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 It Is Written..., AU: 14; Nevisk's First Hatching
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 Posted: Jun 13 2016, 05:13 AM
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At the invitation from Vin's brother - or, more accurately, from Nevisk - Inessa was interested in heading to see the gold's hatching. It wasn't every day a Queen wher had a clutch. While late, the pair had gotten a bit of sleep after a nice evening in each other's company, and Inessa didn't wonder that her lover could be tempted by a party. She'd tossed on a loose dress and hadn't bothered with the elaborate ritual of braiding her hair before she had Vin on Splendor and down to the Bowl where they were left off.

The darkness his her appearance well enough after all.

Heading into the stands, Vin settled himself down next to a Rider that looked quite like him. Inessa was aware that he had a brother, though she'd never formally met him before. "A pleasure to meet you," Inessa said quietly. She could see that the Wherets were already beginning to Impress. Quite a few were tumbling about the Sands. Not all the eggs seemed active, though. Some seemed quite inactive.

Her gaze turned to the Rider and she smiled, even as her small frame curled up on Vin's lap. It was a late night after all, and she rather liked being settled there.

Brandy in the meanwhile was grinning from ear to ear as she stepped into the cavern on Raja's arm. It tickled her pink that the Steward didn't mind - at least not openly - that she was in a position of honor. There were rumors about their involvement and this wouldn't help. Brandy knew the rumors were just that and while some tongues wagged others were equally certain (and accurate) that as of yet there was nothing between the two.

That was minor to what was going on, however. She craned her head to see in the dim light, spotting an Impression already made. Her fingers grasped Raja's arm all the more tightly as they took their seats. "Amazing!" She breathed. The Vintner had never been in attendance to one of these before and hardly knew what to expect. Her gaze drank it all in.
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There was anxiety in Nevisk's demeanor, and yet not. Nevitheran was concerned, his hand lowering to brush gently against Raistlin's own. Worry filtered into honey-brown eyes, and he looked from his Redhandler lover back to his Queen. Nevisk nosed several of the other eggs, testing them, before she briefly left the largest egg from contact with her paws - and yet, wrapped it in her tail, instead. Something was odd. Very odd, indeed.

Nevisk began to separate eggs. "Eggs". One turned over, and revealed that it wasn't an egg at all, but a rock that she had enlisted the help of Hers into painting to look like an egg. The nest was littered with them, a testament to the intelligence of their mother; any would-be attacker would be hard-pressed to spot the difference in a live wheret egg, a dud, and a rock. It upped the chances for survival among her hatchlings. The rocks were pushed aside, the eggs that she felt no life within into another pile, and the ones she did were brought over to join the largest egg. Six rocks (2, 6, 7, 13, 14, 15) , in all, and four duds (5, 11, 18, 22). It left five live eggs remaining, which were hoarded close to Nevisk's keel as she curled up, the two groups of duds and rocks on either side of her shoulders. She almost seemed to sigh, but then felt cause for alarm.

Her children were restless. Not all thoughts in the cavern were good ones.

The largest egg in the clutch (4) began to shake violently - to the point that Nevisk had trouble keeping her paws on it. Her tail was employed, and then two black and white paws popped out of the top. The claws curled around the opening, pulling an unmistakeably Red face and head out.

....Which was joined by a second head of matching colors, once the shell broke further to allow it.

Nevisk crooned, bumping her snout against her twins, hoping that the pair within hadn't felt what she'd felt. Claws picked delicately at the shell still around them, before both tumbled out; cross at one another, it started a fight between them that only ended after ichor had been shed. Nevisk plucked one off of the other, and put them both within the span of her tail, once she'd separated them from the remaining eggs. The Bronze looked concerned, nudging the Iron's shoulder, who appeared largely disinterested. After all, they weren't going to be biting HIM, now were they?

The Bronze sighed. Well, if his brother was going to be keeping an eye on things...

He pushed off his rump, and moved towards where their Black brother was still sitting. He nudged the Gray, but that one didn't appear terribly interested in finding His just yet. He sent the smallest one in to be guarded by their Iron brother, and he brought himself up between the two groups of boys and girls. Shifting his weight, he twitched his wings, before his tail did the same.

The Black followed him, and the pair lingered a moment, before they split off; the Black headed to the boys, the wheret's somewhat shorter front leg giving him a small limp, and the Bronze headed towards the girls.

You know, the Bronze bespoke as he wandered among the girls, testing their suitability even though he already knew who he wanted; he was speaking to her, after all. I think maybe you end up be late. Mother not happy with you, want bite, say not good, say useless, I say not. Is mine, belong me, but we see. He pulled up around Liamaedra, inspecting her profile before pushing her back straighter and adjusting her stance. Approving of the change, he wound himself around her calves, before settling in before Oreanda. You not see, but Osk think it okay. See for you. Speak for you, not want speak. Small steps. First, food. Your Osk hungry. Then, we go see Akke. Osk want meet. Osk inspected, he searched, he looked, and then finally scratched his left paw down the front of her thigh. Taking blood that oozed down her knee, view of the caverns slowly filtered in. But not move yet. Get used to, then move. Osk help. Come with Osk.

The Bronze's paw patted Oreanda's shin, and he reached - an indication to be picked up. After all, until they grew in bond and as a pair, it would be far easier for him to orient his vision to her perspective and line of sight.

Pick up Osk. Carry with. See better. We okay.

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Osk is confident, ambitious, and loyal. Proud and empowering to those around him, he possesses the rare capacity to be both a leader as well as a pride-oriented team-player. He's calm, collected, and relatively slow to anger unless people mess with His. His pride is HIS pride, and he will be somewhat protective over those in the one he's assigned to when he and his Oreanda have graduated.

While he can seem a bit prideful and potentially arrogant at times (as most Bronzes do), he doesn't hide the fact that he has a heart of gold and loves his Oreanda very, very much; he will be a stalwart protector and capable Prideleader, if of course he's promoted to such. He rarely speaks (unless His needs him to), but when he does, it's with his mother's unusual, almost dragonlike speech pattern, as all his siblings have. It belies a strong intelligence; he's capable of outwitting and outmatching most Wilds, and Oreanda will have to be wise to keep him out of things and channel his intellect into useful tasks. If bored, he has a potential to get into things and, with his size, potentially be destructive (as most toddlers can be if left to their own ends).

Osk is on the large side of Bronzes; he will reach just over the maximum at 8' long, and 5' at the shoulder. He's burly, with a natural 'saddle' made by the combination of his neck spines and the hump of muscle at his crest, just before his shoulders. The unmistakable metallic shine of this wher can be seen for long spans off; this is the Sun Wher, if there ever was one. Osk carries his mother's build, in a sense - a head and front portion of his frame that gives him the appearance of being 'top-heavy' (as most male Lions are), while his back half appears much leaner in build - however, his tail is thicker than most and balances out his weight. His wings are small, at wheret age; they will grow with him, however, and make him capable of short glides as he reaches adulthood.

Why Oreanda?
Ruin requested a King, and given restrictions, this Bronze both fit the theme as well as what Ruin requested in a wher for her. Osk has a distinctly Bronze personality, but was not incapable of 'adjustment' to make him fit what Ruin wanted. He's capable of being very kind-hearted, supportive, and will look to do just that with anything his Oreanda desires to do. He's more than happy to be her eyes as well as her voice, if she wants him to be, though he might sing her praises a bit more than she could potentially like. Watch out, now! He will be the same height as his Iron sibling, and has a bit more people-oriented personality / looking-out-for-His quality that I felt fit a bit better than his Iron brother's personality for her.


The Black watched his brother, slinking among the boys with a critical eye. No, no, not that one. Not that one, either, where was.....ah, yes. The Black coiled around Yoris, and then looked up to find it wasn't who he wanted, after all. No, no. But where was His? Ah, yes...

He slinked up and around his chosen, actually climbing up the body of the boy with tiny claws pinpricking flesh and armor alike. His legs were vulnerable, but that wasn't what this one wanted, no, no, no, no. His tongue flickered out, serpentine in measure, straight into his boy's ear. His mother's characteristic, pelican-maw propped on His' shoulder, before the Black sank his baby teeth into his person's ear. The resulting blood sealed the bond, and perhaps eluded as to what part of him would be the most important to their connection.

Runner. Rusk. Mother call you useless, once, Rusk here, prove not true. We change Nevisk mind, we will. You, me. We make great things, no more half-bake idea. You with Rusk now. Rusk with you. We do great trades, make other trader jealous. We help Weyr, we be great, Rusk grow up. Lots plans, good path. We do together. First plan? Food. Rusk so hungry, eat whole herdbeast. Had to make sure sisters not get into trouble, but Iron brother say he handle. Come. We feast. And then, we FEAST, yes?

Rusk chortled, curling his tail around Runner's throat - not unlike a firelizard in some respects - and curled his claws in against Runner's robes to hold on.

Capricorn -[#3D4242] - Black Rusk, Impresses to Runner

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Rusk is a counter to Runner's love for chaos; but like Runner, Rusk loves creative things. He adores storytelling, and will seek to hear every tale that His comes up with. He has a little bit of an issue with being bossy / thinking he knows best in any situation - this comes a good deal from His' penchant for hastily or shoddily done work. Rusk won't tolerate it a bit. His will have to learn to settle down long enough to do something the RIGHT way, or just to not do it at all (but Rusk won't let His walk away from half-done or not-done work, at that). At first, he'll think he needs to be responsible for His; this may result in some small nips to Runner at some point, as his wheret finds the limits of what he can trust His to handle and what he can't.

Like His, Rusk's default setting is 'friendly', but he can be a bit over-ambitious at times in regards to furthering both his own and His' respective "status". Rusk has pulled his mother's memories, and remembers Nevisk's determination of His as "useless"; this Black is shells-bent (and perhaps a bit conceitedly at that) to prove his dam wrong, and prove that His is incredibly useful, as well as worthy of respect. In some ways, any slight on Runner mirrors to a slight on him, as well - and he just won't stand for that (though he might not outwardly say anything about it).

To this Black, actions speak much louder than words, but he'll also make every attempt to help His turn any situation into a lesson not only for His, but for others who might learn from them both. Rusk always seems to be thinking about something or another; he's a relatively quiet wher, and you won't often hear him. At that, he's more likely to speak to His, and have Runner relay the messages (bad puns are bad, I'm sorry) rather than do so himself. If he does speak, it's usually of considerable importance. Quite possibly the most intelligent of all Nevisk's hatchlings in this particular clutch, he almost speaks like a dragon; "I" and "you" and "me". When he and His encounter someone having a rough go of things, Rusk can almost always help them get back on their feet, with a solid plan of action. This is a wher that knows and is very aware of his surroundings, and can always be counted on for strategic action. He's very organized, and Runner will find himself hard-pressed to keep a messy room or to be untidy while his Black is around.

Rusk carries the same immense set of jaws as his mother; the only wher in the clutch to do so. His head is enormous compared to the rest of him, and he carries the same tremendously oversize paws like the rest of his siblings; his left front leg is shorter than his right, and as a result, His isn't the only one in the bond with a limp. His running isn't inhibited in any way, however, as he gets older; he'll take to adjusting his gait (much as His has), to account for it. One could potentially make him some sort of addition to off-set the difference, but good luck getting him to wear it - much like Runner, himself. He will grow to 5'5" long (again, excluding his tail) and be 3' tall at the shoulder.

Why Runner?
The personality base for this wher seemed like a pretty great match up; Rusk's personality compliments Runner's own nicely, and at the same time, Rusk is there to kind of make sure that Runner doesn't half-way do anything, has a goal-oriented path, and has a direction (at least one, that is) to progress in as far as development. At the end of the day, like Runner, he wants to help people and be useful; I wanted to put a personality with Runner that would help "redeem" him from Nevisk's determination of him at her own Hatching. Rusk will be the proverbial angel on Runner's shoulder, while at the same time adjusting the halo over his headknobs. Maybe it'll end up a bit crooked, you might have to flick it a couple times to get it to glow (even then, more like an old neon bar sign), and blow the dust off it every once in a while, but ultimately (like His) he means well!


From the nest, the remaining black egg (1) and the silver egg (21) began to shake.

(More posts after work! As an aside - I notice some of these hexes are a little hard to read on the Pillies background - if you guys want to change the hex to one of the lighter colors, that is A-Okay! I noticed this especially for Eisk and Osk >.<)


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All in all things seemed rather... calm. At least from what she had heard of wher hatchings from those who had lived at Dalibor far longer than she. In truth it was only the second hatching she had been able to attend, and from the looks of the clutch and the small wherlets who had hatched it might turn out to be a rather lengthy one at that. Even as she had the thought she saw one of the hatchlings seize a rock and head for the Candidates, stopping at one before picking another. Smiling for the newest wherling she watched as he led his new bonded off the sands, eyes turning back to the other hatchlings and eggs. Curiosity spiked when she noted the queen favoring one egg in particular, but not much time was spend wondering over it as slowly but surely more eggs hatched and more Impressions were had.

Thoughts returned to the egg the clutch mother favored when she turned it over to the red guarding the sands; so she could take one of her small hatchlings to the Stands. Not seated terribly far away from the new wherling - the Weyrleader's sister if she wasn't mistaken - she offered a soft 'Congratulations' to the pair. Then her eyes ran over the Candidates on the sands. Was it disappointing to them whenever one of the clutch chose someone seated as a spectator over them? She imagined some might feel slighted, after all they had chosen to be Candidates and were given strict rules, lessons, and chores. The people who came to watch were typically there just to cheer them on and to see how things played out, not to find their own lifemate. Still the Candidates did not, in appearance at least, seem phased by the cyan choosing from the stands. There were still a decent number of eggs and hatchlings... well perhaps not as many eggs as she had thought.

An eyebrow rose as she watched the queen begin to move her eggs around, amused to see that a number of the 'eggs' were actually rocks! A clever gold indeed. Just as the gold finished moving the rocks aside as well as some of the eggs - she remembered being told that the clutch mothers could tell if they were viable or not - she realized the precious egg that had been kept close and protected throughout the hatching was now shaking. There was no stopping the life within from bursting forth and a small gasp escaped Dabryie's lips when she saw not just one but two hatchlings emerge. Two... reds? Biting the corner of her bottom lip she discreetly looked around to see the reactions of those around her. She was not as well versed in all things relating to dragons and whers but she felt uneasy.

Not to let the hatching of his twin sisters stop things from proceeding the bronze soon caught her eye as he made for the Candidates. Followed soon by the black as he too Impressed - Dabryie's eyes shifted back to the reds, the iron, and the gray. What else might come from the two eggs now moving near their already hatched siblings?

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Late as it was T'vis had only been laying in his bed trying, and failing, to fall asleep. The wher queen's call about the hatching had not woken him but instead offered a respite from his own thoughts and whatever it was that was keeping him from resting properly. A quick change from his night clothes into something a bit more proper before Reith roused to drop him off in the Weyrbowl. Watching his gray return to their ledge to rest T'vis made his way inside and found a seat - watching others Impress had a certain appeal to it. While he normally wouldn't go out of his way to attend a wher hatching he certainly didn't mind being there either.

As someone slid into the seat next to him he caught a brief glimpse of pink from the corner of his eye before a familiar voice greeted him. Turning to look at Raloma the pink it turned out had been her knots, though her cheeks nearly matched the hue as well. "Awhile now." They had graduated earlier in the turn and while he recalled seeing her at the graduation he had lost track of her since then. She and her pink flew in a different wing, and honestly outside of V'es he had not really spoken to any of the others from his class. Not that he avoided them at all - it just happened that way. The proximity of the other rider coupled with the slight blush she had soon found his cheeks matching hers in hue as he offered a lopsided grin, "You've been well?" He had never been overly talkative, especially when it came to the fairer sex, but at least it was something.

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Hanging back in the stands the pair sat as far away as possible. Norsk, not Norla, had insisted on being there for the hatching so he could see what would eventually be his new charges. He was a good leader, if not a bit one-track-minded in that department and Norla didn't have the heart to tell him no. Truth was she had said no and he was just a tinge more stubborn than she, so they were at the hatching as he wished. No time was spent trying to recognize the Candidates - even if they Impressed they would share barracks not the same lessons. Similarly she didn't expect to know anyone watching on, save for V'es if he attended but she figured he was asleep by now, so she didn't examine the stands all that closely either. Norsk sat dutifully next to her, craning his neck to see the hatchlings once the small wall surrounding the clutch was taken apart. He seemed particularly impressed by the little bronze and the iron as well, though the reds gave him pause he said nothing about their presence.

Nevisk good mother. Strong clutch, strong babies. Norsk be good leader to them. The commentary earned the bronze a loving caress of her hand from his head down his back but she said nothing.


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As the reds tumbled from the one egg, Fortath could feel the cavern tense. That... wasn't a good thing. Well.. they were known to be volatile to begin with, it was best to not give them reason to be anymore than that. Fighting among themselves was natural, but the Candidates... armored or not didn't deserve that. The blue's mind washed over the Candidates' minds like a calm wave, Hey guys! Relaaaax and clear your heads like Mine has mentioned in your Lessons. Or at least focus on me, i'm here if you need something to focus on, my voice is rather charming, yes? Mine certainly always had trouble clearing hiiis head. Remember if a wheret charges, Not he didn't use the term red... as the little grey seemed to be a little "hard-headed" too. you don't need to stand in one place and let them.

It was probably the first time that some of them had heard the Blue speak. Unless some of them pushed his consciousness away, he lingered in their minds as a gentle calm presence. At least the one candidate without armor, and the one who... didn't have hers on in the most effective of manners have impressed. Hopefully leaving the ones with the leather bulk beneath their robes.

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TAG: Mutorin, small Tedaon tag and Vrell

Al'dr shifted his gaze and had found Mutt's presence, and toothy grin. With Da'on's presence and now Mutorin's... he felt a little calmer. The bluerider returned the grin, his a little crooked, and made a show of buffing his nails on his shirt in a cocky manner. He was feeling a little better to act in that sort of manner, at least a little bit. But he did mouth a thanks in return to the congrats. He wasn't an ungrateful cocky bastard, you see.

Da'on had followed his gaze onto the Blue Handler, and his eyes did a once over on the man he didn't know, before turning back to his brother. "Who's the handsome handler, eyeballing you?" he whispered to Al'dr with a teasing smirk.

"Mutorin, he's Wingleader Z'dyn's uncle, actually. I'm surprised you haven't met 'im."

The smirk on Da'on's face fell a bit, and he straightened. It wasn't as if he wasn't allowed to look... but not at that family. "Well then." was his only response, to which Al'dr shook his head at, with an amused smile.

The hatching of the two reds... from that one very protected egg had Al'dr sucking in a breath. Even his oh-so-confident brother had stilled his breath for... just a moment, before he forced calm on himself. One red was just enough mayhem to shake things up... but two spelled trouble. "Well... looks like I may be of help yet...." Spoke Da'on, quietly to the Master Healer. "Maybe." They will see what the little reds will do, maybe they will impress without incident?

Vrell snagged Al'dr's attention and the bluerider smiled sheepishly, "who... the whers or the candidates?" he teased lightly. "Kids," he chuckled quietly, "Some are almost my age? Now I know why some candidatemasters are older... so they're not dwarfed in age by some wher candidates. I'll be honest. I'll feel a little better when a Handler is promoted, or hired to handle this side of things." Not that he wasn't competent... the late nights leading up to the hatching has... been hard, especially on a guy that liked to sleep.

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The egg that was so precious to Nevisk produced not one... but two of her ilk. Her eyes deepened into several shades of red. That was why she was so tense? Because they were red? Immediately distrusted because of their... spirited nature? Her gaze twisted sharply towards the candidates, as she paced once or twice. Her gaze dared them to judge. Why nervous? she bespoke Nevisk, accept Raisk, never judged Raisk. Why NOW-

Raistlin, whose hand tensed around Nevitheran's interrupted her. Easy, darling... easy... A mother knows her children. She knew their minds. Raisk snarled as her head snapped towards Hers and she strode a few... aggressive steps towards her Handler. "She's been idle on these sands for too long...." they whispered to Nevitheran. Raistlin knew they should have taken her off the sands, and let Desk handle guarding for a bit. But Raist met her gaze, unflinchingly. Relax, love. Please. These aren't your Sands, it isn't your place. Your kin in the past have given you and your color a bad name... Do not prove them right by losing your temper now. Control and order must be kept, and your anger will not help the little ones.

Raisk stiffened, and looked as if she was considering her Handler's words, and stopped her advance. Slowly... the tension bled from her as she twisted back around, gaze still red, and sat. Placated... for now. Raistlin released a slow breath, though their jaw was still a little tense. Soon it will be over, and soon Raisk can find a more productive manner to be rid of all that energy.

Apologies, she told Nevisk quietly, looking as if nothing triggered her at all.
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They not have Raisk's. Not have good person keep them straight. Raisk, you tempered strength. Organized chaos. Little ones, they not. Worry about them, hurt Candidates, hurt you, hurt Raistlin, Mine, others. They not older like you. Have to keep eye on. She watched her daughters closely, but warmth pressed the Red's mind. Raisk always one I trust. Never doubt. Not now, not ever. Gave egg to you, watch, while I take Gask to Stands, because I know if they hatch, you handle. Always. Not need be sorry.

Theran's fingers squeezed Raistlin's, and he nodded softly.

"I imagine Nevisk will want to get out and run for a bit after all of them are out. Perhaps Raisk can go with her, they can do a bit of hunting before the Feast? While I change clothes, and give you the gift I have in my room for you?"

To Norsk, Nevisk offered only a quiet, We see, before she corralled her newly-hatched twins in. The burlier of the two snapped at her mother's tail, and Nevisk promptly flicked her nose with a claw. A very clear, obvious 'No.', accompanied by a growl that made it clear she had no qualms at culling her own children if they embarrassed her or misbehaved. The burly Red keened, and Nevisk laid her head down around them, which seemed to comfort the one and soothe them both, for the time being.

Who knew how long the peace would last, however.

The two shaking eggs shimmied a bit more, and the Iron - stalwart where he lingered, keeping an eye on the Gray - looked their way. From the black egg (1), a bestriped, wriggly little nose peeped out. Nostrils flared, blew out some egg goop, and flared again. The Iron looked largely unamused, up until the Gray decided to charge it; he caught the tiniest wheret by the tail, dragggging him back. Uh oh. The Gray turned on him, instead, hooking him in the thigh with his headknobs, and the Iron - thoroughly done with his brother by now - clocked him with a paw. The Gray charged again, but the Iron got out of the way...just in time for the Gray to collide head-first with his mother's forearm. Nevisk looked down at her son in disapproval, and he peered up at her. Flicking his tail, he turned and strutted back towards Desk, inquiring curiously if he was going to get as big as she was. He was rather impressed, honestly, and for a moment forgot his stampede antics.

A Blue finally emerged from the black egg, shaking himself off from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail. He moved over towards where his Gray brother lingered, and sat down to peer up at Desk, as well. Well, what was going on over here?

From the silver egg (21), another Cyan appeared; she popped up from the top of her shell, a part of it on her head, before squinting her eyes and looking about. Curious, she almost entirely ignored the lot of her siblings, and went to investigate the dud eggs. Winding her way around them, she was just about to break one open when Nevisk's growl warned her. Two tinier growls echoed from behind her head, and the Cyan looked up at her mother with a 'whaaat!' expression, before she wandered over to the rocks instead. Investigated their paintjob with taps of her tiny claws, while her newly-hatched Blue brother looked on.

Ahhh, Da'on. Mutorin knew the Bluerider by proxy; Jyderin had been griping endlessly about how Z'dyn was so terribly torn involving the Wingsecond, and looking to Al'dr, he recalled that the pair were siblings. It probably should have broken up Mutt's smile into something more solumn, but when Da'on's own grin fell, it only further amused the Bluehandler. He noticed the eyeballing, and just for the sake of humor, flexed his shoulders with a wink Da'on's way. That one was easy on the eyes, too. Must run in the family....Mmmmm.

Mutt have no moral compass, Musk think.
I've got plenty o' compass, love,
Mutt responded with an ever-widening smile, Enough to find my way into bed with that one, aye?
Musk think Mutt too old. Maybe why Roiath's make face.
No, the face is because I'm Zeke's uncle. He can think that all he wants, older the berry--
Stop, no, Musk not want hear, already know, ew...


Mutt covered his mouth to hold back the laughter, squeezing his nose and closing his eyes to hide it as best he could muster. Musk shook his head, covering his nose with a paw.

Shard it all, Mutt. Musk gonna be first purple wher in all Pern, this rate. Knew it bad idea, let Musk's loose on new Weyr. Need find Mutt partner-type-person.
I have a partner-type-person, that's you ain't it?
I mean...
Musk sighed. Nevermind.

Mutt scratched Musk's headknobs, winking at Al'dr, before looking back to the Sands.

Twin Reds, Musk. Who'd've thought, aye?
Musk hope they not bitey. Bitey Reds, be worst Reds.
Aren't they ALL bitey?
Most. Not all. Shush, gonna miss it.


V'dol smiled, then laughed as Vinlos grumped about being dragged down to the Sands. Not that his brother really appeared to mind. V'dol felt a pang of envy, but it was pushed down.

"The pleasure's all mine," he answered Inessa, offering a hand, as the other kept his cane where it leaned. "V'dol of Green Liloverath, though I don't think you can see her all that well up there. She'd be quite cross if she knew I was talking to another lovely lady and didn't mention her." He nudged Vinlos. "My brother tends to not tell me when someone's caught his attention. I'm glad to finally meet you, all the same. Do you follow a craftspath?"

Raja reached over, and lightly un-clentched Brandy's claws fingers from his arm with a suck of air through his teeth.

"Ow." He gave her that infamous side-eye, the one that wasn't noticeable among the public, but that the recipient certainly knew what it was for. "And yes, they are rather...intriguing, aren't they."

He wasn't sure what to expect, and he wasn't sure if he liked walking into such a situation with no prior knowledge, but Ujarak had come to understand there would - even at thirty turns of age - be things that happened to and around him, that he might not have such a good grasp of experience with. It was part of life. He would simply just have to take things as they came, and get used to it.

At least the Holy Trinity of Shells didn't seem to be in the immediate vicinity. He was safe. He looked sidelong at Brandy, while she looked to the Sands. For now, at least.


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Der straightened, unfolding his arms, as Nevisk's prize egg broke open to allow out... reds. Not a red, but two. This had the potential to get dangerous to everyone involved in a hurry. He could sense Desk's alertness, but she didn't seem to be alarmed. A glance at his bonded told him that the grey had stretched out and now crouched on the wall, instead of sitting comfortably. You couldn't have known. Did you?

No. Know rocks. Not know smalls. The grey swiveled her head to look at the candidates, then back at the nest. Is fine. Nevisk control. For now.

He covered his face with a hand for a moment. You're just a beacon of faith and trust, Desk.

Trust okay. Ready better.

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If nothing else, the hatching was entertaining. Liamaedra relaxed slightly as bonding after bonding went smoothly. The clutchmother even ferried one of her children up to the Stands to find her bonded without bloodshed or distress. Well... without more bloodshed than was necessary. They did have to give their blood to a wheret to bond, after all.

Nevisk also started shifting her eggs - well, they'd thought they were eggs - to reveal that some of them were... grey on the bottom. Rocks. She'd hidden rocks amongst her eggs. Lia covered her mouth to stifle a nervous giggle. It was tricksy and smart to do, but goodness, it meant there were a lot fewer eggs than they'd thought.

But it hadn't seemed dangerous until not one, but two reds broke out of one of the largest eggs. Now, there was nothing saying Dalibor's reds didn't do good work. There was one right out there on guard duty! But she knew very well that unbonded reds tended to be temperamental and violent. Liamaedra wasn't scared - she didn't scare easy. But she did have an eye for trouble, and this had plenty of potential for trouble. She straightened her shoulders. If those wherets thought that she, or the people around her, were going to be easy targets, they had another think coming!


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Inessa smiled brightly and, as she reached for V'dol's hand, elbowed her lover in the ribs. "Weaver. That's how we met; the Weavers and Fishers were mending nets together. He's spoken very highly of you. I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to meet before this. Are you a Crafter yourself?" It was a sorry oversight, especially given how fondly Vin had talked about his brother in the quiet moments they had.

"Inessa of Black Spilendzith. He's outside sulking. Doesn't much care for my being called away like this." Splendor, tell His hello.

The black wavered, and as His settled back against Vin he spoke up. The Stars gleamed in his eyes as he peered in the cavern to seek out a green hide. Hello, Liloverath. I and Mine are pleased to meet You and Yours. It was said with all the smoothness he could muster in the night.

Brandy felt her fingers being pried away and felt his side-eye. She only grinned in response and let go. "Sorry." The words were breezy as she leaned in against him instead. "They are. Beautiful, really. Most whers I've seen haven't been so..." Her hands waved in the air descriptively. "Elegant? I wish I were more of an artist. I don't really have the words to say what I want to."

Her gaze caught on the grey, the cyan. The twin reds. "This should be a fascinating hatching. I'll be just as glad for after, though. It's been a long season already with trying to make up the harvests we lost. I'll be glad for an excuse to celebrate." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Unless you plan on leaving right after?"
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From where she stood watching the hatchlings spilling forth onto the sands she couldn't see the reds break egg but she certainly heard the murmurs from the crowd. Enough that it was apparent that there was a problem. Raela narrowed her eyes a fraction as she looked around and then cleared her mind again. Then she noticed the egg that had broken with the two reds. Well she had known that it was a possibility. Reds were some if the most volatile after all. It could mean a lot of pain. It could also mean nothing. One could not judge a creature on their hide alone bit they could certainly ve more wary.

Tedaon nodded to the other healer solemnly.
"I hope it should not come to that. Do you have a firelizard? We could have it assist Neras if needed in getting supplies to candidates."
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There was a change in the caverns, Oreanda felt it immediately, though she did not understand. She was too new to Candidacy, too new to whers. The filter of information she caught from the available dragons was not helpful either. Fortath was there, telling them they didn't have to stand in place. Did she have a choice? Not really. The sightless girl stood, her fingertips playing against the odd mix of cloth and armor that haphazardly covered her while she tried to figure out what exactly was going on. There were hatchlings coming, or maybe just one, she heard the quiet shifting of feet in sand like faint crunching beneath the general hum of the crowd and the odd cracks from the nest. Sweat pooled and ran in rivulets down her neck and shoulders, her salt-crusted hair was beginning to moisten and separate at the roots.

You know, a voice intruded. Dragons didn't intrude. She heard them even when they didn't want her to hear, they had no choice. Private conversations filtered through her head all day, and she'd learned out of politeness to try and ignore them. She was no spy, no voyeur, but it was hard. Their voices were echos of their Riders, as if they had splintered off and come from them. When the Riders spoke over meals or gatherings, she could tell their dragons from their voices, even if she didn't know their names. She always got along with the dragons better. They were the best of everyone, even if they weren't trying to be. But this voice...I think maybe you end up be late. Mother not happy with you, want bite, say not good, say useless, I say not. Is mine, belong me, but we see.

This was no dragon. There was no echo there. She did not know all of the Candidates, but this voice was unfamiliar, and deep. It sent prickles up and down her spine. She wanted to apologize more than anything, for intruding, because this was the voice of a predator. It made no sense to her. She had never been able to hear the whers before, yet this must have been their sound. She recognized the vibration of it, so much deeper than a dragon's, or even Akke. They all had a hum...a certain sound...that helped her tell the species apart. She strained that part of her head toward where the nest was, but...nothing. Only this one voice. Why? You not see, but Osk think it okay.

Something settled in front of her, she almost shied away, her mind spinning. "I-I'm...what..." Osk? The wher stayed there, and continued speaking. See for you. Speak for you, not want speak. Small steps. First, food. Your Osk hungry. Then, we go see Akke. Osk want meet. Was is really that bizarre? Was she really that unprepared? Hadn't she been here for five turns waiting for this. Snap out of it! Oreanda started, though no little of that was due to the claws tearing through her thigh. Osk, it was a whisper. Akke had taught her not to yell long ago, and the dragons had been practice since their arrival. Speaking like this was as easy as breathing for her. She wanted to lose herself, but she couldn't. Not yet. He was small, needed tending.

An image came to her, like Fortath, but so different it was mesmerizing. Here in the dim cavern the wher eye ruled, and with her blood coursing down his throat the image burned with a closeness that pained her. Her head twisted, but the image did not move, and then it did, but it was her. But not move yet. Get used to, then move. Osk help. Come with Osk. She agreed, nodding, her head was spinning. Pick up Osk. Carry with. See better. We okay. He was pawing at her, it was so like Akke's annoying nudges in the water that she laughed and pulled him into her arms before she had even realized she was bending over to do it. She hoisted him against her chest and stopped, dazzled by his view of her face. I'm very dirty, she whispered shyly to him.

Osk can see, but not matter. You have many things you do, Osk does with now. Oreanda nodded. Settling his weight in her arms like she would a newborn calf in the pod. What is everyone so worried about? The wher's head turned with careful awareness of her presence in his eyes; there was no vertigo, though she did find herself trying to turn her head with him. Sisters from same egg, siblings fight but maybe these fight more? Osk thought best to find you sooner, before they came. With Osk see, can move now, yes? Yes, she had already started backing up when she had seen the twin Reds. She'd heard stories. I don't want to be here with them, I don't want either of us to be hurt, where do we go...I think...I think I've forgotten

She was more than concerned, her heart beating faster in her chest. It had just been her, no more than a moment ago, but now it was them, and it wasn't safe, and they didn't need to stay. Not until they'd found their match. The one who could control them. Osk nipped her collarbone--lightly for a wher, but sharp enough to bring her back into focus. We okay, he stressed again, then pointed his eyes at her feet and made a pointed line with them in the direction she should travel. She wrapped her arms more possessively around him, mindful of his newborn parts that weren't particularly interested in being squished, like his little wings, and set off. Slowly. What you do? She could feel his puzzled concern.

Well...in the water, if you move erratically it can attract things to eat you, so I figure if we go slow enough Osk kept his eyes on the way out, but she knew if she could see his face herself, it would have looked confused--for a wher anyway. They not like you or fish, can see very well. Maybe we should go eat and not mind about what they see or not see. Maybe just not run, but other than that good, yes? Anda nuzzled into the back of his head and laughed softly, at herself, but at...well...everything that had happened. Yes, okay, and to her credit she did straighten up and walk normally to where the feeding buckets were. She had a wher now. A wher who knew about Akke and wanted to meet him and didn't mind that she was weird or different. And she hadn't lost even one limb to find him, which was pretty special if the stories about Dalibor were true.

Hey, Osk, the wher tilted his head against her chin, not that she needed a signal to know he was listening. Akke is going to love you. The wher chittered quietly, an odd sound, like he was pleased with himself. Anything or one likes you, I will like. Here, food, see? She did see, thanks to him. They were safe now. Safe enough. It would take a lot of conviction for an unbonded hatchling to reach them here, and she didn't believe Nevisk would allow her bonded children to come to harm. Now it was time to learn. I won't always have your eyes, what if you're sleeping? But I appreciate the practice, because I need it. It was a slow process, to find her hand into the bucket and pick out properly sized chunks of meat, all while using his eyes while he sat in her lap. Osk will not choke, I am big. Yes, well, you're still going to eat like a gentleman, there is no excuse for bad manners, right? The wher considered, then assented, continuing to accept her pieces as she brought them.



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There were two eggs left in Nevisk's 'live' pile, and as the noise outside became louder, those two began to shimmy. The darkest non-black egg (17), and the light teal one (3) twitched independent of one another, the non-black egg the first to break its shell. Another Cyan, this one the brightest of all her siblings, and the most obvious of her color, stuck her nose out of the small opening afforded from her hard work. The teal egg wobbled, spun a moment from momentum, before rolling in a wide arc around its sister-egg. Another wobble, and a muffled chirp from inside. Curiously, the newest Cyan investigated, her claws finding purchase on the shell as she climbed aboard.

All at once, the teal egg moved, and she was on her backside in the sand, her body-spines rustling in irritation, but nevertheless she chased after it. Over the course of several moments, it appeared she was having a bit of fun; until finally, she vaulted off one of the rocks, and came down all four paws first. The shell didn't stand a chance, but the wheret within was much more resilient.

A Blue poked his head up from under his tail, peering at her, before he streeeeetched out, his rotund little body having almost a bit of trouble getting off his back and finding his feet. He did, however, and grumbled his gratitude to his sister for the assistance.

The lean Red was getting a bit irritated, too. But, hers was a worse irritation, and somehow, she managed to slip out from under her mother's maw, beelining towards the smallest of all those Nevisk's clutch had given the Weyr. The Gray, distracted, didn't see her coming; the Iron, however, did.

He stepped in front of her, and all at once, her attention turned from one matte gray body, to the metallic one.

Nevisk didn't notice before she got her teeth into his neck, but the Iron's shriek resonated through the Sands; his mother's paw came down hard, and pinned the attacking sibling to the ground, claws locked so that the Red couldn't get out. The Iron, bleeding terribly, turned red eyes to his equally-colored sibling. Nevisk appeared to command him out. He had been out long enough, it was time to find His and get those wounds looked after.

The Iron nodded as much as he was able. He would rather she had attacked him, honestly, and not gone after their Gray brother. The damage could have been so much worse, but still, the gaping wound on his neck was nasty and would probably leave quite the mark when it mended.

Notable to his color and kin, there was a sense of purpose to him. He walked with a sure step, baring his teeth at his assaulting sister on the way past, and starting out of the barrier. It didn't take him long to cross, and he paced before the remaining Candidates with a search not only of mind, but of body and soul. He could feel His, but it didn't feel like he'd weighed the options close enough. Maybe it required more thought. More calculations. More strategy, but the wound on his neck was terrible. It needed tending immediately. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to trust his instincts on this one.

Drawing himself over to the girls, he pulled up short, and settled his tail around his oversize paws with a soft - almost offended - sigh.

Liask wonder if sister will bite other, Hers, like bite Liask, Liamaedra. Make many calculations, try figure out all scenario, but not come to good conclusion yet. Too many variable, make Liask worry for rest of brothers, sisters. Primary objective is be to protect you, now, your Liask. Need assistance, for now. Worry about neck. Then after bite fix, then worry about... he looked back towards the walled-off section. ...Insolent siblings. Come. We eat, fix neck, and plan. Need deal with sisters, things get nasty.

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Liask is the calculated mind. He analyzes everything, sees everything in the way only an observant person can; when stepping into a room or a new area, Liask looks for the things most people wouldn't see, and sees the most obvious things as little more than a passing note. This Iron is a wher of action, but only after calculating the risks involved, and the proper steps and strategies to take. The only place this ever-present numetrics-psyche is disregarded, is when his Lia is in danger. Liask will stop at nothing to defend his beloved Bonded, and will wade shoulder-deep into wild whers to see she doesn't come to harm - and he's got the size and build to do it, too.

He can come off painfully cold and indifferent, and just as equally stalwart and unmoving when it's something he feels strongly about; that being said, he carries his mother's intellect. He doesn't make decisions without thinking thoroughly about them (as stated), so it's safe to assume that if he's convinced something's bad, there's a legitimacy behind it that should be considered. He's a problem-solver, like His, but tends to sometimes over-think and over-complicate things a lot worse than they should be; Lia will have to balance him out. While he isn't without emotion by any means - like His, he can be a bit of a white-knighter in Liamaedra's head - there's a bit that's lost in translation (so to speak) when it comes to actually expressing what he feels.

Liask is burly. Straight out of the shell, this Iron is built to throw his weight around, and will be essentially a juggernaut when he's full-grown. His hide is deceptively knotty; while not smooth by any expanse, he's not uncomfortable to touch, just tough-skinned. There's a distinctly metallic sheen to him, that lets everyone and anyone know what class of color he belongs to - he appears something of a gunmetal gray, with lighter highlights on his nose, wings, and feet; the latter of which, like his siblings, is a bit bigger than usual. All the better to make him a wall. Good luck getting through this King! Liask will top out at 8'4" long, and the maximum of 5' tall.

Why Liamaedra?
Rii requested a wher large enough for Lia to ride when it's fully-grown, and this was taken into consideration when coupled with the personality; Lia's emotional, people-oriented demeanor will be the so-called "emotion chip" for Liask's calculating, overthinking mind. She's there to even him out, and at the same time, Liask is there to make sure His doesn't get in over her head - as well as help her sort out the issues she comes across, without having to resort to violence. In the event that it DOES, well....Liask isn't a small wher, and he's certainly more than semi-menacing enough to make sure people listen, and listen good!



The Gray never knew how close he came to being RedSnax. Even still, the pinned leaner Red was hissing and growling and such, ferocious in her fury, but restrained by her much, much larger mother. Nevisk bared her fangs, before shoving the burlier of the two out. A very clear 'go find Yours, or I'm culling both of you'. For once, the broader of the pair didn't balk her mother.

She hissed low underbreath, stalking among the remaining white robes with a sour expression that soon turned entirely too sly. She wound her way through the girls, and absently dragged her claws down Irrin's calves with a wherish smile. She dug deep, but not deep enough to do any real damage, just some scratches. A hiss to startle those around her, before she started for the boys. Nevisk's growl reinforced that the Red behave, and she sighed in notable irritation before baring her teeth at her mother, and settling down before her chosen counterpart.

Yorisk suppose you worthwhile. Need lots work. She shined her claws on her keel with a grumble. Not able take over Weyr by self. Mother too busy. Yoris only one here, I think salvageable. Rest, useless. Even stupid not-Gray brother think too good for good fight, gets in way when Yorisk want deal out punishment. Gray brother ask too many questions, you not ask enough question. Too scare, too worry, Yorisk fix. Maybe you useful, but take lots work. She sighed. Mother yell at, say find you, get food, behave.

She suddenly sank her teeth into Yoris' ankle with enough force to hurt, tearing skin before she licked the wound to seal their bond.

Lots fix, but first, empty stomach. Most important. Go, Yorisk follow, not need, but will, for now.

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Yorisk is somewhat "stereotypical" as far as Reds go - ferocious, angry, quick-tempered, and prone to acts of physical violence that put Holdless to shame. However, beneath the "bully" exterior, there's a connective set of tissues that push the ichor through her and inflict her with things called "emotions" and "feelings"...things that Yorisk feels make people weak, that could easily be done without. Well, that's how she feels she's supposed to see things, that is. In truth, she thinks that nobody should be mean to anyone else unless they deserve it. Humans and other whers, and dragons (especially Dragons) are stupid, incompetant, and overall useless; it's up to her and her sister-twin to make sure this Weyr runs like it should.

It isn't completely out of line of what her own mother seeks, but Yorisk isn't foolish enough to think she can do it entirely on her own volition, and certainly not by herself. She knows she's supposed to be bonded, because wilds get culled, and she's not overall happy about the fact that Hers - prior to her bonding, of course - seems content to be shuttered off and self-involved. This, in her mind, is going to change - whether he wants it to, or not. She can hold grudges -forever-, and the only one who can seem to change this, will be one of two people - Hers, or her twin sister. In that regard, one counters the other and balances the other relatively gracefully (perhaps a bit surprising at that). If upset, Yorisk will often seek the company of her twin. One usually always knows where the other is, at any given time (this sensation will strengthen as they get older, but does not bleed over into their bondeds).

Her sense of humor can sometimes be a tad morbid, or even just...shocking.

Yorisk is driven in her motivation to see Hers succeed, and if that means she has to beat down his ego and self-absorption in order to weasel her way into his heart and bleed over her self-confidence into it, so be it. Deep down, she knows Hers is an anxious man - she has enough drive and confidence for both of them, but Yorisk will have to learn to rein her in. If he's not careful, she'll walk right over him. Yorisk knows it, too - she chose him for a reason, after all. She's independent, she's possessive, she's territorial, but she's not going to let Yorisk get in over his head.

She thinks firelizards are the equivalent to flying snacks with wings. Something else Yoris will have to teach her.

Yorisk is burly. Aside from her bulked up self, she's relatively well-proportioned, though she carries the larger feet shared by all of her siblings. Her tail is thick and capable of swinging to level the contents of a table if she feels like Yoris is paying more attention to his work than what she thinks he should be doing; her teeth are also razor sharp, and she's prone to nipping to get her point across. She's not afraid to bite; Yoris will have to make sure he keeps a close eye on her. She will reach 7'4" in length from nose to rump, and will stand a solid 4' at the shoulder. If Yoris can convince her it's not the worst idea in the world, he might be able to sit on her at some point.

Her colors contrast sharply, for a reason. Red touches Black, might be okay, Jack. Red touches White, you're in for a fight! Luckily, there's more black and red than red and white!

Why Yoris?
I feel like Yoris' demeanor will both find a kindred spirit, as well as a counterweight in Yorisk. Most Reds are notably confident and in-your-face in a different manner than "false-extroverted" people can be; Yorisk's confidence can counter and hopefully help Yoris with his anxiety and self-worth. At the same time, Reds can be high-energy, too (Yorisk is, at times), and if Yoris is busier trying to keep Yorisk out of trouble, it might let other people (if, of course, Tobes wishes it to!) see the side of Yoris he doesn't want others to see (more friends!).


The twin sister was let up, but promptly herded in against Nevisk's keel once more, where the Gold could keep an eye on her. The two Cyans, Blues, and the Gray remained as well, milling about and investigating things, conversing between themselves, and looking worridly over at the leaner of the twins still in their mother's grasp. Nevisk sent her children closer to the barrier, at least so that they would have an easier time seeing the remaining white-robes and those in the Stands.

Ujarak shook his head slightly, eyes turning towards Rayna and - if she indicated any sign of acknowledgement - offering a tilt of his head in greeting.

"No. The Ferrymen will probably be partaking, as well. I've arranged for Iliod to be looked after for a night, perhaps some of the day depending on how intoxicated you get, and then at least I will be returning. You have the option of remaining, if you wish. Either way, I've work to do, but I didn't believe it best to bring him here at such a tender age, nor did it seem...intelligent to not attend and learn of these gatherings myself." He shifted where he sat, the arm not occupied by Brandy's settling across his thigh as he turned back to observe the remainder. The mauling drew a frown.

"Such a difference, how that one," he indicated Raisk, "holds herself, compared to the young ones. Do Handlers really make such a large difference?" He followed the new pairing with his eyes. "What think you of a Gather, potentially, this Spring? Once the reports on the crops come in? I mean to talk it over with Crescent's Lordship, and perhaps the Weyrwoman, as well. I think it might put a great deal of minds at ease, to see Iliod being well looked after, and seeing that things are not all lost with Her Grac--I mean...Irohvyne's departure." He kept his voice low, in order to avoid rousing attention from either the wherets, their mother, her guardians, or the surrounding spectators.

V'dol almost seemed to frown a little bit.

"I was a Miner. Am, I guess one could say, still. Senior Apprentice, but I doubt I'll go much further. What with the leg injury and everything that happened during the Palefolk Expedition, Liloverath's not likely to ever let me out of her sights again. I have to buy the ore raw, and process everything I can from my weyr. It's...much more time consuming. Even with the longer rest days, but hey...I still have my health, and most of my siblings, and my dragon. One can't look glum on that, can they?"


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The hatching was happening. Normally, Runner felt like they went by in a blur, but this one seemed to be taking forever. He tracked every hatchling's movement across the sands, eyes darting from blue, to black, to bronze and back again, adding another stop every time a new wheret broke shell. Some of them were hard to see over the wall Nevisk had built, but Runner wasn't above craning around, trying to get a look. Tanner's wave even went unnoticed, Runner was so focused on the clutch.

The little limping black drew his eyes more than the others, but Runner didn't consciously notice it until he curled around another man's leg. A confusing emotion, somewhere between jealousy and disappointment flared in his chest. He'd felt a sort of kinship with the little creature - a limp certainly wasn't the worst thing someone might have to deal with in their life, but it wasn't easy, either. Runner sighed, shifting his gaze to the Gray, trying to let the little black go.

He didn't realize the wheret had moved until a claw pricked through his robe, drawing a pinpoint of blood out of his leg. "Ow! What the-" Runner complained, then flinched as something wet hit him in the ear. "Urgh!" He went to dig the wet thing out, but suddenly froze as a weight settled on his shoulder and put a hole in his earlobe. He could only see part of the creature's dark maw in his peripheral vision, but he knew. The little black had come to him after all.

Runner. Rusk. Mother call you useless, once, Rusk here, prove not true. We change Nevisk mind, we will. You, me. We make great things, no more half-bake idea. You with Rusk now. Rusk with you. We do great trades, make other trader jealous. We help Weyr, we be great, Rusk grow up. Lots plans, good path. We do together. First plan? Food. Rusk so hungry, eat whole herdbeast. Had to make sure sisters not get into trouble, but Iron brother say he handle. Come. We feast. And then, we FEAST, yes?

For a moment, possibly the first in his life, Runner was lost for words, mouth gaping like a fish's. Only a moment, though. His expression rapidly transitioned to an enormous grin, and he turned his head enough to finally look Rusk in the eye. "You're gorram right!" the young man beamed, reaching up to give Rusk a gentle noogie. "You made a good choice, little guy," he said, then covered his mouth surreptitiously to add, "And I hate to be the one to tell you, but I'm pretty sure your ma doesn't know what she's talking about."

We start learning respect, Rusk growled, giving Runner's jaw a little nip, but there wasn't any malice behind it. After food, yes?

Runner rubbed his jaw (it would bruise, but not badly), grinned, saluted his shoulder clinger, and marched in the direction of the food. Well, it was half-march and half-limp, but Rusk was satisfied. Runner took a spot at the meat buckets between a couple of Candidates - no, Wherlings - he recognized from lessons. Riyd, and... Ore-something. "Hey, congratulations, everyone!" Runner offered, reaching up to offer Rusk a hand down only to find that the Black had detached himself and had a massive piece of meat halfway down his gullet. "Oy! Quit!" Runner insisted, prying the chunk out of Rusk's jaws, ignoring the black's piteous whine. I feast! No treat me like burdenbeast, Rusk complained, but allowed Runner to take the meat after a moment of resistance and chop it. Chop even at least, yes? No point in half-done cuts. We do it right, prove Mother wrong.

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Raloma started relaxing a bit when it seemed clear that T'vis wasn't upset with her. Somehow, she didn't notice that T'vis was the same shade as she was, either. Some part of the girl knew that was silly to think he might be mad (probably the part that was usually inhabited by Anesath), but the rest of her was just happy she ran in to him. It really HAD been too long.

"I'm well, and Anesath, too. The upper flight is..." She hesitated for a moment, mask falling away, but after a beat she transitioned back in to her normal, sunny tone. "It's a challenge. Anesath loves it, of course, I just feel rather outclassed by my wingmates. Weyrleader G'len is a kind wingleader, though, so I suppose I got lucky!" She'd heard stories about some of the other wingleaders, and was more than glad she'd been placed in Dusk, if she had to be in any of the upper flight wings.

Someone else squeezed into their row, and Raloma shifted over to accommodate them, doing her best to leave a small buffer between herself and T'vis. All of a sudden, though, she leaned forward, her hand landing on the Greyrider's knee in her surprise. "Oh, look! Runner impressed! I haven't seen him since we were Candidates," she gasped, clapping ecstatically. "I'm so happy, he wanted to be a wher candidate so bad. And now he has a little black of his own!"

Sitting back with a happy sigh, she turned her attention back to T'vis. All her discomfort was gone now, replaced with excitement. "So, how are you and Reith doing?"
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As she spotted one of the holders, Rayna inclined her head. However, her attention was mostly on the sands as two reds hatched and began making movements. They had once had two red dragons hatch at the same time. Although they had not broken the same egg, there was no denying the danger here. She looked over at Nevisk as the gold lunged towards her children, stopping the fight right where it had begun. It seemed as though the gold wher was a natural. Raisk too was demonstrating an aptitude for motherhood that was so often unseen in inexperienced clutch mothers. She breathed a slow breath as one of the Reds impressed after the bronze, black and iron had.

Above the candidates, Neras flitted by dropping bandages on those who might need them. The black knew from experience that these silly two loggers liked to stay out in the danger but he was fast. He zipped over the candidates swiftly and then turned just as sharply in mis air to get away from the situation. His owner, on the other hand, immediately began organising himself to treat the injured iron when his newly plucked handler made their way off the sands. The red seemed relatively uninjured at the moment but nonetheless, Tedaon would ask both handler and wher whether or not they needed further assistance.

"One down, still one out there." Tedaon murmured.
It seemed something was happening with Al'dr, Da'on and the new fellow Tedaon did not recognise. The master healer was a... Well he could be social when he wanted to be and now was not necessarily one of those times. He had work to do and was not inclined to introduce himself to the stranger.

"Congratulations to you too." Riyd responded, waving at the other wherling. Yeah, that's right they were wherlings now. Screw everyone who said they couldn't do it, screw the rules and all of that! Well now they just had new rules and unfortunately the rules about screwing were still in place regardless, so there would be no screwing over here.
Riysk ruin fun?
Riyd thought that if she could, she would have been raising a cheeky eyebrow. He reached out and pushed her over, the wheret tumbling slightly in the dirt.
Soon Riyd not push Riysk. Only so long can Riyd be stronger than Riysk.
Gosh you're like my sister. Always pushing me around.
Well, not yet.
But soon, hey?
The cyan stuck her tongue out slightly and then got back onto her feet snatching another piece of meat from his hands.

"So, this is Riysk and what names have your whers taken for themselves?"


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The trip down to the feeding area was relatively short and Galya beamed and nodded at all the congratulations as she passed. Inside, her mind was still a rushed mixed of emotions. It was almost like having a child, except more sudden and a lot less painful. There was so much to consider and turns of life to share with this creature she had never known she'd wanted. Well, she and G'len had joked at other hatchings, but she'd honestly never considered the idea seriously before now. She hoped this wasn't going to tie her down too much. She'd already been thinking of new places to visit once Lyorion was settled somewhere.

No worry! Gask raised her head to lick her chin. Gask love adventure! See all places!

Galya beamed. She was being silly. Having a wher was going to be wonderful! And Gask was right. There was no reason they couldn't have all the adventures they could want! Though right now, food was a pretty good start. Galya was starting to think she'd need a second dinner herself with all the hunger Gask was sharing.

"Here we are!" She set the little cyan down and collected a bucket of cut meat. "Can't adventure on an empty stomach!" She sat and eyed the meat distastefully for a moment. How do cooks and riders handle this stuff all the time? It was so gross looking. But Gask was looking at her hopefully. How could she say no? Shrugging, she started to pick up pieces and feed them to the hungry maw.

Could adventure hungry, Gask commented thoughtfully as she chewed. It would be a new experience, though she wasn't sure it would be as fun. Full better! Her eyes darted around to see all the new things. Not to mention the new people her siblings were bringing over. She squirmed, climbing up to Galya's lap to have a better look.

"Hold still, silly girl!" Galya scolded, trying not to laugh. "You'll get a tummy ache."
Will not!
"Will too! Besides, looks like they're all coming over here soon."

True enough, Galya looked up as more wherlings joined the feeding grounds. Goodness, they were all so young! The thought reminded her that she was actually going to have to start lessons after this. Lessons! At her age! Galya giggled at the thought. It was like being a teen again. "This is Gask," she introduced with a warm smile. "But I daresay you'll want my name too, or would you like to guess?" She winked playfully. Oh yes, who said old girls can't play?

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Lyorion returned Rayna's comment with a shy smile and a shrug. He wondered if you could do that? Arrange for a specific person to Impress. But he supposed not. Everyone always said the choice was up to the dragons and whers. And cheating was usually a bad thing. He watched as his mom starting feeding her new wher and sighed. It was so boring up here now. "But I wanted to play with her now," he complained.

Commotion on the Sands drew his attention back there. Did that egg just hatch two whers at once? How great was that! Eyes wide with excitement again, Lyo wriggled in his seat. "Look, Uncle, twins! Do you think they'll pick the same person?" Could they do that? What a lucky person that would be! Even if they did seem rather frisky. He frowned when they started to fight and they're mom had to break them up. Maybe that wasn's such a good idea after all. At least one of them had a person now though. He clapped along with everyone. Were the red ones always so scary?
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Oh! The other...Wherlings.

She'd almost forgotten. No, she had forgotten. On most days it was still difficult for Oreanda to recognize the human equation in the dragons, or in general life. She did when she was forced, like when she had to bunk with Skalla--though she had snuck in Slosk, hadn't she?--during the great storm. It was so much easier to be with the dolphins. Dolphins didn't lie, or tease, or have ulterior motives. They wanted suckers removed, wounds cleaned, and to report. Humans wanted so much more than that, didn't they. The wheret in her lap shifted, and she pressed her face into his neck, sighing with contentment as she hid there. She didn't need her eyes anyway, didn't need her face, he was her eyes now. She'd get used to the view he sent.

Can...can I see them? The wher nipped up the chunk of meat she had been holding then settled his head up and began eyeing each of the newly-paired partners in turn. They all looked the same! She'd seen flashes of faces before, mostly her own, but Osk was careful to focus on each and every one of them. The whers looked so different, so vastly unique, but the people? She might never be able to tell them apart this way. The wher laughed, except it was in her head like bubbles behind her ears, you will learn, they all look same because you no can compare. I see more human for you, then you see how different. Oreanda wasn't sure, but she was inclined to trust him.

She was, however, remarkably shy. She always had been, she supposed, favouring beasts over her kin, but this was different. She had never fit in before, never really cared either, but now she belonged to something greater than herself. As evidenced by the wher in her lap, she was worthy, and they would want to know her--would have to know her--if they were to work together for the rest of their lives. Anda had the sinking suspicion that her wher's sense of pride and duty would not only rival, but surpass her own. If she had expected to slink away to the sea and live on the beaches like some bizarre fishwoman, she was sorely mistaken. He had grand plans for them.

I am Osk, he told the other Wherlings and their partners. This, Oreanda. Head say friends call her Anda, so no matter what say. Her head stayed where it was, eyes closed as always, tongue playing around inside her mouth as she tried to steel herself for whatever he would want her to say, but the prompt she was waiting for, never came. People think not good things about ours, or us, but I can say they all wrong. We are strong, more strong together. We work hard, show everyone, I always here if need anything. I am brother, always. Learn much. Do much. Need anything, ask Osk. Shyly, Oreanda nodded, "I'll help too, a pod has to stick together," she smiled at the comparison, but she supposed it wasn't far off.


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Counting the hatchlings she found herself unable to keep her eyes on just the Candidates as her attention was drawn to the injured iron and his new bonded. Though the crecheworker was certain they would be cared for accordingly she couldn't help being worried - maternal instinct she supposed. Once she saw they were being tended to she looked at the red who had caused the damage in the first place; that one would be a handful no doubt, hopefully her new bonded could control her. Settling back in her seat - she'd slipped to the edge when the iron and red were fighting and just now realized it - Dabryie took a moment to survey the stands while the sands quieted down.

Spying a rather young girl she recognized her eyes narrowed briefly, wrinkles forming at their edges before she shook her head and smiled. While she understood the Weyr not wanting young children at these hatchings - the red's injury to the iron being a prime example of how dangerous they could be - she also understood the curiosity of children was not something that could so easily be dismissed. Besides, the girl seemed to be in good company with whom she was certain was one of her many brothers. Later she'd have to catch up with the girl and see how she liked the hatching.

Attention returned then to the sands where there was a brief pause in wherlets choosing their humans. The twin red was left still, as was a blue, a gray, and two cyans. There weren't nearly as many Candidates for whers as there were that flooded the sands for dragons, a pity that. Idly she wondered if the Weyrleader's sister would be the only one to Impress from the stands or if any of the remaining wherlets would need to traverse the crowds to find theirs.

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It never stopped feeling strange to Rider to be in the stands watching a hatching rather than being a part of it. Even after all the turns since the hatching he had Impressed Ridesk at, he could still remember it clearly. Because Ridesk and Rider are well matched. The cyan quietly interjected into his thoughts before following with, Taking notes? Staring down at the leather piece in his left hand and the chalk he held in the right he grinned. Yes I'll be taking notes the minute things begin to happen.

Caught up in the internal dialogue the tap on his shoulder sent him nearly jumping from his seat, though he reigned in his reaction to be far less dramatic than that. Offering an impish grin to the younger girl he realized she was one of his kin - had to be with a name like Tanner. Nodding to the seat next to him he looked rather amused, "Of course you can sit with me, though I reckon the responsible thing for me to do is to remind you that you shouldn't be here at all."

Girl stay. Distraction, maybe but could help with notes. Second set of eyes. Ridesk decided for Hers what the appropriate course of action was, and had no problem with including Tanner in on it. Especially since she expected the girl to be paying attention and helping gather information. Rider's attention shifted from his young sister to the sands when she got excited and he nodded, "I recognize him... when did he get back?" Though the handler was not as close to many of his siblings as he would have liked he knew about his brother leaving - but there he was on the sands.

As the eggs and hatchlings became visible with the small wall being dismantled, as hatchlings began to bicker as they were wont to do, as Impressions were made - through it all Rider dutifully took notes for his cyan. Crowds were not much of her thing so she had opted to stay back in their room, but she expected a full report none the less. Information was power to Ridesk and she wanted to be well informed on everything. It was when the twin reds hatched from the coveted egg that Rider's hand stopped moving chalk against leather, a frown settling on his features. Certainly not all reds were ticking time bombs waiting to maul and destroy everything in their path... but enough bad things had been heralded by reds that the sight of two in the same clutch was enough to cause pause.

It was in short order that he saw his brother Impress - good! Another handler among the siblings was always welcome, perhaps now he'd be able to get to know the boy a bit better. Scratching down on the hide that Runner had Impressed a black he checked to see what else he missed - oh shards if he didn't write down who the bronze picked then Ridesk would never let him live it down. Scrawling out the impressions he saw he paused in writing once again as one of the reds took a bite of the iron's neck. Their impressions came next, though he failed to record them as he was too busy watching the red - that one was very unpleasant... hopefully her egg twin wasn't as well.



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Inessa and V'dol instantly fell into a conversation, but he didn't miss nudges from either of his current companions. "Well, I don't like ta brag," he responded between their talk of craft. Pah, they were both so polite, and if he didn't happen to actually like either of them, he would have gagged behind their backs. But, fortunately and unfortunately... he happened to treasure them both. (Hardy harr, bad pirate pun).

"Also... he doesn't like me much," he told V'dol after Inessa introduced herself as a proper rider and all that. The bonds... were still very new, and it was still strange to hear how they talk about eachother. Mine, Yours etc etc. "Alright, alright... sorry for not shardin' introducin' you both earlier. We," he enunciated followed by a prodding on Inessa's shoulder and a point to himself, "hadn't decided what we were for a bit there... but I guess that excuse doesn't cut it, does it?" There was exasperation in his tone, but he didn't roll his eyes. People. While he liked them, weren't his strong suit... or at least bringing two people together... save for in his own bed (or previously anyway). Never in his life has he ever introduced a woman to family. It didn't help that most of his siblings had scattered to the winds, but better late than never eh?

Vin snorted, leaning in for a moment to press his cheek against Inessa's shoulder. "You're still shardin' good at what you do. I've seen the crap," affectionately speaking, "around your place. Y'don't need a jaunt down some tables with a room full stuff shirts to validate that." Though he understood the appeal. After-all he made that same jaunt. But it was mainly so he didn't have to apprentice anymore.

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Irrin watched with interest as the wherets pick out stones from the destroyed nest wall. There seemed to be no reason for it, they must have just liked them, and if they wanted to pick up rocks instead of run amok, maybe this wouldn’t go down as another unfair example of how dangerous whers were.

The blue wandered among the girls peacefully enough, winding around Irrin’s ankle, she hardly dared breathe, but the young wher moved on without even looking up. It was disappointing but not unexpected, she was keenly aware that she probably wouldn’t leave with a partner today. There was no way all those eggs would hatch.

The biggest of the eggs seemed to concern the queen, and Irrin watched her hand it off to the red when she left the nest to pick up a pale wheret and carry it around the stands until it was let go at the end of a bench. Irrin smiled slightly. The thing about whers was that they could bond to anyone. That was the great thing, you never got too old.

Blue egg shards went flying, leaving an iron wheret behind he seemed to confer with the already hatched bronze. However whatever the two young kings had to say to each other was interrupted by a small egg rolling right into the bronze! The grey hatchling who back out of the egg certainly didn’t seem the worse for wear. In fact it looked pretty feisty charging around and doing its best to fight back when Nevisk restrained it despite the obvious disadvantages.

What? Nevisk turned one of the smaller eggs, to reveal that it was a rock on the underside. An ordinary, rock coloured, rock. Several others were flipped as well and put aside. Irrin didn’t quite see the point of the rock eggs but there they were. Some non movers were placed aside too. They must have been duds.

Irrin shifted her focus onto the real, live, eggs that remained. Five. Not many at all but some hatchlings still hadn’t bonded. The largest egg sprouted paws. Not golden ones, which Irrin had half expected from the size, the head that emerged was red. The second emerging head was also red. Irrin frowned as she tried to make sense of a two headed hatchling, but it quickly resolved into two separated red hatchlings. The pair squawped in the sand until their mother separated them.

The handsome bronze and the big jawed black were the next to walk among the candidates. Irrin gazed at the bright bronze as he passed her by, thinking that he’d be a handsome beast indeed when he was grown. The grey remained spirited, not even discipline from the iron hatchling could change that, he’d be a handful for sure, so would the reds by the way they had fought with each other. For now the red hatchlings lingered calmly by their mother while more blue hided wherets hatched. Something annoyed one red twin, who darted after the grey. Irrin steeled herself and clenched her jaw, but it wasn’t the smallest wheret who caught her wrath but the largest.

Nevisk contained the errant red hatchling, but the iron had quite the mark on him now. It appeared his mother had told him to go, as he appeared to agree with her and left the nest. He bonded quickly, perhaps he had always known who he wanted. The other red, the one not contained by Nevisk’s claws, was shoved out after her brother. She hissed and stalked, unlike her brother, what would the twin red do when let up? Irrin let her attention wander to the nest at the wrong moment and got claws raking down her legs for her trouble. The girl yelped in surprise and pain and stumbled sideways. Leave it to her to get clawed on the part of her leg that wasn’t fully armoured. Irrin reached down and rubbed at the scratches, they stung, and her hand came away bloody, but she didn’t think they were too bad, just bad enough to punish her for inattention.

It looked like all the living eggs were hatched now, and Nevisk was herding he children up closer to the wall of her fortress nest. Irrin still hoped there might be one for her, even if there weren’t as many hatchlings as she thought, but if there wasn’t, well, she’d have to wait. She’d waited this long just to be a candidate, if she had to wait longer for her wher, it wouldn’t matter.
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Nevisk flexed her claws as she kept a close tab on her remaining Red daughter. The leaner of the Twins didn't seem inclined to make any escape; clearly the more reserved of the pair, but even then, the Gold didn't put anything past her. The Red almost seemed to sigh, but otherwise was content to linger with Nevisk.

The Gray twitched his tail, inquiring something of one of his two remaining Cyan sisters. She rolled a shoulder, plucking herself up off the Sand and smacking one of the Blues in the back of the noggin; come on, she seemed to say. I'm hungry, and we need to sort this out before You-Know-Who gets any ideas. She looked sidelong at her mother, particularly at the Red dozing behind her mother's paw. If not for her tail, one might have not even seen her to begin with.

The other Blue swiveled his head, tongue hanging out slightly, which was replaced in his mouth once his remaining Cyan sister reminded him. Make sure that stays in there, you don't want to get sand on it! He murmured something, tail tips twitching idly. He looked back at his Cyan sister, and then to the Gray still transfixed on Desk. Then to the Red, and ventured after his two other siblings - who had, by now, chosen their tiny souvenir rocks, and were wandering through the Candidates. But there weren't many of those left, either. What was he to do? He asked his sister, who had slowed up to walk beside him. Well, there were a whole lot of people BEHIND the wall, weren't there? Was one of those who he was looking for?

The Blue whimpered, not terribly sure. Well, he felt like it, but he wasn't sure. He just wasn't sure at all! What if His didn't like him?! What if...what if....

The Cyan sighed. She licked his headknob, and bumped him with her shoulder before Nevisk picked up the Red in her maw, completely in her mouth, to make sure her daughter didn't get into mischief. She pushed herself to her paws, and ventured out to once again take one of her children past the barrier and into the spectators. The Blue, reassured but a little worried even still, followed his mother faithfully.

Nevisk flicked her blue-green tongue around her hatchling as the Red peeped out from between her mother's menacing teeth, and the Blue looked up at her before making his way up the benches with her - well, as far as Nevisk's enormous form could muster. She let him lead, eyes red as usual while she watched not her hatchling, but those around him like a hawk.

Finally, the Blue picked his way through the legs and feet that moved somewhat for him.

Excuse me. Pardon. Watch toes. Sorry. Apologize. Terrible sorry, yes, yes, need past, let by please, thanks, OW THAT TAIL NOT SQUISH... The Blue sighed, finally hopping up between two people sitting in front of His, so that he could get a good view of them. He licked his maw, tongue hanging out a little bit again.

Brask think...maybe...Brandy might want come to Weyr....stay...be Handler? Know busy, Hold stuffs, but need stay here for little while, least. Lessons, stuff. Brandy know. Maybe not fun as Hold stuff, but maybe like? More to do. Oh, please, not say no, Brask scare, fly on Big Wing...not yet, though. Maybe. If....if not too much trouble? The Blue looked hopeful.


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Brask is compassionate, accepting, and devoted. His imagination is almost unlimited, and he's got a creative streak a mile long; for all his pros, however, he can be incredibly indecisive, doesn't seem to actually commit to things, and can just plain be lazy (as most Blues seem to carry such a trait at times). He has the typical Blue's empathy; this makes him a little bit oversensitive at times, especially if it involves his Brandy - he dislikes it immensely if anyone makes fun of His, or her craftswork, but he's kind of a sucker when it comes to taking a joke. He's not as intelligent as His, but he carries his own degree of street-smarts. Brask will never be caught particularly unawares, even if he does have a problem with laziness...after all, being lazy doesn't mean one's lacking in perception. He likes to think that his slow pace to life helps him make sure that he catches everything he needs to catch, and with this, makes a better-informed decision on things.

While he will need Brandy to be the dominant partner and major decision-maker, this Blue also will need His to make sure he doesn't plant his feet and stagnate; when left to his own ends for too long, Brask begins to feel poorly for himself, and picks apart his own accomplishments until he's nearly driven himself to tears. So long as he's with His and motivated to do something, anything, it won't come to such a point (and frankly, Brandy isn't the sort that's inactive enough to let him be anywhere near that self-depreciating).

While Brandy is much more intelligent than her Blue, Brask has instincts that are often spot-on. If he feels something isn't right in his gut, it normally isn't - the issue with this is that he doesn't like rejection, and is afraid that going 'against the grain', regardless of his instincts. He worries that it may make him enemies. For a Blue who only ever wants to help people and be a proud point for His, this gets him into trouble sometimes. He loves meeting new people, and regardless of what they do or say, isn't willing to shun them forever based on a singular mistake; he gives people chances upon chances, and he and Brandy may butt heads over this. He absolutely LOVES water, and will swim at any and all opportunities. She'll have trouble keeping him out of the lake.

Brask is, like most Blues, a tad on the rotund/burly side; his features are notably soft, and he tends to 'wag' his tail (especially the tips/end) when he's pleased. Buoyant, he's capable of floating quite easily if tossed out into any major body of water (beach ball, hooooo!); he's a master 'doggie paddler'. When he's grown, his wings will be capable of carrying him for short glides; his tail is thick, and may weigh his back end down a bit during as much. His tongue is a bit longer than normal, and sometimes he forgets to pull it completely back into his mouth - Brandy might have to remind him every once in a while. He has a near-white crest of membrane on his head that, when flustered, stands up like a rooster. He's also somewhat eager to taste-test anything she makes. She'd better check those corks on those liquor casks....or the runners will be relaying messages about a drunk wher being carried away on a river of....Brandywine!

He will grow to be 6'5" long (excluding his tail, which adds another nearly 3 feet to his length), and 4' tall.

Why Brandy?
Brandy has the time, craftswork path, and temperment to be precisely what Brask needs; not too domineering, but not so passive that he's left to essentially mentally tear himself apart. Her work takes her to encountering many different types of people, in many different conversations, and this will both broaden Brask's knowledge base as far as social interaction, as well as help him more aptly attribute his strength and eager-to-please demeanor into assisting her with everything and anything she needs him for. He's a loyal defender, and a rather loving companion; he's not afraid to snuggle with her if she needs it, but at the same time, this isn't a Blue that's going to be pushed around (once Brandy's demeanor and her blunt sort of presentation helps him with his spine a little bit). She just seemed to click so well with him, and Brandy's personality seemed like it would work much better with a follower-but-not-completely-follower wheret.


Raja felt a pang of...something, in his gut. He restricted the heavy sigh that threatened to permeate his chest and escape into somewhere between his throat and nose. His back stiffened. Naturally, habitually, because of course people had turned to watch the wheret make his choice. It appeared that perhaps he might be able to wrangle a ride back to the Hold, after all. Her night looked to be occupied, not that Ujarak was the sort to do anything more than talk when it came to interest for bed partners.

Nevisk, seeing her son make his choice, watched carefully until after he bit any offered limb from the Vintner, or in the case she happened to have a blade and handled it herself. In such a regard, she then turned and made her way back down to the Sands again, Red still held in her mouth.

On the Sands, the Cyan lingered a moment to watch, and make sure her brother found things all right. She leaned slightly sideways, tail twitching as she craned her head slightly to look to all of her siblings in the feeding area.

Well, is successful, she remarked, brushing her long spines against her chosen's calves and knee, though her back itself didn't quite reach the latter. So many Irrisk sisters, brothers, scare of Red sister. Irrisk not scare. Think silly. Just different hide color. Why two-legs so dimglow sometime, Irrin? Very silly. Red, they be nice, too. Not always mean. Look at Raisk. Proof. She shrugged, scraping her snout across Irrin's scratched calves, before taking a bit of the blood with her tongue. Well, it had dried, that wasn't quite right. She looked up. Want bite, or have knife? Not able use this. Too dry. Need bond, then need food. We figure out where go from there, yes?

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Irrisk is temperamental and impulsive, but this exterior demeanor hides a Cyan who's a risk-taker, independent (to an extent, like Hers) and who tends to look on the brighter side of things more often than not - despite her attitude, sometimes. As with the moons of Pern, bright sides hide dark sides, as well; Irrisk is very insecure about her capacity to do things, and often loses interest and gives up if something isn't successful the very first time she does it. She blames herself sometimes, other times she blames others; Irrin can tell, being bonded to her, that the former holds more water with the Cyan than the latter.

She's essentially fearless - Irrin will have to keep a sharp eye on her, as being a newly-hatched wheret (and even when she gets older!) she may periodically get in over her head and need Hers to come save her! My hero! She rather enjoys being outside, so this may almost always involve getting stuck somewhere, or maybe even getting lost - it depends entirely on how close an eye Irrin keeps on her, until she's old enough to know better.

Irrisk is on the larger side of her Cyan kin, and will stand at a stately 4' at the shoulder, and be 6'3" including her three-forked tail. Her hide is mottled in hues of her token color's shades, ranging anywhere from cloud-white to storm-dark, with four distinct, starburst-looking markings across her right eye, as well as along her spine at her shoulders, haunches, and base of her tail. She appears somewhat rotund, but don't let it fool you - this girl is surly, burly, and can more than hold her own against anyone that might threaten Hers, or anyone she holds dear. Like some of her siblings, her paws are a tad large compared to the rest of her, and especially compared to her wings; this wher will never glide, but she makes up for it with sure footing and a decidedly ferocious appearance, given the spines she carries - some of them longer than both her wings and her headknobs. They stand a bit more erect when she's irritated.

Why Irrin?
Irrin's stubbornness and patience is a fitting counter to Irrisk's notorious incompletion when it comes to non-immediate success. Her inner insecurity will also be reinforced by Irrin's strong mind and will; Irrisk will always carry inner self-doubt as far as her capacity to do a job well, but this will lessen considerably as she grows up with Hers. Irrisk's quick temper is also mellowed out by Irrin's milder one. In turn, Irrisk's risk-taking may help Irrin understand that just because someone wrongs you once, or breaks a promise, that they're not necessarily irresponsible and not worthy of a second chance.


The remaining Blue sat for a moment, out on the Sands, and then watched his mother walk back past him with his Red sister still in her maw. The little Red was half-awake, yawning as Nevisk carted her around. He looked back to the remaining Cyan and his Gray brother...wasn't it time for him to find His? He'd been out there a while, now, hadn't he?

The Gray shrugged. He was hungry, but there would be plenty when he decided, wouldn't there? He could stand to stay there for a little bit longer, he wanted to make sure his other Red sister would be all right. The remaining Cyan went to join her other sibling already outside the barrier, and the pair of them sat to look at the remaining Candidates and those in the Stands. Hmmmm.

Mutt and Musk observed quietly, before Musk pushed up off the floor and wandered over to say hello to Raisk. No fear. His Blue appeared positively fearless. Of course, Musk didn't step a toe on the Sands, however. Some dangers and risks were just too great to chance. Mutt stuffed his thumbs into his belt, swaggering his way around the Stands to make sure he didn't step into anyone's line of sight - and thus, become a better door than he made a window - before bringing himself up beside Da'on and Al'dr. He didn't say anything immediately, just kind of...lingered. He was good at lingering. He did it a lot, after all.

Hi, Raisk. Good guard. Nevisk lucky, have good Red, watch babies.

V'dol bit his lower lip to hide the laugh, at least in sound.

"I doubt many people like you, never stopped you before, has it?" He raised one brow Vinlos' way. "Certainly hasn't appeared to put any damper on your...uh...relationship, now has it?" You're clearly doing much better than I am, he thought dryly, which piqued Lilo's attention. She chided him without words, and he quieted her with little more than a second thought. "In a Weyr, it's kind of hard to make that decision, so many fleeting Flightlust partners getting attached, mmm? I'm glad you've sorted it, now I'll be able to sort out where you are a bit easier, seems like." He ribbed Vin lightly. "High praise from Vin. He doesn't dole it out lightly, we should write it down. It might not happen again."


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G'len slipped into the seat next to Rayna, a few moments after she took her own. "Hey," he said by way of a greeting; they'd seen each other earlier that day and talked about business and other mundane things then, so no fancy greetings were needed now. "Anything exciting happen yet?" asked just as the first wheret exited the wall. Then a sly smile crept across his face. "Want to make some wagers on the new hatchlings?"

It was just after the first of the wherets Impressed that his sister Gayla and nephew Lyoroin arrived to sit next to them. He greeted them happily, then returned to mostly observing the scene below while Lyo was almost bouncing out of his seat to see things. All the things. G'len should send the boy away for his own safety, but he did come with an adult escort as per spectaor rules, plus Nevisk clearly didn't want to let her children run amok causing chaos. Safe enough, then. For now.

"What's Impression like? It's a bit different for everyone, what they see and experience in the first minutes into a bond," answering the boy's question. "For me, it was seeing another mind in its entirety. For your Aunt Gaige, a push into some changes she didn't quite expect. I think. You'd have to ask her about it the next time you see her." He stretched a bit before settling again. "Others have to take several turns to fully adjust to something that didn't match their expectations."

G'len would've continued the conversation, except that one of the baby Cyans wanted up into the Stands, something her mother was going to play escort duty on. Escorting her all the way to...their row?!? "Congratulations, Gayla! She's a beauty if ever there was one," he beamed at his eldest sibling.

He watched with some amusement as Lyo unsuccessfully tried to escort the new Cyanhandler to the feeding area. If Gayla hadn't stopped the boy, he would've had to. There were rules about personal close relationships with newly-bonded pairs for a reason. And he had no desire to see his sister loose her new partner so soon after finding each other. The wherless weren't quite as bad as the dragonless, but it was still a pain G'len didn't want to bring on anyone.

"You can meet little Gask later, at the Wherlingmaster's discretion," he told the boy. "There's rules about how close family members must act around the babies, for good reasons. We'll discuss it with him after the Hatching is done. For tonight, though, you'll sleep in my weyr. Tomorrow we'll see what the new arrangements for you will be." Give his nephew a bit of time to adjust to the idea was wiser than just sprinting it on him at the end, he decided. Though whether the boy would agree with that remained to be seen.

Fortunately Lyo found something else in the Hatching to take his mind off being blocked from his mother. "Twins are quite rare among dragonkind. The only true twin dragons I can immediately recall here at Dalibor were Unath and Mith. And no, they didn't Impress to the same person." Thank Faranath. He chuckled a bit. "Firelizard twins can do that, though. And have. I have a pair, and one of the lower caverns workers has a set of twin Browns. Otherwise, no, those Reds won't choose the same person as Theirs."

He turned his attention back to Rayna. "So how's you're new kitten working out? Not destroyed your weyr yet, has it?"

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Brandy craned her head as she watched still more Wherets Impress. They were so varied and so lovely! She watched as one - a blue - seemed to find none of the Standing Candidates acceptable. She certainly wasn't the only one to be watching, either. Apparently a wher in the Stands was something to keep eyes on. Even with a Red still on the sands there wasn't a threat from it. Yet.

It clearly made itself heard as it made its - HIS - way through the Stands. Excuse me. Pardon. Watch toes. Sorry. Apologize. Terrible sorry, yes, yes, need past, let by please, thanks, OW THAT TAIL NOT SQUISH... Even though she couldn't see him, there was a shuffle of people around where he was making his way through. Brandy started craning her head to see if she could pick out who he was heading towards.

Quickly enough the Vintner found her guess of Raja - she'd considered him, of course - to be completely wrong. The stunning wheret in shades of icy blue introduced himself in a hesitant and hopeful way. Brask think... Maybe...Brandy might come to Weyr... Stay... Be handler? Know busy, Hold stuffs, but need stay here for little while, least. Lessons, stuff. Brandy know. Maybe not fun as Hold stuff, but maybe like? More to do. Oh please, not say no, Brask scare, fly on Big Wing... Not yet, though. Maybe. If... If not too much trouble?

Brandy felt emotions swelling in herself. Not all of them were hers, there was some feeling of otherness, but even with the alien tickle in her mind the Vintner couldn't help but coo at the wheret. "Oh, come here you!" Arms reached out and picked the blue up like a puppy. He was certainly the size of one. "Aw, darling. I bet I'll have to have lessons and all that, but when we go back it'll be by ferry. Don't you worry. I'll hold you tight and... And..." Brandy chuckled. She was a touch overwhelmed.

Brask's expression was one of disappointment. Brandy kissed him right between the headknobs. For the moment everything but the sweetheart in her arms was forgotten.

"It'll be all good. You're such a sweetheart. Let's get outta here and find out what I'm supposed to do with you. Don't know much about whers." Head drawing up her gaze fell on Raja and a strike of disappointment laid her low for a moment. She leaned in. "[i]I'll take a rain check on tonight. I expect a dance regardless, though."

Is Brandy introduce Brask now? The wheret was eyeballing the man who had been His' companion. With little ado he leaned his head forward - tongue dangling from between his lips - and stuck his snout in Raja's face. Pleasing for meeting! Sorry must be interrupting. Will see Brandy for having company later. Feeling something not done. Many sorry.

With that he drew his head back, Brandy standing with him. His maw slipped open on her hand and a brush of his tooth scratched her enough to draw blood. Brandy's breath hissed but as quickly as it happened Brask's tongue was against the injury in apology and necessity. Large, soulful eyes gazed up at her. Sorries. No meaning for hurting. Here. Brask fix. Even as his saliva stilled the blood flow she could feel the bond settling in her mind like a bright star.

She glanced at her hand after shifting the wheret in her arms, walking down the steps to where the rest of the wherlings were gathering. "Oh, it's fine. Nothing bad at all. I'll just get it bandaged up when we've gotten you something to eat."

Relieved that His wasn't upset, his tail wrapped around her wrist affectionately.
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Yoris twitched on instinct at an overexcited’s wher’s bugle. He chanced a quick glance around, loathe to take his eyes fully off of the then-hatching wherets, but it was long enough to spot Kisk in the crowd. Yoris bit back a groan. It seemed that one night of followinging that prancing fool around was enough to earn his eternal attention. Hard to believe that his long-term memory was so acute.

A motion in the corner of his eye snapped his attention back to center. The first of the wherets was heading his way! Yoris steeled himself, his pale eyes going several sizes wider as the Cyan approached. When she came to sit before him, he blinked twice and cleared his throat, suddenly aware that he did not know what one was supposed to do when being Impressed. Was there some sort of formal address? An acknowledgment of the everlasting bond? Swallowing thickly against his dry throat, he rallied what felt like appropriate words, and had only just opened his mouth to speak them when she licked his shins, flopped sideways, and scooted away. He stared after her, the sound drying up with a quizzical, “uhhh?” It took him a long moment to realize that she was now Impressing someone else entirely. Yoris snorted and resettled his heels in the sand. So much for the everlasting bond then.

Put out, he watched the next hatchings with a more critical eye than previously. These wherlings didn’t really know what they were about. It was clearly more a matter of random choice than anything—he even saw one pick someone out of the crowd! Surely an untrained novice was never going to be a better choice than a proper Candidate, one who had studied and knew what they were getting into? He couldn’t quite find the same excitement that the others clearly felt at seeing each new surprise spill forth from its egg. He hmphed at Nevisk’s grand reveal, rocks as eggs. He had a vague notion that this was an act of intelligence rather than pure whim, but it was hard to believe that the whers had it in them to plan so far ahead. Like most of them, the sight of two Reds hatching set his jaw to grinding. Faranth help whoever ended up bonded to either of those.

It looked as though he would be exempt from that fate however. A large-headed Black was slinking deliberately in his direction, and Yoris smirked with satisfaction as it came to curl around his feet. So it was a little lame, and that jaw was grotesque, but at least it was a small and quiet creature. He puffed up his chest to utter the words he had decided were right for this occasion, but before the breath had even left his lips the Black was gone again, just as quick as he had come. Yoris let the breath out in a whuff of surprise. The Candidate looked around him, raising his arms in a universal symbol of “what on Pern just happened here?” and even tried to make eye contact with Raela. Had anyone else seen that? What was with these sharding whers? Yoris lowered his arms and bowed his head against the heat. He was starting to feel a little feverish, and for a brief moment wondered if perhaps he was imagining a great deal of the hatching. Surely no one else had been twice chosen by wherlets only to be abandoned at the last second. Not that he wanted one but there were so many judging eyes here, and in his heart he felt they were measuring him against the capricious choices of infants.

His thoughts snapped back to reality as Red attacked Iron, and again he felt his stomach flop uneasily. These creatures could be vicious. After a brief scuffle he watched Nevisk evict the burlier of the two Reds. At least the only ichor she had drawn was from her own twin. He kept an eye on her as she moved through the Candidates, and snorted derisively when she managed to sink claws into a wherry-brained girl who was too slow to move. But as she moved through the the girls without finding her match and began slinking her way towards his side of the Sands, Yoris began to feel cold. The anxiety settled like a cold weight into his stomach and he found himself thinking, as if it might ward her off, No, nonono, someone else someone else… And then there she was, settled for all the world like a canine at his feet.

Yorisk suppose you worthwhile. Need lots work. She shined her claws on her keel, a maneuver that Yoris wondered, in a moment of rising panic, how she could possibly have learned.

Not able take over Weyr by self. Mother too busy. Yoris only one here, I think salvageable. Rest, useless. Even stupid not-Gray brother think too good for good fight, gets in way when Yorisk want deal out punishment. Gray brother ask too many questions, you not ask enough question. Too scare, too worry, Yorisk fix. Maybe you useful, but take lots work. Mother yell at, say find you, get food, behave.

Yoris took a steadying breath. This wher was out of her mind. He couldn’t even follow her train of thought well enough to respond, but only had a fuzzy sense of the anger that roiled under her surface. And yet it was clearly time to recite the words, whether he wanted to or not. He inhaled deeply—although now he did not know if he wished to leave her enough time to change her mind or not, his head was all full of conflicting ideas pulling at odds to one another—inhaled deeply, and began.

“Yorisk, you are mine now-yoWCH!” he yelped as she lashed out, tunnelsnake-quick, to sink teeth into his ankle. Just as quick, he lashed out himself, delivering a stinging slap to the Red wher’s nose. Without hesitation Yorisk leaned back into her haunches and tugged. Yoris lost his footing and sat down hard. The wher’s eyes rolled as red as her hide while she licked blood from her maw.

Lots fix, but first, empty stomach. Most important. Go, Yorisk follow, not need, but will, for now.

‘Lots fix’ indeed! Yoris was shaking, half in shock from the pain in his ankle, half from the sudden welling of emotions that were not his own that filtered through his wher. He spluttered indignities at the wher, and she responded with a nip that sent him right back to his feet.

What Yorisk say! Yoris GO, Yorisk FOLLOW, get food. Yoris looked over the Candidates that were left, near beseeching. Wasn’t someone going to help him with this… this beast? Lips thin, he straightened, brushed the sand from his robes, and began hobbling to the feeding area. Yorisk lifted her lips in an expression both snarl and smirk, hissing at those closest when they shuffled by, just to see them jump. When Yoris seemed to slow at the pathway—there were already many other pairs, he was not sure where to go—she clicked her jaws at his heels. He hissed right back at her before throwing himself down near one of the unoccupied buckets.

“You are a menace to society,” he grumbled at her as he tossed the first chunk into her waiting gullet. He noticed that the others were being gentler in their ministrations, but their whers didn’t seem likely to bite off a finger. “And you will need to learn how to behave. You will be in trouble otherwise.” He thought about what ‘trouble’ might mean for this bully of a wher. “Your mother will—”

Mother not do thing. Yorisk bonded wher now, no cull, no busy watch. Something like a cackle filtered through her bloody throat. Yoris shuddered. His ankle throbbed and he could feel the pounding of it all the way into his head. Not a debilitating injury by any means, but he was unused to such discomforts.

Yorisk fix Yoris, take wholebig Weyr for self and self-heart-sister. Soon. Yoris chanced a look back at the Sands, wondering if anyone had ended up with that other, perhaps even more vicious Red yet. As nasty as Yorisk was, she hadn’t gone so far as taking chunks out of her other siblings.

If you would like to FIX me you might start by not putting holes in me first, he thought back at her with no small amount of vitriol. Speaking mentally to her was no great feat—he spent so much time in his head anyway, it was almost easier to think his words to her that way. Distantly he was aware of the other wherlings introducing themselves to one another, making small talk, doting on their new little loves. It was taking most of his strength to not bare his teeth at them the way that Yorisk wanted, and to keep her from doing no more than that. Any pair, human or otherwise, that ventured too close—and it was hard not to, for Yorisk had planted herself in the center of the path on purpose—would end up with a snapping, snarling, tail-flailing she-devil aimed for their nearest extremities. Yoris wouldn’t let her make contact, but that was the best he could manage for the moment.


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Raistlin's expression shifted from light strain to almost giddy interest, "gift? For me? Hmm have I not unwrapped a gift in that particular room already?" Fingers prodded Nevitheran's stomach playfully, as an equally playful smirk brightened their face. Or as much as it could brighten, Raisk has calmed as much as she could... though her body was still tense and the muscles on her back rippled. "I think that'd be good, though remind Nevisk not to engage her in play, not that your dearest needs protection, or warning." Raisk was "controlled" but when riled and restless as she was now, her temper was a guard's itchy trigger finger on a crossbow. Even when Raistlin was with her, there were a couple of times where the red handler narrowly missed greater injury than a bite on their arm.

Raisk listened to Nevisk with bared teeth, mostly out of embarrassment at her outburst. The little wherets seemed to be trouble, after all. At least one impressed. She should feel slighted that words used for Raisk was "controlled" and "good thing she has her Handler". But it was true, wasn't it. Without Raistlin, if she were bound to a weaker soul? Well... she could have accomplished everything she wished -- yet at what price? Her head, of course. Yet the realm of anything other than Raistlin was... difficult to see even if she (at some level) knew that not everything lasted forever. In response Raisk's mind pushed against Nevisk's, in an almost affectionate manner. She did not need validation from the Gold. But Raistlin could feel that she didn't mind the Gold's words. Though, their lips were sealed.

Movement caught her attention and she turned her eyes to the blue that was approaching. She stood from her seated position and her lips pulled into a toothy grin. Come little blue, test her Handler's control, come onto the Sands and see how "good" she was. She cackled a bit as Musk stopped on the edge. He seemed to have a brain in that head, or at least a strong sense of self-preservation. The blue bespoke her and the grin fell from her lips, as the moment of potential chaos and activity left. Know am good guard, or not be here on Sands. Praise be meaningless, but Raisk accept. A treat for being a good boy. Yet she so wished he would test her, as she wanted to sink her teeth into his hide and listen to him squeal. Not because he deserved it, or that she disliked him... but because she could, and wanted to. Ah but there was a time and place for that.

Maybe later, on some poor unsuspecting creature.

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Da'on called a flit, his black to assist Master Tedaon's Neras with handing out bandages. It seemed the bulk of the injuries so far were on the wherets... the rest were just bites and -some- were not even malicious and thus were pretty superficial and would heal on their own. While he did dabble in Dragonhealing for a while... that was a decade ago. Actually... more than. People were his target audience, but he didn't forget the basics -- he would rather leave those for Healers that were better versed in it. "Nevisk seems to have a decent hold on the situation." He responded to Tedaon.

It wasn't hard to notice Mutorin, and his shoulder flexing with the accompanied wink. Da'on had responded with a slow growing smirk and another once over look at the other man, interested. Well until Al'dr elbowed him, "do you always attract this sort of attention? Aren't you engaged?"

"It wasn't me he was looking at before I noticed, and i'm not hurting anyone by looking. But to answer your question, yes... yes I do. Its a favorite pastime."

Da'on's grasp at confidence and i-don't-care-who-he's-related-to slipped as Mutorin moved to stand beside them. His tongue touched the corner of his lip before he licked them once. "Are all of you built like dray beasts?" He asked the Blue handler casually, but to those that knew him... it was a grasp at less awkward conversation with use of mild wit. Sadly for the Wingsecond... it wasn't a great place to start. Perhaps he was just used to Z'dyn's modest nature while in public.

Al'dr snorted, "i'm probably sure you've put two and two together, this is Da'on."
"A pleasure. I'm very curious as to how you two met."
The younger bluerider smiled some with a sheepish shrug, "Fortath was begging for food, and he was the guy who happened to be in the kitchen. Also the guy who enabled him to keep it up."

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Einon's gaze flitted over the gathering wherlings. The people she will have to deal with, day in and day out. Or... guess she's nocturnal now. She wrinkled her nose some and went back to feeding Eisk who was now looking at her with a knowing look. If whers had knowing looks. Eine turned her sour look onto her wher, who didn't seem too perturbed by it and continued to eat happily. Except not in silence.

Maybe hafta talk sometime.
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I don't have t'do anything with 'em. Just put up with 'em for... two. Turns.
Eisk not saaay now. Sometime. Einon snorted, and Eisk shrugged and took another piece from his pretty handler. He adored her already, even with all her sour attitude.

Hello! chirped the blue to all his clutch siblings. Although he smartly kept his distance from Yorisk, Grats on bond and Yours. Am Eisk now. he introduced, with a look to His as if to say: See? Easy. Einon returned to cutting the meat into more manageable chunks, listening to the others... but not wanting to say anything. So she did her best to avoid their gazes. Eisk flooded her mind with his adoration for her, in hopes that one day he will soften her up. But also because he loved her.

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It seemed the reds did bear watching, as one escaped Nevisk's herding tail with intent to wreak havoc on her siblings. Liamaedra clapped a hand over her mouth as she started after the tiny grey wheret only to have the much larger grey wheret (that one was an iron, or should be, she reminded herself) intervene. She wanted to shout a warning, push them apart, but the lessons had come down especially strict on hatching etiquette: no talking. No interfering with the hatchlings.

Ichor spilled as the red took her revenge on the iron for interfering with a dreadful bite to the neck, and Lia made a muffled sound against her own hand. That was totally unnecessary! If the red didn't get culled, she'd better hope that her handler had a firm hand on the discipline, because no one else would stand for that kind of attack!

Nevisk stopped any more violence between the pair, though, and the iron set out from the nest to venture over to the candidates. Then, to her absolute dumbfounded surprise, he planted himself in front of her with a soft huff that left her with no doubt that he'd just sighed at the lot of them.

Liask wonder if sister will bite other, Hers, like bite Liask, Liamaedra. Make many calculations, try figure out all scenario, but not come to good conclusion yet. Too many variable, make Liask worry for rest of brothers, sisters. Primary objective is be to protect you, now, your Liask. Need assistance, for now. Worry about neck. Then after bite fix, then worry about... insolent siblings. Come. We eat, fix neck, and plan. Need deal with sisters, things get nasty.

"Well of course we need to get you seen to, come on! That bite looks nasty," she commented sympathetically. "Can you make it off the sands okay?"

The wheret snorted. Of course. THINK, Liamaedra. Sister bit Liask neck, not feet.

Lia flushed. "Right. Right. Okay." She started to head off, only to stop. Liask hadn't moved. "Um... I thought you said you could make it off okay."

The iron sounded slightly reproving. Can. You forgot, though. Need bond, first.

"Oh." Oops. Crouching, she took out her knife, making a small cut for Liask to lap at and cement their bond. "Better?"

Yes. Acceptable. Liask rose, taking one last wary look back at the nest before making his way off the sands, planting himself in the feeding area solidly. Liask requires bite fix now. Wound is problematic, he announced to the general area, before giving the now-bonded Yorisk a pointed look. Much like certain siblings.

"How about you wait to pick fights until after we get you patched up and fed, at least," Liamaedra intervened quickly, offering Yoris a bit of a grin to show she didn't hold any ire for him, no matter what his red had done before they'd bonded. It faded more quickly than usual, though, in the face of her anxiety for her new bonded's wellbeing. "Can someone help, please? His neck's pretty bad, it really does need a healer."


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Mutorin's lips tugged slightly. Began to draw upwards, and even moreso when Da'on inquired about his build, Musk coming over to flop down beside His' feet with a huffed sigh.

]Musk think in love.

Mutt's teeth flashed, and he rubbed his face to hide both the smile and the laughter.

She'd probably eat ya, auld man.
]Don't care. Best way die, that one.


Mutt turned his eyes towards Da'on, mirth and humor glinting in the depths as Musk gazed longingly at Raisk. The human of the pair crossed his arms, hands under either side, and almost appeared to be sizing up BOTH the siblings beside him. His attention lingered on Al'dr with a coy smirk, before dark eyes turned to Da'on. He looked downright sinful.

"Sure I can find a closet somewheres, ya wanna see for yerself, love," Mutt's grin became a sly smile. "But hafta warn ya, the belt comes off, an' that's cause for concern, aye?" He pointedly looked down, then back up - just his eyes. Only ever his eyes. Up in Z'dyn's weyr, nestled with Io'tez and Kira, the Ironrider's face flushed, and he felt unspeakably irritable for no reason.

"Pair o' ya don't look anythin' alike, but I had the wee feelin' you were brothers," Mutt remarked, eyes still lingering on Da'on. My, my. Two handsome fellows at once, was it? He had a bit of a lip-lick of his own, but it wasn't as ingrained nor graceful as Da'on's; Mutt's was more of a lick-then-slight-bite of the one side of his lower lip. He reached up to rub his chin, smoothing his goatee. "Lad's right," Mutt tried very hard not to let slip his usual "buoy" mannerism of addressment, "Makin' my redfruit turnovers an' spiced Klah, an' his Blue showed up. Musk decided he was worth befriendin', an' then your brother there started singin' for me, he did. Quite a nice voice, he's got. Good gitar player." He looked Da'on over again, "Good pipes run'n the family, aye? Or no?" He wasn't opposed to a more...private show, after all.

Finally, Mutt's line of sight settled back on the babies still on the Sands. Wouldn't be long, and there'd be none left. And then his favorite part of any Hatching - the Feast.

"So," Mutorin looked towards Al'dr, almost seeming to comment as if it might be something he posed the question of every day. "What say ya, about mebbe sharin' the dance floor with me, come Feast time? I've Patrols t'finish up with auld Musk tonight, an' then we'll be sortin' all that."

He picked a piece of lint off his leathers, flicking it off as he looked to his Blue. Old was right. Musk had just turned thirty-two turns. Mutorin, himself, would be fifty-one next season. He almost sighed at the thought. If his looks held up, he could expect to be somewhat desirable for maybe another eight turns or so. Nine, at most, and then it would be no more chasing the twenty-five-turn olds for him. Musk huffed.

Nevitheran's face colored purple, and he turned his back to the Stands in order to hide it, rubbing his mouth and nose and trying desperately not to look as flushed as he was.

"You did," he finally - hoarsely - sputtered. "But this is something else, it's...I...worked really hard on it, I just...hope you like it. Raisk, too, because I imagine if she doesn't, she'll make sure we don't go anywhere, just to spite me." Clearly a joke. He knew Raisk well enough not to expect to gift anything to Raistlin that might earn the Red's ire. Theran waited, watched. Thus far, his Gold had indeed handled everything swimmingly, but he was still rather concerned about the Red still being held close to her keel.

The wheret appeared to be the weaker of the pair, the more leaner-built, and Theran worried that she might not even make it to find Hers, much less make it out of Nevisk's grasp. It was clear that his Gold was holding her until she showed some form of interest. If not, he worried that she'd die before Nevisk ever had to cull her. Or worse yet - make a meal out of one of her siblings. His stomach felt sour, and the frown etched his face as clearly as any other expression. He realized he was doing it, as Nevisk showed him, and straightened himself up.

Ijo lingered with Isk in the feeding area, showing his new charges how to feed their infants; small bites, tear them apart, don't let them take the chunks if they were too big. He intended on introducing himself, though he suspected most of those present knew who he and Isk were. They wouldn't be where they were standing, if there was no reason for them to be. Even still, he hated to repeat himself, and simply waited for all of the wherets to find Thiers.


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Rayna offered a smile to the young boy and nodded as G'len explained the nature of a bond to the young boy. As well, he continued on to explain the twins that had hatched. Honestly, it was uncommon but also highly concerning that the twins were reds.
"He seems to be working out well. He's quite taken with Couineth, trying to snuggle up with her sometimes. Of course, she pushes him away. I don't know what else I would have expected from her." Rayna replied with a smile.

--

As soon as the iron wherling accepted Tedaon's offer of assistance, he set to work staunching the bleeding with his one good hand (taking pains to ensure he would not infect the patient.) Holding it there with the stump of his left, he then grabbed some salve, applying it to prevent both infection and pain. It was not a terribly deep cut and it was not urgent that it needed stitches but he would probably prefer to apply the stitches when he got the chance. For now, they had to stop the bleeding as ichor dripped onto the ground.
"Congratulations," he mumbled to the wherling.

-- --
KISK AM BEST THERE IS! KISK HAVE TRAIN REDHANDLER!
The black puffed out proudly and then reached out to Yoris with his mind.
YOO HOO KISK AM SAY CONGRATULAMATIONS.
Kire placed a hand on her wher's head as she had arrived not too long ago.
"Hey mum imagine how funny it would be if you trained both the red handlers."
"If that one does actually impress..." Kire responded doubtfully, looking at the red wher, "I think anger doesn't usually attract anger though."

-- -- --

"Well if the name your wher has taken is Gask then yours must be Gaseous?" Riyd responded with a cheeky smile, "But yes I would love to know your name. Mine's Riyd."
He addressed the last part to the group. Oreanda, Eisk so there was something there too obviously. He nodded to each of the new people in turn smiling and waving.

He was aware of the arrival of the newly selected red handler and nodded to the former candidate. He had been one of the newer ones, hadn't he? Well, it didn't really matter in the end. What mattered was that they were all here together.

This was their new class now!

-- -- --

Raela was not really the most friendly of sorts but she kind of agreed with Yoris. What was up with these wherlings. What was up with this whole sharing wher for that matter? The candidate shook her head slightly as the red impressed to Yoris. Well, that was likely the last she would see of him. Wherlings never really had time for anyone else. Was that... Regret?

Ugh, this Weyr was making her weak. She assumed her neutral expression once more and looked back towards the sands. She was about to fail yet again in her goal. Soon, her home would not be so forgiving.


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