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 We few, we happy few, WI:14 {Keth Hatching}
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 Posted: Jul 24 2016, 03:13 PM
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While Perenelle had never been a big fan of the morning, she always managed to be awake before dawn. It was just a quirk that had followed her since childhood, though she was always thankful for it when hatchings like this one came around. Getting out of her cot, she quickly donned her light armor and white robes before throwing her hair back into a ponytail and following the other candidates out to the sands.

Seeing Keth was always an experience, the golden dragon awe-inspiring on sight, no matter how many times she was seen. It always made Perenelle's day to see the Queen, especially when it involved hatchlings. She didn't feel that her own Impression would happen here, it would be nice if it would but she'd already been doing this for 3 turns and she didn't think this clutch would break her streak. Looking to the Queen, she bowed her head slightly to the dragon before saying her greeting respectfully and moving to join the other female candidates. She saw as two were Impressed and chuckled to herself. One had seemed a little overwhelmed by the information and it was, frankly, a little funny.

Shifting her gaze back to the dragonettes, she shook her head slightly. They were definitely a rambunctious crowd this time around, very cute. Of course, babies generally were at the beginning but they could go either way as they grew. She'd watched a few people with their dragon's over the turns and had a little bit of envy for their relationships, though she'd never say it put loud. She still had her pride after all. As long as she didn't wash out of her candidacy, she would deal with it.
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 Posted: Jul 24 2016, 04:00 PM
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At this point Handler was starting to feel like a veteran of hatchings, even if this would be only the third she’d stood at. Putting on her armour, which would make her sweat on the sands while not protecting her from the cold outside them, and the pristine white robe that always made her feel just a bit silly and just a bit vulnerable was a familiar process now. Even though she never liked the feel of boots on her feet Handler still chose the heavier footwear over sandals for practical reasons.

Even the walk to sands seemed routine, although her skin still prickled with cold fear when she saw the giant form of Keth waiting for her. It was probably a good thing there were more than a few people ahead of her and the girl realised that Keth was touching everyone as they filed past to pay their respects, otherwise she probably would have shrieked embarrassingly when the gentle nudge came.

There was a moment of peace while the last few trickled in past Keth, then… CRACK!

Hander crammed her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing at the pair of hatchlings who landed in a heap together. The pink seemed to furiously lay into her brother, but though the black toppled over and flopped around in the sand a bit there wasn’t any trace of ichor on his hide.

In contrast to the undignified entrance of the first two hatchlings, the next egg released a cyan who moved with a kind of dignity. She seemed to share a glance with the pink, who roared and charged toward the cyan. The cyan dropped, like the black she was uninjured, but unlike the black it seemed she had fallen on purpose. It was only when the little pink ran among the candidates that Handler got it. The pink was playing, her charges were purposefully short, and her blows softened, but she wanted people to act as if they were hurt.

The black, meanwhile was wearing a shoe he’d knocked off of one of the candidates in his initial clumsiness, and seemed to like it, as Handler spotted him tugging at another candidate’s sandal. His cyan sister appeared to take offense to this, but her charge at the black only took her into one of the male candidates, and inadvertently made her the first dragon to Impress out of this clutch. Handler smiled as rainbows swirled in those little faceted eyes, but quickly switched her focus to the other dragonets. The cyan wasn’t for her, but she really hoped one of the others might be.

Keth nearly made Handler jump out of her robe when the giant wings flashed out to their full width and the queen bellowed, then, perplexingly, the golden wings furled and the queen seemed all serenity again.

The pink played a little more, but suddenly seemed to get the notion that she should be in stands. Handler would be lying if she said she wasn’t always disappointed when that happened, and it did seem to happen with unusual frequency around here. It didn’t come as a particular surprise to see she’d found herself a harper though. Handler could hardly think of anyone more appropriate for such a dramatically inclined hatchling.

A blue had also gotten up into the stands, attended by one of the whers, and he scaled up the ledges and past the dragons in search of the one he wanted. Meanwhile there were cracks visible in the remaining eggs, but no coloured hides. A little ichor indicated one egg had a sharp edge. The comical black with the seeming love of shoes (for he’d acquired more) seemed content to stay on the sands for now.
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 Posted: Jul 24 2016, 04:10 PM
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Laeth’s eyes went partially lidded with contentment when his iron friend did come down and properly join him, returning the nudge with his own, much smaller nose. Much better, he informed him, curling his tail around his paws as he peered down to watch the hatching.

“Good of you to join us,” E’ra said, though there was more humor hiding beneath his mild tone than any rebuke. E’ra poured the ironrider a cup of klah, passing it to him before contentedly settling against C’sen’s side. Warm klah, good company, and the excitement of a hatching—what more could one ask for on a winter’s morning? Granted, not all of E’ra’s own hatching experiences had been so joyful—his first continued to cast a shadow over all others, its tragedies echoing through hatchings even so many turns later, evidenced by the bulk of armor beneath each candidate’s robe. But this was Keth’s hatching. Keth would not sit idly by while candidates were hurt on her sands, he was certain.

“Incorrigible,” he pronounced his ruling quietly to C’sen’s question. His lips curled into a faint smile. “Placing wagers on a lady’s hatchlings. It’s unseemly.”

Laeth’s head swiveled back as he heard a familiar, happy bugle, and though he couldn’t physically locate the pink around the mountainous bulk of his iron companion, he nonetheless knew who it belonged to. Senigeth! Please, do come down and join us. Bring Denny too. Hatchings are meant to be shared with friends.

“Lorn,” The orange perked up at her mention, from where she had already begun dozing atop Kozameth’s head. She fluttered obligingly down to E’ra. “Another mug from the kitchens, if you would.” With a squeak of acknowledgment, she vanished from the hatching sands, returning a minute later with her claws wrapped around the handle of another cup for their friend.

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Keth’s hatching roared into action with the usual haste. The gold had taken the time to reply to Scaparra, a rare honor, and at a second, smaller prickle to his conscious, he looked up to the stands to see Bianca wiggling excitedly on Bel’s shoulder. Bel. Come to watch him again—watch him fail again, the nastier part of his mind supplied, but he pushed the thought down. It wouldn’t do him any favors to get hung up on what other people saw in him, today. Though, he wasn’t so arrogant as to think most people watching even noticed the frizzy-haired kid who’d continued to shuffle onto the sands for the past six hatchings, or thought anything of it. Anonymity had its charms, though they weren’t charms Scaparra had ever found satisfying. So why be nervous? The only one here he’d be likely to disappoint was Bel.

Hm. Soon enough, anyhow, it was the hatchlings who demanded the candidates’ attentions, as both pink and black burst forth into a tangle of baby limbs. Showtime. Scaparra’s eyes locked down onto them, as he tried to stir up the requisite openness and tranquility in his mind. Tranquil—ha, well, he’d never had much of that, but perhaps calm was a close enough cousin. Not quite enough for these hatchlings, though, more immersed in their games than the candidates just yet. The sandal-stealing black, his cyan avenger—ah, well, there she went, he caught the glitter of rainbows where she had ended up atop Vunelio, a little ways down, as he snarled at her and pushed her off. True love, right there. Ass.

The pink was a funny one, running amok terrorizing the candidates…in what had to be the most peaceful terrorizing he’d seen on the hatching sands yet. But she rejected her white-robed offerings, launching into the stands instead. Ah, well. So too the blue, who Scaparra only belatedly realized must have hatched and scurried into the stands while Keth covered for him when she’s started. His lips quirked into a smirk—indulgent mama, hm?

And just like that, he realized, the hatching was halfway over. Two eggs were still rocking, and the black, though taking his time, hadn’t bonded yet, so at least all six eggs of the gold’s tiny clutch had proved viable. There was an unsettling trickle of green oozing from the largest egg, he was pretty sure—but while a glance at Keth revealed she looked worried, as much as Scaparra could tell, no one was really mourning or panicking yet. Alright buddy, Scaparra thought. You got this.

He had this, too—for now, at least, until he would blink again and find the whole thing over. Hatchings always seemed to fly by, even if Rukbat claimed otherwise when the candidates left the sands at last. He could watch for a while longer, an armored spectator with the best seat in the house, and just a spark of hope somewhere beneath the layers of deceptive surface indifference.
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 Posted: Jul 24 2016, 05:19 PM
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Calina pulled her attention from the black, who didn't seem in any hurry to move -- Which is just fine with me, that means he can't injure anyone -- and to the Stands. Oh, that sneaky little one was a blue, and a pretty one, too. She reasoned out, based on the angle of the shoe-flight, that it was probably him who saved her foot and Ryli's, and she thought gratitude at him as hard as she could.

Not for long, though, because he was obviously quite singlemindedly intent on someone. Whoever it is, they're lucky; he seems very caring. While she was happy for them, there was a twinge of disappointment as well. Then she noticed the Impressee's expression and her disappointment vanished. How could she possibly be selfish enough to be disappointed when he looked like that?

She caught Ryli's glance and grinned. Even if her dragon (and since when did she admit to herself that she wanted a dragon and believed it was possible?) wasn't here today, there were other chances. She had time, turns before she aged out, and surely in that time... well, maybe not surely, but the chances were pretty good. After all, the dragon that Searched her was pretty insistent, and she had to believe that they knew something she didn't, since that was kind of the point of Search, right? And besides, if nothing else, she'd made a friend, one that she sensed wasn't going to be mean to her, or use her to achieve her own ends, and that was valuable in itself. Maybe coming to Dalibor was the best thing that had happened to her; they seemed to be more accepting of her quirks, at any rate. Maybe... Maybe I've found a home.
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 Posted: Jul 24 2016, 05:50 PM
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@Open; @Boo (If Riyd is present, Zas wants to say hiiii!); @Rii (Eee, happy for Vadi!)

The sky had been alive with color when Zasime first sailed into the hatching cavern on Tamath's wings of black, the two of them together having composed little more than a faint outline on the horizon. They had taken up their usual shadowed nook among the tiered ledges from which to observe the proceedings below and exchange hushed conversation as was their way. Of course, she had kept an eye out for her twin and his wheret, but if they were coming, they had evidently not arrived yet. Too bad. Even though Riyd no longer wore the white robe of a candidate, greatly diminishing their personal stake in the events, watching a hatching remained the black pair's favorite pastime. This hatching was of particular importance in that a fighter had sired the eggs with the youngest Queen and the Weyr was still aflutter so many days later. Honestly, Zasime didn't know whether she felt more excited or nervous to see the results.

Well, regardless of the outcome, the hatching was altogether a pleasant break from the repetitious running of drills and her own self-imposed training regime that was sure to leave every part of their bodies aching. The rider had even tried to rub at a nonexistent wing joint on her back just the day before only to remember that she had no wings. Tamath had received a nice massage instead much to his satisfaction. Now, the black had arranged himself vaguely into the shape of a crescent with her nestled snugly between his forelegs as his most prized possession and human-him. He looked to be as content as a cat in cream with the grin to match and she was tempted to boop! him on the nose with a teasing, 'Here kitty, kitty' to match. His soft laughter echoed in her head knowingly as his glowing eyes caught hers, the lines between dragon and rider blurring into a beautiful mess. 'Meow.'

The sound of discarded shells drew the pair's attention back to the sands below as pink and black emerged into the world, soon followed by their cyan sister. Ah, the antics of the young. 'Do you remember when you were that small? Ohhh, how I miss being able to pick you up!' A memory of their first lesson together came to mind. 'Mmm, but now I can pick you up.' Yes, yes, that was a fair point. Their happy chattering continued with each new arrival, but special attention was paid to the thieving black who reminded them of a certain someone in the not so distant past. 'Ah, a black after my own heart.' Zasime snorted and swatted at one of his legs playfully. 'I'm sure his rider will be just as thrilled as I was to get a thief.' Tamath flicked his tail airily at that. 'But look at us now.'

The young woman was ready to launch another snarky retort but forgot what she was going to say as her eyes settled onto the newly Impressed blue dragonet. To- to Vadivananthan, whom some would call a dragon-killer. Zasime did not approve of such words. In fact, her cool gaze was usually enough to shut up gossip mongers of all kind regardless of who they were talking about. Maybe they talked about her behind her back too; she could care less. But there was enough pain in the world without mouth-runners flapping their gums and adding fuel to the fire. She allowed herself a small smile for the weyrling who had once welcomed her in. Perhaps she would even offer a kind word at the feast later if she could stand another party.
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A lot of the hatchlings seemed quite vocal but Kirryl was used to vocal things. Even now she could hear faint bugles from the stands of Kisk excitedly wishing her luck at this time. She turned for a moment to look towards the stands and then back to the hatching as an egg rolled right over to her. The girl was Weyrborn, she knew the rules and knew that she could not touch the egg but she could at least have a better look at it right? Kirryl bent her legs and looked at the large egg before her, head tilted slightly to the side. If it was moving then it had to be alive, that much was certain. Or at least it was trying to break out of the egg. The candidate kept her hands firmly away from the egg so as to demonstrate that she would not be touching it or attempting to break the hatchling out of its shell.

That said, she also knew from her prior experiences that hatchlings could be dangerous and confused so she prepared herself to roll our of the way if necessary. Rather some burned skin on the sands (which were hot but tolerable overall) than to receive a swipe to the face. Overall, she felt prepared to avoid any onslaught.

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Rayna's face darkened as the blue chose a dragonless man. The one who had made a choice to neglect his dragonet. There was compassion, yes, she had compassion for those who lost their other half but this man had defied all of their instructions in the pursuit of carnal desires. How hard was it to just behave if not for your own sake but for the sake of your dragon.

It was in the hands of the Weyrlingmaster now. She calmed herself as best she could and then looked back at the sands.
"So when will your daughter be old enough to stand?" Rayna asked G'len so as to distract herself.

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"It's actually the most amazing feeling."
What?
"Not having to jump the moment the dragon calls you."
It only good thing for have Riysk?
"Yeah basically."
He jumped out of the way as Riysk brought her tail around to slap his legs again but such banter was quite normal between the two. The cyan wher was growing quite large now, but her tail was still one of the most identifiable parts of her. Riyd predicted that she would probably grow to have a tail at least double the length of her body. Plus that fin. He was almost jealous at the fact that she would be able to push through the water with such ease.

He had so many plans that he couldn't wait until wherling hood was over and they could finally

Look for the ones scurrying for hatch. Riysk commented dryly, Riysk laugh in general direction.
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Dragons, they think have big brain because have big wings. You know what they say for big wings?
What?
Big tail.
Riyd stifled a laugh as he spotted his sister up high in the stands. In a moment Zas II was up there with her, fluttering around her head chirping excitedly. Riyd made his way swiftly over to her whilst Riysk followed... Slowly. She still hadn't quite figured out how to maneouvre herself on land even though she was quite capable in the ocean.

Dragon brother. Riysk addressed Tamath, You no think because have big wings have big brain. Have big brain because clever. Wings not hold brain. Sometimes dragons be silly. Think because Riysk have tiny wings must also have tiny brain.
Riyd ducked over to his sister and placed an arm on her shoulder.
"Sweet Faranth I might have missed the whole thing. So good being able to sleep in for once."

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 Posted: Jul 24 2016, 07:07 PM
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( C'sen and Kozameth - @Kestrel @Lan)

Having E'ra drawn in close made the event perfect. For all that he might have been intruding on this section of the stands, the Greyrider's presence made it worthwhile. His grin though, it turned positively wicked at the other's 'judgement'.

"Just wait till you hear what I wanted to win", purred in a lower, suggestive tone, before taking a sip of the offered klah. Still, he didn't attack, content to just have the other snuggled up to him.

Kozameth didn't invite the pink, sure that Laeth was seeing to it, as he was the more social between them, though he did brush his mind against Senigeth's, warm and welcoming. While he waited for the arrival of addition to their group, the Iron shifted in his seat to make more room for the pink.

~Are we attending the festivities later?~ The King asked mostly indifferent, while he hummed for the young hatchlings.

Bubbly was no so calm. Where was mama Lorn going?! Oh to get something for their E'ra, how wonderful, she would help! With a trill she leaped from her spot at the base of Lorn's perch (Kozie's headknob), wheeled in the air and disappeared with her mama. Of course the subqueen was bigger, so when the pair returned, E'ra didn't end up with two mugs, instead, Bubbly landed on his shoulder somewhat awkwardly. In her claw was a spoon, and a lovely spoon it was too! So shiny, Bubbly glanced down at it, and it was hard not to want to nuzzle it and keep it to admire, but no, it was for their E'ra! Nose bopping his cheek excitedly he trilled at him and waited for him to take the spoon, once he had gotten the mug from mama Orange, then she could go back to watching the hatching.
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Karlico stood watching the eggs as they hatched. He felt the grin on his face at the egg and then to know his dad was watching him on the ledge with his dragon. The blue was standing tall and cooing as the eggs hatched. It wasn't strange for a guest of another whey to be here. Or any hatcheing. His father had come to love his dragon. From day one. And supported dalibor as well as anyone else should. Karlico

The hatching of the pink had him looking around. He backed up when the black seemed to steal sandles. The pink worried him.but when it impressed he smoled. The clutch seemed to be vilent. Until he realized that in fact they were playing. The one stealing shows. The others faking blows and pain. He started to realize. This clutch was harmless. He giggled as the hatchling seemed to be putting on a show for him and the other candidates. The little antics they were doing going from one end of the hatching grounds grounds to the next.

He was proud of himself. His father watching him. His own hatching that he was in. He wondered. Did dragons always seem to take thir time. Or was this some kind of thing they were doing for fun. He started looking closers for any signs of graying. That they in fact could not find a lifemate. This scared him.
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The black looked positively offended as he was shooed by Dan'lusian @Azhdarchid But, mate! Come on, he was staaaaaaaarving. He flopped bonelessly to the side, creeling, to demonstrate this. See? Starving. Help a baby out, yeah? Did Dan want him to DIE?

Keth--who paused briefly to nuzzle Ky @RhiaBlack in welcome, of course the sweet darling could stay with her--whistled shrilly at her child. Enough of that. You have dilly-dallied quit long enough. The black, from his floppy, boneless heap, appeared to weigh his options.

Not disobeying the big gold queen and risking between, apparently, won out. He rolled to his feet, swaggering like a drunkard in and around the candidates. There were Amarylia @Lark and Calina @Phryne sporting fancy new footwear. He dipped his head with a toothy grin, cocking his head in delight. Lovely ladies, really. Here was Kiveena @Mopsy93, a kind-looking girl, and Rayden @Taxx who both earned a good-natured lick on their hands. The black dipped his head to the girls, but kept moving, swaying, flopping, wiggling his way across the sands.

Weyrfolk. Why shouldn't they be? Your people, I mean. You want them to grow, to…flourish, aye? It brought to mind a compass, pointing true and firm north, as compasses were expected to do. But oh, there were so many other directions. Why not all the people of Pern, in just a blink of between? His voice was slippery, low, a persuasive purr as he arrived at until he arrived at Tessk @Lan, since there were no mortally wounded victims to deal with, Mum insisted he have an escort, if he was going out and about adventuring. There were times when it made sense to follow the rules--having the great, faceted eye of his massive mother watching was one of them--and times when it didn't. There would be Weyrwomen, and Weyrleader and Wingleaders to contend with, but they had their heads filled and hands tied. No, true power came from unfettered freedom, from influence, from…leverage, perhaps. Power, love, leading, destination's the same but the routes...they're uncharted seas for you, aye, but oh… He arrived, at last, and despite the foppish way of movement about him, there was something compelling, intense about his star. You can handle them, love. With me, your Jakabloth.

Besides, He offered breezily, My way's more fun. And his gaze t burst into rainbows, and with them, warmth, purest warmth and love to sweeten the negotiation he suspected would go on their whole lives. But that, really, was what it was all about,Savvy?

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In a word, Jakabloth is slippery.

Popular opinion on Jakabloth, one can only imagine, will be a slightly uncomfortable expression followed by the amused but dismayed murmur of bit of a mess, that one.

And oh, is he.

He is unmotivatable, unmovable, uncontestable when it comes to any external force. There is no discernable destination, no end goal or ultimate desire. At least, not on the outside. Jak always has a plan, a goal, a want, a need to keep moving. He just likes....to be slippery about those wants, something he will endeavor to instill in His, with her iron and unbendable will. His moral compass—if he has one—spins at random and rarely skews true north. Oh, he's friendly--very much so--and capable of being surprisingly self-sacrificing, it's just not his first thought. He is all about the last-second move. When you think you almost caught him, he just flits away. He never lets the worry spoil his mood or ability to slip and squirm free from the trouble he often lands in. He knows that life never ends up going as you intended it to--Something His is probably all too familiar with now--and being able to roll with the punches, adapt and always keep positive is probably Jakky’s greatest strength

He is a treacherous, clever, wily, trickster and entirely indulgent in himself. An eccentric negotiator out for his own enjoyment of life, he comes across as petulantly lazy and grossly self-preserving—and he is, he really, really is—and yet full of unquenchable, well swagger, often leading others to accuse him of being more talk than walk, all reputation (and not even a good one at that) and no substance. But being underestimated is where he shines, for though he plays the fool he is quite shrewd, and others must be on constant guard against his seemingly foppish ways, lest they be merely a clever ploy to get what he wants (which he almost always does anyway). He loves having a reputation and actively and enthusiastically embellishes it at all opportunities. Were he not a dragon, one might suspect he had gotten a bit too much into Benden’s wine caskets, given the swaying sort of way he flops about and drawls at things and muses at random things as though they are the most precious of all things on Pern. About the only time he acts anything less than foolish hop is when his own precious hide is at risk.

There is no malice in Jakabloth’s mysterious whims, it’s simply in his nature to be tricky and secretive. His wants tend to be simple, if sometimes odd, and he is at his most driven when they are not because he likes simple and would prefer, always, to get back to that. He dislikes messy entanglements. He dislikes being bothered in general, and displays a remarkably even-keeled temperament.

One would think, with his borderline manipulative nature and undeniable cockiness, that would be a bit abrasive, but he is unflappably charming when he wants to be, and so utterly nonthreatening that his ridiculous antics will draw in the unwilling on charm alone. He has a knack for getting people off guard, making them forget his cleverness and getting caught up in the fun, but make no mistake, his eyes are on the prize, and always will be.

When accused of being the worst protector Pern has ever heard of—which seems a probable likelihood—Jakabloth is likely to simply bare his fanged, sloppy smile and reply, But you have heard of me.

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Speckled, spotted, striped—haphazard scribbles of green-tinged color smatter Jakabloth’s sides. Like him, they seem rather lazily, randomly tossed together, with little effort towards regular patterns. Really, he looks like he just climbed out of a heap of dark, slick seaweed and didn’t bother with a shower. Jakabloth is a slinky, slim creature, often contorted into loops upon himself, with considerable flexibility in his lanky shape, and his movements resemble the oddly graceful meanderings of someone who has had rather more of Benden’s best than might be recommended. He is a slinky, floppy sort of creature, and more or less moves like a hot mess all over the place. He’s skinny for his size, but fluid and lanky.



"Keth," Temurshivi expressed in exasperation, "Are they all going into the stands?"

Oh, no no, dear they-- Whatever she was going to say was stopped, abruptly, when the egg that had stopped in front of Kirryl @Boo exploded to reveal a bright, pure burgundy. And he did not look terribly happy. That egg had been cramped! The force of his hatching sent him sprawling in front of Perenelle @Orchid. He waited, expectantly. And nothing happened. And that made him angry. His eyes whirled red, and he growled. Livid, the burgundy coiled back, ready to strike, vicious and angry, and he lunged, looking for a weakness in the armor and soft flesh, ready to sink his teeth into--None of that, now. He was yanked back by Keth, abruptly, before he could come within even an inch of the girl, and was dangling from her jaws like a misbehaving kitten,. He wriggled furiously. No! How dare she! DIDN’T SHE KNOW WHO HE WAS.

Yes of course I do, dear. Now let’s find your partner, shall we?

The thrashing, unhappy burgundy was dangled in front of Handler @Kisha-Ra Is this your candidate? She looks like an excellent one.

The burgundy sulked. No. She wasn't.

Keth moved on, dangling him in front of Scappara @Kestrel What about him? Nice boy, this one.

UGH, NO. MOM. Faranth! Couldn't she cut it out?! This was PERAMBULATING. He stopped thrashing and just wiggled now, squirming and seething.

Humiliating, dear, humiliating. What about this one? Karlico, @Shiftergirl this time. Is this one yours.

HE MEANT WHAT HE SAID, OKAY. And no, no it wasn’t. The last of the fight drained out.

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Did he just call me Ore-oh? Osk tilted his head, Isk was still trying to speak with him, and between that and all the noise, it was slightly overwhelming: He certainly couldn't be expected to also keep up with the various conversations Oreanda could hold with any dragon at any time, especially when she could hear all of them. Even he was subject to the distant murmur of their conversations now, in the founding seasons of their bond, when she hadn't quite learned yet how to separate everything she was from him. I don't know he replied simply, Isk is reply, probably more important than old Candidate dragon, yes?. Oh, she supposed. She withdrew from Fortath, because of course he didn't need to even give her a second thought, and sank herself back into Osk; allowing him to route the Wherlingmaster's words back into her head.

He did it too!

Osk seemed to be gauging her reaction, giving it deep consideration before he finally said something, his eyes focusing on the distant form of Isk and the other Wherlings so that Oreanda could see for herself. Oreanda...doesn't like this name? Because, I have think sometimes that I could challenge Isk and set him straight to our abilities. What? Osk didn't answer. You want to challenge our Wherlingmaster, because you have abilities? Osk...that would be like me challenging an...I don't know...trapjaw, she said, sending him a fuzzy echo image of the fish that could grow large enough to swallow men whole--and usually tried. They had them in the lake here once, I heard. I could go see how it works out for us.

Osk huffed, his tail swishing back and forth in annoyance. I like the nickname, she said, running her fingers down his spine to soothe his wounded pride. You don't need to challenge anyone, or anything, besides. Isk is right, we're both still growing. Maybe by the time we're big, there won't be anything we need to challenge anyway, okay? You feel bad for Ijo he asked. It was her turn to sigh. I do, I guess. I feel bad for everyone. I had to hear the dragon's die, but I've never lost anyone close to me, so anyone who has...well, I want to understand them.[i] [i][color=#cda142]Okay, Osk relented. Then, more quietly;

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Irohvyne was too distracted to pay much attention to the hatchlings in the Stands. They were hardly a threat to her, and certainly were not looking for her, and her mind had suddenly been filled with images--not of the babes or the crowd, but of her home. She felt her heart lurch in her chest high enough to hurt, and only turns of careful schooling and study kept the wash of emotions from being evident on her face. "He's showing me the children," she whispered quietly to K'oa, well beneath the din of the crowd and distant dragonet noises. The smile that blossomed on her face, possibly the first genuine happiness she'd had the privilege to express since her arrival, couldn't be contained behind the careful cloak of furs that draped her shoulders. She tilted her head just enough to tip her chin into them, but the smile did not fade, instead it grew.

She had always trusted Raja, though they had spent such a short time together; it had been a mercy that one of Benden's own had been available at her request. It was as if she had planned it, though she had never intended to leave Western. Her home. The realization of her breeding, and the end to a hard and hectic journey. Yet here she was, and there he was. Separated by less than a dragonlength, and separated by reality. Her children across the Continent and...she...Holdless. Honorless. Valueless. She smile faltered, it could not shine forever, and faded. It was replaced by the stoic grace she had maintained all those turns ago when Valeath trotted along behind her, mute and emotionless. Now, Valeath was the vessel of their exuberance, and she, the empty husk.

Valeath regarded the events unfolding near and against her, and stayed very still. She hardly seemed to breathe at all, the spinning of her jewel-like eyes slowing to a transfixed crawl. She did not speak, not at first, and did not interrupt their joining. In fact, she would make no move that was not required as time went on; if they needed help down from the ledge, she gave it with the lowering caution of her foreleg to the Stands below. If they did not, she did nothing more than watch them go. As they went, however, on to their new lives, she turned twinkling eyes on Keth; on everyone--You made this?, she sniffed softly, considering. I made this. And in truth, she was watching her own hatchlings leaving, as if they had never been parted before. Morth-yet-not-Morth though he was, the glimmered together in the hazy heat of the Hatching Caverns.

Irohvyne's eyes followed the man and his new dragonet; the affair her dragon had with him was singular, but the vibrations of Valeath's pleasure were contagious. Dragons. They complicated things, but were also trusted to choose. Had Morth chosen incorrectly, or had the boy been unprepared then? It made no difference now. Any who stepped foot within these stone walls was subject to the whims of the beasts who lived there. Far stranger things had happened.

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Fisher, distracting herself with the Stands Impression that was happening, chose to answer her brother's question with another question. "Mmm, hey, W'o," her voice dropped down to a whisper, lest she invite outside parties into their conversation. "Isn't that the one who killed his dragon," she felt her lip tremble slightly. It had been hard, to accept that dragons weren't slaves. Rlyeth had helped, Ijreth even moreso, but this? She found her gaze listing back over to B'er, because he had always been the one to offer the wisest words--L'er mostly just handed her the straps he made and grunted at her if she tried to hug him--but the other one was still there. Plying him with drinks.

Maybe he had to.

"He did it once already, that's dangerous, isn't it? I mean, they say a dragon knows, but his first dragon didn't know he'd...well love someone else. Forget about...everyone else." Fisher swallowed and tucked herself down against W'o's neck. "What if it happens again, do they warn the dragon, or just hope he doesn't make the same mistake? I guess the dragon already knows. But chose him anyway." The whole concept was both alarming, and disturbing. Lemmy had been correct, Ijreth had very little concern for whether or not the oddly-named siblings Impressed. They would, or they would not, there was no halfway with Impression. She was simply there to try and prevent what was happening now, from happening at all. She rustled her wings, sharp pointed head swiveling to stare with yellow eyes at where her Rider was perched against her brother's back.

Choice can't be controlled or influenced, Fisher. No matter what happens, the dragon chose. You have no more say in it than you do in Threadfall

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To say Perenelle was surprised by the hatchling falling in front of her was an understatement. The poor thing practically sprang from his egg and sprawled in front of her, surprising her greatly but not causing her to react in a visible manner, lessons and experience kicking in to still her and calm her breathing. His reaction wasn't unexpected though so she had been prepared to let him bite at her armor and deal with any damages after the fact. Babies couldn't truly account for what they did so soon after hatching, and this wasn't the first time she would have to go to a healer to make sure everything was okay.

Thankfully, Keth grabbed him up and moved on before anything could happen. She exhaled quietly and watched as they moved on, small smile on her face at the put out air surrounding the little burgundy dragon. Watching for a few more minutes, she eventually turned away to look at the remaining egg curiously before examining her fellow candidates. She didn't move a lot, didn't want to scare any of the newborns, but she did make it so she could see everyone around her.

Rolling her shoulders back, she gave a stifled yawn before tapping her fingers against her thigh thoughtfully. She was a little tired now, and she still had the whole day to look forward to, should've tried to sleep a little earlier but how was she supposed to know she'd have a stand to look forward to in the morning?
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Ruoban and Ruosk had had a long night of patrols, but when one of their Queens called, the priderunner hastily wiped at the corners of his eyes and straightened his shoulders determinedly while his cyan called up words of wisdom, 'Strength comes not from the body, but from will.' She was right, as always. The young man found a seat in the stands next to a woman who was quite noticeably struggling to hold back a tired yawn. He could relate. Both wher and handler were content to watch the hatching play out with little more than a word or two shared in private until they had finally summoned up their energy reserves to make real conversation. 'This is a nice hatching. A lot of good excitement, funny little dragons, and no one has gotten hurt yet. Thank Faranth.' Ruosk was inclined to agree.

However, the words of a small child soon attracted the cyan wher's attention and goggled green eyes peered around her handler in curiosity. "Mamma, did you see?!" She watched the boy bounce around excitedly before finally scurrying away. 'Ruosk think little human be very cute,' she told the woman kindly. 'Become rider of big-wing one day, or handler of great wher like Ruosk's, maybe.' Ruoban looked startled for a second, but quickly recovered and offered the stranger a wide smile after his wher's sudden commentary. "You should know that wasn't flattery, by the way, but Ruosk's honest opinion. She's as thoughtful as they come." The wher smiled at this and dipped her head gracefully in acknowledgment. "Oh, pardon me, I'm Ruoban, Alpha Priderunner and Handler of this lovely lady here. My apologies for not introducing myself earlier...but I honestly thought I was going to nod off from lack of sleep, haha."

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Sanarth found Uqetcanqeth easily enough after first dropping off Hers and swooped in next to the smaller dragon with an elegant sweep of her wings. 'Uqet, my dear! It's been too long.' It hadn't, but Wil's opinion hardly seemed to matter at the moment. 'How are you and yours? Well, yes? Good, good. It's a beautiful day for some beautiful hatchlings!' The yellow continued to titter excitedly as she craned her neck first this way and then that way all while trying to appear as calm and serene as a lady should be. 'Do you think perhaps another one of ours shall find their accompaniment today?' She used her rider's word for 'match' even as she pretended not to hear his exasperated, 'You talk too much,' instead smiling sweetly at her pink companion. Nonsense. She was simply being polite and making good conversation as any lady would.

Halfway up the stands, W'rone froze as he remembered what he looked like. Or rather, what Sanarth had forced him into looking like in preparation for the feast that was to take place later that day. The composer's face turned decidedly pale as he wondered if his fellows would burst out laughing or holler approvingly instead as they realized why he was once again on the late side. Neither situation was quite to his liking which meant he had to act fast: muss up his hair a little here - how did she get it to be so flat? - toss this ridiculous floral coat over here - he would grab it later - and finally undo the top buttons of this shardin' doublet! Whew, good to go. More or less.

He brightened as his fellows came into close enough view that he could make out the cups of klah in their hands - oh, and Aiechu had made it after all! - ready to...by the first shell, what was that?! A pink blur went racing past him before he could so much as utter a word and the harper stared after it in wonder as notes popped into his head. Wait, no, now was not the time for that! "Ish!" He might have tripped once, but the yellow rider made it to where the rest of his friends were. And he stared. And staaaared some more. "Well, aren't we all getting along swimmingly?" W'rone beamed at them in what he thought was an innocent manner but instead managed to look downright deranged. "That's a nice look for you, Xel." Obviously Sanarth's lessons were not as effective as she thought they were.
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Z'dyn looked irritable that his child was bothering a Queen. Of all the harebrained, dimglow things to...
Leave the boy alone, MineOwn. Keth seems to enjoy his company, he bothers nobody. It is not as if there seems to be a Hatchling there for him, anyway, and I'm sure if there is, it won't have trouble finding him. The unhatched ones have wound you up. Relax.

He sighed, brushing his stubble-clad cheek against Kira's temple and the side of her head, watching his son before focusing in on the next of the Impressions. First to a young man Z'dyn didn't know, the second to a man in the Stands, the third to the....dragon-killer. That one set his teeth on edge. To purposefully engage in sexual conduct with someone enough to between their dragon, only to end up with another dragon? Why was he so much better than any of the other Candidates on the Sands?

The dragons know best, MineOwn. Do not judge.
The kid's managed two Impressions, Mountain. What's stoppin' 'im from bein' cracked an' killin' this'n too.
I don't think he will be making that mistake again.


Z'dyn's lip curled. It was clear that was one Impression he would never agree with, regardless of circumstances.

Don't get a shardin' do-over'n yer life, Bai. Ain't fair t'the other Candidates been Standin', ain't far t'people ain't gotten a chance t'be a Rider. That'n better not muck up. He kills that'n, I'll be lookin' t'get 'im staked out. Y'don't kill dragons twice.
Calm yourself, Z'dynMine. Hardly the place or time to get upset, given who sits in your lap.


Ky yawned, and propped his chin back on his arms, snuggled up by Keth's paw. Whether there was a dragon or not for him, he felt like he'd already won. Snuggling time with a Gold? His mother would be proud! Maybe. Potentially. Okay, he wasn't so sure, but STILL.

"Your babies took after you, huh?" he looked up at her. "Have to hatch early, lots of stuff to do. Busy, busy, busy, have to look after their people, right?"

@Lee (Keth)

B'er managed to gingerly find himself a seat, cane steadying him as he settled down quietly onto the seat. His fingers trailed over Fa'rah's thigh, and he smiled slightly at the second kiss, before his cheeks darkened slightly further. He began to suspect his weyrmate rather liked the reaction.

"You should go give them to her," he spoke up quietly. "She might like that." A sudden realization. Could she....no. No, not Fisher. That would just be....no... "Maybe she's...upset. That my attention is on you, and not on her? I mean...she's not shallow to be like that or anything, but I've been...alone, pretty much my entire life. Just my brothers and sisters, no other halves, nobody serious. So it's probably new for her. Meeting you, talking to you might help? Seeing that you understand her...habits...might help, too."

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Karlico watched the hatching continue. The pink had been cute and pretty. He watched as the new egg hatched. A burgendy. The creature looked very mad. He seemed to cm snarl or something and karlico wasn't sure why he was so uoset. He saw the creature hatch. Then suddenly he was picked up like a hissing kitten that was doing wrong. He chuckled as he went down the line. His mother stopping before every candidate he was stopped at. The dragon seemed to reject everyone that he was stopped at. Finally he stopped in front of him. Hoping the dragon was going to pick him and suddenly the dragon was moved on. He was disapointed. He looked up at his father and smiled. His father was still smiling and even had a thumbs up. He knew his father wasn't going to be upset. Dragons take there time. Instead of dwelling on it he looked back to the eggs in the sand still hoped for the dragon that was going to be his.
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~Of course, my sister, every detail. If you care to come to the feast, I would like to introduce you to a gentleman blue who may be present~ She agreed warmly, before answering Uviqueth.

~Mine does not mind feasts, I believe he might enjoy them once he stops thinking he should be helping to serve during the party ~ There was a hint of gentle amusement in her tone. ~We have not gone to any Gathers as of yet; however, Eonxith's and mine exchange choices on adventures that we will take together. Perhaps a Southern Gather will be our destination one day~. Her head turned as she spied Eonxith's but decided to offer no warning, instead busying herself by curving her neck to preen her other shoulder.

Rein'l jumped a little, not expecting the the touch to his shoulder. Oh, it was Ty, he offered her a hint of a smile, which faltered soon after. Should he introduce her to J'tar, he was right there, but he was also listening to the hatching. He didn't want to upset the peaceful way the man just sort of...was absorbing things with his eyes closed. Concerning himself with this whole... sticky mess of feelings was not easy, shards.

"Hey" That's all she got for the moment, while the cyanrider tried to figure out how to proceed. Ty might have given Rein'l some room to remain silent, for the time being, but Eonxith didn't need to extend the same to Soroth, her sister easier with sharing than her tight lipped bonded.

~In part. I did select Uviqueth, and his was generously assisted mine and Peth's ~ Of course, dragons saw little shame in such things, they didn't hold to the same 'sensibilities' as humans. ~ I find them favorable, and they are in our wing as well. Uviqueth is the gentleman I wish to introduce you to, and his as well, one day~ She had not forgotten that time would need to be taken with Uviqueth's J'tar. She had no desire to see the man made uncomfortable.
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Vyvienne's eyes narrowed at the distinct lack of a response from Irohvyne. Barely a glance at her letter, let alone a response or attempt to control her dragon, who was still being a nuisance. "How imprudent," she murmured. Did she really believe that such an action would be without consequence? It may be a small snub, but it was still behavior that she did not appreciate. How easily she seemed to forget that poor behavior on her part reflected poorly on Western Hold. She may be a former lady, but it was still her offspring who would be in charge one day. Perhaps she should inform her parents of the carelessness seen in the bloodline so far. Everything had been going well and with Bay's progressive behavior, there was no reason to believe that she would not be named heir upon returning home. The yellowrider's bloodline may rule again one day, but she, too, would run her own hold eventually.

Petty? Not quite. She knew better than to try and cut off a mutually beneficial partnership over such a small slight. However, she was of the mind to give a little slap on the wrist. A reminder to the former lady that she and her ilk were not so above her. Yes, a subtle warning would do. After all, she may be a rider, but she no longer held power in any way that mattered. She did.

Her musing was interrupted by the dragonets forcing her to pay attention to them by barging into the stands. How unpleasant. The Lady curled her lip a little at the sight of an overly excitable pink and what seemed like flashes of blue. Once upon a time, she may have liked dragons. There may have even been brief moments where she, like so many other children, dreamed of riding on dragonback. It had seemed so enchanting to respected and have a partner who would love her forever. Running a Hold was such hard work. She could do it, of course, and she had always been ambitious. But in those moments when she had been daunted and knew her brother would inherit, she may have let herself dream. Then she grew up and let go of those already rare moments where she dreamed. She worked hard and fostered a reputation as someone worthy of carrying her parent's blood. When her brother died, she had finally been presented with the opportunity to claim her rightful place as heir, but there was also grief. The death of Ravek and so many others filled her with a sadness unlike anything she'd felt before.

Once upon a time, she might have had moments where she dreamed of impressing. That was when she was a little kid. Once upon a time, she may have looked up to the dragons and their riders. That was before the great threadfall, where they failed to do their duty and her people suffered as a result. Now she only acted respectful for the sake of politics. Just beneath the surface, there was contempt, disgust, rage, and the lingering grief of loss. She wasn't happy to see the dragonets crawl into the stands and snag people who hadn't volunteered into their grasp.

The impression of the blue was mostly ignored by Vyvienne. It was likely to draw more attention than the pink who had just bonded, but she was unfamiliar with Vadi and thus did not know what the fuss was. The new pinkrider was another matter entirely. A disappointed frown tugged on her face. "Ishmael," she murmured. She had only met him once before, but he seemed like a decent man. Someone with marks, prospects, and an entire life ahead of him. Now that was all over because a dragon had chosen him. There would be no more wandering or adventures. On the back of that pink, he would never be able to become someone of note beyond the things he had already done. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if Dalibor was as cowardly as Bay Weyr.

Her gaze remained on the unfortunate pinkrider for a long time before moving to the sands. Two eggs left to hatch and a wobbly little black. Her brows creased at the sight of the dragon. Was it alright? She didn't care about its well-being as an individual, but it was a bad sign if Dalibor's lines were displaying sickness. This was not the first hatching she had attended. Her first at Dalibor, but not her first overall. The other hatchlings she had seen were not that unsteady. Six eggs were already bad, but a sick hatchling? It would be a terrible thing if this queen turned out to be inept as a mother. She did not like the dragonriders, but they were necessary to protect the Holds. If this Weyr's numbers began to thin, the holders would be threatened. They would suffer unless dragons from other Weyrs were transferred in. Would that be doable in these times? She was quite certain that her cowardly Weyr wouldn't do such a thing.

Vyvienne shook her head and sighed. It was tragic, but not her problem. Her duty was to Bay Hold and Bay Hold alone. Samara she was helping out of sympathy. This was a Weyr issue, and she neither had sympathy for the Weyrs or the ability to control them. Not yet. If she could force Bay to send Dalibor a better queen, maybe she would. Maybe in the future, when she was Lady Holder, something could be worked out. For now... perhaps other holders would begin to see things as she had and force the Weyr's hand if the past was repeated. It was a tragedy indeed, but not her tragedy. These weren't her people.

Why shouldn't they be? Your people, I mean. You want them to grow, to…flourish, aye? A voice slipped into her mind, unfamiliar yet not, speaking of things that it should absolutely not know, treacherous in its very existence. Vyvienne flinched and wildly looked around for the source of the voice. The surprise caused her to drop her controlled exterior for a moment. "Who said that!?" she demanded.

Her guard began to say something, inquiring about her well-being. She barely heard him past the voice reaching out to her once more. Why not all the people of Pern, in just a blink of between? Her search for the speaker continued. Finally, her gaze fell to the sands. The black dragonet was there, heading up to the stands. The same white wher that had moved with the others was there, seemingly escorting him to his chosen. The situation seemed so obvious, yet she didn't believe that the obvious thing was happening. It wasn't denial, she didn't didn't believe it. Her first thought was that the dragonet was prying into her mind somehow. Was he intruding on the thoughts of others as well?

"Are you hearing this?" she demanded of the guard. Whatever he said in reply was cut off by the voice again.

Power, love, leading, destination's the same but the routes...they're uncharted seas for you, aye, but oh… She didn't think it was possible that the dragonet could be heading for her. She was going to be a Lady Holder, not a rider. That train of thought finally began to waver when the dragonet stopped in front of her. Then there were rainbows. You can handle them, love. With me, your Jakabloth. Besides, my way's more fun. Savvy?

It wasn't fitting for a leader to cry in public. Therefore, she didn't cry. Her eyes watered, but she didn't cry. Not when that overwhelming wave of love and devotion hit her, not when she was hit by the seemingly unbelievable realization that she would never be alone again, not when the unbreakable picture of her future she had held for so long warped and wavered. The dream every child once held that she may have pondered once or twice once upon a time came true in place of the one she had worked so hard for and she didn't shed a tear. She didn't cry, but for a moment, she was perfectly, unshakably, happy. Then reality came crashing back in. "I... no." The Lady, because she was a Lady, not an offering to the dragons, shook her head. The words broke her heart, but they had to be said. "You can't have me."

To reject a dragon was an unthinkable thing to those who willingly offered themselves up in hopes of impressing. To impress a dragon was to doom them to death. With those words, Jakabloth faced between. Or at least he would have if she had meant it. Vyvienne said the words and went through the motions, but her heart was not in it. In hear heart, she had never felt anything like this love. She had never let herself step back from the Hold and live for something other than duty and ambition. When faced with something like the true and unwavering love of a dragonet, she couldn't push it away, no matter how hard she tried. That's an interesting word you're saying there. Ah, you see, you said 'can't', but quite clearly I can. I mean, I could 'can't' if you meant it, but you don't. I can feel where your compass points and I think it might not be in the direction you thought. You see, you need me, the freedom, the love.

Vyvienne didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. His words were convoluted and graceless, but he was right. To tear him away from her heart was... she couldn't. She was an unwavering negotiator, but this deal was one that she couldn't find a way to win. If he didn't have her he would die and she... she couldn't... she couldn't experience heartbreak once more. A hint of smugness entered Jakabloth's voice as he sensed that while many arguments may be ahead, he had definitely won this one. Don't worry, it'll be better this way. I haven't yet but... aye, it'll be better than those order and chains could ever be. Now, I've been waiting for quite a while and have a craving for something to eat. How about we go down and grab a bite? Savvy?

The Lady didn't say anything. She didn't move. She was loved, she her entire world, her entire future, was crashing down around her. There was a terrible choice to make, but her heart had already made it before her mind could catch up. She couldn't... she couldn't. I'll just wait until you unfreeze, then. Think up a few names. How's Sir Jakabloth? Lord Jakabloth? Captain Jakabloth? I like that. Captain Jakabloth of Vyvienne. His rider was having trouble seeing anything right now, but that was fine. He knew he had her heart and could wait for the rest to catch up. She was having trouble seeing anything, but he could see everything. They'd be the most infamous pair anyone had ever heard of.
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That black was a going to be a handful. A blundering, fabulous, hilarious, and unpredictable handful that Amarylia hoped would find a match with soon. She didn't want the hatchling to go between, but she didn't exactly think it would either. The creature was quite independent really. It had figured out with its clever mind how to keep off of the hot sands, it had worked every detail of how to move around the candidates, it had even gotten to the food before being turned away. The second time she was faced with the black, Ryli quirked an eyebrow in its direction before snorting out a laugh that she forced down as quickly as possible.

Well, at least it seemed delighted with how events had turned out. She kept watching it all the way to its ascension and final decision among the stands, and once more Amarylia wondered why so many dragonets had chosen from those watching. Was there something special about those in the stands this time around? Worry creased her brow before Ryli felt bad over it. Who was she to judge whether she, or anyone else, was more or less worthy just because they had or had not been searched? Stands impressions were still impressions, and they meant the lives of dragons being saved! Still, with everyone that had impressed that had not been among the white-robed candidates, Amarylia was beginning to wonder.

It had been the second mistake she made she would come to realize. The first had been not watching closely enough and underestimating the black the first time it had come around. The second mistake had been letting her mind wander to the point where she had entirely forgotten to keep watch of her surroundings. As a burgundy that had seemed to come from nowhere lunged towards a female candiate, Ryli gasped as if in warning before quieting in relief. Keth soon had the situation under control. Thank, Faranth. That was good. What happened next however, had Amarylia biting her lip as she tried not to laugh at the poor burgundy that was brought from one candidate to the next as if his mother was determined to make certain he impressed without consequence. Honestly, she almost felt bad for the poor thing. Almost.





"A rogue isn't a bad thing necessarily." The trader leaned back on arms that supported her body as she watched the happenings on the sand with a intrigued mind. There was something intrinsically wonderful about a hatching, for the story it promised to tell, and for the possibilities it created for the future. Aesidhe's fingers tapped a small company of a few, random beats as she watched and listened both. A subtle tip of her head had the rounded points of her ears set towards the greyrider and a still interested expression coming from the corner of her gaze. It was all she did to make sure the woman still knew she was paying attention to her as much as the hatching on the sands below.

Impressions were made, many to people in the sands curiously enough, and Aesidhe found herself casting cautious looks towards the areas closest to them in particular. The girl wasn't certain she wanted to be considered as an impressionable candidate, though she knew she was in the right age group. In fact, the very idea made her stomach twist uncomfortably and her heart race. No, she didn't like that feeling much at all right now. It was perhaps because of her attention being on the stands now more than the sands themselves that Aesidhe noticed the shadowed figure of a firelizard in the first place. The creature was given a look of contained delight as the trader waved briefly to it. "Is he yours?" The question wasn't odd. She told herself that as if it were simple and something she should have known already.

"Thanks, I think Krys would help. So, Krys and Emith...and the blue?" The hand that had provided the small gesture of greeting to the firelizard extended a finger to point at each name's owner in turn. They were movements that were a small flourish that were gone in a moment's notice as her hand returned to its previous home in her lap. Her fingertips played with the edges of her tunic and the thicker fabric of the leggings she wore under it, fur lined boots shifting as her feet shuffled and the worn leather they traced up her calves scraped lightly against one another. "And, is that normal?" Her lips curved upwards in a cheshire's grin as Keth promptly took up a burgundy hatchling that had been misbehaving into her jaws as carefully as a mother feline might. From one candidate to the next the gold went, the burgundy obviously displeased and yet unable to get away from the scolding his mother gave him.

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There had not been a single expectation that someone would actually come up to her about anything, let alone her son. Gersemi cast a klah colored look towards the wher and her handler as the cyan's voice slipped into her own mind. Where some who were unaccustomed to the sensation of a voice inside their head would visibly show their distaste, Gersemi simply took it in stride and forced herself not to show any dislike for it. There was no problem with it after all. That was how whers and dragons talked. It would be rude to rob them of their main means of communication just because it was uncomfortable.

It wasn't, after all, like the cyan had been rifling through old memories. Instead she was commenting on her son with such beautiful compliments that Gersemi couldn't help but smile in response. The small grin was somewhat private though as if they had been having a personal conversation this entire time and the wher hadn't just stopped by on a whim. "Thank you, Ruosk. You're so very kind." She turned a watchful eye towards where her boy had run off to spend time with his cousin before she returned to look at the handler that joined his wher. Where the cyan had been one to speak without any hindrance or remorse for her sudden intrusion however, her handler seemed more reserved. Or, at least regretful that his wher or he may have bothered Gersemi in some way.

"It's alright, I don't mind. It's late for all of us." She waved off his worry with a small gesture accompanied with a grin. All the same, Gersemi had also let it casually slip into conversation that they kept the same schedule. "I'm Gersemi, that was my son Zherden." The nine turn old boy seemed to look up briefly at his name before returning to what he had been doing previously, a brundle chirping at his shoulder where it had tucked into. Now, what is Cocoa doing there? I told Zherden to not bring him right now. The mother frowned with a brief roll of her eyes before she shook her head and looked towards the handler again. For the moment, it was easiest to just dismiss what was doing no harm anyway. "I actually am new to the wher program so, it's nice to meet someone who has been in it."

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Maevan had greeted the news of the impending Hatching with her usual enthusiasm, rushing about at top speed getting her armor and robes on, grabbing her brother and getting them to the Sands on time. She gave the Queen a happy bubbly greeting, even going ao far as trying to hug the big gold nose when it was within her reach.

She would have gone over to see Laanasuth too, to try and give her nose (or toe, whichever was in reach) hug as well, except that wasn't allowed, and she didn't want to get into trouble for that, so she settled for giving a bow to the Copper and a quick "You and Lady Jali look pretty today, Laanasuth," before going to the girl's side of the Candidates, where she happily watched the playful antics of the babies.

Davintein was more subdued in his greetings to the two Queens, though no less happy than his twin. Settling into the boy's area, he set himself to watching the hatchlings and thinking. Only six eggs, when there should have been at least twelve, at wrong with him somehow. Was it a plot to keep any more fighters from becoming Weyrleaders, by showing that they could only father very small clutches even by a Queen? Davintein didn't know, but he wanted to find out.

But after the Hatching, of course.

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It seemed like Keth had grown tired about how long it was taking the second Hatched of her clutch of six and his antics with the Black finally taking a serious look at the Candidates that were supposed to Impress him. Unfortunately he was tempted towards the stands instead of the Candidates that were prepared to Impress him and handle the basic duties of being a Weyrling without as big of a learning curve which the three of the six Dragonets didn’t appear to care about.

The last egg bore an irritable Burgundy much to the dismay of Kiveena, after all there wasn’t a single Dragonet bigger than a Blue in the Queen clutch, something that you would more expect from a sub-Queen clutch and one couldn’t quite blame it on the Burgundy father since a Blue sired a King in a different clutch. Of course she tried to keep that disappointment from the one Dragonet on the sands considering the fact that it would most likely not help an already ill-tempered Burgundy’s mood though thankfully Keth managed to keep him in line for now. As the Burgundy and his Gold mother headed down the line of male Candidates Kiveena didn’t like her chances of Impressing at this Hatching either though she tried to keep that away from the Burgundy as well.


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The Iron's ruffled feathers had mostly settled in the company of his friend, his bonded, but that all changed. Z'dyn wasn't the only one who had objections to the newest impression. Eyes blood red, Kozameth gave a warning prod to the fair that had settled upon him, causing those of C'sen's lot that had settled upon him to meep and evacuate their perches to settle instead on Laeth, confusion abuzz amidst them. Their biggest fairmate was not give to shifts in mood, certainly not sudden ones. What had upset their Iron dragon?

Once Kozameth was cleared of his little passengers, he got up and left the stands. Not once, had he failed to attend a dragon hatchling, the duty off a King, as he saw it, and he did adore hatchlings, but he had had quite enough.

~I will abide this no longer. The faithless queen and her dishonorable child do not wish to behave as dragons, then they should not be treated as dragons ~ He offered to Laeth, only because he did not wish to simply abandon the grey without word, and Kozameth had no gift of falsehood. He wouldn't wait around any longer to see how else Keth would disgrace their kind. Yes, dragons did know, the kings and subkings had known which riders would best suit the Weyr, every queen on Pern had known Kings and Subkings should be chosen because of this and because of the need for their children to be many. The blue that had between had seen the defect in that boy's heart. It was foolish of Keth and her defective child to think their knowing was better than that of countless dragons before them. Humans ways were meant to be changed because sometimes they allowed things to become wrong, time made them forget how they should be, but that was not so with dragonkind. The way of dragonkind was pure, Keth should be ashamed to sit so pleased upon a true Queen's throne, while she had spoke in ill that Kings and Subkings had something the fighters did not. All these things, went through the King's mind, like his, he had no great difficulty thinking and feeling, but it would go unsaid, because for good or for ill, Kozameth was a dragon of few words.

The Iron hissed at Keth as he left, he would not speak to her, but he was sure his message was clear. To the duty bound King, who always showed the utmost respect to the his Queens, and treated kindly the fighters whom he adored and sought to protect, she was no Gold, she might not even be a dragon. As to the rest of the Weyr, he would not hold it against them that they fell for the shine of her hide, or if they rejected him because of it. He flew, not to his ledge, but up to the heights, where he settled to watch over the bowl with red eyes.

C'sen had stiffened at the rise in emotion in his dragon, but the beginning of it hadn't really prepared, as Kozameth had not allowed those emotions to reach their peak until after the firelizards had cleared his space. At first, C'sen has thought it to be a mild irritation, which was bewildering enough, as he hadn't expected it, but then once they'd moved, the explosion of turmoil and white hot fury in his head, had him reeling. Kozameth had never been given to outright anger in the past, indignation, irritation, sometimes impatience and frustration, but not anger, and certainly not like this. The Ironrider arm tightened around his Weyrmate for grounding, as he fought the disorientation of such raw emotion, as well as the Iron's attempts to gently shut him out. Whatever Kozameth was struggling with, C'sen wanted to help him, but the King was being stubborn, wanting to put the lid back on the emotions he had not meant to expose his too in such force.

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He was suspicious of this changing of subjects, but the bluerider obliged his twin, attention shifting to the newly impressed weyrling. Was he the one? It seemed so, which perplexed the rider. Wasn't a bond only ever supposed to be one person to one dragon? Being asked about it didn't make him any more sure about if this was normal or if something fundamentally wrong had taken place. The whole thing made the bluerider uneasy. He didn't care for questioning authority, and wouldn't these notions be questioning authority of some kind? That must be the case surely, at least that was how it felt. W'o wasn't the only one who was thinking on Fisher's question.

Lemasyth made an uncertain sound, eyes yellowing. If this blue was right for that boy, who already had a dragon... did that mean the first dragon wasn't right. Maybe Lemasyth wasn't really the right dragon for his W'o. His W'o was so brave and wonderful, he wasn't afraid, not even when the scary Tan man tried to keep their Tanner. He also liked to work hard, and Lemmy wasn't very good at working hard sometimes. Maybe he was a wrong dragon, like that boy's first one. Could a hatchling take away a human even if the dragon was still here? What if there was a stronger hatchling or a sneaky one tried to steal away his W'o? Could Lemmy stop these dragons? Should he try? If he was a wrong dragon, maybe it was wrong to keep his W'o from a better dragon if he came along.

Lemmy would have kept this all to himself, and he did try, his wings trembling a little, and his his claws fidgeting. The blue was good at keeping things to himself, unfortunately (or fortunately ), his W'o was sharp, and not so easily hidden from.

~You are the only right dragon for me ~

~But... the hatchling ~


~It was a mistake~

~But dragons know~ offered the blue softly, miserably as his whirling eyes focused on his own fidgety claws.

~Lemasyth, most of your kind will not choose one who was bonded before. Numerically it is more likely for one hatchling to be wrong than the countless dragons on Pern ~

His W'o hadn't been able to offer any reasons he was the right dragon, and if it had been another human, the little blue might have further doubted himself. It wasn't another human though, he had impressed his W'o, his Woodworker, who was always truthful except if he did spying, but that was different. When W'o was W'o always he was honest and that meant, if W'o said he was the right dragon, it must be true. Reaching he burried his nose in W'o's stomach, mindful if Fisher's legs were there so they weren't hurt, and received gentle scratches, and as his W'o rested his head against the snout, and offered the blue physical reassurance. The conversation with his blue helped him decide how he would respond to his twin.

"If the hatchling made a foolish choice, there is nothing we can do. I am certain that the Weyrlingmaster will pay him close mind. Our only option is hope that this does not cost the Weyr another dragon. " He kept his tone soft, harper training kicking in. It wouldn't do to so liberally discuss the matter, not at a volume that might spread easily and cause dissent or concern. As an Iron left, clearly angered, though he wouldn't assume that he knew precisely why, the Harper apprentice got the definite impression that there was already plenty of potential for dissent to boil over in the Weyr without his help.

Perhaps he would consult the Weyr's Harper for guidance, and to offer what assistance an apprentice could.

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Fortath didn't seem to be put off by Ky's attitude, even though Musk's unsaid news took his humor down a few pegs... he did brush the boy's mind sympathetically. Al'dr didn't have it in him to be exasperated when Ky approached Keth and practically sat at her paws. His expression did, however, fall into one that wasn't very amused... because who did that? Ky did, apparently. Whatever. His ranking in these Sands was practically kicked down due to the weyrwomen present and Keth herself... so he was her problem. Not that she seemed bothered by it. Perhaps he would have been more reason to be upset if she had been.

Although not every Clutchmother would be thrilled to have a candidate babbling at their feet.

What he was a little, surprisingly, irked about was all the Stands impressions. Only one official Candidate impressed so far it seemed... the rest? Well apparently untrained Lady's, now Former Dragonless made better weyrlings than his band of misfits. That particular Candidate, didn't even want to impress. Or he didn't think he wanted to. Now... he had no choice.

They do what they want, apparently. I didn't. I... think I found you right away.
Not before strutting in front of all the candidates.
Have you seen me? Ore-Osk's called me beautiful. Beauty needs to be shown off!


The Candidatemaster pinched the bridge of his nose. Normally he would have laughed, but right now he couldn't find it in him, despite his efforts to push it from his mind. He was left. It was as simple as that. What difference did it make?

A world of difference Al'drLove. Offered his dragon, deciding to stop trying to make light, as Keth presented her burgundy to the Candidates. Though it didn't seem as if he looked interested in any of them. But she at least kept him from biting his Candidates.

With everything going on, and two dragonets left to impress (one of those still to hatch), of course he was distracted. So Mutt was able to move undetected by the Candidatemaster. He didn't notice until it was too late. Al'dr stiffened, sucking in a breath in surprise... but the arms around his hips were familiar, even though the comfort was unexpected. Al'dr was generally the one that doled out the comfort, so in a way it was weird to have it done first to him. It spiked his emotions in a way he didn't like, because he didn't want to show it. Not in front of all these people. His brows furrowed some and he bowed his head, but while his expression steeled... his body relaxed against the bluehandler's before he released the breath he didn't know he was holding.

Al'dr snorted and shook his head, still in slight disbelief at Ky's antics. "Did the Wingleader hop into a Queen's paw? Maybe next time i'll let him sit with Fortath to avoid that." That or the next queen bites his head off for standing out of line. The clutchmother, or the hatchlings... some dragonets were very particular about the rules... for whichever reason.



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Tanner held a hand up to her mouth to hide a giggle when Qaelis stripped from an overthick winter coat down to his shorts. Well, it was warm in here. Her own wool sweater felt a little itchy in the heat, but she didn’t follow the younger weyrbrat’s example.

“It’s true,” she said, after his answer to her question, with a sunny smile. “Lots of kids at Western would. Probably some adults too. I always wanted to see one.” She was lucky to be here, as someone who had neither any birth claim to be, nor a family of sufficient status to be brought in from a hold to watch the hatching. She blinked at Serlie, surprised by something in her answer, simple as it had sounded on the surface. “Oh. Were you…were you born in a weyr?” Tanner had always assumed the other kids in the crèche had been born to parents who were already riders. “I got to see W’o and Fisher impress. And Runner, he—he got a wher, in the last wher hatching,” she said, with pride for their sake, despite her own more humble countenance. “I like to see them too. I’ll never get bored of it.”

Her eyes widened at Qaelis’s suggestion, as though even the idea of it was a bit scary to her. She looked down, however, tugging at one itchy sleeve at the reminder, intentional or not, of how she was different from them. Not a real weyrbrat. She knew, she never really forgot, though it was easy for it to slip from the forefront of her mind when she was running around with the other kids and playing with her siblings’ dragons. Despite her family’s staggering track record with impressions, it wasn’t in her blood. That was true, though—if she had been born in the weyr, with a dragonrider mom or dad, she could have been down there standing right now. She hadn’t thought much about that before. She’d been preoccupied, recently. Of course, ten was when a lot of kids were starting candidacy or crafts. Like that other kid, the one down with the healers right now. She’d always awaited her tenth birthday eagerly, certain she’d become a smith, a harper, a miner, a farmer, a beastcrafter. But at last it had come, and went, without any decision from her. Passing quietly as life went on as normal. She felt guilty and self-conscious to think about it.

“Oh no, no, I couldn’t do that—they’d find out, and then maybe they wouldn’t let me stand if I wanted to later. Maybe they wouldn’t even let me watch hatchings anymore.” That was a scary thought. A meeker smile tugged back at her lips, though, at what Serlie said. “Lemmy is nice. You should come meet him sometime—he likes hugs.” She nodded. “That would be really fun, though, to stand together.” If it had been possible. She kicked her legs again, looking down at the baby dragons. “I’m sure you guys’ll get dragons right away. I’ll be cheering you on from up here—just like I do for my siblings. That’s them, riiiiight…there. And there. Handler and Vintner.” She pointed out the two white-clad forms among the many on the sands. She frowned, chewing at the inside of her lip. “Looks like most of these dragons want people who aren’t even candidates, though.” Three of them, now. “Ooh, maybe—” Her green eyes lit up eagerly as Keth plucked up her scrappiest baby yet, her great snout holding him aloft in front of Handler.

And then onward. “Oh…nevermind,” she sighed.
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"Sweetheart," Mutt whispered as he curled himself around the Candidatemaster, though at the same time still maintained the poise of a man used to paying attention to his companions without being too terribly prone to obscene displays of public affections. "Ya need te relax, love. Keth's got everythin' in order, from the looks o' things. They're all on the Sands, still. Me grand-nephew's...headstrong, like both 'is Pa an' 'is Ma. The bouy's like to get reprimanded an' such, if she minds 'im bein' there. Z'dyn'll have words for 'im after, I'm sure. Don't ye worry none."

Mutt's dark eyes closed, and he turned his face in against Al'dr's temple to plant a kiss there. His arms were firm, supportive, and he was a wall behind the Candidatemaster, regardless of the fact he wasn't anywhere near the same build as his nephew.

"Lookit, love. Already goin' back to the line, Keth's movin' with her hatchlin'. Forget sometimes, the bouy's only eleven turns. Dalibor's got a reputation, ye know. Mebbe he got scared? Besides, Keth was talkin' to 'em, she's not the usual Gold. Me first thought's that he wouldn't've done it with Couineth. Laanasuth's a pretty big softie, too, so I hear. Well, was. Before, ya know."

Mutt did something he normally did with Z'dyn, when his favorite nephew seemed to be in a particularly poor mood - which, as of late, was often. Bringing both rather large hands upwards, he did something initially that he DIDN'T do with Zeke; followed the direct contours of Al'dr's torso. When he reached the Candidatemaster's chest, he reached up - arms still under his lover's own by virtue of the position he'd held and how he continued to do so - and put both palms against either side of the smaller man's head. Ran his fingertips up through what lingered of his lover's hair, and then leaned in his lips against where his thumb and index finger cupped Al'dr's ears. One was brushed, and he whispered.

"Don't ya be upset now, love, elsewise I'll hafta go an' find somethin' to make ye smile. An' 'twix't us, it might not be pleasant for public, now, willit?"

His lips smiled against Al'dr's ear. He slid his hands off either side of his companion's head, and draped his arms back down against his waist. He kept his lips beside the Bluerider's ear.

"Saw ye purplerider leave today," he murmured. "Means you're all mine now, don't it?"

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With B'er seated, he offered the other his salad, reveling in his success at evoking another blush in the blackrider. Though he wasn't about to reveal anything about his little scheme, aside from the impish grin he bore, which might very well betray him. Well it was of no great consequence, he doubted B'er would be terribly put out by his 'shameful' behavior. Thoroughly distracted by rearranging the goodies in their basket, now that the salads, and mugs could be amused, he hadn't noticed anything further from the sister in question, but his ears were still working just fine. B'er's suggestion catching him a little off guard.

"Suppose it's possible." Setting utensils on a napkin, he set them on the blackrider's thigh, before giving B'er a spare napkin to be able to wipe them down with, saying nothing about it, as he'd accepted it to be completely normal. "You mean a lot to them, more like a father than a brother as I recall you saying. Being possessive of a parent's probably more common than a sibling. " Still, he wasn't concerned, whatever would happen with Fisher would happen, best he could do was make an effort. Speaking of the effort, he grinned absently at B'er's suggestion. In truth, if he was the source of contention, it might get B'er out of hot water more quickly, if he could settle the girl's nerves just a bit. So, he stole himself another kiss, in 'payment', before seizing the cloth'bag' of sweets heading over to Fisher. While he was at it though, he sent a message to Wherth. The wher tipped his head to the side at his' request, and decided he had not problem with it. So he reached out to Tanner.

~LittleRlyeths' cluthmate. Fa'rah made tastytreats. Come take, share! Littleclutchmate faster than lazybakerhandler~ The last word was said with an obvious hint of humor as he attempted to summon the girl to do his Fa'rah's bidding. ~Leave littlenumber for Rlyeth's? ~ He suggested as an after though, not catching his' thought that she would probably do so without prompting, and really Wherth didn't thin it was so important. If all the tasty treats were taken, Fa'rah would be happy to make more.

Meanwhile, Fa'rah zeroed in on Fisher and W'o, approaching casually. "Fisher is it? ", he began without hesitation and friendly as one could please, but that was his typical manner. " Mind if I ask you for a favor?" He lifted the cloth made 'bag. "I was making some klahklet covered carmels, and it made me think of how B'er was telling me you don't like to eat anything that comes from animals, so I tried making them with a nice nut 'milk' substitute. Thought maybe you'd give them a try for me." Hey, he was an older brother, and if B'er's suspicious were right, and he was the current problem, it was best not to give her the chance to offer a scathing 'no', before she found out the nature of this 'favor' was far from an unpleasant task that some intruder upon her inner circle had the nerve to ask of her.

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(Tiny W'o Blurb - @+Ruin)

Who was this guy again? Oh, yes, W'o remembered, he was the man that was after B'er. The pair exchanged a silent gesture in greeting, W'o, his usual serious self, but not put off by the more open, warm nature of B'er's interest. Maybe it was because he was a man himself, but the attachment between this man and their older brother didn't bother him, so long as this man didn't hurt their brother. Even if he did though, something told him it would upset B'er far more if any of them gave in to impulses to seek retribution. Hopefully the conflict between potential impulse and reason did not come to fruition.

So, the matter was up to Fisher, and if she indicated a want to get down to deal with the man, he would oblige by assisting, bending at the kneed and leaning back a bit to bring the distant ground closer for his mini-twin.
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Scaparra eyed the black, the only one left to eye, with pink and blue lost to the stands. He didn’t seem much keener on the candidates than his siblings, having apparently tried to bypass the whole impression process and head straight for the food. But with his dinner plans thwarted, he seemed willing to give the candidates a second look, weaving amongst the girls.

Aaand…nope, there he was, soon enough, climbing upward with a white escort, honing in on a well-dressed lady Scaparra hadn’t seen before. Ha. Seemed Keth’s children took after their mother who’d chosen a Wastewanderer, and only had a taste for the rarer cuts of humanity, ones white robes didn’t often have on the menu. A hatching where the dragons would have been just as happy not to have the stringy obstacles of candidates in their way at all. Might as well all strike some sexy poses, ‘cause it looks like we’re just here to be eye candy today.

He supposed he should be disappointed, or frustrated, maybe, but Scaparra just couldn’t muster it.

The smaller of the remaining eggs was quick to capitalize on the opportunity to gain their attention anyway, as it exploded into burgundy hide and lashing baby claws. Uh-oh. Looks like they had a spitfire in their midst. He tilted his head, watching with interest but growing worry as the baby started toward the girls, anger in his eyes—only to be intercepted by momma. Ohh, now that, that was embarrassing.

He felt a little bad for the squirming hatchling as Keth held him up to one of the girls, but it was mixed with a prickle of amusement. He didn’t blame the baby—it was, after all, a baby—but it was good to see Keth providing an early lesson about attacking opponents who couldn’t fight back.

Laid-back observations lurched out into high-alert mode as Keth’s great golden face swung the burgundy toward him, instead. He subconsciously stood up straighter, and looked into the hatchling’s eyes, as all the sounds of the hatching cavern faded to white, and…

No. Scaparra let out his breath as Keth swung the hatchling off toward another boy. Not for him, once again. Was he disappointed? Well. He supposed he always was. But he tried to shake it off, save it for later, if it would hit later. Just not now. Let it drain out, back to attempted emptiness, as he could never really reach the real thing. He eyed the burgundy with absent interest, to see who the little guy actually wanted, if it would be an actual candidate this time. But his eyes kept straying back to that last egg, the ichor-egg, the last one. The last chance. And then, for good or ill, it would be over. Until the next one. Rinse, repeat.
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