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 A Wild Patina, SP:17 {Wild Clutch Hatching}
Ruin
 Posted: Apr 20 2017, 11:08 PM
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Midnight had come and gone in the Weyr. It was that quiet sort of time punctuated only by the quiet click of wherclaws on stone and the hiss of their hides slipping through the fronds of the forest beyond the Weyr as they stood guard. The Watchdragon was on heights, their eyes glittering in the darkness, and perhaps there were one or two of the great beasts still meandering here and there, but for the majority now was the time of the wher, and deep within the Hatching Caverns the eggs could sense this. They had been silent since they had come, as if they could tell that they had been removed from their natural wild element and brought somewhere different. Perhaps the heat was too regulated, or the sounds too organized. Did they know the mother that guarded them had been like them once? Or did they simply abide the changes, waiting for a moment of perfection. That moment had come.

There was a clicking deep within the small grouping of eggs set apart from the queen, and then silence. If Nevisk went to investigate, she would find that the smallest egg had been moved. If she further moved that egg she would find it was empty, the hatchling had burrowed its way out and summarily disappeared...somewhere. Not much time was given for deducing what had really occurred, because at that moment the large gleaming egg gave a mighty shiver and cracked into pieces. A fleshy oozing eggwet mass slipped out from the mess of shards and stood gleaming in the faint light of glows that had not yet been shaken to life. She was ready for the Candidates. It didn't even matter to her if Nevisk had already called, she wanted them to hear her.

I ready, need partner. You come, see me now, see my good egg sibs, hurry. Hurry to me her words were a whisper, and though there had been a faint tinge of crimson to her eyes at the surprise of her own hatching, they were now a brilliant sapphire slow and steady as she stood guard over the remaining unhatched eggs of her clutch. She turned and bobbed at Nevisk, thank you for watch, fine queen it was a purr, and it was echoed by the slimy rustle of the fringe that seemed to cover her lanky neck and spine. Everyone knew it was time now, the glows were slowly being awoken, and she was pouring out of the darkness like a molten fire. The green light seemed to blend with the queen's hide and fire mixed with a sickly green that made her look ominous.

A squeak sounded from the currently empty, but soon to be filled, Stands. What are you? It seemed to demand. It was the smallest hatchling, a Black as delicate in appearance as the gangly Queen on the Sands below, though his hide seemed stained or marred by a burnt orange patina. Though he may have looked far less fearsome than others of his kind, it was obvious he carried a deep-seated desire to understand, and right now, his sister was far more confusing than anything else in his new world. Another chirp, another query, what are you?. The newborn on the Sands seemed unperturbed by the curiosity, instead she straightened, lifting up the sharp points of her tiny wingspars and shaking out the rest of the sticky goop that clung to her from her time in the shell. I am Copper.


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 Posted: Apr 20 2017, 11:27 PM
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It never took much to surprise Kidanyr any longer. The girl was scared. Too many times she had been woken up to the sounds of death and dying. Too many times she had found she had lost someone else. As much as she wore a mask, and armor to hide how delicate she was inside, even the occasional skitter of pillie legs, or the wheeze of a sleepy ‘honk’ would cause her to sit up with wide eyes. The dark was as much her friend as it was her enemy, for it hid these actions from the prying eyes of other candidates, but at the same time kept her on edge.

The whispered purr of a voice in her head was enough to cause Kidanyr to jolt to attention, the hair along the back of her neck standing on end. A questioned Mokk? and the brush of one fine antennae was enough to calm her heart some, but still she felt as if lightning had manifested in her veins, causing her movements to be jerky as she stumbled out of bed.

The eggs!

Fingers trembled and shook as she moved to put on her armor, readying herself for a battle she hoped she would not lose. Panic numbed the feeling and made it more difficult to put on. The sound awoke another candidate, and a insult was snarled. But eventually straps were strapped, buckles were buckled, and she could put on the thin robes of candidacy.

Once more into the breech.

Quintin was set on watch duty, and Quince was pried from where she had latched onto Kidanyr’s neck, dragging her talons in thin bloody lines that seeped into the hem of her robes. Then she was off, rushing to the sands with the others.

It was dark. It was always dark for wher hatchings, and that always filled her with a small sense of forboding. She could make out shadows of the eggs, as well as what she thought might have been movement. Unture of what to do, Kidanyr took to bowing in the general direction of the eggs, seeing as they had been a gift. She wasn’t sure if it was a bot to Nevisk, or the new queen that had been birthed. She was copper. Copper! The thought send a thrill down Kidanyr’s spine. Surely she would be a sight to see.

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Elsewhere was a girl more content to be in bed. She valued her sleep more than most, and the whisper of words at first were not enough to wake her. It was the sound of some candidate bumbling that really disturbed her.
“Put a sock in it!” She hissed, rolling over and hugging her furs to herself tightly. But That one candidate soon grew into several, and then many. That was when she knew she could sleep no longer. Sitting up, Syrene brushed her fingers through her tangley nest of hair, a scowl on her lips as she did. What were they doing?

Then someone said hatching and Syrene was on alert. The Whers? Shards, shells, and firelizard tails, she had almost slept through it! Though she knew she was still too young to stand on the sands, the eleven-turn old was old enough to watch. She had made sure of that. Ra’h had even been put in his place when he expressed his distaste.

Distaste. Bah. She didn’t care. He wasn’t his parent, she was fine on her own. Dressing quickly, Syrene wouldn’t even pay attention to what she was throwing on. What ever it was, was thin, likely something more summery. Then she was off like a rabbit. She weaved between other candidates, and took the stairs to the stands two at a time just to get a prime seat.

After all, she was there to see if Nym impressed. The girl had made at least that much of an impression on her.


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 Posted: Apr 20 2017, 11:29 PM
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Nym groaned, and rolled out of bed, landing on the ground with a dull 'thud', crouched on all fours as her green eyes sought to see in the dark. It was time, was it? Her first hatching, and she wasn't going to be last to that, nope! She adjusted in record time, glancing over to Noctis who was sleeping comfortably in his little pool before hopping up nimbly and donning first the annoying, but probably quite necessary, armor that candidates were required to wear. Then, she put the traditional robes on, and scowled briefly at her reflection in the dim light of the faint glow. Well, it was what everyone had to wear. Didn't mean she had to like it. She headed for the sands at a brisk, light-footed jog, though it was super close and all.

Once she was there, she stared a moment. There were already two whers out of the shells? Well, shards. She'd missed the first ones hatching! Still, she seemed to be one of the first there, so she wasn't late. If she was going to get a wher today, she'd get it. It wouldn't go to someone else 'cause she'd gone and been late. She stood there, arms folded across her chest, her heart slightly accelerated from both the jog and the excitement of her first hatching here. Today, fates were decided. She had decided she didn't care one way of the other if she bonded today or not, because lots of people weren't going to. The queen appeared to be a copper, and she smirked. Well, surprises were the general rule of hatchings, weren't they?

She lightly danced from foot to foot, fingers lightly resting on the blade of the knife all of them had got for today. She rather liked the thing, and might have liked to keep it. Still, it was another of those traditional things. All sterilized for cutting palms. She wondered if any of the girls or even boys coming were squeamish. Her green eyes seemed to dance a little. Good as she was at keeping her emotions in check, the thirteen-turn-old was clearly amped up about being here. It was hard to keep that fact concealed, even though she was prepping just in case one of these whers came at her with intentions other than bonding. Everyone knew that, too, happened. She wasn't going to let that scare her, though. She could move, fast, and that was something better than nothing. She wanted to look for familiar faces, kind of. Still, if she pulled her eyes away, that would be just stupid, and she'd deserve it if a wher caught her unawares. Still, she wished she could peek up in the Stands, just a little. She had met two people here that she didn't exactly not care about. Syrene and Aren were okay, in her books. They were kids, but they weren't like all the other kids she'd met. She hadn't seen much of another kid since she'd arrived, but she kind of wondered if he was here, too. Maus, was it? Shards, she ought not be thinking about that now. Still, there was no one here to see her, and that, that did bug her...just a little. She bet lots of people didn't have anyone coming though, and so brushed that aside. Maybe, just maybe,
Syrene was up there. She had suddenly recalled Aren wouldn't be allowed, being under ten turns and all. She had a strange feeling that just maybe he would be, if he'd had the option. Still...Syrene? Even if not, well...no matter, right? Everyone was watching, and she hated being watched, so she didn't know why she cared at all.
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 Posted: Apr 20 2017, 11:34 PM
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Ashaki had been trying to stay up later than usual, as she had volunteered to stand for this Hatching. Since midnight, she'd been having a hard time staying up. The eggs were so very close to hatching, and she could feel her eyes drooping more and more as the night went by. It wasn't much longer until she heard an unfamiliar voice in her head. She was pretty sure that wasn't the voice of the Gold that was watching over the Clutch, though, she didn't really know very many whers all that well. So she didn't know how the whers of Dalibor sounded off hand.

Ashaki shook her head to try to wake herself up and got out of bed. She grabbed her armor and robes as well as the knife that had been given to her for the occasion. After she was all ready, Ashaki left her room and was heading for the Sands. She could see other Candidates leaving their rooms as well. She walked at a brisk pace, moving to avoid hitting or bumping into any of the other Candidates. She got to the Sands and bowed to Nevisk. She wasn't sure exactly if she should have, but she felt it didn't hurt to be sure. The Gold was watching over the clutch ever so vigilantly.

After she was done with her bow, Ashaki moved to where the girls normally stood during Hatchings. There were a couple wherets on the Sands already. She couldn't really see them very well in the dim light. One was either a Black or a really darkly colored Blue. The other, the one that spoke to them, looked like she was a Copper. Ashaki wiped her eyes to be sure. She was definitely an interesting wheret, and whoever got to be her bonded was definitely a lucky one to be sure. It would only be a matter of time before the first Impressions and more eggs hatched, so Ashaki stood with her eyes on the Sands before her as the wait began.
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{ My guys are open for engagement. :'D Both are fairly angsty at the moment. W00, go teenage-life! But, ah, yeah... }

The night was quiet, sometimes too quiet. Olli had only been a candidate for a short while, having made the decision thanks to a conversation with a cyan wher and her mute handler. They had shown the boy that the world held a manner of difference despite everything feel much the same. Olli had decided that he, too, could be different. He could conquer his fear, if he tried really hard. There were other people his age whom had ample confidence, like Arcaina. He wanted to be more like her, and less like himself. He wanted to trust that not all the world contained evil, and that the animals he had come to fear, and at times loathe, were in fact capable of being innocent creatures like Damarisk.

So, the young man rose from his bed at the call. His new room in the barracks was foreign and yet, somehow, oddly familiar. He had decided, after moving in, that he liked it. The night-life was difficult, especially when he enjoyed the sun. The fact that there were fewer people was nice, and he had come to appreciate the quiet that came with the still night air.

Unsure of whether or not he would appear, to the whers, as presentable, he peered at himself in the looking-glass. He could barely see in the dim light. He couldn't tell if the person staring back at him was worthy or no, and since he couldn't decide he figured he ought to just do as he was told and go to the hatching Sands.

His candidate robes were over-sized, which was fine by him. It was the armour he cared about. He wanted it to fit. Had he put it on right? He glanced down at himself once he had secured everything. Shards, he looked ridiculous. Secretly he hoped that everyone else looked just as ridiculous, and that it wasn't just him.

Moving down the hall, the tall young man peered this way and that, seeking comfort in the presence of his fellow candidates. What would happen if he wasn't chosen? There were so few eggs, so the candidatemaster wouldn't hold it against him-right? He had heard of others Standing without impressing. It had happened before. What would his parents say if he didn't impress? Suddenly, he was a ball of nerves and panic.

Olli pulled at his sleeves. His fussing pulled them right out of shape. He wrapped the ends over his hands, nervousness causing his blue-eyed gaze to dart to and fro. All of a sudden he couldn't remember where he was going, or even what he was supposed to be doing. All he could think was: Your going to screw up. Turn around. Run! Run before you can screw everything up. He was fourteen. Only fourteen. He was too young to die. What if he died? Then you'll have nothing further to worry about now, will you? Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and brow. He reached an arm up to wipe them away, his throat running dry.

It wasn't long now, he was almost there. Out on onto the Sands the boy wandered, dragging his feet. He felt like a body-a body among a sea of other bodies. Was he just a body? Was that all he was? Wher-meat? The thought made him feel overpoweringly nauseated. The moment he exited the tunnel, he sought out the Candidatemasters. Where were they? Were they watching to make sure no one was going to get hurt?

Once the way forward cleared, and Ollivander was paying attention, he spotted the two whers already upon the Sands. Oh... oh, it had started. He felt at his side, freezing in place. He had... forgotten his knife. Who was he supposed to tell? He peered this way and that, officially frantic. "I forgot," he squeaked out. "M-my knife, I forgot." He spoke to no one in particular, fairly sure he was swaying on his feet.

His attention drifted back to the Copper, and the tiny black. Wait... the gold egg was shattered. The wher before him wasn't gold. A Copper? Were their Copper whers? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything anymore. He was getting the nagging feeling that he had made a mistake showing up here. He wasn't meant to be here. And even still... his breath hitched as he watched the Copper and Black move about and interact. Were they anything like Damarisk? They might be, he decided, blinking slowly as he advanced to stand with the rest of the group. He kept back, not wanting to be in the front. Was it possible, could it even be possible, that one of those whers were his?

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Riven wasn't sure what had made her decide to become a wher candidate. Loneliness? Maybe that... Maybe... She felt broken. She never should have come here. Her little Hold was so safe, so secure. Instead she had come to this place expecting some kind of glory and... Well, the people here had shown their true colours. She had put on her armour and robes robotically, her expression muted. She acted only out of the realization that she had to. She still had responsibilities, and duties, and deciding to become a wher candidate was one of those duties. Nevermind she had been a candidate for all of two seconds, and the wher hatching was now. "I'm not ready for this," she told herself, staring into the looking-glass. The person staring back at her was a monster. She hated whoever she had become-who certain people had forced her to become.

The dark-haired girl dragged herself onto the Sands, looking all around at the people gathered. She didn't know any of these people. Wrapping her arms about herself, she regarded the whers that had already come to hatch. One was a copper-color, and the other was a black. She knew very little about Dalibor history, or dragon and wher-kind in general. All she had heard was that there was a Queen on the Sands, and some people were excited about it. She was indifferent. She was indifferent to the whole thing, because she had no idea where her life was going.

Distracted by her thoughts, the young woman's gaze drifted away from the hatchlings. The Copper and Black were likely to make a choice now that people were flooding in. She wasn't the right choice, not for any of them, and so she hovered in the back. She felt gross, like she needed to shower a thousand times over. What had happened to her? How had she allowed someone to make her feel this way-make her feel this vulnerable? No, she had to stop this. She had to forget about that stupid girl and her intense overreaction. Riven hadn't done anything wrong, and yet... Was that how everyone viewed her? Was she a joke to these people? Green eyes scanned the gathering crowd.

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@Ruin, @Rowana

She was in the dining hall catching a meal while she could when the summons came. When they did, Basiliare felt the familiar feeling of having been here before. Well, this was her first hatching at Dalibor. Yet it wasn't her first hatching, by any means. There had been three before, though no queen egg on the sands at the time. She knew the drill, and quickly picked up her plate and put it aside where it could be more easily taken and cleaned by the kitchenstaff, hurrying back to the barracks to don armor and robes, both. The tradition was something that meant something to so many before her, and as she sheathed the knife into the belt at her side, she paused the briefest of moments in front of the mirror, and tied her hair into a side-braid to get it out of the way. She was going to need to be on her guard. She'd nearly been attacked by one of the whers at the second hatching. She had seen someone else be attacked. While not dragons, they could still do damage. Blue eyes met herself in the mirror one last time, before she strode purposefully to the sands.

Once there, she immediately looked for Eryonthi. The girl couldn't see, and Lia had been concerned that this would put her at risk if a wher should target her. She fully intended to stand with her, and see no harm befell her, if she could help it. She didn't want to wound the girl's pride, so she wouldn't give voice to what her intention was. Still, it would be something she could hopefully prevent happening. She thought the girl quite brave for being willing to Stand, blind, when she couldn't see the danger coming for her. She had wanted the wher to 'be her eyes'. Lia had heard of this happening before, once or twice. She thought it was a wonderful thing, making something even more special of the already meaningful bond. Standing tall, she watched the two whers to have already made their way onto the sands. A black and...was that copper, then? That had been the queen egg? She was a magnificent specimen. Lia hadn't been able to see a hatchling queen yet. This one was especially important to the Weyr, it seemed. Norla had been careful in both selecting candidates, and in whom she allowed to attend.

She kept an eye out for Eryonthi, who didn't seem to be there yet. She didn't take her eyes off the copper, whom she felt was the more risky of the two on the sands. She couldn't see the black as well. He was smaller, and she knew that if it were him to go for her or another candidate, the outcome would not likely be as dire as if the larger queen wher attacked. There were a few candidates here already, but she was glad to not have missed anything.
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Zel jackknifed awake, her eyes popping open as if she were doused with water. It was little more than a whisper, but she heard it. The call. She'd stood enough times to know what it meant. The wild wher eggs were hatching. Not one to be sluggish in the wake of duty-- attending hatchings in a timely manner was the purpose of any candidate--Zel clothed herself with haste. The provided armor went on and over it she pulled the standard white robes. As she left her room, she grabbed the knife she'd carried ever since she first stood for whers a couple Turns back. The blade was heavy in her palm. Would this be the evening that it happened? Would she find a match in a wher in this very clutch? She would be honor bound to remain. And remain she would. Was it fate or irony that the brother she recently reunited with was standing for this special clutch with her, despite his only being a dragon candidate and her a dual?

She didn't linger too much on that thought. Instead she hurried out to the sands, her knife under one arm as she rebraided her dark locks. No need to look sloppy despite getting woken in the middle of the night.

Upon arrival, she noted the other candidates already there...and the strange queen in the middle. Copper. Had there ever been a copper born before? Zel marveled at the sight. Truly, she was in awe. Quietly and carefully, she made her way to where she was supposed to stand, and there, she assumed a wide stance, shoulders back, head bowed slightly. Green eyes were alive and alert. Her breathing was calm. It wouldn't do to upset one of the hatchlings with nervousness or fear.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Zaephor picking a painfully slow path to where he needed to be. A person who knew him less would see only his blank stare, but she could see the rising panic in his wide eyes and tense mouth. She could the the slight tremble in his gait. She wished silently for him to overcome his fear. It would only invite pain.

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Zaephor, who was not one to easily arise, lurched when he heard the call. He dreaded it. Loathed it. But he obeyed it nonetheless. He shook terribly as she dressed, eyed the knife he had been provided with white-knuckled terror. Whers hatchings were more violent than dragons. And he'd already been mauled by a dragonet. He had awful luck at hatchings and he couldn't quite squetch the urge to back out of his choice to stand for the clutch. But he made his feet move. He had to. The mindhealer said that the more attended hatchings where he wasn't nearly killed, the easier it would be for him to Stand.

Regrets. So many regrets.

But despite those regrets, he found himself at the hatching sands, staring at the gleaming copper. Bracing himself, he forced his expression blank and move with bold pride, using every ounce of bravado he could muster to make his way to where he was to Stand. At least it was dark. And the others would be so focused on the hatching not to notice that Zaephor wasn't wearing his gloves. Bare, scarred hands that bore the evidence of his failures laid heavy at his sides.

As he approached, he spotted Zel, already on the girl's side. Waiting. She looked so confident and serene. What he'd give for a drop of her ease.

Zaephor swallowed.

'Just grin and bear it. You'll get through. You'll see. Everything will be just fine...'


If only he could know that to be an absolute.

In his distraction, he walked straight into another candidate, a boy he vaguely recalled was named...Ollie-something? Zaephor winced and stepped back, trying to feign ease.


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Dhiren

Ah, and there it was, the summons. Everyone had seemed to be waiting so eagerly for that summons, that the entire Weyr seemed hinged on the hatching. Dhiren hadn't been one of those who felt the pressure of it. Things happened, the way they were going to happen, and that was that. He smirked when he saw candidates rushing for the sands, donning the required armor and making sure it was fastened properly. The whers were not going to disappear just because he didn't run. His pace wasn't lazy nor slow, as he methodically put on that armor, and the dreaded robe--it was a tacky thing, all about tradition and not about practicality--before he put the belt on...he looked stupid. The armor was better. That had purpose, and was necessary. Ah well. Weyrs were all about traditions. It was simply how they worked. He walked past the dresser with the knife on top, and without looking, grabbed it and sheathed it before making his way to the sands in long strides.

As he entered, he saw a girl standing nearer the back, hugging herself. Not exactly looking happy, was she? He stopped beside her, not looking at her as he stared out at the sands. Copper and black. So the queen was a copper, was it? Interesting. Tilting his head a little to the side, still watching the whers and not looking at the girl, he spoke in undertones that only she could hear.

"You going to live, candidate?" She looked miserable, in truth. Almost, he thought, like she might throw up. His brunette hair fell slightly into his blue eyes as he had leaned towards her, and when he stood up, it fell naturally back into place. Poor thing didn't look like she wanted to be here. Wasn't his business, but she really ought to be on alert for this hatching. Whers, like dragons, weren't always friendly. His mouth seemed to have the slightest hint of an upturn, as he crossed his own arms over his chest and waited to see what would happen out there on the sands, and waited on her to at least say she wasn't about to keel over or sick up.
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Most of the wher candidates would be busy with their chores at this time of night. As for their Candidatemaster, she was currently occupied with a fresh stack of hides that had appeared on her desk this evening as if by firelizard. The work never stopped. Taking a hefty sip of klah, Zanii leaned back in her chair as she twirled her stylus in her left hand. Hmm...a request for runners? How did this get in here? The woman snorted to herself and set the sheet to the side. Ehh, she would have to figure out later who exactly that was meant to have gone to. Alright, what was next-

Zansk hummed softly from his position up against the door. 'She rises.' Zanii blinked. "Shells. We gotta get our babies!" In a whirl of color, the Candidatemaster rose from her seat and strode to the common room. "It's hatching time!" Zansk followed silently behind her, tail swishing with each step, his eyes glowing a pleased green. A sharp pang of affection rumbled from the black wher's throat. Their first 'babies' here at Dalibor were about to meet their matches. Of course, the candidates had to be made ready first.

"Come on loves, off to the sands you go! Please remember your robe, armor, and knife, unless you want me to come chasing after you. I will do it!" Zanii cackled excitedly as she retied her red scarf around her hips out of habit. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" While Zanii herded candidates from the barracks, Zansk had taken up position at the entrance onto the sands themselves. The black surveyed each candidate that approached with narrowed eyes. For those who had arrayed themselves properly in armor, he let them pass unmolested. For any candidate who may have forgotten, he growled, low and rough, refusing to let them pass. 'Dangerous,' he hissed in warning. 'No go.'

If any candidate looked like they needed comfort, Zansk was only too happy to give them a reassuring nuzzle. Maybe even a lick too if their eyes asked for it. 'Good can-di-dates. Think happy thoughts.' Once the last candidate was gone from the barracks, Zanii made her way to her black's side. "Wow, a copper wher, huh? Exciting stuff!"

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@Ruin, @Catsitta, @Zane

Shae

The armor was a necessary evil, and the robe was tacky and downright hideous. Still, she wouldn't be the only one looking like a stupid sheet. Everyone there had to wear the sharding things, not just her. Shae ran her hands through her wild hair, and then strode for the sands, muttering darkly under her breath. She didn't much like hatchings. They were messy, and the dragons and whers tended to attack people for no reason. Everyone watching from the Stands made her feel irritated under her skin, like prickles and hackles at the back of her neck. Still, she arrived just like everyone else, shooting a glance up at the Stands that were filling up really quickly. Then she spotted the two whers, already hatched, on the sands.

Well, that was a lovely little surprise for everyone. A copper. Pretty but deadly. Shae well knew that pretty things could be deadly. She saw a girl hovering over with a tall, rather attractive, young man, and wondered what was up with her. Then she spotted a familiar face, and a slow smile spread across her face. Well, well. There was her playmate, dragon-turned-wher candidate, Zaephor--Zeph. She joined him where he stood with some kid who looked like someone had shone a glow in his eyes, and lightly nudged him in the side.

"Good luck, dragon candidate," she said with a teasing smile. She took the knife from her sheath, and stroked the blade lightly, waiting. It wasn't going to stay quiet for long, that was for sure. Things at hatchings got busy really fast. If you weren't careful, you could possibly, quite literally, lose your head. The thought of being mauled made her cringe inwardly. She didn't need any parting gifts of lasting scars. The one she'd have to make on her hand was annoying enough. Not that she worried it would hurt--though the palm stretched and she'd heard it took a while to heal up. No, she just didn't like scars. A girl only had so much in life, and her pretty face was something she knew she had going for her.


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Malika

She was hurried in her return to the barracks to don her armor and robes, and sheath the knife. She would shame herself if she were late to the hatchings of the whers, and so Malika was quick to run, unashamed at who saw her doing so, for the sands. When she arrived, she strode onto them with a straight back and dark eyes flashing with excitement. This was her first hatching, and she was very honored to be attending such an event. Alphahandler Norla had not found her wanting, and now, here she was, among the other candidates. She did not meant to end up where Olli was, but incidentally, ended up beside him. She could not help but notice that he looked very nervous. More than she thought was normal, though what did she knew of normal for a hatching, and what it was? Her grandfather would tell her not to make such assumptions. Still, she addressed the boy, white teeth flashing in a bright smile. She was quite excited for this, despite the dangers.

"Do not fear them so, boy. They are young and do not mean to harm. Perhaps, like dogs, they can smell fear, yes? Stand tall. You should be honored to stand for these fine creatures. The Alphahandler did not find you wanting. You are where you are meant to be." Her tone was rather motherly, as was her nature. The young woman tended to be quite maternal in her dealings with people of all ages. She did not like to see him looking so fearful. She had given him a look over--something was amiss. Did he forget his knife? Well, that would not do. "You forgot your knife. You may use mine when the time comes." Perhaps that would offer him some reassurance? Perhaps that was why he looked so? Well, he need not worry. There were plenty of knives here, and she hoped to Faranth they would not be wielded by any for anything but the blooding for the whers.

Her eyes regarded the copper and black. What fine creatures! That one was not the queen, was it? She knew there was a queen who was copper among the dragons. Was this the same with the whers? Perhaps that was so. It was sensible, to her, to think so. The golden egg was cracked, the shells scattered. So this was to be their queen, then? She was not beautiful, but then, that was the way of whers. They were made for different things, and she had her own sort of beauty. Respect was what she demanded more than to be thought beautiful, of this the young woman was sure. What was beauty, when one could have respect? Nothing, really.


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Lykaios

He moved through the crowds headed for the sands without even brushing anyone as he passed. Stalking towards them with purpose, green-yellow eyes needing no adjustment to the darkness around them, Kaios was neither first nor last to arrive. There were already two whers on the sands, and he inhaled sharply. Wild whers meant death, if you crossed them. These ones were young, and far, far smaller. Yet they had claws, and teeth. He watched them warily. He knew better than to trust them not to do harm. The wild ones didn't bond, perhaps, but these did and when they were in the process of trying to make that bond, things could get very, very ugly. All his senses on alert, he stood, not tall, but in a stance that was ready to move at any given second. No, they were young, but still capable of being dangerous.

He thought the robes were absolutely foolish. They wore armor, and that was sensible, though he found it made it harder to move as well. The robes over the armor inhibited movement further, and served no purpose. The traditions had been explained to him just like everyone else, but he had wanted to say something about how they put people in further danger simply by wearing them. People had strange habits and clung to strange things. These robes were just one example. Still, he supposed they would make a ready bandage if injured. Plus, he had a knife, and with that, he could do far more than many, if it became a matter of his life or something else's. He would disdain having to do so, as these lives were valuable, especially to the Weyr. Yet if it came down to his life, or the life of a wher, the choice to him was clear. He had not survived so much, so long, to be killed on hatching sands.

He didn't need to look about much to catch the lay of the sands, and each person on it. He himself could sense fear, and there was some of that, and nervousness, here. Well, that was smart. Fear kept you alive, and alert. Adrenaline was not your enemy, but your friend. He hoped that those who were fearful used that to their best advantage to avoid harm. He didn't know anyone here, not really. Chores had been done, but mostly in silence. His presence seemed to drive others into silence. He was not...conversational. You didn't need many words to get things done, after all. He didn't see the need for making friends, or socializing, or making small talk. He got things done, and efficiently. That was all that mattered to the young man.
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 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 05:19 AM
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Kaizre stared at his callused hands. They were steady, for now. The candidate had been assigned to gather laundry from the lower caverns and had made steady progress over the course of the night, but now he stood at the entrance to the candidate barracks, dazed. The newly hatched queen was calling out to him. Well, not just to him, to the other candidates as well, but it was startling all the same to hear her fervent summons in his mind. The boy had never stood for a queen hatching at Benden before and he couldn't help but wonder if all newly hatched queens called out to the candidates like this. Shaking his head, the candidate passed Zanii on the way to his room, the candidatemaster seeming to be the center of this ordered chaos. He inclined his head in response to her energetic reminder to take his robe, armor, and knife. Kai already had his knife strapped onto him, so it was a simple matter to buckle on the armor and slide into his white candidate robe. Now he was as ready as ever was going to be.

On the way to the sands, the wher candidate smoothed out his robes, once, twice, three times. Then again. And again. Shards and shells, what was he, a first time candidate?! Kaizre had faced hatchlings more times than he could count on one hand at Benden, and a wild clutch at Dalibor sure didn't change any of that. The rumors were just that- rumors. And the queen? Hah, he knew better than to fill his head with empty dreams of metallic ambitions. Besides, whers weren't like dragons, and a black could ascend to positions of power as well as any gold. Kaizre curled his fingers into fists. All he had to do was stand tall. Oh, and breathe. Maybe he would find his match today, or maybe he wouldn't, either way, everything was going to be okay. He was strong. He was confident. He was-

Orange? Hazel eyes, tinted green under the light of the glows, widened with confusion. No, not orange, but...copper. A copper wher. Kaizre felt warmth pool in his belly, but he quickly beat the rising awe back down and replaced it with the cool detachment he had nursed since childhood. He let the warmth of the sands speak for him instead. It wouldn't do to bounce up and down in excitement like a girl-child. It wouldn't do to even wrap his arms around Zansk and let the black wher lick his cheeks clean with paternal affection. No, he had to do this on his own. The young man took his place on the boys's side, next to a vaguely familiar candidate (Lykaios) who looked more likely to bite him than exchange a friendly word. That suited Kai just fine. As much as he would have liked to ask the other candidate his thoughts, he knew that was it better to pretend like he had nothing to say instead. Good luck, he mouthed to the others under his breath. We got this.

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 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 05:52 AM
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Yonthevro was in the common room, squinting at the squiggles on the page he was supposed to be learning how to read. Zanii's call broke his concintration and he looked up in surprise. He stood at once, strange letters forgotten as he was feeled with a sense of excitement and apprehension. Next to him, Eryonthi had been working on her basket weaving and tensed at the voice. She put a hand on Silmaug, who whined at all the sudden activity, and stood as well. Knowing he could not follow his sister to her room to prepare, Yonthevro squeezed her arm gently. "I will wait for you here," he promised. "Do not forget the armor."

Eryonthi nodded and her brother hurried to the boys side to get ready. She tightened her grip in Silmaug's fur. "Home, Silmaug," she said firmly. It was the command they had taught him to take her back to her room. She wasn't sure it felt like home yet, but it had been a natural word to use for the command. The icehowler woofed, and Eryonthi felt him lead her down the hall to her room. She had long ago set out what she would need so she could find it quickly, and did her best to hurry into the armor and white robe, with a little knife at her side.

Taking a breath to calm her nerves, she patted Silmaug with a shaky hand. "Stay." Silmaug whined. He didn't want to obey. His mistress was clearly frightened or upset to him. Eryonthi hated to leave him, but everyone had been very clear. No pets on the Sands. It wasn't safe. She couldn't let anything happen to her furry companion. "Stay," she repeated, more firmly. Once she was sure he would obey, she left her room and followed the wall back to the common room.

Yonthevro waited for his sister, feeling antsy. He was excited to see the whers, but concerned for the danger they meant for Eryonthi. From what he had been told, newly hatched whers, or dragons for that matter, often hurt candidates out of anger or confusion. The fact they were required to wear armor was hardly inspiring of safety either. He had already spoken to those in charge of the Hatching and the Candidates, so he knew he could stand with her if he wished. But Eryonthi had seemed oddly resistant to the idea. He couldn't understand what she was thinking sometimes and she was still so quiet. He sighed. He would just have to hope that tonight went well for both of them.

When Eryonthi returned, she took Yonthevro's arm with a nod and the two siblings made their way to the Sands. Once they were there, Yonthevro looked through the small, crowd of hopeful candidates for the girl Eryonthi had mentioned. He had to admit, while he would prefer to keep her safe himself, he was pleased she had found a friend. And he would still stay closeby, just in case. It only took a moment for him to spot Basiliare and he smiled, leading Eryonthi over to her. "Are you sure?" he whispered to his sister, squeezing her arm.

Eryonthi took a deep breath and nodded. Yonthevro squeezed her arm again. "I'll only be a few steps away," he promised. Then he turned to smile at Basiliare and gave her a little nod of his head. "Keep her safe," he asked sincerely, keeping his voice just above a whisper so he would not disturb the Sands. The girl looked friendly and confident enough. "Be careful. Both of you." He squeezed Eryonthi's arm one last time and moved just a few steps away to the close edge of the group of boys. His eyes drifted from his sister to the young whers on the Sands and his breath caught. Even as a hatchling, the young queen was magnificent. The significance of her color was a little lost on him. It was the first time he had seen a hatched wher queen of any color. Regardless, the sight filled him with excitement. Truly these creatures were a marvel to witness.

Eryonthi shifted until she was close to Basiliare's side, reaching to find the other girl's arm and assure herself that she was there. She could hear the shuffling of the sand that meant the other candidates were arriving around them. Ahead of her were sounds too that she guessed must be the young whers. Had they hatched already? How would she know if one chose her? Instantly, she almost regretted asking Yonthevro to let her do this on her own. She hated being alone. Then again, she wasn't entirely alone since Lia was here with her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart. She could do this. She just had to focus and stay calm.

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 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 07:06 AM
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The call had gone out and Raela was prepared, abandoning her chore for the night. In the back of her mind she knew she had already failed her family. If she were to somehow bring the gold wher back to them... They would have a powerful hold indeed. So many turns had now been spent at Dalibor. In the back of her mind, Raela almost even considered this her home. It was a thought that both terrified and comforted the woman as she donned her armour and took her knife. Raela was not the type to bring just one knife, though, she had brought another. This one had been 'appropriated' from the kitchens during chores.

If her candidate knife were to be knocked from her hand or stolen she would at least have this hidden one. It was something anyway and Raela had already seen the violence of Dalibor wher hatchings to know what to expect. The wher candidate pulled the robes over her head and adjusted them then taking a ribbon and pulling her short hair back in a tight bun.

Some of the others were rushing to the sands. Raela walked with purpose but running seemed like a perfect way to draw attention to herself. As she entered the sands, it was hard to mistake the large wher that had already hatched. Hatched from the gleaming, golden egg. There was only one other type of Queen and that was Copper. Copper like Jainath had been. Perhaps this was indeed her chance.

Raela took up a position near the back. On edge as she was always when it came to wher hatchings. They rarely ended peacefully in her experience and these being wild wherlings only emphasised this point.

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It would have been remiss of her to not check in with some frequency and this was no different. Rayna had been checking in with Nevitheran since the eggs had arrived and so when she heard the call, Rayna sat bolt upright. Even Couineth was on edge and not complaining about the hatching occurring at midnight. The Gold usually protested the nocturnal habits of whers when their hatchings happened at such terrible times. Even now, though, she was ready and watching from her Weyr. Rayna was dressed and ready in a moment.

The Weyrwoman made her way into the stands as candidates began arriving. But, where was the other one. She could see that a smaller egg had hatched. Her expression went blank for a moment as she heard a peep from somewhere in the stands. Great, another hatchling rampaging through the stands was just what she needed. She almost sighed heavily but straightened. They had a Queen and not just a Queen... A Copper. Unexpected. Welcome? Perhaps. It was just another thing on their list of oddities and there was of course concern that Grove Weyr might take exception to their securing this particular clutch over them. Then again, there would be no Grove Weyr without countless Daliborian riders.

Time would tell whether this would be a boon.


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(Already a thousand posts in here, so no need for me to do much.)

Nevisk had been mulling around, shifting sand this way, then that. Turning her adopted clutch, nosing the shells, before they'd begun to hatch. She hadn't needed to say anything; the newly-hatched Queen had done that for her, how convenient...and disrespectful. Her eyes bled their usual crimson color; in any other vein, she would have culled the creature for her insolence, but Nevitheran recognized what was going on long before Nevisk would have had the chance.

The proper whers were alerted as far as the guard being posted, and Nevisk sent Raisk to herd the wayward Hatchling back to the Sands, if her words didn't bring the creature themselves.

You not go there yet. Wait til others come. Then you go. Stay here, until more people come, then you look for Yours. Still baby, until you are not baby, you listen. I have to come get, you be sorry.

Nevisk set the eggshells from the already-hatched wherets aside, so that she could keep an eye on the still-unhatched group. The shells would be given to the Weyrwoman, and she could decide whether to give them to Irohvyne's Hold to sell for profit, or to sell them for the Weyr's coffers.

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Armon stirred from his slumber at the call. At first, there was confusion, before Sentinel blinked between and returned with images of the freshly-hatched Black and Copper. Jali had probably already heard it, and so Armon rose, washed up, and accompanied his Weyrwoman down to the Sands. Remembering his...conversation...with Norla, Armon slipped his sword on; both for defense of his fiancee, as well as a means of blood-bonding, just in case. Not that he honestly expected to be chosen - there were so many countless, and no doubt suitable, candidates after all - but it never hurt to be prepared.

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Mutorin was up before Musk had really started moving; the Farmcrafter had been so excited. Days, he'd told Musk. It would be days, and they would have a new clutch of wherets in the Weyr, and fewer things excited Mutt more than BABY MURDERWHERS. Musk, as usual, was significantly more lackluster about the whole thing, but nevertheless was happy that His was happy. The turn-younger man stopped by the Tannercrafter's shop, and woke his brother.

Jyderin was by no means prepared to venture anywhere, and in fact, had still been asleep - much to Aura's chagrin - when Musk's warm snout shoved up under the covers and against his hip. The older of the brothers almost hit the ceiling, but the wayward slap towards the offending nose was caught by a strong hand, and Mutt laughed.

"Wakey wakey, eggs an' bakey....or was't 'hands off'a snakey'?"
"You know, in some Holds, it's a crime to wake people up at this hour..."
"Not when there's Hatchlin's ta be watched, brother-o'-mine. Come on, love. Time ta go see what'o these tiny ones might be willin' ta get themselves a bonded, aye?"
"Mutt, I don't want to--"
"An' me ears're not lettin' ya tell me no, either. Come on. It'll do ya good. Get dressed."

A few minutes later, Jyderin - Aura draped across his shoulders and Feo curled around Mutorin's neck - ventured inside the Hatching Cavern. Musk flopped down by Mutt's feet, as Jyderin clutched a hot mug of Klah and tried to keep his eyes open. Mutorin couldn't have been more wide-awake, the Bluehandler's sharp eyes spotting the Copper easily, and then the Black.

"Beauts aren't they, Jy? Lookit 'em. Pretty's a picture."
"Mmhmmm," was the only response he got, Jyderin shivering inwardly from the early Spring chill outside, though the heat in the cavern was quickly doing what the Klah in his hands hadn't.

Lackluster blue eyes peered out at the dimly-lit Sands, and he sighed, Aura rubbing her snout against his bestubbled jawline.


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Raisk and Raistlin had returned a good quarter of a candlemark prior to the black sneak hatching. Raistlin wanted to get their wher a good runaround to prevent any pent up aggravation and impatience for... everything. She was cooped up in the Sands for far too long, it was good for her to get out and hunt. She had carried a leg of a beast back, and promptly dropped it at Nevisk's feet without a word. She wasn't her servant, but when it was her idea to help out... it was all fine and dandy.

Meanwhile Raistlin passed the goldhandler a klah, and with the hatching of the copper a brow crooked. "Ah... I suppose it was only a matter of time." They commented with a roll of their shoulders.

Want Raisk to cull little copper queen? Be like stories. Red and copper fight to death but only red stand victorious. Good omen keep weyr on toes for rest of time. The red grinned wide at the Gold with a very vocal cackle, she was kidding of course, but it was still very funny. Raisk could care less about a new color, but a new queen color was a little irksome. Raisk may not hold a significant rank, but standing at the left side of Nevisk... that was enough -- for now.

Though the humor left her face when the black had somehow managed to slip by Raisk's careful watch. The red needed very little instruction for she was already on her way up to the Stands to fetch the little monster. The Black was met with a very displeased Red, and she approached the wheret with low growls, Better listen, or else Raisk will be force to make go down to sands. Move. Now If The black didn't move fast enough to Raisk, he would be met with a flash of teeth and a snap of her jaws. She wouldn't hit him, but he didn't know that.

If that didn't work, she'd carry him back down... with those very same teeth.

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Da'on stifled a yawn behind his hand as he stood with one or two others by the Healers area. His blue was situated high up on the ledges, to give the Journeyman a decent 'dragon's eye view' of the cavern -- just in case things were to go awry. Wher hatchings normally did, ah but sometimes there were the calmer ones.

He'd extended an invitation to Al'dr in case he wished to see some of his former Candidates, but Da'on didn't receive a reply. The poor bastard was probably enjoying the fact that he was able to sleep through wher hatchings now -- knowing his brother's apprehension for the whers as a whole.

Either way Da'on was equipped with all necessary supplies and a klah to help wake him up.

Copper finally decides to make an entrance. It was inevitable after the Viridians.
The whers are a bit slower to.. evolve.
Or you dragons are just so easily mutated. The whers simply show a certain measure of ah... resilience?
...Who asked you?
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A blue slid in beside Roiath, settling down before draping his neck over the darker blue's forelegs. Roiath nibbled at Fortath's neck ridges before he refocused back on the Sand's, eyeing every white robed Candidate as well as the eggs.

Al'dr had decided to get up for this, mainly because before Zanii had transferred in, a couple of those wher candidates were his. He wanted to at least have a small presence there for those Candidates that were under his tutelage for however long. Ah but Zanii owned this show tonight, Al'dr was only going to watch from the Stands for once.

The bluerider slid in next to Mutorin, "Mornin' you" he said as he slid in next to the blue handler, and his tired brain finally spotted Jyderin "and uhh..Master Tanner," he added with a more apologetic smile. This was as awake as he was getting, and he okay with that.





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 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 10:10 AM
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The little Copper had nothing to say to the adults on the Sands. She was painfully aware of them, but she had a duty here, in this moment. That realization jolted her again, and there was a question in her heart. Remember your moment? Where knew one. That soon.. The little Black heaved a sigh, but he was not so much like a Queen would be, he understood the logic of their decision, and, for a time he would abide it. He did, however, wait for Raisk to come, watching the methodology of the big Red, preparing himself for the future. This did leave him back in the clutch eventually, which displeased him. There was nothing here for him. No new knowledge. Only egg shells that Nevisk quickly stole, and silence.

They came then, filing in by ones and twos. There'd be a brief lull as they settled in, then more would come. Wearing white, like juicy targets. Like wrapped goodies for her to open. She tilted her head and watched them for a time, considering. The Black wheret was far more curious than his sister. Was it bravery, bravado, or an innocent trust that drew him to them. Perhaps it was his nature. He barely gave the pair of queens, or the Red, a glance as he skittered across the Sands.

His target was not yet the robe wearers. He was sure they had some answers, but he would be forced to choose from them eventually. These ones up here were far more curious. These Weyr...folk. Yes. Why did they come, but not Stand? He leaped gracefully to the top of the stone wall that separated the Sands from the ten-odd foot drop from the stone Stands above. He was nimble and lithe, like most of his colour, but his eyes spun a bright excited green and he showed no signs of causing trouble, so maybe Nevisk would let him be for the time. This was, of course, his opportunity. There were so many things for him to see and do, surely they wouldn't hold him back now that everyone was here.

Every once in awhile the little creature would stop, poised on the edge of what was an abyss for him at his size, to glance at the people sitting near him in the Stands. To them he would ask every question he could think of, wonder about what they were wearing. What they were saying. Eating. Smoking. Laughing about. Of course, he might have gotten answers if he'd actually asked all of these fine people, but he was a rather shy and private creature. Instead of speaking, he was chattering quietly in the language of whers, holding great conversations in a mixture of honks and chirps. While the Copper was willing to humor him for a time, as the firstborn, it became obvious quite quickly that he wasn't ready to settle down.

She was, however. There was a great deal of work to be done, many people to meet, many relationships to forge. Shaking herself off once more she descended the mound Nevisk had built for her and gracefully danced out into the gathered Candidates. She found them to be curious creatures, though she was not as overwhelmed with questions as her older brother. They were dangerous in their own way, and there were so very many to choose from. Behind her, the second largest egg of the clutch gave a tremendous shudder before splitting neatly in two to expose another metallic hide. This one was far darker, laced through with blues and silvers, and mottled with an oddly moss-like patina. The Iron took one look at the gathered crowed, gave a growl-like harumph and settled down into a comfortable ball. At that point he went from being wher-like to being boulder-like.

The Black was interested immediately, but still too transfixed with all the sights and sounds to completely abandon his post upon the wall to investigate his younger brother--the beast was, after all, just a wher. Surely he in all his infinite wisdom and age of a quarter candlemark knew all there was to know about whers. He was one! The little Copper paused briefly to peer back at the new arrival, but he showed absolutely no sign of wanting to greet her, or submit to her. That was fine, for now, perhaps later she would press the matter; she did not expect subservience immediately. She would earn their trust and loyalty. Whatever it would take. That left her out among the Candidates, but she did not dally here. She'd been watching, considering, she would not play with them as a less wise beast might. She wanted them all to love and adore her, as was her due.

So she took very little time at all, only the time that it took her to pick her way across the Sands to the one she would claim as her own. She was quite small as a hatchling, so much smaller than she would be as an adult. She knew people would watch, so she went with dignity, her head up, her pointy wings, such as they were, held smartly up so that they crowned her back in thorns. She would demand excellence, and be excellence, the groundwork was being laid at this very moment. As she settled in front of her chosen Candidate, the young woman who would become her partner for the entirety of their lives. She stretched out a claw and scratched at the white robes, finding strong metal beneath her razor-sharp baby talons.

Smart. Keep babies safe from babies suddenly her sapphire eyes flashed crimson and she snarled, at once angry. At once sullen. NO. NO smart not! Try keep away from ME? You ARE me. You learn. You be good smart mine. We make all see, we be worth all things. the Copper shredded the suddenly offensive robes exposing the armor beneath, if the girl tried to run she would entangle her, foiling her weak human legs with her whip-like body until she was brought down. Regardless of if she tried to escape or not, it was only a matter of moments until the wheret found a chink in the armor by the girl's ankle and sunk her fangs in deep. The crimson in her eyes shattered into a thousand rainbows, and as she drank she grew still, giving herself over to her Handler while claiming every part of the girl for herself.

Zel is Zelsk. Now. Forever.

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Personality Possessive like many of her kind, Zelsk has a sort of hunger, a need, for her Bonded that goes beyond the basic bestial urges of a Wher. She is a Copper, and a Queen, her Bonded is hers beyond all measure. A reflection of her, a symbol for her. Zelsk will be quick to correct and contain her Handler. They have a duty to the Weyr, to their people. She will not allow shirking or deviance, she will also not allow self-deprecation or uncertainty. Today is the beginning of the rest of their life. Oh, Zelsk may allow Zel the opportunity to learn things in Wherlinghood, but after that Zelsk will demand perfection. She knows Zel will give it, otherwise she would have picked someone else.

Intelligent and cunning, far more calculating than what is the norm for a Gold, Zelsk will have no problem speaking for her Handler if required. She is fully capable of handling the nuances of human speech and intuition. You won't pull the wool over this whers eyes. An unfortunate side-effect of understanding, is controlling: Zelsk will try to manipulate her way into, and out of, everything. More food. Better living quarters. Fewer chores, or even more chores because she'll always be working to earn the loyalty of those around her. It's all about that invisible currency of respect, adoration, and fear. Zelsk needs to find a balance that leaves her in control of everything, sitting at the top, looking down on her loving subjects with tenderness.

At her core, hidden from sight, Zelsk is a mother--not unlike most Coppers. She will have private kind words for many good whers, Handlers, and other Weyrfolk. She will even foster alliances with Dragonriders because she can understand that, to most humans, dragons are better. That isn't true of course, and something she will work on changing and altering, but it is what the humans believe. However, like a mother, her ire can be great and long-lasting if her kith or kin are threatened, or her way of life encroached. It will take a firm, calm hand to control her throughout her long life.

Appearance Deceptively beautiful, a venomous viper. The first of her colour, she seems to lack the monstrous qualities of her kind. Covered in a mane of loose flesh like a fringe, she will be obsessed with keeping her appearance, and the fringe itself will be a mighty task for her Handler to maintain. The mane tapers down her spine between two twig-like wings, that are both delicate and sharp (she will not hesitate to use them as weapons or lures), before terminating halfway down her long sinuous tail. What isn't covered in a fringe of flesh is athletically muscled. She lacks the massive bulk of golds, or the raw power of the larger males; but what she lacks in brute strength she makes up with a graceful slenderness that belies the physical capabilities of her body and the power of her intellect. She will reach an adult size of 8'8" x 5'6"



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Eggs hatch. We watch.

Der quirked an eyebrow at Desk. His wher got these ideas into her gnarled little head once in a while, and nothing could ever shake them out. Although the last time she'd got all insistant on them attending a specific hatching, instead of going as a pair of prideleaders or not going at all, she'd ended up running and clutching a pair of her own. He hoped it wasn't going to be a pattern. They had too much to do, to spend more time watching a clutch. "Are we, now?"

The grey huffed. Yes. I want. See Nevisk work. See if good.

"She did just fine at her own hatching, I doubt she's going to be any worse when the eggs aren't from her." As much as he argued, he had already changed direction to go to the Hatching Grounds. If they'd been on duty, neither of them would have even considered it; the safety of the Weyr came first. Where would Dalibor be, if all the patrollers at a given time ran in to watch the Hatching?

But, there were plenty of them that weren't scheduled to patrol, and he was one of them, so he was perfectly safe in going tonight. Scaling into the stands, he chose a seat and didn't shoo Desk off of claiming her perch next to him so that she could see, too. Anyone who objected could just deal with it. Desk was not a pet. Faranth, she was older and probably smarter than half the hopeful younglings standing down there.

Huh. A copper. And since he'd never heard of a copper wher before and kept up to date on wher news, the first. It seemed Dalibor's reputation of being the first for as many things as possible wasn't going to change tonight.

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Jali was roused out of a sound sleep by the wheret's call. For a moment, she was disoriented; then, she realized the actual content of the words, and groaned. The only thing she regretted about wher hatchings was that the little creatures were nocturnal and tended to drag the diurnal out of bed. Oh, well. I can afford to miss a little sleep for a hatching, she told herself in humored tolerance.

Like Armon, she washed the sleep from her eyes and dressed, joining him to go down to the Hatching Grounds. The copperrider noted his weapon with a glint of amusement and appreciation. Her fiance was protective, and she doubted he'd ever let himself forget the scenes of violence that had happened on Dalibor's sands in the past. From wherets, or dragonets, or worst - from humans. She shuddered softly at the memory of a knife glinting in the air before plunging into one of Laanasuth's eggs, leaning a little into Armon's side as if his presence alone would banish the recollection.

That will never happen again. There was a rumbling hiss from her dragon. The copper was going to be resistant to letting anyone near her future eggs for a long time.

I hope not, my heart.

Putting those sad memories aside because this was a happy, hopeful occasion, Jali smiled and nodded to those who acknowledged her, settling in to watch. She nudged Armon gently in the side, pointing with a quick jut of her chin towards the Sands. "So whers can have coppers too," she murmured for his ears. "That will make things interesting. She's a pretty one."

Not as much as me.

Different species, Susu.

There was a soft huff from her dragon, and Jali's lips parted in a brief grin. Laanasuth was vain. She had to wonder if the little queen on the sands would be, too.

And she'd wasted no time. As soon as she'd had long enough to give the candidates a good look, she'd picked one. Jali applauded softly at the first bonding of the night. "She'll be a handful. Queens usually are."

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There was a faint tremble as she stood, there always was. She knew deep in her heart that she would be judged and measured by the wherets. She would be searched, and like before, she would likely be found wanting. Still, that tremor wasn’t all fear. After all, she was Kidanyr, daughter of Bluerider K’dan and Pinkrider Lyr. There was excitement, too. Excitement so strong it roiled in her belly and made her feel a bit ill.

Her bicolored eyes would follow the movement, as whers and candidates did as they did. A quick glance would be sent to he stands, but she knew she would not find anyone waiting for her. She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. She had to distract herself. Her eyes would widen as she caught better sight of the copper. She was a majestic creature despite how small she was. Beautiful in so many ways. She had a proud mane, like some wild feline, and the sight of her took Kidanyr’s breath away.

Though she did not hope the copper would go to her. She knew she was not fit to lead.

Her nails would bite into the palm of her hand as the copper made ehr way over to the girls. When she stopped before a candidate, Kidanyr nodded solemnly. Surely a good choice. Still, she flinched when the copper’s ire rose and she attacked the girl. Pointedly, Kidanyr looked away until the impression was made. The knife on her belt felt even heavier.

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Syrene ‘Ooh’d softly at the sight of the copper. She was quite stunning, wasn’t she? Not just an eye catcher, she was probably a firecracker to boot. Syrene almost wished she was on those sands. Almost. As it were, she was there to support Nym.

A cautious glance would be sent to Raisk as she was in the stands, the girl not wanting to upset the red in anyway. She knew there was a baby up here. She had heard it’s little claws tiptapping away. Yet Syrene was pointedly keeping her eye on the sands.


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A boy came to stand beside him, and he was aware, but un-moving. In his peripheral vision, he could see him, and saw his mouth move, saw the words, and said nothing. Still, he had seen them...was it so much about luck, then? You either bonded or not. Were attacked or not. Luck had very little to do with it, in the young man's mind. Was it luck that had kept him alive? No, it had been his awareness, his learning, his skills. He noticed people tended to say that often. Good luck. Well, he supposed it was meant as some kind of blessing, and it was likely meant to be kindly given. Still, the sentiment had little effect on him, when it was said. He didn't understand nor appreciate it in the way most would. Who had this, though?

For a brief moment, his hard stare met the other candidate. He was younger, still under eighteen. There was even a child on the sands. Still, he was twelve when he'd been lost. She was likely around that age, but he was willing to bet a turn or two older. Underestimating someone because they appeared young was foolish, he knew. She was here, same as the rest of them. A distraught looking young woman nearer the back, and he knew not why she appeared so. Today was possibly her future in the making. It was not the time to be distraught, or to let such paltry things as emotions catch her off guard when there were young beasts who might attack with hardly any provocation.

The copper, it was bonded. Good, one less to threaten the safety of the warm bodies on the sands. That one was beautiful, in her way, but dangerous--perhaps more than the one to come next. He had no idea she was the first of her color here. Yet he recognized that this one, this iron colored beast, was not. Ah, a fine creature, that one. He watched it, for the black seemed harmless, with a fixed gaze. The greatest threat now, was it. He was prepared to not bond today, should it come to this. That was fine, there were so few eggs, and once more, he did not believe in luck. Simply that what was going to happen, would. This was no time for pointless banter, either. They were here for a purpose, and he didn't understand why they risked themselves talking, or felt the need to. Silence was best, often, and unless someone addressed him, that was how he'd remain. Alert, and silent.

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She supposed it wasn't surprising that Eryonthi's brother brought the girl to her. She was sure he worried for her, same as made sense to Lia to do. But when he asked her to 'keep her safe', she felt a little swell of pride, for that. He was entrusting her with this, and she only hoped that she did not disappoint him. She would do her best, even though such a thing might prove hard. She wouldn't fail him, if she'd any power left to protect the girl who she'd taken a liking to that day. She didn't really believe in forming a friendship quickly, it was a foreign idea to her. Still, she did have more consideration and care for this girl than anyone else here, who she didn't know. It didn't mean she would not go to anyone who needed her aid. That was who she was, at the core. She would not let someone be harmed if she could help it. She nodded to Yonthevro, and answered honestly,

"I will do my best," for she hated a lie, and she was not able to promise him more than her best. She saw Thi reaching for her arm, and took the girl's hand, placing it on her arm. She was willing to bet she was feeling scared and alone. She couldn't see what was happening, so Lia decided she would do her best to be the girl's eyes. In a quiet whisper only Thi could hear, so as not to attract attention, she explained what was going on. "The queen hatched before we arrived, but she's copper, not gold. She's lovely, brilliant orange, almost more like fire, and with a mane of what looks like frills, almost, all down her. She's very lithe looking, kind of like Silmaug, but she looks strong. She's bonded Zel, just now. I don't know her, but I know her name and have seen her in the barracks." Then, an iron hatched, and she went on, "An iron colored one just hatched, and he's huge, solid like a rock. There's a black who is wandering the Stands, but he seems curious. I doubt he'll harm anyone. There are three eggs left to hatch, now, and a lot of candidates. If we don't bond today, don't worry. There will be other hatchings, and we will if we're meant to." No point saying that this was her fourth hatching, and she felt a little disappointment at the thought. Copper had chosen elsewhere, and yet she wouldn't allow herself to doubt that she was meant for a wher, too. She was still young, and she wouldn't age out. She was sure when she bonded, it would be to a wonderful, suitable wher that was everything she wanted and more. It didn't need to be a queen to be that.

Eryonthi's brother couldn't have known she didn't make friends easily, though not really by any choice of her own. She wasn't typically like others, and saw things in a different way. Questions were for asking, and she was not good with understanding why people got upset with her blatant honesty and the way in which she pointed things out, or fought to get them to better themselves. Still, this girl, too, was different. They'd found that much in common. It was easier for Lia to speak to Thi than to others, in part because she was blind, though Lia didn't realize it as such. Perhaps it wouldn't have mattered, since Thi didn't take offense to her questions, but answered them. She didn't have to have the confusion of not understanding why someone was annoyed or upset with her for being honest or asking things that were deemed, perhaps, private. No, the wastewanderer girl was definitely a well-matched friend, even if Lia was not at the point she understood that they were headed that way, or that Thi might have already thought her that. That alone would have surprised her.
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Someone walked in to him, which made Olli flip around. His response may have been overdramatic but the boy was already super jumpy, and on edge. Back to the wherlets, Olli looked into Zaephor's face, trying to decide if the other boy was any better off than he. He looked about ready to hurl, but Olli couldn't help feeling his own face was reflected in the others. Ollivander opened his mouth to say something to the other boy, but by the time he gathered himself another individual-a girl-came along and began to speak to the young man. Stepping off to the side politely, Olli watched and waited. The little black had worked his way up into the Stands, and was careening about up there. Was his bonded up there? Olli watched him, large blue eyes keeping track of the blacks movements.

It was about this time that the tall young man was approached by another. The dark-skinned woman spoke directly to him, which caused Olli to peer down at her curiously. Had she heard his wail regarding his knife? She must have. He was again struck with the realization that he didn't belong here as he listened to the woman's surety. She was, in all likelihood, exactly the kind of person the whers were looking to bond to. She looked tough, seemed confident, and he... well... Olli did his best to cast his parents chastisement from his head, knowing that it wouldn't do to have his focus even more clouded. He was already panicking.

She seemed to know much more than he did, at any rate. Despite having grown up in the Weyr he had done his best to forget that there were other creatures living among Dalibor's walls. How does one forget the presence of a dragon? Not easily. "R-right," he stuttered, feeling stupid that, after all she'd said, that was all he came up with in reply. "O-oh, thank you. Um... I don't think it'll be necessary." At that he nodded, trying his best to seem like he knew what he was saying. He wasn't going to impress here-not today. Her concern reddened his cheeks. He suddenly felt like a child again, and so he folded his hands before him, standing at attention.

The Copper Queen was on the move. She was regal, and... moved with purpose? If it was possible that such a thing could be true, Olli would have been sure that Zelsk was capable of it. Her approach, right up to Zel, made Olli quirk a--oh lord! What was happening? Olli gaped in horror as the Copper bit the girl viciously. He looked away, covering the side of his face with a hand. "Shards... what the-," he gasped. That was exactly what he didn't want! He had managed to turn himself right back around, back once more to the wherlets. He missed the Iron hatch, far too focused on the urge to run. He tried to ignore the fact that someone like Malika was standing next to him, instead flicking his gaze back over to Zaephor. "I hope that girls okay," he whispered, oblivious to the fact that it was the young mans sister.

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Riven wasn't having a good time of things. Nothing had happened upon the Sands, yet, but she straight-up wasn't having it. A young man came to sidle in next to her, and questioned her near immediately. "Live," really? What did he possibly know about life? Emerald green eyes shifted to the right, regarding him, but just barely. "Are you?" Seemed like a perfectly acceptable response. She didn't need to be called out, or made fun of, or any of the mean or nasty things that the boy likely had planned to do or say. People at Dalibor didn't know the first thing about her, yet they spoke to her as if she were a child. She didn't need their indignation, or pitying stares. She could handle things for herself, and so she fully intended to.

It was best that the boy leave her alone, what with the dour state she was already in. She had already been knocked over, figuratively speaking, and so the last thing she needed was a good kick. Her resentment towards the Weyr, and presently everyone in it, may have been misplaced and yet she was beginning to wonder whether a truly kind being resided anywhere within Dalibor's walls. Hold-life was much more simple, and the people there were much more carefree and welcoming. Riven had done her best to be helpful to several upon arriving at Dalibor, and she had been met solely with contempt. Fine. That was fine.

The Copper wherlet impressed, but she didn't raise her eyes to see. Had she, she would have recognized the girl whose leg the creatures jaws were secured around. The black was still racing about the Stands, not that she had bothered to look his way either. It was entirely possible that she was ruining this event for herself, but far be it from Dhiren, or anyone else, to tell her so. All she could think about was a dark-haired dragon candidate, her words, and her scorn. I did nothing wrong, she kept telling herself. She hadn't. She never did.

When the Iron hatched, she stared dead ahead. In the throng of candidates there was a break, which gave her a quick peek of the wherlet's boulder-like form. While wasn't he an accurate representation of her present mood? The new copper-handler finally caught her attention. "Zel..." she spoke quietly to herself, sounding fairly surprised. Well, her life was about to change. Whether that was for the better, or for the worse, it was hard to say. Snorting, which wound up sounding more like a puff of air than an actual snort, Riven looked back to the Iron wherlet whilst saying nothing to her candidate companion.

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She dared not move. She barely breathed. Zel focused on her heartbeat as she watched the copper queen maneuver through the sands. The wheret moved with purpose, as if driven by a quiet urgency. A need to find her bonded. No second-guessing or hesitation. Thorny wings were held aloft, a crown suited for her dangerous splendor and dignity. Could anything else be expected of a queen? They were supposed to be leaders and though the color of her hide was copper instead of gold, it made her no less a natural born matriarch. Those that stepped from the shards of gilded shells knew their duty. It was...enviable. If only humans were a little more like that, born knowing in their core what their purpose in life would be, and whether they would be one of the few to rise above the rest.

So focused on her breathing and her awe, Zel scarcely realized how close the copper came until she was tapping a claw on her robes. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched, she lost control over her heartbeat. It leapt into a frantic race. Her robe was torn. The copper noted something about how it was good that the children were safe, then suddenly seemed enraged by the fact. Was the queen going to maul her for this perceived insult? Zel knew better than to run. No matter how frightened she felt, fear would only make things worse. The last thing she needed was to turn her back on and try to run from an angry queen. That was asking for trouble. She shoved down the instinct to flee and rationalized the situation as quickly as she was able. The queen had walked straight to her, took offense to her armor alone...and bit her. She wasn't able to fully form her reassurances to herself before jaws clamped around around her ankle where the armor wasn't layered as effectively.

The knife clutched in her hands dropped to the sand.

Zelsk. They were Zelsk. Copper queen and bonded. For now and forever.

Her knees felt weak and near buckled. Dazed, she airly echoed the copper queen's declarations, "Yes. Worth all things. We are forever." Did they remain on the sands now? Did they step away? She couldn't remember. Zelsk had to hungry. Hatchlings were always hungry. Green eyes flickered up. There was an iron on the sands now. A mountain of a wheret, no doubt he would grow into a massive, lumbering beast. No one had been bonded or bloodied aside from her. She glanced to the side. Zaephor was staring at her, ghost white but smiling. He was proud and happy for Zel, but he'd be lying if he claimed he wasn't horrified as well. She was a wherling now.

She glanced to Zelsk, who was appraising the sands.

Faintly, her father's dismissal bled into her thoughts. The way he shoved her towards the Searchrider in order to get rid of his oldest, useless female child. Despite all she'd done, she could never prove her worth to him. Now...now she had a whole weyr to which to prove her worth. The copper didn't even allow her to question it.

We will be worth all things Zelsk repeated, allowing for no hesitance or protest. They were Zelsk. And Zelsk would not contemplate or abide by self-doubt. The copper started towards the back of the sands, where wherlings would soon gather as they bonded. Come. We eat. We watch.

At the mention of eating, Zel nodded. She wanted nothing to do with what the whers were fed, but it didn't surprise her that the queen wished to fill her belly now that she had made her choice. However, even her hunger did not take precedence over her careful watch over the hatching. It was evident she was already thinking of how the best prove herself and gain the respect she desired. Zel felt a strange wave of comfort. They would work hard. Neither shied from their duty. Though she wasn't quite sure how the other queen would take to her duty of egg watching being impeded on by a hatchling. Old habits were hard broken. Zel wasn't one to step on toes, but she might just need to change her ways to satisfy her bonded's expectations.

Chin held high against the throbbing pain in her ankle, she did her best to keep in stride with Zelsk. She paused only long enough to fetch the unused knife she dropped, its unmarred blade glinting unsteady palms. Upon reaching their destination, she quietly requested a food bucket. Already, Zelsk had settled on her haunches, gazed fixed on the unhatched eggs, looking regal and delicate yet eerily lethal all at the same time.

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He nodded to Shae, too caught up in his nerves to speak. Though he did find the ability to cast her a playful wink before returning his full attention to the hatching.

Zaephor held his breath. A copper queen and an iron king were upon the sands; a black fighter was sneaking around trying to escape said sands back into the stands. So far he was blessedly ignored. There was no violence, no pain. Maybe this would be a calm hatching were no one was hurt beyond the cuts needed to bond the whers. He watched the queen as she made her way towards someone. She evidently knew who she wanted. He blinked. Oh Faranth! Zel. She was going to attack Zel! He made a somewhat pained noise at the back of his throat that he desperately swallowed down. He watched as the queen ripped her robe and...and...bonded her. With that sickening bite, she bonded to his little sister.

Zel was a wherling now. Quiet, unassuming Zel, with her duty-over-self manner, was bonded to a queen. He smiled. It was hard, but he smiled. She would change. Who could remain the same with that heavy of a weight thrust upon your shoulders? He had no doubt that she would thrive. Zel wanted responsibility. She craved a chance to feel useful. Grabbing onto a thin thread of bravado, he thought to himself, 'The queen could have chosen no one better.' It was then that he realized that the gangly boy he'd walked into had spoken to him. He tilted his chin haughtily, grasping desperately at his brave facade.

"That is my sister," he stated. "And she is fine. Look."

Already Zel was on the move, a hitch to her step, but keeping in stride with the copper queen.

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Malika knew a lack of confidence when she saw it. The boy's words surely confirmed that he had no expectations for himself today. That saddened her, yet one could only lead a runner to water, not make it drink. Well, she had seen young people come into themselves. It would take time, and a better understanding of what his strengths were. Whatever had set his feet along this path, he was here, and it was his journey. He would make it, for better or worse. Still, she would do her best to build up, as her grandparents had taught her to do, and have patience with ones such as this. After all, they needed it most, did they not?

"Do not be so certain. Perhaps not this day, but a day will come. It is not over yet," she added, as she watched the copper make its way past her, and go to another candidate. A fine bonding! She did not know the girl, but since she was chosen, she must have been worthy of that choice. Congratulations were not in order for now, but it would be respectful to make one later, when this was done. She gave the boy a hearty pat on the back. Though he was taller than she, it mattered not. He was still young, perhaps under sixteen turns. A child, but only in word. It was good he had time to learn, and to grow. Such things were important. Should he make the bond, she would be glad to bear witness to it. He seemed he could use such a thing to bolster him.

Whether or no he thought he would need her knife, if the time came, she would give it. Malika only smiled when the copper bit Zel. It was a strong wher, and that was good. It was what this Weyr would need. The boy was squeamish, was he? Well, that, too, could be overcome in time. She hoped that should a wher come to him, he might have the courage to make the cut for himself. Otherwise, it was likely he would be bitten, or things would go poorly for him. There was an iron on the sands, now, and the young woman's breath hitched at the sight of him. Another fine wher, and to whom might he go? An iron was a good omen. It would also bring strength to this Weyr. It was exciting to be here, seeing this from the sands, rather than the Stands. Perhaps she might not bond, but this experience would be one she would write about and treasure in her heart, for it was a good one!

She overheard his words to the male candiate beside him, and it told her something else about him: his heart was good. He cared for someone he did not seem to know. That was good. That was important. If he should bond, that would be an asset to the Weyr, to have a young man who cared for the well being of others. Wherhandlers were protectors. He might find his calling in the protection of others. She was certain the girl would be fine. It was only a bite, and not somewhere vital. It would hurt, but sometimes it had to hurt if it was to be worthwhile.

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Dhiren shrugged and smirked wryly, replying lightly, "I think so. Can never be too certain. Life." She clearly had a chip on her shoulder, but he hadn't put it there. Something, or someone, had. He didn't owe her a thing, and if she felt like pissing rain while at the hatching, he wasn't the sort who cared enough about what she chose to do that he was going to try and change her mind. She was clearly lost in some place in her head all her own. The way she was staring out at the sands, he wasn't sure she was even really there at all. Or didn't want to be. No one was forcing her to be here. People did things they didn't want to do all the time. Sense of duty, or no other choice, or perhaps they didn't think they had anything else to be doing. He knew well enough when someone wanted to be left alone, and far be it from him to try and change her state of mind. It probably wouldn't have worked, and been a waste of breath. So, he wasn't even going to acknowledge the snark, or bait it.

He raised an eyebrow a little when she spoke, having caught the word, and the brief sound that followed. Well, that was interesting. She had either been surprised or unhappy about the bond that had just been made. Did she think their new queenhandler a bad choice, or was she merely surprised by it? He didn't know a single person here, really. He might have briefly met and exchanged some words, but nothing that left a lasting impression on him. He stood beside the girl simply watching. An iron? Well, someone was going to have their day made, weren't they? That would be one shells of a bond. He wasn't sure what would happen here today. For better or worse, if you didn't bond, nothing changed. If you did, everything did. Still, some people got upset when they didn't. Never made much sense to him when they did. You weren't any worse off, and while he understood that people wanted Impression or bonding badly, at least with bonding, you didn't age out. Plus, if you were meant for something else, why bother trying to be something you weren't? He watched the black's antics. Harmless enough, seemed like. The iron was currently the one to watch, unless they ended up with something fierce on the sands. That could happen, certainly. Even though the copper had up and bonded so quickly, didn't mean those eggs weren't full of surprises. Maybe not all pleasant.
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Eryonthi smiled gratefully as Lia guided her to the other girl's arm. "Thank you," she whispered, keeping her voice quiet so she would not disturb others around her. She was grateful to have the presence of someone familiar next to her. Though they had only known each other a short time, she had come to consider Lia a friend and she hoped she felt the same. She trusted Lia would at least warn her if any angry hatchlings came their way. Then she was confident she could get out of the way. Nothing was wrong with her legs after all. She did hope nothing would happen though. Yonthevro would probably do something stupid and get himself hurt if she were in trouble. She regretted a little asking him to let her stand by herself with the other girls. But she wanted him to see that he didn't have to worry about her. He wasn't going to achieve any of his own dreams if she kept holding him back.

She heard Lia's quiet voice discribing what was happening and Eryonthi's smile grew. She hadn't expected that. Now she didn't have to wonder at what was happening. She latched on to each word as her mind supplied the images. She had never seen a wher, but she had seen a dragon once and could imagine what they were like. She could almost see the copper queen, coming acrossed the sands to her chosen handler. From the noise, she hoped everything was alright, but Lia probably would have mentioned if something went wrong. "She sounds beautiful," she murmured in agreement and awe. The girl, Zel, must be proud to have bonded her.

She nodded in understanding to Lia's last statement. She wasn't worried about whether she bonded to a wher today. It was a big step for her just to be here. Still, she did hope Lia might find a wher of her own sooner, rather than later. Eryonthi would miss her, but felt she deserved that honor as much as any now standing around them. Perhaps more. After all, Eryonthi didn't know the others nearly so well. She wonder how much patience it must take to trust that the right wher or dragon would come to you. How long had Lia been waiting? She wanted to ask, but now did not seem like the right time. For now, there were still five little whers out there. She hoped they found their handlers as easily as the first had.

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The copper had gone and bonded to another girl, but Nym was fine with that. It was dandy to imagine, when you were a kid, bonding to a queen. The reality of it was that now all eyes would be on that girl, and her new copper. So, while she thought it was good it had bonded, she didn't envy her in the least. Responsibility was a big, life changing thing. No matter what anyone here got, they were about to find that out. She figured she was as good as any here to handle it. She was made of tough stuff, after all! She didn't look away as the girl was bit, just watched her curiously. She looked downright proud of herself, and probably just about anyone would be, Nym figured. It was how it went in a Weyr run by a hierarchy based on what you got. Now that girl was going to be some kind of leader. People would have to show her respect just because of that copper. It was an interesting enough thing, that. Respect because you got chosen by some dragon or wher, because their hide was some kind of color. She understood it, but she didn't really get it in the other sense. She figured she'd earn hers, and had done, in the past.

Because the copper had gone and bonded with the girl, the black was the only one on the sands. At least for a moment. Then an iron hatched out, and Nym had to admit he looked pretty impressive--even if he was going to lay about like a lump after he hatched. Well, better that than going on and attacking people. So far, so good. She wasn't naive enough to believe it had to stay that way. Still, no maulings were the best kind of maulings. She couldn't help watch the black as he climbed into the Stands. What in Faranth's name was he doing? Was there someone up there for him? Maybe. They, like dragons, had been known to Stands bond. Still, he didn't seem to be real quick about choosing anyone. Just like he was inspecting. As it was, she was looking away from the sands, and somehow managed to incidentally spot a familiar face in the Stands. Was that Syrene? She couldn't have guessed the girl was there to see her. Never would have guessed it. Still, the fact that someone was in the Stands that she actually knew, and who knew her, was a little bit nice. Even if she didn't realize she was happy about it, just a little, she was.

Then her eyes were back on the clutch, chastising herself for watching the harmless seeming black when there was a huge iron, and a few eggs left that hadn't hatched. If something crazy came rushing out, no way she wanted to be caught off guard. She had had a moment to see the others on the sands. There were more people than there were whers. Normally it was that way. They wanted a good selection for the whers to choose from. Still, the copper had already chosen, so she bet Norla was happy for that. She didn't know the girl, Zel, but she had a good head for names and so she remembered what she was called. Probably the new wher was Zelsk or Zesk. She had told Syrene that she would have preferred Nysk for a boy and Nymerisk for a girl. What would her wher, if she got one, actually call itself, though? Didn't they pick? She recalled the candiatemaster saying they did. Well, no matter. One down, five left to go.

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The copper had bonded, to a girl. Well, that danger was past. The black looked harmless, and much smaller and not as deserving of wariness as the iron that hatched next. Though it just lay there, un-moving, he knew a wild creature often lay still before it pounced. He, for one, would not be undermining it. The boy at his side wasn't speaking, and for that he was at least glad. Words here wouldn't do anything save draw attention that he, for one, didn't want. If a wher came his way, he wished it to be because he'd been chosen and had a new life-bond. He watched it, and the rest of the eggs, silently. There were three left to hatch, all smaller than the copper and iron had been. Still, there might be surprises in those shells. Nothing was certain until it happened, after all.

Watching from this kind of vantage point was very different than watching in the wilds. There, you were in fear for your life, since the whers were adults. Here, it was wariness, and a respectful level of concern, and nothing else. Still, the memories of those times kept his adrenaline rushing through his veins. He was so used to having to fear what was out there, that it was hard to make his mind have his body recall that he was not in real, mortal danger right now. It was still fight or flight mode, even when it should not be. His day to day life was wariness, and mistrust, as well as being prepared to defend himself or his life at any given moment. That he had constant food, clothing, and even a certain shelter was almost too easy a thing. At times it seemed almost boring. He still hunted for himself, and did for himself, as much as he could. Yet it had not been the same. He longed for more purpose, and if he didn't bond today, he would certainly have to figure out how to gain that until he did. He had no friends, spoke little to anyone, and had no desire for those things, really. He wanted to better understand people, and felt like a foreign outsider here, yet he could not seem to get on the same page as them. They looked at him like he might look at a wild animal, and he knew that this was mostly how he was perceived by them. He'd seen people look at criminals that way, he supposed. People that were dangerous. Well, he was, if it came down to technicalities. Still, not to them. Not unless threatened. Now, as he watched the clutch, he realized that this might be something that would eventually be forced into rectification. Not today, perhaps. Yet if he bonded, or someday, certainly.
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Zanii sighed dreamily to herself, 'Aww, they're so cute when they're little!' Zansk's green eyes swiveled from where they had been intently watching the hatching to instead fall upon his grinning handler. 'The wherets? Or hu-man babies?' The woman giggled back as if the answer was obvious. Maybe it was, considering how well the black knew his handler. 'Why, both of course!' Feeling pleased with herself, the Candidatemaster laced her fingers together and pulled her hands tight against her chest. She kept them there, holding her breath, as the newly hatched copper queen began to make her move. Ooo, which one of her babies was going to be the chosen one? Who was it going to be?

"Eeeeeeee-" If anyone was wondering what that high-pitched squealing noise in the background was, that would be an excited Zanii who couldn't control herself screeching up and down in joy as the first bond to one of her candidates was made. The woman was rocking back and forth on her heels, beaming all the while, until Zel had made it to the feeding buckets. Then she forced herself to calm down- more or less. Zansk tsked softly, head shaking in imitation of the human mannerism. 'You distract them, maybe.' Her bright smile turned sheepish. 'Sorry, love. It just felt like our first time again.' Zansk curled his long tail around one of Zanii's legs and blinked lovingly at her. 'Zansk know.'

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Kaizre's eyes fell on the shattered pieces left behind of the smallest egg. Gone. He traced the murmurs to the black in the stands. Troublemaker. He was smiling on the inside as the little wheret caused his superiors some grief by choosing to forsake the sands once again for the curiosity of the watching weyrfolk. The candidate wasn't worried; the black had an entourage that would ensure his safety as he paraded through the spectators. The boy did wonder if the black hadn't found someone acceptable among the candidates though. While bonds to non-candidates did happen, they were rare. Kai couldn't say for sure due to Dalibor's odd reputation whether they were more common at Dalibor or not.

Kai stilled as the copper queen descended towards the candidates. While she was lovely, he needed little reminder to know that she was also quite dangerous. In a way, that only made her more beautiful in his eyes. A new feeling struck the young man then: she didn't have to hide anything. The copper was truly powerful in a way that only whers of her kind could be. Great, he was jealous of a wher. Kaizre watched quietly as the queen made her way over to the girls's side, pausing briefly in front of one dark-haired candidate in particular. Then the copper struck. Immediately, his muscles tensed, body locking into place as his mind screamed, No, don't hurt her! But he didn't move. He wasn't supposed to move. He might only put her in more danger if he did something stupid like rush straight towards those wicked claws of promised death. Kaizre knew the consequences better than most having been privy to the death of one foolish candidate who had thought to place himself in front of a charging bronze. Needless to say, it hadn't ended well for him.

As it turned out, Kai shouldn't have worried. He wasn't witnessing a mauling, but the beginning of a bond. He exhaled slowly and resumed his watch of the unhatched eggs. Please be safe. Wait- another egg was broken. The candidate blinked. Where- iron? Well, an iron doing a pretty good impression of a rock. Okay then. Kaizre eyed the candidate standing next to him, wondering if he too was looking at the iron, only to be startled to find the other candidate staring back at him instead. Uhhh. Kaizre didn't dare lower his gaze now that contact had been made, but instead lifted his chin a little higher to compensate for his shorter height. Tough guy, huh? Well, he could be tough too. Kai had always felt a little ridiculous doing this whole posturing thing, but it had its place in the system. While he allowed himself to blink, he wouldn't look away until the other did or something else distracted him. Such was the way of dominance as taught by the boys of his youth.

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