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 A Wild Patina, SP:17 {Wild Clutch Hatching}
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 Posted: Apr 22 2017, 12:03 AM
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The fact that there was only one Queen wher, one from the Palefolk base raid at that, wasn’t lost on Tarele and was glad to hear that another Golden egg was on the sand. Not as glad as he would have been if Nevisk was the one to lay it considering the fact that there had only been one Dalibor bred Gold in its history. It was better than an adult Gold being transferred in due to the lack of competent Goldhandlers, though it was a Bronzehandler in charge right now.

When the Hatching of the partial clutch consisting of the wild Queen egg and a few clutchmates was announced the Pridesecond was more than willing to drop what he was doing if temporarily to go to the a Hatching sands. Once he was in the stands he had a good look at the Queen wher on the sands, and it wasn’t exactly the colour he or any other wherhandler was really expecting, considering the fact that she looked closer to Copper than Gold. Though Copper showed up in both Dragons and firelizards it had been turns since and he and most likely several other people would’ve thought that if it was going to appear in whers at all it would’ve been turns ago but by all appearances she was a Copper.

The Copper didn’t take all that long to decide, choosing one of the recently transferred in wher Candidates. Well at least the other Weyrs couldn’t complain about Dalibor breeding new colours, after all this was a gift from the Southern Continent and reportedly a Wild clutch at that.

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As an unfamiliar voice floated into her mind Cami bolted towards her room to grab her robes and armor. Oh how she loathed the idea of wearing the clunky armor - at Eastern it had never been required! With more than a few hatchings under her belt she felt confident the armor wasn't needed; certainly if she skipped it she would be the first to the sands and that was all the motivation she needed. Doing her best to look uncomfortable so she might pass as having armor under her robe she frowned as she realized the Candidatemaster's wher was right there. Perhaps if she could sneak out of the line of Candidates... but as she turned to do just that a greenhandler stepped up next to her. "Looks like you forgot your armor, Vessk will be happy to escort you back to the barracks for it." Nudging the girl's hip with her bulky head Vessk crooned and hurried Cami along - the green was friendly enough but she didn't want to miss too much of the hatching!

Copper hatch, know? Vessk offered as Cami struggled to slip off her robe and pull her armor on. Once she was done with the armor she pulled the robe back on, ripping in the process, "Shards and shells!" Babies no care. Hurry now. Another bump of her head against the girl as she herded her back towards the hatching sands - Cami dismayed as she realized she was no longer one of the first candidates on the sands. Instead she was the last. Out of breath from rushing about she fell in line with the others just in time to watch wide eyed as the awe inspiring copper wher passed right by her for Zel. Though her face fell she took a deep breath and stood up taller; she had come to Dalibor because she sensed she had a good shot of finding her match here. Just because the copper was not hers did not mean she didn't still have a shot even if it would have been nice to impress the very first copper.

Outside the hatching sands Vessk paced back and forth. Her duty with the candidate was done and now she was impatient and stopped to poke her head inside from time to time. Go watch. She followed this request with a snort but Vessa smiled and shook her head, "Not this time, we have a job to do. No young children and no holdfolk, we don't want to let the Alphahandler down." To this Vessk offered no reply but instead sat back on her haunches looking rather put off by the whole ordeal.

At the other entrance to the sands Norla and Norsk stood guard. Though she had no real reason to believe that any would go against her wishes, she did not want to offer up the opportunity for any to do so. A yawn stole across her face as she leaned against the stone wall peeking inside while musing quietly to her wher, "I wonder if Lady Irohvyne would have brought the clutch to us if she had known that one was a copper and not a gold." Norsk laid out across the corridor so any wishing entry had to wait for him to move to get by, unless they planned to jump over him. Peering up at his he gave a soft croon, Grateful to Lady. Copper make whers better, new blood good. Leaning down she scritched over his eyeridges, "Yes, I suspect we are all very grateful - though that none more so than the new copper wherling." A smile spread across the handler's face as she watched from the entry as the copper blooded her chosen girl. Thus far the rest of the clutch seemed to be dormant with the exception of the black who seemed more interested in watching people than impressing to one. Be careful. No be getting hurt. Norsk offered to the small black from his spot as a speedbump in the corridor.

Though the other eggs seemed dormant there was a flurry of unseen activity. One egg in particular seemed to take exception to the presence of the copper but didn't seem ready to hatch - no that one needed a little more time. Content to remain inside its egg next to its boulder-like sibling the egg gave a small shudder but otherwise remained perfectly still. Instead the two eggs settled before the boulder-wher began to tremor ever so slightly. These minute tremors continued for some time, promising that something splendid was about to happen... only to suddenly be still once more. A few more tense minutes passed with no movement from any of the eggs until the one nestled directly before the boulder-wher suddenly burst open. Egg shards exploded away from the now visible wherlet as he shook some of the egg goo off of his squat form. Blinking first with his left eye then his right his face was split in two as he gave a wide yawn, displaying a wide mouth full of sharp teeth - dangerous despite his somewhat comical and docile appearance might first suggest.

An awkward lumbering walk saw him approaching the bright white things. He wasn't sure what they were but they were interesting. Tilting his head to the right he watched them for a moment - his copper sister had picked one. Was that what he was meant to do? Leaning his head back slightly he caught sight of his eldest sibling. Well if his black brother hadn't gone off with one of the white clad things then maybe he didn't want to. That might upset someone though, they did all look eager and happy to see him. Plopping down on his haunches he looked from one candidate to the next. There were so many of them and only one of him, who was he supposed to choose? There was something about that one that seemed more like him than the others. He was wild too - but hopefully not too wild because Lykask had a lot of plans for His; plans that included others.

Luck be good for Lykaois! Off his haunches the stout blue lumbered towards His, stubby wings pointing straight up though they served no real purpose. It was evidence by the lack of any real webbing that he would never be able to get off the ground without being carried by a dragon. Opening his wide mouth his teeth flashed in the dim light but rather than rooting around to try and blood His himself he waited patiently for the young man to put his knife to use, Think too much of death. Today about life! See Zelsk? She be good queen Lykask think.

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Personality:
Lykask is happiest when there is little to no conflict. It really just isn't his thing. Though he is capable of arguing when required, something that will likely happen frequently with His, he would much rather compromise to see things settled without things becoming heated. Why worry about fighting or arguing when it is so much nicer when everyone happy? That is not to say he doesn't understand that there is a time and place for conflict; make no mistake, Lykask is willing to cause bodily harm to others if the situation deems it necessary. Any risk to Lykaios' life will be met with a rage that the stubby wher looks incapable of mustering. While he prefers a more docile and zen lifestyle he is still a wher and others should be mindful of that fact.

Nearly as steadfast as many irons are known to be this blue is an accomplished listener as well as a great purveyor of advice. His best advice to His will likely be repeated time and time again until Lykaios relents and realizes that Lykask is right. Very invested in the feeling of being part of something bigger, Lykask will always be interested in lending a hand to others and will try to promote a similar charitable feeling in His as well. Not prone to giving into his emotions he approaches most situations with a level head on his shoulders, wishing to see both sides of things before he acts. Though he will likely hit walls with His, Lykask knows deep down that Lykaios needs others and will do everything in his power to see His feel like he belongs.

It will not be uncommon for Lykask to bespeak other handlers and weyrfolkk instead of keeping his conversations limited to whers and dragons; people intrigue him because they are all so different. He is keen on trying to understand people for the sole purpose of wanting to understand what about them His dislikes. Drawing similarities between His and others is likely to be a pastime he keeps up throughout wherlinghood, though he may drop the habit as he ages. As long as things are calm and in order Lykask does well, when introduced to high stress or volatile situations he may need to lean on Lykaios more; change is not something he is well adapted to, though this too may change in time.

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There is something about Lykask's short and stout appearance that makes him almost relatable upon first meeting. Certainly he seems a bit more trustworthy than some of the rougher looking whers and it isn't until he opens his wide mouth that it becomes apparent he poses a real threat to those who cross him or His. Wide set eyes are just borderline comical with eye ridges that arch up to a soft point above each eye. Bulky and heavyset it will be up to His to ensure he keeps to a stricter diet than other whers so he maintains his muscle mass and does not slip over to the obese side. Front legs are slightly bowed outward giving him a lumbering walk which as a young wherlet will be nearly comical. As an adult he will look far more imposing, especially when he opens his wide mouth to show off his teeth. Bathed in a brilliant aqua blue his hide is vivid, no doubt it will stand out in all places except for perhaps the water. Spots and lines of pale cyan and mossy gray-green flow across his form with little rhyme or reason, his stomach and stubby wings the only areas of his body free of the markings. As an adult he will be 6'2" x 4'.


While all eyes were trained on the brilliantly blue hued wherlet the egg next to the one he'd left a shattered mess had cracked. Silently the almost serpentine looking hatchling had slipped out of her egg and circled back to hide behind the boulder-wher, keeping mostly in the shadow as if she were a great secret worth waiting for. Perhaps she was, she certainly seemed to think she was worth the wait at least. Laying her head against her sibling's back she peered at all the white clad people curiously, not quite ready to take the spotlight away from her clutchbrother's impression just yet. While the newly hatched wherlet was not one to steal the show the egg next to her and the iron was. The egg trembled before beginning to shake violently, thrashing about so vigorously that it toppled over away from its siblings. A long crack formed over the muddy colored shell and soon that lone crack was joined by a spiderweb of cracks. As the small cracks covered the entire shell suddenly it simply fell in on itself, crumbling away to reveal fire. Or rather a wherlet that looked very similar to a flame, one who felt she burned just as brightly as any dragon's flame could!

Stretching her limbs out one by one she paused only a moment to make sure all eyes were on her before she stretched out her wings. Oh was she so proud of them! Slowly working them up and down she made a spectacle of herself. Let them look! Let them admire her perfection and forget all about her copper sister; she was the real star after all!


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Kidanyr was still a bit shellshocked by the copper. She was just so pretty! And to think, she was on the sands for the first ever copper Wher! It wasn’t until after that she noticed that rock, or what she thought was a rock, turned out to be an iron. It was only by the slight movement of breathing that she could even tell he was alive.

Eggs shook and shuddered, and Kidanyr held her breath. Or at least, she tried to. This was the worst part. Waiting. She hated the waiting part. The suspense of a hatching was enough to tire her out. From what she could tell, there should be two whers, but one had escaped the sands before she took to them, so it was missing.

The blue’s sudden burst was enough to make her gasp. Wow! What a way to enter the world, right? Kidanyr bounced lightly on her feet as she watched. A blue would be nice, she could handle a blue. Something dependable, steadfast, yea, that would be nice. But he didn’t seem intent on impressing… Odd. So she stood there while he scrutinized them.

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Up in the stands, Syrene was slightly more interested in the wher in the stands. She could see him slipping about every now and then from the corner of her eye. Why was he up there? Didn’t he know he was supposed to be on the sands? Well, a stands impression wasn’t unheard of. Leaning back, Syrene looked towards the candidates and yawned a bit. Oh look, another impression. Good, but she was still tired.

Syrene might have actually closed her eye, snuck a few seconds of powernapping in if it wasn’t for the next egg to hatch. Oh my. Leaning forward in her seat, Syrene let out a low whistle. Look at that! How pretty!

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Kidanyr was the same. She was impressed by the little showmanship of the freshly hatched wher. Too bad she missed out on seeing the second sneaker.


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Kaios wasn't one to play boy's games. He knew what the teen was doing, and while it was beneath him to roll his eyes, he wasn't about to engage in a staring contest here on the sands and risk not one, but both of their hides. So, he held the gaze a moment, and then looked away. It didn't matter if he'd thought he'd won something in that. There was, in Kaios' mind, no real challenge or threat there. It was lucky for him he looked away, too, for he got to witness the hatching of what he couldn't have known would be his own wher.

It was a stout beast, reminding him of a kind of canine he'd seen, low to the ground, and with that same sort of walk. Then it yawned, and he was a little surprised to see just how many teeth were in that wide mouth--and wide it was. A bite from the blue would be nothing to laugh at, irregardless of its near comical, slightly bow-legged gait. It seemed to be surveying the candidates a moment. It, too, didn't appear as though it would be making an attack on them. He decided to dub it also 'not a threat', and watched the remaining eggs warily. Yet then the blue got up, and it was moving quite purposefully in his general direction. The markings on it were almost bio-luminescent, as he took time to notice as it got up closer. It was getting much, much closer. He let his fingers brush the hilt of the knife. It was moving as though it knew exactly where it was going. It stopped, right in front of...him?

Luck be good for Lykaois! Think too much of death. Today about life! See Zelsk? She be good queen Lykask think.

Not many things happened that were unexpected for the young man. His green-yellow eyes narrowed as the blue spoke into his mind. There was no mistaking what it wanted, with that wide, gaping mouth. He'd never seen a mouth so big, and with so many teeth. It was certainly...something. He didn't hesitate in making the shallow cut across his palm, and placed it, palm down, on the wher's thick tongue. That tongue was longer than he thought he recalled a wher's tongue being, and somewhat sticky. After he'd removed his hand, the bond was made, and he felt the connection grow in strength until it was as though he were sharing a mind with the blue. The blue, meanwhile, shook itself comically, short wings waggling, and then out came the tongue--only to slowly lick across its own eye. He'd never seen something so strange, but he didn't comment, merely looked at the beast quizzically. Well, it was going to be an...interesting...wherlinghood. He had not expected this. Life rarely gave you what you expected, however. That he knew.

You not expect? I do you a surprise! Great bamboozled!

Kaios shook his head and sighed audibly. Well, he wasn't wrong--though what 'bamboozled' meant, he had no idea. The wher was clearly pleased with itself, though, and swung its large head about as though looking for something. He felt a hunger that was not his own, and spotted Zenii waiting with the wherlet food. So did Lykask, however, and before his new bonded could even make a move, he was suddenly lumbering quickly as he could across the sands towards the buckets. Well, shards. Kaios muttered darkly under his breath, and loped after him, keeping low and catching up just in time to see the blue try and shove his entire sizable head into the bucket. It got stuck.

Mine HALP!

Kaios wasn't sure he ought to comply right away, but the blue was in a sad state. Even so, he was sticking his long tongue into the bucket and making slurping noises. Well, this was embarrassing. What kind of predicament had he gotten himself into? Going around to the other side, he grabbed the bucket and pulled, with Lykask scrabbling backwards, kicking up sand furiously. Shards, but he was making quite the scene! Was this how a wild and fierce wher was supposed to behave? He wasn't entirely sure what he was in for, as the wher came free with a loud 'pop!' and flew backwards, landing on his hindquarters with a dull 'thud'. He shook his head, and his tongue came out to lick his other eye slowly. Blinking one eye, and then the other, he stood, and lumbered over to the bucket again. This time he looked up at his, and demanded,

Done Lykask a great concern. You halp. Kaios looked at Zenii, feeling a little helpless all of a sudden. He had not expected this. Not at all. Still, the creature was...amusing. He supposed that it was a wher, and they'd sort it out, one way or the other. With his help, Lykask would be a fighting fit wher in no time. What he didn't know, is that Lykask was thinking that he would help his, not the other way around!


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Yonthevro was finding the wher hatching truly fascinating. It all seemed a little too haphazard for his liking. No wonder there had been so many warnings abour wearing armor, if the hatchling queen was anything to go by. That one certainly seemed to have a temper. But Eryonthi still safe with her new friend, so he allowed himself to relax a little. He watched as a few more of the eggs hatched. Whers might not be as amazing as dragons in his mind, since they couldn't truly fly, but he had to admit they were impressive.

The blue one had certainly made a grand entrance before it selected one of the other boys. Yonthevro wondered what the whers looked for when they chose people? Did they know he and his sister were strangers to this life? Or did they look for something far deeper than what could be seen or smelled? He still had so many questions and not enough answers.

The black one was still lingering and had made no move to choose as fast as its siblings. The larger, dark gray one also hadn't moved much yet. With so many people gathered, it didn't seem possible that they wouldn't find someone they liked. It would certainly be a shame if they didn't. He had heard that young whers were culled if they tried to go wild. It might seem harsh to many, but he could understand the reasons. A wild wher was likely dangerous and unpredictable. Life was full of harsh choices like that.

But it was likely too soon to worry about that. The young whers still had time to select a human to bond with. He hoped the rest chose as easily as the first two.
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As the copper moved about the sands, Raela felt herself watching it intently. In the back of her mind, she wanted it to pass her by but duty dictated that she try to entice it closer. Duty said she needed to have a clear mind to encourage it and yet as the copper passed, a thought came unbidden. Go it seemed to say. It would seem that the wher was not interested in her and Raela felt a strange sense of relief in her heart. Did she want to stay or did she want to leave? Honestly, the candidate had no idea what she wanted.

Her gaze shifted to the nest once more as she watched first an iron hatch and then a blue. The blue amused her if only because he seemed so awkward. He seemed... Well, if Raela were the type she would have said he almost seemed 'cute'. An unusual thought indeed. The candidate watched as the blue made his way across the sands and chose a newcomer.

Perhaps it was her thoughts pushing them away. Was it not part of their training to completely empty their minds? Normally she seemed so much more capable of such a thing but this night she felt at odds with herself. It might have had something to do with the Alphahandler questioning everyone about their intentions to stay. Dalibor was her home wasn't it? Yet she couldn't ignore the truth that she was failing her duties to her family.

Quite the dilemma.

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As the copper made her choice, Rayna couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Especially so once one of the other hatchlings made an appearance. It would seem that Dalibor had a tendency to have reds and coppers hatch in the same hatching. Well a red hued wherlet anyway. Rayna assumed she must have been but oranges could be quite similar in appearance. She folded her arms and cast her gaze on the clutch. Well, it would be interesting to see what mutations came from the new Copper at least. Rumour had it that coppers were carriers of the mutations.

A smile passed over her face.

Tan whers. Ausk would have had something to say about that.

Still. There was always an interesting chance that they might be introduced into the species. Along with some of the other mutations found amongst the dragons. At least pinks were dependable, tough, resilient and less likely to murder people. If there ever happened to be a whole clutch of pinks on the sands, it would make Rayna happy.


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That was the problem, Olli wasn't certain he wanted the day to come. He couldn't be a messenger-boy forever, and his father was always pushing him to "be a man" and get over his fears. He didn't know what it was to "be a man," or even to conquer his lowliest of fears. He had been hoping that, today, he could conquer his greatest. He should have started off small. This step was far too big a step to take. "Thank you." What could he do but keep thanking her? He had nothing of value to say, and couldn't sort his head from his posterior end. As he shielded his eyes, and turned away from the sight of the copper sinking it's teeth into the younger girl, he chose to speak to the worst possible person (in that moment). "O-oh... Congratulations. Sorry. Congratula-," and at that he did as he was told, turning back to see whether or not the girl was truly okay. She proudly walked off the Sands with her life-partner, to which Ollivander watched in astonishment and awe. That's how it's done, he knew, and yet that could never be him.

Taken over by the urge to clap the candidate-boy did just so, glad that at least someone here had gotten their shards and shells together and was now on their way to a new life. Sneaking a peek at Zaephor, Olli noted that he looked somewhat less pale. Was he deriving strength from his sisters success? He looked proud. It must have been nice... to have someone be proud of you.

As the blue came to hatch, shattering his egg in the process, Olli watched the creature with wide eyes. He couldn't quite tell if it was a thing of nightmares, or, well, just something else entirely. It looked fierce, even with the added weight, and Olli couldn't keep himself from staring at the blues jaws. For Faranth's sake. That was one big mouth. He could probably fit right in there, gangly limbs and all. Giving his head a shake, Olli sidled to the left a bit as the wher passed in an effort to seek out his bonded. The boy he impressed to seemed just as, if not more, shocked. Olli couldn't help but avert his eyes at the bonding process. Squeamish, and disinclined to interrupt another's privacy, he kept his eyes front.

There were only two wherlets left to hatch. The Iron was still sitting there, all boulder-like, and the little black was still roaming the Stands ever so joyously. Was he going to be okay up there? Olli reserved a silent prayer for him, blinking up at the Stands. Then, the other two eggs began to rock and shake, and crack. The one to hatch first slipped away, out of sight, before anyone could sneak a peak. He or she decided to hide behind their boulder-brother, and so, to Olli, they were afraid. Ha, the idea of a wher being afraid... What a funny thing to think. Then the boy recalled Damarisk, in all her gentle fervour. They can feel too, he reminded himself, a pang of guilt tearing it's way through his gut.

The last egg hatched with such vehemence that Ollivander was stunned into silence. He stayed perfectly still, watching the flame-colored wherlet strut her stuff. She exercised her wings, and then posed for the crowd. Was she... orange? Maybe he was blind, but she looked orange. He had overheard that the Weyr's Oranges were proud, egotistical, creatures. Maybe not all, but a good few. Either way, she was a sight to behold. She was almost... pretty? Her copper-sister had been pretty also. Hm. Whers could be pretty, yeah. Worried more for the wherlet that was hiding, Olli leaned to the side, nearest Malika, in an attempt to sneak a peek.

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Riven didn't feel as if the boys reply deserved a response. He was trying to be smart-she had decided as much without knowing anything at all about his character. Since when have you been so judgmental? She wasn't, or at least, she wasn't before. Nothing was the same, and she'd decided, also, that she didn't want it to be. She had come to ascertain many things as of late and it was possible that she thought herself above the person she was but mere weeks ago. To think that a few unfortunate incidents and circumstances could ruin a persons life was unnerving, but Riven was well on the way to spoiling any good-naturedness she had left. Having been so dependent on the kindness of others she knew not what it was to stand on her own. She was naive, but not any more.

Dhiren had done nothing wrong, but if he expected to gain reassurances to that effect he would be left wanting. Riven, as stubborn as she was proving to be, allowed her gaze to roam over the Sands. She spared the briefest glance in the direction of Zel and her new life-mate, a touch of envy in her darkened eyes. Envy and jealousy were dangerous emotions if one allowed them to fester, or spawn further seeds of doubt.

A blue wherlet hatched and impressed, garnering little attention from the afflicted brunette. One egg was quick to hatch, and yet the wherlet inside hid. Curious. What could they possibly be hiding from? They had an entire group of people waiting on their choice. Could it be that the wherlet thought that those gathered weren't good enough, or was it that they thought no one on the Sands was good enough for them? The Riven of days come and past would have settled on the former.

All in all there was nothing interesting happening. The black was keen on roaming the Stands still, why Riven couldn't fathom. She didn't bother wasting her time wondering at him. When the last egg of the clutch hatched, the wherlet inside wasted no time. She was the star of the show, clearly. She worked her wings, earning an eyebrow raise from the girl. Then, she posed, desiring the attention of the crowd and those present on the Sands. "What a little shit," she muttered, undecided as to whether the flame-colored beast was worthy of the attention. Riven wasn't the sort to seek the limelight, at least, she didn't think so. Chances were she was wrong because selfishness was rooting itself deep into her soul.

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Some days, nothing goes as expected, and certainly not as planned. She had been dropped off late, since she was told the wher candidates would be on a night-time schedule. Cayden entered the barracks, blue eyes looking around her in confusion. There were certainly less people than she'd imagined wandering around, and she had yet to see another candidate. What on Pern was going on...? Perhaps they were at lessons? Well, it was a lesson she was going to miss, as she still had to go and hand in her transfer papers, and figure out which room in the barracks she'd be bunking in. She passed a list of names, and stopped briefly to scan it. There were quite a few candidates here. At least she wouldn't be at a loss of people to meet and perhaps get to know better. That wasn't so bad. Still, she could hardly believe she was here. She'd left. Left the only life she'd ever known, and decided to be a wher candidate. She wasn't even sure why. She hadn't been Searched, and couldn't think of a reason to be here as she'd never walked the tables. Whers were, in her eyes, as good as dragons. They were strong and they protected people. It wasn't healing, but then again, healing had been all that she'd ever done with her life. This was new. This was something she decided, for herself, and she'd be damned if she was going back now.

She walked into one of the rooms to see a drudge tidying up. It was clearly an empty one, but the woman looked surprised to see her, and her eyes went wide.

"Shells, girl! What are you doin' here? Th' hatching, it's already started!" The woman marched over to her, and grabbed her by the arm. Cayden made as if to protest, but she was literally being half-dragged by this woman, who was at least five foot ten and looked like she might be a bit rotund--it was pure muscle!--and shockingly strong, while the woman seemed to go on a tirade and she tried to process exactly what was going on! "You'll be lucky if'n'you don't miss it all together. What are you thinkin', not hurrying ye' ass into there? Shards alive, girl!" Cayden attempted to speak, but didn't manage much.

"H-hatching? I didn't mean--" The robust woman cut her off, and her mouth clapped shut. What was going on? Surely hatching didn't mean whers...it couldn't--could it? She tried to stop and was given a yank, and in no time at all they were at the entrance to the sands, and Cay was roughly pushed through. "You've no dress for it, but good luck! You're gonna' be need'n it!"

And that was how Cayden came to be on the sands, just in time to see a blue shove itself face first into a bucket and get stuck, wide eyes staring around frantically and trying to grasp what was going on. Oh Faranth. She was at a hatching. A wher hatching. On the sands. She had no armor. No knife. No robes. She stood there shell-shocked, as it were, and looked beside her. There was a girl there, and a young man beside her who raised an eyebrow at her. Shaffitshaffitshaffitshaffit...this was not how it was supposed to be! She had only just gotten here, she shouldn't even be here. Her mind racing, she tried to process things, and only managed to open her mouth and close it, realizing that she was here, and there was nothing she could do. There were whers on the sands. A big iron one. She heard scrabbling and her head whirled around to see a black in the stands, before she looked at the girl beside her, and then out at the sands, and thought just how messed up this all was.
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It was quiet.

Something could be said about the quietude of night, but for Oreanda it meant something much more; most of the dragons were sleeping. Their voices were no longer a constant pressure inside her head. Oh she had learned to be respectful over the turns in the Weyr, but she was curious. Caring. In many ways it was hard for her not to want to listen. It also hurt when turns passed over and more and more familiar voices were gone. Even Valeath had now left the Weyr, the constant warm presence she had gotten so used to since she had first been brought by Tan Mith. Still, there was something about wher hatchings that were just perfect. They'd been on the heights rooting around near the Watchdragon, such an odd place to find a wher and his girl but since she could ask any passing dragon in the Weyr to take them, it was a place they could often be found. She simply couldn't get enough of Osk showing her the world.

Eggs break he commented, but it was almost unnecessary when the newborn Queen's thoughts reached them. Oreanda laughed softly, though her voice was carried away by the breeze teasing across the jutting rocks near the Star Stones. We should go see them, she suggested, but the great beast by her side needed very little encouragement to put in an appearance anywhere; for as dutiful as he was, he was no less proud for his colour. Unlike coming up, they needed absolutely no help getting down. She climbed onto his back and lay herself across the muscled spread of his spine, clipping herself into the harness he always wore. She did not have the luxury of sight to show her when trouble might occur. They had decided a harness--much like the dragons wore--would be best for their particular situation.

He waited until she was settled then jumped from the Weyrwall into the open air, for one brief moment she had a sickening sense of free-fall, then his thick wings opened like a sail unfurling against a mast and her stomach was jarred back into place by the air he caught in his glide. It was a slow, almost leisurely ride down to the Bowl. Whers could not fly, so there was very little he could do aside from adjust their heading and spiral down toward the ground. It was different in the warmth of day, when there were thermals, but whers did not get to experience such joyous times. Sometimes, on particularly hot summer evenings when Rukbat was only just descending, they could catch a ride in the shadow of the Weyrwall that lasted for an eternity.

When they landed, Oreo stayed atop her steed, which had become typical for her in crowded areas. First and foremost, there were very few people who would stand in the way of such a large wher, and the secondary bonus was that she could simply watch through Osk's eyes without worrying about disorientation. She settled more neatly into the thick saddle of muscle around his wing shoulders and leaned onto his mane-like rippling neck as he carried them into the grounds. The Bronze did step over Norsk, though Anda made sure to give Norla a bright chipper wave "Alpha," because she was, even if the blind girl wasn't much for minding formalities outside of events.

Nah, not even then.

But there she was, bright as molten metal--which she'd finally seen only a turn ago--and such a fleshy odd delicate thing. A new Queen for them. That's a wher, you're sure? Osk insisted with a quiet grumble. That boulder on the Sands was most definitely a wher, had she ever seen such a shiny rock? Well when they get wet I have, she insisted. Osk took up a station halfway around the Stands from Norla, leaping up to a very low-hanging unoccupied dragon ledge. He remained vigilant, standing, his tail swishing back and forth slowly and low enough to scrape the rock with a quiet hiss. That didn't mean he couldn't show his Handler the wonders of another hatching. To think, I had to sit through all of this without seeing the first time, until you came to me. Then learn not get sick while look. Told mother not useless. Prove right, do good, Osk very proud of you. Now leaders, good. These eggs in our Pride maybe. That good too.

Oreo hummed quietly to herself as she perched upon his back, watching as a Blue hatched and bonded, watching the little Black cautiously--though she was certain Nevisk and Raisk would allow it to cause no trouble. Watching everything she'd been unable to see before. It was pretty neat, she was willing to admit, this first hatching since their hatching, and they were here to see it together. Well, Akke wasn't here, but he'd only just migrated back from his winter waters and wouldn't have cared anyway. We'll tell him all about it though.


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@Zane | Ollivander (sorta)

The boy was ignorable. Just a stuttering nobody. Zaephor was too focused on his sister and the chaos erupting on the sands to pay him much heed. He, did, however, preen a little. Just a hint. As fearful as he was for Zel, it didn't change the fact that she bonded today to an unusually beautiful queen wher. He wasn't one to ignore that his relationship to her could be advantageous. He just had to figure out exactly how. He adored his sister, he really did, but a fool he was not.

Now was just a matter of surviving the hatching to figure out the details.

He winced as a blue wheret burst from his shell and lumbered his way to a candidate nearby. Zaephor only caught his name in passing once, Lykaois. The bizarre, almost bioluminescent beast opened a toothy maw and became Lykask as the male laid a cut palm on that huge tongue. Zaephor shuddered. Oh that looked disgusting. Utterly disgusting. Thankful that once more he was ignored, Zeph eyed the remaining eggs and hatchlings. The iron continued to impersonate a rock. The black was off wandering around like a curious kitten. And he hadn't caught one to the eggs hatching, but it appeared that its inhabitant was free but hiding. Then arrived the final hatchling. A flame-color wheret that had decided it was the star of the show, posing as if it had made some kind of a grand entrance.

Had he been less nervous, Zaephor might have laughed.

Arrogant little wher.

That one would be a handful no doubt.

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Lykask make good bond. Strong pair. Much to learn from each other. Zelsk observed as a blue wheret burst onto the stands and proceeded to make a scene. Zel wasn't quite sure what to think. The blue looked happy, bonding to Lykaois before greedily shoving his whole head in a bucket. His bonded was silently looking for help, his face saying everything it needed to. What was he to do with this...enthusiastic blue?

Holding out the food bucket she'd retrieved, Zel wondered how Zelsk would take her first meal. At least it wasn't with the overeager energy of the blue. She watched as the wheret turned her head from the hatching and almost gingerly gulped down the food. It was downright mannerly compared to Lykask. The brunette smiled. He would be a fun one to watch grow up and become an even bigger happy bubble. With luck he wouldn't lose that charming energy.

Zel glanced back at the giddy Candidatemaster.

There were much joy. From the teachers to the whers themselves, this night thus far was auspicious. Like a beacon of light. She wilted as worry crept in. The hatching was far from over. There were many chances for things to go horribly wrong. Someone could get hurt or even killed!

A sharp pain from her arm made her wince. Green eyes snapped down. Zelsk had bitten her. Not hard. Not even enough to draw blood. She could feel her disapproval.

No making self small. Never.

She swallowed and corrected her posture. Abiding the queen wher's steady commentary until she was standing the way she was 'supposed' to be standing. Zel felt strange, even a little foolish. Her wide stance was matched with straight shoulders, and a lifted chin, her eyes up and focused ahead instead of at the ground. The hands that she normally kept folded either in front of her behind her were laid at her sides. Before Zelsk deemed herself satisfied, she nudged Zel's feet into a different angle, so her toes were pointed further out.

Stand like this now. Much better. Look strong.

"Why?" Zel found herself asking.

She was met with swirling eyes as Zelsk decided whether she was annoyed are not with her Bonded's clueless question.

Strong be respected. Followed. Earn loyalty. It our duty as Zelsk, SmartMine know this. The copper made a low noise, her attention drawn to the sands. It appeared that all the eggs had hatched, including a flame-colored wheret that was either an orange or a red. The vain way she postured, Zel assumed orange. Hopefully Zelsk wasn't too jealous of her subqueen sister. Watch now.


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Raisk took her place back where she was able to watch the hatchlings, with a critical eye. She learned from the last time she was a "guard" she had to escort and fetch whers from the Stands. The black didn't cause any trouble as he did return with her, without much of a fuss. It was a shame, Raisk was hoping she'd be allowed to bite, even if that was just threatening. Perhaps he won't choose at all, and she'd be able to cull. Ah yes, what a sad moment that would be -- for people watching.

As the candidates filed in... movement caught her eye as the little vermin streaked across the Sands once more and up onto the wall. Raisk snarled, her head bowed as her eyes bled a threatening crimson. A strong huff of air was snorted from her nostrils, parting sand in its wake. The black wasn't doing anything wrong but his scrawny little rump was not where it was supposed to be.

Ahh... light of my life? Please go easy on him.

A growl was all Hers' was going to receive as Raisk... stalked across the sands, clearly restraining herself with all teeth bared.

Is Yours in Stands, tiny morsel? a wild toothy grin stole away the snarl from her voice as she, once again, addressing the Black.Tiny Unbonded have seconds to reply or Raisk pin Black to Sands While she taunted the black, something caught her eye. It was out of place, it did not have Healer's knots... it did NOT have Candidate robes -- and Raisk marked that as very WRONG.

YOU she snarled at Cayden and she rushed a good few feet before it appeared she was getting restrained. Raistlin had stepped foreward and shut Raisk down with the sheer force of their mind. If the bond was a leash, they most definitely treated it like one.

They are NOT your problem, darling dear. Focus on the hatchlings. Let the Candidatemaster and Nevisk handle her
RAISK HANDLE RULE BREAKER
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If the Iron noticed his clutchmate, he didn't indicate that to the people watching. Of course he had noticed their arrival, and he was plenty content just to remain, watching, giving them a safe place to shelter and the chance to leech strength from his presence. If that was what they needed. Really, he'd be anything they needed, so long as it was good and true. They didn't speak, and did not move, but simply continued to be a boulder in the Sands, as if still within an eggshell. The hatching of his sister also went without remark, he did watch her to make sure she wouldn't do anything too rash while he was there, but for now she seemed to be focusing on the others. The white robes. The people 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing.

So it would continue then. Him not moving, the rest of Pern turning. At least for now.

The same could not be said about the wheret in the Stands. It was always moving. At first he had been calm, if curious, but now that he had seemingly escaped the wrath of his false mother and the Red he wanted more knowledge. He was scurrying with more certainty now, asking more questions, still forgetting that he required a language they could understand. Or perhaps he knew, because he was never offended when the questions went unanswered. Maybe he was simply gathering a list of things he would ask his Bonded when he chose. Norsk received no reply from the little beast, except perhaps a side-eye look and a distant skitter as if to evade capture. Then Raisk was yelling at him! He became even more spooked and uncertain. All he wanted was a moment!

There were things he needed to figure out, and no one wanted to give him time. He wasn't dangerous, just misunderstood. Didn't they realize that sometimes, you had to know what you were getting into before you jumped in claws-first? Go, go scare off the boulder in the Sands, what if he never chose at all? The little Black felt harried, and more and more he felt like the Hatching Grounds and the white robes below were unwelcoming. But where to go? Where was safe? The little babe did his best to navigate the edges of the wall and the stone benches, trying not to find himself blocked in as he went. Certainly the more panicked he became, the more he would be pursued by the grown wher trying to corral him, but he didn't know what to tell her, he didn't even understand the world yet and she was threatening to end his life.

It seemed to be too much for him, the excitement, the chaos, the extra attention. It culminated in a moment; one little misstep on the stone wall. Raisk had been yelling at someone else and he had thought he might just be able to hide from her, but then she was there again. He could sense her eyes on him, and he lost his footing. For a heartbeat he could have gone either way, crashing down ten feet to his possible death, or into the soft bodies of the gathered crowd. It was into the crowd that he fell, head over tailtip in a spinning ball of baby claws and teeth. He did try ever so hard not to hurt anyone as he fell, but he was truly terrified in that moment. Would the Red eat him for this? Would the people step on him? Would they toss him out like he was nothing?

It was into Jyderin's lap he ended up, whether or not he was covered in hot klah was entirely up to how things played out in those fractions of moments as he fell. The little Black cowered there, pressed against the man's chest, his eyes a roiling anxious mess of yellows and oranges as his body shook hard enough to rustle the dry membranes of his wings and send motes of shedding skin dust into the air. He'd been out of the shell for a very long time. If the Gold firelizard invaded his view, he would pull away, curling even more into whatever protective layers of Jyderin's clothing he could find, thinking that perhaps Nevisk was coming for him. The moment of change may have been imperceptible to the people in the Sands and the other spectators, perhaps even to those sitting closest to the Master Tanner. Was it a touch? A word? A feeling?

The little Black became still all at once, then laid his skinny neck back until he could peer up at the man whose life he was invading. Why they chase, they no let wonder at it all? You let them take me? They throw me away, I not want do big things, not want fight beasts or be Queens. I want learn. You learn me? I say, why these ones with funny strings on shoulder like sister neck. Mean what? I say, big whers chase little ones but why, frighten, if explain and calm much better me. I say, Jyderin see better with Jysk big eye you say yes Jysk knows best! As he'd been speaking, his tiny body pressed into the man, he'd calmed. His eyes had once again become a bright curious green, and all his world seemed to fall away in lieu of this one man. Still, the little wher would not impose, offering at least that much choice if the man wanted to give him back and walk away.

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Personality: Jysk is a quiet creature like many of his colour. Calm, even reserved, he prefers to watch and plan his moves ahead of time. He doesn't always know the best course of action where chaos is concerned, and will always require the gentle guidance of his Handler during times of duress. He will truly shine in private, or small company, he is a family man through and through, and is always willing to expand or contract his inner circle depending on Jyderin's own family relations.

However, this wher fears no challenge, and is curious enough to seek the answers for new questions, even if this means forging into uncertain waters and head-long into new situations. At these times he will be hard to wrangle until fully trained. He will be exceptionally curious about the things his Handler can teach him, even moreso about those things Jyderin cannot teach him, always a constant force to learn more and discover better ways. He is not by nature demanding, but he will occasionally be inspired to have needs where love is concerned. Jysk is tender, sweet even, but you wouldn't know it from the calm intensity of his emotions.

Unflappable and dogged, Jysk will remain at his Handler's side through thick and thin, he will not stray or startle. Truly the only thing that will inspire great response in the small wher is an honest threat on Jyderin's life. Even then, his response will be the graceful strike of a viper, rather than the brutish force of his larger siblings. Jysk's true happiness is to simply be with his Handler, wherever that may be; whether they are long candlemarks working on his Trade, or sleeping in a warm bed on sunny afternoons. As he ages, with a gentle hand, Jysk will become a steadfast companion.

Appearance: Delicate. Maybe even a little beautiful, though his proportions seem off in every way when given time to regard them. Large eyes set in a head with a too small snout. Double fan of dragon-like spines curving down his thick, yet serpentine neck. Even his body is long and spindly, though he has delicate long legs with which to carry himself. His wings are wide sails, they will serve him well in gliding, but they may be awkward and in the way until he learns how to manage them. Even his tail is as long and sinuous as his body appears to be, terminating in a slender and whip-like forked tip. His hide is an unassuming matte black, with the exception of flecks of orange--a rust-like patina. Though you can find these faint flecks on his wings and belly, the majority have gathered on his hindquarters and tail. He will reach an adult size of 5'6" x 3'


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That Iron might have the right idea. Rest was always good, and though Kidanyr had been on the Wher candidate schedule, she was starting to feel sleepy. She couldn’t help it! The sands were warm, and there wasn’t a lot of yelling or screaming like she had experienced in other hatchings. Kida could just… curl up and snooze on the sands as well. But well. That wasn’t right. She needed to be alert, especially because that flame-hued Wher was doing her best to dazzle them. And nothing was worse then getting on the bad side of a proud wher or dragon. So she would oooh and aww as appropriate, while glancing occasionally to the eggs in the back.

Or well, the shadow of where the eggs once were. All had hatched, which was surprising. She had been sure at least one would be a dud. Eyes would follow the sounds of commotion and she would spot Raisk. Her eyes would go wide a fraction, but she wasn’t too surprised. It had been gallivanting about in the stands. There was no reason for it if he wasn’t going to impress someone there. Still, she hoped he wouldn’t get his life snuffed out before it began… Kidanyr knew Dalibor wasn’t the kind of place that would put down the black just for being curious.

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The red seemed to have another target, though, And Syrene had to stifle her laughter as Raisk started to charge the candidate whom just landed on the sands. Oooooh someone was in trouble! A snide smile corned on her lips, and she cradled her chin in one hand, leaning against the lower seat as to get a better look. Sadly, it seemed the red had been shut down, and there would be no rampage today. Syrene pouted a bit. Pity, she bet it would be fun to watch if not a bit cruel to wish for.

Instead the main commotion seemed to be up in the stands. Syrene would shift back some as the black wheret went tumbling into the lap of someone. There were a few quiet sounds of surprise around her, but no one said a thing. It felt like they all bit their tongues, the silence was so sudden, as she was sure they were all hoping to keep from surprising it into a frenzy or worse. Still, when the surprised wheret went stock still, to the point where Syrene could see no movement from the area, she filled in the blankets.

Interesting. So the wheret thought a non-candidate was the best choice.


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It should have been comical. An individual on his left was making him feel even smaller than he already did (despite his towering form) meanwhile an individual on his right was trying her best to build him up. He supposed it was left up to him, how he felt. The sort to take to heart the negative, when spoken or pointedly declared, Ollivander frowned at Zaephor. Don't treat me like I'm beneath you. He wanted to say it out loud, but he couldn't. He never could.

The black was herded down from the Stands by an imposing red (the exact sort of wher that terrified him) and yet it wandered back up. What was so fixating up there? Did the black know something that the rest of them didn't? Olli peered over at the Iron and fiery-wherlet. Perhaps they were a threat? The moment he turned away, the black slipped, right into the lap of his handler. He could hear faint gasps, but the little guy was perfectly fine nestled against His. Ollivander turned to check on him, scanning the crowd with squinted eyes. Where had he gone? Oh, there he was! Oh, he'd impressed... Well, that was good. Olli was happy for him. He tried for a smile, but it waned.

There were no babies left to hatch, and so the ones that were left were the ones that were left. They all seemed pretty content to just chill there, and so Olli just chilled where he was too. He didn't have anywhere else to be after all. He spared a glance at Malika, wondering what was running through the older teens head. She even looked more mature than he did, just her expression... How had she not impressed yet? Maybe she still would.

The roar of the red as it came rushing down onto the Sands made the boy whirl around. What in Faranth's name was happening now? Oh! It was the red who had herded the black moments ago! Oh... it was mad. He tried to resist the urge to hide behind Malika, wondering if Zaephor was just as nervous about the angry-red being so close to them. It's ire was directed at one candidate in particular, one who was... wait-where was her stuff? She was wearing regular clothing, which looked a hell of a lot more comfortable, but she was likely get killed. If that red doesn't get to her first, the boy thought, holding his breath in anticipation. Raisk's handler lurched forward to rescue the girl just in time. Letting out a whoosh of air, Ollivander's shoulders slumped.

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Riven was minding her own business, more or less. She was watching the proceedings of the hatching before her and so the last thing she expected was drama to be occurring just behind her. A young blond, about her age, was shoved in her direction by an elderly drudge. Standing on the other side of her, Riven gave the girl no immediate heed. She was panicked, flustered even, which Riven came to sense as the girl looked to and fro. There was something distinctly different about her, and so the expressionless wher-candidate turned her icy gaze upon her. She was dressed as if she were about to go for a hike. What in Faranth's name was she doing here-was she lost? Riven glared at the other teen, emerald green eyes settling perhaps a moment too long on the young woman's softer features. Just as she meant to speak, she heard a crack like thunder. There was a wher on the move...

Taking a step back reflectively as Raisk came charging on up, Riven's attention quickly returned to the blond next to her. Where was the reds ire being directed, herself or the girl? She had done nothing wrong, as far as she could tell, whereas the girl, well... She had guilt written all over her face, or perhaps confusion. Either way it hardly mattered given that the volatile wher was set on shredding her to pieces. Riven was used to snap decisions. She was used to acting quickly. A ship in the storm could capsize without a quick-minded crew and deft hands. So, before making a conscious decision, the ex-holder shot her arm out across the blond's waist, angling her body in front of her. Carefully she pushed the girl back. Steadfast, she waited for the result of her actions to bear down upon her. Instead Raisk's handler was, literally, manhandling her back.

Blood pounded in her ears, practically deafening her, yet she didn't dare move. One wrong move could set the wher off further, and who knew if the reds handler was strong enough both mentally and physically to hold her back. It felt like a lifetime had passed as Riven stood there, keenly aware of the blond close at her side. As soon as the red wher turned back around in search of the black wherlet from earlier, Riven turned right round to face the blue-eyed girl.

"What's wrong with you, showing up here looking like that?" Her words were biting, reserved for another. It wasn't Cayden's fault. Riven observed her, her cold demeanour returning. The hatching deserved her attention, not this girl who was so ready to risk her life. Life... It seemed to be a word that kept rising up again and again. She didn't know what her life was meant to be, but death wasn't on the agenda.

It may have been her usual need to help people, to make a difference, that had caused her to go risking her neck for a pretty face. Her disappointment in herself, and her behaviour, and all that had come to pass, had her taking her anger out on the other girl. Even if she had known the circumstances that had brought Cayden here, little would have changed. She was looking for someone to blame, and the blond was a likely target.

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Zanii was just as excited to see another one of her candidates bond as she was the first time it had happened, but this time, she didn't screech like a wherry caught underneath a dragon's shadow. This time, Zanii just twirled. 'What a pretty blue,' she cooed to her black once she had come full circle, the ends of her red scarf resting once again against her leg. Zansk chose that moment to tilt his head to one side in feigned interest, but his eyes were focused on his white-robed charges rather than any of the new wherets and wherlings. 'Mhm.' The Candidatemaster rolled her eyes. 'You didn't even look!' Green eyes shifted for a fraction of a second, narrowed slightly, then returned to watching the female candidates. 'Yes.' Zanii smiled knowingly at her oh-so-serious partner. 'I think you're prettier though.'

'Mhm.'

Zanii had to hold back a laugh when the newly bonded blue got his head stuck in a bucket. That said, she didn't bother to cover up her smirk when his wherling helped him get it out with a loud popping! noise. She had to admit that this wasn't exactly her area of expertise. Normally, the wherlingmaster would be aiding his new class, but Lykaois had asked for her help. "Buckets are great for carrying things in, but not necessary for eating." Beaming at both of them, the woman snatched up the bucket and dumped its contents out onto the ground in front of Lykask. "Most whers aren't too picky, unless you get one of those fancy oranges or somethin'." Still smiling, Zanii turned her attention back onto the sands. The tan-skinned woman took one look at Cayden, froze in place, and reddened considerably.

Shells, why in between was there a girl out there without any armor on?!

Mind racing, the Candidatemaster snapped her fingers, but Zansk was already on it. The black wher slunk across the sands until he had reached Cayden and locked his teeth around any loose fabric he could find on her body. 'You come with Zansk, now!' Zanii was waiting on the side, extra armor dangling from her hands, body tense with the adrenaline rushing through her veins. She had stowed a spare set of armor away just in case there was a situation like this, although she did not have an extra set of robes or an extra knife on hand. She hadn't brought up the spare armor in any conversations with others because she didn't want any of her candidates to come to rely on it, not when they had their own set assigned to them back in the barracks. However, for the newcomer, this set would work perfectly. As for Riven, Zansk gave the other girl one eerily calm reprimand after hearing her address his confused 'baby' candidate: 'No anger. Babies think posi-tive thoughts for babies.'

@Ruriko (Lykaois, Cayden) @Zane (Riven)

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Hatchings always had a lot going on. One could never guess exactly how a hatching would go, until it was over of course. Still, Kaizre couldn't help but feel a little lost in the chaos seconds after Lykaois had broken eye contact with him. One moment, his eyes were filled with a brilliant shade of blue as a wheret came forth to claim the other candidate, the next, an equally bright wheret of (red? orange?) was bursting from her shell and announcing her presence to the world. The boy had just begun to admire her widespread wings when a commotion sounded from the stands. Shells, where was he even supposed to look?! Kai could feel his heart drop in time to the black wheret's dramatic fall, a reminder of the moment he had once been poised on the edge. He could see the vision of his death again in the distance of his fall. Gulp. The candidate didn't start breathing again until it was clear that the little wheret was safe.

"Shard it all." The words came out without his permission. Well, at least they weren't nice words. Gritting his teeth, Kai chose to focus back onto the rock-like iron. That one was sturdy. Like the ground. Nice, safe ground. Calm again, the boy came to realize that he had been gripping the sleeves of his robe so tightly that they had stretched under his grip. He forced himself to let go and relax a little. Everything was fine, everyone was safe, and he had to think positive, happy thoughts. Like...his mother's smile. Or his brother's attempts to woo a girl. Family; how were they now? Well, Dax was probably fast asleep in his bed, but how was his mother? Happy, he hoped.

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Nevitheran squeezed the bridge of his nose; only a handful of the Candidates had bothered to show any sort of gratitude to his Gold - apparently, manners and proper Hatching etiquette went as wild as the clutch's origination on the Sands. Nevisk was seething, and it would no doubt end up as a black mark - a first strike, if one would - on every single one present who had not done the Gold the service of at least acknowledging the sevendays she'd spent keeping the eggs warm, turned, and likewise.

Whether she was their surrogate mother or not, it was still common protocol to at least be grateful for the opportunity to Stand. He would have to make mention to Norla about the matter, and for that, also the Candidatemasters as whole - both Wher and Dragon.

If they walked roughshod over the Sands with as little respect as they had with his Gold for Laanasuth or Couineth, he didn't doubt the repercussions would be as subtle.

Ignorant children, Nevisk hissed in Hers' head. No respect for babies. No respect for Nevisk, no respect for Dalibor Tradition. No manners. No etiquette, Nevisk teach with bite. They KNEEL next time they come on Nevisk's sands.
They're excited, my love. Perhaps they think--
It not matter what they THINK. It matter what ALWAYS BE.


Nevisk's eyes were so crimson they were almost black.

Have mind, cull all baby, teach them lesson. They not respect clutch, they not respect Sands, they not have single thing to Stand for.
You know you can't do that.
Too late for three, not too late for others.
Nevisk.


The Gold leveled her long snout behind the Iron who seemed none too interested in moving, and shoved him - perhaps a little harder than she should have, and yet not enough to do more than roll him over a couple times towards the white-robed disgraces on her Sands.

You out too long. Find Yours, or I grab neck and shake, you find between, not person. Go. Not ask second time, already waste time chasing Jysk. The new little SubQueen was regarded, as well. You have same order. Find yours. Not sit here, preen. Can preen and pretend to be big stuff, you have person to be big stuff with. Maybe find someone out there, worth respect. Most useless. Pity. Maybe you, brother find decent one, shape up, teach others have respect and be useful. Serious.

She swiveled her head towards the Candidatemaster, ready for a reprimand for the ages, but Zanii had been quick to correct the wayward potential Impressee. One catastrophe avoided, though Nevisk was still none-too-pleased that the girl had showed up late, let alone ill-prepared. The Drudge who was at fault, much to her luck, hadn't been noticed soon enough for Nevisk to deal with her.

The Gold turned her attention to Raisk.

At entrance. None in, none out, unless they have bonded or all babies pick Theirs. They late, then they not Stand. Too many no-manner whelp come traipse in like own place, they not own place. They learn. Come prepared, or not come at all. No more games. They play, you bite. Have Nevisk permission.

Nevitheran couldn't argue with her. He'd seen the disrespect this batch had largely operated with, and he couldn't blame her. Though Nevisk wasn't the sort to have a tantrum or otherwise throw a hissy-fit if she didn't get her way, she was still a Gold. She was still a Queen, and having the audacity and the nerve to walk onto the Sands with a Queen - Wher or Dragon - and not even acknowledge her presence, smacked of being born without a brain and undeserving of the honor they had simply being here. He knew Holdless with better manners.

Undoubtedly, it would be the last time Nevisk handled any kind of eggs for a while - be they another wher's, or her own. A good, hearty meal, a bath, and a solid oiling would be the only thing to put his beloved wild-laid Queen in a better mood, now, for certain.

@Raining @Leo

Jyderin had admittedly zoned out. He had very little interest in anything, these days. The loss of his family had toppled his world, and stolen the happiness that had lived in the older man's heart for the duration of his most recent marriage, straight out from under him. Mutorin was nattering on beside him, but the Master Tanner heard none of it. He simply peered at his reflection - what he could see of it, anyway, given it was so sharding dim in here - in the top of his klah. The weathered state of his features, the way formerly bright blue eyes wore an expression of exhaustion that never seemed to go away. Life was a memory for him. A schedule of things he did automatically, these days, a mask he put on and took off, depending on if someone was in the room with him or not. He smiled uselessly into his mug, a reaction to Mutt's laughter that was more habitual than anything else, these days.

It didn't make it to his eyes.

What was he doing here? Why had he allowed his brother to drag him down to this desolate space of the Weyr, where so many lives began anew, and here he was? Almost at the end of his own, he was certain, because no wher would willingly Impress a man who already had fifty-four turns of life on this world. At best, someone who had Impressed would make it to ninety, maybe a hundred if they were lucky, but at eighty one's body already began to fail. Thirty turns, probably, would be all he had left. If he didn't just convince someone to take and leave him between, before then.

He had Z'dyn, he had Mutorin, he had his grandchildren, but short of that, what else was there?

Mutt's hand caught his elbow as Jyderin - still lost in his own thoughts - was taken completely offguard by the dislodging of his klah. It catapulted out of his hands, ending up all over him, all over the bench where he sat, on the ground, and all over Mutorin; his brother was laughing. Absolutely cracking up, so hard that his breath struggled to reach his lungs, and Jyderin - dazed, confused, and more than a little pissed - still hadn't yet gathered that there was something else in his lap. He was far too upset that he was covered in what would soon dry into sticky, nasty, hard-to-wash-out kl--

Why they chase, they no let wonder at it all? You let them take me? They throw me away, I not want do big things, not want fight beasts or be Queens. I want learn. You learn me? I say, why these ones with funny strings on shoulder like sister neck. Mean what? I say, big whers chase little ones but why, frighten, if explain and calm much better me. I say, Jyderin see better with Jysk big eye you say yes Jysk knows best!

Jyderin's brows knit, instantly. Aura was shrieking, eyes red, fangs bared as she hissed, until Hers locked down her mind so hard that she recoiled visibly as if someone had struck her. Jyderin's own blue eyes had gone from half gray, to electric. He stared down at the absolutely tiny creature huddling against him, almost as if the world around him didn't exist - but it did.

Those eyes turned towards Raisk, and the words in them were clear. Come any closer, and I'll tear you sharding limb from limb.

Jyderin had lost a great many things over the course of his five decades of life, but his paternal instincts were so ingrained in his psyche that the prospect of anything attacking what had taken shelter with him, set his teeth on edge so hard that the muscles in his jaw were made visible by the tension.

Mutorin was wheezing, and Musk was trying desperately to calm His down. Massive blue paws settled on Mutt's thighs, and Musk licked His' face, which only seemed to exacerbate the issue. Mutt couldn't stop laughing. There were tears in his eyes, though it was hard to tell what was humor and what was legitimate emotion. One hand reached out and slapped his brother hard in the shoulder, and he finally squeaked.

"Ya did't, ya shardin' sonovawherry," Mutorin gasped. "Lookit ya, Jy...whew...Faranth have mercy, me lungs're gonna burst..."

Jyderin still wasn't entirely sure. The tiny Black's eyes had shifted from what the Master could only feel as panic, upset, and fear, to a much calmer state; the longer he was pressed as close to Jy's stomach and chest as he could get, the more it seemed to soothe him. Jyderin's face was somewhat distant, and yet not; brows remained furrowed where they had been since he'd realized he wasn't alone, and for a moment he entertained the notion of gently picking up the Black, setting him back down on the ground by the entrance to the Sands, where he wouldn't be inclined to hurt himself toppling over the wall, and nudge him back towards the figures in white robes.

Z'dyn was going to panic. His son was going to absolutely melt down, when he learned that Jyderin had Impressed. But had he? Did Jyderin really want this thing, this new mind, pressing against his own with the intentions to be bonded to him? Do you really want to waste what promising life you could lead, with an old, battered, washed up, weatherbeaten canine like me?

Jysk need Jyderin.

Jyderin's eyes softened. His features lost their edge, and he reached over towards the belt knife Mutorin always carried. Pressing the top of his forearm - because no sensible crafter or someone who made use of their hands, cut their palm; there were too many nerve endings there, and it would leave a logical person out of use of that hand far longer than most people could tolerate - against the keenly-sharpened edge, he whipped his hand and arm away quickly enough to see the blade bite into olive flesh. Jysk knew what to do; Jyderin didn't have to tell him anything. The Black's long, blue-green tongue covered the wound entirely, before a solid lick pulled His' blood past his short-snouted maw.

It's 'teach'. I don't 'learn' you things, I teach you. Learning is what you do when someone teaches you something.
Jysk learn quick. Smart, like Jysk's, not take long, be speak good like scary big Gold.
Speak 'well'. And like 'big, scary Gold'.


Jyderin made a face, setting the now-empty mug to one side, as Musk snuffled at Jysk curiously.

That's my brother, Mutorin, and his Blue. That's Musk. I think you'll be seeing lots of them in the next few days.
Musk less scare-big than Gold, nasty Red.
Less 'scary'.



He could almost literally hold Jysk in one hand, and he did mostly that; the Black wheret was held against his chest and shoulder, Aura curiously inspecting the tiny hatchling before Jy's mind pressed her again. The Gold wasn't overly happy about being now second-fiddle to a wher, but she didn't really mind, either. It was a confusing predicament. Feo, however, seemed to take to the newfound member of their little family well.

That's Aura, the Gold here with me. And Feo is the small one. Neither of them will hurt you, they're just protective. Like I am of you, and like I am of my family.
Jysk part of Jyderin family now, yes?
Seems so.


The smallest, tiniest twitch of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as he made his way down the Stands and towards the other gathering of newly-Impressed. Mutorin caught his brother's eyes long enough for the Farmcrafter to jerk his head towards the ledges.

Baihujinth's enormous, square-snouted face peered from above, but it was obvious Z'dyn wasn't with him. The Wingleader was asleep.


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@Rowana

The hatching went on until every single egg had broken, and all of the six whers that contained them were on the sands. She was keeping a close eye on the whers, each and every one of them, and continued to try her best to create a picture for her companion.

"An iron hatched, and he's absolutely huge! He reminds me of a large, solid boulder. He's not moving, he's laying there and seems to be watching over the other hatchlings. He seems quite noble," she added, not bothering to add that he seemed a bit lazy, too. No, the picture painted should be a good one, especially her first time. "I think the one that just hatched is...red? No, no...I think it's maybe an orange. It's hard to tell from here, but she's the color of flame and making quite the display of showing off," she added, slight amusement in her voice. Oranges were like that, she knew. She had made it a point to learn everything she could about whers, and that included the behaviors inherent to the different colors. Oranges: egotistical, prideful, showy...reds tended to be more violent and volatile. Had it been a red, she imagined it would have been out on the sands and they'd all be in trouble until it bonded. She then noticed that there was a green and something else hatched. "Another hatched. I can't see what is is though...oh!" She noticed the black up in the Stands seemed to have stopped moving. Had it bonded? It looked like it! "The black who was up in the Stands, he's bonded, too. That makes the iron, what I believe is an orange, and the one I can't see left. So still three..." Well, that was still three chances, but there were a lot of candidates left yet. Out of them all, it was the iron she was admiring most at this point, and she was curious about the green, too. Who would they all choose?

Then she heard a roar, and immediately turned and stood in front of Eryonthi, keeping the girl behind her and standing to face the direction the roar had come from. There was a red on the sands, and not a hatchling, but an adult. She thought she recognized it, and was quite shocked to see it was galloping towards a trio of candidates at the very back end of the sands. All she could think was that they must have done something to raise the creature's ire. Still, she was confident it was going for them, and not Eryonthi, and quickly explained, "One of the handler's reds, it's on the sands. It was going for a trio of candidates, but seems to have stopped..." And so it had, and she could only assume the one responsible for it was its handler. She went to stand beside the girl, letting out an exhaled breath. "Everyone is all right. There's a girl I don't recognize at the back, about my age. She's not wearing armor and she's not wearing robes...I think she might be a candidate...wait, yes. Zanii, the candidatemaster, she's gone and brought her armor. I don't know why she came without it..." Her tone was disproving, but she really didn't know, and couldn't begin to guess. Stupid, either way. Very stupid. She'd have been a great target for any hatchling who'd half a mind to ravage someone--and she'd clearly ticked off that red wher by it. Well, she was lucky. Very lucky. Zanii seemed to have everything under control, and that other girl at the back--what was her name again? She didn't think they'd met. Brave. She had to respect her putting herself between the blond girl and the red. She could have been seriously hurt, or killed--she couldn't know that the red would be controlled or called off. Reds were unpredictable, and when they were angry, deadly. She knew it took a strong person to control one of them. She eyed the hatchlings. Nothing new had happened, and things were back to the same as before. The iron was laying there, and the other one hiding, with the supposed orange and green not having made a choice.

@Zane, @Raining

She was still standing and feeling out of place, like she ought to do something about her predicament, only there was nothing, even rationalizing it, that she could do. So she stood there, hoping to make the best of things. If she could just get through this hatching without getting herself mauled, or worse...that would be enough. She didn't even think for a moment she might bond. No, her goal was simply to get through this. Then she heard it.

The voice in her head was every kind of bad nightmare she'd ever had. It was full of malice and anger, a snarl of it in her mind. Then there was a huge, red shape charging straight for her. She didn't even have time to react. It wasn't even a hatchling, but a full grown wher. She tried to think, but who had time for that? She was preparing to just leap out of the way, because at least that was something, and yet she felt frozen, as if her legs and mind weren't cooperating. She could die. She'd been so stupid to allow herself to just be pushed out here, and now she might die for it. The only choice she'd ever made was going to get her killed. She braced herself, squeezing her eyes shut and accepting that this might very well be it. When you had nothing to do, you accepted things.

Then she felt something--no, someone--place an arm in front of her waist and get in front of her. No! That wasn't right, no one should pay for her stupidity! Her eyes shot open, but she knew it would be too late. There was the girl she'd seen when she first entered, angled in such a way that she was going to take the attack herself when it hit. Her heart felt like it had dropped into her stomach, and she was about to try and push the girl out of the way. She couldn't accept this, there was no way that this was okay. Only she never got the chance. The red suddenly stopped dead, like something had grabbed it and held it back. Her heart beating so fast and loudly in her ears, she could hardly think for it, she realized what had happened. The red was an adult. It had a handler. No one had said anything out loud, no one had touched it, but it had stopped, because the wher's handler must have stopped it. She swallowed, trying to shake off the feeling of absolute shock and horror of it all. What had just happened? She hadn't even been able to act or do anything, and someone else had nearly paid for her mistake. She felt sickened at the thought. Then the girl turned around.

Her blue eyes met the piercing green ones, and for a moment, she thought she saw something that was replaced an instant later by a look she knew well. Anger. The words seemed to cut her as sharply as any knife, and she cringed, but inwardly, not outwardly. She could hardly blame the girl for being angry, but this hadn't really been her fault...but she still blamed herself, causing a conflicting bunch of emotions to clash like waves against the tides. Still, she was so shaken by what had just happened, that the two seemed to mesh and resulted in the outcome of her actions and words.

"I didn't. I mean, I did--it wasn't my choice..." Her words sounded frustrated, but not with the girl who had just risked her life to save hers. With herself. She didn't know whether to apologize, or thank her...maybe both. She wasn't thinking straight, and needed to clear her head and get a moment to just breathe. "Tha-"

She was stopped before she could get the words out, literally being pulled by something. She nearly gave a yelp of surprise, but the voice in her head was not malicious. She managed to lock eyes with the green-eyed girl for only a moment, and then was pulled away forcibly by her shirt. This day was a nightmare, only she wasn't sleeping yet. She was dragged not far, and they stopped in front of a woman who held a set of armor. When her eyes hit that, she felt the first positive feeling since this had started: a huge flood of relief, and gratitude. She realized this must be someone of some importance. Candidatemaster, or Wherlingmaster, perhaps. Her words finally came with ease, and were a mirror of the feelings of relief and gratitude that were starkly plain on her face.

"Thank you, so, so much. I was dragged here by someone--I don't know, a drudge, I think--I didn't have time to react. I should have stopped her, should have gone off the sands. I'm truly sorry for any trouble caused." She wasn't the sort who didn't accept responsibility, if it was hers in any part, for her mistakes. She felt she'd made one, in doing nothing, not acting sooner to get herself out of there. It was just that everything that had happened today had taken a toll long before the drudge had dragged her here and pushed her onto the sands. Her mind was still reeling, and she was all the while trying to compose herself. She immediately took the armor and the knife offered, and bowed to the woman and offered a the wher a weak smile. Shards, she would be happy to see the day's end! She put the armor on deftly, and moved one arm, and then the other, to be sure it was on properly. It was, thankfully, a good enough fit. She looked out over the sands, finally taking a moment to let her situation here sink in. Four whers, a hatching still going on. That girl...

Cayden thanked the woman and her black wher once more, and then she turned her head to where Riven was no doubt still standing, with the male candidate who was watching her with no hidden amount of amusement. Well, he could stare all he liked, and be amused. None of this had been intentional. She knew the rules of a hatching as well as any. She'd been given the run-down before transferring, even if she had yet to attend any actual lessons. She would never have done something like this on purpose. Did he think she had? Well, she hadn't. Not that it was his business. That girl seemed to have thought she did. Probably others did, too. Way to make an impression...no pun intended. She felt she needed to say something, still. It was a nibbling feeling under the skin. She hadn't exactly been nice with her words, but she'd definitely intended to put herself in that red's way. Maybe her thanks wasn't wanted, but she hated to feel it would go unsaid. Should she apologize? Explain? She didn't want to feel she owed the girl any explanation, and this wasn't exactly the place for it...but it bothered her. She felt she needed to say something. To do something. Plus, she was supposed to be out there on the sands, not off to the side. Whether she wanted to have been here this way or not, it was a wher hatching, and she was a wher candidate. Aware of some of the people looking at her--and probably not favorably, she still attempted to keep her head up and tell herself she'd done nothing really wrong, as she started back to where the girl and male candidate stood. He said nothing to her, just smirked, and she felt a twinge of annoyance at that. Let him. Nearly there, she took a deep breath...

@Zane

Malika's dark, sharp eyes missed little, including the silent exchanges of the two boys, one older, one younger. Clearly the elder thought himself quite a fine thing, while the younger was being looked down on as though he were lesser. Well, it would do no good for them to argue here, and it was best the boy learn to choose, and to fight when necessary, his battles. She watched, but said nothing, her eyes mostly on the hatching. At his thanks, she merely smiled a little, and then surveyed the sands. This event was the most exciting thing she had experienced in her eighteen turns! The roar of a great red wher seemed to cause looks of fear and confusion, but she who kept her head firmly on her shoulders and did not give into fear was she who could think to avoid the thing that was feared.

She did feel her heart leap in her chest a moment, the sound unexpected, but she quickly turned her head to see that the danger was not headed their way. Her eyes narrowed as she saw a foolish girl standing, without armor nor robes, being now blocked by another girl who was properly clad. Well, that was clearly why the yonder large red was so angry! Very clear to see it was a full grown one, and likely felt there was disrespect for this hatching being shown. Malika did feel a stab of concern, but her rationality was first and foremost at the core of her being. She knew it was an adult, knew it had a handler, and knew that this handler was likely well versed in the way of his great, fearsome beast. There was no way that a bonded wher should successfully harm a candidate here on these sands today. Surely the person bonded to it was now familiar with its habits and how to control it properly. To leap before one knew the lay of the land was to fall into a trap. Sure enough, she was correct.

She glanced at the boy beside her, who looked frightened. Well, she had expected that much. He did not look too confident and even some more solid looking individuals looked to be frightened by that sound, and that great blood-red wher. If she had been the object of its wrath, she, too, would have known fear. Yet she had not been, and she was glad for it, and that no one had actually been hurt. Foolish girl. What was she thinking, coming here without so much as armor or the robes of respect and tradition? Did she have no respect for this event? For herself? She knew she was making assumptions, realized it then. Still, she did not see how such a thing had happened. The girl was here, and must have gotten here, so how was she not suitably attired and showing the due respect this event dictated should be shown by all? It seemed she was foolish, and she looked like a light-blinded wherry standing there full of fear for her own mistake's outcome. The candidatemaster's wher came and dragged her to receive armor and a knife, and all was seemingly well again. Still, Malika was certain that such a thing should not have happened at all to begin with.

"Foolish girl," she said in an undertone, shaking her head, and looking back out over the sands to survey where things were at. Still three left un-bonded. Why did they not make their choices? Were there not enough suitable persons available to them? True, this choice was one for life. Only fools rushed in, and perhaps these whers wished to select only the best. That was good. That was intelligent. One should think before leaping forth. Before making a life-long commitment. The iron reminded her of the metals worked in her forge, and also perhaps a rock. She knew that the red had shaken the boy beside her some, and so said aside to him, "That one is strong, and noble, is it not? A body should be glad of him, once he makes his choice." She meant her words as a distraction, a grounding, of sorts. To take his mind from the place it was, and put it back into the place it should be. They were to think thoughts of a positive nature, and she wondered how many here were doing so. She was certainly not having troubles doing so, for this event was marvelous and exciting, and she very much would have liked to bond if she could. Danger or not, this was well worth it.

@Zane

Dhiren couldn't have expected some pretty little blond to be pushed into the sands right in front of himself and his rather sullen-seeming and irritable fellow candidate. She wasn't wearing any armor, or robes, and she looked as if someone had literally dropped her off in the middle of the hatching, somewhere she wasn't even looking sure she would be. Was she lost, perhaps? Who was the person that had tossed her into here? A quick look told him she was indeed a candidate, and not, perhaps, lost. She had the knots. She just didn't have anything else, it would seem! Nothing else to be here, at least. Baaaad idea.

He was considering asking her if she was trying to perhaps get herself killed. He knew easier ways, he might have said, and offered a few up if she was so desperate to try. Of course in jest. He didn't particularly have any desire to see anyone die on this day. Even as he thought that, there was a red wher charging for them. Well, wasn't this lovely? It was going for the blond girl, and he wondered what kind of chances he really stood against a beast of that size. He supposed he might just have to find out the hard way--was it ever easy?--and yet thankfully, he didn't. The girl who'd been snappy and looking all melancholy and full of angst suddenly put her arm out and put herself in the way of the red. Well, well. Perhaps there was more to her than teenage angry, moody feelings. She had guts, because that red was likely going to rip into whatever it hit first. Maybe not horribly, but who knew that for sure? They were said to be violent, and unpredictable. They'd killed, and there was no real way for the girl to have known it wouldn't.

It stopped and Ren watched it curiously. It had clearly meant to attack, and it hadn't stopped for that brunette who'd just gone in front. He very much doubted it. That wasn't a peaceful, happy-go-lucky expression. It was snarling. It was angry. Someone was holding it back, and it wasn't happy about it. Talk about luck. Seemed the girls--and he--were safe for the moment. He ran a hand through his hair, and watched the exchange between the two girls before the candidatemaster's black was suddenly dragging the armor-less girl away to be suited up. Very lucky. It might not have been her fault, since he had seen her pushed, but still...that candidatemaster Zanii was quite the sweetheart, wasn't she? His experiences had seen her treating the candidates like children whom she brooded over. The girl was heading back shortly after, and Ren watched her, the amused smirk never leaving. If nothing else, she had provided an exciting moment of interest for everyone. There were still three whers left, though, and that...well that was the event of the candlemark, was it not? Still, he was curious, and watched both the sands and wherlets, and the girl heading back towards himself and the other candidate. She'd snarked at the girl, before the girl had been dragged off. How would this play out? He supposed he got front row seats, and would soon find out.

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The hatching was surprisingly uneventful. She hadn't gotten that copper, and wasn't even sure she had wanted it. She hadn't gotten the blue, and was sure she didn't want it. It was strange looking, and clearly there was something wrong with its mental faculties, or it wouldn't be behaving like it was stupider than shaffit on a stick. She almost pitied the man who'd gone and gotten himself stuck with that useless blob. Shallow as she was, she would never want a wher like that. She wanted something useful, and intelligent, and perhaps on the prettier side, for a wher. That blue was nothing like any of those things, in the least! The black went and bonded to someone in the stands, and she decided that it was probably useless as well, bonding to some old man up there who probably wouldn't even be much use in patrols. Negativity and narcissism seemed to be close companions of the girl on this day.

Then she spotted one of the new hatchings. Well, well, well. Now there was a wher more to her tastes! It knew its own worth, and it was a queen too, wasn't it? The copper might have been in charge, but this orange--or was it red?--seemed to make that fact not so certain. There was an iron on the sands, but it just sat like a great lump. Sure, it had rank, but it was pretty boring as a whole. Why didn't it do anything? Wasn't it even interested in getting up and bonding? Was it just going to stay there, acting like it was too good for anyone? What an ass of a wher. Her attention was on the one she thought was orange, and then the one hiding that she could not see, as well. Interesting, them, and--

She heard a snarl, and whirled around, eyes wide, to see a red headed straight for some stupid blond girl who'd clearly forgotten what it meant to attend a hatching. Envy flared hot a moment in her veins. These robes were hideous, it was true. Did she think she was above the rest of them, and didn't need to wear them? Well, clearly, she was about to pay for her foolhardy actions! Not that she wanted to see it, but she felt the slightest hint of amusement, because how much of a deadglow did you have to be to show up at any hatching without armor, in the very least?Did she actually think she was going to just get away with it? There was some satisfaction in the idea of that red meting out a little earned punishment. Probably it wouldn't kill her...probably. She watched with a rather cool, hard look in her eyes. She glanced at the tall boy near her and Zaephor, and chuckled lowly. What a coward. He was practically pissing himself. Useless, that one. What was he even doing here? He had looked nervous and unsure himself from the start. How had someone like that even bet let on the sands? Some people, really.

The red was halted, and she frowned, just a little. Too bad. If you were stupid, you deserved what you got. That was life. Do something dumb, something bad came of it. She'd seemed to have escaped that. Not only that, but some even bigger fool had stepped in front, intending perhaps to make some show of bravado or something. Showoff, much? She shrugged it off, and sighed. Three left. It would be boring to remain a candidate, but besides the one, she really didn't even know if she felt any of these whers were worth it to her.

"Deadglow showing up like that," she murmured to Zaephor, for his ears only. Perhaps the boy and darker skinned girl standing near them heard, but she hardly cared. Anyone who didn't think her a total sun-blinded wherry for her little stunt was just as stupid as she was.

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The sounds were starting to get more chaotic and confusing as the Hatching continued. There was the shuffling of all the candidates on the sands and the murmur of people further away in the stands. There was the cracking and crunching of the eggs as they split and hatched. Most curious of all, were the various sounds all the young hatchlings made as they moved around and looked, presumably, for their chosen person.

Had she been alone, Eryonthi was sure she would be frightened by all the strange noises. As it was, she had Lia's comforting voice in her ear, giving her a running picture of what was happening. She wasn't sure what she would have done without her new friend by her side. Tilting her head to each new sound, Eryonthi nodded at each new description. The baby whers sounded wondrous. She felt she could almost see them. The big iron, noblely watching over his siblings. The fiery orange, or maybe red, showing off her beauty to the world. The little black, climbing up into the stands to find his chosen person. Each one sounded different and unique in their own way. It made her wonder what her wher would be like, if one ever came to her. But there were only a few left now, so she would be patient.

The roar made Eryonthi squeek with surprise and unconciously clutch Lia's arm tighter. Her head turned this way and that as she tried to find the source of the frightening noise, even as she felt Lia move in front of her. For a horrible second, she realized Lia meant to protect her and she feared her new friend. She couldn't bear the thought of Lia being hurt because of her. "Lia don't..." she started to say, but the other's girl's explination interupted her. Eryonthi sighed with relief. Everyone was alright. She absently checked to remind herself that she had worn all the appropriate armor. "Thank the stars," Eryonthi whispered, smiling with relief. So far, everything seemed be going well. She hoped it continued that way.

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Zaephor tilted his head. Shae had spoken to him again. He wasn't quite sure why she did given the strangeness going on around them, but he wasn't going to ignore a temporary distraction. It kept him from fretting over the whers that were being surprisingly non-violent. He wasn't going to complain, of course. This being a peaceful hatching without horrendous maulings, bloodshed and death was almost comforting. That said, he still wasn't comfortable. He was struggling to keep his confident mask up and feared it would slip any second.

Zel was safe. Hopefully. The queen wher was larger than its siblings, though slight in build, and could very likely defend herself and Hers in a pinch. But he was out here with a cowering boy and a haughty Shae. Maybe the whers would attack them instead of him if they decided to get into a hissy fit. He wasn't too keen on getting bloodied up again.

Mismatched eyes settling on Shae, he gave a shrug, "Too bad she was caught, really. Might have made things more exciting."

Oh that was a lie. A horrible, awful lie that he wasn't sure why he said it. Well. He knew why. He was stressed, frightened and wanted out of this place. But he remained in place because reasons...He didn't want to see anyone mauled, even if they were a wherry-brain that waltzed in here late without armor. And he was thrilled that the little black in the stands fell in the lap of his bonded and wasn't eaten by the red. Oh faranth, that would have been unpleasant. Watching a little wheret get gobbled up by a grown wher because it was stupid enough to tick off a red.

He swallowed.

Why couldn't this night just end?

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The black looked panicked, and a grin and a cackle followed it. She was going to drag his sorry hide back onto the Sands, even if she had to trample a few people. So as soon as he flung himself over the wall, Raisk was up on the wall right behind him. Yet what she saw had her stop dead, perched atop the wall... but her expression was not happy. In fact she was livid. How hard was it to answer one simple question? If His was here, that could have saved Raisk the trouble... and she would have been on that stupid sharding rule breaker before Hers could stop her.

Her eyes flickered from Jysk to her new handler, and what she saw in his insolent eyes had her lips curling, fangs completely bared and her eyes were a rapid wash of several shades of red. The muscles in her body coiled and she prepared to leap on him, in fact there was no hesita--

RAISK

Raistlin darted forward a few steps, are you daft?? Control yourself right now!! Raisk's head whirled around to face Hers and she stalked towards them with a predatory look in her eye... yet Raistlin lifted their chin, almost daring her to do what was running through her mind right then.

And then Nevisk was suddenly barking orders and she huffed a sharp breath and stalked away, leaving her Handler sighing... and mimicking Nevitheran's previous bridge-of-nose pinching. They loved her, they really did... but she tested their patience and Raist's mental stamina. It was a good thing they did take her out before this.. perhaps they'd have to physically restrain her.

"I will hear about this later..." they remarked to Nevitheran quietly.

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The frustration in the blonds voice wasn't meant for her either, but it hardly mattered. It didn't matter at all what either of them meant to say, or not say, because a second later Zansk was upon the girls leg, dragging her away to Candidatemaster Zanii. The black paused, his voice invading her private thoughts. She side-eyed him, and gave a curt nod. She knew better than to argue with the Candidatemaster's wher. She wouldn't win, and, really, there was no purpose in it. He was right. Her anger had gotten the better of her.

Blue eyes caught hers, silence reigning before the blond was hauled off. Riven stared after her, her thoughts now resembling an intricately weaved web. In truth, it was all a tangled mess. All of it. Her heart was still pounding, slowing as she watched the blond put on the armour Zanii gave her. The girl was none of her concern. The boy beside her needed to learn to mind his own business. If he thought he was being subtle, he wasn't. Riven turned back to view the Iron and the fire-queen. They had yet to move, even still, which was making her question their intent.

If the blond wasn't prepared to be here she should have been sent off of the Sands. Wasn't there a better protocol for candidates that came rushing in without proper defences? Unless red whers rushing the candidates was their defence. Seemed a bit flawed to Riven, and yet so did everything as of late. Why the girl chose to come back over to where her and the boy stood was anyone's guess, but Riven wasn't about to waste her breath. At least the blond had armour on, which meant she was safer than before. It fit her too, by the looks of it. Realizing she had permitted her gaze to drift, Riven met her fellow candidates eyes, as before. Again there was silence before Riven went back to rationalizing the wherlets' behaviours.

It was Riven that then spoke, despite her better judgment. She was much calmer now that the drama was over and she, and the other, were no longer in immediate danger. "The armour fits you." It was an observation, though the dark-haired teen wasn't looking directly at the young woman. She didn't know the circumstances that had made the girl appear as she was, and with how many mistakes she had made since coming to Dalibor she had no right to tell the wher candidate off. It was better to say nothing and allow for the situation to diffuse. Besides, there were several people watching them now. No need to give them an even bigger show. The last thing Riven wanted, especially now, was peoples attention.

The blond could go on ignoring her, if she so wished. It would be no different than her own treatment of Dhiren. In fact, it may even be karma at work. Cayden was the first person, thus far, Riven had bothered to speak to. It may have been the fact that she had been about to risk her life to save the blue-eyed girl, or it may have been the fact that, from the moment Cayden stumbled in, Riven had taken note of her. One surely had something to do with the other, but to Riven it was all minor, trivial, details.

Riven didn't expect any thanks, nor did she desire it. It wouldn't do her any good. It didn't dawn upon the candidate that the teen standing alongside her might need to apologize, for the sake of her own guilt. The darker-haired girl had wasted too many hours, and days, fussing over things she had said and done. She was learning, slowly, to let go. The weight of her mistakes-of her failures-would crush her if she let them. She didn't care for feeling weak, or incapable, but who did? No one standing here today desired weakness, they desired strength. The whers were their strength. Such a simple fact renewed her zeal for Standing here today, or maybe it was the blond next to her... somehow. She had been reminded of the fact that the person she was still remained, at least in part, within her. Perhaps she would be stronger if she embraced her innate nature.

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Though she was hidden she was watching the goings on very carefully - and paying attention to the thoughts coming from those on the sands. Some were interesting while others were trying her patience. All strangers to us. Be known in time., the wher whispered in Yonthevro’s mind as she continued to peer out from behind her boulder-like brother no longer content to sit in silence. There was a lot on her mind and it was about time she shared it with the white clad ones. Craning her head upwards some those candidates paying close attention would catch a glimpse of her sage hide before she resumed hiding once more. Duties to self important, too., she reassured Raela but did not slip out of the shadows - clearly she was not the one that the mysterious wher wanted.

Large eyes peered over the back of her elder brother as she looked from one to the next, there was just so much going on; even though few were actually moving. A glimpse was given to her sister, the orange still preening and demanding all the attention. That was fine with her, for now. She wasn’t out to impress everyone just the one she was here for. Could be you., this time she offered this soft advice to Ollivander before she set her sights on Riven, Be so rude, no one likes rude. Though to her clutchsister she offered a soft hiss as if to tell her she should probably stop with the theatrics.

The wilting look offered from the orange seemed to say, Why I never. If there was more to that line of thought it was interrupted by the sudden arrival of a very late candidate, though this one was lacking the tell tale white robes. Taking a startled step back the orange’s eyes flashed yellow and red, didn’t the girl know it was rude to interrupt? Yet rather than rushing towards her in any attempt to put the girl in her place she flexed her wings some more, lowering her head to nudge a stray bit of egg shell off her side. Instead the hidden wher slipped out from behind her clutchbrother’s form, or rather was toppled from it when Nevisk came forth to nudge the boulder-like wherlet from his resting spot. Once she was out the slinky green stalked across the sands right to Cayden, snapping her jaws just short of making contact with her leg now clad in the appropriate armor thanks to the Candidatemaster’s quick thinking. Late is rude. Girl rude. No good. A snort from her before her head whipped back towards the other candidates.

High and mighty, but not picked. she hissed at Zaephor as she began to weave her sleek form between the candidates’ legs with ease - as long as none of them moved out of fright. She wasn’t about to bite any of them, at least not yet. There was a destination in mind but she was taking the long way to get there. So tiresome lot. No know why Ollivander so worried. Obviously best choice. Much better than others. As she finished speaking she was in front of the meek young candidate looking up at him with a toothy grin. An odd looking wher but to Hers she would never be a threat; even if she seemed like one as she pressed her face against his leg to root around for a weak point in his armor. It took her longer than it had taken her copper clutchsister but eventually she sunk her teeth into his flesh.

Eyes exploded into every color as she blooded the boy and gazed up at him, Ollisk think Ollivander greatest. Think Ollisk’s should think that too.

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An expressive and fairly articulate wher, Ollisk is very much the type to say exactly what is on her mind; regardless of who it might offend or annoy. Decisiveness is a strong point for Ollisk though at times it comes with price; her eagerness to make a decision may lead her to make the wrong one. While she does try to take the feelings of others into consideration ultimately she must be true to herself and those caught in the crossfire of her emotions are simply unlucky. Ollisk sees little point in beating around the bush, getting things out in the open is the best way to deal with a problem. Thankfully for Hers she is unlikely to go telling all of his secrets. On the flip side she is likely to endlessly encourage Ollivander to be open and honest with his feelings which could be tiresome for the handler. She doesn't believe Hers should ever feel less than perfect, after all would she have chosen him if he was? Confidence is key and something she exudes even when wrapped up in herself; Ollivander will find in Ollisk a wher that is unlikely to allow moping or self doubt to linger for long. Ollisk enjoys listening to Hers' problems, and even the problems of others because she enjoys feeling needed and valued. While it is unlikely any of the advice she gives is terribly useful she at least tries; friends of Ollisk know they have a friend to the end in the green.

On the flip side, those that Ollisk does not like are likely to receive a very very cold shoulder. There will be no subtlety or grace to it either, if she doesn't like you then you will be keenly aware of it. Most of the time there has to be a good reason for Ollisk to completely write you off - other times... well not so much. A finicky green she may dislike someone simply because they didn't compliment or thank her. Perhaps she will dislike a person because Hers is giving them more attention than he is giving Ollisk. Green with envy? Perhaps, but it isn't as if she can help it - she was born green!

Emotions control her every move with no real attempt to bottle them up or control them. For this reason alone her bonded is likely going to have quite a time quieting the never ending storm of feelings brewing inside of Ollisk. Once that is done then he will find he has bonded to a wher who is loyal to a fault and very eager to make friends; even if at times she may give off the impression she'd rather bite someone than talk to them. For those that might mess with Hers the fierceness she presents is far less of a front; Ollisk has no qualms with standing up for Hers even if he is unlikely to stand up for himself.

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Everything about Ollisk offers the illusion of largeness despite the fact she is still well within the average for her color. An earthy sage green covers every inch of her sleek form, interrupted only by large over-sized scales of a lighter green. A thick bone protrudes just behind her head with a membrane that runs the length of her body before tapering off at the start of her tail. Though nowhere near as long as her clutchsisters' tails, hers is impressive in its own right. Thicker at the base than at the split end it will help Ollisk control herself in the water - though on land she may find herself smacking it into people as it lacks any real flexibility. Large eyes are settled on either side of her triangular shaped head, accentuated by long knobs set higher up on her skull. Though she will always look awkward Ollisk will learn to totally own her looks and be absolutely fabulous for it. As an adult she will be 6' x 3'.


It was fine and all that the green had chosen Hers but now that only left the still preening orange and her boulder-like brother. Sure Nevisk had insisted they both choose someone but the gold would have to wait, just like the hopeful candidates. One could not simply rush these type of things, perfection took work and appearances were everything. Content with her form being free of shell fragments and dry enough that she wouldn’t pick up sand as she walked about the orange finally tucked her wings against her back. Craning her neck back and forth she peered at the various candidates before peeking back at the iron. Hrm, he was no help and neither was Nevisk - she was so upset. Tail gave a little waggle back and forth as she walked among the candidates, though they had less to fear from her than the green before her - there was no place for violence. It would be unladylike for her to lash out at them, even if part of her really did want to.

There were no judgmental words from the orange, only looks as she walked a few steps before stopping to peer over Riven. A solid maybe but definitely not who she was looking for. Eryonthi and Basiliare were considered for a brief second before she continued on. No, not them. The more she walked among them the more frustrated she was getting - why couldn’t she find Hers? At first it had not been an issue but now she was getting hungry and tired. Catching herself before she gave a snort - how uncouth would that be? - she lifted her head and paused. Oh, there was something she liked. Whipping her head to the right she stared directly at the one she wanted.

Kaizre, your Kaisk is tired of this game now. Was fun, now hungry. Why be thinking of others? Should be thinking of Kaisk. All is important now, your Kaisk. Come, need blood then food. If he thought for a moment she was going to close the distance between them he was mistaken. She had done more than her fair share of walking while trying to find him among the candidates; he could come to her.

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Kaisk is fully aware that she is not the center of the universe, however it will be near impossible for those not close to her to know this. She acts as if everyone should spin around her as if she were, only begrudgingly accepting the fact her sister is in fact higher in the wher hierarchy. Then again, her sister cannot fly now can she? Even though technically Kaisk cannot fly she will hold the fact she can at least be airborne briefly over the heads of other whers. As if this fact alone means she is a superb specimen and all should be jealous of her superiority.

Kaisk finds herself to be a natural born leader and as such she does not need others to tell her what to do thank-you-very-much. She's got this - why would she ever need to consider the opinion of someone else? Heavily concerned with how she can get what she wants she is at least mindful enough to carry on as if she is concerned about others - if doing so means she gets what she wants. At times she is bossy but she tries to present a more humble front, even if she's not always successful.

As violence is rather uncouth she finds it to be beneath her, there are other ways to get her way and lowering herself to lash out violently would be unladylike. Presenting herself as being proper is important to Kaisk and she will ensure that Hers is presenting himself appropriately as well. This will persist into all aspects of his life, including any personal relationships he pursues once they are a full handler pair. She only wants the best for Hers and will be very vocal if she feels he is moving too fast or the person isn't the right fit for him. Kaisk lacks any real compassion for those outside of herself and Hers. Calculating to the point of being manipulative towards others, she will constantly try to get away with just one more thing just to prove she can. When things do not go her way she will always show a calm outward appearance while under the surface venom floods through her veins. Privately with Hers she may be prone to tantrums should she not get her way; hopefully Kaizre has the patience to deal with her.

Overall Kaisk has a lot of potential; if she could learn to consider the opinions of others she might actually be a decent leader someday. With the help her Hers she may eventually meet her potential, but likely not without a lot of hardship.

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Burnt orange hide is reminiscent of a burning ember. Gold feet are marbled with deeper rust hues with toes that end in wickedly sharp black talons. A long snout juts forth and is easily looked down upon from higher set eyes with thick eye ridges. Loose skin flows back from her head and neck like decorative tassels adding a touch of delicacy to her otherwise fierce appearance. With a bone structure set to allow for muscle build up without ever appearing bulky, Kaisk will boast a well-toned form as she grows and even then as an adult. A short yet whip-like tail tapers into a forked tip, which she will likely use to get Hers' attention from time to time. Kaisk's key defining features, apart from her dangerous beauty, lay against her back. Though it will take training for her to build up the muscles needed to sustain gliding for a period of time it will be evident even as a hatchling that the membranes of her wings can indeed hold her aloft. As an adult she will reach 7'6" x 5'.


With her choice made the number of wherlets still searching for theirs had been reduced to one - the still relatively unmoved (if one didn’t count the nudging from Nevisk) iron seemed content to remain on his own. What was he waiting for?


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Jyderin have hatchlings?
I do. One of them is a dragonrider, a Wingleader. And then I have two grandbabies, one of them is a Candidate for dragons, the other one is too young, yet.


The Master Tanner settled into a slow decent into the floor, his tiny charge cradled against him; it seemed to soothe the Black to be held close, protected. Though he hadn't looked, he could feel Baihujinth's large eyes settled on them from overhead.

What is Wingleader?
A Rider who leads a Wing. Dragons have Wings, Whers have Prides. Most of your brothers and sisters, they will be Priderunners when they get old enough and graduate. Some of them might become Prideseconds or even Prideleaders one day.
Why not us?
I'm a Master Tanner. It's why I'm so old.
Jysk's not old. Jysk think just experienced.


Jyderin's lips curved in a smile, and Jysk tried to mimic it, which only humored the man more.

Where other little-hatchlings?
Kyzekeidon is sleeping, probably. Maybe. Keivhyn, potentially, is probably in the creche or he's with Z'dyn.
Who Z'dyn?
My oldest hatchling, the one that's the Wingleader.
This all Jyderin family?
For now, yes. I had a mate, and other hatchlings, so did Z'dyn, but they went far away and I don't know where they are now. It makes me very sad.


His face fell, and Jysk climbed his shirt to hook his tiny little claws in the front of Jy's collar, swiping his tongue across His' chin.

Jyderin not be sad. Have Jysk, have Zee-dinn, have Musk, Mutt, little hatchlings. Still have family, just best family, now, yes?
Seems so.


The newly-minted Handler pried apart some more chunks of herdbeast - it was difficult to get them small enough that Jysk wouldn't choke on them, but he discovered it was also interestingly simple to hold them, and let the Black tear off smaller bites from them. Jyderin was cautious; his newfound companion was exceptionally small, the smallest of the clutch and overall only Grays and Whites were smaller. He would have to make sure that the new addition to his family wasn't accidentally crushed.

Why we not be Priderunner? Jysk think work, even when tanner-person?
I'm a Master Tanner first. I'm the only non-Apprentice we have operating right now, so all the work falls on me. It's a very important job, I make the leathers and straps and all that for the Weyr. Z'dyn helps me, when he's able. Being a Wingleader is a big job, too.
Jysk think it cool, take ride on dragon, maybe?
We'll have to ask him. He's...well, he's afraid of whers.


Jysk looked like someone had slapped him.

What? Why? Jysk not do anything hurt hatchling, why he scare?
He was mauled almost to death, when he was very young. The same age as my oldest grandbaby, actually. Thirteen. We were coming to help build and establish Western Hold, and one of the canines belonging to the caravan got away from a little girl who owned him. Z'dyn chased it into a cavern, turns out it's where a wild Black lived. It almost killed him, I was very worried. I had just lost his mother and his older brother the Winter before.
Lost? Like they play hide and seek and you not find?
No, Jysk, they died. They got very sick, and both of them didn't make it.
Jysk see.


Another lick to Jy's chin, and the Tanner pulled apart another piece of herdbeast.

So it's kind of ironic, that I Impressed a Black. The very color that almost killed my son.
What means 'ironic'? Like brother, Iron?
No, no. It means it's kind of an opposite. Like, it's neat. Nobody would ever think it would happen.
Jysk is big surprise, then.
Biggest of surprises, yes.


The reason Baihujinth had arrived, became obvious; two heads peeped out from the edge of the ledge, and Jyderin just happened to look up to spot both Keivhyn and Kyzekeidon, the pair of boys brought aboard their father's Iron to watch the Hatching. Both had been curious, apparently, and had sequestered the King's assistance to come watch; though both of them remained up on the ledge with the Iron. Baihujinth had gotten quite good at guarding hatchlings, be they human or otherwise. Latch was just that against Kyzekeidon's shoulder, the multi-toed Orange climbing up to his neck to peer over and look just in time for the like-colored SubQueen wheret to Impress. Both boys, as was protocol, applauded with the rest of the crowd at each Impression.

"Dad is going to be pissed, Keiv."
"Why?" came the curious question from the younger of the pair.
"Look. Grampa's got one. You know he hates whers."

Keivhyn frowned, one hand clutching on to Ky's shirt to keep himself from toppling over, though Baihujinth's massive tail was between the boys and the ledge.

"Papa's scared, Ky. He didn't look mad when Bosk came to see us the other day, and he likes Musk.."
"That's different, though."
"Nuh-uh," the 8-turn-old protested. "Not different, Bosk's a wher. That little baby PawPaw has, he's a wher, too. Just smaller. Why would Papa be afraid of that? He don't look big enough to hurt nothin'." Ky sniffed, fluffing his chest out. "I bet since PawPaw's got 'im, he wouldn't hurt nobody anyway. You know him, I bet nothin' would choose him if it was mean. I wanna go see."
"Shhh, no, we're staying up here. That Gold looked pretty mean when that other Candidate girl showed up late, I'm not gonna get chewed out because we dropped in on them. There's only the one left, anyway, and then maybe it'll be safe to go see PawPaw before we go to bed. If Dad wakes up and you and Baihujinth are missing, he's gonna want to know why. I'm not gonna end up on stables duty again because we had to lie to him."
"Papa can tell."
"Of course he can tell. Now shush. That Iron's gonna pick soon, and I wanna know who he chooses, I can't hear if you're nattering all night."

Keivhyn giggled, and Ky socked his arm before Baihujinth shoved his snout down on Ky's head.

Shhhh.
"Yes, Baihujinth," both boys answered in quiet unison.

Ijo wasn't late. He liked to think he was just early for class. Isk lumbered into the Sands, greeting Vessk and Norsk, before rumbling a wordless greeting to Nevisk and Raisk out on the Sands. It would undoubtedly be Ijo's next class; they were painfully short on Wherlingmasters, and it didn't look as if anyone intended on stepping up anytime soon. It wasn't as if Isk didn't mind; but as soon as he spotted the Copper, he groaned. Ijo looked a little confused, before he caught what his Brown had spotted, and sighed.

Another one. Fantastic.
Maybe they not as hard-head as Osk.
I'm going to either be white or bald by the time any of this is over.
Not if Isk have anything say about.


Ijo snickered, venturing down the wall on the Stands side to avoid incurring the wrath of Raisk or Nevisk. He was acquainted with both Queens, and Isk favored the spritely Red Queen over most of those at the Weyr, these days. He ventured towards those who were feeding their new wherets, and quietly settled in amongst them. Isk ventured baby to baby, sniffing them out curiously.

"Good morning, new Wherlings. My name is Ijo, this is my Brown, Isk, and we will be your Wherlingmasters for the duration of your time as said Wherlings. Now, I understand some of you may be quite new to this whole thing, and I'll go more in-depth with a small lesson here, once the remaining wheret out there on the Sands has chosen his bonded. For now, just continue what you're doing as far as feeding your wherets. They're going to eat quite a bit, and they'll keep eating regardless of whether they're hungry or not, so you're going to need to focus on the hunger that you're feeling. When you start feeling a little bit full, then their bellies are full and you can stop feeding them. Make sure you're tearing the pieces apart so they don't choke, and watch your fingers. Some of them can be a bit nippy."
Hello, Hello,
Isk greeted them. My name Isk. All babies belong to Isk-Pride now. Make sure protect, baby-whers and not-so-baby wherling.

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Kida smiled when the black impressed. She had a soft spot for stands impressions, she didn’t know why. They were always so exciting, and there was nothing more wonderful than someone not expecting to bond, bonding to their lifemate. Kidanyr smiled softly, it made her heart flutter in her chest, all warm and soft. But she couldn’t focus on it too much. The candidate would snap to attention, looking more towards the shadowy area where the Iron and his siblings sat. Finally, the sneaky wher decided to make an appearance. Kidanyr tilted her head as she watched her slink her way across the sands in the odd way Whers did.

She was pretty, a nice sage green, and Kidanyr felt a bit of hope. She liked greens. Foranith was always going to be her favorite green, but the girl could easily see herself alongside the fish-like Wher. Still, the wheret made many stops along the way, but Kidanyr was not one. Still she refused to feel sad. A tendril of it curled in her heart, but she would ignore it. There were still two, after all. Plus this might not be her hatching.

Still Kidanyr would be happy for Ollivander, she was a beautiful wheret, and he seemed like a nice enough boy from the few times she had seen him.

That left the Iron and the Orange. Kida could feel her heartbeat in her throat as the ending of the hatching neared.

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A green. Not bad. Syrene was a bit biased, especially with Musath. Though she wasn’t overly fond of the dragon, she had to admit greens were cool. Her eyes were far more focused on that orange. Such a vain thing. Syrene snorted a bit. She wasn’t fond of vanity. Who cared about looks if you didn’t have the brawn to back it up? Still, even Syurene had to admit the orange was beautiful. She looked like living fire, bright and sparkling. She was well proportioned, too, much like the Copper before her. An elegang thing built to be as pretty as she surely thought herself.

Syrene watched as she made her way among the candidates, wondering if she was going to be as choosy as she looked. Her attention would turn to the Iron as she made her c hoice. Just what was he doing?


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Yonthevro's attention had turned from the eggs to watching the large red wher nearly attack a girl without proper robe and armor. It seemed they were quite serious about following all the proper rules. It hadn't been a problem for him personally though, as he could seen the sense in it. He had never worn armor like this before, even when out hunting. He couldn't help but think it might have been useful during some of those times, even if it did restrict his movements some. It was certainly preferable to getting clawed in the chest. That girl was lucky the red wher decided not to demonstrate.

An odd sensation that he was being watched made him turn back to the eggs with a frown. His eyes widened as he heard a voice in his head. It took him a moment to realize that the voice had come from the little green wher and for another moment he wondered if this was a sign that the lovely creature had chosen him. But no, the feeling was quickly passing so he didn't think that was the case. Still, her words made him smile. She was right in a way. As strange as all this was to him, no doubt it was equally strange to new born whers. They were certainly more intelligent at birth than he had suspected. Imagine being capable of such complex thoughts and speech and less than an hour old.

He watched the green weaved among the other candidates with interest before making her choice. His breath caught when the orange approached his sister on her friend. Would she choose one of them? But no, she had moved on and then selected someone else. He hoped Eryonthi wasn't too disappointed. He knew they might both have to wait some time before a wher, or dragon in his case, might choose them. But he did hope it wouldn't be too long for Eryonthi. A wher might be just what she needed to regain some of her old confidence.

Now there was only the big iron one left. He didn't seem to be in a rush either. Yonthevro raised an eyebrow at him curiously. Wasn't he hungry? Maybe he was waiting for something, or someone.
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