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 We'll Share a Dream, {Couineth's fifth Hatching}
Sakoru
 Posted: May 24 2017, 01:54 PM
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Of the pair, Ruane was the first to look up when an unfamiliar voice sounded in her mind – a dragon’s, but not part of her as Emath’s was. Hazel eyes cooled, and she rocked up to balance on the balls of her feet, elbows resting on her thighs as she watched A’ndel and Ganhaarth approach. Emath looked up too, swallowing his most recent bite of food as his viridian brother came nearer. Oh, he said in a very small voice. Suddenly Ruane stood, eyes cold as she regarded the boy and his dragonet without speaking. Half a step forward, she stopped, watching them walk away to get their own feed. Yes, it was best they were going. She was hardly going to listen to words that bothered her dragonet and do nothing about it if that boy stayed even a moment longer.

Back to the guilt after his rider had successfully distracted him, the burgundy switched his tail, refusing the next bite of food as His crouched again and offered it to him. I can’t fly. I killed her trying to fly, he insisted weakly to his human, and Ruane shook her head, sensing the rising panic in her dragonet’s voice. She felt it as her own – something she wasn’t used to, but that seemed as normal as anything else, even though it was so new.

You didn’t, she thought quietly, because these were not words she wished anyone else to hear. Cupping her burgundy’s jaw in one hand, she made him look her in the eye, and kissed his bloody muzzle, just as she had always kissed Viatris’ nose. Didn’t you hear him? He killed her. It isn’t your fault.

But it— Emath was silenced by his rider grabbing another piece of meat and stuffing it in his mouth, this time not giving him an option. Indignant, he flapped his little wings and gobbled the chunk of meat, apparently forgetting that he didn’t actually need his mouth free to talk. Perhaps her habits rubbed off on him the same as his manner now rubbed off on her. Ruane grinned at him, licking her lips and offering another piece of meat. ”Hmm?” she inquired playfully, and as he reached for the morsel, she pulled it away and hopped backward, drawing an indignant squawk from her hatchling.

Hey! That’s my food! the burgundy squealed, and his rider smirked, pretending to put the bit of meat in her mouth. Emath snatched it out of her hand and dropped it, pecking it furiously before eating it, just as if he were teaching the wayward snack a lesson. My food, he repeated, and Ruane patted his lean shoulder affectionately, the blood on her hand blending into his crimson hide. Well, she would wash him later. Lesson number one, after all, was feeding, washing and oiling the babies.

”Yes, yes, all yers.” Soothingly petting him, the weyrling continued to feed her new dragon bits of meat. Making sure he didn’t swallow it whole didn’t seem to be an issue, since he pecked every scrap to death before he actually ate it. It was pretty funny, actually. Ruane made a mental note to make fun of him for it later. It would have to wait a few minutes, though, because the weyrlingmaster was speaking, and the burgundyweyrling spared her a fairly bored look. She managed a slightly more interested expression than she ever did in candidate lessons, but only just.

Nia, huh? Well, that was easy to remember. Ruane was good with names. She was also good at remembering lessons that had been drilled into her head for ages; as candidates they had been told a little about the first minutes with their dragons. Do not overfeed had been banged into her brain so many times she couldn’t have forgotten it if she wanted to. Being able to feel her own belly filling up was a weird sensation, though, she had to admit. Not that it filled very fast since Emath just had to peck everything.

Oh yes, she knew how to oil a dragon. Trying not to be bored, the weyrling looked out toward the emptied Sands, catching sight of Morrigan still there. Something unknown crossed her eyes; not wishing to give herself away, Ruane offered another bite of meat to Emath and thought to him, do me a favour, darling? Up came his gaze, mid-peck, the bit of meat caught between his jaws like a seed in a wherry’s beak.

Okay.

Reach out to that girl – the one with the long hair. Her name’s Morrigan. Tell her I… am sorry. And that she’ll hear from me soon.

Emath tilted his head at her curiously, and then glanced toward the Sands himself, finding the girl His was referring to. His voice extended to Morrigan, faithfully echoing the words Ruane had asked him to relay. Ruane wants me to tell you she is sorry. Also that you’ll have word from her very soon. Bemused by being present in another human’s mind, Emath’s voice was stiff and awkward, and he withdrew quickly, shaking his head and diving for another piece of meat. That was weird, he announced with a snort, and Ruane smiled and scratched his neck ridges affectionately, handing him another bite.

Thank you, love. Keeping one ear on Nia, the weyrling turned her head to watch Morrigan go, wondering if she would turn and look at her. If she did, the dragon candidate would find Ruane smiling after her, although she had to turn in a moment and acknowledge that the weyrlingmaster was speaking. Blah, blah, blah. Yes, they were the Weyr’s manual labour. Nothing new about that.

Once her dragon had eaten his fill, Ruane rocked to her feet, smirking down at the burgundy as he contentedly fluttered his wings. Better?

Much, the dragonet agreed so indulgently that his rider chortled before nodding in the direction of the other weyrlings. Ready? she inquired, and the hatchling chirped his agreement. Deciding to be relatively social, the burgundyweyrling led him over to where Rylin had just been bowled over by the brown dragonet. Offering a casual hand, she grinned down at the other weyrling. ”Finally got yers, did ya? Payback fer bein’ so cute,” she stated cheerfully. ”Up ya get, ya been dirty enough fer one day. ‘Grats on the little’un. She’s a cutie too.”

Emath eyed his sister, but didn’t say anything to her yet, instead choosing to sit close behind His while she helped up the other weyrling.

@Ruin – A’ndel
@Zane – Morrigan, Rylin

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Tavistrath was growing increasingly glad that they were up on a ledge, because even after the euphoria of watching his sister Impress, B’tor was growing ever more agitated as the Hatching went on. Most of it was taken in good fun: he grinned at the boxing burgundy and didn’t blink too hard at any of the minor maulings between dragonets. Every Hatching had some kind of destruction in it, in his experience, and unless people or dragons were seriously hurt he didn’t generally bat an eye. Getting excessively upset about anything wasn’t much his style.

But when the girl was killed (what exactly happened he couldn’t say from here), the greenrider became abruptly serious, watching with a keen stare. Candidates had died before in Hatchings; he felt the loss as his own, but what really stirred him up was the other girl’s scream. And then – oh no. Arcaina tried to pull the body from the red, and B’tor stepped forward, to the very end of the ledge. ”Arcaina, no!” he roared, and struck Tavistrath’s shoulder suddenly to get her attention, even as the red’s jaws snapped shut on the girl’s arm, and then a boy stepped forward and flung her backward. I cannot take you down there, B’tor, his green protested mournfully, shaking her head.

Shard it, Tavistrath, fly me down! he demanded, and again the green shook her head, folding her wings tighter against her back in stubborn denial. I cannot land on Couineth’s Sands. I am sorry, my own. Our little one will be all right – see, she is going to the healers now. Not that she looked good, and there looked like a lot of blood coming out of that arm. Hoping to reassure the girl even if she could not let Hers help her, Tavistrath reached out to Arcaina. B’tor and I will come down to you when we are allowed on the Sands, she promised her, and then before Hers could ask her to, she reached out to Rylin as well. Largely this was because she felt the stunning force of B’tor’s rage as the brown bowled his little sister over. Oh dear.

B’tor says— she was cut off by the man himself, his thunderous voice booming out once more over the Sands. ”Rylin!”

Turning her face away from the Sands as if that could dispel her embarrassment, Tavistrath tried not to cringe. Must you yell? she muttered, and her rider glanced at her, angry colour rising in his face. ”He just ran over my sister!” he snapped, and returned his gaze to the weyrlings, pinpointing exactly which one the brown belonged to. Oh, it was the kid he had met on his first night here.

Still… his brown had run over Rylin! B’tor narrowed his eyes.

Please do not tell me you’ll hold a grudge against him now.

…Maybe.

@Catsitta – Arcaina
@Zane – Rylin

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Ruane glanced up at the loud echo of Rylin’s name, and raised a brow. ”Someone wants ya ta hear ‘im.”


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 Posted: May 25 2017, 09:21 PM
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"You fell so silent, my Lord," Anda whispered softly to the man, concern tinging her voice, one of her hands reaching to press against his shoulder as if to ensure that he was still there with her, though it quickly dropped away so she would not appear to be so informal with such an important man. "Did you know the girl?" Oreanda could not tell; she did not think the Lord Holder had any family within the Weyr, but she certainly did not know even half of the people who came and went from these Walls. He had been quiet for so very long, before filling in the remains of the Hatching in succession, and the more silence, and then...the promise of caring for the young girl.

"You should go see the Weyrleadership," she used Osk's eyes to find them, but the big wher was already on his way to her as the Crafters, Holdfolk, and Weyrfolk alike slowly stood to filter out now that the Hatching was done. Oh, folks here and there were collecting their bets--or paying them out--but in general now was the time of movement. Which meant very few people would be paying attention to them--aside from the aides and anyone who would want a word with the Lord Holder.

"I should leave you to it," Anda said softly, though somewhat disappointed it had ended like this. She would have liked to know what happened to a Lord Holder after a Hatching. Did he normally stay, or did he go? She knew he would be at the Feast when it was held, but that was for later. Now, however, things would be different anyway, if he knew this girl. Even if he did not, he had certainly taken an interest in seeing that she was sent between with honor, and would need to tend to his duty. "If you need any help, you may ask for me, my Lord. The Weyrwoman sometimes appoints Wherguards to dignitaries, especially after Lady Irohvyne had an attempt on her life." She would never hesitate to be helpful, he could at least count on that.


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 Posted: May 26 2017, 01:30 PM
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Well then. The brown walked over the cyan weyrling and seemed content with having done just that. Issue resolved? Nia scratched the back of her neck, unsure what to say on that affair. This whole class would need a careful eye on them to make sure they didn't cause any upheaval. Her attention whipped around as the second of the two iron weyrlings approached, his dragonet barking loudly in demand. Fish? She heard of dragons eating fish, but not of wanting it over something like herdbeast or wherry. Picky eaters. Noted.

"Oh, I will see what we can do about that," she said, smiling at Lu'ka. It took a moment, but she waved down a drudge and communicated what was desired. He gave her a baffled look and she returned it with a shrug. As the drudge ran off to fetch the requested meal, she gazed over the gathered weyrlings with a sigh. "He should be back soon with some fish. Though when he gets bigger, sustaining him on that alone could be...problematic." For the ocean around Dalibor. Were there enough fish in the sea to feed a grown king every day for the rest of his life? Nia somehow doubted it.

Trailing around the group, she returned to helping weyrlings where she could, showing proper feeding and oiling techniques whenever she spotted a problem. Soon enough she would be escorting them to their new home for the next few months.

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 Posted: May 26 2017, 05:02 PM
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”No,” he responded softly to the handler, ”I did not know her but I dread ever being met with the news of my own children passing before I do.” A nod was given to one of the aides that had traveled with him from Crescent. The man leaned in so Callum could speak his instructions quietly into the man’s ear. Once he was done the aide was off, taking the stairs two at a time on his way down towards the Weyrleaders to follow through with his mission. ”It will be seen to, unless Crescent’s assistance is not welcome or necessary.” The last thing he wished to do was step on anyone’s toes - much less the Weyrleaders’. Tragedy had struck on their sands and he wasn’t certain what the protocol for this was; he did not have the opportunity to attend many hatchings when he was up north to know how the Weyrs handled deaths on the sands.

Turning to look at Oreanda he offered a polite smile, ”You can be of help actually. If it isn’t too much trouble, that is.” A turn had come and gone at Crescent and while the previous Lord and Lady had done well for the Hold there were things that had required his near constant attention. As such he had passed the opportunity for a small tour of the Weyr the last time he attended a hatching and feast. ”I have not seen much of the Weyr beyond this wondrous cavern and the dining hall. Are there any other points of interest?” From another the question may have seemed laced with an ulterior motive but from Callum it was genuine. Curiosity tickled the back of his mind when it came to the Weyr and its denizens - it was almost as if he were in a completely different world when he compared the Hold to the Weyr in some regards. ”Of course I do not wish to monopolize your time, Prideleader. If you have other matters to attend to I would be happy to delay until another time. No doubt you would like time to prepare for the feast?”

As far as Callum was concerned his preparations would not take all that long. A quick trip between to his Hold to change into something more suited for dancing and eating and then he would be back. Women were entirely different creatures though, his wife could take candlemarks preparing herself before an important event. ”If so then I would be happy to escort you from the cavern so you can tend to things.” With that he stood, allowing his hand to leave hers but offering out the crook of his arm for her to take if she wished to.

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Oreanda had never had children, had never even thought of having them, so she could offer the Lord no comfort that would not be feigned, and did not insult him by doing so. She only knew the pain it would be to bury Osk or Akke, and that was pain enough to steal her breath from her chest; so perhaps it was something like that. Though far more powerful, she wagered, of something you created yourself rather than found in life. "Rayna is a wise Weyrwoman, my Lord," she said softly, though again did not overstep herself by promising things that did not in any way involve her.

"There are many things of interest here, my Lord. Even more if you're willing to ride Osk, or perhaps a runnerbeast from the stable. Though Osk will not be able to follow as Rukbat has risen, and I have never been on a runnerbeast," she seemed to shudder at the thought. A large uncontrollable creature between her legs, and her unable to see. It was a terrifying prospect. "I am quite willing to show you around," she smiled. "No time like the present," and her words had never been more true. A Candidate had died, and anything else could come tomorrow, why not act today. "The feast may wait as the Weyrlings settle in, a day or two. Perhaps that will leave you free today after you've met with Rayna?" If he took the time to meet with the Weyrleadership, she could even sneak in a little nap and be refreshed. It wasn't as if all the Wherhandlers adapted to a wholly nocturnal life.

She still maintained the dolphins, rank the bell for report, scraped bloodfish and passed on gossip. Some days Osk would even follow with his goggles if Rukbat was low enough in the sky; though she would not risk his sensitive eyes to midday unless there was great need. A guided tour was not great need, just a fun curiosity of hers. "What say you, my Lord? Shall we meet in the Dining Hall at the midday mark?" Plenty of time for them to tend to both of their businesses. And then the rest of the day to explore the Weyr in the lull between a Hatching and its Feast.


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At the mention of riding runners the Lord Holder actually broke into a brief grin. Though he was not by any means as accomplished a rider as skilled men and women from the beasthall he had been taught to ride. It was something he did not frequently get to indulge in; he preferred tinkering with mechanical things over spending much time outside. Still there was something exhilarating about being atop a runner, no doubt he would enjoy himself.

”I would be honored to have you show me around the Weyr, Prideleader.” Standing there with his arm perched to accept hers should she desire it he smiled, ”I will tend to my business and allow you to tend to yours. Midday it shall be then.” Finding her arm in his he began leading them down the stairs slowly behind her intimidating bronze who proved to be skilled at clearing a path for them. At the bottom of the stairs they turned and followed the corridor out into the bowl where Callum let the handler take the lead towards the left. Once he had his bearings continued on until they reached an entry into the lower caverns, the stores if he was not mistaken, and he relinquished her to the custody of her great beast. ”I shall see you at midday, my lady.’”

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Jaleril watched the events unfold on the Hatching Grounds. In her past experience, Hatchlings would get out of their shells and Impress. There was none of this wandering about. Some of the creatures did amuse her, but others did quite frighten her. Luckily she had the knowledge of her parents’ ‘Impression Classes’ and that kept her safe. She dodged when needed, stood still when needed and with each Impression her relief grew. Soon she would be on her way for her posting and free of her family’s expectations for her.

And then she heard the voice in her mind…

“No!” she whispered horrified, she lifted her eyes to the purple dragon before her and she heard her sisters scream with excitement

Your family is pleased! I am so glad! Lyreth commented, the purple paused then said But you are upset! Why are you upset? Did someone hurt you? I watched you carefully. Did I miss something? It never dawned on the dragonet that he might be the source of her distress

Jaleril blinked, “No, Lyreth. I am fine,” luckily she was good at reading others, “I am just a bit overwhelmed.”

Oh! Of course I can understand that! I know I am a bit overwhelming Lyreth said Once you are fully recovered, we will make music together, will we not?


“Yes, we will,” the journeyman harper replied, feeling doomed.

There now everyone is looking at us, just as I planned it! The purple said Shells! Your family can make a lot of noise can they not?

“Lyreth…about my family..” she began

I know, I felt your feelings, but this makes them happy and I will speak to their soulmates Lyreth replied They will not bother us over much. Our partnership is about you and me, not them. You are not a dragonrider, Jaleril. You are -my- rider Lyreth said firmly and I will make you happy in the life we will share. I promise you that. Now come on, I am hungry and some of my siblings, well I would hate for anything to happen to any of them because they hurt you!
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If he weren’t dimly aware of the possibility of being mauled by a hatchling on a mission, K’bi would have closed his eyes. The iron and yellow voices rattling hither and thither tickled his amusement terribly. It was so nice to hear them, to know what they were thinking instead of being left in the dark. He hated the not knowing, the silence. Sure, there were other ways to tell—the stumpy-winged hatchling who had just charged at the boys was clearly not happy about something. Babies couldn’t tell you why they were mad. Neither could a runner. But a dragon could and just…chose not to if you weren’t special enough to them.

Humor brought down once more by the thought, he glanced up at where J’mi and Zinny sat, high on the ledges. Then he shook his head, and decided it was fussy and silly to dwell, and if the two commentating hatchlings were going to branch out, he ought to listen while he could.

But it wasn’t an iron or yellow voice that filtered into his mind—it was pink.

K’bi you naughty boy, you tried to run away from me when you came to visit.

He has just been thinking about that. About voices, reserved for someone special. So he realized it instantly. He wasn’t confused, he knew immediately what was going on, but he was still shocked. Naughty. Well, it wasn’t the first time he’d been called that. But…I was so worried you would leave for good and I would have to go away.

He wasn’t a person who felt shame often—too anchored in the present to linger overmuch in the past—but he remembered that wistful thought when he’d turned to leave Couineth’s touching, and regret washed through him. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled, and reached, but before he could gather the pretty pink in his arms, she had darted over to his new friend and snagged some of his clothing as a…as a gift?

OH! I got you something. Um… Um… Here!

K’bi, as he had so been christened, grinned ear-to-ear, lunging for his new lifepartner and scooping her up with uncharacteristic gentleness, leery of the injured limb that he could feel throbbing in his mind. It didn’t matter if another dragon ever spoke to him again, there was only one that mattered. “Thanks,” He offered breezily, and if there was a breathlessness to it, his partner knew why already, having merrily rummaged around his thoughts and emotions with happy abandon. He didn’t mind in the least. “I’ll steal some o’m’new Weyrlingmaster’s trousers for ya.” He offered solemnly, an apologetic wink to Lueka. Their new Weyrlingmaster, lady that she was, may object to him being so close to her trousers, but he’d figured out a way, somehow…

Steal? Oh no, that won’t be necessary.

As he carried her, for once, not thinking of J’mi, or Ziniath, or even himself, just her, just Quoth. He paused.

Wait, like, ‘Quoth the wherry, nevermore?

Quoth shot him a look, Like “Quoth, beholden to K’bi”, It rhymed with ‘cloth’ when she said it.

K’bi smiled. “Imma call you Quoth. Like quoth the wherry.

Quoth merely shook her head, Naughty boy..

He set her gently down before the (apparently quite busy) dragonhealer, and was surprised when a classmate of his brother’s took over instead, given the number of patients his senior was dealing with. He frowned at him, but Quoth was not distressed. In fact, while Oosh worked on her leg, her forepaw stretched, reaching for a bucket that someone had turned away from, hearing a dreadful commotion on the Sands. Lots of gasps of horror.

K’bi didn’t even turn around. He shimmied the unwatched bucket closer to Quoth, offering her bites from its purloined innards, which she brought close up to her maw and scarfed, though her eyes were thoughtfully on the scene unfolding.

K’bi kept his gaze stubbornly on her. Whatever had happened…Well, better them than me.

Quoth gave the impression of a sad smile—how he could discern this on her draconic features, he didn’t know, but he knew, at the same time. Sad for the loss of life, for the white-robed soul that would need love and support she would have to wait to give. You say that now, but you are a dragonman. Wait and see.

K’bi couldn’t really imagine himself changing, but he found he adored Quoth’s certainty, and was willing to play along. “We’ll see.
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