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 We'll Share a Dream, {Couineth's fifth Hatching}
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 Posted: May 18 2017, 06:37 PM
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Kataya said something about their sister, pointing out a younger girl that was just ahead of them. Rylin nodded over and over again, much like a bobble-head senselessly flapping about on a dashboard. She swallowed hard, trying to keep pace with everyone else. Once they were through they were through, and so she set about standing alongside the dark-haired girl and her blond sister. At least she wasn't completely alone down here. "Thank you," she whispered to Kataya, truly grateful that she hadn't just abandoned her.

Good, B'tor was coming. Faranth, she needed him here badly. This was all because of him-wasn't it? She wouldn't be here otherwise, would she? The Weyrsinger's mind ran back to all of the times she'd seen B'tor and Tavistrath together. She had never doubted that her lunkhead of a brother was happiest when with his sweetheart of a green. She was meant for him, she really was. What was she meant for? Was music truly her calling, the thing that she had spent her entire life doing? Uncertainty overtook her.

She recalled then the time she had spent with Zaephor. Silently her green eyes sought him out on the opposite side. There was someone standing with him... that was good. She wished it was her, but this was how it had to be for now. She would think of him the entire time, and pray that he came out on the other side of this alright. She had never had time to secure herself friends. There were people at the Harper Hall she'd spent time with, but they didn't really know her. She thought that, just maybe, she could have a friend in the boy with the aching heart.

The hatching was well under way before Rylin could even make sense of what was happening. She was distracted by Tavistrath's announcement that they were here. They would always be there for her, though the reminder made her smile sweetly. B'tor had taken his seat, and was holding his makeshift sign. She could spot him from a mile away as her head turned to look up at the Stands. Her face instantly flushed, and she gaped, covering one side of her face as if somehow that could save her from embarrassment. Shrinking down, the Weyrsinger wished for nothing more than to disappear. Faranth, no one here better recall her name. Tavistrath's continued reassurances made her feel warm and fuzzy, but it unfortunately didn't cancel out the intermix of both anxiety and fear that still plagued her.

The auburn-haired harper heard sounds of concern, and so wide eyes were turned back to the dragon eggs. The once settled green was rampaging about, scrabbling at one of the purple eggs. It wasn't one of the ones she had touched but it didn't matter, it hurt all the same to see the greens violence enacted upon her sibling. It was painful to watch, and so she looked away, afraid of what the outcome would be. The small cyan, more or less unscathed, escaped the remains of her shell. As she made her way into the world, the green turned from her. Stalking off to harass her other siblings, the green was soon upon one of the other eggs, but the dragonet within pulled the top of its shell back down upon itself in dismay. Rylin snuck a peek, seeing the green being warned off by Couineth, meanwhile the cyan was preening herself.

It was the cyan who responded aggressively next, desiring to keep her green-sister at bay. She was gorgeous. Look at her. Rylin couldn't help but smile as the cyan went back to preening. The fear she had over what the greens actions may result in had all but dissipated at the sight of the little cyan so... calm? No, she wasn't a calm dragon, but she could certainly hold her own.

The green charged the cyan with a vengeance, and so the chase began! Past the candidates the dragonets flew. Rylin jumped back as several of the others gasped and sought to protect themselves from harm. Rylin could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Despite her fear, it was Zaephor she peered over at. Fear was written all over her face, her gaze locked upon the boy, even as the green and cyan continued their rampage. There was one candidate in particular that the green came to round on, and so Rylin's head whipped in the direction of Seiyrsha as she was lightly bit. Rylin's hands clapped over her mouth, her face paling considerably.

Oh, the girl was okay! She was going to be okay-right? Feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, the Weyrsinger pushed past her flurry of emotions. If Zeph could do this, with how badly injured he had been in past hatchings, she could manage. She could do this. They both could.

The cyan was challenging her mother, a sight that turned heads and raised eyebrows. Did the small cyan really think she could take on a dragon as fearsome as Couineth? Certainly she didn't want to hurt her mother, only challenge her? So strange, coming from a dragonet with a cyan-hide. She kept on trying to make some-sort of sound. Rylin, being a harper, could hardly identify it. It was noise, in a nutshell. Pure noise. Strangely enough it didn't bother the harper girl. The cyan's personality didn't much match the cyans Rylin had come to know. She was... different. While the cyans uniqueness would, ordinarily, cause her glee, she was still afraid of what might take place between the cyan and her green clutchsibling.

The cyan next turned to the Stands, seeming to want up! What was this dragonet doing? Rylin watched, mesmerized by the cyans boldness. Another egg that had been rocking cracked apart, and out came a cool brown. The dragonet was, most certainly, not a red. Relief flooded through Rylin, mostly because she knew how afraid many of the candidates were of reds. She had never experienced a red hatching and so she didn't have an opinion, but. The young woman trusted the stories she'd heard about as much as she wanted to give the reds a fair chance.

Couineth seemed none too impressed about the cyans actions, and so she scooped her back. The cyan tumbled back, seeming to roll in the sand until she was covered. She rolled right towards the girls, a tangle of limbs. Rylin cocked her head to the side. The cyan tried to clean herself off, but to no avail. Rising, she did her peculiar little hoppity-dippity thing right on over to... wait... no. The cyan looked first to herself, and then to her, eyes coming to whirr the rainbow-colors of impression.

The emotions that flooded through the harper could not be put to words. There were no songs, no ballads, she knew that could even begin to cover all that she felt. The dragonets voice was so familiar, like she had always known it somehow. It felt like home. She could hardly handle the swell of emotions that threatened to bowl her over. So, she leaned over to catch her breath, reaching out to the cyan for support. The dragonet didn't leave her, prattling on about the clear injustice that had been dealt her.

Then, as if she had decided they were moving, all on her own, the cyan hopped off in the direction of the feed buckets. Rylin knew they ought to be heading to the back of the sands but she was still frozen in place. The cyan was chirping all the while, turning back to Hers to hold out a claw for a... what? What did she want? All Rylin could do was stare at her, still feeling out of breath.

In, and out. Closing her eyes over, head-spinning, Rylin finally came to stand back up to her full-height.
Loriketh? Rylin questioned, her mind voice soft as she addressed her dragonet for the first time.
You didn't answer me Rylin, either time. Why, you look positively unwell. Was it something I said?
No, I mean... yes. You're perfect... Loriketh. I-I can't believe I almost didn't-, but that thought was ended abruptly by Loriketh's chirp. Turning herself back round, the cyan hopped back over to where her silly rider was standing.
Tell that to mother, she is being oh so stubborn. I was completely in the right you know.

Some color was restored to the girls cheeks as she chuckled, realizing in that moment that Loriketh had some of B'tor's humour. They were both stubborn. Reaching out, Rylin scratched the cyans eye ridges, a warmth filling the pair of them. Turning back, Rylin scouted the candidates. Zaephor was looking right at her. She looked back at him, expression faltering. Zeph... she thought, to which Loriketh tilted her head way far to the side.
Well hurry up Rylin, don't let them stop you. If you have something to do you ought to do it you know! Rylin shrugged a shoulder, continuing to stare over at Zeph. Turning back to Loriketh, the journeyman harper forced a grin.
"Okay, just a sec. I'll be real quick, okay?" Loriketh chirped, tilting her head the other way. She wanted to be off the Sands before her green-sister decided to make another pass at her. Oh, if she tried that shaffit again she'd be right ticked! Mother ought to keep a close eye on that one, not her. She was not the troublemaker! She was flawless, in fact.

Rylin moved in strides towards Zeph, feeling emboldened for one of the first times in her life. She looked back briefly, making sure that her gorgeous new dragonet was still there. Loriketh... how could she have ever questioned whether she ought to Stand or no? She couldn't imagine her life without the cyan-not ever. Loriketh felt the same way. Loriketh barely knew her, but she could feel that the dragonet loved her dearly. She wanted to cry she was so happy and yet didn't because she was still worried for Zaephor. She couldn't be completely happy until her friend had impressed and was safe.

Standing in front of him, for Alistair was alongside him, Rylin offered him something in her palm. She grabbed his gloved hand, and forced him to accept the item. She closed his fingers about the possession, though it would likely come to dangle in his grip. Now was not a time for stubborn behaviour, and she knew how stubborn he could be. "Take it," she whispered, knowing she had very little time to say anything beyond this. Taking a step back, she held the boys gaze before turning round and moving back to her cyans side.

"Good luck, to both of you," Rylin spoke to Kataya and Sin as she passed, hoping that they too would find their bonded's among the clutch today. Loriketh happily set to hopping back in the direction she'd been heading in originally. This time Rylin was at her side, a hand on her hide. Looking back over her shoulder at where Zaephor stood, the young woman nodded to him. He would be alright. She knew he would be alright. Eyes raising for the first time to the Stands, Rylin raised an arm over her head and waved to her older brother. She had done it, he was right all along. She was finally where she was meant to be, both in his world, and her own.

Once they were at the back of the sands Loriketh scooted forward on her belly, snaking along the ground as the smell of food hit her nose. "Loriketh?" Rylin spoke aloud, eyes narrowing in concern. The cyan hissed at all those about her, reaching a clawed-foot up to grab one of the feed buckets. Her tail flicked out behind her whilst she looked this way and that. Stay away! she warned her siblings, eyes whirring a rapid red. Then, like a hungry icehowler, she flipped the bucket, ducking her head right inside. Rylin quickly rushed to her cyans side, recalling what the Candidatemaster had told them about gorging.

"Loriketh, wait," she cautioned. She raised her eyes to where the new Weyrlingmaster, Nia, was standing watch. "C-can I get some help?" she asked meekly. Loriketh grabbed a piece of the meat and sat upright, upon her haunches. Not at all touching the meat, the cyan's head swivelled back and forth whilst her food dangled from her jaws. She made certain that no one planned to steal her prey from her. Then, staring forward blankly, the cyan began to nibble away. Nibble, nibble, nibble, as the chunk of meat disappeared into her face. Shards, she was a slow-eater.

"Loriketh, n-no... just wait..." Rylin quickly seized the bucket, kneeling down on the ground as she set about breaking up the chunks of meat that were left inside. Oh man... she wasn't going to be very good at this was she? She hoped that no one was judging her but what with Loriketh's behaviour it was likely. Rylin did her best to make quick work of the meat, reaching a hand up to brush a free-strand of hair back behind her ear. She tried to make the chunks as small as possible. Peering over at Loriketh, the harper girl offered a nervous smile, a muscle in her face twitching uncomfortably.

No one else touch. It's all mine. You make sure no one looks at our bucket Rylin. I. Cannot. Stand. Thieves. They're out there. My clutchsiblings would love nothing more than to take all of the food for themselves. Pigs. Fiends. It's all mine Rylin. I deserve it most. Then, as if she hadn't just been making threats, she swallowed the last of the meat and chirped gleefully. Hopping forward the cyan craned her neck down and rubbed her wedge-shaped head against Hers' cheek. Rylin chuckled nervously, wondering what in Faranth's name she had just gotten herself into. Then a wave of love came crashing over her, and nothing else mattered but her Loriketh. What a little troublemaker her cyan was likely to be!

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 Posted: May 18 2017, 07:06 PM
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Os’umer held up the stuffed dragon he was working on and grinned, In what Pern is this you? Are you pink?[/color]

I, A dramatic tail swish from his ledge, which Oosh could feel even from his relaxed seat in the healer tents, Am viridian.

Then this pink isn’t you.

He’d started sewing the little creatures at eight turns, from scraps of fabric and stuffed with dried beans, after his own brown one had begun to fall apart. At seventeen, he was much better at them now, though he had found its applicability to suturing limited after all. Still, it was something to do in the hatching, until the little beasties decided to take a bite out of someone. When he first arrived, watching the green hiss at her mother, he wondered if she would do just that, but she seemed calmed by the rain, and he shrugged, sliding into the tents with his sack of supplies, including the stuffed pink dragon he was in the middle of constructing for his little sister’s new friend in the crèche, a match for her father’s dragon.

Should have picked green to work on, looks like.

She seems a fine and strong hatchling. May she find her bonded swiftly.

Oosh threaded the needlethorn with the long, thin thread and stitched absently as Best landed on his shoulder, attention fully on the lingering eggs. She looks like an angry one, and her sister scarce calmer.

Turns of experience are stuck in there,” he interjected brightly on Yrsa’s behalf to Da’on, “Decades. Eons. At least a few intervals,” he beamed sweetly, murmuring just under his breath as he plopped down something only the little white fire lizard caught, and she swatted him with her wing in response.

With his boots kicked up and his lap full of stuffed dragon, he was the picture of careless passerby, but in truth from his sack had come other items, placed quietly behind the others should they be required, and hush hands were gloved, with redwort in reach.

If Morrigan happened to turn around, a wrinkled nose and fluttering wave was reserved for her--not disparaging but nor, perhaps, terribly encouraging. But then, encouragement meant little in the face of hatchlings.

The one HE was most interested to see--he could sew the stuffed dragons without looking, after so many years--was whomever was lurking in the mysterious mound.

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And there was Xel, moving as easily and politically through the crowds as any Master. Dimly, Chu thought he ought to have grabbed a skein of water, but he had never been as good as Nic, and surreptitiously he flagged a drudge and asked for some as the other Harper made his way over. “Do you ever get to watch? Or is it all schmooze?” he genuinely wondered, and without envy. For anyone else it would be hard to write a hatching without having been able to see the details due to conversation, but, Xel was Xel, and Dalibor was never wanting for material. “There’s a green and cyan so far, looks like a fine brown fellow too.

Not that he cared.

He really just wanted a nap.

He smiled at his friend as he arrived, but it quickly vanished with his question. Had anyone else asked, Aiechu would have smiled benignly and murmured that while it would be the trust of honors to fly Pern’s skies as a dragonmen, his talents were humbly rooted in harpering. Since it was Wil, he merely snorted, aghast, “Not me, by Faranth’s shells. Your pinks and yellows are lovely ladies and a s dear to my heart as the men they chose, but dragons are, ugh, work” the lazy man shuddered in horror, and then sighed, eyes scanning the stands for men and ladies of means, and murmured just loud enough for his peers to hear, “I should much rather catch the eye of a wealthy holder, thanks.

He raised his eyebrows at the antics of the hatchlings, but otherwise was no reactive, “Cyan is a bit of a lady isn't she? Fussing with all that goo. Can't blame her, it must dry quickly into quite the unpleasant gunk on the sands heat.

His Harper-trained ears cringed at the….song….or whatever it was, and he looked distinct relieved when it stopped, then dismayed at the charge to the stands, and finally, he just closed his eyes, flopping weakly against one of thier shoulders, with a moan of Ugh, Dalibor…

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Yrsavild leveled a look at her fellow Healer, her eyes cool though her mouth twinging with mirth, but she allowed Os'umer to say his piece with a triumphant glint showing through. "I am simply preparing, as you should be, if she has anything to say about it." The Redrider's head tilted down across the wide expanse of sand and Candidates to where the Green was beginning to maul another egg and in general run amok. Entomath was watching the little one carefully. It was one thing to cull the weak, another entirely to cull the capable. The Green however did not seem to be hurting anyone.

"What do you think, Da'on, will you throw more stitches, or will I? I heard that old Trader is back at Western with a wagon full of his wood wine. Or did he call it moon wine?" Yrsa folded her arms together in such a way that only the red parts were touching other red parts. Not that this would prevent her from re-applying the harsh liquid when a dragonet came forward for healing. "Red or green," she mused softly, and now her eyes had begun to twinkle mischievously.

That question was answered a few moments later when the Green found herself scolded by one of the hatchlings she had rudely awakened. Green first, but red would follow. It always did. Yrsa tilted her head curiously at the Bluerider before she returned to her implements to finish her preparations. Now that there were more milling on the sands it was only a matter of time. "Will you keep a record for us, Os? Give you something..." her eyes squinted at the Weyrling, "dutiful to occupy your time with."

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Sesk snorted softly and disappeared inside the weyr as the trio left; she could always join them if needed, and besides, she was still recovering. The wher had far less regard for her Handler's firelizards than Rlyeth did, she pushed through their mass to steal the warmest spot for herself. Most of them simply folded back up on top of her, but a few were roused enough to become curious as to where Sebolaren was going, and as they roused the hum began to spread through all of them. Hatchings. Firelizards were drawn to them, and the spin of their eyes already showed that they were up to little good.

Sebolaren was still plagued with an uneasy nervousness as they moved up the stairs and onto the Stands, but he couldn't place the feeling. It was like he'd forgotten something. Or overlooked it. The Handler fell into an easy stride beside his Rider, his hand falling lightly along the back of B'er's neck where his thumb stroked idly as they made their way through the crowd. The firelizards started coming in, curious and wanting to be helpful the largest of them landed on the seats and started heckling people out of the way to make the journey easier for the two men.

There was a short, black-haired woman waving frantically from the end of the row. Sebolaren recognized Fisher immediately and drew in a quick breath to steel himself. She'd been a handful and a half before, and he couldn't imagine that had improved. As they drew closer her eyes narrowed and Sebol did his best to prop a smile onto his face.

"B'er," Fisher said slowly, some of her enthusiasm fading as she peered up at the man beside her brother. "Why are you holding his neck, do you think you own him, does he think he owns you, B'er?" He dropped his hand instantly. His firelizards were starting to gather in earnest around them now, peering up curiously at the trio, but Fisher didn't seem to notice. "The Candidatemaster? Didn't he go crazy, we though..." her voice faded, eyes shifting as Ijreth touched her mind briefly. "Well we did," she seemed to chide, but the thought went unfinished anyway.

"How have you been, B'er," she asked him softly, and Sebolaren shifted slightly, grateful that the attention was no longer on him, though still uncomfortable that the attention had been there at all. He hadn't even stopped to consider how the Rider's family would feel about what was happening between them. A slow realization crawled through the back of his mind and made his skin prickle.

Arendel was already laughing along with his friend, nodding cheerfully at Nymeria. "I never bet before, though maybe I'd give it a try yanno? Besides, some of 'em got their heads all twisted up look there. That Green's already pullin' out her own family and gettin' upset and she's just a Green. Fierce, but small, just wait'll the bigger ones get out." He snorted softly under his breath, before peering up shamefully at his uncle. "I'm sorry, yeah, this is my uncle. He's really great. He's never been mean to me even when I prolly deserved it. And this is Nym, same can be said for her, she's been real nice like I said before."

He had talked about her, but realizing he'd admitted it made him feel kinda embarrassed. "You know, he just wanted to know if I had any friends..." wasn't like he spent all the time talking about her or anything silly like that. Arendel scratched at the back of his neck and looked down the row of stands as they curved back out to the entrance toward a commotion being caused by a group of firelizards. What he saw made his blood run cold, and then hot, and then cold again. The boy reached out and grabbed his uncle's arm as he stood up. "What is that," he whispered softly, his eyes locked on the man standing next to his father and the arm holding his waist.

He hadn't missed that other hand either, though it had quickly fallen away. He hadn't seen his father in what seemed like turns save for glimpses here and there where one or the other would quickly turn away but this? What was this? Awna ran her antenna along the boy's cheek and held tight to him, but it didn't feel like a hug anymore, it felt like a prison where he couldn't breathe. Why was he even here? He had no right.

Their eyes met across the the distance and Sebol recoiled from the hate visible there even at such a range, he looked to G'dan instead, helplessly, before his shoulder was pushed forward against the weight of Aasza as she came out of between and onto him, her slender head pressing against the depression of his cheek as she crooned soothingly. His eyes closed as he sought to ward off the swarm, but he felt the hard-fought control slipping away.

Fisher's gaze turned apprehensive as she stepped away from the pair, but she could hear Ijreth laughing in her head which was the only reason she hadn't tried to pull her brother with her. Across the expanse of stone in a distant weyr a pair of faceted eyes opened and flooded crimson.

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Another Hatching. G'dan rocked from heel to toe and back again as he waited at the entrance for Arendel; for one more Turn, the boy couldn't be here unaccompanied without being removed. And he'd promised him that he'd be there so Aren could watch with his friend. He didn't mind.

Of course, it did remind him of how badly he'd failed to instill some manners in his honorary nephew. "Slow down, Arendel." He settled a hand on the boy's shoulder. "No need to shove." Up into the Stands, to follow wherever Aren had decided was the best place to sit. He didn't care. It was just another bout of going through the motions. "No, you may not bet on someone dying. Just because you don't like someone doesn't mean they deserve that, and you shouldn't look for it," he scolded softly. "Not even in jest."

A look of surprise flickered across his face at the sight of Sebol. Not just Sebol, but Sebol with someone. Sebol looking more presentable, more like himself than he had in Turns.

You see? YOU couldn't do that.

Yes okay he knew he'd failed miserably as a friend AND as an uncle, thank you.

He tried to muster up a smile for his friend, but the half-hearted attempt was disrupted by the boy next to him. Immediately he twisted his arm around until it was free, then clasped Arendel's shoulder with a firm hand, his fingers curling inwards. "That's your father with a dragonrider," he answered levelly. It didn't take an expert reader of facial expressions to know that the boy was angry and hateful. He gave him a shake. "Arendel. Enough. I understand that you're hurt and angry, but this is not about you. And I swear by the shards of my dragon's egg if you make a scene in a public place like this it will be the last one you're allowed at for Turns."

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Tristallon jolted awake, half at the call, half at the vibrating thump of Aydran kicking his bunk. "I'm awake," he mumbled, scrambling out from under the covers and to the chest that held his things. Armor, standard robe, boots, good to go. His roommate, rather wisely, was enjoining his firelizard to stay put until the Hatching was over. The Sands were no place for a flit; dragonets could be rather... cranky, especially if disturbed.

He paused before entering the Hatching Grounds to take a deep breath and center himself, working his hands nervously. He had to keep focused, this time. No problems like at Sixwith's. Offering Al'dr a shy, awkward smile - because he knew the candidatemaster worried - he headed out onto the sands proper. He knew that if he absolutely needed it, he could reach for the candidatemaster's blue to temporarily swamp out the firelizard chatter, like rewinding thread around a spool when it all came loose. A quick reset was all he needed.

Bowing to Couineth, he spoke softly. "Thank you for the honor." From there, he moved into the male candidates' side of the candidate cluster, tapping his fingers lightly against one leg in a gentle rhythm to stave off nerves and help him latch onto the here and now, with dragonets already moving about and more breaking shell every moment.

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It was the first time Arisa been at a Hatching without someone in tow.

Her father, usually; Father had not entirely trusted her out on her own, not all the time. Not since N'mor had left, unwilling to stay at Dalibor where he had nothing but bad memories. She'd stopped trying to pretend quite so hard, after that; she didn't care if she smiled, or took part in normal childhood games and activities. She'd been old enough to apprentice, and that took enough of the attention off of her that it had stopped mattering so much, to fit in.

And now he was gone, too. Him, and Arsonysk.

Most of her, anyway. Arisa had saved some of the cyan for herself, but not many people knew that. There was the dragonhealer that knew and had let her while no one was looking, and no one else cared.

That pretty much summed her life up now. And she was okay with that; she didn't really need caring, after all. She had her apprenticeship, and her pets, and that covered the necessities. Master Jyderin had picked up her lessons where Father had left off, and he was plenty competent, even if wariness made any conversation between them rather stilted. But, once again. She didn't need that either.

Mechanically, the thirteen-turn-old ascended a few rows up into the Stands, found an empty space, and sat down in it, looking out into the Sands where candidates were bobbing with bows like redfruit in a pot. Her real interest was in the prowling dragonets, and how they behaved. She had a quiet sort of appreciation for how few shards they had to give of what the poor fragile humans thought. That was the kind of attitude she approved of.

After all, they'd all be dead and dusted in a hundred Turns.


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Fisher had always been far more attached to him than B'er suspected was healthy. Then again, most of his siblings had been that way, in one way or another. To differing degrees, but it was to be expected when their parents had been so largely useless. B'er was the closest thing to a father figure most of them had ever had, the ones who hadn't been shipped out to other Foster homes, or who had been born when B'er had already ventured to Stand as a Candidate.

His sister's wave was returned as best as he was able, and when he settled into the seat, Sebol was drawn gently down beside him. Where the Greenhandler looked apprehensive, perhaps a bit concerned, B'er's own expression couldn't be more stoic. His arm remained around Sebol's hip until the other man settled, at which point B'er slipped his hand across to rest on the taller man's knee and lower thigh.

"I do own him, Fish," B'er said without a second's worth of hesitation, and leveled dark eyes at his sister with that sense of 'don't you dare question a single part of this'. "And he owns me, just as sure as I do likewise. Funny, nobody seemed to have anything to say to me, when I was wasting away in sufferance and torment after Fa'rah was killed by Threadfall, but it's easy to ignore that when you didn't like him, isn't it?" B'er didn't give her time to heckle him or otherwise put him in the position she had when he'd first begun having feelings for the Blackrider who had largely carried him through the brunt of his recovery, alongside Fisher and H'ler. "You are my sister. You are bonded, as well, and I do not and will not have to stand here and justify my relationships to you because you have some misguided sense that makes you think you're going to be replaced, or that just because we're related you get to dictate who I sleep with. I'm sick of the jealousy and the runnerdung every time I show someone else affection or attention that isn't you. You're my sister and I love you. I deserve to be happy, too. If you can't understand that, I suppose it's my fault for not raising you better. Nobody had a thing to say to him, they let him waste away, they let me waste away, and were content to let the both of us die so long as we kept showing up to fight Thread. So I don't want to hear it. I didn't come here to get chastised, I came here to watch the Hatching. He and I have been through quite enough the last three turns, please do me a favor and don't add to it?"

He followed Sebol's glance, and the same withering look Fisher had earned, was granted to the boy, as well; once the expression changed from recognition to something else.

Far too many people willing to let them wallow in despair, with no desire to show aid, but the minute things changed suddenly there was hostility. B'er had been shuttered in the dark too long to be afraid of those whose anger was both unfounded and ridiculous. What he did with his personal time and personal relationships was his business. His voice, however, softened as he continued. It was hard to stay irritated with her, he knew she was just reacting out of love.

Regardless, however, it was painfully apparent that B'er would suffer no chastising of either himself nor Sebol - the Greenhandler more than himself - in any sense over their choice of relationship. It was none of their business, and if they wouldn't keep their noses out of it, he was prepared to, and not above, breaking them for the unwelcome over-extension.

"I raised you, I raised our brothers and sisters to the best of my ability, and I have earned the right to have something nice for myself. To be what I want to be, with someone I care about immensely, and to mean to them what they mean to me, outside of my family. Someone I want to be with. Just because I have a weyrmate, does not mean I suddenly no longer have family. If you want to be angry with me about it, that's okay, you can be angry if you want to. But you're still my sister, and I still love you. I still love all of our siblings. But it's not fair for any of you to expect me to sit and be alone while you go live your lives. I have a life, too, and I deserve to live it. So does Sebolaren. And now? I'm better than I've been the last three turns."

He moved to snare her with his free hand, and pull her in against him for a hug if she let him, murmuring into her hair - though he was prepared for her to balk him, as most people probably would.

"I love you, squirt. Stop getting territorial about my other halves. Nobody's going to replace my sister, or my family. Sebol's becoming part of it. No replacing, just adding to. Promise."

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Kyzekeidon was nervous. He was so nervous, probably more nervous than he'd ever been in his life, and he wasn't quite sure why. He was the son of a Redrider, one would think he was used to this kind of stuff, this growling and snarling and chasing and all that, but all the same it bothered him. Bothered him more than he wanted to admit, but try as he might, he kept his thoughts calm, his quaking hands laced behind him and his eyes somewhere on Couineth's shoulder, then Baihujinth's headknobs. Felt the trickle of sweat roll down his back, and he gathered the lengths of his hair to pile them atop his head, looping the leather lashing around his wrist through them to hold them off his shoulders and neck before giving a soft breath. Much better.

The Cyan was regarded curiously, but the boy's eyes were focused on the Green. That one was ferocious. She was dangerous, and he was concerned at the amount of blood that could be shed by her claws at the end of the day. The pop from whatever had been buried earned a tension in his shoulders when she fell back, and he furrowed his brows in concern. Poor thing. Even still, he worried about who ended up with her. Hopefully someone strong-willed, they'd need to have a handle on her. A red trapped in a green's body, it seemed.

A sentiment echoed by Aurora. The Green horrified her, in no less terms. As much as she'd be elated to Impress, having a handful like that would be more challenge, in her mind, than perhaps it might be worth. She, too, was concerned. Worried, even, but she did her absolute best to keep those concerns from her face and her thoughts. It wasn't easy. It might have slipped through a bit, but either way it appeared that at least one of the hatchlings had decided to find their bonded.

Hunger was a powerful motivator, it seemed. Which made her even more concerned; she had no idea how long the Green had been out of her shell, if it was a decent time, she had to be hungry by then. Which made her further concerned....they didn't have to worry about her trying to eat them, did they?

Ev'ion opened one eye as Wyisselieth's humming resonated. It was the ass-crack of dawn, not even, why was his dragon....oh. Right.

Hatching.

Mine, can we go, pleaseohpleaseohplease, I want to see the babies, I love the babies, andPrith'smightbedownthereIdon'tknow but I really want to see the--
Wy. If you talk any faster your headknobs are going to fall off.
Pleaaaaaaaaaaaase?


The Purple was wiggling around like a toddler who had to pee, and the appearance of his dignified purple-lizard-flamethrower amused him enough to make him smile. He purposefully dragged himself as slow from the bed as he could muster, yawning with an over-done stretch, then slowly dragged himself towards the washroom-area of his weyr.

BY FARANTH MINELOVE CAN YOU GO ANY SLOWER.
I could, but I suspect--
I WILL LEAVE WITHOUT YOU I SWEAR!
No you won't.
OKAY I won't, but can you hurry up, please, I think some of them have already hatched and I don't want to be late and Prith'sisthereandIdon'twanttomakeabadimpressiooooooonnnn! Totally a pun. A good pun, right?
You make the best funnies.


Wy preened briefly, only until he realized Ev had stopped moving to shave the majority of his face, leaving the light scruff of a goatee in place before running water through his hair.

I need klah.
I'll have them bring you some, maybe Prith's has some, but hurryyyyyy....


Ev'ion was so amused. Wyisselieth looked like he was melting, languishing in the opening of their weyr with a longing gaze towards the Sands. Once Ev had gotten dressed and swung aboard, the subking was off the ledge like a rocket, nearly colliding with the dragon's opening in his haste to get there. As soon as he hit the ledge, he dumped Ev'ion unceremoniously off his back, head craning down over the clutch and the dragons therein, crooning softly.

Oh my Faranth they're so little, look at them, Mine! Do you remember when I was that little? Was I ever that little? Oh aren't they precioussssss!

Ev'ion rolled his eyes, before he looked over towards Prith.

Hello, Prith. Where might a lost Wingsecond chance to find Yours, my dear? I'm in need of company to harass while my overgrown Pink has a coronary over babies he didn't sire.
They're cute! Sue me!
The Purple sidled up idly beside Prith, and settled down beside her, offering a shy crane of his neck. Good morning, Prith.

Ev'ion's snicker served a flash of teeth, before he ventured down into the Stands to hunt for G'dan, picking his way through people with quietly-spoken 'excuse me, pardon me, terribly sorry, coming through, pardon, oops that's a toe, apologies' before sliding into a sit beside G'dan.

"Well hello there, sir," he nudged the Greenrider quietly. "And who is this?" He offered his hand in greeting to Aren. "I'm Ev'ion, of Purple Wyisselieth. Who might you be, young man? Would this handsome Greenrider perhaps be related to you?"

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 Posted: May 18 2017, 08:37 PM
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Cairenn sat up blearly-eyed as the echo of the golden voice reverberated through her sleep-addled mind. A dragon mindvoice? A gold? Wait, Couineth... calling for Candidates... THE HATCHING!

She nearly fell out of bed she woke up so fast, scrambling to get ready. She quickly brushed her thick chocolate locks into some semblance of order, then strapped on her armor. Slipping her feet into her sandals, she slipped her robes over her head, smoothing them down before quickly scrubbing her face and swishing her mouth clean of sleep-breath.

Making sure Fun stayed behind, she followed the stream of other Candidates leaving the barracks, noticing that the only other person she'd really spoken to since her arrival, Kat, already had others she was walking with. So, Cairenn walked alone, trying to focus her excitement to overwhelm her nervousness and her loneliness.

The rain made a light mist over the hot sands as it evaporated, lending the entire area the air of a dream. She noticed the green already lying on the sands as she arrived, taken aback slighly by the intensity almost visibly radiating off the aggressive dragonet. Shaking her head to focus herself again, she stopped as she came up to Queen Couineth and the Weyrwoman, bowing carefully and saying, "Thank you, Couineth, for this clutch of beautiful dragons. I hope I am worthy of joining with one today. And thank you, Weyrwoman." She then moved to stand in line with the others, eyes roaming the crowd.

She chuckled a bit at seeing the sign held by B'tor, thinking that whoever Rylin was, they were likely terribly embarrassed right now. Then, her eyes alighted upon Roselle and Rosian, and she smiled brightly, standing slightly on her tiptoes as she waved excitedly at her aunt and cousin. She only hoped that Rosian had something to be excited about today...

Doing her best to get her mind back to more positive thoughts, as commanded by the Candidatemaster, she jumped a bit in shock as the green tore open her sister's shell, and had to be kept in line by her mother. She tittered a bit at the antics of the cyan, then stood excitedly as the pair approached the Candidates... but only the cyan Impressed, and not to her. Looking out, she then noticed the red egg had hatched... and not to a red, as feared, but to a large, round brown. The hatching was now in full swing, and it was only a matter of time before Cairenn would find if she would leave the sands as a weyrling at last, or a Candidate still...

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 Posted: May 18 2017, 08:57 PM
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Though she had heard the queen's call when the rest of the Weyr had the redheaded rider remained nestled in her furs. It was far too early to worry over a clutch that ultimately meant nothing to her. She would have remained there the rest of the day, forgoing the hatching all together if not for the humming from not only the cyan stretching out on the weyr ledge but her trio of firelizards as well. Annoyed she sat up, glaring icy daggers at all of them until finally she pulled herself completely from the comfort of her bed. "The same thing happens every time you know. A bunch of kids on the sands sweating, probably half of them have no real business being there, and eggs hatch." Even as she chided her bondeds for being obnoxious she worked at getting ready, pulling on her boots before realizing she hadn't even put on pants yet. Entertaining the idea of going as is she decided against it, if only because the gold in question was already rather cross with Mysqith for her antics during the touching.

Finding a short but billowy black skirt she stepped into it, careful not to catch her boots on the fabric as she did so. Pulling it up she tugged the criss crossing cords to tighten it around her waist, smoothing the fabric down as she went searching for a shirt to wear. Fingers closed around sage fabric and she pulled the top on to find it had a plunging neckline, but then again most of her tops did. Running a bone comb through her hair she twisted a portion of it back to be pinned so as to not fall in her face. Arriving to the stands far later than most she patted the skin of wine she'd snagged from the kitchens on her way, spotting a more recent 'friend'. Stepping over and past a few people she made it to her destination and plopped among a group of young men, only one of which she recognized. "Harper! What did I miss? Nothing too exciting from the looks of your friend."

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Tardiness was something the Lord Holder did not tolerate from his children and so when he arrived to the hatching after the first dragonet had already Impressed to a young girl he was rather cross, with himself. It couldn't be helped, though he had been awake he was in his study answering important letters when he was informed by one of the drudges in his employ that word had come from the Weyr. The eggs were hatching - in fact one had already hatched. There was a flurry of people to help tend to him then, each there to ensure their Lord looked his best but none of them as helpful as his wife would have been in their stead. Finally dressed in a way befit a Lord Holder, Calum had set out on the barge to Dalibor.

Seats were being held for him when he arrived and thus there was little fanfare to his joining the others in the stands. If not for the upscale nature of his clothing and the glass and metal spectacles settled on the bridge of his nose he might have passed for a regular spectator. Meatrolls and klah were brought to him for his enjoyment as he caught up on what was happening. A cross looking green was on the sands, as was a brown. He overheard talk of the bonded cyan having taken a swipe at her golden mother. How odd. Was anything at Dalibor ever nice and simple?

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Smiling broadly at her daughter's acceptance of her lap as a good seat she bounced her knees lightly beneath the girl. Seeing her niece once Rosian had pointed her put she waved eagerly to the younger woman. She was so proud of her, no matter what happened! Seeing the next dragonet on the sands was cause for concern as she watched the green and cyan play a dangerous game of chase. One girl was knocked over but otherwise looked okay, thankfully Cairenn seemed to be out of most of the trouble.

Frowning she watched the cyan try to fight her mother, before she finally impressed. From the red egg a brown had hatched and she wondered how many fools had parted with marks over that one not hatching a red. A close eye was kept on the hatchlings, ready to cover Rosian's eyes if needed. The last thing she wanted was for her daughter to see any mauling - or worse, death.

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 Posted: May 18 2017, 09:11 PM
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Ashaki was quite sure that she had already missed a good bit of the hatching. Shells, there was already a dragonet on the Sands. Well, the girl did what she could to get herself ready before finally leaving her assigned room. She did see that there were a few other Candidates still making their way to the Sands when she left, so that gave her hope that she wasn't too late for the whole thing. So she slowed her pace ever so slightly so that she didn't risk actually making herself late by tripping or some other silly event occurring.

After a short walk that felt like forever to Ashaki, the girl was finally standing at the entrance to the Hatching Sands. She gave a deep bow to the Weyr's senior Queen. "Thank you for allowing me to stand for your Clutch, Cuoineth." Ashaki said, before finally taking her place among the girls. Once she was settled into her spot, Ashaki turned her attention to the eggs. She could see that there was a Green among the eggs. Well, one hatchling out of the shell. Ashaki just hoped she found Hers sooner rather than later.

It wasn't long until the Green freed one of her clutchsiblings, a Cyan that came tumbling out of her egg. It was time to wait and see what all happened. A third egg hatched before either dragonet did much harm to anyone. The Green had mauled someone Ashaki didn't recognize, but that stopped after the third egg hatched and the Brown inside came out. At least, the Green had stopped mauling Candidates for now. Ashaki would hate to be on the wrong side of that dragonets anger. She kept an eye on the Green as much as she could as she noticed the Cyan start to walk.

The Cyan Impressed rather quietly to one of the other girls. Well, that was one down and quite a few more to go. Ashaki had a feeling that the rest wouldn't go quite as quietly. Some might, others, well. One couldn't predict every event at a Hatching.
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 Posted: May 18 2017, 09:32 PM
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No sooner had Asha spotted Rayiet than the young boy was being busted for coming up into the Stands on his own. Well, surely she was next then. She watched as the wher came down with Rayiet in tow. The boy didn't look much worse for the ware, regardless of the chastisement he had likely received. As his gaze met hers, he appeared downright humbled. He had nodded to her in greeting, and his flit extended his neck to be pet. Asha idly reached out and gave the flit a scritch. The small girl turned to face the blue wher then, his handler coming to stand alongside him. Hands folding before her, Asha received the reprimand in silence. She hardly needed to tell the bluehandler that she had no family to take her, seeing as her older sister was supposed to have joined the candidates below. The Weyr was her family, really, and she always minded her manners. Despite, she nodded at Dabyrie's words. "Yes ma'am."

Asha finally turned to Rayiet, nodding in turn to the boy. She gazed skyward as his blue flit circled overhead. There was a small smile that came to tug at the corner of the child's lips. Quietly, she looked back to Rayiet. Without warning she reached out, offering her hand for him to grab. She stared him down, her blue-eyed gaze calm and cool. Dabyrie's daughter was behind her, but it was Rayiet that Asha had set her focus upon. If the young man accepted her hand, she would lead him to a spot for the pair of them to sit. Now that they had Dabyrie to sit with them, they could watch the hatching together.

Like the well-behaved child she was, Asha sat herself down, her eyes following Dabyrie to see whether the woman would, indeed, be sitting with them. Asha had never caused trouble before and she wasn't planning on it today of all days. The last thing she wanted was to disgrace Rayna or Couineth. She hoped, as is, that Dabyrie's approach had not caused a scene. Hopefully everyone's focus was where it should be, upon the clutch. Asha regarded Rayiet with the same calculating silence as before. She didn't expect the boy to speak to her. She knew both of Rayna's sons, better than most what with the time Rayna had spent with both herself and the late-Weyrwoman and Weyrleader pair. She would let the boy do as he pleased, and if he was most comfortable not speaking than so be it.

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Ruane's short reply, and half-smile, was indeed enough for the smuggler. She wished to focus on the hatching, same as her companion. It was bound to be interesting after all. Watching the green as she made her way around, Morrigan leaned over to whisper to Ruane, "Something is going to happen, so just... keep watch." Her warning may have been cryptic, but there it was. She was sure that Ruane knew well enough to be alert around a group of seventeen dragonets but, regardless, a bit of extra caution couldn't hurt. The dark-haired young woman couldn't manage to shake the red eggs warning. She would take heed, for rarely did anyone reach out to her like the red egg had done. It was so strange, to be putting her faith in an egg.

The green fell upon another egg, which revealed a cyan. At the show of violence Morrigan barely bat an eye. She was not afraid of the dragonets, regardless of the fact that she wished to keep her life. Speaking of which, Morrigan turned to spy those about them. Over with the rest of the healers was Os'umer. Morrigan quirked a brow as the boy motioned to her. Smirk full-blown the young woman, not above childish antics, made a face and stuck her tongue out. Well, that was possibly the most immature thing she had done since... ever. Resisting the urge to chuckle, Morrigan turned back just as one of the smaller eggs set to cowering beneath it's shell.

The number four egg was rocking, pulling Morrigan in like a gravitational force. Emerald green eyes narrowed as the dragonet within came tumbling out. His voice entered all of their minds, and Morrigan couldn't help but huff. "Well, look at you," she spoke quietly. She didn't much care if Ruane heard her. "Thanks big boy," she added, her gaze lingering upon the brown before wandering back to the green and cyan. Just in time to, for the pair came rampaging past. Morrigan side-stepped out of the way as the green whirled on various candidates. Glad that she had managed to go unscathed, as well as the shorter girl standing next to her, Morrigan reached a hand up to push her hair back and away from her face. Sighing deeply, Morrigan looked to Ruane before fixating once more upon the clutch.

The cyan impressed to a girl she barely knew, and so her attention set upon the brown. The volatile little green was a curious creature, but somehow she suspected the entertainment was about to come from the brown. She doubted that he'd cause trouble, but he was wary of something. The near shriek of the green shot Morrigan's gaze over to her. Something had... what? What was wrong? Morrigan had missed whatever had gone on beneath the sand, and so instead she scanned the remaining eggs.

"It's coming..." She had no idea what it was, but she could feel it, with every fibre of her being, that something big was on the way. May have been more than one something but Faranth only knew. Smoothing out her robe, Morrigan kept watch. If Aconite was here she would have felt much more assured, but even so she was confident that she could manage whatever was on its way...

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He should have expected Aydran's response. It was a stupid question after all. "Right..." he mumbled, folding his hands in front of him since he didn't have any pockets to shove them in. He probably looked like a dork, but whatever. He'd merely rolled his eyes at Aydran's earlier comment in regards to almost having punched him. Wouldn't that have just started the hatching off on the right foot. In fact... it very well may have. Embry was fairly used to Aydran's violence and so a good punch to the face might have helped to calm his rising nervousness. He nearly missed Aydran asking him how he felt. Snorting, the young man shrugged both of his shoulders. Did it matter? They were here now.

"Lets just focus on staying alive, alright?" His tone had taken a rather sarcastic turn. He really was nervous, to go talking to Aydran like that after what they'd been through over the past bit. He had all but used the other boy as a shoulder to cry on. Well, not used in the sense of used since he-oh, whatever. Sighing in frustration, Embry planted his feet in the sand. He really did look like a fool, didn't he? Was he expecting a dragonet to come and try to bowl him over? Shards, with his luck it was likely.

Side-eyeing Aydran, Embry kept his mouth shut. How could he tell the other boy, especially now, that he didn't want him to move on without him? It would sound selfish, and what was more he would reveal himself. Neither option was appealing what with the fact he was trying to work on his character and all. If Aydran did impress, and surpass him as a weyrling-rider, the last thing he wanted was for the boy to remember him as having been cold and unnecessarily cruel. Frowning, Embry turned ever so slightly towards his rival. "Maybe it'll be fine." He didn't sound convinced. Shells, he wasn't! Not in the least!

As dragonet turned on dragonet, and shells were stomped, Embry watched determinedly. He was going to make it through this, they both were. They would survive, even if other people didn't! Not everyone had to live right? The thought was morbid, but so what? He had dealt with enough shit in his life and stared death in the face more than twice. What was more bloodshed if it meant he got to live?

What was wrong with him?

Slowly the young man surveyed the other candidates about him. They were people, even if they meant nothing to him. He didn't want anyone to get hurt. Shells, he would probably be the idiot to dive in front of someone just so that they were spared. He felt, that strongly, as if he had to redeem himself for his past deeds. He was a mess, that's what he was-an irrefutable mess.

The green took a swipe at some of the candidates, keen on mauling several it would seem. She remained at the girls' side and so he was safe for the time being. She wasn't going rampant, like he'd heard some did. She was tempered, albeit violent. She stopped in-between her rampages to rest at least. Rest was important, so probably best she take a breather or two in-between sprees. Embry nodded along with his inner-commentary, agreeing with himself no doubt.

When the brown came out of the red egg, and bespoke them all, Embry snorted again. What a show-off. So he wasn't a red, big deal. No one wanted a red to appear anyways-right? Personally he didn't see what all the fuss was. If the red had a bonded out here what was the likelihood it was to go insane? People were probably just being paranoid-right? "What do you think so far?" he said quietly to Aydran, feeling as if he needed to talk in order to sedate himself. He was starting to get kinda restless. He hated standing in one place for so long. Couldn't these eggs hurry up and hatch already so he could get on with his life?

The green was injured by... something? He hadn't seen what so he quickly lost interest. Secretly he felt sorry for the rage machine. As nasty as it was it didn't deserve to die, or get hurt, or anything. The cyan had impressed, which he, thankfully, missed entirely. It had gone to the girl that rumours were circulating about. He was involved in those rumours. Stupid people and their inability to keep their mouths shut! Didn't they know well enough to keep their blasted opinions to themselves?

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 Posted: May 18 2017, 09:51 PM
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"Every bit of it," Xel whispered quietly out of the side of his mouth while sketching a greeting to one of the Master Miners visiting from Crescent. "That one had me craft a gitar for his daughter, and she smashed in a fit of rage when she found out it wasn't a marriage proposal." Xel's eyes continued to dance through the crowd and briefly over the sands, "still got paid." At the very least that was true. Ah but, willing eyes, ever grateful he bumped Chu's arm appreciateively, but he damn well could have kissed the man when the drudge appeared with the water. It took every last strength in his body to keep from sucking from the skin like it was the first water he'd seen in sevendays. It could have come from a trough and it still would have been the most delicious thing he'd tasted all season.

He nudged Harper with his mind and set the Cyan to watching Chu specifically, recording sounds and flashes of pictures for him to review later. Xellarik had only opened his mouth to comment on the man's attentiveness when W'rone slid in chipper and sweet as a morning stream was cold and twice as agonizing to the nethers. The Harper's lips pursed slightly and he peered sidelong at Chu, wondering if he would accept the burden of a dragon wished upon him, but the man quickly got out of Fall like the slippery sleeping ferret that he was. Leaving Xel to fend for himself. "Look, you boys know I haven't...handled this very well. I'm too old now, so we just shouldn't bother with it. I've got enough on my tables anyway, you know they keep talking about how I'll be the next Masterharper. Don't even have my Master knots yet."

The man sighed and settled more deeply into his seat, though he did manage to have a smile over the Cyan. "N'oir would love it if I were that fussy intentionally. He wouldn't have to work as hard. Did you know I woke up in someone's weyr today? I mean without having been invited, or sleeping with them--apparently. I just showed up. Some woman, ah but not this one..." his words to his friends were always pitched for privacy, but this final sentence fell even softer until he perked up at Ivy's entrance. "Warm welcomes, my Lady," he said, standing to take Ivy's hand and place a kiss on her knuckles before gesturing to his friends. "Lads, I would like you to meet Ivy, Rider of Cyan Mysqith. She is as elegant as she is beautiful. Ivy, this is Aiechu and W'rone of Yellow Sanarth. We all studied together at Harper Hall and found ourselves here."

Xellarik took his seat again gesturing to the Sands. "A Green hatched and has forcibly hatched two of her siblings. The Cyan got a little lost and tried to sing, but other than that we are waiting for the majority to break shell." He'd noticed she'd brought wine, and it agonized him. He'd not had enough water as of yet and any he imbibed was likely to bring his hangover back tenfold. He sipped delicately at the skin the drudge had brought, his own of klah tucked against his boots.

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It was far more crowded now than it had been during the wher hatching, queen egg or no. Oreanda could not possibly inconvenience so many people by riding Osk through the Stands. It would be well into the day by the time the hatching was over, but she'd brought goggles for him and it would only be a quick duck behind the Weyrling Barracks into the tunnels once it was all said and done. She was far too curious to miss it anyway. I watch from the ledges the wher propositioned wisely, and Anda gave him an approving thump on his muscled shoulder. That would help her navigate better than clicking, which would be lost within the general hum of the crowd and the buzzing of the dragons in her brain. It was like a cacophony inside, all heat and 'ooh' and 'ahh', while the dragons were equally full of 'ooh' and 'ahh'

In fact she was certain she heard a chipper-sounding fellow saying how cute the hatchlings were. That was good at least, cute meant no one was dead yet, right? Osk paused to let her off at the top of the stairs and she waited patiently while people flowed around her like water around a rock as he scaled the Stands to find a low-hanging ledge he could climb onto and claim as his own. Once there he hung his forelegs over and peered down into the crowd. It was always odd for her, moving like this with his eyes so far above or far away, but they practiced all the time. Ijo had always stressed practice above all else. He understood that she was determined to do anything and everything, so he'd simply decided she should do it safely. Anda wasn't certain why he was always so understanding, but she loved it.

She moved slowly through the crowd but it was difficult, sometimes she would disappear completely out of view of Osk and she'd have to make it up as she went, refusing to stick her arms out and blunder around and instead hoping the watchers would have the decency no to plow through her. They didn't, but it had been a sweet hope to cherish, that is until a Master Crafter walked through her as if she didn't exist, probably mistaking her for a drudge due to her atypical clothing choices. She gasped from the pain, but found that she'd lost the air in her lungs and stumbled unceremoniously to her knees, hands splaying out and landing on someone's leg. Oh dear.

Osk was in a rage, she realized once she'd come somewhat to her wits, and it was only her quick grip on him that brought the Bronze up and held him from leaping down to tear the man in two or drag him bodily from the grounds. It's okay, I'm okay, I just...I'm touching someone, please. The wher exhaled hard enough to make her own lungs ache in sympathy and honed in on the person she was crumpled in front of. Oreanda was somewhat relieved, but mostly mortified, to find that it was none other than the Lord Holder himself. "I'm so sorry, My Lord" she said, her fingers beginning to quake slightly. Was Norla here? Was Ijo? Had they seen this shameful display? The Weyrwoman was here!

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A candidate she remembered vaguely from Lessons stood next to her and started talking to her all giddy-like. It was hard to not grin back, and she had to put a hand over her own mouth to stifle a giggle. "Yea, Serlie," she nodded with a quick glance towards the Green and the nest. "Its nice to meet you," she added lowering her voice some. The candidate pulled at her robes a little nervously. They shouldn't be talking, but it would be... rude to not respond right? The green seemed preoccupied with smashing another egg op-- ooh a cyan? Or blue? Hmm she moved rather feminine-like if there had to be a word for it. Oh right! Tay!

"I'm pretty excited too," Serlie beamed, "is this your first hatching?" she asked with a light cant of her head--

Movement caught her eye and, green eyes widened almost comically when the cyan made a leap over her. Serlie ducked to avoid baby claws, and then pushed her legs out from under her to avoid the green who came barreling after. So her rump was on the Sands, and a breath left her in a slight relieved whoosh. There. See. Angry babies neat.. er not so neatly avoided.

"These babies are a lot more active than the last one I Stood at," she giggled softly, her voice just as soft, as she gingerly tried to get back up with minimal sand contact. Because ouch it was hot. She looked around to see that the Cyan had stopped in front of someone, and rainbows sparked in her eyes. First impression down!

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Zaephor stiffened up when Rylin crossed the Sands to him. What was that wherry-brained girl doing? She had a cyan to look after, she shouldn't be going over to the boy's side and...his brain stuttered to a stop. There was something in her gaze that told him to shut up and listen. Rylin laid something in his hand and curled his fingers around it, wishing him luck.
He offered a shaky smirk and a flimsy quip, "Who needs luck when you have a pretty lady like you on the Sand?" His voice was shaky and his flirtatious humor edging to a flat, uncomfortable note. But his surprised gratitude was earnest. As jealous as he was that she Impressed, she didn't have to come over here to give him what he assumed was her good luck charm. Rylin left to return to her cyan. He blinked after her then uncurled his fingers a hint to loot it what laid across his palm. His breath caught.

They were knots. Bluerider knots. Why would Rylin carry...?

His thoughts reeled to their conversation a few days prior. The mention of standing because of her brother and sister. The brother was obvious at the time. B'tor was a greenrider and clearly supportive of her standing. He had a sign for Faranth's sake. But a sister...he'd seen no sign of one. He thought that maybe she was at a different weyr or was a wherhandler or something, so they weren't often together. But these knots...He swallowed. What were the odds that these would be her sister's knots? If she carried them around like that it meant...

Why would Rylin give him this?! Zaephor's heart leapt faster. He would drop it, or lose it or it would get eaten by the dragonet that tried to murder him. Wherry-brained, ignorant harper girl. He had half a mind to throw the knots at her. The other half, however, won out. The half that practically swooned at the gesture. He wasn't used to people trusting him so implicitly. People outside of his sister didn't just go out of their way to comfort him out of the goodness of their hearts.

Zaephor clenched his hand around the knots. He would return them to Rylin at the end of the hatch. He refused to let any harm come to them.

He also pointedly ignored the fact that Rylin gave him said knots right in front of her brother, who would no doubt wanted one of the dragonets to eat him for daring to look at his sister for longer than five seconds.

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It wasn't too long before she saw R'en. Nia took her gaze from the hatch to greet the bluerider and chuckle at his joke.

"Wasted efforts," she said, amused by the flirtatious blue's antics. "But I am sure Koeneth won't mind the company." Said pink was eyeing Gabranth with a tilted stare, her rosy tail flicking his flank. Koeneth had no interest in the courtship of males since she did not fly, but that did not mean she was immune to flattery. As long as he didn't distract her from the hatching babies, she was content with his presence.

"Oh, and hello to you too, R'en," Nia tucked a curl behind her ear. "Not the biggest class I've ever taught, but from what I hear, this might be one of the hardest. Lots of talk about aggressive feeling eggs and possibly even a red. Won't be boring for sure." She smiled, her gazed trailing over all the candidates. "And how could I not be excited? Look at them. They're all so young and just...precious. Even the grumpy ones. They'll make fine riders, I can tell!"

The weyrlingmaster winked when R'en slapped her shoulder. It would be interesting working with her fellow transfer. They would be responsible for the latest generation of wingriders to come out of Dalibor. Not a small feat to be certain.

"Oh, look at that!" Nia almost jumped. After a flew of tense moments, a freshly hatched cyan impressed. What a darling little dragonet. "Would you like to help me wrangle weyrlings? I'm sure with soon to be over a dozen weyrlings running around looking for buckets, I could use a spare hand. Speaking of which..." The pink rider hurried over to where the girl was attempting to feed her cyan, who was growling possessively over her meal and trying to gorge on giant pieces. "Let me help you there, miss...?" She waited for a name.

She carefully righted the bucket in her hands and examined the situation. The cyan had just 'killed' a large chunk of meat like it was a piece of prey, and despite the girl's best efforts to make small pieces, it didn't look like it was going well.

"Here, you break apart the meat like this and you give it to the dragonet slowly." She demonstrated the proper hand technique to pry the chunks apart into manageable bits, "When your belly starts to feel full, stop. Don't let her eat too much, even if she demands it. Because that will just make you both sick. This one is going to be a bit tricky, by the look of it, so you're going to need to teach her to eat slower...okay?"

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Aydran remained mostly silent through Embry's commentary. Not point in retaliating, the boy was a grump and would snark whenever he was uncomfortable. Which was most of the time. Forcing himself to relax, he watched the hatch unfold. The green attacked a couple of the other eggs, a prissy cyan with terrible singing caused a ruckus and a brown tumbled out of the brilliant red egg. Nothing too terrible or nerve wrecking. True, the green dragonet ran through the girl's side and probably bit someone, but there wasn't any screaming for healers, so it could not have been too bad of an injury.

His brows furrowed. Was that cyan challenging her mother? Even full grown, a cyan had nothing sizewise on a gold. As a hatchling, she wasn't even a mouthful. Somehow, she wasn't eaten and went on to impress a redhead. He blinked. That hair. He knew that girl. He met her at the gather the past autumn. She bonded a pale blue flit that loved music. How fitting that the noisy cyan chose her. Though, he was a little uneasy about the harper. There was a rumor started that Embry tried to make unwelcome advances on her and her brother beat Embry up. Which was the height of false. Not only was Embry no a bloody mess, but he was pretty sure he never met the girl outside of class. At least, that was the impression he got when he told Embry about the rumor, wondering if the older teen knew what people were saying about him.

"So far? I think that the redhead there has something going on with...him," he made a discreet gesture at the blond guy standing near the end of the line. His name was Zeph something. And after Rylin impressed, she actually gave something to the teen before going off the sands. Who does that? "And he's probably the reason why people are saying weird things behind your back." Aydran shrugged. He was a people watcher, and that body language shift between the pair was obvious as Faranth singing Moreta's Ride at the top of his lungs.

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Seiyr glanced over as she was joined on the sands by her roommate, feeling a slight sense of relief. Yet her nerves wouldn't quell. There was a green on the sands, and she was praying it Impressed to someone else, and quickly. Her mother had been the worst sort of person, and she had known far too many, also on greens, who had been. Her mother hadn't cared about her daughter, nor all her half-siblings strewn all over the Weyr. All she'd wanted was a mother, and all she'd gotten was the woman with the reputation of a pillowcrafter. She'd cared about two things only: her nasty green, and herself. The red heads opinions were bigoted, and based solely upon a few greenriders--and especially one. She feared that the dragon was what made the person, and not the person already having been that way. She didn't want to blame her mother, so she blamed her green. It didn't help that the greenriders had reputations, oftentimes, for being flirtatious and like her mother was. It had darkened her opinion of them, and cause her to fear that one day, should she Impress a green, she'd end up like that. That people would whisper about her, and think she was that sort of person. The person she never wanted to be: her mother.

She was so terrified by the prospect and trying not to look at that green, that Ero's words caught her by surprise when she heard them. "I'm here." Two simple words, and yet they hit home. She was feeling so alone and unreasonably petrified at that moment, that the words brought her out of it--and then it was ruined by none other than the beast that she feared in an entirely different way. She had looked at Erochall, ready to offer a quiet thanks, but then she saw a flash of green, and felt teeth close on her leg. It was all she could do not to yelp in terror--and she did, though it was a more strangled sound, since her voice caught--as she waited for the pain to increase. It didn't. The snap was light, not hard enough to break skin, and yet it would leave angry purple and yellow bruises as a reminder. The words in her mind were like physical blows, and she recoiled in both fear and shock.

You think greens are worthless. How dare you.

She didn't even know what to say, just staring at the creature in absolute shock. She couldn't even refute the dragonet's words. Worthless was not the word she might have used, but it had been pretty near to that. She knew greens were good for fighting thread...but the way she viewed them was horribly tainted. She had nearly fallen when she'd been bitten, shocked to see there was no blood when she looked down, and feeling angry tears welling up in the corners of her wide blue eyes. That little monster had bitten her. Did she think doing that was going to ingratiate her color to her in any way? If anything, she just felt sick to her stomach, and that this had only proven her point. Greens were the worst, there was nothing good about them. Still, something in her made her feel unwanted guilt. The green had been angry with her for thinking that. A dragonet, who thought someone thought she was worthless. She felt that stab of guilt, even though she was angry with it for biting her. Even though she didn't like greens any more for that action. It made her pause, and for a moment, she felt guilt through her anger and fear. She didn't know what to do with, or about, the emotion. She still didn't want a green. That wouldn't change overnight, and probably never--nothing like that could short of Impressing one, and she was dead set against it.

The green moved off, and she shifted, her leg sore, her heart still racing. Why had it only bitten her lightly? It had sounded so upset with her, she had expected to be bleeding. Why had it stopped...? It was a bad start to her first hatching, and she stood, feeling sorry for herself and defiantly standing tall. She had no idea that all the dragons knew her thoughts, but that fear was there now, too. How had that green known her thoughts...? She had never spoken them aloud, least of all to any of the eggs. She furiously wiped away a tear that escaped, trying not to let the hatching be ruined by this. She kept her head high, and promised herself she'd be super careful for the rest of it. She hadn't even seen the green coming. She had to be more careful.

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Al watched as the green caused mischief and mayhem on the sands, and then the feisty little cyan hatched and made a swipe at its own mother. He knew that this...this was nothing. Brows furrowed a little when he saw the green snap at a red-haired girl, but besides looking terrified,
she looked all right. It could have been a lot worse, he knew. He didn't know what she'd done to earn such purposeful looking rebuke. Still, she wasn't really hurt, from what he could tell. That was good. He smiled softly as the cyan Impressed to a pretty red haired girl. One down, and many more to go. He was worried, in truth, for those around him. Two out, and even though they were smaller fighters, it seemed like they were full of blood and vinegar. He was concerned that things could get very serious, very quickly. He hoped his fellow candidates knew the danger--but he trusted for the most part, they all did.

When the other young man finally answered, Al could tell right away it was bravado. He was nervous, but he didn't blame him or hold his answer against him. A lot of young men--and even women--put on a show to make themselves seem, or feel, braver than they did. "Good.
I'm sure you'll do just fine,"
he said, keeping his tone confident and level. It was true--the young man didn't lie, if he could help it--only white ones, to protect feelings. He knew that if they kept their heads on right, and paid attention, they might all get out of this with only milder injuries. Injuries would happen, though. That much he was certain of. There were far too many eggs here for them to not happen. He watched in surprised as the newly Impressed girl ran up to the boy beside him, pressing something into his palm. He watched curiously, smiling with his eyes, at least. He wasn't sure if they were friends, or perhaps shared more than friendship.
Either way, it was kindness that was nice to see. "She Impressed well," he commented lightly after she'd gone, quietly. He didn't want to draw any undue attention. Then he noticed the brown that had hatched. He looked like a solid fellow! He was sure many had lost marks on that bet--the red egg was the talk of the Weyr. Rumored to hold a red dragon, and here was a brown.
This was sure to be an interesting hatching.
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G'len was in the process of getting himself up and ready for a drill when Couineth called the Candidates in. He took the rearrangement of his morning order in stride, given who was going to be Standing this time out. His little baby girl was now old enough to try for a dragon of her own now, and would be out there waiting to see if her life partner was there today.

The Wingleader quickly cleaned himself up a bit and dressed, before going down into the Stands in his usual spot in front by the retaining wall. Normally he'd be sitting with Rayna up there, watching and commenting on the going-ons down below, but today she was on the Sands herself with her Queen, watching and making sure everything went according to plan. Which plan hopefully didn't include any children - dragon or human - getting maimed or dying today. He had no idea how he'd react to his baby getting hurt down there, besides wanting to throttle the dragon responsible, that is. Beyond that, though....

The moment G'len and Zeuth settled into their respective places (the dragon sitting on the low ledge above the clutch, because why not; he's The King, after all), the blond man found himself covered in thirteen firelizards, some settling on him, some settling along the top of the wall and chattering like the Weyrfolk around them. Half of them were his; the rest were Lerian's, come to see if Theirs came away with a new member of their fair or not.

They'd all see the answer to that question before lunchtime today.

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Kali gave a brief nod, but then replied quietly, though easily, "If the reason is that there's a perfect match out there for you, and these aren't it, then I'll agree." The dark-haired teen gave the other a small smile. From the bits and pieces she'd seen of this girl, she deserved a good match. There was always that chance someone wouldn't Impress--maybe not ever. Yet Kali liked to hope Kida would. If she didn't, there was always the wher program--hadn't she spotted her there, when she'd attended it from the Stands? So no matter, she'd end up where she was meant to be. Would she, though? She didn't know--couldn't know. No one did, and that was just the reality of it.

"Aye, she does, doesn't she?" Kali whispered back, and then, startled, watched as the green came in their direction, only to stop in front of Kida. Was she going to Impress to her...? Yet the moment was brief, and passing, and then the other candidate's words confirmed that it was not. Kali put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "Perfect match, don't forget." A small, reassuring smile, and she removed her hand and stood beside the girl once more. Seeing bonds made would be the best part of today, maybe. After all, not everyone could Impress, and she might not. If she got to see others do so...that was a plus.

There was a brown on the sands now, and Kali watched it curiously. So, it was a brown, and not a red? She had heard people talking about that one, and how it hadn't seemed to have a typical reaction, for a red, when touched. She'd since suspected it was not a red, after all. She had not guessed brown, to be fair, yet at least she was right it hadn't been red. Browns were a boon to a Weyr, and she stood and watched it a moment before she realized that the cyan had gone and Impressed! She would have clapped, but she didn't want to draw the wrong sort of attention. She could congratulate others at the hatching feast, since there was always one. The girl looked so wonderfully happy. It really was something else to see it from so up close. She felt her heart tighten. Was that what it looked like, then? It looked bloody wonderful.

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Nym nodded, feeling solemn all of a sudden. She didn't want anyone to get mauled or killed,
and she didn't think Aren really did, either. He'd seen a whole lot of bad, and she worried a little that it had colored him. Not that she cared about a few wounds here and there. It sucked when people got hurt, but the reality of a hatching was that it was a chance you took. It was a worthwhile chance if you wanted to Impress, she knew. So she merely smirked, and folded her arms across her chest, expression thoughtful. Green eyes watched the fierce little green approvingly. She looked strong, and capable. There would be no one pushing her around! She inhaled sharply as it looked to have bitten a girl candidate. Shells, already...? Only the girl wasn't looking like she'd been badly hurt or anything. She was still standing, and with her sharp eyes she thought she merely looked afraid, not in pain.

Aren's words caught her off guard and she looked at him, keeping that surprise out of her expression. He had been talking about her? She wasn't the pig-headed sort to think it was something he went and did all the time, but the fact he'd talked about her at all...she wasn't sure what she was feeling. Pleased? Uncertain? Grateful? No one talked about her to anyone, save to complain she'd caused some mischief, in the past. She nodded as he quickly added that he'd asked...wait, if he had any friends? Had he just said he considered her a friend? She couldn't help the small smile that lit on her face, and had to quickly look away in hopes he wouldn't see, saying assuredly, "It's cool," before that same uncle was suddenly chastising her...friend? That was what he'd said they were. Did this mean she had a real friend? She guessed maybe it did.

She approved of G'dan's words. He was probably good for Aren. She looked over at the younger boy, and saw his gaze had turned to something...almost frightening. Following the direction of his gaze, she saw what he'd meant. Oh, shards. Sebol, his father, with some man. He wasn't sure what was most upsetting to Aren: that his father was here, or was here with a man he seemed to be pretty familiar with. She saw the tall greenhandler look back, and she cringed inwardly a bit.
Not good. The look on Aren's face was pained--at least from what she could tell. Crackdust.
Why did that man have to come here and ruin things for Aren? She gave him a light nudge,
and said matter-of-fact, "Ignore him. Not like him bein' here matters. You're here with me, and G'dan. Don't even give him a thought. We're gonna' watch the hatching, you'n'me, and forget he's even here." She didn't know what else to say. She was terrible at whatever this was. She didn't care much about many people, save herself, and now there was this,
and she was bad at it. Then G'dan was speaking, telling Aren not to 'make a scene'. Adults...some of them didn't get it, but he wasn't wrong, probably, either. It wasn't about Aren,
if his dad was here with some dragonrider or not. He was just here, for his own reason, probably. Still...Aren wasn't making a scene. He was clearly angry, and hurt. Wrong thing to say to him, she figured, that. It wasn't comforting at all, and she knew that without even being at all good at it. Watching Aren, she pondered a moment, then said, "No red in that red egg, Aren.
It's a brown, see?"
She tried to distract, acting like she didn't care one lick about Sebol,
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Ly'on was bouncing with excitement this morning, and he wasn't even one of those Standing. He could only imagine how excited his cousin must be. Her first Hatching as an official Candidate! Ly'on couldn't wait for Lerian to Impress as well so he could share what being a rider was like with her. Not that she didn't already know for the most part. She'd known more about dragons than him when he'd Impressed and she'd been younger besides. He was certain that there was a perfect dragon out there for her somewhere.

Clothed in some of his nicest clothes, since his mother always made sure he was well supplied with nice clothes whether he wanted them or not, he made his way out to the Stands. It was easy to spot his uncle, surrounded by so many fire lizards. Ly'on's own fair were flitting around him with excitement. Figuring G'len might want some company since Lerian wasn't sitting with him this time, Ly'on head down towards him. On he way, he spotted another familiar person and smiled warmly. He offered L'aars a little wave of welcome. They were all in the same wing, after all, even if Ly'on only ran errands for them. No reason to feel left out.

Ly'on found a seat next to G'len, beaming with excitement. "Do you see her?" he whispered, craining his head to try and get a better look at all the candidates. Some of the baby dragons were already causing some chaos below. And the Hatching had barely started!

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Dh'mel grunted in response to Nia's wave at him and nodded in return. He made his way over to stand with her, in quiet support. This was going to be her class, after all. It would be her decision how to handle them. "Think your ready for this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Despite his grumpy attitude, there was a slight smile to his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. He didn't actually doubt Nia's ability. She had good credentials and had been doing well so far. But this was a big class and from the looks of the little green it was shaping up to be an interesting one. Hopefully their new Weyrlingmaster was up to the challenge.
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It looks like at least one of the Dragonets wants to get the Hatching started, said Junonth turning her head towards the area of the weyr that Carissa lived. What do you want to do, attend or not I of course don’t mind either way.

Might as well considering the fact that we don’t have anything that needs our presence for a good amount of candlemarks, said Carissa somewhat sleepily getting up with her firelizards behind her.

Before Carissa could get on her Green, Fiferen made his way up onto the Green, having taken to staying around Junonth’s couch so if something he deemed interesting happened which usually involved Junonth. Char char char chaaaar, said Fiferen something to the effect of ‘don’t think you’re leaving me behind.

With the pillie clinging to one of the Green Dragon’s many ridges on her back Wingrider and her Dragon made the quick flight to the Hatching Sands. Once Junont had landed Fiferen climbed down Junonth with Carissa’s Brown firelizard close behind to make sure that the Blue didn’t go onto the sands proper or run into any Hatchlings looking for theirs in the stands. Once settled the Greenrider wasn’t really impressed with the Green Dragonet’s attitude compared to the Cyan’s so far, though she did want the Green to impress without much injury so she couldn’t give away that much until she Impressed.


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Xialas had awoken when he had, and the pair of them had, separately, made their way to the Sands. The last thing the brown-haired boy had expected was for Xialas to go and stand alongside him. Maus turned and peered up at the older teen, trying not to appear as awe-inspired as he was. He wasn't going to be standing alone. Xialas had decided to stand with him... Maus couldn't help but grin, even as the older boy told him to calm himself. He hardly registered the advice, his goofy grin practically plastered to his face. "I'm calm," he replied, way after the fact.

The green set to rampaging, and before he could count to three there were multiple dragonets upon the Sands. The green mauled a couple of candidates-gently-to which Maus found himself keeping close to Xialas. He wasn't afraid or anything, not yet anyways. He just, uh, wanted to be sure there were people around him. Stop, be brave. You have to be brave. It's your job to save people, he reminded himself. Reaffirming his conviction, he nodded to himself, and then watched as the rather stable brown emerged from the red egg. Well, that was a surprise, but a welcome surprise. Mauschen was grinning once again as the brown bespoke them all. "Cool," he chuckled, looking back to Xialas to see the other boys reaction.

The cyan had impressed off, leaving the brown and a dragonet that was hiding beneath it's shell. Maus bent over, and inclined his head, trying to peer in-between the cracks of the egg. "I want to see the poor little thing..." Mauschen frowned, hoping that the dragonet within was unharmed. "I feel so bad for him," he told Xialas, keeping his voice moderately low.

When the green was injured by... something, Mauschen stared in confusion. "What even just happened?" he wondered aloud, speaking to Xialas-naturally. He didn't feel as if the green deserved to be hurt! She sure was angry, but Maus didn't want to see her sad or anything. "Poor thing... I feel bad for all of them," he told his roommate. Reaching a hand up nervously, Mauschen ruffled his own hair, releasing a puff of air from his mouth. "Oh boy, I hope that the others are less angry." Didn't everyone?

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Sin was soon joined by Kataya, despite the fact that she had distanced herself from most everyone else. Before she knew it people were closing in around her and she felt as if she were boxed in. She hated feeling surrounded. Trying not to panic, mostly from the idea of being mauled to death by baby dragons, Sin bit her bottom lip before proceeding to pick at it with her fingers. Pulling at the skin of her lower lip, the young girls bright blue eyes darted to and fro.

Before she knew what was happening people-girls-were shrieking and flailing. Sin grabbed a hold of Kataya's arm and pulled at her, seemingly wanting her to stay safe. Another girl had joined them, Kataya's roommate she thought, but she barely paid heed to the girl. Before long, several of the eggs had hatched, and the auburn-haired girl standing with them had impressed a cyan.

Sin's head was spinning as she tried to reason with herself that everything was going to be just fine. Was it though? Nothing felt fine. She felt as if the world was spinning. Throat running dry, Sin avoided looking at her older sister. There was a brown, and the angry green, and a small dragonet that was hiding. Great... should she be hiding? Probably.

She didn't like that so many of the dragonets seemed unsure of one another. They were supposed to be siblings, what happened to trust and loyalty? Just goes to show that all families are broken, she mused, making a face as she regarded the now-injured green. She barely registered that the green had, somehow, not been injured by one of the dragonets above ground.

"Everything's fine," she told Kataya unhelpfully, her tone flat. She didn't want to talk, she really didn't. Blanking out, the shorter blond stared forward, slowly slipping back into her subconscious. Somehow she couldn't help feeling that this day was not going to go as planned, at all.

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Rosian

When Cairenn waved to them, Sia waved back so enthusiastically that Stitch creeled in annoyance, being shaken so! She picked up the blue, who hung limply as she took him about the waist and under the arms and put him in her lap, petting him. One day she was going to get her own Tserieth or Shirath, like her cousin! The little girl was a complete stranger to real violence, so it was good she had a mother who would protect her from seeing anything she ought not. It was too soon in her young life to see violence as bad as it could get. She was excited, and thought that hatchings were all about getting a dragon of your very own, and little else. She was a smart girl, but she'd never actually seen a mauling, or a death.

"Mommy she waved to us, did you see?" she asked, not at all minding the bouncing. "Will she get a dragon like you and daddy? Can I go play with them?" The idea of having another dragon to play with was delightful, and she was clearly unaware that Cairenn might not Impress. If you were down there with a dragon, you got a dragon. That made perfect sense. Her face scrunched up as she watched the cyan go to another girl. "That one is pretty," she commented, shifting a little to lean forward and watch. Then, she looked up at Roselle and asked, "which one is for Cairenn, mommy?" She could see lots of eggs, but when she had got Stitch, her daddy had given her an egg and said that it was for her. Which one was Cairenn's?

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"Nice to meet you too, Serlie," Tay said back, lowering her own voice, too. She wasn't aware they were not supposed to be talking, but the fact that people were doing so in hushed voices was not lost on her. She immediately liked the younger candidate's bright attitude. Though she was clearly quite a few turns younger, she was a cheerful sort--the sort Taylei thought could not go wrong. At the girl's question, Tay nodded, a quick jerking motion of affirmation. "It is,
how about you?"
Then, after a pause, "How about you? Your first, too, or no?" It was hard to keep quiet and not talk with all the excitement bubbling up in her. She felt like she couldn't contain it. Then she noticed the antics of the green and cyan, and her breath caught.
It didn't look good, that was for sure. She frowned until they broke it off, and gasped when the cyan suddenly headed straight for Serlie...and leaped right over her as the girl ducked smoothly. "Are you okay?" She appeared to be, and Tay breathed in deeply. That had caught her off guard, but the dragonet was off towards another small cluster of girls. The cyan Impressed a girl not more than fifteen feet away! She clapped, but it was so lightly--and quickly--that she didn't think it would draw attention to them. She wanted to jump up and down, just a little. That girl looked so happy! She was so happy for her.

The cyan was so pretty, but was that little fiery green okay? She hoped so, and watched it until the red egg hatched--how unexpected! She hadn't been sure what it was with all the rumors floating around. Still, she admitted she'd been leaning towards red, too. She liked reds just as much as any other, though she wasn't sure what kind of person it took to handle one. They were apparently very...difficult. She didn't want to think anything negative about any dragonet, and so would not. Serlie had answered her question, really. She'd Stood before, and so, "How many hatchings have you been to?" The cyan had startled her, and briefly reminded her: dragonets could do damage, and a girl had been bitten by the green, seemed like--she also seemed all right, but nonetheless...well, the excitement refused to die. Yet common sense did leak into it a little. Serlie had been quick to avoid sharp claws and possible injury. She would need to be just as quick on her feet, and pay closer attention, despite conversing quietly!

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Kat

Did it always move along so fast? It felt that way, to her. It seemed like she could barely keep up with was going on. She was trying to keep a weather eye on Rylin and Sin, concerned for them both, but admittedly, mostly her younger sibling. She could tell that Sin was anxious. She was,
too, but trying hard not to show it. The green that broke into the throng of girls and actually bit the leg of one--she didn't have time to see how badly--would have seen her pulling Sin closer protectively. Yet the smaller girl grabbed her arm, and she said reassuringly, "we'll be okay,
Sin. I'll make sure of it, okay?
She would have hugged her, but as it was, she let the girl cling to her, and reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She had to make sure of it...but if it came down to Sin or her, she wasn't going to let a dragonet lay as much as a claw on her younger sibling.

Then there was a cyan heading their way, and she wondered: was that for one of them? She felt hopeful for herself, but suddenly felt it would be far better if Sin were Impress. It would get her safely Impressed and off the sands, safe. It didn't pan out that way, however. The cyan stopped in front of her roommate. Roommate no more, it seemed. Impression, and it looked as amazing as they'd always dreamed. Only Sin wasn't paying attention, she had that expression on her face that Kat recognized all to well, and even though she spoke to say everything was fine, the look only intensified.

"We will be fine," she said fiercely, her own blue-green eyes flashing, kicking her own anxieties far away from her. "Watch, and wait. If your dragon hatches today, do you really want to miss it?" She kept her voice low--the last thing they wanted was attention from a dragon not theirs. She saw Rylin headed towards...the boys? Without her dragon? What was she doing...? Well, it didn't matter, for she was soon back and wishing them luck, and Kat said 'congratulations' with as sincere a smile as she could manage. She was sincere, but her concern for Sin overrode all. What if she Impressed first...? That thought struck her, suddenly.
Would she be forced to leave her sister's side? She didn't want to that. She had made a promise to protect her. Would her dragon understand, if it happened? Sin just had to Impress first. She could take care of herself. Sin would be a mess out here alone. She scoured the faces of the female candidates, trying to see if there was someone whom she could entrust Sin's care into if she did Impress--not that she felt she was necessarily going to. But what if? No. She could not look anxious. Concentrate!

"Remember what Al'dr said about thinking positive thoughts? We need to do that. We want our dragon to find us. We've dreamed of this day, and we're here, Sin. Actually here. We can do this." She wondered who she spoke more to: herself or Sin. Both, probably.
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B’tor liked to ignore the fact that he humiliated his sister, so that was exactly what he did as he proudly held his sign in the air. Not even once did he lower it as the Hatching went on, although he cringed as the two newborn dragonets rampaged through the candidates one after the other. Fortunately they didn’t seem interested in mauling anyone – the green was just busy chasing her cyan sister, who seemed intent on getting away. Better that than a bloodbath, especially this early in the Hatching. B’tor would prefer that no bloodbath happened at all, but then he had no control whatsoever over a Hatching.

Soon a brown hatched as well, while the cyan was busy ‘singing’ (better than B’tor sang, but not that well) and investigating the hatchling under the broken shell. Watching, the greenrider had to admit that he wasn’t quite anticipating her Impression. True, the little cyan walked herself over to Rylin and sat down in front of her, but it took a long moment before the dragonman realized what had happened, and when he did he slammed the sign down on the ground so hard it cracked, and bellowed, Yeah, Rylin!

Rylin, his baby sister, had Impressed! Now she too was a dragonrider, or at least a weyrling, and she had a beautiful little cyan as her partner. B’tor, for once not embarrassing his dragon, slapped Tavistrath excitedly on the shoulder, and she glanced at him with a low croon, not mentioning that she could see his eyes shimmering. Oh, this was all he had wanted all along!

Only watching his sister approach “Embry” did the dragonman’s enthusiasm dampen. What was she doing, going up to the boy that he’d caught hitting on her? Eyes narrowing, B’tor watched as she apparently passed something to him, but from this far up he couldn’t see what it was. Just as well, that, because the greenrider was not known for his rational nature. Still, right now he was too happy for Rylin to hang on what she had just done (though he wasn’t about to forget about it either). When she turned to wave at him, he flung his arms in the air over his head and waved wildly back, strongly resembling a very large, crazed bird.

Since they couldn’t rush down to the feeding area without getting themselves in trouble, B’tor asked Tavistrath to bespeak his sister, and she did, softly. Congratulations, little one. B’tor is very excited. We will find you later, when your little one is fed. Knowing that it would probably be a little overwhelming to have more than one dragon in her mind at once, Tavistrath kept her message to Rylin short no matter that Hers was begging her to send half a dozen more sentiments her way.

Good thing he was stuck up on the ledge with her, or he probably would have gone running off to the weyrlings’ area, tripping all over himself like a right buffoon. As it was, he had to restrain himself to grinning like a fool, eyes streaming with joyful tears he refused to acknowledge. ”She Impressed,” he mumbled to himself instead, and then louder, to Tavistrath, ”my little sister Impressed! She’s a dragonrider!”

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Keep watch, eh? Ruane smiled lazily. ”I can do that,” she murmured, giving every impression that she wasn’t taking the other woman seriously at all. All the same, she took careful note of the warning, though that didn’t show in the casual slant of her shoulders or the way she raised her chin just a little higher in the direction of the hatchlings. Interesting, that Morrigan was asking her to be careful. Very interesting, and why would she say it? Ruane decided to keep a weather eye out, but she lacked the sort of neurotic personality to get nervous about it. She’d pay attention, that was all.

Well, the Hatching was hardly boring so far. Already the cyan and the green had charged wildly around the Sands, and then the cyan had Impressed, leaving the green sitting there looking thoroughly unimpressed with everything. Out of the red egg hatched a brown, and the dragon candidate quirked a brow slightly as he spoke to the lot of them. Surprise, eh? Well, not so much to her, but then she put precious little stock in guessing dragonets by egg colour.

More interested in the green than the brown, she watched as the hatchling wandered over to investigate the buried egg and apparently got slapped for her troubles. Raising a brow, Ruane made a soft sound of interest. Well… wasn’t that curious. Be good fun to see what popped out of that egg, now wouldn’t it?

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Dawson seemed to notice that he was there, judging by the blue glance he received, but in typical Dawson fashion, the smith said nothing. Honestly, it was easier on Lueke’s nerves that he was silent – he couldn’t hold up a proper conversation at the best of times, never mind when he was already a wreck of nerves. Technically, he shouldn’t have been anxious – that was the job of the dragon candidates down on the sand. No way were the dragonets or anyone else going to care that he was way up here in the Stands.

Except that one did – the cyan that hatched out of the purple egg he’d illicitly touched. First she acted more or less like any other dragonet, being pursued around the Sands by her green sister, and then she turned toward the Stands, and Lueke’s stomach dropped abruptly. Paralyzed, he locked eyes with the hatchling as she came toward the spectators, fixated on… him. Perfectly motionless, he waited as the cyan climbed partway up the Stands, only to be turned back by her mother. Abruptly he released the breath he’d been holding, grey gaze dropping to the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets to hide their trembling. I shouldn’t have come. Of course he shouldn’t have. He’d known better. Not that he’d known the dragonets themselves would want to drive him out, but he’d known he wasn’t needed or wanted here.

Maybe if he waited a little and then crept out, no one would notice. Dawson didn’t seem like the type to ask questions, so maybe he could reverse this stupid decision before one of the other dragons managed to get up here and do it for him.

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Both children were offered a warm smile once they had picked a seat in the stands and she settled behind them, her daughter sitting quietly by her side. No doubt her eight turn old would know the other children - but after having her mom chastise Asha and Rayiet it wasn’t likely she was going to start chattering up a storm with them anytime soon. Besides they were all there to watch the hatching right? ”If it gets too scary just let me know. Dabysk won’t let anything happen to any of you, right my love?”

Dabysk keep these hatchlings safe from those hatchings. Yup! the blue agreed with a croon before he sat down in front of the two formerly wayward weyrbrats. His tail brushed against Rayiet’s leg lightly as he turned his attention towards the sands. It was still not bright enough that he would need his goggles though his handler had picked them up from their wherhole before picking up Phyrie from the creche. ”Did you two get to touch the eggs? I heard that the Weyrwoman allowed a lot of weyrbred children to touch them even though they weren’t candidates.” Her own daughter had opted not to be a part of this touching, perhaps if the next hatchmother allowed it she could be a part of that touching. The handler wasn’t sure if her reluctance had stemmed from her potential desire to be a handler like her mother or something else she hadn’t told her yet.

Leaning forward she clasped her hands together excitedly, ”Oh that pretty cyan found Hers! Fiesty little one.”

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Another light bounce was given with her legs before she let them fall still beneath her little girl. Smiling brightly she nodded as Rosian mentioned her cousin waving to them. ”Yes! I saw her wave, but now she has to concentrate on the baby dragons. They get confused easily and are sometimes pretty clumsy.” The fact that some of them already seemed as if they were out for blood went unsaid, there were plenty of turns for Rosian to learn more about the darker side of hatchings - now wasn’t the time. At the girl’s questions she shook her head while shrugging lightly, ”I’m not sure if she will get a green, though I doubt she will get a purple. They like to pick boys over girls. As for playing with them… well they are babies. If your cousin impresses she will have to spend a lot of time taking care of her baby dragon while it grows. Like mommy and daddy take care of you.”

With a smirk she suddenly tickled the little girl’s ribs until she let out a squeal of joy, stopping before her laughter disrupted those around them. ”Not everyone down there will get a dragon. See how there are more people down there than there are eggs? That means some people will be left waiting for a dragon. There will be other eggs later though, so even if she doesn’t get a dragon this time she might get one next time!” Pointing down to where the clutch was nestled in the hot sands she asked Rosian softly, ”Can you count all those eggs?”

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A bite of meatroll was washed down with hot klah, the mug emptied before he handed it off to one of his aides. At times he wondered why it was he was offered such consideration when so many others were treated less than the dirt they walked on. Though it was true his clothing was of a higher thread count, dyed the finest hues, and embroidered by the most talented of tailors was that really cause for all of the people scrambling to make his wishes reality? No, there was more to it than that - traders were known to dress well as were harpers; while they were afforded a measure of respect in many places he was afforded far more. His pedigree was the source of his perceived power - though at the moment he was mystified as to why that should matter to any of these people, so far from the place he once called home. Idle thoughts rattled around in his mind as throngs of people walked past, careful to give the Lord Holder a respectable distance from their heavy footfalls and shuffling movements.

At least, most of them were. A soft gasp sounded just a step behind him on his left side, the aides busy enough with something else that they could not intervene in time to stop the woman from falling before him. Small hands that he had met before splayed against his pant leg and the briefest query worked through his mind, Would she know that his pants were made of wherryhide by the texture alone? He could feel her fingers begin to tremble as she fumbled out an apology and he wrapped his hands around hers warmly to cease her quaking. One of his aides had noticed the ordeal and was rushing forward as if to remove the girl from his presence but a stern look froze the man in place. Gently Callum shifted a hand along Oreanda’s right arm until he was cradling her elbow, ”Here, let me help you up.” There was a gentle pressure against her elbow as he moved to help her up, his other hand leaving hers briefly so he could stand and kneel in order to softly grasp her waist as well. It was with little effort he saw the wherhandler from her knees on the floor before him to sitting in the seat next to his.

Both hands left her momentarily before he gently took one of her hands in his, still standing as his voice boomed out, ”You there!” It was rare for the Lord Holder to raise his voice, unless doing so was necessary for addressing a crowd. This was not the case here as he was clearly after only one man among the groups of people there to watch the hatching. An aide rushed up the steps to ensure the man he was addressing realized just who was talking to him.

”I believe you meant to apologize to Prideleader Oreanda for rudely bowling her over, that is a correct assumption yes?” Though it was phrased as a question there was no real question to it - a thinly veiled demand was being made of the Master Crafter whom Callum recognized from the hold. There was a flicker of defiance over the man’s features before he relented and took a few steps down so he didn’t have to yell over the crowd. A brief once over was given of the woman Crescent’s Lord Holder claimed to be a Prideleader - she looked more like a drudge to him but he wasn’t going to argue his innocence, ”’m sorry miss.”

It was gruff and obviously not heartfelt, done more so out of fear of what fresh hell the Lord Holder could make his life in Crescent than out of any true remorse but still it was something. Callum nodded briefly and watched the man make his way through the crowd with more care for a short time before he sat back down next to the wherhandler. If it seemed as though her trembling had ceased he would release his grip on her hand, otherwise he would hold it until she had regained her composure completely. ”Are you alright?”

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The brown continued to move and the green continued to watch and Rayna moved to the stands where she would be safer (now that the eggs were actually hatching). The brown moved very slowly, the green thought, tail moving back and forth again. It was almost as though she was thinking every time this happened. Well, Loriketh had impressed to her bonded which meant she now had someone to eat with. Perfect. The green got to her feet as one of the largest eggs began to hatch, the one with the sandy coloured shell and a green stripe. The green seemed to toss her head in a way that was almost an eye roll. Her head snapped to the slow moving brown as he seemed to look towards her.

The green looked skyward again, closing her eyes as she once again felt the rain upon her hide. He was right, as annoying as that was and she hated drama. Drama would soon follow and she had friends to make now. What about that one who hated greens? That would be amusing wouldn’t it? The green chuckled to herself, whole body moving but she knew who she wanted. She had seen the mind of the one she wanted when she had attacked the other. That one wanted adventure and so did she. The green turned and stared at Erochall from across the sands.
Tell your friend I am sorry for biting her. My name’s Tamanith. I don’t care when people slight me but this was different. My siblings are not as tough as me. She puffed herself up a little as she mentioned her toughness. Some of them have been very hurt by her thoughts.

The rainbow colours shone through the green’s eyes as she felt calmed by the bond she was making. Finally, the green got to her feet and made her way towards Erochall to examine her.
I want adventure. When can we leave?

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As soon as it is raining, Tamanith is outdoors in the rain, ready to be a part of every facet of nature. She will even insist on going outdoors every chance she can get but particularly enjoys light sun showers. She loves sunning herself whenever she gets the chance and always seems a little more active at night. Tamanith will therefore sleep late and be difficult to awaken in the morning. Once she is awake she will become angry and grumpy often roaring or growling her displeasure. It is unusual that such a nature loving creature can have such an angry reaction to being woken up. She can be impatient and quick to anger if she is kept cooped up too long.

She can also get quite defensive and is unlikely to admit she is wrong. To this end she can easily get into arguments with others and then pick fights with them when she disagrees. It is probably Tamanith’s biggest flaw. She especially disagrees with Oath on a lot of things but oddly seems to get along with the other dragon really well when not arguing. Even though Tamanith has a bit of a temper, she hates drama. It is ridiculous to consider that a dragon who can so easily rise to a taunt or argument will then turn around and say she hates drama. It is more that Tamanith has no desire to hold a grudge. She might get into an argument or fight with someone and the next day act as though they are her best friend. Although she will have no interest in holding grudges, she won’t necessarily back down in the heat of the moment. This can include getting into arguments with her superiors.

Tamanith is an adventurous sort of dragon requesting things like camping trips and days out just amongst nature. She would also be the type of dragon to request ‘sleep overs’ at other dragon’s Weyrs or in the Weyrbowl. She is hyper vigilant towards danger and very protective over Hers and Hers is the only one who can calm her down in the moment of rage. Tamanith is quick to move and protect her rider even if that means shouting into their head so loud that they can barely move.

Tamanith seems to gain weight in her tail. It is an odd appearance for the dragon and perhaps just a trick on the eyes but people may comment that she suddenly has a fatter tail after eating. It is certainly an unusual thing but the fat seems to first grow in her tail rather than her body. For Tamanith eating is a social event and she usually prefers to eat with 4-5 others.

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This left the brown on the sands, the half cracked large egg and the hatched small egg which now seemed to be moving. Those that looked closely would be able to see legs coming out from beneath the shell and claws clinging tightly to the exterior as though trying to keep the egg covering itself. It moved slowly, the shell wasn't exactly the lightest thing for the small dragon within. A moment later and a further series of cracking could be heard. Left and right, the shells began breaking and the dragon-shell crooned with worry. Even the brown stopped its ponderous movement to turn and look.

First was the smaller blue egg laying before its huge blue sibling. A red dragon spilled out onto the sands, tumbling before it was immediately raised on its back legs. Red? No it was more brown. A burgundy then. Next came the perfectly rounded egg, a blue cracking its shell and making itself seem small as he looked around himself. In a moment, he had leapt out of the way as the sand moved beside him, lunging out at him. The blue chirped a squeal and hopped around in a circle, darting away from the space. This, as many of the candidates would know, was where the buried egg lay. Apparently, it too had hatched. Those that were particularly sharp eyed would see a dragon nose sinking back into the sand to be buried, its eye ridges just about the only thing visible. It was impossible to determine colour, though, for the dragon had completely camouflaged itself with sand.

Next came the tall purple egg in the middle of the clutch, a perfect specimen of a green stepping lithely out of her shell. If there were any here who had been raised on harper ballads, they might have gasped in awe. This was, quite literally, the most perfect looking dragon. Everything about her was majestic and almost poetic. She stepped carefully around her unhatched siblings and shook her body, the egg goo falling off her almost instantly. Her wings were like great fans as she lengthened her neck, head looking skywards. Then she pulled herself neatly into a sitting position, looking out amongst the candidates. The light green took a step and walked lightly towards the candidates before she was stopped.

Perhaps, whilst eyes had been watching the green and some of the other happenings, they might have missed the hatching of the purple who now stood in front of the green. She regarded him politely as he began… Making some noises. Loriketh’s song had been interesting but this was downright bizarre. He incorporated numerous sounds into his song including sounds that might have been decidedly not draconic, almost copying the sounds of human chatter and laughter. The green watched the purple with polite interest and then raised herself up tall. It might have seemed strange to see a green go from being small and tiny to flaring her wings in such a way. Then she began what could only be termed ‘a dance’. The green moved lightly from place to place, dancing around the purple. He watched for a moment and then tried to join in.

While the purple was showing off and the green tried to communicate to him, the brown had made his way to the stands. He climbed slowly into them and then rolled over onto the ground. He walked amongst the spectators until he came to Nymeria @Ruriko and ran right into her. If she were not careful to move out of the way, he would have knocked her over and stepped over her fallen body. He then crawled over the railing to flop back onto the sands. He began making a slow beeline to the male candidates.

Those who had been watching the shell move would see that it had now gone by the candidates. The previously hatched burgundy hop stepped its way over to the egg and followed it for a moment. Then it sat back on its hind legs, rolled onto its tail and kicked the shell clean off revealing a checkerboard black.

The black cried out and looked around for the best place to hide himself and then curled up into a ball. His claws were positioned in such a way that it almost looked as though he had spines all over his body. The burgundy proceeded to continue to nudge and kick the black all the way into the candidates. The black went tumbling and rolling before he hit Arcaina @Catsitta, a claw accidentally scraping her on the way. The burgundy rushed up and pushed the black again where the little black rolled into Ruane @Sakoru probably knocking her clean over. The burgundy abruptly stopped and turned to Ruane where he rose to his full height, powerful back legs making him appear almost twice his size and he put up his foreclaws like fists. He was going to try to box her? He hopped around and then punched out at her before rolling onto his tail and using it as a support whilst he tried to kick her with his hind legs.
Fight me. Bet ya don’t have the guts eh?
And he moved to punch her again. He remembered that she had touched his egg earlier.

With the attention on someone else, the black had taken this chance to scurry away from his violent sibling crooning an apology to the candidates he had accidentally hit. He crawled slowly around each of their legs and made his way to the stands. He was so disappointed in his siblings. They were supposed to be better than this. They were supposed to be dragons, the noblest of creatures and there was his brother fighting a girl for some unexplained reason.

There he tried to climb. He slowly raised himself up and pulled himself over the barrier, turning to chirp at his mother as she glared at him.
Mine is here, I just have to get to them.
He was happy now that he was away from the chaos of the sands. He had loved all the kind words from the candidates about growing big and strong but he knew he had to help someone else grow big and strong first.

The black moved with child-like wonder and glee through the stands apparently having decided to take the scenic route. He stopped near Arendel and looked at his pillies with delight then turned to Nymeria.
Oh Nymeria, please can we ask him if we might have one of his pillies. I promise not to eat them. Tell him Echith says he promises not to eat any of his pillies.
He looked at her happily and snuggled close to the young wher candidate, eyes whirring with rainbow colours.
I am sorry I am not a wher but I can certainly be small and if you like we can even be awake at night!
He looked between Nymeria and Arendel before looking up into the stands further.
Ah, I fear I may have interrupted something. Carry on, I will wait here for you to finish.
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Echith isn’t the most outgoing of dragons. Often, he will choose to have His bonded relay what he is thinking or wanting to say rather than say it aloud himself. He will move carefully, worrying about falling over or being clumsy. Even though he is quiet and somewhat cautious, he is encouraging of His and does what he can to help. He is emotionally intelligent and highly empathetic. With a deep understanding of other people and their feelings, Echith will go out of his way to try to help them all the while not allowing them to know it was he who did this. This even extends to his bonded. Echith is selfless and considerate, simply enjoying watching other people enjoy gifts rather than wanting the glory for himself. He just loves seeing other people happy.

Echith does not like picking fights with others but can sometimes rise to a taunt, suddenly have an outburst and start a fight but then worry about what he has done. Echith can be judgemental too. He believes in the best of people but will then become disappointed when people let him down. It can affect the black rather deeply. That said he is not dour or somber, Echith does have a childish sense of humour and can rather enjoy the odd prank as long as everyone involved is happy. He loves his bonded deeply but will sometimes become upset if either he or his bonded is let down. He has high expectations for his bonded.

Echith also finds pillies absolutely fascinating. He would love to have them all around him but understands he cannot live in the water (sadly). Echith loves digging and getting into burrows. Fortunately he is small enough that this is somewhat possible. At least more so than some larger dragons. He will use his longer nose and angled head to stuff his face into small holes and take a look around. If he feels threatened he will immediately try to dig a hole or curl into a ball, claws positioned in a way that they are almost sticking out of his body.

Echith likes to weirdly ‘slurp’ his food or lap it up with his tongue. It is quite something to watch him eat. He has a ‘checkerboard’ hide which stands out like a sore thumb. He will be one of the most recognisable blacks in the Weyr for this reason. Unfortunately, he doesn’t much appreciate this recognition.

Adult Size: 18’


A voice then filled the minds of everyone in the area.

We interrupt this hatching for a special broadcast.


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 Posted: May 19 2017, 07:21 AM
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Now that the eggs had started cracking, there was a positive rainbow of dragonets on the Sands – green, black, brown, burgundy… they were just everywhere. Ruane watched them in perfect silence, mildly amused by the quirks of the purple and the green as they danced around one another. Off to the side, she caught a glimpse of a draconic muzzle sinking back into the sand, and it was watching that what got her, because somehow the burgundy managed to kick the black right into her legs without her seeing them until the last moment. Baby dragons were heavier than they looked; the black knocked her legs out from under her and she hit the ground hard.

Even so, she flipped herself upright, ignoring the dull throb in her tailbone where she’d hit the sand, and was just in time to find the burgundy… boxing her? Warily she backed away from him as he started to hop about, suspecting that this was going nowhere good. Right now she was too busy paying attention to speculate on why in the world this dragon picked such a weird way to attack, but the thoughts were definitely there. Was he quite all right? Certainly he wasn’t acting like any dragonet she’d ever seen… though that feat of balancing on his tail was pretty impressive, she supposed.

His hind feet caught her hard, low in the belly, and the dragon candidate was rather glad she was at the far end of his range and wearing armour, because he knocked her back several steps even so. Fight him? Had she heard right? I’m not gonna fight you, she all but snapped back at him. Go find someone to Impress or something. Now, she might have been all for breaking the rules, but she wasn’t going to fight a dragonet. That was just ridiculous. Given that, she was still extremely tempted to do it as the burgundy attempted to punch her again. This time she dodged tidily, springing backward. Her belly twinged as she did so, and Ruane made a mental note to take tally of her bruises after the Hatching was done. Shells, that dragonet kicked hard.

What was the protocol for being challenged to fight by a young dragon? Positive the answer was ‘don’t do it,’ (no matter how badly she wanted to hit him back at this point), Ruane glared at the hatchling, sinking into a slight fighting crouch as she began to circle wide, away from the little menace. Was he going to follow her, or give up and go find his flippin’ rider already?

She ignored the new voice in her head, because she was quite busy with the dragon in front of her.


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Morrigan didn't know who to "watch out" for. There were so many dragonets tumbling and rolling about the sands that it was hard not to... laugh? She wasn't though, Faranth forbid she wasn't. She had the back of her hand pressed against her mouth. She was behaving rather perfectly... almost. There was a burgundy that came to join them upon the sands, as well as a green and purple. The largest egg of the clutch had begun to crack, though the dragonet within remained concealed. The little black wandered up to the Stands shortly after the brown saw fit to stomp someone. How intriguing... Underneath her hand was the beginnings of a mischievous smirk.

Morrigan's gaze followed the brown, wondering whether or not he would prove to be a mediator for the rest of his clutchsiblings. He was a noble creature, to be sure. Seemingly her focus too had slipped elsewhere, because before she knew it Ruane was being bowled over. Thankfully the girl was next to her, and not in front of her, otherwise she would have gone down too. Instantly rising to action, Morrigan turned to face the other, watching her quickly spring to her feet. Her fellow candidate certainly was lithe; not that she didn't already know that. Morrigan watched in mild fascination as the Burgundy... challenged the woman? Quirking a brow sceptically, Morrigan winced as the Burgundy threw a punch. What in Faranth's name was this little bastard on about? Well now. Ruane stumbled back, but was still on her feet, and so Morrigan wasn't too concerned at this point. The young woman could hold her own, clearly. "Come on Ruane, give him a run for his marks," she encouraged, turning her head away to conceal her dark laughter. Oh, this was far too amusing.

She was distracted by the goings on of the Burgundy and her companion. The volatile green had come to impress, and so had the black (to a girl in the Stands). Morrigan, realizing she was no longer paying strict attention, raised her eyes to the clutch once more. The purple and the green were... playing? Curious, it seemed that way. There was still a dragonet, or something, that lay beneath the Sand. This was the second time another had been slashed at. How odd. Her curiosity was certainly piqued.

The voice that boomed into all of their heads had her hand back in front of her mouth as she snickered. What in Faranth's name was going on here? Was this ever a collection of weird and funny creatures. Whomever was a part of this weyrling-class would certainly be given a run for their marks, like good 'ole Ruane over here. Morrigan looked back to the girl to see how she was making out. "You taken him out yet?" she teased, emerald green eyes alight with laughter.

She wanted to know what the announcement was all about, given that the larger dragonet had yet to come out of his or her egg. Morrigan was willing to bet that the concealed dragonet was a King, what with the size of the egg and the boom of the creatures voice. Perhaps it was a bronze, or an iron. Hard to say really. Interesting show so far though. She hadn't had this much fun in a while.

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Dawson was a fine spectator in that he was quiet, and watchful. He didn't take any particular note of any of the dragonets so far. They seemed... dragon-like. The volatile nature of some of them didn't seem to bother him at all. In fact, it was almost as if the journeyman smith had expected such behaviour. It was moderately shocking, to some, to see such anger coming from a green. What was far more curious, however, was the cyan dragonet trying to get her way up to... Lueke? Dawson shifted his gaze to the young man, still hunched over in his Dawson-boulder position. Was the cyan meant to impress the boy? Unlikely, given how enraged she seemed. Lueke's response was even more curious, but Dawson didn't bother questioning him. The cyan was gently tossed back by the clutchmother, and all was well.

Rolling his shoulders, Dawson made an imperceptible sound before sitting up. Arms crossing over his chest the man leaned back in his seat, blue eyes again searching Lueke's face for any sort of revelation. Nothing, other than upset. While he couldn't have possibly known that the boy wanted to escape-to run-what Dawson did know was that no harm would come to the boy with him here. Dawson didn't allow people to get hurt, not if it could be helped. As silent as the man was he did take note of things, and he did care. It was difficult for him to convey, most oftentimes, what he felt. He didn't really do feelings, but either did the harper next to him. They made for good acquaintances what with their few similarities.

The burgundy down below was drawing a fair bit of attention as it tried to box a young woman. Dawson narrowed his eyes contemplatively, wondering at the purpose of the Burgundy's behaviour. Decidedly bored, or unable to derive an answer more like, Dawson looked to where the purple and green were at play. That was nice, siblings enjoying each other's company... sort of. The largest egg of the clutch had cracked, but whatever was within had chosen to remain inside a while longer. Certainly all eyes would be on whatever it was. Dawson waited, a well of patience at this point.

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Like many of the Candidates, Aglaktii too was an early riser. Unlike many of them, the recent abrupt shift of time zones and seasons had left her rising at an hour that many would consider unreasonable. Dragon lag, if you will. Rukbat was still only a suggestion below the horizon when she set foot outside, just barely light enough for her to keep an eye on Chinuk’s form darting through the shadows. He did not seem to mind the early hour, still desperate to learn every new smell of this particular place. Aglaktii, for her part, could not work up the same enthusiasm. The still-foreign feel of stone walls on every side had kept her out of doors more often than not for the last four days. When she was not preoccupied with the many chores and lessons expected of the Candidates, she had taken to performing a ritual that had, no doubt, drawn the confused attention of her peers. The plants that she had brought with her from the North could not survive on glowlight. With no windows afforded by the use of caverns for living spaces, she had had to devise for own method of feeding her precious medicines. One by one, she would carry them the whole distance from the barracks to the Bowl, sit with them as they soaked in the light, and then one by one carry them all back in reverse order. All would receive the same level of sunlight that way. She could only hope that it would be enough to keep them going for the meantime. She knew as well as any that it was a far cry from the life they had grown into at home.

Today would not be a day for sunning her plants however. Clouds were rolling in. Even Chinuk sought shelter with her beneath an overhang of the wall. Still, when she thought the moment was right she stood and made a formal greeting to the sun as it crested the lip of the world, or at least when she thought it might have. It was not easy to tell with the rain coming down so. To her lasting surprise, she was not the only one who greeted the sunlight. All across the Weyr, a thousand voices gave throat to a noise that was unmistakably ancient. The ancestors of her ancestors had known that sound and had passed the living memory of it down the generations. Aglaktii did not need to wait for Couineth’s broadcast to know what was happening.

A click of her tongue pulled Chinuk to her side as easily as if she had held a leash. She did not bound, or leap, or go careening through the halls. One would have been hard-pressed to find in her the usual excitement or trepidation that usually marked a Candidate on Hatching day, sometimes more noticeable even than their white robes. The look that Aglaktii bore spoke only one thing: determination. She had not left a continent and crossed a sea for nothing.

While others were still rubbing the sleep from their eyes, she was donning armor and robes. It took two reminders to get Chinuk to stop shadowing her footsteps.

“No. For once, you will be staying here,” she gently chided her only companion, ruffling his ears and briefly burying her nose in the soft fur between them. “Perhaps I will not come back alone. You must be ready for that, too.”

Still hearing her Icehowler’s whining behind the closed door of her room, Aglaktii made her way with the other Candidates to the Sands. It was in fact the first time she had seen them, or the eggs, or the golden mother who guarded them. She had arrived too late for the touching. People seemed to regard it as a bad omen, but no matter. She had been coached on the next part. Without any trace of fear, when it came her turn in line, Ti stepped forward into Couineth’s presence. She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders.

“Queen Couineth, Weyrwoman Rayna.” She bowed, an elegant maneuver despite the bulk of her armor. The next was said while staring resolutely at the sand. She tried to focus on keeping her voice clear, projecting easily enough that even some in the Stands might hear.

“I have traveled far to be among your kind. You are the source of many great stories among my people, to be with you is to be among legends. With your blessing I give myself freely to the consideration of your children. I thank you for your trust and the shining gift you have given to Pern.” Nearly a speech, among Candidates. No doubt it was earning her some looks from her cohorts. Get on with it, they’ll all be hatched! she thought they might say.

She took up her place among the girls, her head still resolutely bowed. Shards, but it was the hottest place she could possibly imagine. A man might never need to drive the frost from his body if he could come here. She was sweating uncomfortably beneath her robes, but for all that she kept the same look of steady determination. The goings-on with the hatchlings would be met with her own particular brand of stoicism. She had been responsible for so much as of late. For once, what happened next would be out of her hands. She steeled herself against the heat and the eyes of a thousand spectators, rooted herself as surely, and waited.


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