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 Posted: Nov 30 2016, 12:54 AM
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"Just stay here and watch the eggs. If any of them so much as twitches you must let me know." Frayya had been very specific with her instructions to the tan. Sixwith had even repeated them back to her so she really had no reason to doubt that everything would be fine for at least a candlemark. There were whers and handlers around as well, though they stuck to the stands and the entrance rather than the sands she was convinced that they would be able to tell if something was wrong. Staying drenched in sweat with her hair matted to her neck and forehead was only going to add to her foul mood - a mood she was doing her best to change. It had been a tiresome past few sevendays sleeping in the stands to ensure Sixwith didn’t up and abandon her clutch. Physically and mentally drained she just needed to do something to improve her mood. Surely she could spare a few moments for herself away from the hatching sands to bathe and change. Nothing bad would happen, right?

Wishing to elude the freezing night air she had made her way through the corridors that connected the hatching cavern to other areas of the Weyr until she was at her door. A few moments later found her easing into the hot waters of the bath she’d drawn and she felt a level of relaxation she had nearly forgotten existed. Soaking in the hot waters longer than she intended she was just finishing up, hair lathered and ready to be rinsed when suddenly she felt it. She wasn't entirely sure what exactly it was but something was off. Something was different. Immediately she worried about the eggs and Sixwith, Sixwith, is everything okay?

Yes. Though her tan felt calm Frayya could not shake the feeling that something was off. A quick lived mental war was fought with her green firelizard until finally a final mental push was given by Frayya. The lazy green relented and slowly crawled out of the small nest of clothes she was resting in. A quick trip between found Pest circling the Sands slowly all the while sending images to Frayya. The clutch sitting nice and neat. Sixwith near the entry to the sands... pushing in snow. The heat of the cavern and the sands themselves proved too much for the snow in short order, what had started as a large pile of snow quickly turned into a large puddle. Water soaked into the hot sands leaving them damp but not soaked as the heat worked to evaporate the liquid away completely. Despite seeing this the tan once more exited the sands and came back in with another small mound of snow being pushed in front of her, SIXWITH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Eyes shot open despite the risk of sweetsand getting into her eyes as she launched herself out of the bath and grabbed a towel to begin drying as quick as she could.

I thought if I tried hard enough I could move the snow. You know how I do with things now and then? But I am not very good at it, snow is strange.

I know what you are doing - WHY are you trying to put snow on the eggs?! You'll hurt the hatchlings! Pants were pulled on quickly - too quickly she realized as they tore along the left leg hem. Too late to stop she pulled them on the rest of the way while cursing as she finished dressing and threw her feet into her wherryhide boots. Grabbing the towel again she tore down the corridors as fast as she possibly could, Sixwith?!

The tan did not offer a response, though Pest showed Frayya that she was now nestled near the clutch. Frantic thoughts raced through her mind while she also tried to calm herself down. Nothing was wrong, nothing could be wrong because if it was then the handlers… As if on cue her thoughts were interrupted, Only 6 eggs. Ghost lady probably hurry.

Cold bit at the woman's exposed flesh as she sprinted across the Weyrbowl rather than taking the routes that would keep her indoors, hair clumping together and freezing as she went. Completely out of breath she reached the Sands and threw herself into the blistering warmth with wide eyes searching the sands and stands. The wher that had bespoken her was standing near the barrier of the stands and sands with her handler, the later of which waved to the panicked rider. “Vessk just told me one of the eggs has hatched! I didn’t even see it, haven’t seen the hatchling either. Your dragon was trying to bring snow in one minute and then the next she was laying there as if nothing had happened. Vessk can let everyone know if you’d like.”

Sixwith watched with interest as her rider counted the eggs, verifying that there were indeed only six intact eggs in the clutch. The smallest egg towards the front had left a small shower of purple shards on the sands but the dragonet was no where to be seen. Breaking into a jog she approached the handler, reminded along the way that she had not finished rinsing her hair; the heat was thawing out the frozen shards her hair had become and now both water and lather were running down the front and back of her shirt. Cursing under her breath she took a moment to compose herself, “Neither of you saw where the hatchling went?” Eyes flicked from the handler to the wher and back before she turned on her dragon, “Sixwith where is the baby?!”

She wanted to see the snow but she is so little and so very much alive, unlike me, so I told her I would bring her some instead of letting her go out into the cold. I thought you would like that, my Frayya. Calm and cool the tan looked at her rider, clearly Frayya was overreacting - and Sixwith was not going to answer the question head on.

"She?" Eyes widened as she looked over the clutch and then her tan, nestled so neatly in the hot sand. It was only then when she noticed a flutter of movement behind one of the tan’s wings. “You’re hiding a baby aren’t you!”

Did you want to fix your hair before they call the others? Pest intervened then and sent Frayya a most unflattering view of herself - she truly looked a mess. Fussing at the green to fetch a comb until she finally disappeared between Frayya took a deep breath and began to run the towel over her hair to help dry it, taking the comb from the firelizard when she returned with it. Running it quickly through her damp hair she finally nodded, “If you wouldn’t mind letting the Weyr know that Sixwith’s clutch is hatching I would appreciate it.”

Eggs hatching! Get here quick! Vessk announced to the entire Weyr on behalf of the tan who seemed rather smitten with whatever hatchling she had tucked behind her wing.


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It seemed…impossible to think this was the twentieth. The twentieth dragon hatching he’d attend. Or at least, he had to admit, the twentieth…clutch hatching, as Dalibor’s dragons seemed to have similar enough cycles that at times they hatched together. By that count, this was the seventeenth, one more than he was turns old. Or was it? Oosh frowned slightly, trying to remember the day’s date. Had he missed his turnday? With surprise, he noted he had. “Shells,” He muttered. “Hate to miss an opportunity to make everyone fawn over my bright and brilliant existence,” He said this aloud strictly for one person—or, well, one fire lizard’s—benefit, and sure enough, the little white companion on his shoulder immediately began chattering fussily at him, berating him for the complete lack of humility. He snickered, and imitated a contrite expression, though in truth he was completely ignoring her a bit to focus on finishing the salve he’d been set to make. He didn’t feel bad about it. Or, well, too bad. Having never been a terribly humble fellow, he’d heard Best’s lecture enough times that he could imitate the whole thing in his sleep, chattering whistles, squeaks and disgruntled hums matched to her pitch in perfect unison.

But doing so while she was paying attention would certainly make her rage, and he had enough tooth and talon marks in his ears as it was. Best was as sweet as sweet could be, but she was…fierce, Oshumer decided with a grin. A ferocious little mother, his best friend, and the better part of his wayward conscience. He dipped his fingers in the finished salve, perfumed with the rinds from kitchen fruits, brought up from the South to keep away scurvy in these cold months, and slathered some of it over Best, mid-lecture. She squeaked in surprise, but her eyes soon filtered to happy blue, cooing with thanks as he rubbed it into her hide.

It was a wher that called, when the time came, and that just made the teenage apprentice grin even more broadly. “Man, I love tans.” He announced to no one in particular. They had the best hatchings. With a twinge, he remembered another color, and his grin faltered for a second, glancing as he reached the bowl at what still remained of Waroth’s exit. Best trilled. Oosh shrugged, strolling leisurely into the healer tent.

“…why’s the sand wet?”

Best sighed.

Oosh snickered.

Right.

Tan hatching.

“Nevermind.”

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“Uppp! Get up! Up and at ‘em!” Jemi, unusually frantic, began tugging at his twin, who had been snoring up a storm. “Hurry up didn’t you hear that?”

Kolbi groaned, peering through his hair at his twin in annoyance, “Hear what?”

“The wher!”

“Whyssa wher callin’, we under attack?” This had Kolbi awake, fully, eyes sharpening and reaching for the belt knife he kept by his boots while he slept. Anticipating the movement, Jemi’s hands blocked him.

“No it’s—”

“—hatching?” Kolbi finished for him, and Jemi nodded. In sync. They reached for the white robes, shrugging them on over armor and lacing up their boots, chattering away as they did.

“It’s Sixwith.” Kolbi murmured.

“She doesn’t think the clutch is hers—“

“—so dunno if we should greet her—”

“—like we usually do, maybe we should—”

“—just thank her for watching them?” Jemi nodded tightly in agreement, lips flat in a worried line. Kolbi noticed it, his own expression turning uneasy and serious for a moment before he grinned, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “Hey look, dragons are smart. They ain’t gonna separate us.”

“They might not pick us at all.” Jemi pointed out, annoyed he’d been caught.

Kolbi shrugged. “Who cares. We’re young, got plenty of time t’figure a backup plan, and the Weyr’s feedin’ us regular in the meantime. Chores’re easier than they were in the cothold, anyway.”

“Think we’ll ever go back?”

Kolbi scowled, “I’m not.”

That meant, Jemi figured, he wasn’t either. Well. That was okay.

They arrived at the sands, bowing in perfect, mirrored harmony.

“Hiya Sixy—”

“—can we call you Sixy?”

“Nah, it’s probably rude,” Jemi grinned, mask of breezy, micheivious confidence back in place as his eyes darted to the drying Frayya. Sixwith probably wouldn’t mind, but she had that stiff-backed way of standin’ that made him pretty sure she would.

“Don’t wanna be rude.”

“Any more’n’usual, anyway.”

“Your ghostly radiance—”
“—is as lovely as ever.”

“Thanks for keepin’ an eye out!”

“Yeah!”

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“No—ow—I’m not—ow, Bee cut it out I’ve got work to do!” Fed up with the little yellow, Kyr’s hands left the dough to swat at the pretty yellow in deep annoyance. Her talons were still tangled in his hair from where she had been tugging, so this ended up giving his scalp quite a yank, but he got her untangled and frowned at her once she was caught in his flour-dusted hand, drooping contritely over his fingers.

He’d seen her sad canine-eyes and heard that warbly trill a thousand times, but it still made him sigh. “Cut that out. You can between, daft little beastie. Or did you forget again?”

She cheeped in surprise and suddenly was gone from his hand, reappearing by his shoulder.
Kyrovin sighed.

That was a yes, then.


“I need to finish the bread, you goof.” If he remembered rightly, the rider of this one was quite pretty. He’d have to take her something to settle her stomach, make a good impression. The thought made him chuckle—most folks there would be trying to make an Impression of a different sort. But all that high-falutin’ hero stuff wasn’t really his style. That was more the sort of stuff for his siblings. “Maybe Maevan’ll get one this time, yeah?” He asked Bee, who whistled her excitement. The reminder of his little sister hurried his hands. He’d missed D’tein’s Impression, he wasn’t going to miss another.
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Silkie was more prepared this time, even if she hadn't expected the wher to announce the eggs. Didn't the mother dragon usually do that? It hardly matter in the end, she supposed. She pulled on the armor and robe and headed out to the sands. She wanted to be excited and part of her really was, but most of her was just tense. Last time Rhasa had gotten hurt and there had only been three eggs to worry about. This time there were more than twice that. And she had to remind herself that she wasn't allowed to run to the boy's side and cause a scene that might confuse the baby dragons. Silkie glowered darkly at that. She still didn't think she'd been wrong. That baby dragon had hardly been confused, more like evil.

Still, they had let her stay, much to her surprise, so she was going to try this again. Not all the babies would attack and maybe none of them. She just had to stay calm. Silkie arrived fairly early and eyed the wet sand with a frown. She glanced up at Sixwith, still frowning. Was that normal? One of the eggs even looked like it had hatched already, but she couldn't see a baby. Was it hiding or had it gone between? There was no way to really tell, though no one looked upset so maybe it was fine.

Silkie gave Sixwith a neat bow, never taking her warry eyes off the dragon. Most tans were nice, if a little odd, so she'd been told. But that didn't mean she trusted being this close to a dragon she didn't know. She didn't fancy this one deciding she looked like lunch, no matter what the weyrfolk said. Fingering her robe, Silkie tried to hide her nerves as she watched to see if Rhasa was coming too. She didn't want to show any weakness. In her experience, that usually got you killed and she had grown rather fond of living.
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It had been a couple of turns since she had come to the Weyr in hopes of Impressing a Dragon, or failing that then a wher though that also wasn’t exactly something guaranteed to happen within a good span of time. Of course she wasn’t a Dual Candidate at this point in time, there hadn’t been a good time for her to figure out how to go about applying to become one since her fourteenth turn anniversary and now especially with a Dragon clutch on the sands. Though the mother of the clutch was a rather odd one, fairly normal for Tan standards as far as Kiveena heard from other people around the Weyr and not form personal experience but a clutch as a clutch and meant hopefully healthy Dragonets.

It was a cold night when the Hatching was announced though it was an unusual method, with the announcement coming from what could very well be a wher instead of the Tan herself though Kiveena responded all the same getting her robe and armour on. After leaving her quarters in the Candidate Barracks she only stopped during the trek from the barracks to the sands to listen to the Candidatemaster for any last instructions that wasn’t covered earlier. Once she got onto the sands she walked as close to the Tan as she dared trying to keep a respectful distance from the clutch. “Thank you Tan Sixwith for allowing me to stand for your wonderful clutch,” said Kiveena bowing before retreating to the female end of the group that was forming for the Hatching on the sands.


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They must look so silly bowing at the air and eggs like that. Sixwith mused to Frayya seeming quite amused by the whole thing. Candidates were met with a blank stare from the ethereal tan as they filed out to take their places on the scorching sands. Though the observant ones would note the first egg had hatched the hatchling remained tucked away behind Sixwith's wing with only the faintest silhouette visible through the opaque wing leather. Frayya remained planted firmly in place near the edge of the sands near the barrier watching the Candidates intently while her fingers reached down to feel the torn seam on her left thigh. If that was the worst thing to happen this hatching then she counted herself lucky. A scowl followed after two of the boys until they had settled into the neat line and quieted down; despite some of the Candidates being a tad too informal for her tastes (Sixwith didn't mind since as far as she was concerned no one could see her) things were going smoothly.

Sixwith shifted as she felt one of the eggs twitch against her tail and Frayya took a deep breath, eyes snapping back to focus on the clutch. At first she was only aware of the movement because of her dragon but soon the movements were far more apparent. Twitching and rocking gently as the life inside the brilliantly colored green egg tried to break free of the shell. Not to be out done the blue egg on the opposite end of the clutch began to move - there was no subtle build up for this egg, only immediate action. The two eggs seemed locked in a race to see who would hatch first and as the shells cracked at the same time it all ended in a tie with both hatchlings bursting forth at the same time. As if they had practiced it ahead of time both babies began to preen and pick off bits of egg and goo from their small forms until the larger of the two broke from their synchronization to wobble on unsteady legs onto the sands towards the Candidates.

Not to be out done the other hatchling rushed after him, tripping on her own feet and planting into the sands with a wail of displeasure. It wasn't fair that he was done first, she wanted to be done first and he knew that! Flicking his tail in his clutch sister's direction he headed first for the line of boys. With more practice his movements shifted from being disjointed and unsteady to more fluid like; fitting as his hide seemed to be bathed in the deep color of a nice Benden red. Uniform in color there were only a few places along his form that the color was interrupted by a slightly brighter hue in soft patterns. The pastel hide of his sister was also marked with intricate patterns - there was no real rhyme or reason to them but there they were. Back on her feet the pink hurried after her brother once more, had he found who he was looking for? The pair paused in front of the pair of boys, siblings like they were, but with a shake of his head the burgundy continued on. No, he knew where his was he just thought it would be nice to try and help her find hers.

An image filled the pink's mind and rather than being pleased with her brother's choice she seemed cross. Who did he think he was already picking his out? She was supposed to be first! Still there were so many people there, maybe it wasn't best to choose right away. Leaving the line of boys behind he also left his sister as well - if she wanted to waste time thinking things over that was fine for her but he was determined to be the first to find his. Marching down the line of girls he stopped in front of Kiveena and bumped his head into her leg lightly.

Koloth. Rainbow hues worked through the many facets of the hatchlings eyes as he gazed up at the girl with a succinct introduction given. Images of the food buckets were offered to the girl in lieu of words as he let her know their next destination - he didn't want one of his other siblings to get there first!

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Personality: There is little in life that Koloth is not immediately interested in doing and it will take someone patient to deal with his constant call to action. What is the point in sitting around doing nothing? Sleep is needed but boring when one considers all the other things they could be doing! While not prone to being easily distracted, it is not exactly hard for Koloth's attention to waver if something more interesting presents itself. It is likely that Koloth will want to try everything right away. Flying? Yes! Let's do that! Betweening? This will be a breeze! There is little that Koloth will not feel ready to take on and his rider will need to temper his foolish bravery to keep him from hurting himself.

Koloth's biggest flaw, depending on how you look at things, is that he is not overly fond of talking. Yes he is eager to do and see everything Pern has to offer - but his insistence is unlikely to be presented vocally. Oh he can speak just as well as his siblings; in fact when he chooses to speak he will prove he is quite a skilled linguist even from an early age, though his speech patterns are more like an auctioneer at an auction than true conversational tones. Emotions run deep in this dragon and he is not shy about sharing them with his bonded. Excellent at visualizing and relaying thing through images he will rely heavily on this skill when communicating with others outside of his bonded - and even still with his own rider as images and emotions relay quicker than talking; it makes perfect sense to him to rely on them as a means of communication. Unfortunately he tends to shift through images so quickly that he ends up repeating himself a few times for the sake of whomever he is ‘speaking’ to. When others insist on trying to make him talk he can become quite moody so while it may be easier to let him do his own thing with enough persuasion he may come to learn to balance between his preferred method and one that is more conventional. Overall it can lead to some very awkward 'conversations' when it comes to Koloth and others - he has no tact when it comes to showing others what he thinks they should see in order to communicate his desires; sometimes his take on things can be quite unflattering.

Physical Description: From hatching on Koloth is likely to fall on the larger side of average though he will carry most of his size in his height and length rather than his bulk. Slender but far from feminine he is pleasing to the eye to look at without being too terribly awkward or bony in appearance. Like his siblings Koloth's hide is on the whole one shade with a few select areas a hue brighter where patterns emerge. Swirls of the brighter pattern play across his hide around his left eye, chest, his right flank, and midway down his tail. Close inspection will show that he shares the pattern on his tail with all his siblings, though the pattern on his chest matched only by a similar one on Kalelth.


While her brother was busy finding his the first hatchling emerged from behind her mother's wing. Pale sage markings were draped across her hide similar to those on her siblings, though the difference was more apparent thanks to the soft green that made up the rest of her form. Approaching the pink she canted her head to the left, did she think that maybe those two would like hers? Settling next to her clutch sibling she stared at two of the boys before looking to the girls. There was no real rush as far as she was concerned, first she wanted to get to know everyone so she and hers could have lots of friends! Though the pink looked rather bored by the green she didn't rush off just yet, if only because she looked slightly confused as if she had forgotten what it was she was doing.

"So far so good..." Frayya murmured as she watched the first Impression and then the other two hatchlings settle on the sands. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't turn out to be a huge disaster. Maybe.


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Silkie watched the eggs warily, still wondering where the missing hatchling was. For a while it was hard to tell which egg would hatching first and then they both split at the same time. Silkie's eyes widened and she tensed a little. It was hard to tell how these hatchlings would act at first.

But she relaxed as the hatchlings began to move about. They all seemed fairly calm and mostly curious. No sign of violence or attacking. Silkie even managed a little smile as the burgundy one chose one of the girls. They really were amazing up close. She wondered if she would ever get to feel what it was like to know one so personally. She still wasn't any of them would accept her with her background, but she dared to hope.

Her eyes drifted to the other two hatchlings and eggs. So far the green and pink seemed in no rush to chose someone. She wondered what went through their minds when they hatched. It wasn't like she could remember being born. Did they worry about finding the right person? Or were they confident and excited? Perhaps it depended on the dragon. They all seemed to have very different personalities. Hopefully there was a matching personality among the people here. She had heard what might happen if a hatchling couldn't find someone to Impress. It was a terrible thought.
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Kyzekeidon was on his own, for the first part of the Hatching. He joined the others running for the Sands as soon as Vresk's voice resonated into the heads of those in the Weyr. His robes were pulled on, but he kept his boots on until he got to the Hatching Sands.

Z'dyn was there to greet his son, along with Io'tez. The pair of dragonriders waited up in the stands, as Ky shed his boots and traded them out for his sandals. He approached the line with the boys, and took his place among the group after the quiet introduction to Sixwith.

"Clutchm--" Guardian, hatchling. "ClutchGUARDIAN Sixwith, it is an honor to be present to Stand for this clutch you...totally found, and have been awesome about keeping an eye on. You know, because they uh...can't exactly watch themselves...and all."

Ky bowed, before taking his place in line and looking up at Baihujinth with that 'what the shells' look, the only answer being a small wink from the Iron.

J'tar was perched not in the front row, but on the ledge against Uviqueth, who watched his sired clutch with a mild curiosity. He enjoyed Hatchlings immensely, and the Burgundy who hatched out and Impressed to one of the girls earned a soft croon from the humming Blue. J'tar patted his drake's foreleg gently, rested back against Uvi's keel.


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It was a challenge, playing sands-mother for a dragon who didn't believe she'd mothered the clutch. Laanasuth had largely kept her distance for this one, coming and going more freely than she had for other new mothers. If Sixwith had figured out that the copper was watching out for the health of the eggs, she might have gotten it in her head that Laanasuth could watch the eggs and she could leave. That simply couldn't happen. Jali and Laanasuth both had too much to do, too much to coordinate, even with winter's usual slowdown upon them.

But of course the eggs would go ahead and hatch while they weren't there. Depositing Jali by the door, Laanasuth settled at the edge of the sands, coiling her long tail around her like a feline. Well done, in keeping her inside.

Making her way into the stands, Jali sat down, looking immediately for her weyrmate and now-spouse. Which was still a novel thing. But a rather nice novel thing.

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Kennebam wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't a wher calling him to a dragon's hatching.

Of course, it was a tan, and tans could be... well... a little daft. He'd heard that this particular one was convinced that she was dead. That was kind of hilarious. Kennebam scrambled to swap his normal clothes for the robe and armor that was standard Dalibor hatching wear. Beelining out of his room, he nearly bumped into Tristallon, backed a step, then grinned and spun the other lad about by his shoulders like a game of blind-man's buff, his rainbow septet of firelizards swirling around them.

Mischief complete, he tore off to the Hatching Grounds, arriving in plenty of time to make his bow to Sixwith. "It's an honor, it truly is," he announced cheerfully. "Thanks for everything you've done."

Tristallon stood where he'd been left, hands cradling his temples as candidates ran around him. It sunk in, slowly, that if he kept standing there, trying to sort out what was real and what wasn't, he was going to be late. And no one liked late candidates. Muttering and shaking his head, he bolted for the Hatching Grounds, arriving at the tail end of the small pack of Dalibor's current candidates. Bowing, he murmured something slightly flustered but grateful-sounding, and fell into place with the other boys, returning to cradling his head in his hands. Hatchings were splendid, they really were, but not when you had firelizard-chatter-induced headaches.

Seriously. Did everyone have one of the little skyrats?


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Kiveena was somewhat nervous whenever there was a Hatching, though that was hardly surprising for a Candidate considering all the things that could go wrong during a Hatching as well as the possibility that she wouldn’t Impress a Dragon at all before she turned 21 turns old or got mauled out. Though one of the eggs had hatched before the first of the Candidates had even managed to get onto the sands it didn’t seem like the Dragonet cared for showing herself for the moment. Two of the unknown Dragonet’s siblings were more than happy to oblige the Candidates that had assembled in hopes of Impressing one of them though, with two on opposite ends of the clutch hatching at the same time.

It seemed like the female of the two Dragonets that could be seen by the Candidates took at least some offense to her brother finishing cleaning himself first though she tripped before she could much of anything to her Burgundy brother. The Burgundy seemed to be more than willing to get down to the business of finding the person that he would Impress to rather than hiding or complaining about how fast he had gotten ready like his unknown sibling and Pink sister respectively.

Koloth. Kiveena was rather surprised about the Burgundy’s, her Koloth’s, rather short and to the point introduction evidently not one to for small talk, or much talk at all. The images that she got from him was pretty easy to grasp, especially with her being used to firelizards and much more recently a pillie. Kiveena and Koloth didn’t linger long on the sands making a straight line towards the feeding station set up for the Hatching with the Burgundy showing the same get straight to it attitude as he did in Impressing.

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Maevan was almost asleep when the call from a...wher?...awoke her. "The eggs!" she cried out, rushing about the room getting dressed and out the door in almost record time. Perhaps this was the day, or night, rather, that she joined the ranks of Weyrlings and started to catch up to her twin, D'tein. The teen was still adjusting to him having a different schedule to hers for the last several months, and not always being able, or allowed, to spend time with him like they used to all their lives. It was rough, but she was confident that her dragon wouldn't wait much longer to arrive and let her join him again. Believing anything else was...unthinkable. Literally.

Arriving at the Sands (and why was it wet right by the door? The snow drifts didn't extend that far into there, did they?), Maevan made the requisite bow to the Clutchmother. "Thank you for letting us Stand for the eggs you watched over, Sixwith," she addressed the Tan, having been forewarned by her brother about how the dragon seemed to see herself in relation to her eggs. Strange, but then again, Tan, so....

She had to admit as she settled in by her roomie Silkie, Estivath had been good for her brother, helping him with chasing down the mysteries that surrounded this Weyr. Perhaps her bonded-to-be would also like to join in the fun as well. Seeing her brothers up in the Stands. she waved at D'tein and Kyrovin before concentrating on the hatchlings before her. So far a Green, Burgundy, and Pink had arrived into the world. They were so pretty, she thought to herself.

But were any of them hers?

Meanwhile, G'len sat in his usual spot to watch over the Hatching, to see what hatched out, and who was among the chosen. Unless he was replaced sometime in the next turn and a half, he'd have to assign them to the Wings that best suited their temperaments and skills. Best to start that assessment now, and see how they progressed through their training.

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All of this was rather tiresome - so much work when they were not even her hatchlings. She had been thanked of course (or at least the others seemed to think they were thanking her, how silly to take the risk of talking to thin air if she had already left) but now she wanted to do something else. All the eyes were on the pink and green hatchlings, but if she could pull this off then perhaps everyone would agree she was the best at haunting. Ever so gently she opened her maw and picked up the green and blue elongated egg. Ohhh as soon as they saw the egg floating around in the air they were sure to be impressed and frightened! Hopefully not too frightened, she didn’t want everyone to run away and leave the hatchlings to fend for themselves. OoOoOoOohhhhh… Head slowly shifted back and forth in the air as she made the egg float about, this was so much fun!

Sixwith put the egg down right now, you’re going to hurt it!

Looking rather deflated the tan slowly and gently placed the egg back on the hot sands, away from the others. No sooner had she moved her maw away from the shell did it begin to twitch. Slowly cracks spider webbed across the shell’s surface until finally the dragonet inside burst free, little wings stretching outward as far as they could. Slick and wet from life within the egg they dripped with bits of egg clinging to his violet hide. Kicking free of the remaining shell he made his way towards his clutch sisters until he had pushed between them. This was a nice spot and all but why were they just sitting there? His arrival seemed to be just what the pink needed to snap her out of her momentary stupor. Oh! That’s what she was doing! Flicking her tail at her brother’s maw she took off towards the girls, I meant to find you first before Koloth found his, but then I got to wondering why it is that my mother is a ghost but we are not. That’s strange isn’t it? She told us all ghost stories when we were in our eggs. Do you think I can be a ghost too? Oh Maevan you must meet my sister over there - ohbutwait, I’m hungry. Do you think maybe I can get some food? When do you think we can fly?? Rainbows lit up the many facets of her eyes as she gazed up at the girl expectantly.

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Personality: If you've ever met someone who seems to have a hand in twenty different things at once then you likely have a decent grasp on Kalelth's mindset. Quite the impatient one she is always ready to take on the next thing - even if she hasn't finished the first thing yet. Eager and energetic she can be quite trying for those around her, particularly Koloth; she has an odd fondness for her burgundy clutchbrother that may or may not be truly reciprocated. She thinks she should be the first to do most everything and is not particularly quiet about it either. Patience is something Kalelth needs to work on even if she does not see the merit in it.

While Kalelth will be particularly adept when it comes to recalling details there is a catch - she only seems to recall things she deems worth remembering. When one has a distractedly short attention span it takes something truly special to make it stick. Names are typically among the first to go in one ear and out the other. Fortunately she does not have to put much effort in recalling things that she has seen and as such her bonded will never have to fear they will be lost in the nothingness of between, unless of course they muck it up somehow.

Kalelth is prone to stopping mid-sentence for no real reason what-so-ever in order to pursue another conversation or something else entirely. Likewise she is known for beginning a conversation in the middle, the first half occurring in her own mind before she decides to let others in on it. Kalelth adores friendly competition and will likely be the instigator throughout Weyrlinghood (and beyond) when it comes to trying to be first in everything. If only she could focus 100% and see everything she starts through she might actually live up to the lofty goals she sets for herself. As it stands she will meet some of her goals but many will be forgotten when the next thing comes along that she takes interest in. Overall she is the most likely of the clutch to drive everyone a tad bonkers but at least she means well.

Appearance: Not quite pastel but definitely not blindingly bright either, Kalelth’s hide falls somewhere in between. Similarly to her clutch siblings her hide is one solid color with few exceptions - those being markings around her right eye, chest, left side, and her left flank. Oddly enough the marking around her eye seems to match markings found on all the dragons from her clutch, where the marking on her chest is only matched by one on her burgundy brother Koloth. Sleek and muscular Kalelth will be able to perform a number of impressive aerial aerobatics once she is airborn, making up for her smaller stature by being big and bold in other ways.


Watching his sister choose hers caused the newest hatchling to snort and look at his yet-to-Impress sibling. Well now, that was rather abrupt wasn’t it? Didn’t even stay to spend time with them. You two seem fun., he offered to Jemi and Kolbi as he looked over the line of boys. There were no rainbows though as he was just socializing. Soon he was up and moving around so he could get a better look at all the Candidates as well as the people in the stands - as much as he could see with the barrier in the way. Even though they were far away he still felt it was rude to not acknowledge those there to watch, Hello!

It was Frayya, not Sixwith, who fixed a rather pointed look on the young dragon and pointed to the Candidates. Spying her stern gaze he wilted slightly before rounding back on the boys. Walking past a number of them he finally stopped in front of the one he had known to be His the whole time, K'bam do you think my mother’s rider ever has any… you know, fun? She just seems so serious. Not you though, I can tell you like to do fun things! Will you show me all of them? Food first though, your Basenth is hungry.

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Personality: The only real remarkable thing about Basenth won’t be immediately evident - in fact it will take this blue a turn or two to really come into his own. Friendly to a fault he has no qualms with talking to others - be they dragons, whers, or even other humans that aren’t His. It doesn’t really strike him as being odd to do so even though he’s aware most other dragons don’t do it. Thankfully for those around him Basenth is not a real chatterbox and if he feels he is making someone uncomfortable he will ease back, it is no fun to be a nuisance. He is impeccable at reading others and in turn will be great when it comes to Searching… if one can ground him long enough to get him focused on that.

Basenth has a passion and it is not being a Search dragon. While that is certainly an important duty it isn’t what he loves doing. Once Basenth learns to fly he will quickly show everyone else that although he may be a tad pudgier than his siblings in the middle he knows how to get around the sky. Fast flying, hairpin turns, and other aerial feats of strength are his true calling as far as he is concerned. It will be up to His to ensure that Basenth does not let his passion for flight push him into doing things too hard or too soon. If it were up to him he would fly Thread with other Weyrs just to show them how it is properly done - thankfully it isn’t up to him; though he will likely make the suggestion fairly frequently to His.

Appearance: At first glance Basenth is likely to be mistaken for a purple dragon rather than a blue. As an adult it will be more apparent thanks to his size; never quite making it to as large as some other blues but at least not being counted among the smallest either. The violet shade that colors his hide is darker around his left eye, his neck, most of his right side, and a small area on his tail where his markings are. Though they are hard to follow they are at least pleasing to the eye and one of his favorite things to ask of his rider will be tracing the patterns during baths and oiling sessions.


Wasn’t this just great? Left alone again and she still didn’t know the who’s who of those gathered! Maybe she should recruit some help? Craning her head around she looked at her tan mother only to quickly realize she wouldn’t be much help at all. While her son had been busy Impressing Sixwith had decided it was as good a time as any to ‘float’ (read: walk slowly with a bounce in her step) along the outer edge of the sands. Frayya was beside herself with her face mostly hidden behind one hand wondering what she had done to deserve this. Taking matters into her own claws the green marched back over to the clutch, put her right foot in the middle of the squat brown egg that looked more like a dirt clod than anything else and pushed. At first nothing happened at all - maybe it really was just some dirt? Then the shell began to crack and in short order it crumbled away to leave a vivid verdant hatchling in its wake. There! Now she had someone to help her. She couldn’t help Hers with making more friends if she didn’t stick it out and get a feel for everyone. Unfortunately the other hatchling had different plans, snapping at the green right away with a rather grouchy glance towards their mother. What. The. Shards. Where had that that word come from? The green looked rather affronted for a moment before turning her head and settling back on her haunches. A lot of help that one would be.


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Silkie watched Sixwith pick up the egg with her mouth open in shock. That was definately new. What was the mother playing at? Was she going to eat it?! Then again, she was being fairly gently with, but Silkie was still relieved when she put it down. Dragons were weird. Why did she want one again?

She was distracted from watching the purple colored dragon hatch as the pink one came over. She tensed a little, but relaxed when it didn't seem to mean them any harm. For a second she almost wondered if the little dragon was coming for her, but it clearly had someone else in mind. Silkie managed a polite smile for Maeven. "She's lovely," she offered stiffly. She knew she wasn't the greatest person to get along with, but Maeven had always been nice. She deserved a nice dragon and had been wanting one even more since her twin Impressed. Silkie watched Maeven go and turned back in time to see the purplish blue dragon pick one of the boys.

So far everything was going fairly smoothly. Silkie looked back at the eggs, watching the green one help another egg hatch. At least it looked like she was trying to help. Apparently the other hatchling didn't agree. Silkie frowned, eyeing the new hatchling warily. It certainly seemed cranky, but then again it had just been rudely awakened. Probably would make anyone cranky.

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Hatchings were supposed to be joyous occasions. That was fine, because she was happy. Really. It was always a good thing when the Weyr got new dragonets! She just couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that welled up inside her when she entered the sands. Tiroshel tried to build some excitement by reminding herself that she may impress to no avail. Her mind kept wandering toward the numerous hatchings she'd already stood for. If none of those dragonets chose her, what were the chances that one of these ones would?

She really was happy for Dalibor and Sixwith. It was just a little difficult to keep a genuine smile on her face. "Congratulations on a clutch well tended, Sixwith," she said as she bowed. Just because the whole thing felt a little hollow didn't mean she could forget procedure. As soon as the greeting was out of the way, she joined the other female candidates and silently watched the first dragonets hatch and impress. It was difficult to smile. Being good for the Weyr didn't stop the hatching from feeling kind of empty and she couldn't completely forget the glaring absences in the stands. Never would, probably. She forced herself to smile anyway.

On the boy's side of the sands, someone else was having no such problems. So what if this was the third hatching he had attended? Trader wasn't going to let that get him down! After all, he was young enough that he still had plenty of time to stand. The other two clutches were only about ten eggs when combined anyway. This hatching alone would double his chances! At least, that was how he liked to think about it. The candidate gently rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as the first eggs broke open. "How sweet," he whispered. They weren't supposed to talk during hatchings, but he could talk to himself a bit, right? He felt like he would explode if he stayed completely still and silent! There was just too much excitement for him not to burn off his energy somehow.

Like Trader, another candidate had a lot of energy buzzing beneath his skin, and like Tiroshel, not all of his thoughts were positive. The decision to stand hadn't been an easy one for Rhasa. Since getting mauled at Sutiexth's hatching, some of his earlier doubts had come rushing back. His legs were mostly healed, but he couldn't help feeling hyper aware of the way the scar tissue stretched and strained as he entered the sands and bowed to Sixwith. If the clutchmother had been anyone but Sutiexth, he might have dropped candidacy immediately after the mauling. Not hating dragons anymore wasn't the same thing as knowing he wanted to risk life and limb on the sands for a shot at one. But that viridian was one of her hatchlings. He couldn't drop candidacy because of it and risk upsetting Dolly more than his mauling had already.

He forced himself to hide his wariness for the sake of numerous people, the last of which was his own. There was, however, one little sign of rebellion in his actions. Rather than joining the other male candidates, he took a place beside Silkie. Let people complain about him breaking tradition to stand with his sister. It was better than one of them rushing across the sands again if something happened. Rhasa had remained silent throughout the hatching so far, but when a brown egg hatched with some help from it's green sister, he frowned and grumbled, "is that a green, or a viridian?" The Weyr would be happier with a viridan, sub-kings as they were. That didn't stop him from hoping it was green as his mind wandered to another viridian hatchling.

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It was Lizzie's humming that woke Journeyman Aiechu up. The low, deep hatching hum she somehow managed even while she was asleep. After a moment or two, a green voice filtered into his mind, and he sighed mightily and yanked the pillow back over his ears.

Why did hatchings always happen in the middle of the sleeping hours?

Chu spent one long moment debating skipping it all together and continuing to sleep. But…he thought of Ish, and Wil, and Nic...with a deep, bone-weary sigh, he rolled to his feet. His friends would probably be there, what with them all having dragons now and all, and Xel of course would need to craft a song for the Hatchfeast--which will take him all of thirty seconds--do he'd probably be there too.

"C'mon, Lizzie," He grumbled to the pink fire lizard, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to be presentable. One swirling eye stared at him, and she promptly dived for the warm spot he had just been occupying, wriggling herself under the covers with a happy coo. Aiechu looked offended. "Traitor!" He decried with a huff.

She ignored him.

Muttering to himself about ungrateful brats, he stalked his way to the hatching grounds. He was late, but, he also wasn't a candidate so who was going to mind, really? He could always claim he was talking to a frightened little. Most of his duties were in the creche, and who would doubt a Harper's word? There was already a pair near the feeding buckets. A tall girl with dark hair and grey-blue eyes and a deep, wine-colored burgundy. "Hard to imagine a time before them, isn't it?" He asked to no one in particular, whomever was sitting nearby. In short order a pink and a…purple? Perhaps? Impressed their choices. There was a green still looking, though she seemed more interested in the other eggs than the candidates, and Aiechu blinked in lazy surprise as she pressed her little talons to one of them. Well, that was one way, he supposed.

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"Ah--" Kyr stretched to his toes, in an unusual display of emotion as the pink dragonet's eyes swirled into rainbows. Flutterbeebuttermilk trilled, was he okay? He slid back to his seat, troubled smile twisting his lips. Shells. His baby sister. It was fine in an idea form but the reality…"Shells." He muttered, but grinned despite himself, bringing his fingers to his lips and releasing the raucous, ear-splitting whistle he sometimes used to get the burdenbeasts moving in their caravan. He didn't like the idea that she'd be in danger, but if all the harper tales were to believed, at least she'd never be alone, the pink would be with her. Uneasily, he thought of rumors that had spread of another pinkrider…Bee bit his ear, and he shook his head abruptly. Maevan was stronger than that. "Good on ya, little sis."
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After being reminded again that she was responsible for the hatchlings until they Impressed and became someone else's problem Sixwith settled back down next to the clutch and the two little ones there. Nudging the green she gave a gentle croon and a nudge to her daughter, oblivious to the fact the more brightly hued hatchling had latched on to one of her forelimbs with its claws and teeth. Small as it was it could not pierce her hide - not that it mattered if it did since ghosts don't feel pain and they certainly do not bleed. Brows furrowed as Frayya watched the newest hatchling's antics and worried what it might do to the Candidates. After a moment it seemed content, its little tantrum over and overall it seemed far more composed. Maybe if the green had not pushed its egg into hatching sooner rather than later it would have been more friendly from the get go, it was really hard to say. Leaving behind the dull dirt colored shell fragments that had previously hidden it from the world the chartreuse hatchling wandered across the sands towards the stands.

Stepping forward Frayya watched it closely to see if she needed to ask a wher to join it in climbing the stands for its intended but in no time at all the hatchling had turned back towards the Candidates. Brushing past the line of boys waiting intently to see if it might be their dragon it seemed far more interested in the females - at least at first. Each one was looked over. Tiroshel was given a second glance before it moved on to the next one. One by one they were judged and one by one they were found wanting. As it made its way towards the boys there was a slight commotion from the remaining eggs as the solid gray one nestled in the middle - which Frayya had secretly thought might be a rock this whole time - began to rock back and forth rather violently. Far more animated than the ones before it had been it twitched to and fro rapidly until the egg burst apart completely.

Looking rather cross that the attention had been drawn away the dragon reached out and ran its claws across the armored legs of the nearest Candidate - which happened to be Tristallon. There was no true malice in the action really, more of a 'look at me I'm right here and way more interesting' type of prod. As soon as the attention was back on it the dragon moved along to the next person, and the next. This was all rather boring wasn't it? Where was the fun and excitement? Where was the challenge? None of them could... wait. Mid-step the hatchling paused and his head craned to look back towards the stands. No, not in the stands that was too far away. The little green gave a croon of approval - she had already done some looking and she knew who it was the other hatchling was thinking of. While the freshest hatchling worked at cleaning himself up a bit to look more presentable the viridian was making his way towards those on the edge of the sands who were available to help if needed.

A bit daft of you to be all the way over here when I was all the way over there. You weren't even getting any food ready for me, can't you tell I'm hungry? Looking up at Oshumer the tell tale rainbow hues filtered over his eyes for a moment, the teen no doubt feeling the hunger pains he was referring to. It's nice and all that you are into... this... but you know what would be even better? Flying. I can do that you know. Well after you feed me. Why haven't you grabbed some food yet?

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Personality: Forethought is not something that naturally comes to Jacieth in most instances; in his mind his way is the best and only way so there is no use in thinking about his actions beforehand. It is in hindsight that this Viridian will learn many things and possibly learn some humility, though it is unlikely. Though he is considerably more friendly than others who share his hue are known to be, his brand of friendliness is not the warm and bubbly kind. More-so he is less likely to nitpick everything someone he is fond of does, although nitpicking will still definitely occur.

In the sky when Thread falls Jacieth is uncommonly brave - though this should not be confused with selflessness as his actions are quite self serving. He will be known for bold maneuvers that may or may not earn him the ire of the leaders he follows; then again from the moment he leaves his shell he will just know he is meant to lead so he does not often care about the opinions of others. A firm hand by his bonded and his leaders may be needed more often than not, he may not be outright disobedient but he is unlikely to hold his sharp tongue if he thinks something is pointless or beneath him.

As much venom as Jacieth readily offers he is far from tolerant of any being returned. Criticism from others - be they dragons or even his own rider - is met by an icy shoulder or harsh words. Sarcasm is something he practices but not something he readily recognizes when others use it, jokes will likely be met with a blank stare or rude comment. Over time, depending on his bonded, he may 'lighten up' some but overall he is a dragon set in his ways; born to lead and always right.

Appearance: Draped in a vivid chartreuse as bold as his personality, Jacieth is a rather stunning specimen to behold; with a catch. He is just as sleek as the rest of his siblings but unlike most of them which will reach the mid-range of average he falls squarely on the small side of average for his color. Though his markings are not as readily apparent they are still there, his tail marking matches most of his siblings' markings while two more markings lay across his neck and right side wrapping under to his stomach.


Finally clean enough to be considered presentable the brown emerged from the remnants of his former rock-like prison. Making his way to his clutch sister he lightly bumped his nose to hers in an affectionate greeting. He had missed quite a bit hadn't he? Koloth, Jacieth, Kalelth, Basenth... they had all Impressed. Why hadn't she gone to Hers yet? A nuzzle was offered in return to the brown to reassure him she knew what she was doing - she'd go to Hers soon enough but he should go find his! It was all so exciting, wasn't it? Assured that his sister was doing well enough on her own he turned towards the Candidates to make his choice. An awkward waddle-like gait brought him to the girls first, they seemed softer and perhaps more what he was looking for. One by one he looked them over. Silkie was given a nod but soon passed by as he looked at Tiroshel. One foot gently touched hers before she too was left behind. Rhasa was given an intrigued look for a moment, he didn't belong there now did he? Then he let his little legs take him to the males.

The twins, Kolbi and Jemi were a bit too boisterous for his tastes. Not a bad thing by any means but not quite what he was looking for. Tristallon, no not that one. Kyzekeidon seemed to receive more consideration, if the length of time he stood there looking the boy over was any indication but soon the brown was walking on. Trader was nodded at but soon the brown had moved on and was left with much to consider. His was here, of that much he was certain, but who was it that would help him in his endeavors? Each of them had so many feelings - many of them seemed as though they were eager but had their own goals in mind. What about his goals? A thought occurred to the brown and his head turned to look back over the girls again while he headed back in their direction. Stopping in front of Silkie he gave her a soft croon before looking past her.

You can trust in me now and we can build a future together. A soft bump of his head against Rhasa's legs was followed with a display of blues, greens, reds, oranges and every color in between in his eyes as the Impression was cemented. I wouldn't mind joining the others to eat. Do you know how they make those buckets? Can you make one and show me?

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Personality: What is that? Chaoth wants to know everything there is to know about everything. Man-made objects will always tickle his fancy and draw his attention, sometimes leading him to be a tad distracted. Knowledge is his prime objective - outside of the primal urge to see Thread flamed from the sky he has little love for fighting Thread. Sturdy in the air he lacks the speed some of the smaller dragons possess but he makes up for it in stamina, when he chooses to spend much time in the sky that is. More often than not Chaoth can be found on the ground studying various odds and ends of every day Pernese life. He wants to know how the things he sees around the Weyr are made, and he will oftentimes try and duplicate them - in his own way and on a much grander scale.

While Chaoth has nothing but the best of intentions when it comes to his creations, many of his ideas will likely be impossible or impractical; it will be up to his rider to decide which of his ideas should be fostered and which should be gently set aside. A firm hand may be needed at times to keep Chaoth from becoming too engrossed in his own ideas so he can see the bigger picture. When it comes to friends Chaoth is far from being bubbly and outgoing like his sisters, but he is still friendly enough towards those who share his interests. While he is unlikely to completely shrug off someone attempting to befriend him if they do not have much in common it is unlikely he will make much of an effort to pursue a friendship with them. Building and learning appeal to him more than being a social butterfly.

Appearance: There is something soothing and unimposing about Chaoth, even though he will likely be a very large brown when he reaches adulthood. The awkward lankiness he hosts through the beginning months of his life will even out, proportions shifting as he grows until they are nearly perfect. Perhaps it is the deep earthy brown that cloaks his form or the softness of his features that makes him appealing to the eye. Markings on his neck, left flank, and tail are similar to those of his siblings - though only his tail marking matches any of the others.

**Minute please pick his new name, I wasn't sure if you wanted Chaoth to elide his given name or the name he has now.**


With Chaoth choosing his it was down to two with the green paced back and forth across the sands. She was clearly waiting on something, but what? Maybe she wanted to wait until the last egg hatched but it remained completely still. Was it even an egg?


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Silkie was glad Rhasa was standing next to her this time. Even if he wasn't supposed to, it was certainly a lot easier to make sure the other was safe this way. So far though the hatchlings seemed to be chosing people without any problems, though none had looked at either of them yet. She watched the larger green hatchling spend a lot of time investigating the Stands and other candidates. "Too big to be green," she whispered back to her brother with a frown. She tensed when the hatchling struck one of boys, but it didn't look like blood was spilled. Not like the last time.

The green still seemed to be waiting for something, but a brown was moving through the boys now. Silkie eyed him curiously as he started coming over towards them. Browns didn't often picked girls she'd been told, but it wasn't unheard of. Then again, there weren't just girls over here, were there? Silkie felt her heart rise as the little dragon came close, but even as he examined her she knew she wasn't the one he wanted.

Silkie beamed a true smile of relief and happiness. Her brother had a dragon. So it was true that they could Impress, despite everything they had been raised to believe. She gave her brother and encouraging nudge with her shoulder. "He's wonderful. Guess I'll have to learn another name for you now," she teased gently. She wondered what it was like and if she would ever experience the same thing. There were two more hatchlings, if the other egg decided to break. Still, she was also younger than her brother. She could wait, now that he was going to be alright. It made so much that had happened over the passed few years suddenly seem worth it in the end.

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Dolly grinned and actually stood up to clap wildly when the brown chose Rhasa. She was so happy, excited and relieved all at once that it was hard to sit still. Her anxiety and guilt after Sutiexth's child had hurt her friend was almost forgotten in her joy. Did you see, Sutie! I knew he could do it! I knew it!

Sutiexth chuckled warmly in her mind. Did I not always say it would be so? Fate simply needed time.

Dolly sat down, taking a deep breath, but still grinning from ear to ear. She was going to bake Rhasa and his new dragon the biggest, bestest pie she'd ever baked!

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Kennebam was rather devoted to enjoying himself through this hatching. Sixwith's antics, to him, were hilarious where other people found them embarrassing or ridiculous or just plain daft. Covering his mouth with his hand, he snickered as she hoisted an egg up into the air to bobble it around. The fact that she really, truly seemed to think that none of them could see her, that's what made it worth more than marks to see. Like when a little weyrbrat hid their head under a cover and assumed that because they couldn't see you, you couldn't see them, either.

But, the tan wasn't the only one to earn a little bit of her rider's ire. Even the hatchlings were getting stared into submission. Poor little guys, they just wanted to have-

K'bam do you think my mother’s rider ever has any… you know, fun? She just seems so serious. Not you though, I can tell you like to do fun things! Will you show me all of them? Food first though, your Basenth is hungry.

Fun.

The newly named blueweyrling crouched, a wide grin spreading across his face as he put himself on the level with his new mindmate. "You know, I don't think she ever does," he stage-whispered mischievously. "It's okay though, I bet your mom makes life plenty interesting for her. If not, maybe we can inject something into it later."

Oh-h-h, we could, but K'bam... wouldn't that be going too far?

K'bam scratched along the dragonet's eyeridges with both hands, smiling affectionately. "It's a fine line to walk, but don't worry. We won't go too far. Now c'mon, I know there's a bucket of meat with your name on it over there." Figuratively, at least. Bounding up to his feet, he headed off the sands with a ground-eating stride, Basenth eagerly hop-running after him.

Planting himself down on the stone and dragging a bucket over to them, K'bam started feeding the very hungry dragonet. "He's Basenth," he informed the weyrlingmaster with a cheshire-cat grin. "Don't let him fool ya, he's a blue."

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Although the dragonet didn't draw blood, he did succeed in drawing Tristallon's attention back to the here and now with a half-stifled yelp of surprise. Clamping his mouth shut in a hurry, he looked around anxiously to make sure his quiet-ish outburst hadn't upset any more hatchlings. The last thing he wanted was for the next one to try to get past the armor out of irritation for a little bit of noise!

Thankfully, the viridian had moved on, and the brown seemed of much more even temperament. It was soothing, and he gave the brown a small, hesitant smile as if to say thanks for not minding me. Folding his hands together, he settled his feet a little more solidly apart, and watched the last, stubbornly still egg. He would have questioned if it was an egg, but the flickers of firelizard picture-feelings he was besieged with from various pets in the Stands suggested that it at least probably was. They'd have to wait and see.


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Armon, naturally, had come as much as Jali wanted him to be there, to keep her and Laanasuth company as they watched the....rather unorthodox clutchmother. Who was....apparently not a clutchmother, and yet was. Scandalous.

He plopped down beside Jali, offering the sweetrolls he had in a woven basket. A mug of klah joined it, and he smiled.

"Eventful little things, aren't they?"

He scooted closer to her, his free arm draping around her once she'd freed it by taking the klah he'd brought for her.

"Is she still insisting to be a ghost?" Armon inquired, keeping his voice down. "I don't think I've ever seen a dragon that....well...unique. But then, I hear all of Dalibor's Tans are somewhat....different."

Kyzekeidon regarded the Viridian curiously, and then the Brown - who stopped to look at him. Ultimately, however, the dragonet moved on. Ky supposed he would. A look up in the stands to his father, who shook his head very slightly, and jutted his chin out towards Sixwith. Pay attention. For the handful of Hatchings Ky had Stood at, he was still learning that dragonets could be unpredictable and dangerous. Enough that removing his eyes from them for any measure of time was tempting fate.

He sighed, lacing his hands behind him and rocking back on his heels. A Green, and an as-yet-unhatched egg. Truthfully, it didn't feel like his dragon was here, but then again he didn't really know what it was supposed to feel like. It wasn't like they taught that sort of thing in classes, after all. Could they? He didn't suppose so.

"Know ya gettin' nervous already, love. Stoppit."
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Only the most astute would have noticed that the remaining egg had developed a long horizontal crack that split the shell neatly in two. Though the egg was cracked all the way around the dragonet inside was taking its time to come out - if it was due to shyness or some other reason no one could really be certain. The green, for one, did notice that her sibling was taking its time and she was not entirely happy with that. It was time to go! She was getting so hungry but she wanted to make sure her sibling made it out okay. Delicately the top half of the egg lifted upwards before toppling to the left to reveal a hide that mimicked the color of flame - a delicate looking orange sat there looking around at all her admirers for some time before she worked herself completely out of the remaining shell. Well now, she was here and everyone seemed rather happy to see her! At least her sister did and she offered a little wobble of her head towards the smaller green.

Unsure legs brought the orange slowly to her green sister and then together they headed towards the Candidates - the green much better on her feet since she had been out of her shell so long. Seeing her sister had made it from her shell she decided the time to wait was over. Your Ziniath is sorry to keep you waiting so long, J'mi. Are you already friends with Koloth's? If not I think you should be, she seems nice. Ohhhh and Jacieth's is interesting! Must be for him to have caught Jacieth's attention. By now she had stopped in front of the twins, rainbow filled eyes trained on only one of them - Jemi. Her stomach ached, a feeling that would no doubt be felt by her new bonded as well. Rather than asking him to feed her she looked at Kolbi, If I could have picked both of you I would have, do not worry though my J'mi will still be around.

With that she turned towards where the others were gathered and being fed, It's time to eat now and I'll introduce you to everyone!

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Personality: While her siblings may have their quirks, Ziniath is on the whole a perfectly normal green. That is if one considers her desire to constantly find new friends for her rider within the realm of normal. No matter who Ziniath is bonded to they had better be prepared to be bombarded by the green's attempts at match-making on both a platonic and romantic level. Ziniath will of course have her own slew of friends, if she has any say in the matter at least, and will be keen to find those who complement her perfectly.

She is aware of her own weaknesses: she is not the fastest or most talented flyer, her self-worth depends far too heavily on the opinions of others, and she talks far too much about far too little. It is her own self awareness in this regard that allows her to seek out others who might help even her out, so to speak. Being aware of her own flaws means she is also mindful that others are flawed as well, especially her own siblings. While she is far too kind to outright call them out on their downfalls she will do what she can to try and make them aware of them as subtly and sweetly as she can. Wouldn't it be nice if Koloth wanted to sit and chit chat with her? Or if Jacieth would take a moment and compliment another dragon on how well they flew? She will try her best to be the peacemaker when needed but will always be mindful of the boundaries others set.

Well, except when it comes to Hers. Clearly she knows what is best when it comes to her rider's social and romantic life. Obviously.

Appearance: Ziniath's hide is just as soft to the touch as it looks. Her form is painted with gentle green hues that darken only where her markings lay around her right eye, neck, and left flank. Her smaller stature and slightly wider frame make her rather endearing, especially when partnered with her friend-seeking personality. She may never be a very large dragon, nor sleek and slender like some of her siblings, but she is a pretty dragon all the same.


Finally. The orange announced to those around her as she made her way confidently towards the girls. It was about time her clutch sister had chosen hers - all of the others were bonded and working on being fed; she would need to do the same soon enough. Still she faltered slightly when she reached the white clad girls and looked at the line of them with a critical eye. Your hair clashes with my hide. With that one of the strawberry blonde girls was completely dismissed. This is about me, not you. This time the critical eye had landed on Tiroshel, though the wave of gentleness that followed the biting words might help if the girl's pride was wounded. Outwardly the orange didn't seem phased by how rude her words might be construed. You. Forward movement halted completely as she reached one of the thinner girls, You really must work on taking care of yourself my dear. Chaoth will take care of your brother. You will take care of you. Thrusting her head towards the girl's stomach affectionately she did her best to not just plow the girl over, hopefully she was steady on her feet. And me.

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Personality: It’s a true pity that Isabeth is destined to go through most of her life completely misunderstood. To most Isabeth will likely seem overly confident and slightly narcissistic. Those who upset her will be met by a biting tongue and plenty of venom with rarely an apology after the fact. Prone to the occasional temper tantrum when she doesn’t get her way she can come across as rather childish despite the fact that overall she is fairly mature; it is just that sometimes her emotions get the better of her and she has occasional mood swings. Because of the perpetual disconnect between how she portrays herself and the softer side she harbors, Isabeth is not always the easiest to get along with. This is especially true in her youth but is likely to wane somewhat as she matures.

Isabeth can be diplomatic when the time calls for it, but only if she really has to be. Overall she is far more comfortable with watching the situation unfold and silently picking sides - as long as no one is getting hurt she will usually let things go, perhaps with the occasional snide remark.

While she can come across as overbearing, bossy, and snippy, Hers will know that the root of it all is that Isabeth cares a bit too much. A deep maternal instinct has her constantly overseeing others to ensure they are meeting their potential; she is particularly interested in keeping an eye on her clutch siblings. It is hard for Isabeth to see others not achieve their potential and she cannot sit idly by and allow them to miss opportunities. Unfortunately her caring comes across as nagging - again, tragically misunderstood. She is fiercely loyal to her siblings and admires them for all their various strengths and weaknesses - and when anyone, whether they’re her siblings or just a person or dragon she took an interest in, finally succeeds at what she was pushing them to accomplish, she will quietly fade into the background and admire them subtly, as she would not wish their success to be diluted by her taking any credit, as she knew it was inside them all along. Some of the more observant among dragons and humans might notice what she does, but to most she’ll just be seen as a nag… and that’s fine by her.

Appearance: Redfruit and fire come to mind when one catches a glimpse of Isabeth, and it would be easy to mistake her for a red at first glance. Certainly her markings look more like flame dancing over her neck, tail, and left flank. She will always be on the larger side of average for an orange; not larger than average but falling more on the big side than not. Though she may at times appear to look at her smaller siblings with a bit of longing as if she envies their smaller stature she carries herself well. In the sky and on ground she has a certain practiced grace about her despite looking at first as if she might be clunky. Being thicker and wider does not mean she must be clumsy after all.


Nodding towards the food the orange led hers away from the center of the sands; all that remained of the clutch were the shards of shell and the tan clutch mother who at some point had fallen asleep.


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Kolbi figured it out first.

Jemi was trying to pay attention, he really was, but he was more interested in watching the people, how everyone reacted, than the actual hatchings. He was only here for Kolbi, really. And Sixwith’s antics were amusing, so he was mostly focused on her, wondering what she would do next. But Kolbi was a creature of the present moment, always, and he had been watching the hatchlings intently, and when the delicate sisters began approaching them he just…he knew. So he had a moment, a second, to suck in a hard breath, to prepare…

Your Ziniath is sorry to keep you waiting so long, J'mi. Are you already friends with Koloth's? If not I think you should be, she seems nice. Ohhhh and Jacieth's is interesting! Must be for him to have caught Jacieth's attention.

What?. Jemi’s first emotion was swirling, blinding panic, but he only felt it for a second before he immediately tried to backpedal on it, because Ziniath was so perfect, so wonderful, he wouldn’t ever want to do anything to hurt her or frighten her or, or anything, but—Kolbi’s hand clapped him hard on the shoulder, and a surprised, “Guh--!” burst forth, sending him to his knees, and automatically, his arms went around the delicate green, quietly waiting for him to work through things.

She was so…soft.

His arms tightened.

It's time to eat now and I'll introduce you to everyone! I think you will like Basenth too, he’s very friendly, and I bet His’s is friendly too, just like you. We’re going to make so many friends, J’mi! He didn’t…really care about having friends, as long as he had her, as long as he had…uneasy, he lifted his eyes to his twin, who was smiling back at him, unrestrained.

It actually took quite a bit of effort for Kolbi to hide his own uneasiness, but it was never more important that he do so. This was…it was amazing. It was the best thing ever. A dragon had chosen his brother, he was gonna be a dragonrider and save the world and stuff. They weren’t supposed to talk, but there was only one hatchling left, so furtively, Kolbi knelt and whispered, one hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Think she’ll let me go to lessons for ya?” He’d heard her words, the wistfulness, but he couldn’t acknowledge them or his smile would crack. It…hurt. One hand absently rubbed over his heart, mourning a place he couldn’t go.

J’mi buried his head against Ziniath’s delicate shoulder, and her eggwet wings flapped. She was chattering cheerfully away, and J’mi let himself get lost in the stream of words, tentatively exploring the new space in his mind. It had only ever been him in there, him and Kolbi. There was…still room for both, he noticed with relief. Of course there is, silly. There is always more room for new friends and loved ones. You are not going to be able to have a loved one for awhile, which is okay because I get to have you for myself, but when I get to Fly for the first time I am going to ask ALL of them about their riders so we pick the best one for you— J’mi coughed, violently, “Wha—wait what?”

“What’d she say?” Shells. That was gonna take getting used to, J’mi…J’mi knowing things he didn’t, hearing things he didn’t. His twin’s cheeks were blazing red, and it was spreading down his neck.

Oh, I am sorry J’mi, is it a bit too soon to talk about that? “YES! Yes it is! Crackdust!” Okay! She nuzzled him happily, one little forepaw balancing on his knee, We can talk about it when I fly. We are going to find the BEST riders and you will them so much. Can we go meet Isabeth’s now? And…I am hungry.

“She’s hungry.” J’mi murmured. He knew that. He knew it, because he could feel it. Had they told them about that? He was sure Da’on had, but maybe he hadn’t believed. There weren’t words for it. It was completeness. Wholeness.

Kolbi couldn’t keep the wince out his smile this time, but J’mi missed it entirely, beaming beatifically at his beautiful, wonderful, gentle, sweet life partner. His. His, his, and he was hers. He nearly tripped over his feet he was grinning so brightly at her, making his way to the buckets of food, but she nudged his leg and kept him upright.

Kolbi stretched, and sighed. He glanced entreatingly, wistfully at the piles of shells but…there weren’t any left. His eyes closed, frown evident on his face.

Oh well.

His eyes opened, and with a casual wave to the sleeping tan and a blown kiss to her rider, he slipped from the cavern. He needed…he didn’t know, but it involved not being here, right now, for awhile.

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Oshumer was only half paying attention. He yawned hugely, kicking his feet up on the table and running a hand through his hair. It needed a trim again. He’d gotten pretty good at doing it himself. Best was fluttering around, checking on pots of salve and bandages, chittering to herself as she counted everything to sure there was sufficient supplies. Oosh’s eyes closed briefly, but he cracked them open again to glance at the wobbling eggs.

No murder!death so far.

That was a good thing, objectively, but it made the healer’s tent a bit of a dull place to be. Best immediately landed on his shoulder, chastising him angrily. Did he want people getting hurt? No, no of course not, and not the babies either, it was just...they were blending together, a bit. There were...a lot of faces he thought would always be there that weren’t. Minanth, Waroth, Babyth. Kulira, Akklyn, Taevan…Aydan, Os’um, and Rhodth. They were still the hardest, really. He wasn’t sure they’d recognize him. it had been a great comfort, looking in the mirror one day and seeing how much he looked like his dad—knowing, for suse, that the man really had been his father after all.

He still figured Aydan would show up again someday, astride some monstrous red wher, mouth a thin line and gray gaze in a thousand yard stare.

It made him grin, a bit.

And in any case, there were still friends here. Journeywoman Yrsavild (subject of many an early teen crush of his, though he was beginning to recognize some of what caused that)—though he wasn’t sure she’d ever forgive him, for choosing humans—and Fyska, and L’xen (subject of other…well, no, nothing, L’xen was a subject of nothing, except annoyance that Coeth hadn’t caught a queen yet), and Tuss and Tusk and Billy—this elicited an excited trill from his partner—and the twins. Shells, three and a half more turns and they could be on the Sands, if they wanted. Not that any rider had come forth and admitted to being the father—who would, with their mother?—but they were weyrbred all the same. Part of him figured Tali’d go for whers, but his sister…Oosh rubbed his temples vaguely, and the irony was not lost on him that he had taken the role of what Os’um had been to him for his little sister. Shells knew their mother was no sort of influence to have in one’s life. She’d probably stand for whers too, just because he’d worry about her.

But that was turns off, yet.

He’d be a Journeyman by then.

Only problem with that, he supposed, was they could send Journeymen off any place. This was home, for better or worse.

He kicked his feet off the table, yawning again. “Are they done yet?” This earned him a fire lizard tail swat from where it had been resting on his far shoulder. His chin came to rest lazily on a splayed hand.

And then, very suddenly, the white tail tightened. And Best creeled.

Oosh didn’t panic often, but his hands immediately went to her, alarm flooding his features, “Hey—leave you what are you thinking, I’d never—”

A bit daft of you to be all the way over here when I was all the way over there. You weren't even getting any food ready for me, can't you tell I'm hungry?

Oosh’s hands spasmed against Best’s pale hide, but everything else froze. Like a nervous feline, she immediately began to weave herself in and out of his fingers, mood swinging abruptly to a different emotion. There there, it was okay, it was okay. She was there. And so was...

Oosh tried to exhale. He didn’t look up, couldn’t, just yet. He just stared at Best. His best friend, his partner, his other half – the little fire lizard had been with him since he was four, stayed with him since. Uncanny, as her color often was. Was it going to be okay? She said it was. He was shaking. Herdbeast sh— someone would find a way to make fun of him for that, later.

It's nice and all that you are into... this... but you know what would be even better?

No, no that was an old dream. He wasn’t that kid anymore, who had to be the hero, who believed they could come in, hailing fire over Thread, saving Pern. Flying. It had been turns, actually, since he’d flown. Not since coming back from the Healer Hall. He wasn’t sure anyone actually knew that, noticed, but he’d been on the ground for almost three turns. Maybe more. I can do that you know. Shells, Herdbeast sh—, shards. The shaking was worse now, and he still hadn’t turned. He closed his eyes, he could feel the color. Searing, undeniable. His. His. His breath expelled, and he hadn’t realized he’d been holding it. Best, cooed, soft, then batted her wedged head gently against his chin, forked tongue flicking out to brush his cheek. He was crying. Shard it all to between. Shards, shards. Well after you feed me. Why haven't you grabbed some food yet?

He tried to ignore the hiccupy laugh, choked-sounding as he turned, wiping his face quickly on his sleeve with deep annoyance. He didn’t talk aloud. He knew, with the ferocious intensity of the weyrborn, that he didn’t need to. Yeah, flying’s great, but who keeps you up there when your wings get scored, ah? The healers.

The accusation was met with a blank stare, and a huff, and then…

Then there were rainbows.

Little white wings flapped up to hide one side of the face—the other was blocked by a vivid, chartreuse neck. Like shells he was going to blubber like a sentimental little in front of a crowd. He’d never—Jacieth—wasn’t gonna have thatover him. With a shuddering breath, Oshumer put his hands on his hips…and snorted.

My wings won’t get scored. It’d have to catch me first. Who do you think you’re talking to?

Os’umer. He was Os’umer. And he was talking to Jacieth. Jacieth. That was his name. he was the first to know, because it had come into being at the same time Os’umer did. “An arrogant hatchling,” He offered, crooked smirk a challenge, bending at the waist until their heads were even again. It wasn’t a criticism, it was a challenge. Jacieth answered it with a toothy grin, and a flap of his bright wings. “Who is gonna get his viridian tush handed to him, by a Healer, the first time he gets scraped up.”

Would they know? From between? Would it matter to them?

Shells, what did it matter if it did or not. Wasn’t like he was alive for them. He was here for himself. No—not quite. There were two others. One white, forepaws so tight against his ear he could feel the skin prick, and one viridian, perfect. Here. Home.

Scraped up? Pft. Yeah, we’ll see about that.

His limbs didn’t feel like they fit right. Too long, too short, rubbery and stretched, hollow and full. He couldn’t look at the crowd, though the boy he once was would have waved to them all. Another exhale. Still shaky, but his steps were firm, back too straight as they went towards the food. “Yeah,” Breath in, and out. “We will.”

There was still someone he was worried about, though. When they stopped by the food, Best marched down Os’umer’s arm, and he extended it obligingly, allowing her to sit on the back of his hand, tail wrapped around his wrist. She sat, prim and proper as you could please, and immediately began squeaking, whistling, and chirping at the hatchling. This was HER human and yes she understood they were sharing now, but there were RULES—

The teenage weyrling’s shoulders shook with ill-constrained mirth. Jacieth stared at her in wonder, and then interrupted the squeaking lecture to peer at his bonded.

Is she…always like this?

Yeah.

What a drag.

A grin, “Yeah, sometimes.” Well! She never! Best hissed at them both, tossed her little head in the air, and vanished between. A troubled smile creased Os’umer’s lips. She’d be back. Best never stayed mad for long. He folded his legs, flopping into sitting next to…to his partner, his dragon. “Don’t eat so fast, you’ll choke.”

I will not. Idly, his hand lifted, unerringly going for the spot on his eyeridges that Rhodth had always loved, scratching. Jacieth lifted his snout to bonk the hand, shifting it to a different spot. There it is. That’s the spot. Don’t get confused; I’m not some boring brown oaf.

Ah—no, no he wasn’t. Os’umer’s shoulders relaxed, finally, some boneless, aching relief from an old, old tension he’d forgotten how to live without. “No,” Soft, but then bolder, in words that belief the love, so deep if he thought about it he’d cry again, “You’re a snotty viridian.” You’re…mine.

Jacieth snapped the piece of meat from his fingers while he was distracted, gulping it down with a cracking sound of triumph. Goes both ways, buddy.. He paused in his eating, eyes whirling angry, before he turned away in a huff, Who you callin’ a snot, you snot?!

Os’umer just laughed, a cracked sound. His head tilted back, eyes closing again. He’d always wondered if you could see between in that dark space. And everyone who was there, watching.

“Yeah,” He sighed, smile quiet, arm wrapping around dried wings to tug Jacieth closer, filching away a too-big piece of meat. They’d have to talk to the other Impressees soon. To the Weyrlingmaster. To…to everyone. But right now, he didn’t give an egg shard about them, about anyone, anyone at all but Jacieth. “Goes both ways.”
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Once Rhasa was settled with his new dragon, Silkie watched them go with a little wistful smile. Then she turned back to the clutch. It looked like the green had finally succeeded in getting the last of the eggs to hatch, not that it probably needed help. The dragon inside was beautiful bright color like fire. It could almost be red, but Silkie decided it was definately orange. Quite the contrast with her soft green sister. The green question seemed to be eager to find her rider now and had run off to the boys. Not hers then. Silkie tried not to be disappointed. How many times had she been told it could take years before the right dragon came along? It would have been nice to Impress the same time as her brother though.

A call in her mind drew her attention back towards the orange hatchling. Silkie's eyes narrowed. Someone wanted to be the center of attention, she thought. Vain too, if the hatchling's comments towards the other girls were anything to go by. Silkie sighed inwardly. She doubted she would meet the hatchling's standards either. She would probably want someone pretty and proper and...

You.

What? Silkie responded sharply without really thinking about it. She turned and found herself staring into rainbow eyes as an orange nose buried itself in her belly. Silkie nearly fell over from shock, rather than the sudden push, but her firm stance kept her up right. The voice had been so much warmer than it had been a little bit ago and it was clearly meant only for her. Silkie opened her mouth, then closed it again. She didn't really know what to say. No amount of lessons had really prepared her for how to react to this.

"I can take care of myself!" she blurted out finally, eyes still wide in surprise.

The dragon's amused chuckle sounded in her ears. So you say. But clearly you are not doing a good job of it. Have you seen the state of your hair? The dragon curled around the girl, nudging legs and arms as she examined every inch. Definately too thin, even with a turn or so of good meals. She was going to have to work on that. Others might doubt her choice, but she was sure. There was potential under this hard, scarred exterior. Beauty just waiting to come out.

Silkie tugged at her messy, uneven locks absently. "There's nothing wrong with my hair," she mumbled darkly. She'd never really thought about it before, just cut it when it got in her way. What did it matter anyway? It was just hair.

It matters because you matter, the dragon declared hotly. She raised her head pridefully, looking Silkie full in the face. And any rider of mine should be as beautiful as I am.

Silkie choked. "Rider?" she managed. Was it really true? Not some cruel joke? This orange lady didn't seem to have been very nice to those other girls. Silkie realized her eyes were getting wet and she wipped them away hurriedly. Tears were a sign of weakness and weakness could get you killed. It was how she was always taught.

The hatchling nuzzled her again, uncaring of the tears. Of course. Do you think I speak to all in this way? she answered with a loving croon. She pushed the girl again meaningfully. Come! You must feed me and then we will make you presentable. She started to walk towards the feeding grounds, fully expecting her girl to follow.

Silkie did follow on shaky legs. She wasn't sure what to make of this mix of emotions, but biggest of all was one she wasn't used to feeling. Love. Her dragon loved her. Beneath all the demands and vanity and nagging, she truly loved her. Silkie wasn't sure she deserved that. How could she? She had grown up knowing little but hate, especially for these marvelous creatures. But all that was behind her now. Now she had a chance to learn a new life, with her dragon and her brother.

Silkie hurried after the little orange suddenly realizing one very important thing she was forgetting. She knelt down and reach for a piece of meat for her dragon's waiting mouth. You didn't tell me your name, she thought privately. It wasn't as hard to do as she'd thought. The dragon already practically read her every thought.

Did I not? the hatchling mused as she chewed thoughtfully. I am Isabeth.

Silkie leaned forward and gave Isabeth a tentative hug, letting just a few little tears fall. Thank you, Isabeth. Thank you.

Isabeth crooned gently. Of course. You are my Silkie after all.
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He'd been there to wish his Candidates luck, suppressing yawns due to his uneven "sleeping" schedule. Eighteen year old "Aleksandr" would have left as soon as he somehow figured out that sleep was to become weird.

Al'dr was happy once again to find that most of the hatchlings impressed to his Candidates, instead of flailing in the Stands. He at least didn't have to give them a speech on selfworth and such and so forth or whatever. He cared, he did... but he'd rather not do it again. Only one of the hatchlings, a viridian, found His on the Healer's section -- losing, yet again, another apprentice.

Two things happened that had him feeling two very conflicted feelings about. One was the separation of the twins. Al'dr was glad one of the green found Hers, but he didn't miss the look on the other's ( he didn't even try to tell them apart anymore) face. He may have been a little relieved that they had been separated, but that was only due to less headaches. The second thing to have happened was Silkie impressing the Orange. The girl whose thoughts and opinions on dragons and their riders were still largely up in the air... had impressed to find out first hand how it was going to taste. A subqueen too.

Can I congratulate her Love? asked Fortath who was clearly as happy as Al'dr was at that moment.
Yes- NO. We can't really show that kind of favoritism?
I'll just congratulate all of them--
Fort-

Congratulations no-longer-candidates Mine and I are happy you found your Lifemate this day!
He told all the former-candidate weyrlings.
You were not one of ours but congrats all the same! Just in case Oosh felt left out. Fortath was clearly rolling in his newfound confidence of being able to at least speak to his charges. May as well branch a little.

We're happy you found Yours too. Mine wishes you the best, and we hope you find what you're looking for with her. He offered privately to Silkie.

Al'dr sighed, you sharding dork.

Fortath crooned.

There was something else that struck him as worrisome as he watched the Candidates file on the Sands. Tristallon earned a look of concern before the Hatching took off in full swing. So once Tris wandered by Al'dr would place a hand on the Candidate's shoulder, and spoke to him softly as to not draw too much attention. "Tris? You... When you get changed, pop by my office?" he asked. Better ask when they were away from others instead of where people were watching.

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Entomath was laughing. The mental cackle that rippled through Yrsa's mind was echoed by the audible clatter of the Red's breathy growl that vibrated beneath the din of the crowd. Very rarely did a dragon come to the Healers area that had no reason to be there. She watched, soundless but critical as the beast made his choice. It was such a fragile thing, so necessary, and she'd waited it seemed far longer than he had.

He'd given up, maybe moved on. Placed so much distance. But being here was as good as consenting. Now it was too late. She smiled as they wandered off together to find food and solidify the actuality of what had happened. There would be time for congratulations later. Entomath was still jovial, but quieter now, even she did not intrude. At least not yet.

There would be plenty of time for that later.


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