Rio tore his eyes away from mother, hatchling, and eggs when Alya came to stand beside him, his fellow friend of the Werewolf - which, as far as he could tell, wasn't up to anything just yet, but he would bet they had an awoo! to look forward to once it broke shell. He flashed his Sands companion a bright smile, though even with company it was difficult to maintain such an expression with Vimiath's poor health so obvious. Would she be alright after this, if her rider recovered? Could she? It was difficult to feel anything beyond concern and pity, bronze hatchling on the Sands or no. Not that dragon color was of any real importance to him. "I hope everything goes well," he ventured, though after the Touching and with the way the gold looked now, it was a rather fragile hope. "I've never seen a dragon look like that before."
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 7:12 am
Nebbi
Nebbi lingered on the edge of the sands. Not quite hiding at the back, like some, but not as eagerly far forward as most. After taking a few days to calm down, and getting some good advice, Nebbi had decided not to give up on the Western hatching. Though more because she didn't like the idea of giving up on something than because she was desperate to impress one of the dragons anymore.
She had, perhaps, been a little over excited by the opportunity that presented itself so soon after she'd been searched. And made her decision a little too early. There are some things she didn't realize at first. She didn't know that V'tre wouldn't get to watch her stand. She knew she'd have to stay here for five turns, but the weight of that didn't set in until she realized just how foreign this place was to her. A whole other continent. A strange place where where she didn't know anyone.. Still, that was no different than what V'tre had to deal with.
She could do it! It's not like she had lost all confidence in herself, just in some of her decision making abilities... She could do it, she knew she could. An adventurous part of her even wished for that chance to blaze her own trail, to discover and overcome something new. But then again, if it didn't happen, that might be for the better too.
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After quickly stripping off her clothes and throwing on the robe and sandals, Matti was among the first ones onto the sands. Standing on the girl's side of the sands, she watched the eggs excitedly. Maybe she was just lucky, but rabid golds aside, she hadn't had too bad of an experience at the Touching, and was correspondingly excited for the real thing. She was no stranger to violent hatchlings anyway.
This little bronze was quite a looker. Of course, he wasn't for her, but with no other dragonets yet on the sands, there was little else she could do but watch in amusement as it made its way down the line of candidates.
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Migel
"I'm not exactly reassured by the protective power of these... dresses." Migel said to his friend as he followed him into the sands, unsure what else to call the plain white robes they were all now wearing. Like a bright white beacons for the angry babies, he thought, unimpressed. Dragonets were vicious, he'd heard, but they were still small. A simple leather bracer or light armor would go a long way towards preventing injury. "Really, it's like they're asking for candidates to be mauled." he sighed.
He was similarly unaffected by the bronze's antics, though he watched it carefully for any signs of aggression. Not like he would say no to a bronze though.. Their size surely had its advantages.
Yarala had been comfortably settled down with a book in their weyr along the beach, listening to the ever-present lapping of the waves upon the sand that when a hum interrupted her thoughts and vibrated her lithe frame she looked up as Vorzeth head stuck it's way into the door way, his eyes awhirl with blues and greens. My darling YaralaMine, don't you hear their singing? The Eggs! They hatch! Let us go see! A deep rumble exuded from Vorzeth as impatiently waited for his rider to scramble to her feet, the book she had been reading forgotten as it was tossed to the bed in a rush. Yarala scrambled to find clothing... oh dear, she really needed better-looking clothing at some point. An affirmed snort from Vorzeth made her grin at his palpable excitement.
Finally deciding on a white tunic edged in brown and a pair of tanned hide breeches, she slipped her feet into her dark boots quickly and then tried to tame her hair, but only managed a messy braid that hung loosely over her right shoulder. "There. Presentable?" She said, showing herself to Vorzeth. As radiant as a sunrise, as ever you are, Mine. The brown mused at his rider, rubbing his nose lightly against her cheek as she hurried toward him. He lowered himself and Yarala bounded up to his shoulder, holding tight to him. "Go! Fly, my wondrous Vorzeth!" She whooped outloud - there was no one to see her out of character shouting.
The Brown let out a bugle and threw himself skyward in a bound, flying quickly up toward the Weyr and through the high mouth of the cavern. He flapped his wings for a moment, peering around for an empty ledge, before he chose an empty one as close as he could manage to the sands. He crooned down at the sea of white candidates, before looking toward the golden queen. He let out a crooning note toward her, dipping his head respectively (it would be a lie if he said he didn't have a boyish crush on the elder queen), Beautiful queen, beautiful Vimiath. We are honored to witness your children being born.
Yarala slipped from his shoulders as he bent down to a crouch, folding his wings as other swooped in all around to witness. She sat herself upon one of his large paws and looked down, watching the eggs with an intent and interested look. She hadn't witnessed many Hatchings, so she found them both fascinating, terrifying and exciting.
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Shalaera
"Well, these are already off to a very different start than I imagined." The host of firelizards that were spanned across the woman's shoulders were almost impressive as they chittered in various directions...except Laena. She sprawled daintily into Shalaera's arms, demanding to be held and making it very difficult for the woman to keep up with her notes.
"Oh you...." she chided lovingly as she used one arm to cradle the sweet natured green against her shoulder while writing with the other hand.
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+First to hatch was a bronze
Danzik has bet Lennik will impress a Blue. Shalaera has bet Lennik will impress a Brown.
Rinis has bet they will impress a green Shalaera bets they will impress the Siren
Killakeeth has bet Vimiath's clutch there will be one gold, three bronze, five brown, ten blues, and six greens. Shalaera offers no counter but bets otherwise
Dolmar bets he will impress a big bronze. Shalaera bets he will impress a small bronze (if it’s a bronze at all)
Damon has bet he will impress a bronze Shalaera has bet he will impress The Hellhound
Farinalgo bets that he'll Impress a blue! Shalaera bets he’ll impress a brown.
Varinia bets the Goblin will hatch first and impress a boy Shalaera bets that The Ghoul will hatch first and impress a girl.
Ameliah bets the Siren Egg will be among the first three eggs to hatch and the gargoyle egg among the last three Shalaera bets the first dragon to hatch will be blue and the last will be brown – Losing
Shahera bets that Dollar will impress a Blue. Shalaera has bet Dolmar will impress a small dragon.
Kieza bets that it will be a Brown hatching first! Shalaera is betting the first egg to hatch will be a blue.
Amra bets that the Goblin will hatch first and impress a boy! Shalaera is betting The Banshee will hatch first and impress to a boy.
Ladellan bets that there will be a gold hatchling! Shalaera is betting that no girls will impress a brown.
Sunny bets the Gargoyle egg hatches a blue or green. Shalaera has bet the Gargoyle will impress to a girl.
Matti bets that a girl will impress a brown. Shalaera bets that IF there is a gold on the sands, it will impress before the last 3 of the clutch.
L’ex bets that between 10-13 of the clutch are greens Shalaera is betting that more than half of the greens from this clutch will impress to girls.
Migel bets that Shahera impresses in the first half of the clutch Shalaera bets that Shahera impresses in the second half.
Ralla bets that there will be at least three maulings. Shalaera bets there will be no more than 6 – including deaths towards each bet.
K'ai bets one of the last two dragons to hatch will be a blue. Shalaera bets the last two dragons to hatch will be a green and a brown.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 7:31 am
~Phayton~
Another star gazing partner. Phayton smiled and squeezed Jailla's hand again. That would be nice... him, Jailla and a dragon all out on the beach looking up at the night sky and pondering the wonders out there. With luck, there would be two more star gazing partners!
"It's good luck that a bronze was shelled first," he told her. "I hope that means good luck for both of us!"
He watched the Demon dragonet strut amongst the eggs of his siblings, and had to smile. This little fellow was definitely sure of himself, wasn't he? Maybe he was waiting for more Candidates to settle before making his choice. Phayton sent welcoming thoughts the hatchling's way. Maybe the Demon's choice would be him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 7:32 am
C'yx of Blue Iriseth
Please Mine...I want to watch, and one of the little ones has already hatched.... Sighing, C'yx was rousted from his sleep by Iriseth's incessant prodding. Shaking his head, he slipped from the furs and slowly began to dress. He could hear Zephyr chittering away, trying to show him what he was putting on. The little green Flit had been handy in helping him move and get around since his blinding, and yet at the same time...she was obsessed with hair. She loved tangling his, and tugging him every which way. Today was no different. As soon as he was dressed, he could feel the tugging on his hair that insisted he move. Following her to the sands, he found his own place to settle, feeling Iriseth soar over him to gently perch beside the lovely Eosphoth. His wings tucked to his sides, and the Blue crooned, reaching out to nuzzle her, Loveliest Eosphoth. I hope you do not mind the presence of your Iriseth. For as much as he existed with His, his heart had gone to this lovely Green.
Junenth hummed loudly as he dropped his rider off at the entrance, excited to see new hatchlings. Still, there was a twinge of grey-red in the corners of his eyes, and he made quick work to take a lower ledge. He was watching A'ral and the poor girl who had been so frightened. He would be watching Vimiath as well -- though the gold did not look to post much of a threat, he did not trust her. Not with her riders ill health, and the possibility of the Candidates at mercy of her children.
Delicately, gently, he sent a quiet wave of warmth and support to the girl. And softly, so softly it was almost a whisper, he spoke. Zinath's and mine will keep you safe. You do not need to go far -- if a baby is meant for you, they will find you. Thankfully, a Hatchlings sense of self-preservation often meant it would search high and low before things began to look grim. Unlike popular opinion, one did not have to be at the front of all the action to Impress.
R'mor, for his part, was quick to seek out A'ral. Akaris was with him, and his heart warmed to see the green rider hand-in-hand with the girl. He did glance at Lennik, and nodded approvingly at the young man. It was good of him to worry, though he had no doubt that she would be welcome to stay near the fringes as long as she needed.
"We'll be here, no matter what. Vimiath is being watched, and while we can't interfere with the Hatchlings, you are allowed to keep a wide girth from them. If one is meant for you, you'll know. You're also welcome to remain here." He added, in case she felt obligated to take Lennik up on his offer. They were still on the Sands, even if it was distanced from the group.
He reached out to squeeze her shoulder encouragingly. Honestly, R'mor worried... that Touching had been pretty chaotic. Who knew how these eggs would respond?
It might have been tradition for the Weyrleaders to sit up in the stands, but for now, at least, R'mor preferred to be on the sidelines. This was a special case, after all.
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 7:50 am
Danzik of Green Eosphoth
Eosphoth shifted, moving her tail from the space beside her as Iriseth took perch beside her. Our first is a bronze! she informed him, almost gleefully, as she nuzzled him in turn before tucking her smaller body up against his side. She could feel the concern radiating from her bonded down below as Danzik kept her attentions firmly on what Lennik was doing.
That the boy thought his mother didn't love him was always a surprise, but perhaps today would be the day his other dreams came true.
Your company is never a bother, dear one. I would rather have you here than anywhere else in all of Pern. What do you think of mother? Eosphoth's eyes whirled with concern as she looked upon the sickly shade of the gold's hide, an anxious note catching deep in her throat.
-_Wish of Tevarae_-
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 7:53 am
Vimiath
Vimiath had been resting as she hummed the welcome to her children, and stirred again only when candidates began to arrive. She lifted her head and watched with a certain tautness to her poise, her eyes expecting one in particular. When they found the small form... the eyes flashed white with fear. She began to rise, but hesitated. Her bronze child was moving quickly, and she had to be alert to his needs.
Vorzeth's gentle words gave Vimiath a comforting boost, and she raised her head a little higher, checking to see if he was at the entrance. She wanted to preen, to flare her wings and show the glory of Vimiath, but there was little pride or strength in her now. A soft, Thank you, was all she could manage.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 8:09 am
Pushing the food around on his plate Apate took a moment to glance around the eating hall as a commotion started to form. It took a moment for the word to spread before A’ral came in as well repeating the words that the dragon hatching had started to begin. Candidates began to scramble filing out of the doors as Apate took another minute to push the food around and taking a bite before getting to his feet. Excitement vibrated through him but the same cool expression of an amused grin lingered on his face as he made his way towards the sands only pausing close to slip on his sandals as the white gown hung loosely on him. Lingering towards the back the bright blue eyes watched as others gathered the former red egg had given way to a bronze who was making quite a sight for himself despite the state that his mother was in. The gold queen did not look well considering that her rider was still indisposed and the attention she was giving to watch over her precious eggs. He didn’t move his spot but instead watched everyone else, lips still smirking at who the little dragonet would pick.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 8:09 am
Jagmund
It was time! Jagmund had been practicing putting his Candidate robes on as fast as he could and had traced the fastest route to the sands, so as soon as they were called, he had bolted out of bed and stripped off his bedclothes in record time. With his robes donned and his focus clear, he jogged all the way to the sands, but he was definitely not the first one there!
He grinned as he slid to a stop on the sand and was shocked to find that a dragonet was already wandering around. Oh, and a handsome bronze, too! His grin grew wider as he realized The Demon egg was in pieces. Eager, wasn't he? An incredible, amazing dragonet. Come to Jagmund.
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 8:16 am
Yarala and Brown Vorzeth (Western)
If ever a creature could be so filled with empowerment, it was when Vimiath's eyes searched him out, O golden one, do not fear. Show us your beautiful self, your beauteous wings like sunlight spilling. Give these white-garbed children something to remember! A Queen! A magnificent goddess!You, oh loveliest of queens! He rumbled beneath the constant hum, his eyes swirling blue and purple, showing his adoration of the elder queen, and happiness that he, a brown dragon, would be noted by her.
Yarala peered up at her dragon in wonder as his feelings coursed through her. She was always surprised by what Vorzeth doted upon, and she did not know that he cared for the queen dragon, he had never spoken of her to Yarala. But she had to wonder if all dragons felt this way for the queen.
She strained her head to peer at each dragon that was gathering, her gaze questioning this revelation, but was interrupted by Vorzeth's own craning head lowering to gaze dotingly at the queen, his thoughts full of hope that his words would move her.
The sudden call that the eggs were shaking, had hatched had Lestenna all but flying to Uridith's side. They'd nowhere else important to be, and had offered to go, along with the candidates of High Reaches, to represent their interests. The desire to assess another gold's brood wasn't a small thing either. If theirs was to be a partnership of weyrs, of shared clutches, they'd better know they were getting what they were giving. A quality brood could make all the difference.
The fact that the first was shelled so fast was one thing, but that it was a bronze, supposedly, was another. A bronze would do far better at High Reaches than Western...but this one would have no choice. Was it better to hope one of their own impressed it, but then must stay behind? It was hard to say. Uridith herself had less complicated thoughts on the matter. She was a mother, and wanted to see Vimiath's children. Takarath was going with her, and her Brieteth had volunteered to ferry candidates. He if no one else deserved her appearance as a show of support. And he'd saved her a seat! Thank you sweet Brieteth! We will be along shortly. If any other dragons bother you, just tell them that I am coming, and let me know. We won't be long, I promise.
"V'kenti, is Takarath ready? The first hatchling's been shelled—impatient, it seems—so we'd best be going."
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Amna & Zunulth
There! THERE! The whip-crack fast white had found a perch high above the sands as soon as the humming had begun. Amna hadn't even bothered with riding straps, instead just wrapping her arms around the small dragon's neck and holding on tight with her thighs—it wasn't as if he'd ever let her fall, anyway. The short woman leaned a bit closer to the edge of the almost-spire of stone they'd nestled atop to look down...ah! Another tiny slim figure of white had appeared, dropping off one of the two on its back. Vee! Zunulth's smaller twin, it sent ripples of deepest blue twirling through the usually more sedate dragon's eyes. Vee, brother! Come join us! Bring yours, Amna hasn't seen her 'little brother' in ages, and we've the best seat in the house! I'd been planning to relay the hatching to you if you didn't come, but...well, now perhaps we can do it together!
From this high vantage they'd have a clear view of the entire bowl of sand. If any eggs split, or candidates were trampled, or anything else at all happened, they'd have an ideal view. And especially with so many of the hopeful children being from High Reaches, it seemed only right to let those left behind in the mountains know if anything important happened, or if someone wouldn't be coming home...for any reason.
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Jacquol
Oh! Oh hey, she knew that dragon! Jacquol was all toothy grin as Lennoth came swooping in to land. It took P'tius a few minutes to notice her, but she was keenly aware when he did. He looked like a feline that'd had water dumped on it, all wide-eyed and leaping up as if he'd charge the sands and drag her off them himself. Nuh uh. She was going to brave this sea of shells, and maybe find herself a treasure to sit beside Ambrin's brown. She tossed a cheeky wave his way, before pointedly ignoring her brother.
She didn't really want to see him tie himself up in knots, especially not when there were eggs hatching! So far everything was fine anyways...just because she'd never seen a hatching in person didn't mean she was underestimating the potential danger. Right?
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Dolmar
Dolmar didn't even dignify Shahera's poke with a response. Her comment though... "I need a dragon that suits me. If we're ever at odds, how will we ever work together, or get anything done? No, I will take the swaggering sort any day. At leas the knows he's worth the attention he's getting." Unlike if it were, say, a preening green or posing blue. They were fine enough, but common. "Let him take his time. I'm quite certain he already knows his mind." Dolmar knew what he wanted in a partner. It was flaunting itself for all to see, just across the sands there.
"Isn't he a splendid thing, Cedarian?" He leaned slightly towards the other young man, though his eyes never left the bronze. Cesare had appeared at some point, which meant Migel would be nearby—yes, he could hear the ever-present shadow to Cesare going on about the robes even now, there next to another rather serious looking fellow...Gavryl, perhaps? A glance to make sure Marinel was still at his side—of course he was—and then back to focusing. I'm over here, but do take your time. I won't be going anywhere without you. If a boy could will a dragon to be his, well. Dolmar was certainly trying.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 9:09 am
A boy came over to them and Marinel gave him a smile. He was glad Dolmar seemed to have a friend—maybe he’d get to know Cedarian in the future. “Which egg was your favorite at the touching, Cedarian?”
“I think Dolly would be great on a bronze,” he said, frowning at Shahera. Couldn’t she stand somewhere else? “And he doesn’t swagger, he’s just confident.” And like Dolly said, he needed a dragon that suited him. And that would be a very special dragon indeed. He couldn’t wait to meet that dragon.
He watched the bronze, but heard his name and waved at Jarah. He made a come here gesture. Hatching day was a perfect day to introduce them! “C’mon Jarah, you can meet my brother!”
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Jailla smiled. “Is it?” She asked. She’d heard about that supersition, maybe it was true. “With how active they were during the Touching, we need a little good luck.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 9:11 am
~Z'haq and bronze Eorawth~
"So, it was a bronze that hatched first," Z'haq said to Resa as they and their dragons settled into their seats high in the stands. "Which egg was it, the Demon? Shards, I thought that one would be a gold for sure. Ah well." He grinned at the missed guess -- who was to say, really, how this clutch would shake out? There was still a chance he could win with his other choices, but that wasn't the point. Gambling itself was.
Watching the Candidates form a crescent around the eggs and the bronze dragonet reminded the Wingleader of his own Impression. He was more surprised when bronze Eorawth chose him than anyone else was. Him, a raggedy sailor, now a bronzerider. He knew it didn't mean anything here at Western Weyr, but it was still something to be proud of as far as he was concerned.
Eorawth rumbled and nudged his rider's shoulder affectionately with his nose. I chose well, Mine.
Then Z'haq noticed Vimiath. "Oh shells, look at the queen, Resa. She looks awful. Poor thing."
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