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 The Delight of Frozen Fire, Hatching of the Snow and Sea Clutch
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 Posted: Feb 26 2018, 11:14 PM
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it was what could be considered the wee hours of the morning. That special time that occupied the space between the witching hour, although it was certainly not known by that title on Pern, and when the earliest risers, the bakers and drudges, arose to begin preparations for the day. Once creature was awake. Mallitorioth had taken a nap earlier in the previous day to rest, and now she lay, attentive as always, on the burning sands. She, like the eggs around her, was unmoving, a statue of dark gold. She had not trusted anyone else with this nightly vigil now that the eggs had begun to harden. Their shells gleamed in the dull artificial light that illuminated everything from above. Mallitorioth's eyes were sharp, and she did not need the full glare of the overheads to keep watch to her satisfaction. Her rider had retired with another earlier, which had left Mallitorioth alone. The gold did not mind the solitude, a very gentle hum radiating from her. It was a call, a lullaby of sorts, but intended to have the opposite affect on the eggs. It was produced by Mallitorioth in the hope of waking up the eggs. With the hatching so close, Mallitorioth had ever so gently moved the eggs. Those that had initially been placed around the edges of the sands had been moved closer to the center, so that Mallitorioth could lay easily along the back wall without disturbing any eggs, and their would be space for the candidates along the front wall, with access for healers and space along the side wall by the entrance for the meat table to be set up. After all, the time was nea-- Mallitorioth lifted her head, eyes glazing over. For a moment she was frozen in that position, even her breathing halted as the knowledge of the future passed through her, leaving bits and pieces behind. The glaze faded, and Mallitorioth looked out over the still silent sands. So, that is how it will be. Welcome, then, little ones. I am not your mother, but I have taken care of you as though I was, and I care of you as she would. Come, now. It is time for you to hatch. Your destinies, your other halves that you yearn for so desperately are waiting for you. Soon, little ones, you will be whole again as you always wish to be. Mallitorioth stretched her neck, peering at the closest egg to her, The Antlered Moose Egg. For a few moments more, the egg was still. Then, as though all at once the clutch had heard Mallitorioth's words and awoken, there was something like a mental pulse that burst from the clutch, reverberating throughout the room. Had anyone but Mallitorioth felt it, they would have been pushed back by the mental wave, confused and disoriented by the sudden and unexpected sensation.  Mallitorioth remained still despite the disturbance, waiting with a patience usually unseen in gold dragons. It took a second, but The Antlered Moose Egg shook very slightly, shifting the sand in which it sat by a barely perceptible amount. Satisfied, Mallitoritoh raised her head again. Eggs have no sense of time. It was a self-musing, chuckling to herself as the gold turned her attention first to her rider. Ariaceli. It is time. Rise and join me. I will be calling the rest of our Weyr soon. Join me, and we will welcome the next generation into this world together. They come, and they are powerful.

The relaxed nature of relationships in the Weyr had always been a joy of Ariaceli's, who felt no shame in her favorite form of relaxation and was always glad that few at a Weyr did either. She had needed it that night, and although it meant she had fallen asleep far later than she'd initially wanted, it also meant that she slept incredibly soundly. It had been her intention to sleep in slightly, no more than half a candlemark, to make up for the night's activities, but as Mallitorioth had chuckled to herself, eggs had no sense of time, or indeed, no sense of other people's schedules. There was no consideration at all for other people. Ariaceli might have been deep in sleep, far past dreaming, but the voice of her dragon was a better alarm than anything else for her. The Weyrwoman was awake in an instant, the words of her dragon filtering through her mind, although she lay there, draped in furs, for a few more moments as she tried to figure out what her dragon was telling her. It didn't take long for Ariaceli to put the pieces together, and with a gasp, she sat up, throwing furs off of herself with enough vigor to wake her nocturnal companion. A question, incoherent with sleep, was mumbled at the Weyrwoman, who had sprung from her bed. "Hatching! The Eggs! Mal just sent word. You'll hear the call in a second. I have to get down there!" The most basic of clothes that were appropriate, far more so than the dressing gown that Ariaceli had been wearing, were thrown on, And Ariaceli had barely touched her heair with a brush when her prediction came true. Good morning Star island residents. I have excellent news that everyone has been waiting to hear. The clutch is about to hatch. Candidates, awake to the sands. Meat is required, kitchen staff. Butcher the food fresh for our newest pairs. Bring it to the sands. They are coming, and I will kill anyone who causes, by some fault of their own, the death of any one of these children. Hurry, my patience, and theirs, grows thin. Ariaceli let out a small laugh, brush finally running through her hair. "She does have a way with words, doesn't she?" Despite her lack of sleep, Ariaceli didn't feel exhausted. Adrenaline had propelled her up, and now it coursed through her veins like fire. "C'mon. We can't be late." Ariaceli gave her companion a wink, and, shuffling into sandals that offered just enough protection, she dashed from her rooms. Her hands quickly braiding back her hair as she went, so that she wouldn't be distracted by it during the hatching. The layout of the compound had been well thought out, and it took very little time for Ariaceli to get to the sands, although she didn't stop when she got there, and quickly picked her way though the sands to her dragon's side. "How far along are we?" Ariaceli glanced over her shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of an egg shaking, before she hauled herself up onto Mallitorioth's leg, and then up onto her dragon's shoulder so that she would be well out of the way. it wouldn't do for her to be injured unnecessarily by a passing dragonet. Not far. They will be a bit still. See? There. The egg near the middle is shaking. The Frosted Ermine Egg was shaking gently, clearly about to hatch, but not quite at the point where cracks could be seen. Ariaceli let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. "We have time, then." Mallitorioth, in response, raised the gentle hum she'd been emitting into a full-blown hatching song, welcoming the new life that was about to emerge into the world.

Although The Frosted Ermine Egg was vibrating with obvious life, it was not the only one. Many of the others out of the large clutch were beginning to show signs of movement as well. This was an incredibly good sign, and Ariaceli felt her words stick in her throat. She loved this, the joy and excitement. This was what made the responsibility of being a Weyrwoman worth it. She did take a moment to wonder what Mallitorioth had meant by "They are powerful", when she'd spoken before, but that was a background thought of Ariaceli's. Most of her attention was focused on the eggs, and besides, what Mallitorioth had felt, what she had realized, would become clear soon enough, even if Ariaceli didn't know it yet. Mallitorioth curled her tail in tighter and stretched her front paws out, getting herself even more comfortable and she raised her head, looking around at the eggs just like her rider. As uncharacteristic as it was of Mallitorioth, she possessed an incredibly deep mothering instinct, and her desire to protect the eggs under her care, her true children or not, meant that this was a tense time for her. She shared in her rider's excitement and exuberance, but Mallitorioth was able to contain her composure in ways that Ariaceli absolutely was unable to do. The Weyrwoman didn't even try and look regal or stately, although she certainly looked happy, glowing with a radiance that was still outshone by the eggs somehow. Ariaceli was bouncing as intensely as she had done during the touching. They didn't have long to wait, and the eggs were showing more signs of stress. None had cracked still, but it was only a matter of time. "I hope the candidates get here."They always do. Mallitorioth's voice was calm, although Ariaceli could feel her excitement and joy as well. her dragon was usually so practical that anytime Mallitorioth felt excess emotion, especially positive emotion, it leaked over to Ariaceli and made her even more excitable than she already was. It was nice to see her dragon as invested in this clutch as Ariaceli was. They all knew what was riding on this clutch and what the potential outcomes could be. Do not think such things. They are sensitive to it, but strong. Do not doubt these children, Ariaceli. Her dragon's chiding made Ariaceli sign, but inwardly. "I know, but worry doesn't work that way. I want them to impress, and I think they will, but that doesn't stop doubt. Everyone will always doubt, Mal. They have to get used to that." Mallitorioth huffed, although the only other response she had to her rider was that her hum became louder. Her rider had a point. The gold's attention snapped to The Gyrfalcon Egg, which had overtaken the other eggs in the violence of its shaking. Cracks had appeared, little flakes of the shell pinging off into the semi-darkness. Do you see, Ariaceli? Ariaceli shook her head and then raised her gaze, suddenly realizing what she had forgotten to do. "AIVAS? Lights on full, please!" The voice of AIVAS answered, mild as ever as it permitted the room with an easy clarity, hiding just the barest hint of a laugh in its words. "Request Accepted. Lights on full. Anything else, Weyrwoman?" Ariaceli shook her head. "No, AIVAS. Thank you!" The voice of the great machine came again. "Of course, Weyrwoman. Happy hatching. I look on with interest." The voice faded as the lights brightened considerably. There were some overhead lights, but the walls were also now washed with a pale glow that helped illuminate the entire sands and the stands as well. As the light rose, a few more tiny shards of The Gyrfalcon Egg fell away, and the side of the egg that had cracked into tiny pieces bulged slightly, the dragonet inside clearly straining to free itself. Ariaceli made an excited squeaking noise and looked over at the main entrance to the sands. "They better get here! They'll miss the first dragonet out!"

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 Posted: Feb 26 2018, 11:16 PM
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--- Tobas ---

The thing about dreams is that if you are awakened from that stage of sleep, then whatever awakened you ends up in your dream.

That's just the way the human mind works.

Which is why the gold's voice drew Tobas out of a nightmare. He squeaked as he awakened - thankfully, it was not a scream. A nightmare in which he got to the Sands just too late, his dragon going Between a moment before he got there, and the queen was about to...

...to eat him.

(I will kill anyone who causes, by some fault of their own, the death) were the words he fully awakened to.

Oh.

They were Hatching. And the queen's threat had gotten into his dream. Scowling at both that and the fact that it was, indeed, oh dark thirty, Tobas tugged on the Hatching robes, a forgotten tradition revived by the frozen dragonriders.

No doubt there had been some reason for it. The only one Tobas could think of was that wearing white on very hot sands did, if you asked an Igenite, make a certain amount of sense.

He made it. He made it, and he stepped out onto the Sands and bowed to the guardian queen. Not the natural mother of these eggs, no, but she might as well be. Certainly, her threat showed a deep care for them.

And one of them was cracked enough that he could almost, almost see...was that a paw? Maybe.

--- Kaletha ---

Sleep hadn't come easy to Kaletha of late. According to the riders and dragonhealers, the eggs were about to Hatch and she had a mortal terror of somehow sleeping through the Hatching.

And on this particular night, she had given up. She was already awake, dressed, and in the Candidate common room, sipping at heated juice - klah would, of course, not help her current problem, but she needed something warm.

Then the queen called and she set it aside. Oh, good. It would be over one way or another soon, for another cycle. Until they brought another clutch out of the freezer or, well, Mallitorioth rose to mate.

One way or another. She quelled the VTOLs in her stomach with an effort of will as she ducked back into her room to change, then made her way to the Hatching room. It was hot in there - as hot as the volcanic sands of the wrecked Weyrs? Maybe one day she would know, if they could breed dragons fast enough.

No.

She was never going to be a goldrider and thus would not step out onto the Sands again after she Impressed.

A gold that picked her...well...no. She would trust the judgment of the dragons. She had to.

Out into the room, then. Eggs were shaking, one had cracked enough to almost show the dragonet within.

She bowed to the queen, gave Tobas a tight smile, and then stepped to one side. She had already learned one lesson: You didn't cluster too close together. That was asking for somebody to get between a dragonet and their chosen Candidate and get bowled over...

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 Posted: Feb 27 2018, 12:02 AM
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It was early in the morning and Kar'kaa was deep in dreamland. The previous night, Ariaceli the Weyrwoman had asked him to sleep with her in her weyr. Not to make love, of course, but to appreciate the company of another. Kar'kaa accepted the offer and he slept soundly up to this point. Surprise was nestled in the crook of his arm and Midotawth was relaxing in his weyr, not wanting to upset the Senior Queen by sleeping on her perch.

It was at this moment when he was abruptly awoken by Ariaceli who had sprung from her furs tossing them aside. Surprise raised her head sharply, giving a confused squeak as she looked around, one of the furs covering her head so that only her golden snout was poking out. Kar'kaa groaned as he pushed the furs off him. "What's going on, Weyrwoman?" he grumbled, feeling Midotawth stir and Mallitorioth's words ringing throughout the compound.

After processing this new information, he sprang from the furs and scooped up Surprise, stumbling and nearly falling flat on his face. "Today?! Right now?!" he asked, putting Surprise down on the furs before scrambling to put his clothes on. Surprise chittered excitedly as Kar'kaa struggled to put on his pants. Adrenaline was flowing through his veins, pushing the tiredness aside for excitement. "About sharding time! We've been waiting for this for who knows how long!" He watched Ariaceli running a quick brush through her hair before departing, giving a wink as she left.

After putting on his shirt and fastening his knots, he let Surprise climb onto his shoulder before making his way to the Hatching Room. When he arrived, Midotawth had already found a perch, joining Mallitorioth's welcoming humming. He gave a small wave to Ariaceli before finding a seat in the stands.

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 Posted: Feb 27 2018, 01:47 AM
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(Repost!)

Rhamnousiath had been waiting, somewhat impatiently, for this day for ages now it seemed like, while Katlego had a slightly more reserved approach when it came to the whole thing, knowing it would be one of the first times she stood before nearly the entire might of the weyr at her Weyrwoman's side, presiding over the Hatching of the Sea and Snow Clutch and helping to make sure everything ran smoothly. She could remember her own time easily and fondly, since it had not been that long ago standing down there, waiting as egg after egg vibrated, cracked, and hatched, and then finally the touch of that alien mind upon her own and the overwhelming love and acceptance that had filled her up then, and for all time since.

Done reminiscing, Kat? We do not want to be late to the Hatching, and Mallitorioth has already called for the candidates to arrive. I want to watch and make sure they don't decide to try anything said Gold said suddenly to her rider, leaning down to nudge the woman in the side and get her attention from where it had wandered off to. Twisting her head up, Katlego pushed away the giant snout of the half grown female pushing at her, but that just made Rhamnousiath push harder, then whuffle through her hair with heavy snorts. If Kat's hair had not been braided so tightly to her head and oiled so finely, it would have sent stray hairs flying everywhere and messed up her entire style, but luckily for the young weyrling she knew her dragon's tricks by now and her hairstyle was well suited to dealing with said antics.  

"I don't think Mallitorioth, or Ariaceli, will have any problems keeping the candidates in line. Most are still in utter awe of your kind, and the rest are just grateful for a safe place to lay their head. I would think you should be more worried about what some of your kin may be able to do to the candidates instead of the other way around" Katlego replied before stepping away and changing into an outfit she had picked out under Ariaceli's advice that she wear something besides her fighting leathers for once.  A cream sleeveless top cupped her torso, nipped in tightly at the waist and tied with a dark bronze waist band, before flowing out in a trailing skirt that ran to her shins in the front and a bit longer in the back, the color darkening from cream at the top to the same dark bronze as the belt at the bottom. It was probably one of the prettiest things that Kat had ever worn in her life, but it was also as practical as she could hope for in a dress.

Tying off the belt, Katlego nodded to the impatient Rhamnousiath, who bent down and allowed her rider to climb upon her back for the short walk down to the Hatching Sands, where both bowed deeply to the adult Queen and her rider, Rhamnousiath visibly excited as she kept sneaking peeks at the rocking eggs from around the form of the larger female, Katlego not even trying to hide her eyeroll or amused fondness for her dragon. "Let us know if you need our services, Weyrwoman Ariaceli. We will help in any capacity you need us to." Katlego said as she slipped back down once more, smoothing her hands self consciously over her dress and taking up a stance just behind and to the side of Ariaceli, while Rhamnousiath tried her best to look regal as she stumbled a little on the walk behind Mallitorioth, her huge, heavy paws dragging a little and her odd shape making her gait more lumbering even in comparison to the elegant elder Queen.



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It was time, it was finally time.

Yuyukima had not slept most of the night, or several nights previous, knowing that the call to come to the hatching sands could come at any time and wanting to be prepared for it. If that meant losing a little sleep then she would gladly, happily sacrifice some rest and relaxation. The little party with some of the other candidates the night before had been fun and it had meant she could talk to some of the others about their feelings in regards to the Hatching and get out some of her own fears over the situation.

Then the Queen's voice had echoed through her mind in the very earliest hours of the morning, a time when most of the individuals of the weyr were probably still asleep, but Yu herself hadn't been able to with all her anxious happiness and she had instead gone out to watch the sun rise and get an idea of the weather patterns for that day. She had giggled out loud and spread her arms to the sky, whooping loudly and probably scaring a small flock of sea birds before turning and running back inside to quickly change into the candidate robes that had been provided for her upon her arrival at the Island.

Since she still had no roommate, Yu stripped right in the middle room and threw on the robes, easy to do since there was little there but a shapeless shift of fabric. She wondered for a second whether she should tie on a belt or anything, but it would take time she didn't want to waste to find one, so instead she just turned and exited her room to join the other candidates.

The lift down to the Hatching grounds seemed to take forever to reach its destination and Yu found herself rocking from side to side and even humming under her breath a couple of times without meaning to, stopping quickly whenever she saw another candidate looking pointedly at her. Finally they arrived and Yu was one of the first to exit, stumbling slightly on her way out, but she had composed herself by the time they'd all actually reached the sands and performed a passable bow to the Queens and their riders before taking her place in the line of candidates. It looked like some of the eggs were already getting incredibly close to hatching, and Yu squealed just a bit under her breath, standing up on her tip toes to try and see over the top of the candidates in front of her.

"That one looks almost hatched! Its the Soaring Gyrfalcon Egg, right? Can anyone tell?"
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 Posted: Feb 27 2018, 04:59 AM
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We’nell of Jasper Veroschkath
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We’nell was having a very strange dream. In it, she was a character from one of the novels she and Veroschkath had been reading, but she was also herself, albeit with her old name, and another of the book’s characters was there too, only it was also simultaneously Veroschkath, and poor sort-of-Weronell couldn’t understand how that could be, since she was still called Weronell and Veroschkath therefore shouldn’t be born yet. The dream was following an abridged version of the book’s plot, and since she knew how the book went, she kept having a strange feeling of premonition, of knowing what would happen just before it happened, and it was very disconcerting.

She woke with a start when a semi-familiar voice filled her head. So much louder and more powerful than Vero’s, Mallitoriorth’s voice always seemed unpleasantly heavy to We’nell, especially as an alarm. She wriggled under her furs, reminding herself that she was indeed We’nell, not Weronell, and that Vero was right there, coming towards her as a faint silhouette in the gloom. The dragon’s nose butted against her chest and We’nell wrapped her hands around the snout, enjoying the solidity of it.

And then she heard the humming coming from her dragon’s chest, and from the chest of her firelizard and made sense of Mallitoriorth’s words, and she realised what was happening. All foggy sleepiness was gone in an instant as We’nell leapt out of bed, and hurried to dress, grabbing the first items she came across as she fumbled around blindly in her drawers; Vero had turned the light on and dazzled We’nell. With truly impressive speed, she got herself decent, ran a brush through her hair a few times and slipped on some sandals, and then literally ran from her room to the hatching room, Vero trotting along behind her and Cirrus flapping beside her.

The eggs were already shaking violently by the time the pair arrived, catching the pair by surprise - was that normal? There had only been a few tremors when We’nell had arrived as a candidate to Vero’s hatching, which had built gradually into more energetic activity until the shells cracked. Maybe Mallitoriorth had just left it longer to call the Weyr this time. In any case, it looked as though there wouldn’t be much time to find a seat before the first hatchling was out. We’nell scanned the stands quickly, in case any of her closer friends were already here, but she didn’t spot any. The only people that she knew well-ish were already out on the Sands - there was fellow weyrling Katlego, who obviously had an important role to play because she was with Ariaceli, and her good friend the candidate, Soraya. Seeing the candidate wave, We'nell waved back enthusiastically and gave the girl two thumbs up to wish her good luck. There was no more time to waste though, and We’nell decided just to sit with her dragon, rather than to find a separate spot for herself. She quickly hopped onto Vero’s back and let herself be carried up to the dragon ledges. Once there, Vero lay down, feline-like, and We’nell slid off. Cirrus settled on to the top of Vero's head, and We'nell sat beside the dragon, hugging her knees in excitement. She had a good view from up here; everyone and everything looked rather small, sure, but she could still make everything out clearly. She crossed her fingers and wished success for her friends.




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Cyrene lay curled in someone else’s bed, her arm flung out over the chest of a young man. Anyone might have assumed they were lovers, and yet both were fully-dressed, albeit in very casual clothing, and both lay on top of the covers, rather than under them. More tellingly, perhaps, both were well-known to be homosexual, so their pairing seemed rather unlikely. Sure enough, the pair were not lovers in the slightest, but merely very good friends. Cyrene had befriended the beastcrafter shortly after being thawed out, and the two had become thick of thieves. Knowing that Cyrene was struggling with excess excitement while waiting for the hatching, the man had invited her to his quarters to play cards, but they’d ended up chatting for a while about life and love until Cyrene, deeply affected by so many candlemarks of missed sleep, had quite simply dozed off. Unwilling to wake her, he’d waited for her to get up of her own accord, and ended up falling asleep himself.

Now, though, three things were waking Cyrene up at once. First, her friend’s alarm went off - he always got up early to tend the herds - second, a loud mindvoice bloomed in her mind, shouting something about strong children, and third, a much more familiar, much more welcome mindvoice was nattering at her Cyrene! Hatching! Hatching! Hatching! Hatching!... Yahtoaandaleeth, back in their shared room, was already starting to make his own way to the hatching room. He wouldn’t let a silly, sleepy rider make him miss the start of the hatching.

“Hatching!” Cyrene repeated, blurting the word out. Her beastcrafter friend rubbed his eyes. He had heard Mallitoriorth too, but it didn’t matter - his animals didn’t care about a dragon hatching and demanded feeding all the same. Having ascertained this, Cyrene didn’t hang around a moment later. Thanking her lucky stars that she was dressed, she scooped up her very indignant glidelizard from the bedside table and hurtled out of the man’s room, sprinting towards the Sands and maintaining a quick pace until she’d reached it. The room was already filling up when she arrived, panting hard, and she looked around to see Andy already settled on a high ledge, waving to her enthusiastically. He had found himself his own perch for the time being, though no doubt he’d soon be joined by other dragons, and Cyrene ran into the stands to find a seat for herself.

Once settled, Cyrene finally allowed herself to take in the room. It was hot and noisy, and the eggs were already shaking vigorously. Good, good, everything was going as it should. Everything felt right. A slow smile spread over the young woman’s face as she leant back against the stand, her chest still heaving with exhaustion. Finally, in response to the gentle-but-not-gentle-enough biting on her palm, Cyrene opened her hand and let little Dusk look around. She couldn’t help but laugh as the tiny Dusk raised her hand and began a tiny, barely audible hum of her own, and she ran a hand down the tourmaline’s back.




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Avital had only managed to fall asleep two candlemarks previously. He didn’t usually suffer with insomnia, mostly because he exhausted himself with work before even trying to sleep, but this evening, no matter how tired he got, he couldn’t seem to shake the tension that plagued him. Finally, finally he could keep his eyes open no more and crawled under his covers to sleep, and now, what seemed like instantly, his head was full of a dragon’s voice. “Couldn’t sharding wait till lunch time.” He grumbled to himself as he sat up, ill-tempered with fatigue. His movement disturbed his canine, who had been sleeping beside his bed, and now the animal whined at the irregularity of it all. Was something wrong to make his master so restless?

Avital got up unwillingly and soothed the dog with a few calming words. He pulled his trousers and shirt on over the underwear he’d been wearing to sleep in, not rushing, and scratched his cheeks; he wanted to shave, but it would have to wait. Once he was dressed, albeit rather more scruffily than usual, he commanded Watchman to stay behind and headed out. He walked at a brisk but unhurried pace towards the Sands, and arrived at a time when, in his estimation, about half the likely attendees were already there. He assessed the situation with a swift, practiced eye. The eggs were shaking well, which in his experience promised a quick, explosive hatching, and both the queens already present looked relatively relaxed. Things seemed to be going as well as could be expected, though Avital would not be content until the hatchlings were out and Impressed, and he’d gotten a chance to see the state of them.

The excitement in the air was palpable, and Avital didn’t blame people for feeling that way, even if he was rather more pessimistic about the coming clutch. He picked his way through the crowd, looking pointedly at people who blocked his path until they got out of his way, and trying not to sigh in exasperation at them. He didn’t want to spoil people’s enjoyment of the occasion, but he wasn’t feeling at his most patient at that moment in time. Finally he made it to the edge of the Sands, and there he stood, as near to the action as he could be without actually stepping out onto the sand. He didn’t bow to the the weyrwomen, but he did raise his eyebrows in a quick gesture of greeting, his expression otherwise still. Candidates were still streaming in, some looking nervous, some looking excited, some looking hopelessly over-confident. Well, it didn’t really matter how any of them felt; as long as they didn’t do anything stupid, the dragons would find the one they wanted regardless. He watched them with a hawk-like expression, gaunt and pale from sleeplessness, as they took up their places.

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Cyrene, 19yo female wingrider of Blue Yahtoaandaleeth
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 Posted: Feb 27 2018, 08:22 AM
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Allana and Aidan

She had always been a light sleeper, particularly after thread had begun falling. With danger coming from the sky itself, Allana had needed to be up, awake and coherent in moments. Thankfully she had adapted quickly, and although ti was not exactly easy to raise herself out of the deeper slumber of early mornings, she had done so at Mallitorioth’s call.

The time had come, the dragons were ready.

She rose from her bed, not hurried by nervousness, but moving with purpose. The last few nights she had left the white hatching robe ready and close to hand, and she grabbed it and tossed it on, putting a looped belt over it and tucking it up so it didnt get in her way. She could not afford to stumble over it during the hatching. With that thought she reached for a hairband and tied her hair back from her face in a ponytail. After a few moments she was finally ready, and she set out along the corridor. Her brother joined her in the hallway, his hair a mess of curls, and his white robe not as white as she remembered it had been in the beginning. He had simply worn it almost constantly for almost a week, something about being prepared at any moment.

“Its finally here! The hatching!” He bounced on his toes.

“Aidan, are you barefoot? You at least need sandals!” Allana sighed, exasperated, but before she could turn back to retrieve some for him, he held up a pair he had in his other hand.

“I know, I know, I was just in such a hurry! We cant be late!” He proceeded to hop on one foot then the other to put his sandles on as the walked briskly towards the Hatching room, trailing other candidates.

“What about your firelizard?” She asked skepticly.

Aidan rubbed the back of his neck selfconsciously. “I… may have locked her in the closet with as much food and blankets as I could find. He’s just so… possessive I was worried she might try to quarrel with any hatchlings that came close.”

Allana nodded at that but then cocked her head in confusion. “Couldnt she just… between her way to you if she wanted?” Allana’s clinklizard had barely stirred other than to whine she was leaving him, but a few tasty meat morsels had kept him occupied long enough for her to slip out.

He shrugged. “Probably, but Im not sure she knows how to control it that well yet. Besides, she doesnt quite know where I am.” Which was for the best. It was going to be an interesting experience for Aidan to have a dragonet and a gold firelizard at the same time.


Aidan had indeed worn his hatching robe several days in a row, but this night he had not been asleep. One week was the approximate time it took dragons to hatch after they hardened, and this was the week marker. So he had been ready, even prepared to stay up as long as necessary, even if that meant multiple days. But bodies do not always obey their minds, and Mallitorioth’s message had found him in an odd doze, which he had had to come flailing out of. It took him far too long to get his bearings and stumble out of bed. He was lucky he had remembered to grab shoes at all.

But now that he was more awake, and he was very much awake, he and Allana were heading to the hatching room.

“I’ve waited for this for so long..” he said under his breath.

Allana shot a glance at him and smiled an odd mix of fondness and amusement. “We’ve been waiting for hardly more than a month Aidan.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “You know what I mean!”

She sobered. She knew. He had wanted the dragons to return ever since he was a little kid. Well now they sure had, but she wondered if it was really worth the cost. Allana replied quietly, “Let’s not waste our opportunity then.”

They arrived among the steady stream of candidates and other Star Island occupants. The hatching was already starting, though it didnt look like any eggs had hatched quite yet. Good, not too late then.

Allana grabbed Aidan’s arm and towed him to the side, away from the other candidates. She wanted to keep him safe during this hatching. Neither of them could afford to allow distractions to put them in danger, and as much as she loved him, she didnt trust him to not get distracted.

Aidan let her tow him along as he gawked openly at everything and nearly tripped over his own feet in excitement.

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So’sthen and Hnedoneth

Being the son of a Farmcrafter, So’sthen was used to rising early. So when the hatching call went out, So’sthen was up and out the door almost before Hnedoneth had uncoiled himself. He abruptly started the hum which accompanies most hatchings, although this wasnt the full blown thing.

Together they raced through the corridors and arrived just as the first eggs were cracking. So’sthen sent Hnedoneth to the stands and then approached the candidates.
“I know we spent weeks talking and training about this, but now is the time. Try not to be too close together, or get in anyone else’s way. Do not stand in a hatchlings path! Try to keep as much control over yourself if you can, I know it will be hard with all the emotion, but do your best!”

With that he too withdrew to the stands and watched this group of candidates brave their greatest trial.

He hoped to the stars he had prepared them enough.
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Lyra and Aloheth

“Lyra! Lyra! The hatching!”

Lyra jerked up out of bed with a near screech of surprise. She had slept through the gold’s plea in a deep sleep, but her dragons mind voice and literal nose in her face were enough to awaken her. She fell out of her bed, barely aware of what was going on except for the crooning, humming noise which Aloheth had begun to make. Oh, the hatching. She couldnt miss that!

With a muttered curse she tugged on some clothes in the near complete darkness and then scrambled from her room likely looking like some unruly child who hadnt had a bath in days. She checked twice on the way to make sure that yes she was wearing pants and this was not a dream.

When she arrived, she and Aloheth sprang into the sands like wherries were nipping their behinds. And finally settled to watch.
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Kiraya Jakos of White Pearl Eusabvieth
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Excited yells from a certain dragon and his rider echoed through the skies of Pern. The merchant Kiraya Jakos and her dragon Eusabvieth swooped through the skies, thrilled and excited looks on their faces. Today was none other than the day of the hatching, after all! The thought of new dragons going to hatch from their eggs and finding their partners excited them even more. Eusabvieth dove down from the sky, ready to land at the entrance of the hatching room while Kiraya kept shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Whoohoo! Can you believe it, Eusab?!" She shouted, turning to the white pearl, who nodded enthusiastically at this. "We're going to witness, for the first time, the hatching of dragons! Whoohoo!" Kiraya never got to come to the Touching, since she was top busy selling her wares, but she had finally found the time to come to the Hatching and witness the dragonets hatch from their eggs. Eusabvieth chuckled at his master's excitement. Yeah, I can see that. He told his rider, who continued to shout in an excited manner.

All the excited screams dissipated when they finally arrived at the hatching room. Both looked around, jaws hanging in awe at how many people there were in the hatching room already. "Holy cow, Eusab... look! Too many people!" She exclaimed, then pointed to the candidates. "And look! The candidates! There they are!"

Eusabvieth chuckled and rolled his eyes. Yeah, yeah, let's just go find somewhere to sit, shall we? He told his rider, then started walking up to the seats. Kiraya spotted a familiar face in the crowd, poking Eusabvieth. "Let's go! We'nell! She's over there! Let's go sit with her!" After she had said that, both rider and dragon made their way towards the younger girl, with Kiraya waving her hands in the air for her friend to see.

"We'nell! We'nell~!"



Eijo'vikos of Blue Daegnyth
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I could clearly hear my brother and Eusabvieth and his rider's excited yells from here, Were the first words the blue dragon had mumbled as he and Eijo'vikos made their way to the hatching room. A small chuckle escaped Eijo'vikos lips as he let his dragon continue. He's just too excited for anything, eh? Especially his rider, Kiraya. Looks like they haven't ever seen a real hatching before.

Hey, now, you should take it easy on them. The male patted his dragon's back, who nudged him softly as a response. How about you? Have you ever seen a real hatching before? Hmm? He asked the blue dragon. Daegnyth shook his head in response. Look, don't get me wrong, master, I'm really excited for the hatching. I really am. But waking up so very early in the morning isn't really my forte. He started to explain, before yawning and wagging his tail slowly. Both had woken up too early in the morning just to witness the hatching. No wonder Daegnyth was this tired.

Eijo'vikos chuckled softly and shook his head. Once both arrived at the hatching room, both marveled at the amount of people in the area. "You can sleep on my lap once we find a seat. Now come, Dae." He told the blue as he guided him to an area where there were fewer people.

"Anyway, what could go wrong, right?



Lailie of Green Gaivath
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My, my, how exciting! The green Gaivath cheers with excitement on her voice as she turns her head around the hatching room. Lailie was right beside her, running a finger through her hair. Can you believe it, Lailie? The eggs are going to hatch and new dragons are going to emerge! The candidates are going to have a good time!

The wingrider could only nod, though deep inside she could feel the same enthusiasm her dragon was having. Well, we can't just be sitting here. We gotta get outta here and have a full view of the hatching. She said, standing up from the spot she was sitting on. She then looked over to Gaivath. Let's go, Gai. The eggs are to hatch soon and you know you don't want to miss it.

Both Lailie and Gaivath were finally walking into the seats, with Lailie turning her head left and right to try to find her sister. She just wanted to see how she was doing. A grin flashed across her face when she saw Ariaceli and her dragon nearby. She signalled for her dragon to follow her towards Ariaceli and Mallitorioth, who followed her.

The red-haired wingrider walked up to Ariaceli, a large grin on her face. "Good day, sister." She greeted the other woman, waving at Mal. She turned back to her younger sister, nodding at the eggs. "Exciting, isn't it? The eggs are going to hatch any minute now." She hadn't really been close to her sister, but she at least wanted to strike a conversation with her. Maybe they could grow even more closer than before.

Gaivath, meanwhile, walked up to Mallitorioth, with a soft smile on her face. Greetings, Mallitorioth." She said to the gold, standing next to the taller dragon.

Pleasant day we have, am I right? The eggs are about to hatch and no one wants to miss it.

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Ekatarine was not a heavy sleeper at the best of times. There was no particular reason for her fitful sleep, except that that was just how she was as a person. She didn't seem to need as much sleep as other people. She had been awake, book propped up on her knees as she sat reading in bed. The text would have been considered dull and dry by most people's standards, but Ekatarine was delighted in the information it shared. She'd found it stuffed behind some other books in the record room, and it had been dusty enough and untouched enough to pique her interest. She'd greedily devoured it, heedless of the candlemark. Next to her on her bedside table, her candidate's robes shone brightly in the light she was using to read by. She had paid attention during her lessons, and knew that any moment the eggs could hatch. The book was a good way to pass the time, and indeed, when the call finally came, as though out of the blue, Ekatarine found herself reluctant to close it. With a soft whump, she did, and reverentially laid it on the table beside her before she tugged her robe out of its neat folded state and threw it on the bed. Silently she changed into it, leaving her bedclothes on the bed, although far less neatly folded than her robe had been. The sandals too were well placed, and Tarry managed to kick them onto her feet as she sprinted for the door. The only problem was with the lift to take her down to the sands. It was... just so slow, and it aggravated the candidate who otherwise was showing surprising decorum. There were plenty others on the lift as well, so Tarry doubted she would be late, but still. It felt as though the lift should have joined in on the palpable excitement that ran through the entire compound, now that it was buzzing with life even in these early candlemarks of the morning. Finally the lift chimed a high note, which Tarry also felt was out of character for the time, and the doors slid open.

Everyone poured out of the lift, Weyrfolk, Crafters, Candidates, Riders, all of them streaming toward the sands, and Tarry was carried along with them. She stopped for the briefest moment outside the door, wishing she had brought her notebook with her, even if she knew it was a bad idea. She felt naked without it. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her way back into the throng of people and was swept into the sands, where she found plenty of her fellow candidates. Ekatarine gave a quick bow to the two Weyrwomen and their golds, and hurried along to a spot in between some of the others. She'd been just in time to catch So'sthen's little last minute reminder, and she took a step away from the others, leaving plenty of room between her and the closest person. Quickly, she turned around to look behind her and spotted We'nell. She gave the Jasperrider a quick wave, before hurriedly turning her attention back to the sands. From what she knew, it wouldn't do to look away for longer than a moment, as she might miss the hatching of the first baby. So far, it looked like she was lucky and that nothing more than a few shards had fallen off of The Gyrfalcon Egg. The girl next to Ekatarine was clearly very excited, and Tarry remembered something vague about her name, although she was starting to feel the excitement and thrill herself, and her memory, for once, was failing her. "Yeah, that's The Gyrfalcon Egg. It looks like it's gonna be the first one to hatch. I can't tell what's under the shell, though. It keeps trying to push out, but the shell's still in the way I think." Ekatarine wasn't the smallest, but only by the tiniest little bit. She was small, and it was lucky that she was standing at the front of the crowd, because otherwise she'd be totally unable to see anything that was going on around them. Ekatarine sucked in a deep breath as The Gyrfalcon Egg gave a particularly violent shudder, but still, nothing else happened. Some of the other eggs were looking promising as well, but none as far along as The Gyrfalcon Egg.

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Haelkathzyriem was asleep and snoring very loudly. Arc was curled up on his chest happily, or as happily as he could be while asleep. All three of his felines were curled up around his head. All of them didn't mind Hael's snoring. They purred as they slept and kept him nice and warm, all of them being very fluffy. The first part of the message about the hatching drifted through Hael's dream, but he didn't wake up. It was Arc who woke him up, digging his little claws into Hael's bare chest with excitement and not realizing that he was causing Hael some pain.

"Ow!" That work Hael up quickly, and he was awake enough to catch the last part of the message. He hadn't heard it all, but he knew what it had to mean. He dressed hurriedly and made sure that Arc, Socks, Chikchik, and Boo were all safely snuggled in bed. He didn't want to take any of them to the sands, although he debated with Arc. The glide lizard was very calm even when things got hectic. But it was best not to, and Hael realized that. He didn't want something to happen to the glide lizard. Firelizards could fly away, but glide lizards couldn't between or anything like that, from what he knew, so he didn't want to put Arc in harms way. He left them all behind snuggled up on his bed as he walked quickly toward the sands. His legs were long, but he was still tired from being woken up, so he didn't want to run. He reached the sands quick anyway.

He bowed to the queen and her rider at the other end of the sands and took his place behind the others. He was really tall, and Hael didn't want to get in anyone's way. He didn't want other people to get hurt either, but if it meant he had to take a blow that'd injure him, he'd push the others out of the way. The first egg was already hatching, or starting to, from the look of it, and Hael felt the first bit of excitement.




Ottyllia sat up right away. She'd been dreading this moment. From her side, Champion made an unhappy sound. The hatching call had woke both of them up, but while Tilly felt dread, her fire lizard, even though he was barely out of the shell, felt the rising excitement and began to zoom around the room. Tilly had to catch him, although there was no chance of her leaving him behind once she caught him. He clung to her arm with a very determined look in his eye, and Tilly gave up before she even began. It was hard to change into her robe with how much she was shaking and with Champion clinging to her arm, but she did. She then had to run all the way to the sands, Champion holding on. She had her sandals in her other hand, and dropped them on the ground when she got next to the entrance to the sands. Other people were coming too, and she had to stay out of their way until she got her sandals secure. Then she hurried into the sands.

At least this time the gold queen Mallitorioth wasn't right next to the sands. That didn't do much to make Tilly feel any better. This whole thing was like a nightmare for her. The idea that baby dragons would come out of the eggs was terrifying and she didn't really want to be here. But this was the only way her brother would get treatment here, and Tilly swallowed her fear and bowed to the queen and her rider before hurrying off and standing off to the side, looking around to see if she knew anyone else. Cael wasn't around yet, and Tilly felt her heart jump. She hoped her friend would be here. He was a candidate, and she wanted to see him. He would probably be able to make her feel better, although Champion was trying his best. The fire lizard was curled around her neck, wings out and covering her chest, head on her shoulder. He was humming with the dragons and it was a very pretty sound, which Tilly hated to admit.

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Candidate Soraya

Sleep it seemed, had been a precious commodity. One that soraya had gotten preciously little off between her stint with Pix and the pre-hatching jitters. She had finally fallen asleep, exhaustion claiming her, as a rather awkward half slumped position at the small writing desk in her room. It was Pix going crazy that woke her up, sleepy eyed and with a crick in her neck .

Moments later the Firelizards excitement was given voice by the weyrwomans gold. She nearly tripped over her chair getting up, pinwheeling her arms for balance before steadying herself on the desk. The candidate robes already hung at the ready and she took her time sliding into them. Rushing would only make it take longer because of limbs fouled in the fabric.

Meanwhile Pix was keeping up an excited firelizard commentary and it took her quite a few moments to get the young green to stay were she was and not follow. She didn't want to anger malithorioth by bringing the excitable young creature amongst other potentially fragile younger creatures. Though she could hardly imagine any dragon as fragile.

She made decent time getting to the hatching sands. Already one of the eggs was rocking almost violently and chips of eggshell were flying off. She was right on time for the first dragon to hatch it seemed and she let out a sigh of relief as she hurried into the line of candidates forming by the gold.

She couldn't help but keep craning her neck at the eggs while she waited her turn, feeling herself lose her patience. But then finally she stood before the gold, sketched her bow and hurried onto the sands and into the loose semi cirkel of candidates. She didnt' know what to expect other than what So'sten had told them. She'd just have to be quick on her feet and it would be fine.

She scanned the stands for the familiar faces of V'nin and We'nell, giving a little nervous wave when she spotted them before focussing on the eggs in earnest, swallowing a little and rubbing her hands in a nervous gesture.

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Candidate Pelantyr

It was always a good idea to exhaust the body if the mind was restless. Atleast that was what his father usually claimed and Pelantyr had seen the wisdom of those words. It was why he had been sleeping quite soundly the past days despite the hatching jitters. On the other hand, he also woke up with a platora of muscle aches each morning from his effort to exert himself.

Still, his stay at the compound had done him good, he had gained weight and the exercises had put some muscle on him, which he was quite proud of to be completely truthful. Still when the call came he was far from ready for it, nearly tripping over his blanket getting out of bed, fouling his legs and nearly faceplanting on the ground.

He ran a hand across his face, forced himself to calm down and then went to dress in the traditonal candidate robes. He didn't quite know what purpose they served, but they were appearantly tradition and he didn't want to be kicked off the sands for not wearing them,

So he found himself at the hatching chamber, looking around at the slowly filling stands, the enormous golden dragon and of course the rapidly cracking and splintering eggs. The latter lit a fire under him to get in line as soon as possible an he quickly sketched weyrwoman and gold a bow when it was his turn.

The first thing he did was pinpoint his sisters location on the sands, then took up an unobtrusive position nearby were he could keep an eye on both her and the eggs.
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There was no one to hear AIVAS chuckle to itself quietly in the Mainframe Room. The lights there were dark, and only the main screen was lit, flickering with a dizzying array of images. Records of hatchings long past. The machine seemed to be content to watch and bide its time. If there had been anyone there to listen, the chuckling might have seemed somewhat odd. After all, AIVAS was a machine. Or perhaps the Religious Crafters had a point. It didn't matter, not really. The soft-spoken voice of AIVAS rose in the room, talking to none other than itself. "Ah, what a happy time this might be. Oh, look. Here they come."




The Gyrfalcon Egg, the attention of the entire Weyr that was in attendance, was rocking quite spectacularly now. It was swelling in areas, and then the added surface area would retreat, only to be replaced by another swelling in another area. There was no doubt that there were signs of life in that egg, and for just a moment, the shell parted far enough for an eye, bright and nearly glowing, to be seen, before the shell fragments came back together, stuck on the tough membrane that kept the inner egg safe from harm. All of a sudden, there was a noise like wet hide being slapped against stone, and a wing, the clawed ends having done their job, ripped through the membrane and sent the fragments of the egg spinning in all directions. The wing was very obviously brown, the color an odd, pale pinkish brown that nevertheless spoke of the rank with clarity. It was only the top of the wing that protruded, most of the rest of it was pinned inside of the egg still, trapped like the occupant, despite his noble attempts at escape. The egg rolled to the side, wing flailing, although luckily the egg was close enough to its neighbor, The Arctic Fox Egg, to stop and ever so gently tap the second egg. The Arctic Fox egg seemed to nearly jump, the sand under it shifting so that it too rolled a little way away, although it stopped much faster than its sibling's egg had. The brown inside of The Gyrfalcon Egg was still stuck, and its only course of action seemed to be to withdraw its wing and try again.

While this drama was taking place, more of the eggs were catching up to the Gyrfalcon Egg. The Horned Narwhal Egg was next, but its hatching seemed to go a lot more smoothly than its brother's hatching. The first thing visible were not cracks on this egg, but claws, raking the egg open as if the dragonet inside was desperate for release. The egg seemed to crumple under the onslaught of the dragonet inside, and instead of The Gyrfalcon producing the first dragonet, as everyone had expected, it was The Horned Narwhal Egg that spilled a green out onto the sands. She stood up at once, shaking herself, and right at the start, a few things were highly irregular. Gasps from the crowd, from the candidates, from the dragons, they all mingled together as the large green, far too large it seemed to fit into such a small egg, took her first wobbling steps forward. But that wasn't what really caused such a stir. Larger than average was not something to gasp at, but rather an oddity that was known. What wasn't known was what rested upon the green's head where her headknobs should have been. Might have been? There were two sets, or maybe just one and the other set was something else, like a curlyhorn's horns, which they certainly seemed to resemble. The green seemed not to notice the strange whispers which were rising, and instead turned her attention to the candidates, body swaying oddly as her short legs, at least in proportion to the rest of her, started to carry her awkwardly toward them.

The spotlight was not to be stolen, as another egg, this time The Antlered Moose Egg, seemed to once again gain speed. It was the first egg that had felt the call of its surrogate mother, and had started the whole process. It had not stopped moving, but this time it seemed to really be determined to prove itself. The top of the shell caved in slightly, and then buckled a little more before it was pushed open. A head poked out of the top, followed by the front half of a dragon's body. The remnants of The Antlered Moose Egg tipped over, and the second brown dragonet inside slipped rather gracefully, all told, from the inside of the egg, pulling his tail out last and swing it from side to side. Thick gooey strands of egg membrane dripped from his body and were flung as he shook himself, his tail flicking the last little bit away into the sands as he stretched. While there had been whispers about the green, there was silence with the brown, at least to start. Then the whispers picked back up even more intently, What was he? A brown? He had brown, but he also had white. So much white, and his headknobs too.. like the green's, but also not at all. Would they all be like this? What had happened to them? With such odd headknobs on both the green, and the brown, who sported branching headknobs unlike anything anyone had seen, would they even be able to impress? The brown seemed to be far more sensitive to the whispers, and stopped in his tacks as they started, head turning this way and that, following different people for a few moments before his attention would snap to someone else. Even if eye contact was made, no impression happened. There was certainly something odd about the hatched brown. Ever so slowly, he started moving again, head still following the whispers, and sometimes not even that, but rather the most intense looks on people's faces.

As the hatched brown reached the candidates, he paused again, head swaying back and forth, the impressive set of headknobs he sported making his gait a little unseemly, but nothing like his odd-ball sister who was wandering around, not quite heading for the candidates, but also not quite... not heading for the candidates. The brown seemed to have more focus than the green, and although he would turn his head to follow each person he passed, there didn't seem to be any hesitation in his steps. They were quick and neat, and he seemed to have more poise than was expected of other hatchlings. A hopeful sign that maybe there wouldn't be that many injuries in this clutch, and the brown, to start at least, seemed to be on the right path. It was one candidate in particular that he stopped, although he didn't make eye contact with him, not right away. The sound that came could be heard only by that one individual that the dragonet stood in front of. It was deep, it was visceral, and it was somehow kind. You. They... are all very loud, you understand. I can hear them all. They whisper one thing to each other, but think many other things. But you are different. I can hear you more clearly than them. You sound like... a drop of water, so loud you drown them out. I appreciate that. That means you are for me, Aidan. I am Fjallth, and I have been so for quite some time, I believe, although I do not think that was always who I was. That does not matter, for I am Fjallth now, and you are to be with me forevermore. The dragonet who called himself Fjallth looked up into the eyes of his rider, a rainbow bursting forth. It is good to meet you, Aidan. I believe you too have been waiting a very long time for this.




Brown Fjallth of Aidan (Dreamer)


.../Character Name///: Fjallth
.../Name Meaning///: From The Rough Hill
.../Character Age///: 0
.../Character Birth Turn///: 3361
.../Character Birth Season///: Winter


.../Character Picture///: user posted image


.../Character Rank///: Brown


.../Character Codes///: ffffff, af5600, 7d3e00, 512800, 491b00, 29170c
.../Character Appearance///: When Fjallth hatched, there was quite a stir. Was he a chimera? No, that was not the case. Fjallth simply displays extreme piebaldism, although not quite the most extreme. Still, there is not much brown on his hide, and far more white. his hide is about sixty to sixty five percent white and the rest is patterned brown. The brown appears in four lines on his wings. One appears on the bottom of his wings, and then the other on the back of his wings. Two stripes of brown per wing. The edges of these stripes, where they butt up against the white on Fjallth's hide, are clean, but the lines themselves are not straight. They twist and turn, wrap back around themselves and certainly do not mirror each other. Each edge of the brown is very individual. The brown is on Fjallth's wings, but also on his neck and head, as well as speckled in patches on his legs and some of his tail. There are also smaller patches of white in some places within the brown, and these two have sharp edges. The background of the brown on Fjallth's hide is very dark. It has some color too it, but it's so deep that it it difficult to say that it is vibrant. Overlaying this very dark brown are many different shades of brown. Some are very grey, and a few have some sort of vibrancy to them, although none of them by much. All of these browns coalesce into many different yet similar shapes. Many, many of these shapes appear overlaying one another. When looked at closely the shapes that from a distance look very jumbled, become what look live leaves. They vary in size and shape, although there are certain shapes that will appear over and over. These do vary in position and size. Overlaying all of these markings, and appearing only on the brown portion of Fjallth's hide, a very pale light brown, close to white but not quite, swirls around the white, never touching its edges, and gives the brown a rippling quality of movement to it. This pale brown is very hard to see, and most people do not notice it when they look at his hide. The pattern just gives slight movement to the only color on Fjallth's hide.

Fjallth is a big bulky boy and will remain so over his entire life. He will be long, around forty three feet all said and done, and he will have mass. Not all of that mass is muscle, though. Fjallth will be a voracious eater throughout his entire life, and will never lose the fat on his body that is present when he hatches. He isn't all fat. He'll be strong and steady, but he will also have enough fat to round out his form and make him soft looking. He has chubby cheeks and a thick heavy tail. and just a little bit extra all over. He won't have any health issues surrounding his extra weight, so it will be of no concern to him. His head is slightly elongated, but his muzzle is rounded and soft. There are no sharp edges to Fjallth. His wings are large and elongated in all directions, although not significantly. This is good because his extra weight means he will need that little bit of wing space. He won't any extra endurance or maneuverability because of his wing shape and size, but he will still be a very good flyer, and his ability to notice what is around him will mean he can find thermals easily and sustain himself in the air this way. He has a wide chest and wide hips. He has width as well as length to him. The most amazing thing about Fjallth is his set of headknobs. They are truly something spectacular to behold. They are incredibly large, and it's a good thing Fjallth has a big strong neck because he'll need those muscles to keep his head aloft with the magnificent headknobs he possesses. They start out in their normal place upon his head, but they branch forward as well as backwards. The backward branching is larger than the front branching but both are spectacular. From these branches, more branches appear, and they branch again, meaning Fjallth has fonts of points to his headknobs, which possibly has something to do with his ability to hear human thought from humans that are not his rider. His headknobs extend upwards quite a bit, and by themselves are about half as tall as Fjallth is. The front branches only extend up about a quarter of the back branch, but even these are large. Fjallth will love having his headknobs strokes and it has a very calming affect on him.
.../Character Personality///: Complex is the very best word to describe Fjallth. While he is easily near, or more probably, far beyond genius level intelligence, he is quiet and contemplative, enjoying the act of listening far more than the act of talking. His words often have little to do with the conversation at hand, at least on the surface. Dig deeper, and Fjallth's words are usually full of unexpected wisdom and insight. He is a peaceful dragon, and exceedingly tolerant. Despite his often unexpected revelations, he is almost never lost in the clouds, so to speak, and is highly attentive to everything that is going on around him. He is absorbing everything and could be called all-knowing, although he certainly doesn't know all. He is a gentle sort, careful in his movements and doesn't like to waste any energy. He has a special liking for the odd or unusual. Given his own appearance, this is to be expected. Fjallth is a dragon who always had a kind word or a gentle and yet encouraging nudge for those who need it. It can be hard to communicate with Fjallth, given the wide gap in intelligence between him and even quite intelligent people. His rider will be of use here, able to translate from Fjallthian to general Pernese for the layman. The general qualities of a brown do apply to Fjallth, but with slight variations. He is most assuredly steadfast. His ideals are good and proper and he will stand by them. Loyalty to those around him is an absolute for him, but if he feels that one of those around him needs to change in some way, he will tell them. He will not be blunt about it, for Fjallth has quite a bit of tact, but he is not afraid of updating the opinions and thoughts of those around him. He is always happy to be the teacher, to expand the minds of those around him and that is the only time that he enjoys being in the spotlight. Fame isn't something that he seeks. He is generally quite content, turning his passions toward helping others. He is gentle and thoughtful, a true character to the rank of brown, for all that he can be as mystifying as he is clever.
.../Character Mindvoice///: Fjallth's voice is incredibly deep. It shakes the mind and even is low enough to make the soul tremble sometimes. It's not exactly hard to hear, but it is far more of a felt voice than a heard voice. It always holds kindness, though and even thought it initially can be a shock to hear it, most people soon become accustomed to it. Although Fjallth's words can be confusing, they tend to always bring comfort with them. His laughter is the curious thing, and luckily Fjallth will laugh often because he finds innocent humor and delight in many things. His laughter is far lighter in tone than the rest of his voice. While his voice hits in the chest, rattling the ribcage, his laughter sounds like the happy gurgle of a watery spring during the first thaw. Th joyous sounds of water beginning to flow. This sound is one that appears far more in the mind. It is a higher pitched sound, much in contrast with Fjallth's normal voice, but it holds the same sort of happiness that can be felt when Fjallth is speaking. No matter how Fjallth sounds, his words hold that same joy and love of life.


.../Individual Mutations///: N/A
.../Inheritable Mutations///: Piebaldism - Severe (Homozygous Recessive), Hear All Humans - Medium (Homozygous Recessive), Extended Headknobs - Severe (Homozygous Dominant)




"Oh, this is exciting." The voice of AIVAS came again, filling the Mainframe Room with an excitement that ran through everyone else on the sands. "I had missed this. I have missed them. But there is so much yet to do. There is so much that must be done, and these new dragonets, they are... so very different. Perhaps that is good, though. We shall have to see."
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Vatoz, Journeyman Healer/Candidate

At the sound of the Queen's voice, Vatoz had fallen out of bed, landing as a lump on the floor. He was a little disorintated for a moment, the sense of urgency strong. He was no stranger to being awoken at strange hours for an emergency, and he had half started towards the infirmary before he realized just exactly what was happening.

The eggs! They were hatching!

He darted back into his room, and changed quickly, pausing only to grab a klah candy from his dish. He didn't think he had time for a cup of klah, so this would have to do. He rushed down the hallway, careful not to run into anyone. He wasn't the only one.

Luckily, he made to the sands with time to spare, the eggs still unhatched as he entered the room. He bowed quickly to the golden Queen, and then took his place on the sands with the rest of the candidates. He glanced around briefly, checking his location to the eggs, noticing that several of them had been moved from where they were at the touching. He also noticed that The Soaring Gryfalcon egg looked like it might just hatch first, cracks already appearing, but that didn't mean it would.

Any of them could. And another one did. The first to hatch wasn't the gyrfalcon egg, but one of the others, and he looked at them in amazement. They seemed healthy enough, even with the unusual headknobs, but it would be interesting to see who they chose.

The brown that hatched reminded Vatoz of a canine that had been at the Healer's Hall. It had been a pet of one of the Masters, and the colors were very similar. They had no issues finding their person, and the first impression was made.



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--- Tobas ---

And then it started. The first thing to emerge was a brown wing from one of the eggs. While he was still struggling, though, a green burst out of one of the other eggs.

Tobas did not have the dragon experience to really understand what was "wrong" with her head knobs, but he did note they looked odd. She also had shorter legs.

He was thinking if he had to have a dragon, he wanted a blue, but green would be acceptable too. Brown...brown might be too much rider responsibility.

Speaking of, while the green considered the Candidates...perhaps she hadn't worked out who she wanted yet...a brown with large white markings also hatched. That, Tobas knew, wasn't normal. He didn't even notice that the piebald brown had the same odd headknobs as his sister.

But he was rather relieved to see the brown go to somebody, well, else. One down, sixteen to go. Hopefully.

--- Kaletha ---

And...oh, this was good. A brown wing appeared from one egg, but he was taking his time to Hatch.

But two more - two healthy dragonets were good, very good. Both had rather odd headknobs, which worried her a little. Especially as the green hesitated rather than Impressing.

Might be her green, she couldn't help but think.

The brown with white patches, though...a lot of white patches...went straight for Aidan.

So, whatever the thing with the headknobs was, it wasn't keeping them from Impressing, and that was all that mattered.

Could they Impress, fly, and flame Thread? That was all that mattered.

She kept most of her attention on the green, which she thought more likely to choose her than the stuck brown. Legs a little short, but she didn't think it would make it harder for her to take off.

So far, this was going fine.

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Kar'kaa leaned forward intently as the first egg hatched. His eyes widened in surprise at the green's intriguing headset; Surprise didn't really care, she was too busy enjoying the hatching, humming loudly to welcome the first hatchling. The next hatchling burst forth, large splotches of white nearly being mistaken for a chimera. But no, he was a piebald, much like fellow green Aloheth. He turned to Cyrene, and excited grin plain on his face. "Well, this is quite the surprise!" he said "Wonder if anyone was eggspecting this?" He spoke the last bit of his question loudly, and looked around expectantly with a silly opened mouthed smile.

Midotawth gave a small chuckle. Kar'kaa was true to his word on bringing every egg-related pun he knew to the Hatching. She turned to Yahtoaandaleeth, eyes whirling with amusement and joy and a happy rumble mixing with welcoming humming.

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Candidate Soraya - Mentions We'nell and V'nin

She practically beamed when her friend met her eyes and gave her a double thumbs up for good luck. She was also happy to see V'nin return her wave, though he seemed rather preoccupied. Not that she could blame him for that at all. He was on duty for anyone who got injured.

Her gaze returned to the sands just as quickly though. The gyrfalcon was kicking itself free but didn't seem able to get through their membrame. They seemed to be brown though...brown? or Jasper? She quickly shot another glance towards where We'nell had dissapeared off to with her dragon.

The first egg to actually fully hatch was the horned narwall, producing a large green, too large for her egg really. She even seemed a little dazed and she couldn't help but stare at the girls headknobs. She wasn't an expert on dragons, but she hadn't ever seen headknobs like those before. They were kind of pretty though.

Her limelight was stolen quickly enough though as another brown broke shell. Though this ones headknobs were just as odd and he was almost more white than brown. But again the dragonet was rather pretty. She didn't see anything wrong with its appearance.

He was quick enough to impress too. She didn't know the person he impressed to too well. She was sure she'd seen him during the classes though. First impression, good for him. 16 more chances. 16... felt oddly small odds though, but it was too early in the hatching to lose heart. Besides, watching the eggs hatch from so close was a rare treat in itself!.

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Candidate Pelantyr

The Gyrfalcon had been the second egg pelantyr had touched and he watched with a certain amount of fascination as the dragonet tried to kick itself free. It looked like a brown, though it was making rather littler headway in getting through the egg sack it was still trapped in. It made him feel a bit uneasy in a way. How long could a dragon go without air? what if it never freed itself and suffocated?.

He didn't get to dwell on it because two more eggs hatched in succession, both rather odd examples of their species, he didn't need the murmurs from the crowd to tell him that. But they were healthy.. atleast they seemed healthy. That was all that mattered right? healthy dragons fought thread. Who cared what they looked like.

The white patchwork brown impressed quickly enough from among the boys and he felt the slightest pang of jealousy that the dragon had passed him up. There were more dragons on the sands though and more eggs left to hatch.

Speaking off, His eyes returned to the struggling gyrfalcon, clenching his hands into fists and unclenching them. "Come on.... use your teeth and claws or something.." he muttered under his breath. Perhaps it was a bit odd to worry while the creature still seemed energetic and lively. But they couldn't afford to lose any dragons and the browns struggle still worried him.
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