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PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 11:20 am


Midday, just after the lunch break....

For as varied as the clutch was this time around - a fact Feynath seemed proud of - it was surprisingly well timed when the Queen shifted and cocked her head, listening to the tap-tap of hatchlings vying to open their shells. The eggs would begin to crack soon and the thrum of a Queen presiding over her clutch echoed through the halls and caverns, taken up by the other dragons until the Weyr buzzed with the energy of new life.

It was a joyous occasion, life after death, and while the routine had be upset by the murders and scandal and inevitable changes by a new Weyrleader, there was indeed reason to celebrate. Eirlyn seemed to be a better mood now, that hollow, aching expression when she was in private temporarily gone as the pride of a mother surged through her system and buoyed her up.

She's taken to living for her dragon, for Weyr, moreso then other Weyrwomen, caught up in her grief. She was commanding, fierce, beautiful, yes, but there was a marked loneliness to her as well. Still grieving and nursing a bitter hatred in her heart of hearts, Eirlyn was a woman changed by her experiences... and not entirely for the better.

Feynath, too, had changed, though less so. Far more protective and far more possessive of her bronzes, she'd snapped at several when bickering and posturing had broken out, even flexing her skills to order the males about more frequently then normal.

Tension was certainly thick in the air and the thrum of eggs cut through it like sun through raincloud as if breaking some sort of spell. Hatchings were festive times, reasons to relax and laugh and enjoy!

The Candidatemaster was hollering and gesturing for everyone to hurry and collect by the Sands, watching as several of the eggs already rocked in their place. Shoving robes at any youngster that reported, there was a brief wait for garments to be slung over head before they were pushed out onto the Sands. Every one of them knew the drill, and he shouted that reminder as well, hoping for the best.

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The Solid-As-A-Rock Egg - The size of a small Green egg, this darling is placed surprisingly centrally in the Clutch, though it appears to lean toward no egg in particular, despite the many larger eggs towering around it. Touching its sturdy shell really does give the impression that one is leaning on a rock, when combined with the slightly rough shell and the egg's dull gray color. The personality inside, however, is curious enough to be sensed after a moment. Who are you? Well, aren't you interesting. It hasn't met you before. How is Candidate training going? Yes, polite and friendly are two traits this egg gives off in spades, although it does seem a bit distant. Whether or not that distance is from the shell or is just part of the dragon is difficult to discern.

The Deceptively Delicate Egg - Touching this tiny black egg brings the concern that the shell is a bit thinner than usual and may mean trouble for the growing dragon inside. Why look, you can practically see straight thr-- A sharp lash of anger in your direction will quickly quell that idea. The dragon inside clearly takes offense to your-- and anyone else's-- belief that it is somehow weak. However, beyond the anger, or if you manage to avoid its wrath, there is a strong sense of drive to the little beast inside. Perhaps, if you can't understand that appearances mean nothing, it will just have to find someone who does.

The Critically Condescending Egg - Oh, you're a Candidate? Well, isn't that nice. Based on size, this egg would be a Brown or a Bronze, and the attitude inside is certainly enough to match. Although the dragon's presence just barely hovers against the shell, there is always the faint feeling that it's mocking you and, should it decide to do so, could be less than polite about it, too, if it suited the shell's occupant. After all, the pick is its choice, isn't it? A good thing, too, that there are so many... other choices. But, of course, as a Candidate you should be up for consideration, too. The shell of this faintly insulting egg is a dull (and rather ugly) mottled green and gray.

The Swirling Depths Egg - The Blue or Green contained in this egg seems hesitant to come to the surface, almost as if it's shy or scared, despite there being no reason for it that you can tell. Even coaxing it only works somewhat. The hesitancy doesn't seem to ever leave entirely, although if you spent a goodly amount of Touching time with this egg, it might uncoil just enough to tentatively reach out to you. This egg's name clearly comes from its shell: a swirled mix of pale blue and dark, rich teal.

The Jitterbug Egg - Shake. Shakeshake. Tremble. Roll. Feynith constantly has to move this egg, readjust its positioning, and pick it back up. The little one inside always appears to be changing position or trying to get to its other siblings in a much less subtle way than eggs usually move. Strangely, when one touches the shell, the dragon inside doesn't seem as spastic as its motions imply. There is a hesitancy about responding to touches that might remind Candidates of the Swirling Depths egg, but this egg warms up much more quickly to its visitors than its sibling and feels like it's encouraging you to share in its good mood. The size of the egg indicates either a Green or a Blue.

The Sturdy Prankster Egg - A fairly good sized egg this one is thought by most to contain either a large brown or small bronze, it is situated a respectful distance from it's larger siblings though is clearly still wanting to be a part of the group. Touching this egg gives off slightly contradictory feelings - on one hand you get the sense that this dragon will be a hard worker on the other hand theres a small glimmer of amusement underneth that makes you wonder if the dragon really will be..or if it's just pulling your leg.

The Proud but Polite Egg - This egg is small and most likely contains a green according to most of the older riders, but if it is a green then its certainly a very pride filled one. Placing your hand on this egg gives you the impression that the dragon inside is politely pleased to see you..unless you have sand on your palm then there might be a bit of hesitancy in it's response...though after a few moments you might still get a polite if slightly disapproving greeting.

The Startling Green Egg - This egg is bright, so bright in fact that its lime green shade is enough to either draw people to it or make them shy away completely. With such a bright egg most candidates seem to expect an equally bright personality to bubble up from inside, however placing your hand on this shell might leave one slightly disappointed... It's almost like the little dragon inside is asleep..or just not paying much attention to whats going on around it. Either way its hard to get a real fix on it. It's not a very large egg size-wise.

The Silent Egg - Like its name implies this egg is mysteriously silent, there has been so little connections made with eggs that there's rumors that it's likely to be a dud. True to the mutterings a candidate laying their hands upon this average sized dull sand colored egg is unlikely to get much of an impression - if anything at all. It's hard to say if there is a dragon inside or if its just a recluse of a beast. Either way it certainly lives up to its name.

The Gritted Teeth Egg - This egg greets whoever touches it with a warm but tentative welcome. Whatever is inside seems… nervous. The egg will warm quickly to the attentions of any Candidate who lingers and will send off a pleasant welcome, but it keeps an anxious undercurrent despite whatever consolation the Candidate offers, and seems confused if queried about why it is so tense. Size indicates a green.

The Topsy-turvy Egg - It would seem The Jitterbug Egg’s enthusiastic movements have claimed a victim. Down a steep slope of sand from its sibling, a brown and yellow dappled egg has rolled into a perfectly upside-down position. A wobbling imprint down the slope indicates its journey has been recently made, and the distressed dragonet inside seems too busy twisting in its shell to take much note of the Candidates that visit it, but is it really too distracted to notice those who touch it or is it pretending? Size indicates a large green.

The Streaked Sleeper Egg - This egg likely contains a blue or green. It is a dark brown in color with pale green marks streaking down from its top. Positioned near the center of the clutch, one might think the dragonet inside would be busy or social, but at first touch its clear that the inhabitant of this egg is in deep repose, if not plainly asleep. If bothered long enough, the egg will waken enough to send out a vague, friendly greeting before drifting off once again. Is it friendly, or having a pleasant dream? Is it as lazy as it seems, or worn out from some exertion?

The Dancing Egg - Touching this egg fills the soul with the feeling of laughter, and of languid self assurance that borders on lazy arrogance. It reacts well to candidates with a sense of humour, who know how to kick back, and withdraws from those who are nothing but work work work. The easy confidence radiating out from this egg makes it seem larger than life; in reality it is quite middling in size and could either be a big blue or a small brown.

The 'Is My Middle Name' Egg - This egg seems ready to hatch right now! Life is so boring inside an egg: where's the danger? The thrill? Where are the ladies? For all its impatience to see the world this egg is friendly towards all those who touch it, sending feelings of cocky but warm reassurance to the shy and reaching out to the bold and adventurous as equals. Judging by size, this egg probably contains a blue.

The Veiled Egg - This small egg, certainly a green by size, isn't giving away much at the moment. There's a feeling of life in there but that's all; the dragonet inside is clearly in no rush to make contact with the people who touch its shell.
PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 11:31 am


Zeren was in the kitchens helping the staff tidy up after lunch when the humming began. He glanced at the head drudge who practically shoved him out of the kitchens and towards the barracks. Zeren made a note to thank her later on after the hatching. He knew there was little time to spare, dragons would already be on their way by now, bearing spectators to the hatching. There always seemed to be time for them to arrive but with the capabilities of dragons, all they needed was time to change and jump on an available dragon and they could be there within minutes. Some even before the candidates got to the sands, if they were riders themselves.

He thought about Kazvar a little, eyeing the time and wondering if the man would come, he knew he'd asked the Wherhandler to be there but it was also the middle of the day, the older man would be sleeping about now so Zeren didn't hope too much. He dressed carefully, getting into his robes, listening to the speech from the Candidate master and headed towards the sands, lining up with the boys. Anticipation made his stomach churn a little and he hoped that no one lost their lunch on the hot sands. His eyes flicked to Feynath and Eirlyn, standing together, supporting each other wholly and he smiled, she looked better today, than she had, just a little of the sorrow leaving her eyes as she watched her mate's eggs on the sands.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 11:33 am


Cyrci like the other candidates had been put on high alert that entire sevenday with the hatching so near. Yet even with the drills and rules constantly repeated over and over in the girls head that did not stop her from nearly jumping out of her skin when the humming began.

Ohhhh so that's what dragon humming sounded like. It was much like a far louder stronger version of a firelizard hatching, the sound rumbling through her bones and boot soles as she dashed towards the barracks with the others to toss on her candidates robes.

Entering the door she quickly changed not wanting to be late for the hatching. She only gave pause to look at her wher tooth necklace. Giving it a kiss for good luck she tucked it with her things as she straightened.

Shoulders back, head up, she gathered all her courage and will. She would do this. Then running with all her might towards the sands she was pushed out into the bowl along with the others. It took a good bit of will on her part not to snarl at those who jostled her or her friends, the girls protective instincts going haywire with all the excitement.

It was time. The dragons were coming. The eggs they had fawned over not long before were shaking and cracking and Cyrci was all too eager to see what lay inside the beautiful shells. Especially the Deceptively Delicate, her favorite egg fro the touching. She wished that one all the luck and love she had.

Not that it'd need it, she had a distinct feeling that the egg would do just fine.
PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:03 pm


Kameth was in his wallow, head turned to watch his rider. Yet another flit had joined His. They seemed attracted to her. The blue was distracted from his musings by a sound echoing through the Weyr. He turned his head to look out of his weyr. Mine, the eggs are hatching, he said to His as he added his own croon to the growing sound. The blue pulled himself out, knowing His would be along soon to head to the sands.

Wykla paused with her hand, glistening with oil, on the belly of a young crimson. The candidates will be eager. Though she sounded calm, she moved quickly to wipe off off her hands. The croon of hatching was picked up by her flits and sped her up. She grinned at them as they started to swirl around. As she strode to Kameth, Boreal came to land on her shoulder.

It took only minutes for her to mount the blue and the whole group to reach the Hatching Sands. Hatchings were good times, and the Weyr really needed a good time. Kameth found them a spot from which to watch and Wykla slid from his shoulder to stand beside him. Who would be the lucky ones today?

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:15 pm


Scrubbing pots in the kitchen had been Erelus' chore for the day. He was elbow deep in suds when the humming started. A broad grin covered his face as he cleaned his arms off and headed swiftly towards the sands. The stocky lad didn't seem to be too nervous about the happenings as he changed clothes and followed the exodus of candidates towards the eggs.

"No reason to be nervous." Erelus murmured quietly, likely towards those around him. His words were spoken softly enough that one could assume he was speaking to himself. He didn't appear nervous at all, though!

He shifted from foot to foot and eyed the eggs. Which would crack first?
PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:21 pm


Zeren saw Erelus emerge out onto the sands and remembered that the other lad was one he'd been in the kitchens with and waved him over "Erelus" he called, ignoring his nervous stomach to be nice to someone that was probably just as nervous, everyone was likely to be nervous to be honest, this was the first clutch Feynath had that hadn't been sired by her weyrmate, in Zeren's memory anyway and there was something sad about that, especially when it came to her Rider.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:23 pm


Orlina had only been two steps behind Cyrci on the way to the Sands. She passed the older girl as they all began lining up around the eggs, making sure that she not only had a clear view of the eggs, but that the dragonets would have a clear view of her. She practically vibrated with excitement, her hazel eyes wide and fixed on the rocking eggs. She was too excited to even smile, truth be told. Her first Hatching was here. How had it come so quickly?

Her eyes glanced over the different shells, settling here or there on eggs that rocked more frantically than others. Like the Candidates around her, she was silent, but that wasn't unusual for her. Every now and again her fingers would twitch as she felt the need to release the energy in her, but she was overall a quiet girl and it was habit for her to stand silently and wait, as she was doing now. Orothor had said that even if her dragon wasn't here, every Hatching had something to remember it by. Orlina hoped that was true and that the surprise was a really good one.
PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:27 pm


Aerith had not needed to be hurried along when the humming had started from the hatching ground's indeed the little whites eyes whirled with excitement and she had practically danced in place while waiting for Mercy to come and mount. She had dropped Mercy off at a seat in the stands before going to find a place to watch along with the other Malvren dragons.

Mercy couldn't help but feel just as excited about the hatching, they were always exciting times and they always brought back memories of Aerith's hatching. Many more such memories would be made today and leaning forward Mercy scanned the sands for the Candidates she knew.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:28 pm


As silent as his sister, if not more so, Orothor stood on the opposite side of the Clutch with the boys. Having been to Hatchings before, he was not as enamored of the rocking eggs as his sister, but there was always the nervous butterflies of hope in his stomach when it started. His face didn't show any of that, however, as he let his eyes dart up to search for Orlina's face among the girls. There she was, tucked almost in the front row. Then again, how else was such a short newly-turned 12-Turn-old going to see everything? Unlike Orothor, who tended to miss a great deal with his head in the clouds and his hands busy with tasks, Orlina didn't seem like a girl to miss much.

He returned his eyes to the Clutch, watching an egg near him that gave the distinct sound of scrabbling along the inside of the shell. It wouldn't be long now.

He had known it wouldn't be much longer until the Clutch was ready anyway, so he had been prepared when the panting runner had come to warn everyone in the Barracks that the dragons were coming. Along with his friends from among the Candidates, he had hurried into his robes and rushed to the Sands so as not to be late. Unlike his friends, though, Orothor's mind had been more on Hatchings past and what this Hatching meant to the weyr than the currently Hatching eggs themselves. Only now that he was before them did he take the time to admit that a new Hatching was a fresh chance for an upset stomach and fist-clenching amounts of hope. He tried not to let himself get too worked up; after all, he had Stood before and a dragon would only come to him when there was one suitable and not before. Thankfully, it was easy for Orothor to drift off into daydreams, which he did without even thinking about it as he listened to the faint scrabbled and cracks of the shells in the center of the Sands.
PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:29 pm


Cyrci stepped up beside the girl resting a gentle hand of Orlina's shoulder as she stared down at her friend. "You'll do great." She reassured her though in truth Orlina had been at the Weyr longer and would likely have seen or at least better understand what was happening. That didn't stop the protective swell the raged through Cyrci's veins as she kept her place beside Orlina.

Determination held a hard glint in the girls eyes. Every inch of her radiating ambition and drive as she tried to keep herself from fidgeting with eagerness. She had always been one for doing and it took a number of deep breaths to restrain her urge to simply dash forward and knock on the egg shells as if they were doors urging the hatchlings out.

The mental picture of doing so was rather amusing if not a completely horrible idea.Taking another deep breath Cyrci twitched her muscled rippling and breath hitching with each rock of an egg.

Which one? Which one? Was her's among them? Surely it was! Now all she had to do was wait. Cyrci could do that, she could be patient. If it meant she had a chance to step off these sands with her other half she'd wait through fog, fall, and fire.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:34 pm


It was time. Time to Stand again, and hope - time that Ralla was of mixed emotions about. On one hand, maybe this would be the day, and that filled her with anticipation, but on the other hand...maybe it wouldn't be. Whether it would or wouldn't was something she had no influence over, and that filled her with frustration. She'd been on edge ever since the Touching, keeping herself even busier than usual, running more and sleeping less while thought of what might or might not be refused to let her mind rest.

She jumped to her feet when the humming started up, and wasted no time in making her way to the Sands and donning her robes. Carefully, she wove her way towards the front of the girls; she was definitely not one to stand in the back and just wait. Not that she wouldn't just be waiting herself, but at least she'd be able to see, and maybe one of the new dragonets would see her.

Not that she wouldn't sprint if it happened to be an angry one.
PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:34 pm


The day had finally come and Morgaine was both excited and nervous about the prospect. This was what she had been waiting for since coming to the Weyr and yet there was definitely a pit forming in her stomach. Would she be able to handle touching, let alone training, a dragon if she was lucky enough to impress? Oh she truly hoped so. Her eyes swept over the other candidates as she arrived and then turned her attention to the candidate master. The excitement was think in the air. Fidgeting for a moment Morgaine looked towards the eggs that were about to hatch and wondered just which one would hatch first.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:40 pm


The Critically Condescending Egg began to rock first, rolling onto its side as a crack raced down the length of it then spider-webbed out as the dragonet within pushed with all its might. One foot went though the bottom of the egg first then the back, with goo-filmed wings pushed through in a strong arc. The wings flared, fluttered and then flared again as the dragonet struggled to get its foot free, sounds of annoyance and anger echoing from the shell until finally, a head appeared and the dragon trampled its own in irritation for an imperfect entrance.

Eyes whirling orange and red and with a distinctly critical expression, the young bronze looked around at the groups gathered, flicking goo from his limbs.

To the other side, the 'Is My Middle Name' Egg rocked, toppled, and rolled down the small incline it had been sitting on to knock against another egg with a wince-inducing sound. Surely the dragonet within had just spun itself into discombobulation! But alas, a grunt, a prod, and finally a crack revealed a handsome blue nosing his way out of the end, staggering a bit but looking all too pleased himself.

Crooning to his brother, the Blue shook all over and chirruped to the ladies with an adorable tilt to his head, big dragon grin on his mouth.
PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:46 pm


Zeren turned his attention away from the other candidates and focussed entirely on the eggs when he heard a crack. OH! a Bronze hatched first.. that was good luck and he was quite relieved. It meant he wasn't going to be the first to leave the sands, that's what he was somewhat dreading, being the first or the last, all eyes on you. What a strong and handsome Bronze!

His head turned to the next egg to hatch .... a Blue... Zeren's stomach flipped for a moment since Blue was a possible for him... but no.. he was turning his head to the girls but Zeren couldn't be sad, not with that happy grin and the crooning of the handsome blue, it was next to impossible not to smile along with the hatchling.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 12:49 pm


Cyrci chuckled when the blue turned to eye the ladies. It was clear the dragon was certainly a born flirt by the looks of him. All the while his bronze brother was fretting over his entrance. Were all bronzes so vain? Perhaps so. Then again if Cyrci had a hide that fine of a color she'd probably be vain herself. Chuckling low in her throat she watched the blue with interest.

True to it's name the dragonette had gotten out of it's egg as fast as it could. It was obvious that this one was going to certainly be an exciting one for whoever impressed it.
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