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Current Status: Eggs on the Sand

Eggcount: 12
Eggs likely to hatch: Maybe 9.
Timeframe of Hatching: Hopefully before Halloween.

Candidates:

Myyth, {Myythren}
Niko, {Nikomas Torren}
Gabriel,{Gabriel1}
Feather,{FeatherSoftWings}
Andraia, {AndrAIa}
Kevat, {LunaDragonEclipse}
Boryanor ,{Optical_Illusions}
{Elowyn Silverleaf}
{Iya Ilene}


((Some candidates are currently at Fort))




The Hatching Grounds are brightly lit by many glowbaskets at all times, as Wrath prefers being able to clearly see the area. The sands are hot, the eggs are getting harder, and occasionally drudges shamble shyly through the galleries to scrub away dust and accumulated junk, hiding from the watchful brooding mother.

In a rare fit of trust, Wrath occasionally permits the father of the clutch, brown Nakoreth, to guard the eggs while she assists Ray in her new Weyrlingmaster duties. Wrath makes up for this by being especially watchful while she is around the eggs, hissing and mantling her wings at all who approach. Well, most of them; she'll accept Rayi, sometimes K'makin, and tolerates Candidates as long as they stay on their manners.

The nine eggs which are likely to hatch are decently sized, with four believed to hold browns or bronzes, and the others most likely blues or greens. The other three eggs are considerably smaller, and probably won't hatch.

Beriardi wanders into the Hatching Ground to look at the eggs. Seeing their father, brown Nakoreth, hovering over them like Netesath hovered over her cluch made her chuckle slightly. She bowed to him, "Greetings brown Nakoreth, how are the eggs progressing?" She started heading for the gallary, "I will be wtaching from over here."

She settles on to a bench with a smile, Nakoreth is doing a good job garding Wrath's eggs...I think it was a good thing he caught her...with all that is happening
he is only a brown...
lighten up dear heart, he was clever and is really protective
a brown would never catch me
The gold's mental distane made her chuckle. If you say so dear heart, but Dyanith did!
He flew me well

She would probly enjoy some meat rolls Netesath streached in the sun and turned her head to the weyrlings. Yes, meatrolls would be good for her, she hasen't eaten much lately

Beriardi quitely contimpltes the eggs, a small clutch with a few small eggs but most of them were large and sure to produce healthy dragonets. She hoped for blues and browns, maybe a bronze because the weyr despratly needed more male dragons. She grones softly, they were being over run by greens!

As the dragonriders chatted, Boryanor entered the grounds, white robed and barefoot (he wasn't sure if he really needed to be barefoot to just see the eggs, but he figured trying it now would get him used to heat a little by the time the eggs hatched). It took him a moment to spot the eggs, but when he did he was surprised at how few there were. Carefully, he wandered a little closer, stopping about 5 meters from the nearest one, and just stared at the sight...

Wrath barrels into the Hatching Sands, with Ray clinging haplessly to her back, the dragon having not paused to let her dismount.

As she settles into her place behind the eggs, glaring around malevolently, Ray slides off and tries to sneak away.

Nakoreth! What are you doing here? GO! And YOU! she turns to her rider. Get this off me.

With a sigh, Ray moves to take off the harness, wondering if accepting the job of Weyrlingmaster had really been such a hot idea... she was kinda doubting it at the moment. Well, hopefully the next few lessons wouldn't turn out to be such disasters!