Alpha Clutch Hatching [14-16] OVER

[Dragonflight Pern]

Going clockwise from the gold egg

Bold 'n Gold Egg - This egg is a mellow gold colour with a bright stripe down its very center. The egg sits upright, tall and proud, royal. It seems to enjoy the perfection of its posture and an undercurrent of irritation may be detected but at who, or what, it is directed is unclear. Gold Ianath to Inaari

Half and Half Egg - Half red, half orange this egg stands proud as well. However, it has an easy sort of pride, perhaps even noble. If the egg is any indication, it will likely be a bronze or a brown.Bronze Pioth to Soldekai

Purple Spotted Egg - This egg, for all its brightness and busy patterning is quiet. It lays on its side as if distracted, pointing off to where activity always seems to accumulate. Perhaps it is curious? Its size indicates a green or a blue, perhaps a small brown. Green Filanth to Tiepet

Brown Patchy Egg - It's been noted this egg tends to move a lot, wiggling this way and that, turning from one egg to another... but touching it never seems to yield the same impression twice. Regardless, a strong wit and intelligence is easily felt from this small egg. Some have guessed it to be a green or a blue. Green Galianth to Rhilira

Grapejuice Dip Egg - This egg is dark, but settled in the center of a cluster, tilted just slightly away from the larger eggs behind it. Again, this one is proud and seems to enjoy the company of a woman's touch. It's small for an egg, almost certainly a green. Crimson Moriath to Kleos

Orange Art Splotch Egg - The shell on this one is bright and contrasting but those who draw dear note a sort of anticipation within. Awe, impatience... it's as if this one has plans for the outside. A decent size, this could be a green, a blue, or a brown. Green Zabreth to Ralale

Abstract Bowtie Egg - This egg is bright, bold, and strong. It's set forward in the bunch and seems content with that positioning. A feeling of confidence, and of being in control is almost certain to greet a curious hand. Its size indicates a green or a blue. Green Lalaith to Kentori

Teal Swirl Egg - A pretty shade of teal, this egg has refused to remain upright despite any attempts to correct it. However, it stands on its top end, bold and playful in this display. Some worry about it, others laugh. Either a green or a blue. Black Challiath to Zinzel

New Day Egg - This brilliant egg is a breath of fresh air. Calm and pleasant, it's almost like taking that first stretch in the crisp morning air after a good sleep. New days bring new promises and this one is full of such pleasantness. Probably a green or a blue. Green Zinth to Alirien

Inner Light Egg - The light green spotlight dot on this egg almost looks like it's glowing from the inside. Those who touch this egg will find it friendly and welcoming. Perhaps its shell is indicative of the dragon within? A blue or a brown, judging from the size. Blue Pumuth to Alurel

Grey Speckle Egg - This egg is, well, irate. Grumpy, it leans away from the friendly Inner Light egg and towards its neighbour... though it doesn't seem particularly happy about that egg either. Disapproving and, perhaps, set in its ways, this egg is sure to be a strong willed individual. Either a blue or a small brown. Blue Easath to Ciril

Red Slash Egg - In a word, this egg is angry. Why? Nobody really knows but something's sure got its temper up. It leans towards the Grey Speckle egg as it challenging it, and anyone else nearby. It's size belies the fierceness, however, and is almost certainly a green or a blue. Blue Fanth to Arelly

Event Horizon Egg - This egg is all shades of blue, but there are stripes of a light, stark blue cutting across the bands. It's a tiny egg, definitely a green, but despite the size there's an almost ridiculous sense of vanity about this one. It huddles with the other larger eggs, and strains to be seen for it should be seen, right? Silver Cavenath to Therion

Royal Bands Egg - Though this egg is tilted away from the Bold 'n Gold and Half and Half eggs, it isn't because of a dislike. Indeed, the Half and Half egg is resting upon the Royal Bands egg as if supported by it and the tilt enables a better view of the new queen's egg. Indeed, this dragon is content and supportive, welcoming to any touch. It's size indicates a brown or a bronze. Brown Capeth to Lothan  

[Dragonflight Pern]

Feynath hadn't slept for three days now and her constant guard of her clutch was a sure sign the eggs were close to hatching. Nobody, however, expected the great dark gold to start thrumming in the midnight hours. Her calls, proud and anxious reverberated through the halls and caverns, waking dragons and the sleepy silence of a Weyr at night was quickly filled with the answering thrum as more and more dragons answered her call.

It wasn't long before the first adults began to arrive, taking up positions along the periphery of the Sands to watch the event. Feynath's clutches were known to hatch at odd times of the day but this was one of the worse ones so far... most of the Candidates were fast asleep.

Thankfully a skeleton crew was kept on hand once Feynath had begun her vigilant watch and those in charge of the Candidates went scrambling to assemble the prospective new riders. The racks of robes were pulled out and lined up in hasty precision and Eirlyn looked on with pride.

She patted her dragon's shoulder as she looked up to meet H'trel's gaze. Firieth had caught Feynath three times in a row now and the drill had become a familiar one to them. They worked well together and the fact that neither H'trel not Eirlyn spoke against the rumours of their being weyrmates only strengthened the public opinion of their capability.

Indeed, Malvren had been lucky these past few Turns. Other Weyrs on Pern, especially the Old Weyrs, were not producing as many golds and the number of duds were on the rise. Of course, for the more liberal Weyrs that meant more Atypical dragons joined their ranks but for the traditional ones... it was beginning to hurt. Already, Malvren had transferred the previous two golds that had hatched to other Weyrs after Ista and Fort had begrudgingly sent requests to the New Weyrs for golds.

The world of politics was tense, as was the norm, and Malvren seemed posed to be in a place of prestige. If lucky Feynath continued to produce queens that is.

Meanwhile, the Candidatemaster was parading around the candidate barracks, banging a large spoon against a pot in what could only be decribed as the most annoying, and loud, alarm the candidates were likely to come across. A firm believer in action, Bluerider G'ten didn't give the waking Candidates a moment to think as he bellowed, "Eggs are Hatching! Get Up and Out NOW!" time and again.  

[Revel1984]

Viska had ben curled up beside Zeren's head when she'd suddenly started humming, "shush, you'll wake everybody up" he said sleepily, eyes bleary. He was just falling back to sleep when "Eggs are Hatching! Get Up and Out NOW!" ... Zeren bolted awake, "eggs? hatching?" he said as he fell out of bed.

He looked up, sleep dulling his actions, getting up, he hurried over to grab his robes. He looked about for some water to splash his face with to wake himself up more. Commanding Viska to stay in the room, stroking her headknobs as she hummed louder, her throat vibrating. Smiling he headed to where he guessed they should be assembling.  

[elfgurl1234]

Just shortly before the Candidate master had made his entrance into the room, Azuran had been begrudgingly aroused by his flit chattering incessantly at him. "What are you going on abo-" he had started to whisper back irately when suddenly the Candidatemaster barged in, creating a large ruckus and announcing that the eggs were hatching. Oh! That explained what Drakell had been trying to wake him for. The teen quickly jumped out of bed, narrowly avoiding getting tangled in his blanket and tripping as he did so. As quickly as he could, he grabbed his robe and dressed before rushing out toward the hatching grounds. He was careful not to accidentally crash into any of the other Candidates or weyrfolk as he did so.

He could hear it clearly now, the hum which reverberated through the Weyr. Even though he had been to Hatchings before in the past, the excitement of the event never seemed to evade him. As he made it to where the Candidates were supposed to wait, a trill behind him caught his attention. "Drakell," he said with mild surprise and exasperation as the brown flit landed on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you can be with me for this. Go wait in the stands for a bit, ok?" The firelizard pouted a bit, but complied with the request and winked Between. He waited along with Zeren as the other Candidates dressed and gathered.  

[magnadearel]

While most candidates were sleeping, Wykla was already awake. And unfortunately on the other side of the Weyr Bowl helping Boreal get something to eat when she heard the first dragons humming. Why did he have to pick Now to be hungry!

Shards! Their hatching! She glances at Boreal and sees he's saited enough and adding his own soft hum. I'll have to run to make it in time! Quick as a wink, Wykla darts out and makes a mad dash for the barriacks. She had to get her robes and drop Boreal off before she could even get to the hatching grounds. She hoped she wouldn't miss any of the hatching.

Her blood pumps in her veins, filling her with excitement. Today's the day! Er... Well night, Tonight's the Night! Breathing comes in sharp gasps as Wykla struggles to keep running. Boreal surges ahead then flies back towards his running mistress. His humming getting stronger, for the eggs and to encourage her.  

[JetAlmeara]

Oh lordy it was such a dreadful time of night and that racket outside was making it very hard to concentrate on the dream she was trying to hold onto - of course if she hadn't been half asleep Mercy would have figured out what that 'noise' really was and popped out of bed like she was on fire.

As it was, it was not until the Candidate master and blue rider came hollering that the message seemed to get through her sleep drugged mind. Hatching! It was time! Throwing back her sheet Mercy dressed as quickly as possible and rushed to join the other candidates as they gathered, and undercurrent of excitement and nerves making her fidget.  

[Dragonflight Pern]

It wasn't long before the Candidates were organized and moved out on the Sands, boys to one side, girls to the other in a fan facing towards the eggs. It was a selection line and they stood in nervous, anxious ranks.

The first of the eggs began to crack and wiggle and bulge soon after the thrum of the Hatching had gripped the Weyr. This one was either impatient or anxious to see the world and it was no surprise that it was the hatchling’s snout that poked out first. Green in colour, she blinked at the light then rocked hard, pushing through the shell to stand on uncertain legs and gawk at this amazing world with an expression that could only be described as inspired. Surely this green has a creative streak!  

[JetAlmeara]

It wasn't too long after they had all been ushered onto the sands, barely enough time even for the Candidates to get accustomed to the deep bone felt thrumming and the gathered crowd, that the first of the clutch seemed determined to get out and see the world. Mercy watched in what could only be seen as slack jawed awe as the green Dragonet made her way into the world.

Appearing snout first but quickly pushing through the rest of the way the little green and her unstable legs drove the point home. Yep...Mercy, your really here, at a hatching! She told herself though she still felt like pinching herself to make sure she reallywasn't still dreaming.
 

[magnadearel]

Wykla staggers Finally! into the barracks. Panting hard she makes her way over to her bed and calls Boreal to her. "Boreal, Come." With a churp he lands on her arm and she carefully sets him in the middle of her bed. "Stay love." She gives him a pat on the head when his eyes whirl in distress. "I doubt the queen would want you on the hatching grounds." That seemed to settle it for him.

Quickly she grabs her candidate robe and shucks off the clothes she'd put on to feed Boreal. The clean robe slides on easily. Making sure everything is right, Wykla grabs a black leather strap from her stand by her bed. It wouldn't do for her hair to get mussed in all the excitement during the hatching.

Fire lizard settled and Wykla ready as she'll ever be for her first hatching, it was time. With sure strides she heads herself towards the Hatching grounds and her future. Entering the hot sands she winces slightly but keeps going. The first egg was hatching. It looked like a green and an impatient one at that. She finds a good spot to watch the whole clutch. Glancing along the line of girls, she wonders where Ral' is.  

[Revel1984]

Zeren clenched his fists tight as the first egg began to hatch, he trembled in anticipation, *A Green!* he thought as she emerged an he couldn't help but smile at the expression on her face. He held his breath while he waited to see who she'd choose as her rider.  

[prolixity]

Lothan had never been a deep sleeper. The rising thrum echoing through the Weyr had had him teetering on the verge of waking; the yelling and clanging shot him out of bed before he could even think about it. Robes, robes - he grabbed them and wrestled them over his head, cursing muffledly in a confusion of white fabric before he managed to get all his appendages in the correct places. Hatching. Hatching! And he would be on the sands, and Ther too.

He would never afterward remember the rush down to the cavern, too caught up in anxiety and anticipation and excitement. Only when he stood on the sand, heat soaking up into the soles of his feet and eggs beginning to move and crack in front of him, did the world resolve again into crystal clarity. He ignored the audience, what there was of it; his eyes and attention were focused solely on the clutch. I'm here, he thought at the eggs. If you're there - I'm out here.  

[elfgurl1234]

Azuran waited anxiously on the Sands, watching as the first of the eggs began to crack. A green, he noted to himself as her nose first broke through. His eyes stayed trained on the female as she emerged fully from her egg and took in the world about her. It must have been quite the sight for the young female compared to the inside of her egg. I hope you find your partner.  

[Dragonflight Pern]

Stumbling about, head up and gaze moving from sight to sight, she made a full circuit of the sands while her siblings began to hatch. Eventually, she veered back towards the Candidates, hardly paying attention as she scanned the crowds and ceiling and otherwise looked everywhere but where she was going. When she ran into one particular candidate, she stopped and blinked her big eyes at Ralae, Isn’t it beautiful mine? But your Zabreth is awfully hungry. Feed me? A draconic smile met Hers as the first of the clutch Impressed.

 

[TawnyAngel]

It was the humming that woke her. For a moment it filled her dreams, and hatchlings bounding towards her filled her mind... but then she was awake and dressing, hardly even aware that she had sprung out of bed. Excitement and nervousness thrummed deep in the pit of her stomach in tune with the rumbling of the dragons as she hurried alongside her fellows to the hatching sands. As soon as the signal was given Kleos stepped out with her heart hammering, and bow deeply but briefly to the mother queen as she approached the eggs to stand at her appointed position.

As the first egg cracked a smile spread across her lips, no a grin! New life; new beautiful life. People said it was best for a queen to hatch first, or at least a bronze, but to Kleos this elegant lady of a dragon was just fine. Her eyes so bright with wonder, what a mind this one must have! Who would she choose, though? She would need a bright person, one who shared her fascination with the world around her... Or perhaps she would choose an introvert, one she could draw out of her shell just as she had burst free of her own. Of course a part of her willed the hatchling green to come to her, the desire to be chosen was strong, but whether or not they were right for one another only the green could decide...

It didn't make waiting for the young dragon's judgment any easier...

Ah, not for her. Still, she managed to be happy for the dragonet and the newly Impressed rider; there were plenty more eggs to hatch yet after all.  

[The Anesthesia]

Ashmere stifled a small yawn as she found herself walking towards the stands, she like most harpers tended to have a knack for knowing things just as they were happening. Wiping her eyes slightly with the back of her hand, she was on pins and needles for the candidates and truly she was excited even if she didn't show it outwardly. Today, for some lucky lads and lasses they would begin new lives, they would be dragonriders. She grinned wholeheartedly as she approached the area that was surrounding the hatching grounds, there was already a veil of intensity so thick she would have sliced through it with her dirk.

Getting a good spot on a higher bleacher the young harper pulled out a piece of hide and draped it across her lap, if a muse suddenly claimed her she would not allow it to flee, she owed each and every single dragonet on the sands its own song, and she fully intended to give each and everyone just that.

With eager open eyes that were now fully awake she gazed fixedly on the first of the eggs that began to show signs of movement, she could feel herself holding her breath, as she peered in awe as the egg shook several times before cracking with a small green snout. Inwardly she cooed while biting her lower lip, the sensation of watching made her feel just like a candidate, she was nervous and eager to see whom would impress the little adorable green. There were so many young ones down on the sands, the little green would surely choose well, Ashmere lightly scrawled some words about the little dragonet, she used the term 'creative', it was a word that seemed to fit perfectly.

Chuckling lightly the meek harper continued to watch, with every moment she felt more pride swell in her chest, she was glad she was part of Malvren Weyr.