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PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 4:05 am


[ Literature Clutch Hatching ]


It is the middle of the day when the dragons begin to hum. The summer sun beats down upon the Weyr, and people working outside pause, looking in one direction and one direction only.

The humming is an eerie thing, to those who aren’t used to it. It starts low, those close enough to the eggs to catch on first singing to welcome their new kin into the world, and is quickly joined by the other dragons, and the music is equal to any produced from the Harper Hall’s nine colleges. As it swells, higher notes join it, until every dragon in the Weyr is singing with one voice from nearly four hundred throats. To those who can feel it, there is something going on on the psychic level as well - but it’s impossible to say what, to anyone who is not dragonkin.

On the sands, Hiraeth does not rise, but stirs, her own voice added to the song, directing it as it swells like a composer, bringing her children from the shell. Her last children? Perhaps.

Her rider stands by her a moment, sharing in it, then leaves to stand by the entrance to the sands, ready to shepherd and direct his own charges if they stray: they’ve done this so many times before it’s pure habit. Neither of them speaks of their nervousness: neither of them needs to. The only dragon so far hatched came out of the shell whole yet unhealthy, as his fit on the hatching sands proved. Neither of them is sure he will survive… and neither is sure what that means for the last seven eggs which sit on the sands.

A gold imprinted egg begins to rock.
PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 4:05 am


[ the eggs ]

Ettiquette Egg - Green Ellioth Impressed to Deru

This pale blue egg is charming - it exudes grace and welcome, and only wants to make you at home. There's a deep peace around it, and an invitation to stay a while. It wants to be your friend - let it be your friend? Oh, is that a new hat? Have you had your hair done? Whatever it is, you look absolutely lovely. Don't stay too long, though - remember that you've got all their brothers and sisters to see too.

Written by Con


Fashion Crime Egg - Green ???

This garishly coloured egg is Not Impressed, people. They would like to point out that this whole thing is terribly poorly organised, that your hair looks AWFUL, and that they would Just Like This To Stop Now. They are set well apart from the rest of the clutch, and have an air of grumpiness.

Written by Con

Hear Me Roar Egg - Green Leoth Impressed to Alcine

This egg is emblazoned with an imprint in gold that looks almost like a beast rampant, though one no Pernese has ever seen. The (relatively speaking) huge egg stands at the front of the clutch, as if ready to shield them from everything - and everyone - else. It almost seems to be smoking in the heat, and it exudes heat... right up until you touch it, at which point it is beautifully cool.

Written by Con


Lashings of Ginger Beer Egg - Green Blyth Impressed to Bakarn

This mid-sized pale white egg is SO PLEASED TO SEE YOU. So very, very pleased! You're here! You're exactly what they wanted to see! They love you and they want you to be happy. This egg is in the middle of the clutch, surrounded by it's siblings - all of whom it seems to want to cuddle at once, though it seems to be leaning backwards to try and touch The Commander, who Definitely Needs A Hug. Oh, and you! They want to hug you too!

Written by Con


Private Eye Egg - Green Marloth to Keralder

So what are you looking at, wise guy? This large green-blue egg, dotted with eye prints - at least by the standards of the clutch - is set a little away from the centre of the clutch, and doesn't really seem to want to associate with it's siblings. They are a lone wolf... and they like it that way.

Written by Con


Listening Egg - Blue ???

Hello, and welcome! Who are you? Where are you from? What is your favourite thing to eat, to do? This medium-small egg (garishly covered in overlapping splotches in all the colours of the rainbow) wants to know all about you and is quite please to meet you - oh yes, quite pleased! Only candidates who come in with a rough attitude or arrogance will be rebuked; a flick on the nose and a wagged finger for you sir! Just why do you think you are better than anyone else is? After the initial rush of welcome or light reprimand this egg goes quiet in the manner of a good active listener, truly it would like to know more about all of you!

Written by Tawny

The Commander Egg - Blue Ankheth to Seytev

This mediumish dull grey egg lurks at the back of the clutch. When touched it doesn't seem especially impressed by you, whoever you are; it gives off an air of competent confidence, perhaps of authority. If candidates don't withdraw upon feeling this they will find their mind probed for guilt and secrets, and everyone is guilty of something. Anyone who claims to be completely innocent has got to be hiding something. When the light catches this egg just right candidates may get the strange feeling that they have just witnesses a flash of an impossible colour... a kind of greenish purple?

Written by Tawny


Radish Egg - Brown Peth Impressed to Zarike.

This egg is medium-sized red, and appears to have a large and worrying dent in one side. It exudes a lively cheerfulness, although it also seems kind of... greedy. For touches, affection, attention, whatever. Come over here, come see them, don't go, there's still so much to do and so many adventures to have! Their siblings aren't half as interesting as they are, honest!

Written by Con

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PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 5:36 am


Kidder wasn't sure what was harder, trying to spot a damn daisy on the way to the sands, or resisting the urge to bump... Or encourage someone else to bump, into Yevalee and knock the sweaty youth into the hot sand to see how much would stick. The other candidate had all but been born to push all of Kidders buttons had he did it well just by breathing. However there were much more important things at hand, like the clutch, now ready for sure, and he'd know a little more about the strange and wonderful minds within. Maybe he'd even get answers to the damn hat riddle. Or if daisy chains was a promise of good things or terrible things spoken sweetly.

It was hatching time, and that was never not amazing.
PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 5:40 am


Yevalee adjusted his grip on the blunt practice sword, clothes clinging uncomfortably under the midday sun as they switched from self-dense to combat. The drills were familiar, the steps, the swings, he never managed enough force. Yevalee paused in editing his stance, listening to the deep resonating hum. It was beautiful, still was though the deep vibrating growl of one of the eggs had lingered, and it had turned primal instead of orchestrated bass and mid tones crescendoing into a rising peek of birth.

And always seemed to come at the most ill-timed moments. Such when he was sweaty and tired and with no time to bathe. It was interrupting weapons practice so there was a smidge of saving grace there.

He changed quickly enough, taking a moment to dry off somewhat before donning the required simple clothes. He doubled checked the fit of the sandals, making sure they were secured to his feet. Yevalee gave everything one last look over and set off for the hatching sands.

The hot, hot sands. Yevalee bowed to Venk and Hiraeth, taking a moment to look over the queen and then the clutch. Ehh… it probably be prudent if he had a bit of space around him. He remembered that one well, and if the hatching wanted a piece of him, he rather not get any of the others involved.

Yevalee settled in place, took a deep breath, and cleared his mind.

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PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 5:57 am


The vibration shook into Seytev's bones, through to his core and left him quivering on his own, to the point where he couldn't tell if it was the vibration of dragonsong or his own excitement that was shaking through his body. His rush away from his Squiremaster's side came with a flurry of apologies, and he hoped she understood the way he flat-out bolted to the barracks to change.

The next several minutes were a blur of excitement as he switched out his grey tunic for white and his sturdy boots for sandals.

He wasn't sure why he was still terrified; it wasn't his first Hatching, and he and Bakarn had talked about this...but all the same, some of the quivering in his limbs was nerves, rather than excitement, as he trooped onto the Sands. Venk got a bow, Hiraeth another, and Seytev clenched his fists together, trying to stop the shaking feeling. The dragons' humming continued it, though, and he cast about desperately for Bakarn, looking for an anchor for his nerves.
PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 6:05 am


Laundry. That was the word of the day for Vanavia. Still in the earliest stages of candidacy her days were chores and physical exercise. Literacy lessons had begun, but it had not been the saviour she had hoped for. Turned out that since she was already literate it just meant that extra chores were what she got instead as she didn't need as much time to focus on it. Being a girl (And not a strong one at that) laundry was her assigned task. Her hands had long since wrinkled and the persistent ache in her body complained at her arms scrubbing so long. At least sometimes when she woke up now she wasn't as sore as when she went to sleep. That was an improvement.

The scrubbing and musing was interrupted though by a sound that Vanavia had never heard before. It was a weird sort of vibrating, rumbled, musical noise. It wasn't threatening, but at the same time the candidate couldn't decipher what it meant. It was an eerie noise, that was to be sure, but it didn't scare her. It wasn't until another person in the room seemed to take note of the humming and momentarily lose themselves; excitedly grabbing their friends about the hatching beginning, and dragging them out. Vanavia was unsure if she was allowed to leave her chore, so simply remained, looking about until an older man waved her off to go watch the hatching.

Finding the cavern wasn't a difficult task, with so many people flocking to the event. On her own Vanavia was able to move around people relatively easily, hurrying even as an excitement began to take hold of her. Dragons were being born and she would be able to watch it happen, that was cause for excitement. Slipping into the cavern she took a seat about a third of the way from the front, near the end. Smith pooped up and Vanavia quickly shushed him into her lap, not even sure if he was allowed to be there. It was her first time in the cavern and the rules were a mystery to her, but better to be safe than sorry. The blue seemed content to sit in her lap as long as he continued to receive attention.

The candidate looked out across the sands, getting her first real look at the eggs, they were bigger than she had expected. So many rumours had drifted past her about this clutch being stunted and tiny, but they were several times bigger than any egg she'd ever seen. Vanavia managed to drag her eyes away from the egg at the front that had begun to move and saw Hiraeth. Her heart lurched. The poor dear looked so weak. She did match the picture the stories Vanavia had heard had painted. The girl could see now why those boys from the barracks had wanted to help. Even though she knew there was nothing she could offer to make the gold better, the want to comfort her was still there.

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PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 6:34 am


Going directly from combat practice to humming dragons eggs hatching hatching hatching?! was some kind of cruel and unusual punishment. Bakarn was already keyed up on adrenaline when he heard the hum echo across the Weyr, and he only barely managed to go through the process of wiping down and putting away his equipment without vibrating out of his own skin from sheer excitement.

He had no idea how he even managed to go through the process of getting dressed and prepared for the Hatching – muscle memory, probably, old habits developed from the last few Hatchings he attended – but somehow Bakarn managed to make it down to the sands. Gazing up at Hiraeth, he bowed low to the gold; somehow it felt less like rote this time and more like an acknowledgement of her strength. She was still here. She’d made it. Her clutch had made it. And what eggs they were!

More than a few of them had had kind words (well, not actually words, but close enough) for Bakarn at the Touching. Would one of them be…? It wasn’t safe to speculate, he knew, but he couldn’t stop the rising swell of hope, either.

Sidling up next to Seytev, he whispered "I'm with ya, Sey - good luck!" softly in his friend’s ear. Then he settled back at a reasonable distance, far enough that a hatchling could pass comfortably between him and the other Candidates around him. It was never a good idea to impede a hatchling’s progress. That’s how folks got mauled.
PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 6:47 am


There was an ominous crack, and the rocking egg flew open all at once, spilling a pale form out onto the sands. It lay there for a second, panting, then scrambled to it’s feet, looking about it with dark red eyes. The huge hatchling was a pale green, albeit with white splotches across her hide that looked a little like someone had sprayed her with paint. After a moment, she snorted… and then charged the group of assembled candidates with what would have been a terrifying roar in an older and larger beast, but in her was a little more like a squeak. For all the hilarity of that though, this was still a young dragon, and at the most dangerous time of its life...

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PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 6:48 am


Alcine had never been a huge fan of sparring lessons. She had never been particularly good at them, even though she stood a good head and shoulders over about half the class, and the few times she'd been frightened enough to truly act like she was fighting for her life, she'd been reprimanded and given additional chores for 'fighting too rough'. As if fighting too rough existed in the real world, where there were bandits and murderers and worse to encounter. But, she supposed the protocol was set in place for a reason, however foolish it might be, and so she did her best to keep her opinions to herself.

Of all the stations, she preferred archery (you didn't have to go easy on a straw target), and she'd been lining up her next shot when she first heard the resonating hum. Lowering her shortbow, the arrow still nocked, her eyes drifted towards the weyr, and with a solemn nod of understanding she began to pack away her things. There was a sense of urgency in her movements, no sense in trying to hide it, but she managed not to scramble about like it was her first hatching, maintaining at least some level of composure. When she reached the barracks, she took her time getting dressed, taking note of the little weight of her tunic, the feel of strappy sandals on feet that were accustomed to boots. It made her one of the last to leave for the Sands, but then again, she wasn't the girl who had to fall over herself to clamber back to her chambers, having forgotten her rank knots. No, that had been a lifetime ago, and though Alcine felt nervous, her overall feeling was one of warm resignation.

One way or another, this was going to be over soon.

The moment she stepped onto the sands, some of her steeled composure fled her, and despite herself she glanced up to the crowds, the adult dragons sitting in the high rafters adding to the hums, the clamor of young ones who had never seen a hatching before. It sapped some of the strength from her posture, which began to curl inwards on itself, and her glance instantly shot downward at her hands, which began to wring together. This was the final test, the last judgement she would ever receive, and it began to weigh on her more heavily with each step. Her breaths began to run short, her mouth dry, every fear welling up at once. And then, amid all the rampant noise in her mind, she made eye contact with the cold gaze of her squiremaster, who had fallen in among the crowd. A simmering calm enveloped her, and though her muscles strained against it she forced herself to stand tall and proud as she approached Hiraeth, her bow solemn and low.

She was going to prove that wherry herder wrong.

Alcine repeated the gesture for the gold's rider, bowing once respectfully before returning to her place among her peers. Hands clenched and by her sides, she filed in somewhere near Kidder, her eyes somewhere up in the stands. "Don't get mauled," she remarked to the foul tempered boy, knowing better than to wish him luck.

And then there was a crack on the sands, diverting her attention to the eggs with startled eyes. Out spilled a pale green, eyes whirling red, and already Alcine knew that her best bet was to keep her distance and give her room to breathe, to choose carefully. It didn't seem like the green had the same thought in mind, though, barreling for the throng of candidates, and Alcine was quick to step aside, tugging at Kidder's collar to pull him away from the frenzy. She was not about to be the girl that had accidentally wished a mauling on someone.
PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 6:59 am


-ohShards- "You too!" Kidder hissed to the girl beside him. With that incredible explosion of a green thundering around, they needed all the luck they could get, and even having stood before, Kidders feet -twitched- with the urge to drive for cover.

He had touched that egg , he remembered quite clearly the memory of a lurking predator and had no conscious desire to turn his back to her and invite her to have at his spine.

Daisy chains indeed... Maybe she had in mind to see them on his grave. He didn't think he or anyone else could stop her if that's what she had in mind. His shoulders and legs were knotted from tension and he couldn't help wonder where his mother was. Had she made it? Was she about to watch him be taken from her? Should he be more afraid or just... Just very very very numbly alert?

He blinked free of frozen reverie when Alcine's yank dragged him sideways, stumbling to keep his balance and his eyes on the dragon .

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PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 7:05 am


The thrum in his chest, in the air, let Deruvene know the lesson for today would be cut short. It made him a little sad, as he liked combat training about as much as everything else in his life, but hopefully he'd get to come back and finish it. Provided, of course, he neither Impressed nor was mauled to death. He wouldn't mind Impressing since that was what being a Candidate was all about, but he wouldn't mind not Impressing either. Just going with the flow, he made his leave with a word of pardon and scuttled off to get dressed properly. Robe, sandals. A smile for everyone he passed and sure steps to a cavern filled with....

....an already rocking and cracked egg. A super quick bow to the Queen and her rider was in order as he moved to take his place, trying to get where he belonged, when the egg split out and out came an angry looking green.

Super cute! But....uh...

It was coming for the group with a sound that was also adorable, but the claws and teeth behind it likely were not. Knowing he should stay put but worried for a certain figure who was tugging at another, Deruvene made a swift move (or as fast as he could without running) over to Alcine's side. There were no words exchanged, as talking could also attract attention, but with everyone moving to get out of the way hopefully he'd made it okay.

"....." His silence was followed by reaching out to place a hand on Alcine's shoulder, steadying her as she tugged at....Kidder? Deruvene thought that was his name.
PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 7:13 am


Brishen paused in checking Hazmath’s straps, the blue humming merrily, a deep vibration that ran over his skin and eggs were hatching! Drill were over right? Distracted dragons, and yes! Brishen hugged Hazmath’s neck before working the equipment free. nd>

The blue shifted and nosed his rider, thoughts merry and derailed his line of thought.

Excitement was contagious it seemed and Hazmath seemed to be vibrating more than humming should produce.

They managed to get in the stands and settled right when the largest of the eggs spilled a green? Well a smaller had spilled a brown the clutch was an odd one and look at her go!

Hazmath squealed in delight and that was definitely a squeal and ooh… yup. That was Sanuyeth in miniature alright, down to bad tempered and the maulings.

Brishen shivered, remembering the hatching and it really hadn’t been that long ago.

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PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 7:23 am


It a cracking shell could spell doom, this one had come close to managing. Yevalee calmed himself, seeking a grounded center as the pale Green?! spilled out on the sands and revealed red eyes. He breathed out and moved as hatchling charged, keeping his eyes on the pie bald green and out of the way of her claws and maw. Keep calm, keep quiet, keep your eyes on the hatching, and keep on your feet.
PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 7:28 am


Even up in the stands the crack could be heard and Vanavia leaned forward in anticipation when the pale green spilled onto the sand. A smile formed as the hatchling scrambled to her feet. She was a lovely thing and looked healthy in Vanavia's opinion. The green was big and that was promising, right? Her colour might be pale, but Vanavia was sure that wasn't a problem in dragons. They could be born pale, right?

Wait a moment. Narrowing her eyes Vanavia noticed the green's dark red eyes. That wasn't good, Smith's eyes only went red when he was angry. Next thing she knew the newborn was charging. Her roar might not have been as intimidating as an adult dragon, but it was enough for Vanavia to push back into her seat as the green ran at the candidates. Smith managed a small, rumble that sounded a little like a growl. There was no chance of the green hearing it, but she best not start coming after his girl. He'd scratch her face she tried that.

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PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 9:34 am


Up in the stands Jasiline was startled into spontaneous laughter. She too shared the memory of her own beloved green's hatchling though hers was one of delight, awe, and pride rather than fear and forboding. What a noise! She can do better than that.

Looking back... down on the Sands those noises are a lot scarier than they sound up here.

Maybe if I was the one making them. She is a big one at least... Sanuyeth observed appreciatively. Nothing wrong with a big sturdy green so long as she wasn't a pushover. So far this little girl had the slightly older green's approval.
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