Double Clutch Clutching: A Magical Moment

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Let's Make Some Magic!

Welcome to Rhianth & Fianth's Clutching Thread! This is where we'll be introducing High Reaches newest clutches to the world. This is a special time for the Weyr, as baby dragons are always cause for a celebration. In High Reaches case, they have not one, but two queens giving the Weyr eggs! That's a lot of baby dragons, and there's speculation whether or not they'll hatch together or not. Only time will tell!

We have not one, but two, clutching stories for your enjoyment. Beneath it we'll reveal the total size of the clutches, along with their themes, a few links of interest, and some other information. Feel free to have your characters congratulate Olliah & Aishe, as well as Fianth & Rhianth, and their suitors, for a job well done!

In both cases the clutches are a little unconventional for High Reaches standards. Rhianth was flown by a brown, her mate Kronoseth. While she has almost always picked him for her flights, and this is not necessarily unusual, some traditionalists might be irritated by a brown father. As for Fianth, blue Krahsujunth is hanging closely around the her and the clutch. He is considered the father, as the bronze who caught her, Rixth, as conceded to be Uncle and is unaffiliated with the Weyr. Some Traditionalists might also be irked by the presence of the blue and the fact Fianth didn't choose a homegrown High Reaches bronze, but eggs are eggs, amirite?

Additionally, you can have your characters ICly respond to this news in the thread, or come peek in at the entrance to admire both sets of eggs. Obviously, it'll be up to Rhianth and Fianth, as well as Aishe and Olliah, if they want to host any guests, but loitering around the entrance to try to catch a glimpse is always expected on this first day!

ICly, these clutches were laid about five days apart.  

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Rhianth's Clutching

The still of predawn hours lay upon the Weyr. In that quiet a Golden form toiled. Rhianth had been shifting and turning uncomfortably upon the Sands for a number of days, more than ready to be rid of the burden that had become her own. A shudder went through her enormous figure. Another.

They come-- Rhianth hissed, eyes whirling orangely. She was not overly pleased with her mate at this time, however at this moment she needed him. With each shudder, the arrival of her brood approached. Somewhere within she found the strength to push through the awkward... bulk of them. She had curled herself up, panting, frustration in every line of her.

They had been slow to arrive, and she had had it. A note of command threaded its way through her being. Come! Aishe, nearly as exhausted as her queen, stood beside Rhianth and leaned into her large wedge shaped head. Hush, love. It will be over soon, she assured her dragon. "C'rian!" Her urgency was not to be denied. It was, indeed, time.


Kronoseth was not far from the Hatching Sands, even at this early an hour. He had been pacing back and forth, restless, with eyes whirling a mixture of red-orange and white. Though it was early, he could not sleep; not with Rhianth due to clutch! The pride he felt at being a father, and the love he had for the golden beauty, was without definition.

Rhianth could have had any suitor during her Flight; she was beautiful, headstrong, and everything a Queen should be. And yet, once again, she had chosen him; she had allowed him to fly her. Though they were a pair, Kronoseth was not unaware with his position on Pern. He was a brown, and though he saw himself as no better or worse than another, he understood High Reaches (and much of Pern) had strong ideas about browns flying golds. Thankfully, Rhianth did not share in such views.

He was both proud of his beloved, but worried for her, as well. Though this was not the first time she had clutched, nor was it the first time he had been a father, the brown knew how rough it had been for the gold.

He reached out to her, mentally offering her his strength, trying to ease her pain and the struggle she currently found herself in. I am here. The brown wished he could do more, but this moment was all Rhianth. Let me ease your burden.

He approached the gold cautiously, giving her a wide berth. He did not wish to be in the way, nor cause her further stress. But if she needed him near; if she needed to sink her teeth into him, or rip him to pieces while she struggled, he would bear it willingly, happily. Whatever his Queen desired, he would sacrifice just for her.

C'rian was not far behind. "Is she all right? Are you all right?"



As Rhianth labored, Aishe stood stolidly at her side. It seemed to the rider that when she was certain that surely this time Rhianth must be finished laying her eggs another shudder... and another egg... came. The Queen hissed, wrapped in discomfort, quite ready to be done with this. Perhaps not ready to share her children with the world, however. When at last the final egg was laid, the Gold peered in exhaustion at her brood.

"She's fine," Aishe said absently. "Tired. Relieved." Words utterly failed her in this moment, proud as she was of her golden darling. Perhaps Rhianth would no longer be irritated by her mate, now that their eggs had arrived. That would make for a more pleasant time for them all. But Aishe could not entirely blame her dragon. There were quite a few eggs, after all. It must have been uncomfortable to carry them all for so long.


Both rider and dragon stayed quiet as Rhianth laid egg after egg. C'rian was surprised by the numbers, but said nothing; he didn't wish to distract either Aishe or Rhianth. By the time the gold finished, Kronoseth's eyes were the brightest purple-blue he'd ever witnessed, and it was clear just how proud the brown was of his golden mate and new children. Their newest clutch was here.

Rhianth, beloved, beauty incarnate. Is there anything I can get you? He knew the struggle it had been for the queen; knew how uncomfortable she had been. It was his duty to support her in all that she needed, all that her hearts desired. The queen would find the Hatching Sands her new home until their children burst forth from the egg. Oh, he wanted to meet each and every one, and was curious about the clutch's contents. How many beautiful sons and daughters would he have? Would any be like Rhianth or take after himself?

Tenderly, the brown reached out so he might gently nuzzle the golden form. He might only be a brown, but Kronoseth was entirely pleased. High Reaches might limit the worth of a brownrider, but he had always had ambitions. His legacy would live on, and he hoped this strong clutch might be proof of a brown's power.

C'rian looked to Aishe and couldn't wipe the smile on his features. He was as proud of Rhianth as he had been of Aishe when she'd given birth to their son. "She did great." To witness a dragon in such a vulnerable moment was an honor he knew very few received. He only wished he could do more. "Thirty eggs." It was shocking, but he also knew that Threadfall's return seemed to result in a spike of eggs. Twenty two in the last clutch, and twenty five at Western. Other golds in other Weyrs were producing larger clutches, too, or so he'd heard in his travels. They needed each and every one these days.


Restlessly the Golden Queen repositioned one of her eggs, rolling it gently so that it lay against one of its siblings. When the egg was posed to her liking, she started on another. Ever so delicate with her precious children, Rhianth tenderly arrayed them to best advantage. They were, after all, her treasures. And look how many younglings she might bring to the Weyr! Thirty, Mother. Would you like to meet your grandchildren? she asked, exhaustion wreathing her words.

Leaning against Kronoseth, she laid her head down upon his back. A wherry, please... in a moment. Let me rest for a bit. She had never had such a large clutch before. It was both thrilling and overwhelming. She was only glad to be finished with this trial.

Aishe squeezed C'rian's hand, glowing with pride. "She did well." They both had. Let the bigots see how well a Brown might sire a clutch! Poor Rhianth had seen how very effective and potent one might be. The Queenrider leaned her head against her weyrmate's shoulder, entirely pleased. How fabulous their bounty was!


Kronoseth was practically glowing as he looked between his beloved mate and his newest brood of children. He could not help but be ever so pleased in the number. Some might think him just a brown, but Rhianth certainly did not treat him any differently, and he had flown her very well, indeed. Bronzes might produce fine clutches, but he was living, breathing proof that his blood was just as strong as any metallic.

Maybe this would help his fellow brown brethren; and maybe even the ambitious blue. Was he not a male? Did he not help to give High Reaches a fine new clutch? Anything for you, my love. The largest, fattest wherry I can find. He could not wait to get to know the eggs, to get to watch them shift and shake. He would not part from Rhianth's side unless she wished it, or his rider required it. For now, though, he was content to support his golden love. Ah, look at them. Each as beautiful as their mother.

C'rian brought Aishe's hand up to his lips to press a kiss against it, before wrapping an arm about her as she leaned against him. "A triumph, certainly. The Weyr will be pleased, and I'm sure, will be all they can talk about." He gave a small snort. "And from a brown, at that." Like his dragon, he couldn't help but be smug. Perhaps it was the Red Star's doing--clutches were always larger during a Pass--but he would claim the victory for Kronoseth.

Browns and golds were not as unusual as in their history, but they were few enough in High Reaches.

Eveleth did not wake her rider, but moved from her ledge. The queen had been expecting this moment to come, and had stirred when Rhianth made her move to the Hatching Sands earlier that evening. Whether or not it was maternal instinct knowing when her daughter was in need, or simply experience, the queen had slept lightly that night. She would not intrude on her daughter during such a fragile moment... but the joy she felt when Rhianth invited her to see did please the queen.

Quietly, the large golden form glided from her ledge into the Hatching Grounds. She walked in with her head held high, but her eyes glowed a blue-purple as she looked upon her golden daughter. One of the few who seemed to give her a second thought. Rhianth had clutched first, and what a clutch it turned out to be! Daughter-Mine... What a brood! The pleasure and pride in her words was undeniable.

Thirty eggs... and from a brown! Hmm. While browns were not to her taste when it come to clutching figures, she would not deny that Rhianth had at least chosen a capable brown. You have outdone yourself, truly. The golden dragon was often aloof, but she stepped ever so carefully over to the clutch, and reached out her neck to gently, tenderly, caress Rhianth. She was cautious in her approach--they were her daughters, after all--but she knew how to behave around new eggs.

Ah, the newest in her great line. Oh, she had been blessed. Both Fianth and Rhianth at the Weyr; one with a clutch, the other egg heavy and certain to follow. This was a shining moment for High Reaches.  

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Introducing.... the Harry Potter Clutch!

Rhianth x Kronoseth
3574.09.22
30 Eggs // 19 PC // 11 NPC

1. Slytherin Egg A large egg in the center of the clutch in silver and green, featuring what appears to be a tunnelsnake. The egg gives very little away, yet seems to be considering whomsoever approaches it.
   
2. Felix Felicis Egg A brightly colored medium sized egg that resembles nothing so much as a canvas with rainbow paint spatters, this egg sits, almost trembling to the side. Curiosity emanates from within.
   
3. Lumos Egg Although only of medium size, this lovely violet and pink egg sparkles radiantly. A certain cheer resonates deeply within the egg, lightly touching all who draw near it.
   
4. Imperio Egg This medium large purple and yellow egg leans back against two of its siblings. Those who pass by it may feel rather drawn to it.
   
5. Gryffindor Egg This large brightly colored egg stands off to the side, its bold colors matching an equally bold personality! Those who approach may find themselves nearly bowled over by the eager soul within.
   
6. Expecto Patronum Egg A small white egg, this egg almost stands on its own, but just touches the rainbow egg. There is a quiet intensity to this egg.
   
7. Dementor Egg This small, pale green and yellow dotted egg leans against one of its siblings. Those who approach may find themselves strangely tired.
   
8. Ravenclaw Egg A large bronze and blue striped egg leaned stiffly away from the rest. It does not seem at all impressed, oh no.
   
9. Nimbus 2000 Egg A medium sized blue egg with a white cloud pattern. It seems excited to be where it is.
   
10. Death Eater Egg A small off-white egg with what appears to be a red eye. An aura of sobriety enshrouds the infant within.
    
11. Avada Kedavra Egg This medium large dark pink and gold egg stands apart from the rest, barely touching two of its siblings. Whomever is inside doesn't appear to enjoy the experience.
    
12. Sectumsempra Egg Black and red, this egg almost gives off the appearance of blood. Don't dare come closer.
    
13. Crucio Egg This smallish medium sized blue and cyan egg rests comfortably between three of its fellows. It is distinctly not amused.
    
14. Hufflepuff Egg An unassuming yet largeish egg at the back of the clutch, this yellow and black egg does not seem to mind its location at all. In fact, it may very well prefer it.
    
15. Firebolt Egg A large white and black striped egg leaning against two others. This egg is ready to go, go, go! If watched closely, it seems to sway slightly.
    
16. Forbidden Forest Egg A tiny green and black egg appearing to depict some darkly wood. It is beckons, yet carries a hint of menace and mystery.
    
17. Auror Egg A smallish medium sized grey egg with white stripes resting against only one of its clutchsibs. It appears to be ever watchful.
    
18. Amortentia Egg A small pink egg with hearts upon its shell. The egg gleefully welcomes all comers with the distinct impression of delight.
    
19. Expelliarmus Egg A large striped tan egg who both shelters and leans against several others. This egg is not here to play around, thank you.
    

 

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Fianth's Clutching

Fianth ad been restless for some time, uncomfortable with her size, and all the aches and pains that went along with being a brooding dragon. While the pale queen loved to be egg-heavy, it wasn't always a pleasant experience, no matter how collected and happy she appeared. She was unable to easily move or get around; her size forced her to waddle an walk awkwardly, and flight was tiresome and difficult. She no longer could join the Queen's Wing in battle, and could hardly hunt in the feeding grounds, much less outside the Weyr. Rixth had done his duty well, it seemed, but even Fianth's patience was wearing thin.

The time came at an early hour, long before dawn, when most of the Weyr was asleep. The gold had been unable to get comfortable on her ledge, and had spent much of the night tossing and turning. She hadn't wanted to wake Krahsujunth, but there just wasn't any position that felt right; her limbs were sore, her back ached, and no matter how she curled up, she just felt uncomfortable. Miserable, even.

So, the queen turned and pressed her muzzle fondly against the form of Krahsujunth, before getting to her feet. Though she was clumsy and awkward, though she had stood and sat and turned multiple times, this time she would not settle back down against her love. No, this time she reached out to gently touch the mind of her beloved rider.

Mine...The hour draws near. Her words were gentle, and she knew her rider to be well awake. Just as Fianth was restless, Olliah had found sleep difficult the past few nights; she hared in her riders discomfort, and had been just as restless as her queen. Sleep never came easy when her beloved gold was due.... But even though she was tired, a new excitement gripped the woman.

I'm up, dear heart. I'll meet you there.

Olliah quickly dressed, and headed into the Hatching Grounds. One benefit of being the Weyrwoman Second was the location of the Hatching Sands and her Weyr. She had her own private entrance, and her own stars down to the hot sands

The gold had stepped into the Sands like she had a hundred times in the previous sevenday's. Rhianth was off to one side, and Fianth did her best not to disturb her beloved sister, or her clutch. She hummed a soft greeting, but did not wish to wake her beloved sister or her beautiful clutch. But Fianth could not help that she needed to be here. There would be no waiting now, no indecision.

There you go, love. Take all the time you need. Olliah encouraged, sitting down in the tiers. Getting to see the eggs first was always a treat; though she was as much there for support as she was simply to be a witness. Clutching could go quickly, but could also go slowly. No clutching was ever the same, Olliah had discovered, and this one was no exception.

By the time Fianth had laid the last of her eggs, the sun had not yet risen, though the sky was beginning to lighten. You did well, love. Olliah encouraged, enjoying the quiet, and admiring the new clutch laid out in the Sands. Fianth was tired, and sore, but very happy as she nuzzled, and fussed, over each and every egg. But the family was not entirely complete...

Beloved Krahsujunth.... If you wish to see our babies, you may now come. The pale queen finally felt comfortable enough to allow her beloved to enter. She wanted him to be the first to see their family, and to get to know the eggs. Rixth would be invited in later... Right now, all the sleepy queen wanted was him. Oh, she hoped he might love them as she loved them.

The time had come. Krahsujunth had been glowing like a proddy green the last days, though from pride, not lust. Fianth, the sunlight of his life, was due to clutch! It had been a thrilling thing for him, to realize that, though indeed Rixith had sired the eggs, that the bronze was content to play uncle only, and name Krahsujunth himself as clutchfather. The bronze had won a level of respect from the blue that few others had, that day. He would not mind sharing the sands with him come hatching day.

But now, today, this day, was for his Fianth. His Fianth, and hopefully, himself. He had treated her much the same as before her flight in the days following it. Unlike a human mother-to-be, a dragon one was just as strong as ever. And even if they were not, his Fianth certainly was. She needed none of his help, though if she'd asked for anything he'd have moved the Red Star itself to see it done. And now, of course, he could not help, even if he wanted to. The time she spent on the sands was hers alone, to bring her...no, their eggs to Pern, and all he could do was wait. Her nudge had roused him to instant alertness, but he had been able to do was...wait.

And he did. Perched standing on the edge of their shared ledge, he stared towards the mouth of the hatching sangs like a gargoyle guardian, eyes whirling orange through the darkness until the sky over the edge of the bowl began to lighten. He would not move from his watch until she summoned him, or at least let him know that all was well. Just as V'rind's mate had kept at her side as she had labored to bring her twin hatchlings to the world, he would be here, offering stoic but certain support from the sidelines. And of course, as soon as she summoned him, he was there in a breath, so quickly one would think he’d betweened on foot, trembling with awe and wonder to see the treasures she'd brought into the world.

He wanted to crow. Wanted to trumpet pride and the bounding love that made his hearts thunder louder than even during threadfall. Instead he ever so gently—and with an eye to Fianth should she even hint disapproval—reached his neck out to nudge the nearest, tiny egg. I’m here. Swung around to croon, broad wedge head pressing to his heart of hearts’. I’m here for you.

The pale queen watched as Krahsujunth tenderly reached out to the small egg. She had settled herself just behind her clutch, ensuring each one well within her reach. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, but she would not yet sleep. No, her purple-blue eyes could only watch Krahsujunth and her newest clutch. To see him among the eggs, to see how gentle he was, how careful... Oh, he was perfection. Are you happy, my Krah? She asked gently, shifting so she might rest her head against his. Might you stay with me... With us? Rest a while here, and let them get to know you. She would teach him, later, how to gently turn the eggs if he so wished to know. If nothing else, his presence alone could be felt--would be felt-- among the eggs and she would tell each one their story.

The pale queen watched as Krahsujunth tenderly reached out to the small egg. She had settled herself just behind her clutch, ensuring each one well within her reach. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, but she would not yet sleep. No, her purple-blue eyes could only watch Krahsujunth and her newest clutch. To see him among the eggs, to see how gentle he was, how careful... Oh, he was perfection. Are you happy, my Krah? She asked gently, shifting so she might rest her head against his. Might you stay with me... With us? Rest a while here, and let them get to know you. She would teach him, later, how to gently turn the eggs if he so wished to know. If nothing else, his presence alone could be felt--would be felt-- among the eggs and she would tell each one their story.

Would that he had two heads, so that he might indulge in the sight of both his love and their new family at once. There were too many places to look, but...truly were he able to fill his eyes half as well as he might like he feared his hearts would simply burst. The purple-blue of his eyes was so dark it had gone nearly black, as rich and velvety as a midnight sky. With the utmost care and a gentle grace that seemed almost unnatural from the stern, straightforward, unyielding blue, he lowered himself to tuck up against Fianth's side at the heart of their clutch. Sun of my life, moons of my hearts; command my absence and you shall have it, or else no force on Pern could move me from your side. There would be thread to fight eventually, of course, and other needs to tend, but right now...right now, the world began and ended here, in this little quiet corner. The blue's deep chest gave off a purring rumble as he shifted to rest his head atop Fianth's back, peering over her at the eggs scattered there. So many...I did not know that my hearts could hold more love than already they had, and yet... They grow. A long, deep, sated-to-the-soul sigh. You must be tired. You should be the one resting. If you need it, I will hunt for you, hold you close. I will watch them until you wake again.

Fianth sighed contentedly. She was hungry, certainly, but tired. With Krah cuddled up close, and her eggs resting before her, Fianth couldn't ask for anything more. Food would be wonderful but not yet. Not now. I want to treasure this moment.

Olliah gave a tired a smile, quietly removing herself from her queen to give the blue and gold some time. She was used to having company during these moments; how many times had she shared such joy with K'ienn? There was a moment's pang, a wish for such shared joy and yet... It passed. She forced it to pass. With his history he'd share this moment with some other gold. And what of another dark-haired man? Perhaps... No. No need to sully this tender moment with anyone else. She would have to see if Rixth's rider wished to see the eggs. Later, when Fianth was prepared to let others draw near. For now, she would sit up in the Tiers, and simply admire Pern's future.

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Krahsujunth had been given time to spend with the eggs, and FIanth dozed for a spell. But the Queen did not sleep long. With the sun rising, and the Weyr waking, she knew it would not be long before rumor began to spread and interested people and dragons would begin poking their head's into the Hatching grounds.

Reaching out, the queen gently touched the mind of the bronze whom had caught her during her flight. The bronze had certainly flown her well, and she would not forget the kindness the stranger had granted her. Sweet Rixth, are you awake? If so... Come, see what you helped to create and meet the eggs. Your rider an come too, if he is interested. Mine is sitting in the tiers. She was not a cruel queen, nor would she deny the bronze his due. He had been nothing but a gentleman and had not been nasty to her rugged blue, nor judged her for her choice of hearts. No, she had chosen well, and had brought strong blood to the Weyr.

No matter what High Reaches might think about who she shared a ledge with... they could not deny she had done her duty where clutches were concerned.

He was almost still awake, having been unable to properly settle down until just over an hour ago. There was a buzz in the air that wouldn't let him rest, and when he felt Fianth's request touch his dozing mind, Rixth finally realized its source. He was nearly halfway to the sands before he replied.

Y... yes. Fianth. Krahsujunth. I'm on my way. The words themselves might have been respectful, but his tone was laced with such giddy excitement that it drowned out any pretense of formality. The time would come for him to act the Weyr-appropriate bronze. Right now he was going to meet the babies.

It was likely an amusing sight for anyone who was awake to see it—a large, shiny dragon sneaking across High Reaches as the sun broke over the horizon—but Rixth managed to reach his destination with surprising stealth, pausing as he gently announced his arrival and ducked inside.

Fianth turned her eyes on to the bronze as he approached. She was relatively easy going as far as clutching queen's went, but she would keep an eye on Rixth, just as she had Krahsujunth. Her eyes were a bright purple-blue, though they turned more green-blue as she welcomed the foreign bronze. You may approach and look closer at them, if you wish. Just be gentle with them. No one else would be allowed near outside her rider. Not when the eggs were so soft.

At this point, she had moved a few, and currently had a few eggs resting against her forarms where she could cuddle and tenderly fuss. She would rotate the eggs, and spend time with each one countless times as the days passed. For now, though, she was content. Krahsujunth was there, and now bronze Rixth. She sent the bronze a wave of exhausted fondness. ... what do you think? Did he like them? Did the love them? Would he still be okay being part of such an unusual family circle? Would he stay? Or would he leave the Weyr after his children broke shell?

Rixth hadn't noticed when his breathing had stopped, and the violet Fianth's eyes had lost his gained, at least for a moment. By the time he spoke again he had gathered his composure, and they swirled back to a deep blue as he sent her support and a hint of the pride he felt at the sight that greeted him. He did love them and he would probably leave. But he would most definitely be back.

I think they're beautiful. He had attended other hatchings in his time, but his memories of those eggs seemed thoroughly lackluster by comparison. As is their mother. Rixth was well aware that Krah was just... right there, but the blue could hardly fault him for stating the truth. He took several steps forward, each more confident than the last. This is going to sound foolish, but... they're so small. He crouched lower, maintaining a very safe distance as he peered at one of the brighter shells. It would probably be frowned upon to parade them all around on my back once they've hatched.

He was only partially kidding.

The queen would push back amusement at the bronze. You were always a kind bronze. So complimentary and considerate. Honestly, for having known nothing about him before her flight, Fianth was more and more pleased by her choice. Of all her contenders, this bronze had been kind to her in ways that made her wonder if she hadn't painted them all with a broad brush after Yisketh. And even then, she knew in her heart-of-hearts, it had been less Yisketh and more his that he tarnished her view on the metallic males of the Weyr. Rixth was almost like a balm... but blues. Blues were definitely her choice when love where true love and passion were concerned.

It's not foolish. They are very small, very delicate, but they won't remain that way. Once they hatch, they will grow, and swiftly at that. Ah, but Fianth was in no rush for that day. Right now, her eggs had only just arrived.

When the bronze commented about parading them on his back, the gold gave a small, amused snort. They might not all fit. You did rather produce a large brood. At nearly thirty eggs, it was a large clutch.

He stood straighter at that, some of his pride breaking through the awe.

You're right. They probably wouldn't. Rixth took the time to look at each of those nearly thirty eggs in turn, wondering what sorts of dragons they held. He refused to entertain the idea that any of them wouldn't hatch or wouldn't find theirs, and the image of that many squirming hatchling bodies clinging to him... it was quite possibly the silliest thought he'd ever had. I'll try my hardest not to suggest it.

The bronze let his mirth touch each egg as he got one last look at them for now, then he turned to Fianth and bowed his head. I'll leave you now, if you'd like? I imagine you're exhausted.

Fianth sent a happy, but still tired, wave of happiness to the bronze. I appreciate the thoughtfulness. You are welcome back anytime you wish to have a look. Of course, she would invite him for the Hatching, as well, but that was still some time away. Giving a yawn, the queen resettled herself against Krahsujunth, and rested her head against his. The blue would guard her clutch while she slept.... though she knew it would not be long before the Weyrfolk came to look.

Her clutch was not as large as Rhianth's... but it was still decently sized. Yes, High Reaches could rejoice in the knowledge that their future was secured.  

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Introducing.... the Disney Song Clutch!

Fianth x Rixth
3574.09.27
29 Eggs // 20 PC // 9 NPC

1. Let It Go - Frozen This medium sized blue egg has bright blue stripes streaking over it. There's a restlessness about this egg, as if its contents want nothing more than to be free.
   
2. Go The Distance - Hercules A large pink egg with ripples down the center, there is a sense of yearning about it.
   
3. Colors of the Wind - Pocahontas A small purple-blue egg with what almost looks like bright yellow lightning streaking down from it. There's nothing but serenity and peace about this egg.
   
4. Be Prepared - The Lion King This small blue egg looks like it's stained with blood. It is isolated and alone, and seems to prefer it.
   
5. I'll Make a Man Out of You - Mulan A large pink egg near the front, with a few white stripes, and a splash of gold. This egg seems fiercely protective and seems to be watching you.
   
6. Perfect Isn't Easy - Oliver & Company A large pale blue egg in the back of the clutch, with white streaks -- one in the shape of a heart. It demands your attention!
   
7. Once Upon a Dream - Sleeping Beauty A medium sized lavender egg with paler feline-like spots seems to be lost among a dream.
   
8. How Far I'll Go - Moana A medium sized green egg with green cracks painted upon it sits loser to the back of the clutch. Let's go, let's go, let's go, it seems to say.
   
9. Someday My Prince Will Come - Snow White A blue egg with a white tribal pattern close to the front. There is a sense of romance about this egg, and those who get too close might find their hearts a flutter.
   
10. Remember Me - Coco A small pale blue egg with what looks like a musical note near the center of the clutch. It is curious and wants you to draw near!
    
11. When You Wish Upon a Star - Pinocchio A small pink and white egg that sits near the center of the clutch. This egg seems is yearning for something, or someone.
    
12. You Can Fly! You Can Fly! You Can Fly! - Peter Pan This is a medium sized blue egg in the back of the clutch, dusted with stars. It is impish and wants nothing more than to have fun!
    
13. Friends on the Other Side - Princess & the Frog A large purple egg with a green, smokelike marking upon it. This egg sits near the center of the clutch, and seems very smug.
    
14. Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid A medium sized green plaid egg that is off to the side. There's something nurturing about this egg, beckoning you to tell it of its woes.
    
15. Baby Mine - Dumbo A small pink egg with two little black spots that almost look like eyes. It sits quietly up front and wants nothing but your love.
    
16. You've Got a Friend In Me - Toy Story A small pink and magenta egg, that give sthe appearance of a galaxy sits front and center. It is a friendly little egg.
    
17. You'll Be In My Heart - Tarzan A large grey egg, with a few darker grey markings. Those who draw near will feel a sense of curiosity about it.
    
18. Friend Like Me - Aladdin A medium mottled purple egg near the bak of the clutch. This egg draws the egg and seems a bit flamboyant.
    
19. A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes - Cinderella A small orange egg with pale yellow stars. It rests quietly to the side, and doesn't seem to be vying for any sort of attention.
    
20. Be Our Guest - Beauty & the Beast This medium sized yellow and white egg rests near the back, but exudes warmth and welcome.

 

[Uta]

Please keep in mind that the size of these eggs does not equate to the color inside! A bronze could be hatched from a small egg, and grow; just like a green could be hidden in some of the larger eggs. You just won't know until the Hatching! Also, some of these eggs might go to staff as staff customs! Some of these eggs might go to players! And some of those lovely NPC eggs might surprise the group by turning into PC characters during the Hatching -- either for staff or players!

Now that the clutches have been laid, what does this mean for you?

First and foremost, you can now sign your Candidates up if you'd like them to be considered as a possible match for this clutch! Both High Reaches & Western Weyr Candidates are accepted!

Candidate Sign Up! [Will be setting this up! Will link once it's there!]

We do have a Permanent Candidate Sign Up Thread! If your characters aren't here, you may want to add them! Candidates signed up this way will be considered for any clutch they are eligible for, regardless whether you're there or not! xXx

Third, we will be having a Touching sometime in the near future, but will likely assume that takes place at least 3 to 4 weeks after the clutching. Once that wraps, the Hatching could happen at any point, so beware! There might be a delay on the Touching. We're finishing up a few things so don't expect it to drop quite yet. :3 But it will, soon!

Lastly... What's this, what's this? With so many eggs, who wants afew more? We're introducing Player Custom-Ins to both these clutches! Interested in a possible custom-in hatchling? Player Custom-In Thread