[G] [C] 732.12.12 | Cross-hatching [Future Designs Hatching]

Twist. Turn. Another twist, and then a little skip backwards. A spiral had changed to a circle, then an oval, and an oblong. Now, a square with two small dots on top. The antsiness was something that had been a common occurrence as the weeks had progressed and the eggs grew more and more firm. At one point, Krypth had decided it was a grand idea to try and bury her younglings in the Sands and see if they would be able to fight their way to the surface. That had been set to rights, however, and now the clutch was spread out in a perfect line, eleven points from largest to smallest. The Sands were fairly barren, with just the young mother and her children, Jada, and a brown firelizard clinging to Jada's bun, his tail draped over her shoulder.

Yesterday, a Healer had been chased off the Sands by a furious Krypth, and Jada had been severely chastised for the poor woman's near heart attack. Not like it was Jada's fault, she hadn't even been around. Still, Jada had reprimanded her dragon as expected, taken the screaming in her face with decorum, and waited until the lecturer's back was turned before she made a gesture she had learned from Indivara. Bint. Then again, it hadn't been much better today, with Krypth refusing to let even Jada onto the Sands from dawn to dusk. It was that very standoffishness that had Jada on alert for a familiar humming to start. Had most everyone on edge, in fact.

And now, an hour after midnight, she was finally able to step on the Sands. She had woken in a sweat, Krypth's consciousness brushing against her own insistently. She slid her feet into shoes, blinking sleep from her eyes and running a hand through her hair. Stumbling towards the Sands, it was interesting to see how very quiet the Weyr was this time of the evening. Almost no one was about, so there were no comments on her state of disarray... until she stepped onto the Sands. Seriously? You showed up in your nightie?

"It isn't my nightie." Jada protested. "Not exactly."

Well, you're stuck with it now. Krypth informed her tartly, and then a humming began. Klah's head popped up over the Gold's wing, his small body vibrating in reply. And then the humming began outside the Sands as well, spreading through the Weyr like a wave. Jada blinked again and burst into motion, running her hands through her hair and trying to make herself presentable. Hatching- meat! The kitchens! Would they be prepared for anything at this hour? And while the tables to the side were somewhat stocked in the event of an incident- Relax. My children are coming!

Jada puffed out air and nodded, possibly more nervous this time than she had been the last. Moving to her bondmate, she pressed a hand to the white-gold hide and beamed at the Queen. "Good job, dear heart. Now, no letting them eat anyone."

My children? Nonsense. Their father isn't some Bronze, like Hoth. They'll have more sense than to cause a fuss.

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Locked until the Hatching begins, sometime on 12/26/12 Aussie time, so sometime on Christmas night for those of us East Coast? Please remember that while there will only be up to 5 PC Impressions this clutch, as per usual, there will be plenty more opportunities! Have fun!
Egg01 - FDBrown01 to FDMale02
Egg02 - FDBlue02 to FDMale04
Egg03 - FDBrown02 to FDMale05
Egg04 - FDGreen01 to FDMale01
Egg05 - FDGreen02 to FDMale06
Egg06 - FDGreen04 to FDMale08
Egg07 - FDGreen03 to FDMale07
Egg08 - FDBlue01 to FDMale03
Egg09 - Araith to Seijin
Egg10 - Khaduceth to Talian
Egg11 - FDBlue03 to FDMale09** This is the kid that thought browns fly blues, and will spend the next 2 years making B'jin's brain bleed.