[G] [C] 734.07.29 | Circle of Life [Hatching]

Ah, B’jin..? A pause. Love, wake up! The green dragon’s voice poked gently against the edge of B’jin’s mind, including R’nd and Ayyonth in her mild mannered insistence that her rider regain consciousness. It was not working, at all, and Larrikith puffed a great sigh as she moved around the hut to put her head against the window, peering in through the uncurtained window. Her eyes swirled bright and excited colours, with mild flashes of amused irritation flickering through, and clearly aimed at her human half.

Mmph, B’jin’s response was mostly mental, but also came out a mumbled sigh as he snuggled closer to R’nd; the bluerider’s feet were cold, but B’jin ignored that. He had gone to bed much earlier than his lover, exhausted from a day of filling candidate brains with information about the upcoming Hatching; how to act, how not to act, all the fun things. Whatever time it was (and B’jin was far too asleep to even begin to figure that out) R’nd was in bed with him, he was warm and cuddly (except for his cold toes, which were diligently avoided), and B’jin was much, much too comfortable to wake up! Larrikith was an annoyance – like a mosquito buzzing around his ear – not important enough to wake up and do something about it… but annoying enough to have B’jin on the brink of consciousness.

B’jin! Damn it man, wake up! the green dragon, giving up on being polite and gentle, threw her voice into her human’s empty head with force, unintentionally yelling at both R’nd and Ayyonth in the process. Her mate was given an apologetic look when commotion erupted from inside the hut. At least Ayyonth had actually been awake, and she was pretty sure her first few comments had re-woken the bluerider, if his dragon hadn’t already done so – or the fact that the Weyr was now alive with humming. The eggs are hatching, you great lump!

“Of course they are.” The pathetic, whining and tearful tone of B’jin’s voice was enough to make Larrikith’s nose crinkle in disgust as she gave the man a flat look through the window. Get dressed! You need to conduct the candidates! “You do it.” It does not work like that and you know it! Get out of bed! Where is that stupid little gold runt? What good is a firelizard if they don’t annoy you as much as they do me? Huffy, puffy and probably quite capable of blowing down R’nd’s hut, Larrikith gave the wall of the bedroom a bump with her well-padded hip, snorting when building actually trembled a little.

Get up!
“I AM!” B’jin’s unexpected bellow startled Shimmer, who squealed in fright and buried herself in B’jin’s hair in a little gold ball, trembling while the greenrider rolled out of bed – literally. Thankfully, he hadn’t still had his face pressed against R’nd when he shouted, and spared the bluerider temporary deafness – or a blown ear drum. Grumbling and clearly irked, B’jin stalked grumpily around the bedroom, tossing R’nd’s clothes at the bluerider in what was a clear indication that he was not staying in bed while B’jin was forced to babysit.

Tut-tut; if we didn’t all know better, we’d think you were proddy! The green gave a chirp of laughter between breaths of humming when B’jin threw his pyjama pants at the wall and mumbled something vile under his breath. Nose scrunched up, and clearly in a very bad mood about being woken up two hours into a very lovely sleep when he was overworked and overtired, B’jin grabbed R’nd’s wrist – not checking to see exactly how well dressed his lover was – and proceeded to drag the poor man towards the door.

“Fucking eggs.”

That isn’t very pretty language! Mind your tongue or you’ll teach the babies dirty words. Last thing we need is them naming one of their riders ‘fuck you’.

“Ha-ha,” B’jin drawled. “Besides, it would be ‘F’cku’ not ‘fuck you’. Get it right you stupid twat.”

Larrikith replied with good humour, entertained by B’jin’s foul mood and doing nothing to remove it as she baited him and teased him the entire – if short – glide to the Hatching Circuit. More awake, and thus more capable of spilling vile retorts to his dragon, B’jin met the candidates as they gathered at the entrance, his nasty expression forestalling any tomfoolery on their behalf; the greenrider was clearly in a horrendous mood and wouldn’t hesitate to make them miserable the moment they said something unwise.

Eyeing each candidate in turn, B’jin nodded at them individually to pass them through, waving them onto the Sands one at a time when he was convinced they were dressed to his satisfaction, and both awake and sober enough to concentrate on what was going on around them. There wasn’t any good reason for any of them to be drunk, and most he knew had bedtimes around that hour, though he noticed several of the youngsters looking a bit glassy-eyed behind their nervous excitement.

Keep an eye on the tired ones.
Yes sir! Larrikith’s tone was mocking but upbeat, and filled with laughter as she pranced onto the edge of the sands, and dramatically made a show of eyeing the group of candidates with one laughing eye. B’jin scowled at her before stalking over to where R’nd was standing. A deep breath was taken in, and puffed out slowly as B’jin wove the fingers of his left hand through those of R’nd’s right, giving a gentle squeeze.

He was stressed, and worried, and he did not like being woken up!

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Okay! Candidates can move straight out to stand around the eggs and the Hatching will begin in the next post! Sorry it took me all fucking year to get this up :|

B’jin’s Candidates:
- Will have been told to wear shoes! He doesn’t approve of burned tootsies.
- Be in Candidate robes that more or less fit them lol
- Will have hair pulled back in a pony-tail or a braid, and be jewellery, belt, sash, or anything ‘extra’, free.
- Firelizards are allowed, so long as they are controlled at all times. Larrikith will eat banish them if they are naughty.

There are a lot of young boys who didn’t get their Candidate Application edited to include their honorific (or I missed it if they were). Can all male characters please include what their honorific will be, should they Impress, in an OOC comment at the bottom of their post. Thank you!

On honorifics – it is SP canon that the dragon picks the honorific. They might pick something their rider likes, something they do not, or whatever. They will usually pluck the name from their rider’s mind, so it is likely that said rider will like their name, or have ‘pre picked’ it on some level subconsciously prior to Impression.

Unless, of course, their dragon is a smart arse like Ayyonth and chooses a name like R’nd :D

B’jin would appreciate it if the following process was undergone once Impressed:
- Move dragonet to the sidelines and feed the little fucker
- Slap oil on any particularly dry spots
- Go to bed. Now.
- Do not get up before 11am the 30th unless you are dying.
- If you must get up, bug R’nd keep quiet and considerate of everyone else. Feed your dragonet if they are hungry, and take them to the river edge for a bath and oil.

In reference to the landslide.
- Hatching takes place 11pm – about 3am on the 29th and 30th of month 7
- The 30th will be spent in celebration; any excuse to drink booze and party.
- The landslide will happen in the early hours of the 1st of month 8 when everyone is drunkenly passed out.

More details and information WILL be given about the landslide within the week. We’d ask that you not RP past the current event of Hatching and Celebration until we give the go-ahead. We still have a couple of kinks to iron out.

Thank you for understanding!