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13.Jan.14, 08:59 AM
That one moved!
Rhaedalyn giggled as Aradissicath believed yet again that her eggs were about to hatch. They were about due but she hadn’t seen a single twitch out of the massive clutch yet despite continuing her guard of the Sands with her dragon. In truth, she was making sure the gold continued to behave herself though her mood was rather improved since everyone had cleared out yet again and left her alone. It seemed Aradissicath liked having the hatching circuit to call her own and didn’t enjoy sharing the quiet space with anyone else. Rhaedalyn tended to agree; she got a lot of work done and they were able to swap stories. Aradissicath was starting to create beautiful ones now instead of simply asking questions or trying to build on others.
“Hush, darling. We’ll definitely know when they’re ready to hatch. You don’t need to eye them up so much. Besides, it’s Ren’s birthday today. They can’t hatch; it’d be terribly rude to steal our attention from him.” Rhaedalyn held up the shirt she had been working on in secret as a gift for the bronzerider. He seemed to like the last one she managed to make without poor stitching or horrible colour choices so a new one was deemed acceptable for a birthday gift. She had been relieved it survived the landslide and smuggled it to the new location of the Weyr to work on when she could. R’nya had a habit of checking up on them but Rhaedalyn had learned to keep an eye out for the peeping bronzerider coming to check on them and the clutch.
Whisper chirped her agreement with the assessment. R’nya’s birthday needed to be perfect and that included a lack of dragonets prancing around stealing their attention and time. They had gifts and snacks for the wonderful man! A purr of what sounded curiously like a sigh of longing made Rhaedalyn giggle again and she patted the little gold on her head. Her crush on the bronzerider was sweet!
“All we need to do is collect the dinner items and the pie I was promised would be set aside for us later, and we should be ready to host our little par…ty… are you kidding me?” Rhaedalyn gawked at her pair of blue firelizards as they stared at the eggs and a quiet hum started.
I told you! I told you I saw one move. Aradissicath was on her feet and shifting back and forth, anxious. It was hard to tell if she was excited or disappointed and Rhaedalyn didn’t think it was wise to ask. Her dragon had been very possessive over the eggs and even the sand they were nestled in. Hissing had become the usual mode of greeting for anyone brave enough to stop by and the poor Candidates that had been properly Searched solely for the large clutch seem terrified out of their skulls of her. The smug look on some of the ‘brats, like Indivara, led the goldrider to believe they told horror stories but the bad mood of the gold dragon certainly didn’t help anything either.
“I’m sorry I doubted you, love. But… R’nya’s birthday…” Rhaedalyn frowned as she stared from the eggs starting to quiver down to the shirt crumpled in her lap. It wasn’t like the man was that big on celebrating his day anyway. It had always been a chore to work with Kahleena in getting him to agree to go along with their ideas and outings to celebrate so perhaps a hatching would be welcome? In fact, the more she thought about it, the more Rhaedalyn realized it could be a special gift for him. Not everyone had a dragon that sired a clutch and then had it hatch on his birthday. Still, she couldn’t help the slight taste of disappointment in her mouth as she tucked the shirt back into her little work basket of threads, needles, and material.
They hatch, Aradissicath reached out to Xyreith, giving him the honour of being the first to properly know their clutch was about to burst free of their eggs and leave her loving care. She knew it was for the best but they symbolized so much to the dragon that liked to daydream almost as much as her rider. They gave them a chance to relax all day and dream up wonderful things with no one around to disturb them and their stories. But the babies needed their bonded to help them grow and become amazing dragons to be proud of.
Still, if a Candidate so much as looked cross-eyed at one of her hatchlings, Aradissicath didn’t see the harm in eating them. “Dissi! You can’t eat the Candidates. We’ve discussed this several times already.” Aradissicath gave the impression of smirking. She hadn’t realized she gave voice to her idea but rolled with it anyway. Perhaps not, but I can sit on them. Or eat their firelizards. With that new idea in her head, the large gold leaned down and licked Rumour as if testing out the idea while purposely annoying Rhaedalyn.
Rhaedalyn bopped her lightly on the nose and then smiled as the first of the crowd started to appear. “Best behaviour, okay?” Getting up off her little blanket that helped keep the heat of the sands at bay, Rhaedalyn started looking for the Candidates. She felt as nervous then as she did when she was marched onto the Sands in her robe, looking to Impress the little gold. She had failed twice before finally succeeding so she knew what they were all going through. The nerves, the excitement, the fear of rejecting, the fear of Impressing and wondering if she’d be good enough. Now there was a fear of a successful hatching hanging over her head and how everyone would view Aradissicath and her afterwards.
Rhaedalyn giggled as Aradissicath believed yet again that her eggs were about to hatch. They were about due but she hadn’t seen a single twitch out of the massive clutch yet despite continuing her guard of the Sands with her dragon. In truth, she was making sure the gold continued to behave herself though her mood was rather improved since everyone had cleared out yet again and left her alone. It seemed Aradissicath liked having the hatching circuit to call her own and didn’t enjoy sharing the quiet space with anyone else. Rhaedalyn tended to agree; she got a lot of work done and they were able to swap stories. Aradissicath was starting to create beautiful ones now instead of simply asking questions or trying to build on others.
“Hush, darling. We’ll definitely know when they’re ready to hatch. You don’t need to eye them up so much. Besides, it’s Ren’s birthday today. They can’t hatch; it’d be terribly rude to steal our attention from him.” Rhaedalyn held up the shirt she had been working on in secret as a gift for the bronzerider. He seemed to like the last one she managed to make without poor stitching or horrible colour choices so a new one was deemed acceptable for a birthday gift. She had been relieved it survived the landslide and smuggled it to the new location of the Weyr to work on when she could. R’nya had a habit of checking up on them but Rhaedalyn had learned to keep an eye out for the peeping bronzerider coming to check on them and the clutch.
Whisper chirped her agreement with the assessment. R’nya’s birthday needed to be perfect and that included a lack of dragonets prancing around stealing their attention and time. They had gifts and snacks for the wonderful man! A purr of what sounded curiously like a sigh of longing made Rhaedalyn giggle again and she patted the little gold on her head. Her crush on the bronzerider was sweet!
“All we need to do is collect the dinner items and the pie I was promised would be set aside for us later, and we should be ready to host our little par…ty… are you kidding me?” Rhaedalyn gawked at her pair of blue firelizards as they stared at the eggs and a quiet hum started.
I told you! I told you I saw one move. Aradissicath was on her feet and shifting back and forth, anxious. It was hard to tell if she was excited or disappointed and Rhaedalyn didn’t think it was wise to ask. Her dragon had been very possessive over the eggs and even the sand they were nestled in. Hissing had become the usual mode of greeting for anyone brave enough to stop by and the poor Candidates that had been properly Searched solely for the large clutch seem terrified out of their skulls of her. The smug look on some of the ‘brats, like Indivara, led the goldrider to believe they told horror stories but the bad mood of the gold dragon certainly didn’t help anything either.
“I’m sorry I doubted you, love. But… R’nya’s birthday…” Rhaedalyn frowned as she stared from the eggs starting to quiver down to the shirt crumpled in her lap. It wasn’t like the man was that big on celebrating his day anyway. It had always been a chore to work with Kahleena in getting him to agree to go along with their ideas and outings to celebrate so perhaps a hatching would be welcome? In fact, the more she thought about it, the more Rhaedalyn realized it could be a special gift for him. Not everyone had a dragon that sired a clutch and then had it hatch on his birthday. Still, she couldn’t help the slight taste of disappointment in her mouth as she tucked the shirt back into her little work basket of threads, needles, and material.
They hatch, Aradissicath reached out to Xyreith, giving him the honour of being the first to properly know their clutch was about to burst free of their eggs and leave her loving care. She knew it was for the best but they symbolized so much to the dragon that liked to daydream almost as much as her rider. They gave them a chance to relax all day and dream up wonderful things with no one around to disturb them and their stories. But the babies needed their bonded to help them grow and become amazing dragons to be proud of.
Still, if a Candidate so much as looked cross-eyed at one of her hatchlings, Aradissicath didn’t see the harm in eating them. “Dissi! You can’t eat the Candidates. We’ve discussed this several times already.” Aradissicath gave the impression of smirking. She hadn’t realized she gave voice to her idea but rolled with it anyway. Perhaps not, but I can sit on them. Or eat their firelizards. With that new idea in her head, the large gold leaned down and licked Rumour as if testing out the idea while purposely annoying Rhaedalyn.
Rhaedalyn bopped her lightly on the nose and then smiled as the first of the crowd started to appear. “Best behaviour, okay?” Getting up off her little blanket that helped keep the heat of the sands at bay, Rhaedalyn started looking for the Candidates. She felt as nervous then as she did when she was marched onto the Sands in her robe, looking to Impress the little gold. She had failed twice before finally succeeding so she knew what they were all going through. The nerves, the excitement, the fear of rejecting, the fear of Impressing and wondering if she’d be good enough. Now there was a fear of a successful hatching hanging over her head and how everyone would view Aradissicath and her afterwards.
