29.May.18, 11:46 PM
Mulrissa woke to the sound of chirping, and rolled over to find a brown firelizard on her pillow. She recognized her son’s Sandy, and immediately sat up. “The Hatching is starting?” She asked the flit, who chirped excitedly and started zipping around her bedroom. ’Bedith, did you hear that?’ She asked her dragon, who grumbled sleepily from farther in the weyr.
I heard. I also knew already. Bedith replied as Rissa got up and headed towards Ginorra’s room to wake her daughter. Do you still insist we attend? The gold asked, though she knew the answer.
’Chalris is Standing. It’s only his second time on the Sands, and we’re going to support him.’ She explained for the umpteenth time, knocking on the door to the smaller bedroom.
“Ginorra, the eggs at Ista are starting to hatch. Get ready to head over there.” She said, before returning to her own room to dress.
Chalris is a competent child, and does not need us there. I would expect no less from one of yours. Bedith sighed, starting to uncurl her bulk sulkily, still very much not enthused about rousing and attending some other gold’s clutch Hatching. It wasn’t hers so why should she care?
Still, within the next half hour Rissa, Ginorra, and Bedith were ready to head out. Sandy had stayed with them, deciding that clinging to Ginorra’s shoulder was more fun than risking the wrath of Nadioth if he stayed with the Candidate he had bonded to. Soon they had arrived at Ista, the island Weyr much hotter even at dawn than Telgar.
“Bedith, drop us off somewhere than go find someplace comfortable for yourself.” Mulrissa asked, speaking aloud for Ginorra’s benefit. Bedith complied, though she landed as far as she possibly could from Nadioth without making her bonded and her bonded’s child walk across the entire Hatching Grounds. Once they had dismounted, Bedith gave a terse yet polite greeting to Nadioth. She had a slightly higher tolerance for the other queen than she did for most golds, as Nadioth was younger and they’d never really been forced to share space (and therefore get into conflicts). Still, Bedith hated when other golds were given more attention than her, so she kept the greeting brief and quickly made her way to the most out of the reach ledge she would fit on, where she curled into a towering mass of disgruntled gold dragon and waited for the proceedings to be over so she could go back to sleep (she wasn’t rude enough to sleep during the Hatching, but it was tempting).
By the time Bedith had found a spot, so had Rissa, and she had started looking at all the Candidates for her son. Thankfully, his bright hair and dark skin were distinctive so he was fairly easy to spot. “Look! There he is!” She said, poking Ginorra in the arm and pointing at Chalris, before waving excitedly at him. He waved back, and as he turned to pay attention to something the Weyrlingmaster was saying, Mulrissa settled in to wait for the first shell to crack.
I heard. I also knew already. Bedith replied as Rissa got up and headed towards Ginorra’s room to wake her daughter. Do you still insist we attend? The gold asked, though she knew the answer.
’Chalris is Standing. It’s only his second time on the Sands, and we’re going to support him.’ She explained for the umpteenth time, knocking on the door to the smaller bedroom.
“Ginorra, the eggs at Ista are starting to hatch. Get ready to head over there.” She said, before returning to her own room to dress.
Chalris is a competent child, and does not need us there. I would expect no less from one of yours. Bedith sighed, starting to uncurl her bulk sulkily, still very much not enthused about rousing and attending some other gold’s clutch Hatching. It wasn’t hers so why should she care?
Still, within the next half hour Rissa, Ginorra, and Bedith were ready to head out. Sandy had stayed with them, deciding that clinging to Ginorra’s shoulder was more fun than risking the wrath of Nadioth if he stayed with the Candidate he had bonded to. Soon they had arrived at Ista, the island Weyr much hotter even at dawn than Telgar.
“Bedith, drop us off somewhere than go find someplace comfortable for yourself.” Mulrissa asked, speaking aloud for Ginorra’s benefit. Bedith complied, though she landed as far as she possibly could from Nadioth without making her bonded and her bonded’s child walk across the entire Hatching Grounds. Once they had dismounted, Bedith gave a terse yet polite greeting to Nadioth. She had a slightly higher tolerance for the other queen than she did for most golds, as Nadioth was younger and they’d never really been forced to share space (and therefore get into conflicts). Still, Bedith hated when other golds were given more attention than her, so she kept the greeting brief and quickly made her way to the most out of the reach ledge she would fit on, where she curled into a towering mass of disgruntled gold dragon and waited for the proceedings to be over so she could go back to sleep (she wasn’t rude enough to sleep during the Hatching, but it was tempting).
By the time Bedith had found a spot, so had Rissa, and she had started looking at all the Candidates for her son. Thankfully, his bright hair and dark skin were distinctive so he was fairly easy to spot. “Look! There he is!” She said, poking Ginorra in the arm and pointing at Chalris, before waving excitedly at him. He waved back, and as he turned to pay attention to something the Weyrlingmaster was saying, Mulrissa settled in to wait for the first shell to crack.