02.Jul.21, 01:54 PM
Helyna had already been up for hours, trying to get as much work done as possible in the relatively cooler hours of the morning. This heat wave was putting everyone on edge, and she wished the weather would just break and return to normal soon. The eggs had seemed to relish it; with no signs of movement for nearly two weeks, all she could think was that they liked the added humidity and wanted to linger a while longer in their shells. But it was making Iliyith grumpy and impatient and Helyna found herself spending far too much time in the hatching grounds trying to distract the gold.
Helyna, they’re finally moving. I think it’s starting. The gold’s mindvoice held a hint of relief. Despite still being able to sense her babies were there, she had experienced anxiety about losing them. One or two of the eggs had been reluctantly moved when they stopped responding, and she’d been expecting the worst, coddling them almost as much as she did the precious gold egg.
I’ll be right down. Go ahead and alert the others here, if you’re sure, she replied, setting aside her work and quickly changing into a loose gown that would hopefully keep the worst of the heat at bay. Vondlyn was already in the creche, so all that was left was to notify the other Weyrs. She’d had the letters ready for nearly a week; all that was left was to add a date quickly, then bundle them up for someone to take. She passed them off to a weyrling on her way down with instructions on where to take them, then entered the cavern.
Iliyith was hovering over the eggs, checking them. She had been curious when the healers had approached Helyna about marking the shells. It had been a day after the Touching, and only two of the eggs had been moved since, but the markings were easily touched up. The first ones marked only with wax had dripped and run, but they’d found a mixture that seemed to work well without flaking too much--at least until this heat wave. It was an interesting experiment, though they all wished they’d tried on a smaller clutch; the constant touch-ups (which of course only she was allowed by the gold to do) in the first few days had nearly had her call the whole idea off.
“It’s a good clutch, my darling. No need to keep fussing over them.” She patted the gold and urged her to move aside. Iliyith’s eyes whirled with excitement and she huffed, but carefully moved out of the way and settled down nearby to watch, beginning to hum. Helyna checked that the markings were all still there, then took her own place, letting Iliyith’s excitement drive thoughts of the heat away at least for now.
Helyna, they’re finally moving. I think it’s starting. The gold’s mindvoice held a hint of relief. Despite still being able to sense her babies were there, she had experienced anxiety about losing them. One or two of the eggs had been reluctantly moved when they stopped responding, and she’d been expecting the worst, coddling them almost as much as she did the precious gold egg.
I’ll be right down. Go ahead and alert the others here, if you’re sure, she replied, setting aside her work and quickly changing into a loose gown that would hopefully keep the worst of the heat at bay. Vondlyn was already in the creche, so all that was left was to notify the other Weyrs. She’d had the letters ready for nearly a week; all that was left was to add a date quickly, then bundle them up for someone to take. She passed them off to a weyrling on her way down with instructions on where to take them, then entered the cavern.
Iliyith was hovering over the eggs, checking them. She had been curious when the healers had approached Helyna about marking the shells. It had been a day after the Touching, and only two of the eggs had been moved since, but the markings were easily touched up. The first ones marked only with wax had dripped and run, but they’d found a mixture that seemed to work well without flaking too much--at least until this heat wave. It was an interesting experiment, though they all wished they’d tried on a smaller clutch; the constant touch-ups (which of course only she was allowed by the gold to do) in the first few days had nearly had her call the whole idea off.
“It’s a good clutch, my darling. No need to keep fussing over them.” She patted the gold and urged her to move aside. Iliyith’s eyes whirled with excitement and she huffed, but carefully moved out of the way and settled down nearby to watch, beginning to hum. Helyna checked that the markings were all still there, then took her own place, letting Iliyith’s excitement drive thoughts of the heat away at least for now.