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30.Sep.12, 06:06 AM
When Bordtai had heard the first excited exchange that the hatching was going to begin, he wasn’t sure if he believed it or not. Had the eggs already been on the sands long enough to hatch? When he heard it a second and third time, however, as people began to shuffle out of the WeyrHall, he dipped his rag into his bucket of water and washed the last three tables with far more haste than the chore-loving brat would have ever done under normal circumstances.
But these weren’t normal circumstances. The eggs were hatching. Better yet, he was old enough to be doing chores alone today instead of being watched with a group of brats like the last hatching. That meant no crèche worker was rounding them up to stuff them safely away from the potentially vicious hatchlings. Which in turn meant that if he hurried he might be able to watch.
Tossing the rag in the bucket, he carried it to the door before leaving it just outside and sprinting toward the Hatching Circuit. It was easy to tell which sands the hatching would be, there were already many dragon’s moving overhead looking for a place to join the crowd on the ground. It seemed every dragon on the ground had more than just their rider perched upon them for a view of the hatching sands. Of course, Bordtai wasn’t going to brave asking for a seat on a rider’s dragon. Instead he weaved carefully between the huge, colorful bodies to make his way toward the front.
While there were a handful of dragons he recognized, less he knew by name. There was, however, a familiar little green right at the front who’s rider was standing in front of her. B’jin. After his first fateful meeting with the man, Bordtai knew he’d never forget him. The Rider-father, as he came to think of him. Father to the little princess in his class despite their age difference. Feeling a little more confident that he’d not yell at him for lingering nearby, the small Weyrbrat made his way to duck beneath the green’s long neck and stand just behind her forepaw and peek around it.
“Please don’t step on me…” he whispered, though it was more to himself as he finally found no others blocking his view of the sands that spread out before him besides the candidates themselves and even they were spread out enough that he could catch glimpses of the shells between them.
While he had been excited and pleased to finally be able to watch a hatching for the first time, he couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed that there were so few eggs. Of course, he knew that there were only six eggs on the sands before hand, but when the first three had turned out to be little greens (beautiful and exciting as it was) he couldn’t help but be disappointed. Would there be any blues or browns? Or maybe even a bronze?
When it took nearly a half hour before the next little hatchling erupted, he’d been almost ready to call it quits and find a way out of the crowd without being stepped on by a dragon. The sudden hisses of surprise, however, had him tip toeing to figure out what the commotion was. A hand on Larrikith’s arm helped to steady him as he finally caught a glimpse of the golden hide even as B’jin scrambled around to shove another woman out onto the sands.
Adding candidates after the sands were started? Why would they do that? Was there not enough females already out on the hatching sands? Bordtai had paused to double check, but he was right, there had been women on the sands to begin with. What was the point in adding more? Even with his doubts and questions, he didn’t miss the fact that it was the new girl B’jin had shoved out there that walked off the sands with the new little queen.
What had B’jin known that other’s hadn’t when choosing who would stand for the clutch?
It was the sight of a blue and brown hide that made the small boy much more interested than any of the greens or even the gold had, however. Still on tip toes, he watched with great interest which boys the dragon’s had chosen. Both were much taller than he was, and neither as skinny. Other than that, there wasn’t much Bordtai could tell from this distance. A little chest fallen, he dropped back down off the balls of his feet. He’d hoped to learn some tricks or secrets why some boys got greens and others got the blues and browns. It seemed he wouldn’t be able to figure it out this hatching though…
From what little he saw… well it’d be a long time indeed before he could be that tall or put on more weight. Especially at the rate he was growing compared to the other brats. They’d have dragon’s long before he would.
But these weren’t normal circumstances. The eggs were hatching. Better yet, he was old enough to be doing chores alone today instead of being watched with a group of brats like the last hatching. That meant no crèche worker was rounding them up to stuff them safely away from the potentially vicious hatchlings. Which in turn meant that if he hurried he might be able to watch.
Tossing the rag in the bucket, he carried it to the door before leaving it just outside and sprinting toward the Hatching Circuit. It was easy to tell which sands the hatching would be, there were already many dragon’s moving overhead looking for a place to join the crowd on the ground. It seemed every dragon on the ground had more than just their rider perched upon them for a view of the hatching sands. Of course, Bordtai wasn’t going to brave asking for a seat on a rider’s dragon. Instead he weaved carefully between the huge, colorful bodies to make his way toward the front.
While there were a handful of dragons he recognized, less he knew by name. There was, however, a familiar little green right at the front who’s rider was standing in front of her. B’jin. After his first fateful meeting with the man, Bordtai knew he’d never forget him. The Rider-father, as he came to think of him. Father to the little princess in his class despite their age difference. Feeling a little more confident that he’d not yell at him for lingering nearby, the small Weyrbrat made his way to duck beneath the green’s long neck and stand just behind her forepaw and peek around it.
“Please don’t step on me…” he whispered, though it was more to himself as he finally found no others blocking his view of the sands that spread out before him besides the candidates themselves and even they were spread out enough that he could catch glimpses of the shells between them.
While he had been excited and pleased to finally be able to watch a hatching for the first time, he couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed that there were so few eggs. Of course, he knew that there were only six eggs on the sands before hand, but when the first three had turned out to be little greens (beautiful and exciting as it was) he couldn’t help but be disappointed. Would there be any blues or browns? Or maybe even a bronze?
When it took nearly a half hour before the next little hatchling erupted, he’d been almost ready to call it quits and find a way out of the crowd without being stepped on by a dragon. The sudden hisses of surprise, however, had him tip toeing to figure out what the commotion was. A hand on Larrikith’s arm helped to steady him as he finally caught a glimpse of the golden hide even as B’jin scrambled around to shove another woman out onto the sands.
Adding candidates after the sands were started? Why would they do that? Was there not enough females already out on the hatching sands? Bordtai had paused to double check, but he was right, there had been women on the sands to begin with. What was the point in adding more? Even with his doubts and questions, he didn’t miss the fact that it was the new girl B’jin had shoved out there that walked off the sands with the new little queen.
What had B’jin known that other’s hadn’t when choosing who would stand for the clutch?
It was the sight of a blue and brown hide that made the small boy much more interested than any of the greens or even the gold had, however. Still on tip toes, he watched with great interest which boys the dragon’s had chosen. Both were much taller than he was, and neither as skinny. Other than that, there wasn’t much Bordtai could tell from this distance. A little chest fallen, he dropped back down off the balls of his feet. He’d hoped to learn some tricks or secrets why some boys got greens and others got the blues and browns. It seemed he wouldn’t be able to figure it out this hatching though…
From what little he saw… well it’d be a long time indeed before he could be that tall or put on more weight. Especially at the rate he was growing compared to the other brats. They’d have dragon’s long before he would.
