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2022/07/29 Gold Malvayth and Bronze Xyxyth clutch is Hatching! Come and join the shenannigans 743.08.03 | NIGHT STALKERS HATCHING and bring the popcorn!
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30/JUN Gold Thallyath of Ista Weyr has laid a clutch! More information here
27/JUN A bluerider, and then a greenrider, are found dead. More information here
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30/MAY After the Touching, many Candidates found themselves preyed upon in the form of their food. More information here
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24/APR Goldrider Ashara of Fort is murdered by two brownriders. More information here
12/APR Searchrider B’jin was attacked at Telgar Weyr, surffering a slash to his throat. While in Benden, bluerider B’dor is found dead in his weyr. More info here
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28/MAR Tragedy has struck again! Across all the Weyrs, multiple people - primarily dragonriders - have fallen ill after eating muffins. There have been multiple deaths, and others are in criticle condition. More information here
24/MAR Weyrwoman Ameris and her son, Rislan, poisoned! More information here
18/MAR Benden’s Weyrleader M’ris and his children have been poisoned! Resulting in sickness and death. More information here
18/MAROn 18.03.742 Bronzerider A’dris of Vyaniorth was found dead in his personal bathing pool. He appears to have drowned after drinking an excess of alcohol. Afterwards it was realized that Machiya of Gold Cameth from Telgar Weyr had disappeared. Having never arrived at her destination, it is suspected she had an accident between.
11/MAR Gold Racoth of Donmaline went between taking Bronze Beruth of T’rel with her shortly after she had been caught, due to T’rel strangling Donmaline. He did not survive. more info
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Written By: ZZZ Deceased
#31
It was finally time for the eggs to hatch and Rubren was ready. He’d rushed through bathing and getting dressed and was early to the Sands by a great deal. Better waiting there than dawdling and missing anything — unlikely, he imagined the Weyrlingmaster or the goldrider had a good idea when a Clutch would start hatching in earnest, but what if they overestimated? Rue didn’t want to risk it.

Which meant he spent a lot of time on the Sands being uncomfortably warm and waiting, because it was almost an hour after the Candidates were asked to be present that the first dragonet broke through the shell. A green, which was disappointing, but a bronze followed right after. Egg after egg hatched and none of the dragonets came anywhere near Rubren. Oh, except the green who mauled a kid, which was totally what he was hoping for.

He knew greens were most common, but there were just so sharding many of them in this Clutch. Rue didn’t want a green! Being a greenrider just didn’t sound as fun as the other colors, and he just… he wasn’t like that. Honestly, he’d rather not Impress at all than Impress green. Being Searched, the idea of not Impressing wasn’t quite as horrifying as it was for some of the weyrbrats. The possibility of Impressing a dragon had only been in Rue’s life for a few turns, not his entire life. He hadn’t been holding his breath waiting for his dragon since he could walk.

Which did not mean he didn’t want a dragon, because he did, very badly! Rue just wanted one that wasn’t green. Bronze would be best, of course, but a brown would be good as well, or even blue. Just not green. Girls were great and all, but he didn’t want to be mentally bound to one. Thanks, but no thanks. They hadn’t seen a single brown hide on a dragonet, and there were what, ten greens? More? It was a bit hard to keep track. Ruben couldn’t decide if he should get closer to the eggs or move farther back. Which would improve his chances of catching the attention of a hatchling? Unsure, Rue ended up staying exactly where he was, silently mouthing ‘come on, come on,’ as they waited for the next egg to hatch.

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Mulrissa
of Gold Bedith

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Written By: Zandelion
#32
11:11

Almost half an hour passed before another egg hatched, as Dalliance broke her head through the shell, just the head and neck sticking through the shell before she pressed her front legs against the edge of the opening to force the hole bigger, bouncing out once she could fit. It took a bit of work, as the green was a bit chubby as hatchlings went, but eventually she was free. As she took her first step, she tripped over part of her own eggshell and crashed face-first into another egg, cracking it open. The dragonet inside uncurled, and the first brown of the Clutch was revealed. Heartache gave Dalliance the most unimpressed look he could muster before stalking off to Impress. Dalliance watched him curiously, before spinning around and stumbling off to Impress herself.

11:33

The next dragonet to appear was another green, Doubt, who hatched with little fanfare and made a beeline directly for her bonded as soon as she was on her feet. As she was making her Impression, another dragonet appeared, this one more dramatically, as Grief punched through his eggshell, scattering pieces for several lengths around him. One hit Desperate, who was currently breaking through his own egg, who shrieked at the intrusion. The little blue clambered over to Grief and smacked him on the head with a wing in retaliation. Grief looked down at him unimpressed, before silently turning away and sauntering off to a nearby Candidate, circling him twice before leaning against his legs and shooting Desperate a condescending look. Desperate shrieked, incensed by his brother’s attitude, and dashed towards the brown to give him a piece of his mind, but skidded to a halt before he got there, attention caught by a Candidate he passed on the way, and he abandoned his petty vengeance in favor of purring as he butted his head against his lifemate’s stomach.

11:58

Two adjacent eggs cracked open almost simultaneously, and Enterprise and Calamity made their entrance. Calamity looked around, eyes wide in amazement. He looked like he was content to watch the world for a while yet, but his bronze brother shoved him with his noise, the little brown squawking in protest, until finally Calamity stood up. Enterprise herded him over to a nearby group of Candidates, Calamity complaining loudly all the way, until he suddenly froze, eyes locked on a young man. Satisfied his air headed brother was properly dealt with, Enterprise walked right up to the Candidate next to him and Impressed as well.


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Qu'va
of Blue Dalsuth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#33
Quinvalis felt the Hatching was going rather well, if a bit slow. There had only been one mauling and the boy was still standing near him, acting like it was just a little scratch. He had seen the injury, and it was more than that but he respected the decision to stay. Would he do the same thing in that position? He was close to finding out if he had picked that spot instead of where he ended up standing. But depending on the injury and how badly he wanted a dragon, he'd probably still stay on the Sands. Given that he didn't know if he wanted to Impress at Telgar or not, he'd probably use the injury as an excuse to bow out--and then feel guilty about it the entire time since so many people came for him.

He decided that since he was there, healthy, and everyone was rooting for him, he might as well hope for a dragon as well. It would have been cool to have one from Xyreith's clutch but maybe that wasn't in the cards for him and he should just be happy with what he got. Not sure if determination really helped or not, Quinvalis put his all into giving off good vibes and showing he was ready to Impress. He didn't even know what colour he wanted, but any time a dragonet looked his way, he stood taller and mentally shouted happy thoughts.

During all the commotion of the dragonets bursting free all over the clutch, Quinvalis did his best to keep an eye on the two eggs he had touched. It was one of the first things he did when he entered. Most of the eggs looked a lot alike but some had distinguishing features, like the ones he had been drawn to. The inquisitive dragonet that had thrown question after question at him had finally decided to make his appearance and Quinvalis wasn't surprised it was a bronze. Xyreith didn't talk to him, but he did always seem to know what was going on, keeping an eye on everything. So it seemed like a trait a bronze would have; demanding to know who was near him and what they wanted.

Unfortunately, that interview hadn't been enough to impress the little guy and Quinvalis watched as he Impressed to another boy. That was okay! There were plenty of other eggs to hatch and the other one he had chatted with was one of them. But as he watched the bronze and his rider walk away, he couldn't help feeling a bit sad that they weren't meant for each other and his original thought that the dragonet wouldn't remember him that day came back to him. The other one wouldn't remember him either. Would it be silly of him to go say hi to the bronze later on to see if any memory or familiarity remained?

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N'noa
of Blue Atranth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#34
So far so good, if he had to be honest. He mostly Stood at Ista but had been compelled to try his hand at other Weyrs and gave Telgar a whirl. Going by what everyone was using as a standard now with the deadly Ista Hatching, Narinoa felt he could safely say this one was rather mundane and off to a good start. Sure, some of the siblings were squabbling but it was too be expected after coming fresh out of an egg and being so intelligent with their own personalities already on display. No doubt most of them would never get along given some of the traits he had already seen but their riders would help keep them in check.

When a cute little blonde gal Impressed to a green, he was among those that wasn't bothered by it. He might be holdbred and still hang onto some of the old stories and grudges from older Holders, but he'd been living in Ista Weyr for a turn now and was used to how most of the occupants there accepted M'ris' stance that women could Stand for fighter dragons if they wanted to. Narinoa liked the belief that any rider was a good rider since it kept the dragon alive. So seeing the pair so happy made him happy, just as much as their expressions daring someone to defy their right to be together had him grinning. He liked the girl's spunk! Apparently someone else did as well, going by the one very loud voice cheering her on as she walked off to bathe and feed the little green.

When a boy had the misfortune of tangling with a moody green, Narinoa's first instinct was to rush over and check on his wound. He had some medical knowledge, but it was with animals. Still, he had a kind heart and couldn't let someone bleed out if he knew how to stop the bleeding. But before he could take more than a few steps, a Healer came rushing from the sidelines to handle everything. Narinoa returned to his spot, shaking his head and slightly chagrined at having forgotten Healers would be on standby. Maybe his compassion would impress one of the dragonets?

And if he didn't Impress one of them, maybe he'd impress someone watching and have a date for the celebrations afterward.

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Mylorah
of Gold Amagrith

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10.02.721, 24
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Written By: SunsetWay
#35
Mylorah gasped when she first saw the green eyeing Daelyne up. She knew her friend was likely hoping for the dragon to choose her and Mylorah was mentally chanting over and over to make it happen. Please, don't let her wander off to someone else! She already made her way here, let her...oh!

She couldn't help it, she cheered when Daelyne and the eye-catching green bonded and her vision blurred from tears of joy. Any Impression always made her romantic side come out, viewing everything as wonderful and precious, but when it was to a friend, it was always overwhelming. When it was a female friend Impressing to a fighter? She wanted to jump around and shout to the world that it was perfectly okay and that this girl was going to rock it as a dragonrider. She didn't do that, yet, and she didn't get a chance to even hug Daelyne as they hadn't been standing that close together but she'd definitely pass on her congratulations--and possibly jealousy if she didn't Impress-- later on during the celebrations.

That lifted her spirits some. She didn't know why, but when she was in Ista, she always felt like she could get any colour, but here in Telgar, it felt like she'd only get the gold. Mylorah blamed the rules and how they tried to brainwash the girls into believing they should only be on gold. She had nothing against the colour and would be as happy on that as she would be on green or even blue. A dragon was a dragon, just some came with different responsibilities.

When she heard R'dare cheering, she sought him out in the stands, finding him just as he sat back down beside R'dal. Leave it to those two to be a part of something that slightly bent the rules but wouldn't really get them in trouble. She shook her head, giggling at them, and then burst into laughter that made her cover her mouth before she drew too much attention her way. There was a chance she was mistaken given the distance between her and the boys, but she swore she just saw R'dare eye up Casa. Looks like someone enjoyed the camping trip and had finally recovered enough from it to try for more!

Other than one injury, on a boy she surprisingly wasn't familiar with, Mylorah thought things were going well, if long. She wanted to sit down and maybe if Daelyne hadn't proved that girls could still Impress despite the rules, they would have been allowed. But it would be too dangerous to be that low to the ground with an angry or even excited dragonet charging at you. Not like standing tall really helped either with how they could knock you over.

Looking about all the Candidates when it fell still again, she smiled at some when they saw her and she'd mouth words of encouragements or give them thumbs up if they couldn't read lips. Misharan, however, received a funny face when they saw each other. She was both sad and relieved that they were still on the Sands together. It hadn't sunk in until that moment that he had a much higher chance of Impressing than she did and if he did, he'd be in Telgar for what would seem like forever. She adored him but she wasn't sure she was willing to risk transferring back to the cold for him.

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M'quel
of Green Zezeth

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20.07.724 AL, 20
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Written By: ThistleProse
#36
Madiquel was having a wonderful time! While they waited for R’nya to get back and the eggs to begin Hatching, Rhaedalyn pointed out the people she knew, Candidates she had heard of or knew personally, and promised to introduce Madiquel to some of her friends after the Hatching if they hung around. Madiquel had never really gotten to spend one-on-one time with the woman, and found she really enjoyed it! Rhaedalyn was in a strange land between friend and mother, and she adored her more and more with every moment they spent together. Madiquel wanted nothing so much as to make the woman proud, and she paid avid attention to the information she was given, eagerly indicating her desire to meet Rhaedalyn’s friends even as she blushed with a combination of shyness and pleasure. She felt so grown up!

The girl waved excitedly to Quilriana and Quilista when they arrived. She hadn’t met them before, but she recognised them both because R’nya was with them, and because Quinvalis had described them to her. She could see they were his family, too, and she grinned brightly at them before turning to look at Quinvalis and wave brightly, as if to say ‘I saw your family!’ Still grinning, Madiquel was distracted by Clover coming back from between with a short note from A’tay, who had apparently enjoyed the comical drawing she’d sent him of his brother. Giggling to herself, Madiquel settled Clover on her lap to watch the start of the Hatching, which would hopefully start soon! Bright green gaze danced between the eggs, her friends on the Sands, and either R’nya or Rhaedalyn when they talked to her. Gosh, she felt so special!

The arrival of the Healers had Madiquel sitting up straighter, not seeing R’nya chuckle as he nudged Rhaedalyn gently and nodded at the girl; Madiquel’s gaze was glued on the group as they apparently had a meeting before spreading out around the Sands. She so desperately wanted to be one of them! It didn’t escape her notice that not a single one was a woman, or that they were all older, and she glanced up at R’nya in concern but he just smiled at her reassuringly and Madiquel’s bright grin returned. She just knew he and her Papa would work hard to make her dream come true!

It felt like an eternity before the eggs finally started to shift and rock with intent and Clover had just returned from taking a note to A’tay saying that nothing was happening, when the first couple of eggs finally revealed their dragonets, and Madiquel gasped in delight. Madiquel took great care to watch and remember as much as possible, and as soon as there was a gap longer than five minutes between Hatchings, Madiquel was scribbling on her little pieces of paper and sending Clover off to Ista with information about what had Hatched, and who they had Impressed. Madiquel was reserved and didn’t know all the Candidates that were standing, but she did her best to use the names she knew, and describe the ones she didn’t.

When one of the little greens opted to Impress to a girl, Madiquel gasped and leaned forward a little, trying to see who the young woman was. It took her a moment before she recognised Daelyne, a fellow Weyrbrat though certainly not one she’d been around a lot. For one, Madiquel was four or five Turns younger than the other girl and that tended to be a lifetime for some people – especially at their current ages. Madiquel, however, had a feeling it had more to do with the elder teen having had a child; her Papa had made Madiquel blush intensely and hide in mortification when he’d warned her he didn’t want grandchildren until she was in her thirties!

When there was a pause in Hatchings after Daelyne Impressed, Madiquel quickly put charcoal to paper to update A’tay, her writing messy and her spelling worse than usual in her effort to write quickly and with as much information as possible instead of being careful. She wasn’t thinking about it, but their letters had proven A’tay could puzzle out what she meant more often than not, and would ask for clarification if she bumbled up that badly. Which she probably did! Her note was interrupted when the next couple of eggs Hatched, and Madiquel gasped, her hand over her mouth when one of the greens swiped at a young man near Quinvalis and she fought to catch his eye, determined to know he was okay!

It was only after Quinvalis sent her a small smile that Madiquel sighed and went back to her letter to A’tay, quickly finishing it up with how badly her heart was pounding because the little green had scratched up the boy next to her friend. She was so glad he hadn’t been injured, but it had also reminded her fiercely how dangerous a Hatching could be, and Madiquel was doing her best to not let the memories of the Istan Hatching A’tay had Impressed at flood her mind. She wished she could remember it just by being happy for her friend, and not the sight of all that blood and carnage!

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Two eggs later and finally — finally — a brown dragonet appeared, proving there were at least some in the Clutch. Rubren was excited every non-green dragonet that appeared (not that he would be interested in the gold when she hatched, but still), and silently urged them in his direction. There were just so few of them!

Though it seemed the streak of greens was ending, because after the first brown there was a blue and a second brown (and another green, but Rue wasn’t paying attention to it). He laughed at the little spat between the blue and brown, amused at how offended the little blue was and how little the brown cared.

And suddenly the brown was walking toward him and Rubren held his breath, letting a disappointed sigh out as the brown seemed to move past him. He almost immediately froze again as the brown appeared on his other side, passing in front of him to circle behind him again.

Oh, relax, I’m not going anywhere, Opheleth said, sitting down on Rubren’s right side, pressed against his legs, and staring at the blue tauntingly, he’s not worth the time. You are.With adoration in his eyes the brown looked up at Rubren. No, he had a new name now, didn’t he?

R’ben, Opheleth confirmed with a nod, eyes whirling proudly. His rider, who he named. R’ben grinned at Opheleth. He was the most perfect dragonet R’ben had ever seen, how could he have ever wanted a bronze when browns like Opheleth existed?

I wasn’t hatched yet, it’s forgivable. Though if you don’t feed me right now I may be unable to forgive that. Rue laughed, and gestured for the little brown to lead the way towards the buckets of food so Opheleth could have his meal.

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V'ra
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05.04.716 AL, 28
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Written By: ThistleProse
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Indivara watched the goings on upon the Sands with more interest than usual, if only because she was intently aware of keeping an eye on who was Impressing – after all, she was going to be responsible for educating them and keeping them alive for the next fifteen months, if not their entire lives! That was kind of terrifying, really, Indivara realised and she pursed her lips as another green Impressed a young man. So far, she didn’t have any issues with who had Impressed, and that was good. The colour combinations on some were rather interesting, but what were dragons if completely unpredictable?

It wasn’t until Daelyne Impressed that Indivara’s eyes widened dramatically at an outcome. It wasn’t the dragonet – though she was certainly very eye catching! – so much as the fact that a girl had Impressed and while Indivara thought Daelyne would make a great dragonrider, and a great greenrider, she was rather worried suddenly about how the Weyrleaders would view her as a result. Of course, Indivara was quite aware that Daelyne had Touched several eggs. Technically, only a handful of people – Mulrissa, T’ryn, and those who had been in that Touching group – would know Daelyne had, and only if they’d paid her any heed. But Indivara suddenly realised how much trouble she could get into if anyone found out.

Shit.

Indivara glanced worriedly at Val, knowing he would understand that her worry was entirely personal and not at all because she didn’t think Daelyne would make a good Rider. That girl had spunk and Indivara knew they’d be a freaking pain in the arse to educate, honestly. That was going to be so much fun… Indivara grimaced at Val as Venseth passed on the dragonet’s name to Val so he could record the information, since Daelyne hadn’t bothered to come over to them herself. Indivara sighed, deciding that was going to be a wonderful example of the girl for the next fifteen months.

Joy.

Grimacing, Indivara rubbed her stomach as the baby within kicked her in the ribs. At least no one had been seriously mauled!

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Mulrissa
of Gold Bedith

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Written By: Zandelion
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12:22

Three eggs hatched at almost the same moment; green Perchance hid behind Blame, who had no sympathy for his sister and trotted off to Impress, leaving Perchance to dash towards Liar to hide behind her. Liar bumped her nose against Perchance before heading off to Impress, and Perchance, alone, chirped sadly. She quickly scanned her surroundings and within seconds was bolting off towards a young man who hugged her as she trembled against him. Mulrissa wished him luck, and hoped the green got less timid as she grew.

12:49

Words and Wit hatched on opposite ends of the Sands, and each headed towards the other’s end. They met in the middle, trilling excitedly at each other as they flared their wings and hopped around in a little dance before continuing on, Impressing to the Candidate closest to the other’s egg.

1:14

Currents fell in an ungainly heap out of his egg, giving himself a good shake as he stood up, sneezing some of the sand out of his nose. Rissa couldn’t tell you what he did next, because the gold egg began rocking in earnest and everyone turned to watch it. She figured he must have Impressed, but likely the only one who saw was his lifemate, and maybe someone standing next to him; everyone else was watching the gold egg and whispering, a new energy filling the Sands.

Mulrissa gasped when the little queen broke through the shell, dramatically unfolding herself from the egg. Coronet was possibly the largest hatchling Rissa had ever seen, having clearly inherited both of her parents’ size. She gave an imperious look around at the gold Candidates who had formed something of a ring around her as they approached, all wanting to get closer to her. Of course they did, she was what they were here for. But none of them deserved her, not a one, and they were in her way.

With a snarl Coronet launched herself forward at the closest point of the circle, trampling over one girl before reaching another standing behind her, wide-eyed and frozen in fear. Coronet regarded her for a moment, before giving her a haughty sneer and moving to get past her. The girl still didn’t move, so Coronet grabbed her where her neck met her shoulder and threw her aside, tossing her into another gold Candidate nearby. Now, she could get through the circle of girls unworthy of her.

There was definitely screaming, but Mulrissa couldn’t really hear it. This couldn’t be happening. It had been going so well, it was Bedith’s first Clutch, she had a gold, why was it all falling apart, why was she hurting the gold Candidates, her daughter was Standing for the gold egg, what if Bedith’s daughter killed hers, what if —

Her madly spinning thoughts were interrupted because Coronet had sprinted past the girls Standing, but she wasn’t done yet. One of the male Candidates was blocking her way. He certainly didn’t deserve her, and she swiped at him, claws tearing through his legs. He collapsed with a soft cry, as Coronet growled at the nerve of him to get close to her. She didn’t want him. Coronet snarled at him for good measure, before swinging her head toward a Candidate who was scrambling away from her. Launching herself forward Coronet impacted with his chest, claws shredding the thin Candidate robe as if there was nothing there. None of them. None of them deserved her, and she hated them.

Roaring Coronet stampeded a group of Candidates, male and female, who had tried pushing themselves to the sides of the Sands, away from danger, away from her, and she knocked them down with claws, wings, teeth, and tail. Golden hide turning red, Coronet turned her wedge shaped head towards the Stands. There were more there, and still none of them for her, and she hated them too. Mulrissa frantically hit Bedith’s leg where she could reach it, over and over, feeling the little gold’s anger washing over her, the hatchling unable or unwilling to reign in her emotions. Rissa feared for the Candidates, but also for the audience. Candidates knew what they were risking, though it usually wasn’t death, and never on this scale, but there were children in the Stands, even younger than the twelve turn old weyrbrats on the Sands.

“Bedith, do something, please!” she cried, frantically trying to find her children in the mayhem that was the Sands. Bedith rumbled quietly, unnerved by her rider’s distress and the fear all around her, and reached out to the angry hatchling.

Little daughter, Bedith said quietly, directly to Coronet, not really sure what she should do. If it were up to her, she’d let her daughter do as she wished, but Mulrissa was so afraid and Bedith couldn’t have that. Coronet turned from the Stands to look up at her mother, eyes whirling.

There’s no one, she said, voice audible to anyone who was at all sensitive to dragonspeech, I’m alone. And suddenly the rage that had been fueling her since she hatched fell away, revealing the deep despair beneath it. She was alone. Alone. With a wail, Coronet ran forward toward the nearest female Candidate, and butted her head against her, as if trying to force Impression. It didn’t work, and Coronet wailed louder, claws digging into the Candidate as she shook, rage and desolation rolling off her. With a last high pitched moan, Coronet leapt between, leaving the body of the girl behind.

Bedith was the first dragon to keen at her death, as everyone tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Trampled girl (living, bleeding heavily)
Thrown girl (dead, neck badly torn open and likely broken by the throw)
Girl knocked over by thrown girl (uninjured, likely pretty traumatized)
Boy whose legs were clawed (dead, major arteries severed, lots of blood)
Boy with his chest torn open (dead, immense blood loss)
Two boys and one girl from the group off to the side (dead)
Any number from the group off to the side (alive, various states of injury)
Girl Coronet tried to Impress (dead, torn up)

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V'lia
of Green Tiath

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Written By: SunsetWay
#40
Vessaelia was doing her best to stop or hide her yawning. It was getting far too late for her and to stand around the entire time in the hot Sands area was not helping her case. She could barely muster up the energy to continue smiling or cheering when a new pair walked by on their way to feeding and bathing. But when the gold dragonet finally made her appearance, Vessaelia found herself rejuvenated as if she just had eight hours of sleep.

Too bad it felt like a nightmare.

Vessaelia gave a panicked shriek when the first girl was trampled and decided she didn’t want this gold for her own. She only wanted to get away from the little terror and turned to do just that when suddenly someone was knocking her to the ground. She had a mouth full of sand and was pinned down by the girl that didn’t seem to get the idea that this wasn’t the best place to huddle together. “Get off me! We have to run!” She tried squirming free when she realised maybe the girl had been injured with maybe a broken leg and couldn’t move. She didn’t hear any sobbing though, and that worried her more. Her instinct to flee was being challenged by that of the one to stay and help.

Determined, Vessaelia finally managed to wriggle out enough that she could twist to see the girl on her lower half. There was a lot of blood. Too much blood. But her brain didn’t process that as she reached out to shake the girl on the shoulder, hoping to get her attention or wake her up if she was in shock. When that didn’t work, she shook a little harder, asking if she was okay as she did so, and then froze in her own shock as the girl’s head lolled to the side revealing the gaping wound and vacant death stare.

Then she screamed.

And didn’t stop.

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Mylorah
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Written By: SunsetWay
#41
This, sadly, wasn’t her first time Standing at a deadly Hatching but that didn’t make it any easier or dull her to the pain and fear. As Mylorah watched the first girl get trampled, she debated rushing over to stand guard over her until the Healers could get to her, because it didn’t look like their darling gold dragonet was going to calm down anytime soon. She reminded her of a certain angry brown dragonet and that sent a shover of fear down her spine as she recalled his rampage and stupidly arguing with him afterward. But her good intentions were dashed as a girl was killed and tossed aside like a doll.

That’s when Mylorah knew she was right and that gold was not going to stop. Did she even have a mate here? Would anyone be able to stop her? As she grabbed the hands of two of the younger weyrbrats Standing for their first time, Mylorah stopped focusing on the well-being of the dragon and shifted her attention to the girls around her. “Move to the side! Don’t crowd her!” She shouted out ideas that sounded good to her at the time but she likely wouldn’t remember any of it later after the adrenaline wore off and shock set in. She tugged the girls along with her as she tried to navigate the chaos around her, even while scanning the crowd for friends, like Misharan. She trusted him and knew he would have a level enough head to help others as well. On a more selfish level, she wanted him with her, needing a friend.

When they reached the side –unfortunately not any closer to the exit where true safety would be had—Mylorah took in the scene around her, even as she cradled the young girls to her, telling them not to look. Bodies on the ground and not all of them were trying to stand or crawl away. She knew, no matter what she wished, that the still ones were dead, not too injured or unconscious to move. Someone had to stop the rampage.

“T’ryn!” She called across the Sands, as loud as she could when she saw her brother kneeling on the ground in his own state of shock. She’d feel sorry for him later, knowing the pressure he put himself under with being perfect and comparing himself to others, but now wasn’t the time for self-pity. She needed the brother that wanted to be a Wingleader and could handle this sort of thing and come up with a plan. She needed him to take charge. “T’ryn! Get off your ass and lead!” She put all her effort into that command, speaking from her diaphragm like the Harpers that tried teaching them to sing had always told them to do. It worked though, as he glanced around and saw her. What he could do when all three Weyrleaders were in the Stands was beyond her, but he was closest to the action and his dragon sired the crazed demon.

As Syrendryth seemed about to do something, Bedith tried talking to her daughter and that’s when Mylorah saw the dragonet heading to the Stands where too many people sat, trapped. When the gold finally vanished, Mylorah gave a sigh of relief but too much damage had been done and she wished she could cry like the girls she still hugged close. Maybe later. It was all too much to take in but her heart did manage to swell in pride as T’ryn barked some orders, being the closest bronzerider to the action to help control everything.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#42
T’ryn was beginning to relax, confident that his Hatching would be like a normal one with minimal injury and everyone would be safe and they would celebrate afterward like usual. They only had about a dozen eggs left to get through, why think otherwise? He didn’t even suspect the gold would be his undoing as she burst free and headed for the girls. Some were enthusiastic, and he still thought that as a girl was trampled. He felt bad for her but saw someone kneel by her and nod that she was alive. Another mauling but at least…

The gold didn’t stop.

As he watched a body get tossed aside and the screaming start, T’ryn knew what was going to happen as he relived the Ista Hatching he had proudly sat in the Stands for, supporting his best friend at his first Hatching. The roles were reversed now and a glance at N’mor showed his friend was thinking the same thing and wore the same expression he had worn on that day. N’mor handled it better, though. T’ryn felt his knees give as the dragonet moved on the boys and he crumpled to the ground, kneeling there and gawking at the chaos.

She will have to die. She is unmated and angry. I will do it. Syrendryth’s voice slightly penetrated the doom and gloom that had taken over his mind but it didn’t register as T’ryn glanced around the crowd, glad his brothers weren’t out there. His sisters! One was too young to Stand still but she was in the audience and Mylorah was over there with the girls, but she was capable. She wouldn’t end up in the way… yes, she would. She jumped in front of Xyxyth to keep Ayontay safe, even though he was coming over to Impress their brother.

While Syrendryth’s voice didn’t snap him out of the daze he was in, Mylorah’s did and he glanced over to where he thought the voice came from and saw her. He stared at her, wondering what she wanted him to do. How could he help in all of this? She had more faith in him than he had in himself, it seemed. You know what you need to do. We stop the problem and calm the chaos that came from it.

T’ryn nodded and Syrendryth started toward the problem when Bedith’s voice called out to their wayward daughter. He paused, waiting to see if Bedith could handle it and gave a nod of his own when the gold blinked between. When Bedith started the keening and others joined in, Syrendryth did not, even though it went against every instinct he had. She did not belong with them and had killed humans and left many more injured. She did not deserve that level of respect and continued to hold his silence as he returned to his spot near Bedith.

T’ryn took one deep breath and then another as he surveyed the panicked crowd that seemed disorganized due to too many people giving commands and the commands not coming from the right people. Guidance was needed and while all the Weyrleaders were in attendance, he knew he was at ground zero and maybe because it was his Hatching, he felt more inclined to take charge, now that Mylorah reminded him he was a bronzerider and could boss people around.

He had never been the best at whistling when he was a kid, could never figure out how the others could do the sharp two finger blast and he still couldn’t do it now. But he did have a large dragon. He tapped Syrendryth’s leg and the great beast let out a bellow that hushed most of the crowd and drew the attention to him. Clearing his throat, T’ryn set out his plan to help get things sorted out.

“If you’re injured but can still walk, move to the left far corner to be looked at! If you can’t move, have someone with you with their hand raised to show a Healer they’re needed immediately! Anyone that wishes to Stand for the remaining eggs, move to this side of the clutch! Candidates and guests that want to leave, do so now!” He pointed out the spaces as he spoke, making sure no one got their lefts and rights mixed up and then sought out the Telgar Weyrleader as he suddenly realised he wasn’t even in his own Weyr as he ordered people around, but the man nodded at him, approving of his action and T’ryn nodded in return before becoming a hands on leader and assisting with getting people to where they needed to be.

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Qu'va
of Blue Dalsuth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#43
Quinvalis was getting pushed around in the crowd of boys as they tried to get away from the danger. No one seemed to know where she would charge next and left people moving in every direction as well, jostling him as he tried to keep his balance and either fight his way out of the masses or at least keep up with the flow. If they could just pick a direction!

When the dragonet did come for their group, Quinvalis only knew due to the panic and cries of fear. He was still shorter than most of the boys around him, waiting for his growth spurt to kick in –he hoped there was one, anyway, and that he lived long enough to have it. Someone shoved him from behind and he finally went down. This caused others to trip over him and he knew he’d have bruises all over and the sharp pain in his chest as he breathed meant maybe a cracked rib or something as well. But he was still alive. That was his only goal, really. His mom and sister were in the Stands! He didn’t want them to see him die. Bad enough they were witnessing how weak he was and that he was clearly injured as he tried to stand once everyone passed over him. He wasn’t worried about them; R’nya was up there. Of course he’d be looking after Rhaedalyn first but she’d insist he help other people if it came down to it while she looked after Madiquel and any other kids near her.

As he got to his feet, he almost went right back down. His ankle was protesting the idea and since he didn’t see bone, he decided it wasn’t that bad and hobbled off to where it seemed everyone thought it was safe. Wouldn’t safety be leaving the area entirely and not crowding up against a wall where she could pin you? It was best not to think about that as he continued his trek to where some of the other boys were waving him over.

When the keening started, Quinvalis allowed himself to look around and saw the bundle of murder and mayhem was gone. He dropped to a knee in relief, knowing he didn’t have to keep pushing himself now. As T’ryn gave out orders, though, he knew he should get back up and continue off to where the Healers would look at him, instead of being counted as an emergency when so many others needed attention first. He just got to his feet when someone came up beside him, arm going around him to help him walk. “Thanks,” he murmured, a bit embarrassed that he needed the help, but grateful someone thought about him.

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M'quel
of Green Zezeth

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20.07.724 AL, 20
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Written By: ThistleProse
#44
Madiquel was giggling and enjoying herself as she chatted with Rheadalyn and R’nya between batches of eggs, sending updates and silly notes to A’tay whenever she got the chance, and genuinely having a great time. She’d forgotten how much fun a Hatching could be! Of course, if Madiquel had a cynical bone in her body, she would have realised it couldn’t possibly last.

She leaned forward excitedly when the gold egg finally released the not-so-little gold, and she watched with anticipation before the entire world crashed down around her. Madiquel gasped when the first girl was mauled, expecting the dragonet to find her mate after she got her irritation out… but it didn’t happen. Madiquel’s hands covered her mouth, eyes as wide as saucers, girl frozen with horror. Girls were being mauled, dying… and then the dragonet went for the boys and Madiquel gave a soft keen of terror, gaze darting to Quinvalis – she only saw him for a moment before he was lost within the group of anxious young men.

“Quin…” she gasped softly, and then she threw herself to her feet, leaning against the shoulders of the person in front of her. “QUIN!” She couldn’t see him, and her high-pitched voice was filled with terror as Clover circled around her head, shrieking in fear and confusion. Madiquel cringed when the dragonet spoke out, tears tumbling down her cheeks. She still couldn’t see Quinvalis, but the dragonet was gone now and the adults around her were trying to regain control. Syrendryth bellowing had Madiquel trembling on the spot. As she shifted her gaze to look towards T’ryn as he bellowed orders, she caught sight of Quinvalis.

Abandoning the Weyrleaders she was supposed to stay with at all times – as per her Papa’s request –, Madiquel threw herself through the crowds of people who were looking for loved ones or fleeing the awful Hatching and dashed across the hot sands towards where the Healers were gathered to take care of the lesser injured individuals. Just before a Healer got to him, Madiquel finally made it to Quinvalis, crying out his name again before she threw herself at him, bursting into heartbroken sobs as she clung to him. Partly relieved he was okay, and alive, and partly absolutely destroyed by the deaths around them, of humans and the little gold.

Clover nosed at Quinvalis’ cheek, lighting on his shoulder for a moment, before keening softly in despair and vanishing between to update A’tay as much as her little firelizard self could.

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N'noa
of Blue Atranth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#45
Narinoa did his best to guide people to safety when he saw the rampage begin. Some of the men around him believed the gold dragonet would stay at the girls and they didn’t seem to care that maybe they should help them, only that they would be safe. He had a moment of thinking ‘serves you right’ when she came towards their group, swatting at some and causing others to hurt each other in their blind panic to get away. Instead of being petty and ignoring them, he helped one man to his feet and set about encouraging others to get their ass in gear, whether verbally or with a shove. It eventually worked and he stood off to the side, watching what would happen next when it suddenly ended.

He hunched over, hands resting on his knees as he took a moment to compose himself. He had been through Ista’s devastating Hatching but this one was worse. More casualties, more panic, just more. How had he escaped even a scratch or a bruise both times? Narinoa felt his luck was going to run out sometime and he feared that day. That idea coupled with the adrenaline still pumping through him left him completely jacked and in need of a release. Sex, he needed sex. Something where he could let himself go and get rid of the tension and fear milling about in his head. He wondered if Casa would be down to hook up with a Candidate later but he knew some other Candidates that might be interested, especially if they were feeling like he was.

But he couldn’t think about that yet. People still needed help and there were still eggs left to hatch. He stared at them a moment when T’ryn’s voice caught his attention. He did still want to Stand, of course, but he also wondered if the new Weyrlings were okay. What if the chaos upset them and they accidentally hurt themselves or each other? The Healers would be busy with the human injuries, but Narinoa could help with dragon injuries and basic first aid on their partners. He gave the eggs another glance and then jogged off to where the Weyrlings had been gathered and found one of the assistants.

“I’m a Junior Journeyman in Beastcraft. Anything I can do to help?”

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V'ra
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Written By: ThistleProse
#46
Indivara was somewhat surprised when the little gold decided to Hatching in the middle of the Clutch; usually the obnoxious little shits wanted all the crowning glory, and usually Hatched last to make a big show of how amazing they were. Indivara thought it would be interesting to see one spill from her egg first, but she doubted that would ever happen, if only because the sheer number of fellow eggs tipped the odds out of the gold’s favour.

The first mauling had Indivara flinching, pressing back against Veeth as she watched with a worried frown, all the memories of previous clutches, of previous maulings, fighting to make their way to the front of her mind. Indivara shuddered, but breathed a soft breath when the first girl was left alive, if bleeding, and she figured the dragonet would Impress to the woman behind her – she was wrong. Indivara gasped in horror, a hand flying up to her mouth, when the girl was thrown across the Sands, spraying blood in every direction and clearly dead. She watched in horror as the dead girl landed on another of her gold Candidates, who responded by screaming endlessly after she got out from under her.

Indivara didn’t know how to react when the gold ploughed into the boys, killing multiple Candidates without any thought or discrimination. She wanted to interrupt, to call the gold away from the young men and women she was responsible for – but her terror and memories of Hoth mauling her when he was in a similar fit of rage stilled her tongue. It wasn’t until Bedith spoke, and Venseth’s voice finally penetrated Indivara’s mind, that the woman pulled herself together enough to take action. The dragon vanished between and Indivara felt a wave of relief, realising with a hint of surprise that half of it was coming from Venseth.

Like Syrendryth, Venseth didn’t keen; his attention was focused half on Indivara, and half on corralling the Weyrlings they were in charge of. The large blue dragon had herded the group off towards the exit, but not out into the night, putting himself – wings spread and head snaking – between them and the vicious gold. Indivara, toppling off Veeth’s leg (she could sense his pain at the loss, if only because she knew him and knew how he would feel) and left her mate to care for his dragon, while she (somehow) managed to run a weird, waddling run across the Sands, giving a sharp whistle just before Syrendryth bellowed for attention.

Ducking under Venseth’s wing, Indivara took a quick count of the individuals gathered behind him, making sure all her Weyrlings were where they were supposed to be. She could hear T’ryn issuing commands as she carefully did a visual over each of the dragonets. More than a few of them looked terrified, but Indivara didn’t think that any were at immediate risk of going between in confusion or fear. “I know that was really scary,” Indivara spoke lowly, gazing around at the Weyrling humans, unsure where she found the ability to speak with such calm authority. “But you need to reassure your new lifemate…” She walked through the couples, instructing them to cuddle with their dragonet, to make sure they focused on happy memories, on how glad they were to be Bonded, on how much they loved their new dragons.

Anything to keep dragonet and human from thinking about the bloody scene Venseth was currently hiding from their view.

“Is anyone hurt?” Indivara knew the gold dragonet hadn’t come in their direction, but newly hatched dragonets – even bonded ones – could cause accidents and hurt themselves with their clumsy balance or hurt their mate by mistake.

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D'lyne
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Written By: Jenn
#47
So much happened in the moments after her impression to Tybalith. Tybalith, her joy, her love, her pride. Daelyne watched the rest of hatching with an air of boredom and a half curl to her lip, fingers moving to feed Tybalith and hissed lightly when the green nipped at a finger. "Really?" she said, "Was that necessary?" The green's amusement swamped her mind and Daelyne couldn't stop her answering grin. Merely an accident, Daelyne, Tybalith told her rider with laughter, Won't happen again. "Mhmm," Daelyne smoothed a hand down the wedged head, brilliant and toxic in it's coloring.

It was something different to be impressed. To be bonded with a dragon was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Tybalith's thoughts and emotions, her fears and her hungers all within her mind. There come more! the green said with excitement and Daelyne turned to watch the new impressions. She smirked as the new greens impressed boys. Only girl worthy of it. She had no doubts of that, though she would love to see Tala impress here.

Brown, bronze, and blue. More greens and finally that foolish gold.

What happened next would stay with Daelyne for the rest of her life. She'd been lucky that most of the hatchings she'd stood at had been rather tame in comparison. The death and blood that the gold put down was horrid. She looked so confused and so sad, Daelyne nearly felt sorry for her. She wanted nothing more than to wrap up in Tybalith and hide themselves away from the bloodshed. She heard some of what Indivara and T'ryn was saying, trying to focus on their words instead of the screaming of the gold candidate on the sands. "It's your fault she betweened you know," a voice hissed in her ear, "If your monstrosity had impressed properly, that gold would have had her bonded in you."

Daelyne spun, fist raised to punch one of the green impressed boys in the nose when Tybalith hissed and flared her wings and shooting in between Dae and the boy. SHE IS MINE! Not SOME FOOLISH GOLD'S. MINEMINEMINE! the little green screeched at him and Daelyne grabbed her head sharply. "If she wasn't so upset your nose would be broken," she nodded at the boy, "Remember that." She sneered at him as he cringed back and gathered Tybalith with her as she stomped away, the green puffed up like a pissed off cat. "Fucking dick wad," she muttered as she went to find a new place to stand.

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Tala
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Written By: Zandelion
#48
No, no, no, no!

The gold had hatched, and instead of making some girl’s dream come true she was killing them. Again, Tala had to watch the girls around her die. She whimpered softly when one girl was thrown aside, like she was nothing, her blood spattering the sand. Tala wanted to run, but she knew running was a bad idea. She had to walk, but she had to move. She couldn’t die here, she had a daughter to raise, she wouldn’t die here.

When she managed to collect herself enough to start retreating, after what felt like years but was only seconds, Tala heard a scream from nearby, and she turned to see Vessaelia partially trapped underneath the poor thrown girl, who was clearly dead. That was enough to have Tala reroute and head to Vessaelia, needing to do something. She didn’t want to die, but she couldn’t be useless, and the rampaging gold had moved past them.

“Here, Vessaelia, it’s me, it’s Tala, we’re gonna get out of here, okay?” she said, gently pulling the dead girl off her friend, and hauling Vessaelia to her feet when she was clear, “C’mon, we gotta move, I’ve got you, we’re going to the side, alright, it’ll be safer there.” Tala didn’t know that for sure, but she had to believe it, that there was somewhere they could go to be safe. With an arm wrapped around Vessaelia, Tala maneuvered them both to the side, where a number of other Candidates were trying to get out of the way. Vessaelia didn’t seem to want to stay standing, and Tala rather felt her legs would give out too, so she let them both fall to the ground. She kept an eye on the Sands, on the gold, so that she could haul them both up if they had to move again. Thankfully, the gold went between and all of the adrenaline left Tala at once, leaving her shaking violently.

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Sh'ran
of Blue Dyoricath

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19.01.717, 28
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Written By: Zandelion
#49
Misha had been rather enjoying the Hatching, watching friends and acquaintances Impress and seeing cute baby dragons do cute shit like trip over their own feet, but he was changing his mind. This wasn’t enjoyable in the slightest. In fact, it was almost certainly the worst time he’d had in a long, long while.

For one thing, there had been the sheer terror when the gold dragonet started her rampage. He had friends Standing for gold. Mylorah was Standing for gold. All the girls were in danger, and Misharan was too far away to do anything about it. So of course, it had to get even worse, and the gold got past the girls (which was actually good, because it meant they had time to get away and be safe, Mylo and the others would be safe), but it meant the male Candidates were in danger. Which included him, since Misha was indeed a guy (he’d checked). But now there were even more people for her to hurt. Friends were getting hurt, getting killed. Misharan moved towards the side of the Sands with the flow of the other Candidates, all of them wanting to get away, away from the gold, away from the carnage she left behind.

Turns out Misha was bad at finding safety, because the gold came for his group of Candidates next. Everything happened so fast he wasn’t sure he could describe what had happened after the fact, but he knew there was jostling, frightened cries from those around him, and Misharan remembered moving in front of a twelve turn old boy to keep him safer, keep him from seeing. And he remembered being pushed back, claws slashing across his shoulder and chest, and it hurt and then he was stumbling, trying not to fall on the boy hiding behind him.

He didn’t know exactly the order of things after that. The gold went between, though at the time Misharan only really processed that it was safe again, not how. Someone came over and said words at him. Misha was pretty sure they were a Healer, but he couldn’t swear by it. He didn’t really care, as long as he didn’t have to think right then. It hurt too much to think. He didn’t know who else was hurt. Who was dead. Misharan blearily looked around, as the man, who did seem to really be a Healer, started treating Misha’s injury. There were a few of his friends nearby, also getting fussed over by Healers, or looking like they’d already gotten bandaged up. But there were also friends who looked like they were beyond healing. There was a boy he’d kissed just two days ago he’d never be kissing again. There were people he didn’t really know he’d never get to be friends with. And it hurt. Misha couldn’t tell what hurt more, getting clawed or how he felt looking around at the devastation— wait, yes he could. His heart hurt a lot more than his shoulder did.

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Written By: Zandelion
#50
For once, for once, Verec was glad he was dealing with dragonriders. He had no doubt his Healers would have been able to deal with the numerous injuries caused by the gold dragonet without him, but Verec really was the best when it came to tragedies like this. Which, of course, meant he had to see tragedies like this a lot, but that was the price he paid for being good at his job.

He managed to keep the Healers back until the rampaging dragonet was gone — doing nothing was beyond painful, but it did even less good if a Healer got hurt or killed. If he went up to someone bleeding out and got attacked himself, the first person would still die and he might too, and there would be one less person around to help save everyone else. No, it was a waste of resources. As soon as the gold was gone, though, all the Healers were off running, all of them having grabbed everything they could possibly need while they waited.

It was bad. Verec knew several of these Candidates — these children, in some cases — had died almost immediately. That girl she’d thrown had been dead before she hit the ground, and the first boy had to have bled out in seconds; she’d hit the main artery in both of his legs. Most of them, though, it was much harder to tell, and they had to move quick. The next twenty minutes or so flew by in a haze of intense focus. Find someone injured, asses the situation, provide aid to keep them alive or keep them comfortable. Repeat. Support the less experienced of the Healers who weren’t used to so much blood and death at once.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

At some point Verec remembered teaching one of the Candidates — was it a Candidate? Young weyrperson — how to tie tourniquets. So far, blood loss was the most immediate problem for most of the injured; keep them from bleeding out, make sure no one else is bleeding out, then start bandaging properly and applying numbweed as needed. He did his job. He made sure his people did their jobs. And they kept people alive.

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Mulrissa
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Written By: Zandelion
#51
Mulrissa searched wildly through the chaotic mess that was the Sands, trying to find her children. She couldn’t do this again, she’d already lost two of her children and her mate in an instant, she couldn’t lose the other two. The fear clawed up her throat until she found her son, arms around his sister, revealed as Candidates standing in front of them moved away, and she let out a sob, overcome with the relief they were alive. Chalris looked up, as if sensing her looking at them, and met her gaze, giving her a nod. They were alright. Rissa closed her eyes for a moment, shaking. Her children were alright.

Plenty of other people’s children weren’t though, and Mulrissa knew she would feel guilty about that later, but right then she didn’t care. She could only feel so many emotions at once. Her own crisis dealt with, Rissa turned her awareness to Bedith, wanting to check in with her dragon, and was shocked when she found nothing. Well, not nothing, Bedith was there, as she always was, but she wasn’t feeling anything. It was as if the gold was completely numb. Bedith added her voice to Syrendryth’s when he called to get everyone’s attention, but she still felt nothing.

’Sweetheart, are you alright?’ Rissa asked, deeply concerned. I’m fine, Bedith replied, but where the queen was usually warm, her happiness sunlight, her anger a fire, now she was ice. And Mulrissa feared it was her fault. The fear for Chalris and Ginorra had dragged her back to her memories of after the Landslide; Rissa recognized the numbness, because she’d lived in it for a month afterwards, before Bedith had hatched and made everything just a little bit better. Dragons weren’t supposed to feel grief for their hatchlings like this, they were different, which meant Rissa’s fear and memories had done something to Bedith. That was the only thing she could think of that made sense. ’I’m sorry, Bedith, she though quietly, leaning into her dragon’s leg. A few moments later, Chalris and Ginorra appeared, having decided they wanted to be there to support their mother. Mulrissa wasn’t sure if part of it was that they thought it was safer next to the gold dragon, but she wasn’t going to question it, and she wouldn’t blame them if it was. It meant they were there with her.

She gave each of them a hug, before stepping back a moment to check in on everyone else. T’ryn seemed to be doing rather well, organizing everyone, keeping things under control, and Indivara was with the new Weyrlings, taking care of them. Mulrissa wasn’t sure if there was anything left for her to do, but knew there was everything for her to do. If she could, she’d stay with Bedith and her children, but Rissa knew she needed to be helping. As rider of the Clutch mother, she had to. With a last hug of Bedith’s leg, Rissa went off to help T’ryn with whatever he was doing; a unified front made people feel safer, right?

1:37

After an eternity and no time at all, another egg split open and a green tumbled out, causing many people to stop what they were doing to stare at her. Pride’s appearance came as something of a surprise; most people seemed to have forgotten that there were still eggs left to hatch. Even the dragonet seemed subdued by the heavy mood hanging over the Sands, and the little green didn’t really seem to want to be there. All the emotions around her were so strong and everyone was so upset and she didn’t like it, and quickly Impressed so at least she wouldn’t have to deal with it alone.

1:51

About ten minutes later another brown hatched, followed closely by a green. Power didn’t seem overly affected by the somber mood, and boldly bounded off towards the side of the Sands where most of the Candidates still clustered. Few had really ventured very far back onto the Sands yet. She skidded to a halt in front of one of the gold Candidates, kicking up sand behind her, and she chirped at the girl, butting her head softly with her own in greeting.

The brown was much slower to move. Slowly, he wandered the Sands, eventually reaching an area the Healers had set up for the dead and injured. Devotion poked his head around the injured, chirring softly, before coming across one of the dead Candidates. With a wail Devotion threw himself at the young man, curling alongside the body and resting his head where he could lean it against the dead boy’s. The brown keened quietly for a minute, nuzzling against the young man who would have been his lifemate, before he quietly slipped between.

Mulrissa could feel Bedith’s anger, and she was actually relieved; it was better than the sheer numbness of earlier, and Rissa clung to it, so glad she hadn’t broken Bedith’s emotions in some way. But the gold was angry — angry at her daughter for depriving other children of their bonded. How dare she? What if there were more after the brown? Bedith seethed, and worried for the rest of her unhatched children.


2:24

Three eggs clustered together hatched next, all three with more energy than Pride, but not nearly as lively as dragonets who had hatched before the gold. Mood looked around bewildered for a few moments, wandering in circles for a bit before seeming to figure something out and dashing to Impress. Behind her, Apprehension paced, tail flicking back and forth and hackles up, though he was clearly non-aggressive; all the negative emotions worried him, and he felt like he was going to be attacked at any moment. Eventually his pacing brought him past a young man who he decided would protect him, and Impressed. The last of the three to hatch, Augury, chirped quietly, not understanding why everyone was so worried and sad. She crept up to a boy and cheeped questioningly at him, wanting her lifemate to explain it to her.

Pride
Devotion - Between
Power - Impresses a girl
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Apprehension
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Tala
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Written By: Zandelion
#52
Tala didn’t know what else to do but sit there next to Vessaelia and stare blankly ahead. How were you supposed to respond to something like this? At some point Tala realized she’d started crying, but she couldn’t remember when. Why did this keep happening? Why did Standing suddenly become so much more dangerous than it had ever been in her lifetime? What had changed? She didn’t understand.

Then another green hatched, and Impressed without incident, and Tala started crying harder. Why couldn’t it always be like that? Just hatching and Impressing and no one getting hurt. The tears kept her from seeing the brown that hatched, but she couldn’t miss the green blur that was getting closer to her side of the Sands. For some reason, though, Tala wasn’t afraid. She knew this one wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Of course I wouldn’t, Niath chirped, leaning in to rest her forehead against Tala’s, they haven’t done anything to deserve it. Tala sobbed, reaching forward to wrap her arms around Niath’s neck and cling to her. Of course not. Niath would never hurt anyone out of anger. Tala knew that, was so sure of it. Everything around her was still awful, but Tala knew she could handle it, because she’d never, ever be alone again.

She leaned back out of the tight grip she had on her dragon — her dragon — and gave her a wobbly little smile, genuine even through the tears. Tala reached a hand forward to gently trace the dark markings around Niath’s eye.

“You look like you’ve been crying too,” she said, giggling a little despite the tragedy at the source of the crying, “we match.” She could feel more than hear the green’s amused huff at her poor attempt at humor.

C’mon, Niath said, giving Tala’s shoulder a gentle nudge with her nose, there’s food to be had over there, I can smell it. I wanna go there.

“We will, dear,” Tala promised, already moving to stand up. She hadn’t moved her eyes from Niath since she’d arrived in front of her, and it took a lot of effort to drag them away long enough to see where she was going to walk. Tala gave a little wave to Vessaelia, who she’d honestly completely forgotten was there as soon as Niath had appeared, and followed her dragon towards the food, letting Niath trot a bit ahead of her to lead the way. Vaguely, Tala realized this meant she never had to Stand again, and might never have to worry about being killed by a dragonet or watching people she knew be killed by one ever again.

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V'lia
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Written By: SunsetWay
#53
Vessaelia screamed again when someone touched her, worrying it was the baby gold come to finish her off like she had the poor girl draped over her legs. She took another breath, ready to continue her banshee wail when Tala finally got through to her and she nodded. Yes, they had to get away, but where? Where would be safe from the little ball of murder? She clutched Tala’s hand as the other girl led her off and away from where more screams came from, so it seemed they were headed in the right direction. When they reached a wall, Vessaelia didn’t even think about being trapped, mind shutting down as she tried to process everything happening but failing.

She slid to the floor, still clutching onto Tala even after the chaos seemed to end. She heard people shouting orders, both to organise everyone and to get Healers to certain people, but it all seemed so far away and dreamlike. She had come close to being injured or killed but managed to avoid it, though Vessaelia was willing to trade in the sight of a dead girl on her for a physical wound right then. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the vacant stare of the girl and if she looked down at herself, she saw the girl’s blood on her robe and hands. She was half tempted to strip it off right then and there and would have as well if it wasn’t for the sudden hush that fell when eggs started cracking again.

Right, there were still eggs out there. But she was only here for the gold. Maybe she could leave? Not that anyone was really paying attention to the area they were huddled in since they weren’t injured or running around in a panic. She was far too tired for running, in fact, Vessaelia really wanted to find A’dis, curl up beside him in bed, and never let go. She was afraid to sleep and let the nightmares in but maybe his presence would keep them at bay.

When a green wandered in their direction, Vessaelia tensed, wondering if she could stand and run before a claw swiped at her, but the green dragonet stopped running and came to a stop before Tala…and they spoke to each other. Vessaelia watched the interaction with curiosity, fear forgotten for the moment as she watched an Impression up close and personal. Of course she had seen it happen before, quite a bit tonight even, but it was different sitting a foot away from the action. Not that there was a lot of action, but the interaction was sweet and she found herself smiling.

When Tala turned to wave at her, Vessaelia didn’t even realise she had been forgotten until that moment. Finding your lifemate was special and took priority over everything else around you. She smiled a bit brighter and waved back at her friend, giving some words of congratulations as the pair walked off.

Despite the trauma brought on by a gold dragon, Vessaelia decided she still wanted her little gold to connect with like Tala had with her green. Oh! If Tala Impressed, that meant they weren’t likely to go to the Hold for a day of winter fun like they had talked about not too long ago. Perhaps the following year they could do that.

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Mulrissa
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Written By: Zandelion
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2:44

The next egg to hatch was Quintessence another green, who backed into the egg behind her as she exited her shell. The bump seemed to inspire the dragonet inside to break free, and Inky appeared. He burst from his egg and immediately dashed off to Impress, startling Quintessence, who sat down in surprise as he blew past her. Carefully she picked herself back up, and walked over to the side of the Sands where a lot of the Candidates still huddled and Impressed, curling around her lifemate and cooing softly.

3:29

Truth hatched with little fanfare, shaking off his eggshell and immediately walking off to a boy to Impress.

4:11

A third bronze showed his face, flopping out of his egg and rolling in the sand a moment before righting himself and shaking the sand off. Ecstasy gave his wings a few flaps, stretching them out, before flopping on his side next to one of the two remaining eggs. Kicking it gently with his feet, the egg cracked open as Reason decided he’d had enough of his brother hitting his egg. Giving Ecstasy what could only be described as a pout, Reason stalked off to Impress. With an amused huff, Ecstasy bounded off to Impress, practically tackling the young man to the ground in his enthusiasm.

5:11
The Sands now held only one egg left unhatched. After waiting half an hour or so, people started leaving, assuming the egg was a dud. A full hour after the last egg hatched, Bedith moved to pull the egg aside in order to leave it between when she had a good moment. Anyone who was still waiting took that as their cue to leave and get a few hours of sleep. The Hatching was officially over. Mulrissa wasn’t sure how relieved she should be; it was over, no one else could get hurt, but she’d almost certainly have to keep dealing with this Hatching for a long time.

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Dust — Doesn’t hatch.

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V'lia
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Written By: SunsetWay
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Vessaelia was in a strange place. She was exhausted due to the hour and the trauma she was trying not to relive over and over in her head. Tala Impressing had helped shake some of it away for the time being, giving her something positive to think about. Heck, she was even okay thinking about how angry the old fuddy duddies would be that two women Impressed to green dragons. If any two would, it was definitely Tala and Daelyne. Those two could hold their own as well, she decided. Well, Daelyne definitely wouldn't have issues with people picking on her as she seemed feisty and scrappy. So long as Tala didn't have to fight dark hallways that twisted every which way, she should be fine as well.

She was still thinking about how the girls would do as greenriders when a green dragonet came toward her. She didn't pay it much attention since some of the boys had moved closer to her group, huddling along the wall. But Vessaelia couldn't ignore the vibrant green when she curled up around her, head lifting to look her in the eye. Something shifted inside of her even before the dragonet spoke and Vessaelia felt herself tensing with fear even as she felt the unconditional love hit her.

We really should not sit in the dirt, and you are covered in blood. A bath is needed for both of us, and food, but I can wait a little longer if you still need to rest. The softly spoken words of her dragon did nothing to soothe Vessaelia as she continued to stare in horror at the dragon--her dragon. Even as she lifted a hand to rest on the bright green head still watching her, she burst into tears. She was ugly crying in front of hundreds of people and she didn't care.

"But you're green!" She managed to point out in between heaving sobs. She Impressed! But it was to a green! This wasn't supposed to happen! A'dis would most certainly hate her now. Her dreams of being the perfect couple, maybe one day even leading a Weyr together were gone.

Tears should not be shed in public. Come, food and baths will make us both feel better. Vessaelia pouted at her dragon but nodded, knowing she was now responsible for the care of a dragon, no matter what the colour. She had to look after Tiath --oh, how strange. She knew her name without being told and not for the first time that night, Vessaelia marvelled at the bond between human and dragon.

She would have to face A'dis and all of the Weyr soon, but for now, she had to look after Tiath. She shooed the green away from her so she could stand, taking a moment to wipe away any loose sand. She didn't want to think about how she probably looked like the walking dead with blood and dirt all over, her hair falling loose from the bun, face streaked with tears and who knew what else, but Vessaelia did her best to stand tall and walk proudly to where her classmates were waiting. Tiath seemed to do better at the walk, looking like a prim and refined gold with the way she held her head and took dainty steps to keep pace with her human. There wasn't any dancing around, running ahead, or any antics.

Vessaelia managed a smile by the time they reached the group and she even managed to say Tiath's name without stuttering or crying again. Tiath was right; she had to be strong right now, but she could cry all she wanted to in private, and she knew she was going to enjoy that privilege quite a bit and for quite a while.

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Qu'va
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Written By: SunsetWay
#56
Quinvalis nearly died when Madiquel came flying at him, pulling him into a hug that crushed his already injured ribs. He gave a small noise of complaint, trying his best not to scream in pain which would freak Madiquel out and have her jumping back several feet. The girl he liked and was too afraid to say that to was hugging him and concerned over his well-being, why would he try to end this? He wrapped his arms around her, doing his best not to pass out from the pain that was increasing with each second she clung to him.

"I'm fine... mostly. I mean, it's not bad, really," He was saying it mostly to console Madiquel, but Quinvalis thought it was true as well. The Healers had given him a quick glance as they ran by him to get to those still lying on the ground, but none stopped. That had to mean his wounds weren't life threatening. Or he was about to die and they didn't see the need to help him. Grim, but also a possibility, especially if they didn't know about his sore ribs and chest area. He supposed he'd die happy in Madiquel's arms if that was the case.

Well, maybe sitting beside her, instead of standing with their arms around each other. His ankle was sore and whether or not he could still Stand, he wanted to see the rest of the Hatching. One of the eggs he touched had yet to hatch and Quinvalis hoped it would and he wanted to know who was inside. After convincing Madiquel that sitting was good for them both, he found a spot where he was out of the way but still could be seen by the Healers when they came back over to the lesser wounded and where he could see the clutch.

When the last of the eggs started breaking, Quinvalis sat up straighter, the story he was telling Madiquel to distract them both from his injuries forgotten as he watched his egg. When another bronze emerged, Quinvalis grinned and wasn't disappointed when the little guy went to someone else. Of course he hoped to Impress that day, especially to one of the ones he bonded with, but he would be useless to a dragon in his current shape and he still preferred to be back at Fort to Impress.

After another girl Impressed to a green and the last few found their mates, Quinvalis turned to Madiquel, the grin still in place. "I only touched two eggs and both hatched bronze. Think that means I'm destined for bronze or since I didn't Impress to either that any colour but bronze will be mine?" He didn't know either way but would be happy with any colour, though he really wanted a bronze like R'nya but didn't like all of the attention and responsibility that came with that colour.

When a Healer finally came over to examine him, Quinvalis told Madiquel it was okay for her to leave, knowing Rhaedalyn would be looking for her soon now that the Hatching was over. He also didn't want her to know the extent of his injuries and he had a feeling his mother, sister, and R'nya would come by soon as well. He needed to compose himself if he wanted to get through the motherly smothering and love.

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