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16.Oct.18, 01:55 AM
The past few weeks had been amazing for M’dox. His friendship — relationship? Friendship? They really should talk about it, but M’dox was afraid to ask — with T’bia was stronger than ever and they were spending so much time together and M’dox couldn’t get enough. It was why he’d invited T’bia over that evening; they hadn’t seen each other in nearly two days!
He was so distracted watching T’bia concentrate on the game they were playing (his eyebrows scrunched together when he was thinking sometimes, M’dox thought it was adorable) that the sudden humming rising up from the dragons startled him so much he jumped and looked around, startled. Suddenly he was being pulled to his feet by T’bia and M’dox realized the reason for the humming; the eggs were hatching! He grinned excitedly, watching T’bia rush out of his weyr, though he was a bit puzzled.
“I don’t need to have a bath before going to the Hatching, do I?” he asked Riquarth quizzically, who laughed and replied in the negative. That was just T’bia having his own way of doing things. M’dox nodded, wandering through his room to pick out an outfit to wear — it had to be something specially for the event, not what he’d been wearing all day! For once he’d done laundry recently and had a lot of options to choose from. He ended up deciding on a pink shirt with grey flowers dyed on it, not wanting to wear the color of any particular dragon. That just seemed rude to dragonets of any other color, and he didn’t want to be rude to babies! The other half of the outfit was harder, and M’dox frowned, glancing over at a box he kept in the back of the closet. He knew he had a gray skirt, one he’d bought ‘for his sister’ that he knew she would see, that went will with the shirt, but he couldn’t. Sighing, he picked a pair of loose dark pants instead, quickly changing and clambering onto Riquarth to find a spot by the Sands.
It wasn’t long until T’bia and Jycenth joined them, and M’dox leaned into T’bia, listening to his… to T’bia’s thought about the Hatching. He pointed out a few people who’d been Searched about the same time he was, and a few others he remembered a bit from when he was Standing. M’dox vaguely remembered hearing about the superstation of what color hatched first, but he hadn’t known the specifics of it. T’bia’s guess that it would be a green that Hatched first made sense to him — he was pretty sure his Weyrlingmaster had said about half the dragons on Pern were green, so they really were the most common.
Not much later they all got their answer, as a green dramatically fell out of her egg. M’dox ‘aww’ed at her, before he blinked in surprise when he realized there was a bronze already hatched as well. “Which one hatched first, could you tell?” he whispered to T’bia, not sure which it had been. M’dox was entranced by the hatching, gasping softly every time an egg wobbled noticeably or a dragonet made its first appearance. Oh, they were all so wonderful! He almost missed when Riquarth was that little.
No you don’t, Riquarth said dryly. He, for one, did not miss being a gangly weyrling one bit. M’dox managed to tear his gaze away from the eggs (nothing was happening just then) to smile up at his dragon before quickly turning back, not wanting to miss anything.
He was so distracted watching T’bia concentrate on the game they were playing (his eyebrows scrunched together when he was thinking sometimes, M’dox thought it was adorable) that the sudden humming rising up from the dragons startled him so much he jumped and looked around, startled. Suddenly he was being pulled to his feet by T’bia and M’dox realized the reason for the humming; the eggs were hatching! He grinned excitedly, watching T’bia rush out of his weyr, though he was a bit puzzled.
“I don’t need to have a bath before going to the Hatching, do I?” he asked Riquarth quizzically, who laughed and replied in the negative. That was just T’bia having his own way of doing things. M’dox nodded, wandering through his room to pick out an outfit to wear — it had to be something specially for the event, not what he’d been wearing all day! For once he’d done laundry recently and had a lot of options to choose from. He ended up deciding on a pink shirt with grey flowers dyed on it, not wanting to wear the color of any particular dragon. That just seemed rude to dragonets of any other color, and he didn’t want to be rude to babies! The other half of the outfit was harder, and M’dox frowned, glancing over at a box he kept in the back of the closet. He knew he had a gray skirt, one he’d bought ‘for his sister’ that he knew she would see, that went will with the shirt, but he couldn’t. Sighing, he picked a pair of loose dark pants instead, quickly changing and clambering onto Riquarth to find a spot by the Sands.
It wasn’t long until T’bia and Jycenth joined them, and M’dox leaned into T’bia, listening to his… to T’bia’s thought about the Hatching. He pointed out a few people who’d been Searched about the same time he was, and a few others he remembered a bit from when he was Standing. M’dox vaguely remembered hearing about the superstation of what color hatched first, but he hadn’t known the specifics of it. T’bia’s guess that it would be a green that Hatched first made sense to him — he was pretty sure his Weyrlingmaster had said about half the dragons on Pern were green, so they really were the most common.
Not much later they all got their answer, as a green dramatically fell out of her egg. M’dox ‘aww’ed at her, before he blinked in surprise when he realized there was a bronze already hatched as well. “Which one hatched first, could you tell?” he whispered to T’bia, not sure which it had been. M’dox was entranced by the hatching, gasping softly every time an egg wobbled noticeably or a dragonet made its first appearance. Oh, they were all so wonderful! He almost missed when Riquarth was that little.
No you don’t, Riquarth said dryly. He, for one, did not miss being a gangly weyrling one bit. M’dox managed to tear his gaze away from the eggs (nothing was happening just then) to smile up at his dragon before quickly turning back, not wanting to miss anything.
