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04.Sep.18, 03:19 AM
Odd dreams woke Mulrissa at a time that was closer to morning than evening, though decidedly a time meant for sleeping. It took a few moments of blearily blinking herself awake to figure out why she felt so weird. As soon as she realized, Rissa was out of bed immediately and heading down to the Hatching Grounds. Bedith was clutching, and while the gold certainly didn’t need her presence she wanted to be there.
By some miracle, Bedith had taken quite well to being unable to go between and having trouble flying due to being round with eggs. Rissa had thought the whole ordeal would be a horrible annoyance to the gold, but she’d taken it in stride. She’d been altogether mellow the past few weeks, instead of eternally ready to bitch about something.
Pregnancy did weird things to you.
Rissa tried not to wake anyone or alert anyone as to why she was up. Certainly some of the dragons would know there were eggs on the Sands, but most probably wouldn’t bother waking anyone up over it. Eggs laid were not eggs hatched, and Mulrissa was not awake enough or in the mood to deal with anyone but her dragon.
It didn’t take her long to slip onto the Sands and cross to the immense lump in the middle that was her Bedith. Rissa sat down next to one of Bedith’s forelegs and leaned against her, sending her a mental greeting. Speaking aloud felt weird, so she didn’t. Bedith rumbled a response, swinging her great wedge of a head over to nuzzle her rider. Mulrissa gave her a supportive pat on the nose and settled in to wait.
An hour or so later and Rissa counted forty-one eggs hardening on the Sands. “No wonder you couldn’t fly, sweetheart,” she said quietly, rubbing Bedith’s leg, “you were carrying half a Weyr.” The gold made a pleased sound, and gently nudged Rissa to get up and take a closer look. The woman did so, carefully walking over to the eggs. She’d never seen eggs before a Touching before, and they looked a bit different. Softer, not quite hardened to the thick leathery state they would reach before Hatching, and all of them glistened from, well, being inside a dragon. The shine of the eggs meant it took a few minutes for Mulrissa to notice one egg was shinier than the others.
“Oh, Bedith, is this…?” she asked, quickly walking over to the shinier egg. This one was truly shiny, not just shiny from being new. A gold egg. Bedith’s pride at the gold egg suddenly rushed through her, the delight having been barely held back until Rissa had discovered the egg herself. Mulrissa smiled up at her dragon, and walked back over to her side. “They’re beautiful, Bedith. And they’ll hatch beautiful babies.”
Of course they will, Bedith said amicably, they’re mine. Rissa laughed.
“Of course,” she said, then turned back to consider the eggs a moment, “Do you think I’m supposed to tell the Weyrleader immediately? Or should I wait until a more reasonable hour? And we should let Syrendryth and T’ryn know, shouldn’t we.” Bedith snorted. Trust her rider to start being practical immediately. She should just enjoy having the Sands and the eggs to themselves for a while longer.
“All right, all right,” Mulrissa said, sensing her dragon’s thoughts, “I’ll wait until sunrise. Then I’m telling them.”
Fine. But the Weyrleader’s not allowed on the Sands. I’ll bite him. Syrendryth I’ll allow. Rissa shook her head.
“You can’t bite the Weyrleader, dear,” she said, “but I will tell him. I assume that goes for Kahleena too?” Bedith snorted dismissively, indicating that was obvious. No other goldriders on her Sands. Mulrissa could only sigh fondly.
Shortly before the sun started to rise, Rissa ran back up to her weyr to grab paper and something to write with, quickly penning two notes before rushing back to Bedith. Halfway there she realized she should probably send Indivara a note too, since she would be Weyrlingmaster for the Clutch, so she ran back and wrote a third note. She had Bedith call her son’s firelizard (she would consider getting her own for the convenience, but she wasn’t sure Bedith would take it well), which the gold insisted not enter the Sands, so Rissa had to hand off the notes, one by one so the little thing wouldn’t get confused, to be taken to their recipients. The first was for the Weyrleader, the second for T’ryn, and the almost forgotten third for Indivara. All three were short, informing them that Bedith had clutched, there were forty-one eggs including a gold egg, and, in T’ryn’s only, an invitation to stop by and see the eggs. Once Sandy returned after delivering the third note, Mulrissa returned to the Sands and Bedith.
By some miracle, Bedith had taken quite well to being unable to go between and having trouble flying due to being round with eggs. Rissa had thought the whole ordeal would be a horrible annoyance to the gold, but she’d taken it in stride. She’d been altogether mellow the past few weeks, instead of eternally ready to bitch about something.
Pregnancy did weird things to you.
Rissa tried not to wake anyone or alert anyone as to why she was up. Certainly some of the dragons would know there were eggs on the Sands, but most probably wouldn’t bother waking anyone up over it. Eggs laid were not eggs hatched, and Mulrissa was not awake enough or in the mood to deal with anyone but her dragon.
It didn’t take her long to slip onto the Sands and cross to the immense lump in the middle that was her Bedith. Rissa sat down next to one of Bedith’s forelegs and leaned against her, sending her a mental greeting. Speaking aloud felt weird, so she didn’t. Bedith rumbled a response, swinging her great wedge of a head over to nuzzle her rider. Mulrissa gave her a supportive pat on the nose and settled in to wait.
An hour or so later and Rissa counted forty-one eggs hardening on the Sands. “No wonder you couldn’t fly, sweetheart,” she said quietly, rubbing Bedith’s leg, “you were carrying half a Weyr.” The gold made a pleased sound, and gently nudged Rissa to get up and take a closer look. The woman did so, carefully walking over to the eggs. She’d never seen eggs before a Touching before, and they looked a bit different. Softer, not quite hardened to the thick leathery state they would reach before Hatching, and all of them glistened from, well, being inside a dragon. The shine of the eggs meant it took a few minutes for Mulrissa to notice one egg was shinier than the others.
“Oh, Bedith, is this…?” she asked, quickly walking over to the shinier egg. This one was truly shiny, not just shiny from being new. A gold egg. Bedith’s pride at the gold egg suddenly rushed through her, the delight having been barely held back until Rissa had discovered the egg herself. Mulrissa smiled up at her dragon, and walked back over to her side. “They’re beautiful, Bedith. And they’ll hatch beautiful babies.”
Of course they will, Bedith said amicably, they’re mine. Rissa laughed.
“Of course,” she said, then turned back to consider the eggs a moment, “Do you think I’m supposed to tell the Weyrleader immediately? Or should I wait until a more reasonable hour? And we should let Syrendryth and T’ryn know, shouldn’t we.” Bedith snorted. Trust her rider to start being practical immediately. She should just enjoy having the Sands and the eggs to themselves for a while longer.
“All right, all right,” Mulrissa said, sensing her dragon’s thoughts, “I’ll wait until sunrise. Then I’m telling them.”
Fine. But the Weyrleader’s not allowed on the Sands. I’ll bite him. Syrendryth I’ll allow. Rissa shook her head.
“You can’t bite the Weyrleader, dear,” she said, “but I will tell him. I assume that goes for Kahleena too?” Bedith snorted dismissively, indicating that was obvious. No other goldriders on her Sands. Mulrissa could only sigh fondly.
Shortly before the sun started to rise, Rissa ran back up to her weyr to grab paper and something to write with, quickly penning two notes before rushing back to Bedith. Halfway there she realized she should probably send Indivara a note too, since she would be Weyrlingmaster for the Clutch, so she ran back and wrote a third note. She had Bedith call her son’s firelizard (she would consider getting her own for the convenience, but she wasn’t sure Bedith would take it well), which the gold insisted not enter the Sands, so Rissa had to hand off the notes, one by one so the little thing wouldn’t get confused, to be taken to their recipients. The first was for the Weyrleader, the second for T’ryn, and the almost forgotten third for Indivara. All three were short, informing them that Bedith had clutched, there were forty-one eggs including a gold egg, and, in T’ryn’s only, an invitation to stop by and see the eggs. Once Sandy returned after delivering the third note, Mulrissa returned to the Sands and Bedith.
