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17.Sep.22, 02:05 PM
Outside the sky was completely clear and the sun was already bright in the sky. You should get up and wake K'tir as well. You've slept in long enough and the eggs are moving. It really wasn't early at all, but that didn't stop the goldrider from grumbling and settling in more comfortably to the warm body alongside hers. K'tir had been quite thorough in his latest attempt to fulfil her request and she was still feeling quite pleased and not terribly inclined to move. I will be terribly annoyed with you if you spoil my hatching with your absence. Is this the sort of behavior K'tir's presence will encourage?
Despite the implied threat of future annoyance, there was none yet in the dragon's voice, so while Ojassa didn't rush or snap back, she did push herself up to gently shake the brownrider. "The eggs are hatching, get up and go support your proud brown. Unless he's somehow annoyed her since last night, Quayleth was wanting him there with her." As an added bit of incentive she leaned down to give him a kiss, pausing to gently nip at his lip before pulling away and walking to her desk to start writing a few letters.
There was a small chirp as a dark brown flitter popped into the room and landed curiously on the bed near K'tir to eye him curiously and occasionally softly hiss when the man made any movements. Ojassa didn't bother looking up as she swiftly and neatly wrote out the notifications and letters of invitation, as well as a much shorter note for Casa and J'zaq letting them know the letters were already being handled. "Don't mind Zeke, he's just not used to men spending the night quite so often."
She gave a whistle to the flitter and sent him off with the first set of letters before ushering K'tir to the bathroom so they could get cleaned up and dressed, and then off to his weyr to find him a fresher shirt. By the time they were on the Sands she'd fussed and rushed him enough that Quayleth turned her attention to the brownrider personally. It is a beautiful bright and shining day for a Hatching and it is good to have you here, K'tir. She may not apologize herself for it, but I am sorry that I accidentally encouraged Ojassa to rush you. I hope we can all still have a pleasant time and present a supportive front for the hatchlings when they arrive. The last thing that the gold wanted was silly drama from their riders marring the hatching, so hopefully her own attempt would help soothe things over.
Ojassa, true to the gold's word, didn't bother apologizing herself, but she did take a few breaths as she listened to the dragons hum and watched as people began to arrive and pile into the stands and candidates stepped out onto the sands. After a couple minutes she looked out at the eggs and softly said, "I know it's likely to be almost all blues and greens, but I hope there are two browns in this clutch. I think Ghaeth deserves to have a couple in his likeness."
Despite the implied threat of future annoyance, there was none yet in the dragon's voice, so while Ojassa didn't rush or snap back, she did push herself up to gently shake the brownrider. "The eggs are hatching, get up and go support your proud brown. Unless he's somehow annoyed her since last night, Quayleth was wanting him there with her." As an added bit of incentive she leaned down to give him a kiss, pausing to gently nip at his lip before pulling away and walking to her desk to start writing a few letters.
There was a small chirp as a dark brown flitter popped into the room and landed curiously on the bed near K'tir to eye him curiously and occasionally softly hiss when the man made any movements. Ojassa didn't bother looking up as she swiftly and neatly wrote out the notifications and letters of invitation, as well as a much shorter note for Casa and J'zaq letting them know the letters were already being handled. "Don't mind Zeke, he's just not used to men spending the night quite so often."
She gave a whistle to the flitter and sent him off with the first set of letters before ushering K'tir to the bathroom so they could get cleaned up and dressed, and then off to his weyr to find him a fresher shirt. By the time they were on the Sands she'd fussed and rushed him enough that Quayleth turned her attention to the brownrider personally. It is a beautiful bright and shining day for a Hatching and it is good to have you here, K'tir. She may not apologize herself for it, but I am sorry that I accidentally encouraged Ojassa to rush you. I hope we can all still have a pleasant time and present a supportive front for the hatchlings when they arrive. The last thing that the gold wanted was silly drama from their riders marring the hatching, so hopefully her own attempt would help soothe things over.
Ojassa, true to the gold's word, didn't bother apologizing herself, but she did take a few breaths as she listened to the dragons hum and watched as people began to arrive and pile into the stands and candidates stepped out onto the sands. After a couple minutes she looked out at the eggs and softly said, "I know it's likely to be almost all blues and greens, but I hope there are two browns in this clutch. I think Ghaeth deserves to have a couple in his likeness."
