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2023/08/04 Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
2023/01/07 Welcome to the New Year! We are now ELEVEN years old! Thank you, all of you, for your love and writing! I am looking forward to spending another year with youall! In addition, a new Default colour scheme is in progress and will hopefully be available soon! All my love! ThistleProse
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!
2022/05/11 Gold Malvayth has Flown, caught by Bronze Xyxyth of A'tay. Their Hatching will be PC, and take place in Telgar in August around the 20-22nd! Update your Candidate Applications and prepare for some fun!
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05/JUL It’s Hatching time!! Come take part in the shenanigans here
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
25/JUN The Touching is up! Take part here
30/MAY After the Touching, many Candidates found themselves preyed upon in the form of their food. More information here
18/MAY Another goldrider - Ameris of Benden - is attacked. More information here
05/MAY Multiple individuals are attacked whilest out of the Weyr! More information here
04/MAY Take a chance OOC and guess who you think the murderer is! You can win prizes! More information here
03/MAY Goldrider Cazan and her twin brother Cazelarias are attacked. More information here
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
05/APRMore attacks occurred today. More information here
03/APRMultiple individuals found their death this day; more information here and here
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
25/FEB Congratulations and thank-you to Guest for taking on a moderator role! <3
14/FEB Stars Above PC Hatching Link
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01/JAN Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!




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2024-February
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Welcome to the Month of Lovetm! This month's Monthly Event is all about Romance, whether it is asking someone out on a date, or getting sweaty between the sheets! Anything and everything counts, if it even looks sideways like it could be related to Valentine Day -- including lover's spats, or breaking up, Flights Wins (or Flight Losses!). Honestly, this month has a huge opportunity for interpertation, so go wild!



2023-December
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Ahh, the fresh snow, the crisp air, the naked trees... welcome to Winter! Or, just the Colder Months for those in the more Northern Weyrs, while Ista is just... not as hot. But it is time to enjoy the end of the Turn, so folks should get together, spend some time gossiping, and drinking Hot Chocolate (alcohol and marshmallows opional)... does Pern even have marshmallows????? (they do now!)



2023-November
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Feel like bitching? Wanna take part in a brawl? Or bet on someone? Take part in Brawls and Bitching this month! Boo-yeah!



2023-October
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Thistle flunked this month; You can still post until the end of November as a result <3
Experience, tell or hide from a Spooky Story!



2023-September
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The flu is running rampant, colds are clogging noses, and someone might have lost a limb?



2023-August
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Partake this month by going fishing... or anything that occurs while fishing, or dealing with fish!



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Mulrissa
of Gold Bedith

Date of Birth
03.02.706,
Height
5'7"
Eyes
Brown
Build
Hair
Dark brown, twists

Threads
9
Posts
58

Written By: Zandelion
#1
It had become habit over the past few weeks for Mulrissa to visit Bedith on the Sands, usually for an hour or so, before she headed up to her weyr to settle in for the evening. Following the average time Clutches spent on the Sands, Bedith’s should have Hatched a few days ago. Bedith was unconcerned, and Rissa knew there was natural variation in dragon hatching times just as there was in human pregnancies, but the excited tension in the Weyr was palpable as each day passed without any sound or motion from an egg. She could tell the Candidates were getting antsy, and she Mulrissa herself rather wanted to go back to her usual routines. Not that she didn't see Bedith all the time, but the gold stayed on the Sands at all times and Rissa missed having her nearby all the time. Besides, she knew Bedith missed being able to do things. The gold had expressed a longing to hunt for herself, even if she did get great satisfaction out of Syrendryth hunting for her. Mulrissa didn’t entirely get the desire to kill your own food, but she wasn’t a dragon and just scratched Bedith consolingly when the gold had admitted it.

This time, when Rissa stepped out onto the warm Sands with a greeting to Bedith, something was different. Her gold was watching the eggs with an unfamiliar intensity and Mulrissa frowned, not sure how to interpret the swirls of emotion from her dragon — until she saw one of the eggs wobble slightly. With a gasp, Mulrissa hurried to stand next to her dragon, joining her in intently staring at the eggs.

They hatch, Bedith said smugly, giving a soft hum as another egg twitched. Rissa leaned into the gold’s shoulder, watching the eggs for another long moment before bringing herself to think on practical things.

“I need to tell everyone so they can prepare, though I imagine most of them will know soon enough anyway,” she said quietly, still staring at the Clutch.

Syrendryth gets a message before anyone else, Bedith informed her, considering that the proper way to do things. Mulrissa smiled at that and gave her a pat on the leg. “Of course, love, I’ll send theirs first. I’ll just get that done and be back momentarily.” With a brief hug to Bedith’s leg, letting her know how proud and excited she was for the gold, Rissa rushed off the Sands and back to her weyr. She quickly wrote three notes again — for T’ryn, Indivara, and the Weyrleader — and changed clothes to something both a bit nicer and a bit more comfortable for spending hours on the Sands. The weather may be cooling down as the turn started coming to a close, but the Sands stayed hot in all seasons. Outfit changed, Mulrissa headed back through the halls, stopping the first person she knew who had a firelizard and asked to borrow a flit for a minute. Thankfully, her request was agreed to and moments later the little thing was popping between to Ista, then to Indivara, then the Weyrleader, stopping back with Rissa between each jump to pick up the next note.

Notifications dealt with, she hurried back to Bedith and the eggs. As she once again walked onto the Sands Mulrissa could already hear the increasing hum as dragons throughout the Weyr started realizing the eggs were hatching. Really, she could have gone without the notes to Indivara and the Weyrleader, but it was polite to send them and both she and Bedith felt strongly about going about things the right way.

Mulrissa returned to Bedith, climbing up to sit on the gold’s foreleg and join her in her nearly-complete vigil over the clutch. She wondered for a moment how long it would take for this many eggs to hatch, and how much sleep she’d be getting that night, but the thoughts were quickly dismissed as trivial. This was Bedith’s first Clutch that was hatching, nothing else mattered but the eggs and her dragon. Bedith huffed softly in agreement, never taking her eyes off the increasing number of slowly rocking eggs.

Y'all know how this works, you've been here longer than I have, but here’s a refresher anyway and info on how I’m doing things.

Timeframe: Dragons start realizing the eggs are hatching around 7pm. Candidates are expected to get their butts on the Sands by 8pm. First egg hatches around 9pm. Even if you haven’t posted yet, all Candidates are on the Sands by that time.

Candidates: Attire is robes and decent footwear so they don’t get burns from standing on the Sands for hours. No additional clothing bits like jewelry. Hair is recommended to be tied back if it's long. Firelizards are not allowed on the Sands, though they can be in the stands. Indivara will enforce these rules as strictly as she feels like at the time.

Impression: If a Candidate Impresses, they are expected to bring their dragonet over to the side of the Sands to feed them and give them a first bath.

OOC: I will be trying to get up a batch of hatchings a day, starting the 15th (2 days to get a first post up), but we’ll see how that shakes out. If a PC Impresses, their player will be sent a PM with their new dragon info to incorporate into their next post. No spoilers, etc etc.

Other: If you have a character at Telgar, feel free to have claim the person whose firelizard Mulrissa borrows.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

Date of Birth
17.04.722, 23
Height
6'1
Eyes
Blue
Build
Lean, fit
Hair
Blonde, shorter

Threads
30
Posts
429

Written By: SunsetWay
#2
T’ryn had just towelled off from his evening bath when a firelizard appeared before him, causing him to yelp in surprise. He took a step back but didn’t tumble back into the tub, for which he was grateful, and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, suddenly shy before the nosy creature that could gossip faster than even his sister. He eyed the beast for a moment and then took the note he was holding, reading it over, and then giving a squeak borne of surprise and excitement.

The eggs were moving! The Hatching would begin soon!

T’ryn shooed the firelizard away, telling it thanks as he did so and ran to get dressed. When he finally managed to stumble his way out to the ledge, Syrendryth didn’t rise from where he was lying down, but simply gave him a look. We are not going out with you looking like that. Try again, slower this time. You know they will not hatch right away. T’ryn glared at his dragon and then looked down at himself and saw he wasn’t matching, the shirt was buttoned wrong, and a hand to his hair reminded him he hadn’t done anything with it after towel-drying it. Sighing, he nodded and went back to try again.

Fifteen minutes later and he was properly dressed and groomed, but as he was about to mount up, he realised he had to tell people, important people! M’ris probably already knew so that didn’t even cross his mind but he ran out the door, yelling to Syrendryth that he had to tell N’mor. He gave a knock to the door that didn’t mean anything as he entered as soon as his hand left the wood and flew inside, looking for his best friend. He found the man in bed, with Z’rin, but that barely processed in his mind addled with fear, nerves, and excitement as he came to a stop at the foot of the bed. “The eggs are moving!” he grinned with the excitement but his eyes were slightly wild from the nerves. “I’ll see you there!” T’ryn ran back out of the weyr, letting anyone he came across on the way back to his weyr that Telgar’s Hatching was about to begin.

Again, they were about to leave when T’ryn recalled a promise he made to Mylorah after she pestered him about it. Instead of going to Telgar, they landed near the Candidate barracks and T’ryn dashed inside to find his target. Kordiavis was remaking his bed, likely having done laundry earlier in the day, but he was dressed, which was perfect. Less time to wait. He told his sort of friend he was being kidnapped and brought to the Hatching so he could hopefully see his friends Impress. They had a bit of a stare down until Kordiavis finally sighed and relented.

Finally!

When they landed in Telgar, T’ryn shooed Kordiavis off to the stands and said he’d take him home later as well. Syrendryth had already sauntered inside to take up a place near Bedith. He seemed to like the gold, having hunted for her, and kept her company when she wanted it. T’ryn was a bit worried about that and hoped they were friends and not about to end up mates. Oh, that was all he needed right then; add that fear about winning another gold Flight on top of attending his first Hatching as the rider of the sire. He had so many fears now thanks to Rhezalth’s first clutch that T’ryn kept conjuring up horrible things that could happen at Syrendryth’s. He really didn’t need added stress about things that might not even happen in the future.

As he walked by the clutch, he paused to watch some of the more active eggs, wonder replacing the fear for the moment. There were dragonets in there and they were ready to come out! His dragon had helped do this and there was a chance friends and his sister could Impress to one of them! That would be so cool. He was smiling at that thought as he made his way over to Mulrissa and Bedith, greeting them both. “Evening, ladies. They might be a few days later than expected but at least the time of day is a lot better than most seem to take place at.” He was trying for a relaxed appearance, not wanting to give away how his emotions were going in every direction. As long as he didn’t think about all the horrible things that could happen at a Hatching, T’ryn was confident he could give off the illusion he was calm.

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V'ra
of Blue Venseth

Date of Birth
05.04.716 AL, 28
Height
4'9
Eyes
Blue
Build
Slim
Hair
Dark Brown

Threads
38
Posts
354

Written By: ThistleProse
#3
Indivara was sprawled in a comfortable chair, her feet soaking in a tub of cool water, filled with pretty smelling oils that anyone but Val would definitely be stupid enough to tease her about. They helped with the swelling, though, which Indivara swore had not gone down since the day of the Touching, and that was like a week ago or something! Honestly, as she leaned back lazily and waited for Val to get back with their food, Indivara wondered what had possessed her to think she could do this Weyrlingmaster thing while in the last trimester of her pregnancy. Not that she’d ever back down or admit it was getting the best of her, not even to Val, though he could see her struggling when she got home at night.

A firelizard appearing had both of Indivara’s screeching, Queenie in outrage and Saph squealing a greeting, which caused the other lizard to drop the note it was carrying and flee. Indivara sighed, and thanked Val’s little blue when he brought it over for her. Saph was sulking that a potential playmate had left him and Queenie was grumbling to herself about someone coming uninvited into her domain. Indivara flicked the piece of paper over to read the message the same time Val came back in, and the dragons all started humming. Indivara groaned softly and frowned at Val. “At least its not dawn?” She mumbled, sighing dramatically and holding her hands out beseechingly to Val, kissing him happily when he helped her to stand up.

She was never doing this pregnancy thing again. Ever. Ever. Ever.

Waddling off to find some pants to wear, since she was only really wearing one of Val’s shirts, Indivara got dressed in reasonable time, sulking to herself as she stamped her feet into her boots and then had to beg Val to do them up for her, because she couldn’t see her feet past her belly, never mind doing up the laces. Mostly she was wearing sandals or going barefoot when she could get away with it, but spending the next umpteen hours on the Sands in sandals sounded like a really stupid idea! By the time she was ready, Venseth had already gone down to the Sands to help keep the Candidates that were there in line while Indivara caught a ride down with Val and Veeth.

With Val and Veeth both accommodating her to help her down off the small blue dragon, Indivara took a moment to catch her breath and find her balance, leaning against the pale hide while Venseth proudly updated her on the candidates – almost all of whom he’d told to go bathe first, and to find some snacks if needed. Most folks had already eaten, but Indivara’s constant snacking due to her pregnancy had caught on with some of the class, and she’d made allowances that her Candidates could eat nuts and berries while in class; she had no issue with them snacking on such things on the Sands, since dragonets weren’t about to smell the scents of berries and go into a murderous fury as they tried to find the source of the food.

… right?

Leaving Venseth to keep control of the Candidates as they came back to the Sands in dribs and drabs, most of them still with wet hair and wild looking faces, Indivara settled herself carefully on one of Veeth’s forelegs, leaning back against the dragon and chatting idly with Val as they waited for the actual Hatching to begin. No one but the two blue dragons, and her mate, would be able to see how terrified Indivara was; the only good experience she’d ever had with a Hatching was when Venseth Hatched – and in all honesty, that was quickly being drowned down by all the mayhem and murder she’d been around both before and since. Indivara sincerely hoped this Hatching wouldn’t be anything like the one she’d heard happened in Ista.

Probably the only positive thing about her damned pregnancy was the fact that it had prevented her from going. Not that she probably would have. But she might have.

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Mylorah
of Gold Amagrith

Date of Birth
10.02.721, 24
Height
5'8
Eyes
Light Brown
Build
Curvy
Hair
Brown, long

Threads
33
Posts
377

Written By: SunsetWay
#4
Mylorah had been sitting with some of the newer Candidates that didn’t have many, if any, Hatchings to their name and seemed to be getting antsy. Everyone knew that this clutch was a few days beyond the expected normal hatching timeframe and she was reassuring them that it wasn’t that unusual for this to happen and that the dragonets were fine. Honestly, she hoped it meant it was a lethargic group and there wouldn’t be quite as many mauled Candidates this time around. Her stomach still tightened when she thought about the poor girls that died, and A’tay’s chomped on hand, and how she stared down the wild brown that had chosen sweet S’oll to be his bonded. She was lucky she hadn’t ended up another victim of his with the attitude she had thrown his way.

She was answering some more of their basic questions about Hatchings and Weyr life in general when the dragons started humming. “Well, boys, you’re in luck. You’re about to see what a Hatching is all about first hand,” she grinned and giggled when the confusion turned into fear when they realised it was time to stand before wobbling eggs with hungry dragons springing from them. “You have time!” She called after them when they took off sprinting to prepare.

Mylorah figured there was no rush and was proved right when the order came to be ready in an hour and to take the time to eat and bathe. She had already done both recently and didn’t feel like being a part of the rush and crowding into one of the pools with so many people filled with nervous energy. Instead, she grabbed her hairbrush and some ribbons and made good on the threat that she would make Misharan do it up for her. Of course she meant for the celebration dinner later –which he could redo then in something way more fun and elaborate—but he seemed okay with the idea of doing it for the actual event as well.

A peek inside the dining cavern found Misharan just putting away his dishes and she smiled at the luck she was having. She’d almost started with his room and then would have moved on to the usual social haunts of his but since everyone was still coming and going for the tail end of dinner, she decided it wouldn’t hurt to start there. It didn’t take her long to convince to do her hair; it only took a smile and holding out her brush, honestly. Since they had to keep it fairly simple, her hair ended up in a braided bun that earned her friend a hug and promise that she would be watching and cheering him on from the silly sideline she’d be kept at before they parted ways to finish getting ready.

Mylorah was still grumbling internally about how the women would be kept together in a group further back, away from the eggs and boys when she changed into her robe. She was surprised the stuffy old guys hadn’t come up with the idea to make the gold dragons push the cherished golden egg to the other end of the Sands so the girls could stand vigil around it and as far from the rest of the clutch as they could. No doubt if they could come up with a way, they’d move the egg and girls to the other end of the Weyr to ensure fighter dragons didn’t dare sniff in their direction. She supposed she should be happy with the sideline, though. It meant she could still see what was happening and cheer for her friends.

When she arrived at the Sands a few minutes before the deadline given to them, Mylorah shuffled along with the other female Candidates to their little corner of the world and positioned herself where she could see the eggs, but also T’ryn. She wanted to run over and give him a hug and remind him to breathe but knew that would be frowned upon. So she waited until he looked in her direction, smiled, and waved. When he waved back, she pointed at her smile and then him. She laughed at his moment of confusion and then he smiled and nodded. He got the hint; remember to smile and enjoy the moment. She knew Syrendryth would continue to win Flights in the future but it might not be for a while and this was the first one! They should enjoy it.

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N'noa
of Blue Atranth

Date of Birth
29.09.715, 29
Height
6'0
Eyes
Hazel
Build
Fit
Hair
Brown, curly

Threads
6
Posts
78

Written By: SunsetWay
#5
Narinoa was already in the bath when word came that the Hatching was about to begin. He hadn’t frantically scrambled out of the water like a few others had done, but instead continued to soak, enjoying the hot water and the quickly falling silence in the room. It didn’t last long, though, as some of the men that had fled came back with others, telling him Venseth had ordered everyone to bathe and eat and be back in an hour. He had nodded, having already figured out from past Hatchings that that there was never really a need to rush. He had heard tales that some in the past were quick, but he wondered if they had just called everyone together later than usual because they had watched the rate of the eggs wobbling. He specialised in horses but he had learned a bit about other animals when he was training and that seemed like a possibly strong theory to go with based on what he knew from animals that laid eggs.

He chatted amiably with the men around him until he started to feel his fingers turning into prunes and excused himself, emerging from the water with little shame before towelling off before the group. He was used to public nudity now –and public sex thanks to Casa’s camping trip—and while he tried his best not to smile or laugh when he saw a couple of the newly Searched boys look away, it didn’t bother Narinoa one way or the other if someone was enjoying the view or not.

Once he was changed into his robe that always made him feel like a sack of potatoes, Narinoa ventured to see what was left from dinner to grab another quick bite. He had eaten a couple of hours earlier but liked the suggestion of getting food while they had time since Hatchings could take hours. He only ended up snagging a piece of dessert and some fruit, but that was more than enough for the time being. No doubt he’d be hungry again by the time they were set free from the Sands, but he’d survive until then, and would likely crash right into bed if this Hatching was as emotionally all over the place as some of the previous ones.

He fell in with a group of boys that were heading to the Sands and still Narinoa chatted with an ease that belied the nerves starting to jump around in his belly. He knew he didn’t worry as much as some, especially the sons of dragonriders –would they Impress? Would they Impress the right colour to make dad proud?—but there was always a bit of a fear that a dragonet might not make it, and of course that someone could end up hurt. But it was always more exciting than anything else to him. The bond seemed so special, personal. He wanted to experience it, though he supposed he had on a smaller scale with Pip –who wasn’t happy at being banished to the Stands again, but knew the drill by now—but to have that bond and another sharing his head space? Remarkable!

Narinoa greeted other Candidates he was friendly with as he entered the Sands and waved at the ladies waiting off to the side, disappointed they couldn’t stand together, but understanding it all the same. He really didn’t have a strong stance on women riders and simply accepted the ruling of each Weyr. Still, a small chaotic side of his hoped a girl Impressed a green just to see the reactions it caused.

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Qu'va
of Blue Dalsuth

Date of Birth
14.02.723, 22
Height
6'0
Eyes
Brown
Build
Average
Hair
Brown, shaggy

Threads
11
Posts
125

Written By: SunsetWay
#6
Quinvalis was silently panicking as he laid on his bunk, curled up on his side as he ignored everyone else bustling around him getting ready. It was time. He was only at Telgar for their Hatching because R’nya had encouraged it and he didn’t want to disappoint the man that he viewed as a father. The bronzerider’s opinions mattered to him and he never wanted to make R’nya question his decision to take him under his wing as much as he had. But what if he actually did Impress at Telgar? That was eighteen months of being stuck in a different Weyr than R’nya and Madiquel. Sure, he was closer to his mom and sister so that was kind of nice but it wasn’t his sister he thought about trying to kiss and it wasn’t his mom that made him happy during even the toughest or most boring of chores.

He wondered how much trouble he would be in if he stayed hiding in the barracks. He could feign a stomach ache, which wouldn’t be hard to do with how much it was currently tying itself in knots from panic and fear. But what if he was meant to Impress this time and his dragon couldn’t find him and he went between thinking he was alone and no one wanted him? Quinvalis knew a bit of that, despite having his mom, sister, and now R’nya and his family taking him in. He didn’t always feel like he belonged and he didn’t want a dragon thinking that as his last thought before… well. That was enough guilt to finally get him off his bed and changing clothes.

He didn’t dare eat and he had bathed that morning so didn’t feel up to trying to sit in a tub full of people chatting and sharing their excitement. He wasn’t excited, he was nervous and now wracked with guilt. He sat there, lost in thought and emotions, until the very last possible second when one of the older and more experienced ‘brats corralled them up to head over to the Sands. He followed along, dragging his feet, and managed a smile when he found Phinarion. He liked the guy and they had fallen into a rather easy friendship that didn’t demand much from either of them. He made his way over to Phinarion with a quiet greeting and they moved closer to the eggs, Quinvalis’ nerves still running amok.

When they settled into their spot, Quinvalis looked around for Xyreith but didn’t see him yet. R’nya would come, though. Weyrleaders didn’t have to go to the other Weyrs for the Hatchings, but he figured it was polite to do so, especially with them being a small community still. But he really hoped R’nya came for a more personal reason, and maybe Jajojin would let Madiquel come along as well. If she wanted to. He knew how much that Ista Hatching affected her. He wouldn’t blame her if she never attended one again but it would be nice to see familiar faces in the audience.

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N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

Date of Birth
19.03.722, 23
Height
5'11
Eyes
Grey-green
Build
Stocky, Fit
Hair
Reddish Brown

Threads
24
Posts
188

Written By: ThistleProse
#7
They barely had time to comprehend that there was a knock on the door, before someone was barging in. N’mor stared blankly at the wild looking T’ryn, who was apparently completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just charged in on his best friend in the middle of having sex with a bluerider, before darting out again. N’mor blinked, and shifted his bewildered gaze to look at Z’rin. “That was different,” he drawled, though he was clearly entertained by the whole thing. He did still feel a bit guilty, that he was with Z’rin and not T’ryn, but honestly! If his best friend didn’t want him, he wasn’t going to mope around and not get laid because of it!

All in all, N’mor was probably the most amused by the fact that his best friend barging in didn’t, ah, ruin things, and he bucked his hips playfully to startle Z’rin out of his rather bewildered looking haze. Pulling the bluerider down to kiss him, N’mor grinned against his lips, easily winning the bluerider back into their previous activities. That, of course, was followed up with a playful bath and N’mor laughingly helping Z’rin get dressed and find himself on the back of a dragon, the bluerider none too happy about riding Rhezalth, which the bronze was inclined to take insult to. Varralath’s trust in him was the only saving point, but Z’rin would be receiving disgruntled looks until Rhezalth forgot about the insult.

Arriving in Telgar in about the middle of the arrivals, N’mor had Rhezalth land a polite distance from Syrendryth, the bronze chirping a happy greeting to his brother and the gold he’d caught, even as N’mor set about helping Z’rin get down off the dragon, laughing as he made a dig about their useless (and in his case, missing) limbs. Once Z’rin was securely planted on the ground, N’mor wrapped his arm around his waist companionably to help with his balance, since Varralath had been in charge of his cane and who knew where the blue was currently situated?

“Hey T! Mulrissa!” N’mor grinned as he ushered Z’rin with him to sit nearby, N’mor shooing a couple of excited weyrbrats away so the bluerider could take the seat, shamelessly playing the ‘he’s crippled’ card, and smirking when the kids took off. He’d never actually cashed in on his own missing limb before, and likely never would, but the way he’d played up Z’rin being a poor, crippled bluerider with his healing leg had been hilarious, and the kids had been so confounded. “Move over!” he added, the spot was plenty big enough for both of them!

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Z'rin
of Blue Varralath

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Written By: SunsetWay
#8
Z’rin wasn’t sure what was the most embarrassing thing he had lived through that evening as he had a lot of options to choose from. First T’ryn had barged in while he was having sex with N’mor, though it seemed to have gone unnoticed, or at least unremarked upon. At least N’mor took it in stride and after Z’rin had a bit of a laugh at it, the mood returned as if nothing had happened. Then there was the way no one trusted him enough to ride his own dragon yet (himself included) and Varralath had picked him up and dumped him on Rhezalth to ferry him to Telgar. Then he needed help dismounting. Then N’mor had played up his injury to scare kids out of the seats he wanted. Of course he did help with that, making his limp seem worse than it was. Well, given he had left the cane with Varralath, it was worse than normal.

At least his dragon had good intentions and followed the direction to go find his daughter and see if she wanted to sit with them for the Hatching. He even said she could ride the big blue—as long as her mother was okay with it. “Unless you want Zara sitting in your lap, you need to share a bit of this space,” he laughed as he playfully argued with Nmor even as he scooted a bit further down. Whatever their relationship was; he was enjoying it. It was odd being grounded in Ista Weyr and living with N’mor while he recovered but it had been nice. They got along well and now that he was able to move more freely, the sex whenever they wanted it was even nicer. But now that he was back in Telgar, should he stay? That was something to talk about, but after the Hatching. N’mor was in a good mood and it wasn’t time to discuss serious topics like living arrangements.

Instead he focused on the Candidates coming in, trying to see if he could find the few he had befriended as well as the spectators making their way in. He waved at those that caught his eye on the Sands and greeted the ones that were joining them in the stands. While the last two Hatchings had been pretty benign, Z’rin knew everyone still had the famous Ista Hatching on their minds and he wondered what was going through N’mor’s head. His best friend had a large stake in this Hatching and both had to be comparing themselves to each other constantly with them both Impressing bronze at the same age, the same clutch, and the first time Standing. N’mor won a maiden Flight, and then T’ryn won the next maiden. Not that he thought either man was the type to gloat about their clutch being less violent and bloody than the other but it was probably still on their minds.

“Hey,” he nudged N’mor with his shoulder and when the bronzerider turned to him, Z’rin pulled him in for a kiss. “For good luck,” he whispered against his lips. Of course that wasn’t really how the good luck kiss worked since neither one of them were trying to Impress, but he felt it could help bring in some good vibes for the Hatching as a whole. And it was an excuse to kiss the man. They had never really been discreet with their hook ups but they never screamed it from the watch tower either. Given they had been living together for a while, Z’rin felt most people knew what was going on now and didn’t think it was worth dancing around the topic. Until he saw his daughter skipping towards them. He pulled away to greet her and patted the bench on the other side of him and bit his lip to stop laughing when he saw the way she seemed disappointed that she couldn’t sit beside N’mor. It seemed he wasn’t the only one in the family interested in the bronzerider!

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V'lia
of Green Tiath

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Written By: SunsetWay
#9
Vessaelia was slowly going out of her mind. The Hatching was several days late! Was there something wrong with the eggs? She knew they weren’t always going to hatch right on time, just like a woman might be early or late in giving birth. But that didn’t ease the fears she had been nursing. This was the first clutch in nearly three turns to have a gold egg! That meant it was also the first Hatching she was Standing at in nearly three turns. She always could have gone to Ista for their Hatchings but she was determined to Impress gold, so why bother with any other colour? But the lack of golds did make it feel like she was cursed. No one would take her as a wife and now even the dragons didn’t want her? When she had finally found the confidence to confess her distress to A’dis, she thought he had taken it well and soothed her fears for a time.

He was another reason why she definitely needed this gold to want her. How could she continue to keep his interest if she never Impressed? Aged out? No self-respecting bronzerider would want to stay with her! Of course, he was sweeter than most but she wanted to give him something he deserved as well. She didn’t want to be something else her father could throw in his face to prove he was a failure.

So when the dragons started humming and the message came to be ready within the hour, Vessaelia took it very seriously. She almost dressed and rushed right to the Sands to show the little gold how punctual and proper she was, but that wouldn’t be enough. She had to look the part as well! So it was with great haste that Vessaelia got her bathing items together and dashed off to the bath, not caring who was already in there—though she did spare a thought to the conversation with Tala about bathing with the barely teen boys, making her stifle a giggle.

Once she was bathed, Vessaelia donned the ugly robe and her comfortable boots that did a decent job of keeping her feet somewhat comfortable. She took her time brushing her hair and then put it up in a neat bun, making sure that not even a strand was falling free. She studied her face and hair in the small mirror her mother had given her as gift on her last birthday before she passed away and nodded in approval. It was so exciting to finally be able to Stand once more and show everyone how perfect she would be as a goldrider.

She arrived before most of the other gold Candidates but she still had to wait to be let onto the Sands until they had all arrived so they could go over the rules once more. Once they were let in and settled into their corner, Vessaelia searched out the gold egg, wanting to keep an eye on it during the ruckus that would commence with dragonets popping out everywhere. Then she scanned the stands for anyone she knew, waving when she did.

This had to be the day. It had to be! She couldn’t wait another three turns for her chance!

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R'nd
of Blue Ayyonth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#10
For once, a Hatching happened when R’nd wasn’t in bed with B’jin, sleeping or otherwise. They had been in the sitting area, drinking a bottle of wine and enjoying each other’s company, sometimes with mundane tales of their day or when pestered enough, R’nd gave B’jin a story or two from his childhood. Though, they weren’t always exciting either given Eridella’s enjoyment in telling embarrassing stories and R’nd preferred they be kept buried forever.

Since they were both used to Hatchings and their waiting game, R’nd moved over to the kitchen to slice up some apples, a small block of cheese, and bread, making a light snack to enjoy with the wine before they dressed and made their appearance. He definitely wasn’t going to miss this one! It was never really considered rude if one didn’t show up to a Hatching but it was always the talk of the Weyr for days so it was best not to miss it. Given that his eldest son’s dragon sired this clutch, R’nd had even more reason to attend this one. He was so proud of T’ryn and was pretty excited to be able to show his support as a father in another way. Of course if he thought about it all for too long he recalled that his eldest son was old enough to win gold Flights, meaning he was having sex, meaning he could R’nd a grandfather any day. He really didn’t like thinking about that.

When it finally was time to move down, R’nd changed into something more comfortable for sitting in that heat for hours and walked holding hands with B’jin down to the Sands. There had been some grumbling when R’nd sent the dragons down earlier to claim their preferred ledge, but the kisses to his cheek or his held hand seemed to pacify B’jin enough to let it slide. They arrived to an already decent sized crowd filling the stands, but R’nd spotted the bench behind N’mor and Z’rin was open and he sent B’jin off to greet his son and claim the seats as he went to his own son.

R’nd got as close as he dared to both the eggs and dragons, giving them a respectable space between them all. He gave his congratulations to the dragons, greeted Mulrissa warmly, and gushed a bit at T’ryn as a proud dad. When his son shifted a bit in embarrassment, he eased up and told him everything would be fine and to look for him if he felt his confidence or composure flagging.

Settling in beside B’jin, R’nd checked out the Candidates, seeing many that he had Searched, wanting desperately to go meet with them as well. He stayed in his seat, though, not daring to get too close to the eggs again when they could start breaking shell at any moment. This was the Candidates and dragonets’ time to shine, not his. He’d console and congratulate as needed after. But when his gaze found the dark haired girl from Ista that had bravely defended Ayontay and seemed to care so much about his middle son, R’nd paused, watching her make faces at someone in the stands.

When she laughed and looked away, he followed her gaze to see it on T’ryn, where she also made a face at him, causing him to laugh and give her a look that told her to behave. It made her laugh more as she crossed her heart, likely promising she’d try, blew him a kiss, and turned back to talk to the girl beside her. Who was she? He thought she was tied to Ayontay, but maybe not, especially while he was focused on Xyxyth. Was she T’ryn’s new love interest? Teenagers were full of drama!

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D'lyne
of Green Tybalith

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Written By: Jenn
#11
She'd stayed over at Telgar after the touching, Daelyne knew the hatching would and could happen at any time. Of course the blonde had no idea this particular clutch would decide to take it's own sweet time hatching. Not that she minded. She understood wanting to do things on her own time and she didn't doubt those dragonets wanted to hatch just the same. It was later, a change and frankly a welcomed one, that the humming began. Dae was getting quite put out by the fact so many of the hatchings decided to be born in the ass crack of dawn and not later in the day. Later in the day was by far the better option.

Daelyne was bright eyed and busy tailed, Pixie flopping around like a giant green moron in an attempt to make her lady laugh. Always worked. She hummed when she thought of the dalliances she'd managed to create here and was thankful there was always a dragonrider available to take her between. Course it always helped they were the reason she needed too. Couldn't very well do for her to pop up pregnant. Her one daughter was daughter enough and though she loved the girl, she had no desires to add to that group of spawn. Nope. Not her. The dragons called for the candidates and Daelyne did what she was supposed too. Pixie squawking about her as she got ready.

White robes, sturdy shoes and a tight braid. That was what she wore to the sands when the humming became much louder. She was later than the rest of the girls, her own sweet time was taken to get where she was going. She didn't want to stand for the gold egg, but she didn't want to take the chance that her own dragon was there and she missed it because of her own idiocy. She made Pixie sit on the sidelines, the green pouting and grumbling the entire time but she accepted her fate. Daelyne had to bribe her of course, ply her with lies of her own greendragon and a playmate that wasn't just a human toddler.

She nodded her hellos and moved to stand with the rest of the girls and tried to keep her thoughts clear and lip from curling. She didn't want to hang out around this gold egg. She'd much rather be huddled with the boys, waiting to see if a dragonet tumbled her way.

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Sh'ran
of Blue Dyoricath

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19.01.717, 28
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6'1"
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Dark hazel
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Pretty boy
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Ashy blonde hair that is almost always straight. He used to keep it a bit longer, but clips it shorter after moving to the Weyr.

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Written By: Zandelion
#12
He was just finishing up dinner when the humming started, and Misharan grinned in excitement. Finally, a Hatching he’d actually be full awake for — seriously, what did dragonets like so much about too-fucking-early in the morning? As much as he wanted to rush right off to get ready, Misha figured it was better to finish eating and maybe grab a few extra snacks to bring with instead of dashing off immediately. Hatchings could be so very long, and there were forty-something eggs this time. What if it took all night and he was starving but couldn’t leave the Sands for fear of missing an egg hatching? Nope, Misharan wasn’t taking any chances on food tonight, so he stayed where he was.

Just as he was putting his dishes with the other used dishes to be cleaned, he saw Mylorah heading over. Misha grinned at her, knowing she shared some of his excitement about Hatchings. He laughed when she held out the brush and immediately took it, agreeing to do something reasonably simple now and something fancier later. He was thinking one of those braids that started at the crown instead of the back of the head. But that was for later. For the moment, it was something reasonably quick to keep it out of the way — why were they supposed to keep their hair out of the way for Hatchings again? Misha had never paid attention to the why, since it didn’t apply to him.

Mylorah gave him a hug before heading off for the rest of the gold Candidates that Misha eagerly returned. He hated that they separated out the girls at Telgar, it meant he couldn’t spend the waiting time chatting with Mylo and some of his other female friends. Clearly, the rules were made to thwart him personally. Whatever, he had friends among the male Candidates too, it’s just Mylo was his best friend and it sucked he couldn't Stand next to her.

Of course, of his male friends, Kordiavis wasn’t Standing with him either. Not that he could blame Kordiavis for having a preference about where he Impressed, even if he didn’t share it. It just meant another of his friends wasn’t standing with him. As consolation, however, Misharan noticed Kordiavis in the stands; it looked like Mylorah had convinced T’ryn to bring him after all! Misha waved excitedly at his friend, trying to catch his attention. He beamed when Kordi noticed him and couldn’t resist blowing the other Candidate a kiss and winking at him. Maybe he’d stay for the celebration afterward and he could hang out with both Kordi and Mylo. That would be such fun.

Still, no point in pining after good friends he couldn’t hang out with when there were plenty of decent friends he could hang out with on the Sands with him, and Misharan moved to join a small clump of Candidates who were having a hushed conversation about what they hoped a dragon they Impressed might be like.

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Written By: ZZZ Deceased
#13
Z’ia enjoyed Hatchings; not so much because he knew any of the Candidates (he didn’t) or because he cared who Impressed (he didn’t), but because he enjoyed the mayhem and the excitement. Z’ia was, above all else, an adrenaline junky and Hatchings were filled with high emotions. Add in the betting, and the bluerider was having a ball. The disastrous Hatching at Ista had added a lot more emphasis on the betting with who would and wouldn’t get mauled, and whether or not there would be any deaths in the group. The fact that Telgar didn’t let the girls stand for non-gold added in another high tier betting stake, and Z’ia had gotten most of the riders he socialised with (blues, browns and greens) in on the bets. While not everyone could or would attend the Hatching, Z’ia had proven Turns ago that as mischievous as he was, he was solid and reliable when it came to placing bets and collecting winnings.

As a result, Z’ia had found himself in Telgar along with quite the crowd for the evening Hatching, already going through his lists to work out who was in the winners circle when it came to picking a timeframe. Not many folks, honestly, since a good portion of the previous Hatchings had been at the crack of dawn, if not simply before lunchtime. Z’ia didn’t blame the babies, honestly. Better to get out of that egg and face the day head on than sleep in all day – not that sleeping in all day was a bad thing, sometimes it was just what a lazy bluerider needed!

Aveleth found them a nice spot to watch from, lying down tidily so he wouldn’t take up too much space, and humming along with everyone else, the sweet blue dragon’s eyes a happy glow of excitement and welcome. Hatchings were such a good thing, for the dragon population. Having come from the first clutch following the Plague, Aveleth had seen many clutches over the past Turns, though he didn’t remember most of them and Z’ia went out of his way to ‘lock away’ the memories of the more dramatic events. His sweet dragon didn’t need to relive the horrors the world could bring about.

Z’ia slid off Aveleth’s neck to relocate on his foreleg, smiling at his dragon as the blue cheerfully albeit shyly greeted those he knew, chipring a happy trill when he saw Halomirth was present. He liked the younger green; not as much as he liked Rilaleeyth, granted, but Rilaleeyth was special and he adored her like no other. The fact that she was no longer prowled by the brown Tyrrisath let Aveleth spend a lot more time with the sweet and eyecatching green, and he’d won every flight since their return North. As much as Z’ia could live without the constant threat of J’ver’s presence lingering on account of their socialising dragons, he appreciated how happy the other dragon made his own, and left well enough alone. They had a workable arrangement, and Z’ia was content with it.

As his dragon chatted with Halomirth, Z’ia’s gaze did a quick once over, easily spotting the reserved greenrider, and he flashed a bright and innocent smile when the other man looked in his direction, prompted either by Z’ia’s gaze or informed by his dragon – Z’ia didn’t care, frankly – and he laughed to himself when the greenrider quickly ignored him. Z’ia hadn’t been able to dig up much in the way of information on the man – he often forgot about that type of shit as soon as it was out of sight – but every time he crossed paths with the greenrider his curiosity was piqued once more. Maybe he could wring something out of J’ver?
Z’ia’s attention was distracted entirely by the appearance of two greenriders and a brownrider, who all wanted to put in some last minute bets, and he quickly sorted out his sheets of paper, adding their funds to his collection and their bets to his lists. Z’ia chatted cheerfully with them for a while, before they moved off to find their seats.



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Tala
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Written By: Zandelion
#14
When the humming indicating the eggs were going to hatch started up Tala realized how scared she actually was. The last time she’d Stood was for Nadioth’s Clutch, and that had been a nightmare for her. For the most part, Tala had managed to push the fears and memories aside, focusing on the present instead, but periodically they cropped up again. Now, apparently, they had decided to hit full force, and it took several moments before Tala realized she’d stopped breathing. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself, again trying to shove down the fear, Tala reminded herself it was worth it.

She very intently got dressed for the Hatching. Conveniently enough, she’d taken a bath earlier in the day and didn’t bother having another. It wasn’t disgustingly hot in Telgar, and was in fact reasonably cool, so she hadn’t already gotten gross and sweaty since the bath, so another one wasn’t needed. Instead Tala took her time getting changed, though putting on what was essentially and oversized pillowcase with holes cut in it didn’t exactly take very long. It actually took some effort to take more than about three seconds changing into the thing; Tala saw a few Candidates who got the pillowcase on in less. After that, she stalled by slowly brushing her hair. Twice. And then again. It was long enough now she had to put it back, which she very rarely did, and she managed to kill more time trying to tie it back neatly — her first few attempts kept coming out lopsided.

Then there was nothing left for her to do to prepare, and Tala headed to the Stands. She joined the small crowd of gold Candidates, a little too nervous to initiate a conversation with anyone. Instead, she just milled around the group, vaguely listening to whatever the nearest person was saying, and watching the periodic rocking of the eggs.

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Rhaedalyn
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21.05.709 AL, 36
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Written By: SunsetWay
#15
Rhaedalyn was beyond excited that she was finally able to attend a Hatching again that wasn't at Fort. It felt like a lifetime had passed since she was able to do anything outside of the Weyr until recently when she told R'nya she wanted to see the Ista island residents and injured riders after the fire. If her dragon wasn't Sands bound, then she herself had been pregnant and unable to go between. After she had given birth, R'nya still treated her as fragile and had a Healer back him up so she continued to stay put a couple of months more until she finally put her foot down that she was attending Telgar's Hatching. Of course Aradissicath had recently flown so she was grounded once more but there were other ways to get around. Xyreith could take them or she could ask one of the sweet blueriders Madiquel was friends with.

Naturally she asked the young girl to come with her, wanting her to see her friends whenever she could. Rhaedalyn was a bit hesitant at first when the idea came to her, not only because Madiquel was so good with her children that would stay at Fort, but because the poor dear had been at Ista's grisly Hatching. She'd worried about the affect that had on the girl but it seemed to make Madiquel more determined to help others and become a Healer. It was why she invited her along in the end, not wanting to coddle the budding young woman more than her father already did.

With Quinvalis also Standing in Telgar, Rhaedalyn had to leave her brood in the creche, something she rarely did thanks to the flexibility of her station and the helping hands of the young man and Madiquel. She didn't let that ruin her good mood as she passed them over and kissed them all good bye; there was a Hatching to get to! Rhaedalyn loved baby dragons and sometimes wished Aradissicath took to the sky more regularly so they would have more of their own, but once a turn was more than enough for her and the dragon's occasional mood swings.

By the time they landed in Telgar, Rhaedalyn worried that perhaps they had taken too long getting the girls ready and out the door, especially when she saw the large crowd already assembled. There was no activity other than Candidates milling about on the Sands, though, so she relaxed and kissed R'nya before he took off again to pick up Quinvalis' mother and sister. He was such a good man! She pointed Madiquel over to the reserved seating for Weyrleaders and Lords. Sometimes she preferred sitting with friends but with the stands filling up, she decided to go for the easy seating. "Go ahead and greet any friends, if you like. You can come join me after," she added when they got to the seats. She wanted Madiquel to know she was definitely invited to stay with her and where their seats were, but she was free to wander if she wanted.

"I see Quinvalis across the way. Oh, and there's T'ryn! He looks so nervous. I remember Dissi's first clutch and how my stomach churned. Mulrissa seems to be doing well, though." She liked the other goldrider, finding her easy to talk with and surprisingly Aradissicath didn't mind Bedith. But as her dragon pointed out, if they weren't rude and trying to take her Sands, then she didn't have issues with other golds. But poor T'ryn. She could tell he was excited and nervous and wished she could relay some advice to him from her own time out there, but she suspected he had been given enough from friends and his father. She smiled when she found R'nd sitting not too far away and how happy and proud he looked. That was a good family and she was happy she could call R'nd a friend. Oh, speaking of that, she looked around for T'bia, the other bluerider she absolutely adored, and smiled when she found him. He didn't see her but she knew where he was and hoped to catch him for a quick chat afterward. It'd been so long since they last spoke!

As she was settling back in her chair, a glimpse of familiar blue caught her eye and she gasped when she saw Aveleth. The sweetest dragon... bonded to the worst man. She didn't want to see him but Z'ia was sitting on Aveleth's leg so it was hard not to see the mess of curls. She knew the papers he held would be bets placed on the Hatching. D'hys said they both used to do it at Katila and Telgar as something to keep the boredom away but that he didn't keep it up after Fort and Ista opened. She quickly looked away before he saw her looking at him and focused on the eggs. She wasn't going to let his presence ruin her evening out!

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M'quel
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Written By: ThistleProse
#16
Madiquel was torn between extreme guilt about leaving her Papa for the day while she went galivanting off to see dragons hatch and friends Impress, and ridiculous giddy excitement! Granted, the last Hatching she’d attended had been a disaster, and when no invitation had been forthcoming to attend those that followed, Madiquel had been relieved. As terrible as it was, she was also relieved when she didn’t hear of any of her friends Impressing at those clutches, either. She really wanted them to get the dragons they desired, of course, but she wanted to be there to witness it!

Dressed in a gorgeous shin-length dress that her Papa had had commissioned for her when she told him Rhaedalyn invited her to go to the Hatching with her, Madiquel finally understood why the skirts had legs instead of being an actual skirt, and she delighted in the way it allowed her to mount Xyreith between the Weyrleaders that had essentially adopted her; not that she didn’t still live with and coddle her father as much as he did her, but pretty much the entirety of the rest of her time was spent with the family she’d melded into. She giggled and chatted with Rhaedalyn about the wonders of split skirts until R’nya warned them that they were about to take off, and then warned them just prior to the jump between.

Madiquel always held her breath in the darkness, and exhaled in relief when they reappeared, floating down through the Telgar sky towards the Weyr. When the big bronze landed, and R’nya had helped Rhaedalyn and Madiquel down, the girl thanked him like she always did, but surprised both of them by darting forward and giving him a quick hug before dashing off towards the Hatching Sands, waving animatedly when she spotted a familiar face. “Quin!” She called, dancing excitedly on the edge of the Sands while Rhaedalyn caught up with her. “Quin! Good luck!” She waved excitedly and bounced a couple more times, before dashing off after Rhaedalyn as the Weyrwoman lead the way towards their seats.

As Rhaedalyn pointed out people, Madiquel giggled as she looked towards T’ryn, hiding the soft sound behind a hand. She was doing her best to completely ignore the memory of events of the Hatching at Ista, and honestly, Madiquel had never followed gossip or dragon bloodlines enough to know that the Sire of this clutch was a clutchmate of the last one’s Sire. Besides, the last two Hatchings hadn’t been anything overly exciting, she had been told, so why would this one be any different? The disastrous one was most likely a fluke. An unfortunate, horrible, awful fluke.

Clover flittered out of between then, and squeaked a cheerful greeting to her bonded and Rhaedalyn, before handing over the note she had from A’tay. Madiquel took it eagerly, and grinned brightly at the demand for a play-by-play of the Hatching, since her bronzeriding best friend obviously couldn’t attend. Setting the note into the little bag she’d brought, Madiquel pulled out a small stack of letter paper, and a charcoal stick. She preferred to write with ink, but it just wasn’t as functional to take on trips. She quickly scribbled a quick note, letting A’tay know they were seated and she’d send Clover with another note as soon as the first babies finished Hatching!

She also scribbled a picture of T’ryn chewing on his fingers, emphasised and comical in its unrealistic proportions and dramatizations of his emotions. Madiquel wasn’t good at doing realistic drawings, but she’d developed quite the skill at drawing comical pictures and she giggled as she finished it, showing it to Rhaedalyn with a teasing expression on her face before she sent it off with Clover to T’ryn’s brother.

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T'bia
of Blue Jycenth

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Written By: ThistleProse
#17
T’bia giggled breathlessly as M’dox made his move on the boardgame sitting between them, amused by the quip the brownrider had made just before. Beside T’bia’s knee, a half-filled glass of juice was currently forgotten. Off to the side, a pile of plates and cutlery and what few crumbs were left from the dinner. Since their reconnection almost a month ago, T’bia had thrown himself into the relationship that was budding from the friendship he had with the brownrider, making sure he visited M’dox several times a week. When T’bia couldn’t visit, he often invited M’dox or had Jycenth relay messages to Riquarth.

The now constant flow of communications between them brought a glowing confidence to the young bluerider and left him looking perpetually delighted with everything going on around him. T’bia had first stayed the night about a week after their declarations of love; it had been an accident, with the pair of them falling asleep on M’dox’s bed while they were chatting. Fully clothed, completely innocent, but it had started a trend of their occasionally staying over at the other’s. It wasn’t like they didn’t live a couple of halls away, but considering both of their friendless childhoods, it wouldn’t be surprising to anyone that knew either of them (which most people didn’t, honestly) that they were diving into the fun parts of a friendship – hanging out, sleepovers, sharing secrets and stories.

Leaning forward to move his own piece, the dice skittering across the floor, T’bia was interrupted by Jycenth’s excited trill, followed by the growing hum of dragons announcing the impending Hatching. T’bia’s eyes widened in excitement and he forgot all about his turn to move his piece, scrambling to find his feet and help haul his friend to his. “I gotta bathe!” He might not be a candidate, but T’bia wasn’t about to go and welcome the dragonets to the world while he was dirty! Even if the only grime was from sitting on the floor, since he’d bathed that morning. Jycenth trilled in amusement as T’bia pressed a quick kiss to M’dox’s lips before he bolted out of the weyr, tripping over his own feet as he darted back to his weyr, throwing clothes around before he settled on what he wanted to change into, and quickly went to fine a spare tub of water.

Clean and pleased with his appearance, even if his hair was damp and towel-mussed, T’bia found his way to Jycenth and the pair made their way to the Sands, joining Riquarth and M’dox. Respecting his friend’s modesty, T’bia didn’t kiss the brownrider when he launched himself at him in excited anticipation of the Hatching, clinging to his friend dramatically as he chittered animatedly about the upcoming babies, and quizzing M’dox on anyone he might know of on the Sands, and what colour he thought would Hatch first; T’bia was betting on green – they were just so much more common than the other colours! – but he hoped it was a bronze, and did M’dox know that was supposed to be a lucky sign for the clutch?

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F'drel
of Green Halomirth

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Written By: Zandelion
#18
F’drel had no personal interest in Hatchings — he already had Miri, and he didn’t exactly have Candidate friends to go support, so why bother? — but Halomirth absolutely loved them. She always wanted to go see the new babies, to hum along excitedly with the rest of the dragons, to be surrounded by everyone and all the excitement. Which was near opposite what F’drel wanted to do, but he couldn’t say no to Miri. Hatchings weren’t awful, he just wouldn’t go if he didn’t have to.

And of course, now he had someone else wanting him to go to Hatchings. R’dal had mentioned that he was going the other day and given him one of those expectant looks where F’drel could tell he was asking if F’drel was going to be there. He hadn’t begged, but he’d basically said if F’drel went they could sit together. Which would at least mean some random other rider was less likely to sit next to him and try to get friendly.

Miri had insisted they head to Telgar as soon as she got the news the eggs were hatching, though F’drel had dawdled long enough to pack some snacks and a blanket. It was late, and the Hatching would likely last until much later, and wasn’t it colder in Telgar? Best to have it just in case.

Even with F’drel’s procrastinating, they still got there plenty early, and Miri easily found a good spot to watch from. She didn’t see Edath yet, but there was enough room next to her if he wanted to join when the blue pair arrived. There were a few other dragons she liked around though, and she happily sent them all greetings, then started watching the lightly rocking eggs excitedly. She was brought out of her absorption with the eggs when Aveleth arrived and called out to her. The blue got an enthusiastic trill in greeting, and Halomirth swiveled her head to look at him, absolutely delighted when he continued to chat with her. Aveleth was just so nice and Miri liked him a whole lot.

F’drel looked up at the increased intensity in Halomirth’s emotions, and noticed Z’ia looking at him. Immediately F’drel looked away, not wanting to give the bluerider the impression he was allowed to come over and visit. Their whole first meeting, if it could be called that, had deeply unsettled F’drel, even if the bluerider hadn’t really done anything to him — though F’drel was convinced that statement needed a ‘yet’ at the end. Fucking blueriders. Grumbling to himself F’drel leaned back more solidly into Halomirth, settling in to wait for the Hatching to begin proper and hide from overly inquisitive blueriders.

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Written By: Zandelion
#19
Verec had been eating dinner in his office when the Healer's Hall got the message the dragon eggs at Telgar Weyr were hatching. The Healers attending were picked out in advance and would get ready to go as soon as the announcement had been made, though considering the message came with several dragons ready to carry the Healers to the Weyr, most of them probably already knew. Still, it was Verec's job to make sure everyone was doing their job, so he put aside the last of his food to track down all the Healers who had been assigned to Hatchings.

His recent rule that Healers could only attend at Hatchings if they were thirty turns or older — in theory reducing the chance a dragonet would want them — meant the makeup of the Hatching team had changed in recent months. The rule didn’t hurt the dragonriders any, it just gave them more experienced Healers, and Verec even assigned himself to attend. Not because he wanted to go, mind, but Verec knew he was among the most experienced in emergency aid, and that’s what was really most needed at an event where the main risk was a baby dragon mauling people.

He still didn’t like it though.

Once all the Healers going with him were rounded up, Verec nodded at the brownrider who seemed to be in charge of picking up the Healers, and accepted the man’s help in getting onto the brown dragon. Betweening was a decidedly unpleasant experience, but being able to cross the continent in seconds was worth it. He didn’t like dragonriders, but Verec would admit they had uses, especially when they were uses that could save lives. When they arrived at the Hatching Sands, Verec headed over to the man he recognized as the Telgar Weyrleader to inform him the Healers were there. He couldn’t remember the man’s name, but whatever, he would just use the man’s title and get away with it. After that, he returned to the other Healers to make sure they were all prepared for whatever nonsense was about to go down.

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Mulrissa
of Gold Bedith

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Written By: Zandelion
#20
In some ways, Mulrissa felt she had done this many times. She remembered the way the stands gradually filled, the way the Candidates were herded onto the Sands, she’d seen it before. Even so this Hatching was undeniably different. For one, she was both a lot more excited and more nervous. On Bedith’s behalf, on her own, for her children who were Standing. Bedith was going to have so many amazing children! And maybe her own children would Impress one of them. But she also worried about something going wrong. What if someone got hurt? What if her children got hurt? Rissa sighed, gently tossing her hair behind her shoulder as she watched more people file in. It was happening no matter what, so no use worrying.

She smiled at T’ryn when he arrived, returning his greeting and sliding down Bedith’s leg to give him a one-armed hug. The young bronzerider seemed a bit jittery, and though he wasn’t doing terribly at covering it up anyone who had spoken to him more than twice would know he was stressing. Rissa understood the feeling, and she wanted to help him calm down if possible.

“It is a nicer time of day, but watch them take all night. I might fall asleep and fall off Bedith, and wouldn’t that be horribly embarrassing?” She laughed lightly, giving T’ryn a pat on the shoulder before stepping back to lean against Bedith again. More people stopped by to say hello to her and T’ryn, some waving from the stands. Rissa could make out her sister in the stands, and eventually she spotted her children walk onto the Sands. She waved to both of them, beaming at them both. Chalris waved back, and Ginorra looked as if she wanted to pretend she didn’t know Mulrissa, but she did eventually give a small wave before turning away to speak to some friends. Teenagers, honestly.

8:56

Almost two hours after Mulrissa had realized the eggs were hatching, everyone there for the Hatching held their breath as some of the eggs started rocking more wildly. A small cluster towards the far side of the Clutch from Bedith seemed to all want to hatch together, three of the eggs all moving rather aggressively. A foot broke through one shell at nearly the same moment  a tail smashed through the shell of another, and the Eloquence green fell out of her egg as the rest of her body followed momentum of her tail. She stumbled as she tried to get to her feet, bumping gently against her neighbor, who by now had escaped his egg with less drama than his sister. Scorn bronze shoved Eloquence with his shoulder, sending her tumbling to the ground again with a squeal. Apparently chagrined, Scorn helped nudge her back to her feet before turning and trotting directly to a young man nearby, bumping him much the same way he’d shouldered his sister. Eloquence stared after him, wide-eyed, before whirling around and dashing to the far side of the sands, skidding into a younger boy who was hanging back nervously and chirping at him delightedly.

Rissa smiled, a good deal of the tension of the Hatching gone as it was confirmed the eggs were indeed hatching and Impressing. And what cute dragonets they were, acting so much like siblings already. She could absolutely recall her own children doing similar things when they were younger. Bedith, for her part, was rather smug; already a bronze had hatched. Mulrissa gave the gold’s leg a pat, amused at how pleased the dragon was, but also feeling some of the pride as well.

The third dragonet from the eager group of eggs finally broke through their shell, and Eternity scrambled free, dancing through a nearby group of Candidates, getting close to each one before twirling away, until she found the right one, twining herself around his legs and almost knocking him over.

9:17

After a few minutes of stillness, another dragonet decided to reveal themself, as the Fortune green toppled from her egg. She sniffed around in a circle, investigating each direction before picking one and stumbling that way. Sitting in front of one Candidate, Fortune tilted her head at him curiously, before standing up and walking to a boy standing a few feet behind the first one, crooning and pressing her nose into his stomach.

As Fortune Impressed, two eggs on opposite sides of the Clutch started moving more violently. Conscience blue emerged first, cautiously creeping from his egg and looking around hesitantly, clearly nervous about how big the world was. Before Conscience could get up the courage to move farther from his egg, Infinity flopped out of her egg, landing in the sand on her back. With a huff she lolled around for a moment, tongue hanging out, before she stood and shook herself off. Dreamily gazing about she meandered over to a circle of Candidates before flopping down in the middle of them. They all stared at her, breath held, until she lifted her head up to stare directly at a young man and croon at him.

Conscience still hovered around his egg, fear not having abated, but not for long. A nearby egg toppled over and rolled toward him, the dragonet inside spilling out on top of him. With a shriek, Conscience jumped several feet in the air before dashing to the far side of the sides, hiding behind a young man’s legs and whimpering. At least he knew his bonded would protect him. Staring blankly after her brother, Wondrous shook herself off before wobbling away to Impress.

9:24

Mulrissa almost missed Breath’s hatching, as he slipped from his egg almost silently, and only walked a few paces before planting himself next to a tall young man who seemed very surprised to see him. She shook her head with a laugh glad she hadn’t missed the pale blue hatchling. That would have thrown her count off, and she’d have scared herself when there wasn’t the right amount of eggs left. Bedith huffed at her rider’s odd concerns, electing to ignore them in favor of watching the first of her children eating their first meals. She knew exactly how many eggs were left, her rider needed only to ask.


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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#21
T'ryn kept forcing out smiles and doing his best to chit chat with everyone that came over and he even thanked them for any advice they had, whether he heard it or not. R'nd offering him support was what stuck with him, even years after blurting out he was the bluerider's son, he was still touched by R'nd trying his hardest to be a good dad and show support in any way he could. He found he kept stealing glances at his dad, finding the comfort and calming affect that R'nd said would come with the distraction. He also found distraction in the way N'mor was with Z'rin and the young girl sitting with them--Z'rin's daughter? He didn't know enough about the bluerider to be certain. But he liked seeing N'mor so happy and relaxed. It still hurt if he thought about them too much, the way he turned his best friend down despite wanting to be with him, but he wasn't ready to try a relationship again and wouldn't make N'mor suffer while he figured everything out. So it hurt, but he was glad he did it as well as he watched them interact.

All the distractions he had given himself had worked to calm his nerves; until the first egg started cracking. He held his breath, convinced everyone else was doing the same with how it suddenly seemed so quiet except for the loud cracking of shells. When the occupant finally revealed itself, T'ryn exhaled and smiled at the little green. He couldn't remember what hatched first at N'mor's first clutch and he knew it was bad luck if a green came first instead of a bronze, but he didn't care. She was so perfect and adorable! A bronze was quick to follow her to freedom and T'ryn felt that was close enough to the superstition and he'd take it.

By the time the excitement seemed to settle from the flurry of the first eggs hatching, T'ryn was smiling, pleased that it was going smoothly. He also hadn't missed that five of the eight happy dragonets were green. They were always the dominant colour in every clutch--especially the one that Aradissicath came from, but at least there had been a bronze and two blues so he knew it wouldn't be an entire clutch of green and a gold.

Of course not. I am very even-tempered and balanced in everything that I do. I expect even the colours of my offspring to be balanced appropriately. Syrendryth said that in such a matter-of-fact tone that T'ryn couldn't help but laugh, doing his best to hide it behind his hands so people didn't think he was being rude or going crazy. But one look at him staring up at his dragon would show it was a private conversation that startled him.

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D'lyne
of Green Tybalith

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Written By: Jenn
#22
Daelyne stood waiting. And waiting. And waiting for the eggs to finally crack shell. She was checking the dirt under her fingernails and flicking some away when a stillness entered the air. Flinging her braid back, she watched a green break away first. For the best, no matter what the superstitions said, greens were by far better than anything else. The only thing the truly lacked was stamina because of their size. They were faster, quicker and in her opinion more clever even than a gold. A much better color. A bronze followed so closely behind the green, Dae couldn't actually tell if the green had come first but who care really? Only the stuffy old shits in the stands.

Willing the little green her way did no good as Daelyne watched her make her impression. Ah well. Better luck next time. The bronze found his boy and four more greens and a blue made their appearances. All made good impressions much to her chagrin. It would make the stuffed shirts happy to know these particular greens and blues were more proper in their life mates. She fought not to roll her eyes at the thought. She was still a mind that there was nothing wrong with a girl impressing a green. Not all of them were the prissy, hissy bitches gold riders were. She did have to admit that there were a few, Ameris and Casa being two, that broke the mold for the girl when it came to goldriders.

She sighed and turned back to watch the rest of the hatching. Maybe she could sidle on over closer to Tala. Give her something to do besides stand around for another two hours. Sticking a finger inside her braid, Dae scratched at the sweat that was beginning to form along her hairline. She should have cut her hair for this event. A nice soft crop or something. She shooed Pixie away when the green flipped out of between. "Go on now," she hissed quietly, "watch from the stands silly git." The green chittered and spun away, the girl shaking her head as she watched. The firelizard was a moron but Daelyne loved her anyway.

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V'lia
of Green Tiath

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Written By: SunsetWay
#23
So many greens! It didn’t matter to Vessaelia that green was first or dominated, like they so often did anyway, because she was only there for the gold. She was happy everyone was finding their mates, of course! She would never wish something bad on dragon or human but she was there for the gold and to hopefully be chosen amongst the wide variety of women. That thought made her scope out the competition again. She’d done that at every lesson or get together they had since all being assembled for the Hatching and still she didn’t know what to think of everyone and if she was horrible for essentially ranking them in terms of what she felt was the perfect goldrider.

She really wasn’t a conceited sort of person but not many ranked above herself, which was placed near the top of course. Some of the girls were too brash, some too much of a tomboy, some probably not smart enough to learn the job, some too weak in mind and spirit to handle the pressure. Okay, she was horrible. She had decided some of the girls weren’t smart or even pretty enough for the role of goldrider and she chided herself for doing that. That was far too mean-spirited for her usual thoughts and for each one she had thought such things about, she mentally complimented them as she sought them out with her gaze. They were pretty, they were clever, or they had unique quirks that made them stand out. Any one of them could make the little gold dragonet happy.

But she still wanted to bond to her.

She hadn’t Stood in three turns and desperately wanted to Impress now. She worked so hard to show the Weyr she was useful and perfect to how they viewed what the woman should be like as well. Oh please, please, please hatch soon and pick me! She chanted the wish over and over, side stepping away from the group a little bit so she could get a better view on the golden egg. Did it seem like it had larger cracks in it than before? Any moment now and they would see the darling girl and she’d come bounding toward their group…

Oh please, please, please pick me.

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M'dox
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Written By: Zandelion
#24
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.

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Mulrissa
of Gold Bedith

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Written By: Zandelion
#25
9:53

The next sign of a new dragonet came in the form of a blue foot sticking out the side of an egg in the center of the Clutch. The foot wiggled around, but the dragonet inside seemed unable to break out just yet. Instead, another egg nearby broke open first, revealing the Virtue blue, who curiously went up to sniff at the foot sticking from his neighbor egg. A muffled squeak came from inside the egg and Virtue perked up at the nose, excitedly nosing his brother’s egg. In his excitement, Virtue knocked the egg over, which provided the necessary assistance to allow Frailty to break the rest of the way out of his egg. He gave his helpful brother an affectionate nuzzle before they parted ways, headed to different ends of the Sands before both Impressed weyrborn boys. Mulrissa smiled at the interaction, hoping the two might remain friends as they grew up.

10:22

The next dragonet to hatch practically oozed out of the egg, lying for a moment in the sand before the Sleep green decided she was ready to get up, stretching languidly with an enormous yawn as she stumbled off to crash into a young man nearby, purring as she pressed into his legs.

Two eggs right next to each other start cracking more heavily, and it wasn’t long before the shells split, and Mystery and Brevity fall out of their eggs. Brevity shook herself off, and a large chunk of eggshell dislodged from her forehead before Brevity was tumbling over, surprising herself with the force of her own shaking. Eyes wide as she scrambled to her feet, Brevity looked around her, before she froze when she saw Mystery in front of her, the shaken off piece of Brevity’s shell sticking to Mystery’s nose.

Mystery did not at all like this turn of events, and with an angry screech launched herself at her sister, bowling the other green over as she loudly berated her with more screeches. The two greens stayed locked together, claws out, for a few long moments and Mulrissa gasped in concern, not wanting either green to hurt the other, before Brevity managed to escape with a shriek, bolting away from her sister as fast as her untested legs would take her. She fled towards the gold egg, rounding it as the girls waiting for the gold to hatch tried to get out of her way, some of them stumbling in the sand.

Mystery barreled after her, intent on continuing to show Brevity how poor of a decision she had made in getting eggshell on Mystery’s face, when she stopped in her tracks. She coo'ed quietly, tilting her head as she inspects some of the girls, before finally singling one out and approaching her. Brevity, already a number of lengths away, looks back, shocked at her good fortune as Mystery was distracted, and dramatically flopped to the ground, already tired from the effort of breaking through her egg and fleeing from Mystery. She held a wing out, showing the boy next to her a scratch on her wing, chirping piteously, and he promised he’d take care of it for her right away.

’Well, look at that,’ Rissa thought to Bedith, watching the girl who had Impressed a fighting dragon, ’You have a bit of a rebel for a daughter.’ Bedith snorted at her. She picked the one who was right for her. Nothing unusual about that/ Mulrissa raised an eyebrow and glanced up at her dragon. ’And here I had you pegged as a traditionalist, Bedith.’ The gold tossed her great head, watching the two greens heading over to the side for food and a bath, Brevity carefully avoiding her more aggressive sister. I am full of surprises, she huffed.

10:48

When another egg broke open, it revealed a hunched up little green. Method seethed quietly for a moment, though what the just hatched dragonet could possibly be angry about was beyond Rissa. Movements stiff with barely controlled emotion, Method stalked across the Sands, slashing crossly at a Candidate she felt was too close to her. Suddenly afraid of the moody green, the young man backed off, cradling his bleeding arm against his chest. One of the Healer’s headed over to him, as Method haughtily sat down next to a Candidate nearby.

In the commotion, Silence had hatched. The little green watched the Healer inspect the hurt Candidate’s arm, head tilting from side to side. She approached to sniff at the Healer, who she felt smelled funny, before dismissing the pair with a flick of her tail and trotting past them to Impress. Mulrissa sighed in relief; from what she could see from this distance, the wound didn’t seem too dangerous, and the Candidate who’d been clawed seemed like he was determined to keep Standing. The Healer argued with him a moment before shaking his head and returning to the sidelines. Rissa couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his frustration. Very little kept the Candidates from trying to Impress.


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Written By: SunsetWay
#26
When the blue firelizard appeared with a note, Quilriana was somewhat worried. It wasn't one of the usual ones that came with notes from her son updating her on his life in the Weyr so it was with a cautious hand that she accepted the paper. Relief flooded through her as she read the short note in R'nya's hand that the Hatching was about to begin and he would be by in an hour to pick her and Quilista up.

Excitement coursed through her and she quickly got her daughter into a bath, threatening the young girl that she would be left behind if she didn't bathe and if she took too long. She didn't want to embarrass Quinvalis by showing up dirty and shabby! It could be his big day. She was so happy R'nya convinced him to try Standing at Telgar, though she knew the boy wanted to stay at Fort near his favourite bronzerider. The chance to have him so close again was wonderful, especially if he Impressed. She knew he could transfer out eventually but she'd have her baby within a decent travel distance once more and that made her happy.

When R'nya arrived, both women were dressed and Quilriana had a bag of items she wanted to pass along to Quinvalis when the Hatching was over. Depending on how it went, a couple of items would be gifts to celebrate, but if he didn't Impress, she'd keep the one for later and pass the other over as simply a gift to show she missed him. He offered to find them a good spot, one close to where he was sitting with Rhaedalyn, but Quilriana declined. He might be a clueless man that didn't see an issue with having two lovers --and as the other woman, it didn't bother her either-- but from all his stories over the years, she knew Rhaedalyn was an intelligent girl that would eventually catch on if too much favourtism was shown and she didn't want the sweet girl upset.

She waved at her son and he smiled at her and even his sister. She was so proud of him! He looked miserable out there though, no matter how bright the smile when he saw his family, R'nya, and Madiquel. The girl really was a ray of sunshine and Quilriana was happy Quinvalis had her in his life.

When the eggs started hatching, Quilriana paid careful attention to every dragonet that went in the direction of where Quinvalis was, both excited he'd find his mate, but also worried there would be an injury. When an injury finally did happen, she gasped and held Quilista close. It didn't seem too bad, but the boy had been standing near her son and it was almost too close for comfort. Quinvalis seemed a little shaken by the event but he held his ground and she smiled her encouragement at him when his gaze sought her out again.

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D'lyne
of Green Tybalith

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17.06.720,
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Trim
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Written By: Jenn
#27
Another blue and some greens, not at all that little golden egg, but Daelyne didn't care. Green was where it was at. Nothing would do for her. She just had to believe it enough for it to come true. Didn't she? She chuckled quietly when a piece of egg shell got stuck to one of the green's nose. That green was stunning in her color, a green that was hissing mad at her sister. Daelyne laughed as she shot towards her sister. She watched with amusement as the greens tussled back and forth, a little concern crinkling her brow as ichor flew and the green screeched loudly. Silly little things. She liked a dragon with spunk though and she watched the show.

When one of the dragonets launched herself towards the girls, intent on hiding behind the gold egg, Daelyne tensed with the sudden pressure of those babies being near her. Here could be her chance, the chance she'd been waiting for her entire life. Well not her entire life but it was close enough. The eye splitting green, brilliant in her shade, stopped dead in her tracks and Daelyne could feel the bombardment of her mind against her own.

Tybalith

Rainbows and colors and a whole other mind. Daelyne was silent for the first time in her life, a little bit of weakness showing as a tear quickly dashed from her cheek sprouted from her mind. "Tybalith," she breathed and reached out for that bright, bright green. Tybalith curled into the girl as Daelyne lead her away amidst the shocks and gasps. Stuck it right in their craw she did. Stuffy old Telgar, didn't think they'd have a girl impressing a green. Well Dae showed them. They are staring the green told her new rider with a tiny little growl to her voice and a wrinkle to her snout. "Let them stare," Daelyne said with a sneer of her own, "They don't understand greatness when they see it."

She stomped away with that little green dragon following beside her, Daelyne could already feel the love and adoration building inside her for this creature. It was different than they love she had for her daughter and different than the affection she had for Pixie. Pixie who popped out of between to settle firmly on the edge of the bucket to watch the happenings of this big firelizard. They still stare, Tybalith told her again. "So stare back." And the dragonet did. She stared with a sneer curling her snout and a challenging roar erupting from her maw. A squeaky, challenging roar, but a roar nonetheless. Daelyne laughed and laughed as she fed her dragon.

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R'dare
of Blue Kadaisicalth

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19.11.721, 23
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6'0
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Brown
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Fit
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Written By: SunsetWay
#28
R’dare never missed a Hatching if he had a say in the matter. Sometimes duty came first like playing ferry or being dubbed the lucky one who got to lend a hand in the crèche while everyone else got to go have fun. But he didn’t miss Telgar’s. He got there in the middle of the pack, but it was still early enough to claim some good seats for him and a few friends that were coming. They still had some fellow Katila ‘brats to cheer on! Of course they had made friends with various other Candidates and R’dare waved to some of them as they trickled in, but it’d never be like the bond they had from Katila.

Or the bond forged when you were having casual sex with someone.

He saw Daelyne enter with the other girls but they were a bit too far away to really try to wave her down, not that she’d really care if he did or not. She wasn’t the clingy sort and he appreciated that. They had fun together when they felt like it but nothing was tying them together. He did give Casa a little head nod in greeting when he caught her eye and then did his best to casually look away back out at the Candidates. Why did he greet her? He hadn’t really spent much time with her since the camping trip, definitely not alone, though he had gotten over the shock of what he had done, with whom, and how many that night.

He needed to stop thinking about the gorgeous blondes in his life and what he’d like to do with them and focus on the eggs that were finally about to give them a show. He was happy it was much calmer than some of the others in recent memory, especially since he saw the back of Madiquel’s head, sitting with the Fort leaders. She didn’t need to see carnage again and he wasn’t really a fan of it either. When someone was finally mauled, it didn’t bother him too much, knowing that was par for the course, though he did wince at the initial reveal and breathed a sigh of relief when the Candidate seemed fine.

When a couple of fighting greens stole centre stage, R’dare watched them with fascination. What type of man would bond to them? What were the dragons like? Would Kadaisicalth befriend them or want to chase them when they were older? When they headed for the girls, R’dare chuckled at the squeals that came from many of them and then fell instantly silent when the spunky green and Daelyne seemed to have a moment.

Did she…

She did!

As they made it clear they were mated, R’dare was on his feet and giving a whoop of cheer, likely startling those near him and maybe even some on the Sands. He didn’t know, he was watching a friend walk off with her dragon. A Green! At Telgar! He wanted to laugh at the attitude both woman and dragonet were giving off, knowing it had to rub many the wrong way, but he never cared who was on what colour. Another dragon had joined their ranks and lived because of Daelyne so they could all shove it.

“Get it, girl! I knew you’d do it!” R’dare was happy for her and as soon as he could, he’d congratulate her more in person than screaming it across the Sands. He was sitting back down, still smiling at her happiness when realisation struck.

No more sex with Daelyne until the little green was ready to share again.

Well, shit.

He cast a sideways glance at Casa and wondered if she’d still be interested in playing with a lowly bluerider. Maybe he’d catch up with her after the Hatching and re-establish communications.

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V'lia
of Green Tiath

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19.09.718, 26
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Written By: SunsetWay
#29
Vessaelia squealed. She could admit it, and she would if anyone accused her of doing it. How could she not? She had two green dragonets coming towards and not only was she panicking that one might be for her, they had been fighting and one of them still didn’t look happy. She didn’t want to be mauled, killed, or eaten by a crazed dragon! Every instinct in her told her to run away but fear held her in place as much as her training that running would only anger a beast more and they would likely run faster than her as well.

When one of the greens actually did come near her, Vessaelia was on the verge of tears and possibly passing out. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Fainting at a Hatching and being dragged off by Healers and then not be allowed to return, assuming she hadn’t already missed the gold hatching. She made herself look at the creature and decided it was cute. Maybe. She needed a bath to really tell but green and gold were very different colours and Vessaelia realised that while emeralds could be lovely paired with a band of gold, green just wasn’t as nice on its own.

She finally started breathing again when the greens moved on, with one of them actually Impressing to a girl. Oh dear, that was going to cause some issues, wasn’t it? She was pleased the little green found her mate, and that the mate was still alive –she didn’t go to Ista but heard that was a horrible thing to watch—but those in charge were probably having conniptions right now. Vessaelia was glad she wasn’t the one that Impressed to a green. Daelyne was already going to have a rough go as a greenrider but add in that she was a female rider and it would probably get ugly sometimes. At least she had Indivara as her Weyrlingmaster. Indivara would guide her through it all without issue.

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Tala
of Green Niath

Date of Birth
27.08.716,
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5'4"
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Light blue
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Tala has wavy light brown hair that she keeps cut above the shoulder. It lightens significantly in the summer and sun. It curls more strongly in the humidity.

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Written By: Zandelion
#30
Every time a green hatched Tala quietly hoped it would toddle over towards the girls and pick one of them. She wasn’t against Impressing gold herself, but why limit her options? Greens were lovely little things, and she’d been raised by a female bluerider, so she had no doubts women belonged on fighting dragons.

Of course, when dragonets finally did come over by the gold egg, it was as part of a fight. Tala’s heart beat faster, and she couldn’t tell which emotion was stronger — her excitement, or her fear. What if someone got hurt? But no one got hurt. The pursuing green, the one with the bright whitish splotch, halted her chase as she investigated the girls. She felt the greens focus on her, intense and considering, before it passed her over and landed on Daelyne.

“Oh,” Tala gasped excitedly, clapping her hands together as Daelyne hugged the dragonet, “congratulations!” She couldn’t think of a better girl to get the spunky green, and she absolutely beamed at the pair as they walked off. When the Hatching was over, Tala absolutely had to go congratulate her properly. Well, maybe not properly properly, the dragonet — Tybalith? Had she heard that right? — would probably object to that, but she definitely deserved at least a hug.

The delight at Daelyne’s Impression was briefly dashed when a Candidate was injured, and Tala could swear her heart stopped for a moment. But it was fine, the injury was minor, and the green Impressed without further issue. The boy didn’t even leave the Sands. It was fine, everything was fine, she was fine.

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