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Month 07, 742 AL
Mid Summer


Benden: 32 C to 39 C
Fort: 15 C to 26 C
Ista: 37 C to 46 C
Telgar: 15 C to 26 C

Benden is hit with a heavy heatwave in the last week of Month Six, and first week of Month Seven, which carries through to the end of the month. Their weather will begin to cool in the last week of the month, dropping to the low 30s.

Ista Isle is amused by the weaklings of Benden, but at least their heat is dry. Benden is muggy and riddled with heavy thunderstorms and downpours.

Month 06, 742 AL
Early Summer


Benden: 14 C to 21 C
Fort: 7 C to 13 C
Ista: 33 C to 42 C
Telgar: 7 C to 13 C

Month 05, 742 AL
Late Spring


Benden: 10 C to 17 C
Fort: 5 C to 12 C
Ista: 27 C to 35 C
Telgar: 5 C to 12 C

Month 04, 742 AL
Mid Spring


Benden: 8 C to 15 C
Fort: 2 C to 9 C
Ista: 19 C to 30 C
Telgar: 2 C to 9 C

Month 03, 742 AL
Early Spring


Benden: 6 C to 13 C
Fort: 0 C to 7 C
Ista: 17 C to 28 C
Telgar: 0 C to 7 C

Month 02, 742 AL
Late Winter


Benden: 4 C to 10 C
Fort: −3 C to 3 C
Ista: 14 C to 26 C
Telgar: −3 C to 3 C

Month 01, 742 AL
Mid Winter


Benden: −2 C to 6 C
Fort: −6.7 C to −0.7 C
Ista: 12 C to 21 C
Telgar: −6.7 C to −0.7 C

Month 05, 741 AL

North: Late Spring | South: Late Autumn
9.9 C to 18.4 C | 13.7 C to 24.5 C

Ista is heating up swiftly, and preparing for a rough summer - hopefully nothing like the one from a couple turns before with the wildfires! The rest of Northern Pern is warming upsomewhat slower, but with no less gusto as summer begins to creep into the sky, keeping the sun awake longer, warming the ledges of the weyrs. Rainstorms are sporadic, but keep the world well watered, despite the heat of the days.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 12, 740 AL

Fort Boundaries:
Winter -3 - 2 C | 26 - 35 F
Fort is already home to snowfalls, though early in the month they fade away when the sun rises. As the month progresses, more snow stays on the ground, ending up with several feet of snow before the month is over. The areas around homes and populations has the snow shoveled away or trodden down. Icicles attached to Weyr ledges prove some danger and are routinely removed.

Ista Boundaries:
Winter, 9 - 21 C | 48 - 69 F
Generally warm enough to go about without a jacket on, Ista has low humidity but high chance of rain, generally in the form of vicious afternoon thunderstorms. The storms wash away any bite of heat the day had, and leave it feeling fresh for the night. The days are short, but grow bright quickly and the afternoons seem to be particularly short when heavy thunderstorms roll in and cover the sky.

Telgar Boundaries:
Winter, -5 - 0 C | 23 - 32 F
Bitterly cold, with icy winds constantly flowing down from the mountains. Freezing rain is almost constant; the sky always a murky grey and the ground slippery with slushy refrozen ice. The days are extremely short, with the nights dropping a good number below the daily average. Icicles attached to Weyr ledges prove a major danger, and are checked upon every day, with anything bigger than a fist being removed.


Month 07, 740 AL

Fort Boundaries:
Summer 27 - 38 C | 80 - 100 F
Light breezes down from the mountains tot he North keep the temperature comfortable, even when the sun can bake an egg on the edge of a weyr. Sunburn is common.

Ista Boundaries:
Summer, 34 - 43 C | 93 - 110 F
A very dry, dusty heat. Little to no rain, causing more than some to worry about the drought not breaking and the rest of the Isle being at risk of fires. Many seek the depths of weyr, hold or hall during the midday and early afternoon heat.

Telgar Boundaries:
Summer, 26 - 35 C | 79 - 95 F
Muggy, sticky and generally just plain humid. Thunder storms are regular occurances, often happening in the early afternoon or evening, with heavy rainfall before drying off sometime in the night. Mornings are usually crisp, but warm up swiftly.


Month 06, 740 AL

Fort Boundaries: Season, Low to High
Ista Boundaries: Season, Low to High
Telgar Boundaries: Season, Low to High

[[Update slowly in progress because ThistleProse is a slackarse :3 lmao ]]

Month 04, 740 AL
North: Early Spring | South: Early Autumn
−1.9 C to 4.7 C | 20.0 C to 29.0


Spring has sprung, with the snow slowly melting in much of the North, creating mushy grounds and greyish, icy snow piles that are doing their best to melt. In comparison, Ista finds itself naturally warmer, (~10C / 50) and many people who can find rides are making their way to the Island to spend some time in warmth and sunshine, away from the lingering touch of winter.

Katila is beginning to cool down to more reasonable temperature, but is no less muggy and uncomfortable to those who are not used to the seasons. It is still a good place to escape to when seeking a warm day or a nice swim at the lake, though.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 03, 740 AL
North: Early Spring | South: Early Autumn
−1.9 C to 4.7 C | 20.0 C to 29.0


Spring has sprung, with the snow slowly melting in much of the North, creating mushy grounds and greyish, icy snow piles that are doing their best to melt. In comparison, Ista finds itself naturally warmer, (~10C / 50) and many people who can find rides are making their way to the Island to spend some time in warmth and sunshine, away from the lingering touch of winter.

Katila is beginning to cool down to more reasonable temperature, but is no less muggy and uncomfortable to those who are not used to the seasons. It is still a good place to escape to when seeking a warm day or a nice swim at the lake, though.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 02, 740 AL
North: Late Winter| South: Late Summer
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C



Month 01, 740 AL
North: Mid Winter| South: Mid Summer
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C



Month 12, 739 AL
North: Early Winter| South: Early Summer
-3.1 to 2.1 C | 20.4 C to 29.4 C


Winter has come slowly to the Northern lands of Pern, with more rain and cold winds than snow. As the month progresses, more and more snow will fall, with frequent blizzard-like storms towards the very end of the month. Telgar and Fort will in particular become burried under mountains of snow, while Ista is sunjected to frequent icy rainstorms, and heavy winds coming in from across the ocean.
Month 11, 739 AL
North: Late Autumn| South: Late Spring
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C



Month 10, 739 AL
North: Mid Autumn| South: Mid Spring
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C




Month 09, 739 AL
North: Early Autumn| South: Early Spring
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C


Following the disastrous fires (sometime in around the 28th of Month 08), Ista Isle has found itself suddenly in the midst of constant rain; not enough to flood, but a steady, dreary downfall that seems to only take a time out for a couple of hours here and there, before coming back again. Its cast the entire sooty Isle into a sombre and depressed mood. Alongside the rain, the weather is muggy and while not hot, is not particularly cool, either.

The rest of Northern Pern is getting their usual weather, though they, too, have been called to action following the wildfires that savaged Ista. Many individuals who called Ista Island home have been relocated not just to Ista Weyr, Ista Hold or Sea Cliff Hold, but also to other areas of Pern, whether with family or friends.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 08, 739 AL
North: Late Summer | South: Late Winter
17.4 to 25.5 C | 10.8 C to 23.2 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm - 37 to 45 C - has resulted in an incredibly dry summer, with little to no rain. This was climaxed by a dry thunderstorm, the results of which caused three fires to start across the Island on the 24.07.739 in the early morning hours. While the results of this are yet to be played out, the events will no doubt leave more than just the scarring of the land.

The rest of Northern Pern is getting their usual weather, though they, too, have been called to action following the wildfires that savaged Ista. Many individuals who called Ista Island home have been relocated not just to Ista Weyr, Ista Hold or Sea Cliff Hold, but also to other areas of Pern, whether with family or friends.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 07, 739 AL
North: Mid Summer | South: Mid Winter
18.0 to 26.6 C | 10.2 C to 21.9 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm, with average weather being in the 37 to 45 C range, making it now a more than slightly undesirable escape for the rest of the Northern population from the more enjoyable early summer weather. There has been very little in the way of rain, though the coastal areas are no stranger to the salty wind. Ista's limited farmlands and fields are dry and dusty, with golden straw instead of grass where there is any growth at all.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Northern areas are still getting a lot of evening rain and the occasional thunderstorms, which cools down the populus and allows them to sleep easily without sweating their brains out like the Istans.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 06, 739 AL
North: Early Summer | South: Early Winter
14.9 C to 23.8 C | 11.8 C to 21.9 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm, with average weather being in the 37 to 45 C range, making it now a more than slightly undesirable escape for the rest of the Northern population from the more enjoyable early summer weather. There has been very little in the way of rain, though the coastal areas are no stranger to the salty wind. Ista's limited farmlands and fields are dry and dusty, with golden straw instead of grass where there is any growth at all.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Northern areas are still getting a lot of evening rain and the occasional thunderstorms, which cools down the populus and allows them to sleep easily without sweating their brains out like the Istans.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 05, 739 AL
North: Late Spring | South: Late Autumn
9.9 C to 18.4 C | 13.7 C to 24.5 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm, with average weather being in the 32 to 40 C range, making it a highly desirable escape for the rest of the Northern population from the chilly mid-spring weather. There has been very little in the way of rain, though the coastal areas are no stranger to the salty wind.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Northern areas are getting a lot of rain, thunderstorms, and cloudy days. Grass is growing, flowers flowering, and baby animals popping up all over the place! Yay spring!

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 04, 739 AL
North: Mid Spring | South: Mid Autumn
4.1 C to 11.5 C | 10.0 C to 27.4 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm, with average weather being in the high 20s to low 30s C, making it a highly desirable escape for the rest of the Northern population from the chilly mid-spring weather. There has been very little in the way of rain, though the coastal areas are no stranger to the salty wind.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Northern areas are getting a lot of rain, thunderstorms, and cloudy days. Grass is growing, flowers flowering, and baby animals popping up all over the place! Yay spring!

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 03, 739 AL
North: Early Spring | South: Early Autumn
−1.9 C to 4.7 C | 20.0 C to 29.0


Spring has sprung, with the snow slowly melting in much of the North, creating mushy grounds and greyish, icy snow piles that are doing their best to melt. In comparison, Ista finds itself uncommonly warm (~12C / 53.6) and many people who can find rides are making their way to the Island to spend some time in warmth and sunshine, away from the lingering touch of winter.

Katila is beginning to cool down to more reasonable temperature, but is no less muggy and uncomfortable to those who are not used to the seasons. It is still a good place to escape to when seeking a warm day or a nice swim at the lake, though.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 02, 739 AL
North: Late Winter | South: Late Summer
−5.6 C to 0.4 C | 21.3 C to 30.0


The late-season weather is settling, with much of the Northern hemisphere coated in snow (the exception being the much warmer Ista region) while Katila remains humid and sweltering in the height of Summer.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 01, 739 AL
North: Mid Winter | South: Mid Summer
−6.7 C to −0.7 C | 21.5 C to 30.3 C


Gold Nadioth of Vaeyla, of Ista's flight was won by bronze Rhezalth of N'mor. You can view the Flight Thread here! Gold Aradissicath of Fort has brought about a clutch of [TBA] eggs! The proud mother is jealously guarding the Sands from her fellow gold, and keeping her mate on his toes! The cautious are able to catch a glance, but best not be caught!

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 12, 738 AL
North: Early Winter | South: Early Summer
−3.1 C to 2.1 C | 20.4 C to 29.4 C


Gold Nadioth of Ista is set to take flight this month (though it'll be a surprise IC), while gold Aradissicath is preparing to take full command of the Fort Hatching Grounds as she lays her Clutch early in the month.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 11, 738 AL
North: Late Autumn | South: Late Spring


Autumn is coming to an end, with the days slowly becoming shorter still, with early nights and late mornings. The temperature is getting very cool, with jackets being more required, but it has yet to actually snow. Despite this, it is often raining and miserable.

The Southern contient is in full bloom, with flowers coming to life in the grasses and on the trees. The skies are bright blue with fluffy clouds, and occassional sunshowers bringing a dampness to the day. The nights are still crisp, but not cold. The ground is starting to dry up as water is absorbed by the blooming flora.

Month 10, 738 AL
North: Mid Autumn | South: Mid Spring


Autumn is in full tilt, with the leaves a shocking array of orange and red, and more of them on the ground than on the trees. The skies are often a clear and crisp blue, with a cool breeze flowing, shifting the leaves and sending them scattering. Rain is not common, but when it does roll in the skies are dark like night come early, and thunderstorms are not uncommon, though they don't last for long and the amount of rain that falls isn't too heavy.

The Southern contient is in full bloom, with flowers coming to life in the grasses and on the trees. The skies are bright blue with fluffy clouds, and occassional sunshowers bringing a dampness to the day. The nights are still crisp, but not cold. The ground is starting to dry up as water is absorbed by the blooming flora.

Month 09, 738 AL
North: Start Autumn | South: Start Spring


Nothern regions are entering into Autumn, with the trees beginning to change to their reds and oranges, while the air is beginning to feel more crips. There are still more warm days than cool, and the nights are mostly warm enough for light bedding still. Rain has faded away and most days are clear and bright.

The Southern contient finds itself heading into spring, with rain and flowers vying for attention. The ground is often muddy and squishy, while the skies are either bright and blue, or overcast wtih fluffy clouds.

Month 08, 738 AL
North: End Summer | South: End Winter


Summer is winding to an end in the Northern hemisphere, with the weather slowly cooling and the trees beginning to turn their leaves. The days are still long and bright, but the sun is beginning to lose some of its strength.

The coastal Weyrs are falling victim to coastal storms, strong winds and heavy rains with thunder and lightening.

The more inbound Weyrs and Holds find themselves drier, not getting nearly as much rain or storms, they find themselves on the end of a long drought.

Month 07, 738 AL
North: Mid Summer | South: Mid Winter


Summer is in full spring in the Nothern hemisphere, with the bulk of each day being unbearbly hot, followed by vicious thunderstorms and heavy humidity in the evenings and at night.

The coastal areas are experiencing monsoon like weather, and spend a lot of their time locked away in Hold, Hall or Weyr.

The more inner locations find themselves faced with more dry heat during the day, and horrible humidity in the evening and at night while the thunderstorms rage.
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[G] [H] 742.02.14 | Stars Above Hatching
3am


Gold Malvayth

Date of Birth
14.02.717
Height
5'10"
Eyes
Brown right

Threads
38
Posts
330

Written By: BardlyThere
#1
One egg gently rocked, and then another. Malvayth was sure she saw it this time and that made her shift her weight and pace around even more anxiously. Her babies were hatching! But that meant more candidates would come and she still wanted to keep them safe, but she also wanted them to find their mates and be happy... but what if it was still too early? Another wobble from another egg had her anxiously calling out to Cazan. The eggs! They're moving!

Cazan sat bolt upright in bed. "What?" The eggs are moving, Mal repeated slightly more calmly as she stared at her precious remaining eggs. Caz cursed as she reached over to gently shake T'ryn in case he hadn't already woken up. "Mal thinks the eggs are hatching." Double check with Aradissicath. The last thing she wanted to do was wake everyone up too early. She climbed out of bed and started to clumsily rush through getting dressed, cursing her belly for getting in the way of even this basic task.

You shouldn't curse at your eggs. Did you tell Aradissicath yet? Yes, she is here. Malvayth looked to her mother who had joined her on the Sands and then back to the eggs. There was another little wobble. Another shake. The older gold agreed it was time. Cazan didn't need to wait for Mal to confirm, instead further rushing to finish pulling on her coat and taking a look outside. It was in the dead of night, but the sky was clear enough that the stars above illuminated the blanket of snow on the ground well enough. At least it wasn't storming.

"Lady," no sooner had Cazan said her name when the gold firelizard hopped onto her shoulder. She scribbled down a quick note for Yfris to let him know the Hatching was starting and that T'ryn would be by to pick him up soon and slipped it into a little pouch for Lady to carry. She pictured her husband as clearly as she could as she spoke, "Go find Yfris." Lady chirped and eagerly took off on her task. Sir let out a small growl as he felt left out, moving to perch on Cazan's newly vacated shoulder. She gave him a quick scratch to the head before wrapping her arms around T'ryn's neck for a kiss (which earned him a grumpy hiss from Sir). "I sent Lady ahead so hopefully Yfris will be ready for you. I love you."

After one last squeeze of her mate's hand Cazan went to talk to the Weyrwoman to help with whatever else needed to happen. Once that was done, she left to go check on Malvayth who was now humming and sitting as serenely as she could be in the appropriate space for a gold watching over her clutch during a Hatching. And yet Caz could feel just how anxious and irritated her dragon was at the thought of a crowd of people watching and a bunch of candidates back on the Sands for her precious babies.

Cazan went to go give her gold a comforting pat. "I'm sure Yanth will be here soon to keep you company and help you make sure your babies are safe. T'ryn and Yfris will be coming too, so you get to have some of your favorite people all here to support your babies. Just remember we need to let the candidates in so that your babies can find their mates okay?" She was still soothing the gold as people started to arrive.

Cazan was woken up around 1am, people were informed shortly after, and the eggs will begin hatching at 3am.

Everyone is welcome to come watch! If you’re only watching, please go directly to the stands, do not linger on the Sands or approach the Candidates. Candidates, you can go right onto the Sands and form up around the eggs and settle in for some waiting.

Candidates:
- Will have been told to wear shoes! Sturdy shoes to save their feet from the heat and standing for so long.
- Be in Candidate robes that more or less fit them.
- Will have hair pulled back in a pony-tail or a braid. In addition, there will be no jewellery, belt, sash, or anything ‘extra’. Don’t want anything to get tugged on and cause an injury.
- Malvayth loves firelizards in day to day life but she's become much more protective of her eggs. Firelizards will be allowed in but they must stay with the humans in the stands or up with the dragons on the ledges. If they go near the eggs or Candidates, they may not live to brag about it.

On honorifics – it is SP canon that the dragon picks the honorific. They might pick something their rider likes, something they do not, or whatever. They will usually pluck the name from their rider’s mind, so it is likely that said rider will like their name, or have ‘pre picked’ it on some level subconsciously prior to Impression.

Once Impressed, please move through the following:
- Move dragonet to the sidelines and feed it
- Slap oil on any particularly dry spots
- Head to the Barracks to get some rest. Emotions are exhausting.

PC Impressions will have their dragonet posted on their Candidate Application or sent via Discord! This will let you see your baby before anyone else!

Remember: NO SPOILERS. If you want to talk spoilers, keep it to the Hatching Spoilers channel in Discord.
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Bronze Syrendryth

Date of Birth
17.04.722
Height
6'1
Eyes
Blue

Threads
25
Posts
358

Written By: Insulting Truths
#2
At this point, T'ryn shouldn't have been surprised by the timing of the eggs. Hatchings seemed to always be at odd hours or in bad weather and then add in that these ones were due days ago and you still got a tired and slightly grumpy bronzerider. He had been comfy and warm and asleep but as much as he wanted to give back in to the desire to sleep, T'ryn wasn't going to miss Malvayth's big day. She was stressed as it was which was only feeding into Cazan's mood for an endless loop.

He dressed quickly and joined Cazan on the ledge to see the clear skies. Good. He didn't want another friend getting injured like B'kit. He smiled into the kiss, still confused at how he was so lucky to have Cazan want him. "I love you, too. I'll be back as soon as I can get your lazy husband out of bed. And don't get any ideas about us and beds!" He laughed as he went to grab Syrendryth's gear.

It surprisingly didn't take long to get Yfris moving thanks to Lady being a persistent messenger and the hour in that region. T'ryn suspected Yfris hadn't even slept yet but it did take several minutes to help the lordling pick out an appropriate outfit. T'ryn didn't see the big deal but after a dramatic explanation from Yfris, it made sense. He wasn't just representing Misty Hold anymore but also Katz Field and Cazan.

Eventually he got them back to the Weyr, Syrendryth heading up to a ledge to watch--despite it being Malvayth's clutch, he always enjoyed Hatchings--and T'ryn escorted Yfris to a spot along the first row of benches nearest to Malvayth and Cazan, calling out a greeting to the dragon so she knew for certain they were there for her.
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Date of Birth
21.06.719
Height
6'2
Eyes
Brown

Threads
7
Posts
84

Written By: Insulting Truths
#3
Yfris had indeed still been awake when Lady appeared with the message. He'd been enjoying a night cap and was thankful he hadn't been entertaining anyone or high on some thing or another. By the time the sexy blonde entered his room, Yfris was tossing clothes around trying to find the perfect outfit and explaining why it was important. He wasn't just a pretty face! Yfris did pay attention and knew when and how to behave. This was one of those times, even if it would be dead of night and a Weyr event. It was important to Cazan so it was important to him.

When they arrived at the Hatching, Yfris noted a lot of sleepy faces and wondered why they weren't pouring coffee down the throats of the Candidates. Maybe it was some traditional thing. He'd ask later. Maybe. For now he followed T'ryn, taking in all the sights. He'd been to only one other Hatching and that was the Weyrwoman's first one at Fort. It had been a fun experience and Yfris appreciated the party afterwards but he hadn't been inclined to attend again. He supposed they would be a more frequent event in his life now and he quietly took mental notes lest someone call him out for doing some form of studying.

He joined in waving to the gold pair when T'ryn caught their attention but didn't go down to see them since the bronzerider wasn't. He knew protocol better in this case so Yfris would do as T'ryn did. He'd be able to see Cazan afterwards and check in with her then.
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Bronze Rhezalth

Date of Birth
19.03.722
Height
5'11
Eyes
Grey-green

Threads
24
Posts
188

Written By: ThistleProse
#4
N’mor gave a tired groan as he felt little feet of a firelizard pattering across his back, and the tiny claws digging into his spine. “Go ‘way,” he hissed, extracting his arm from under Z’rin so he could wave it half heartedly at the beast. It ignored him, and N’mor groaned again as he rolled over onto his back and glared at the lizard through the darkness. It had a letter attached to it, and N’mor glared as he took it; the little fucker vanished a moment later, so at least whomever had sent the note didn’t expect a response.

Tempted as he was to toss it aside and go back to sleep, N’mor put the note in his mouth and fumbled around on the bedside table for the lightstone that was hidden there… somewhere… there! Soft light flooded the area, and N’mor murmured an apology when Z’rin grumbled in his sleep and rolled over. Blinking as his eyes got used to the light, N’mor recognised the handwriting but his sleepy brain refused to make the connection as he read the hastily scrawled note. N’mor sighed in exasperation.

Tossing the letter and the stone back onto the bedside table, N’mor rolled over to Z’rin and ran his hand soothingly up and down his mate’s arm until he was semi-awake. “Fort is Hatching,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against Z’rin’s jaw under his ear. “Do you want to come?” N’mor grinned impishly at the way that seemed to awaken his lover, a soft laugh breaking free before he could stop it. “You’re funny,” he teased, pressing a kiss to Z’rin’s lips before rolling out of bed and swearing when his feet hit cold stone.

It didn’t take long to get ready, or rouse his dragon who enjoyed Hatchings – probably more than N’mor did – and get him strapped up. Then it was just a bit of air, a pop between and they were in the clear skies above Fort. N’mor breathed in the frosty night air and enjoyed the lazy decent as Rhezalth greeted the watch dragon and then a few other friends as they appeared. Dropping N’mor off, Rhezalth went to find a comfortable spot to watch, leaving N’mor to make his way through the sizable crowd. Glancing around, he spotted T’ryn and lead Z’rin in that direction.

“Hey T!” It had been a little while since they’d gotten the chance to catch up, which made N’mor a bit sad, but he was at least reassured by the easy familiarity of their friendship. “How much longer until Cazan pops?” he asked with a smirk, leaning subtly into Z’rin. He was rarely too obvious about their relationship in public, but certainly not when there were Holders around to cast judgement or for him to dishonour the bronzerider reputation or some such crap. His gaze shifted to the Holder beside T’ryn, and he raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t pull any punches when you picked that outfit.”
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Blue Atranth

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29.09.715
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6'0
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Hazel

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Written By: Insulting Truths
#5
After talking with L'gan, Eb'zer, and even B'kit and Erebuth when he was alone with them during a check up, Narinoa came to the conclusion that he should keep Standing. Having a dragon of his own would give him more insight to how bonds work and the pain that passed through them while working on a dragon patient. His dragon would be able to help him understand so much more and Narinoa didn't mind the idea of help on the mental side, someone to keep him grounded and focused.

Now he just needed to Impress. He was short on time but if it was meant to be, it would happen. If not, he would still be trained in what they knew of dragon healing and would assist in research and healing any injuries he could help with.

Even with his newfound enthusiasm and clarity, Narinoa was surprised to see he was one of the first Candidates to head out the door. The hour likely wasn't agreeing with many and it wouldn't have with him either if he hadn't stopped taking all forms of drugs after the last Hatching. He needed to be clean, easy to wake, and ready to attend to Erebuth if needed and now he had his passion for healing beasts back.

He didn't bundle up for the short dash to the Sands but sighed in relief when the warmth of the cavern hit him. He found a good spot to stand, eyeing Malvayth up for only a moment before fixing the ribbon holding some of his hair back. Unlike some, Narinoa didn't hold Malvayth's actions against her. She was a mother protecting her young and lashed out before thinking. It sucked but it was a learning moment for everyone. The gold seemed to be doing better that day which was just as important as seeing the babies Impress in his mind.
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Gold Thallyath

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16.11.720 AL
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5'3
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Green

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Written By: ThistleProse
#6
Despite the late hour, Casa was still awake. She’d spent most of the evening bogged down in absolutely hideously boring Weyrwoman work; she was convinced her Weyrleader did absolutely nothing, palming off as much as he could onto her. Which she preferred to be in control of most of, well, everything, but that didn’t mean she always had to enjoy it! She would have preferred to invite a lover over, or arrange to see Azrin or. Anything. Even pulling teeth out sounded preferable to reviewing numbers and ugh.

When she’d finished that, she’d been exhausted but not tired. So she’d decided to work on perfecting a brew Azrin had taught her that would prevent her from getting pregnant. She hadn’t told him yet that a quick trip between would fix that issue, since it wasn’t something that had come up in the conversation. But the brew was useful, and didn’t taste awful, though she wasn’t convinced the last batch had been made properly. Thus, she was humming to herself as she moved lazily around her little kitchen, tossing another log on the fire and making sure the water was ready when a firelizard appeared. Casa blinked at it.

“Can I help you?” She asked it, a bit tartly, before noticing it was carrying a letter. She took it from the creature, and was satisfied when it vanished. While she didn’t hate the creatures, she didn’t really enjoy them popping into her weyr whenever they felt like it. “Oh! Thally! Wake up!” She felt her dragon’s grumbling and tired emotions even as she heard the little gold moving around and yawning where she was curled up on her couch. What? I was having a good dream. Why aren’t you asleep? Casa laughed softly, and rolled her eyes.

“Fort is Hatching and we got an invite.”
Of course we did. We’re quite important you know.
“So you keep telling me.” Casa laughed again, and moved to her bedroom to get changed into appropriate clothing. A winter gown and warm pants hidden underneath were climbed into, and then she geared up Thallyath and with a last check over them both, mounted up and made the jump to Fort. The pair appeared and Thallyath made her greetings before circling lower until she could land and let Casa off. Once her rider was making her way inside on foot, Thallyath moved to find a suitable perch for herself, squeezing in between two bronzes.

Casa looked around with interest half wondering where would be most appropriate for her to set herself and if it mattered. It probably did, but in the end she decided to simply wave a greeting to Rhaedalyn and R’nya, flash a smile at Cazan, and settle herself down in a front row position where she could watch the Hatching with her usual enthusiasm. If anyone wanted to join her, she was more than happy to have company!
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Blue Dalsuth

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14.02.723
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Brown

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Written By: Insulting Truths
#7
Despite speaking with Malvayth weeks ago and promising her he would Stand for her clutch, Quinvalis was a ball of nerves now that the moment was upon him. He couldn't do this. How could he go back out there after nearly dying last time? The events at the Hatching barely registered in his mind, knowing Malvayth would never intentionally harm him or anyone if it wasn't for the death of one of her children. All the panic making him hyperventilate was from the memories of colliding with that little blue. He didn't even blame the dragon for the injuries but Quinvalis couldn't stop imagining how another hatchling would trample him.

His roommate was always surprisingly nice to him but never pushed him too far in socializing or even getting him to open up. He showed it again as he rubbed Quinvalis' back and told him everything would be fine. Smaller clutch and Malvayth was a friend, right? Quinvalis finally calmed enough and nodded, thanking his roommate--friend?--and told him he would be there soon.

It took a few more minutes after changing into the robe to gather his courage again. It was the first time wearing that hideous robe since it had been cut off of his unconscious body. It also showed his arms and Quinvalis wished he was brave enough to break the rules and wear a shirt underneath.

Finally he started the trek to the Sands, ignoring all looks real or imagined given to him. Panic tried to grip him when he saw the eggs but Quinvalis focused on his breathing and skirted around everyone to find a spot as close to Malvayth as was allowed. She promised to keep him safe and he was counting on that.
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Written By: ThistleProse
#8
Cazelarias could think of about a million things he would rather be doing at some unnatural hour of the night. Things like sleeping and not being woken up by annoying miniature dragons that clawed at him until he stopped ignoring them, hoping the little things would go away. They didn’t. So when he’d pulled his head out from under his blankets, he came nose to nose with both of his twin’s little hellions and yelped. Then he’d found the note that said the eggs were Hatching and he heard the humming that was starting to get quite loud and he sighed. He sighed such a deep sigh he almost fell asleep again.

But no, he wasn’t allowed to sleep at night like a normal person. The firelizards wouldn’t let him and kept hassling him until he was up, and dressed, and following them obediently to the Hatching Grounds, as if they didn’t believe he could have found his own way there. He knew where the Hatching Grounds were! He spent enough time visiting Cazan there and trying valiantly to ignore her giant golden maneater that he was still not convinced wouldn’t eat him. Best to ignore her, and her attempts to talk to him and pretend to be invisible.

So, with his mind focused on not existing, Cazelarias found a seat as near his sister as he could, still shocked by how fat she was with her growing offspring (but wisely kept his mouth shut. He’d already been punched in the arm once for making a comment about it, and Cazan’s punches hurt!) and instead waved to her when their eyes met. Hi, I’m here. Now what? Was written all over his expression as he curled up on the seat and turned his attention from fat sister to wobbly eggs. So long as they all stayed away from him, he could survive this event and then go back to his wonderful bed. He missed his bed. Cazelarias sighed.
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10.02.721
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5'8
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Light Brown

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Written By: Insulting Truths
#9
Mylorah was not happy as she aggressively braided her hair. This Hatching was the last place she wanted to be but she had made promises to several people that she would Stand despite her aversion to wanting to be a healer of any sort. She was also still mad at Cazan and Malvayth for how everything ended up during the Touching and that Fediletch was banned from the Hatching and a lot of future ones. All because he was trying to help and stop the stupid fight! She wasn’t going to forgive either of them for a while. She now had scared friends and siblings, a sad friend who didn’t even want to Stand now because he was convinced he didn’t deserve a dragon, and her brother’s mate couldn’t control her dragon or step up and ask for leniency for Fediletch.

At least it was a small clutch and her chances of Impressing in this horrible Weyr were slim. She pondered faking being sick but they’d likely just give her a bucket and send her out anyway. She’d Touched some eggs so she had to Stand. Fetch had Touched some as well! Every Hatching she saw more and more flaws with the tradition but it was nice getting a peek at the little ones hidden away from them.

With the braid finished, Mylorah wrapped it up in a bun and secured it in place. She hardly wore her hair in such a manner—sometimes for a party Tazikel invited her to when she wanted to look mature and proper—but it helped she felt it helped add to the glare she was going to level at Cazan as soon as she got in place. Once her boots were on, Mylorah sprinted over to the Sands, taking a moment to double check her laces were still nice and tight once she was inside. The amount of times she had to run or move around to keep herself or a friend out of the way was climbing far too much.

Speaking of that, she glanced around for Zelana and Zoremet and noted neither had arrived yet. She sighed. Zoremet wasn’t going to sleep in, was he? Surely an assistant or the owner of whichever bed he curled up in for cuddles would make sure he arrived in time? She’d make sure to collect the two to keep them close by. It was Zelly’s first Hatching and she knew her friend was nervous and she wanted to help ease that.

After she showed up and after Mylorah did her glaring. She turned her gaze on the gold pair she had forgotten in the moment and levelled her angriest look at them, not at all close to forgiving them for Fetch—even if her friend was too nice and felt he deserved it all. Glaring officially complete, she turned her back on them and kept an eye out for self-appointed charges, waving at other friends when they arrived.
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Gold Varanuth

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15.01.716
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5'3"
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Dark Brown

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7
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53

Written By: Jenn
#10
She rolled over, groaning as she did so, the thrum of dragons humming seeming to vibrate her very bones. August had no idea what time it was but she knew she'd only been in bed for a short time. She slipped out of her bed and reached for her robes. A yawn cracked her jaw as she stripped out of bedclothes and into the white robe they were forced to wear. She never did understand why it made much of a difference. Maybe it helped the dragonets find them, she didn't know. Maybe she'd ask Helyna and Iliyith about it the next time she saw them. Another yawn and she shoved her feet into boots. Her hair was a simple thing, a high ponytail that swayed before she frowned and wrapped it around itself.

Her eyes scanned the crowds looking for Fediletch but she knew he wasn't supposed to be around the hatching. It still turned her lips down in a frown that the sweet boy couldn't even watch, he'd done a terrible thing but he hadn't meant to and August was fairly certain that Fetch didn't have a cruel or mean bone in his body. But.. She could understand Malvayth's demand too, she wasn't sure what she would do about a person who harmed her son even by accident. She sighed and moved to stand with the rest of the candidate hopefuls.
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Green Jenath

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02.09.720
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5'8"
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Dark Blue

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14
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108

Written By: KiTelli
#11
Sleep hadn’t come easily that night. Still on edge from the Touching, compounded by the thought itching at the back of her mind that maybe she shouldn’t have said anything that day after... Aederyn had been trying to offer some sort of feeling of connection to someone else outside of her rider, plus, Malvayth, usually so chipper and social, had worried about being seen as a monster, so she’d wanted to reassure her that she wasn’t... surely those weren’t bad things, right?

But every time she thought of it she worried that it hadn’t been the thing to do. Going to the grounds had seemed like the exact thing to do at the time, but with each passing day she’d felt more and more awkward about the whole exchange. Had she overstepped, however well intentioned it might have been? Had she ruined her chances of Impression if she’d inadvertently made Cazan or Malvayth uncomfortable? Had her effort to reach out been taken as obtuse?

The questions danced through her mind, taunting her during any idleness, so she’d thrown herself into work and chores for the past few days. But despite her efforts to distract and tire herself, it was in vain. After lights-out, she’d slept initially before waking at some fardling hour. Unable to get back to sleep, she decided to just get up and do something. Kneeling at her bedside and reaching underneath, she quietly pulled out Rudi’s message harness and made sure, again, that the letter was secured within. She was just pulling the sleeping fur back up under her chin when Rudi gave a small, sleepy chirp of curiosity and warning; someone was coming?

The next few minutes were a blur as glows were uncovered and the candidates were roused. She made quick work of robe, boots, and her hair, then rigged Rudi out in his harness, sending him out to Handsome and Alekse. She’d love for him to be there if she Impressed, and having his support if she didn’t would be nice, too. Skipping her warm outer robe as she’d have nowhere to put it once she got there, she dashed across the bowl to the hatching grounds, among the first of the candidates to arrive.

Thoughts of previous days seemed to melt away with the heat of the grounds, she smiled warmly at Malvayth and weaved her way around to a spot among the candidates roughly equidistant from the gold egg and the others. She’d be pleased with any dragon, and wanted to give herself any opportunity she could at Impressing. With watchful eyes going back and forth between the door, the eggs, and the queen, she waited.
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Pale green

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Written By: Insulting Truths
#12
Ulliendis muttered something impolite and mostly incomprehensible when someone shook him awake. He batted the hand away. Of course he had heard the loud screeching about a Hatching beginning but it was far too early and cold to get up. So he hadn’t. And then the shaking started. And continued. Rude! Fine, he’d get up!

He sat up in looked around bleary-eyed at all the commotion happening around him. Boys of all ages were running in every direction yelling about food or even baths while others looked just as tired as he felt but were putting on boots and hideous robes. Right—those robes. He had been given one after the Touching and Ulliendis laughed, thinking it was a great joke. It wasn’t. They actually wanted him in that horrible and rough fabric. Life in a Weyr was so tragic!

He ran a hand through his hair and decided that was also tragic and did his best to pat it down as he continued to wake up. Eventually he got himself out of his pyjamas and into that robe and worried he would break out in hives at any moment. He’d gotten a tad spoiled over the years and tailored clothes in finer fabric filled his chest of clothes at the foot of his bed. Instinctively Ulliendis reached for a necklace to help jazz it up a bit but remembered the rules and frowned. Weyr life was tragic and barbaric! But he went along with it, mostly because he was too tired for a debate.

As put together as he felt he could be given the circumstances, Ulliendis followed behind some Candidates that seemed to know what they were doing and joined in the jog from one slightly warm room to a much hotter one. This was the room to be in! They needed to have slumber parties in here. So toasty and so much space! Maybe he’d suggest that later on. First he had to survive his first Hatching.

Ulliendis glanced around, taking in the room he had seen before with the Touching but he’d been too nervous at the time to focus on more than making sure he didn’t trip and kill an egg since that was a thing that could apparently happen! He’d been assured by a lot of people that rampaging golds weren’t normal but he’d been in the Weyr at that time for about two weeks and had never attended a Hatching or read much about their histories before. He was working on a lot of trust but so far it hadn’t led him astray.
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Written By: Insulting Truths
#13
Orgailian laid in his cot as others rushed around him. He wasn’t in any hurry and not just because he didn’t want to get up. He may not Stand as regularly as others but he’d attended enough Standing or in the stands to know there would be time. It wasn’t always a guarantee that they would have an hour or more to wait but he was willing to risk it to avoid waiting around bored.

He didn’t even care one way or the other about the drama from the Touching. He hadn’t been in that group though a couple of siblings were. Everyone survived and the injured weren’t badly off. Sure, it sucked some guy his sister liked was banned but examples had to be made and he wasn’t going to hold a grudge over someone he didn’t know. Mylorah could be angry all she wanted but Orgailian didn’t care. He barely even knew Cazan anyway and didn’t expect her to bend over for him just because he was related to her mate.

A Candidate came over to him, no doubt trying to get him to move, and Orgailian silently flipped him off and the guy skittered off. He’d move when he was ready to. It wasn’t like he had to style his hair or do more than slip into the robe and tie up his shoes. It was tempting to drift back to sleep but even he didn’t want to push his luck with that. He was still somewhat on the fence about Impressing but he wasn’t going to do anything stupid to block his chances at it.

He took out his journal and decided he could start writing his thoughts that were drifting around in his mind and make notes about how others prepared for the Hatching. At one point when he looked up from the page to gather a thought, he was distracted by someone doing stretches. Was that a normal thing upon waking or was that part of their routine for a Hatching? To each their own, he supposed. He was the one journaling currently so in this one particular instance, he couldn’t judge.

Eventually he did get up and change, joining a small group of stragglers. They ran through the cold night but Orgailian took his time, using it as a way to help wake himself up further. He was definitely born for the hotter climates like Ista but a short blast of winter wouldn’t kill him. When he arrived, he saw family on the Sands and in the stands. He lifted a hand in acknowledgement to the family sitting down and meandered further inside finding a spot that wasn’t too crowded.
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Blue Taith

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21.03.716
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5'11
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Brown

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Written By: Insulting Truths
#14
Malvayth’s babies are hatching! Wake up, wake up, wake up! Taith’s excited voice pierced through his conscious and Kor’is growled in annoyance, “I am, I am, I am.”

He rolled over, blanket going over his head as if that would help shut out Taith’s voice. He’d barely in bed, having stayed up to paint. The quiet of night was perfect for it and it was honestly surprising that he hadn’t still been awake when the announcement came. But since he was, he wasn’t sure he wanted to move.

But it’s Malvayth and Cazan! You have to go!

No, he really didn’t. Despite their odd relationship, Kor’is didn’t have to show his support for everything Cazan did. Honestly, it kind of was because of their hook ups that he didn’t want to go and ‘odd’ was perhaps too weak of a word. She was married to one man and mated to another which made him… the side side piece? Not that he cared since he wasn’t looking for anything serious with her or anyone. He also didn’t care what others thought about him and the situation.

It seems like maybe you kind of do, Kor’is, Taith added softly and Kor’is sighed. Maybe a little but more because Cazan cared about… that wasn’t true either. She was very much like him that regard and didn’t care what people thought. Besides, it wasn’t like they were wearing big signs that said they were sleeping together sometimes. He was simply going because their dragons were friends.

“Just, don’t,” he snapped as he rolled out of bed, knowing Taith would try to bring logic further into it. Maybe he just didn’t want to get out of bed and maybe he didn’t really care for Hatchings. At least he couldn’t Impress again. “Shit, Mylo.” He’d been focusing so much on one lover that he forgot about the other. Damn, it was odd referring to multiple lovers. Cazan’s stupid theory about dragons making you horny and whores might have had weight to it after all.

When they finally glided down from their ledge, Taith gave an excited trill and greeted his sister before joining some friends on a ledge to lend his voice to the humming. Kor’is for his part just quietly hiked up the steps so he could sit in the last row of the stands away from everyone. He had a good view and found Mylorah but she wasn’t paying the crowd any attention at the moment. He also spotted T’ryn and Yfris but he didn’t want to join the Cazan fan club and stayed where he was.

Though he was curious about why T’ryn was suddenly jumping up and scurrying off to meet Syrendryth. Not too much time passed before his patience was rewarded and T’ryn returned with Tazikel. Kor’is gave a short laugh before composing himself.
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Written By: BardlyThere
#15
Zelana had woken up before anyone else had to shake her just from hearing the commotion starting. Was it time? It was! She was filled with a mix of dread and excitement. She'd get to see the babies go and make their new friends up close, and maybe some of those friends would be her friends! And hopefully not her. She didn't want to stay here for too long after all. Fort was fine for visits, and now that she had another friend here those visits could be even more fun, but she really quite enjoyed the warmth of Ista. That and not having to go to Healer school was a huge bonus.

Still she got ready, making sure to leave all of her jewelry behind before pulling on the plain robe and some sturdy boots. It was hardly comfortable, and she considered for a moment if being naked would be better, but thinking about Quinvalis and his scars quickly chased that thought away. Hopefully he would still go even though he was afraid!

That was another reason to rush and get ready and get to the Sands, and Zelly braved the frigid night to rush into that blissful warmth to look around for him. She spotted him, standing just a little too close to the giant gold than she cared for, but she waved all the same in excitement. She spotted A'tay's sister after that and went to join the woman, trying to keep in a place where she could keep an eye on Quinvalis too. And now all she had to do was wait she supposed.
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Brown Pharalth

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02.05.721
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6'0"
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Black

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Written By: BardlyThere
#16
Corvilis groaned as he was shaken awake, pulling a pillow over his head as he batted the hand away. "I'm up! I'm up! Just give me a moment." But then his firelizards were hopping around on his back too and he groaned as he rolled over to shoo Sky and Fern off to the side. They had picked up on the overall excitement buzzing through the Weyr at the hatching and were eagerly trying to share too many images with him at once and he gently tried to sooth them until they calmed down. "You two can't come, okay? So you can hide out with your friends and watch, but stay away."

He thought back to the Touching, sending them both mental images of the angry gold as a reminder to reinforce the command. And since Corv was up now he might as well just get dressed. Not that he had any high hopes with how snotty the Fort eggs had been in general to him. Still, he should go and roll the dice, maybe Nari would Impress and he could celebrate with his friend. And speaking of friends, maybe B'kit would be feeling well enough to watch too.

That was the first thing he checked once he got to the Sands and made sure his firelizards were behaving. He didn't see the bluerider in attendance yet, but it was still early so things could change. Corvilis did spot Narinoa though and walked over to greet him. "Hey, think you'll get lucky this time?"
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02.12.724
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5'10"
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Blue

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Written By: BardlyThere
#17
"Fuck," Zoremet cursed as he fell out of his cot. It had taken several attempts to rouse him from his sleep and when they finally did and he realized what was going on he was so startled that he got tangled in his blankets. A quick look around showed that he was running late, most of the candidates had already left. Fuck. He didn't bother trying to do anything with his hair, instead hastily pulling on his boots and streaking out into the cold as he finished pulling the robe over his head.

Fuck! At least the Sands were warm when he got there and he paused to take a long breath of relief to see that the eggs were still just gently wiggling instead and nothing had actually hatched yet. He adjusted his robe and quickly sent Pit off to go spend time with R'dal where it would be safer. Not that he thought anything bad was going to happen. He hoped.

Zory quickly scurried off to find his sister, stopping to give her and then Zelana quick hugs. "Sorry, I hope I'm not too late! I just had trouble waking up." He looked up at the gold and saw that Malvayth seemed... less angry? Maybe? It was hard to say really since she was a dragon, but she wasn't glaring too much, not trying to loom, just waiting there and not trying to hit people away with her tail or anything. So that was good news at least. He swallowed nervously and turned his attention to the eggs. Only twelve of them now, but at least it wasn't a giant daunting sea.
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Bronze Urudith

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06.04.690
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6'4"
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Brown

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Written By: BardlyThere
#18
Wake up. Urudith's words were backed up by the feeling of a firelizard pawing at his head. S'far grumbled and sat up, stretching before reaching over to his night stand to fumble around until he'd illuminated the room. Once the firelizard seemed sure he had his letter it vanished with a puff. Ah, so the Hatching was finally happening. He climbed up to his feet and got dressed, pulling on his clothes so that he could go attend. They had skipped the last one because Urudith did not want to bother with the storm and he couldn't blame the bronze, especially after that lightning strike business. But this one he'd attend to be neighborly and also to get a look at the gold pair that would be coming to Telgar soon.

As much as Urudith didn't want to admit it, he was curious about the new gold too. He'd heard plenty of stories to suggest she was an air headed fool, and while he was willing to cast initial judgement based off of those he did want to get a look for himself to decide. Not that he would be able to determine too much since he doubted he would be properly meeting her during the Hatching, but he could at least see how she conducted herself. So despite the cold and the late hour he didn't grumble or complain as S'far affixed his straps and they set off into the night.

Urudith announced their arrival over Fort before making his way to the Sands, dropping S'far off and finding a comfortable perch to watch from. He was trying to get an initial impression when a dainty gold squeezed in next to him. He slid over slightly to grant her a little more room as he nodded to her. Thallyath and Casa are here as well. Oh that is nice. Maybe I'll say hi after the Hatching. Just try to be polite, old man. Just don't embarrass us with puns. I will do my best not to get egg on my face.

S'far took a look around from his own seat in the stands, but didn't really feel compelled to go socialize. He was mostly here to observe after all and he was still a bit too groggy to be especially sociable. So far things seemed to be going just fine though.
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Bronze Tiberuth

Date of Birth
03.01.720
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6'2"
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Light Brown

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11
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Written By: BardlyThere
#19
At least K'dar hadn't yet fallen asleep when he got word that Malvayth's Hatching was starting. Hopefully Gangleri wouldn't be asleep yet either, but he would deal with that when he arrived in Fort to fetch him and his lady friend. "Tiber! We've got to go." The bronze grumpily stirred, giving his rider a baleful look. That could have been our clutch you know, but you had to anger her. K'dar sighed and rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to go be supportive and we also agreed to give people rides."

It wasn't long before they were both ready and in the sky over Fort Hold and landing as close to the Harper's home as they could so that K'dar could go fetch them. He was greeted at the door by Fret who gave him an irritated chirp before Gangleri appeared, bleary eyed and sleepy, to request that he come in and wait inside while they got ready.

At least it didn't take the two that long to get ready, and once they were bundled up and helped onto Tiberuth and hooked in to his straps they made the short jump to the Weyr. K'dar left them to their own devices, quickly spotting T'ryn and Yfris and going to sit with them. He plopped down next to the lordling with a grin, happy to see he could make it before he looked for his other siblings out on the Sands. Once he spotted Mylorah out there he gave her a frantic wave until she finally saw him and then settled down to keep an eye out for his other adopted siblings as well.
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Written By: BardlyThere
#20
Fret was just so irate about something, some sort of intruder. A quick mental image showed it was just K'dar, so that was fine. Though it was a little late for a visit. Gangleri sat up on the couch, groaning as he trudged to the door to greet the man. "Oh... the Hatching... now? Yes, yes... well give us a moment to get ready, you can wait inside."

He knocked on the main bedroom door where Quilriana was staying, making sure he heard her voice before cracking it open and saying, "The Hatching is starting and K'dar is here. I'm going to go get ready and you should too." Hopefully she would wear the nice dress that Jav- no... that Mylorah had helped him pick out. But even if she didn't he was sure she'd be able to wear it some other time. Really what he truly hoped for most in the world was that there would be klah at the Hatching. Who had the audacity to try and be born at this hour anyway?

Babies in general, he supposed with a grump to himself as he sorted through his clothing to find something suitably dapper and appropriate for such an auspicious occasion. After all, Quil's son was Standing, and if he Impressed he wanted to look his best. And if he didn't, he still wanted to look his best since this was technically an event and dammit, he would never look bad for an event if he could help it.

Gangleri was still fussing over his accessories when Quilriana came and found him. He picked out a tie and was getting it properly knotted around his neck as they walked to meet K'dar for their trip. At least the trip was quick, even though it was far too cold for the finery that he wore, and soon enough he was offering Quilriana his arm so he could walk with her to the stands and find a suitable place to watch her boy. "Ah, is that him there? Should I shout something to catch his attention? Just wave? I don't really remember all of the rules for these, it's been... I'm not actually sure if I've been to one of these before now that I think about it."
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Green Semath

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Written By: ValGal9
#21
L’gan groaned at the early hour, hiding his face in Sariel’s shoulder for a moment. Why were so many hatchings at such ungodly hours? Still, it didn’t take much for the two of them to rouse and get ready after years of training at the Healer Hall. Plus, thanks to Sariel’s night-owl habits they had a small pot of klah kept warm near the fire at most hours. Adding a little water to his, he drank the mug as he dressed quickly, waking up with each sip.

Tying back his hair, he stole a brief kiss from his mate, then turned to grab his kit and make sure everything was ready at the sands. He greeted Malvayth and Cazan politely from a distance, while Semath found a spot to watch from, then went over to the station the Healers had set up, checking in with the others and double-checking the supplies.

Semath was already humming along happily, eager to welcome the new babies from their shells. Hopefully this one would be quick; there weren’t many eggs, and he also hoped they would be in better shape than the other small clutch he’d attended.
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Gold Sedath

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Written By: Pallas
#22
She had been awake for some reason or another when the call came and slipped into her Hatching robe without much delay. Zahrah, not for the first nor the seventh time, wondered if her lifemate was out there. The gold hadn't been terribly receptive to her, so perhaps not.

They lined up, waiting. And when it was time, she greeted Cazan and Malvayth before settling in a spot on the Sands to wait for what might come, good or bad.

She did scan the arriving crowd as well, hoping to see familiar faces but right now was for Malvayth and Cazan's eggs. It was their time to shine.
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Written By: Pallas
#23
Elloren woke at the first excited voice and carefully pulled on her catching robe. She was there and she hadn't had much time with the eggs themselves but maybe this what how it was meant to be this time. What with the terrible touching and nearly being slapped but Malvayth's tail, she hoped so much that it would be a good Hatching.

Even a quiet one, if there was a chance. But then again, quiet hatchings seemed fairly rare.

Mildly quiet, then.
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Written By: Pallas
#24
Meryem had said she was going to the Hatching and she'd never gone back on her word, so she showed up, dressed in Haper blues, her eyes everywhere. She carried a sketchbook in case she found a moment she felt like using it. The unusual hour was a usual of hers, so she wasn't as sleepy as some might be.

There they were, all on the sands waiting for something to happen. Meryem had sat herself about at the middle of the pack of people now easing their way in. It afforded her a decent view, unblocked, of most of the proceedings.

That would do splendidlly.
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Written By: Jenn
#25
It was the worst possible time for a hatching to start he was pretty sure. It was the middle of the damned night and Landen groaned as he fussed with his blankets. He thumped the bed a few times, legs kicking and body wiggling before Pie finally had enough and the blue scolded him harshly. "Fine," he muttered and got up. It didn't matter to him that he was one of the last to get up and shove his body into robes and feet into boots. Late night hatchings were terrible.

Pie settled neatly on his shoulder as the candidate made his way towards the hatching sands, sauntering with as much confidence as he always had and Landen's eyes wandered around the area. He saw Zoremet off with Zelana and the candidate grinned, maybe Zor did like big titted women and he just didn't know it. Landen was still chuckling when he tossed Pie up in the rafters of the sands and took his place.
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Written By: KiTelli
#26
Three brown firelizards dove and whirled about his head, chittering excitedly. Rudi and Shard each fought for a perch on his shoulder, bickering between the two of them, while Handsome scolded both of them from a safe distance. The two not belonging to him had each come with a note: The Hatching at Fort was under way!

Gathering Zarel in a blanket, he sent Handsome off to find their ride, who met them in the bowl. With a gentle shove, he helped settle the still-sleepy but slowly rousing girl up in front of the rider, while he settled in behind.

The ride there was easy, and the dragon and rider landed them daintily in the Bowl at Fort. Bidding the green and her rider thanks and determining where they’d meet the pair after the Hatching, Alekse yawned and stretched mightily, still trying to shake off his sleepiness. The two followed the growing crowd into the Hatching grounds, and Zarel, now wide awake, towed Alekse by the hand up toward some decent seats, close to an aisle so that they could have as unobstructed a view as possible without being in the front row.

Shushing their small fair of firelizards and warning them to behave, Alekse passed Shard over to Zarel, where the brown promptly curled himself around the girl’s neck, and the other two settled, one on each shoulder. All eyes of their little group scanned the sands below, eagerly watching and waiting.
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Written By: Insulting Truths
#27
Quilriana was relieved when the knock came and Gangleri told her the Hatching was starting. She had been quietly anxious, doing her best not to alert the brothers to her nerves, the last several days. She knew from all of the events in the past few years that the Hatching was roughly a week after the Touching but this one had gone days past that estimation. Now the moment was upon them and the nerves doubled and fear started to creep in.

Needing something to focus on, Quilriana took her time slipping into the dress Gangleri had bought for her. She’d tried her best to get him to return it, insisting she didn’t need anything and especially not something so lovely but he was stubborn when he wanted to be. She smoothed a hand down her front and then brushed out her hair, tying it at her neck to keep it free of her face and somewhat presentable.

As soon as she stepped out of the room and saw Gangleri all gussied up, she managed a smile and compliment for him before K’dar was whisking them off to the Weyr. They settled in and Quilriana laughed as she smacked his arm playfully. “Don’t you dare. You’ll embarrass, rules or not. But mostly you should keep quiet so you don’t startle the hatchlings.” They were already a bit unfocused and easily spooked. She didn’t want to think about what would happen with excess noise.

After Quinvalis finally glanced in their direction and Quilriana smiled and waved, mouthing she loved him and was proud of him, he looked away and she took a sobbing breath. “I’m scared, Gangleri. My baby nearly died a year ago and now he’s out there again.” She wouldn’t cry, however. Quinvalis needed her to be strong and she was determined to give him that.

Luckily, her son kept glancing toward someone and Quilriana tried her best to figure out which girl it was—because it was definitely a girl with that look. “Which girl do you think it is that has captured my son’s attention?” She was still worried but this mystery was a good distraction.
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Bronze Xyxyth

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Written By: Insulting Truths
#28
It was nearing dawn in Ista but A’tay was still asleep. Xyxyth heard the Weyrleader’s dragon’s announcement of the Fort Hatching and gently nudged his own rider awake. A’tay had siblings and Zelly Standing! They definitely couldn’t be late, especially since they had to find Lazerat. Rise and shine! The Hatching is starting!

A’tay bolted awake despite that gentle nudging and nodded as he stumbled out of bed. He took a moment to stretch and wake up a bit more before sending the note he had written for Lazerat a while ago off with Shadow. The man had promised he wouldn’t hop on any ships until after the Hatching as he didn’t want to miss Zelly’s first time Standing and her possible Impression.

With that taken care of, A’tay dressed and geared up Xyxyth before heading down to the Hold and to the meeting spot previously arranged with Lazerat. He ended up waiting a short time but he wasn’t too worried about it but was relieved when the holder finally showed up. He waved off apologies and soon they were landing at Fort Weyr.

Xyxyth happily joined a ledge that had some friends, taking Shadow with him, and A’tay escorted Lazerat over to the area where he saw a portion of his family. He explained some of the basics as they moved, keeping an eye on his siblings and Zelly in case they happened to glance their way. Once they were settled in, he introduced Lazerat to everyone and then finally saw Mylorah pointing them out to Zelana and Zoremet. He smiled and waved with only a bit of nerves settling in. He loved Hatchings but there was always a danger to them—which he knew first hand!—and now he had so many people out there to worry about even as he cheered them on.
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Written By: Insulting Truths
#29
Lazerat was a bit overwhelmed to be honest. He’d seen some of Ista Weyr but Fort was a lot larger—not that he could see much in the dark—but the Hatching Ground was amazing. It was huge and full of people standing around the eggs—large eggs as well!—and a lot of people lining the benches to watch this event. He’d always heard about how big of a deal Hatchings could be but he didn’t quite believe it until now.

He followed along behind A’tay, taking it all in and nodding at the knowledge being shared but wasn’t quite absorbing it just yet. Poor kid was going to be peppered with questions that he had already answered but there was just so much. And now there were names and faces to remember! Normally he was great at this sort of thing but he wasn’t quite awake and in a new environment and trying not to embarrass his sister when she was pointed out and he smiled brightly. He cocked his head to the side when he noticed her companions. New friends? The blonde boy looked a lot like the blondes he was currently surrounded by so probably a brother of A’tay’s? Hopefully he could see her after the Hatching and maybe her friends as well.

He exchanged a few more gestures with his sister, making her laugh a bit, before finally settling down and trying to focus on his new companions while asking a random question here and there when one struck him.
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Gold Malvayth

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Written By: BardlyThere
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Cazan was glad that there was still quite the turnout of candidates, even though Malvayth was quite unsure about it. Some of them were a little too close for her liking but with everyone watching she really didn't want to be a horrible villain. So she did her best to pretend to be someone cool and collected who know how to handle things, like her mother, and just stuck close to Yanth as she waited and watched with a mix of eager excitement and anxiety.

One of the eggs began to wobble a bit more vigorously and Cazan held her breath for a moment as she watched it before turning to the stands to make sure that T'ryn and Yfris were also watching as she gave it a vague point. She felt silly, of course everyone could see the eggs wobble and shake, that was why they were all here! They hardly needed her to point them out. Mal looked over at Quinvalis, pleased to see that he had decided to still come after all. The tip of her tail twitched over so slightly as an egg caught her eye and it slowly began to crack. She turned to give Yanth an excited nuzzle, their babies were coming!

As soon as it popped open and a delicate green head popped up, Mal forgot her initial anxieties, pleased and proud to see the dark faced green peering around curiously. Green 1 took her time at first, creeping from the shell slowly before trotting over to a group of candidates, peering at them curiously before turning and darting away. She circled a different group before finally creeping up behind one boy in particular, nudging him with her nose and chirping in delight when he jumped.

Another egg began to wobble and crack then, this time a blue tumbling out. Blue 1 seemed content to stay near his egg for a moment, carefully scanning the field of candidates before locking eyes with one of them and casually strolling over to meet his boy.

While those two were being settled in the egg with the dent in it began to shake furiously, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface until it practically exploded and brown 1 spilled out with a panicked roar. He took off running as soon as he was out, charging straight towards a group of boys and hissing and slashing at everyone to try to clear them out and away from his specific target.

Egg 4 - Green 1
Egg 2 - Blue 1
Egg 11 - Brown 1 to ??
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