Delayed Nighttime Hatching (Isath & Raynith)

[Houka Ryuu]

(OOC: Okay, I got permission from Faizah to start the Hatching. Really sorry for the delay. IC-wise, this Hatching is a few weeks late so everyone, dragons included, would be tense with waiting for the Hatching to occur.)

IC Date: September 11, 2011
IC Time: Around 6:00 pm
IC Setting: The sun has already set and it is nighttime with an almost full moon up in the sky. Remember that the nights have become chilly so dress appropriately.

Nakia and Kumiko can be seen pacing near their dragons in the Hatching Sands for the clutch of their respective dragons, Green-Gold Isath and Green Raynith, have yet to hatch. It has been a few weeks since the time for the hatching was supposed to have happened but both clutches had remained dormant with the eggs continually hardening on the sands. And then, finally, it started, as one egg and another started to rock on its mound of sand. Green-Gold Isath and Green Raynith simultaneously called for everyone especially the Candidates for their children have finally decided to emerge into the world at last. Both dragons began humming to their clutches as they encouraged the dragonets inside to hatch from their eggs.

(OOC: Sorry for the briefness of the post but I just wanted to start the hatching. Hope that's fine with everybody. Not sure where in the Hatching Sands the clutches are located, but just say where your Candidate has opted to stand in front of. Green-Gold Isath's clutch or Green Raynith's clutch.)

Green Raynith x Blue Tardith
4 Eggs
One stolen
Green Jimith Impresses Prinella (ANPC)

Candidates Standing

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Green-Gold Isath x Blue Brynath
15 Eggs
Three stolen
Brown Chimera Pheronth Impresses Mercedes (ANPC)
Brown Chimera Rakymath Impresses A'ir (Houka Ryuu)
Green Chimera Cioeth Impresses Tiffanie (shadowreine)
Blue Fogleth Impresses Akira (froggie92)
Green Listhiath Impresses Blanche (ANPC)
Green Chimera Impresses Evander (PhazonDragon)
Blue Useckoth Impresses Brittany (Wolfayne)

Candidates Standing
Spencer (NPC), Rohrym (NPC)

[PhazonDragon]

Having just finished dinner, the local Scotsman of the weyr was walking back to his room. He felt the need to curl up with a good science fiction book to take his mind of of how the hatching could be any hour now. Evander bit his lip, a flurry of thoughts running through his mind. He debated on reading, or watching a tried and true favorite episode, along with humming to whatever beat was in his head. It was a single tone, and rather faint, but it was there. Evander shrugged it off, only to have a pair of dragons call into his mind, telling him that the hatching was going to start. Eyes wide, the candidate darted down the rest of the hallway, into his room, and already started to throw on on the candidate robe that was provided to him.

Shaking off his dress shoes, Evander pushed his feet into the sandals as well, though he debated about that. It was getting colder and colder as the nights got longer, so the sandals might leave his feet cold, despite the sands that he would be waiting on. Despite that, Evander frowned. He didn’t have time to worry about that. He had to get to the sands, and finally get to experience the event that he had wanted to experience for a long time. Not to mention that he would continue to work on figuring out how Impression worked.

Evander made his way to the hatching sands, stepping into the welcome warm area, and looked around. He was one of the first to show up to the hatching. The Scot looked to the dragons that were hovering over their shaking clutches. One was a green, the other a green/gold mix. While he didn’t have a reference really, Evander did come to Stand for Isath’s clutch. The Scot remembered his manners, bowing to Raynith and Isath, before inching closer to the larger of the two clutches. “Eveneng, Green Isath,” he complimented the dragon.

[ooc: To Nakia/Isath]

Though the dragon-rider pair was anxious to see the eggs hatch, they couldn't wait around in the hatching sands. Hy'ka finished off his dinner quickly, having opted to eat by himself so he could be in and out of the dining hall in a matter of minutes, the bluerider shoved the last bit of of the chicken into his mouth, and promptly stood up. I'm on my way, Brynath. Meet me in the weyr bowl, okay? he asked his dragon, knowing the blue would be glad to have his hide washed and oiled before the weather turned to cold.

I am waiting, Hy'ka, the dragon responded, exiting the weyr to fly down to the weyr bowl, waiting for his rider.

Hy'ka dropped off his plates and silverware by the kitchen, and was out of the hall in a flash. As he approached the blue dragon, the rider became aware of a distinct humming. "Brynath...?" he started to ask, cocking his head to stare up at the dragon. "Are you... humming? Dare I say it...?" Hy'ka gave a little cough, and nimbly climbed up the dragon's foreleg to sit on his back. "I know what that humming means! The hatching! Let's not wait any longer, you giant blue wherry."

Wherry...? Brynath snorted, I didn't just stuff my face with food. He lifted his wings, still humming, and took off for the short glide to the hatching sands. The blue carried his rider to the sands, landing inside, since he was the father of one of the clutches (that gave him special privileges!), and lowered himself so Hy'ka could climb off. Though he and Isath's rider weren't on the best of terms, Brynath liked the company of Isath. Once Hy'ka was off, Brynath approached the green-gold, admiring the eggs that were nestled in the sands. They are hatching.

[FaizahPandora]

Faizah was late... As the Weyrwoman she should have been one of the first there. Instead she was somewhat stuck in the kitchens, helping with the last minute preparations for the hatching. She cut meat as fast as she could, but was forced to slow down after slicing the tip of her nail a little to close for comfort.


Nakia noticed the landing of Brynath and the dismounting of his rider Hy'ka. She also noticed her four flitters landing on Isath's back. As Nakia watched the green gold welcomed the blue green Brynath closer to her. Her utter calm hinted at the gold half being in control currently.


Kain walked calmly into the sands. He was in no hurry. And he noticed a Candidate had arrived before him. He smiled at the boy and wished him luck. Then he took his seat, wondering where Faizah was.


Kumiko stood next to Raynith, watching as the precious eggs rocked. She wondered what would hatch from them. She smiled as she came to the conclusion that it really didn't matter!

[Houka Ryuu]

Candidate Adair
Adair was in the dining hall eaiting his dinner with Finder and his still recuperating wolf cub whom he had named, Ryoushi. Adair had heard the word used by someone and he liked the sound of it. Of course, he didn't know that the name Ryoushi, which is in Japanese, actually meant hunter in English. He has taken to bringing Ryoushi along with him so that he knows that Ryoushi was safe. At the moment, Ryoushi was napping on his lap while he ate dinner and with Finder perched on his right shoulder.

Adair was just finishing up the rest of his meal when Finder started humming along with the sending of two voices into his mind about the hatching which has started and that the Candidates should get themselves over into the Hatching Sands . Adair didn't waste too much time pondering what needed to be done since he has been ever ready to dash towards the Hatching Sands at any given moment. He did put away the dirty dishes before he made his way as fast a possible back to his room.

Once in his room, he made straight for Ryoushi's bed and gently deposited the sleeping pup on it. He hoped that Ryoushi would remain sleeping for he wasn't sure how long the Hatching would occur. Before Finder could go Between Adair commanded the blue flit to stay with the sleeping wolf cub and keep Ryoushi company should the pup wake up before Adair could come back.

Finder grumbled a little at being told to stay in the room, but he understood the reason behind the command and settled around the sleeping pup. He'll keep the pup company and make sure that Adair knows should the pup wake any time soon. However, Finder didn't cease with the humming that heralded the start of a Hatching.

Once Adair was sure that Finder would stay behind, he dashed back out to run towards the Hatching Sands. At the room just before the entrance of the Hatching Sands, Adair ducked inside to get into one of the White Candidate robes. He didn't bother to change his clothes and instead had the Candidate robes over his actual clothes. Having come from Pern, he was used to the chill night air and didn't need too much layers on him. He even changed into the sandals that were meant for Candidates to wear during Hatchings. Dressed appropriately for a Hatching, Adair ducked back outside of the room and into the Hatching Sands.

As he entered the Hatching Sands, he noticed that he was not the first one to arrive. He also noticed the two clutches that were close to hatching. As Adair passed by Green Raynith's clutch, he paid his respects by bowing towards her and then her rider. Since he couldn't see the sire for Raynith's clutch, Adair moved on. When he reached Green-Gold Isath's clutch, Adair gave a more respectful bow towards her for she, in Adair's opinion, was half a Gold and was due more respect. "Thank you for this privilege." Adair said by way of greeting the Green-Gold dragon as he stood up from his bow. Then he turned towards the sire, Blue-Green Brynath, and also bowed a greeting. Once those were over, he went to stand near Green-Gold Isath's clutch.

As Adair waited for the other Candidates to arrive, he wondered which cluch of eggs would hatch first and if one of those would be his long awaited partner. As he silently mused, he noticed the Weyrleader and gave the man a brief bow of greeting. He couldn't see where the Weyrwoman was, but he hoped that she would arrive before the eggs hatched.

[shadowreine]

It was time. It was finally time. The Pernese had been worried, the eggs were apparently a little late...

Tiffanie held herself to a decorous walk, the white robe an unfamiliar garment. It was, apparently, Pernese tradition that the Candidates should be identically clad in loose white garb. So the dragonets would not be distracted.

She also suspected it to have the practical value of helping keep Candidates cool on sands designed to harden eggs. Dragon eggs required heat to incubate, like bird eggs, and as she stepped out onto the sands that heat hit her like a blow, a blow of rich warmth that staggered her. Ditz appeared from Between a moment later.

"Ditz. Go home." She'd been training the green. The firelizard squawked, circling her. "I mean it. You might get eaten by a mad momma dragon if you don't." The shooing gestures earned some result, but the young green, rather than leaving, flew up into the stands and perched on the back of one of the chairs.

Tiffanie decided it would have to do. She was a good way from either Isath's maw or Raynith's, and that was the girl's primary concern. The idea of losing Ditz, as annoying as she was, was distinctly painful.

Two clutches of eggs. Two mothers. The difference between the two truly escaped her, except that one clutch was far smaller than the other. Green Raynith guarded only four eggs. If they were all hatching, then she doubted it mattered. She dropped a curtsey to *both* dragon queens, then positioned herself rather closer to Raynith's clutch, but not on the far side of it. She did not want to go too far from the larger clutch with more chances, but it seemed *everyone* was congregating there.

Raynith might get insulted!

[Houka Ryuu]

Brownrider Y'ume & Brown Firenth

Y'ume and Firenth had just popped from Between as they came back from Pern along with a few likely Candidates for the hardening clutches in the Hatching Sands. There were three of them currently with him, Rohrym who was Pernese and is their first time Betweening to another planet. And then there are Spencer McCarty and Blanche Clare Wagner both of whom had been Searched for a clutch at Pern but since they haven't Impressed yet, they are now trying their luck back on Earth in Rocky Weyr. He let the three Candidates get down first for they all could hear the humming from within the Hatching Sands even as they alighted in the Weyrbowl.

Blanche - NPC Female Candidate from Earth
Blanche was the first to get down being the closest to the Brown dragon's forelegs which were stretched out to help them all dismount. When she got down, she was itching to go but she had never been to Rocky Weyr so she thought it prudent to wait for the Searchrider to show the way. Looking back and up to the other Candidates still making their way down the dragon's leg, she shouted, "Come on! Hurry up! I don't want to be late!" as she waited for the others to come down.

Spencer - NPC Male Candidate from Earth
Spencer rolled his eyes as he heard Blanche spurring them along. He was almost tempted to be vindictive and take his time getting down on the ground. But he also didn't want to be late so he made as fast a phase as possible and got down just as fast as Blanche had. As he looked back, he noticed that the last Candidate was just a step behind him. Spencer hastily got out of the way so that the other Candidate had room when he got down.

Rohrym - NPC Male Candidate from Pern
Much as Rohrym had been excited to see the strange structures, hearing the humming had urged him to hurry along. Therefore, as soon as the Candidate in front of him made their way down towards the ground, Rohrym was just one step behind that person. When he finally reached the ground, he hoped that the Searchrider would hurry along as well.

Brownrider Y'ume & Brown Firenth
We could have alighted inside the Hatching Sands you know. Firenth informed His just as all of the Candidates had gotten off and waiting down on the Weyrbowl.

That's true, so why did you land here instead? Y'ume silently asked his partner as he followed the last Candidate down to the ground. The other Candidates, Y'ume noticed, were itching to get themselves to the Hatching Sands but they didn't know the way.

Because this is where you told me to come out of Between, Rider-Mine. was Firenth's ready reply. It'll be easier for you to lead the way that have all of you scrambling back up. So, I'll go ahead of you, Mine. Firenth told His as he launched back up into the sky to watch his first ever dragon hatching in Rocky Weyr.

Y'ume sent his assent at Firenth's proposed tactic. So, as Firenth was taking off, Y'ume had faced the three Candidates that he had brought along and said, "Well now folks, there's a Hatching waiting for us. Follow me." as he got in front of them and led the way to the Hatching Sands.

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Finally, Y'ume and his group of Candidates reached the room before the entrance to the Hatching Sands. Turning back to his charges he said as he gestured to the room, "Duck in there and get yourselves a Candidate robe and sandals please." He then waited outside of the changing room. It didn't take long for the three Candidates to get their Candidate robes on and to change into the sandals that were for use during Hatchings.

Once more Y'ume lead the way, but it didn't take long before all of the entered the Hatching Sands. The Candidates separated from him and going towards the clutches that they wanted to stand at. Y'ume watched as the two male Candidates veered off to give their respects to Green-Gold Isath and stand for her clutch while the third Candidate payed her respect to Green Raynith and stood for her clutch. Having seen that the Candidates he brought were settled in waiting for the Hatching, Y'ume now made his way towards the Stands were he can sit and comfortably watch the proceedings.

I see that you have made it in time, Mine. Firenth said as Y'ume managed to find a seat near Isath's clutch. Y'ume didn't even bother to reply as he waited for the eggs to hatch.

[PhazonDragon]

Aricoth’s steady humming was what made Ku’rt look up from his spot at the desk. “Is that the hatching, Aricoth?” he wondered, standing up, and setting down the scroll in his hands. The blue let out a low rumble in response, and the rider nodded. “It’s about time! Shall we go down to the sands? I know you would like to be there... And I want to watch,” he grinned, grabbing his riding jacket from the coat hanger by the door. “Luna! Would you like to come too?” Ku’rt’s eyes darted around the room as he looked for the green fire lizard.

Not a moment too soon, the flitter winked in from between, humming loudly. “Yes, yes, I know. Aricoth told me. You can come. I’m sure Aricoth would like it if you showed him what all the dragonets looked like,” he assured the green as he pulled on the riding jacket. It was getting a little chilly out at night, and he wanted to be warm. Ku’rt held out his arm, and Luna circled down to perch on it, still humming. “Alright, let’s go, you two.” Holding onto Luna, Ku’rt crossed over into Aricoth’s side of the weyr. The blue was swaying lightly, his milky white eyes focused on nothing. “Aricoth.”

At his name, the blue lowered himself, his eyes still staring straight ahead at nothing. Will you hurry, Ku’rt? The hatching is starting... I don’t want to miss a single egg, Aricoth protested. It is Isath’s clutch that is hatching right? Oh, and Raynith’s clutch? he asked, head tilted a tad as he listened to the dragons that were already present at the hatching sands. While Aricoth occupied himself with talking with the other dragons, Ku’rt was busy climbing onto the blue’s back.

“Okay, I’m ready, Aricoth. And yes, it is Isath and Raynith that have clutches. You are correct. Oh, hold on Luna...” Ku’rt bent over the back of Aricoth as the blue started forward, with the help of images from the green fire lizard, and reached the edge of the weyr shelf. Aricoth spread his wings, no longer splinted from the Flight months ago, and pushed off. He beat his wings a number of times to gain enough altitude so that he wasn’t in danger of hitting anything. On Ku’rt’s arm, Luna was hunched over, shaking with the force of the wind.

The blue quickly reached the hatching sands, and with the guidance of Ku’rt and Luna, touched down in a relatively open area of the stands. Ku’rt slipped off of the dragon’s back, affectionately rubbing his leg, and took a seat next to the dragon. He wasn’t about to leave his dragon behind, especially since the blue didn’t have use of his eyes. Both Luna and Aricoth continued to hum, and Ku’rt’s dark green eyes trailed over the sands as he watched the candidates enter. Eggs from each of the clutches continued to rock as the dragonets inside responded to the humming created by their elders.

Having not planned on attending the dragon hatching, Keltin was just getting up, and getting ready for working with Keltisk for the night when the humming of the dragons distracted him. The hatching... Was starting. Keltin rolled his eyes. He didn’t plan to attend, since it normally would be during the day, but the lateness of this clutch made him wonder. The wher handler might as well. It had been a while since he had last attended a hatching, and life on Earth wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be. He didn’t have much to do in the way of protecting the weyr. Even Keltisk got bored sometimes.

The brown wher looked up from where he was standing, waiting for directions from the handler. Bored? Keltisk turned in a circle, similar in fashion to a dog, and walked up close to Keltin. What you mean? His light-sensitive eyes swirled gentle greens as he nosed his handler’s arm.

“I... Never mind. Would you like to go to the hatching? I’m going, but you and I can be outside. It’s dark, so it wouldn’t be too bad. There would be lights inside the sands, yes, but outside isn’t bad...” he muttered, repeating himself on accident. It was hard to talk to a wher that acted like it only understood every other word that came out of your mouth. “Well, no. Anyway. Ignore that. Come on, we’re going to the hatching. We’ll be outside. Like Pern’s proper watchwhers.”

That good. Keltisk followed Keltin as the wher handler picked up a jacket, and left the quarters. The pair traveled through the dimly-lit hallways to get outside, where the full moon was rising into the sky. They took the long way around, to the weyr bowl, and together stood close to the entrance of the weyr. Close enough to hear what was going on at the hatching, but far enough away that the artificial light wouldn’t be a pain to their sensitive eyes.

[ooc: To Adair]

Not long after Evander made it onto the sands, did other candidates as well as spectators file in. Not yet had Faizah shown up, which was relatively bad... Shouldn’t the weyrwoman be here to watch the hatching? After all, the rider of Isath was her... Sister, was it not? The Scot frowned at this, but noticing how the rest of the gathered residents were relatively happy, despite the late hour, he did his best to lighten his smile. The weyrleader was quick to show up, and wished Evander good luck. He dipped his head in response. “Thank ye, weyrleader,” Evander finished as Kain walked away.

It wasn’t long before Evander was joined by another candidate for Isath’s clutch. Or rather, a candidate that was nearer to Isath’s than Raynith’s. He recognized the boy, Adair. He was around Evander’s age, and evidently from Pern. That instantly made him that much more interesting to talk to. However, Adair wasn’t exactly the talkative type, was he? Keeping an eye on the eggs, Evander shuffled to the side, coming up on his fellow candidate. “Adair, wis et? Ye be standeng for Isath’s clutch tae?” the candidate asked his peer. “From Pern, are ye not? Hou come ye came tae Earth? Whit’s sae special aboot this place?”

* * *

He felt safe in the cover of the shadows. He timed it right, and he and his dragon slipped out of between just as the last of the sun’s rays melted into the distance. He patted the neck of the bronze beneath him. Their timing was wonderful, except for a little thing that tarted to build in the back of the bronze’s throat. He started humming. “Nechuth...?” he started to ask, tilting his head and looking down at the dragon that he was riding on. “Are you... humming?”

I am. The bronze slowed his wing beats, and with the guidance of his rider’s better eyesight, lowered himself to the ground of the weyr bowl. It seems... That the hatching has started. There are dragons and riders gathering at the sands, and there are a lot of people rushing around. We seem to be late, wouldn’t you say? Nechuth asked, his bright blue-green eyes turning to look at his rider. He paced lightly, avoiding the wher that was near the entrance. Would you like to stick around, D’cian?

“Maybe we’re not too late?” the tall, darkly-dressed man observed. “Why don’t we watch? And where are the other two?” D’cian held on as the bronze took to the sky again, lifting himself up and gliding over to the stands the surrounded the hatching grounds. Nechuth landed gently on the spectator stands, his eyes peering down in the lit area of the sands, watching the rocking eggs. He picked out a few that looked to be first favorites, and D’cian raised an eyebrow. “Already? So quickly... And you’re right... They are hatching. This... was not planned. This is not right.” He swung his leg off of the bronze dragon’s back, and climbed down to stand on his own two feet.

The bronze grumbled. Yes, already. I like those. They would be good, he confirmed, watching his rider out of the corner of his eye. You would have to act fast, no? the bronze continued to hum, though it was clear he was getting as flustered as his rider.

[FaizahPandora]

Prinella

A green rider from Benden Weyr came from between in the hatching grounds. The pair landed far from the mothers of the clutch to let down their single Candidate. Prinella, weyrbred and having failed to Impress at three Benden hatchings, was trying her luck at an Earth clutch. She slid gracefully down the green foreleg. She was already wearing the Candidate white robe and sandals, and then looked around as the green pair took off. She saw the two different clutches and took a stand at the smaller of them. There was only one single Candidate over there as is. The Green mother might lash out if Candidates didn't Stand for her children as well.

Faizah and Surth

Faizah finally managed to get out of the kitchens and ran to the sands. She was severally out of breath and had a stitch in her side, but she was there before any eggs had hatched. She was glad... It wouldn't look very good if the Weyrwoman missed a hatching.

Faizah took her seat next to Kain, who rubbed her back while she caught her breath. She smiled at her friend as she saw Surth taking a perch above them. It wasn't like the giant white was alone. Gorth was up there with him. She smiled at her partner, reminded by the hatching about her own Impression to the white.

[shadowreine]

Too many girls, S'tor thought as Ryath touched down on the ledges above. He sent a quick mental thought to his partner, just a touch...it sometimes seemed that the bit over a turn since he had Impressed the brown was his lifetime, not just Ryath's.

Candidates, gathering around two clutches...some had even approached the paltry four eggs the ordinary green guarded.

Fertile greens, girls Impressing blues and even, possibly, browns. What next. If a girl Impressed a bronze...no. He could never see that happening, not a bronze dragon anyway. His young firelizard was a shoulder ornament, letting his small bronze voice join the hum of the dragons.

So far, the eggs were shaking and shivering, but he saw no cracks in any of them. They were late, and he did think it would serve this excuse for a Weyr right had they all turned out to be duds. "So, bets," he turned to a rider nearby. "That every single one of those Candidates has picked the wrong clutch to stand near."

The Earthians, apparently, had a saying called 'Murphy's Law'.

[Dragonmage]

To S'tor and any who want to respond

Sasath had been on pins and needles waiting for the clutches to hatch. The female blue was getting proddy and even her rider's reassurances that the sands would be available when she needed them were doing little to calm her. If a dragon could dance a jig, Sasath would have as the hatching hum started to swell in her throat. The eggs weren't duds and she would go see them hatch. The Weyr could finally relax and stop worrying about the babies in their eggs. Even as her hum deepened, she called to her rider, excitement clear in her mindvoice.

Nocia, the eggs are hatching! They aren't dead and we have to see them!

Nocia dropped her fork onto an almost empty plate of chicken and dumplings at her dragon's words. The entire Weyr had been fussing about the overdue eggs and whether the dragonets inside were dead because of the long time they'd spent on the Sands. Even a couple days overdue was cause for concern back on Pern and these were a few weeks. She shoved her chair back and jumped to her feet, leaving her plate completely behind. It could always be cleared later. There was no such thing as a contest between finishing dinner and going to see the Hatching.

I'm coming Sasath. Just let me get out of the dining hall and we can be on our way.

Nocia ran out of the dining, dodging others who had been eating when the summons came. If she knew Sasath, the female blue would be on the ground already, waiting for her and dancing with impatience. Nocia was proven correct and she had hardly fastened the straps before Sasath was airborne and heading for the Stands. The blue wasted no time in dropping through the dragon tunnel and let Nocia off the stands near a weyrling who looked rather displeased with the proceedings and said something about the wrong clutch to stand near.

"Why do you say that?"

[Houka Ryuu]

Candidate Adair

Adair had noticed his fellow Candidate shuffling closer to him. In the time that he's been here on Earth, Adair hasn't had a chance to get to socialize all that much with his fellow Candidates. This particular fellow that was currently conversing with him was kind of hard to understand. To Adair, the other lad seemed to be speaking in a whole different language entirely.
Adair silently puzzled out what the other lad just told him, giving the other the impression that Adair just might not answer at all. At last, when Adair finally understood what was said, Adair nodded as he said, "Yes, I'm Adair. And yes, I decided to Stand for Green-Gold Isath's clutch." After a pause, he continued with, "Yes, Pernese. Rode a-dragonback Between." He paused once more and with a shrug of his shoulders added, "Nothing special, except for a Hatching."

Adair wasn't about to tell anyone that he only came to Earth just to Impress. True, the place took some getting used to, and Adair kind of liked the fact that he need not have to fear Thread on Earth. And to be truthful, Adair is having second thoughts about wanting to go back to Pern. Hopefully if he does Impress, his dragon would want to stay here on Earth as well. And besides, there was also Lesla to think about. The girl so needs him as her "elder brother" and get the lass to spend more time with other folks. And as if that thought conjured her, Adair saw noticed her seating in the Stands behind him. He turned to give a smile and a wave at her.


Weyrling Lesla & Green Houkath
Lesla was on her way down to the dining hall to eat dinner. Houkath was currently napping back in their weyr. Seichou has done wonders in becoming the ears for Houkath. That's why, most of the time, Seichou now spent his time with Houkath instead of with her for he relayed all that he hears to Houkath. Lesla still puzzles over the fact that Houkath can't hear anything except for her own thoughts and that of her flits. At least Houkath can hear me and she can now talk back unlike before where she's so silent like a mute. Lesla mused silently to herself.

She had just reached the dining hall when two voices isinuated themselves into her mind, and her flits, Zeus and Lovely started humming. She knew what was about and it certainly meant that dinner would have to wait, unfortunately. Therefore, she turned back and headed for the Hatching Sands instead following about her two flits. She idly wondered if Seichou would drag Houkath out of her nap to attend the hatching. When she finally arrived there, she noticed a crowd had decided to just stay near the entrance. Lesla silently excused herself and trying to get through the entrance without the crowd noticing her. Her flits had already abandoned her by that time in their excitement and had flown ahead to perch themselves on a rafter overlooking the clutches with eggs rocking in their mounds.

Meanwhile back in the weyr, Seichou had heard and felt the humming coming from the Hatching Sands. He roused Houkath and sent her images about what's about to happen. He himself wanted to attend, but he didn't want to leave her in the weyr which was why he was trying to make his big cousin to move and go to the Hatching Sands where the hatching was to occur.

Houkath blinked open an eyelid and looked at an excited brown flit. She has finally been able to speak back to Hers and used this ability on the flit, Seichou, I'm trying to take a nap here. What's got you so excited? she sleepily complained. She was given an answer in the form of rocking eggs in the Hatching Sands. This got her interested for she has never attended those since she and Hers got here. Okay, I'm up. We'll go and watch. Maybe Mine is already there. Houkath told Seichou as she got up and stretched her body. She let Seichou perch on top her head as they pushed their way through the canvas to get outside the weyr.

With a pump of her wings, she launched herself into the sky letting Seichou tell her if he heard anyone near her flying space. It didn't take long and the pair landed on a ridge with other dragons who were already there. Settling down to watch, Houkath just nodded a greeting at the others there and hoped that none of them would try and talk to her for she still couldn't talk back to them even if she wanted to. She looked for Hers and found Hers easily enough. With a happy thought, she sent to Hers, I see you, Rider-Mine!

Lesla had managed to get through the crowd by the door without any mishap and found a seat for herself. For some reason, she found herself seated at the Stands near Green-Gold Isath's and definitely got a good view to see Adair, her so-called "brother". She had given to the inevitable and treated Adair as she would if he really was her older brother. Besides, life in the weyr was so much more better after Adair's arrival. Seeing Adair smile and wave at her, Lesla couldn't help but wave and smile back. It was then that she heard Houkath.

After waving at Adair, Lesla looked up trying to spot Houkath. I see you too Love. Lesla sent back happily. After a pause, she asked, You sure you'll be fine there with the other dragons? Lesla couldn't help but worry. Even though Houkath can finally communicate fine enough with her, her beloved Green was still deaf and mute to the rest of the world.

I'll be fine. Houkath replied back as she settled to watch the hatching. And because she was deaf and mute to the world, Houkath was not among the dragons that raised their voices to hum in encouragement during hatchings. However, she could feel Seichou humming for he was still sitting on the top of her head and she felt his body as he joined his own voice to the humming that filled the Hatching Sands.


Greenrider S'ael and Green Zenyth
S'ael and Zenyth popped into existence from Between on a darkened sky with only the moon to light their way. The pair had never been good with timing it accurately and S'ael wasn't sure where the others were. However, he had other worries to worry for as soon as they arrived, Zenyth had started to hum. Just their luck to arrive at a time that the eggs were Hatching. "Are we still going to do this?" S'ael asked his dragon.

Yes since the others are still here. Zenyth replied as she spotted Bronze Nechuth in the shadows. She liked the idea of being in the shadows herself and angled to land under a sort of overhang that gave of plenty of shadow to hide her and Hers from prying eyes. Incidentally, her chosen spot was close to one of the clutches that held fewer eggs in them.

Talking more softly in a whisper, S'ael said appreciatively, "This is a nice place to stay hidden and hopefully unnoticed, Zen." as he gave his dragon a loving pat by her neck. "If you see the others, let them know that we are here." he added as he swung his legs and got down to land softly on the sands.

Zenyth grumbled at being called Zen but she readily complied with Hers' orders and contacted Nechuth. Nechuth, Mine wishes to tell Yours that me and Mine are here. Zenyth sent even as she hummed joining her voice with the other dragons and flits that were already humming. But even in the excitement of a Hatching, she and Hers never forgot what they were here for.

[froggie92]

Candidate Akira - (towards Isath)

Akira was out walking around the weyr when she saw everyone racing towards what she thought were the hatching grounds. She raced after them in hopes of gaining her first hatchling, her nerves were humming as she approached the crowd. Spotting the women from the inn, Akira padded in her direction, but still kept her distance. She marveled at the size of the creatures in front of her, impressed by the beauty before her eyes.

Akira found herself slowly drawing closer to the green-gold dragon, eyes dancing with happiness at the shaking eggs. She knew better than to get too close, stopping where the others at the sands had stopped. The girl watched in amazement unsure what was going to happen and daring to hope an egg would choose to hatch for her. Her nervousness increased and her palms began to sweat, being new to the weyr Akira danced from foot to foot her nervous growing into a giddy and excited state. She was sure the others in attendance would give her strange glances but the girl did not care, she was too caught up in the sight before her.

[shadowreine]

S'tor glanced at the young woman, his eyes freezing on her knot for a moment. His response, after seeing that, was a little cooler than it might have been.

"Because there's no predicting dragons." It was only a couple of the girls who had gone over to the green's clutch...the boys all seemed to be sensibly avoiding eggs that could only contain greens, blues and maybe a white. Maybe. With no queen egg, the girls who did so were quite sensible, though. It was entirely likely all four of those eggs would hatch green.

"And I've found that when you try to guess what they will do, you will often be wrong. Even when its your own dragon." He was forcing himself to be polite to the female bluerider...maybe he should not blame her for her dragon's choice, but she had to have been chosen by a blue for a *reason*. He could not think of a good one.

--

Tiffanie shifted her weight, wondering if she had made a mistake going to Raynith's clutch. It seemed unlikely, though. If any of Isath's children wanted to choose her, she was not that far away, and it was likely the four eggs were at least half greens, maybe more.

From what she had learned of the dragons, only more masculine and tomboyish women...or lesbians...were likely to Impress blue or brown. She was pretty sure a green dragon was her fate...and not a bad one at all, even if Ditz was so *silly*. Surely the dragons, being smarter, were more sensible.

[Dragonmage]

Nocia noticed a distinct coolness in the weyrling's attitude. She might as well introduce herself, though the glance at her knots made her feel uncomfortable. If he disapproved of female blueriders, what would he think of Sasath? She wasn't even a typical blue; she was female for Faranth's sake! Well, there was no help for it. He would learn who she was sooner or later, when Sasath Rose if not sooner.

"It is true that dragons will surprise you. I'm sorry if I sounded upset, but I thought you meant that the clutches were unnatural and should never have been laid. I'm Nocia of female blue Sasath." There, she'd broken the ice and perhaps he'd be polite enough to respond. Sasath was flipping her wingtips as she hummed. She really wanted to be down on the Sands with the eggs, but the parents would certainly not appreciate that. She wouldn't like having another dragon just landing near her clutch at any time, let alone while it was hatching, without so much as a "by your leave, clutchmother."

The eggs were rocking but none had cracked yet. Nocia couldn't decide whether it was an insult or not to have Pernese candidates standing for Rocky's dragons. On one hand, without the Pernese candidates, hatchlings could go between from lack of suitable minds, but then again, were the Weyrs trying to take back any healthy, unmutated dragons to fight Thread? That could be a reason to bring Pernese candidates here. Or maybe these were the candidates considered useless or failures and this was a way to get rid of them? She really needed to stop worrying about things and watch the Hatching.

[PhazonDragon]

It seemed that the hatching would take a number of minutes to start. Though the eggs were rocking, none yet had shown any signs of cracking. As the eager parents of both clutches watched over their offspring, the tell-tale noise of a dragon breaking its shell was heard. Heads swung between the clutches to see which one was making the sounds. It wasn't long before one of Isath's larger eggs had rolled away from the clutch. The dragonet inside worked hard and forcefully to be one of the first to hatch. Not longer after it rolled off, there was a brown limb shoved out from the egg, and clawing desperately at the shell.

As if nothing was going to stop him, the brown thrashed to widen the hole made by his forelimb, and he was quick to get a wide enough opening for him to stick his snout through. The gathered spectators hushed, and the heavy breathing of the dragonet was heard as he took a momentary rest. He was eager to get out, that much was clear, since he immediately started up his antics again, and was easily climbing out of the shell in a matter of moments. With a satisfied squawk, the brown dragonet grinned draconically at his bi-colored parents, before turning around and giving the creamy egg a good kick.

The dragonet bounded forward, his head darting between each of the candidates, even as some were still walking in. He was a chocolate brown in color, and already wanted to see the world. The croon of his father, Brynath, turned the brown away from the hatching grounds entrance, despite his audible protests. Even as he moved, one could not deny that there was something different about him. I suppose I will find mine... Though I don't see why I have to. What if they came to me? Now that wouldn't be the point, would it? the brown broadcasted to the whole of the candidates.

Running an inspecting eye over each of the candidates that he came to, the brown dismissed each in favor of the next. Occasionally he doubled back, and in one case, nudged the hand of one of the candidates. In the glow of the full moon, there was a distinct blue shine to his hide. As spectators made the connection, heads turned towards Brynath, and an number of expressions filed through the stands. The brown seemed to notice the whisperings and would have raised an eyebrow, certainly, if he had one. He tilted his head, but continued through the candidates until he stood at the feet of a young woman.

Mercedes! I have found you! I did a good job, didn't I? I am Pheronth. May I have some food now?

Brown Chimera Pheronth (Blue Recessive)
Argumentative, Eager, Dutiful
Adult Size 34ft
Impresses Mercedes (Adoptable NPC)
#794200 - #4b1fc9

[shadowreine]

And finally, a baby dragon. From the other clutch, Tiffanie turning from her place between the two piles of eggs in time to see a brown one that shimmered blue when the moonlight hit him. He was searching through the Candidates, and she heard his voice in her head.

"I'm pretty sure you're not for me," she murmured in response. If he was, she would feel something, surely, some knowledge of the fact. And indeed, he was heading for one of the other girls, standing at her feet, looking up at her.

Browns *were* male, and that had definitely been a male voice in her head. She was expecting a green, but she realized, seeing that one choose a girl that she might have to accept something male as a partner.

Maybe. They'd said...and she didn't know that girl well, and confusion flowed through her in a moment. Did the dragons really have rules? Maybe she needed to stop expecting anything or making any assumptions. Yes, that would be best.

--

S'tor frowned. A FEMALE blue? "Well, that is better than some of the other defects we've had...at least being the wrong sex for the color doesn't affect, say, the dragon's ability to fly."

And maybe it was right that a female blue would Impress to a girl. But to hear of such a thing. "And it would be best if the greens were not being allowed to breed."

He lifted a hand. "I'm not saying...Raynith's...clutch are abominations or bad dragons, especially not when we haven't seen them yet, but there's a *reason* we don't let greens breed, normally. A green can rise as often as every three months, and I'm told Raynith's clutch is on the smaller side. Do the math and you'll understand why they should be sterilized." Then the brown-blue hatched.

"And it seems that the color-mixing is breeding true." Irritation, now, laced his voice. He was exiled to this place of female blues and dragons that couldn't even make up their minds what color they were.

[Houka Ryuu]

Wherhandler Samari
Samari woke up to a pair of flits humming near her ears. She groaned as she got up out of bed. Looking at Orn and Zed, she said, "What now? Can't I wake up peacefully in my den?" as she looked over at Samarsk who seemed to be oblivious to the humming. With a sigh, she made her ablutions and mentally ascerting if her gold was close to waking or not. Samarsk can be quite grumpy and cranky when woken up too early.

As it happened, Samarsk was still too deeply asleep to be bothered. Therefore, Samari left the den to go towards the Hatching Sands. On her way, she wondered why she even bothered since she won't really need to be there. But her two flits would have none of it and wanted her to be there so she might as well go or they'll just keep on bothering her.

Once near the Hatching Sands, Samari saw one of the Wherlings, Keltin with his wher Keltisk, near the entrance. Stopping near the pair, she greeting the pair, "Evening Keltin and Keltisk." as she nodded to greet each of them. "Did I miss anything?" she added as she settled herself to watch the Hatching from where she stood beside the pair near the entrance.

Orn and Zed left Samari and joined the other flits on the rafters and letting their humming join those of the dragons and flits that were already humming in the Hatching Sands.

Wherling Guin & Bronze Guinsk
Arwen Keilani nudged Hers awake as she hummed to let Hers know of the imminent Hatching. Guin sleepily said, "Stop it Arwen. It's too early, I need more sleep." as he turned over his bed in his den and trying to shut out the humming that making.

Alas, his brain finally caught up on the meaning of the humming and Guin bolted awake asking, "There's a hatching going on at this time?!" in a tone that clearly said he didn't believe what he was hearing. The only hatching that would happen at night as far as he knew were wher clutches but there were none in the Hatching Sands except for the dragon and flit clutches.

Guinsk blinked his eyes awake as he felt His stirring and asked in a sleepy voice, Hatching? as Guinsk heard Arwen Keilani's humming. After a pause, Guinsk said, We go watch. as he got up from his wallow and stretched.

Guin would have rather gone back to bed, but with Guinsk wanting to go watch, he had no choice. He got up out of bed and quickly made his ablutions. He dressed up warmly since the September nights have gotten chilly. Times like this, he wished he had Guinsk's hide who didn't seem to mind the chilly night air. When they got out of their den, the light of the moon greeted them in the night sky.

Guinsk led the way to the Hatching Sands, walking fast enough to make good time. He didn't even bother looking back to make sure His was following for he knew without a doubt that His would just be a step behind from him. Near the entrance, Guinsk noticed his sibling, Keltisk, but Guinsk didn't even stop and passed through the entrance instead.

Guin had seen his fellow Wherling Keltin and also noticed Wherhandler Samari. However, because Guinsk didn't stop by the entrance along with the others, Guin just nodded greetings at them and followed after his wher. "Guinsk, where are you going?" he asked as he passed through the entrance and arrived in the Hatching Sands.

Guinsk looked back as he heard His' question. Then he looked back inside the trudged on, Want near clutch to watch. he said.

Guin's eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light of the moon and the torches that gave light to the Stands. He inwardly sighed and just followed after Guinsk.

Guinsk didn't stop until they were relatively close to have a clear view of the Hatching. When Guinsk stopped, Guin saw a likely place that they could watch from and pointed the spot to Guinsk. Guinsk nodded and proceeded to walk to a place near the Stands on Green-Gold Isath's side. When he reached the place, he lay down and focused his attention on the Hatching.

Guin stood beside his bronze wher as he turned around to watch the Hatching. He noticed that there was already a newly Impressed pair. However, he also noticed that there weren't a lot of Candidates for the Hatching and wondered if there would be enough Candidates for the hatchlings to choose from.

When Hers was settled, Arwen Keilani perched on top of Guinsk's head as she added her voice to the humming of the dragons and flits in the Hatchings Sands.

---

As soon as the brown dragonet made his choice, a crack was heard in the din. The audience was silent as they tried to look for the egg that have hatched next. It was a small egg in fact from Isath's clutch which was still shaking violently as the crack on its side spread down the middle. As if a knife sliced through the eggshell, the two pieces fell apart on opposite sides and revealed a green dragonet. She blinked owlishly around her as she tried to take in her surroundings. And then, as if she got spooked by something, she suddenly seemed to be trying to hide behind yet another rocking egg as she peeked around her at the strangeness of the world that greeted her. She didn't seem to be in any hurry to look for Hers as she tried to gather her courage to stop hiding behind the rocking egg.

(OOC: EDIT 1 - The green is actually from Isath's clutch. Sorry for the confusion. ~ October 18, 2010)

[Wolfy]

Pernese Candidate
Journeyman Healer Themorn

Themorn was, when the call came, was scowling at a book he was reading a book that was, for some reason, called Grey's Anatomy. It was rather strange, and was, at times, rather hard to understand. But he could figure it out, little by little. He was in the Dining Hall, eating a good dinner, and wishing he had some good Klah the entire time as he read. But that changed of course.

He stood, somewhat more calmly and carefully than the others, who stood quickly and ran around as if they were panic-stricken and knew absolutely nothing. Either they were running to their rooms, or they were running to the Hatching Sands, and then to the rooms to change. Or, as all the ones who were not Candidates were doing, were just going to the stands. He had been smart enough to place his robes in a small satchel he always had at his side.

He was a little late, letting himself go slow. Becoming a Weyrling was no longer a great wish of his. He only did it because they had agreed to let him focus mostly on his craft still.

....

But he was here, scowling, serious faced, and ready to go home.

Candidate Brittany

When she heard the call, the call was unneeded for her. She was in the stands, her ever present, ever faithful Violet Moon sitting on her outstetched feet, a book in her hands. The book, ironically, was Eragon, and she was at the point where Saphira's egg was hatching, and doing her equal to Impressing Eragon.

She saw the eggs just beginning to shake in the Sand, and she just stared for a moment. The mothers' call, though, took her back to reality and away from Daydream Land's realm of Books. The eggs were finally actually Hatching! She jumped up, scaring Violet and earning a scowl and her signature pathetic puppy 'Get a Grip' look. She had long gotten used to the dragons, though during her later evenings, she still ran around and tried to get them to play, especially the smaller/younger ones. "Sorry, sweetheart," Brittany whispered, tying the leash she had loosely grasped in one hand to a rail far enough away from the Sands. Rubbing her Brittany Spaniel like coat once more, she left for the Sands before slapping herself mentally, and turning toward her room for the robes she knew she was suppose to get.

She was back, fully dressed in scratchy white robes, wrinkling her nose in dislike of having a dress on, and stepping onto the hot Sands. Many of the other Candidates were already there, and it wasn't long before a strange, skinny looking brown, no, brown-blue mixed dragon emerged, Impressing to a Candidate she didn't think she actually knew at all. Oh well.

She hoped she'd Impress soon, maybe to a Blue. Yes, a dark, beautiful blue with a dreamy outlook that had creativity and imagination. Okay, that was her dreams. She wouldn't mind a green, though she really hoped she wouldn't get a Brown, and obviously she wouldn't get a Gold if she Impressed at this Hatching.

Candidate Master J'kent and Green Marith

J'kent had a Earthian cold, stuffy nose, cough, no appetite, and horrible headache included. He couldn't drag himself out of bed at the moment, let alone get to the Sands. Marith felt much the same, though the motherly Green was only feeling it thrugh the link in their minds. Love, I do not think we shall go to the Hatching.[/color] J'kent moaned in response from his cosy bed. You can still go wthout me. Marith snorted in response to this. Well someone has to go.

Fine. But right after I'll come back.

Whatever you say, love.... And he was back into a fitful sleep. Marith waited a few more moments before, grunting, she climbed off te comfortable couch and climbed into the air, riding the currents to the Sands, where she landed near the entrance the candidates were mostly entering through.

Weyrling Alex and Green Eturynth

In the months since Eturynth's Hatching, she had grown in an astonishing rate, though not always with length. Instead, she had recieved more graceful curves and an even more brattish personalitythings, along with other . She had, in all respects come to be even more of her rider, and her rider, her.

Alex had, happily, started to change her attitude, though it was a little to the worse for most others. Her looks began to change, as, at Eturynth's prompting, she started trying different styles. They were, over all, completely stunning.

They went slowly to the Hatching, getting in the way of others who were hurrying, and arrived late to it, so that they did not see the first dragonet Hatch. They saw it afterward, and, much to Eturynth's disgust, it was a brown and blue mix, and she made a note never to choose him when she Rose. It was bad enough Venus's choice of a Blue, they had decided, and Eturynth would never choose a lowly Blue if she could help it. Maybe that one she had seen in their first lesson; yes, he had been quite nice, yes?

Oh, enough of those thoughts. They must sit and watch, sit and judge, those who were Hatching now.

Weyrling Lyrah and Brown Kyrinth

Kyrinth and Lyrah were enjoying a nice flight through the darkenning sky when the call came for Hatching. They had been planning on dragging out Kaena and Snowfire out with then and eating a nice picnic not to far from the Weyr, just in case the Hatching began when they were gone; they did, after all, want to be present.

The White and Green flits, Brown dragon, and Rider turned immediately, and winged themselves back to the Weyr, the draconic cousins humming all the way. They four landed on a tier above the stands where months ago H'vas Hy'ka and company had watched a Hatching. The young Green and dramatic White were off almost at once, swirling above the Hatching eggs.

Sennia and Brown Seeth

Sennia, like Themorn, was eating a good meal in the Dining Hall, while Seeth ate in the Weyrbowl. His mood, being blacker than usual because of the prolonged waiting for the Hatching, had seeped over to the good-natured Sennia, causing her to snap and scowl if someone so much as made a tiny mistake when addressing her. Seeth, in spite, had even went so far as to say that purhaps with her current mood, she could make peace with Crucith and Z'volm. I do not belive I will recount the confrontation past that.

When the call rang out and she heard the dragons beginning to hum to the rhythm of the shaking eggs, much of the tension of the past weeks seeped out of the Harper in an explosive wave, causing the dark Brown to mentally moan in mock dismay. He quickly finished the cow he had caught for his supper and then rose to the air toward the Sands. Sennia took an earthbound route. He dropped into the sand, far enough away from the eggs and their mothers that he would not be considered to much of a threat. Burrowing into the hot sand, he tok up a easy position. Sennia, sat by the Stands so that her legs were over the Sands ans her bottom was on the ground. Her amethyst eyes shown with the eagerness of any dragon-mother watching her children Hatch.

H'vas and Green Cherath

H'vas had already discovered that it was indeed the best weather to go shirtless.

He had discovered that perhaps other colored jeans would be nice for the week. Perhaps white jeans, or black jeans, or even some orange jeans to match the leaves that were beginning to fall from some of the trees.

He had discovered that the times it was raining was most definately not the best time to listen to his iPod, recently upgraded.

H'vas, unlike many of the others in the Weyr, was easy going during the weeks when it had started to be whispered that no eggs would hatch, ever. He had been adamant that at least six would hatch, and had even placed some bets as to what Colors would hatch from which eggs. So far, he had not been correct. He had though that egg would hatch a green. Figures.

He was seated again on a tier with Cherath, though this time it was not so high up nor closed off. Anyone could come up. Personally, he didn't mind. WHOO! GO DRAGONS!

His mood might have come from the fact he was incredibly jealous of Nakia's claim, eve if it might have been temporary, of Hy'ka and Brynath.

....

[shadowreine]

Tiffanie blinked as an egg in Raynith's clutch hatched...but the dragonet didn't seem to want to actually be out here.

Maybe that was...hrm. She wasn't sure she wanted a *shy* dragon, and she could think of no other reason why the baby green would be trying to hide behind her own eggshell. Of course, she knew she had no choice. They had told her that many times.

The dragons did the choosing, drawn to an appropriate partner by some instinct. "It's okay," she could not help but say. "Nobody here is going to bite you."

Well, except, eep...that was a wher. And whers did bite, she'd been told, but surely their handlers wouldn't let them. It was a big bronze wher...she got rather distracted by his bulk, settled there at the edge of the Sands. Quite a bit smaller than dragons. She hadn't seen that much of the nocturnal beasts since getting here.

Come on, Tiffanie, she told herself. You should be watching that hatchling, not the wher. Forcing her attention back to the green, but she somehow didn't *quite* want to turn her back on a bronze wher, even if it was a good distance away from her.

Besides, it was a more attractive creature than she had thought, although even the awkward baby dragons had more grace.

[FaizahPandora]

Nakia smiled as the brown hatched, then gasped as she noticed the blue shine. So the hatchling was like his father? She lloked over at Brynath, the blue/green, and wondered what the rest of the clutch would look like.

Isath was proud of her son, especially when he went and found his. She continued to hum, but she watched her next hatched, a timid green, with interest. Isath bent her head down and nudged the little green. Go on. Find yours, daughter. Do not be frightened. You are very much safe.

---

Faizah's eyes oggled as she saw the shine on the brown. "Another chimera?" She tentatively asked Kain. He seemed just as surprised. "Apparently so..." Was all he said.

---

Another egg began rocking in Isath's clutch. It was the largest of them all, and was rocking very forcefully. Cracks appeared as if someone has shattered glass, and determined growls could be heard from within the shell. The dragonet was very determined, and then the egg finally gave to the young dragon's attempts to free itself. With a growl another brown appeared on the sands. He swung his head around fiercely before calming and looking about with a new determination. Finding His. As he walked about the moonlight also revealed a shine to his hide; distincaly bronze.

A collective gasp came from the audience it seemed as the brown/bronze searched for his. With a growl of delight he approached a Pern candidate.

mineA'ir! Your Rakymath has found you, mine. Let us go to food. Rakymathyours is famished.

Rakymath
#654100 to #494c04
"Fierce, Cultured, Dependable"
Adult Size = 37ft
No Marks
No Defect

[froggie92]

Akira watched the small creatures as they toddled to the people who would be their partners. Her mind was lost in the moment still unsure if she had made the right choice in coming to the hatching. She stepped closer, still hoping she would be lucky enough to impress a hatchling.

[PhazonDragon]

[ooc: To Adair]

Nodding as Adair responded to his questions, Evander was quick to pick up on the fact that his accent made it hard for the other candidate to understand him. “Ye arrived via dragonback. Very nice. Ah have yet to ride on a dragon, masel... But tha’s okay. Ah thenk et’d be nice tae have ma ferst ride on ma own dragon, wouldn’t ye think?” The Scot made a conscious effort to take the accent out of his voice, though it seemed to not have worked very well. He frowned, biting his lower lip. “Ah’m sorry for ma ac’ent. Ah’m from Scotland... Born and raised, for the most part. Evander’s ma name.”

The Scot awkwardly stuck out his hand, silently wondering if the Pernese shook hands. And if they didn’t, well this was just a silly action from a Scottish candidate. His attention was drawn to the hatching of a number of dragons from Isath’s clutch. A brown with a distinct blue shine hatched, and Evander stared after the dragon with curiosity. He knew the parents of the clutch were mixes of colors, but he didn’t expect more to hatch. Suddenly, the hatching was more interesting, and Evander turned his full attention on it. Besides, Adair didn’t seem to want to talk as much as the Scot did.

The brown Impressed to a young female, and a green hatched from Isath’s clutch... The green however, was content with hanging back. Evander made a small noise from deep in his throat, as if resigning to the fact that the dragons choose their riders, and there was nothing he could do if the dragonet didn’t want to Choose at the time. With a half-hearted shrug, Evander glanced over at the other clutch. Raynith’s eggs had yet to hatch, of shows signs of cracks, through from his spot, he could very well be wrong. Turning back to the larger of the clutches, he noticed that another brown hatched, and this one was heading straight for him and Adair...

He held his breath out of suspense. Was this one his...? The dragon would have made contact by now, no? Or did it very depending on the dragon? Even so, he would have loved for the brown to Impress to him. Instead, he turned to Adair, and Evander’s face lit up in a smile anyway. “Congratulations, Adair!” he complimented the weyrling pair, just now noticing the bronze shine on the brown’s hide.

* * *

While the brown-bronze chimera hatched, and made his way to the candidate of his choosing, a smaller egg showed signs of hatching. The tiny egg rocked, rolling to the side in a violent way. The dragonet certainly was getting impatient--perhaps the excitement caused by the hatching of two chimera dragons was enough to set the dragonet off. The egg threatened to roll into other eggs, and it did, knocking into a few, which didn’t leave them unscathed. There were tiny fractures on the surface of the eggs, from the points of impact, though it was too soon to tell if that would effect the dragonets inside or not.

This egg now had a very vocal dragonet calling out. It chirped constantly, and it if made the mental bond to its rider, said rider would be able to hear its growling protests. The dragonet soon figured out that it had to force its way out of the shell, and a pale green head was pushing away at the weakened points of the egg. Clearly not satisfied with this single point of exit, the green hatchling pushed at the walls with her feet, and the shell snapped into pieces under her weight. She was able to slip out of the egg with little difficulty, and raised her head high as she stood proudly.

She turned in the moonlight, her gently swirling blue eyes reflecting the moonlight. Or was that her hide? Could this be... Another chimera? Now that's over with... Oh aren't I beautiful? Wouldn't you think so? She looked down at herself. I would say so, and I refuse to be told otherwise. Now then. I need to find my rider, do I not? Cioeth needs to find her rider... Where are you? Must I demand that you come to me instead?

The green-blue growled lowly. Aha. I see how it is. That's not going to stop me. Tiffanie, where are you? I will find you, and then you can feed me, because I have this ache around my middle, and I don't particularly like it. She started forward, a distinct prance in her step as she headed for a candidate that seemed to be looking towards the opposing clutch. Your Cioeth is over here, Tiffanie!

Green Chimera Cioeth (Blue Recessive)
Garrulous, Glamorous, Insistent
Adult Size 25ft
Impresses Tiffanie (shadowreine)
#82eb97 - #19d2eb

[froggie92]

Akira watched closely, loving the beauty of the small beings. She was still very nervous and started hoping from foot to foot almost unnoticably. Her mind began to drift off as she turned to look at the other clutch wondering why they had yet to hatch, she could feel the apreahension in the air. A scary thought occured to her, ' What if the clutch is ... dead? No! They couldn't be, they only were taking longer to hatch.'

Akira nodded to herself, content to watch and trusting her gut that the other clutch would be okay.

[Houka Ryuu]

Weyrling A'ir & Brown Rakymath
Not too long after replying to his fellow candidate, a few of the eggs from where he was standing by Isath's clutch decided to hatch. The first egg hatched to reveal a brown which surprisingly or not surprisingly enough, hinted at a blue shine as the dragonet walked under the moon light. The first dragonet didn't waste his time and readily Impress to a female Candidate. After that, a little green dragonet hatched but she seemed to be afraid or shy since the dragonet kept hiding behind yet another shaking egg.

Adair heard his fellow Candidate still talking to him and much as he wanted to socialize, Adair was more concerned with the Hatching to be honest. Besides, the fellow, who introduced himself as Evander, was rather hard to understand. Still, Adair did shake the other man's hand when Evander stretched out his hand to be shook. But after that, his attention was once more riveted to the rocking eggs.

And then, yet another egg from Isath's clutch hatched to reveal a second Brown. And like the first, the Brown seemed to also be a chimera as his Bronze color shined as the dragonet made his way to find His. It wasn't long until the brown stopped in front of Adair. And in Adair's mind, a voice insinuated itself and said, Mine-A'ir! Your Rakymath has found you, Mine. Let us go to food. Rakymath-Yours is famished.

Adair... that is, A'ir, stood there transfixed as he looked down at his Brown dragon. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as he and Rakymath looked into each other's eyes and A'ir felt as if all his life, he had been waiting for this one moment to meet Rakymath not on Pern where A'ir was born, but here on Earth at Green-Gold Isath's hatching. A'ir could have stood there staring into Rakymath's rainbow-colored swirling eyes.

Rakymath broke the trance when he said, Enough staring, A'ir-Mine. In case you forgot, Your-Rakymath is famished. just as Rakymath's stomach made a loud grumbling noise, evidence of his hunger, and Evander shouted 'Congratulations, Adair!

A'ir blinked in confusion at first, but then, he mentally shook himself and said, "Sorry, Rakymath." as he reached out to give his dragonet a brief caress. To Evander, A'ir said, "Thanks but Rakymath wants to be fed now." as A'ir turned and led the way, towards the place where buckets of chopped meat was lined up against the wall near the Stands. Before he got too far away, A'ir shouted back, "Good luck!" to Evander.

[shadowreine]

"Come on out," Tiffanie whispered to the green that really seemed afraid to approach the Candidates. She'd heard they would die if they could not find a lifemate.

Then she felt a surge of...something akin to anger. Somebody was mad with her. Mad with her? She hadn't done anything! Something...something was really angry in her head. With her, with the world, with...then a distinctly feminine voice sounded in her head.

Oh, THAT was what she had done...picked the wrong clutch to stand by. Wasn't that just her luck... Running on the Sands struck her as stupid, so she made it a quick walk towards the presence in her mind, that resolved itself into the green dragon that was stalking towards her. Or was it a blue? It almost seemed to change which one it was by the angle of her head, just like...just like her sire, except that this was no MALE dragon. It was everything she had loved and hated about her mother, everything she had wished her mother would be instead of smothering her. And something else, too. "That, Cioeth, would be because you're hungry."

Something else, but in this relationship, SHE was the one in charge, and at the same time...there was a rightness to this that she hadn't experienced before, even with Ditz. Who had better not come down here.

Hungry? And what do you mean, you get to be in charge.

Tiffanie laughed. "Let's get you fed." There would be tension between these two, but that did sometimes make for the best pairings. And Tiffanie was definitely noticing. "You're the reverse of your dad. He's blue but shines green, you're green but shine blue."

Which, she thought, was far more elegant than just plain green. Not that green was a bad color. But... "You're making my stomach growl. There's food over here..."

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"And how the heck are we going to *rank* these...dragons," S'tor could not help but say to the bluerider near him as not one, but two more of the chimeras hatched. "I suppose with the most dominant color, or we could do it by size."

Not that it mattered...the way things were going Faizah would name a greenrider Weyrleader. This Weyr was so topsy turvy that...but one of them seemed to be a brown shimmered bronze, the other a green that shaded to blue, but predominantly green.

He decided to call them a weird brown and a weird green for now, the brown choosing one of the boys and the green proving one of his predictions partially right as she stalked to the group of Candidates by the other clutch. He saw one girl turn around and walk over to her, but couldn't hear what the woman...too many girls...was saying to her bondmate. He didn't even catch the name...