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Author Topic: Event Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]  (Read 682 times)

Offline Halirina

Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« on: July 06, 2018, 12:42:39 PM »

Halirina and Kalestath had been paired together for so many turns now that, when it was a certain time for her dragon, Halirina knew. Kalestath didn’t have to announce anything, words were rarely shared between the pair. Rather, it was a sense. A passing of feelings.

This time, Halirina knew when her Queen moved to the Hatching Sands. Chased off Neisoth for the duration. Wanted her space. It was like she could feel the hot sands herself even though she was tucked safely in her own, breezy weyr.

Halirina informed her aides that her Queen was clutching and they dutifully helped her gather her things so she could be moved to the room near the sands – when Kalestath could tolerate humans near enough the eggs. S’bok was used to the move by now and, without complaint, got his own things gathered up as well.

It took marks for Kalestath to lay all of them. It wasn’t until the sun began to fall behind the mountains that Halirina could call for her aides once more and actually move to the room near the sands. Most of what she brought was work. Setting up a mini-office near the clutch so she wouldn’t have to be far from Kalestath who sort of took on a different personality when it came to her clutch. Mothering and protective of the eggs, she loomed over the mass of them. Only allowing Halirina near the fresh batch to count and congratulate initially.

Thirty-two. A huge clutch. Her Gold was still throwing eggs like it was a Pass. Was it in response to the dangers on the island? As much as she’d like to say that dragon riders didn’t die anymore and they could all relax, that wasn’t necessarily the case yet. Was it? Halirina glanced at her Queen after she’d counted the eggs then ran a hand along Kalestath’s jaw. //Think you can allow them to see now?

Her Queen’s red tinted eyes watched Halirina in kind. Seriously considering the question while her great body was partially coiled around her clutch. Protective. One wing fanned over some of the bigger eggs. I suppose. was the eventual answer.

Halirina laughed a little and moved away from the hardening, glistening eggs and toward where Neisoth and S’bok waited at the hatching sands entrance, where it opened up to the weyrbowl. “He can take a peek now, and others are welcome to come.” Now that Halirina was sure Kalestath wouldn’t attack them.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #1 on: July 06, 2018, 06:00:20 PM »
Saibrasoth’s nosiness is what alerted him first as to the fact that Kalestath was laying her eggs. The Brown was lounging on their weyr ledge as O’sir taught, just watching the activity in the Weyr Bowl as he often did. Long since no longer required to participate in Wing drills, Saibrasoth spent much of his time basking in the sun or napping unless he was needed. But that also meant not a lot that observably went on in the Weyr escaped him. And particularly not when the glittering senior Gold made her way into the Hatching Sands.

There was only one reason she would be doing that.

O’sir didn’t tell the Candidates right away what was happening. It would only have served as a distraction from their lessons for the day—and he was thankful that Kalestath had made her way onto the Sands before it was time for him to lead his students out to the Bowl in order to tend the small crop of cotton reserved for their robes. They would be none the wiser that the Queen was laying her eggs.

Once that was over for the day, though, and before he dismissed them to their errands and remaining chores, he did gather them briefly again just at the entrance back into the Weyr’s tunnels. “Kalestath is laying her eggs,” he’d told them, just this side of smiling. It was an exciting time for them. “Once I know you’re invited to go see them, Saibrasoth will announce it.”

They would know better than to try to enter the Sands before then. If nothing else, the unfortunate mishaps at the senior Gold’s last two Hatchings had brought them a healthy respect and fear for her more than they’d already had.

It was three more hours after that before Saibrasoth confirmed the end of the clutching. They had all just finished dinner, and O’sir felt the Brown perk up as he received word that the curious were now invited to see the results of Kalestath’s labors. And at instruction from his rider, Saibrasoth reached out to the Candidates with a bright kind of excitement. You can view the eggs now. Just remember to be respectful.

O’sir himself brought his empty plate and klah cup to the kitchen, and then made his way the short distance from the Weyr Hall to the Hatching Sands. Quite a few of his students were headed the same way. And to set a good example, he bowed low to Halirina and Kalestath as he entered the Sands. “Congratulations to you both.”

It was a big clutch again. A surprisingly large one, given that they were now a few years into the Interval—enough so that both of the other mature Queens were laying smaller and smaller numbers of eggs. But Kalestath herself, for whatever reason, was still producing nests large enough for the Pass.

Despite himself, O’sir couldn’t help but wonder how many of them held mutation colors. And how many Candidates or dragonets would die on the Sands in a few months.

He hoped none… but he knew better.
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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #2 on: July 06, 2018, 06:01:11 PM »
Rinokan had been antsy since the Candidate Master had announced that Kalestath was laying her eggs. He knew he had to be patient, but that had never exactly been his thing. Far more at ease when things happened quickly, and very much a fan of instant gratification, it took all his self-control not to just march over to the entrance of the Sands and wait. But there was no point—he didn’t know how long the wait would be. At least this way he was doing something in the meantime, between some errands and then eating dinner.

Besides. After watching Kalestath kill a Candidate before his very eyes only a turn ago, he didn’t exactly want to get on the Queen’s bad side.

As Saibrasoth’s announcement was broadcast to them all, Rinokan practically bolted from his seat to take care of his plates and then make his way toward the Sands, shooing Scoria away so the flit wouldn't follow him. Had she still been a Candidate, he probably would have sought out Droissa… the idea of sitting in the stands and just looking at the clutch, thinking about the future, had an appeal. Rinokan didn’t mind doing things by himself, but it was yet another thing that reminded him that he missed her.

Which was stupid. It wasn’t as though she’d gone anywhere. Just Impressed. And he snorted at himself then. Just Impressed. But she was still living in the Weyr, just… busy with her young Blue. In a very different stage of her life than he was.

He didn’t begrudge her that. But it was a little bittersweet.

Entering the cavern in O’sir’s wake, Rinokan bowed to the Weyrwoman and her dragon but didn’t address them beyond mumbling a formal greeting he fully expected to have ignored. And then he made his way over to the stands, taking a seat in the front row so that he could lean his arms on the metal railing that sat before it, and really looked at the clutch.

It was so damn big. The sheer amount of eggs was a source of both hope and worry. There were—he counted them quickly—thirty-two more chances for him to Impress. To find the dragon that was meant to be his, no matter what color it ended up being. But that also meant more chances to get hurt, to be killed by the Reds he guessed would be hatching, based on the clutch father.

Maybe it should have, but that didn’t really scare him. It was something to be aware of, sure, to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid once the time came to actually Stand for the clutch. But Rinokan wasn’t afraid of the dragonets. Not really. Whatever happened, he was just determined to find his dragon.

And if it ended up being an aggressive Black or an excitable Red… he’d be okay with that too.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #3 on: July 07, 2018, 04:53:54 PM »
Oarlen didn't hesitate when Saibrasoth announced that the eggs were able to be viewed, dismissing his faire of flits with a wordless thought and darting on towards the hatching cavern, with little concern about the group of candidates he was with.

Saibrasoth's excitement was contagious, and it sparked his own bubbly eagerness to see the eggs and wonder which one would be his. He noted O'sir nearby, slowing slightly to ensure the candidate master would enter first, remembering his lessons and falling into a more orderly line as the candidates that had arrived before him mimicked their teacher in paying their respects to the gold clutchmother and her bonded.

The sight of Kalestath was enough to sober Oarlen's excitement entirely as he bowed low to her and the weyrwoman. "Congratulations" He said softly, before moving slowly towards the stands, both to minimise the burning of his feet despite his shoes, and to give the gold a healthy distance between them.

He had left the last hatching early, the scars from that red dragonet's over-eagerness evidence enough as to why. It left an odd little weight in his belly though. He'd been injured, and talk was this clutch would produce more of the little reds. He thought he knew how to handle them though... but Kalestath. He'd never worried about the gold dragon before.. but a friend had been killed by her hand. It could have been prevented, had the candidate not panicked the way she did... But what if it happened again?

Oarlen took a big breath, trying to quell the thoughts that kept rearing up. Fear of the gold wasn't good... not when you had to be approachable for the dragonets. So he'd have to work on that. There was still time for that, and he'd stood for Oriath and Imyth's clutches without any harm coming to him.

He glanced around, wishing for a heartbeat that C'bryn was still here... But she had obligations to her dragon now... and he could always just seek her out later if it pursued... His gaze fell on a few candidates, but he was looking for something more familiar than what he saw at first. Many of them were new... that tended to happen with Kalestath's clutches being so large.. but he recognized Rinokan staring intently at the eggs, and without further thought, made his way towards him.

"Hello Rinokan" he said, mimicking the other candidate's posture and already feeling more at ease. He wasn't a threat to Kalestath's eggs from the stands, and he was able to properly see the eggs from the vantage point.

"Another big one..." he murmured, awe and a teensy bit of excitement colouring his voice. "Have you counted?" He asked the other candidate, trying to count the eggs himself even as he asked.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #4 on: July 08, 2018, 06:27:55 PM »
Rinokan hadn’t really expected any other Candidates to join him. Sure, a fair portion of them were going to show up, but he didn’t think any of them would talk to him. His own somewhat standoffish nature had largely prevented him from making friends among them. Especially given that, at least by his standards, some of them were just fucking stupid. Far too preoccupied with immature matters that just pissed him off. There was a handful of them he even actively avoided because they just annoyed him.

But Oarlen wasn’t so bad. So when the kid actually approached him and sat nearby, Rinokan found he didn’t mind. They were a little more familiar with each other after he’d helped the boy train his flits, who were thankfully nowhere to be seen. Inviting Kalestath’s rage was a sure way to get firelizards killed.

“Hey.” He lifted one hand briefly in greeting, and then looked back out at the clutch of eggs gleaming against the sand.

“I counted thirty-two.” Rinokan absently drummed his fingers against the metal of the railing. “Gotta make you wonder if she’ll ever lay smaller clutches like the others.” So far, there had been nothing to indicate that she would. But wasn’t that abnormal too?
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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #5 on: July 16, 2018, 06:58:13 AM »
J'ken remembered - vaguely - his mother taking him to view eggs at Telgar, her voice patiently instructing him that it is polite, no matter what your rank, to go and congratulate the Queen and rider. To not do so is akin to suggesting that you are not grateful for what they do for Pern. And that goes doubly if you are a rider, since your dragon had to be hatched sometime. He had never forgotten that, especially when he impressed himself. Without a Queen having a clutch he wouldn't have Tadriath.

And since that wasn't a concept he could really recognise anymore, (he'd been J'ken and Tadriath for so long that he knew he'd choose to follow his blue if he lost him), that he set off for the hatching sands without a pause when Tadriath told him that Kalestath was no longer apt to throw him out for intruding.

He skirted round the candidates as he entered, waiting till they had all given their respects and moved off to one side a little. He smiled at the whispers echoing around the cavern and shook his head, he couldn't remember being as small and eager as some of them. Tadriath helpfully flashed him a memory, one that his blue hadn't forgotten, of a young J'ken standing on the hatching sands right before they had impressed on each other.

“Weyrwoman, Weyrleader. My congratulations on your clutch.” He said with a bow. Just because they moved to a new Weyr was no reason for the old formalities to be lost.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #6 on: July 16, 2018, 07:30:01 PM »
B'ron hated these first few months of the turn, where all of the Golds seemed to take it upon themselves to fly within months of each other. And B'ron himself had three tense months between losing Kalestath's flight, before reclaiming Oriath. His own victory always dampened by the knowing that Kalestath was egg heavy with the mutations eggs yet again.

But hating things was not something new for him, and it was definitely his duty to congratulate the Senior Queen on the children she supplied yet again for the betterment of the Weyr... although if she continued to reproduce such large clutches, the Weyr may have an overpopulation problem on their hands.

Stiff and stonefaced, B'ron entered the hatching sands sands, eyes flickering across the sands to calculate how many Kalestath had produced this turn.

Another Pass sized clutch. Great, just enough for S'bok and the mutation to let their heads get even bigger than they already were. It was a wonder the black could fly. He sincerely hoped neither of them seriously considered that it was their doing causing Kalestath's larger clutches, and realised that it was obviously the prerogative of the Gold and no one else.

Bowing to Kalestath and Halirina, with a jerked incline of his head to S'bok, B'ron duty was almost over. Striding to one side of the sands, he settled with arms crossed over his chest to observe their future Weyr members.
     
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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #7 on: July 16, 2018, 07:42:34 PM »
Mauddra always enjoyed the anticipation of moving Halirina into the sands-side study for the duration of the eggs hardening process. It was a physical manifestation of one of the many reasons why she was so proud to work for the Senior Weyrwoman. Halirina and Kalestath had virtually single-handedly saved Pern and their riders from the brink. Oriath and Imyth and the other Queens who had almost survived to the end of the Pass were certainly to thank as well, but Halirina and Kalestath had been the only constant throughout their final turns of disaster.

She has quickly learned when she first started working for Halirina not to approach Kalestath during this time if she could help it. The usually stable Gold becoming a veritable beast when it came to protecting those eggs, and the brief moment when the hatchlings were still under her protection. Images of the last hatching sprung to mind.

'Never mess with a brooding Gold' had never been so accurate.

With Halirina all moved in to her temporary dwelling, Mauddra was back to her duty of being constantly around but never seen. Slipping off to the far side of the sands to work on the beginnings of this clutches records. It would an easy thing to begin now, numbering them, with brief descriptions in order to identify, leaving open the spaces upon her sheet with which to add post-hatching information.

Always keeping Halirina in her vision should the Weyrwoman's eyes start to search for one of her aides, Mauddra keenly got to work.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #8 on: July 16, 2018, 08:04:39 PM »
Tapping her fingers upon her thigh, the composition in her head slowly shifting from one of subtle anticipation building towards a crescendo even Ysveta wasn't sure of yet.

She'd seen a turns worth of clutches and hatchings before, so this wasn't entirely new for her. But she still couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder as the cavern holding the hatching sands opened up into the mountain, the stone ceiling rising high above them. If the architecture was something, then the Gold looming over a large clutch of eggs was awe inspiring... if a little scary. Kalestath's hatching hadn't been the most pleasant experience for the candidates that remained, let alone survived.

The scar across her cheek started to itch as she followed suit and bowed, clearly stating the appropriate congratulations to the parents and Weyrleaders. Even though her scar seemed to be reacting to the memory of her last time on the sands with these particular parents, Ysveta wasn't scared.

Perhaps she should have been... But really, when she stood and counted 32 eggs, she didn't see 32 red dragonets running across the sands to scrape over her body with claws extended. Instead, she saw 32 opportunities to impress.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #9 on: July 23, 2018, 10:01:03 PM »
Slipping in beside the rest of the candidates, Oskendar nudged Kharismene with his shoulder, letting her know he was there. His chore rotation had kept him a little longer from dinner than he had intended, but as soon as Saibrasoth had announced permission for candidates to make their way to the sands, Osken had quickly and efficiently made his excuses to leave, not wanting to be a laggard.

This wasn't anything new for him... He wasn't a veteran, but he'd seen his fair share of clutchings, touchings and hatchings. Regardless, Oskendar had always enjoyed seeing each clutch from beginning to end, in the hope that one day the end would be him and Khary walking from the sands beside a wet and beautiful dragonet of their own. Whereas the colour of the dragonet in his vision had altered as he'd learnt more about dragons, the idea of walking about beside Kharismene hadn't changed. They'd been partners in crime their entire lives, he wasn't about to stop now.

Smoothly executing the bow and congratulations to Weyrleaders and clutch parents alike, Oskendar took in another impressive clutch from Neisoth and Kalestath.

"I sent Herald and Larcen to find your faire. Thought it would likely keep them occupied and not killing each other when I couldn't tear them off each other." He said softly as to not have his voice carry across the sands, mostly quiet but for the soft murmurings of other conversations.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #10 on: July 24, 2018, 12:57:06 AM »
Halirina never felt her age until it was time for the Candidates to crowd into the Hatching Sands and peer at the eggs. They all seemed so young. Too young. Too innocent and fresh faced, all hope and excitement. Gone were the candidates of the Pass who looked at a Clutch with a sense of foreboding and somber duty.

These children seemed thrilled at the prospect of impressing. Why shouldn’t they, she supposed. What more was this world going to offer them beyond crafting or… well, Holder-folk life? Halirina had lived such a life, some eternity ago. That person seemed so far removed from who she was now. Shaped and changed by a rough and ruthless Pass.

That and the monstrous Gold looming over the eggs, eyeing all the Candidates with red tinged orange eyes. Kalestath wasn’t making a sound as she watched them, which was probably all the more terrifying. Like a beach snake hiding in the sands, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Save that Halirina felt that all was well. Everyone was behaving, everyone was mindful and respectful. If it was one thing Kalestath hated, it was disrespect. Especially around fresh, glistening eggs.

She accepted the nods and bows of recognition. Doing her own duty as a sort of show piece near the Gold. Kalestath was certainly the domineering attention grabber. Halirina was simply her… handler… for the day. Halirina noted all the usual, familiar faces. Her aides, B’ron and the other ranked riders filing in. Rather than linger with S’bok, Halirina took a couple of steps so she was standing close – but not improperly close – to B’ron. She was feeling too old to be standing near all those younger than her and his stern, stiff posture was a familiar, almost relaxing sight.

If anything, B’ron made Halirina feel younger. “Does nothing make you smile?” she remarked under her breath, not looking at him.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #11 on: July 24, 2018, 02:50:40 AM »
Part of his mouth twitched in a remnant of a grimace at her words. If anyone looked at him, they likely wouldn't spend too long wondering he was scowling out at the hatching sands. After all, it wasn't exactly an unusual look for him.

His eyes didn't go to Halirina either, instead keeping themselves staring out across the clutch. Kalestath's clutch, but not Leremith's as they had been for two decades. A strangely sentimental thought.

He responded softly, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "No." It might not have been true once, which she may well remember. But it was certainly close to truthful now. Spending his days relegated to working under a man who had seen less of Pern than B'ron had forgotten meant that the bronze rider didn't typically find an event that broke through to a genuine smile.

Sure, he smiled if he felt that it was required from him, as the rules of socialising dictated. He was anything if not dutiful.

Pausing to let another entering rider give Halirina the expected congratulations, he waited for a lull, before asking also under his breath. "Did you expect a different answer?"

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #12 on: July 24, 2018, 09:41:45 AM »
Halirina did glance at B’ron for a moment. A familiar face that had yet to change in the last handful of turns – and yet there were new lines. A familiar yet new face, if there was any sense to it. Though S’bok had won the last handful of Flights, Halirina still wasn’t used to him and it all felt very odd not to have B’ron there.

Not to say Halirina was fond of the man. She wasn’t particularly fond of anyone. But they’d shared turns upon turns of hardship, Thread, and hard decisions that simply weren’t there with any of the younger riders. It didn’t make them close, but it made themfamiliar.

When he did answer, Halirina looked at the clutch and wondered how he might feel looking at eggs his dragon did not produce. Did that really matter to B’ron? Or was it all about rank and the young rider currently holding what he considered his position? Halirina did imagine there was a certain amount of wounded pride there, too.

She clasped her hands behind her back, nodding to a Rider that bowed as they entered before she eventually answered, “I would think you’d eventually see the lack of responsibility as a boon and take some time off. Thread hasn’t fallen for turns now. You can relax.” It was said lightly. To anyone else, it might’ve been expressing concern. Maybe it was time to take some time off. Enjoy life. To B’ron, she was just teasing. He’d retire and relax when Halirina did.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #13 on: July 24, 2018, 11:10:21 AM »
This was one of the aspects of being a candidate that she truly loved, the chance to see the eggs that could possibly contain the dragon that would eventually change her life. Even though her experience had thus far only been one of disappointment and bitterness when it came to that, Sionann couldn't let go of the hope and the dream of finally becoming a dragonrider - well, a weyrling to start with. She wanted more than anything else to begin that adventure.

Would this be the Hatching that brought about that change? "How many do you think will be red or black this time?" while Sionann wasn't talking to anyone in particular that didn't stop her from saying the first thing on her mind. Sionann sighed a little bit and started to slowly walk, as usual, she showed all the deference and care to the brooding gold and her latest eggs. Sionann had stopped being surprised by the presence of the mutations and it was more idle curiosity than anything else; besides there was no real need to speculate about the rest. This was another large clutch and Sionann felt again that it might end up leading to her finally being able to seize the opportunity.

"All the chances in this one..." and the others before it. Would she ever Impress?

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #14 on: July 24, 2018, 11:23:08 AM »
It seemed only appropriate to make some kind of appearance at these moments, although her own Imyth had never been able to produce a clutch that could manage to compare to anything like the size of what Kalestath that didn't mean Eimerra was interested in that kind of petty jealousy and comparison between the two of them.

She was nonetheless pleased to see the eggs hardening as it meant the weyr would continue to grow - although, it remained a niggling reminder of why they should possibly need to have these kinds of numbers when there was no longer any Thread to threaten their skies anymore.

Eimerra didn't share those kinds of thoughts, they were more internal and less organized. She just had never been prepared to share the more random of her own musings // You shouldn't have doubts about that // the warm reassurance that flowed between them all made her smile even as she arrived and headed toward the Weyrwoman "Congratulations, you must be very proud" and Eimerra meant the words, she meant them all.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have said them, that was just the way she was with respect of how she spoke to others. Eimerra didn't really have any kind of meanness in her body and that meant being prepared to offer sincere words.


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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #15 on: July 30, 2018, 12:14:54 AM »
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"She's not gone under thirty since we've been here..." Oarlen mused in response, "though there was an extra one last turn." He didn't share the concern others may have had about the possible overpopulation caused by such large clutches, but that was due mainly to his desire to impress. If Kalestath lay smaller clutches, his chances went down... A big clutch meant his dragon would appear sooner rather than later.

"Maybe it's..." He paused, lowering his voice to a whisper before speaking the next word, hoping there was no-one close enough to take offense to the name, "...Neisoth?" He was certain Neisoth's hatching was larger than the clutches before it, and since the black dragon caught Kalestath, there'd been comments about the size of the clutches. So perhaps it was because of the sire that Kelestath's clutch sizes hadn't gone down.

He frowned as he tried to recall the most recent clutches, annoyed at the way they all seemed to merge together, with only key impressions sticking in his mind - like C'bryn's at Imyth's. "Oriath has always been caught by a Bronze... And her clutches are smaller... And Imyth being caught by a brown didn't seem to affect the clutch size - they even had three browns hatch." - Like Rinokan didn't know that already - "But the other black dragons have only just started chasing. Maybe they'll sire larger clutches too... Part of their whole..." he gestured to encompass all the eggs, trying not to put his foot in his mouth as he commented on the dragon mutations "thing."

He may have been moderating his tone, but Oarlen didn't limit his chatter at all, comfortable enough with Rinokan that he didn't feel as though he was being a bother - regardless of whether that was the case or not. They were safe where they stood, and he was surely not offending Kalestath from all the way back there. "Maybe she still thinks thread is due to fall?" he suggested as an alternative, "Some of the gold firelizards still lay larger clutches than others. Maybe she forgets it's an interval." His eyes moved from the gleaming gold to her rider then, voice dropping to the consipratory whisper once more.

"She is a little old you know." He didn't mean to be insulting. But he'd heard how some riders had a hard time letting go of their time in threadfall, having a hard time adjusting to the somewhat peaceful life at Southern Winds. Perhaps some dragons had a hard time forgetting too. They had hunters... and beachsnakes... aaand apparently bloodthirsty dragonets to occupy their minds, but threadfall was supposed to be something entirely different. Not that he'd have known more than stories. It had just been the way things were at Fort. And he'd never actually snuck outside to experience it first hand.

Quickly switching to a different vein of thought, Oarlen pointed to a spot close enough to the eggs so as not to be rude, but far enough away that he might have time to evade any further attacks from red dragonets. "I'll stand there I think. I got here real quick last time, but standing there will let me see the eggs and watch out for the reds when they hatched." It seemed as good a plan as any, and there was a slight upward note to his words that suggested he would wait for Rinokan to comment this time before continuing to speak. He didn't mention that he'd be able to keep a good distance away from any of the blacks that would hatch, and similarly there was little hesitation in acknowledging that the mutant colours would hatch again.

Unlike Kalestath's last hatching, he didn't expect any other mutant colours... Though a silver queen that would bond to a boy was still a nice little fantasy to keep in mind. There was one egg in particular... if he squinted at it, almost looked metallic... but Kalestath didn't seem any more protective over it than the other eggs. And if it were a queen. She'd surely know.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #16 on: July 30, 2018, 12:30:32 PM »
Sethunya felt duty bound to go see the newest clutch of eggs. So when news of the clutch rippled through the Weyr, and the dragons in it, she stood up from the table she’d been eating at and carried off her tray like so many others. She didn’t have the same sense of urgency as all the candidates – though she smiled in remembrance of such a time in her life – and slowly made her way through the tunnels toward the sands.

O’sir will be there, her dragon remarked.

That prompted a small smile. //He’ll be acting as Candidate Master. It’d be rude of me to bother him.//

She could damn near hear the snort of amusement from here, even though Tyrriath was relaxing in their weyr. I doubt he would consider you a bother.

As she approached the hatching sands, she amended, //Mm. A distraction.//

The clutch was large, but that didn’t surprise Sethunya. She offered a bow to the brooding, looming Gold and a soft, “Congratulations” before she moved out of the way. Halirina was already swarmed by others so she didn’t see the need to pester the Weyrwoman.

Sethunya did catch O’sir’s eye and offer him a small smile and a wave before she made her way to the stands. Out of the way but somewhere she could appreciate the sight and, in her own way, feel a sense of sweet nostalgia. It wasn’t often Sethunya dwelt on the past. Mostly because she was too busy with the present. But clutches did bring up fond memories of candidacy.

It is curious to know that I came from such small eggs. the Brown remarked after a quiet moment.

Sethunya actually laughed softly to herself. //You might not remember, but you used to be able to follow me around in the halls. You used to be small. Now you’re... well. Not so small anymore.//

Tyrriath didn’t remember, but since Sethunya did he could ‘see’ himself as a tiny dragon. There was a sense of amused disbelief from him.

Only then did Sethunya hear others talking amongst the stands. Candidates that had moved around her, though not exactly next to her, and not close enough she could hear exactly what they were saying. A lot of the candidates she didn’t recognize. Which was to be expected. People aged out, left, or Impressed. There were also more and more candidates added for large clutches. When she did recognize someone, she didn’t want impose either. But it was nice to see Rinokan might have a friend.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #17 on: August 06, 2018, 01:55:18 PM »
With regard to many people, Rinokan found their constant chatter annoying. He’d never really been good at small talk, and in so many cases, the things that other people said were just so stupid. Perhaps under different circumstances, he would have felt the same way about Oarlen. But there was something just familiar enough about it that it didn’t bother him. Perhaps a good portion was that the younger Candidate seemed perfectly happy to carry on most of the conversation by himself at times, which allowed Rinokan the opportunity to just listen rather than having to give awkward, stilted answers to questions he didn’t care about.

That Kalestath’s clutches had been big when Neisoth caught her was a good point. But perfectly honestly, Rinokan didn’t know much about the history of other dragon clutches. He’d only personally been to a few, almost exclusively after he was Searched—and where Oarlen got most of his information, he had no idea. But so far, it had all pretty much been accurate. It was just one of those special interests of his, he supposed.

“Maybe…” An idle comment, but he didn’t feel the need to add anything more for the moment. Oarlen was just getting going now, and interrupting him would serve really no purpose.

Rinokan did arch his eyebrows in surprise when the other boy mentioned that Kalestath was old—and he glanced in the Weyrwoman’s direction as though expecting her to have heard. But her demeanor didn’t change, and the Gold’s eyes didn’t deepen to a bloody red. So at least there was that.

In the pause after the change of subject, he did offer, “I think that’s a good spot.” It was far back enough not to be immediately in the way of any dangerous dragonets, but not so far back as to look noticeable or cowardly. Rinokan, for his part though, shrugged a shoulder. “I’m probably gonna end up in the front.”

The idea of it didn’t scare him, and he felt confident in his ability to get out of the way fast enough. And to not panic and go running toward the golden Queen.

He recognized Sethunya when she got close enough, and actually waved to her with a faint smile, gesturing at the seat to his other side. Rinokan wasn’t sure if she’d join them, but he wouldn’t be opposed to it. He’d more or less lost track of her since she’d Impressed, but her class would be graduating at the end of the turn, wouldn’t they? He was a bit curious how things were going.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #18 on: August 08, 2018, 08:39:46 AM »
It didn’t matter how many times Khary had seen eggs by now, or even Stood on the sands during a Hatching. There was something about seeing them that gave her renewed hope that this time, she would Impress. She hadn’t been meant to Impress before because this clutch of eggs had her dragon. Or so she would tell herself at each Kalestath clutch. She cared less about Imyth’s clutch and now Minath’s clutch considering neither of them produced the amazing red and black dragons. She didn’t want an ordinary dragon. She had already wasted all of her life so far being ordinary. This dragon that she was waiting for…she knew it would be the one to bring her into a life of extraordinary.

Even with her pent up excitement at hearing the news that the eggs had been laid from the Candidate Master, Kharismene hustled through her chores and sat down to eat her fill of dinner. She wouldn’t let chores get in the way of her seeing the eggs once they were given permission on the Sands, and she also learned to always eat when there was food on the table. Once those priorities were taken care of, she realized she’d moved so quickly through them that now she had to play the waiting game.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if Oss were here, but—where the crackdust was he? Hopefully not still working on chores. She couldn’t say her chores had been done well, but at least they were done and not standing between her and the eggs. Khary nibbled on the dinner roll and scanned the food line to be sure he wasn’t here yet. At least if he were here she could join him in line rather than sit alone at the table. She didn’t have much use for the other candidates—or they for her, she supposed—which did make the time without Oskendar pretty boring.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long before the announcement was relayed to the candidates. She scooted from the bench and hurried to the Sands, making sure to get a good spot at the front of the other candidates so her view of the eggs was unblocked. She was busy counting the eggs when she felt a nudge at her side. Her mouth opened to snap at whomever thought to push her aside, but it quickly changed to a bright smile at the sight of Oskendar. “There’s thirty-two eggs again! We have to Impress this time around.” There were so many chances, how could they not?

She followed after Oss to the Weyrleaders. He was far better at remembering what was expected of them. Had he not been there, she likely would have studied the eggs from a distance and left without a word to them. But once he moved, she followed without question and bowed with a murmured congratulations. She nodded in response to Oskendar’s comment about their fire lizards as they moved away from the Weyrleaders. “I sent Caper to tidy up my bed and I’m hoping the others are helping, or at least staying out of his way. I just hope they don’t finish and think they can show up here.”

She’d been there when a fire lizard had offended the Queen dragon, and she never wanted her faire in that danger. “How many reds and blacks do you think are in there? I’d be happy as long as there is at least one red in there for me.” Her voice wasn’t so quiet as his while she spoke, though in all honesty it was quieter than her usual talking tone. “Which dragon are you hoping for this time?” She knew his preference in color kept changing, but she always hoped for a black for him so that they would both match in one of the newer, more extraordinary dragons. Neisoth had already proved a few times over that blacks were the new dominant male dragon. But where would the reds fit in?

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #19 on: August 22, 2018, 11:16:45 PM »
"I wouldn't worry about them. I think I've made the consequences to Herald as clear as I can. Hopefully he could keep Caper there as well." Their firelizards had grown up virtually side-by-side, so they were familiar enough with each other, but that didn't mean if they all got the wrong idea into their heads that they wouldn't screw up. He noticed occasionally that his firelizards could only really focus on one thing at once.

"Kalestath never disappoints." He said brightly in response to Khary's tally of the eggs. 32 was a great number of eggs. Although it sometimes seemed easier to be rejected by Imyth's small number of hatchlings than Kalestath's entire hoarde. But he was still young, as much as Kharismene was impatient to find her dragon and get on with it, Osken, for the most part, was happy to let the chips... fall as they may. It was easier to just assume that he was going to impress, sooner or later, rather than admit it was possible there wasn't a dragon out there for him. So with that idea neatly shoved out of his mind, he need to be too impatient.

It seemed likely that Kalestath and Neisoth's clutch would yet again yield more reds and blacks, and he said so, adding, "I'm betting half the clutch will be new colours this time." Osken didn't really like thinking of them as mutations. Who were they to dictate what was natural or unnatural for dragons? "I'll say 10 reds and 6 blacks this time around." He knew that Kharismene would be delighted at the idea of more red possibilities for her to impress, "And if one of the blacks happen to look my way this hatching, I would not be disappointed."

Last clutch it had been bronze (after a particularly annoying argument with a young bronze weyrling who didn't like to admit that he was wrong), but it would be stupid of Oskendar to discount the idea of a black with Kalestath's hatching coming up.

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #20 on: August 23, 2018, 01:37:19 PM »
Kharismene’s eyes widened at the prospect of so many new colors. It didn’t matter that it was only a guess and from someone with the same background and knowledge as herself. The thought alone was more exciting than anything else to her in this moment. If that happened, there would be plenty of chances for her to Impress at least one of them. Especially if there happened to be so many reds, which was the only one she wanted. If she could walk right up to a Red hatchling before it could see anyone else, she would love to try it.

Unfortunately, she’d seen far too many deaths and severe injuries to students by clumsy or even downright mean hatchlings to be stupid enough to do that. If only she could make herself stand out more than the others, though, when a red hatched.

“I think you’re right,” she agreed readily, though she hadn’t considered that possibility until he’d just said so. “There are more every time she has eggs, so there has to be more. Maybe that’s why it’s taken us so long to Impress. Ours are going to be in one of these hatchings where there are more of them.”

She knew that Oskendar changed his color preference almost every hatching, so while she was happy to hear he was back to being okay with a black dragon, she smirked and poked his side. “I don’t think you’d be disappointed if any dragon looked your way, Oss. Maybe that’s why they haven’t picked you already. You haven’t decided which one you want, so how can they know if they want you?” Khary grinned and slapped her hand to her chest. “I’ve always been certain of which one I want, so I know the red dragon won’t hesitate when it sees me. I won’t have any doubts in him—or her.”

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Re: Hardening Eggs of a Broody Gold [ 19.4.2591 / 7PM ]
« Reply #21 on: August 31, 2018, 02:52:54 AM »
Osken whispered conspiratorially under his breath, "'Means she's gotta keep getting caught by Neisoth too." As much as he didn't have any real stake in who caught who, you'd have to be living under a rock to not know that Neisoth continuing to catch Kalestath was a point of contention in the Weyr. "Or maybe," he continued in an equally hushed whisper, "We've been waiting for that Baleth."

There was no guarantee that just because Baleth was a black that he would father more of the new colours. As... uneducated as he was, Oskendar knew little and less about animal husbandry or genetics, but he could see patterns at least. He didn't think it was a simple coincidence that the reds had only been fathered by Neisoth so far.

He wrinkled his nose at her and at her words. It wasn't wrong persay. But he didn't exactly like being informed that his lack of attachment to one colour was making him less desirable to impression.

"Him or her? I don't believe you haven't got an image of your red in your mind yet. You've been thinking about it long enough." He teased Khary. "Besides, maybe yours will be so shocked that you can tell the future so accurately that they won't know what to make of you." It was perhaps a subtle call out for her earlier words, but Oskendar had never been one to say nothing at all to her.

"But you're correct. I wouldn't be unhappy if any one of them chose me." He just thought it was more likely to be a black than anything else at this point in time.

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