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Offline Halirina

Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« on: December 14, 2018, 11:57:14 AM »

With how much was going on in the Weyr, and the addition of a Black Weyrsecond, it was almost nice that this particular clutching was just normal. Halirina might not like Vanelwynne, but at least the woman and her Gold had the good sense to be traditional. To fall in line with what was expected.

Faranth knew what would happen if B’ron actually lost to a Black dragon. She suspected the ban on dueling wouldn’t top the ensuing rampage. The man wouldn’t go into retirement any quieter than Halirina likely would. Especially if the way the Weyr seemed to be heading was... well, a bit chaotic. The Weyrwoman wouldn’t say that the new colors were an ill omen, but she could say they were problematic and not have Kalestath argue that particular point.

No matter how well they might be doing or that they were displacing the Bronze dragons in the upper ranks, it was causing unrest. Not everyone liked change. Least of all those who had relied so heavily on the hierarchy and tradition of the Weyr, the stability provided, to survive the Pass.

So, it was with a bit of relief, that Halirina received the news of Oriath’s clutch being laid. She could only guess what manner of dragon would hatch out of Imyth’s clutch, but this one... This clutch would be a welcomed dose of normalcy on the island. Even if it meant meeting up with Vanelwynne and B’ron. Halirina didn’t say it, but she was quietly looking forward to seeing the pair. The Weyr was starting to feel... different. Off. Almost out of control and there wasn’t much she could do about it but adapt and deal with things as it all fell on them.

Kalestath didn’t offer any sort of consolation. The Queen didn’t see anything wrong with the Weyr changing to accommodate the additional dragons, or the new life they had at the island. Granted, she couldn’t really remember the past so she didn’t have any attachment to it. All she remembered, she did through Halirina. There was nothing personal in it for Kalestath. She was responsible for all the dragons in the weyr, no matter their color. Whatever happened, they’d deal with it. It wasn’t something she said to Halirina though, because her Rider already knew that and they weren’t the sort of pair to share platitudes.

Arriving at the Hatching Sands with Oriath looming over her clutch of fresh eggs always gave Halirina a sense of heavy nostalgia. The Hatching Sands were just that sort of place. New riders born as their dragons broke into existence. Now a happier time than the somber occasion back in the Pass. Not that the Golds were any less ominous, threatening, or broody. A clutch was a clutch no matter the time it was laid.

“Fifteen eggs,” Vanelwynne said by way of greeting, saving Halirina the time to count. A beautiful pile of glistening, freshly laid eggs near the Gold. It’d have been difficult to get an accurate count anyway.

Halirina dipped her head in a nod of greeting. “A lovely clutch.” No one need said that it was half of Kalestath’s. The Senior Weyrwoman was still trying to figure out why her Gold was still throwing clutch sizes like they were in the middle of a Pass. The others had gotten the idea...

Unless the threat to the island was hardly over. No surprise there, Halirina supposed.

It doesn’t matter the clutch size, only that they are all healthy, the Queen remarked amicably before, specifically to Oriath and her mate, she said, A beautiful clutch. Paying her respects in kind. Now that her own were hatched and away from her, she was a more level headed dragon.

Now that Halirina had arrived and the eggs were slowly hardening, others could show to pay their respects and take a glimpse at the future of the Weyr.

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Didn't we just have Hatching? :para: Nevertheless, Pern stops for no one. Here's a brand new batch of eggs. As always, there's an OOC thread where you can check in should you like. :love:
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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #1 on: December 14, 2018, 09:51:50 PM »
W’sar felt his age when he had to ask B’lye who was out, and who was supposed to be at the Weyr when the news of Oriath’s clutching was passed around the dragons. Like a gossip chain, he always thought of it. While W’sar did try to keep track of who was out and who was at the Weyr, he couldn’t rightly remember everyone and where they were at. Mostly because his memory just wasn’t that good.

That’s the entire reason he had a Wingsecond, after all.

“I guess that means we should go and take a peek at the eggs, hm?” he said, standing up and glancing over at the mess of parchment and wax tablets he’d made in the Wingsecond’s room. He might’ve felt bad if it wasn’t something so commonplace. It was how work got done, after all. Schedules, assignments, gear, the state of Pern and the other Weyrs, Holds, and Halls... all of it was there. It was both daunting and humbling.

“Should I leave the rounding up to you or...” W’sar teased a little before waving a hand and turning to make his way out of the room. B’lye would get those in the Weyr down to the Sands, to pay their respects and to be a part of an event in the Weyr. It was important, or at least the Brown Rider thought so. There was so much they missed... Not this, though. Since he’d be one of the first to arrive, and congratulate the Weyrsecond and the Junior Queen, he’d also get to see who of his Wing checked in like they should.

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Just rambling about B'lye. 8D @RaynePOTM Because he's lovely.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #2 on: December 14, 2018, 10:34:14 PM »
Riders didn’t have to go look at the new clutch on the sands. Didn’t have to translated into a lot of things, depending on which wing a Rider was in and whether or not they cared about what others thought of them. While J’dan didn’t particularly care about what others outside of his Wing might think, it was rather important to him that other Jungle Wing Riders think, at least well, of him.

Tradition dictated that Riders should go and congratulate the Queen Rider and look at the eggs, so he would do just that. J’dan wouldn’t say he didn’t care, because that wasn’t it. He just didn’t feel a way, either way. There was some hope that the clutch would be healthy, but since it was B’ron’s and Vanelwynne’s, he wasn’t really worried. There wasn’t a reason to be. If anything, he didn’t feel a way about the clutch because it should be a normal clutch. There wasn’t a reason to kick up a fuss or be worried.

This was a normal pairing. No mutations to be expected, no abnormal sizing. While no one was going to run about the Weyr accusing Kalestath of laying too many eggs, J’dan certainly didn’t understand the disparity.

It probably had something to do with the Black Dragon that kept catching her. That was his assumption. Neisoth was throwing everything off. Had been doing that since he’d taken the position of Weyrleader.

He arrived as some of his other Wingmates did – in a small cluster of Jungle Wing Riders who all dipped a short bow to both Oriath and Vanelwynne, as well as acknowledging B’ron. The man certainly deserved recognition – if not for the clutch, but because he’d been the one to really lead them all through the Pass. No one would say that Halirina hadn’t done her part, but when it came to flying Thread and issuing orders, B’ron had been the first one a lot of the Riders had either heard from or came into contact with. Halirina had been about keeping the Weyr in order – B’ron had kept the dragonriders in the air.

With respects paid, J’dan stood out of the way with some of his Wingmates and eyed the glistening eggs. Hard to imagine, not all that long ago, his own dragon was so terribly small.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #3 on: December 16, 2018, 05:12:36 PM »
The slap of soft soled boots on stone echoed down the stone corridors at a moderately fast rate, growing louder by the second, as they approached the Hatching Sands. The footsteps were fueled by excitement and joy of a new clutch being laid. Hope fueled the laughter that drowned out the footsteps as three figures appeared in the entrance to the stands of the Hatching Sands. Calladren slid to a stop and grinned widely at the fifteen eggs that were hardening on the Sands below. The other two candidates, both boys that were close in age to him spun around to make sure he was alright. Calladren waved them off, his eyes glued on the eggs. He counted them again, making sure that there were fifteen there.

Perhaps one of you is my weyrmate. He thought with hope. While he loved Octave, his little blue fire-lizard, nothing would compare to having a dragon as a partner for the rest of his life.

Only after counting the eggs for a third time, did Calladren look towards the rest of the people gathered. There was a group of Jungle riders nearby and the Junior Weyrleader pair who was responsible for this clutch. Calladren turned towards Oriath and gave her a deep bow. "This is a marvelous clutch, my Queen," he complimented, not certain if she would hear him. He turned and made his way to the Junior Weyrwoman and the Weyrsecond. He bowed once more, "Congratulations, Weyrwoman, Weyrsecond." He grinned boyishly, unaware of a small stain from a bubbly pie on his cheek. He respectfully took a few steps back and loitered nearby, just in case he was needed. He could not take his eyes off of the eggs below.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #4 on: December 17, 2018, 03:52:03 AM »
J'ken gives his regards to Vanelwynne, B'ron and their partners as is expected with a bow of respect and heartfelt congratulations. Without Queens there would be no eggs. He nods at W'sar in greeting (yes, he is missing the peace and quiet he had in Mountain wing) and finds a vantage point to watch the (for him at least), slightly more interesting arrivals. Eggs are all well and good, but without candidates there'll be no successful hatching.

He's not sure how many of the candidates know him, there's a chance now that they will after seeing him with Kallestaths clutch, and while he might not have any authority over them now... well, he'll remember anything he sees now and fifteen of them will soon be his.

To be fair he's impressed by how polite the ones that have arrived so far have been, O'sir's arduous work no doubt, and he smiles at the lad with a smear of what looks to be bubbly pie across one cheek as he fairly bounces in place.

“Excited kid?” He asks when the boy steps back, closer to the bit of wall he's claimed as his own.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #5 on: December 21, 2018, 02:34:39 AM »
The last few months for B'ron had not exactly put him in a good mood. After the introduction of another black into the Weyrleadership, this one just as inexperienced than the last, he had been spending his spare time in a state of blackened fury. Only Vanelwynne really suffered the repercussions of his mood, but it wasn't like Wynne had ever known B'ron when he was in a good mood.

As for the rest of the Weyr, they likely noticed little difference in him. Above all else, he knew how to control himself in front of the Weyr. Duty demanded it.

Leremith for his part however, was perfectly content. Oriath's clutch was healthy. His dragon memory remembered little about the details of clutch sizes, but his instinct informed him that the size was perfectly proportionate for the time. And so how could he not be content. The compliment from Kalestath, despite being conferred between the dragonpairs every hatching, nonetheless also made the father quite chuffed.

Halirina, W'sar and J'ken all received a nod of acknowledgement, and a few of the Jungle Wingriders who arrived together B'ron made eye contact with as he acknowledged their attendance. Despite S'bok's supervision on the Wing, in all they made him rather proud.

Leremith's cheerful mood was leaking into B'ron, and so the Weyrsecond's expression loosened marginally. If only relaxing his face just slightly enough as to not scare the pants off every one of the well-wishers. He did however narrow his eyes slightly at the stain on the candidate boy's cheek. But such minute details were below him to point out. The embarrassment of realising later on would hopefully make the boy not arrive in such a state in the future.
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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #6 on: January 14, 2019, 09:53:59 PM »
Oriath has finished. The gold dragon's voice held no affection or even warmth at the prospect, almost dismissive of the other gold's achievement in the way the name wrapped around Nalata's mind. Still, the slightest hint of propriety offered an underlying request in the statement. Though they were still weyrlings in name, Minath and Nalata had a certain reputation that needed to be upheld, and particularly at such a late hour, there was no valid reason not to pay their respects to the older queen. Though it was a respect born of obligation rather than any affection towards Oriath, none in the weyr would be able to accuse the youngest gold and her rider of inappropriate behaviour.
"That's awfully convenient of them." Nalata mused as she finished rubbing oil into a particularly dry spot just behind Minath's forearm, using the rag to wipe off the excess oil from her hands before folding it and placing it back in the spot from which she had retrieved it. "Will you be coming as well?" she added with the faintest curve of her mouth. Minath was bristly enough with the other golds that even the thought was enough to have her rumbling with discontent, though she was more than aware of her place in the weyr and not as stupid as she may have once been to actually let one of the other golds know.

Nalata simply chuckled in response, giving the gold another firm pat before busying herself with making sure her attire was appropriate for a public appearance. There was little doubt in her mind that much of the weyrleadership would be present, as well as innterested weyrfolk, and this close to graduating she wasn't about to be an embarassment. Not only would she be representing Minath, but the future weyrleadership. Satisfied with her appearance she made her way to the sands at a brisk pace, careful not to appear rushed, but not wanting to be accused of dawdling. A quick assessment of who had already gathered implied that she had not been too delayed in her own arrival so as to be seen as rude and her posture relaxed ever so slightly at the achievement.  A clutch to be proud of. Minath offered respectfully, the warm croon to her tone a stark contrast to how she had announced Oriath’s success to Nalata.

Oriath’s bulk shielded most of the eggs, but it was clear from the murmuring as she sought to stand somewhere out of the way while still being actively present should any of the attending weyrfolk wish for her attention that it was a perfectly proportionate amount considering they were in the midst of an interval. The records indicated that Oriath always laid smaller clutches than the senior gold, but these past few turns they have been smaller again, a fact that reassured Nalata far more than Kalestath’s own larger sized clutches did, the lore behind clutch sizes enough to  counteract the excitement of a hatching whenever the larger clutches had been laid.

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I’m never going to get this post right so forgive the crappy. It took me two weeks to be somewhat OK with what I’ve got so far and I’m gonna post it before my nerve dies again.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #7 on: January 16, 2019, 06:42:11 PM »
There were plenty of reasons to go and pay his respects once Oriath had finished laying her clutch, but also plenty of reasons to just stay in his weyr and enjoy the solitude that it provided. While it may have been expected of weyrfolk and riders alike to offer a congratulations, the stigma  that accompanied the colour of his bonded's hide always made such traditions tedious... And with Oriath and Leremith offering the only "normal" clutch this turn, M'lan didn't even need to be present to know there would be more than a handful of people who wouldn't look too kindly on a black rider reminding them of the mutations in their midst.

T'veck had really fucked them over by stealing that spotlight. Like there weren't enough rumours about Imyth's clutch without adding a black sire to the mix. The fact that Corvath had been just as intent on catching the pale queen didn't really play into his feelings on the matter either.

At least S'bok and Neisoth's continued wins had meant their classes included bronze rider ettiquette... which unfortunately meant M'lan was swaying more towards going to the sands than not. The fact Corvath's mental touch oozed a determined confidence, and an unmistakable sense of deserving the same respect that traditionalists seemed inclined to offer only to those with bronze partners certainly helped bolster his riders own sense of worth.

If he wanted to prove that they were worthy of the same respect... than M'lan had to make an effort to show them why... Even if that meant dealing with the inevitable crowd of people that would be gathered there.

We'll watch the stars after. Corvath crooned as encouragement, though the ever present edge would have made the offer seem malicious should anyone else hear it. M'lan had gotten used to the underlying danger to his dragon's tone, however, and conceded to the not-request mentally before making his way to the sands.

He tensed as he found himself behind a pack of jungle riders, jaw clenched as he waited for the under-the-breath remarks that accompanied such a gathering. Nothing was said to set his temper off, and while he found he couldn't relax, expecting instead for every single motion to be scrutinised by the judging bastards, managed the appropriate greetings to the clutch parents and their riders, as well as the leadership already gathered before setting off int he opposite direction.

His gaze did linger on Nalata as he moved a little closer to her, the familiarity of his classmate, however highly ranked rather tempting before thinking better of it. With two out of three queens already claimed by black dragons, he didn't want anyone to think he was trying to gain Nalata's favor in the hopes of giving Corvath an unfair advantage when Minath finally had her maiden flight. So while he did acknowledge her, he found a spot far enough away that no-one could fault him and waited for an appropriate moment to slip away again, the scowl on his face discouragement enough for anyone thinking he might be trying to invite conversation.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #8 on: Yesterday at 08:12:06 PM »
With the leisurely pace of a bloke with nothin’ to concern him at such an hour, Wa’by had entered the hatching sand and offered his respects to the queen and her bonded, a soft phrase or two that was about as easy to understand as words written in mud offered to each, with Vicith clarifying with the dry sarcasm that was his default tone, even with the reverence held within when addressing his superiors.

“How’sitgoan, Chief?” the bluerider asked as he caught sight of W’sar, aware enough that the general weyr population was present and just managing not to clap his old wingleader on the back and pull him ino a hug. He’d noted some of his weyrlings filtering on in and it wouldn’t do to encourage such familiarity in a formal setting. He’d manage to track him down later in any case. “Just imagine. Give it a few flicks and some of these little ankle-biters’ll be old enough and ugly enough to replace those bloody dickheads who keep waggin’ from your wing. You’d think Ol’ faithful’d be able to keep us in line but he’s about as useful as tits on a bull with that, don’tcha reckon?” Apart from the overly animated facial features, it’d be hard for anyone not involved in the conversation to discern just what Wa’by was saying to the Mountain Wingleader, and even then they’d have to be used to Wa’by’s particular ramblings.

“Fuck me dead if Jazza ain’t doin’ a top bloody job though. Makes it look like a piece o’ piss.” He added as he scanned the gathered weyrfolk once more, offering a friendly grin to those he knew before his eyes fell on the ever so slightly relaxed features of the junior weyrleader of the hour.

“I gotta go give B’ronny a proper hello, but pop on in and say g’day won’t ya? Grog’n I have managed a doozy of a brew. Just gotta see if it’s worth a piss-up.” As a no longer practicing brewer, Wa’by’s creations lacked a certain level of finesse… and while the invitation to catch up might be appealing, the prospect for sharing a drink not yet approved by the qualified brewers was certain to be a dealbreaker. B’lye might be more inclined to subject himself to that torment.

Waiting for only so long as required before W’sar finished with him, Wa’by waltzed on over to Vanelwynne’s weyrmate with a grin. “Mate! You gotta be right chuffed at those little rippers! Lerry and Ozza’ve done us a good one, right?!” He crowed, the hand held out in formal greeting belying the familiarity in his tone. Clutches were to be celebrated just as much as successful hatchings, and with his mannerism’s at least in line with proper rider etiquette, his tone could at least be interpreted as just an over-enthusiasm for another successful night in the weyr.

Not always wise to poke a tunnelsnake… Vicith cautioned privately, though Wa’by’s amusement laced his own tone as well.

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@SanctifiedSavage for W’sar, @RaynePOTM for brief mention of B’lye and @Inki for death

With all things, Changes can be made if I've made too many assumptions... PArticularly with W'sar, Savage ^^; I kinda ran away with it.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #9 on: Yesterday at 08:27:06 PM »
There seems to be some kind of chaos going on at the sands. Go see so I can see. "Say please and maybe I will." The little green dragonet huffed at her and waited a few moments. She was being stubborn and regal like, which seemed to be growing from her more and more as of late. Please Zarenna. I am curious but there are too many people and too many people means chaos. Zarenna chuckled as she closed her notebook and she leaned over to the little green and kissed her head. "Just for you my dear." Zarenna made sure that she looked somewhat presentable, though she could feel the look of disdain coming from Atissyth. Zarenna ignored the look though and she left the room, heading in the direction of the hatching sands.

Perhaps Oriath just clutched. She did fly some time ago. Either way, too many people will be there. I am content to look through you. Zarenna was starting to feel like the green would be this way for the hatching of the eggs too if there were any. She noticed that Atissyth was right though, there were quite a few people showing up to the sands at the moment, and the only real reason would be that Gold Oriath had laid some eggs. She was curious to know how many were in the clutch, though she was also pretty sure that she wanted to be no where near them. She didn't need her green getting jealous or anything.

Once she reached the sands, she saw the gold body of Oriath and she bowed before her. "Greetings Oriath, this looks like a fine clutch you have. I am happy for you." As am I Oriath Zarenna knew that she had bespoke so that the Gold could hear her, so she didn't feel the need to repeat what the green had just stated. As she rose, she took a good look at the eggs that were on the sands. She counted the eggs, and there were fifteen. That was still a good sized clutch, though it was only half of the one that her own Atissyth had hatched from. But she figured that neither the rider nor the dragon needed a reminder of that little fact.

Instead of lingering on the sands for too long, she moved over to the stands. There, she would still be able to get a good look, but she could also see who came to greet the new clutchmother.
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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #10 on: Today at 02:11:32 AM »
It was always interesting, or perhaps dryly entertaining to Halirina, being able to watch these ‘meet and greets’ when she was not the Weyrwoman holding the event. Having Vanelwynne and B’ron subject to the attention, the compliments, the questions and the lot of it. Oriath and her edgy broodiness over eggs she both wanted people to fawn over, but not get too close to. It was always a double edged blade, a Gold’s freshly laid clutch. A testament to a Rider’s relationship with their dragon that the giant Queens didn’t stomp around the Weyr afterwards and chase out all the other Golds, let alone all the other Dragons.

I’d feel better if you’d let me, she added, though there was a thread of humor there.

//I bet,// Halirina responded dryly. She knew her Queen wanted nothing more than to have the Weyr to herself when she had eggs hardening on the Sands. Halirina supposed Oriath must feel the same.

So she tried to remain off to the side and not draw too much attention to herself. This was Vanelwynne’s day, after all. If anything, Halirina just felt like a stuffy babysitter. Making sure everything went well.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« Reply #11 on: Today at 02:21:18 AM »
Even if W’sar didn’t really have a lot to do at such events, he just liked being present. Seeing the eggs, the activity of the Weyr. A flit on the cave wall, so to speak. Being a part of the comings and goings on and fulfilling his duty as Wingleader, even if he didn’t always understand what all that really was nowadays. He should just retire a Harper and call it a day.

That just seemed too cruel to B’lye, though. He couldn’t very well leave his friend to catalogue Pern on his own.

As he was standing off to the side, idly admiring the eggs, Wa’by came up to him. Caught him off guard. As the Blue Rider usually did. Since he didn’t interact with the man every day, it took W’sar a moment to process just what it was Wa’by was saying. The Weyrlingmaster Assistant had unique way of looking at the world and translating it to words. How anyone ever got lessons out through the man, W’sar wouldn’t ever guess. If anything, he was more impressed with the Weyrlings taught by the man. It took a lot of listening skills to pick up what he was really talking about.

W’sar was fairly certain that Wa’by had asked him a question, he just wasn’t sure how to answer it. So, rather than give an answer to something he wasn’t sure, what it was, he just quirked a brow and said, “It’s always a pleasure getting to see you, Wa’by.” Which was the truth of it.

He did get the bit about the invitation to visit and sample whatever concoction Wa’by had dreamt up, which did make the Mountain Wingleader smile through his thick beard. “Of course. I’ll let you know when my next free days are.” Since he followed a different schedule than the others, he’d be able to pass along such a thing to the Blue Rider. He waved off Wa’by when he wanted to go see B’ron, though. W’sar wasn’t about to go bother the Bronzer.


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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
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It only occasionally bothered him that many of the riders ignored his presence, but Calladren did his best to keep quiet about it. He was, afterall, the son of two riders and a Candidate himself. He should get some attention from some riders, and not always negative. He tried to be a good kid, but sometimes, trouble just seemed to find him. That's why, when J'ken spoke to him, Calladren jumped slightly. He did not think that this was a time that any of the dragonriders would notice a Candidate that had come to drool over the clutch in the Sands.

Calladren looked over the blue rider. "Yessir, I'm excited." He grinned from ear to ear. "As much as I've enjoyed being a Candidate and learning about dragons and riding, I really hope my partner is in one of those shells out there."

He scratched his cheek nervously and his fingers found the dried stain from a bubbly pie on his skin. Sheepishly, he quickly wiped it away. Of course, I'd make a fool out of myself in front of all these people.... But bubbly pies are so good. I couldn't help myself.

He barely looked in the direction of the all the leaders gathered nearby, but spoke of them. "Do all the important people from Weyr gather every single time a clutch is laid?" He typically snuck into the Sand to stare at the eggs, but never close enough to see other people.

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