The Hatching of Gold Zaerith and Bronze Valenth's Clutch
PernMUSH, May 21, 1995
The World of Pern is
copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a
registered copyright. Many thanks go to T'bin for providing this log, and to
Matheny for replacing it after it was lost in the Crosswinds crash.
Announcement: Cleona announces "Good evening, Pern. Ista Weyr sends word that
the eggs are hard and the dragons humming. Interested parties may
congretate at the Galleries #1300, the ledges for the draconian folk are
#1099, and those of you wanting to watch from the comfort of home may
+watch on Ista-Hatch."
Deyaan walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
J'cot walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
J'cot escorts Deyaan out onto the sands. He looks up at the galleries and
ledges, then back down at the dragons on the sands.
Deyaan walks out with J'cot, stepping carefully out along the edge, and then
to Zaerith's side.
Moire Gold Egg hops and squirms.
J'cot separates from Deyaan for a few moments to walk over to Valenth. He
smiles up at the bronze and scritches his neck for a few moments.
Buried Turquoise Egg tries hoping out of the depression of sand.
Shiny Mint Egg rocks very lightly, making a depression in the sands deeper.
Deyaan walks over to the nervously shifting Zaerith, and stays a small
distance away as the Gold rumbles, audible against the hum of the bronzes
above her on the ledges.
Crazed Pottery Brown Egg wobbles ever-so-slightly.
The bronzes above the Hatching Grounds hum louder, as a few of the eggs on
the sands start to shift in the sand.
Small Elongated Cobalt Egg squirms only slightly.
Antiqued Cream Egg shivers, sinking a little further into the sand.
Valenth hummms anxiouly and moves closer to Zaerith. He croons to her softly
while his rider rejoins Deyaan.
Shiny Mint Egg rocks, back and forth, back and forth, deceptively slowly.
Deyaan stares at the eggs quietly, hands clasped in front of her as she
watches the clutch. As the Candidates start congregating outside the Sands
in their white robes, she looks up.
J'cot glances up at the audience again for a moment, then looks off towards
the congregating Candidates.
Mikayla walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Siriah walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Ella walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Germaine walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Micaya walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Filana walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Khrysaa walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Micaya pauses, blinking, and then performs a presentable curstsey to the
dragons and weyrleadership. She walks hesitantly to a place with the other
female Candidates.
Ella curtsies to the two dragons and walks toward the loose circle of
females.
Mikayla steps onto the hot sands, smiling nervously to J'cot and Deyaan, and
curtseys politely to the 'leaders and their dragons.
Jaycen walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Siriah stops briefly before Zaerith, bobbing in a curtsey made difficult by
the scorching sands.
Deyaan nods to the Greenriders as the gently urge the females near Zaerith,
on that side of the egg mound.
Filana does courtesy to the WeyrWoman and WeyrLeader, then again to Zaerith
and Valenth.. Then she joins the other girls.
Tobin walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Delfic walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Germaine pads quietly onto the black sands, gravely executing a curtsey to
Zaerith and Valenth, Deyaan and J'cot before taking her place in the
circle near Filana.
Deyaan nods to each Candidate in turn, and looks up at Zaerith.
Garelen walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Filana shifts from foot to foot
Jentrev walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Siriah moves uncertainly to stand next to Germaine.
Talion walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Khrysaa steps out onto the sands, contorting her face slightly as her feet
adjust to the extreme heat. She makes an awkward curtsey to the dragons,
the leaders and all, then excitedly heads over near Filana.
Jaycen steps out onto the sands, getting oriented before directing a bow
toward dragons and leaders. He moves to join the half-circle of
Candidates, ending up somewhere close to the middle.
Zaerith watches the Candidates with baleful eyes.
Jentrev steps out onto the sands and stares out at the filled galleries. His
feet begin to unconciously move up and down because of the heat. He nods
to Deyaan and J'cot. "Weyrleaders," he says shortly with only a little bit
of nervousness peeking out. He walks right past Zaerith and doesn't make
eye contact with the giant queen.
Talion bows quietly to Zaerith.
J'cot smiles broadly at all the Candidates as they approach. He nods in
response to each greeting.
Shiny Mint Egg's back and forth rocking increases in pace, twice, thrice,
even as if it senses the arrival of the Candidates.
Tobin steps out, looking a bit cocky, and smiles at the sands with a gleam in
his eyes, even though his face is pale. He gives a bow, unfortunately
rather inelegant, to Zaerith, shrugs, and assumes his place with the
Candidates.
Delfic hops a little bit as his feet aren't quiet used to this heat. He moves
into the semi-circle and gives a bow to the dragons and riders.
Jaycen stands still for a moment before directing a wide-eyed look down at
his feet and beginning to sway and wince a bit.
Buried Turquoise Egg
Most of this egg is buried in the black sand, but what shell can be seen is
coloured a rich, vibrant turquoise. The mound of sand surrounding it has
other eggs, most of them nearly exposed. Easily the brightest colour in
the clutch, the turquoise draws the eye.
A small splotchy pattered egg splits open and a green hatchling stumbles out.
Making her way along the lines of candidates, she finds a small
dark-haired girl and croons as they bond.
Diamond walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Eggs all over the sands start rocking more vigorously.
Lyree walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Deyaan murmurs something to J'cot, as the first eggs start to hatch.
Ella blinks as the first dragonet tumbles out and Impresses, moving slightly
closer to the people beside her.
Filana unconsciously reaches for Germaine's hand, still dancing that hot-foot
dance.
Siriah glances around with a certain amount of fear as the eggs rock and
shift on the black sands.
Lyree bows respectfully to Queen, bronze, and riders, then turns to watch the
eggs.
Micaya ohs softly as the first dragonet breaks shell. She whispers an unheard
'congratulations' to the girl across the sands.
Buried Turquoise Egg jumps in the sand that has buried around itself.
Garelen emerges though the cavern entrance. He walks a bit closer to the
clutch, then he bows to Zaerith, and after a short pause, to Valenth.
After that, he walks to his place in the half-circle about the clutch.
Valenth sits up on his haunches as the first few eggs hatch. He rumbles
anxiously as he peers out over the array of Candidates.
Jaycen collects himself, finding the most comfortable sway he can and
directing his gaze up to the stands, as if looking for someone. After
scanning the top level, he grins and gives a tiny wave then looks back
down.
Speckled Cerulean and Emerald Egg
is a feast for the eyes. Tiny blotches of soft emerald green and muted
cerulean blue bubble up next to one another in a continuous cover on the
shell; this effect is very visually intensive due to the detail of the
tiny coloured faculae. This egg seems larger than the rest, but as half of
it is buried in black sand, it may be hard to tell.
Tobin dances from side to side, at first trying to look stoic, then standing
on one foot, then the other. "Ow..." he says quietly.
Delfic watches the eggs, shifting his feet in the sand, trying to bring them
up to a closer temp to the sand but trying to keep them from burning.
Mikayla watches the pile of eggs, staring at them. She shifts on her feet,
trying to keep them from getting burned.
Khrysaa looks over the rocking eggs, her eyes wide. She suddenly shifts to
another foot as the heat begins to burn.
Speckled Cerulean and Emerald Egg rolls over, trembling, eager to be broken
into pieces.
Ella begins to shift from foot to foot as she watches the eggs.
Filana blinks, and blots at her eyes with her wrist.
J'cot leans close to Deyaan, listening to her comment, then smiles and nods.
Jaycen winces and decides that maybe it's better to stand with one foot on
top of the other. He tries this, managing to balance for a while before
trying it with the other fot.
Jentrev looks to the galleries, his eyes seeking P'ral, before the action on
the Sands demands his attention.
Micaya shifts her weight back and forth, the inevitable dance of the
Candidate. She watches the eggs closely, studying each for signs of
further movement.
Talion rocks back and forth, watching allof the activity with a somewhat
far-off look.
Buried Turquoise Egg twists around and jumps out of the buried section,
rolling towards a few of the other eggs.
Garelen stepsteps on the sands, his eyes shifting from one egg to the other.
He glances about him, looking at his fellow candidates, before the rocking
eggs attract his attention again.
Delfic watches the eggs, still shifting his feet and starting to swaeeat
Siriah pushes soggy bangs back from her forehead, shifting her weight from
side to side. She glances toward her fellow candidates for reassurance.
Jaycen pushes his hair off of his forehead and holds it, blowing a cooling
stream of air up across his face.
Filana offers her other hand to Siriah.
Talion glances over at Siriah and winks.
Micaya nods encouragingly to Siriah before returning her eyes to the eggs,
her fingers twisting in the sides of her robe.
Two of the candidates, girls both, stand side by side. They whisper to each
other frantically, and hardly seem to notice the eggs, though they do
shift from foot to foot.
Buried Turquoise Egg spins in another complete circle before coming to a
sudden stop.
Speckled Cerulean and Emerald Egg hops acorss the sands, cracks beginning to
form, as it rolls near the line of Candidates.
J'cot shifts slowly from foot to foot, looking nearly as uncomfortable as the
Candidates.
The small turquoise egg cracks then simply falls apart, sending its awkward
green occupant sprawling in the hot sands of the Istan Hatching Ground.
The green of sunlight filtering through the leaves of the Istan rainforest
melting in with the darker green of those same leaves colors this
dragonet's hide. Being a green, she is smaller than many of her
clutchmates, but seems undaunted by this Fact Of Life. Neither does she
pay much attention to the current uselessness of her wings for anything
but to trip her, nor to the squeaks in her previously untried voice. A mix
of clumsiness from just being born and delicateness for the same reason,
this little green is as ugly as a dragon hatchling should be and yet
beautiful with the promise of speed and grace to come when she grows.
Delfic's eyes lock on the tuirquoise egg, nervously following its movements
as h e shifts from foot to foot.
Germaine shifts quietly on the sands, her eyes mesmerized by the sight of the
still-damp hatchlings as they, one by one, inexhorably and joyously find
their lifemates. She holds lightly to Filana's hand, turning to smile
reassuringly to Siriah and Micaya before her attention is captured by
another hatching dragon.
Jaycen looks up at his hair and grimaces, muttering "I shoulda tied it back,"
before gathering more of it up into a little 'tail and holding it back.
Siriah entwines her fingers briefly with Filana's and allows her hand to drop
to her side as the turquoise egg cavorts.
Mikayla looks over at Valenth for a quick moment, then the eggs catch her
attention and she watches them nervously.
Filana's breath catches as the Green falls into the stands, and she starts
forward, Germaine's hand reminding her not to touch.
Khrysaa hops onto her other foot, and shoots a glance over at Jaycen, nodding
to him affirmatively. Her eyes dart back to the hopping eggs.
Jentrev watches the Bleached Driftwood egg, until another one cracks, and he
has to split his attention. He shifts his feet, trying not to look too
nervous.
One of Tobin's feet disappears under his robes as he balances, trying to save
it from a burning. It drops, though, as the green hatches.
Jaycen flashes a grin at Khrysaa, catching her look. He finally turns to look
at the eggs, switching feet again with a little hopo.
Micaya watches almost hypnotically as one by one, the dragonets emerge.
Forgetting to shift her weight after a few moments, she gives a start, her
feet burning, and she sheepishly begins the movement once more.
Sunny Green Hatchling falls nose first into the sands as she finaly breaks
free of the shell, her surprised squeel sounding over the sands as she
turns to look to look around.
Speckled Cerulean and Emerald Egg finally stops rolling, as larger cracks
begin to appear.
Delfic looks over, craning his neck to get a proper view of the green
hatchling. He shifts nervously from foot to foot.
Talion giggles at the green, finally beginning to relax.
Khrysaa blinks at the sound of the squeel emerging from the hatchlings mouth.
Siriah startles!
With a loud pop, a bronze dragonet splits open the speckled blue-and-green
egg into shards. He wobbles to his feet and lets out a tin-plated *ROAR*.
This dark, powerfully-built bronze is easily the most massive of the whole
clutch. His wings are large to support his muscular body. By the look in
his eyes, he knows exactly what he wants and will let nothing get in his
way. He tramples over eggs, other hatchlings, and Candidates
indiscriminately as he sends up small gouts of sand with his still-wobbly
legs, barreling about, looking for his choice.
Ella watches the eggs as they begin to crack shifting from foot to foot
slightly slower as she focuses on the hatchlings.
Siriah just Stays Out Of The Way.
Garelen shifts on his feet urgently, as he stood at one spot for too long. He
smiles at the first hatchlings, before he stepsteps a few times, trying to
subdue the pain.
Jaycen's eyes travel over the sands, trying to take everything in. He spies
the bronze and half-smiles, then looks over the Sunny Green, flicking a
stray strand of hair back.
Mikayla takes several deep breaths and tries to calm herself, then she
focusses her attention on the beautiful little green.
An unbidden smile creases Germaine's features at the sight of the stumbling
hatchlings.
Talion watches the bronze emerge and gasps, taking a step back.
Filana runs, pulling Germaine, to get out of that Bronze's way, as he comes
near.
Tobin stumbles back a bit, almost tripping on the edge of his robes.
"Yeah...Um..." He looks nervous.
Valenth bugles happily as the bronze hatches!
Khrysaa giggles nervously as she jumps out of the way of a flick of sand sent
her way as the bronze wobbles about.
Robust Bronze Dragonet looks at the candidates, then back at the eggs, of
course being the very first one to Hatch. He bugles impatiently at the
other eggs, then sees the two green already out. He bugles again, angry
that someone dare to beat him to iut.
Germaine blinks, following the tugging Filana, and narrowly avoiding the
onrushing bronze!
Delfic watches the bronze closely, a wide smile on his face.
Sunny Green Hatchling stands slowly up, taking a step away from the shards of
her egg. She has the most comical surprised look on her face as she finds
her wings triping her up and her nose buried in the sand.
Mikayla glances over at Valenth with a small smile in congratulations.
Micaya watches the green with wide eyes, trying to drink in everything at
once. She licks lips suddenly dry, and clutches the side of her robe
convulsively.
J'cot winces a bit at the bugle and glares up at his dragon. "Hey, none of
that!"
Lyree smiles to herself at the bronze's dramatic appearance.
Jaycen takes a quick step back, almost losing his balance, then chuckling and
blushing a bit. He quickly picks up the hottest foot and places it on top
of the other.
Khrysaa holds her hands over her mouth and stifles a giggle at the green's
expression, then yowls and hops to another foot as the sands begin to
burn.
A smile unfolds like a flower on Siriah's face, her nose wrinkled in mirth at
the creature's posturing.
Garelen raises his head, and looks at the bronze. He chuckles, at his
presumption, then carefully follows his further antics.
Jentrev stops gazing at the bleached driftwood egg, to watch the hatchlings
as they emerge. His hopeful look replaces the nervous one he was trying to
keep down.
Crazed Pottery Brown Egg
A deep brown undercolour is host to what seem like countless 'cracks' of
spectral blue. Its large surface seems like a piece of misfired pottery in
reverse. It has a glossy finish to it, and is almost spherical, rather
than oviod.
Small Elongated Cobalt Egg
Seeming rather deformed and smaller than would be expected, even for a dragon
egg, this small specimen sits off to one side. It's rather elongated and
it almost seems impossible that a dragon would be able to develop normally
within it, let alone hatch.
Filana puts her free hand on her hip, still rocking from foot to foot, and
gets her auntie expression on. "Fold your wings up, you silly green!"
Robust Bronze Dragonet snorts loudly, nearly a harumph, then turns back to
the candidates, eager to be the first to eat.
Sunny Green Hatchling struggles back to her feet, fanning out her wings to
both sides as she suddenly notices all the movment around.
Tobin glances up at the noise from the Galleries. His face falls, or perhaps,
he's more shocked than anything. He shrugs, shakes his head, and turns
back to the sands.
The shards from a crinkly, deep blue egg fall about the feet of a small brown
dragon. He manages to wobble towards a tall stocky boy and impresses
immediately.
Talion ohs as more of the eggs begin to move, trying to keep his eyes
everywhere at the same time...
Jaycen glances up at his father again, then looks down at the bronze, then
the green, then Khrysaa, then at his feet. Ouch.
Ella takes a step back, trying to avoid any onrushing dragons, but keeps a
close eye on all the moving eggs.
Delfic's eyes remain fixed on the bronze, watching his movement with
curiousity as he wipes his hands absently on his robge.
Khrysaa flicks her head over as the small blue egg begins to show action, she
casts a glance over at a young boy Candidate across the sands, "I told ya"
she says only loud enough so he can hear.
Pushing the fringe of hair back from her forehead, now damp with sweat,
Micaya looks admiringly at the bronze. But knowing he certainly isn't for
her, she returns her attention to the green, a small smile spreading
across her face.
Crazed Pottery Brown Egg rocks precariously on a ridge of sand, and rolls
down the side, knocking into another egg.
Lyree moves quickly to help the newly IMpressed brown and his lifemate to a
relatively quiet corner of the sands, where there is food and oil waiting.
Garelen looks about, as the more noise come from rolling and splitting eggs.
He takes notice of the greens, his muscles slightly tensing, as if he
prepares to dodge.
Siriah lifts her chin, watching the eggs roll around the sands.
Germaine chuckles delightly at the antics of the hatchlings, shifting from
one foot to the other in an unconscious response to the heat of the black
sands.
Sunny Green Hatchling steps towards the line of Candidates, she seems to know
just what she wants as she is drawn to one certain person. She stops,
eyeing a white hairribbon as she takes a playfull bite towards it.
Small Elongated Cobalt Egg squirms about a little, making an impression in
the sand.
Robust Bronze Dragonet walks along the line of Candidates, looking for the
louder than before, as he spies across the way the one who so deserves
him.
Mikayla watches the rocking eggs, glancing over at the small cobalt egg for a
long moment.
Jentrev smiles, seeing the dragon trying to eat the ribbon.
Tobin whispers to the candidate next to him, something that is impossible to
hear. When the green hatchling gets close, though, he stumbles away from
the others to make room.
Ella blinks, taking a step back.
Siriah's hands fly to her mouth, hiding a smile for her friend.
Jaycen reaches down to wipe his hands on his robe, in the process letting his
hair fall in his face. He sighs and pushes it all back, shaking his head.
He switches feet again, now watching the bronze and bending a bit to scan
the line of Candidates.
Filana waves congratulations to the boy with the Brown as he passes. Her
dance becomes more energetic as the heat penetrates her feet.
Khrysaa stands on her tip-toes as if to make out the tracing left in the
sands by the egg.
Delfic follows the bronze's movements across the sand, his expression growing
unreadable, his movements stilling.
Talion watches the bronze move, forcing himself to move his feet so they
don't burn.
Sunny Green Hatchling falls on her nose at finding the hair ribbon suddenly
gone, she looks up at the person wearing the ribbon.
Small Elongated Cobalt Egg wobbles some more, rolling out of place and down
towards the Candidates.
J'cot's eyes follow the bronze, watching the reaction of each Candidate he
passes.
Siriah bounces a little on the sands, and steps back, watching Ella's
reaction.
Robust Bronze Dragonet stumbles slightly, but makes his way gracefully over
the Sands, finally placing himself regally in front of Garelen.
Germaine holds her breath as she watches the Sunny Green Hatchling fall
before one of her fellow-candidates.
Ella blinks, gazing into the green's eyes. She cries out joyously. "Her name
is Miriath!"
Micaya keeps her eyes on the green, watching her fall before her new
lifemate. She smiles for her fellow Candidate, whispering,
"Congratulations.."
Delfic smiles slightly as the bronze makes his way down the line.
The long, somewhat deformed cobalt egg shivers a few times, and is still. A
passing brown hatchling tramps on the shell roughly, and cracks it with
the scurry of his sharp claws. A few pushes from the inside, and a small,
wobbly green manages to push her way out to flop on the sands.
Hatched from an egg that looks almost too small to support a hatchling, this
small dark green nevertheless seems strong enough to struggle about on her
short legs. Her tail has an odd, slight corkscrew cant to it as if it were
affected by its odd curl within the elongated egg. Easily half the size of
the larger green hatchlings, she nevertheless spreads her delicate wings
and defiantly looks around her, with an odd, tinny shriek. While one might
worry for her viability, her eagerness to go about the business of living
tends to remove all doubts.
Talion smiles fondly towards Ella, mouthing a congratulations he hopes she
catches out of the corner of her eye.
Delfic whips his head over to watch Ella and smiles widely, "Oh Ella,
congratulations!"
Jaycen looks up from the bronze to Garelen, grinning a bit. He turns,
surprised, and smiles at Ella. Then he straightens and looks around once
more, stepping out of the way of a very enthusiastic green just in time.
Mikayla's eyes are fixed on the cobalt egg, only distracted by Ella's voice.
Jentrev smiles for Ella, happy for her, yet envious of the bond.
Khrysaa turns her glance away to follow the green as it approaches Ella. She
flashes a most likely unnoticed congratulatory smile.
Germaine cranes her neck, smiling her heart-felt congratulations to Miriath
and Ella!J'cot smiles broadly at Ella.
A deep blue dragonet hatches from a green whorled egg. He impresses to a
short dark-skinned young man.
Cracks appear under the false colored cracks of the Crazed Pottery Egg.
Within a few seconds, the shell lies in shards around a brown dragonet,
who hastily gets to his feet.
Like the color of sunbleached grains, this toasty-brown hatchling is a warm
sight. His small frame is proportioned to perfection, and his wedge-shaped
head balances on a sturdy neck. His large feet hold fast beneath him as he
rushes from the shards of his egg, bugling joyfully. As his sturdy wings
unfurl, one of his feet catches on a small, elongated blue egg, and in his
haste to find his lifemate, his foot cracks it. He goes on without seeming
to notice.
Micayas eyes are caught by the bronze approaching her friend, and she holds
her breath for a moment, not daring to hope.
Sunny Green Hatchling rubs her head up against Ella's chest.
Tobin looks over at Ella, grins at her with a cocky 'Told you so' smile, then
has to scramble away to avoid being trampled by a larger candidate who
moves too near without looking where he's going.
Mikayla smiles as the dark green hatchling greets the world with her tinny,
beautiful new voice,
Ella smiles and nods to the little green wordlessly, leading her away.
G'rel's eyes suddenly widen, as a little bronze come before him almost out of
nowhere. His mouth half open, he looks deep into his eyes. He mutters,
quite audibly, "Yes, Keth, of course we can eat." His head whirls around
impatiently.
Jaycen takes a step back and regards the latest brown for a moment before his
gaze travels on.
Filana says, "Congratulations, Ella!"
Khrysaa contorts her face nastily as the brown tramples the blue shell open,
then looks about in amazment as impression continue about her.
Siriah's head jerks round to Garelen and her jaw fairly hits the sands.
Delfic turns his attention back to the bronze as he grins, "Oh, G'rel!
Congratulations!"
Diamond walks over to Ella slowly, saying something quietly to her and
nodding towards the corner.
Lyree skirts around a particularly wobbly green, making her way towards
G'rel, and Keth.
Talion smiles at G'rel and whispers his congratulations.
Germaine's attention is caught almost immediately by the note of joy in the
newly-hatched brown's voice. She smiles reflexively in response, admiring
his compact build.
Valenth rumbles happily to Keth and his new mate. He moves a bit closer to
Zaerith, watching the rest of the candidates with wary eyes.
Micaya murmurs across the sands, "Oh, Garelen, congratulations.." and then
after a moment, her head turns to regard the small green, and the brown
that recently hatched.
Ella walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Golden Brown Hatchling moves past one of his siblings absently knocking into
it. His eyes whirl hungrily, and he moves forward, looking determinedly
for someone.
Tobin blinks at G'rel and Keth, as he regains his feet. He shakes himself
out, winks, and says "That's a mark I won..."
Delfic turns his attention to the brown crossing the sands from his shells
and his expression becomes one of quiet concentration.
Sunny Green Hatchling walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Zaerith slowly backs away from the golden egg, but not more than a few
crouched steps. It still gleams, motionless, on the sands.
Tiny Green Hatchling pushes away the last bits of shell and squaks in
confusion. Too many people... She looks around, assessing her situation,
and sets off to find something .. or someone.
Keth follows G'rel, his struts across the sands similar to that of a Holder
across his Courtyard at Gather time.
Mikayla focusses on the little green, not even noticing the others. She
smiles, watching it move slowly closer.
Germaine turns to catch G'rel's eye, beaming happily and wishing him her
congratulations.
Jaycen winces and looks down again. He picks up one of his feet and looks at
the bottom. Reassured that it's not one big blister, he puts his foot down
again and decides to stare at an egg off to the side that hasn't Hatched
yet.
Golden Brown Hatchling reaches the semi-circle of candidates, and pushes over
a young lad, absently clawing his leg. That was not the one. He moves
toward a group of lads, and one lass.
Khrysaa looks in concren at the befuddled green.
Siriah folds her arms across her chest, smiling radiantly. She remembers her
feet a little too late.
Talion acks as the brown mauls one of his friends.
Valenth reaches out to nuzzle Zaerith's neck gently as she backs away from
the golden egg.
Micaya watches the green and the brown, her head swiveling back and forth
between them almost comically, wincing as she beholds the actions of the
bronw.
Siriah shuffles in place, pfffting her bangs from her eyes with a small puff
of air.
Lyree walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Tobin looks furtively over at the riders who are out on the sands, balancing
up on one foot.
Moire Gold Egg
Barely visible moire whorls of paler gold can be seen on this huge golden
egg. Its satiny surface gleams innocently between Zaerith's dark golden
forelimbs and the black of the sand. The shape is slightly elongated, away
from a perfect ovoid, and the minimal light of the Cavern seems to be
hoarded deep within the golden shell before being softly released to the
eyes.
Filana watches the golden egg, eyes wide, and shifting back and forth as she
rocks from side to side. She drops Germaine's hand, and moves behind her,
slightly to the side.
Germaine winces at the sight of the brown's careless raking of the boy,
turning to look anxiously back to the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader.
Khrysaa catches her breath as the brown scratches one of her friends, then
turns her head away, putting it aside.
G'rel extends his hand to the bronze before him, to his eyeridges. He starts
scratching them, even as his eyes are looking for somebody who has FOOD.
He follows the other Impressed Candidates to the the side.
Talion's eyes dart to the gold egg, as if surprised it is hatching so soon.
Moire Gold Egg starts rocking slowly in the ridges of sand left by Zaerith's
front legs.
Tiny Green Hatchling inspects each person in line one by one. She stops
before a young redheaded lad, but then gets distracted by all the noise
and wanders off.
G'rel walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Golden Brown Hatchling speeds up his pace, his eyes now fixed in one
direction. Someone steps in front of him. He bowls past. He is now moving
as fast as he can manage.
Shiny Mint Egg
The vibrant colour of mint leaves is mottled with a darker colour in a
whirled pattern over the surface of this shiny egg. It's a largish egg
snugged down into the hot black sand, near Zaerith's side.
Keth walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Mikayla doesn't seem to notice anything other than the little green, her eyes
watching intently.
Jaycen tilts his head, biting his lip as he stares at the egg. After a bit,
his eyes cross and he looks away, deciding to watch the brown. He blows a
stream of air across his face again, shifting feet.
Micaya catches a glimpse of the golden egg and watches it rock; but seeing
that it is still intact, returns her gaze to the brown and green still
making their way about the sands.
Delfic shifts his feet on the sand, the heat making them very uncomfortable
Antiqued Cream Egg gives a hop on the sands, drawing your eye to it.
Antiqued Cream Egg
Faintly blotched brown, this otherwise plain egg is as pale enough to render
it cream-coloured. A few ridges and discontinuities in the colour give it
an uneven look. It is of medium size and half-hidden among a group of
eggs.
Tobin looks from one side to the other. When the golden brown hatchling
charges near, he scrambles hurriedly to get out of the way. "Watch out for
him!" he calls, as the determined hatchling nears.
Shiny Mint Egg rocks with a speed that indicates the need, the want, for the
hatchling inside to leave. An impression is made on the ground where it
remains, back and forth, back and forth.
Siriah nods to Tobin, backing away from the brown's line of fire.
Jentrev shifts his feet, trying to see all the eggs and the hatchlnigs at
once. He tries to look non-chalant, but the exitement is hard to deny.
Khrysaa pushes a few whisps of hair falling from her runnertail back using
her sweat to hold it there. Her eyes wander over the hatchlings wobbling
about the sands.
Micaya turns her gaze from the hatchlings to the eggs, not knowing where to
look first. She absently wipes her forehead as several beads of sweat
being to trickle into her eyes.
Golden Brown Hatchling screams suddenly as he gets a taste of his own
medicine, stepping on his wing in his haste, and tearing the left tip with
his sharp talon. He falls to the ground, right in front of the lass, and
looks up into her deep blue eyes.
Mikayla holds her hand out toward the little green, not touching, but like
one would do with a runner, trying to let it get familiar with her.
Antiqued Cream Egg bounces it's way out of the sands a little, then rocks
back into a newly made hollow, with a bit harder of a motion than before.
Jaycen moves his free hand to the front of his robe, he moves it about,
trying to draw a breeze inside it. He moves the hand to his face and wipes
at it futilely, looking around.
J'cot looks over at Mikayla and the green, smiling hopefully.
Filana looks around, noticing that the other girls are sweating. She seems
relieved, although her feet move faster than ever.
Delfic watches the eggs and hatchlings, straightening to look proud to be
present, but his posture slouches a bit as the heat from the sand
reasserts itself over him, causing him to hop from foot to foot.
Tiny Green Hatchling creels a little as the hunger sets in. As her eyes whirl
she sort of waddles amongst the Candidates, wondering where to find food.
Tobin dances back..."Look out..." He calls to the girl...
Siriah falls to her knees, crying out in sympathetic pain for the brown.
"Savith! Faranth help us, we're hurt!"
Khrysaa's eyes widden as the brown screams.
Germaine blinks, turning slightly to see where Filana's gone, then her own
eyes follow the direction of her friends, and watches the wobbling eggs
and the stumbling hatclings with an expression full of wonder.
Moire Gold Egg starts to rock faster, and a small hole opens at one end as
its occupant starts to force her way out.
Shiny Mint Egg rocks, faster yet, and begins to turn, the depression below it
changing in shape as the egg continues to hold its prisoner.
Siriah scrambles across the sands toward the creature and flings her arms
protectively around his neck.
Talion's eyes go watch, watching Siriah and Savith, forcing himself to stand
his ground and not rush forward.
Diamond winces slightly as she steps over to Siriah, "Siriah, lets get him
into the corner where we can fix his hurts."
Tobin's eyes widen as he looks at Savith and Siriah...."Then again, maybe
don't look out..." he says quietly. Then he gives a whoop of
congratulations for Siriah.
Micaya grimaces for Siriah and her lifemate, but contradictorily smiles and
offers her congratulations, knowing that although hurt, they have found
each other.
The Moire Gold Egg cracks open, splitting into three pieces like an opening
flower. First, a wet gold head emerges, eyes blinking slowly. Then with a
heave, a breathtakingly beautiful golden hatchling uncoils slowly from the
confines of the egg, pausing for a few moments to dry on the dark sands
where she glimmers like a small pool of molten gold.
She is achingly beautiful, a molten gold creature of fierce innocence. Her
hide is a pure classic gold, not marred by discolorations or tints of
green hue. Built long and compact, she promises strength and size. Her
lovely poured-gold appearance extends to her wings, which splay hesitantly
as her legs wobble beneath her, but her intense manner indicates anything
but a hesitant nature.
Jentrev looks at the brown, hoping he's not hurt too badly. Shifting his feet
again, he watches the rest of the dragons.
Khrysaa looks over the two new lifemates sympathetically at their pain, then
hops onto another foot, placing her hands on her hips.
Siriah struggles to her feet, tears streaming down her face, and helps her
dragonet to safety.
Delfic looks over at the gold egg and smiles a little, dispite his
discomfort. He turns to give a congratulatory smile to Siriah, dispite her
new lifemate's pain.
Germaine stares at Siriah and Savith uncomprehendingly for a moment, then a
smile cascades across her features and she calls out her congratulations
to the new lifemates!
Zaerith softly warbles to the little gold.
Filana palms her eyes free of tears and sweat, and smiles. "Zaerith's Girl!"
she breathes.
Jaycen's eyes fall on the gold. He smiles and murmurs, "She's gorgeous." He
looks don and shifts again, from nervousness and heat.
Savith walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Caralonn walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Micaya gasps as her attention is drawn to the gold dragonet, just emerged.
Her eyes widen even further, and her hands come up to clasp before her
chest unconsciously as she stares.
Caralonn heads out towards the entrance.
Valenth croons quietly to the young gold.
Siriah walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Antiqued Cream Egg rattles itself about, giving another hop, and a jump, a
half-turn before falling mostly still once more.
Shiny Mint Egg
Pure Gold Hatchling warbles softly back at Zaerith, and struggles to her
feet, where she sways for a few moments.
Talion watches Siriah and her mate leave, making sure they are helped before
turning his attention back to the eggs, and the new gold hatchling.
Mikayla still focusses on the little green, oblivious of the newly hatched
gold. She speaks quiet words of encouragement, hoping that she will find a
lifemate soon to tend to her hunger.
Shiny Mint Egg literally lifts itself off the ground in a hop. As it drops to
the ground, cracks form across the front of its shell.
J'cot smiles at Deyaan. "She's beautiful."
Tobin peers at the gold, shrugs, and turns back to the other eggs, including
the confused green hatchling. He shifts from foot to foot as he waits to
see what happens.
Tiny Green Hatchling plunks herself down with a pityful squak. She hushes her
cry momentarily to look at the person she landed in front off, emitting a
tiny creel while gazing at Khrysaa.
Germaine turns and gasps, gaze transfixed by the inner glow of light and
warmth that emanates from that perfect gold hide. Her shifting ceases on
the sands, her body leaning, unbidden, toward that swaying figure.
Diamond walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Jaycen takes another step back, and notices that moving keeps his feet a lot
cooler. He looks around, shrugs, then starts to take small steps forward
and back. He stops in his tracks when he sees the green stop in front of
Khrysaa, and his face breaks into a huge grin.
Micaya watches the newly hatched queen rather wistfully, admiring her purity
of color and lovely appearance. She bites her lip, and follows her with
her eyes, sweat dripping unnoticed.
Diamond walks over from the far end of the Hatching Cavern.
Pure Gold Hatchling opens all three eyelids, blinking, and then she walks
forward, looking among the nearby females. Her wings unfurl, and sag from
their weight as she walks slowly towards the women.
Shiny Mint Egg rocks backwards again, then forwards, then backwards, as if
taking advantage of the cracks. Another hop, and the egg begins to
shatter.
The Mint Egg shudders and bulges at one end, where finally a snout appears,
and then a long neck and narrow shoulders. Finally a small bronze is
deposited on the dark sand, where he slowly uncurls. He seems to be mostly
tail and neck, until you realize he's lacking the usual robust bronze
build.
This gawky, sinewy bronze hatchling is alert the moment he pops out of his
egg. Although he appears a bit unsure of his skinny legs, his wings are
strong and vigorous, and their extent helps windmill him along when his
legs seem to fail him. Despite his slender proportions he is obviously
headstrong and full of determination, as evidenced by his direct
demeanour. His hide is a deep classic bronze, with barely noticable darker
tinges splotching in a watercolor-like effect over his wings and narrow
back.
Khrysaa gasps as the green falls at her feet, quickly plunging to the ground
and lifting its tiny head to gaze into her eyes, "Sure we can go eat
Lizalth..." She adds with a giggle, "I hope you dont like tubers
either..."
Diamond glances around for any new pairs.
Antiqued Cream Egg begins to bounce in an odd rhythm, each bounce cracking a
little more of the shell.
Talion gasps, "Another one?"
Jaycen jumps straight up after standing still too long, then resumes his
forward and backward walk. He grins at Khrysaa, sure she won't notice,
then looks back at the eggs just in time to see the bronze hatch.
J'cot glances over at Khrysaa and chuckles at her comment.
Cracks appear along the striations of a deep cocoa egg. A large blue is
deposited to the sands, and after the squawking is over, he impresses to a
tall, fair-skinned girl.
With a snap, the egg shatters open, and a dark, wet dragonet falls out to
nearly blend into the Sands, dark blue and shiny.
Blue like the starless night sky just past twilight, this dragonet's eyes
provide the sparkle of the missing stars in their whirlings. The dusky
color of his hide stays surprisingly even, but for a smattering of
blue-grey speckles on his right foreleg. Though slightly small for one his
age, he carries the promise that any other dragonet has -- the promise of
life for all -- in his quiet bearing.
Diamond steps over to Khrysaa as she sees her impress, chuckling at her words
as she points towards the 'corner' area.
Delfic looks at the new bronze, his eyes widening a little at the sight of
it. He almost forgets to shift his feet and nearly burns them.
Tobin laughs at Khrysaa. "She doesn't like Tubers...I guess you won't have to
peel any more. Congratulations!" he calls to the nearby greenrider.
Pure Gold Hatchling looks back at Zaerith, and then walks forward again, her
determination growing with the momentum she gains over the dark sand. She
pauses, not mere meters from most of the gathered females, and then lets
out a soft, plaintive croon.
Jentrev smiles, as yet another of his friends Impresses. He shifts his feet,
glaning up the stnds for a certain face, before resuming his vigil of the
eggs.
Germaine stands stock-still, the darkness of her eyes reflecting the molten
glow of the inner-lit queen. She shudders suddenly, knocking back her
braid with an uncharacteristically awkward and self-conscious movements of
one hand, eyes never leaving the hatchling.
Khrysaa grins and nods happily as she's directed off with her lifemate.
Khrysaa walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Filana nudges Germaine forward, and steps back a few more paces.
Lizalth walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Jaycen pushes at his hair, frustrated with it. He gives up after a struggle
and just tucks it behind his ears and tries to hold his head real still so
it doesn't fall back into his face.
Micaya remains quite still, her only movement being the slight shifting of
weight to keep her feet from burning. She stares mesmerized, taking in the
scene.
Mikayla smiles slightly to Khryssa as she impresses the tiny green. She
glances back to the other hatchlings with a small sigh.
Pure Gold Hatchling suddenly is animated as she veers slightly to the left
and focuses on a dark-haired young woman.
Slender Bronze Hatchling's wings windmill about him as he uncurls, then lift
as he halts in his current position, still near the clutch. His head
swings around, taking in his sire and dam. A squawk of greeting. Then, his
head moves back, eyes whirling hungry colors.
Zaerith lets out a strong warble of encouragement as the gold moves forward.
Midnight Blue Hatchling shakes off the last bit of the clinging shell from a
wingtip, and gives his head a shake, managing to overbalance himself
entirely, sprawling in the sand. He creels quietly, then clambers back to
his feet, getting his first _real_ glance of all the people as he rises.
He backpedals over his own egg shards.
Filana surveys the hatchlings, her eyes caught by the slender bronze.
Tobin tries to stand on the hem of his robe to cool his aching feet, as he
surveys the seen. He occasionally takes time out to check the progress of
the gold dragon, and turns back to look at the hatchlings.
Jaycen holds his head completely still, well, as still as he can while he's
stepping backwards and forwards. The newest bronze happens to be in his
line of sight, along with the blue, so he watches them for a while.
Germaine sinks slowly to her knees, her arms slipping up to capture and
comfort the little queen for a long, long moment in silent communion.
Finally, she turns her head slightly, calling out in a wondering voice,
"She says her name is Isadith!"
Micaya smiles for Germaine and her new lifemate, calling out though she knows
she will not be heard, "Congratulations."
Jaycen turns at the sound of Germaine's voice, hair flopping all over. He
grins congratulations, then resumes his struggle with his hair, ending up
much the same as he was before Germaine found Isadith.
Filana's head snaps back, and she smiles. "Isadith! It's a lovely name,
Germaine!
Tobin blinks at Germaine, gives her a grin, and counts up numbers on his
hand. Five.
J'cot smiles broadly at Germaine and Isadith. "Congratulations." Valenth
rumbles happily as well.
Talion smiles to Germain, once again mouthing his congratulations.
Pure Gold Hatchling looks up into Germaine's eyes and croons possessively.
Mikayla sways slowly, shifting from foot to foot. She glances nervously over
at J'cot.
Slender Bronze Hatchling steps forward. Or, perhaps more precise, stumbles
forward. His wings in the way, his legs wobbly, he wobbles away from sire
and dam towards the cluster of white-robed candidates. Despite his direct
gaze, he seems to move with a nervous surety.
Deyaan smiles happily and puts her arm around J'cot's waist.
Diamond smiles broadly, steping over to Germaine and the gold to lead her off
the sands.
Delfic turns his head from the bronze to smile at Germaine. He looks away,
eyes drifting over the other hatchlings.
Jentrev stands taller, trying to look his best for the bronze. He tries to
meet the young dragon's eyes.
J'cot looks over at Deyaan, smiling, and gives her a quick hug. He turns back
to watch the hatchlings, one arm around her back as well.
Micaya watches Germaine go, happy for her friend. Then, she steadily returns
her gaze to the other eggs and dragonets still on the sands.
A large green dragonet hatches from a watery-ink egg, impressing to a slender
young man, who falls to his knees sobbing, and throws his arms carefully
around her neck.
Jaycen watches the bronze, still taking little steps. He glances up at his
father again, who's standing up and watching carefully. Jaycen grins a bit
and glances at Germaine again before looking back at the Hatchling and
pushing at his hair.Isadith warbles up at Germaine, plaintively.
Germaine rises to her feet, unaware of her burned knees as she glances around
with a dazed smile of thanks to her friends' congratulations. She holds
the little gold to her gently and follows Diamond from the dark sands,
pausing to curtsey reverently to Zaerith and Valenth, whispering to the
two and their riders a heart-felt 'thank you.'
Midnight Blue Hatchling cranes his neck for a moment, then draws his head
back. All those white robes! But.. maybe there's food there. He takes a
step, and then another, until step follows step in a still-cautious rush.
his head swings from side to side, looking over the girls and boys.
Germaine walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Slender Bronze Hatchling stops again, wobbling back and forth on his legs.
Another turn of his head, back to his sire. A rapidly maturing sound
erupts from his throat as he moves towards the cluster of male candidates,
this time much more solidly, much more steadily.... and much more quickly.
Isadith walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Tobin changes feet, and stands on tiptoe as he looks across the sands at the
slender candidate. "Good for Rellain....Or is it R'lain now? Guess I
better ask a rider." He scratches his head, and drops down to his full
foot again.
Diamond steps back onto the sands after helping Germaine off.
J'cot smiles at Germaine and nods to her happily.
Talion watches Germaine and Isadith leave, turning back to the eggs.
Filana watches Germaine and Isadith go, lost in private thoughts. Her feet
move on their own.
Mikayla stands quietly, a bit alone at the moment as the girls that had been
around her have already impressed.
Jaycen draws his head back, "He's comin' fast." He takes a step back, then
another, still holding his head still.
Micaya watches the little blue, following his movements across the sands,
wondering for whom he is headed. She shifts her weight from foot to foot
rhythmically.
Delfic looks at the bronze, shifing his feet a little. He does his best to
look presentable, holding firm on his ground.
The two chattering girls /finally/ stop gossiping as a dragonet charges right
between the pair on the way to its lifemate.
Slender Bronze Hatchling lets out a low throaty sound, suddenly turning to
one side and moving towards a cluster of candidates. Snout comes face to
face with one candidate. He snorts, as this is not the one he wants. He
continues moving forward, seeking someone behind him. The Candidate, on
the hand, is not lucky enough to get out of the way before the bronze
knocks him over, then turns, his wing ending up in the candidates face.
A pale, icy blue hatches from the pebbly shell of a clay egg. He lifts
himself from the shards, and edges forth over the sands to impress to a
shaking, slender young man.
Jentrev shifts his feet, to prevent them from burning, as he watches the
bronze's prgress.
Jaycen looks at the injured Candidate, shaking his head, "Tried to warn ya."
Of course, when he shakes his head, his hair flops down again. He sighs
and decides not to bother with it anymore.
Mikayla watches the dragonets and eggs silently, her face calm.
Slender Bronze Hatchling turns away from the damaged candidate, and moves
towards another cluster of candidates.
Talion gulps as another of his friends is plowed down...
Tobin winces, and looks again at the riders still around. "Gonna need a lot
of numbweed."
Micaya winces for the Candidate hurt by the bronze, and then returns her gaze
to the other dragonets, expression neutral. She remembers to shift her
weight, picking up each foot in turn to protect it.
Deyaan winces and points to the fallen Candidate for some riders nearby, who
go to help him.
J'cot winces as the bronze knocks the candidate over. He frowns slightly,
watching as the riders help the candidtate.
Filana's attention is brought back by the goring of the boy, and she looks
around, surprised at the speed of the blue.
Midnight Blue Hatchling fumbles ever closer to one side of the circle of
candidates, pausing now and again to inspect a candidate, searching for
his lifemate, but without running anyone over like his clutchbrothers.
Onward around the circle..not you, not you... he stops before one cluster
in particular, head tilted to one side.
Slender Bronze Hatchling makes his way towards a cluster of candidates,
including Talion, Jentrev, Tobin, and Jaycen. Another stop, this time more
cautious. He waits a moment, and his cries turn to soft crooons as
Impression occurs.
Talion glances at his fellows and holds his breath...
Jaycen looks down at the bronze and prepares himself to run, looking more
than a little scared.
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You just impressed Tobin to Ashroth with the following impression message:
You see the staring faceted eyes of the Slender Bronze Hatchling quickly
whirl from blue to green, and you can almost hear your heart pound as the
entire WORLD seems to pause, right at this particular, frozen moment...You
feel an indefinable sensation surge through your body, and suddenly you
/feel/ your consciousness focused both in you and beyond you in the
Slender Bronze Hatchling -- every breath you take, every movement, is both
in you and in the tiny dragonet. You feel a sudden rush of love... and you
know with a certainty that no matter what, you'll never be alone.
You hear a voice *with* you that says, << I'm Ashroth, Tobin, and I love you
a lot. Can we eat? Please? >>
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Tobin crouches, ready tojump back to keep himself out of the dragonet's way,
when suddenly he stops, blinks, and his jaw drops. He croaks something
out. "Uh, sure, uh, Ashroth...Food, where? Uh...."
The misty shell of a largish egg splits open to deposit a squawking, sturdy
brown on the Sands. He staggers forward and impresses to a bewildered
young man from the Lower Caverns.
Filana minces over to stand with Micaya and Mikayla and Metta.
Jaycen looks greatly relieved, and a bit disappointed. He smiles at Tobin and
Ashroth, then looks up and relaxes again.
Tobin swallows, and rather jumps towards the bronze, giving him a hug, the
tears in his eyes.
Talion exhales softly, watching the bronze impress.
Midnight Blue Hatchling stretches his neck even further, nosing about the
robes of the cluster of girls around Filana and Mikayla, the rest of the
girls holding hands. He steps closer than he's dared with any other group,
his creel quieting as he looks upward.
Filana grins at Tobin. "I told you to bet on your Impression, Tobin!"
Micaya beams for Tobin, mouting her congratulations across the sands, and
makes room for Filana.
Ashroth flares his wings, and rumbles lower. He almost moves back as Tobin
jumps towards him, but, at the last moment, flares his wings to keep
himself balanced.
Delfic shifts his feet on the sand, watching with a little disapiontment in
his eyes, quickly replaced with joy for the new pair.
J'cot glances at Deyaan, smiling as the bronze Impresses.
Dragon> Ashroth says, in your mind << I am hungry. Can we get food. This
place is so BIG. >>
Tobin slowly gets to his feet, ignoring Filana, ignoring his auntie screaming
wildly in the Galleries, and everything...."Uh...this way, I think...Oh
boy."
Deyaan sighs softly and relaxes as the last of the dragons start pairing off.
She rubs the back of her neck.
Tobin leads Ashroth out into the corner.
The eggs start breaking quickly, now. Two blues impress almost in tandem to
two boys standing near one another. A green gets knocked over by another
and squawks in frustrated anger. Everywhere there is movement on the dark
sands.
Mikayla looks at the blue nervously, stepping back out of his way. She
T'bin walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Diamond steps over to lead the new pair into the quiet corner of the sand.
Talion shifts a little, glancing around to see if there are any eggs left.
Corner of the Hatching Sands(#4223Jet)
The far corner of the hatching sands, where greenriders are leading the new
pairs. It seems to have oil and some food. You can 'look/out here'.
You walk to the far end of the Hatching Cavern.
Siriah looks up dazedly from her brown Savith and smiles at T'bin.
Ella looks up from her oiling to smile at T'bin.
T'bin shivers like a leaf..."Here Ashroth...Food...Uh, yes." His face has one
of the goofiest expressions ever seen.
Lyree grins as Tobin walks over, leading a bronze dragonet. She hands him a
meat bowl. "Congratulations. Don't feed him too fast, and don't let him
bite his tongue. Oil is there when he dries off and gets itchy."
Isadith shifts uncomfortably and squirms a bit.
Khrysaa waves to T'bin excitedly, "Now ya haveta stay here at ista!"
G'rel gives another chunk of meet to Keth, after a longish experimental
pause. Finally, he turns at Lyree. "He said he is satiated..." He puffs,
"Finally. Yeah, where is the oil?"
Germaine nods to the Weyrlingmaster, carefully taking the paddle and rags.
She nods anxiously, "Yes, ma'am," as she turns back to Isadith, darting a
warm and congratulatory smile to T'bin. With great care, she begins to
gently massage the little gold's hide with the soothing oil, crooning
softly and reassuringly all the while.
Ashroth comes galloping in, charging along behind T'bin. He slows, or tries
to, as they reach the corner, and skids a bit farther than he wants to.
Miriath lays her head against Ella with a low croon.
Siriah turns back to Savith. "Mm hmmm, it was, dearling. And I was too. But
now you're here, so things are...different. New for both of us, 'kay?"
Ashroth snarfs up the meat that's presented to him, swallowing it whole. His
eyes whirl faster.
Ella smiles and scritches the green. "All better love?"
Lyree nods towards the oil vat. "Use plenty of oil and rub gently, the new
hide is easily irritated."
Dragon> Ashroth << Hungry! Hungry! >>
Filana walks to one side of the Cavern, towards you.
Khrysaa hugs Lizalth about her neck gently, getting a lump of oil worked into
her robes. She continues to rub the oil into her tiny hide gently.
Germaine whispers in quiet, loving murmurs to Isadith as she caresses and
strokes the sweet-smelling oil into the hatchling's wings, then her
haunches.
Sereth walks to one side of the Cavern, towards you.
Lyree raises her voice above the din of crooning, creeling dragonets, and
overwhelmed weyrlings. "Are there any injuries? Scratches or anything like
that?"
Dragon> Ashroth says, everpresent << I'm hungry. Please! Please, I'm hungry.
So hungry. >>
Filana goes immediately to one oft the meat cauldrens, and begins to feed
Sereth.
T'bin swallows. "Yes...And I owe Melony big marks..." He murmers. He seems
quite overwhelmed, and just nods at Lyree, and tries not to feed the
dragonet too fast. "Oil..."
Savith rumbles lovingly to his new friend, and nuzzles her so ferociously he
almost knocks her off her feet.
Isadith croons to Germaine, and settles down for the comfort her lifemate
lavishes on her.
Lizalth croons lovingly and nuzzles Khrysaa.
Germaine glances up and smiles brilliantly to Filana as she approaches. Her
hands still gently stroking Isadrith, she breaths a warm congratulations
to her friend and her new lifemate, Sereth.
Lyree catches Filana and hands her a bowl. "Feed him slowly, so he doesn't
choke, and remember for him not to bite her tongue. Here's the oil when
he gets itchy, and congratulations."
Siriah's eyes glisten, unnaturally bright. She tucks herself close to Savith
and allows herself a quiet emotional outburst as the true sense of the
event hits her at last.
Sereth is only too glad to accept being fed, pausing to rumble soft happy
noises at his lifemate.
Khrysaa's eyes widen as Filana enters, "Filana..Grats!" She shares the
nuzzle again with Lizalth, smiling warmly. "That's my friend Filana too.."
she points out to Lizalth out loud.
Ella giggles.
Filana says, "Thanks, Khrysaa... "
Dragon> Ashroth says, deep within your mind. << Please... Please. Food. I'm
/so/ hungry. >> Funny, it sounds exactly like you.
Lyree prowls through the group of dragonets and humans, giving advice here,
demonstrating oiling techique there, and occasionally daubing small wounds
with numbweed.
Filana just keeps repeating, "Sereth, oh, Sereth"
Germaine snuggles in closer to Isadith, expression bright and warm, some of
the little gold's own inner glow seeming to transfer itself to the young
woman. Her hands never stop massaging and caressing, stroking lightly and
lovingly as she finds every last centimeter of golden hide, leaving her
muzzle for last and tracing the sweet oil carefully around whirring eyes.
Isadith warbles softly as her hide is completely oiled.
Siriah strokes Savith's strong neck with one hand and wipes her cheeks with
the other. She draws a ragged breath and blinks, reaching for a nearby pot
of oil.
T'bin rubs Ashroth's neck ridges fondly. "Ashroth...You have no idea how much
trouble we're going to be." He laughs, and starts feeding Ashroth even
more meat. "Can we eat until we're full? Shards, I'm so...We're so...he's
so Hungry!
Keth rumbles pleasantly, as his hide begins to feel proper., like it should.
Finally, he deigns to look around at his sibling, and bugles to indicate
his proper place amongst them.
Miriath shakes herself from head to tail, but trips in the middle of the
shake.
Drudges start gathering up empty meat bowls.
Ashroth continues to poke at the meat, trying to get closer. As T'bin feeds
him, he chews quickly, swallowing. One wouldn't think a dragon COULD eat
that quickly.
Khrysaa smiles warmly and croons softly to Lizalth, stroking her contentedly
and working in more oil.
Ella blinks. "Oh my! and quickly tries to straighten her out." YOu'll get
used to it..I promise."
Siriah rises to her feet, setting her hands on her hips. She smiles at Keth.
"Oh yeah?"
Filana says, "Don't be scared, love. Yes, it's big, but it'll be a lot
smaller when you're older. Watch your tongue!"
Ashroth lifts his head, looking around the cavern.
Lyree stops at T'bin's side. "Don't give him more than is in the bowl, and
feed him a bit slower, so he has time to realize how full he is."
Savith eyes the oil curiously. He tries to eat it.
Dragon> Ashroth says, in wonderment << Is this the world? It is so big! >>
T'bin nods at Lyree. "Gotta slow down...They aren't giving us any more."
Sereth chews more ..carefully, at Filana's prompting, but he seems to show no
sign of slowing down, spreading his wings just a little, then refolding
them at his sides idly.
Ashroth turns his head, and his body begins to follow, towards the sands
again. Almost as if he intends to go exploring.
Siriah pulls the pot out of tongue's way and applies the oil directly down
Savith's spine.
T'bin says "It's even bigger than that...We'll go sailing, and you'll...Well,
will you fit on a ship...Hey, wait for me!"
Khrysaa whipes a bit of sweat off her brow, "I wish we could go swimmin'. i'm
so hot from the sands."
Germaine smiles down to Isadith, curling lightly against her neck, "The world
is a nice place because you are here, love..." She hugs the sated and
thoroughly-oiled hatchling, gently stroking a fingertip along the line of
her muzzle, "Is there anything else you need, sweet?"
Filana limits Sereth's speed of consumption by holding back until each bite
is at least swallowed.
Ella tries not to giggle. "Oh love..those are for flying..you'll learn to use
them soon."
Lyree repeats her advice to Tobin to the weyrlings in general. "As you get
towards the bottom of the bowl, feed them much more slowly, so they have
time to *feel* full."
T'bin scrambles after Ashroth, tripping over an empty meat bowl, and landing
on Ashroth's flank.
G'rel slowly rubs the oil in, murmuring, "No, I won't scratch you. It will
stop." He carefuly does the wing membranes, just touching them with his
fingertips.
Savith looks fearful for a moment.
Germaine smiles brilliantly again, "Me, you have, for always, Isadith. For
ever and ever."
Ashroth turns his head back to nuzzle T'bin, crooning anxiously at him
falling.
Siriah smooths the oil in gentle strokes down Savith's back and up the
wingspans, clucking softly to the brown. "No, i'ts just to make you feel
better. You're going to grow, and stretch, and everything."
Lyree chuckles at T'bin and Ashroth. "Hey, stay with the group you two."
Dragon> Ashroth rumbles anxiously in your mind, suddenly concerned.
T'bin grins. "I'm okay. You caught me....Uh, I think we're going that way."
Lizalth stretches out her wings, then flaps them very lightly just to see how
they feel.
Miriath tilts her head as she looks at her wings, not seeming to sure for a
moment before figuring it need not matter.
G'rel glances up from his work, trying to catch Germaine's eye now.
Ella grins. "We'll figure it out later love.."
Ashroth lifts his head, satisfied T'bin is all right. And then his eyes
change color.
Khrysaa watches delightedly as Lizalth stretches out her wings, smiling
brightly as she does so, "Some day we'll fly together with those! " she
says exuberantly.
Dragon> Ashroth says << Itch. I itch. Oh, oh. >>
Germaine snuggles impossibly close to Isadith, as if trying to become as
physically one as they are emotionally. She glances up and smiles to
G'rel.
Filana grins. "Sing to you, and oil you, and ... and ... everything! Don't
fret, love, you'll have time to see it all.
Lyree grins, giving in to the joy of the moment, just briefly, before being
the master again.
Germaine grins to Filana.
Isadith nuzzles Germaine lovingly, and her tail wraps even more tighly around
the woman's body, her possessiveness showing.
Ashroth turns his snout to his back, warbling distressedly. Bronze wings
flare out, larger than most of the others on the Sands.
Keth nudges his new servant, irritated that more attention is being paid to
someone other than himself.
Siriah stops in her ministrations to watch Isadith and Germaine, smiling
radiantly.
T'bin points. "Well, /that/ is the oil. Let's go...I guess I oil you like a
giant Firelizard...Not that you are a giant firelizard, your're the most
beautiful, wonderous, and totally awesomest Dragon on Pern, but..." His
hands are already in the oil, and he starts smearing it on.
Lyree grins at T'bin again. "For one thing, there's oil here, to tend to that
itch.."
G'rel smiles back to Germaine, before he urgently turns to minister the
remaining part of his lifemate. "Boooy, when are you going to sleep?"
Ella grins picking up a nearby bowl. "Still hungry? Okay...remember to
chew.."
Khrysaa giggles impishly and snuggles in close to Lizalth, "You go up..To the
sky"
Deyaan walks to one side of the Cavern, towards you.
Filana feeds the last bite of meat to Sereth. "That's it, love. You will get
to eat again soon enough, but no more for now.
Ashroth's wings make it harder to reach his back, but once the oil touches
the sensitive part, they relax.
Sereth curls his tail around himself, reflexively, then startles a little,
and swings his head around to stare at it for a moment. His head swings
back to Filana, then, meat forgotten for the moment, warbling curiously.
J'cot walks to one side of the Cavern, towards you.
Deyaan smiles at the scene in front of her.
Lyree sees Deyaan, and nods. "A lovely set of hatchlings, ma'am."
Siriah drapes her arms lazily oaround Savith's neck and turns to regard her
weyrleaders with bleary eyes.
Lizalth stretches her wings again, and tries to go up .. but it doesn't work,
and she warbles to Khrysaa
Isadith looks off to one side, and looks to see what the other dragonets are
doing.
Filana says, "That's your tail, silly!"
J'cot looks around, smiling at each pair. "Congratulations, every one of
you."
Filana giggles, and hugs Sereth!
Siriah swallows hard against a further display of emotion, and just nods
soundlessly.
Germaine glances up, her form entwined with her Isadith as she casts a
brilliant smile to the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader. "Thank you, sir," she
says, glancing protectively back to the gold.
T'bin is up to his armpits in oil, shaking his head. He almost has to stand
on tiptoe to reach the itchy spot. He chatters away at Ashroth. "Just you
wait, we'll...." He looks up at Deyaan, and looks kind of sheepish,
keeping near Ashroth's side.
Filana looks up, and stands, suddenly. She salutes, as she saw N'ren do
before he left the Candie's barracks.
Khrysaa giggles andfalls backward as Lizalth tries to find up, "We can try
later. When yer wings er stronger"
Deyaan looks at T'bin and shakes her head. "Salless let out a whoop that had
to be heard from here to Benden."
G'rel smiles at the Weyrleaders, "Thank you." He whirls back to Keth, "Yeees,
I will finish it."
Ella smiles, laying her arm around Miriath's neck. "Thank you."
Lizalth croons at Khrysaa happily, and stops flapping her wings.
Miriath tilts her head up to rest against he lifemate as more of the people
things come in.
Siriah takes her clue from Filana and steps forward as well, lifting her chin
and snapping off a salute.
Savith nuzzles Siriah, convinced he should be getting more of that slippery
feeling stuff.
Dragon> Ashroth asks << Who is Salless? >>
Filana says, "Oh, dear...excuse me..."
Siriah stumbles forward, nudged by a great brown head, and giggles.
Ashroth folds his wings about him, trying to make it easier for T'bin to
reach his sore spot. The scent of the meat attracts him, and he plunges
his head into the meat remaining in the bowl.
Filana leads Sereth over tothe oil vats, and dips both hands, begining to
coat the blue's hide, turning dusky evening into deep night.
T'bin says quietly to Ashroth "She's my auntie. She's kind of weird." He
looks up at Deyaan, and shrugs sheepishly.
Khrysaa rites herself once again and resumes massaging oil into Lizalth once
more, seeing she missed a spot on her haunch, "Are you okie now?"
Ella looks down at the green. "Sleepy now love? Do you want some more
food..oil? Anything?"
Keth flicks his wings back, experimentally, quite pleased with the result.
Deyaan smiles at the chaos and then, shaking her head, manages to escape. She
calls out, "See you later, when it quiets down," to Lyree. "If you need
any help, send word."
Germaine blinks, glancing down as Isadith nudges her, "What is it, love? More
oil?"
Sereth crooons lowly.
Lyree frowns at T'bin. "Hey, you shouldn't let him eat like that..." She nods
to the weyrwoman's departing back.
Siriah turns around and scoops up the pot and paddle in one fluid motion,
reaching out for a wingtip. "Gimme. That's it."
Khrysaa snuggles Lizalth lovingly and yawns, "We're tired"
T'bin says "Thanks, Ashroth." He finishes rubbing oil all down the bronze's
back. "Wait! Please, come on..." He slithers down, and pulls the bowl of
meat from in front of his lifemate. "You've had about enough....Haven't
you? Your bowl was almost empty...."
Filana says, "Oil, Sereth! You'll get lots of this! Just tell me if you itch,
and I'll put some on you...and I'll oil you often, too! It's really lots
of fun!"
Miriath croons, reaching up to whuffle Ella.
J'cot smiles at Deyaan and hugs her gently. "I'll meet find you in a little
while. I need to take care of a few things."
Germaine smiles down to her Isadith, "I'm not sure, beloved...Let me see if
we can go for a walk...Or would you rather sleep?"
Filana says, "WeyrWoman?"
Isadith sticks her nose into the empty meat bowl, snuffing at it delicately.
Filana looks up from under Sereth's chest.
Lizalth yawns and croons sleepily.
Lyree hms. nevermind.
Dragon> Ashroth comments, wistful << But I'm still hungry. Please? >> And
his attention shifts again << Who is that person? >>
Savith extends his left wingtip to his friend.
Deyaan looks over at Filana as she turns to go. "Yes?"
Ashroth shifts his head to poke at J'cot. Or is it Deyaan. It's hard to tell.
J'cot stares down at the small bronze head and grins. "Yes?"
T'bin stands in front of Ashroth, trying to look stern, but not being able to
manage the expression. "One more. This one's a special one. It will fill
you up nearly all the way. I promise. Um, She's Deyaan. And he's J'cot.
They're the weyrleaders. They're in charge."
Filana looks up. "It's a good start, hon." Then she looks to Deyaan. "Please,
thank Zaerith for us? For clutching Sereth...and all of these beautiful
dragonets?"
Germaine grins down to Isadith, then sends a questioning glance toward
Lyree..."Can I feed Isadith some more?"
G'rel looks over the bronze with smile imprinted onto his face. "Yes, you do
look fine now..." He frowns, and smooths a portion of the hide that didn't
glisten properly under a thick layer of oil. "Now?"
Lizalth walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
Deyaan smiles at Filana. " I will." She looks over towards the Gold and then
nods to Filana and T'bin. "I'll visit later."
Deyaan walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
Siriah takes Savith's wingtip gently and oils away, yawning hugely.
Lizalth walks to one side of the Cavern, towards you.
Khrysaa dropped Lizalth.
Sereth lifts a wing, studying it curiously.
Ella grins, snuggling closer to the gree.
Dragon> Ashroth croons, a loving tone << Why are they in charge? You should
be in charge. >>
Keth whuffles softly at G'rel, his eyes radiating pleasure, for the first
time since he met this fine fellow.
Khrysaa idles to drive
J'cot looks around at the new weyrlings again and smiles. "Congratulations
again. I'll see you all later, after your dragons have fallen asleep."
Siriah perks up her chin. "Lyree? Savith wants to know where we can sleep."
Filana giggles again.
T'bin laughs at Ashroth. "They're in charge because they're good at it. I
guess. They make up a lot of rules. Here...One last piece of meat." He
feeds the last piece of meat to Ashroth. "Set?"
Filana gets up and dips her hands again, and gives Sereth more `Fun'.
Lyree nods to Siriah. "We're going to go to the weyrling barracks, which will
be your home until the dragons can fly. They can sleep there, and I get to
speechify at you all for a bit. OK?"
Ashroth munches on the meat, teeth ripping it apart in no time at all.
Siriah nods.
Ella nods looking up at Lyree. "Miriath is sleepy too.." yawning loudly she
looks around sheepishly. "And me for that {ter."
Ashroth croons.
Germaine nods to Lyree, "Um...Ma'am? Can I feed Isadith more than just that
one bowl of meat? She says she's still hungry."
Isadith warbles sleepily and leans heavily against Germaine.
Miriath wraps her tail around Ella's legs, lets hope she isn't moving.
Savith rumbles happily, the red in his eyes replaced now by whirling
blue-green.
T'bin grins at Ashroth, and rubs him at the base of his thin neck.
Siriah smooths oil right down to Savith's haunches. "Thought you'd like
that," she says to his tail end.
J'cot turns and walks off.
Ella grins and looks down. "We won't get anywhere that way love.."
Lyree looks at Isadith, then nods. "You can give her a bit more when we get
to the barracks. There's more oil there, as well."
Sereth rumbles pleasedly again, and stretches out as best he can, unfolding
around bowls and oil paddles, to enjoy his 'fun.'
Filana says, "Watch your tail, love!"
Germaine nods, smiling, to Lyree. She turns back to Isadith, crooning softly
to the hatchling as she rises quietly, "Come, sweet...I'll feed you a bit
more when we get to the barracks.
Ashroth turns his head and pokes it, this time, at the rider without a
dragon, Lyree. His eyes whirl a bit more slowly.
Dragon> Ashroth wonders << Who is she? >>
Sereth startles again, swinging his head around to peer at his tail. It
twitches. He snorts, then swings his head back to Filana.
Savith moves forward, and sticks the end of his snout into the oil vat.
Isadith gets up with Germaine, legs still a bit wobbly, and croons anxiously
as the woman pulls away from the protective circle of her little tail.
G'rel smiles at the dragon, sitting cross leged before him. "What do you mean
you could sleep here?" He sighs, shaking his head vigorously, "Maybe, but
I could /not/. I'd fry."
Siriah takes the big muzzle firmly in her hands and pulls it out. "we have a
lot to learn, you and I."
Ashroth's tail lashes back and forth, kicking up sand and dust.
T'bin says "I /think/ she's going to be the Weyrlingmaster. She's the one
who's going to tell us where to go. You know."
Lyree is nudged by a bronze head. "Hello, Ashroth. Ok, let's get these
dragonets into the barracks before they do fall asleep. Head for the
ground entrance.."
T'bin says "She's going to teach you how to fly, too."
T'bin shrugs at Lyree, then looks down at Ashroth. "You sleepy?"
Filana laughs, mirth flowing! "No, dear, it won't run away. It's part of you.
But it's strong, and we don't want to be knocking things over.
Filana dips her hands again.
Siriah clucks lightly to her new friend. "C'mon, watch your wing."
Germaine slips one arm warmly about Isadith's neck, supporting her as she
approaches Lyree..."May we go to the barracks, then?" She glances down to
the little gold with a smile, "I'd like her to eat a little more?"
Isadith unfurls her wings and pushes herself along behind Germaine with the
small flaps she makes.
Miriath looks up at her lifemate without removing her wraped tail.
Ashroth lifts his head. Fly? Sounds good. Let's try it. And out come the
wings again.
Lyree nods to Germaine. "We're all going."
Ashroth flaps his wings quickly, kicking up even *more* sand and dust.
Ella grins and tries to move her legs. "COme on love..we can go rest now..but
you have to let go of me for a few minutes till we get to the barracks."
Lyree shooos weyrlings and dragonets towards the sands' entrance.
T'bin says "Wait! Put those back...It's too small..You'll hurt yourself..."
He coughs a few times. "Please?"
Siriah nuzzles her dragon for encouragement and follows Lyree.
Germaine grins to Ashroth, shaking her head and holding Isadith close to her
body as she moves toward the sands' entrance.
Siriah walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
Germaine walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
Dragon> Ashroth appears confused << I thought J'cot and Deyaan were in
charge, though? >>
Savith walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
T'bin runs around Ashroth, trying to round him up.
Ella chuckles. "You can sit like this there too.."
Sereth drops his head over Filana's shoulder.
Isadith walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
Lyree coughs a bit as Ashroth kicks up the black sand. "Don't ask him, tell
him, T'bin. He'll listen to you."
Filana says, "Any places I've missed, love?"
Ashroth watches T'bin run around him, eyes following his movements.
Reluctantly, he furls his wings.
Miriath creels as everyone else seems to be leaving, she jumps to follow.
T'bin laughs. "Everyone's in charge of us. At least for now. " He blinks at
Lyree. "But..." He shrugs. "That's great. This way."
T'bin leads Ashroth away from the corner, in the midst of the parade of
weyrlings.
Filana rolls her eyes. "Oiled! that's what I've been doing. I've been oiling
you. You're fed, and oiled. Come on, let's get you to the barracks.
Ella grins and follows her green out.
Miriath walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
G'rel stands up, and makes a few steps toward the entrance. He is followed,
without a glancing back... Although Keth seems quite slow in doing so.
Ella walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
G'rel walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
Ashroth toddles along, deceptively controlled at the moment. His head butts
against T'bin occasionally.
Filana says, "Well, I'm going to the barracks. You'll have a comfortable
place to sleep there."
T'bin leads Ashroth, the wonder bronze, out. He has to speed up when he gets
good and butted.
T'bin walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
Lyree walks over to the main part of the Hatching Cavern.
Filana wraps an arm about the blue neck, and rubs eye ridges.
Lyree walks to one side of the Cavern, towards you.
You walk over to the main part of the hatching cavern.
Hatching Sands(#1296RAMa)
Siriah stops, glancing down. After a moment, she bends down and picks up a
fragment of the egg from which her dragon emerged.
Ella oopses and rushes to help Miriath up. "Keep them raised love..don't drag
them.."
Germaine heads out towards the entrance.
Germaine walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Isadith heads out towards the entrance.
G'rel walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Germaine eeps.
Germaine heads out towards the entrance.
Ashroth, the wonder bronze, follows T'bin out. Well, more waddles, really.
Miriath listens to her lifemate as she stands, doing as explained, not
falling down or triping. WOW.
Germaine walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
Isadith walks onto the sands from the entrance to the Hatching Grounds.
T'bin heads out towards the entrance.
You head out towards the entrance.
Hatching Entrance
Miriath walks off the sands towards you.
Ella walks off the sands towards you.
Ashroth suddenly rushes ahead, his wings flailing out around him. Whee!
You go out into the bowl.
Ista Weyr Bowl -- Southeast(#1075RL)
T'bin walks out from the Hatching Grounds.
Caralonn walks out of the living cavern.
Miriath comes into the area from the hatching ground tunnel.
Ella walks out from the Hatching Grounds.
Aisha smiles. "Hi Cioth." and waves to Ainsley and T'bin.
T'bin scrambles after Ashroth, running, and jumping over a few dragon tails
on the way. "Wait for me!!"
Ashroth comes from the Hatchings Grounds, wings awry, moving at more of a run
than anything else.
Sooth warbles as the new pairs come out of the cavern.
Cioth warbles softly, pleased to be noticed.
Ashroth suddenly stops stock still, lifting his head to look all around the
bowl.
Siriah walks out from the Hatching Grounds.
Ella looks all around her but follows the little waddling green closely.
Savith comes into the area from the hatching ground tunnel.
Lyree walks out from the Hatching Grounds.
Savith half-ambles, half-lumbers out after his lifemate.
Siriah quirks a questioning eye at her dragon.
Aisha grins and waves to the new candidates.
Aisha er weyrlings
Lyree walks out, counting heads...
Dragon> Ashroth says << I didn't know it was THIS big. Whoa! >>
Merinth twists her head sinuously towards the weyrling dragons. Eyes now
whirling faster. Back for a moment to Aisha and a bright churr, then
studying the dragonettes.
Siriah waves wearily, her expression a mixture of fatigue and complete
serenity.
Miriath looks with great interst over at some flapping things in the wind.
Ainsley goes to the center of the bowl.
Germaine walks out from the Hatching Grounds.
T'bin stumbles over the wonder Bronze's leg. "It's bigger than this, even.
Really huge. Lots of room to explore, and some really cool things to see.
There's a spot where you can catch tunnelsnakes just by hitting the ground
with a stick...."
Aisha grins. "Congrats!"
Isadith comes into the area from the hatching ground tunnel.
Ella {hes Miriath and looks up following the green's gaze. "What is it love?"
Ainsley arrives from the center of the bowl.
Laerth looks over and gives a soft warble-rumble to T'bin and his lifemate
Ashroth flaps his wings, not with the intent to fly, but more as something
for the wings to do.
Dyinath croons happily at the little gold dragonet.
Filana walks out from the Hatching Grounds.
Salless walks out of the living cavern.
Siriah laughs brightly in a sudden outburst. "*Everything* is harder out
here, Savith."
Dragon> Ashroth plucks the image from your mind as easily as it was his
mind. Which it essentially is.
Sereth comes into the area from the hatching ground tunnel.
Germaine comes padding lightly beside Isadith, her arm slipped over the
little gold's neck lovingly as she smiles to all the gathered folk
dazedly.
T'garrick walks out of the living cavern.
Filana hugs Sereth's neck, waiting.
Siriah goes to the center of the bowl.
Sereth pads alongside Filana, swinging his head to look around him from time
to time, but mostly his head hovers near Filana's shoulder.
Savith puts his snout to the ground to examine the new texture, and then
follows quickly after his lifemate.
G'rel walks out from the Hatching Grounds.
Savith goes to the center of the bowl.
Ashroth lifts one foreleg from the ground and then drops it, before he begins
to teeter.
Ella tries to urge the green on. "Come on love..time to explore everything
later..plenty of time later.."
Khrysaa walks out from the Hatching Grounds.
Sooth lumbers towards the center of the bowl.
Aisha beams. "Garelen!"
Salless comes up to T'bin, and pinches his cheek, rather hard. "My little
boy. I'm so proud of you."
Caralonn walks into the huge living cavern.
Ainsley grins at Ista's newest weyrlings. "Oh, boy. I can see Inzarath was
right! This does look like agood crop."
Lizalth comes into the area from the hatching ground tunnel.
T'bin wipes off his cheek. "Auntie Salless...."
Germaine carefully helps the sated and sleepy little gold on toward the
center of the bowl.
Mikkel walks out of the living cavern.
Kyleri walks out of the living cavern.
G'rel walks out, followed by his new lifemate. He outstretches his arms.
"AISHA!"
Miriath looks from the flaping things in the wind back up to her lifemate,
till she remembers how tired she is.
Diamond walks out from the Hatching Grounds.
Kyleri bounces over to G'rel. "Gar!"
Ainsley goes to the center of the bowl.
Aisha rushes over to G'rel and gives him a big hug. "Congrats!"
Filana says, "It's our job, love. We'll have a job to do. But for now, just
eating, and sleeping, and oiling."
Mikkel veritably descends on Filana, beaming, his face laden with emotion.
Isadith wobbles on her legs, her eyelids sagging as she follows Germaine.
Ella looks up in the air wondering what on Pern she's reffering too.
G'rel yells, "I have to put him to sleep, I can barely make him walk as it
is!"
Germaine goes to the center of the bowl.
Lyree says "Ok, everybody head for the other end of the bowl."
T'bin turns to watch Ashroth. "You okay...? Watch your step..." He lends his
weight to Ashroth so he doesn't stumble.
Isadith goes to the center of the bowl.
Filana looks up and sees Mikkel, and smiles!
Khrysaa walks out and is greeted with a huge hug from her foster mother,
"This is my new lifemate Dina..Lizalth" she says proudly, her arm wrapped
about the sleepy dragonets neck.
Diamond helps the newly imprssed before her.
Filana says, "Mikkel! Look! Sereth! He's ...he's..."
T'garrick shakes his head. "Good luck, T'bin." He looks up. "Good Luck, Ista"
he says, much more quietly.
Filana ust sighs and hugs Sereth again.
Filana says, "He's wonderful!"
Ashroth lifts his head so that it's placed between Salless and T'bin,
protectively.
Dragon> Ashroth says << She's hurting you! >>
Mikkel, pretty much completely at a loss for words, just moves to hug Filana.
Ella spies some fresh laundry hanging and then chuckles. "No no love..it
wouldn't be wise to chew on those..not if we want everyone after us."
Filana suddenly looks worried. "He's tired, too... Will you tell Shira?
Diamond says "Everyone, get a move on towards the barracks, you can talk with
everyone later, but the little ones need to rest."
Filana hugs Mikkel, actually able to look him in the chin!
Filana says, "I have to take him... I'll be around later."
Mikkel releases Filana with a nod. "I will... and congratulations."
G'rel still lifts Aisha from the ground as she runs to him. "Seems you're
saved from me now! I have to go!, tell T'vor that Gar has made it."
Salless pulls her hand back, and cautiously pats Ashroth on the nose. "Nice
Bronze...Um, pleased to meet you." She takes a step back, and turns to
look at Tobin. "You'll make me proud, and be an excellent rider, my boy."
Lyree was about to say that herself, but Diamond beat her to it. "Ok,
everyobdy head towards the barracks, PLEASE!"
Lizalth croons pitiously as her tired, tiny body is helped to the barracks by
Khrysaa.Filana says, "Come on, love! Let's get you a place you can lie down."
Filana goes to the center of the bowl.
Mikkel waves as Filana leaves...
Sereth goes to the center of the bowl.
Miriath nods her head, hitting it against her lifemate again as she starts to
follow everyone else.
Kyleri contents herself with waving to G'rel as he moves past.
Khrysaa frowns and helps Lizalth to the barrakcs, "S'okay..We'll getta sleep
soon"
Aisha erks slightly as she lifted and set back down. "You're not safe
though!"
Miriath goes to the center of the bowl.
T'bin murmers "She's not hurting me...She's just...Being an Auntie. Let's go,
Ashroth. Bye, Auntie Salless! Bye, T'garrick"
Khrysaa goes to the center of the bowl.
Diamond goes to the center of the bowl.
G'rel frowns at drowsy Keth, "YES, we HAVE to go!" He turns away with the
other Candidates.
Ella goes to the center of the bowl.
G'rel goes to the center of the bowl.
Lizalth goes to the center of the bowl.
Salless waves her hankie at the new pair, and walks to the center of the
bowl.
Salless waves.
T'bin goes to the center of the bowl.
Ashroth warbles, and lowers his hand, moving ... no, charging off towards the
center of the bowl.
Cioth bugles after the hatchlings, lifting his head for a last glimpse.
Mikkel continues gazing after Filana as she leaves with her new lifemate, his
hand raised where he left it when waving.
You go to the center of the bowl.
Ista Weyr Bowl -- Center(#900RJ)Siriah leaves northwest, toward the corrals.
Use '+lhelp' for local help.
Lyree arrives from the southeast, near the living cavern.
Savith leaves northwest, toward the corrals.
Ella grins. "Come on love..we'll see it all later.."
Miriath leaves northwest, toward the corrals.
G'rel leaves northwest, toward the corrals.
T'bin waves to Chiloth as he passes, and leads Ashroth on to the Weyrling
Barracks /fast/
T'bin leaves northwest, toward the corrals.
Ella leaves northwest, toward the corrals.
Ashroth charges through the bowl, wings whistling through the air as he heads
towards the corrals.
Diamond leaves northwest, toward the corrals.
You head northwest, toward the corrals.
Ista Weyr Bowl -- Northwest
Savith follows his new friend about happily.
Ashroth pauses again, wheeling around to see the distance he just crossed.
Wow!
Filana says, "Come on, hon. Let's get a place for you to sleep."
Germaine takes one small step back, hand not leaving Isadith's neck, however,
and blinks at the lovely gold, her face a wreath of admiring smiles....
Filana walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Sooth spreads his wings, diverting the charging young bronze towards the
weyrling barracks.
Sereth walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Siriah points to the barracks. "Welcome home, Savith."
T'bin says "Pretty neat, huh?"
Siriah walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Lyree heads towards you from the southeast.
Ella smiles. "Come on Miriath."
Miriath stops, fanning out her wings as she spots a little feline.
Germaine says quietly as she steps forward again and hugs Isadith, pointing
after Filana and Sereth..."That's where we're going, love."
Savith walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Khrysaa points upward to the sky, "That's the sky love!"
Keth trods begind his lifemate, clapping his jaws impatiently. G'rel
obeyantly speeds up his walk.
Ella shakes her head, giggling and whispers to the green. "Thay don't taste
good.."
Miriath titles her head up.
Ashroth warbles excitedly, but shies from the smaller entrance to the
Weyrling Barracks. He pokes his snout in, but then withdraws it.
T'bin gives Ashroth a hug, and points foreward, to the Weyrling Barracks. " I
hope Daria's not mad that I didn't sweep it..."
Germaine nods solemnly to Isadith, "Indeed, sweetling. But it will be many
Turns before we'll have to think about that."
Lyree smiles. "Let's get everyone inside, and sort out couches, then they can
sleep, if they wish.
Lizalth slowly lifts her head up and gazes, cocking her head this way and
that.
Ella chuckles and shakes her head.."No..I haven't..but..lots of other good
things to eat."
Germaine lips her arm around the little gold and urges her toward the
Barracks after smiling to Lyree, "Yes, ma'am.."
Germaine walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Dragon> Ashroth says << It's small. Why do we have to go in there? Why can't we
stay out here? It's so much bigger out here. >>
G'rel doesn't bother to nod, as Keth's DEMANDs to be brought in.
G'rel walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Isadith walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Miriath takes a haulting step towards the feline.
Ella shakes her head. "No no..they're your friends...not to eat..."
Khrysaa wraps an arm about Lizalth and helps her tiny body in, "I know..We'll
sleep like she says soon. "
Khrysaa walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Lizalth walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
T'bin thinks. "Um..Because there's more oil and food in there?"
Ella places her hand on the green's hide. "COme on..lets go inside."
Above you, Chiloth climbs higher toward the sky, his wings powerfully beating
the air as he gains altitude.
Miriath heaves a heavy dragon sigh before looking into the doorway her
hatchsips have gone into.
Talion heads towards you from the southeast.
Lyree watches T'bin argue with his dragonet...
Talion walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
T'bin hugs Ashroth's neck. "Please? No? Alright, you stay out here, and I'll
go in there and oil, um, I don't know. Oil myself! "
Ella grins. "In we go."
Dragon> Ashroth says << Well, can't they be brought out here? >>
Diamond walks into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Lyree walks towards Ashroth and T'bin.
Ashroth nuzzles T'bin.Please join a place first.
T'bin stands. "They're too heavy. Come on...." He looks at Lyree sheepishly.
Dragon> Ashroth says << I'll oil you! >>
Inzarath heads towards you from the southeast.
G'fen travels southeast towards the center of the bowl.
Inzarath lumbers off into the Weyrling Barracks.
Ella tries to urge Miriath forward.
Lyree seems to be trying not to smile. "Is there a problem?"
Talion walks out of the Weyrling Barracks to the north.
Talion travels southeast towards the center of the bowl.
Ashroth warbles plaintively.
Above you, Laerth climbs higher toward the sky, his wings powerfully beating
the air as he gains altitude.
T'bin says "Ashroth...I promise...." He looks up. "He likes it better out
here."
Above you, Leilanth climbs higher toward the sky, her wings powerfully
beating the air as she gains altitude.
Ashroth pokes his head into the barracks again, warbling.
Lyree does smile, now. "I don't blame him. But this is where you'll be
living, he has to go in now."
T'bin thinks hard, and then says. "Do this, and you'll, um, I'll take you
fishing with me tomorrow."
Ashroth makes his way towards the entrance. Halfway in, he turns his head.
Dragon> Ashroth says << Fishing? >>
Miriath looks around with whirling eyes, wondering what all these new things
are.
Ella giggles at the bronnze then urges Miriath again. "See love..everyone is
going in."
Ella turns to look at the girl..a silly grin still on her face. "Hello."
T'bin says "Right. Now get in there."
T'bin virtually pushes Ashroth in, a smile on his face.
Inzarath emerges through cavernous opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Ashroth just kinda stays there for a moment or two, then heads back into the
Barracks.
You walk into the huge opening of the Weyrling Barracks.
Weyrling Barracks(#1338RA)
T'bin walks in from the Bowl.
Isadith wobbles with an odd grace toward a nice, clean couch, lying happily
and crooning to her lifemate, eyes whirring blue. Germaine laughs softly
and nods, clambering up to the couch and snugging into the little gold as
she curls her tail around the young woman and promptly falls asleep.
T'bin wipes off his forehead, sagging against Ashroth's side. "See? Very
comfortable."
Diamond walks out of the huge opening and into the bowl.
Keth settles down onto his couch, the depression in the floor dwarfing him by
its size. He wraps his tail about himself, and lets his head fall on his
forelegs. His eyes are already triple-closed.
Filana lets Sereth have his pick now.
Miriath walks in from the Bowl.Ella walks in from the Bowl.
Diamond walks in from the Bowl.
Khrysaa falls promptly into sleep as soon as Lizalth rests peacefully.
Lyree walks in from the Bowl.
T'bin takes a deep breath, as he gazes deeply into the eyes of Ashroth, the
wonder bronze. "Anything else? Um, where can we sleep? I'm not
sleepy....Are you?" he looks at Ashroth inquisitively.
Ashroth wanders into each and every one of the couches, even the ones already
taken, curious.
Ella places an arm around Miriath looking around curiously.
Miriath moves inside, almost bumping into another of her clutchmates.
Sereth finds just the right couch, and clambers up into it, being sure to
tuck his tail in. It seems his eyes close before he's even let his head
drop to the couch surface.
Dragon> Ashroth asks, with every couch << What's this? Why's this different
from the last one? >>
Ella smiles. "Hang on love.."
from the last one? >>
Ella smiles. "Hang on love.."
Lyree stands on a convenient bench to get a good view of the room, waves her
arms to get everyone's attention, and starts speaking, quite loudly, in
order to be heard over the din of clattering plates and cups, crooning,
squealing, shuffling, whispering, and general noise that pervades the huge
cavern.
Filana sits by Sereth, and strokes him.
Ella looks around at all the couches wondering where they should go.
T'bin says "Um, those are bigger...You're sort of big. Not as big as him over
there...." he turns and looks up at Lyree."
Khrysaa twitches voilently as Lyree's voice blares, peeling an eyelid open to
hear her out. She remains all curled up next to Lizalth's sleeping form.
Lyree says, "Can I have everyone's attention please?"
Germaine smiles and says to T'bin teasingly, "Lyree's not a 'him,' T'bin."
Germaine gives her whole attention to the Weyrlingmaster.
G'rel sits by his lifemate, and slowly scratches his eyeridges. He turns to
Lyree, with a blissful expression.
Miriath lays down next to her lifemates feet, not paying attention to whats
going on.
T'bin blinks at Germaine and says "He knew what I meant."
Filana nods, sitting by sereth.
Filana dropped Sereth.
Ashroth wanders out of the couches and ends up behind T'bin, croooning
softly.
Ella sits down beside Miriath, placing a hand on her hide, carresing her
while she listens to Lyree.
Lyree says "First, a couple of OOC things: If you haven't already, +mail
P'ral your email address. If you don't have one, +mail P'ral that you
don't have one, and we'll deal with it. Also, +mail me if you have access
to a web browser, even if it's text-only. If a significant portion of you
have access, I'll try to organize a weyrling web page. ... Ok, back to
IC."
P'ral has all the emails, and submitted them already
Lyree nods to P'ral, ok.
Drudges start arriving from the lower caverns, with trays full of the best
that the feast tables can provide. Other drudges have trays of mugs and
glasses, pots of klah and pitchers of juice. The drudges circulate among
the new riders so they can get some food into them and still tend to the
itchy skin and dwindling appetites of their dragonets.
Lyree says "First, congratulations to all of you, on your newfound
lifemates."
Filana eats with surprising vigor, now that Sereth is asleep.
Ella dropped Miriath.
Lyree pauses, taking the time to really look at each new pair.
Tiera walks in from the Bowl.
Tiera walks out of the huge opening and into the bowl.
Lyree says "Second. I've gotten to know many, if not most of you during your
candidacy period. You know I'm a fairly easygoing person. HOWEVER, your
care, and the care of your lifemates, is now in my hands. I will NOT
tolerate any behaviour that endangers any of you, especially the
dragonets, as they are too young to know what will hurt them, and rely on
you for their protection."
Khrysaa looks up at the food for a moment, then shrugs, her face somewhat
pale, "No thanks..I'm not hungry anymore"
Dragon> Ashroth says << Danger? What's that? >>
Lyree gives that a few moments to sink in, looking remarkably grim for such a
generally cheerful person.
Germaine nods grimly to the Weyrlingmaster after turning to thank the drudge
in a quiet voice for the mug of klah in her hands.
T'bin blinks at Ashroth, and whispers "That's what you get into if you do
something that makes a couple people want to hurt you pretty bad. There
are other kinds, too, mostly involving pain."
Tiera walks in from the Bowl.
Tiera walks out of the huge opening and into the bowl.
Dragon> Ashroth says << What's pain? >>
Lyree seems to look at T'bin, especially, as she says that last.
Lyree says "Therefore, there are several rules of behaviour that *all*
weyrlings *must* follow. This list will be posted, but I want to make sure
each of you understands each rule."
Khrysaa rests her head in her hands, her eyes heavy. She gently strokes
Lizalth'ssleeping head as she tries to stay awake and listen.
G'rel nods to Lyree, still scrithching his sleeping lifemate. He glances at
T'bin over his shoulder.
Lyree says "1. NO visitors in the barracks. Dragonets are babies, and are
therefore prone to uncontrollably emotional behaviour, and are very
sensitive to strong emotions around them. You are welcome to interact with
people in the bowl, or in the pool, and have help with washing and oiling.
But NOBODY enters the barracks but weyrling pairs, me and my assistants,
weyrwomen, wingleaders and J'cot, as Weyrleader."
Ella nods, stroking her sleeping dragon.
Germaine nods to Lyree, then asks quietly, "Can we bring them down to the
beach, Weyrlingmaster?"
You sense T'bin concentrates on the pain of his black eye.
T'bin whispers "Feels like that."
Ashroth suddenly snorts and bugles in alarm! It echoes off the walls of the
cave.
Ashroth suddenly snorts and bugles in alarm! It echoes off the walls of the
cave.
T'bin waves his hands. "Shush..shush! Look, it's not that bad. I promise."
Ella blinks and turns to look at the bronze.
Lyree thinks for a moment. "Also, your mentor is allowed into the barrack..."
She gets drowned out by Ashroth, all of a sudden.
Isadith lifts a few eyelids and twitches her tail with annoyance at the
bronze's interruption of her sleep.
T'bin grimaces. "I'm Okay...Shush..." He looks up to Lyree and shrugs. "He
wanted to know what pain is...And he got wind of my eye..."
Ashroth's tail lashes back and forth, but his nuzzle of T'bin is strangely
gentle.
T'bin spreads his hands. "Sorry."
Lyree nods.. "All right, like I said, they're young and excitable.."
Lyree tries to remember where she left off.. oh yeah.
Lyree says "2. NO sex. And I don't mean, everything but intercourse is ok,
either. Sexuality is arguably the strongest of human emotions, and if you
get involved before your dragon is mature enough to deal with the powerful
feelings, you could seriously, and possibly permanently, harm your
lifemate. I cannot stress the importance of this enough." She pauses to
look at each Weyrling before continuing. "This prohibition will be in
effect until your dragon rises to participate in a flight. This is the
only way to be sure of the dragonet's ability to deal with the emotions
involved."
T'bin runs his hand down the side of Ashroth's neck, as soothingly as he can.
G'rel sighs. "T'bin... You can get some lessons from /me/." He winks at him
confidentially, "One day I might tell you how come I still don't live at
Igen hold."
Lyree waits for objections?
Germaine shakes her head, one hand still gently caressing Isadith's neck,
"You'll get no objections from me, Weyrlingmaster."
Filana has none. she lavishes the kind of attention on Sereth that she used
to fling about at others. There is a focus there that has been missing in
her life.
T'bin glances around, and shrugs. "My lines of desperate holdgirls will be
disappointed, Ma'am." He grins, making it apparent that there wouldn't be
a one.
G'rel glances at Germaine inadvertantly, then shrugs.
Lyree frowns to herself a bit. "Well, you're a tame bunch. Realize, I am dead
serious about this. If you try to get around this, your dragonet will
upset the entire weyr, and you'll have not only me, but Deyaan and J'cot
on your back."
Dragon> Ashroth says << What is sex? >>
T'bin whispers something very, very quietly to Ashroth.
G'rel swallows, before answering. "Yes, ma'am." He shifts uneasily by his
sleeping lifemate.
T'bin whispers "I'm afraid I really don't know the details quite yet. I'll
tell you when I find out."
Lyree decides the weyrlings look properly mortified, and continues.
Lyree says "3. All weyrlings will salute all full riders, from any Weyr,
*unless* a rider specifically asks you not to. Weyrings will be respectful
to all folk at all times, Rider or otherwise. Your behaviour as a rider
reflects on you, your dragon, your wing, and your Weyr. Every rider bears
the responsibility to represent his or her Weyr in a positive manner."
Dragon> Ashroth says << Oh. >> He muses internally. << I will figure it out and
tell you. >>
Lyree says "4. No weyrling should mount their dragon until given specific
permission to do by me, or an assistant. We will look your dragon over
carefully, to determine whether he or she is capable of bearing your
weight safely. ON the flip side, we want to see you on your lifemates
almost as much as you want to *be* on them. We won't unduly delay the
union. ;)"
Germaine asks calmly, raising her eyes to the Weyrlingmaster, "Need we call
everyone 'sir' and 'ma'am,' or may we continue to address them by their
names if we had before?"
Lyree says "You can continue to call them whatever you did before. Unless of
course, they say otherwise."
G'rel grins at Lyree, "He's almost smaller than myself. Well, except that
stomach. I wonder where he put all the food."
Germaine nods, "Yes, ma'am." She grins.
Filana grins. "I bet it goes *between*, G'rel!"
Lyree grins at G'rel. "You'll find out when you wake up tomorrow, believe
me."
Germaine laughs quietly at G'rel's comment.
Lyree says "5. No dragonet will fly, without the specific permission of me,
or one of the assistants. Again, we will inspect each dragon, to assure
that he or she is capable of flying. Also, the dragonets will not carry
their riders until approved by myself or an assistant. (anyone chanting
along with this particular refrain is in trouble ;) And need I say, *no*
dragonet will go *between* without the _express_ permission and
supervision of myself or an assistant."
Khrysaa oocly hasta go..Hopefully this'll be posted to read later
Lyree nods to Khrysaa. :)
G'rel replies, "You mean when /he/ wakes me up." Chuckling, he adds, "I'm
/sure/ he won't wait till I do that myself."
Filana had, indeed, started chanting, and immediately stops!
T'bin grins at Ashroth. "Hope we find out together." He looks him over. "With
the way you eat, I'll bet we'll ride pretty soon. But first, I'll teach
you how to fish..."
Lyree raises an eyebrow at G'rel, then shrugs. "You're probably right. Get
used to it." :)
Ashroth spreads his wings. Someone said 'fly' again.
T'bin ducks as a bronze wing spreads out near his head. "Put those back, bud.
Save it for outside?"
Lyree says "Third, what you can expect to happen over the next few months."
Lyree drats, and missed one, hang on.
T'bin says "No...Don't go outside....! I want some dinner myself..."
Dragon> Ashroth says << Outside? >>
Dragon> Ashroth says << Food! >>
Ella places her head on the green half listening to Lyree and half listening
to thekO sleeping green.
Lyree waits for T'bin to get Ashroth settled again, frownig at him slightly.
Lyree says "7. Chain of command. You answer to me, and my assistants if I'm
not there at the time. I answer to the Weyrleader. If there's a confilct
between what I've said and what another rider says, *politely* inform the
rider that I told you differently, and that they should speak to me if
they wish to discuss it."
Ashroth folds his wings, chastised.
T'bin gestures at Ashroth...telling him to sit down. Once Ashroth is /nearly/
settled, he turns and gives Lyree a broad and innocent smile. Too broad
and too innocent, but still.
Dragon> Ashroth plucks another word from our mind << What is 'trouble'? >>
Lyree pauses briefly, to let all those rules settle in. Once she thinks they
have, she moves on to the next part of what she wants to say.
T'bin whispers "What' we'll be in if you don't settle down a bit."
Lyree says "Third, what you can expect to happen over the next few months."
Germaine listens intently to the Weyrlingmaster, sipping her warm klah almost
absently and cuddling into Isadith a little closer.
Lyree says "For the first couple of sevendays, the dragonets will be
*ravenously* hungry, and if you don't take care to pace them, they will
eat too much, too fast, and get indigestion, or worse. Not to mention
bitten tongues, and bitten weyrlings. I suggest feeding your dragon before
feeding yourself during this period, or you'll probably do the same thing
to yourselves."
T'bin rubs Ashroth's head ridges with great fondness and whispers more
quietly to him.
T'bin whispers "It's when people are mad at you and tell you to do things you
don't want to do unless you can get them to overlook it."
Lyree says "They dragonets need to be fed every day for the first few
sevendays. After that their appetites will taper off slowly, until they're
eating roughly 1-3 beasts a week, depending on the dragon. For the first
few months, they'll be growing fast enough that they need to be oiled
everyday. And of course, you have to bathe them before you oil them..."
G'rel shakes his head. "T'bin... Did you feed him enough? Keth just dropped
after he found his place. I had to tell him /not/ to sleep."
Filana leans against Sereth, and fights droopy eyelids.
Ashroth swings his head towards G'rel when he hears his lifemate addressed.
T'bin looks up at Lyree. "Did I feed him enough? He wants more, but he ate,
bitten tongues, and bitten weyrlings. I suggest feeding your dragon before
feeding yourself during this period, or you'll probably do the same thing
to yourselves."
T'bin rubs Ashroth's head ridges with great fondness and whispers more
quietly to him.
T'bin whispers "It's when people are mad at you and tell you to do things you
don't want to do unless you can get them to overlook it."
Lyree says "They dragonets need to be fed every day for the first few
sevendays. After that their appetites will taper off slowly, until they're
eating roughly 1-3 beasts a week, depending on the dragon. For the first
few months, they'll be growing fast enough that they need to be oiled
everyday. And of course, you have to bathe them before you oil them..."
G'rel shakes his head. "T'bin... Did you feed him enough? Keth just dropped
after he found his place. I had to tell him /not/ to sleep."
Filana leans against Sereth, and fights droopy eyelids.
Ashroth swings his head towards G'rel when he hears his lifemate addressed.
T'bin looks up at Lyree. "Did I feed him enough? He wants more, but he ate,
like, a bowl and a half...."
Dragon> Ashroth says << Who is that? >>
T'bin whispers "That's G'rel. He and...what did he say his name was? I
forget. Roth, or something like that. A bronze like you, but not nearly as
good looking and far too fat."
Lyree frowns. "A bowl and a half? I told you not more than one bowlful.. yes,
you fed him enough." She shrugs. "I guess he's just energetic. When he
does go to sleep, it'll probably be really sudden, so I don't suggest
being underneath him." ;)
T'bin whispers "Keth...that's what he said."
Lyree regathers her thoughts..
Ella giggles.
Dragon> Ashroth says << What is sleep? >>
Lyree says "During your time as candidates, most or all of you have helped to
bathe and oil dragons. Mature dragons. .You. have to be careful, when
bathing and oiling your dragonets, to remember that their skin is much
more fragile than an adult's. It's easy to scrub them too hard, and cause
a rash, though generally they'll let you know long before it gets that
bad."
T'bin whispers quickly to Ashroth, pointing to Keth and to G'rel. Then he
looks at Lyree and blinks, then down at one of the couches and back at
Ashroth. "Right. No sleeping under the dragon."
Lyree says "The first sevenday that's pretty much all you'll be doing; eating
sleeping, bathing, oiling, and feeding. Not necessarily in that order.
Once their appetites start to wear off a bit, we'll start teaching you how
to sort firestone, and toss the sacks... the sacking itself you're all
familiar with by now. As well, the dragonets will start exercising
lightly, mostly stretching exercises at first, then as their strength
improves, water exercises for their wings. Each of you will also be doing
exercises, as chores and lectures permit, for both strength and endurance.
The firestone tossing is part of this."
T'bin sighs. "You'll find out what sleep is really soon. I promise."
T'bin snags a bubbly pie finally, and sits down at Ashroth's side.
Lyree says "You're going to be very, very busy for many months. I strongly
suggest you abstain from Impressing firelizards during this time. You
simply won't have time to give them the care they'd need."
Ashroth lifts his head to the bubbly pie in T'bin's hands, sniffing at it.
T'bin nods, and looks at the wonder bronze. "Um...I don't think you'll like
it." He takes a bite.
Ella eyes T'bin's bubbly but is too tired to attempt to move.
Dragon> Ashroth says << But you like it. >>
Ashroth warbles at the bubbly pie, sniffing at it again.
T'bin shakes his head. "I was a little...busy. I know I like it, buddy. But
You like meat better. This will give you stomach pain. "
Dragon> Ashroth says << Maybe they could make them with meat? >>
Isadith yawns sleepily.
T'bin thinks. "They could. Maybe we'll try one of those one day."
Sereth shifts in his sleep.
Lyree says "Ok, again, congratulations to all of you. Are there any
questions?"
T'bin says "When should we go back to retreive our stuff from the Candidate's
Barracks?"
Ashroth rumbles proudly, and knocks his snout affectionately into T'bin's
shoulder.
T'bin throws his arms around Ashroth's neck and gives him another hug.
Lyree says "IC, you'll have drudges, or friends collect your stuff for you.
OOC, just scoot over anytime in the next few days."
T'bin nods. "Okay."
Germaine noddles to Lyree :)
Ashroth moves his neck slightly, which results in the smaller T'bin being
dragged for a moment. He croons softly.
T'bin lets go, and falls to the ground with a light *plop*. Then he looks up
at Lyree and blinks innocently.
Lyree has to go soon, so if you have questions, ask 'em now, or +mail them.
Or +mail 'em. :)
Dragon> Ashroth says << Are you hurt? >>
Germaine says "Did you say whether or not we could take our dragons down to
the beach, Lyree?"Germaine says "Or should we stay at the pool?"
T'bin shakes his head. "Not at all."
Dragon> Ashroth says << Oh good. >>
Lyree didn't, sorry Germaine. :) "No, you'll bathe the dragonets in the pool
at the top of the waterfall. They won't be allowed down to the beach until
they start flying.
T'bin grins at Ashroth, then sighs at the news. "Too bad. The good fishing
hole is down below."
Ashroth perks up again. Flying!
Germaine nods, "Hokie. That's good to know." She smiles, patting Isadith,
"She's already more curious to know what and where everything is."
Filana grins, and strokes Sereth's warm hide laconically. Maybe it's
catching? "I'll be sure he doesn't go over the falls!"
Germaine grins to Filana.
T'bin says "H'oboy."
Lyree grins. 'Ok, last call for questions before I go.'
T'bin says "Don't spread out your wings again."
Ashroth begins to spread his wings, but checks it as T'bin's request.
T'bin says "Thank you very much."
Filana says, "Is it okay if I just lean on him and go to sleep here? Or do we
have to be Disciplined, and sleep in cots?"
Dragon> Ashroth says << You are welcome. >>
Germaine smiles faintly and shakes her head to the bluerider, "I think I've
got more than enough to think about, ma'am."
Lyree grins at Filana. "You can sleep where you are, yes."
Filana lets out a sigh of relief, and misses the rest of the q&a period, as
her eyelids slide shut, and her hands go limp.
T'bin rubs his eyes as he finishes up his bubbly pie. "S's a good thing...I
think I'm too sleepy to get into a cot." His head slides down until it
rests against Ashroth's flank. "Hope y' don't mind, Ashroth...."
Lyree looks around one last time, then, and gets ready to bamf.
Lyree waves, "Goodnight and congrats."
G'rel waves to Lyree, thoufh all the spam.
Ashroth teeters a moment, then curls up on the ground. He's asleep within
moments.
Germaine hugs Lyree!
G'rel says "WAit!"
Germaine blinks.
Lyree hops down from the bench, and STOPS! "Yes?"
G'rel says "Umm, are we allowed to leave the barracks? ICly?"
G'rel is still spammed with pages. :)
T'bin rolls out from under the flap made by Ashroth's collapsed wing, and
nuzzles up to him, resting his head on the dragonnet's leg.
Lyree says "Oh! Yes, though for the first month or so IC you shouldn't be
very far away from your lifemate. (LIke, a meal in the living cavern is a
luxury, drudgles will be bringing you food in the barracks.) :)"