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We're Off To See the Eggs
Date: February 14(?), 1998
Places: High Reaches Weyr's Skyspace and Hatching Ledges
Game: PernMUSH
Copyright Info: The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.
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Kassi's Note: It was something of a kick to come to High Reaches for
this clutching and find out that I'm evidently not the only one who
likes alliterative egg names. :) Moreover, it was great to RP about
them with the other folk who came, and especially to get in some RP
between Khari and Jhor that I hadn't been expecting.
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The Log:
<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
<*> On the Star Stones, Ulanoth warbles a greeting to Green Lysseth of
Telgar Weyr.
<*> Prefeth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
<*> On the Star Stones, Ulanoth warbles a greeting to Blue Prefeth of Telgar
Weyr.
<*> Herath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
<*> On the Star Stones, Ulanoth warbles a greeting to Gold Herath of Telgar
Weyr.
<*> Herath returns Ulanoth's greeting with a respective trumpet of her own.
<*> Prefeth appears just to Lysseth's left, bugling in return to the
watchdragon and Herath, before he starts to bank towards the west, wings
snapping out as he begins a tight downward spiral. Showing off, Prefeth? Nahhh!
<*> Lysseth trumpets a strident salutation to Ulanoth, then rumbles smugly
to Prefeth. "Insufferable lump," Kassi grumbles. With a shake of her head,
she directs the green to begin circling downwards.
<*> Prefeth glides downward in the bowl, towards the western wall.
You wing down in the bowl, towards the west wall.
You glide into the dark tunnel in the north wall of the bowl. Soon you
emerge in the spacious hatching grounds cavern, high above the sands. You
bank and land neatly on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
<*> On the sands,
Gregarious Glittering Green Egg
This egg is neither small nor large, is not especially pointy, nor is it
overly round, but looking at it seems to give most observers a tiny burst of
joy. Maybe it's the way the shell seems to glitter, as if coated in emerald
dust, or perhaps it's the streaks of lighter green among the mottles of
forest and grass. In any case, it is certain that the life growing inside
this shell is remarkably content.
<*> Nestled in her familiar spot on Herath, Kindre tugs at the chinstrap of
her helmet for a moment before able to free it from her head. Waving a
gloved hand in greeting, she offers, "Telgar's duties," is a cheerful voice
before slipping down. She calls to her fellow riders, "Brown," as she does so.
<*> Kindre gives Herath's neck a loving rub before she slips down with the
polished ease of familiarity. The gold's eyes seem to burn through Kindre
until she is certain her lifemate is sure-footed on the ground, then turn
equally as hot to the surroundings in a quick survey.
<*> Prefeth snaps wings tightly to his back as he settles onto the ledge,
every moment and bearing precise. On his neck, rolling her eyes in tolerant
amusement is Aphrael, removing gloves and helmet as she unbuckles her
straps. "See what Lyss has started now, Kassi? These two'll be at this all
day." Swinging her leg over the blue's neck, she drops to the ground,
nodding over to the other people on the ledges in greetings. "Blue!"
<*> Aphrael climbs down from Prefeth's neckridges with practised ease.
"Our duties to the 'Reaches and her queens!" Kassima can be heard to call,
while working at the straps holding her in place--a task somewhat impeded by
the bundle occupying one arm. "Green," she retorts to Kin. "And Prefeth
started it!"
You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles,
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.
Dh'lon waves his hand while leaning against his lifemate.
"Green from a mostly green egg," Kindre wonders of her friend,
"Hmm...mayhaps." Turning back to look over the latest egg to fall to the
warming grounds of High Reaches' sands, she smirks. "I'd not bet brown, but
I think it to be so."
On the sands, The pattern is repeated, over and over again, as Elisanth goes
about her work. Not noticably thinner yet, her sides bulge with the rest of
the eggs still within her.
On the sands,
Handsome Hide-brown Egg
Not one to be hidden in a hollow, this huge egg is actually worth a second -
or even third - glance. It is the colour of the perfect mug of klah, the
richest soil, the softest, sweetest brown dragon, and has a texture so like
dragonhide that the casual viewer might be temped to hold out their hand and
caress its contours. Does its outward appearance hint at what's inside, or
will the occupant be something quite opposite the egg's fantastic exterior?
On the sands, Belaryth makes a loud rumbling sound now and then, when the
eggs arrive, and especially when Elisanth moves after settling them and he
can actually see them for himself. Wings spread slightly, he waddles here
and there, as if shadowing his mate wherever she goes.
Prefeth stretches his neck forward slightly, rumbling in greetings to the
dragons even as he peers curiously down towards the sands, eyes swirling
happily. Aph just chuckles and tucks her things away in the blue's
saddlebags, snorting. "Pref did not! Lyss is the one who started the
circles.. Dh'lon! Heya!" Turning to regard the sands herself for a moment,
she grins, "Green from a green egg is not that uncommon I'd think, Kin.
After all, golds come from gold eggs, so why not greens too?"
Kassima takes a long moment to survey the sands before she settles herself
on Lysseth's foreleg, tugging a piece of hide and charcoal stick from her
belt pouch with her free hand. "Green," she repeats. "If'n nay green, blue.
Whereas that one *is* blue, pure and simply. Dh'lon, g'deve!" With Kharisma
in one arm and writing implements in the other, she settles for nodding to
the bluerider. "Good t'see you again, m'friend."
On the sands,
Illustriously Illuminated Indigo Ivory Egg
Creamy ivory twines lovingly through a rich indigo twilight, elegant clouds
illuminated by moonslight across a night sky. Or perhaps the markings are
those of a recordskeeper, lovingly inked letters on a thin sheet of precious
paper indelibly etched for all of Pern to see. Indisputably irresistible,
this egg reveals no inkling of the inimitable prize inside its intaglioed
shell. Merely gazing on its wondrous surface could well be enough to inspire
a harper's song or two.
Dh'lon says "Hello, Kassi, Aph, Kindre."
Lysseth gives a snort of her own, and cranes her head to nudge Prefeth with
her muzzle. The fault is all his, the gesture seems to say. Folding her
grey-streaked wings, the green extends her neck to eye the Sands and their
contents below. "A nice egg there, too," Kassima observes. "Blue in more
ways than one."
Kindre chuckles and nods at Aphrael. "Very true indeed," she agrees even as
Herath whuffs a greeting to the dragons here on the ledge and below. "I'll
admit to being terrible at guessing these things as is. I believe the only
one I have gotten correctly over the turns was Hera's." Adding another
chuckle to her words, she gazes over the swirled egg. "Oh. Now there's a
brown's if I ever saw one."
J'dar says "We're a bit short on greens and bronzes. But I guess a Weyr
never has a lot of bronzes compared to the other colors."
On the sands, Silora watches as Brommel returns with two chairs, helping him
settle them near the activity and well enough away so they won't impede the
Clutching's progress. Silora grins at Laurel, then plops herself down into
one of them, folding her legs up under her and away from the heat of the
Sands. "There."
Kindre bobs her head in J'dar's direction before an eloquent, "Oh," escapes
her lips. Regarding the grounds below once again, she rubs her chin between
her index finger and thumb. "Well, that should be considered, of course.
Greens always outnumber the rest, though mayhaps moreso with this clutch if
they're needed..."
On the sands, Elisanth warbles to her rider, as if to ask what she thinks,
so far.
Aphrael grimaces a little in sympathy at Kindre's words. "I'm afraid my own
luck is not terribly much better -- which is why I tend not to bet on
Hatchings. I prefer to keep my marks, thanks!" She shoots an amused look
over towards Kassima, then back towards the sands. Hearing J'dar, she nods
agreement, squinting towards the sands. "I'd not yet heard; who's the sire?
I can't say as I recognise that brown."
Kassima scribbles on the hide as quickly as she can, squinting out at the
growing collection of eggs. "Nay," she agrees, "but greens are another
matter entirely. As Lysseth would say, a shortage of greens is a calamity
indeed; perhaps this clutch will make up for the lack. I can't for the life
of me remember how many greens were in Belaryth and Lrisseth's clutch,
alas...." With a snort for her rider's foibles, Lysseth belatedly rumbles a
salutation to the other dragons on the ledges.
On the sands,
Joyously Jumbled Egg
The color of this egg is jumbled together in a jarring yet jaunting
conjunction. Perhaps it is just the light, but the smooth jade surface seems
to jump out from the sands. Its hue matches the jade stripe in a rainbow -
brilliantly bright, and jarringly joyous. Vibrant jigs and jumping jags of
jade and jasper jerk at the eye, jeering for attention. The
three-dimensional effect of this colour is such that the ovoid itself seems
to change position as the observer's point of view changes. In any case, the
dragonet inside must be a happy young creature, and it's hard not to feel
jolly after judging this diminutive egg.
Aphrael points towards the latest egg, beaming. "That's a blue for sure,
says Prefeth." As the blue rumbles happily. "He'd probably know better than I."
Kassima blinks once, then twice at the latest egg to appear. "Green," she
decides. "Definitely green. You simply don't know whom t'bet *with*, Aph."
On the sands, Laurelin gratefully takes her own seat, imitating Silora as
she pulls her feet up as well. She giggles, and says out loud to her dragon,
"They are beautiful love, as always."
On the sands, Laurelin thanks Brommel before he walks away.
Kindre grins at Aphrael. "I like guessing aloud. Not even V'dan will bet
with me. I fear my luck in wagers is worse than his own," she remarks
mirthfully and then turns to gaze at the grounds. "That's Silora's brown, I
believe...I can't recall his name. I met her at Fort not long ago."
Aphrael shoots an amused glance at Kassima. "Well, obviously, betting
against you'd be a bad idea. 'Specially as I'm sure that'll be a blue, and
you green."
On the sands,
Kiwi Kimono Kiss Egg
This egg bears light green markings all over its surface in a brocade-type
pattern, putting one in mind of the keepsake garments created by the weavers
with high necks and graceful, sweeping skirts. The color, however, is so
pale in direct lighting that it's as if the egg were just barely kissed by a
kimono-wearing, delicate woman, that it bears only a caressed reminder of
the beauty. Kindled from within, however, the egg appears to pulse
ever-so-gently, and its kingly stature belies the kindred spirit that's
likely to be growing within.
Kassima snorts drolly at Kindre. "Nay luck exists that's worse than V'dan's
own. 'Tis brown Belaryth down there--he sired a clutch at Fort, d'you
recall? And he's one of Ularrith's clutchmates, too--ooooh, look at that
egg. *Fine* coloration. I say 'twill have t'be a brown."
Aphrael repeats faintly, "Belaryth. Oh, yes, of course. He caught Shayna's
Lrisseth once before, I recall that now." As she grins at Kindre, she
laughingly suggests, "Mayhaps we should be betting against each other
instead, since we're both so bad?"
On the sands, Belaryth seems to be adding his own reassurances to Elisanth,
using a moment that she's actually still to nuzzle her neck with his own.
But she's moving again, quickly, taking little rest between eggs. He paces
back and forth, checking the Sands for foreign objects or anything
threatening. That much he /can/ do.
On the sands, Elisanth croons to her mate, even as she continues with her
own business.
On the sands,
Loopy Lapis-Lazuli Egg
Languid swirls of Lapis-Lazuli adorn this shimmering egg, rather large and
dusted with other colors. A loopy pattern of delicate markings takes a
leisurely way along the surface, turning into the faintest hint of a
landscape in blues and greens towards the larger end. The smaller end has a
lavish silver tint, sparkling in the light of the Hatching Sands whenever
it's moved. It gives off a sense of luxurious lethargy, as if this egg can
calmly bide its time in its own little lagoon of blue and green for the time
to lay bare what's inside.
D'va sits down next to Jeth and ushers Divya down to sit with him where she
can see the sands. In front of the dragon, they lean back against Jeth and
watch the action.
Kassima nods, setting down her charcoal stick for a moment to wipe at
Khari's chin. "Poor lassling. She'll never remember this... a true shame,
since clutchings are second only to Hatchings in m'mind. Since we all
disagree, perhaps we'd be the perfect opponents in a wager; all the areas
would be covered, so t'speak!" The arrival of the newest egg elicits a
comment of, "That one's interesting. I say... bronze."
Kindre chuckles and bobs her head at Aphrael. "Mayhaps that'd work...at
least we'd just trade the marks between us if one of us did happen to luck
upon the correct guess," she says in a jovial tone. "That's where I spoke to
Silora...at Fort after the clutching there. She and Emlyn are dear friends
as well," she adds. The newest egg to fall quickly draws her attention. "Oh,
that is a lovely one...mayhaps I'll agree with you, Kassi, as I'll likely be
wrong anyway.
D'va perks up his ears at the mention of Emlyn, but otherwise doesn't respond.
On the sands, Elisanth takes a few minutes to step back from the mound,
looking it over. One might think she was actually finished, if it weren't
for her still-lumpy sides. She considers the slowly growing mound and moves
to one side to shift more sand into place with her clawed foot, and then
settle two more eggs into it.
On the sands,
Mild Murky Mustard Egg
If there was a Grey Poupon among eggs, this would not be it. This shell is a
deep murky mustard-color with spicy flecks mottling the exterior. It is a
bit larger than its closest neighbor, but seems less imposing because of its
subtle shade, as if it was cloaked in shadow. If this egg were just a little
lighter, it would blend perfectly with the hot sands it sits upon. It could
be easily passed over for a more melodramatic neighbor...until the moment
that its occupant must break free.
On the sands,
Melancholy Mottled Mauve Egg
This egg is medium-sized and well-shaped, but its color is almost sad. Pale
pinkish stripes lend some brightness to the deep mauve mottled shell, as do
swirls of white and even some bronze or copper flecks. The colors give the
egg a sort of slow, thoughtful, tortoise-shell effect, suggesting to some
that inner reflection is appropriate while standing in its vicinity.
Aphrael glances over towards Khari, and chuckles easily. "Oh, she'll grow
soon enough. I bet you'll regret it when she starts asking you how she was
born." Her eyes watch the latest few eggs, and she's quiet for a few moments
other to offer "Brown.. green. Brown again." Giggling at the other Telgar
riders, she nods agreement, "Aye, that sounds like a fine plan. At least one
of us is bound to be right."
Kassima looks up from hide and child at the mention of the Telgarian
greenrider. "I remember that. Silora would come t'visit her, when she was a
Weyrling... probably since, too, but I've nay been paying so much attention.
Lrisseth and Belaryth's clutch hatched some fine bronzes, if'n I recall
aright. Lyndrath and Marinth--you know Lyndrath, don't you, Aph? J'riel's
dragon? Anyway, I say those eggs are... eh... green. And brown--that's the
mottled one."
Divya 's eyes slowly widen as the egg mound grows.
Kassima rolls her eyes at her friend. "Hardly, sie. I'll just tell her to
ask Aunt Aphie for the details. How many eggs does this make, now? Can you
see?"
On the sands, Laurelin sighs softly, content to be there. She says to
Silora, "This is Bel's second clutch, right? Is he acting any differently
than the first time?"
On the sands, Silora looks extremely happy as she sits with Laurelin,
watching her lifemate and his mate complete the 'circle of life', so to
speak. Minus the hatchlings themselves, of course. "She /is/ going fast. She
must have been really ready!" She wipes hair out of her eyes, shrugging her
shoulders upward. "He was pretty much the same, agitated and wondering what
he can do to help. Just like a human daddy, no?"
Aphrael turns her head, nodding at the mention of the Fort rider. "Ayep,
J'riel. Prefeth once Searched him for one of Benden's clutches, before
Lyndrath found him at Fort." Mock-grimacing, she shakes her head to Kassima,
"Oh, shards Kassi, you wouldn't do that, would you? Uncle Uri's better
suited to answer than me, after all," An impish smile, before he attention
turns to the sands, "Ten, perhaps?"
Kindre's head bobs as she listens to her friends though her eyes are on the
sands and growing collection of ovals below. "I think sixteen," she offers
in an unsure voice before saying, "Em was out on sweeps when I had Herath
speak to Pleiath. I'm sure she'd love to be here...likely will come when
duties allow." Chuckling a bit as she watches the brown and gold below, she
adds, "A bit like Ularrith I think...clutchmates so I suppose that's not too
odd." Aphrael's idea as to who Khari should ask causes her to laugh aloud.
"He'll warp the poor lass!"
On the sands,
Nifty Nacreous Nautilus Egg
Bearing a noted resemblance to a seashell, this egg even seems to be natant
upon the sands rather than merely napping like the other eggs. A large
portion of this enormous egg is a natal brown, the color sweeping over the
shell's natural curve and contrasting with nettle shaded lines, both hues
blending into a final, nebulous nacre curl upon one end. If you leaned in
and pressed your ear upon this egg you would perhaps hear a narrative of the
ocean, vague noises mimicking the roar of the tide in another world. Nearer
to the stands than perhaps any other egg, this one forms the nadir of the
clutch scape.
On the sands,
Nice Normal Neutral Egg
The exceptional thing about this egg is that it is so. . . unexceptional.
Its shape is that overlarge oval that can only be described as 'egg-shaped'
and its shell is a blend of cream and classic eggshell white, with mottlings
of pale blue, green, and brown. There are no lines that form a map of Pern.
Nothing to mar the smooth surface. Just a nice, normal, neutral egg. Neutral
enough, perhaps, to fool the naive observer into thinking the life
burgeoning within is quite neutral as well?
On the sands, Laurelin settles two eggs on the mound, almost before you notice.
"Bronze, blue," the goldrider says quietly of the latest two eggs placed on
the sand. "I think..."
Aphrael winks towards Kindre. "Ayep, that's the whole idea. Can you imagine
any of Kassima's children being /normal/? Faranth forbid!" Peering back
towards the sands, she whispers, "Green, mayhaps, and.. bronze."
Kassima shakes her head decisively. "Oh, nay. More than that. And I quite
remember that Search, Aph--Lyss picked up S'cot on the same run, and then
there was that flattery contest with Kiat that made you groan so." She
snuggles her daughter closer as though to protect Kharisma from the mere
thought of Uncle Uri's corruption. "Gah, nay! She'd nay doubt wind up even
more confused than Bree was. And there're two more!" That probably refers to
the clutch, rather than Bree's confusions. "I'm guessing... hrm... both
blue, perhaps?"
On the sands, Elisanth settles two eggs on the mound, almost before you
notice. Right next to Laurelin's. ;)
On the sands,
Ornate Overstuffed Egg
Over the outer shell of this brightly bejeweled oval are glints of
overpowering colors that will bedazzle the eye. Thin shadow lines in just
the right places seem to puff up sections of the egg, giving it the
appearance an overstuffed oval ottoman, gaudily dressed with gems and
embroidered with bright threads. The base color is a bright crimson, shiny
as satin, that melts into the shadow lines to deeper, dried blood reds. It
is easy to imagine the hatchling within resting luxuriously on soft pillows
and cushions, sleeping and dreaming of the day it will hatch.
Divyatugs at D'va's arm. "Daddy, how many eggs will the queen lay?"
On the sands, Laurelin smiles at Silora. "Just like a human daddy. Though I
bet a man would be a lot more agitated if his mate were having this many
children." She grins.
Kierth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before it
backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
D'va says "It's hard to say, Divya, but it'll be somewhere between 30 and
40. I -believe- Elisanth laid 34 the last time she rose."
On the sands, Laurelin says "I've seen fathers of twins before, like R'yel.
I can't imagine how they'd be if more kept coming!"
Aphrael chuckles amusedly at Kassima, "Yah, I recall that now. You two were
just sickeningly /awful/," She exaggerates, then hastily adds, "Bree turned
out alright, even after everything you and I taught her, Kassi! After all,
she impressed Altaith, didn't she?"
Astride bronze Kierth, C'len grins before dismounting.
C'len gives his lifemate a soft pat before slipping down the long drop from
Kierth's back to the ground, assisted protectively by the bronze's foreleg.
Dh'lon climbs up onto Wyith's back, using his straps as handholds.
On the sands,
Passionately Prideful Egg
Fiery pinkish red dominates the markings on this egg in shades ranging from
passionate pink to deep, angry red. Swirling around the curving shell, each
angle reveals further vistas of penetrating colors, each drawing the eye
over and over, around and around this shell, mesmerizing as a piece of art.
Placed at the center of a small mound of eggs, it dominates its neighbors,
just sitting in place. It's hard to imagine the even-greater power it will
have when it begins to move as the dragonet inside starts to wake.
C'len quickly finds a place to sit, eyeing D'va and the other riders with a
grin.
Kindre turns as the rustle of dragon wings tugs her ears more than the eggs
pull at her eyes. "Telgar's duties to the Reaches and her queens," she
offers respectfully before noting, "looks to be another wonderful clutch."
Chuckling as she listens to her fellow riders, she nods her agreement.
"Breana turned out fine...enthusiastic lass, but wonderful all the same."
"'Twould be an impossibility for any child of mine and Jh'rin's to turn out
normal," Kassima serenely assures Aphrael. "And that was the *point*, was it
nay? T'be awful? Eh, Wingleader... my wager's on thirty and seven," she
adds, with a smile in D'va's direction and a wave for the newly-arrived
Wingsecond.
On the sands, Silora's eyes widen, and she nods. "The First Shard forbid any
human woman would have to go through this!" She laughs happily, then speaks
a bit more softly. "Though imagine the pride of laying all these wonderful,
healthy eggs."
On the sands, Elisanth takes a few moments to gently move a few of the eggs
closer to each other, seemingly wanting them to be as close together as
possible. The growing mound makes it difficult to get too close to them, and
she pushes more sand against one side, extending it so that more will fit in
the cradle. Hm, just the right size for two more eggs.
Divyawaves happily at C'len.
On the sands,
Quintessentially Quaint Quince Egg
Tucked away in a quiet quadrant near the comfortingly safe curl of
Elisanth's tail this egg commands just a passing moment of your attention.
Quite a few egg-gazers have quipped that this particular egg is a faintly
queasy shade of yellow-green. Still others have been quoted as saying the
shading is queerly like the waters of a quagmire; creepy and the color of
cooked ochra. A quarrelsome few though find true delight in the calm, quince
colored surface. The color is a yellowish-green, true enough but is that not
a shade shared with some of the most wonderful apples produced in Nabol?
Also, this egg's proponents will query, is this hue also not sometimes found
in the stone known as peridot? Perhaps the beauty of this egg truly does lay
with the beholder?
J'dar watches and listens. "I'm never good at guessing. But everyone
Brenneth Searched has Impressed."
On the sands,
Quiet Queerly Quilted Egg
Black lines jag here and there across the surface, imparting a stitched
effect as if the shell was hastily sewn together by an inexpert hand. No one
'square' the same, this egg is a hodgepodge of colors as if it just couldn't
make up its mind which tint it preferred most. Deep sea-green sits next to
twilight blue with not a care in the world, and lake-bottom brown coexists
peacefully with pale bronze. Overall, this egg is a harmonious blending of
light and dark, spotted and plain patches. One hopes the lodger inside is a
bit less confused than the outside would indicate.
Divya settles back against her father.
C'len returns the waves, sparing a wink for Divya.
Prefeth warbles a greeting to the bronze dragon, as Aphrael grins to Kin.
"Enthusiastic, yes. She'd had that from the moment I fostered her, though."
Eyes to the newest egg, she murmers, "Blue, methinks."
Divya giggles a little at the attention from the dragonrider.
On the sands, Laurelin laughs too, obviously teasing. She smiles at the
compliment, and nods. "Right now El's pretty calm...almost businesslike, if
you can imagine it. Afterwards she'll be more excited. I can imagine that
it's pretty uncomfortable, and she's glad to have them out at last. It makes
it all so real, somehow, to have them in front of us, finally." She beams at
her dragon.
Kindre grins and turns to regard J'dar. "Well, you're ahead of me, then. Not
only have I only guessed one egg correctly...Herath's, which was no
feat...but she's never Searched a soul." Chuckling a bit, she shrugs before
wondering, "The dragons should be getting excited about getting out to
Search, I'd imagine?" Bobbing her head to Aphrael, she says, "Blue seems
right...mayhaps green..."
Kierth rumbles pleasantly shifting about to find the best possible position,
obviously trying to seem impressive at the same time.
D'va sighs, quietly. Seven years old and already attracting attention from
bronzeriders. Well, it's not like it was that unexpected. "Ho, C'len," he
calls.
Kassima grimaces at the queer shade of the first egg. "Green, green, blue,"
she notes, making the proper annotations on her hide. "Lysseth sometimes
Searches aright, and sometimes doesn't... but most of hers have Impressed at
one clutch or another." Behind her rider, Lysseth adds her greetings to
those of the other Telgar dragons.
On the sands,
Rushing River Rift Egg
A swath of frothing blue and green splashes down the middle of this half
buried egg. On both sides of the swath are dark, jagged shadows in grey and
black, seeming to rise up from the egg's surface and threaten to envelop the
bold river of color. Near the buried end, the shadowed sides widen and then
come around to meet at the very bottom, forming a pool of darkly rimmed
sapphire blue. The energy of this egg's coloring leads one to peer closer
and reflect what might be stirring underneath its surface.
On the sands, Silora nods in agreement with that, apparently asking her
lifemate how he feels. "Bel says the whole thing is nervewracking, but he's
about to burst with happiness and pride at the same time. I'm sure after
they're all on the Sands, both of them will be a bit more themselves again."
On the sands, Laurelin smiles. "Until the Hatching." She gives Silora a
significant look.
On the sands,
Sun-Streaked Sea Sand Egg
This shell holds a mottling of tans and browns, with the occasional speck of
black. Here and there, pinks and brighter tans add color and visual
contrast, as they appear much smoother than the gritty-looking mottle. Like
light through a streaky window, a cast of warm yellow covers the egg, though
rather patchily. Where it touches, the yellow brightens the browns and mutes
the mottling, bringing an overall cheeriness. One might expect any moment a
head to come bursting through the shell, spraying sand everywhere.
"I've a fur nearly that color," Kindre remarks while looking over the new
oval upon the sands. "Though without the black hints...that, I say, will
hatch a green. I'm almost positive this time."
"Brown, and... brown," Kassima reports. Again, she pauses in her scribbling
to swipe at Khari's chin with a soft cloth. "Did Kaylira drool half this
much when she was teething? I swear, I can't remember it. Keep this in mind,
Kin, as one of the things you'll have to look forward to if'n you and Kiat
have children."
On the sands, Silora settles into her chair for the duration, legs tucked
underneath her, and for all the world looking like a youngster with a
Turnday present in hand...these eggs are like that for her, a glorious
present her lifemate and Elisanth have made together. Eyes wide, she
continues to watch as they appear, one after another.
C'len returns D'va's greeting with warmth, surreptitiously presenting Divya
with a small, green stone, striated with bright blue. He whispers, "To
remember to-day by." He makes a great show of trying to distract D'va.
On the sands, Laurelin settles too, content to be in the presence of her
dragon and her mate as they go through this together. The silence between
her and Silora is a companionable one, not needing words to communicate, as
they watch something they've waited for so long to happen.
On the sands,
Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg
Tricolored, this egg works its way through three equally titillating shades
of rich gemstone. The top end is tipped by a tempestuous shade of ruby
violet, darker at the very tip and then slightly fainter in intensity as the
purple hue comes in touch with the second, more narrow band of crystalline
white. Though nearly opaque the second band still maintains the luster of
quartz, bright and tough as it holds apart violet from the third color
ringing the egg: a tender, grass green. Partially hidden by the soft bed of
sand, this egg's third color teases you with only the barest glimpse of soft
green. Because of the way the topmost, violet shade is darker near its edge
you would assume that this bottom down end would also run from it's paler
shade to a more striking, emerald green. Perhaps it does, it would take a
turn from Elisanth though to let you see all that this egg has to offer.
Divya's eyes brighten and her small fist clutches at the stone, hiding it
from her father. She grins her thanks to C'len.
Kindre blinks a few times before turning around to watch her friend. "We,
uh, actually spoke about that earlier today," she near-whispers to the
Telgar Wingsecond. Watching Kharisma, however, brings her smile back.
"You're lucky to have such lovely daughters, Kassi..." As other heads turn,
though, towards the sands, she's unable to stop herself from doing so as
well. "That's near to Adonith's hue along the top if I'm not mistaken...brown?"
On the sands, Belaryth moves closer to one end of the mound, tentatively,
wanting to be closer to both Elisanth and to see what she has brought into
the world so far.
On the sands, Elisanth croons encouragingly for the brown to come closer,
not concerned at all.
On the sands,
Unbelievably Unassuming Undersized Egg
Unlike most of the eggs around it, this particular one is unusually
undeveloped and unadorned and is easily lost in the heap around it. Unduly
plain, it almost leads one to believe a watchwher somehow snuck in and hid
one of her own eggs in this clutch. A deep umber-brown cap casts dark
shadows down the sides in an unformed pattern that blends uniformly into the
bland brown beneath, creating a quite unspectacular picture. That is until
from time to time the tiny egg is rolled by its mother, revealing a
sparkling, gold-flecked cap on the bottom, as if it were lit up by a sunbeam.
Divya surreptitously rubs her gift stone as she watches the eggs and Elisanth.
D'va grins at C'len. "How are you and Kierth? Duties have kept us from
seeing each other for awhile."
Kassima hides a smile at the sight of the bronzerider and the girl; catching
sight of the newest egg, her suppressed smile blossoms into a full grin.
"What a lovely egg for a green. I do consider m'self lucky, Kin, for all the
trials and tribulations... mayhaps 'tis something like weyrmating, hmmm?
What did you and he decide?" As this latest egg comes into view, she gives a
low whistle. "Bronze. Definitely bronze."
C'len glances back at the hulk of a bronze behind him. "Top form, D'va. And
certainly busy, the both of us. Jeth is doing well, as yourself?"
On the sands, The queen looks noticably thinner, her sides slack and the
skin loose as she deposits her long-carried burden onto the hot, sweltering
sand, where the eggs will harden over the next sevendays. She can't be that
long from finishing now.
D'va nods. "Yes, very well. Jeth seems just as bright and energetic as when
he first hatched. Truly time has no meaning to him in any sense." Jeth
flicks his tail and croons softly at his rider.
On the sands,
Vanishing Varnished Violet Egg
This egg bears a shiny surface that appears wet even after it's dried,
catching the varying lights in the cavern and throwing them violently
around. The violet undertones on the egg's surface are variegated with other
pale hues of vermillion and green. The shiny surface of the
chaotically-adorned egg is vibrant as if shining from within, and
fascinatingly fools the eye into thinking it's moving, vanishing, each
moment that one looks at it.
"If it happens, wonderful," Kindre replies to Kassima, "if not, well, then
we'll see. Well, K'tyn doesn't drool, but mayhaps it is the same nearly,"
she quips with a smirk. Looking over Kassima and her daughter, then D'va and
the young girl in his lap, she simply smiles before looking over the eggs
again. "Now that," she says on a new subject, "is a glorious egg indeed."
Kassima takes stock of the appearance of the queen, and purses her lips.
"Perhaps m'guess about the numbers was hasty. Thirty and two, it could be,
but I don't know about thirty and seven. Oh... how lovely. And how perfectly
blue, wouldn't you say?"
On the sands,
Wild Wherry Winkle Egg
Blue...yes, this egg is definitely blue! But not your normal everyday
blue...no, this is a special blue. The pale definitive shade of wild
periwinkles popping up as a harbinger of spring, pure and delicate. Smaller
than many of its neighbors, it more than makes up what it lacks in size by
providing a restful place for tired eyes to linger, the soothing simplicity
of it perhaps indicative of the dragonet's nature within...and perhaps not.
Only time will reveal that particular mystery.
C'len pushes a hand through his hair. "Kierth is much the same, although I
think I'm feeling quite unlike the boy I was Turns ago."
D'va laughs. "You and R'lym both, I'll wager. And C'san, too, although he
was a bit older than you both when you all impressed. I remember it well,
though."
Divya's attention is now torn between watching her father banter with his
friends, and trying to see the last eggs drop onto the Sands.
Kassima chuckles under her breath at the goldrider, nodding. "There's always
the Water," she points out. "I could buy you some of *that* for your
Turnday, next go-round? And I'm glad to hear that Kiat doesn't drool. He
doesn't strike me as the drooling type, but y'never know."
On the sands, Elisanth continues her clutching, making sure every egg is
placed specially where she wants it to be, as if working on a huge
masterpiece that will dazzle when finished, as picky and as careful as any
artist with a canvas.
On the sands,
Whirling Wispy Wings Egg
The curious cool creamy colors of this egg are almost all shades of white.
After watching it for a moment, you see the billowing softness of clouds and
wherry-feather pillows. Watching further, your eyes seem drawn into this
orb, conjuring memories of afternoons spent imagining fanciful shapes in the
skies. The shapes lead your imagination to try to make sense of them, seeing
here the snowy cap of a mountain, there a winecrafter's pale wineskin, and
nearest to you, a dragon of white taking wing high over the Weyr.
C'len's mouth wrinkles a bit at the mention of R'lym, but he continues to
smile for memory's sake. "As do I ... I was quite the polite, charming,
innocent lad..."
J'dar says "Brenneth isn't quite the same as when he Hatched, but he's about
the same as when we finished weyrling training."
On the sands,
Xanthous Xebec Egg
Pale yellow with mottles of white and strong golden-brown, this ovoid blends
in subtly with the other eggs around it. Nothing outstanding to it, except
if one stares at its calm exterior long enough, a perceptible pattern
appears from the seemingly random daubings on it. Could those white patches
and toasted streaks perhaps form the sails of a strong sailing ship attached
to sleek masts of well-seasoned oak and set adrift on a sea of pale gleaming
gold? Only the voyager within can answer that question as it lies curled in
blissful slumber, fathoms deep and cradled on a sea of dragon dreams.
Kindre bobs her head agreeably. "Perfect blue, I'll readily admit," she says
and smiles. Tired of standing, she moves back a bit closer to Herath and
rests on of of the gold's feet. Laughing, then, as she listens to Kassima,
she makes a warding off motion with her hands. "Faranth forbid I attempt the
Water...I think I'll take my chances the usual way." Her words concluded,
she peers down again. "Hmm...bronze, green."
Kassima eyes the new pair of eggs contemplatively, her brow creasing.
"Bronze... and green, I say. But I'm none too certain about that last.
What's wrong with the Water, Kin? It works! You've but to look at Kay and
Khari, for proof."
C'len nods to J'dar.
D'va grins. "Now you're just not a lad anymore, right C'len?" He chuckles.
"Yes, J'dar, except for one thing - Brenneth is quite the search dragon now.
He wasn't when he was first hatched!"
C'len nods, giving his most winning smile. "Exactly! Divya thinks so ...
don't you, Divya?"
"I've seen it work," the goldrider admits before laughing quietly. Listening
to the Reaches riders causes her to smile a bit. "Think we're getting on in
turns? We hardly have the adventures we used to. I suppose duties have added
to that, though."
Divya says "Yes!" enthusiastically, and then dimples up at C'len to see his
reaction.
D'va just shakes his head. "Okay, maybe not 'innocent' either, then."
C'len laughs joyfully, and looks to D'va, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Smart daughter you have there. You sure she's yours..?"
Kassima snorts at the very idea. "Oh, aye--we're decrepit and drooling at
twenty-five and twenty-four! Shards, nay, Kin. Only when we start *feeling*
old will we be old. You're right about adventures, though. What say after
this, rather than going back to Telgar, we find another place to invade? We
can make up for that lack of adventure, at least in part."
D'va coughs once, then somehow turns it into a laugh. "Why, looking to claim
her as your own?"
On the sands, Elisanth starts slowing down, obviously exhausted but pleased
by her efforts. She croons to Laurelin, and gently lays the last remaining
eggs of her and Belaryth's clutch.
On the sands,
Yelling Yellow Yegg Egg
This egg shouts, nay screams, for attention. It's yellow. Not the pleasant
soothing shade of fellis blossoms, nor yet the mellow gold of many a queen
dragon's hide, but a /loud/ and blinding yellow as if somehow the occupant
inside demands to be let out and will crack this particular safe in a
shattering burst of energy. Any weaver who could duplicate the color might
make a fortune indeed, for this egg's sheer brightness could well be used to
light up the darkest of nights.
Kindre chuckles before nodding her head. Shifting in her seat on Herath's
bumpy form of a foot, she tilts her head as she apparently ponders where to
go. "Mayhaps the Hulk? Maybe this time they won't try to toss us out," is
remarked with raised brows as she suggests it. "Well, I don't feel old,
so..." Herath's curious whuffle as the overly yellow egg appears draws her
eyes to the sands. "Oh...my..."
On the sands, Zingy Zircon Egg
On the sands, If a rainbow could form and be seen underground in some hidden
chamber, it might well resemble this egg. Uniformly a smooth reddish-brown
when surveyed from a distance, this striking shell's surface subtly supports
a translucent glow. Every angle one views it from causes a slightly
different shade to appear, from deep mahogany to bronze to chestnut and all
the variations in between. Exceptionally attractive, it must surely house a
rare treasure within its walls.
C'len continues to chuckle, noticing how comfortable Divya is with her
father. "I highly doubt that you'd agree to that, Divya."
C'len stretches dramatically, "Besides... the life of a strapping, young
bronzerider like myself..."
Kassima takes one look at this new egg, and immediately declares, "Green."
Lysseth rumbles in unmistakable accordance. "The Hulk? Well, mayhaps if'n we
could lure Mart out of hiding. I've nay drained his mark pouch in awhile.
Oh... interesting egg there, too. Blue?"
Divya considers this for a moment. "No, not really. But you can be my
boyfriend, if you want."
D'va coughs again, almost choking. "Divya!"
On the sands, Elisanth comes closer to Belaryth, to press her snout against
his, and rest against him. She lowers herself to lay on the hot sand,
finally finished with her task.
Divya looks back at her father in puzzlement. "What, Daddy?"
C'len's eyes light up, "Now that's more like it! I said she was smart, D'va."
D'va just puts his head in his hands and shakes it repeatedly.
Kindre turns her head to look over what seems to be the last egg laid.
"Mayhaps...or brown. Oh, true enough," she then agrees, "we've not gotten
Mart out for any gaves of luck recently. I wonder if he'll be Weyrlingmaster
again. If so, we've likely only four or five sevendays to do so."
Divya gently pats her father's arm and asks, "What's wrong, Daddy?"
C'len chuckles, grasping Divya's hand before D'va can stop him. "He's
speechless, Divya. He cannot believe what good taste you have."
D'va says "Divya, you're too young to have a boyfriend. Especially a
scoundrel like C'len here."
Kassima remarks in an undertone, "I am suddenly reminded of Breana, rather
strongly. Brown? Nay, I think nay. 'Tis blue or green, but I'd stake more on
blue." She winces at the queenrider's latter words. "Only four or five
sevendays? Shells, we won't be able to steal many marks from him in that
much time. I suppose we'll have t'hope for the best. Think that's the last?"
Divya says "What's a scoundrel, Daddy?"
On the sands, Laurelin gets up carefully, and with a smile towards the
already dozing queen and her mate, steps softly outside the grounds.
C'len gasps, clutching his chest and pretending to be taken aback at D'va's
harsh words.
On the sands, Laurelin wanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.
D'va says "I'll let C'len explain."
Jh'rin eases himself off of Siaroth with the gracious aid of a lowered
shoulder.
Divya looks at C'len expectantly.
Jh'rin slides down, calling, "Ista's duty to the Reaches, and hey! Sia was
right...there're eggs down there!"
"If luck is on our side and now his Brownieship's," Kindre comments while
her lips quirk into a rather mischievious grin, "then we'll catch him soon
before that." The arrival of the familiar Istan green and her rider draws a
wave from the golrider. "Telgar's duties, Jh'rin, pleasure to see you again.
I fear," she waves to the near-dozing queen below, "that she may be done for
the eve however...."
Kassima's attention is drawn away from the hide and yet another futile
attempt at getting Khari's chin drool-free by the sound of wingbeats; upon
recognizing which dragon is making said sound, her face lights up and she
calls over, "You're just in time for the final count, Jhor! Sharding fine
clutch, 'tis--at least three bronzes by m'measure! And Kin, you know
better'n to count on that. For all that he scorns it, luck favors him most
ironically."
C'len returns his attention to Divya. "Your father is mistaking me for one
with bad intentions. You might be too young to have a boyfriend, but you're
pretty enough to have me as a friend. Can I be your friend instead?"
As he removes gloves and helmet Jh'rin answers cheerfully, "Pleasure's all
mine, Kindre ma'am. Yeah, I heard she might be finished fer th'night, but ah
well. Kassima!" The greenrider salutes Kindre, gives the other riders
respectful smiles, and strides toward Kassima and her baby, his tanned
visage splitting into a wide grin. "That our girl?"
D'va hmms and awaits Divya's response. This might be as far as he could win
this battle on this day.
Divya pouts for a moment. Then she nods in agreement.
Kindre laughs while bobbing her head to Kassima. "Agreed, dear friend. Mart
has more than his fair share of that, to be true." Inclining her head to
Jh'rin, she can't help but grin winningly at him. "That silver tongue has
not yet lost its calibre, I see."
C'len smiles, genuinely happy to have the young girl's friendship. "Then
it's settled."
Divya's eyes widen as she is struck by inspiration. "Daddy, can C'len be my
boyfriend after my next Turnday? Will I be old enough then?"
J'dar looks at Jh'rin, then flushes and turns away.
C'len raises his eyebrows and looks to D'va.
Kassima gives an amused snort, her own teeth flashing whitely against tanned
skin as she mirrors the grin of the other rider. "Nay, Jhor," she drawls, "I
just managed a medical miracle and spawned another child in only four
months. Ushu's devoting all of his research t'me now, and I had t'hit him
over the head with one of his books to escape." Winking, she affirms more
honestly, "Aye, 'tis Khari."
D'va actually hides another look of sheer terror. "We'll .. talk about that
when you get to your next turnday, ok?"
C'len nods, as if that sounded fair, even to him.
Jh'rin gives J'dar a confused but sincere grin, busses Kindre soundly on the
cheek, and holds his arms out for Khari. "You mock me, madam. Now...lemme
see my girl."
Divya says "Well, OK. Can C'len eat with us tomorrow night?"
C'len rocks back, smiling in complete, unabashed glee. He looks to D'va
again, for the answer.
D'va nods. "Yes, -in- the Cavern. With your mother and I, and Br'mar." He
looks over at J'dar. "You can come too, J'dar, if you are free."
C'len wrinkles his nose at D'va, and then glances along with D'va at J'dar,
smiling a bit.
Kassima rises to her feet and bends her knees in a slight mock-curtsey.
"Only because I must keep m'wits honed, if'n I ever hope t'keep 'em half as
sharp as yours," she retorts, laughing. She stows the crumpled hide and
charcoal stick in one pocket, then changes her hold on her daughter to a
two-handed one and gently passes the girl to her father. "Your wish is
m'command, O Master of the Silvered Tongue."
J'dar says "Sure. I'm always hungry."
Divya claps her hands together happily. "Please, please come eat with us
C'len."
D'va chuckles. "Good, then it's settled." He then looks back down at the
sands. "Well, it seems Elisanth's handiwork is done. Did you see her lay her
last egg, Divya?"
C'len turns back to Divya, "Of course I will, Divya."
Divya says "Yes, Daddy. I saw her lay 15 eggs. That's a lot!"
Kindre absently wipes her cheek before grinning at Jh'rin, now busy with his
child and her mother. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she regards the
grounds below...now full of eggs. Divya's words cause her smile to broaden a
bit even as she studies quietly.
D'va hmms. "I think there's more than that there, however."
Jh'rin collects his daughter to him and leans over to kiss Kassima tenderly
on the lips. "Good thing, too." He looks, by the way, not an ounce insecure
with a baby. "So...how many's Elisanth clutched now?"
Divya smiles at C'len and says "Thank you." She turns her body a bit to show
him her stone, so he knows the thanks are for more than just the dinner
agreement.
C'len beams, nodding his welcome. He then glances at Kierth, nodding
absently, before standing. "With that assured, I must take my leave of you,
Divya. And you too, D'va." He grins, bowing dramatically and with great
flourish.
"We were here t'see twenty and four," Kassi reports. "I think." Tugging her
hide free once more, she consults it. "Aye, twenty and four, but there were
already some on the Sands ere that. Did you catch the total number, Kin? Oh,
and be warned, Jhor--she's teething, so you might want to watch for drool."
Kindre shakes her head. "I didn't count, I fear. Your numbers sounds about
right, though," she remarks with a smile.
Divya waves and says "Goodbye. We'll see you tomorrow night." She slips her
stone back into its hiding place before her father can see it.
Jh'rin tells Kassima with a crooked grin, "I'm used t'women drooling over
me," before adding to J'dar, "Hey, bluerider...y'doing awright tonight?"
C'len winks at Divya again before striding to mount Kierth.
D'va hmms, his obvious attempt at distraction failing. However he waves
cheerfully to C'len as the bronzerider departs. "Clear skies to you and
Kierth, C'len. I'll be seeing you soon.. I guess."
Divya turns back to the Sands and beginss counting the eggs under her breath.
C'len places a hand on Kierth's hide before stepping upon the bronze's
proffered foreleg and scrambles up, only to nudged the rest of the way by
his lifemate's snout.
From atop Kierth, C'len grins and winks at D'va too, just to be insatiable.
"Clear skies, D'va!" He nods in parting, to the other onlookers.
Kierth launches off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, it
swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.
J'dar tries not to look or sound too embarassed as he nods to Jh'rin, "Yes,
thank you, I'm doing fine. How are you and Siaroth? And Ista?"
Kassima has to quirk a wry grin at that one. "Oh, aye. I should have
remembered." Stashing both the hide and drool rag away once more, she folds
her arms and gives J'dar a rather puzzled look. "Well," she says to Kindre,
"'tis nay twenty and seven, but still, a fair-sized clutch. There may even
be thirty or more, as was predicted."
D'va grins down at Divya. "So how many do you count down there?"
Jh'rin answers, happy as he is bouncing the baby, "Ista's fine, Siaroth's
better now she's stopped glowing...and is mooning over Couranth t'beat all
getout, and this is my new...well, relatively new...daughter, Kharisma.
How's the Reaches, J'dar?"
Kindre bobs her head while pulling her glance away from the sands. "I'm sure
it will prove to be a glorious clutch indeed."
J'dar says "High Reaches is doing well, you can see for yourself what our
biggest news is."
Divya says "31 eggs, Daddy!"
"Yeah, Elisanth's done well so far, and by Silora's brown too!" Jh'rin gives
Khari a kiss on the forehead, happily hugging the baby, then grins down at
Divya. "You counted all the way t'31, m'lady? Wow. I can't go much further
than 20."
Divya blushes with happy embarrassment at then attention from this new
dragonrider.
Kharisma stirs at the bouncing, cracking open a pair of sleepy amber-irised
eyes and giving a small yawn. Her watching mother smiles warmly at the girl
before nodding to Kin. "Three bronzes, at least--nay 'tall bad, for a
brown's siring! Couranth? I remember that name. He flew J'lyn's green a Turn
or two back. Remember that one, Kin? Faranth. Jal acted like a bloody
madman." Oh, yeah. Like she's one to talk?
D'va nods. "31, hmm." He squints and looks down himself. "I'll accept that."
He grins at the other riders.
Jh'rin smiles with respect at D'va, winking to Divya, then adds to Kassima,
"Well...Couranth's a fine brown. Good dragon. His rider's a bit...ah...well."
Divya's blush deepens ever-so-slightly, this time from pure pleasure.
Kindre blinks as she searches her memories. "Yes..I do recall the name," she
replies before shuddering a bit. "Crackdust, though, I remember J'lyn's
actions more than anything." Smiling a bit, she nods to D'va. "A fine number
for what surely will prove to be an equally fine addition to High Reaches'
wings."
Kassima chuckles, nodding. "At least thirty and two was *close*, though
'twas far from the mark the first time. 'Tis why I don't gamble on the
numbers. The colors are much safer--with that, at least you've a one-in-four
shot." Fingering her mark pouch, she adds, "Better'n cards, at that. I
believe I met his rider once, come t'think of it... Bronia, aye? She came to
Benden once and told stories--of you, in fact."
D'va just chuckles to himself at Divya's current "admirer," then nods to
Kindre. "Elisanth has done quite well for High Reaches in the past. I expect
nothing less this go around."
Jh'rin's tan gets a trifle paler as he caresses the four-month-old's hair.
"I really am not entirely sure I wanna hear what Nia's said about me t'other
weyrs." He instead prefers to turn his attention to Kindre and D'va, adding,
"Well, sir, Elisanth's a fine, fine lady, and Silora's Belaryth certainly is
doing fine by her. No doubt they'll give the Reaches a clutching to be proud
about."
Kindre's eyes widen with recognition. "Yes...I recall that evening fairly
well myself. She seemed a kind enough woman. We had some fun telling
stories." Turning swiftly to Kassima, she wonders, "That wasn't the eve we
discussed the games, was it?" Bobbing her head as she regards D'va again,
she says, "I remember her last. It was the first High Reaches Hatching I had
been able to see. A grand group then as I'm sure will be with this one."
D'va nods and takes his opporunity to stand up, brushing a bit of dust and
dirt from his legs. "I agree. Although you probably wouldn't expect me to
refute that," he says and chuckles.
Divya stands up as well, imitating her father.
Kassima chuckles, shaking her head and then reaching up to flick her
displaced forelock back out of her eyes. "Ach, 'twas naught too terrible.
Just a few words about your exploits when your dragon glows." She winks,
grinning impishly at the other greenrider. "A'course, one can hear the same
stories all over Pern, so... which games, Kin? The Bronzerider Games? I
don't think so... nor the Spring ones, but m'memory may very well misserve."
Jh'rin's grin returns, crooked and keen. "No, sir," he agrees, "I'd more
surprised than a wherry outrunning a proddy gold if I heard any ill about
the Reaches coming from someone of yer reputation." Then, back to Kassima,
and not quite so happily, "Bronia's got some wild tales, I reckon.
But...ah...she probably shouldn't be telling 'em as broadly as she does."
"Somehow I'd doubt that you would," Kindre agrees quickly enough. "Would you
like us to say hello to Emlyn for you when return to Telgar? I remember your
visiting her a few times, and she speaks of you now and again." Nodding to
Kassima, her brows wrinkle momentarily. "I had thought she was there for the
Bronzerider games. Hrm. Mayhaps my memory doesn't serve me well."
D'va smiles at Kindre. "Yes, if you wouldn't mind. Bryena keeps wanting me
to take her up to the mountains there to visit, but she's been quite busy of
late."
Kindre inclines her head and smiles to D'va. "I'll be sure to do so, then.
Mayhaps with eggs on the sands Emlyn with have reason to visit you soon."
Kassima drawls drolly, "Telling tales seems t'be characteristic of some
brownriders. Just ask Channie." She conveniently neglects the fact that she
herself spreads tales of things like, oh, Mart and R'val's run-ins with
cross-dressing as far and wide as she can. "Could be worse, nay? Y'know,
Kin, we really *should* have those games sometime. 'Twould be...
interesting. T'say the least."
Kindre smirks a bit while nodding to Kassima. "I fully agree. We must sit
with M'kla and finalize the details."
D'va nods to Kindre again. "I would appreciate that. And I hope that you and
the others enjoy our hospitality while you're here at the Reaches." He
smiles. "Let's go and tell Bryena all about the clutching, Divya."
Jh'rin lifts Khari high, sighs, kisses her, then offers her back to her
mother. "I should probably head back t'Ista anyways...got dawn drills fer
th'new wing I'm heading up. Rescue stuff."
Divya grabs her father's hand and waves goodbye to all the dragonriders. "Bye!"
Jh'rin makes a slight bow to Divya. "Take care of yerself, m'lady. Thanks
again fer yer accurate count o'the eggs!"
"Thank you, and clear skies," Kindre replies before waving to both D'va and
Divya. Overhearing Jh'rin, she sighs a bit. "We should head back as well,
Kassi..."
D'va climbs up the offered foreleg of Jeth onto the big bronze's back.
Divya makes a note to call out "Goodbye, Jh'rin!" as she mounts Jeth.
"She knows m'name," Jhor grins bashfully as the little girl turns to leave.
"Awww."
Khari's gurgle at this lifting sounds almost like a giggle, eliciting a soft
laugh from Kassi as she takes the child and holds her close. "Rescue? I'd
nay heard of that; rumor travels slowly, in some cases. I'm glad t'have
gotten t'see you, Jhor." She leans over to kiss the other greenrider soundly
on the cheek. "You take care of yourself, y'hear?"
Divya climbs up the offered foreleg of Jeth onto the big bronze's back.
Kassima turns her head and nods ruefully to Kin. "Aye, you've m'accordance.
'Tis like as nay too late t'roust Mart from his lair and haul his sorry hide
over to the Hulk, more's the pity."
Jh'rin returns the kiss, cupping Kassima's cheek gently in his hand. "You
take care as well, love...and watch over our girl. I'll try t'get over
t'Telgar more. Kindre, ma'am...clear skies t'you and yer queen."
Kindre smiles wide at the Istan rider. "Clearest of skies, Jh'rin. You must
come visit us at the Weyr soon."
High atop Jeth, D'va turns around and buckles in Divya securely.
From Jeth's back, D'va takes the straps and buckles himself in securely.
Jeth rises up off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he
swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.
Jh'rin uses the azure riding straps to pull himself astride Siaroth.
Kassima smiles warmly, nodding once. "Could I do less, love? Oh--and clear
skies and stuff!" she belatedly remembers to add. Right, that formality
rigamarole. How could she have forgotten that?
From between Siaroth's neckridges, Jh'rin blows kisses to Kassima and the
gorgeous girl she holds, sighs, then nudges Siaroth skyward.
Siaroth springs powerfully off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the
cavern, she swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.
Kindre sighs a bit before nodding. "Ach, 'tis a shame, in truth. We'll have
to come roust him some other eve, though." Slipping off Herath's foot and
getting up onto her own feet, she stretches. After Siaroth's take off, she
says, "I suppose I'm ready when you are."
Telgar Weyr> Kindre switches between channeling Kassi and Jh'rin. Fear. Or,
better yet, Fear Me.
Telgar Weyr> R'val changes Kindre's ODN Conduits. She's now channelling
antimatter to the warp nacels.
Telgar Weyr> Richenda understood that, R'val.
Telgar Weyr> Richenda shoots herself.
Telgar Weyr> Kindre says, "huh?"
Telgar Weyr> Kindre is K'lueless...and rather likes it :)
Kassima watches the green and her too-charming-and-weird-for-words rider fly
off into the sunset, and bobs her head once to her friend. "I'm ready
enough. Nay challenging Prefeth on the way back now, Lyss!" she chides the
green, reaching up for the straps with her free hand. "Oh... and duties to
the High Reaches and her queens, by the by. You've a fine, lovely clutch out
there, and I look forward t'winning a respectable sum of marks when it
Hatches."
Telgar Weyr> R'val says, "Understood it? Haw, I could tell you how to do it!
;) Treknobable, Kindre. :)"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima gahs at Kin. Instead of being a happy medium, you're
apparently a loony one. ;) *Snugsnugs.* G'night, Richefish! Swim well!
Kindre also offers, "Telgar's duties and, yes, it's a glorious clutch. We'll
be sure to let everyone at the Weyr know."
You place one hand on Lysseth's neck and she warbles down at you fondly. You
grin and scratch her eyeridges once before climbing up onto her lower
neckridges, using the riding straps and Lysseth's thoughtfully offered foreleg.
Telgar Weyr> Kindre watches her rp go thbbbbbbt :b :}
<*> Kindre gives Herath a soft, loving pat on the side. Humbling her oft
high-held muzzle, Herath dips close to the ground and Kindre half-steps,
half-tugs herself up with courtly ease. An unusally easy and contented glint
is in her eyes as her lifemate bestrides her.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima's pthbbbted before yours, Kin. Nyah, nyah. ;)
<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with
a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.
You launch off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, you swoop
into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.