Fuzzytimed to End of Autumn 2040
Once again, the females seemed to be of one cycle, for shortly after Safryn had given birth to her twins, Soquilith had taken to the Sands with her own clutch of eggs. Both of them were doting mothers, yet the rider had the chance to reprieve herself of the children by placing them in the care of a foster parent. Faella had been caring for Isharya already, and she readily accepted taking care of the twins as well, so that Safryn could continue with her duties once she was recovered. However, Soqi spent her days inside the cavernous cave where her eggs rested, hardening on the heated sands, yet her doting brown mate saw to her every need and the dappled gold had not gone wanting as the sevendays went by.
The dark queen had been vigilant with her clutch of fifteen, making sure they were rotated properly and guarded every moment of every day by either her own watchful eye, or the protective one of their sire. Safryn in turn had seen to the personal care of her newest daughter, Alorha, the small child not having the same strength and vigor as her brother Jofrey, so she needed her mothers' touch more often. The days passed quickly for the mothers, even though they felt in the moment to drag on forever, and finally the wonderful moment came for Soqi's children to hatch.
Her voice rang out into the minds of the Weyr, the triumphant and proud words that bade them drop everything and come to the Sands, for a new generation of dragons was being born. In groups they gathered in the stands, the gaps between them growing until nearly every seat in the cavern was filled and they all waited to hear the sounds of the first shell breaking. Soquilith stood matronly beside her clutch, the burning ember of the brown Ifrith standing proud at her side, while their riders stood together on the Sands close by in the place of honor. The goldrider smiled warmly at H'tai, greeting him and lacing her arm through his as they stood, talking of the twins, of the hatchlings, of anything that came to mind while admiring the wonderful dragons that had been brought of their union.
The first to break shell was a brown whose hide echoed his fathers red tone, but was not sparked like a flame and instead was a rish crimson hue all throughout. He was a sturdy beast though and chose a young man who seemed just as stout as the hatchling and together they moved away as the first Impressed pair of the clutch. The last to hatch was a small and dainty little green, the seventh of the clutch and she picked her way carefully towards the candidates and chose a young girl who was fresh into candidacy.
With the last shell hatched and the green pair moving off the sands, the rest of the cavern began to disperse as well, some friends and family moving to congratulate the new weyrlings, while others had to return to their duties and wait for the Feast before celebrating properly. Safryn made a point of finding each new pair and congratulating them personally, as she'd done with all of Soquilith's clutches so far, and then placed them in the careful hands of the Weyrlingmaster to raise and train them to be dragonrider of Pern.
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