Tag ~ H'tai, Eavan, Ar'vis, R'sin, Rhianwen
Shortly after they'd settle into their seats near the Weyrwomans' chair, Safryn had whispered her wonder to her H'tai, but her blue eyes were watching all around them as more and more of her fellows in Leadership began to join them. Listening to the brown riders' answer though brought a smirk to her lips and she turned to him with a teasing smile and another squeeze to his hand, "Oh, you're no fun... You're not supposed to guess like that." The goldrider said, her lips curling pleasantly as she shook her head and red hair bounced around her shoulders. Fine, if he wanted to play the game like that, then maybe she just didn't want to play, that'll show him. So instead of saying anything else, the woman just leaned against the brownrider, playfully ignoring him now as she turned to the rest of the arrivals.
Ar'vis was given a pleasant smile of acknowledgement. It was always good to see the bronzerider, his ties to Eavan still remaining close and she had an inkling he was likely to show up for such an event. R'sin was next, another smile greeting the new Weyrleader and though she was only just getting to know the bronzerider, she thought he was capable enough to tough it out for the next Turn. She could tell that he held the Weyr above all, even with his own lack of experience in the position, so he would not fail the Weyr so long as it was within his power and she admired that. However, R'sin still needed a few lessons in diplomacy, and it seemed that Ar'vis may have been too literal and perhaps quick to jump to conclusions about what was said.
Part of the goldrider wanted to roll her eyes at the interaction, R'sin having to defend the words he'd meant in jest, yet the candidates arrived on schedule, before the first egg hatched and that was all that mattered. Really, men sometimes. It was far too early in the morning to be so uptight over nothing. She was glad then for the next distraction of the newest goldrider, Rhianwen, and patted the seat beside her for the young woman to join them. "Morning." Safryn offered simply with a smile, as the lady seated herself. While the goldrider was still just a weyrling, they had reached a turn and more and more time was spent among the other queenriders and so far Rhianwen and Safryn had seemed to get along well enough. The weyrling could be stubborn when she had her points to make and the diplomacy to argue that point, and the Weyrwoman Second was thinking she'd make a fine candidate for negotiations with other Weyrs and Holds.
However, at the first sound of a shell cracking, all thoughts of politics was pushed away and sapphire orbs turned back to the Sands. They were here for the Hatching and that's what should matter most right now. Her hand tightened a little in H'tais as the first dragonet broke free, the crowds stunned for a moment in confusion, yet Safryn knew without a doubt that it was bronze standing before them, for he was not the first of his kind to sport a golden hued hide and indeed her eyes did look for the sunny hides of Cyniath and Akoth as well to confirm.
"Well, that is certainly a good sign." The goldrider mused aloud, her smiling widening as the young bronze made his way toward his candidate of choice, strong and confident. "Congratulations to Pionath and Pai...They have a beautiful son." Safryn said, grinning over at Eavan and R'sin. That bronze would certainly be a highlight of the Feast to come, the Weyr buzzing with the good omen coming from a relatively small clutch. Hopefully that would mean the rest would be just as strong as their brother who broke shell first.
I will have two beautiful sons.
came the resolute voice of her queen, the dappled gold perched on the highest ridge of the cliff's outside that she could find. While Paiseantath was on spotlight inside the cavern, the dark queen was staking her claim just outside, spreading those bronzed wings wide. Her throat hummed though, soothing and calm despite her display as the summons of the sands was too strong to ignore.
Of course you will love, and many more to come.
Safryn soothed, yet she knew without a doubt now that Soquilith wouldn't be waiting for too much longer. The hand in H'tai's fidgeted slightly, but she covered it up with a smile for the brownrider and was pleasantly distracted by the hatching of the next egg.
Tag - Revanne, Healers
Just as always, the Weyrhealer was among the many present in that Hatching cavern that early morning. Roman had always been a light sleeper, his job called for it and he never failed to answer the call of duty. Giocosoman was the one who took a little convincing that morning, but in the end the two toned blood wher padded into the cavern alongside the healer. As soon as they arrived, the Weyrhealer assembled the small team, making sure everyone had a job to do and had what they needed. Once everyone was set up, all they could really do was watch and wait to see if their skills would be needed today or not. Roman never really enjoyed Hatchings for that reason, the waiting for one of those hatchlings to maul someone and knowing that those clumsy claws could cause some serious damage.
When he felt the tug on his sleeve, dark eyes fluttered to see one of his healers standing near. At Revanne's request, the Weyrhealer glanced over to the tall man she gestured at, recognizing the Weyrlingmasters' assistant who was always present for these affairs as well. Roman did quirk a brow slightly at the femme brownrider and V'an being siblings, but another glance showed him the resemblance and a soft smile crossed those broad lips. "Yes, quite. Just stay alert, and at the first sign, I'll need you back here." The healer said with a nod, knowing the woman wouldn't let him down if anything did happen to the candidates. Until then, she was welcome to pass the time with her brother.
'Cosoman padded up beside the man after the young woman left, a subtle rumble given and a nudge against his side prompted Roman to lift his hand to the daywhers withers and give a little scratch there. "Keep your eyes open mate, early mornings can lead to mistakes..." The Weyrhealer said aloud to his wher, but pointedly caught the eye of a nearby journeyman, making sure the man was staying on his toes as well. They know, just as well as I do. You have taught them well.
The blood wher assured his bonded, nosing the man once more. They would be ready if they were needed, and until then should be able to enjoy the show.
Tag - Ryarin, Revanne, weyrlings
As per usual, anytime the queens called, V'an and Arigoth were among the many who prepared themselves for their jobs instead of just getting to spectate. There was a little bit of grumbling from the brownrider as he rolled out of his comfortable bed with his weyrmate, only to have to don real clothes, put on a belt and boots. Splashing some water on his face, brushing a comb through his hair, the man made himself as presentable as possible for this awkwardly early morning. He loved his job despite the odd hours, and he'd never fail to answer the call of the queens, be on the Sands to greet the newest weyrlings into their new life.
The tri-toned brown lumbered into the cavern after his rider, but he was content to take up a place just inside the entrance and laid submissively onto the sands. Arigoth would never dream of imposing on the dame and sire, but he wouldn't try to fly in a confined space like this either, yet the brown wanted to hum, to sing his song and encourage the babies out of their shells with his brethren. His one eye flickered open from time to time, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new babies, to see what colors they were made of with his own eyes. A little brown bump on the top of the dragons head began to stir and the flitter gave a sleepy chirrup at the gentle prod from the dragon. Cooper diligently then obeyed the subtle command and perched himself steady between the brown head knobs and allowed the dragon to borrow his sight instead. It wasn't the same, but at least Arigoth would be able to see more details than his own eye would allow, so he contently closed that eye and continued to hum even louder now that he could watch the event properly.
V'an teased his dragon as he moved toward his post.
Quite. Thanks for asking.
The hound colored brown trilled after the man, watching him go through Coopers' eyes and happs as can be.
The brownrider couldn't help the chuckle as the enthusiasm from his dragon. Enjoy the show, you'll get to greet them all when it's over and then we'll tuck them all back into bed.
The man added with a soft smile, and he could feel Arigoths' anticipation overflowing onto him as well, the moment when they would receive new charges, new weyrlings to watch over.
V'an had to work first, greeting the other assistants, making sure there were enough buckets of meat to go around for the hungry dragonets and knew the beast crafters would likely have more on hand if needed. His weyrmate was usually close by in case she was needed, but he wanted to let her enjoy the spectacle, so at least one of them could. Yet, if the zultanite rider was persistent, as she could be, she was more than welcome to take names of the weyrlings or anything else she could think of to help, it was appreciated. A glance to the healers told him that Roman was set up and ready for the wait, so V'an realized there wasn't much else to do except exactly that...wait.
Soon enough though, a pleasant distraction arrived in the form of his sister, a broad smile greeting the female brownrider. "Really wish these babies would have better timing..." The man said with a slight yawn. "After breakfast would have been nice." V'an continued with a grin for Reva, giving his empty belly a little rub, empathizing with those hatchlings right now. However, after a moment, it seemed that his sister had eyes for a someone in the stands, and someone on the sands, so V'an couldn't help but curious...especially at that look she had in her eyes whenever she looked up into the stands. "Got someone you're here to encourage?" He asked slyly, the wryest smile greeting his lips, choosing to address the someone in the sands first and yet letting his sister know that there was obviously more than that.
Tag ~ R'sin, Eavan, Ar'vis, Rhianwen, Safryn, H'tai
The femme brownrider had woken with the call, the familiar golds voice interrupting her sleep as much as Norieths'. The sandy brown still pined for Paiseantath and was very much at her beck and call, so that even if they weren't his children on those sands again, they were Hers, and he would be there to encourage the gold. Not to mention that the newly appointed Weyrleader had bestowed Ay'li with the honor of being his Weyrsecond, so the brownrider wouldn't miss an appearance whenever she was needed.
In all honesty, she was not taken by surprise at the offer from R'sin and had been his Wingsecond long enough to know the man and how he operated, knew his faults and where she could easily step in to ease them. Her Turn at Weyrleadership gave her at least a little more experience than R'sin, so she could prepare him for some of what's to come. Ay'li was very honored though when he held out those knots, and she swore to R'sin that she would not let him down, would do whatever she could to help him Lead through this Turn, advise him to the best of her abilities and fight beside him valiantly in Threadfall.
Sometimes, that meant you had to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to make an appearance for a Hatching...especially the Senior Golds'.
After making ready, the brownrider pulled open the door of her apartment, only to be greeted by the face of her daughter, Elysias' hand held up as though she were just about to knock.
"Oh good you're up...Now lets go!" The bluerider said, grabbing onto her mothers' arm and practically dragging the woman out to their waiting dragons.
Ay'li wanted to argue, but what was the point? So surprise soon gave way to practicality and she moved to Norieth's side of her own accord. The girls enthusiastic behavior was not uncommon at all, especially for Hatchings, and in fact it was even a little infectious so that a smile began to creep onto the woman's lips as she mounted up onto her brown.
Water and sand flew through the air toward the cavern, mother and daughter mounted astride their dragons, who dismounted expertly the moment they touched down outside. Ay'li moved toward the bluerider as they moved through the entrance. Ay'li's gaze moved about the stands looking for the familiar faces of the Leadership, though she heard the girl at her side groan loudly in despair.
"We're laaaate!" Elys huffed, standing on her tiptoes to see this golden bronze that she heard whispers of. "A bronze already hatched...You're too slow Mom." The femme bluerider teased as she tugged once more on the woman's arm to get moving.
The brownrider gave her own huff as she took her arm back and strode forward confidently, having spotted the golden and ember locks of the Weyrwomen among the crowd and made her way toward them. "You can sit where ever you like then Elle." She said, glancing over her shoulder at her daughter, but the young woman had an impish grin on her face.
"Oh no, I'm not missing this chance." Elysia said with a cheeky twinkle in her eye for her Weyrsecond mother, the access to see what it's like when sitting with the Leaders of the Weyr, what goes down during an event like this that's different from anyone elses. Curiosity always got the best of Elys and she wanted to experience it for herself, so why not now?
Ay'li gave a small shake of her head as they approached. "Mind your manners young lady, and you can stay." The brownrider said under her breath, though she was all smiles for anyone to notice them nearing.
"Yes mother." Elle teased back, clasping her hands demurely behind her back. Don't we always?
The blue chimed in, causing the girls' lips to curl mischievously.
The Weyrsecond looked to R'sin first, greeting him with a nod of acknowledgement. "Pardon my tardiness, my daughter decided to surprise me this morning as well as the eggs. I hope you don't mind if she joins us?" Ay'li asked, a quick glance to the others before gesturing for Elys to take a seat once it seemed okay.
The bluerider promptly chose to climb up a tier and sat closer to a fellow wingrider amongst the heavy knots, though it looked liked the brownrider was quite involved with the Weyrwoman Second the way their hands were twined and rest on his thigh. A sly smirk was given to H'tai then, as Elys took her seat beside him. "Morning to ya." The young woman said with a nod of her head and the smile extended to the goldrider at his side. "And a lovely morning to you m'lady." Elys added congenially, to which Safryn smiled in return and wished a good morning as well.
"Eavan, you look as lovely as ever, even in these awful morning hours, you are a ray of sunshine." The brownrider complimented the Weyrwoman with a charming smile, and mossy green eyes traveled to the man at her side, the ever steady Ar'vis. Her old Wingleader was a Weyrholder now, and she hoped it was everything he'd wanted it to be, the title and prestige he'd worked so hard for. "Ar'vis, it's good to see you again. I hope you're staying until the Feast at least, I'd love to hear more about how things are going in Evanoria." Ay'li said with a smile for the bronzerider, one she'd hoped was still an old friend of sorts.
"And good morning my lady Rhianwen." The femme brownrider added with a nod of acquiesce for the weyrling goldrider. "I hope the rest of your day is as joyous as this event." Ay'li added and gave the young woman a smile. She wasn't sure how much she'd be working with the woman when she was graduated, but it was always best to compliment and create good impressions whenever possible. Another greeting was given to the redheaded beauty that was the Weyrwoman second and her companion, before the femme brownrider felt comfortable enough to relax now that pleasantries had been taken care of. Her eyes flickered to the Hatching then, noting the two discarded shells now, so it was best she pay closer attention to this new group of weyrlings.
A bronze and blue so far...Now please, focus, I want to see them hatch, not just hear about them.
The brown informed her before scolding her, and Ay'li would swear that she could hear Elys chuckle softly behind her.
Shortly after the dark blue had made his choice among the candidates, all eyes turned back to the wobbling egg only to see that another had begun to crack while they were looking away. The splinters were faint, but the egg was shaking quite actively while the hatchling inside struggled against it's shell. Slowly but surely, the cracks darkened along the pale shell, widening and webbing out further and further over the surface. The egg shook with a fervor now, so close, the hatchling could feel the shell starting to give way, any one of these kicks and pushes could be the last one!
The sound echoed in the cavern as all eyes trained on the shaking egg and watched as the top half nearly exploded away from the hatchling within, revealing a vivid green set of legs flailing in the air, all four legs clearly used to push against the confines of her shell. The moment she was free however, the flailing stopped and the hatchling began to work on turning herself right side up, rolling in the bottom half of the shell until her feet were under her. The wobble of the rounded shell wasn't helping though, and the green dragonet gave an annoyed huff at the offending motion and deciding to take a step out of it onto more stable ground instead. The moment she stepped onto the sands and her feet firmly under her, the little green exuded such confidence in herself, holding herself proudly as she fanned those marbled wings wide and took a good look around the cavern.
There. That's better.
The small green dragonet warbled as she glanced around, and her gaze settled on the rows of white robed people standing before her. I feel that I have to choose one of you...But which of you would be worthy enough for me?
The hatchling said with a snort and pawed at the sand under her foot. There was a slight toss of her head to look upwards to the large gold and bronze that looked on, and for a moment the little green wished that she could just choose one of them, because she knew they were worthy of her love, but she felt the pull of something else calling out to her.
Before the hatchling could move those, the egg nearest to her gave a wobble and then sharp tapping could be heard coming from inside. Curious, the green youngling crept toward the egg, listening closer, though the egg continued to rock in it's wallow, a crack appearing on the side hidden from the green. The dragonet gave a sniff to the egg, daring to scoot even closer until one of the kicks from within bumped the egg right into her snout. How dare you!
Accosted, the green snorted and huffed as she shook her head, and then growled at the offending egg and sibling within. With another huff, the youngling batted at the shell before her, knowing she wouldn't do that much damage, but would at least fulfill that need to retaliate, so she knocked at the shell and gave another growl.
The hatchling within the shell though, chirruped back at her, the sound of the knock encouraging and the egg began to shake in earnest now, the crack spreading and webbing until finally even the green could see the signs. Quickly taking a few steps back, the dragonet was just able to scramble far enough away that when the shell came crumbling apart, she was free of the debris. The eager hatchling kicked a wide hole in to the shell first, and then the rest came falling down around him until there was nothing left but shards and a starkly colored blue dragonet standing in it's place.
came the babes first cry, already starting to walk toward the marbled green on wobbly feet. It is good to see you sister. You are very pretty indeed, I thought you would be.
The mostly pale blue continued as he strode forward to nuzzle his sibling, but the little green kept edging just a little further out of reach until he stumbled over of bright blue feet and tripped on the sands. He didn't seem distressed though and instead just picked himself back up again, though he took a moment to stand there and make sure everything was working proper again. Such a contrast of colors marked his hide, from the deep blue wings that lightened toward the starkly pale, nearly white, body of the blue, the same blend of colors apparent on his head as well, and each of his points bathed in brilliant blue. Perhaps the most striking features were the stripes down his side though, standing out against an otherwise flawlessly pale hide.
I'm okay...nothing hurts.
The blue said, glancing up to assure his marbled sibling.
I didn't ask.
She retorted, snorting softly once more, though she'd lingered just long enough to make sure he was okay, before turning tail toward the candidates. I've already wasted enough time...
I'll come with you! I need to find Mine too, so we can go together!
The young blue cried, bounding after his sister and trilling happily as he looked over the rows of people in white robes, all the potentials just for them.
I don't need help.
I didn't say you did.
I'm not helping you either.
I haven't asked for it.
Instead of responding, the green just huffed at her blue brother and looked ahead to the candidates, trying to ignore him now as she looked over the first few potentials she encountered. None of them seemed to match up to her expectations though and she brushed past them with an annoyed grumble, though the young blue that followed was much more polite as he too walked past them, apologizing for his sisters' behavior.
The marbled green stopped in front of a young woman, and gave Finn
a rather scrutinizing look, even leaned in closer for a sniff of the robe and sat back on her haunches for a moment of thought. Behind her, the blue dragonet ruffled his wings in anticipation, hoping that maybe he'd get to watch his sister Impress before he found his own. Yet, at the last moment, the green rose up once more and stalked away, slapping her tail against the woman's thigh.
If she doesn't have what it takes, I doubt any of you do.
She doesn't mean that. You're all wonderful.
I do mean it...Most of them are too stupid for their own good.
The green continued, moving through the candidates with no hesitation to talk about them as if they weren't there. Watch this.
The dragonet added before suddenly stepping down right onto a bare foot, searing it into the hot sands while claws dug into the soft skin. The candidate cried out, and the green hatchling moved on, the point made and damage done. See? Didn't even get out of the way.
The youngling snorted as she carried on, leaving her blue brother to tend to the fallen candidate.
You are not stupid like she says, you didn't move because you saw me, I know why.
The little blue crooned to the young man, nosing up against him gently and offering to help steady him and take the weight off the injured foot. I am sorry she hurt you, she should not have done that. My sister does not love you like I do, I will never hurt you. Your Violath loves you very much.
The stark blue crooned again, looking upon the man with the rainbow facets of Impression, letting his sister find her chosen on her own because he had found his.
The Loving Viola Weyrling
-:- Impressed to -:-
-:- Color Codes -:-
-:- Personality -:-
Loving, Free-Thinking, Flexible, Indulgent, Sharing
-:- Final Size -:-
It didn't take much longer after that episode that the green hatchling seemed to have found someone to be interested in. There was a moment or two of pushing and pulling at the potential mind, checking for flaws and seemingly finding none for the vivid hatchling finally showed an ounce of affection as she nudged into her chosens' leg. If I really have to chose someone...I choose you. Now come along, I'm hungry and you must feed your Epipreth before I get even more angry.
The green conceded, taking the white robe between her teeth and tugging on her newly bonded to do exactly as she said, and feed her.
The Devil's Ivy Weyrling
-:- Impressed to -:-
-:- Color Codes -:-
-:- Personality -:-
Survivor, Adaptable, Sincere, Tough, Argumentative
-:- Final Size -:-
NPC Newly Impressed - Minor fracture and lacerations