When the Stars Align {77th Dragon Hatching - PC}

A large natural cavern found by the initial expedition. It has been cleared out and filled with sand. Naturally flowing hotspring pools inside the cavern keeps this cavern warm enough for dragon eggs, but also makes it very humid with all the steam from the hotspring waters.
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Fri Nov 08, 2019 5:02 pm

Mid-Autumn, early night

Lamiath was by no means a first time mother. But it had been a long while since she had clutched, so while the Queen spent her time after her flight allowing her chosen mate to dote on her(alright, slightly forcing him to, the poor boy), Keket spent the time watching her gold closely for signs of her becoming egg heavy. The Gold had had clutches where she seemed to explode overnight with eggs, and other's where she barely showed anything until she called Keket to the Sands, and was laying. And this was honestly her first clutch on her home sands, so to speak. Keket had transferred North right after graduatiing basically, and Lamiath's first round of babies happened in the North.

As mid-Autumn approached, Lamiath was indeed betraying her precious cargo, though. Keket could just manage to feel slight orbs inside her dragoness' bulk, though she wasn't visibly bursting either. Lamiath was an oddly thoughtful mother to her eggs, even as she demanded the absolute best for them. Days before laying, Lamiath would spend in the Sands, raking and shaping and preening the entire area for just the right spot to lay. And once chosen, that area had to be sifted, cleaned again and again. The sand had to be the exact right temperature, the exact right consistency for her digging. Honestly, Keket generally ended up apologizing for her demanding dragon, and giving little gifts and tips in marks to the workers that always ended up having to appease the Queen's extravagant demands.

And when the day..or night, she should say, came...Keket, my rider, my love... The woman had already practically been living on the Sands with her dragon, but she still spent a good amount of time in her own rooms. And as it was getting later in the evening, she had already tucked her gold in, and was getting ready for bed herself when Lamiath called her. Keket could hear it in her dragon's voice. The woman hurriedly threw her clothes back on, and sprinted for the Sands.

Upon arrival, she saw Lamiath stretched out, her wings half up, tail curled sideways as she rumbled, her eyes whirling various swirls of red and blue. Keket went to the gold's massive wedge shaped head, and cradled her jaws, ”You have this, love...This isn't your first. You know exactly what to do.” Keket had learned, Lamiath seemed to respond more to her voice than her thoughts in these times. As they had before, the woman stood, cradling her dragon's head as she did what she was born to do.

After the first couple came out, each successful shell awarded a loving croon from the gold. Keket started the song with a hum, before the words curled out in the steamy cavern. It was a sort of lullaby, something that Lamiath often requested when she was feeling down, and ever since the first time Lamiath laid eggs, the woman had sung it to her dragon during clutching.

Neither female really knew exactly how long it took, but they held their positions, Keket singing the same thing over and over until Lamiath gently pulled her head up, and turned around to nose the twelve shells closer together, painstakingly sculpting the sand around them to half bury them in the warmth. Once the gold settled around them protectively, she let out a deep sigh. Mother and shells stared at each other a few moments, then Keket came over and smiled at the clutch. She wasn't surprised that there were twelve. It was a good number, and the father was after all a young brown. ”They are perfect.” And she meant it.

Did you expect anything less from me? The woman chuckled and shook her head, ”Of course not. Are you going to tell Vojorokoth? I'm sure he's anxious.” Lamiath had kept the brown a bit at arm's length the last few days, probably because she was getting closer, and she had never wanted the male on the sands while she actually laid. With an affirmative though, she sent the call out to the brown specifically, Your children are laid, Vojorokoth. You may join me at your convenience...Bring a snack.
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Fri Dec 06, 2019 7:36 am

Just as the sun is starting to set...
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Lamiath was tired. There was a restless air in the hatching grounds, one that came from her children. It kept her up at night, often caused her to wake up from the slightest shift in movement. For once though, they seemed calm enough, so much so that she had even sought to invite Vojorokoth into the cavern to spend some time with her. He had been a good enough brown, a suitable mate, young and eager to please her; so much so that when she decided she wanted a snack as the sun was setting, he had hurried off with promises of finding her the fattest wherry possible in the pens.

She folded her wings against her back, and as her lids started to droop, she could have sworn she heard a crack. In a flash, the gold's eyes were wide open, and she looked at her eggs in a suspicious manner. They were still, not a rock or wiggle to them. And yet... She got up from her mound and went to inspect them, all but certain one of them would bear the all telling markings of being ready to hatch. She nosed one, then another, rolled one over, and satisfied with what she was seeing, she decided to return to her place only to hear that crack again.

She growled, the poor cranky beast that she was, and turned back, and there it was, wiggling in the sands, and immediately her throat started to vibrate with the beginnings of her mother's song. Yes, it was time, and for now, her tiredness was forgotten. She started to arrange her eggs as carefully as possible, spreading them out to give them each room for when they hatched, and caressing them all with a wing or cheek before calling for the Weyr to come to the grounds; they needed to be on hand to bask in the glory that would be the most beautiful of dragonets.

It is time, Atricians! Come and see that which I have chosen to give you. Candidates, hurry. My children deserve no less than your prompt attention. Shortly after, Vojorokoth returned, the beast he'd selected for her forgotten, but it was clear he'd been eager to be the first to enter the sands. He crooned and made his way over to her to nuzzle against her before finding a proper perch. He knew better than to be in the way, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it - but it was probably for the best. For now, she had to be on hand to witness the arrival of the twelve precious beings that were in those eggs, and she would not be deterred from that duty.

Soon the candidates started to file on the sands, each bowing before the queen and her eggs before taking their places in no order at all, each just as eager as the other to see what was inside - would today be the day for them, or would they end up having to wait until the next dragon clutch, whenever that might be?
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Fri Dec 06, 2019 7:55 am

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Merinna had just lain her head on her pillow for a short rest when she heard the call from Lamiath. She sat bolt upright, wondering if she had dreamed it; but no... around the Barracks she could hear other Candidates and they all seemed to have heard what she had. Lamiath had called them all to the Hatching Sands. The girl moved as quickly as she could to pull her robe on, looked in the mirror as she ran a brush through her hair and pulled it back in tidy order and shifted any wrinkles in her uniform. Her firelizards she sent to her Aunty Syra's room... just in case she Impressed. They'd been thoroughly warned that they'd need to stay there if a baby chose her and it seemed that they had understood after a long time convincing them that they could come back to her when the dragon was old enough. Yes, prompt was good but appearances might matter to a vain and beautiful gold. After a few quick swipes to touch up her 'natural' makeup look, the young girl was rushing to the Hatching Sands looking several turns older than her 12 turns.

Her progress, while as quick as she could be, was still slower than others. Her stitches had been removed and her leg was considered healed but there was still physical therapy to do to get back to her natural gait. Merinna only noted her forgetting of her cane at the moment she entered the Hatching Sands and took in the beauty that was the mother dragon and the hatching hum. The sound raised goosebumps on her skin with the etherealness of it all. So. This was what it was like to be a part of the hopeful Candidates waiting for the huge eggs to crack and reveal their contents. Taking deep breaths, Merinna compartmentalized her nerves and fears as she waited for her turn to bow to the Queen.

She'd met her before, not long after the clutch had been lain, and that had been the day that she truly accepted her place as a Candidate... for herself, not for her brother. The talking to from the Candidatemaster had been more than worth it in the end. Being from a Hold she hadn't known the rule of not visiting the Sands; luckily for her she had stopped and asked permission before entering so she hadn't really been punished. Merinna had taken it in stride, so to speak, understanding the reasoning but... not sorry that she had visited. Not when it had been such a big milestone in her life.

Finally it was her turn. Merinna stepped up, easily one of the smaller Candidates, and bowed deeply (if a bit wobbly) to Lamiath, "Thank you for everything, Lamiath. I appreciate you allowing me a chance to Impress one of your children. I'll make you, myself, and everyone else proud." In truth, she had a secret love for the gold that had resulted from her permitting her to visit that day, so many sevendays ago. When she was the young girl moved to stand before the eggs... one of the first to arrive, but perhaps one of the loneliest ones there.

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Fri Dec 06, 2019 4:33 pm

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The Goldrider had not been straying far form her dragon of late. Between how close the eggs were getting, and how tired and cranky Lamiath was being because of it, the woman had made a habit of being nearby. So she saw when Lamiath got up, and adjusted the eggs, inspecting them. She could feel the gold's exhaustion through their bond, and was glad she was going to let herself get some rest. But then a soft sound broke the quiet as the gold's eyes closed. Lamiath's reaction mirroed Keket's as the woman walked closer, eyeing each shell suspiciously as the gold turned them.

Then the soft hum started, Lamiath's throat vibrating as the sound grew in pitch until it practically could be felt through the very rock around them. It was starting! With a proud grin, she went to Lamiath's head and gave her gold a soft kiss and pet before she went to the sidelines. It would not take long for people and dragons to arrive, Hatching's always seemed to happen to swiftly.
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Hatchings were obviously a huge deal at the Weyr. And understandably so. New lives coming into the world, finding their partner, a being that literally shared your mind. Hrava wasn't sure how she felt about that part. Her sister had tried explaining it, the woman had met Chinolth, and it was clear the dragon had more intelligence than Hrava had originally thought. But still, sharing one's mind so deeply, that secrets were nearly impossible if you weren't wary enough...It was a foreign consideration for the ex-brothel owner, where her secrets had been her power.

When the humming came, it took her a moment to register what it was too. It was nearly more felt than heard. The dining hall where she had been loitering erupted into activity, and then the queen's voice reverberrated through her mind, and the woman had to sit a moment. The weight of the gold's voice was far beyond what she had experienced from her sister's blue. From the expressions of the other people around her, it at least appeared she was not the only one slightly stunned. But activity recovered swiftly, and people started heading for the Sands. For a moment, Hrava was going to sit this one out. She had watched the previous Hatching, it had been exciting, and honestly fascinating. But then her own curiosity got the better of her, and she stood.

Heading into the Stands, she glanced around for the familiar face of her sister before taking a seat. She didn't see the bluerider yet, and she might not, but for now she was seated not too far up from the eggs and the protective mother, and smiled a bit at her view. If she spotted Na'vi, she might move, but for now, at least she had a good vantage point.
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One of Fanciol's favorite things about the Weyr was the food. The man could often be found in the dining hall, not necessarily stuffing himself silly, but the quality was beyond anything he'd had before. Even when he was in the Lord's home, the slaves just got scraps and leftovers. Just sitting in the room, basking in the smells as he dragged his plate out, eating a bit at a time and just relaxing...it was one of his favorite things to do since becoming a Candidate.

So when the announcement came(that was an odd sensation in itself, really), the young man realized quick he would have to hurry. Taking his mostly finished plate to the dish area, he made a quick dash for the barracks, and the white robes kept there. He kept an eye out for Prythe, even if just to offer her an encouraging grin before he put his own robes on and headed for the Sands.

Filing in with the rest of the Candidate's, he bowed low to Lamiath before taking up a spot near the eggs. There was visible movement, though he didn't quite see any cracks yet. That didn't mean they weren't there, of course. As he stood, surrounded by the heat and the music coming from the dragon's throat's, he was caught up in the excitement.
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Fri Dec 06, 2019 7:34 pm

In the excitement of candidacy and adjusting to his new daily routine, Imero had noticed that he'd let his dancing practice fall apart. Sure he practiced occasionally but the weyr library and records had been a gold mine of information on dragonriding and stories and legends and well... Imero had been gobbling the information up and he loved his lessons. As a result he had to regular work out schedule. That was about to change though. He'd gotten his hands on a journal and had made a small calendar to remind him of workouts and other important things and he could check them off to be safe.

So it was part way through his foot placement practice that Lamiath's call went out to the weyr. It was time? It was time! This wasn't Imero's first clutch, more like his third or fourth so he should be used to the unexpected calls. It still managed to catch him a tad off guard though, but that was part of the fun. The rush of adrenaline as one raced to get their robes and the fast beating of their heart as the stood in front of the shaking eggs was like no other feeling. The books Imero had read were close to the real thing but just not quite, the excitement in the air just couldn't be properly captured in words.

Soon enough, Imero stood in line at the edge of the sands, heart in his throat. He bowed to Lamiath, and milled around the other candidates until he found a spot for himself. Imero's eyes quickly narrowed in on the eggs after that. None had broken open, and he didn't see any visible cracks but the eggs were moving so it wouldn't be long. Just what would hatch first? With a brown father, perhaps a brown? A bronze would be less likely. If not a brown, he would bank on it being a zultanite or possibly a pewter?
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Rhaissing was working on a special project in the tent assigned to him upon his arrival in New Atricis along with the other Walled Hold refugees. Eventually he hoped to find more private accommodations but for now this was the only place available. Night was fast approaching and he wanted to mix the herbs he had gathered not far from the Weyr and hide them before his tent mate returned.

Just as he as sealing the vial he put the finished product in he heard the humming of dragons. He nearly dropped the vial when he felt an alien presence in his mind, calling him to a Hatching. Cursing under his breath and giving his head a shake to break off the lingering disorientation of being spoken to by a dragon, Rhaissing quickly put the vial in a sack and hide in in the ground underneath the tent. He pushed his bedroll over top and stood up. All ready he could hear the sound of many feet moving about and excited voices. A dragon hatching, something he had never been around a Weyr before to witness.

Stepping out of the tent he glanced towards the Hatching Sands where most people seemed to be heading and decided he might as well go watch. He couldn't quite hide the eager grin that appeared on his face, not completely immune to a foolish hope to Impress such a fine beast. Rhaissing had never considered trying to become a Candidate, not wanting anything to do with dragonriders and their air of superiority over everybody else, especially those who allowed his own father to be tortured and murdered solely because he was protecting what was theirs.

Putting his hands into his pockets, he joined the general flow of people heading to the Hatching and picked his way up into the Stands. He sat somewhere he hoped to get a decent view of the Hatching. Rhaissing might as well take this opportunity to witness a hatching and see if anything could be used to his advantage later on. He didn't pay much attention to the people he sat near, instead gazing at just how large the gold upon the sands was. He had seen plenty of smaller dragons but he hadn't been this close to a gold before. A shame they only Impressed to females...such a large creature would make getting revenge so much easier.
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Oly was out helping the beast crafters to repair one of the fences that needed to be rewired. Helping the beast crafters was one of their more favorite chores to do and the crafters were generally pretty happy to have their extra hands helping. With winter just around the corner, it was important to get the fences mended. All of them were about done with the last section when a loud humming could be heard and the voice of Lamiath entered Oly's head. "That's my cue, boys. I'll catch you later," They said with a crooked smile before running off toward the barracks.

Already they were stripping off their shirt to throw the robe over, but that was all they bothered with in order to get to the hatching ground faster. Already, the stands were getting as packed as the sands were. Oly found a spot to stand and nodded to the candidates on either side of them.

Their eyes then looked up in the stands to see if they could see any of their family. Their father was quite easy to spy since the man always made sure to make it very obvious where he was in the stands whenever one of his children was standing. It wasn't hard to spot him and the way he was waving happily. Oly waved back to him and then searched for R'vin or any of his sisters. While a deep part of them hoped this would be the time they'd impress...it wasn't a guarantee.
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It seemed such a short time since the last time Arden had been left standing, and she had no particular optimism that this time would be any different. She did well in lessons, completed all the tasks assigned to her without complaint, carried herself proudly, constantly aware that her behavior reflected on her remaining surviving family.

But noone here knew anything about her family, about her shame over her father's drunken destruction of the family home, with several deaths. Living with her brother-in-law she had heard whispered comments pretty frequently but here in the Weyr? No one said anything. She forgot sometimes why it was so important to Impress a dragon that would be respected by those holders, to improve her sister's life.

She worried sometimes that after she did Impress she wouldn't even care about the way her sister was treated, about the whispers back there. It wasn't as if they could affect Arden directly anymore. And she owed her sister more concern than that. At least someone did.

When Lamiath called out to the Weyr, Arden took a deep breath to steady herself. Getting into her robe was routine at this point. All of it was routine, including her failures. She couldn't even make friends, because she was so stiff from constantly worrying about how her behavior reflected on her sister . . .

She followed the other candidates to the Hatching Sands, bowed almost mechanically as so many of them did. It wasn't disrespect for the queen or her clutch that had Arden feeling a little distant emotionally; she was just emotionally distant from everything. Maybe she had been for a long time.

There were so many new candidates this time, or perhaps she just hadn't been paying attention. That very young and eager dark-haired girl - though Arden wasn't certain how much younger precisely - she was sure the girl had not stood at Atricis in the past, though. She looked vaguely around for anyone else she knew, but her few acquaintances from previous clutches had all Impressed.

She didn't look up into the stands. Vin'del wouldn't be here yet, though she was sure he would make it. No one else in the family would be able to - too much work to do to keep dropping everything each time she was left unwanted.

Arden went to stand near the dark haired girl, pasting a warm smile on her face. "This is your first time here, isn't it?" she asked, trying to project confidence that she didn't have. "I don't think I've seen you on the sands at previous hatchings. I'm Arden."

At this point, it was no longer surprising to Derris that he was being dragged to the Hatching under one pretext or another. He - hadn't hated seeing the last one as much as he expected. That wasn't to say it was pleasant, but seeing all those happy new pairings had reached him just as much as it did anyone else. He had remembered Ialath's hatching, and been unable to hate himself for being there, when someone better could have Impressed the perfect little brown. Even if so many things had gone wrong, when he Impressed, he had been the perfect person for Ialath, exactly who the brown had needed.

But here he was - this time in the stands - apparently this was supposed to help him come to some sort of peace? Seeing the hatchlings meet and form bonds? Though he had to admit seeing the way that some odd pairings and strange colors were celebrated made it hard to him to express the reasons behind his own self-loathing. He hadn't gotten rid of it by any means, but he found himself biting it back when he wanted to say something.

He supposed there were worse things he could be doing than sitting up here watching people begin something new. Like work on rebuilding the callouses on his fingertips with that little harp - he almost enjoyed the music, but it hurt after he was done. He tried to pretend, at least to himself, that he wasn't watching the children on the hot sands, but he saw the candidates straggling in, the excited and resigned faces. He wanted to tell both sets that Impressing today wouldn't guarantee everything would be perfect. But he doubted that would stop anyone. It wouldn't have stopped him.
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Sat Dec 07, 2019 4:32 am

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The day had worn Jaistan down enough that he was looking forward to spending a few quiet moments with Tessi before bunking down for the night. The young green was steadily growing and needed a good bit of oiling these days and Jay welcomed the bonding time with his friend. The Harper boy had gathered his tools when Tessitura began to hum in a familiar tone. Blinking his brown eyes, Jaistan took up the tune himself as the Queen mother spoke to the Weyr at large.

A bittersweet smile came to Jaistan's face then as he settled the green into her basket. "Tessi, I have to go, little love. You'll need to stay here until I get back. I'm sorry that your oiling was cut short today," Jace said with a fond pat to Tessi's head. A sad trill left the green as she watched her friend change clothes once more. "Don't be like that, Tess. I'll be back as soon as I can. You know you can't be on the Sands with me little girl. You don't want to be a snack for the little dragons do you?" He teased with a friendly smile stretching his features.

Already feeling better about the night, Jace gave his green a jaunty wave before he left his bunk to join the other candidates. The trip the hatching cavern wasn't as long this time nor unfamiliar as it had been for his first hatching. With a familiar flourished bow, Jace greeted the parents. It wasn't until he moved to join the line of hopefuls that his gait faltered slightly.

A memory of the sharp pains that had torn through his leg the last time he had stood here caused a hissed breath to whistle past his teeth. After he turned towards the eggs again, Jace took a moment to stoop over and rub at his healing scars under his robe. For a brief moment Jaistan feared that he would receive a new set of scars to match.

His heart beat faster with fear and a thought flickered past the forefront of his mind: Was it too late to back out and step down? The doubt and fear flickered across his features and Jace dropped his gaze to focus on the ground. Trying to gather his thoughts and courage once more, Jace began to hum along with the dragons. Focusing on the greeting, Jay let his fears slip away the best he could.
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Sat Dec 07, 2019 8:17 am

Though the sun had only just begun to set when the call went out, it wouldn't be long at all after that for the sky outside the cavern to turn dark. Already, some of the earlier rising Wherhandlers were waking, even without the disruption of the hatching calls and hums from the dragons ringing through the Weyr. It seemed as if the clutch would wait as well, as while many of the small clutch rocked in their sandy nest protected by their mother, none cracked yet. It gave plenty of time for onlookers to arrive and settle, and for Candidates to enter the sands and stew for a while in their thoughts and nerves. Perhaps they would be calmer when the first egg hatched, or perhaps all the more nervous for having had to wait.

When it almost seemed the shells might not really hatch until the sun was gone, rays of golden light still streaking along the horizon and clinging to the far western skies, a few of the eggs began to crack. It almost seemed as if several might hatch all at once, giving a lot to look at the same time. The cavern filled with energy at all the sounds of crackling and wiggling of shells. However, then a short lull passed over the eggs, just for a moment, before one of them cracked open.

It was a full head that emerged all at once, whipping out of the shell where the hatchling had been pressing against from the inside, weakening the spot so that it gave way, making her head pop out all at once to reveal a multi-toned green and speckled head of a darling little green.

Some believed Green first to be a bad omen, but not everyone believed in such silly superstitions. A dragon was a dragon after all, and she appeared healthy as she opened her large hatchling eyes and looked around a moment.

So biiiiiiig! She announced with glee, craning her neck and head up so she could see just how big it all was. Before she could figure that out though, she clearly didn't notice her obvious tipping, until her and the rest of her shell she was still sitting in both fell over. She let out a loud surprised squawk, and her shell around her broke into pieces, the shell beneath her shattered to bits, the part overtop her broken into several large pieces that she flicked away with her baby wings and fat little tail.

Oof! Didn't expect that. I'm up now! Hm? What's that over there? She said as she got to her feet for the first time, wobbling on her little legs, but somehow barely taking notice of how new and unsteady they were, her head swiveling around, almost looking like a dog with its ears perked despite not having any ears.

She paused her look toward the candidates for only a moment as a neighboring egg beside her rocked and she flicked her tongue at it.

You'll be out soon too! And then we can play and see all there is out here and... oh wait, I'm supposed to be doing something... yes... yes... I feel them... Whether she was actually conversing with her clutchsibling still in the egg or not was a mystery, but either way, she got distracted, then remembered almost as quickly what she was supposed to do now. Toward the candidates she went, and it seemed despite her airy hatchling nature, she knew who she was seeking out.

Is it... you? Oh! I think so, yes indeed. Your Matchath is so very hungry, can we go eat now? She bonded quickly, leaving many quickly a little disappointed, but at least she didn't draw out any hope for anyone or cause any upset on the sands. Hatched and done, ready to be led away and fed, a splendid first hatchling for any clutch.
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-:- Impressed to -:-
??? (Adoptable)
-:- Personality -:-
Absentminded, Whimsical, Provocative, Forgiving, Outgoing
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#6e902f], #94a94b, #A1B563, #b7c38d, #c9d7ad
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29 ft.
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Insists four is a lucky number and anything grouped in fours is a good thing by her standards
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