Spectacular Beyond Measure (13th Daywher Hatching)

Built among the day wherhandler cabins, this pavilion is exclusively for the caring of day wher clutches. The pavilion isn't really that large, being large enough for a day wher and its clutch of eggs, so candidate technically stand outside of the pavilion.
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Mon Jun 17, 2019 4:52 am

In the months since Dolly’s Run, everyone had been keeping an eye on her. In fact, Inakil felt the candidates watched her day to day more closely than he did, much to his amusement. He couldn’t blame for their eagerness though, as it had been some time since the last Daywher Hatching, and some had been waiting for a while. In the beginning, Inakil and Dolcekil had kept up with their usual duties, until one day, Inakil looked at Dolly, and was certain she was growing egg heavy, she was already getting a bit fatter than usual, and a rope around the belly proved that. Then they were removed from creche guard duties for the sake of Dolcekil, as each passing day she grew bigger, with Inakil measuring her with a ropeeach day to see how she grew.

”Shells, Dolly, you’re getting bigger fast, I don’t think you’ve ever been this big,” Inakil said with clear excitement in his tone after measuring her once again. It was true, she was bigger than ever before, which was Impressive as her clutches always in the past seemed to be larger than other females, even when they had another Rose clutch, Dolly’s clutches were always bigger with more viable eggs.

Because of her roundness though, she was even more ungraceful than in the past. She waddled with quite the silly gait as she lumbered around the Weyr, and honestly, she had to have other Daywhers hunt and bring her kills for her in order to eat. Luckily the pack was more than willing to help her, especially the other caretakers, so she wasn’t without food or aid from her fellows. Meanwhile, Inakil busied his days with various small work he could do without Dolly, sometimes even helping with the Daywher portions of the archives to make sure they were up to date.

Then caretakers started building a nest. The time was coming soon, Inakil noted as the caretakers gathered leaves and arranged hay that was provided. The final warning came when Dolcekil herself started to inspect the nest made, sniffing at it, scratching at a spot here and there, moving a few leaves over there instead. She fretted over the nest for a day. Inakil knew that the eggs would be coming the following day.

In fact, he was woken before the sun had even risen, with Dolcekil reaching out to him for support as she always did. She was laying her eggs, and she wanted her dear to be here. So Inakil got up, yawning as he threw something quick on and snuck out of his space with Naji, letting him know the eggs were coming if he woke then slipped out into the dark early morning. It was hard ot see, so he brought a glowbasket with him, leaving it covered so as not to disturb any whers still out before he got to the egg pavilion. Once there, he set the basket down near Dolly’s nest and climbed into it with her to cradle her snout and pet her.

It was a long process for her this time, but as with many Dragonkin it wasn’t the worst either. Personally, Inakil was suspicious Dragonkin had birthing much easier than human women did, but even so, Dolcekil had quite a few to lay it seemed. He didn’t peek at the clutch though, not until she was finished, when the sun was up, the whers long since in their dens, and the daywhers rising to come see the new clutch as well.

”Good job as always my dear,” he praised her, patting her head and snouth and scratching her behind the ears with a hearty scratch that made her close her eyes and croon happily but tiredly. Then he shuffled his legs out from underneath her head and went to count.

”By the shell, Dolly, you have a full fourteen viable eggs here,” he announced in excitement through his own tiredness, ignoring the few little flat or wrinkled eggs that showed unfertilized. Those would be removed later, while the round, glistening shells with healthy greenish color that would harden and turn creamy in color would remain. A full 14, the biggest clutch they had seen so far after so many turns. He gave her another scratch before she inspected the eggs, arranged them, then passed off egg duty to one of the Bloods so she could go eat now, starving now that her stomach was empty and she looked hilariously skinny after looking so round.

*I feel this will be a spectacular clutch.* She remarked, looking back at her newly laid eggs being warmed and safeguarded by another caretaker daywher, before padding off to go find herself a meal that was already waiting for her thanks to some of the hunters.
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A full fourteen eggs, that was how many Dolcekil had clutched sevendays before, and how many left hardening after the non-fertilized eggs had been removed from the nest. For sevendays the caretakers of the pack took shifts to watch and keep the eggs warm, with Dolcekil taking extra shifts as was normal for a mother Rose to do when she had a clutch of her own growing. The clutch did well as it hardened over the sevendays, stirring up excitement among the pack and especially many of the Candidates.

Days were counted that turned into sevendays, the clutch hardened until it came time that any day now, any day would be the day. Plenty snuck their peeks at the clutch resting in the hatching pavilion in those days of anticipation, each one hoping to be the first to see a wiggle. None were so lucky though, as the days stretched on a little longer, and soon, it was early evening, with the sun beginning to dip on the horizon and cast the Weyr in the early sunset colors.

*Dolcekil, an egg has moved. I believe it will be soon that they will begin to hatch.* The Blood on watch for the eggs that evening called to her first out of respect, not feeling it was pressing to call the whole pack just yet, giving Dolly the chance to get to the pavilion before too many others had caught on and begun to arrive.

The blood on duty relented his position to the Rose mother who looked over her eggs and sniffed at the shells. True to the Blood’s word, eggs moved, with wiggles and twitches. Yes, time was upon them, and no surfaces had cracked yet. There would be plenty of time to gather the pack and the hopefuls.

*The clutch is soon to hatch. Spread the word!* Dolcekil told the Blood with her and any daywher in the pack within her range. From there word spread quickly, from Daywher to Handler, to Weyrfolk and Candidates. The pack spread the news with efficiency, and in the evening of the Weyr, a portion of its people were sprung into action. Candidates sprinted to their barracks to get their uniforms on, while Candidatemaster and Assistants tried to wrangle together any candidates not accounted for. Members of the Pack gathered around the pavilion quickly, with front row privileges relinquished to the sire of the clutch, the Alphas, and the candidates as they arrived.

There sat Dolcekil beside her clutch, chest and stance filled with pride with her young before they had even hatched. They would all be perfect, she knew that, and her handler nearby her assured her this would be a hatching to enjoy.
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It was nearing sunset when he heard them growing agitated. Something was in the air, and Sal had to wonder if it meant the eggs were nearing their time of hatching. He glanced around him and decided to scrub out of the infirmary early just in case, knowing if it was about time to go to the sands, he wanted to make sure he was in a decent enough spot, not that it really mattered. His head was going to be on fire either way, it was burning as it was, it wasn't going to get any better by the time the hatching was over with.

He headed for the barracks and that's when Dolcekil's voice filtered through, and he gave himself a nod, knowing he'd made the right decision. Grabbing his uniform, he made sure to clean up just a little bit more, wanting to present himself properly to the mother daywher, and after he was dressed and looked to be in his best shape, he headed for the sands, not sure if he'd actually get there before anyone else or not.

As he got closer, the voices chirped and chimed in his mind, growing louder with each footstep, and he actually contemplated turning around and not even bothering with the hatching itself. It burned, it hurt, and it was just the beginning. He hoped Nixie would be there, to try and ease some of the pain, though she would only be a surface anchor and not be able to take away much - a distraction, if anything, and nothing he could focus on for long periods of time.

Once arrived, he bowed before the rose, looked over her eggs, and despite the ache as daywhers neared, he smiled at her. "It is a delightful eve for your eggs to hatch, and your children to enter this world. May they bond or choose their lives freely as they wish this day, dear mother." With that said, he took his place on the sands, and hoped that his friend would be there soon; in the meantime, he just rubbed his temples and focused on the eggs, certain he could hear them too.



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Daywher hatchings weren't typically known for bearing injuries, but even so Kolyat had been asked to attend as a healer on duty just in case something did happen. It wasn't unheard of - he had seen it take place from time to time so he knew it could happen - and so he made sure to dress in comfortable wear and boots, had a kit with him, and found a place on the daywher's sands where he would be out of the way but still able to see what was taking place; in other words, he was with the other healers in attendance.

He'd said his greetings to the daywher mother and her handler, and now was just watching as daywhers, candidates, and guests alike arrived to watch as the latest batch of eggs hatched. A slight smile graced his face, only to be replaced with a slight frown a moment later. Sometimes he really disliked being on duty during hatchings, if only because it meant being unable to bring his sister to them, and he knew how much she liked watching the babies hatch. Maybe next one, he noted, before adjusting the kit on his hip; there was always next time.
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Fri Jul 12, 2019 4:28 am

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The news of the upcoming hatching reached Tralexi by word of mouth instead of the intrusion of another's mind against her own as it would for a dragon's clutch. The change in announcement brought a bright smile to the girl's face as she began her way towards her barracks and the change in clothes. For days now the new outfit had been set aside with the hope of donning it soon. That hope was a new experience for the healer-girl but the longer she wore it the more comfortable Tralexi felt.

This evening, as the sunset painted the sky, marked the beginning of something. What exactly lay ahead of her, Lexi couldn't admit or dare to think about just yet. Still there was a twinkle in her eye and a bounce in her step that wasn't there a few months ago. Hope. Such a simple word that came to mean so much for the girl from Igen.

Once her clothes had been changed and her hair tied back in a simple tail, Lexi tried to convince Jac that he needed to find S'ian for the night. While her loyal friend was having troubles parting from her when she was this excited, the blue knew that Lexi didn't trust just anyone with her messages to her sibling.

A little later than she had wanted to be, Tralexi joined the other hopefuls at the pavilion. The small smile that had been playing on her face since the news broke grew into a face splitting expression as she took in the sight of the Mother filled with pride. Dropping into a simple bow, Lexi hoped that this night would be the hatch-day for the babies as amazing as the parents.

"Thank you for this chance," Tralexi whispered, letting her gaze travel over the shaking and shivering eggs. Hope. It wasn't an emotion she had experienced much over her turns but lately it was the biggest word she could pin on her thoughts and dreams. "Thank you," She whispered once more as her gaze drifted back towards the clutch-mother again.
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"The eggs! The eggs are hatching!" The crazy man running with arms flailing in theatrical announcements as he hurried to the barracks was Toross. His excited callings were not hard to miss for he wasn't being exactly subtle or quiet.

By some miracle he managed to miss several disasters waiting to happen, that would have normally sent him on his behind, during his travels through the weyr grounds. The outfit was a troublesome thing. Not because of its design but purely due to his hurried and clumsy attempts to change into them with uncoordinated speed.

In the silent company of his two pets who watched from a few nearby shoes he'd made into nests for them, Toross happily expounded upon the joys this day could bring to him. He'd be bonded and they would go on to do great things! If not great things maybe very important things. Maybe not important at all but at least he'd have bonded. He didn't doubt that he would be. Sure there was always that chance. He wasn't naive but he couldn't afford to consider that outcome. Not yet.

Finally managing to get his uniform on without too many moments of lost balance he gave his pets a broad smile and hurried out to the hatching pavilion. Arriving he threw his hands out and then dipped low in a theatrical bow and said with great feeling. "What a glorious day! And you the mother of all these sweet babies are gorgeous!" Turning his beaming smile to those that looked at him he took his place and fairly bounced on the balls of his feet. He was there. Time to get this party started!



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With the obvious excitement building in daywher and human and the interest shown in some of the dragons too, Elikos' curiosity was peaked. Sure he should have gone home first to check in with Locke but he trusted that Locke would know where he'd gone once the word spread. Word that he heard clearly as a weird maniac darted by proclaiming something about eggs hatching.

At a discreet distance, he followed. Arriving, he shifted his location to a spot as 'out of the way' and less likely to be noticed as he could manage. His good eye caught a brief glimpse of a few of the eggs. One of which seemed to have just moved. This raised his eyebrow and he settled down to watch.

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Fri Jul 12, 2019 5:31 am

He had been to countless wher hatchings while his beloved Caerusk was alive, starting with the one when the brown had hatched and his mother insisted the leatherworker with insomnia was a better match than any of the actual candidates. Caerusk had insisted on attending any hatching - even of a single small egg - that occurred when they were off duty.

He had attended every dragon hatching for turns, always hoping that this time he would see his brother Impress. Thanks to Soleius, Caerus had even seen a Pearl hatching.

How was this the first day wher hatching he would attend?

He knew that the clutch was quite large. Theoretically he had a good chance of being chosen. But he didn't know exactly what the wher mother had seen in him when she sent her brown hatchling his way. He had no idea if day whers would be interested in the same traits, really. It might not happen for him, this time or any.

This was not what he should be thinking about right now. But he had never known how candidates handled this heightened anticipation. It had been bad enough watching his own brother walk onto - and then, disappointed, off - the sands so many time. Now he would have an idea.

Several of the other candidates - all younger than him by quite a bit, Faranth help him - had beat him to the pavilion. Well, let them race ahead. He was still reaching the eggs before any of them hatched.

He bowed deeply, silently, to the rose mother of these eggs. All mothers deserved respect when welcoming their young into the world, after all. At least for dragonkin, whatever pain was involved in the process ended well before the joyful day.

Caerus moved to stand with the other candidates - one was rubbing his forehead as if he had already had a rough night, and then there were the young one who just looked so . . . excited. And young.

He still had plenty of turns left to share with any hatchling. He just had a lot more . . .
experience than anyone else here.

Oh well, it wouldn't kill him to wait for the next clutch.

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She really shouldn't have a favorite type of hatching. She loved them all, though it was nice when the hatchlings were as polite as this group, and appeared at a reasonable time of day. Watchwhers often hatched in the middle of the night, and frankly dragons managed that frequently enough as well.

It had occurred to Strimian that perhaps she would be less enthusiastic about watching every hatching at the Weyr if she had a child. Certainly, a few old aunties had shaken their heads about her childless state, and said she was just craving a baby.

She had enough of kids just from teaching them, thank you.

But hatchlings were so awe inspiring, even when they were kind of awkward and odd looking. But she was rarely able to see them as anything but beautiful.

Still, if daywher hatchings weren't her favorites precisely, there were several nice things about them in comparison to the other types. Not waking her from a dead sleep like watchwhers, that was good. Not drawing ridiculous crowds like the dragons, that was also nice. Pearl hatchings were nice, but involved so much travel. The energy here was hopeful, anticipatory, but not overwhelming. It was just so pleasant.

She pulled out her notes. Such a broad range of candidates, too. Young people, skilled crafters, that man who was pulling his life together. . . and quite a large clutch for a day wher.

This would be a lovely evening.
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This close to the eggs hatching, Salla was hard pressed to find herself far from the barracks, even time spent in the dining hall was kept short, eating quick, small meals before heading out as soon as she was allowed to return to hovering around the barracks. She had been waiting for this. She had been in the barracks since just after her twelfth nameday and had only seen one Daywher hatching in the two turns since. She had been left surprised and disappointed at her first hatching, but this time she had more confidence. The clutch was bigger than the previous, and though she was still one of the youngest ones in the barracks, she was still quite sure she would bond this time.

Salla heard quickly that the clutch was nearing hatching time, as Kivasila touched her mind directly to inform her of the news. Salla was in her room in the barracks, and dressed in her uniform in a flash, rushing out of the barracks with a tie for her hair hanging from her teeth as she wrangled her hair into a high runner’s tail before tying it off. All the while, she walked with purpose and urgency in her step, striding across from the Candidate Complex to the Dayhandler Complex with the Hatching Pavilion, knowing exactly where to go without the need for direction.

She couldn’t help but frown a little that she wasn’t the first to be here, seeing a few others had been quicker, but even so, she found herself a space among where the candidates were given room to watch and stay near the hatching clutch. She wasn’t afraid to plant herself a little bit in front of most of the others, though it likely helped she was shorter than most, giving a reason for her to be toward the front and little reason for others to complain much about the brazen choice of spot. She’d have done it even if people did complain though, she felt this was her birthright after all, even if that’s not how bonding really worked.

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It had been a few months since her life had been changed. A trip to the Flotilla, and an egg had resulted in Mina finding herself bonded to a daywher cub. Mina often still dreamt of that day, when Emoriana hatched and kreeled from loneliness and sought Mina out. Mina had taken her, accepted her easily, not wanting to leave the poor hurting thing feeling alone, knowing how that felt in her own way, but soon after the realization hit her.

With no other Dayling classes going through training, Mina and Emoriana’s training was handled individually, though she knew that was likely to have happened even if there had been a class to integrate them into. Mina was still, afterall, almost blind, unable to see well and likely never able to perform in a traditional Dayhandler position. The cub never seemed to be wanting for Mina to change though, accepting her as she was.

*Will you play me a song again? Please Mina?* Emoriana asked, nosing at Mina eagerly. The pale woman looked at the dark blue cub then patted her on the head.

*Again?* She questioned, having caught on to mental speech now, and at times almost preferring it. For all the shock that bonding had been, she was finding sharing her mind with Emoriana a balm to her worries and heartache. Having a highly intelligent creature so close to her, in her mind with her, able to hear and understand her without having to speak was something that Mina had never known she wanted or needed, and now she couldn’t imagine life without Emoriana.

At the pressing from the growing cub, Mina chuckled and pulled out panflute from its bag, Making sure it was still in tune, she then played, but only got a few notes in when she heard people rushing about nearby and Emoriana’s head swiveled around in interest.

*The new clutch is getting ready to hatch. Come on let's go see! I want to see cubs.* She answered before Mina could ask, jumping to her paws with all the gracefulness of an oversized puppy.

*Can we? Wouldn’t we be in the way?* She questioned, wondering if she would be welcome or not, still unsure of her place among the Daywhers and Dayhandlers.

*Of course! They're our pack, and its new members of the pack, everyone will be there! You have just as much right to watch them come into the world as anyone, even if you don't see the same as others do.*

Shortly after that, Mina had relented, going with Emoriana to watch the hatching of the new cubs. Sure enough many were already gathering, a large mass of people and daywhers that blended together in her vision unless she got really close to them. Despite her cub excitement though, Emoriana never left Mina, staying with her as they tried to find a space where Emoriana would be able to see the new cubs
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This wouldn't be the first nor the second Day Wher hatching Shyran attended since she Bonded with Pacaran but it still felt just as exciting. From the moment Pacaran alerted her the eggs were going to hatch Shyran was determined to be there. She put on her best outfit to be at her best to see the newest additions to the Day Wher Pack and of course to impress Darrow should he be able to make it.

As much as she wanted to rush there and be the first before the eggs Shyran knew the Candidates would naturally be the closest to the eggs. Still she knew as a Handler she would be able to witness the hatching from a decent vantage point, even if she had to sit upon Pacaran's back to do so. Not something she felt would be required as there was plenty of room in teh Hatching Pavalian and Daywher hatchings didn't attract the same numbers of spectators as dragon hatchings did.

"Pacaran, can you let Argow know we're heading to the Hatching and see if she'll pass the information on to Darrow?" Shyran asked her Jewel. She didn't know if Darrow would come, sometimes duties prevented Handlers from attending even Hatchings but given it was edging towards the end of the day she hoped he would be free as she was.

Soon they were at the Hatching Pavilion and could see quite a few Candidates were already standing near the eggs. Shyran could see Dolcekil standing near her eggs and gave her a respectful nod of her head. Shyran didn't know whether the Rose even noticed her, more likely focused on the future partners arranged around her eggs than those who would be packmates. Still proper respect was due and Shyran wasn't going to skimp. Besides Pacaran wouldn't let her skip out on protocol even if she tried.

Joining a group of other Handlers where she will have a decent view of the hatchings and forming of new bonds to come, Shyran looked out over the eggs, trying to guess which one will be the first to hatch. She also kept her eyes out for Darrow or anybody else she knew. It was always more fun to share this join with somebody she knew than just with acquaintances or strangers.
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No sooner had he settled comfortably in his place to watch then his vision was blocked. And rudely too! Sure, he'd understand if the person were farther away to have not noticed him standing there but noooo. This pompous handler with her 'whatever color that was' daywher cub just had to squeeze right in front of him like he weren't even there. He was half blind but even he could have clearly seen someone standing so close!

Swearing under his breath at the rudeness of some people towards his youth, or so he assumed was the case, he moved. Shoving past her with a well placed elbow he glared at her and said, "Ya blind 'r somethin'? I'd been standin' there." He grumbled with irritation. Some people!

He stopped his feet to stand a step to her side and one step forward. Now he could see again. Sort of.

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The evening routine was one Nixal rather enjoyed. Going to the dining hall with Sal after chores, lessons, whatever duties they had for the day we’re done, and bullshitting while enjoying what was surprisingly good food. Then going to the common room, burning a little time loitering about and socializing before heading to bed. Sometimes while eating, she sat with others of course, and it was one of those that evening when the call came for the Candidates.

She was up and moving rapidly, shelving her dishes and half-sprinting for her room and her uniform. The young woman was careful to not just crash into any others doing the same as her, and luckily as far as she could tell she was right on time as she arrived at the pavilion. Politely, she either her way through the growing crowd until she emerged into the central area around the wiggling nest. Her breath caught a bit as she saw the lovely mother, and her honestly impressive clutch. Nixal experienced a few moments of nervous anticipation as she approached the Rose a bit and bowed, ”Your eggs are as stunning as you are. Thank you for allowing us to participate.”

She turned towards Alasander then, nodding and smiling at a few of her other Candidates she had gotten to know since she’d arrived. Joining Sal, she reached and caught his hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze. She could see the slight tension in his eyes, the hand rubbing his head, and knew he was having a time of it, with so many whers around them. ”Hey, good luck, huh? Exciting day.” Her mouth blossomed into an affectionate, encouraging smile, and she gave his hand another squeeze before facing the rocking eggs.
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