Sunset's Joy - 26th Wher Clutch

Similar to the hatching grounds, but on a much smaller scale. These sands can hold one to two wher females and their clutches at one time. They are heated by a hypocaust system underneath the sands so the wher eggs stay warm.
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"Good luck to you as well. May you be met with at least some success. And if we both fail... want to meet for a round on the training grounds?"

Corbin shook Joss's hand firmly. There was a part of Corbin that felt he owed a small debt to the man for what he did for him the first time they had met. He wasn't exactly the sort to like feeling like he owed someone anything, but he gave credit where it was due and he always tried to pay his debts. "Agreed. If we both end up on the losing end after this we'll celebrate our losses with a good sparring." This was his first hatching, but he hoped that luck would be with him. If it wasn't with either of them, then at least he had something to look forward to.

"Make a deal with you, Corbin." He said to his friend. "Whoever bonds last, between the two of us, buys the drinks for the other the first night we're able to drink again."

He didn't immediately respond to Joss as Fersk began moving another egg towards them and then gave an inspection of the candidates in front of her. Corbin held his breath for the moment she inspected him, but she moved on and chose one of the others. He watched as a good looking green hatched from that egg. "Sounds like a deal." Corbin agreed and reached a hand out to shake again in agreement. It would be nice to finally be able to drink again.
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Joss could have said something about the sparring to Corbin, but his words were cut off instead as Fersk began to move again. He wondered where she would go as she rolled another of her eggs, this time not towards anyone that wasn't familiar, but to someone with whom he'd just been with. When it was given to Mekirion, he watched as the beautiful little green hatched not a handful of moments later. She was absolutely darling, small and darling, and seemed rather content to be with him. He would have whistled, congratulated him, as was his way. But this wasn't his sands, and this wasn't his place, and so Joss would just have to congratulate the younger man later, when the time was more convenient and the chances of angering an unhappy wher mother were less of a possibility.

Two eggs shelled, six remaining, several candidates left and with the possibility of some of them doubling up on their bonding - he'd heard of it at least, heard it was rare in a single hatching, but that it wasn't unheard of - that meant he wasn't going to let things wear him down. Unlike dragon hatchings, he had a lifetime of standing left to look forward to if he so wished, and Joss knew what it was that he desired - after the first two eggs, and seeing the look of delight on Mekirion's egg, he would continue to stand as long as it would take to receive the honor of a bond himself. Half-turning to his friend, he shook his hand, sealing the deal they had made. Now they just had to stand and wait to see what would come of the hatching, and just how long they would need to wait for that celebratory drink to be shared.
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"Then we will see when we get there, won't we?" If he was there already when they arrived. From the pictures that were being sent to him by Cain, who was being the proper gentleman and remaining not only out of the way, but a respectable distance (and quiet to boot), things had progressed to the point that two had hatched and bonded. If they were quick enough, they might be able to make it before more than that had been handed out and hatched. He felt a little bit of a failure, knowing he was supposed to be on hand for the entirety of the clutch. "Once we arrive, lass, I'm going to need to let go in a rush and take my place. Please don't consider it rude of me, and know that we shall commence with our tea again at a later date and time. For now, be at one with your brown and enjoy seeing his babies in all their glory." He smiled at her and once they arrived at the hatching room, he peeked inside, thankful that no other eggs had hatched, let her go in first, then followed after.

A quick bow and nod to the mother and her handler was all he gave before the Weyr's dragonkinhealer took his place off to the side, ready and able to handle any emergency that may end up bubbling up during the process of the hatching. As he stood there, able to watch the process as a willing and happy spectator, Cain and Colette both took up their perches on his shoulders instead, but he quietly sent images of them returning to their previous posts should he need to work. Cain nuzzled him in confirmation, while Colette gave a quiet little chirp to let him know she understood. He didn't like having them on his shoulders while he worked unless the process wasn't consuming, and with baby whers - or even the mother in some cases - sometimes it could be.
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There was a slight lull as Fersk went back to stalking in front of her eggs, almost as if she wished she could just keep them all to herself instead. Short wing furled nervously once or twice, fidgeting as she looked over the remaining eggs, knowing they would have to find their own homes, but lingering as much as she could all the same. Finally, it seemed one of the eggs wasn't going to let her wait much longer and a crack appeared along one of the grooves of the rough shell. Fersk gave a low grunt and then turned her gaze onto the crowd around her, the gray robes looking back at her expectantly.

Her tail moved behind the hatching egg, separating it from its siblings as she took a step or two closer to the candidates, her gaze searching over each of them. The egg dragged along behind her, unaware as the wherlet within began to chip away at that crack, widening it, make the first hole and Fersk knew she had to decide quickly. You there. Come forward. She called out, before her handler would have to prod her once more and th sunset wher gave another nudge of the egg toward the young man who she'd called upon. Take good care of my baby. The mother wher said with a grunt as she slowly backed away from Wrihelm, leaving him with the singular egg at his feet.

And not a moment too soon either as that hole began to spread wider, the hatchling breaking off a piece at a time, until suddenly it seemed the shell couldn't take anymore and crumbled down around the wherlet. A surprised bleat sounded from under the flattened shell and the hatchling threw back his head to get rid of the pieces that clung to him. Can't see. Am blind? The words were curious, the hatchling pausing a moment and then reaching up with a thick forepaw and touching his face, where the shell still stuck. With a shake of his head and swipe of his paw then, he was able to remove the chunk of egg that clung on and could look upon the young man fully now. He was a handsome brown, with a blending of klah, chocolate, spice and cream over his hide and those whirling facets regarded Wrihelm lovingly at first sight. Not blind! Wrisk not blind, Wrisk see you! The little brown said with a trumpet and moved to stand on wobbly little legs, though eventually managed to head butt against the man's leg and nuzzled against him. Wrisk's feed soon, yes? Hungry. So hungry. The wherlet continued without missing a beat and sniffed the air for the scent of food, his stomach growling and nosed a little more insistently against his bonded's leg now.


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Wed Mar 14, 2018 2:48 pm

Galana watched two more hatchlings go to their candidates, and tried not to think about who she believed NEEDED to get an egg. Maybe she would feel less guilty if she didn't still think that she would have done the same as the other healers. Yes, Serisk had ultimately chosen to reject a limited life, but should they have made that choice for her? She certainly understood that Sterling had a legitimate right to be angry at someone, but was it fair for that to be the healers who had done their best?

But was that a self-serving question? Did she think the healers were justified just because she was one? Either way, Sterling getting an egg shouldn't make anyone feel less guilty, as if her previous grief was erased now.

But this was a joyful occasion, even if it was also one of the few times when she had to see Sterling and think about her experiences. She was going to think about how adorable the babies were. Too bad that creche kid who thought whers were scary couldn't be here to see this. He was undoubtedly asleep, but if he saw how cute these hatchlings were, and especially that there was less risk of maulings than with dragons, because the egg was handed straight to the right person?

Whers weren't scary at all. Flying hundreds of meters above the ground, trying to keep your dinner from making a reappearance? That was scary.

These hatchlings are being much sweeter to their new bondmates than you were to me, Galana noted to Galask, smiling as she looked at the dark green with elegant pale markings rubbing against her boy's legs, and at the warm brown nuzzling his own bonded. Was hungry, Galask responded, though he couldn't really remember details. Still, it was a good guess. Hatchlings were always hungry.
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Wed Mar 14, 2018 9:44 pm

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L'van... it is time to wake up. The wher eggs hatch, and you promised Lerina.

Hearing the words from his dragon's mind, the man rolled over and pushed himself up until he was sat upright. He had known the egg would likely hatch during the middle of the night, he just hadn't expected them to do so at this particular hour, so soon after he'd managed to crawl into bed. Glancing at the trip of lizards curled up on the otherwise, he snorted, knowing they would be content to remain in slumber, and shook his head as he stood to get up and dressed. Tell Lerina I'll be there shortly, would you? He received the confirmation from the bronze before he curled back up with Soquilith.

within a matter of moments, L'van was dressed and on his way down, ready to enjoy this moment with his daughter. He didn't know if he would make it before the first egg was handed out and shelled, but he made quick work of his steps, and was pleasantly surprised to see that the candidates were still gathering when he arrived. A smile also lit up his face when he noticed his daughter already in the stands, and he slipped up next to her, giving her a very gentle nudge to let her know he was there.

It was in that moment, or briefly thereafter, that the first of the eggs was passed out and cracked. He heard Lerina's question and looked at her, a smile on his face, responding as he turned back to the sands. "They are rather similar to firelizard hatchings, yes. Their eggs are offered to the handler by the mother, and then if the wher chooses to bond to them, they blood the handler in question. Sometimes, it is really a matter of feeding them before they can wander off to choose another."

But when she didn't respond, he realized she was lost to the hatching, and he smiled at that. "They really are quite fetching, aren't they? I don't see what people have against them appearance wise." Had he not bonded to Zenjarth, he would have liked to think he would have gone on to try his luck with a wher instead. It would have made sense, given the fact he would have remained with the guards.
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Another hatched, this one a brown, and a handsome brown at that! Joss smiled when he saw who it was for, recalling the moment he'd spoken to the other man at the Gather. Their conversation had been one of the reason why he'd made the decision to join the wher candidacy when he'd arrived at the Weyr. He supposed it would be a good idea to congratulate the new handler once all was said and done, depending on what happened once that point in time came to pass. Because Joss knew, in his heart of heart's, that he might not be in the mood to be around the new handlers if he didn't bond, not right away at least.

Thinking that sounded so poor sport of him, but it was true. It was just how he felt. Give a little time and space, those promised rounds on the training grounds with Corbin - if it was his luck as well, and even if it wasn't, he was sure he'd be able to find someone who would dance with him - and then sure, he'd be able to come around. But for a brief flicker of time, that was going to be his plan. With that in mind, he turned back to the mother and the eggs and sucked in a breath. Good thing he wasn't the type to panic, or worry overly much. He was a strong minded individual who knew his chances were strong one way or another.

Either he bonded or he didn't, no skin off his ass one way or another. There would be other chances if he didn't and besides... that just meant more time to watch over his sisters. So yeah, there were advantages to not having a wher. He just had to wait and see... but now he wasn't sure what he wanted to have come pass more now.
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Lerina smiled when her father confirmed the Wher hatchings weren't too different from Firelizard Hatchings. She would have asked more questions but seeing the first Wher quickly followed by a second, she had to watch. In the past she had only ever attended dragon hatchings and so far the cuteness of baby Whers had her wondering if one could be both a dragonrider and a Wherhandler. Given the hours difference she was inclined to think unlikely. No human could be up all day then up all night without going crazy.

"Oh, that green is a real beauty," Lerina exclaimed. "I never knew they could have such lovely patterns."

<I heard if you rub the wher eggs a certain way before they hatch their patterns come out different,> Issormorth observed.

Seriously? Lerina inquired speculatively.

>I doubt it, but I heard somebody say that of dragon eggs. Perhaps your father would know,>

Lerina glanced over at her father and started to wonder if Issormoth was trying to see if she would actually believe him enough to ask. The brown was more relaxed here than they ever were together in the North. Like her he found the other dragons didn't reject or frown upon his choice in lifemate. Lerina also found the riders didn't seem as standoffish as she expected. Nor did she hear whispers behind her back about how 'nontraditional' she was.

She also had to remind herself her father was the Weyrleader for another Turn, Zenjarth had successfully caught the Senior gold once more. Lerina had worried Issormoth would chase the Senior Gold as he did one of the Junior Golds not too long before. He hadn't caught her but the rush of passion she felt through the bond had nearly caught her unaware. Fortunately she was able to lock herself away before anybody thought she may be open to be with some random stranger.

While the mother Wher searched for a worthy Candidate for her next egg, Lerina turned to her father and gave him a smile. "I never did get a chance before, but Congratulations on remaining Weyrleader. It feels good to know you're in charge for another Turn. I'm also glad Issormoth stayed out of this goldflight...I don't think I am ready to be Weyrleader quite yet."
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Sterling had forgotten about anyone who looked at her still. At first she could feel the eyes on her, almost hear their thoughts toward her, but now she forgot about them. Another egg was to be handed out it seemed, and she held her breath for her to be called. Again, though, this egg was not for her, according to the clutch mother, going off to one of the male candidates on the sands. She let out her breath, deflating just a little bit, but trying not to make it obvious.

Her first stint as a candidate had been much easier. While she had been disappointed in the past by being passed over, at least she could always tell herself to wait until next time. That is, until she couldn't wait anymore. How many times would she try this time before she couldn't wait anymore? If she failed too many times, was passed over too many times, would she give up on being a handler again entirely? She wasn't sure, just as she wasn't sure how many hatchings she could bring herself to stand at before she couldn't take the disappointment anymore. Now, more than before Serisk, each time an egg wasn't given to her, it felt like more of a rejection. Of course though, she had let Serisk die. How could any wher see her fit for an egg?

It was hard not to fall into such thoughts, despite only three eggs having been handed out. Although, three eggs also meant only five eggs left, and at least one of those had to be a dud, so likely only four or three eggs left... And there were still so many of them waiting. Sterling would wait until the end though, still hoping and wishing and trying to get Fersk to notice her mentally. She bit her lip to keep herself focused and together. No crying, she hadn't failed yet, she still had a chance, even if that chance dwindled severely with each egg handed to another.

Fersk, again, seemed to take her time with her eggs, nuzzling each one of them, checking on each one with glances back at those that were present for her offspring. She seemed to be a reluctant mother, but reasoning and her handler kept her from hoarding her eggs completely, even if she held onto them all for as long as she possibly could, keeping the hatching from being terribly quick. Alas, it was time for her to find a home for her next egg.

An egg of similar size to the last one seemed to have grown impatient now, forcing Fersk to make her decision and see her offspring go to theirs. It was up to her to pick the one for her offspring though, and as she looked through the candidates, she felt unsatisfied with the options before her for this particular egg. She snorted at them, ready to hoard her precious egg longer, but it having other ideas as a clear crack formed that would soon become a hole at a weak point in the lumpy egg. She crooned to her egg for a moment, before looking around again through the cavern. Clearly, a choice from outside of the candidates was about to be made. Over the turns, this was perhaps one of the reasons that spectators to wher hatchings had become and remained small.

You. Healer. Good bond. Good for my baby. Come, take egg. Now, quick.

It was Galana that Fersk spoke to, calling out to the Healer Handler, sensing her existing bond and feeling that this was a good choice. Her and her wher would be good for her young. But Fersk really meant it when she said quick, as she could hardly push the egg away from the rest of her clutch before a foot popped out with pale toes, though the colors of just the foot were hard to determine the color of the hatchling just yet. Galana would have to come the rest of the way for the egg, getting a little closer to the clutch that Fersk might have preferred, but there being no other choice as this egg was cracking quickly.

The little foot dangling out of the shell began to kick when it felt the sand on its toes, eager to find out more about this strange feeling, surely. The egg bounced and scooted slightly at the fierce movements, breaking shell away from around the foot until a tail popped out, then another foot. Only a moment later, a whole half of the egg broke away, plopping the entirety of a wherlet's rump onto the sands with a croaking squeak of surprise. Soon after, the back legs scrambled around in the sand, almost making the rest of the shell spin in place before the wherlet stopped and figured out how to escape. Getting new legs firmly on the ground, she backed out of the shell, revealing the rest of her burnished color.

Out! Got out! The hatchling puffed up happily, even as she wobbled here and there a bit on her new legs. She looked up at Galana, blinking a few times curiously. You? You mine? Her wings spread and folded a few times. Other wher? Can share, happy share. Take care of both. Food though, now, need food. The little electrum soon demanded to be fed, bumping Galana with her head as if trying to push her along but not quite managing due to her size and new hatchling legs.
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Inggharudube had hoped not to be out on patrol when his friend's Wher's clutch was ready to hatch but as in most things in life, relying on hope lead more to disappointment. This time however his disappointment was only partial. He only had a half patrol this particular night and returned to the Wher Tunnels not just when the hatching started. He settled Inggharusk then joined the spectators after a few eggs had already been handed out and hatched. It didn't take the bronzehandler to spot the one Candidate he was curious to see re-bond. He liked Sterling and felt she was ready to be a Handler again and resume the life he felt she did well in. He hadn't been around all that long before she lost her first Wher but he found the woman strong and capable and they needed experienced Wherhandlers now more than ever.

The last time he had talked to her the topic of armor for Whers had come up and he had recommended going for leather armor. With the proper treatment and layering they would do well to block feline claws without adding the needless weight of metal. Metal was better suited for weapons and the sort of weapons strong enough to get through thick leather wasn't something felines naturally possess. He fully intended to talk more with her about the subject once their schedules gave them free time. When that will be will definitely depend on whether Fersk chose her for one of her eggs this night.

He watched as Sterling looked away from a brown who went to some young Candidate which barely got a glance from the Bronzehandler. A quick look around revealed the brown was the only large wher to hatch yet, the other being a blue and green. The smaller Whers were useful but he hoped to see a large clutcher or more larger males. If Inggharusk had caught Fersk he was certain there would have been plenty of bronzes and likely a clutcher too.

Moving so he would be as close to the circle of Candidates, Sterling in particular, Inggharudube watched as Fersk took her time to find the next worthy Candidate for her eggs. He watched and willed her to choose Sterling. The other Candidates were young though he did see a few Candidates closer to his age, but most weren't trained as Handlers already nor had the experience Sterling had. They could use her and he certainly hoped the Whermother could see this too.

The way Fersk looked towards the spectators had Inggharudube frown. She didn't look his way but elsewhere which had him turn slightly to scan the spectators. He was surprised to see L'van here, the Weyrleader himself who only recently was confirmed for another term. He didn't know the woman beside him but it was clear she wasn't who Fersk was seeking. He spotted Galana and knew she had a small wher. Just as he was about to scan for other potentials it became clear Galana was indeed who Fersk had selected for the Wherling.

Grunting softly, Inggharudube watched as the little electrum managed to break out of her egg and looked to Galana. He knew there was no point feeling bad this wher went to the Healer, not when any of the remaining eggs could be given to Sterling.

ooc: I'm totally fine with the Inggharudube mention Marvealle. We should do a thread between him and Sterling again some day
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Thu Mar 15, 2018 4:24 am

Clearly another egg was getting ready to hatch, and Galana held her breath as Fersk’s eyes passed over Sterling. Then she was looking away from the candidates entirely, and the woman exhaled sharply when Fersk addressed her.
Marvealle wrote: You. Healer. Good bond. Good for my baby. Come, take egg. Now, quick.
Galana’s body was moving forward before her mind had processed the instructions. All thought of Sterling was out of her head, though it would undoubtedly return. Instead, she thought of Galask as she moved to accept the egg. She approached the clutch cautiously, reaching it before the new hatchling made her way entirely out of the shell. The bouncing entry to the world, combined with the little one’s squeak had Galana delighted with the hatchling’s energy even before she had spoken.

Marvealle wrote:Out! Got out! The hatchling puffed up happily, even as she wobbled here and there a bit on her new legs. She looked up at Galana, blinking a few times curiously. You? You mine? Her wings spread and folded a few times. Other wher? Can share, happy share. Take care of both. Food though, now, need food. The little electrum soon demanded to be fed, bumping Galana with her head as if trying to push her along but not quite managing due to her size and new hatchling legs.
Galana did spare a moment to think about the other wher, but she didn’t need to worry.

Hatchling good. Not stinky or noisy hatchling. Galask informed her, smugly. He’d had plenty to say about her wistful desire for a baby, and she had to admit that she wouldn’t have been able to handle a new wherling and a human baby. Not need hatchling now. Gask good hatchling. Not noisy.

Well, if he was satisfied with this turn of events, then who was there to complain? Yes, she told Gask happily. The other wher is Galask. And WE will be taking care of YOU, at least at first. She tried to direct the next thought at Galask only, but could already tell that she would need to practice singling out the two new bonds. I told you these hatchlings were sweeter than you were at first, Galask. She’s here starving for her first meal, but she wants to take care of us. The whole time she was moving with her new charge to the food, amused at Gask’s attempts at pushing her forward. While the electrum might be destined to be significantly larger than Galask, her handler was accustomed to a much more massive head pushing her back when he sensed danger, Gask was barely managing taps in comparison.

Galask not sweet? Gask asked, confused. Then, as if she had a sudden burst of understanding, Galask hungry, too? Share food Galask?


Galana’s grin got incredibly wide. Galask has eaten plenty tonight already, she informed the hatchling, feeding her carefully. So far she was chewing everything, but Galana didn’t want to end the night with a choking wherlet. The food in this room is for you and the other hatchlings.
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Wrihelm With Brown Wrisk
Wrihelm watched the wher pase her nest. He wasn't sure if she was going to let anymore eggs go. Being a first time mother must be hard fighting instincts to keep her young close. He could see with the way she seemed to move that if anyone tried to move to close she could snap at them. Stiff limps and folded back ears. She didn't seem happy at all. He knew that each egg she didn't want to hand out was getting her closer to the last egg she would be even more reluctant to give up. Her eyes wondered them as the eggs beside her shifted and cracked. Finally she seemed to settle on him finally and with the sudden burst of throughs in his head and the egg being pushed to him. He stepped to meet her and bowed low to the mother.

"Ill take great care of the young one" As he leaning down on one knee to grab the egg it split and a chocolate brown wher fell into the sands. He couldn't believe his eyes. The chirp and sudden thoughts. Erika, yes his wher, Wrisk, a brown. The emotions were quick but he recovered. Taking great care he checked the little one even as he butted him wanting to eat, making sure nothing was torn and nothing was broken.

Once he knew his untrained eyes didn't find anything dire, he quickly lifted the young brown, even if he was still big, up and walked to the food. He put the little brown down and without a word, smiled and fixed the little wher his gruel. Snapping his personal blade out he nodded the wher first then slowly fed him the mix of protein he needed.Very hungry! Much need! Wrisk said.

No, only what you need, more will be ready when you are hungry again. You eat what is here and we wil see if you truly need more. Lets save some for the others. Wrihelm said making sure to cover his wound as he fed the little brown.

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Carrole &Caesk

As all hatching do, they attack even the most timid. Carrole however had wanted the see the new mutation that was such a fuss with her eggs. She stood in the back, her eyes wondering the sands as each egg hatched. First the blue, his colors splashed like paint. The green had come next, she would be a good hunter, her dark colors were best for blending, next a brown, he would do well with more males to help with the smaller clutches. As she watched the next was another Electrum, at the though her own wher seemed to take great interest. This would be number 3 in the weyr now.

Good color, perfect form yes. Caesk asked.

Yes, she is a darker color, she has good looking muscle for a young wher. But it will be a while yet before she is old enough to know fully. They're was a brown hatched also. She said giving her wher something else to focus on.

Want see now? Check on all nother time? She chimed in.

No, ill look them all over as they hatch. I'm still curious to see everything. You may have to wait until classes, until then, we'll keep clear. A firm conman had Caesk silent. She would brood, but them she could always go flirt with the bronzes and they would make her feel better. If Caesk never clutched it would be okay, she still adored all new hatchlings, being bold as she was had many aspects that kept Carrole keeping her in the field.
>.:.CHARACTERS.:.<
*WHER CHARACTER*
Electrum Handler Carrole & Electrum Caesk
.:. Wher Candidate Wrihelm

*DRAGON CHARACTER*
Opal Dragon Meriath & Kalico:..
Fr'an & Blue Mihnoth

*DAYWHER CHARACTER*
Blood handler Lareli & Anubli
Sport Handler Mickell & Sport Aranell

*HOLD/CRAFTER CHARACTERS*
Shaylah & Black/Silver Mohovis
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