In the sevendays since the discovery and arrival of the new wher and the clutch rescued from a fire on the island, it was clear Darilex and some of the other higher ups were trying to convince Vithire to try to get one of the eggs to bond to her and Vithiresk. She had been a handler for many turns now, and had a knack for wher training as well. She’d also once had another wher bonded to her, but he’d been lost turns ago in the Isilian Flood that destroyed their old home. She hadn’t wanted another wher since then, satisfied with just Vithiresk and her pets. At least, up until many of her pets had given their lives to save her from felines. While she was slowly rebuilding her fair of flitts, she had begun considering seeking another wher bond again to train. Helping teach and training Yarana and Yarask helped satisfy the desire to train a wher, but she really was wanting another of her own to train up again. After everything, perhaps she was finally ready.
Then came the new wher, and while interesting, she wasn’t sure if she was interested in the feathery creature and its eggs. She preferred Isilian Whers, she thought, being more familiar with them and all. But her superiors took to convincing her, hoping to get her to offer herself up for a dualbond opportunity. The wher named Drust seemed pretty safe to have in the Weyr, so they were going to let the clutch had and bond. They wanted Vithire to be one of those, because of her knowledge of whers and skills at training them.
For most of that time, Vithire kept turning them down, but little by little, they wore her down, and she felt a little more interest in the feathery Island Wher eggs, more curiosity about them, especially as she saw the one called Drust around and watched her and her handler sometimes. Eventually, only a few days before, she agreed to try to dualbond.
*Eggs hatching. Let’s go.
Vithiresk relayed to her when another wher contacted him about it, his ears perking up and eyes whirling with interest and excitement. Vithire patted his hide, and whistled for him to head into the Weyr Yard, leaving patrol for their on-call replacements that were slated to take the shift when the eggs hatched. Since Vithire was officially trying to dualbond, she’d been on the list as one of those that would need replacement as soon as word went out, and she saw her replacement already getting ready to head out when she and Vithiresk came back into the Yard.
She went straight to the sands, and found a place to stand, not quite with the regular candidates, but not quite with the spectators either. She wasn’t in candidacy uniform, but she was at least in her patrol leathers, so she looked like she was in uniform at least somewhat. Since Dualbonding was so infrequent, there were no official Dualbonding candidates, so they weren’t considered candidates. Vithire had no candidacy uniform, but she was here with the intent of attempting to dualbond today, so she tried for a middle ground area between the candidates and spectators.
*Kitisk’s go sands? Eggs hatch. Go see.*
Kitsu’s green suddenly stated, drawing the woman out of focus on her midnight snack in the dining hall.
*How about you go first and I’ll catch up?*
She suggested and she chewed on her bread bun thoughtfully.
*Can’t fit. Lots of people already. Don’t want be pushy.*
She explained, and Kitsu chuckled but understood.
*Ok, ok, I’ll watch for both of us.**
So she took one last drink of her klah, then headed out of the dining hall, munching on the rest of her bun as she made her way to the nearby Wherhandler Tunnels. Already she could see people gathering, and even had to squeeze past a few excited whers.
”Hey, you guys might need to have your whers stand back, there isn’t enough room in the sands for them and all the people coming in,”
she told a few handlers in passing before continuing her way to the sands. It took a minute to find a place to watch from, as so many people were already gathering for this quite quickly, but she managed.
”Shards, never seen so many people for a wher hatching,”
she huffed, ”If only people cared this much about the whers normally.”
Of course she found a way to be a little annoyed about it, but really, at least there were lots of people here to see. She’d be more annoyed if barely anyone in the Weyr had shown up, because to her that would mean they cared even less about the whers than she thought. Really though, she shouldn’t be so judgy of peoples’ motivations tonight, and instead just tried to enjoy the mystery of this clutch.