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 Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 7:59 pm
News traveled faster than Whirlwind when a queen finally clutched and Amra's moment of zen was destroyed by the flickering images of... well just of what appeared to be a mountain of eggs. The room she'd been tending was thrown askew by the new information that came in helter-skelter and pictures were thrown all across the room's floor. She physically raised both eyebrows but kept her grey eyes firmly closed as she picked up the pictures and looked at them from each angle.
Vimiath had clutched, this much was obvious. For such a slim dragon she had produced a clutch of what looked like upwards of twenty. Maybe even more if there were eggs hidden below the sands. Amra gathered all of the pictures and attempted to put them in some sort of order, however Whirlwind's images were chaotic at best and downright blurry at worst. Sighing she walked to the cabinet of dragon related information and focused calmly on a new shelf. It grew, widening and then popping firmly into existance with a golden plaque that read "Eggs" that gleamed brightly. This shelf would be full shortly, of that she was certain. She placed the pictures on the shelf, laying them out like like cards so that each showed just an edge. She could come back to this anytime she liked.
In her Room she clapped her hands and opened her eyes in the Candidate Quarters once more, finding them brighter due to the sheer amount of time spent in her room. She was seated on her bed, cross-legged with her arms resting on her knees and the scent, as always, was the first thing that came to her. The girls at least washed themselves better than any of the boys and men of the other quarters, but the close proximity to others paired with her ability to notice even the smallest of details often left her frazzled and over-stimulated.
Images flashed through her head once more, but Amra waved them away and let them scatter throughout her mind knowing full well that she could situate them later. Whirlwind appeared with a pop beside her left ear and wrapped himself around her neck, his skin felt calming against hers even if he was excited. The little brown Firelizard's wings fluttered despite his location, lightly tapping her right ear and shoulder in his desire to move towards the eggs.
"Yes dear, silly thing. We'll get to go see the eggs.", she responded calmly, her body unfolding fluidly to stand beside her bed. "Vimiath has finally clutched, how could we not go and at least glimpse them?"
Whirlwind chattered in her right ear, a series of noises that she could somewhat painfully and comically understand given the right context. In this context at least she knew that he was telling her he'd already seen them and sent her pictures of it just as was his job. Amra simply laughed as she walked swiftly towards the clutching grounds, eyes taking in the crowd that was starting to grow. She noticed each face without moving her eyes about obviously, reaching in to find a name for each one as she approached, her head well above most of the young teenagers that had gathered. But as dragon riders filed in to see the clutch that would be remedied.
Coming past Blundarth's immense bronze form she finally saw the clutch and let a smile spread over her face, momentarily losing her own tightly held control in the face of such impressive eggs. Realizing the expression that had slid over her face she slammed her face shut once more and affected her normal expression of disinterest once more. However her grey eyes were on the eggs alone and the tall girl could hardly explain why.
"Truly a sight to behold, what a clutch you helped create." She stated almost unintentionally to Blundarth.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 8:06 pm
Rinis was excited. She'd heard the rumors that Vimiath had laid her clutch. As a candidate she was all too familiar with the feeling that came with word of the clutch laying. It meant they were one step to closer to possibly finding their forever partner. Nor was she the only one to have heard about the clutch. It always raised the spirits of the weyr when the eggs were laid, and again when they hatched.
She smiled as she watched some of the others milling about the entrance. Would the mother guard her eggs jealously or want to show them off to the world? Her firelizard, Chaek, hummed in her ear, following her thoughts about eggs. He liked eggs too. The young woman patted him gently.
"We'll see if the queen will let us take a tiny peak hm?" There was one obstacle that she had to hurdle first. The bronze father. Who appeared just as eager to see the eggs. Her lips twitched as she held back a smirk at the sight of a bronze butt sticking out of the tunnel. At least he had the advantage of no one but Vimiath or his rider could budge him if he didn't want to move.
The young woman was tall, but with so many others eager for a look in front of her, it was hard to see the eggs. She did hear a number being bandied about. 25? Not bad. Enough room finally opened up, and she managed to find a tiny nitch for herself to peer at the eggs. They looked wonderful. She could only hope that this time her partner was among them. Just as she knew every candidate hoped. There had to be such a large candidate selection for the young dragons to choose from that it always meant someone was left standing. Rinis felt a moment of pity for those future unlucky souls.
As much as she wanted to stay all day and watch the eggs, it just wasn't possible. In truth it was silly, for they'd just been laid and wouldn't be doing anything. But one couldn't help but stare and dream of her dragon inside one of those eggs. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
She glanced at the eagerly watching father and chuckled softly to herself. "Congrats Blundarth." Now maybe she should see if she could get out of here and let someone else in.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 8:26 pm
Vennodren had been through quite a few gold flights, but every one was just exciting as the last. Perhaps this would be the time! Perhaps there was a dragon in this clutch that would call to him and claim him as his or her own. After his romp with a dragonrider during the gold flight he was even more eager to Stand and find his own. Waking up with the little green that Ty'bar called his own had been both wonderful and a bit intimidating, if he had to admit it.
But for now his thoughts were focused on sending his congratulations to both dragons and riders that were the proud parents of the newest clutch. It seemed he wasn't the only one to wish to do so as there was a small crowd around the proud father who was looking a bit overwhelmed. Blundarth was planted squarely in the tunnel leading to the sands, looking wistfully out at the eggs. Oh, the poor thing...had he even had the chance to meet them yet?
Venn hung back just a bit, not wanting to overwhelm the father even more than he already was, nor the mother within. A protective Gold was one of the most dangerous things on the whole planet. Instead he admired from afar, catching glimpses over the crowd.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 8:40 am
Talela slowly made her way to each glistening egg, giving them a quiet, affectionate welcome and wishes of health and a good life. Whether or not such attentions had any effect, she didn’t know, but it always felt like the right thing to do. Vimiath watched as she rested, her eyes fixed in a saturated indigo blue. She sensed Blundarth’s arrival and those eyes flashed violet with ardor, temporary though it would be, by her nature. There he was; the sire of these treasures, the strongest and bravest male in the entire Weyr, and perhaps even all of Pern. Sweetest Blundarth, she trilled to him, if you wish to come closer to marvel at what we have made together, you may. But softly, sweet one. They are very delicate. Then, as the crowd began to form at the entrance to the Grounds, Vimiath spread her wings over her clutch – not to shield the eggs, but to emphasize them, as a human might spread their arms to show off a room or a piece of art. She did not speak, trusting the candidates and other spectators to know their boundaries. Talela, on the other hand, was not so silent, though her smile was wide as she waved back to Skylla. “Indeed, I imagine it will be a Hatch to remember on these little ones’ big day!” Then to the gathering as a whole: “And the rest of you dears, mind your distance! You’ll have your chance to meet each of these eggs at the Touching soon!” Thank you, Neith, the gold said to her daughter. They are magnificent, are they not? You will be in attendance for the hatch, I hope?
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 3:44 pm
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