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It really felt like it had been a much shorter amount of time since the flight. Since Aresoth had caught Zenobiath, and Alumet had the absolutely wild night that'd come with. She'd kept up with her duties and made sure that they'd stayed active, and stayed well enough abreast of everything. It was Zenobiath who had realized that she could no longer leave the sands for more than short bursts, that the time was nearing. Alumet, she'd told the woman, should just stay in the weyr, wait, as Zenobiath readied the sands for the coming of her little ones. After all, the Rider could do nothing for the dragon.
Alumet had been in her weyr, pouring over her work in the early morning hours, distracted, slightly, by the tiny green flit, Heartlight, who was dancing back and forth across the desk. She'd let Zenobiath handle herself, and honestly? She'd not even realized that something had come until the warm brush of Zenobiath's mind became more present. It was with messy, bed-tousled hair and a haphazardly thrown on shirt and trousers that she got up the second she recognized what Zenobiath was about to tell her. Yes, love. You're right. Come. It's time. Well, a bit past. Zeno was mostly done laying, having made the perfect wallows for each egg.
Aresoth, you and Yours should come as well...You'll want to see the fruit of our flight...what we've brought in to the world. The Queen's voice was full of warm affection as she lowered her nose down to one shell, carefully adjusting it in the sand, amusement coloring her eyes blue when Alumet stumbled down to the sands. Her body was wrapped mostly around the clutch, but she allowed her love a small peek, though asked her to stay a bit further back. Not yet. Not quite yet...not until Aresoth had seen them.
Being the winner of Zenobiath's maiden flight had certainly been a bit of an ego stroke for Aresoth, but he had not let it go too far to his head. The prospects of being a father had always been there in his hearts, the yearning to sire a clutch. It had been no guarantee that Zenobiath would have picked him, there had been many of the Weyr's males after her and quite a few of them would have been a good pick just as well. Still, he knew the potential for strength that ran within the ichor of Zenobiath and himself, within their very spirits.
As the days turned into months with nothing truly changing for the young bronze pair. C'ryn and Aresoth still saw to their duties as they were supposed to. Though the bronze would bring the gold a herd beast or wherry when she began to not leave the sands as much. He knew the time was nearing but did not stay to hover around her. Zenobiath was the mother, she knew the best way to handle all of this and there was no need for him to crowd her, even in his excitement.
As Zenobiath called out to him Aresoth had just come back from the cold of between. His eyes whirled blue, angling his body as he began the slow circle to descend down to the weyrbowl. Instead of going towards their Weyr, Aresoth went straight to the sands. Zenobiath. The bronze spoke her name as he alighted onto the sands near the entrance, being quite careful as he did so. While she had called and told him to come he would not presume to just rush forward to see the eggs, no he would wait for her to show them to him.
For his part C'ryn had been a little confused as Aresoth changed his trajectory from their Weyr to the hatching sands. The thought of eggs, aside from the happy thoughts that permeated through their link, hadn't crossed the young man's mind. He was excited as well but there were still many things he had to do and it took a while for the eggs to become ready to be lain.
With Aresoth landed upon the sand C'ryn slipped out of the straps and removed them so that the large bronze could step a bit closer towards the gold and their progeny. Slinging the straps over his shoulder, C'ryn turned his head to look at Alumet and smiled at her. "Certainly exciting. How are you doing?" The dark haired young man held back the want and urge to press a kiss against the blonde's cheek, letting his attention move back towards the two dragons.
As he neared, Aresoth leaned his head down to gently nuzzle against Zenobiath's wedged head, his eyes looking over the assortment of eggs. They are quite beautiful. Quite befitting for you of course, dearest Zenobiath.
It was only once his straps were removed that Zenobiath shifted, showing Aresoth the eggs that lay ever so perfectly situated in her coil. The large gold made room for him to come close, her head reaching up to nuzzle him in turn, Befitting of us, Aresoth. I could not have made these alone. Our children. There was a moment of thought as she shifted another one, watching them each with an intent gaze. There was no way she would budge from them, no way she would allow anyone near them quite yet...no. Others would get their time. This was for her and Aresoth. Carefully, she moved, making room for him to lay with her, if he wished.
Alumet watched the pair with a warm gaze, enjoying the glimpses of shell. Her head leaned on C'ryn's shoulder, her fingers moving to tuck back a strand of tousled hair. Yes, she looked a mess, she knew, but...This was worth it. "...Irritated that I look a fright, but it's nothing in comparison to why. Look at them...They're so happy." She was, herself, thinking ahead. The touching would be interesting, for she wasn't sure how Zenobiath would feel about things. She knew well that the Gold would more than happily let her little ones be met, and yet. Well. There was worry, "Can't believe they're here already...It feels like..." Like it was too soon. Even Zenobiath's calm state didn't stop Alumet from watching closely.
A rumble of happiness echoed throw his chest as Zenobiath shifted to allow him to see more of the eggs. Once she had shifted and made room for him upon the sands Aresoth lowered himself gingerly onto the sands. He let his nose gently hover over one of the eggs, a gentle huff of air escaping him before his attention moved to look at the gold. Yes, though I do hope they will be as beautiful as their mother. There was pride clearly heard in his tone as he spoke and it showed through in his eyes as well as his posture. He could not wait to get to know the little ones within as well as see them hatch and find theirs. When you are hungry and do not wish to leave, do not hesitate to request for me to catch something for you.
His arm moved to wrap around Alumet's waist as she leaned against his shoulder. Holding her close and glancing at her as she spoke, he smiled softly at her, shaking his head. "Still as beautiful as ever." Truth be told her tousled hair made the young man think of other times. He dared to place a soft kiss against her cheek before letting his attention move back towards the two first time parents. "They are. There hasn't been a time these past months when Aresoth has not had thoughts of eggs." He chuckled softly, though he picked up on the worry in her tone and gave her a reassuring squeeze with his arm. "It does feel soon. So quick, its hard to imagine just how quickly after Uridith laid her clutch that we were standing upon the sands finding ours. With the new candidate master I don't think we will have as many problems as there have been."
Zenobiath rumbled her amusement at Aresoth's suggestion, butting her head against his before settling in. All was well now. Alumet would calm with time. While her Rider might be anxious, the Gold was not. This was as natural a part of her life as breathing, as her hearts beating. This, she was prepared for.
Alumet laughed softly, "Zenobiath is all too ready to be a mother. I'm not ready for what's coming. I've no doubt the new Candidate Master will have things well in hand, and that Zenobiath is calm and ready for all of this, it's me that's the mess." Shaking her head, she watched the new parents as well, smiling when they settled in. Ah, but the weyr would have something to celebrate soon, wouldn't they? "I might go get a bit more sleep now...I didn't expect this."
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