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Weyrwoman Onie Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 12:45 pm
svrieth and oweth's clutch
status: hatching
The Soldier Brown Ursidaeth from the Lime Egg Impressed to Ichidou
Nail in the Threshold Green Sidheth from the Peach Egg Impressed to Aleerna
Green Elgeth Impressed to T'vad (NPC)
Blue Muith Impressed to P'cay (NPC)
Brown Charseth Impressed to G'dae (NPC)
Skulls and Skeletons Bronze Zeloth from the Blizzard Blue Egg Impressed to L'iam
Child of Gold and Fire Brown Lusuth from the Brick Red Egg Impressed to F'lin
Princess of the Thicket Green Auroth from the Spring Green Egg Impressed to M'eha
Spirit of the Far East Gold Yokaith from the Sunglow Egg Impressed to Onie
Green Diamath Impressed to Searan
Green Vakath Impressed to C'xin
Brown Frath Impressed to A'lo
Blue Oliseth Impressed to L'chen
Blue Plinith Impressed to F'rem
Blue Kejarth Impressed to Y'ea
Blue Revdeth Impressed to T'moan
Blue Hioth Impressed to D'rui
Blue Mowleth Impressed to R'ah
Unstoppable Green Tertiath from the Violet Egg Impressed to Minno
Love Struck Blue Isoeth from the Bittersweet Egg Impressed to R'shal
Beneath the Surface Green Ghinath from the Stone Egg Impressed to Ixiara
Green Niwath Impressed to Zigua
Green Tofoth Impressed to Alliak
Green Pevorth Impressed to E'gin
Green Fazath Impressed to O'don
Green Breith Impressed to R'lem
Green Soath Impressed to W'reh
The stark peaks of Telgar stood out against the blood-red dusk sky. Rukbat had already disappeared and the only colors left were lingering reds, oranges, and golds, masking the dark gray clouds floating lazily across the sky. Snow was piled in huge drifts throughout the weyrbowl, but the snow fall had already stopped for the day. Only chilling breezes stirred the air, shaking the snow out of bare tree branches. Already the Weyr was settling down for the night. Drills had ceased once the bulk of the light had disappeared from the sky, evening sweep riders were coming in and trading with the night sweep riders, and most of the weyrfolk had had their supper.
In the hatching cavern, the distant sounds of socialization could be heard and the calls of dragons in the weyrbowl. Svrieth shifted uncomfortably on her perch, her whirling blue eyes transfixed on her eggs, which were just now beginning to twitch. She had to rally her spirit up to start the traditional hum, which reverberated throughout the cavern. It carried out, picked up by the other dragons throughout the Weyr and firelizards too. Almost as soon as she had sent out the call, Oweth winged in overhead, alighting on a nearby ledge and proudly overseeing the clutch he helped to create.
O’kor dashed in, looking disheveled, about ten minutes later, and without Delina. He paced around the sands, watching as the eggs rocked back and forth in vain. His eyes strayed to the galleries, which were filling up with weyrfolk, and even a few dignitaries from around Pern that had responded quickly to the drum announcement. Please, let this go over well.. he pleaded to himself, wishful thinking. Just then the candidates were led onto the sands, all dressed in ankle-length white robes and sandals to protect their feet from the sands. They looked like a scruffy bunch, to O’kor, but he could never tell just how these things would end up. Hopefully no one Impressed from the Stands – that’s all they needed, a scene!
He blew onto his cold hands and rubbed them together, hunching his shoulders as he stood off to the side, waiting for the Weyrwoman’s stand-in and the Weyrlingmaster to get there.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:04 pm
Rashal rushed quickly as he heard the call. He made his way to the hatching caverns, through the corridors, only losing his way twice as he ran. Soon, he found himself safely out on the sands. He watched as the egss rocked back and forth, the dragons within tryong desperately to make their way out. He hoped beyond hopes that he would be able to Impress one of them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:07 pm
Onie
The icy air bit Onie's nose and fingers as she was lead into the Hatching Sands, though the warm rush of air quickly enveloped her and dispelled the cold. The Candidate was satisfied to see that the robe of white she had been dressed in fit her properly. So few dresses and robes did, due to her unwomanly height. Her sandals were laced tightly, and Onie was grateful for the warmth filtering through the soles. Her feet, once chilled, took forever to defrost.
Onie took her place on the Sands beside the other female Candidates, her hands clasped in front of her and her back erect. Her hair had been left loose, it's waves rippling down her shoulders. She was the picture of calm and composure, though her insides were trembling with anticipation. She let her eyes roam over the eggs and watched them twitch with a giddiness most uncharacteristic of her. Tonight, she would know. She would find out if she was as acceptable as Hath thought her to be. Her soul cringed as she wondered if the brown could be wrong. She certainly felt the least qualified to be Standing. She knew that she looked gangly and had a feeling that the rest of the Candidates thought her stand-offish. Well, tonight she would know.
Her giddiness spread through her entire body, the rest of the chill from the night air dissipating. A wide smile adorned her face. After all, this was a Hatching. Whether she Impressed or not, creatures were being born. New life, new potential was coming to Pern.
B'ron and Hath
B'ron's Hath flew him into the Sands and deposited him near the Stands before taking his place on a ledge and beginning to hum. B'ron found a spot near some other riders, his keen eyes finding his foster sister and a few other Candidates he was acquainted with in the loose semi-circle around the eggs. He snorted as he watched Onie. The girl was smiling and not standing as rigidly as usual. Perhaps her short time in the Weyr had already influenced her.
The brown rider felt almost as excited as the hopefuls below. New dragons in the Weyr! New riders! He found himself grinning, too.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:08 pm
Minno was just about to go to bed when her firelizard began to hum. The nearest candidates looked at her with interest.
"Capna what are you doing?" she hated being the center of attention.
The little firelizard was joined by others in the barracks, and soon leaped to her shoulder and showed Minno pictures of eggs.
"The eggs are hatching!" she said out loud. Everyone soon scrambled for their white tunics as the candidate master came in to lead them to the sands.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:18 pm
The coming of night held in it such pretty colors on this eve, fire dancing across the horizon. The snow gave off a faint glow, a slight mimic of the glorious sky. The woman watched from her weyrledge, curled up between the golden forelegs, resting gently on one as they both watched the horizon. Her pale fingers traveled up and down the hide, head resting gently on her other arm.
Slowly, Hannele became aware of a gentle noise, too common, and yet special in its own way. Not long after she heard it, Elenneth's head perked up slightly, the hum catching in her chest, reverberating through their weyr. Her 'rider refused to move, and Elenneth's head dropped, gently nudging her. If Svrieth's cannot make it, you need to go and stand by Oweth's for her.
Hannele's head dropped slightly, pressing her forehead against the hide, but she soon brought herself up. Now was not a time to be worrying about her friend; she should be happy for the future Weyrlings. She needed to be. In a matter of moments, she garbed herself in muted colors - this was not her ceremony, the attention did not belong to her - and started jogging through the Weyr to the Hatching Cavern.
The candidates had beaten her, and she couldn't help but smile down towards them, the clutch, and Svrieth, in all her glory. Turning to look to O'kor, she made her way down to the sands, walking on with all the confidence on Pern, curtsying to Svrieth in respect, as though she belonged there, though a deep pit in her stomach told her otherwise. You are doing what you think is best; he can ask no more of you.
As she neared the bronzerider, she swept into another curtsy, bowing her head. "Weyrleader O'kor, is there anything you would have me do?" Hannele reigned in a million questions about Delina, about the Gather. This wasn't the time nor the place. This was for them: the candidates all dressed in white. It was impossible not to feel some sort of nostalgia, to not feel the excitement when it had been her. With that in mind, she would let them have their night.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:21 pm
 L'Von
L'Von stood in the stands with all of the other weyrlings watching the candidates circle around the hatching grounds. He felt a new excitement coming from Sukarth, and Hero who was perched on his shoulder. He reached up and rubbed Hero's head, and saw the many facets in her eyes swirling with colours, and heard her start to hum.
L'Von looked at the group now surrounding the sands for the candidates he'd met in the forest.
He waved down at Epeelyn, Rashal, and Zaira knowing exactly how they were feeling. He'd felt that way just six months ago. What do you think their chances of impressing are? he asked Sukarth, knowing his dragon was too excited to reply by the feelings that were washing over him. Bethany  Bethany hurried down to the Hatching Cavern when she heard the eggs were starting to hatch. She climbed into the stands and headed towards the top row, so she could get a better view of the hatching. She listened to the general chatter and everyone, and felt the air of excitement. Having been raised in Fort Weyr she knew all of the rituals involved in a hatching. She looked down at the sands and saw the eggs, and the new group of candidates. 'Oh I do hope they make it through this impression.' she said to no one in particular.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:24 pm
The day had proven a portentous one, from the moment she'd stirred from her restless sleep some hours before dawn. Her limbs had felt as heavy as lead, her head pounding with the remnants of the headache that had accosted the night prior - but there was an inexplicable itching in her arms, and her legs, that drove her to rising from her cot and sleepily splashing her face with a grumble. There would be no more rest for her, she knew her body well enough after nineteen Turns to judge accurately its fickle moods.
The rest of that morning, and the productive afternoon that followed was spent on menial labor and mediocre chores. Since the tuber fiasco, the Kitchens staff had known better to let the young woman out of their beady sights - it was back-breaking labor for this one, scrubbing until the floors bore not a speck of dust. Ichidou silently endured it all, determined to prove herself as capable as the next warm body. She HAD made the promise to keep her temper in check, even if it meant sacrificing all other emotion along with it. There were stumbling blocks, but she stubbornly persevered. What else did she have to do? She didn't have friends, and no hobbies to consume what little free time she was granted. Might as well put herself to use...
Things had just begun to die down, when Ichidou sat down to take a late supper. Before she could even bring a spoonful of stew to her hungrily gaping mouth, however, the flagstones beneath her feet suddenly hummed to life, reverberating in accompaniment to the full-bodied thrum of anticipatory dragons. The girl's starkly blue eyes widened, the spoon clattering noisily on the crumb-strewn tabletop as her mind frantically dug through its bank of memories, recalling a particularly important snippet from lessons. 'The dragons' hum means the eggs are Hatching'. Sitting there numbly for one moment, coming to grips with the surge of emotions that followed, Ichidou stiffly rose and bolted for the barracks, several surprised drudges following her with curious looks.
She was going to be late! Even as she haphazardly shucked her work clothes for the finer stuff of the candidacy robes, Ichidou's stomach churned. She hadn't had a bite to eat since breakfast, and shards was she clumsy! After finally managing to shove her arms through the appropriate holes, and exchanging her sturdy boots for flimsy sandals, she stumbled in the direction of the Grounds. The halls were so bare! Everyone must already be there. Swallowing back bile, Ichidou hastened to make up for lost time. She couldn't forsake this one opportunity, everything rested on it. How shameful it would be, to not even take advantage of the chance!
Finally, at last, hard packed snow and earth gave way to heated sand, and with her footing compromised, her pace slowed to an awkward crawl as she minced across the Grounds, her eyes downcast in a show of uncharacteristic humility. Her face burned red, and not just from the heat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:30 pm
Minno couldn't help but feel excited on the sands. She looked around at all of the candidates. She could point out Falin, and Aleerna was standing right beside her. Right she was just glad that Capna wasn't on her shoulder because there was no telling how he would react.
Minno whispered to Aleerna, "Good luck."
She looked around again and saw another candidate come in late. Well, it's better late than never, she thought.
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Weyrwoman Onie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:35 pm
Of all the eggs rocking, shaking, and twitching, there was one that stood out from the crowd, and not only for its vibrant lime-green coloring. It was time, time for the hatchling inside to find its way out. Svrieth warbled happily to her offspring, watching with keen interest as the first egg started the long journey to Impression. Yes, she was proud, and so was Oweth, preening for all to see.
O’kor started to roll up the sleeves of his jacket, exposing his forearms. He turned in time to spot Hannele coming towards him and he gave her a respectful bow of his head in return. “Good to see you’ve come. I think the Weyr needs to see some sort of good sign. Delina is not feeling well still, you see,” he said with a frown, and the unspoken words were there in his eyes. “Svrieth probably feels bolstered by your presence as well.” Moving from foot to foot, he sighed and grinned, turning the morose moment into a lesser one. “How is Elenneth? Jealous, is she? No doubt, she’ll be rising for us soon. She’s always had beautiful clutches, that one.” His laugh cut off in the middle as one of the eggs gave a lurch.
Attention grabbing from the start with its powerful rocking, the Lime Egg already showed promising signs. The quick, jerky movements were very eye-catching, causing much conversation as people tried guessing just what color dragon the fragile shell held within. Speculations were soon confirmed as the shell literally exploded, sending sharp shell shards everywhere in the sand, leaving a heaving brown breathing harshly after his exertion. Already bulky, it was apparent he’d be a hulking behemoth as an adult if his large hatchling size was anything to go by. After a quick survey of the area, the brown set off at an awkward gait as he began to move forward.
 The Soldier Brown Hatchling
Large and hulking, there is nothing at all streamlined about this brown. He is built for one thing and one thing only; and that would be strength. Neck is thick with muscle, competing with his hindquarters for width, with forelimbs not far behind in the running. A large barrel chest juts out, allowing him to draw in sufficient amounts of air to fuel his packed muscles. His gait will never be considered graceful, but short wings will allow him quick turns in the air despite his bulk. The brown will never be the fastest, but he will last; endurance is a big thing with him. Muted umber coats muscles and thick bones, flowing seamlessly over the dragon’s entire body with no variation to relieve the even hue. Only the wing membranes seem lighter, and only because of their thinner quality. He’s not pretty, but his fierceness more than makes up for the lack.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:35 pm
L'Von
L'von looked at quivering egg on the sands,watching the shell start to explode. He's a brown Sukarth! he said excitedly to his dragon as he watched the dragonet lumber from it's egg. A powerful one too by the looks of him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:35 pm
The moment the hum started, he had begun pulling his white robe on and kicking his boots off to wear the sandals, cursing silently as the cold kissed his feet. It wouldn't be so bad, he knew, once they got on the Sands. While he felt happy for all the new candidates, as he surfaced through the sea of white, pulling his red hair out of the containing cloth, he knew better than to be all giddy.
Liamarc did not, not, not resent being left Standing. As far as he saw, it was supposed to be that way. On the other hand, he couldn't help but be unimpressed - hahahaha - after so long. He was excited, yes, but he couldn't be hyperactive anymore. Four years started to weigh on a person.
When they walked into the hot cavern, he felt his heart stop. The eggs reminded him too strongly of what he wanted, and the fire of desire nearly engulfed his system. Silently, he wished, hoped that today would be the day when he could stop getting as excited as a child and could start feeling reminiscent. Today, today.
He took his place as practiced as he always had been, eyes on the eggs, hungrily devouring them, looking for any movement that might be among their numbers.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:41 pm
Onie
Onie's eyes were caught by the lime green egg as it began to rock. As the shell burst, her eyebrows raised in shock. Shards, but the brown dragonet was huge! The girl kept on her toes, ready to move out of the way should that rollicking gait prove to be dangerous.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:45 pm
Minno couldn't help but stare at the new hatchling, but soon her attention was drawn to the other eggs as they began to shake violently. Which, if any, will be mine? she wondered
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 3:45 pm
One egg seemed to be moving faster, the movements were almost twitchy. That one, Liamarc guessed quickly. His mind raced to place a color - green or blue, he'd guess, not to mean any disrespect to the dragons, since lower colors were usually more looked down on to be the first out of their shells.
He was surprised when he saw the brown, he had totally called brown, right? It was a dark shade, beautifully so. The build of the dragonet wasn't necessarily gorgeous, but he would be amazingly strong, if Liamarc's bet was right.
Watching the awkward gate warily, Liamarc prepared to move if need be. That looked fairly clumsy, and he didn't want to get knocked over this early into the ceremonies.
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