Temperanth's Hatching [73.13.21]

[Shoki]

[73.13.21] - Early afternoon

Hedara are you perhaps ready?

Hedara leaned back in her chair, holding a half finished roll. She was taking her midday meal, which was not quite done. However, she mulled over the feelings coming from Temperanth. Excitement, and a hint of nervousness. Well, perhaps she might as well be done. It sounded like something joyous was going to start soon. Hedara smiled just a little at that, but there was still a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't anything she could fix, so she merely cleaned her place and headed toward the Hatching Sands, where she knew the Ice would be.

As Hedara entered she looked around quickly, just to be sure. The place looked fine, the eggs all in their place, everything in shape. Of course, the large dragoness was hovering over the eggs, though she looked up when Hedara arrived. To the sides of the sands, Hedara caught the glint of reflective ice, something that had been a part of hatchings at the icy Weyr long before humans returned to it. It still happened now, that a dragonet would decide against bonding to a human, though not nearly as many as before. Still, what both Hedara and Temperanth wanted, was not necessarily that the dragonets impress humans, but merely that they were safe and happy. With that in mind Hedara looked back at Temperanth, raising her eyebrow. Well? The gaze asked. Is it time?

Temperanth looked down at her eggs. They were arranged neatly, though three of them sat closer to her then the rest. Hedara had asked about the strange three sitting there, a varied size group for favorites. Temperanth insisted that they weren't favorites. They were just eggs that needed extra love. Now one of these eggs showed signs of moving. Not quite trying to break free, merely the beginning of the attempts. The Ice began to hum, softly first, then it grew until Hedara could hear the sound. The rider smiled, just a touch more and went to take her place. The hatching was starting! Temperanth went about announcing the happy news to Varketh, though soon the whole Weyr would know. Humming dragons tended to be a hint to large to be unnoticed.

[Lark]

Temperath starts the Hatching Song.

Sayurith looked up from her perch on the WeyrHeights, the young Silverlight enjoying the sunlight which she had missed so dearly in her time below the earth. A'mir had elected to not go with her, still too afraid to do anything but stay in his room unless she or someone else tried to coax him out. The young man just had a lot to think about it seemed, and the constant buzz of his thoughts was an acrid taste in Sayurith's mind. She shivered as yet another passed, and instantly the dark dragoness swept her wings out and glided to their ledge, chirping at the shape of her rider curled up on her bed.

Get up!

The command was enough to get the blonde's attention, the man uncurling himself from the blanket and going to his lifemate. "Well girl, looks like we have a hatching to attend.....do...do you think they'll try anything during it?" The dragoness hissed, her tail slamming against the rock wall of the cavern. Her sudden burst of anger and even excitement rang through A'mir, chilling him and yet waking him up from his daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw the dragonet looking back at him with red eyes, a sort of cruel glee on her face. Oh Sayurith, how much you have changed from being imprissoned.

I would like to see them try...really, I would. We must hurry now though, we should not be late.

The dragonet ignored her injured leg, not wanting to think much about it. It was a sign of weakness if she gave it much thought, but it was strength that she ignored the pain entirely. Nudging her rider gently, more so than she had acted in the past days of their freedom, Sayurith started to humm as well, the instincts of a Queen unable to work their way out of her body. Little by little she was starting to forget the worry and fear that caused her anger and mistrust, and instead the excitement of the coming dragon children fueled her need to move.

Settling up in the stands, the pair waited for the first sign of life.

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It was time.

That single thought coarsed through Xiana, and yet she barely moved more than a few inches as she groaned and flopped back on her bed. By her side, Niro crooned and hummed with the growing sound that seemed to try and drive her to do something. Gaze shifting briefly to where the white robe was hung on the door, she turned her head away and burried it under the pillows. It wasn't that the girl was tired, really she wasn't, she just hated this. I'm only doing it for him....I'm only doing it because he's the last one here and I should please him....but I don't want to be a rider.

The harper apprentice looked finally at the bronze flit who was currently pulling at her hair, trying to get His to move. She needed to go! She needed to go to the hatching! Sighing, Xiana finally forced herself to get up, taking her time in removing her clothing and doning the white candidate's robe instead, her feet slipping half-heartedly into the shoes that came with it. "Why...what's the point Niro? Am I only to please him because he's my father.....would mother be happy if she was here to see me like this?" She was a harper, not a rider! However, she still had a duty nonetheless, and besides that thinking too much about all this and especially of her mother was bringing unwanted feelings to her.

She hated dealing with feelings, especially her own. Grimacing in disgust at the heartache she felt for the loss of family, and even more at the hatred that went in about thirty shades with it, Xiana finally yanked a brush through her mass of black curls and waves, her dark eyes deadpan in the looking glass. She supposed she looked fine, not that she really cared all that much. Shaking her head, the curls clinging to the white fabric as they ran down her back, she finally gave an unspoken signal for the bronze to stay put, knowing full well he would follow and hide in the stands anyway.

"Temperanth.....it is a..pleasure standing for your children."

She forced the words out, wishing that for everything her mother was here to watch her instead of the man that called himself her father. The rider only tried to get her to do things she didn't want to, and when she grew unhappy he tried to spoil her with gifts like Niro. It sickened her. Xiana shook her head subtly, waiting until she turned from the Ice Queen, and oh how perfect that seemed for this frigid and terrible world she lived. Her dark gaze flickered through the stands, ignoring the wave that the older man gave her, and instead locked onto a swirling red and orange gaze that looked over the sands. Sayurith. Oh, she knew the silverlight well, her rider being the son of the Lord who had refused to help her sick mother and the other holdsfolk.

One day, one day revenge will be taken on you and your kind Little Queen.....and I will smile and dance then.

[Terayne]

Mine. The quiet voice intruded on his sleep, and S'lieze shifted, an odd buzzing running through his body. Mine. It is time. Time? Time for what? A rumble of amusement ran through the Queenrider's body as his dragoness shifted behind him, where he'd fallen asleep against her side.

The Hatching Mine? she teased him, and he jumped up, far more swiftly than he probably should have, his age forgotten in the ageless excitement of a Hatching. His dragon essentially laughed at him as he swiftly changed clothes, then they went to their ledge, and the rider mounted, his dragoness soaring down to flit into the hatching Cavern and settling herself, rumbling appreciatively to Temperanth, and congratulating her on such a stunning clutch.

[Vanya]

Era hadn't been at Ice Stone Weyr for long and already she was in trouble. That's what I get for not being where I'm supposed to be... She reminded herself again, though it was a fruitless effort, nothing would stop her from her pursuit of knowledge, not even asking questions better left unasked. She huffed and rolled her shoulders in an attempt to relax, wearily looking at her still unfinished chore. Who knew mopping could be so hard!

Running her hands down her water stained tunic, she began her task anew, knowing that when done, she was Done. And so with that thought she set to mopping with a vigor while her mind played over past events so that she might glean more from them.

Thus she was interrupted from her musings by faint commotion and an even fainter noise that she guessed to be a hum. She stopped her work and tilted her head first one way then another, all the while listening to the noise. Muted words reached her straining ears, words that sounded strangely like "Hatching!" and "...eggs!". In seconds her inquisitive mind pieced together the threads and excitement began to build within her.

With a soft gasp of glee, she darted to the barracks where she was given a room to hastily change her worn attire for the less flattering candidate robe. Here she paused, the robe simply hung there making her look akin to a ghost. I know I have no shape, but this is not helping me...I wonder if a splash of color would be amiss. with that she rummaged around for a scarf to accent the steady plain white of the robe. The scarf she chose was a nice dark blue reminiscent of sapphires. This she made into a band and tied it around her left arm in a bow.

Forgotten was her punishment, now was the need, nay, desire to be present at the very event she was brought here for. Now was the time to see if she could find out more about dragonkind, by seeing if one of the hatchlings found her worthy to impress to. She took her time getting to the sands, all the more to build the bubbling anticipation. Would her mother be there? And her siblings too? Oh she couldn't wait!

Era arrived at the Hatching Sands quivering with excitement. Her bow to the reigning Queen, Temperanth was steady, though her words were all but falling over one another. "Evening great Queen! I wish for it to be even better by the end of the day, for you and for the Weyr. For me, it is a pleasure to stand witness to the hatching of your clutch!" A smile and bow for Hedara, then Era claimed a spot on the warm Sands and waited. It couldn't begin fast enough for her.

So caught up in her musings and excitement, she missed Xiana, a fellow candidate as indicated by the robe she wore. Not that Era knew any of her fellow candidates real well, she had after all only been there for a few days!

[Terayne]

She was in the middle of her chores when she felt it, an odd vibrating in her body, as if she had a purring feline on her lap, and head turned, intelligent eyes hunting for the source of the odd sensation. Nothing presented itself, so she continued changing the glows, having been given the chore because she wasn't worried about small, tight spaces. At only five foot two, they weren't an issue. That and she came from a mining family, so she had little fear of caves and dark shafts, being used to exploring them with her siblings.

The sound persisted though, the sensation, and finally Diamond turned towards where it felt the strongest, realizing she was behind the Hatching Grounds. The sensation was coming.... Through the wall? She pressed a hand to it and jumped back with a gasp, waving her hand furiously, for the sheer force of the humming through the stone had numbed it. Leaving the glows behind, she darted for the exit, her direction sense finely tuned from turns in the mines, and quickly found her way out, running for the Candidate Barracks.

She'd come of her own volition, not from being Searched, and hoping that her blood ran along the same lines as her brother and sister at Sky Mountain. It apparently did, for she'd been accepted and put down as a Candidate. As she hurriedly dressed, she was fighting the urge to bounce from excitement, though her grin was almost face splitting it was so wide. This was it! The day she'd been waiting for since she was THREE and watching Ruby Impress her Queen!

Resisting the urge to holler with excitement, she darted back out, then yelped as she felt a hand grab the back of her robes, before she was bodily pulled onto the shoulders of a massive Rainbow Queen. "We can't have you being late," she heard in her ear, and rolled her eyes, grinning, as Alasearath bolted for the Hatching Grounds, closely followed by four other dragons, all bearing members of her massive family.

Once they reached it, the Rainbow settled gently to the Sand, rumbling a respectful greeting to the presiding Ice, and Diamond removed herself swiftly from her shoulders, then stepped back as Alasearath and Ruby moved off the Sands and to a ledge overhead, settling near her brother T'paz and his Blue Oquiteth. Taking a deep breath, Diamond moved forwards, bowing respectfully.

"It is an honor, my Lady Temperanth," she said simply, and then stepped back to join her fellows, bouncing slightly in excitement and also to momentarily relieve the heat from her soles. She could make out her family in the Stands, the seven who were not Impressed or Standing this day, and she grinned, unable to help it, and looked to the eggs, wondering which would Hatch first.

The thought that she might not Impress wasn't allowed to enter her mind. She was here, where she'd vowed to be fifteen Turns ago, on Hatching Sands, and waiting for small new lives to enter the world...

[Shoki]

Kyuuki was feeding Lantern when he started to hum. The elderly woman was surprised, but not unhappy with the development. The Flame flitter himself was fine with cutting his meal short, and going to watch the hatching, as she knew he would be. She still loved watching hatchings. She decided to walk to the sands, Lantern following her with his eyes whirling in excitement.

When they arrived to the sands, Kyuuki went to take her place, finding Vallesh was already waiting for her. Vallesh knew that Kyuuki would come, and therefore gotten ahead of the curve. Lifewings didn't always feel it was right to come to dragon hatchings, or so Kyuuki had been told. However, back when she was still newly impressed to her lifewing friend, hatchings were about the only thing that Kyuuki would go out and do easily. Most other events would have to be prompted by Vallesh, so they had gotten into the habit of coming to hatchings together early in life. Kyuuki went to take a seat in the stands, taking a peek at who was already here. She spotted a Rainbow present, which was certainly news to her. She hadn't seen that color in a long time. What could have brought them here?

All of a sudden Kyuuki remembered to look around for some of her friends, and found she didn't spot them. She decided to save them spots, in case they arrived late. She hoped not, but either way, she'd make sure they had some place to sit if they wandered in much later. Some of them she didn't think had seen a hatching before, which would be exciting. She imagined just watching a hatching for the first time would be exciting. She was terrified as a candidate though. That was way back when Deathwings were still a terrifying new nightmare to watch out for. Times sure did change.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

If there was one thing Tivax had learned in life, it was how to race through narrow corridors and through crowds of people, all without hitting anyone. He’d been taking a nap, since he had all of his chores done already, and had suddenly woken up, his heart thundering in, excitement? Yes, it was definitely excitement, but why…

Tivax had looked around, wondering what was happening, then he had heard the humming. Of course, the eggs! He’d raced back to the Candidate barracks, for once heedless of what the others were saying, or might say. A scant handful of seconds later and he was zipping through the halls again, weaving around and through people and objects like it was some sort of dance.

He darted out onto the Sands, slowing to a more appropriate pace once he reached their edge. He enjoyed being the center of attention, but not if it were scornful. I’ll show them, he thought, catching sight of a couple of his most consistent hecklers. I am going to Impress.

Bowing to the Ice Queen, he moved to join the others, his eyes fixed on the eggs. He felt excitement running through him, with no way of telling if it were his own, or that of someone else.

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Smiling, Rallin herded a couple of the more rambunctious children into the stands. He caught sight of Kyuuki and waved, then climbed up the stairs, keeping an eye on Tamaruk, who was trailing off his left side with a mix of excitement and a little apprehension written on his face.

Tamaruk wasn’t sure about all the people present, but, it was a Hatching! His gaze could seem to find no place that held all of his attention, for no sooner did he spot something, than he was distracted by something else. Spotting Kyuuki, he made a beeline for her and the seats nearby, trailed by a grinning Rallin.

“Anyone out there you know?” Rallin asked Kyuuki when he arrived.

[Shoki]

Kyuuki smiled when Rallin and Tamaruk arrived, happy to have them around. Hatching was more fun with people to comment with. She waved back to Rallin and scooted to give them more room to get to seats. She noticed that Tamaruk looked a little nervous, but was fast enough at getting over to his seat, so it looked like he was fine. It was amazing how he had opened up compared with when she had first met him. Her attention turned to Rallin, as he had asked her a question.

"Not, uh, personally. But that's okay. It's always fun anyway. Know anyone down there?" Kyuuki watched as Lantern went to say hi to Rallin and Tamaruk, still busy humming. As a way of greeting he touched each of them with his snout and then retreated to Vallesh, landing on the white feather back. Big white mother was always a cozy roost. Kyuuki tilted her head to speak to Tamaruk after the Flame had retreated.

"You'll love this. Its, um, exciting to be in the stands."

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Temperanth watched the candidates come, looking every inch the gracious mother dragon. Hedara noticed this briefly but was more interested by the eggs. She was watching as movement became more pronounced and a few of the eggs wiggled properly. She counted them again, just in case. Twenty three eggs. All of them present and accounted for. Good. She breathed out a little and continued to watch people arrive. Candidates filed in, as did people who wanted to observe the hatching.

Cracks began to form in one of eggs. It was one of the ones that Temperanth had set aside, the one that had been moving first. The audiences eyes were drawn to it, waiting on baited breath for the first egg to hatch. It wiggled again, and a crack was heard as a portion of the egg fell away. A metallic gleam could be seen from inside, raising hopes that the first one to break shell would be a lucky one. Abruptly the egg shattered, spilling the dragonet onto the sands. The audience got strangely silent and Hedara bit her lip. Shiny metal gray with rust flecks, made a half rusted dragonet. A Chrome had hatched. He looked up at the candidates, then up into the stands and hissed. Quick as anything he retreated back into the other eggs, hiding from the gazes of the people. He didn't want to be seen, why had he hatched first? He knocked into one of the other eggs as he hid from the gazes, who decided that it was the cue to hatch. The egg split neatly in two as a Gray hatched, stepping out onto the sands with a little more energy then the average Gray. The little Gray male looked behind him at his brother, just for a moment before looking around. When he spotted the female candidates he started that direction to look them over.

This wasn't the start anyone had hoped for.

[Terayne]

S'lieze watched the eggs closely, feeling his Silverlight leaning over him to do the same, the massive black and silver Queen glittering faintly as she moved, as always, though not as brightly as she used to. His heart sank as the first one hatched, and he unconciously recoiled, hearing a low rumble in Xerecalth's lower belly, not loud enough to be heard, but enough to be felt. A Chrome... A Dark-born dragon, he thought, shuddering faintly. That was not a good omen. The Gray who came next was really no better, all things considered, although it seemed to have a good amount of energy for one of its hue, locking onto the girls to look them over....

Diamond was watching that egg rock and roll, and cocked her head slightly as it broke, seeing the metallic flash from inside. Ooh! What would- her train of thought stopped as she saw the dragonet, and she blinked several times. As all of her family, she'd heard the stories told by Ruby and T'paz of the Dark Weyr defeated so many Turns before, and the hues which had seemingly originated there. The descriptions were well documented, and this little one fit the bill for a Chrome, if she was recalling them correctly, all rich silvery and rusty red. He was still a beautiful dragonet though, she thought, almost defensively, hearing some muttering in the Stands. So what if he wasn't a Bronze or something! He was still a dragon, and deserved the respect of these Holders who he would one day grow up to protect!

[Lark]

Xiana watched, half fascinated in the way the eggs moved side to side in some sort of syncopation to one another. It made no sense to the average person most likely, but to her who had put it to the beat of the dragon's hum and everything else going on around her, well it was beautiful and perfect. The first hatchling to emerge stopped that emotion however, her eyes settling on the odd color's shape. No, not odd. He was not supposed to be here though, and part of Xiana wanted to love him for that. She understood what that was like, not wanting to be around for one reason or another.

However, Xiana knew the Harper tales better than some having learned quite a few of them in her studies. She knew exactly what kind of omen this was supposed to bring for the Weyr and the clutch. To be honest, Xiana didn't particularly care what the shards everyone else thought about the hatchling though. It was just another new thing wasn't it? Hadn't they already "chosen" to accept the oddities of their Weyr? What was this one's difference then? Xiana cursed under her breath, forcing the anger away from her as much as possible until only a steely reserve was left behind. She didn't want to have anything to do with any of the dragons, let alone some Chrome that should be accepted despite his origins or what it meant....how was he different from the Silverlights that "plagued" the Weyr?

Xiana flickered eyes from the dragonet to his sibling, watched the male Gray come toward the candidates, the females in particular. In the case that he walked near her, or just in case perhaps, Xiana actually stepped backwards, letting herself become more enveloped by the other girls standing near her.

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A'mir nodded subtly as the first hatchling spilled out of his egg, Sayurith crooning appreciatively to the young King. This was...interesting, to say the least. The Silverlight tilted her head, not quite sure whether to be happy that such a thing had come to be or to condemn it like some already had. Finally, the dragonet settled for hissing in her frustration and nuzzling her head in against A'mir's chest. "Easy Sayu....don't worry, everything will turn out just fine." The blonde haired weyrling looked down on the sands and let his gaze travel from one dragonet to the other, watching as the grey walked to the female candidates. What a way to start a hatching.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Tivax stared. He’d never heard of, or seen so far, any dragons like the first one that Hatched. It was, well, it looked like steel, only rusty steel, like a sword that hadn’t been cared for properly. What…? he was confused. It didn’t help that he felt almost like he disliked it on sight. Wait, that’s not me! But, why would dragons not like a hatchling? Surreptitiously, he looked around, trying to spot any outward sign, but as soon as he did, his shields slipped and he staggered, his mind reeling from sudden unguarded contact with the minds of every dragon nearby, which amounted to the entire population of the Weyr, bonus a few guests. Growling at himself, he pulled his mind away from the contact, and for a second he stood, gasping. When he had recovered, he noticed that there was another dragonet on the Sands, this one was a grey color, but without the slight sheen of the first-Hatched.

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Rallin shook his head in response to Kyuuki’s question, but before he could elaborate, Tamaruk alerted on the first-Hatched.

“What kind of dragon is that?” the boy asked, turning to look at Rallin and Kyuuki. He looked more than a little confused. Which was understandable, Rallin and Gillian had been trying to teach him dragon colors, but they hadn’t gotten around to the Dark-origin colors yet.

[Shoki]

Kyuuki looked even more nervous then usual when the Chrome hatched. She wasn't directly involved in any of the DMW business, but she had been living in the southern area when the tales had first been told. It frightened her, at least some. So when Tamaruk spoke up, her voice was quiet, littered with ums, and slightly shaking.

"The, um, color. It's, ah, called a, um, Chrome. They are, um, supposed to be, uh, very smart." She nervously brushed off her skirt, although she was unable to keep her eyes off the sands for long. As much as she was frightened, she couldn't stop watching the hatching. After all, so far, all he had done was run off and hide. Maybe that would be it? She didn't think so, but she could hope.

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Hedara was still biting her lip. She looked at Temperanth, who was watching her children still, looking at them with love. Well, she could hardly argue with that. Still, it fascinated her that she had placed that egg with two others that 'needed some extra love'. It gave her a touch more curiosity as to what the others could be.

The eggs were all starting to move now, so it was no surprise at all when one of the eggs broke open to reveal an Aurora dragonet. She was a mix of blue and magenta, though some portions of her were light enough to be called pink. She stretched a little bit before turning back to look around at her unhatched siblings. How curious. She went up to investigate some of the other eggs, ignoring her Chrome and Gray siblings. The Gray was walking around, taking a look at the girls. He continued walking until he suddenly spotted what he was looking for, and dashed across the sand, being the first dragonet to impress. The Aurora didn't notice the applause, only jumped back when one of the eggs she was investigating broke. It was a White dragoness, very small indeed. She looked surprised to see her sister, but she got distracted by the candidates. She headed over, starting on the boy's side and walking down, trying to get a feel for them.

The Chrome was still hiding. The gazes were still trained on him, or at least too many for his liking. He caught sight of an egg next to him increase its movement and snuck away from it. He was right on the money, since just then a Sunlance broke out of the egg he was wary of. The Sunlance made his way up around the other eggs then started to observe the candidates. After a moment of pondering he started off toward the girls to give them a once over.

The smaller of the two eggs left near Temperanth started to shake quickly, then all of a sudden stopped. The Ice looked down at it, gauging the reaction of the egg. After a moment of inspection she seemed to realize the egg would hatch in its own time and continued watching over her other children. The egg's on and off shaking continued, random for the most part.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Tamaruk mused silently on this new information. There must be something else about Chromes; normally Kyuuki didn’t sound that frightened. Rallin and Gillian hadn’t mentioned Chromes, but then, he hadn’t been the quickest study, so it was really a mute point. His attention was distracted from the little Chrome by the appearance of a color he did recognize, an Aurora.

He followed the adults’ lead in applauding the Impression of the little Gray. The eggs were all shifting, then yet another two broke open, revealing a White and a… Tamaruk glanced over and up at Rallin and Kyuuki again.

“Is that a Sunlance, or a Citrine?” he asked, hoping that he’d remembered the two colors properly.

“I’d go with Sunlance,” Rallin answered, smiling and ruffling Tamaruk’s hair. “What do you think, Kyuuki?” he asked.

Ayasha smiled quietly, content with, and feeling an almost maternal pride in, watching Tamaruk interact with the adults.

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Tivax remained perfectly still, his mind focused on principally one thing: trying to wall out the thoughts and feelings of an entire Weyr’s dragon population. With the small corner of his mind that was not so engaged, he kept track of the dragonets. The Gray was gone, having Impressed. There was a White on the Sands, and an Aurora, and… he thought the last of the three to Hatch might be a Sunlance, but two months of Candidate lessons had really not been long enough to learn all of the colors, so he wasn’t sure.

[Terayne]

Diamond was watching the Chrome intently, though she also had her attention fixed on the Sunlance and the Aurora. Another portion of her busy mind also tracked the White, and she politely applauded the Gray before returning to her study of the Chrome. Impression wasn't TOO big an issue for the excited Candidate, so she was more than happy to study this unusual dragonet while given the oppportunity, having seen the others at points already in her life. The Sunlance, she had to admit, was a beautiful dragon, and her head turned slightly to put him in her direct sights as well, studying him too. She still felt for the Chrome though, seemingly unaccepted. Whoever impressed him would have a hard go of it at first....

S'lieze's attention was allowed to wander from the Chrome when all he did was hide, but not far, for the Silverlightrider remembered all too well the feelings of terror elicited by the Darkwings unearthly shrieks, and by DMW's riders. The stealing, the murders... He recalled all of it far too clearly, even now. Sighing, he leaned back into his own Dragoness, who'd been only a Weyrling at the time, and she lowered her head, nuzzling his shoulder gently, lovingly. We survived the trials, Mine, she reminded him gently, and he nodded, reaching up to run his fingers along her jawline. I know. But seeing that color again brings it all back far too strongly. I would leave if I wasn't afraid of insulting Temperanth.

[Lark]

More hatchlings, more applause, even an impression. Xiana watched with an emotionless mask, her eyes trained on not one of the dragonets individually, but at the group as a whole. Every now and again she would slide her eyes over to the chrome to check on the male, but then she would look away again, uninterested and feeling odd about watching it like everyone else was. It didn't anger her that people were still whispering about the first dragonet to hatch from the bunch.......surely it didn't anger her, no she was pushing away that so it was just a mild annoyance now.

Xiana breathed in, her eyes closing to focus on the steady inhalation and exhalation of breath, her hands flexing by her sides as she shook off the feeling of worry and disgust. She wasn't going to get attached to any of this, in fact, the more she thought about it the more she was certain she'd talk to the Candidatemaster about ceasing her position of candidate after this hatching. She was not meant to be a rider, nor did she want to be one. She barely could stand the politics of the Weyr involved in being a Harper, but that was her calling as it was her mothers. Vaguely, the girl let the idea play out that she could run away and join a trader caravan, perform there. Maybe it would be good for her.

Letting her mind wander, she sunk back into the group some more, already a million miles away from the hot sands and the bustle of hatching dragonets.

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He has still not impressed....

Sayurith looked down on the sands, her whirling eyes growing more yellow with concern as she searched for the he that she had spoken up. Curious, A'mir followed his dragonet's gaze, expecting her to be watching the Chrome, but he found a surprise waiting instead. The candidate that helped us you mean? The silverlight nodded her head gently, her eyes never leaving the boy. He was having trouble concentrating perhaps, was that it, was that why he was not able to impress yet? Sayurith keened softly, hissing afterwards for caring about the spawn of the man who had imprisoned her and Hers.

Still.....You will be fine.....just concentrate.