For the First Time in Forever {Nialeeth's Hatching!}

[Serah]

76.04.17 || Early morning, just before sunrise || ISW Hatching Sands

There was a light drizzle going on. To top the drizzle, it wasn't even remotely light out. Which made Nialeeth worry all the more that something was going to happen and she was going to miss something important. So, Acele had some of the drudges bring in some glows. When they had finished bringing the glows, Nialeeth relaxed slightly. That is, until she saw the egg that was far from the other eggs twitching. The Aurora checked the other eggs as well, and they were twitching too.

Nialeeth got up after that, stepping a few steps away from the eggs. Though she didn't go too far from her eggs. Her hum began low, but grew to be quite loud. Candidates! Oh Candidates! My eggs are hatching. You're needed here on the Sands right now! Get ready to see my babies come see you. She called to the Candidates.

Acele would be glad to be away from this place with how long she's been here. Though, she did kind of wish that the rain would have held off until after the Hatching. There wasn't anything she could do to change it. Then, she noticed the two front eggs move, and hoped that the Candidates would get to the Sands soon.




((OOC: Here's a picture of the Clutch, for anyone that would like to see it. :3))

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Rallin walked down the corridor, one hand sitting on Rallisk’s neck, just behind her head. It was nearing the end of their duties, soon their shift would be over. Rallisk came to a complete stop, head snapping around to point towards the right side of the corridor. For a moment, neither Rallin nor the massive Black wher moved, then Rallin heard it too: humming, a deep throbbing humming. Only one thing hummed like that. Nialeeth’s clutch must be hatching.

“Come on Rallisk, let’s see if we can get somewhere where we can see what’s going on.” Rallin turned and strode off, Rallisk following along.

[Breeze]

Fianna didn’t know what had induced her to take a walk outside before the sun even rose, but she had ended up being caught in the slight drizzle that formed, and had thus returned to the inside of the Weyr to attempt to warm up. She had just sat down with a warm drink, fur lined jacket pulled tight around her and hair slowly drying when she heard the faint sound of what seemed to be humming. It was only when it grew louder that Fianna finally realized what it was.

“Shard it all!” The cup flew across the table with the exclamation as Fianna jolted to her feet, rushing back to the Candidates barracks as fast as her feet would carry her. Her mouth grew into a thin line as she threw on the white robes that she was meant to wear for the hatching. They did nothing for her form, and she didn’t necessarily like them, but tradition was tradition, and she knew that if she showed up without them to stand then F’ri—if not other people—would most likely be displeased with the action.

While nothing could be done about the clothes, Fianna was at least determined to not look like she had just run in from the rain. Of course a Hatching had to happen when she was least prepared, the thought weaved bitterly through her mind as she quickly worked to braid her hair—ignoring the tug that such an action caused on her wet hair. She gave herself another once over, before giving a shrug. This would have to do, if she did any more then she ran the risk of being late for the Hatching.

Fianna paused before the entrance of the sands. She tugged slightly nervously on her braid, before holding her head high and entering the area. She curtsied politely to the Aurora who was the mother of the clutch—offering thanks for the chance to impress a dragon—before moving to stand near the edge of the Sands.

[Kaya]

Eira loitered on the edge of the kitchens with a mug of strong klah in her hands. She had the morning shift that day and if that girl running from the table was any indication, the infirmary was going to see more frostbite and chills than she cared for. And that was the best case scenario. If it didn't kill them then it lightened up the work load, they probably would gain the good sense to stay in doors. Well, actually, if it killed them she'd also have less work to do... She finished the cup in one oversized, unladylike swig and left the mug on the counter. She had work to do, and dragon Hatchings were none of her business when she wasn't on duty. Usually, anyway. She made allowances for Thoth.

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Maelinne strode through the tunnels while Saith lurked behind. He was getting bigger. His intense desire to go observe the Hatching had struck her as odd, but such things were to be expected from her Grey. As she approached the Sands from the awe inspiring tunnel that allowed even the largest dragons passage indoors, she saw a rather miserable looking man in something like a fur coat. Or what had at one time been such a coat.

"Sir?" she asked with a bit of surprise when he caught her staring at his coat.

"Freezing rain, little lady," he snorted in a gruff tone. The hairs of the coat were occasionally visible sticking up in the ice that glazed every exposed inch. "I wouldn't go outside today if'n I were you."

Nodding hastily Maelinne picked up her pace. His mannerisms felt just slightly off, or maybe that was Saith in her head again. The Grey must like such an unusual presentation. At least, she hoped such weather were unusual. It looked extremely unpleasant.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

L’van strode down the hallway, Thoth walking beside him. Even at Thoth’s current size — he measured nearly 21.4 feet from point of shoulder to base of tail — the tunnel still seemed enormous. It had been designed from the necessity of accommodating at least two of the largest dragons (L’van still thought it was ridiculous that Queen dragons were larger than Kings), though in actuality it was of a width to accommodate four of them, and as for its height… well, there was plenty of room, leave it at that. As such, he didn’t even notice the girl (a weyrling from the most recent Hatching, the one won by a woman!) and her tiny little Grey until he heard someone commenting on the freezing rain outside. Glancing over, he snorted. The fool had certainly managed to discover frozen rain, though at least he’d been properly dressed for it.

Speaking of properly dressed… L’van turned slightly and jerked his shirt down and left, rolling his shoulders to settle the knots on the jacket properly. Even with the Sands enclosed (and producing heat) it could be cool in the stands.

There must be some kind of rule, dragon hatchings can only occur at ridiculous hours, L’van grumbled, half to himself and half to Thoth, who, naturally, didn’t choose to dignify it with a response. They parted company upon reaching the stands, Thoth flying across the cavernous chamber to join others of his weyrling class, while L’van struck out for the seats at the very edge of the railing and close to the eggs, which was where all the action would take place.

[Serah]

It seemed as if the eggs could wait no longer. At least, the green egg in the far back couldn't. It rocked and it rocked as the dragonet inside tried its best to get out. Finally, the shell gave way to reveal a Purple dragon. Boy did this dragonet have a ton of energy. He bounced around and around the Sands near his egg, then he looked over at the Candidates gathered. He knew he would need to pick, but he wouldn't pick right this moment. He was having way to much fun!

The young Purple wondered why his siblings weren't coming out to play with him. He wandered over to the other two eggs, pushing his nose against each one. When neither would hatch fast enough for the Purple's enjoyment, he bounced off to the next thing he would do. The Purple went up to the Candidates, finally ready to look for his lifemate. He looked through the boys, and they were all wrong, in his mind. He wanted someone else! Then he went to the girls side of the Sands.

That's when he found her. She was exactly what he was looking for. So, he stopped right in front of her, eyes whirling rainbow, and spoke to her. Oh Fianna! Your Lafth is here. Let's go play! Or get some food. But definitely play! The Purple said. He began to bounce away, looked back, and said one more thing to his new rider. Hurry! It seemed his impatience was getting the better of him.

In the background, one of the eggs now had a hole in it. It was not a large hole, but it was definitely big enough to fit a young dragon's leg through. There could be another dragonet on the Sands soon. But for right at that moment, only a bright green leg could be seen sticking out of the hole in the red egg.


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Name: Lafth {Laugh - th}
Hex color: 926e97
Adult Size: 29 feet
About: Lafth is the smallest a normal Purple gets, standing at 29 feet when he is fully grown. His hide is all one light purple color. Not quite lavender, but could be considered close to that shade. This is a Purple on the whimsical side. To him, everything is a game. He can take absolutely nothing seriously. It will take someone of great will to make him learn how to be serious. He is also very impatient. Waiting is something that he has no will to do. Though, he absolutely loves to make friends. Anyone he can talk to Lafth will try to befriend, be they human, dragon, or otherwise. He may not understand that everyone might not want to be his friend, but he will eventually learn.

[Breeze]

F’ri we are going to miss the hatching entirely.

“Five more minutes Esheth,” F’ri grumbled, rolling in his furs and tucking his head under them.

You already said that. We are going to be late!

F’ri jolted at the slight amount of irritation that was in the Aurora’s voice. That was unusual, he couldn’t remember a time as of yet where the Aurora had ever been irritated with him. “All right, all right.” He removed himself from the warmth of his bed, pulling on the first clothes his hands landed on. “I’m sorry that I’m keeping you from the hatching, I didn’t know it was important for you.” He did nothing to hide the bewilderment he felt from Esheth.

It is always important to welcome the new ones into the world. Esheth stated, flicking her tail back and forth slightly. It is an expected formality. We need to be there. Besides, your sibling is standing today, is she not? You should not miss it. It would be incredibly rude.

“I, ah, yes, Esheth, you’re quite right.” F’ri mumbled as he began the journey to the sands.

There is no need to speak aloud; you can just as easily use your silent words with me. Esheth corrected, it will distract people in the hatching.

“I—“ apologize Esheth. F’ri raced a hand through his hair, only just beginning to realize how much his slight lapse in his knowledge of formality had affected his dragon. He only hoped that she would forgive him sooner rather than later. His dark blue eyes danced around the stands, landing on the odd Gray that had been Esheth’s hatching. “Would you mind if we sat with you?” He addressed the Gray’s rider politely, glancing towards the sands as the Purple emerged from its shell.

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Fianna wasn’t necessarily experiencing the feelings that it was normal for Candidates to feel while standing for impression. She recognized the air of hope and excitement that lingered among the other men and women present, but she wasn’t exited. She wasn’t timid like some of the others either. She simply wanted the hatching to be over so that she could go finish warming up.

It wasn’t like she was going to impress anyway, and it wasn’t like she cared whether or not she impressed either. Fianna had come to the Weyr to experience something new, something exciting. Something she hadn’t found quite yet—finding that dusty old room had been briefly exciting, but she had quickly lost interest.

No, right now Fianna simply wanted to go back to the dining hall and drink some klah and then head to bed to take a nap.

Come on, hurry it up. Her eyes remained fixed on the eggs, an eyebrow arching as the green egg rocked a few times before cracking open. Now, that was an interesting color for a purple—a lavender that wasn’t quite a lavender color. It was pleasant, if a bit of a dusty color. Her blue eyes shifted to the other eggs, suppressing a laugh but not the smile that tugged up the corners of her mouth as she saw her half-brother enter rather late. He must’ve been sleeping. Fianna’s eyes stuck on his dragon—now an Aurora, that was an interesting dragon, there were so many possible coloration, so many different ways that—

Oh Fianna! Your Lafth is here. Let's go play! Or get some food. But definitely play!

Where under the double moons had that voice come from? Her eyebrows knit together slightly in confusion, before her eyes widened. She had impressed! Well, that was certainly something new and exciting. Fianna allowed the sly grin to occupy her face, watching as Lafth bounced right on by her pausing in his path to turn back towards her.

Hurry!

“I’m coming, I’m coming, hold onto your runners.” Fianna laughed lightly, moving to follow her new partner.

Oh yes, this was definitely going to be something new and interesting.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

L’van leaned forward slightly, eyes fixed on the three eggs. This should be over particularly fast. It seemed almost a waste of time, but… pride of bloodline and of fighter required proper respect for traditions. Riders attended Hatchings, therefore L’van was here. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a late-comer arriving. He didn’t have any classes with the boy, so he too must be from the most recent clutch, like the young woman he’d passed earlier in the hall.

He is F’ri, of Aurora Esheth.

L’van made a mental note of the fact, before dismissing the slightly younger man out of hand and returning his attention to the Sands. The other youth wasn’t hopeless when it came to muscle, but he was a total shrimp height-wise. L’van immediately took a pronounced satisfaction in being so very much taller than the other.

[foulee]

Larsley glanced once more in the mirror. He smoothed his hair back and, satisfied with his appearance, proceeded to the hatching grounds. He was a light sleeper and the humming that reverberated throughout the weyr was enough of a wake up call for him. The excitement of attending his first hatching as a candidate was enough to purge any desire for food from his mind. Unlike many a candidate, Larsley only wanted a close up of the hatching. He didn't need a dragon, there was too much responsibility when it came to dragon riding. And it would push his plans to travel Pern back by two or more turns if he did. He was only here because it was closer to the action. Normally he'd have reservations about standing. If there was anything that ruined a good hatching, it was the maulings. but Nialeeth clutched only three eggs, greatly reducing the chances of a serious, even fatal accident.

He had to keep one hand on the wall while he made his way there, his vision wasn't good for far distances and he'd mentally mapped the weyr from the curves of the walls. His fingers glided along the wall as he continued his steady pace. He'd only just woken up and didn't have enough energy to sprint. Letting out a loud yawn, Larsley finally found the entrance to the sands.  

This might be the only hatching he stood for, if he wasn't mauled first he might end up impressing at another. He approached the hot sands, bowed and thanked the aurora, even if he wasn't here for any of her children, and took his spot. 

The green egg far in the back released a purple. Those weren't common and Larsley 's gaze followed the hatchling to his bonded. He seriously couldn't believe he was here, actually witnessing this up close! His eyes quickly scanned the other two eggs. The hatching would be over soon, unfortunately, but he'd enjoy it while he was here. There was some movement of the red egg. He could already see a green foot poking through.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Rallin, walking alongside Rallisk, emerged into the back of the stands. He didn’t normally attend Hatchings with the wher, but she was clearly interested in the proceedings, neck stretched out and nostrils flaring. Of course, he did stay closer to the back, owing to the larger concentration of glows (a necessity in the cavern where the Sands were) towards the front.

Leaning against the wall, he scratched Rallisk’s head and settled in to watch. He saw some of the candidates arrive, and then a very light colored Purple Hatched, leaving the Sands with one of the girls. He didn’t know any of the Candidates well this time, though he did occupy himself in a quick scan of the watchers, looking for T’ruk. He’d already spotted Aurelav, but where was…

Rallin grinned. T’ruk, it seemed, had managed to find himself a couple friends to sit with, which was all to the good. The boy needed that.