Rise of a Legacy (Hatching!!)

[kaemi]

Eventually, Kalindan did, indeed, moves his mind from facts he had derived from the Records, removed the thought of a female riding blue from his mind (temporarily), and focused on the clutch. A blue had just hatched, his coloring particularly handsome. A lot of the hatchlings seemed more attractive to look upon than usual. From what he remembered, last clutch wasn't ugly, of course. However, they had been a bit more gangly, as newly-hatched creatures tended to be, and although there had been a few particularly handsome dragonets, there had also been a few whom had more of a drab color-tone. He didn't think there had been a boring-looking hatchling yet, and there had been, what, seven other hatched eggs?

Alright. Only three. He was overreacting, of course, and so Kalin worked on attracting the blue towards him. It didn't exactly work, as he was overlooked without much of a glance. Shrugging, the candidate turned his gaze back towards the rest of the clutch, where a green dragonet was drawing attention with her regal movements, and even more so due to the gold flecks she had in her hide. How odd! She, too, Impressed without dramatics, to one of the Northern girls. He would have to go back and search to see what the oddity of the gold specks was... but right now he was delighted by the Hatching, and so he could figure that all out later.

Oh, shells. The blue that was on the Sands at this time was being particularly brash with his movements, almost angry-like. He continued with heavy plodding down the line, trying to find His among the ring of boys. Even his Impression, when it occurred to another one of the Northerners, was sort of... odd. Kalindan couldn't resist a chuckle at the way that the blue tugged at the boy's robes, finally getting his chosen's attention, at which point the two seemed to have some sort of staring contest. Strange. However, he still applauded, before looking away towards the next eggs bound to hatch.

There was a brown, trying to escape his shell. When he finally did, he was stranded onto his back, due to the awkward position at which he had been attempting to break free. Thankfully, a green was quick to hatch, and kind enough to help his up using her tail. She was rather attractive and graceful as well, for a dragonet, and she knew exactly who Hers was. Impressing a girl who seemed simply delighted with the little one, the green made her way off the Sands while more of her clutchsiblings hatched.

The brown had already Impressed by the time that Kalin looked back over, to yet another Northerner. In his place were two more dragonets, a bright blue hatchling, and a... a black? Was that possible? No, no, it must just be a dark blue or green. In the limited light, it was hard to tell, but it seemed that the hatchling was a green. A large green, at that. She stepped in front of her brother, had a brief encounter with him, and then sauntered off to find Hers. Who happened to be yet another Northerner. Shells! From his viewpoint, a majority of the hatchlings had already Impressed to the very people who had condemned them. Or... not the very people. The descendants, then, of those who condemned them.

Shaking his head, Kalindan turned his attention to the blue, who was going towards the girls. Again? Surely not. Maybe there was a confused Northern boy hiding in the back of there, somewhere. Sure, that had to be it. But... no. A figure knelt, and when the new weyrlings stood to lead the blue out of the crowd, it became apparent that it was a girl. A Northern girl, shardit! Ludicrous! He averted his eyes, to watch a large, pretty green pass each girl with an unexpected grace. She Impressed to, thankfully, finally, a Southern girl. That's how it should be.

Soon after, the first bronze hatched. His hide was light, glittering... golden in its tints. But obviously a bronze. He went to a very young boy, very short boy... but Kalindan didn't mind in the least. It was another Southern boy; Orisyn, whom he had worked with in cleaning the barracks. That boy knew what he was doing, for sure. But now there was only a blue and a green on the Sands. The blue was stuck doing- whatever it was that he was doing, so Kalin watched as the green tried to find Hers. She was very energetic, twirling and whatever else she was doing. Oh well, at least she was doing something. Even if she did Impress to a Southern girl.

Thankfully, he hadn't missed anything with the blue. That creature was taking his time, observing each and every Candidate with an ease that most of the other hatchlings had lacked. He was almost a light-purple in hue, and he seemed to have a purpose in his pointed direction. Kalin, however, completely missed that he was the purpose, until the blue's voice sounded in his mind. KalindanMine. Your Osirith has been waiting for you. Are you pleased with me?

Blue eyes widened drastically as Kalindan took a moment or two to process the shock. “Of course,” he said, feeling a little numb as his legs were rubbed against. His hand went down, automatically scratching the eyeridges of Osirith. His blue. The blue that made him K'dan. “I've been waiting for you, as well,” he continued, still in a bit of a daze. The blue nodded, bumping affectionately against the new weyrling's legs. Let's go eat!

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Blue-green-blue-green-brown... the Hatching was going a little too quickly for Essa to keep up. She did recognize that quite a few of the hatchlings were going to other Expedition Members, which was something she found both impressive and reassuring. If they could do it, maybe she would have the opportunity to bond with a dragon, too. These hatchlings were all so... intriguing, after all. The majority of them walked with a grace she found unexpected, and they were all attractive in either their coloring or their proportions. It was a bit odd, but the qualities made the concept of this 'Impression' all the more desired.

As she clapped for Quintre Impressing a brown, a blue escaped, and a- black? was seen hatching from its shell. Blacks weren't one of the colors! Was it an oddity? Was there something wrong with the clutch? Essa heard an array of mutterings rise up behind her, but as the hatchlings continued on its way, they died down. How odd. If it was a mutation of some sort, then of course the mutterings would have continued. So it was either a common thing, or a blue or green- she sure couldn't tell.

Too focused on trying to decide which color it was, she missed the drama between the blue and the other hatchling, and only came back into reality when she noticed Nevarre escorting it off the Sands. Essa clapped loudly, glad that one, at least, of their 'fearless leaders' had Impressed. She was a little surprised that he didn't Impress bronze (which was supposed to be the dragon for leaders) but who was she to judge? She wasn't even sure what color he had Impressed.

Weren't blues supposed to Impress boys? Her suspicions were confirmed as another round of mutterings filtered around the spectators, as a blue Impressed Solera. Essabellona applauded, albeit a bit confused, before shrugging. If greens could Impress boys, as she had heard they could, then why couldn't blues Impress girls? And didn't the dragons choose, anyways? So it really didn't matter. Shrugging, she looked upon the hatching of a large green, who was... quite beautiful, really. Her coloring wasn't even the most attractive quality she had, although it was quite pretty. Rather, the way by which she moved was graceful and intriguing.

For a moment, Essa wished that this green would Impress to her, as the hatching nodded at her sagely, moving down the line of girls. Of course, she didn't, instead Impressing to a Southern girl, while a gold hatched. How odd! She had thought that there was only one gold per clutch, and this one didn't even hatch from the gold egg. Angling her head slightly, she realized that it wasn't a gold but was, in fact, a bronze. The first bronze, actually, and he knew exactly who he wanted. The first 'shiny' creature of the clutch went straight to Orisyn- the short boy who had been directing them all on the day that they cleaned the Barracks.

There was still a blue on the Sands, obviously too preoccupied to find His right now, as a pretty green dragon hatched, making her way with light feet over to the girls. She twined through the throng of girls, brushing a few, apparently with no goal in mind, until she paused right near Essa, and her eyes fell to a rainbow of whirling hues. Was this spirited, lovely green to be her own? No... no, she thought she was going to someone near her- Phae! Picking up her applause loudly, she grinned from ear to ear for her buddy, glad that she would have this experience.

At the back of her mind, she grew determined to Impress. If she didn't, then she would be terribly left out... not only had a good portion of her friends from the Expedition Impressed, but her best friend from the trip had just found her dragon. If she wasn't as lucky, she would be terribly bored. “Congratulations, Phae,” she called over the applause, uncaring if Phaerie would be too preoccupied with her new dragon to hear her. She was so glad for the other girl- she just wished that, by the end of the hatching, she could be glad for herself, as well.

By the time she looked back to the Sands, calming back down from the exhilaration of Phaerie Impressing, Essa had missed the Impression of the other blue. She saw a boy with bright blonde hair leading him off the Sands, and that was it. Was there any more dragonets currently on the Sands? She didn't think so. Around fourteen or fifteen dragons had already Impressed... so they were almost halfway done with the Hatching!

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Minelove... is that your clutchbrother? Did he find His in my clutchbrother?? Shivath asked happily. The green tried to put together what that would make her mindmate's brother to her. It'd be like having two brothers in one person... her brother's Mine and her Mine's brother. Confused, she happily devoured another piece of meat, much to Aisynn's amusement.

The weyrling hadn't been paying any amount of attention to the rest of the Hatching, completely enamored with Shivath. She had been studying her hide as she absent-mindedly fed her, listening to the green babble. However, at these words, she did perk up and look behind her, joining in on the applause for her brother's Impression. "He got bronze!" she informed Shivath needlessly. "I'll make sure to congratulate him when he finally gets over here."

Having been reminded of the ongoing events, and the fact that she had people on the Sands whom she would care if they Impressed, Aisynn angled herself so that, while her primary attention was still on Shivath, she could still see the dragonets and the Candidates, and thus, the Impressions. People were Impressing left and right, and she wouldn't be able to keep track of them all, but maybe now she would feel more involved, and possibly be able to talk about it later.

[Dragon]

Anaryn

The poor girl. She lost track of what colors had hatched. And not to mention that her head had begun to pound from her eyes nearly going cross-eyed at the startling colors that were hatching from pretty eggs. She'd had to shake her head a few times to keep her eyes getting crossed. She paled a bit when a second blue approached the girls. Another one? Was that normal? She relaxed a moment once the blue found his, apparently. She smiled. So far, all of the dragonets had hatched healthy and had found their lifemates.

She could only wonder if any of the eggs hatched a dragonet for her. She didn't even think about the Gold Egg that had been pointed out to her. She didn't think she would make a good Weyrwoman. She was sensible and reliable, and she loves children. She hoped to have another child, maby several, but she wasn't in a hurry and she didn't want to feel tied down to the expectations a Queen meant. Though she respected Raelwyn, but she just didn't see a Queen finding her worthy. She sighed and shifted from one foot to the other. The sands were sharding hot!

All she could hope for was to walk off the sands with a dragonet of her own.

H'nen and Sarkith

He was happy and disappointed with this newest clutch. It just had to hatch at night! But he was excited more than anything. He and his bronze, Sarkith, would teach these younglings to prepare for becoming ful Riders at the end of Training. And he looked forward to seeing them succeed. He hadn't been sleeping though, going over his notes and putting his current thoughts on hide when his bronze informed him of the Hatching. Selosyn, had been asleep, since she was pregnant, again with their seventh child. They would have had another child last turn but she'd misscarried. But now, she was now just into her eight month.

H'nen woke her up gently and gave her the news. She smiled at him. "You go ahead. I'm way too tired to go to this hatching. Besides, Irinn is going to stay with me, should anyhting happen," Selosyn replied, kissing his cheek as she leaned back onto the bed.

H'nen nodded. "Alright, love. I'll see you when I can." And he was out the door. He silently told his bronze to listen for Selosyn should she need them. Sarkith rumbled in agreement. Sarkith flew him down to the Hatching and landed to let his off before finding a ledge. H'nen srode to where the buckets had been placed for the newly impressed and took out a piece of hide. It held the names of all of the Candidates that would be standing for this clutch, including the young people from the North.

As the first eggs hatched, he wrote down the color and name of the dragonet beside the name of the Candidate the dragonet bonded with. With the help of his lifemate, of course. Beside Aisynn's name, he wrote green Shivath, and brown Horuth beside Dereo's name. And he did that beside each and every name as the eggs hatched and impressed. At the hatching of a brown, H'nen paused. That brown could almost be mistaken for a bronze. Almost.

Almost. Sarkith agreed, albeit reluctantly.

Upon seeing another blue impress to a girl, H'nen watched them, pensively. He'd have to keep an eye on them for a bit. See how they adjusted to being paired with male dragonets. He cheered at the hatching and impression of the first bronze of the clutch.


Impressed so far: (in order of impression)
Green Shivath of Aisynn
Brown Horuth of Dereo
Blue Seth of Ferlese
Blue Morpheunth of Ziridech
Green Eoth of Galeda
Blue Tyreth of Jerezen
Green Sulisath of Razia
Brown Odinth of Quintre
Green Nemesyth of Nevarre
Blue Lught of Solera
Green Artemth of Merielle
Bronze Rath of Orisyn
Green Freyath of Phaerie
Blue Osirith of Kalindan

[meadow]

By the Shard, another blue Impressing a girl. Ferlese grinned, feeling a bit smug that the girls were being picked over the males. That blue had even looked over the male Candidates and seemed to find them wanting. She scratched her beloved dragon's eye ridges and knelt, hugging him gently as she watched the other eggs hatch. And she wouldn't be the only female Candidate to be chosen from a blue, so she wouldn't be scrutinized as much.

It was amazing how many shades of colors the dragons were. Every one was perfectly unique. Her love of dragonkind could not have gotten stronger after Impressing to her Seth, but there was a different kind of wonder to watching the others Impress beautiful dragons of their own. None as beautiful as Seth of course, but what dragon could be?

Seth informed her, with a gentle nudge, that he wished for more food again. He began marching over to the meat, hunger whirling in his eyes, just lightly, but still she jumped to her feet, feeling guilty she'd let the Hatchings distract her. Seth forgave her of course, saying he'd been distracted as well, but it was time to eat more. Feeding him, she had eyes only for Seth, still wrapped in the wonder in being so connected to another being as perfect and splendid as he was.

[HG]

So far his reaction to the impressions was a good one. Actually he really did not care who impressed with him now that his sister had. He had plenty of friends and not all of them would be worthy of impression. He doubted that many of them had strong enough wills to really be able to control one. The small boy was still watching as another blue impressed to a girl. He did not know her, must have been one of the Northern folk. Two female riders for male dragons was...well... disturbing somehow. He liked women generally and had no qualms with them being on a blue dragon.

The actions of the latest blue to impress a girl left him wondering if the male Candidates simply were not worthy? No. He shook his head. The smallest male candidates knew better than to believe that of himself. Although as another green hatched and impressed to a girl he really began to wonder at the implications. Was there not enough variety in the male candidates or was something going to happen where male riders were at more of a risk than female? The answer to that would have to wait as he continued to watch the impressions of the dragonets.

Orisyn delighted throughout the Hatching in seeing the new and amazing colors the dragonets displayed. The next of course seemed to outshine them all...literally! At first he thought like everyone else, what a peculiar looking Queen. Then he realized, like the others, the dragon was not Gold but a Golden hued Bronze. The Bronze seemed to acknowledge the trouble he had caused his brother and then moved towards the boys. FINALLY! He beamed as the dragonet continued on his path moving boys out of his way as he went. Clumsy as dragonets were when they hatched, he really could not fault the Bronze. His little run through the Candidates seemed to stop abruptly for Orisyn. He looked into the multi-faceted eyes and knew.

Awfully short, aren't you OrisynMine? Or'yn laughed a little at the comment. “I have plenty of time to grow Rath.” No matter. Rath will get you toughened up. Let's eat, I'm starved! Or'yn felt his own stomach grumbling in agreement. He had been about to get some food himself when the Hatching had begun. Now with a hungry dragonet on his hands and his own starving belly he felt ravenous. Hopefully when Rath was done and ready for a nap, he could get something for his own tummy.

Or'yn grinned at his sister as he approached the buckets of meat with Rath. “Congratulations Aisynn!” He spoke with a knowing tone in his voice, “I told you we would impress!” The youth took some meat out of the bucket and began to feed his new dragonet. “This is Rath.” He added as the Bronze ignored the world, well..except for food.

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Vaylee watched as the new dragonets found their beloved life mates. It was wonderful to see such healthy and colorful dragonets. In her mind the lovely Aeriath had outdone herself with this one. Next time the Queen would hopefully take it easy. Wouldn't want her to tear during clutching. Which was a huge concern with large clutches and clutches with large eggs. Zorometh seemed mighty proud of himself too she gleaned, from how he stood looking over the Hatching on his perch.

She liked most of the people in the Weyr so it was no surprise that she was happy each time a dragonet impressed even if it was not to her. The brightly hued blue and almost iridescent light green found their lifemates from among the other girls. Two female blueriders in one clutch was interesting but seemed fairly acceptable considering the variety of Candidates that were provided. Women were needed now for more than just bearing children, making homes comfortable and tending crops. This thought she found comforting.

The last thing Vaylee wanted was to have a baby. Being a woman stuck taking care of a household would not suit her ambitions and she was awful at getting dirty so tending crops was out of the question. Although her thoughts seemed far away from the Hatching Sands, she was paying attention. She gasped slightly when the Gold-like Bronze shattered his egg. He seemed to know exactly whom he wanted, a good sign, since Bronzes tended to be leaders. She did wonder though that he had leaped without looking, perhaps he was not one to weigh the consequences of his actions?

One of the Northerne girls impressed the darker green that hatched even as she was wondering about the Bronze. She wanted to curse herself for not paying attention to the dragonets seeking their life mates. As the blue that had been cleaning himself finally finished, she felt herself growing nervous. He was heading for the boys and she was still dragonless. Her life mate could still be among those left to hatch, she reassured herself. Watching as the blue and his rider went towards to food. Patience is a virtue, indeed.

[franny]

Osaris watched sadly as dragon after dragon impressed and she still didn't impress. There were still more dragon eggs left, as she could now see, but with each impression her chances got slimer.

She smiled when what looked like the first bronze apeared. She wasn't sure, seeing how she hadn't been here early, but she didn't see any other newly hatched bronzes around. Only one bronze so far though... maybe more would come eventually.

There were lots of blues and greens, and even as she watched a green impressed and a blue went to a boy. There were still plunty of chances for her, and it seemed liked some male dragons were going for girls. That in itself was very strange. Male dragons didn't impress girls from what she had learned as a candidate... butmaybe that just wasn't the norm, and maybe they sometimes did impress females? If so, it gaveher more chances, though she rather thought she might end up with a green...

(sorry, failpost, but my headache isn't letting me think as well...)

[firethorne]

Though Aeriath had been generally mild and relaxed during the hatching, she now straightened, her whirling eyes becoming intrigued. For, you see, the massive Enchanting Great Queen Egg was beginning to move. It was rather slight at first, small shudders rocking the egg softly against the sands, but tiny, hairline fractures abruptly began running across the rather beautiful golden surface. All eyes were upon that egg as it moved, a tapping within gradually growing louder. Though many wished to see Refuge’s new queen, apparently the dragonets had other ideas, for two other eggs suddenly jerked mightily, loud blows landing against the shells. The first of the two was the Sweet Love Egg, the lovely pink shell breaking apart in chunks. At first, nothing could easily been seen in the darkness of the remaining shell, and so those watching were forced to wait, watching two rather small paws pushing easily against the shell. Abruptly, the top fell away to reveal a minty green head, tiny and rather dainty. The dragonet chirped once as she gazed about, her neck stuck in the hole while the rest of her body was still trapped within the Sweet Love Egg.

Meanwhile, the Passionate Love Egg had also began to move, interestingly enough, the apple-red shell echoing with sounds of struggle within. Almost as if it had grown tired of waiting for it’s counterpart to fully hatch, the dragonet within the dazzling shell suddenly pounded away at the Passionate Love Egg, a vividly bright green tail and feet breaking away huge chunks. Snorting, the green arched her neck and swung her head, shattering her egg quite effectively with every part of her body. To any observing this bright hatchling, it was obvious she was going to be a handful. Meanwhile, the Sweet Love Green was going about escaping her shell with a much more placid approach, pushing her front paws easily against the opening around her head and putting just enough pressure on the pink shell to chip away at the opening. Snorting again, the Passionate Love Green stalked over to watch her much smaller sister with rapidly whirling eyes, almost as if to say, ‘hurry up!’.

However, attention was effectively wrenched away from these two when a loud crack echoed throughout the cavern, and a large, wide fracture ran down the side of the Enchanting Great Queen Egg. The greens were, sadly, forgotten for the moment as nearly everyone within the cavern diverted their attention to the gorgeous golden shell. Almost as if receiving all the encouragement she needed to hatch, the dragonet within suddenly began her struggle anew, a golden foot smashing through the shell. Leaning forward, Raelwyn unknowingly mirrored her dragoness in every way, for Aeriath leaned closer as well, watching her daughter intently. With powerful strikes, the Enchanting Great Queen Egg was crumbling about the new queen, and soon enough the lady within was mostly revealed.

Much larger than her dame was upon hatching, the young queen raised her head and surveyed those watching her coolly, her movements slow and fluid. A lovely color danced upon her hide, a shade or so darker than Aeriath’s, and she was, without a doubt, beautifully proportioned. A sigh of relief swept through those watching, glad to see their new queen was safe and sound. Arching her neck, the gold raised her head to watch her mother, and Aeriath hummed in approval, lowering her neck to touch her nose to the young gold’s. With that brief contact, the dragonet swung her tail and easily broke the last bit of shell, stepping away from her egg gracefully. Stepping forward, the Enchanting Great Queen displayed a charm and poise that had never been seen upon the sands, her movements even more elegant than her other green sisters who had seemed graceful at the time. Prowling near the candidates with a feline-like grace, the gold arched her neck and laughed, her smooth, lovely voice echoing throughout every mind in the cavern. Pausing, her body perfectly balanced, the young queen eyed the candidates before darting forward, poetry in motion. Regal and refined, everything about this dragonet was beauty made real, her lithe body and perfect hide glittering in the glowlight. Dancing among the females, the dragonet moved among them all, dashing and darting this way and that until every girl had to turn in circles to keep up with her. Leaping past Anaryn, she left a deep gash down the girl’s leg, one that would likely need stitches when the hatching was through. Still moving through her frantic dance, the gold knocked Vaylee over, her sharp claws shredding the girl’s right leg and arm. Not life-threatening, but rather painful, those wounds would need stitches as well. Another girl received the same treatment, except upon her stomach, while Zaylee was scored across both of her legs as well. It had not been her intention to injure them, merely to play, but the queen did not know her own strength and power, and she soon shook her head, slowing to a prowl once more.

Lifting her head primly, the gold sauntered past the girls now, intent on ignoring them until she reached Hers. If they were too stupid to play her game correctly, then they were not worthy of her time. Stalking smoothly and lithely towards her chosen, the queen paused before her, neck arched and her body taut to show off how lovely she was. Ah, my Chosen, Essabellona. I shall only call you that once, my love. ‘Tis EssaMine, now. I am Rhiannoth, your dragon and Refuge’s second queen. Never forget that, my love, for we are too precious to ignore. A cultured, elegant laugh followed, flowing through her rider’s mind like wine, and the gold stepped forward to twine her tail around Essa’s ankle. We shall soon give them a show to remember, my love, but until then, perhaps food is in order?

Name: Rhiannoth (Ree-ann-oth)
Impressed To: Essa
Color: Gold
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: Beautifully proportioned, this queen certainly has her mother’s lovely build, for there is no denying how stunning she is. Every single thing about Rhiannoth is perfect, from her gorgeous face all the way to her flawless legs. The very epitome of a gold dragon, there is not one single flaw on her unblemished hide. Built lithe and gorgeous, she will one day grow even larger than her mother, standing several feet above Aeriath in size. With an innate grace and sense of poise, even weyrlinghood will not find this dragonet clumsy in the slightest. From the moment she hatches, Rhiannoth will be perfectly graceful and elegant in movement. In coloration, the queen is just slightly darker than her dame, holding the hue of a sunflower in full bloom. Her hide is iridescent, like Aeriath’s, and instead of holding the usual metallic sheen, it dances with an array of silver and gold when the light strikes her. Her stomach and paws are of a lighter hue, while her claws and neckridges are a deep, burnished gold in color.

Personality: Very much her mother’s daughter, Rhiannoth holds a very dignified, cultured air about her that is unmistakably all lady. Poised and elegant, there will not be a single dragon that could miss the refined traits of this lovely gold. Regal in every respect, she will be quite a lady through everything, whether it be wonderful or terrible. Nothing will strip this queen of her noble air. Rhiannoth will walk, talk, and move gracefully, her body sinuous and her words smooth. Extremely confident, this dragon will always take control when she wishes, and Aeriath is the single individual she will obey without question. A leader through and through, this gold has a quick mind and an intensely powerful influence. Because of her elegant and noble air, Rhiannoth is a very enchanting presence, which only makes her that much of a natural leader. Other dragons will easily see her as their queen, for her strong and powerful will is not to be denied.

This gold also adores being complimented, like her mother, but she plays a bit of a rougher game than Aeriath. Rhiannoth is a very powerful and clever queen, and she can fluster almost any dragon; bronze, brown, or blue alike. In flirtations, she is smooth and holds a masterful wit, and any dragon who wishes to verbally jest or flirt with this gold had better be quick on their paws. Rhiannoth is quite the ringmaster, playing all of her admirers with perfect expertise, charming everyone and very much the entertainer when she wants to be. Only the cleverest dragons will be able to keep pace with her when she really gets going, for she can quickly turn up the heat, and this will only make the males that much more determined to impress her. This queen can win you over easily, like an angel sweeping you off your feet, and will hold your heart. After she does, however, watch out. Rhiannoth can be quite hard to handle. To her bonded, however, she will be completely loving and in utter adoration of her chosen rider.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Gold Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 15th, From The Enchanting Great Queen Egg
Text Color: EEC900
Mind Voice: Cate Blanchett www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dr_i2w0W-ZM&feature=related

With the queen’s hatching, the two greens had been all but forgotten until now, when all eyes turned back to them. The Sweet Love Green had already broken shell and stepped away from the ruined shards, and she and the Passionate Love Green were eyeing the candidate dubiously. Glancing at each other, the two went separate ways, the Passionate Love Green heading towards the boys while the Sweet Love Green made for the girls right away. It was now quite obvious the Sweet Love Green was rather small for her color; in fact, she was the smallest hatchling so far! Practically diminutive even for a green, her body was compact and light. Trilling softly, she approached the female candidates, moving past them with hesitant, slow steps. Oh, her golden sister had made such a mess here! Shaking her head, the green threaded through several girls and paused next to a fallen candidate, nudging her softly upon the shoulder with her nose. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, VayleeMine. The green said quietly, laying down next to her chosen and resting her head on the girl’s uninjured arm. I hope you can forgive your Cupith for allowing this to happen.

Name: Cupith (Que-pith)
Impressed To: Vaylee
Color: Green
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: A soft, minty green in color, Cupith has a very gentle vibe. With such light and serene coloring, she certainly stands out amongst many of her darker sisters. Her hide darkens around her shoulders, and as it travels down the hues deepen until her paws are more of a dark sea-green. Her wingsails are the same color as her paws, while her claws are pure white. Cupith is the smallest green to hatch (and therefore the smallest dragon) from her clutch, both shorter and daintier than any other. She is small and compact, and though she is not muscular in the slightest her small stature gives her the most amazing maneuverability. Though short, her Flights will still be demanding, for many males will be hard-pressed to keep up with her dizzying acrobatics.

Personality: One of the most affectionate dragons one could ever hope to meet, Cupith is a loving and inviting personality. She utterly adores and is completely devoted to her rider, and will always have at least her paw or tail touching them if at all possible. She is a very physical dragon, preferring to express herself with actions rather than words. To other dragons, Cupith is also very warm and affectionate. All of her clutchmates will find this green to be a sweet-natured companion, and she will be friendly to anyone. Of course, she is also very touchy-feely with others of her kind, twisting her tail with theirs or snuggling close to other dragons.

Naturally, she is also quite a flirt, but Cupith is more of a sensual, soft flirt rather than a loud, vivacious one. She purrs in gentle tones, winning over dragons that would otherwise be too shy to ever consider flirting. However, despite her lovely personality, this green does have her faults. By way of her sweet temper, she tends to be slightly insecure, and absolutely cannot stand to have anyone upset at her. She will worry herself to death over some other dragon seeming to dislike her, and will annoy her rider incessantly about it. Cupith also cannot stand for anyone to be upset with her Bonded, and will tend to freak out about it.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Gold Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 17th, From The Sweet Love Egg
Text Color: A3FFCC
Mind Voice: Andrea Bowen www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMoIJ8cNmwY&feature=related

With her much smaller sister Impressed, the Passionate Love Green had already moved past the remaining boys with a huff, certain that none of them suited her at all. Snorting, the bright green hatchling turned and darted towards the girls, several of the females recoiling back as they remembered the gold doing much the same before tearing into a few of them. Blinking, the green stopped and gazed at them sadly, wondering why they were backing away from her. Didn’t they know she wouldn’t hurt them? Now moving forward hesitantly, the vivid green approached one that did not move, but watched her without fear. Oh yes, that was Hers, very close to the chosen of the Sweet Love Green. Whirling eyes upon the wounds across her Chosen’s legs, the Passionate Love Green gave a loud keen, nudging her rider’s hand delicately. Oh my Zaylee, do not worry. Aphrioth will never allow you to ever be hurt again!

Name: Aphrioth (Aff-ree-oth)
Impressed To: Zaylee
Color: Green
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: Aphrioth is a lovely green with a well proportioned body, delicate frame and refined head. She may be average in size but the similarity to other greens ends there. Her coloring is a shade darker than bright green with a heart shaped marking on her shape in a lighter green. Her eyes are large and expressive even more so than a normal dragon. Everything about her appearance is inviting. From her feminine frame to her, pearly white nails.

Personality: A lively and happy green dragon most of the time, Aphrioth is often being doted upon by male dragons. She feels she deserves their attentions and will try to get them to devote themselves to her happiness. In a way she can be more amorous than a usual green and she has a tendency to fly more often. She is intensely loyal to her rider and will do whatever is needed to make her rider happy. lively, While Aphrioth is of a good nature most of the time she can become jealous easily. The worst feeling she could have is being wanted less than another.

She feels she should have the first and most prominent part of her rider's heart. Aphrioth tends to be very passionate about things she cares for. Her feelings are strong though she really only feels one emotion albeit intensely at a time. If she is angry it will be the most angry you've ever seen a dragon, if she is happy the most happy and so on and so forth. As such she is more affected by flight lust.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 16th, From The Passionate Love Egg
Text Color: 6fb04a
Mind Voice: Kathleen Turner: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVFP3YqkKH8&feature=related

With Cupith and Aphrioth Impressed, the short lull in the hatching was quickly broken by a rather loud thumping, coming distinctly from the Lightening King Egg. With the shadowy coloring upon the shell, it was difficult to discern where the breaks began, if there were any, but the sounds coming from within were impossible to ignore. It would hatch soon, that was clear. For a few moments, the shell made it impossible to tell how close it was to hatching, but abruptly, the egg practically exploded, shards and pieces flying away at an alarming speed. Luckily, there were no other hatchlings upon the sands. How the dragonet had accomplished this was quite the mystery, but that little enigma was soon forgotten as all eyes focused upon the hatchling that now stood before them. Large, proud, and undeniably impressive, a practically massive bronze stepped forth, his body perfect and muscles swelled with power. He was proud, that was apparent in the set of his head and body, but he also seemed a bit amused at the world around him as he surveyed the awed spectators. Yea, he was pretty awesome, wasn’t he?

Chuckling to himself, the bronze approached the candidates before him, large feet thudding heavily against the sands. Every movement rippled with power across his body, but his build was not the only thing impressive about this one. An odd hue, the hatching was a bloody, red-tinted color that was rarely seen upon a bronze, a coppery hue that gave him the strangest appearance. The glowlight struck his metallic hide harshly, creating the effect of rippling blood across his body. It was macabre and beautiful at once, nearly all those within the cavern silenced at his appearance. The dragonet, however, seemed rather unaffected by the stir he had created, pushing through the candidates with powerful, heavily-muscled shoulders. He knocked over several boys as he did so, including Koldyn, and the holder cursed. Shards, hadn’t he already gotten knocked down by one sharding bronze today? Ignoring the hot looks tossed his way, the hatchling shoved his massive head against a certain candidate, knocking him off balance just enough to cause him to stumble back a step or two. You there, boy! You are now Beleren of bronze Zeuth. Know that, and know it well. He rumbled, his smooth, mesmerizing voice calm and yet full of underlying steel. This one was going to be strong.

Name: Zeuth (Zay-ooth)
Impressed To: Beleren
Color: Bronze
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: Even for a bronze, Zeuth is large. A rather massive creature, he will one day grow colossal enough to stand only a few feet under his mother in size. Not only is he bigger than the average dragons of his color, this bronze is also a practical powerhouse. Blessed with enormous muscle, Zeuth will certainly be one of if not the strongest dragons in Refuge one day. A deep chest coupled with long, powerful legs give him the endurance and speed to rival any dragon he wishes in the air. With massive wings, Zeuth will certainly be the toughest one to beat when he matures. In coloring, this dragon is also intimidating, for his hide is a deep, reddish bronze that appears almost crimson in the right light. When the sun strikes him in a certain way, Zeuth’s body nearly seems to burn in the light, his blood-hued hide gleaming magnificently. Along with his neckridges, his paws are so dark they appear nearly black, contrasting starkly against his red claws.

Personality: If you were to sum up Zeuth in a single word, it would be valorous. Extremely courageous, this bronze is not afraid of anything, and will put himself in any danger in the bat of an eye. With no regard for his own safety, this dragon thinks only of his duty and his weyr, and he makes a practically perfect soldier. His bravery will never be contested; no matter how jealous other dragons may be, no one will ever be able to deny Zeuth’s gallant personality. Along the same lines, he is also extremely chivalrous, and any green or gold alike will adore his courteous mannerisms when it comes to the female gender. Holding a deep respect for any lady dragon, this bronze will never be a shameless flirt. He will mean every compliment he pays with the sincerest reverence.

Also rather strong-willed, Zeuth will be a very powerful personality. Only queens will be able to order this dragon around; there is not a single bronze, perhaps aside from his father, that will hold a stronger will than he. His bonded will find him extremely hard to control when he puts his mind to something, and so will need an equally iron will to keep him in line. This is perhaps his single flaw; but conversely, it is likely that Zeuth will never stray in this way. He will be too focused on excelling at everything to even consider using his mighty prowess to disobey his bonded. He is a good-humored bronze, though, and enjoys verbally jesting with his rider, or any dragon who is up to the task. Zeuth may be very valorous, but he isn’t stoic, in fact he would rather be talking than anything when he isn’t busy with his duties. This bronze enjoys company, and will perhaps even talk to someone other than His if they seem interesting enough.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Gold Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 18th, From The Lightening King Egg
Text Color: AA5303
Mind Voice: Zachary Quinto www.youtube.com/watch?v=cM3tm-OsftI&feature=related

((Chris Pine candidate needs a dragon voiced by Zachary Quinto, omg yes. :3 ))

[HG]

While the already impressed were feeding their dragons, Vaylee watched with growing concern as the largest egg of the clutch began to rock. It was not much to see at first but in what seemed the new Queen would be arriving at any moment. Her attention was diverted from the Queen Egg to see the two adorable greens trying to break free of their shells. The smaller of the two was using a more patient approach. Before she knew it the second green was out and the other was still chipping away. Why the other green was waiting, she did not know.

As the Queen was finally out of her shell, her attention returned to the larger more flashy dragonet. At first she thought perhaps the Queen would be more sure footed than dragonet Queens were said to be. She was every bit the beauty her mother was but her size was going to be larger, that was certain. Larger Queen, larger clutches? She wondered to herself as the Queen came toward the girl Candidates. As Anaryn received a rather horrific gash on her leg the idea of a well balanced newly hatched Queen was pushed from her mind.

As she went to help Anaryn, Vaylee noticed a moment too late that the Queen was coming for her. She fell to the ground feeling the dragonet tear her arm and leg. She let out a gasp of shock and pain as her eyes welled with tears. Her body began to tremble even as she lay on the Sands. She reminded herself to stay conscious and using her other arm tore a good piece of her Candidate robe. Immediately she began to bind her leg wound to stop the bleeding. Her arm was also bound and she was using her own hands to place pressure on her leg where she seemed to be losing the most blood. As she did so she saw that her sister was also injured and wished she could go and help her. It was hard enough to sit up for the amount of time that she had been. Standing was or even moving seemed out of the question.

Meanwhile, the smallest green of the clutch was weaving in and out of the Candidates with and ease and grace the gold did not possess. She finally made it over to Vaylee feeling quite guilty about the whole incident. As the green nudged her, the blonde found a smile in her pain stricken body. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, VayleeMine. The green said quietly, laying down next to her chosen and resting her head on the girl’s uninjured arm. I hope you can forgive your Cupith. for allowing this to happen.

“dearling its not your fault.” Vaylee used her injured arm to gently scratch the green's eyeridge. She thought about trying to stand again and then thought the better of it. She had best wait for a Healer to come and okay her to move. Meanwhile she knew Cupith was hungry. She felt the green was hungry anyway. However the tiny green made it quite clear she would not leave her beloved rider even for food. Nodding, Vaylee let her injured arm rest at her side. All they could do now was wait.

[kaemi]

One thing that Essa had derived from this experience- and perhaps it was the only thing, but of no matter- was that the gold egg was immensely precious. It held a gold dragonet, the like of which were valued and protected at the Weyr. So when the egg began to rock and the fractures began cracking along the shell, she quickly understood why no one was paying the other eggs on the Sand any attention, and why Aeriath was becoming so attentive and involved. It made sense to Essa; the future Weyrwoman's queen was hatching, thus everyone should pay attention. However, even the progressive hatching of the gold egg couldn't keep her attention from the hatching of not one, but two other eggs.

The first one to hatch revealed a minty-green little creature, happily chirping as she tried to force her body through the little hole in the egg that her head had made. The other egg hatched more dramatically, spraying shards as she swung herself around. Despite the contrast in their personalities, they seemed drawn to one another, with the more vivacious of the two waiting for her sister to dislodge herself from the rest of the egg before they continued to find their lifemates. How sweet was that!? Essabellona wore a grin on her face (which, truthfully, hadn't come off yet. It might be the middle of the night, but this was such fun!), even as she turned her eyes back to the queen's egg. That had been a really loud crack- a sound that, to Essa at least, said “look at me! I'm ready to hatch, now”!

The first part of the gold was seen, and she was barely able to register what body part it was, before another part shoved mightily through the egg, then another, and then she was completely revealed. She was massive in her height, especially in relation to some of the small greens already seen, which was the first thing that Essa noticed. The next was the grace with which she walked. She had thought that the greens, blues, browns, and bronzes had walked surprisingly gracefully... but the gold strode around regally, not a falter to her step, not a wobble to her movement. It was astounding, making the candidate wonder if all golds were like this, or if it was just her, and the rest of this clutch, in general. The flitters, when they were hatchlings- they hadn't been so graceful, and apparently the two were closely related. And so she stared in amazement, completely taken-aback by this golden creature, until the first cut.

This lovely, regal gold had been perfectly beautiful. Her twirling and dancing, better than Essa could ever hope to achieve, brought her around a majority of the girls. Of course, the mass of them followed her movements, which made most of them turn with her, to keep her in sight. Essa was among the girls turning- why wouldn't she? It would be terrible if she missed the Impression of the golden queen... how absurd! She was, quite frankly, what a large part of the hatching was centered around. To miss that Impression would be disappointing, at best. By turning, the candidate was able to see the very first time that the gold, completely randomly, moved near Anaryn and dragged a talon along her leg. The cut was deep. Wincing at the accident, she continued to follow the gold's movements... and then she knocked a Southern girl over, leaving cuts along her arm and leg. Then another girl received similar cuts on her stomach, and yet another (whom she only recognized to be different from the second one due to their different positions) had cuts across her legs.

It was shocking to Essa. Of course she had been warned that there was a possibility of violence. And that didn't bother her so much, as the fact that the beautiful, regal creature in front of her had just carelessly ran her talons down five girls' bodies without flinching. It was a very human, and even slightly Northern, concept to be shocked, but she admitted to it. Those she had talked to had stated reasons such as hunger, confusion, and disorientation for the maulings. Looking at the gold, hunger would be the only excuse she could claim, and even then, she didn't seem particularly stricken. Still, it didn't seem to have been malicious in action, so she refrained from laying harsh judgment on the queen. She just hoped that whomever she bonded to scolded her for it, and soundly. Could you scold golds? She wasn't sure. It seemed asinine, and yet Essa couldn't imagine why you wouldn't be able to. She would be sure to ask the gold weyrling, if she knew her...

Oh, who was she kidding. She would ask her whether or not she knew her. Like any of that had ever mattered to her

The young queen had, apparently, finished mauling the girls, and was now searching to find Hers. Despite Essa's confusion about how to react to the maulings, she couldn't help but be mesmerized by the beauty and grace as she literally 'posed' in front of her. Just when the candidate was going to look around to see who the gold was posing for, the lovely thing's eyes began to whirl with a hint of rainbow, which grew rapidly, before a very cultured voice entered her mind. Ah, my Chosen, Essabellona. I shall only call you that once, my love. 'Tis EssaMine, now. I am Rhiannoth, your dragon and Refuge's second queen. Never forget that, my love, for we are too precious to ignore. The gold stepped up further, ceasing her posing momentarily to twirl her tail possessively and affectionately around Essa's ankle. We shall soon give them a show to remember, my love, but until then, perhaps food is in order?

At this point, Essa wasn't entirely sure how to react. She was in a vague sort of daze, flustered and a bit confused at what was going on. She had just arrived- she hadn't even been sure of a queen dragon's continued existence until a handful of days previously, and now she was, supposedly, Impressed to one? What was she supposed to do with a queen dragon?! Blinking rapidly, the girl asked Rhiannoth just that- “What am I supposed to do with you. You're a queen!” The gold did not require a blink to respond. Firstly, you are supposed to feed me. In fact, I insist on it, EssaMine. Secondly, you are supposed to take a step above all of this uncertainty and adore me, like I ought to be adored. In return, I and everyone else will adore you, as you are supposed to be adored. By now, the puzzled look was falling off of Essa's face, replaced instead by a look of joy reflected in the gold's rainbow eyes. “I already adore you, love. I think I always have. And I always will. In the meantime, Rhiannoth love-” there was a slight pause here, as the weyrling tried the name out, and found that it felt as natural as her own name on her lips -”I suppose we should see about the food.”

Carefully, the gold unwound her tail from her mindmate's leg, and the two strode off of the Sands together.

–

Excitedly, Aisynn watched her brother leave the Sands, bronze dragonet in tow. She was so proud of him... her brother, a bronzerider! Of course, it made sense. Orisyn- Or'yn, now, obviously- had always had the personality type fitting for a confident leader. Mostly, those were the kind of men (or boys) that bronzes chose. So this all made sense. And it shouldn't (and didn't) surprise her that everything worked out for the boy. He had that sort of luck, and it made Aisynn absolutely delighted that his good fortune had carried through today. It allowed her to now grin at her little brother, as he strode towards her with a bronze dragon.

“I should just give up whenever I try to convince you you're wrong,” she told him as he drew closer. “You told me we would Impress, and we did, to these wonderful creatures... I'll never doubt you again, little brother!” Grinning, as Shivath continued to eat (didn't she ever stop? Sure, she had multiple stomachs... still!), Aisynn realized that she'd yet to introduce her darling, kaleidoscopic green to Or'yn.

“Greetings, Rath.” She didn't think he heard her, shoveling food faster than Shiv, which she hadn't thought to be possible, but that was alright. “This is my Shivath. Oh, isn't she just lovely, Orisy... shells. It's Or'yn now, isn't it?” The male honorific would gnaw on her brain for awhile, but she was simply too delighted with both her own Impressions, as well as his, that she couldn't be bothered to care. MineMine... can I say hi to your clutchbrother, who is my clutchbrother's Mine? she asked excitedly. The varicolored green was entirely too happy with the connection between herself and Or'yn, which Aisynn found adorable, but many other people might have found annoying. That was, of course, they weren't Impressed to her. “You can, Shiv,” she affirmed, scratching the green's eyeridges even as she fed her another piece of meat.

Hello, Mine's clutchbrother, who is also my clutchbrother's Mine! the green said happily, even pausing for a moment to tilt her head in Or'yn's direction.

[Ise]

Beleren hadn’t quite understood just how hot the sands were until he was knocked on his butt by the golden bronze dragon. He quickly jumped back to his feet, shaking his hands as he tried to cool them. He hardly noticed that the bronze had gone to the little weyrbrat Orsyn but cheered along with the others anyways. It was good to see a bronze hatch though, and such an interesting one too.

Another green and blue hatched before the golden queen egg started to crack. This was the only egg that Beleren could actually watch and not wonder if it might be his dragon. And as he watched the queen dragonet lash out at the girls, he was glad that he didn’t have to be standing there for that. He had taken his share of cuts and bruises of course but being mauled by the gold didn’t look like fun, and it only seemed worse to know that the gold was just playing with the girls. But at last she Impressed to a girl, one of the Northerners too. Beleren wondered how that was going to go over with people. Beleren finally noticed the two greens that were circling around, wondering when they had hatched. At least they had waited until their golden sister had Impressed before looking for their own. He let out a loud cheer when the two went to his favorite pair of twins. It was good to see both of them Impress, he couldn’t imagine what would have happened if only one of the twins had Impressed.

Things seemed to calm down for a moment, no dragons were out looking for their bonded and no eggs seemed to be hatching. He started to relax a little, realizing just how tense he was. There had been so much going on and they were barely through half of the hatching. Beleren jumped a little as a dull ‘thud’ suddenly came from one of the eggs. It was hard to figure out which egg it was until he saw one jump a bit as another thud came from inside of it. The egg suddenly exploded and Beleren shielded his eyes with a hand even though there really wasn’t much of a chance that he’d be hit by flying egg shells.

Once he felt he was safe, he lowered his hand and saw the massive bronze that had hatched. Not only was the dragonet huge but his hide had a blood-red shimmer to it that just added to his impressive look. Only a few minutes old and already the bronze seemed to command respect from everyone, he moved with such sure confidence. Beleren watched as the dragon shoved his way through the boys, having no problem knocking some of them down. Beleren was more then prepared to move out of the way before the dragon came to a stop in front of him. His eyes widened slightly as the dragons deep voice rumbled in his mind. His surprised was quickly replaced by a grin that was replaced with a slightly more serious look. This was not a dragon who would take any fooling around and Beleren wanted him to know that he would take his new role very seriously.
“You honor me Zeuth. From now on I am B’ren of the bronze Zeuth. Now lets get you some food, you must be starving after all that.”
The bronze rumbled with pleasure at the thought of being fed now that he had found his and the two left the sands.

[firethorne]

Now that all of the excitement over the rather impressive bronze and the queen’s frantic dance had died down, the other eggs seemed to think it was time to bring the hatching to a close. Several began moving at once, three eggs comprised of the Winter Hunt Egg, the Witching Prophecy Egg, and the Mighty Sea Egg. At first, they all merely shuddered lightly, a few tremors running down their lengths and shaking the sand curling around them. However, the Witching Prophecy Egg abruptly gave a mighty lurch forward, and cracks began spreading in a spinner-like pattern away from a circular break towards the bottom. A quick, rough tapping could be heard as the dragonet within pounded on that one weak spot several times, causing more breaks to appear threading away from the flaking shell. Then, finally, a foot broke through, and many tilted their heads at this one. It was…blue but green, a rather odd mixture of both colors that made it difficult to discern which rank this hatchling was.

Another foot broke through the Witching Prophecy Egg then, chipping away massive chunks of shell from the hole. As the dragonet worked furiously at it’s prison, dark blue claws working to free itself, many watched this one with interest, curious as to what color it truly was. Finally, as the fluids began to dry upon it’s skin, the green shone through more than the blue, and many hesitantly guessed that it was actually a she, a green dragoness with an unusual blue-tinted hide. If she made any note of the confusion she created, the hatchling didn’t reveal it, merely swiping at more of the Witching Prophecy Egg until she could step forward easily. As she did, one of the other rocking eggs began to jerk more quickly, a furious scuffling heard from within. Glancing to the side, those within could see it was the Mighty Sea Egg, clearly ready to sharding hatch already!

Showing little interest in the eggs, the Witching Prophecy Green moved forward lightly with swaying steps, an odd, serpentine appearance to her body. Those who had been studying the hatchling sizes closely would have noted her rather impressive mass, the largest green to hatch other than her odd gold-threaded sister, Eoth. As the strange blue-green made her way towards the candidates, many were surprised by the sudden, unexpected crack that split down the gently rocking Winter Hunt Egg. Showing only minor signs of movement so far, no one had expected the strange, grey-hued shell to break any time soon. Yet, with sure, powerful blows from within, the egg was acquiring several breaks along it’s surface, distorting the appearance of the canine-like shadows that ran across the shell. Abruptly, one frosty green paw broke through, followed by another, until a great portion of the Winter Hunt Egg fell away to reveal the rather light-hued dragonet within.

While the Winter Hunt Green worked at the rest of her shell, the Witching Prophecy Green had moved past the boys with a dissatisfied look in her mysterious eyes. The girls perhaps? Turning, the odd blue-green dragonet moved towards them with her swaying, serpent like step, slow and lithe. Moving among the female candidates, who had now calmed down quite a bit after the gold was out of sight, the Witching Prophecy Green revealed little as she moved, her eyes and movements mysterious. No one could guess her thoughts or intentions, which made a few girls nervous. Approaching her Chosen, the green paused before the girl, fathomless whirling eyes focused intently upon the candidate before her. My Lyunne, you and I shall soar through the sky together, as you wish in your heart. I am Morriganth, and I will show you the secrets of my heart too, when you are ready.[/color]

Name: Morriganth (More-ig-anth)
Impressed To: Lyunne
Color: Green
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: The large size and bluish hue to this dragonet made it hard at first to discern whether she was blue or green. As her hide began to dry the green was more noticeable on her hide. She has a solid body, well proportioned and easily one of the largest greens on Pern. Only one green is larger in her own clutch. Morriganth is a good example of litheness and strength with a slender, long neck and tail and large wingspan for her size. She is a bit serpent like in appearance when laying down. Percieving herself to be of great worth the green always makes sure she is well oiled and cleaned, preferring to have a gleaming hide. Her claws are a dark blue.

Personality: A very mysterious dragon, it is hard to unlock the exterior and find the dragon within. She is reclusive at times an introvert and tends to let other people do the talking. In this way she knows more about them than they know about her. Even when someone thinks they know her, she will surprise them anew. What goes on behind the whirling eyes? No one will ever know everything. Even her rider will be surprised by things she can keep locked away within. Morri believes perhaps naively that people say what they mean. A broken promise to her is an arrow to her heart. She will never trust someone once they have broken a promise or told an untruth.

She dislikes being treated as if she were less than anyone else and promises herself that she will get even if someone is rude to her or her rider. Often times, she lays out plans of vengeance but does not act on them. Morriganth likes the idea of retribution more than acting on this retribution. The green is a strong flier and can last longer during training than some of her smaller counterparts. This seperation from the other greens ought to make her happy but the mysterious green is not all that vain and prefers that no one make a fuss over her. Except for her rider of course. Morriganth can be trusted with the deepest of secrets and would rather die than tell someone an untruth. She is a great friend once her trust is earned but one should not expect Morri to speak too much. The green is less likely than her counterparts to bespeak humans other than her rider. She prefers to keep her mysterious nature a mystery.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 19th, From The Witching Prophecy Egg
Text Color: 298F6C
Mind Voice: Julianna Margulies : www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFpdJ0q1hj4

As Morriganth Impressed, the Winter Hunt Green had stepped forth from her shell and was standing rather coolly by the ruined egg, a distinct aloofness to her posture and slightly raised head. This one was odd as well, a strange, frosted green in color and possessing sturdy, long legs. However, that one oddity did in no way detract from her attractive appearance, for she was quite the fascinating creature. Without warning, the green started forward, her too-long legs making her a bit more awkward and less surefooted than most of her clutchsiblings. However, despite that, she never fell, perhaps stumbled a couple of times, but nothing more than that as she approached the females, ignoring the male candidates completely. However aloof she appeared, the dragonet still knew which was Hers, and felt that undeniable, deep instinct within that screamed she must find her rider or die. Sitting back on her haunches so she was more steady, the Winter Hunt Green gazed upward, tail swaying lightly like a feline and her eyes cool. OsarisMine, you seem sad. Did you think Skadyth wouldn’t find you? No, my girl, I am here.

Name: Skadyth (Skah-dith)
Impressed To: Osaris
Color: Green
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: A frosted green in color, Skadyth's body is the same coloring throughout. The only exceptions are her lighter muzzle and underside of her wings. Her body is formed so that she has sturdy legs that are a bit long. They cause her no trouble as an adult but as a Weyrling she may find herself a little clumsy. Her claws are white and match her somewhat icy dispostion.
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Personality: Skadyth is a distant dragon although with her bonded she is warm and open. She is known to be a realist and truthful to the point of being abrasive. Cool and aloof she rarely bespeaks any but her rider and prefers the quiet of the early morning to the boisterous daytime noise. Most of the time she avoids conversing with others as they almost always take offense to what she says. A free spirited sort, Skadyth is not troubled by the opinions of others. Skadyth almost seems to revel in her freedom, especially when with her rider. She loves the feeling that she can do anything and does not feel as bound by the rules as many of her clutchmates.

Skadyth loves swimming preferring to be active rather than laze about. The green rarely suns and usually only to dry from her bath. As with many active dragons, she has a hard time staying still. However during lessons, Skadyth's head is on straight. She is well focused when she sets her mind to it. Hunting is one of her most beloved activities. She does not hunt more than she needs but she always seems to be after the perfect beast. Her rider will soon find that hunting might take this dragon candlemarks to do in her pickiness. A no nonsense sort, Skadyth is the last to think something is funny and prefers to focus on the task at hand. It might be she has no sense of humor at all.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Gold Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 20th, From The Winter Hunt Egg
Text Color: 99BF95
Mind Voice: Holly Hunter- (Elastigirl) www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5lLv0x25VM

With the Mighty Sea Egg still rocking profusely and a now irritated thumping coming from within, many watched the shell intently, rather certain that it would be the next to hatch. However, the sea-hued egg was once more usurped as the Morning Sun Egg began shuddering, silk-thin cracks running along the glorious reds and yellows of the shell. With a powerful, mighty blow, the dragonet within cracked the entire front of the egg, pieces flaking and dropping. With one more rather massive blow from it’s tail, the hatchling broke apart a good half or more of his shell, stepping smoothly past the pretty shards now littering the sands. With calm, easy movements, he began forward, all eyes now focused upon him. It was a bit difficult to discern his color at first, his hide a golden-tinted shade that could pass for either bronze or brown. His size, too, made it rather confusing, as he was either a massive brown or a slightly smaller than average bronze. Finally, though, with the fluids drying upon him, his tawny belly and smooth hide could be seen, holding no sheen, and so his brown rank was decided.

The brown moved quickly and calmly towards the boys, nothing flashy or impatient about his movements. He was quite serene for a hatchling, much like his sister Artemth, and stepped easily past the line of boys without a fuss. Lean muscle moved under his rich, honey-tinted hide, and he was undoubtedly a very handsome dragonet for his color. Stopping quickly before a certain boy, the brown turned and bowed his head deeply to his Chosen, raising wise eyes to gaze upon his rider. Ah, RolgarMine.[/color] He rumbled, voice soft and pleasant with an underlying hint of strength. I am Apollath, and I am honored to be your partner in our fight to protect those under our care.

Name: Apollath (Ah-pall-ath)
Impressed To: Rolgar
Color: Brown
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: A rather interesting color, Apollath is most aptly described as a golden brown. He is the same rich, attractive hue from his nose to his tail, a honey-tinted shade to his hide. The only variation that can be found is his slightly lighter, tawny belly and wingsails. His neckridges are a darker, chocolate brown. Not only is his coloration very attractive, but so is his conformations. The largest brown in his clutch, Apollath can look smaller bronzes right in the eyes when he matures. Built right in the middle, his muscle is neither bulkier nor smaller than the average brown, but just quite normal. One may think it would give him a lanky appearance with his massive size, but he manages to pull it off.

Personality: A very honor-bound dragon, Apollath will one day make an excellent wingsecond. He holds very strong morals and a dedication to his weyr that will drive him to push himself as he grows. When this brown gives his word, that is his bond, and he will never go back on it. He also holds a sense of personal dignity, and will not stand for anyone to ever question his honor. Through weyrling training, Apollath will strive to excel at everything, and will also expect his rider to do the same. He will imagine great things from himself and his bonded, and as he grows, this brown’s rider will find his training extremely intense.

With a sense of calm reason, Apollath hardly ever exhibits a temper. He thinks rather logically, and takes few affronts. The only true way to anger him is to insult the honor of him or His. This brown is rather talented at finding neutral solutions to any problem or situation, and is the voice of reason amidst chaos. He tends to think clearly in the most dangerous or heated of circumstances, and can break up nearly any fight amongst his clutchmates. Apollath will be a composed warrior, responding to any peril with cool, logical actions. With this rational demeanor, he will perhaps come off as aloof or arrogant, and at times he is. Occasionally, his sense of personal honor will cause him to be a bit of a ‘holier than thou’ dragon who can tick others off easily.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Gold Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 21st, From The Morning Sun Egg
Text Color: AA6600
Mind Voice: Liam Neeson www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXNVg5sfiDc

As Apollath Impressed, the Mighty Sea Egg gave another irritated lurch, throwing sand in all directions. Now, many were watching the egg with some trepidation, wondering why it was taking so long to break. Was the dragonet within too weak to do so? Was it going to be a dud? Aeriath crooned slightly, the first sound she had made since her golden daughter had Impressed, nosing the egg gently. She didn’t want to see any of her children perish. Yet, the queen felt life within the egg, despite it’s long struggle, and so settled back uneasily, still eyeing the sea-painted shell occasionally. With a short lull, many were relieved to see another egg begin to move, a light shuddering running down the Wise Warrior Egg. There was little nonsense about the hatching of this one, carefully placed breaks shattering a great deal of the shell and allowing the dragonet to step forward placidly.

Many were impressed with the green that stepped forth. How had she broken shell so easily, so cleanly? It was as if she knew exactly where to hit, and how much pressure to apply to create the perfect break. It was a mystery in many minds as the green stepped not towards the candidates, but rather towards her mother. Giving a sweet, reverent croon, the dragonet raised adoring eyes towards the gold and waited until Aeriath lowered her head before bowing to the queen. What? How odd, the spectators thought. It was obvious she respected the gold quite a bit, which was…unusual for a hatchling. After paying her respects to Aeriath, the green moved towards the girls, eyeing the candidates with a rather perceptive gaze. In fact, her wise eyes were practically unnerving, knowing and seeing more than any dragon her age should. Pausing a moment, nodding to herself, the green swept through the females easily, coming before her Chosen with sturdy steps. AnarynMine. She said softly, bowing her head slightly to inspect the cut on her rider’s leg. Does this trouble you greatly? Had your Athenath hatched sooner, I would have never allowed this to happen.

Name: Athenath (Ath-een-ath)
Impressed To: Anaryn
Color: Green
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: Larger than average, Athenath is a well proportioned green. Her hide is olive colored and one shade throughout. She has a great amount of presence despite her rather drab coloring and she uses it to her advantage. The green looks much darker when she is wet or has just been oiled but grows light quickly as she dries. Well muscled, she is a sturdy green with a great amount of power behind her. With a near perfect wingspan it is easy to see she was built for flying and agility. Though her hide is green, her claws gleam black in color. www.pollsb.com/photos/o/36509-olive_green.jpg

Personality: Athenath is a very wise dragon. She weighs the good and bad of every decision so that she can get the best outcome. As wise as she is, she is well liked by other dragons and is often looked to for advice whether it be about which green to chase or whether to swim or sun. She has a strong, commanding personality for a green and her rider will have to have a strong will to get her to mind. She sees things as they are and not how she thinks they should be. Athenath values her own opinion over the opinions of others. This process of thought makes her a very self assured type.

Boldly courageous, she will never back down from something that she is afraid to do. Athenath has an inner strength that allows her to do things other dragons would be scared to try. This is not to say that she is not afraid as well, only that she would face her fear and come out the better for it. Athenath has a fondness for brown dragons as they are more level headed than her green and blue counterparts. She reveres Queens though she only respects Bronzes. She is unlikely to bespeak other humans unless expressly imposed upon to do so by her rider. Athenath has a surprisingly good memory for a dragon and seems to remember most things that she is taught. This attribute would make her a most interesting dragon to study and also a very valuable member of the Weyr.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 22nd, From The Wise Warrior Egg
Text Color: 7D8B4A
Mind Voice: Liv Tyler as Arwen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1z7vXWZelA

Ok, now the Mighty Sea Egg was just plain ticked off. It had been rocking before all of these guys, and it still hadn’t hatched? That just wasn’t right. With one furious, strong blow, the dragonet shoved his foot through the swirling blue shell, snorting in satisfaction. Finally! With another rage-inspired kick, the hatchling broke more of his gorgeous shell with angry movements, rather annoyed that he had taken so long to break out. However, it was quickly discovered why. His shell, though lovely, was odd, thicker than most and obviously much harder to break. That, however, did not pacify the dragonet, and he stomped one foot down on the shards in contempt after escaping. Though many had to laugh at his little tantrum, nearly everyone within the cavern gave a sigh of relief. To think one of the eggs might have been a dud was…unbearable. Especially with how valuable each and every dragon was right now.

It was clear this one was a brown, possessing a light, sand-hued hide that was impossible to misplace. With an oddly-long tail and a well-muscled form, he seemed to be in perfect health, aside from his bad mood, and was no worse for the wear of his tough shell. Now realizing that many were staring at him, the brown puffed out his chest and posed for them all, rather pleased to be receiving so much attention. However, the hatchling gave an irritated grunt as another egg began cracking, stealing his thunder. What the Fall? He had finally gotten out, and now some egg was going to take the center stage? Man, what a drag. It was the Wicked Trickster Egg that had stolen the audience’s attention, large cracks running across the surface quickly. It was as if it was just itching to upstage his brown brother, an endeavor in which it was succeeding.

Snorting in contempt, the brown swept off towards the candidates, prepared to quickly make a show of choosing his rider so as to steal the attention back to himself. However, no matter how he stomped or pawed or muscled through the boys before him, that annoying Wicked Trickster Egg still had the greater part of the audience’s attention. Well, fine, he thought, and the brown plopped down on his butt right in the middle of the boys, determined not to Impress until the other hatching was out of his egg and everyone was watching him again. With little ado, the Wicked Trickster Egg broke to reveal a rather attractive blue, several colors painting his hide and an adorable little patch of sapphire ringing his left eye. Slinking towards the boys, the dragonet was clearly very sly in his movements, and gave the impression of a certain...wicked humor within. Prowling lithely past his pouting brown brother, the dark blue snorted in amusement as he found his Chosen. Silly brown, wouldn’t you agree, CemarMine? You and your Lokinth will have fun with his one, aye? An unusual accent danced through the hatchling’s voice, laced with a cool sense of wicked amusement that would no doubt come to play later in life.

Name: Lokinth (Loe-kin-th)
Impressed To: Cemar
Color: Blue
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: A hefty blue, this dragon will be just the right size for his color. Aside from a slightly deeper chest and shorter legs, Lokinth is normality incarnate. Of a darker coloration, his body is a solid inky midnight, a very deep hue. A brilliant sapphire stomach gives his hide a more interesting appearance, as well as an unusual patch of the same color around his left eye. His neckridges are pure black, as are his toes. His claws, in startling relief against his body, are a shocking bone-white.

Personality: With a wicked sense of humor, this blue is known for his sharp tongue and quick wit. There is hardly ever a time that Lokinth cannot think of something clever or sarcastic to say. Holding a rather mischievous personality, he loves practical jokes and teasing his clutchmates. As he grows, there will doubtlessly be few dragons who can say they haven’t been tricked by this sly blue. Unlike another of his clutchmates, Lokinth does not thrive on creating trouble between others, but rather on tricking anyone he can. He absolutely loves to play tricks on all of his clutchmates, except for the lovely gold. He would never do anything to her or Hers.

Rather than take things seriously, Lokinth tends to regard the world with a cool sense of amusement. Even when others are angry with him for his tricks, this blue merely takes it all in with an aloof bemusement. He seems to find everything funny in some way, and is hard-pressed to take anything at all in a grave manner, even wingdrills. Never pushing himself, Lokinth will doubtlessly do only what is required of him.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Gold Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 24th, From The Wicked Trickster Egg
Text Color: 000080
Mind Voice: Ewan McGregor www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPXd2kEu1FU&feature=fvw

There! Now that was out of the way. Leaping back to his feet, waiting for everyone to watch him again, the brown stomped down the line of candidates and grabbed a certain boy’s white robe in his teeth. Starting forward, stomping against the sand and practically dragging his stumbling bonded forward, the brown huffed in irritation and glanced upwards towards the boy. Hurry it up, will you KoldynMine? Took me for sharding ever to get out of that sharding egg, and now your Poseideth is starving! Didn’t help, that stupid blue stealing the show. Bunch of deadglows. He grumbled.

Name: Poseideth (Poe-sigh-death)
Impressed To: Koldyn
Color: Brown
Age: Newly Hatched

Description: Poseideth is a sandy colored brown with a darker brown dorsal stripe down the length of his back to the tip of his tail. His tail is long and disproportionate to the rest of his body. As he loathes the word average, we will say that Poseideth is the size a brown should be. From his head to his feet he is what would be called the median of brown height. He is a little longer due to his tail but is otherwise the normal size for his color. His well muscled form shows a lithe sturdiness. Even in the light his dark brown claws seem a bit dull as if they were sanded down.

Personality: A strong dragon in body and mind, Poseideth is not one to mess with. He has a good idea of what he wants and is willing to go to any lengths to get what it is he wants. His strong will is difficult to manage at times especially as his moods change depending on the company he is keeping. He is extremely passionate about things he cares about. This can range from simple things like whether herdbeast is better than wherry to more important things like why brown dragons are better than blues. (Not that they are...oh wait, yeah, they are! ) Because he is a passionate soul, Poseideth has the capacity to show a wide range of emotion. He can be the life of the party, telling jokes, laughing at the idiot blue who made a mistake in Weyrling training. Of course, he can also have quite the temper when things are not going his way. According to Poseideth, all ways should be his way.

Despite his somewhat negative side, there are things the brown enjoys doing with others: Swimming, sunning, flirting with greens. In fact he has a lot of love for green dragons. If he does talk to dragons its usually to greens, after all they are really really pretty!!! He argues easily with other browns (if they knew better they would listen to him) and some blues just plain annoy him. To Bronzes and Queens he would be respectful but don't expect him to make a big show of it. After all, he's worth ten of them on a bad day. He is much too self centered to care about bespeaking humans other than his rider, so don't count on it.

History: This is to be filled in at the time of the Hatching.

Clutch: Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 23rd, From The Mighty Sea Egg
Text Color: 9E8653
Mind Voice: James (Jimmy) Stewart: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBU4UQX5XNY&feature=related

The rest of the clutch hatched with little trouble and fewer accidents, more unusual and lovely dragonets finding their bonded among the candidates. By the time all thirty-five eggs had Impressed, nearly everyone was yawning and rubbing their eyes tiredly. Raelwyn, who had leaned against her Weyrleader and was resting her head upon his shoulder, suddenly straightened, focusing her green gaze upon D’seus. Now, he could give his quick announcement, and they could all get some sharding sleep. Well, most of them could, anyway. She and her bronzerider had a bit more work to do before they could rest. Still… “It was a beautiful hatching. Aeriath and Zorometh did themselves proud.” She whispered, smiling at the Weyrleader.

[Dragon]

Anaryn and H'nen

Leaping past Anaryn, she left a deep gash down the girl’s leg, one that would likely need stitches when the hatching was through.

Apparently, Anaryn hadn't been paying much attention to the Gold, since she'd doubt it would choose her anyway. She'd been watching a few of the other Dragonets and impressions. And then, all she saw was a flash of gold and she was on the ground. And a terrible pain searing her right leg. She looked down at her leg and choked on a cry. There was a long gash down her leg. She reached to touch it but could only grab hold of her leg, where she still had skin. Tears streamed down her face at the pain that was shoot up the nerve endings of her nervous system.

H'nen had been watching the hatching, and taking notes. He had been keeping track of each impression and when the gold dragonet finally impressed, he appointed a bluerider to watch over the Weyrlings that had impressed already and ran to the injured. He moved to each of the girls' checking on them and their injuries. He shook his head. If only the gold could have been more calmer. He finally had come to Anaryn on the sands and knelt down beside her and gently prodded the flesh around the gash. He sighed and gently helped her up to her feet.

Many were impressed with the green that stepped forth. How had she broken shell so easily, so cleanly? It was as if she knew exactly where to hit, and how much pressure to apply to create the perfect break. It was a mystery in many minds as the green stepped not towards the candidates, but rather towards her mother. Giving a sweet, reverent croon, the dragonet raised adoring eyes towards the gold and waited until Aeriath lowered her head before bowing to the queen. What? How odd, the spectators thought. It was obvious she respected the gold quite a bit, which was…unusual for a hatchling. After paying her respects to Aeriath, the green moved towards the girls, eyeing the candidates with a rather perceptive gaze. In fact, her wise eyes were practically unnerving, knowing and seeing more than any dragon her age should. Pausing a moment, nodding to herself, the green swept through the females easily, coming before her Chosen with sturdy steps. AnarynMine. She said softly, bowing her head slightly to inspect the cut on her rider’s leg. Does this trouble you greatly? Had your Athenath hatched sooner, I would have never allowed this to happen.

As the green hatched, Anaryn was too wrought with pain to care about anything other than her leg. At the voice in her mind she gasped, and turned to see the beautiful green. "It's not your fault, Athenath! Never your fault."

But I could have prevented it.

Anaryn sighed, looking down at the green. "Everything is alright now."

"Since you've impressed, I'll get a healer to look at your leg." He easily swung her up into his arms and carried her to the spot where the other Weyrlings were feeding their lifemates. He had a Greenrider bring a crate for her to sit on while a Healer was fetched. "Now, sit there and feed your Athenath." He motioned for the bluerider to fetch a bucket for her.

[franny]

Osaris watched as even more people impressed, andshe was scared she might not. She wanted to, but with the numbers decreasing and fewer and fewer candidates left... She looked down at her feet and wondered when it would be over and she could escape the unhappiesness and embaressment of not having impressed. She felt as if a dragon was coming near her, but after so many dissapointments, she didn't even want to allow the hope to blossom and then to be snatched away.

OsarisMine, you seem sad. Did you think Skadyth wouldn’t find you? No, my girl, I am here.

Osaris slowly looked up and found herself looking at the most lovely pale green hatchling she had ever laid eyes on in her short time at the weyr. Did this beauty really want her?

Of course I want you silly girl. I already stated that.

A huge smile spread across Osaris's face as a warm feeling filled her. She was looking into those eyes, and she knew that she would never be alone again. Her soul mate was there in front of her. "You're perfect Skadyth."

Of course I am. Now, I am hungry mine.

Osaris was now embarressed that she had almost to forgotten to feed her Skadyth. Now that she thought about it, she could feel the hunger in Skadyth's belly.

Emotion of the moment is all well and good, but can I be fed?

Osaris realized she was still standing there starring with her mouth open.

Oh, and close your mouth, it doesn't look good on you to leave it hanging open/

Osaris nodded. Of course, Skadyth was right and she was a little overwhelmed. "Come with me. Food should be right over here. Its where the others went off toward.

Skadyth followed behind hers like a puppy dog, and slowly the long legged dragon and her newly bonded rider made there way edge of the sounds where Osaris found her dear Skayith some food.

[HG]

D'seus cupped a hand to his mouth to hide his yawn. The action was over and he was both surprised and happy at all of the choices the Dragonets had made. He kissed Raelwyn's cheek gently, “Very good clutch indeed. Time to let everyone get some shut eye now.” He was still in shock at all the girl impressions and the Northern impressions. Those kids couldn't have dragonrider in their blood at least not for several generations. That just went to show that not all Candidates needed dragonrider blood.

He spoke as loud as he could manage, voice booming off the cavernous walls of the Hatching Grounds, “Excuse me everyone. Thank you for the support you've show the Weyr, its Candidates and most importantly the future of dragonkind. I ask that you all return to your beds. We'll have the Hatching Feast at the usual candlemark. Congratulations to the newly Impressed. Goodnight Everyone.”

At his last remark people began leaving the Cavern, to go back to their beds, now cold from their absence. He would talk with H'nen later. The man was probably already making notations about the personalities of the riders and dragons. He had chosen H'nen for Weyrlingmaster because of his experience more than anything. The man was trustworthy and intelligent. The young ones could learn much from him.

Looking back at his Weyrwoman, “Ready to get some more sleep?” He asked, touching a a strand of her hair. He'd like to sleep if she was going to sleep too. However if she was going to stay up he'd have no reason to go to bed.