Wishing on a Star (HATCHING)

[HG]

Twilight descended upon the Weyr later than the day before. In the air there was a tense anticipation of what was to come. For the past seven-day the occupants of the Weyr had been waiting for the arrival of the new dragonets. Each evening they went to bed disappointed So despite the great anticipation for the Hatching it seemed the Weyrfolk would have to wait one more night.

The betting had increased during this time and perhaps had made this Hatching even more anticipated than the one before. No matter how excited the Weyrfolk became the little ones held out on them. There were times when people wondered whether the eggs were not going to Hatch at all. In which case, the Weyr was doomed.

The dragons of the Weyr were adamant there was nothing wrong with the eggs and that the dragonets would arrive when it was time, not a moment before. Most people were either eating or heading back to their own rooms and weyrs when the first heard the sound of the dragon humming. As the sun fell below the horizon, the eggs began to rock and shake ever so slightly. To the human eye it would be hard to discern. However the dragons were not fooled.

As the eggs began moving, a low thrumming sound rose from Hatching Sands. Aeriath’s humming was soon joined by the other dragons of the Weyr. And suddenly the tense quiet had changed into a sigh of relief and then the noisy hustle of people rushing to the Hatching Caverns.

Oh Yeah! The Hatching had begun.

[freya]

Rinkin had been sick for the last few days though the medicine was working and sighed as he finished up eating dinner. When his dinner was eaten then he took it over to turn in his bowl when he heard the hum. It meant only one thing that the eggs we're hatching and quickly he walked through the passageways of the lower caverns. The lower caverns pathways lead into the light and even though the sun was setting it made no difference. While he had to get back to get his robe and ran to the candidate barracks. It took him a few moments to get through the other candidates and grabbed his robe as he wrapped the robe around him. A tie it was secure then changed his sandals into boots because the sands would still be hot.

He walked very quickly to the hatching sands and took a breath praying that he would not walk away without impressing. The candidate came through the side entrance and then bowed to the queen to show respect. A quick glance around showed that he was the only one around or one of the first to arrive. In the end his attention went to the eggs which didn't even look like they we're moving at all. His hand went to his head and he had to wonder we're they really hatching then heard the hum of the assembling dragons. The dragons knew when the eggs would be hatching and knew more then humans did.

A sigh sigh as he awaited the twelve eggs to hatch there we're eleven chances for him because the gold he could not impress. He knew there we're thirteen candidates now and that meant one person would not impress. The candidate wanted to impress badly and took a deep breath then awaited to what would happen. If he impressed today everything would change and he would get a chance to fight thread. It was true that the thread was coming back and they might one day take back the weyrs of the north where they belonged.

[Na Qaiah]

It had been a long day of classes and chores and Tamar was tired. He was grateful for things to do to help keep his mind off the ever pending hatching. Would there be a dragonet for him or would they not like him at all? He took a long bath choosing to float in the bathing pool among the sweet sand. He could hear the other candidates also getting ready for bed.

He decided he would wash his hair once more just to make sure he had gotten all the dirt and grime from cleaning stables out of his hair when he heard the humming and the excited scramble of his fellow classmates. He didn’t know who it was that came in the bathing chamber yelling about eggs hatching, but it didn’t take him long to figure out he couldn’t go with soap in his eyes.

He quickly ducked under the water and gave his head a vigorous rubbing before he climbed out of the pool on the run. He grabbed the nearest towel and gave himself a quick pat down before running into his barracks on the fly. He jammed his feet in his boots with out socks he gave then a quick lacing so he wouldn’t trip. He didn’t take the time to put clothes on, he just jammed himself into his robe and started braiding his hair on the fly.

Running as fast as he could he skidded to a halt behind some of his classmates that had gotten there before him. The Candidatemaster was there to greet them. As he finished braiding his hair, he listened closely to the last minute instructions. This is it, all the waiting was now over. He would finally find out if he was worthy to be a rider. 

[kirensilverfox]

Keylen had been sitting down eating when the buzz went threw the room announcing that the egg where starting to hatch and that they could hear the sounds of the dragons humming. He stuffed the last bit into his mouth and hurried and took his dishes up and sat them down. He practically flew from the room and back to the candidate barracks to retrieve his white robe. He quickly donned his robe on as he continued to hurry to the meeting place to meet up with the other candidates and the candidate master. He was sure that there were further instructions as well as warnings for them before they approached the hatching eggs.

He skidded to a stop behind the candidate before him as he rushed to the meeting place. He was nervous and his palms were sweating. He brushed his hair back from his face in a nervous gesture. He hoped that no one would get severely injured today but his classes prepared him for the possibility. He looked over at the others and smiled warmly silently wishing them luck. He knew that there was not enough eggs to go around but he hopped not to be left standing at the sand. He had gotten to know the others a little since he arrived and he hoped to get to know them better.

[freya]

Trelia was mending a pair of pants in the candidate barracks when the hum of the dragons reached her ears. She immediately dropped everything and knew that it was finally time for the egg hatching. She went to her small trunk and drew out the candidate robe which she put on. The robe was fastened till it fit snugly then she put her hair back in a ponytail not wanting the dragnets to grab a hold of it. While she went through the rows of beds till she came to the passageway and worked her way out to the hatching sands. She saw many different people running past her from older riders to weyrbrates and with a smile stopped to a confident walk.

She knew that this was the day that she would impress while her only hope that it was a dragon to complete her. The candidate had traveled far coming from the other weyr and didn't want to be cheated out of another dragon like last time. If the weyr hadn't been attacked she would probably have a dragon by this time. Her walk brought her to the hatching grounds where she noticed that she was the first girl to arrive. A smile on her face she went over to stand opposite end of the boys and bowed to the golden queen. Her eyes went around the different eggs and she realized that they had come just in time.

Her eyes saw the eggs they we're hatching no doubt with their steady rocking. The beautiful sight of a evening or night hatching made her grin with anticipation. Trelia just watched as people seem to gather in the sands and she made note not to get in the way of a dragnet if it looked to be heading to someone else. If her dragon was not in this clutch then she would just wait because getting between a life mate and a dragnet was not worth getting maimed.

[blue]

Eira had been more or less spending a semi-quiet night reading over various 'notes' in her aunt's quarters. Said notes had went from the traditional healing methods to a topic she hadn't really touched even though she was a candidate. In hindsight, she wished had started reading the various scrolls about dragon healing sooner. Really, she was kicking herself for not reading more about the subject, it was something the young woman was finding interesting. But, sadly, no one could change the past so for now she was playing catchup and enjoying a very nice cup of tea.

What Eira called 'relaxing' was interrupted by a sound sound she never heard or felt before. Her cup of tea had been set aside and little ripples were forming. So this was the hum she heard about when the hatching began. It was a good thing she still had her normal clothes on, as well as her shoes. Staying dressed until right before she passed out had become a habit, considering sometimes sleep wouldn't come for so long she had taken up walking around the Weyr before she could actually rest. Thanking her lucky stars, she ran over to where her robe was hanging and was slipping it on as she was out the door.

She spotted a few candidates running to the barracks to grab their robes and she spotted flashes of white as some were ahead of her. Really, she was glad she was not in the barracks. Simply because she would have had to pass through the other candidates. Coming up on the sands, she slowed down to a walk while she tied the sash to close them and brushed her hair behind her ears. Settling her breath, Eira bowed her head slightly to the queen before her eyes fell on the shaking eggs. She was one of the earlier candidates to arrive but she was nowhere near the first. For a brief moment, she glanced at Rinkin simply because she remembered he had been worried about not impressing. Simply smiling his way, Eira figured he would be more than fine. He was passionate about fighting thread after all.

Hopefully, today would be the day she found out if S'nuo and Malith were really right that she was a good candidate.

[HG]

Laure

The evening had been slower that molasses going uphill in winter time. She had been working all day trying to help in the kitchens. Every day they prepared for the Hatching, only using half staff so there were fresh people in to work on the feast. Laure was not so much tired as anxious. With each passing day, she felt even more so. Not only because of the Hatching but as a new day started she wondered again how long she could keep people at a distance.

How long could she pretend she was not from where she was from? Most of the people here assumed she was a Candidate, which had worked for her. When asked, she said her family traveled a lot and never stayed in a cothold. Most people imagined she was a Trader. Of course she went along with it but deceiving people had a huge toll on the human mind.


When the humming started, Laure was snapped back into reality. She was sitting on her bed in the Candidate Barracks, staring at a wall. Although it took a moment for her to realize what the sound meant, the sudden and abrupt movement of all the people in the room told her. The Hatching had begun. Rapidly she moved her small body off the bed, grabbed her white robes and changed into them. Then slipping on the sandals Candidates tended to wear, she almost ran to the Hatching Cavern.

Arriving to see some of the other Candidates had gathered before the entrance of the Hatching, she had no way to see over the much taller people and peer into the Sands. The Candidate Master would let them in after a moment of instructions. She felt her body trembling from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. What was worse, she could not control the tremors. Never before had she felt this excitement. IF she impressed it would no longer matter if she was Holdless. She would become one of them.

Geoff & Kyrah


How he had arrived at the Weyr was beyond him though Sorlen was a bit pissed off at him when he found out Geoff was not dead. Even Geoff had thought he had breathed his last breath. When he awoke, he saw Shield and Guard members all over the place. Great, just great. Then he and Sorlen had a little talk from the Weyrwoman who said they were being left alive to be reconditioned and would be attending the Hatching each with two guards and a Shield member accompanying them. The Hatching sounded like it would be entertaining but he was not too thrilled about baby dragons. Ugh, all that they worked for and he was going to have to watch the spawn of his enemy bond. It was nearly unbearable to think about it.

When the humming sound reached his ears he looked over at Sorlen and shrugged. What the Fall did that mean?

Before he received an answer, he was pulled out of his cell by the crazy red haired Shield woman. “Come on. We’ve a Hatching to attend.” Kyrah’s uncle Kylen was with her and another guard to help transport and make sure Geoff did not get any ideas of escaping. Kyrah loved Hatchings, not so much Hatching Feasts, so she had volunteered to take one of the Holdless under Guard to the Hatching and make sure he returned to his cell. Her uncle was the closest person to her in her family and thus volunteered to help. She walked him down less used passageways and finally entered the viewing area of the Hatching Cavern. They would sit near the front so he would have farther to run if he decided to try anything.

Geoff for his part felt he was not dumb enough to try and outrun a Shield member again. Once was enough and even that time he knew he would not last long. At least they were being fed regularly and treated well enough now that they were safe from torture by that super psychotic Sheild member. As he was seated he looked out at the sands and wondered exactly why people seemed so excited.

D’seus

The Wingleader was one of the first to know what was happening. Mostly because his Bronze was infatuated with a certain Gold dragon. Although at the moment she did favor Nienoth, Zorometh did not let that stop him. He might not flaunt his love the way the other dragon did but he cared very deeply for Aeriath, much like his rider did her rider.

Zorometh did not try to take Nienoth’s place at any time though. This was his clutch and Zorometh well understood it was not his moment to shine. He was the third dragon in the Cavern after Aeriath and Nienoth. Dropping his rider off near Raelwyn and A’lez. D’seus greeted both of them respectfully before finding a seat nearby. This Hatching should be interesting.

[wolflover1458]

The hatching seemed to Therion like it had been held off long enough. Everyone at the Weyr kept saying that it was supposed to be soon, but obviously she had been a fool to get her hopes up, because a day would past, and then the next. She would spend the day doing her regular routine (if it could be called regular, since she hadn't been living in the Weyr that long), but she would do it all while listening. Personally, Therion wasn't really sure what she was listening for. It was the sound of dragons humming, of course, but what did humming dragons sound like? She didn't have a clue, since she'd never heard it before, and sometimes she wondered if they really could hum. It just seemed so odd. With every day that past, she grew more and more annoyed, and she was only content to patient at all because she knew the outcome would be the same no matter when the eggs hatched. With every day that passed at the Weyr, Therion became more sure of herself. She wasn't going to Impress to a Green dragon, and she wasn't going to be left Standing. No, she was destined for that Queen, and the more time she spent here the better she felt about. So by the time when the eggs were so ready to hatch that everyone was prepared for the hatching, Therion didn't have a shred of a doubt. If ever before she had thought she could go wrong, she knew now that it wouldn't happen. She would show all those other girls, and everyone else as well. Then, finally, she would special, someone that stood out and would forever be apart from the rest of the Weyr. She originally come to the Weyr to get away from her family and because the idea of dragons sounded immensely appealing. Certainly, it still did, but Therion knew that only a Gold could suit her, and she was certainly looking forward to having a friend who would be there all her life, and not hate her like all the other people in her life seemed too. The dragon would choose right.

Therion was walking back up to the Candidates Barracks after having finished her dinner when she first came aware of an odd sound. It was like buzzing, only she didn't think that was it. The sound was different from anything else she had ever heard, and she hoped that she wasn't the only one hearing it. As she walked, the sound grew louder, and then louder. She heard the noise of people as well, and looked down to see that all sorts of people were coming out of the Weyr and heading down to the Hatching Cavern. Dragons were doing the same, and as one swooped above she realized the sound was coming from them. Was the sound of dragons humming? It was definitely an interesting noise, and for a moment, Therion just stood there, listening to it. Then she remembered what it meant and, with a feeling a glee, she ran the rest of the way to the Barracks and hurried to get changed into her robes. She certainly didn't understand why they had to wear white candidate robes. Maybe it helped the dragons to seem them, or it was just some silly tradition that no one wanted to mess with. Well, everyone had traditions, and if wearing these robes would get her a dragon, then she didn't mind. The clothes could certainly be worse.

After putting on her robe, Therion headed out of the Barracks and had just reached the entrance when she remembered that she had to wear sandals. Sighing in frustrated exasperation, she rushed back again, almost running into a few people but managing to sidestep around them quickly. She didn't want to be late for the start of the hatching. It was certainly a sight that she would never forget, and even if she didn't need to be there until near the end when the Gold would hatch, it would certainly be fun to watch the rest of it, and an experience that she could always remember. Therion took off her other shoes and put the sandals on. She didn't run quite as well in them, put she still sprinted through the rest of the Candidate Barracks, trying to think of anything else she might have forgotten. There was nothing that she could think of. After getting out and down, she found herself trapped, with a lot of other people heading out. Therion tried to get through them all, but it was definitely slower. Finally she found herself a bit alone, and headed off quickly in the direction she saw the other white-robed figures heading too. It wasn't going to make her any happier if she ended up being the last one there.

Of course, the entire fact that hatching was indeed happening was wonderful enough that she could let it go. Her life was finally going to change for the better, and she'd waited long enough for it, but she could certainly wait longer. Therion continued on her way, being careful not to trip. She didn't want to get her robes dirty or torn before the hatching. They might not let her Stand, and what a mistake that would be for them to make. She stood with the rest of the Candidates, rocking on her feet and hoping they would get to go in soon. They'd been over what they had to do so many times she wasn't sure why they needed to do it once more. There was nothing to be done about it, of course, so she sighed and waited. But inwardly, she was tired of waiting. That was all she had done since getting here. The hatching had finally come, the moment when everything would change, and yet she was still waiting. Why couldn't they just do something quickly, for once? Why couldn't anything happen without sever importance being placed on it being done absolutely correctly?

Of course, it was the hatching, and a little more trouble wasn't seriously too much when her future lay right ahead of her. Therion shook her head impatiently and stood there. She couldn't see into the Hatching Cavern thanks to a bunch of taller people, but it didn't matter. Soon she would be right up close, she just needed to wait for the instructions, and then they would all be on their way. Therion ignored the other Candidates for the moment. She was far too jittery with excitement to think about them, and it wasn't her concern if they Impressed or not. She had no doubts about her own Impression, and she could worry about who else Impressed what dragon after they had already done so. Right now, it was her own Impression that she needed to think about. Therion closed her eyes and thought about it. Certainly the moment would be a joyous one that she would never forget, but she couldn't think of exactly what it would be like. After the hatching she would know, though, and then she could remember for forever and always. She opened her eyes again and looked around for the Candidate Master. Obviously he would have to wait until all the Candidates were here (she was relieved to not be last), but she hoped he would start right after that. She wanted to be in position and ready when the first egg cracked.

((That was longer than I thought... I'll do Ajallvon later))

[Na Qaiah]

It was a good thing that he had just swollowed the mouthful he was chewing on when Osirith burst into his thoughts all excited.

KDANMINE IT'S TIME, THE HATCHING HAS BEGUN!

Sputtering, he picked up his tray and half tossed it onto th table before heading to the hatching sands. This would be his first time to watch and he didn't want to miss it. His impressing Osirith was still fresh in his mind. He followed several people into the sands and managed to find a seat near the center and about half way up so he had a clear view of the eggs and the candidates. He had arrived just in time. The eggs were rocking and the candidates were just about to enter the sands. Settling down, he couldn't wait for the show to start.

[wolflover1458]

Ajallvon had been lying on his bed with eyes closed, not trying to sleep, but just relaxing and breathing in the scent of a clean room. He'd been spending all of his spare time this last sevenday just cleaning up his room. He never let anything he owned get too dirty, and it was with great satisfaction that he had finished wiping the last pieces of dust off of his bed just ten minutes earlier. And now, with nothing else to do, he had simply been resting. In the past few days, he had been very excited for the hatching to happen. But as each day passed with nothing whatsoever happening, he had begun to calm down, and now all he felt was a dull joy at the thought that it was going to happen. He was looking forward too it, but he was no longer as nervously excited as he had been before. Ajallvon had seen plenty of hatchings, but this one would definitely be different. This was the hatching that could change his life.

He was thinking about this when he first became aware of the humming. It was a noise he had heard time and time again. It always preceded the hatching. As he came aware of it, he opened his slowly and, suddenly noticing how groggy he felt, he jumped out of bed and tried to get rid of whatever tiredness might have entered his system while he had been lying down. He quickly walked across to his white Candidate robes. Ajallvon had washed them every single day this sevenday, sometimes more than once a day, even if there wasn't any dirt on them. The white of the was so obvious that any dirt would be obvious, and he didn't want to look grimy when he headed out in search of a lifemate at the hatching. The robe smelled pleasantly of the soap he had washed it with, and even that scent was faint. To him, washing things wasn't even tedious. Rather, it was a joy.

After getting his robes on, Ajallvon carefully stepped into his sandals and headed down towards the sands. There were a lot of other people heading in the same direction, but Ajallvon was one of the few that would be standing up front, with dragonets walking around him. For so long he had sat in the Stands, watching in wonder and dreaming about the day he, too, would be down there. But that day (or perhaps night) had come at last. Smiling to himself, Ajallvon joined the other Candidates that were beginning to congregate, waiting for the Candidate Master to give them some final instructions before they stood in front of the eggs. Not all of them would Impress, Ajallvon knew. He wasn't certain if he would be one of those that would, but if not, he could always try again. No matter what happened, Ajallvon was determined to enjoy himself. His first hatching, whether or not he was successful, was something he would always remember.

~~~~~

Anubith had said the eggs would hatch soon. And he had been right. Every dragon had known, of course. Even with the long wait, Hu'sik had been looking forward to this hatching. It would be the first one that he got to observe from the Stands. There would be no concerns about getting mauled by clumsy hatchlings. That was for the current Candidates to worry about. Hu'sik would just get to relax and watch as the dragons Impressed. It was definitely going to be fun. The entire Weyr had been looking forward to this. Hu'sik had scoffed at the idea of betting what Candidates would Impress what, since it seemed like just the thing to make them feel worse about themselves. Anubith had thought he should, saying that all the observations he had made of the Candidates made it easy to guess what they would Impress, but he had refused to answer when Hu'sik asked who would Impress the what. Anubith, of course, had said that there was no point to telling him if he didn't want to bet on it. Hu'sik didn't know if he wanted to believe his dragon was guessing who would Impress what, and maybe even guessing correctly. Anubith and his silly deductions were going to make Hu'sik seriously ill one day.

But when he first heard the humming, Hu'sik let all that slip from his mind. Now we shall see if I was right, Anubith said.

Well you can celebrate to just yourself if you aren't going to tell me what you guessed.

Perhaps I will. Just being right is reward enough Anubith said with what Hu'sik thought might have been a chuckle.

Yeah, and if you're wrong no one will know Hu'sik pointed out, but he sighed. There was no point in thinking about it now, so instead he got down to the sands without another word about it with Anubith. He was simply going to enjoy this hatching. It was definitely something he had been looking forward too.

[parallel]

Marlaey

A great humming filled the weyr as the dragons gathered, readying themselves for the hatching. The hatching? Marlaey blinked, a hurricane of emotions overwhelming her at once. Excitement was first and foremost and it cascaded over her. Quickly pulling her white robes on, she abandoned the drawing she'd been working on in her spare time and dashed down to the sands as fast as her legs would carry her.

Arriving at the scene and glancing around she was pleased to see that she wasn't last to get there. She smiled warmly at all the other candidates, laughter just a moment away. She was full of energy now, ready to stand, ready to Impress.

Oh how she wanted to Impress.

Bouncing on her heels she hummed a little herself, mimicking the dragons. Well, it was one way to welcome the dragonets was it not? There were a lot of people milling around now, trying to reach the places they were meant to be. But she was where she had to be and she wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now.

Jared

Oh Faranth. The hatching already? Someone, actually a lot of people, had been yelling about it these past few minutes. But he was so nervous! He ran to the barracks to get changed as quick as he could, bumping into several other candidates and apologising profusely as he went. Shards, he wasn't ready, he really wasn't ready. It was all so sudden!

Fumbling with his robe he bolted down to the sands, tripping as he got there and colliding with another candidate yet again. "Sorry! I'm so sorry!" He was hopeless. Looking up from his position on the floor, he saw the eggs on the sands, moving steadily. Fear engulfed him. What if he got hurt? What if they attacked him? Those eggs were bigger than the last time he saw them at the touching, weren't they? They had to be! He copuldn't do this. His hands were shaking now and he couldn't remember why he'd agreed to this at all.

Parallel

Parallel had been devouring a pasty when he heard the humming from the dragons and the excited yelling from the weyrfolk. Swiftly finishing off his supper he made his way to the barracks and changed as quickly as he could. Kialio blinked into existence, bugling shrilling, announcing the hatching's beginning. "Bit late aren't you mate?", Par laughed. Kialio paid no attention and continued to serenade his person all the way down to the sands.

When they reached the vast cavern however, Parallel was forced to send his bronze away. "Don't worry, when you come back there'll hopefully be a new member in our group!" This didn't cheer the little flit up very much, but he eventually soared away after much bribery with pasties. He joined the other fire lizards gathering together.

Standing tall and proud, Parallel settled his focus on the clutch before them all. This was it. Do or die if you will. He was ready. Or at least he thought he was. Hatchings were quite unpredictable and Parallel had a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that told him this one wouldn't run as smoothly as everyone hoped. Or perhaps that was just Kialio's resentment at being told to go away for awhile!

Kestrel

Having finished her chores and eaten her supper, Kestrel had decided to take an early night and head to bed. Just as she was comfortable under the sheets she heard an almighty ruckus run through the weyr. Oh, the hatching was starting. A flush of excitement surprised her as she sluggishly crawled out of bed. Well, if nothing else, it would be something new. The weyr was pretty boring in her mind, perhaps hatchings were more exciting. she hoped so.

Drawing the white robe around herself, she allowed many of the other candidates run ahead of her. She didn't see the point of hurrying there, it was just the beginning, surely an egg wouldn't hatch this soon?

When she finally did reach the rest of her group she stood patiently, listening to the tense silence of her fellows and the humming of the dragons.

[Ise]

This was not Lyndel’s first hatching. She was far less antsy then most of the other candidates. The more eager everyone was for a hatching, the longer the dragons waited. She figured they could how excited everyone was and wanted to make them wait just a little longer. She had no doubt though that the dragons would hatch, mostly because she couldn’t bare to think of how utterly screwed Pern was if they didn’t.

She had been walking in the Weyrbowl, chatting with another girl from Haven who was there for the gold as well when the dragons started to hum. The two girls looked at each other, eyes widening as they realized what the sound meant. The other girl squealed with glee while Lyn kept her response much more mature but they both quickly hurried to the candidate barracks, throwing their crisp white robes on before heading to the Sands at a slightly slower pace. It wouldn’t do to run there and show up looking messy.

Lyndel greeted the Candidate Master once they reached the sands before heading inside. She bowed to the queen dragon before her gaze swept over the sands and the stands. Many of the candidates were already there but more were still streaming in behind her. The stands were slowly filling as well as riders and others from the Lower Caverns finished what they were doing so they could come and watch. Lyn calmly found her place on the sands, running a hand over her robes to make sure they were smooth and looked nice. She did have to make sure she impressed the gold when she hatched and no gold would want a rider who was sloppy looking.

Zayten had decided to spend the evening with his family, listening to them chat while he worked on a few things he had promised to mend for a friend weeks ago. His older brother Z’kor was in the middle of some boring story when he suddenly stopped talking in the middle of a sentence. It took a moment for Zayten to look up, wondering what was happening. A slightly confused look rested on Z’kor’s face, the look he normally got when his dragon was talking to him. The green rider let out a sudden ‘woop!’ and jumped to his feet, grabbing both Zayten and his younger brother’s arm.
“The eggs! They’re hatching! Hurry up you two, go get your robes!”
The rider let out another cheer but Zayten was already off, heading to the Candidate Barracks where his things were.

Zayten managed to only knock a few people done on his rush to the barracks, yelling out quick apologizes behind him. He was lucky that they were young, strapping men and women he ran into and not someone old and frail who may have broken a hip. He was thankful when he reached the barracks though, coming to a skidding halt in front of his things. He forced himself to slow down a little as he changed into the white robe and sandals that candidates wore. He even took a moment to comb out his hair and make it look a little better, calming himself down before he headed to the sands. Even though he had stood at the last hatching and had watched plenty of other ones, he was still nervous about them.

Zayten met his brother outside the Sands, giving the younger boy an encouraging smile and wishing him luck as they walked in together. They bowed down to queen Aeriath and separated as they took their spots on the sands. Zayten couldn’t help the giddy smile that rested on his lips as he watched the eggs, wondering which one was going to hatch first. Bronze dragons were suppose to be lucky but Zayten just hoped it would be his dragon.

Sorlen had been unhappy when it turned out Geoff wasn’t really dead. He had thought about trying to change that himself but with guards and Shield around them all the time he had never found a good moment for it. He had kept a sullen silence whenever Geoff had questioned what had happened after he had been knocked unconscious, his injured right hand always clenching and unclenching. Unless they managed to do something incredible to the Weyr, he was going to have to kill Geoff before he returned home. Otherwise he was sure the kid would tell everyone that he had spilled his guts to the Weyr. Sure Geoff didn’t know that’s what he had done but Sorlen didn’t try to kid himself.

When they were told they would be at the Hatching, Sorlen was far more interested then Geoff was. This would give them a chance to be near Refuge’s only gold. And more importantly, Sorlen was sure that he would be able to find his sister at the hatching. Even if the little wench wasn’t a candidate she would be there. Everyone would be there.

When the dragons started to hum, a vicious grin rose to Sorlen’s face. There were only so many things that could get all the dragons to make such a racket. And this had a happier sound to it which meant it wasn’t the Holdless attacking. Two Shield women came for them; the red head took charge of Geoff while another darker haired woman took ahold of his arm and pulled him out of the cell they had been kept in. She was flanked by two guards and all three of them had no love for him.

Akroma lead Sorlen to the sands, her grip tight and almost painful on the man’s arm as she followed Kyrah and Geoff. Sorlen’s eyes watched the people they passed, looking for the short form of his traitorous sister. The rest of the hatching mattered little to him. More dragon spawn were being born and Impress, whoop-dee-doo, that just meant there would be more dragons for the Holdless to kill when they finally attacked. He hoped they would attack soon, while these new babies were still unable to fly. Losing their gold and their most recent clutch of dragons would be a huge blow to them and thoughts like that cheered Sorlen up greatly.

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The eggs moved this way and that. The rocking and shaking was nothing new but as people looked on, the eggs began to move more visibly. A couple had begun to show signs of cracking. Two stood out in the vigorousness in which their shells rocked and cracks appeared. The first to look like anything could happen was the Sensitive Dreamer Egg. No it did not want to be first but the dragonet inside was much too excited to wait any longer. As the shell continued to crack, all eyes turned at the sound of a great big cracking noise. The King of the Jungle egg which had been shaking so violently it had almost knocked the top of its shell right off was now the center of attention. Oh Fall NO that other dragonet was not entering the world first! After one more vigorous shake he managed to push the top of the egg off of his head. HAH! He had done it. Quickly he made easy work of the rest of his shell with a big burst of strength he sent the remaining shell flying in different directions as he shattered it.

The Bronze Dragonet stepped lightly out and almost fell on his face in front of the entire Weyr. Oh Faranth this walking business was hard. He walked like a drunkard, listing to one side and then another. He shook a pair of his golden hued wings. The Bronze took after his parents with his bright, yellowy coloring. He was by no means the same look as a gold. There was a hue of yellowy green that tinged his hide. Although it was quite obvious he was one of Aeriath’s children. All her metallic sons and daughters were brightly hued. As he half walked, half stumbled toward the male Candidates. He did not stop. He walked up and down, past them almost knocking into a few of them before regaining his composure. He just wanted to find “him” already so he could stop this infernal walking!

While most people were watching her Bronze brother, the green who emerged from the sensitive dreamer egg, walked quietly out of her shell. First she admired the room in which she was now in, then she began to move past the girls and straight for the boys. He was there. She knew he was there. As she approached the boys, her Bronze brother, turned around and nearly snapped at her.I am first. You wait. She stopped where she stood and pouted a moment. Who was he to say she couldn’t find hers yet. Its not like they wanted the same thing! As indignant as she was, she did wait. So the sea gree colored dragon watched her brother as did everyone else.

In the meantime some of the other eggs had begun to shake much more strongly. One had a huge crack that ran from the top of the egg to the bottom. The dragonet inside the Courageous Pioneer Egg was clearly miffed that he was not first one out. He finally got out of his shell and walked as quickly as he could toward the male Candidates. When he got close to the Sensitive Dreamer Green, he nearly knocked her over. I’m next. Stupid Bronze, stealing his thunder. He’d show him later. The blue figured he could handle a green but a Bronze was bigger and stronger. So while he followed behind the Bronze a little at a time, he began to realize he did not want any of THOSE boys. The blue turned his head toward the onlooking crowd and began to walk closer and closer to them. His steps were quicker than his larger brother but not so fast that he would loose his balance and fall.

It took a lot of time for the Bronze to make his decision. He stood in front of a brown haired young man and pushed him in the head with his chest. R’kin you are my rider. I am hungry. Feed me now.


Name: Krestanovith (Crest-ah-Nove-ith)
Age: Hatchling, 1260 (Aeriath by Nienoth)
Color: Bronze

Appearance:

Krestanovith is brightly colored like his dam or sire. There is a yellowy green tinge to his Bronze body. No other Bronze is colored like him despite his bright shaded hide. He has darker coloring under his chin and a mottling of his darker and lighter shades on his tail. His hide has a sheen known only to metallic dragons, which dazzles the onlooker when he is sunning. His claws are a dark mocha brown that gleam from good care like his hide.

A deep chest and muscular build with what appears to be great bone structure ensure that this boy will be large. It is expected that he will be much bigger than his sire, only slightly smaller than Zeuth. He should reach about 38.9 meters in length. He has a great wingsan for his size and every part of his body is where it should be for what size he will be. His head seems a bit ungainly at first but as he grows it won’t seem so big compared to his body.

Personality:

The Bronze has a great aura about him. Like many Bronzes before him, he has a sense of authority about him. He is however more the benevolent type. He has a strong sense of right and wrong and tries very hard to remain on the right side of things. A bit condescending sometimes his kindness can come of as a holier than thou sort. He prefers to keep company with dragons than to be aloof. Krestanovith does challenge authority from time to time but only on topics that mean something to him. He is not as stubborn as his rider though and can be convinced or persuaded that perhaps he is not taking the right course.

Very generous, caring and open, the dragon seems more like a brown or a blue at times. He seems to get along with everyone even people. He is a true Bronze in the end though, being both a great orator and wise dragon. He might not be the type to take control immediately but eventually if no one else leads the way, he will step up to his rightful position and take command. Krestanovith is an active dragon and would prefer to go flying than sun all day. He likes doing things and even in his sleep his tail will twitch with pent up energy.

History:

Mind Voice:Humphrey Bogart (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgUBjmL86_k&feature=related)
Text Color: 9A9B03
Hatching Order 1st
Impressed to: Rinkin


After the Bronze Impressed, the Hatching Sands were in an uproar of applause and whistling and shouts of excitement. A Bronze Hatching and Impressing first was a sign of good luck to the Pernese. While the commotion was going on the lSensitive green was finally allowed to find her lifemate. As she had been waiting she pinpointed where she had felt the right person. Looking at one boy then another she finally found him. Naioth found you! I thought I’d never find you. J’red mine, I’m very hungry.




The Sensitive Dreamer Egg

Name: Naioth
Age: Hatchling, 1260 (Aeriath by Nienoth)
Color: Green
Appearance:

Although this green is about average in size her body type is a bit odd. She has a long neck and tail and large wings but her body itself is rather small in comparison. If she were in water she'd probably look like a sea monster. As it stands all of these things on there own should not affect a dragon's flight but together, well she might have some issues. One being she may not be able to last long during threadfall. Taking off might be harder for her but she should be able to change directions and land more easily.

A beautiful sea green color is the main shade of her hide. Throughout her hide there are lighter and darker versions of sea green which seem to flow together. On Naioth's hind legs she has jade colored striations which match the color of her claws. She should grow to a length of 22.61 meters.

Personality:

Naioth is an impressionable green. She listens well to older and wiser dragons and takes what they say as the truth. She is easily given to following what other people do or say she should do. The sweet, sensitive dragon gives off the impression of a young child. She seems a bit slow at times but mostly because she often seems to be off in her own little world. She is dreamy but also perceptive. She easily feels the emotions and feelings of others and has potential to be a Search Dragon.

Her intuition is often right even uncannily so. She has a very sympathetic nature and loves to be other dragon's shoulder to cry on. A tender, loving green she is very much the baby of the clutch. Her humane nature makes it easy to see why she is often surrounded by other dragons of varying colors. She loves music and art. Often she asks her rider to show her art and take her to hear songs. Sadly she is easily manipulated and will not speak up for her own wants and needs. Rarely giving her opinion on any subject that could possibly offend anyone she knows.

History:

Mind Voice: Marilyn Monroe (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mIJYWfiZHk&feature=related)
Text Color: 2EFF8B
Impressed to: Jared, J'red

The blue was still wandering near the stands where onlookers wondered what he was up to. The Courageous Pioneer blue was not happy. How could he get up there?! No , his would have to come to him. He marched right up to the very front of the Stands and was within touching distance of people seated there. He spotted his and looked into his eyes. Come down here S’len. Fenrith is hungry. And he should not be kept waiting! What was everyone staring at? He chose what he wanted, they did not have a say in it. The blue was quite perturbed that people were getting in S’len’s way. Aeriath was the one who told them all to back down. The Queen would not have her children going hungry. They could detain the boy later.



The Courageous Pioneer Egg
Name: Fenrith
Age: newly Hatched
Color: Blue
Appearance:

Sapphire blue is what one thinks of when they see Fenrith. His hide copies the gems color so perfectly that one would think he was painted that way. There is no blemish to the deep vibrant blue color, no speckles or mottling or even striations. His hide is the same from knobbed head to clawed foot. There is not even a darkening above the eyeridges. Fenrith’s claws are also sapphire blue in color. There are brighter colored blues and even darker colored blues so Fenrith’s hide is easily missed among the masses however easy to distinguish up close.

The blue’s body is no larger nor smaller than most. He will grow to be about 27.6 meters. Perfection is a word most wouldn’t use to explain a dragon but Fenrith’s size and proportions are practically perfect. He would be a prime example of what a blue is supposed to look like and might in fact be a better flier for it. He will be successful in mating flights as well, whether his rider likes it or not. He was built to fight thread and chase greens.

Personality: An active, outgoing blue, Fenrith is hard to keep at ease. He is constantly bending the rules, pushing out of the box in which he should think inside and always seems to have a problem with authority. He likes to be in charge of his own destiny. For a dragon he is quite combative, wanting to prove himself stronger, smarter, faster and in all ways better than anyone else. He initiates contact with others rather than waiting to be spoken to. Hot headed, he is easily angered and when he is does not calm down easily. (He has a thing for wanting to flame dragon’s tails off when angry.)

He is unafraid of pushing his ideas onto other dragons. Fenrith is very assertive and will be bold in making his own demands known. He often wants to be the first to do something partly because he likes leading, despite blue dragons reputations for being mellow. He also likes to be first because he wants to say he discovered something before another did. Despite his outgoing and aggressive nature, Fenrith can be a bit naive when it comes to the world of dragons. The blue wants to be in charge but does not know how to deal with the complexities and consequences that come with such status.

History:

Mind Voice: Clark Gable (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3OLFmfWBWI&feature=related)
Text Color:000979
Impressed to: Sorlen, S’len


As the Hatching continued another of the smaller eggs began to shake and rock more and more. Until another green was brought forth. This one was a pea green color and had come from the Beastly Stubborn Egg. She was quick to find a lifemate among the girls. A tall dark haired young woman quickly led Bealveth to the feeding area.



The Beastly Stubborn Egg
Name: Bealveth
Age: newly Hatched
Color: Green

Appearance:

Pea green is the color of this lady’s hide. While her main coloring is not enough to identify her among a crowd, her markings are distinctive. Bealveth has lighter green on all four feet, like she is wearing socks. This light coloring is also on her headknob tips. There is a light speckling on her muzzle of the lighter green. Her claws gleam a dark forest green color.

She has a slightly large frame for a green but is by no means the largest green at the Weyr. Bea is going to be about 24.0 meters in length as an adult. Her proportions are nearly exact though her wings are a slight bit larger than average. This will not affect her abilities in any way and it is a barely noticeable to the eye unless compared to other greens.

Personality:

Not your average flirty green, Bealveth is more interested in growing to be a good wing rider. She is stable and down to earth and is not given to dreaminess like some can be. She is a realist. If she can see it and feel it then it is real. If you cannot prove it is so, then it is not so. Stubborn might be an understatement when it comes to Bea. She will never give up on something if she believes it is right.

Bealveth does well in Weyrling lessons and later on in a wing. She is focused and dependable. She is physically strong for a green and will push the envelope of how long a green of her size can last in a flight. She is oddly sensual and enjoys all things that might arouse the senses. This will include mating flights in which her appetite for flights might be a bit concerning to her rider. She will mate more often than the average green.

History:

Mind Voice: Elizabeth Taylor (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWB515pbe5E&feature=related)
Text Color:61B925
Impressed to: Female, NPC

[Ise]

Blahblahblah eggs were doing stuff, people were getting excited and making too much racket. But there! There she was! Sorlen jumped out of his seat as the bronze dragon Impressed making it look like he was just excited about the dragons. But his dark eyes were focused on one of the girls on the sands. It was easy for him to recognize his sister's small form. When the gold hatched maybe he’d be able to get away from this Shield-
Come down here S’len. Fenrith is hungry.

Sorlen had never heard a dragon’s voice in his mind before. He let out a little ‘gaah!’ at the sound in his mind, his plans of trying to find a way to get to his sister ruined by that intruding sound. His head darted around as he tried to make sense of it. The Shield woman and guards seemed to know what was going on though and were throwing a fit about it. His eyes finally fell on the blue dragon that was looking at him and Sorlen’s face lost all color. Oh Shards. No, nonono. He wasn’t suppose to Impress! He wasn’t a stupid candidate! He glared down at the dragon and the dragon glared right back, just as annoyed as Sorlen was but for different reason.

Sorlen sat back down, crossing his arms over his chest as he refused to take responsibility for the dragon. He didn’t want the dragon any more then all these people wanted him to have it. But he wasn’t given much say in the matter as Akroma grabbed his arm and yanked him up, clearly willing to dislocate his shoulder if he didn’t do things more willingly. She escorted him down to the sands where Fenrith waited for him, the blue walking along side Sorlen as they were both led to area that had been set up for the new hatchlings to feed at.

The Holdless youth continued to scowl and be stubborn. While the dragon had Impressed to him, they couldn’t force him to take care of it. Even if he could feel the dragons hunger as though it were his own. Akroma seemed to realize this and put a hand on his shoulder, her fingers painfully digging in to him as she hissed in his ear.
“You will behave yourself and do what the dragon wants or else I’ll let Jarshan know that you’re being a pain. You’ve Impressed so we can’t kill you but you don’t need both hands to be a rider.”
Swallowing, Sorlen looked down at his hand still wrapped in bandages from his first encounter with Jarshan. Well. Maybe he could feed the dragon. This one time at least.

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Ajallvon was standing in a group with the other male Candidates when the eggs began to hatch. It was very exciting. At first, he wasn't sure what would hatch first. It ended with a Bronze emerging first, and a Green after him. A Bronze hatching first was supposed to mean good look for the Weyr. Ajallvon wasn't sure if he believed it or not, but it was still a good thing. The Weyr could add another Bronze to it's ranks, and that was something to be grateful for. The Bronze, the Green, and the Blue that hatched next all headed towards the boys. Ajallvon watched them all in expectation, trying to remain calm, and breathing through his mouth because the smell of newly hatched dragons really wasn't all that pleasant. He hoped that wouldn't stop him from getting a lifemate. He certainly come this far, and it would be terrible for it to stop here. Of course, even if he didn't Impress this time around, there would be other hatchings to Stand, and with Thread coming, those hatchings would be numerous.

While he thought about this, the dragons continued their searches. All of them seemed to be taking a while, but it was the Bronze that Impressed first. Ajallvon didn't know the boy very well, but he knew his name was Rinkin, or at least that it had been. His name would have changed; Ajallvon would have to ask him what he had changed it too later, although there weren't really many options with a short name. At least he had the advantage of having a longer name. Ajallvon already knew what he wanted to call himself, but he didn't want to get too far ahead of himself in this. First he had to Impress, then he could have a new name that went with his new life. If he didn't Impress, then it didn't matter and he would have a Turn or so to rethink his name before the next hatching. The traditional name-changing of male riders was something that upset Ajallvon a bit, because he liked his name. It had taken some thinking, but he had finally decided that he could stand the change if he needed too. After all, the new name would give him new status in the Weyr. Although if he had the choice, he probably wouldn't change it at all. The girls didn't have too, but that was mostly because the didn't Impress as often as boys, and, if he was correct, the name-change thing originated from shouting to each other while flying after Thread, and the necessity of having shorter names so they could attract each others attention more easily. Ajallvon was a bit of a mouthful to say, but if it was shortened to only two syllables, he could be called to much quicker. So even if he didn't like it, the changes did seem necessary, or at least important.

The Green Impressed after the Bronze, to a boy named Jared, probably J'red now. Ajallvon was glad to see the hatching going well, but he was also a bit sad. The dragons hadn't really given him much of a glance. The Blue still there, but soon he turned away as well and, if Ajallvon was seeing this right, for someone in the Stands! Ajallvon had never seen that kind of thing before, and he had to wonder if it was a good thing. Well, it was the dragon's choice above all else, and it was better than having the Blue go between.

Another Green hatched and went off to a female Candidate rather quickly. That was four out of twelve already hatched, and Ajallvon couldn't Impress the Gold. He was left with so few chances to Impress, only seven of those remaining eggs could hold his lifemate. The world certainly wouldn't end if his dragon wasn't here. It might even be a good thing. He would get to experience another hatching on the Sands. Of course, if he didn't Impress now, there was always the possibility that he never would, and he didn't really want to think about that. Instead, he turned his gaze to the other eggs. The hatching had only just begun. There were still dragons to be Impressed. He could worry about his future after the hatching was over.