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I Don't Know What to Do JP Kassia/K'ssyn

sailyn2
 

OOC: Night of explosion

Of the Candidates brought back to the Weyr after the Caverns, only Kassia’s family was among them. Kashara was left feeling alone even among her family. She wanted to talk to K’ssyn. She sent a note via Melody.


Are you on duty or are you available to meet? If you can meet, I’ll be at the dinner place in a quarter candlemark.


-K


Without waiting for a reply, she snuck off to his weyr.


From the moment he’d heard the explosion, and shortly after when the keening began, Tiscarth having filled him in on the public details, and then Ko’ssen providing scant additional information, K’synn’s main thought had been for Kashara.  Her mother had been hurt, gold Foreth possibly injured as well, and Kashara had been away on the Candidate trip.  He considered asking Tiscarth to reach out to her, but realized that he had no idea if she knew or not.  If she didn’t, then the news shouldn’t come from him.  His calm demeanor was shaken by the events, even with the small details he had, but still, he ignored the part of him that wanted rash actions.


So he was relieved when her flit Melody appeared with a note from her.  She was here at the Weyr.  He couldn’t be sure, but he doubted the other Candidates had been recalled from their trip, and it was more likely that she was here because of her mother’s injuries.


Tiscarth was helping to calm a few of the younger dragons, but the weyrlings themselves had already been talked to, calmed, and the few that needed special attention had gone off with their mentors.  But K’synn had no one in his office now, and so, with a quick notice on his board saying he’d be back soon, he snuck off to his weyr.


It felt strange to knock on his own door, but he did before he entered his weyr.  “Kashara?” he called out as he entered, not sure what state he’d find her in.  


Kashara had felt bad about sneaking into his apartment with him not there, but she hadn’t wanted to be caught. Once inside, she collapsed on the sofa and the tears came for the first time. And they didn’t stop coming. Tears for her mom. Tears for Foreth and what could only be dead dragonets still in their shell. Tears for a random kiss that had just happened and what K’ssyn would say. Tears for everything. She buried her face in one of the sofa pillows to try to stifle the noise, but the tactic helped only a little.


When K’ssyn came in, she turned away. 


“Don’t look at me,” she said. “I’m ugly with tears.”


He said nothing as he closed the door behind him, taking in the muffled sounds of crying coming from the form on his couch.  His mother had been attacked once, in a raid on the Caravan.  She’d been injured, had been pregnant at the time, and lost the baby.  The event had happened Turns ago, and he’d been still a young teenager at the time.  The attack had been terrifying, but what he remembered most about that day was his fear for his mother.  She’d ended up losing the baby, and the healers had warned her against having any others.  So he had a reference point for what Kashara was going through.


He walked to the couch, sat down near her head, and pulled her head and the pillow onto his lap.  He placed one of his hands on her shoulder gently but firmly.  “Get it out, Kashara.  It’s alright.”


She only cried harder, clutching at his legs. Soon she was crying so hard that she started to panic and had to use his touch to work herself back down. His touch was steadying and warm. Another time she might have considered differently about the fact that her face was in his lap, but for the moment she took comfort.


With time the crying slowed and then stopped. She pulled from his lap and sat up, instinctively pressing against him as she sat on the couch.


“I’m sorry about that, I just...there’s so much going on,” she said, hiccuping here and there.


He let her cry, not saying anything, just holding her.  There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do to make the situation any better.  There was only time for that.  He didn’t have the verbal gift of eloquence his eldest brother did, and he didn’t bother to try.  When she seemed to have cried herself out and sat up, he let her, removing his touch from her so that she was unencumbered.  And yet, he was pleased when she sat leaning against him still.  He placed an arm about her shoulder protectively.  


“It’s alright.  What did they tell you about what happened?” he asked.  He had to be careful.   He couldn’t be the one to give her more information than what those who had fetched her from the candidate trip had given her.  And he didn’t want to force her to keep any secrets -- he was firmly not thinking about the already secretive nature of their meetings -- while she was already so emotionally burdened.  That wasn’t fair to her.  


“That there...there... was an accident at the Caverns and mom was...was... hur...hurt and some eggs...some of them... were broken,” she said and nearly started crying all over again. She looked away from him. “Meanwhile I ...I was drinking sommmething...something that was prob..probably full of alcohol and...and...” Shame flushed through her and she couldn’t finish the sentence.


K’synn misinterpreted her flush, thinking that she was telling an AWLM that she, a Candidate, had been drinking, which wasn’t allowed right now with eggs on the Sands.  So he decided the best thing was to just ignore that bit and act as if it didn’t matter.  “Have you gotten to see your mom yet?” he asked.  Seeing a parent hurt was hard, but it was harder imagining the pain they might be in.  At least getting to see them, or speak to a healer, could help to alleviate some anxiety. 


She shook her head. “They’re keeping her quiet. They just brought us back from the trip and everyone’s so busy no one is noticing what we do. I just...I didn’t want to be alone or to have to answer questions.” She pushed away from him, not looking at him. “But I shouldn’t let you hug me. I don’t deserve it. I...I kissed a boy. I don’t know what to think.” And that was the closest she’d gotten to admitting that she might see their time together as more than just friendly.


He was so startled by her sudden movement that he almost missed what she said.  It took a moment for the words to sink in, and when they did, he was surprised at the surge of emotions they invoked.  He paused for a moment as he recognized the jealousy, disappointment, surprise and denial all rose up in him, for a moment equally warring with each other.  He wasn’t unused to the first two.  She wouldn’t be the first girl he’d lost to another suitor, but that didn’t stop his own surprise at finding the emotions there at all.  They were just friends.  She shouldn't feel bad, and he shouldn’t feel...well like this.  It shouldn’t matter to him that she kissed someone else.


((I warned you that there was more to this than you wanted to admit.)) Tiscarth said, having tuned in when he felt K’synn’s emotional turmoil.  The words were not unkindly said, but his dragon did tend to sound like he was saying “I told you so.”  


K’synn took a deep breath, annoyed at Tiscarth now, that emotion adding to the stew.  But he wasn’t the kind to act rashly, so he calmed himself steadily.  “I don’t know what to say, Kashara.  But that doesn’t change the fact that something tragic just happened.  You certainly deserve my empathy right now.”  Was that all this was?  Empathy for a candidate?  His gut-punched feeling told him this was significantly more than that.  But he still had a hard time wrapping his head around it.  They hadn’t spent a ton of time together, he barely knew her.  Yet he was drawn to her in a way that he hadn’t been to anyone else in a very long time.  


Kashara pressed against him, feeling more comfortable than she had in a long time even as her mind was in a roil. “But that’s...stupid to worry about. My mom...she’s hurt and they say not bad, but they like to hide things. And eggs broken.” The sad thing was they didn’t have the punch they might because she’d been through both before. With her missing the keening, it just didn’t seem as real or immediate as it might. Sure, she’d cried over it, but give her a little bit of time and she’d be on firmer ground.


“Your mother is the Weyrwoman.  They have to reassure everyone that she’s ok and control information.”  It wasn’t like he knew much more than that either, and he had no way to inquire for details that, if Kashara hadn’t been given them, he certainly would not be.  “But she’s still your mom.  And it’s ok to be worried about her.  You wouldn’t have been crying if you weren’t worried.”  He wiped some the still wet tears off of her cheek with his thumb.  He gave her one of his soft smiles that barely qualified as a smile, and looked closer to a grimace.  “And as to the eggs, at least it wasn’t dragon and rider both dying horribly in Fall.  It’s still tragic, but I’m less worried about the eggs than I am about you and your mom.”


“You’ve never seen what losing eggs can do to a Queen and her rider,” Kashara said, concentrating on what she could to not think about her mom in a weird way. “And those eggs would have been dragons to riders that would have helped fight Thread. But at least it’s not the gold eggs. That...that would be terrible.”


He left his hand on her cheek for longer than he needed, but he was reluctant to remove it.  “I’ve seen what losing children does to a mother,” he thought about his own mother’s grief over her lost child and those she had still wanted to bear (although you’d think she’d be satisfied with the lot of them.  You’d think seven -- plus Rowaen -- was enough).  “I can’t imagine it’s easy for Foreth.  Have you been to see your mother yet?  Or Foreth?” he asked her softly.  


Kashara shook her head. “I was told that they wouldn’t let me in,” she said. “They have to get things sorted and secure and all.” She shrugged. “They’ll let me see her when things are better. I doubt I’ll get to see Foreth, but she won’t want to see me anyway. Mostly, I think they just want me to stay out of the way and not cause trouble right now.”


K’synn wished she’d been able to see her mom, to be able to get reassuring words from the Healers, but he had no sway or pull to help her.  She probably had more than he did.  There was nothing he could do for her there, and she also hadn’t asked him to do anything.  But he wanted to fix things, however he could, to help her.  “What can I do, Kashara?” he asked instead.  


She shook her head. And just continued pressing against him. “Just don’t leave me. Don’t make me leave. I don’t want to...I don’t want to be around others.”


He couldn’t help the satisfied feeling that when she didn’t want to be around others, she still wanted to be around him.  “Of course, Kashara.  You can stay here as long as you want.”  He put an arm about her protectively, drawing her close into his chest.  He leaned his head down to kiss the top of her head.  


Kashara blushed even as she pressed into him more. She felt safe where she was and comforted. Niggling at the back of her head was of how things would go if she Impressed. Part of her knew that it was a bad idea. The other part of her wanted him with her on that journey.


“Thank you,” was all she said and closed her eyes. Very soon she was asleep.


It was sometime later, after she fell asleep, K’synn gingerly picked her up, carried her to his bed, and tucked her in.  He stroked her hair for a moment, before grabbing a spare blanket and heading to the couch.  It was a long time before he fell asleep, the niggling doubts and whispers of things to come and forbidden possibilities dancing in his head. 


Re: Hatching- Leading Into the Light #HatchingForeth2020 (Asheran/Cheironth) #HatchingForeth2020

Jenna Cunningham
 

Asheran had made it onto the Sands. He had pushed his way to the center of the group as best he could, keeping his head down, throwing conspiratorially glances toward Lerian, Ronhim and Luicion, who he picked out of the crowd of other candidates as he pushed into the press. The girls, he presumed, were upstairs with Kashara and the gold eggs. He was relieved he hadn't had to sneak into the circle of gold hopefuls - shaving his beard and hunching his shoulders may have gotten him past the guards posted at the entrance, but he was certain the gold dragon would have sniffed him out immediately, and then -
 
And then he'd look a lot like Sorho did now, he thought - and wondered afterwards if he might be in shock. He hadn't moved to try and help the boy, or even Ysolde - who he had spent time around, and respected and liked. He hadn't been able to make himself move at all; he had stood there, breathing hard through his nose, staring rigidly ahead while his shoulders and back bunched up into tense knots and his blood sang in his ears. He knew, logically, that if he tried to help - he would die, too. And this time there was no immediate, instinctive kick forward. His body balked, and that saved his life.
 
The pride he'd felt when Lerian had gone off with the one-eyed bronze, already battle-scarred out of the egg, had been squashed. He watched the others Impress, watched in some satisfaction as Ronhim left with the brown he had confided earlier in the Stands that he might not have been worthy of, and then suddenly, creeping in unbidden again, was the thought:
 
What if I'm left behind again?
 
No. He couldn't be. He had to succeed - there was nothing else left for him if he failed.
 
And then the blue and the bronze had hatched.
 
Something clenched painfully in his chest at the sight of that bronze ordering the little blue about, clearly instructing and assisting his lesser clutchmate. He was so effortlessly obeyed, so certain, and the blue clearly appreciated the bronze's patient assistance. You're me, Asheran thought, you have to be mine - but he had been wrong before, and he tried to kill the thought before it grew and grew and he was left gutted and aching.
 
It grew anyway, and he found himself sidling forward, stepping around another candidate, trying to angle toward the head of the pack without being super, super obvious about it - and no doubt being incredibly obvious about it as a result. It didn't matter. This was - had to be - his moment.
 
((Asheran, let me tell you what I know!))
 
Even wanting it so desperately that his hands shook, that his chest ached, that his heart thundered in his head and his vision blurred, that voice in his mind shattered him completely. He dropped to his knees and watched as the bronze approached, stopping just short of butting against his chest. Patient, he realised. Waiting. In that heartbeat silence between moments, Asheran gave himself over to his dragon: without reservation, holding nothing back.
 
"Tell me what you know," he whispered, unaware that he was crying, and for every piece of him that had broken, the bronze bound it up again. He was remade, bit by bit, that Other inside his head serving as the glue that held him whole, until he was almost himself again - himself, but different.
 
((I am Cheironth. Truenoth Big-Talker is my sire. I have taught Fogryth, but we will teach others, too. You are my lifemate. You must tell me what my other goals in life are.))
 
Asheran let himself slump forwards until he could touch the bronze, and put his arms around the dragonet's neck, and bury his tear-streaked face against the egg-wet hide of his lifemate.
 
"Everything," he rasped.
 
((...Then we have much to learn, indeed.)) 
 
Cheironth paused, then with careful dignity added: ((But I have made a new discovery that I need to share. I have discovered that I am very hungry, so you must now feed me.))
 
Tears. Tears and laughter in equal measure.


Keeping Updated JP Kassia/N'shen #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

After M’gal left, Kassia was left with her own thoughts again. She kept replaying the images that the dragons had shared with her in her head. Somehow the whole thing felt surreal because she couldn’t be there in person. Someone was dead. Two golds Impressed. Her older daughters Impressing finally. So many things to think of.


N'shen was too dark to look properly pale, but there was an ashen hue to his skin when he made his way into the Infirmary up check in with Kassia. He had been prepared – or so he thought – for an outside attack. Not for one of the Hatchlings to… well. He would not soon be forgetting that sight.


"Hey, Kass," he greeted her. "Are you… How are you feeling?"


Kassia offered him a small smile as he came in. She gestured with her good hand. “Sit. I’m...doing okay. I only got to see the Hatching from dragon images, so I’m probably better than you are.”


"It feels like we finally deserve a break. Some peace. But the universe doesn't work that way, does it?" N'shen tried to smile, but the expression was off. It most certainly did not touch his eyes.


"Congratulations on the two healthy golden girls," he said. "Truenoth is pleased as punch. He, uh… he doesn't… he's already forgotten about the blood. He didn't have to see it. But I… don't really know how he could put the smell out of his mind so easily. He only cares that the eggs Hatched. Well done, good and faithful soldier…"


“Foreth’s thrilled and she’s even happier that she can vacate the Caverns finally,” Kassia said. “She didn’t see the worst of it. I got it from Ozayith’s eyes and I’m sure it was worse in person. Thank you for being there, though. I hate that I wasn’t able to be there.”


"It's… It's a difficult way to begin a class. The girl, ah… Trifali. She's Tr'foshe's girl, yes? He, ah… he should know how to help her. Yes?" N'shen wished he knew how to help. But he supposed that was why Tr'foshe was a weyrlingmaster and not him. Or was he a Candidatemaster? N'shen might have let that separation of responsibility be a little too separate.


“He might, but she’s really in the AWLMs’ hands now,” Kassia said. “That reminds me, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to check in and make sure that Asheran is given punishment for sneaking onto the Sands. And I want to know about anyone who helped him as well.”


"Asheran," said N'shen, committing the name to memory. So many things he needed to memorize. Tr'foshe was with the Candidates. He would need to check with the Weyrlingmasters then to make sure they had this in hand. But then, of course, they would. And that was really not his place. He had enough on his plate already with trying to oversee the investigation into who was attacking the Weyr. They could handle this. He had to trust they would.


And if someone had sneaked onto the Sands… that implied another hole in their security.


"I'll make sure it happens. Your girl, Shalia, she was one of the ones who got hurt, but she's all right. Not like… nowhere near like the other, the boy. Or even the other girl. Ysolde." So many names to remember.


"I thought for sure she'd have gotten one of the golds." He chuckled, but his heart was not in it.


“She didn’t stay here, so I know she can’t be too bad off,” Kassia said. “I thought there was a chance she’d get a gold, too, but blue fits her so much better. One of the girls who get Mendl helped take care of Foreth. I think she’s a good match. I don’t know the other one. We’ll see how things go.”


"Oh, of… of course, you'd have heard," N'shen nodded. Why was he so rattled? Why was he taking everything, all of these things, as though he was at fault, as though he should have somehow been able to keep them from happening?


"It's… This isn't at all how I pictured True's first sired clutch." He laughed this time. More nervous than humorous.


“This...sadly is not so far out there for one of Foreth’s clutches,” Kassia said. “Maybe not Candidate dead...but crushed eggs and general chaos.” She frowned. “I wish I’d been there. Maybe I could have had Foreth stay in the lower Caverns and we’d have been there to stop...that from happening.”


"Don't blame yourself." It was easy for N'shen to say that and mean it to Kassia. Why so difficult for himself? How many dead now under his watch, not even counting Fall? The crushed eggs, the boy… And would the girl keep her arms? Not a death, but perhaps a half-life. And True was still blind.


Why had N'shen ever thought he wanted this?


"I'm going to find them. The ones who started this all. And I… We'll make them… We'll see justice done. They're the ones to blame for all of this. For the stabbing, the explosion, the crushed eggs, the blinded dragons, the… the dead kid. I won't let them get away with it."


“They’d better hope they’re never caught,” Kassia agreed. “Getting staked out to Thread will be a mercy to what I’d want to do to them.” Kassia had lots of knives and would be glad to try every single one out on whoever was responsible. “But for now, we take care of our injured and our Weyrlings and we prevent anything else from happening.”


"Whatever they hope, I will find them. They've dashed too many hopes to ever have any more of their own," said N'shen resolutely, and a bit of the color returned to his complexion.


"And I will see that you do have your way with them before Thread does. There will be no more. I'm not going to rest. Play defense. They can't hurt us if they're caught."


“We’ll figure this out,” Kassia promised. “I should get some more sleep though. Thank you for checking in on me. And let me know what you find out. I want to deal with this myself...in a couple of days.”


"I'm sorry to keep you up. Rest well, my friend, you've done well." N'shen reached down to gently squeeze her hand. "I'll see you in a couple of days."


Re: Hatching - Wings of Vengeance (ATTN: Miacca/Aelloth, Isirdux)

Jerzy Tobin
 

The second forefoot hung, still threatening, over that leg but the attention Aelloth once fixed onto Isirdux shifted away, leaving the male Candidate to, instead, fix her whirling gaze onto Miacca. {{Surely we can't let wrongdoers go free, he will go do bad. That is what wrongdoers do.}}

There was the wrongdoer phrase again, Miacca took a deep breath and exhaled it, gathering the thoughts that'd been previously blown to Faranth knew where by Impression. "I'm aware that is what they do, hence the name, wrongdoer but he hasn't done anything wrong." She paused and waited expectantly for Aelloth to react to her words.

Aelloth wiggled, twitched, she couldn't stand still even while she considered what Miacca said about this wrongdoer, or maybe wrongdoer. The gaze she'd removed from the Candidate swung sharply back around, back onto Isirdux and she lowered her head, huffing a breath out into his face. {{Are you absolutely sure he's not? He sure looks like he knows he has been caught doing something bad.}}
Trying to listen to the one-sided (to him) conversation while in pain
and still terrified was hard, oh so hard. But at least he was no
longer being clawed at, even if the green hadn't fully let go of him
yet. Something about...wrongdoing? He hadn't done anything wrong!

"I haven't! I didn't *do* anything!" Isirdux insisted. "I didn't!"



--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Hatching - Dark Riddles #HatchingForeth2020

kepheren
 

His mind was too busy for this. Ronhim was having a lot of trouble thinking warm and welcoming thoughts. So much was going on in the Weyr and his heart was still full of unresolved anger...and being awakened in the middle of the night didn't help any! Still, this was the reason he was here; to find his own dragon and to then make a difference in the world. He so desperately wanted to do something important in life and to be more than what everyone had expected of him. He wasn't stupid and he could be more than a drudge....and this might be his chance to prove it.

Doing his best to clear his head he did marvel at how different this hatching was. Ronhim was a bit better prepared and at least his robe fit this time. Watching the the green and brown hatchlings with some amusement something began to bubble up in the back of his mind. His eyes focused on the little brown as it came running towards him and he felt the voice for the first time in his mind...and it felt like it belonged there. It felt so very right.

((Ronhim, come show me where to go!))

The new weyrling fell to his knees at the contact, happy tears coming to his face. Never had he imagined it would feel like this. For a short moment he forget everything he had been taught about what was supposed to happen now. At least till the first waves of hunger hit him. Collecting his wits he stood as quickly as possible, after giving Tredamth a warm hug in greeting of course!

"Yes....yes....we need to feed you. Come, follow me."

He began to walk, a bit dazed with the emotion of it all. And with that the new pair left the sands to begin their new life together.


Re: Hatching - Wings of Vengeance (ATTN: Miacca/Aelloth, Isirdux)

Mya L. R.
 

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 8:02 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
Isirdux whimpered as the claws found the hem of his robe and pulled
down, sinking into his leg at the same time.  'Don't kick!' he
thought. 'Don't do something to set her off!'  But oh, it was hard not
to want to kick out at the dragonet.  His chest stung, and those claws
in his leg weren't any better.  But he was still alive.  He could
survive scratches!  Shard it all, couldn't she move on and leave him
alone?

Then he heard someone saying something, trying to stop the dragonet.
Despite the tears in his eyes, and the fear, Isirdux dared to peek
through his arms, hoping against hope that he was going to be saved.

The second forefoot hung, still threatening, over that leg but the attention Aelloth once fixed onto Isirdux shifted away, leaving the male Candidate to, instead, fix her whirling gaze onto Miacca.  {{Surely we can't let wrongdoers go free, he will go do bad.  That is what wrongdoers do.}}

There was the wrongdoer phrase again, Miacca took a deep breath and exhaled it, gathering the thoughts that'd been previously blown to Faranth knew where by Impression.  "I'm aware that is what they do, hence the name, wrongdoer but he hasn't done anything wrong."  She paused and waited expectantly for Aelloth to react to her words.

Aelloth wiggled, twitched, she couldn't stand still even while she considered what Miacca said about this wrongdoer, or maybe wrongdoer.  The gaze she'd removed from the Candidate swung sharply back around, back onto Isirdux and she lowered her head, huffing a breath out into his face.  {{Are you absolutely sure he's not?  He sure looks like he knows he has been caught doing something bad.}}
 
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Hatching - First Queenly Feeding ((Attn: Calyse, Kashara, Any))

 

Guiding the new gold toward food didn’t take much effort, the dragonet’s drive to eat after Hatching a strong enough instinct that all Calyse needed to do was point her in the right direction. The AWLMs along the sides had fresh-cut meat ready and waiting for the new dragonets, and Calyse moved with Andorath in tow to the cluster of their new clutchmates. 


((I hunger terribly, you will feed me!)) Andorath demanded of her rider, shoving her way through the line of baby weyrlings to access the food platters. 


“Andorath, no! You have to go slow, you can’t just bully in!” Calyse was quick to chastise, scrambling to impose her will on the pushy female. As she settled into the routine of stuffing chunks of meat into the open waiting maw of her dainty gold, she turned to the others nearby. 


“I’m s-so sorry about her. I won’t let-- Kashara!” Her face lit, changing instantly from apologetic to delighted to spy her friend. “You Impressed, too!”


The Nightmare is Over, Right? Att: Isirdux/Lan

Jerzy Tobin
 

His first ever Hatching had been a disaster, but at least he'd made it
out alive, right? There were bloody marks on both his chest and his
thigh, but neither injury was actually life threatening. His robes
were ruined, but he'd be around to make another set. That's what he
kept telling himself as things began to get sorted out, and a healer
was called over to check and tend to his wounds.

--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Hatching - Wings of Vengeance (ATTN: Miacca/Aelloth, Isirdux)

Jerzy Tobin
 

At the movement, Aelloth jerked her head back, more surprised over it being the upper portion that had moved. {{You won't get away from me, you...you wrongdoer!}} She stretched her claws out once more and slammed them down onto the white hem, her shoulder putting enough force behind it that they lowered down with her. That Miacca wore something white...well the green hadn't really seen anything beyond the fact that Miacca was there with her. She raised her other forefoot which brought it over the Candidate's thigh.

Her green was moving, her green was slamming her forefoot down onto the other Candidate's Hatching Robes. The Impression sank in enough that Miacca was beginning to process more than just Aelloth's beautiful, smooth floating name and...there was something about the other Candidate being a wrongdoer? Miacca shook her head while she finally lurched into motion, dropping onto her knees and wrapping her arms around Aelloth. "No! No, that isn't necessary, we don't have to catch him!"
Isirdux whimpered as the claws found the hem of his robe and pulled
down, sinking into his leg at the same time. 'Don't kick!' he
thought. 'Don't do something to set her off!' But oh, it was hard not
to want to kick out at the dragonet. His chest stung, and those claws
in his leg weren't any better. But he was still alive. He could
survive scratches! Shard it all, couldn't she move on and leave him
alone?

Then he heard someone saying something, trying to stop the dragonet.
Despite the tears in his eyes, and the fear, Isirdux dared to peek
through his arms, hoping against hope that he was going to be saved.


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Hatching - Solving a Dark Puzzle #HatchingForeth2020

 

The Hatching seemed to dragon on for an eternity, though really no inordinate amount of time had passed. Calyse stood among the other girls, turning to watch as a few splintered off to join new lifemates down below. She was happy for them. Their wait was over and they were escaping unscathed, the screaming that echoed ominously in the Cavern proof that not all would walk away happy and unharmed that night. The sickening noises made her hair stand on end, made her body begin to shake from the surge of adrenaline. Fingers balled into fists at her sides as she willed the trembling to stop and focused on the golden eggs just as they began to Hatch.

Calyse gaped in awe. They were a stunning pair and willful if the proverbial butting of heads was anything to go by. She felt her stomach drop as they both tried to abandon the gathered Candidates, but Foreth's intervention had them turning back. It all seemed to happen so fast after that, the injuring of Shalia which made Calyse clap a hand over her mouth to cover the gasp that left her. They were so brutal! It was a shock to witness firsthand, and as both baby queens swung back in her direction she felt her resolve waver. For dragonets fresh from the shell, they were surprisingly quick. When they barreled toward her at speed, she took in a shivering breath to steel her composure and stared the twin heralds of deaths down as they charged, bracing for the impact that never came. The second gold darted elsewhere, further beyond where Calyse was standing.  The first came to an abrupt halt directly before her, tickling her bare legs with a spray of sand. 

((Calyse, you are mine. The world is a puzzle, but we will take it on together and conquer it.))

Breath caught in her throat. Savage scarlet orbs swirled rainbow with love as they stared into her eyes and were it not for the beautiful voice crystal clear in her mind, Calyse would not have been able to believe it. Tears sprang forth unbidden, streaking her cheeks even as she murmured adoringly, reaching forward to wrap her arms around that golden head. "Anything and everything, always together," she answered the baby queen. She'd have stood there forever engrossed in the sensations of warmth and togetherness she'd never before experienced, were it not for the growing hunger that gnawed in the pit of her stomach. Andorath needed food. She knew the steps, now it was time to put them into practice.

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 12:51 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Despite the horrendous start to the whole affair, the Healers bustling the mangled body of the Candidate away behind the covered screen of their own bodies and ushering the other Candidate who had gotten caught in the midst of the carnage off the Sands herself to tend to the wounds on her arms that streamed with blood, the fact was, the Hatching had to continue. And continue it did. However, there were still two eggs sitting up on the upper Caverns that no doubt, were at the forefront of many minds. Especially the female Candidates who were being called up according to those who had been approved to see the gold eggs in the first place and a few select others, to join Foreth in surrounding the two large, glittering eggs that were undoubtedly gold.


Perhaps the more ruthless or competitive of them might be quietly elated at seeing one of their competition removed. No doubt there may have been more than one thought that Ysolde might have been something of a shoe-in and if anyone had placed any bets, they might be sorely disappointed to watch the bloodied, distraught girl be gently led away by the Healers. There would be no Hatching for her. At least not today.


For those that had been called up to join Foreth, the tension cranked up a notch. But downstairs, eggs were still hatching and when they weren’t ripping apart Candidates, they were still going on to find their new Riders exactly as they were meant to be. Things will still going… more or less… to plan. Even if some of the hatchlings were, thus far, just downright creepy.


The lighting in the Upper Caverns was even dimmer than it was for the Lower Caverns. The area was tiny compared to down below with just enough room for Foreth, the eggs, two ACMs, and the Candidates. If the whole of the Candidates had had to fit up there, they might have had trouble, but with only the select group of girls that had been largely called up before the first egg cracked, there was plenty of room.


Downstairs there was a lot going on, but it seemed like the gold eggs were taking their time. Every Once in a while one or the other would give a twitch. Or maybe that was just the imagination of the girls who wanted the gold eggs.


Time ticked by while the sounds downstairs swelled each time a new Impression occurred. Then things began to happen.


A claw punctured near the top of the Gilded Cage Egg and twisted in a half circle until the gold inside pushed the way out like stepping through a door. The gold who stepped out took a powerful but dainty step forward as she shed her cage. She stopped to pose regally. Everything about her screamed femininity, her body the shimmering color of a lady’s finest gold colored dress.


((Finally, I am free!)) she bugled.


(( And you are loud. )) The disgruntled voice from inside the First Temptation Egg seemed to bristle with annoyance for all that the egg had barely even begun to quiver. It had sat solemnly quiet and still throughout all of the events thus far with only the occasional shiver of movement. It seemed that for all intents and purposes, the occupant was in far less of a hurry than her sister to step out into the world. The shimmering shell, so similar in texture to densely packed, clay soil began to sway a little, calmly beginning to rock from side to side as faint lines began to appear over the surface. (( I hope you are not always this tiresomely noisy. )) There was a distinct note of snobbery in the soft but very female voice as the lines began to spread faster and faster over the shell’s surface.


As if someone had shattered a mirror and watched the pieces fall to the ground, all of a sudden the shell seemed to collapse, cascading in pieces around a slender gold hatchling whose hide seemed to shift and swirl with various shades of gold all blending into one. Casting her nose into the air, the hatchling sniffed deeply, her tongue flickering out as though she were tasting the very air itself. (( Hmmm…. )) She said thoughtfully. (( … I smell death on the air… ))


((I hope you’re not always so creepy,)) the first gold said, her nose in the air. ((Actually, I hope you are, because who would welcome a creepy gold? A refined, beautiful gold like me will be much more adored and sought out.))


Above, Foreth rumbled with satisfaction, clearly not upset by the already apparent rivalry appearing and with no Kassia to control her, she was still doing exactly what she wanted even if that meant being willing to encourage and stop the actions between the golds at whim.


(( Oh joy, a vacuous airhead. What a delight. )) The occupant of the now thoroughly destroyed First Temptation egg stretched languidly, her mind-voice seeming thoroughly bored with the whole thing. Again the tendrils of a scent caught her attention and she cautiously sniffed the air. (( You are foolish if you cannot sense it. Terrible things have already happened tonight. Things that cannot be undone. Pay a little more attention to things other than your own vanity, foolish child. )) That she was exactly the same age - if not hatched a few minutes later - seemed to completely escape Nimoth as she stretched, each moment filled with an easy and captivating grace. 


((Maybe I’d be more likely to listen to you if you focused on more than the macabre.)) The first gold flicked her tail dismissively. ((I do appreciate you admitting that you’re ugly. Beauty can be used so neatly in so many ways. An ugly gold could do no such thing. Even if you’re smart, if you’re ugly you’ll have to work harder to be taken seriously because who would want to look at you? What is your name anyway? I’m sure it’s as hideous as you are.))


The sonorous bugle that came from the second gold was perhaps as close to a laugh as anyone could imagine a dragon being capable of making. (( Oh you dear, dear thing. I am well aware of my own wondrous beauty. Aware that I am perfection cast from a mold that would make artists weep with joy for the sheer sight of me. )) And despite her bragging, if it was that, there was a truth to her words. As she moved on her feet, it was evident that there was a graceful elegance to her proportions, even as a newborn. She had none of the evident clumsiness that was often so common in hatchlings, moving instead with an easy fluidity. (( Unlike yourself however, I feel no need to proclaim my glory. For I am already aware of it. And that is why I do not need to kowtow to your foolish prattling. Things have happened that you should pay heed to. ))


Flicking her wings, wings that were streaks with bright gold atop deep and aging tones, the gold neatly tucked her limbs into a sitting position. (( Though I care little for the thoughts you might have of my name, I suppose you shall have it. Let it be branded into your silly head that you might remember the name Nimoth! )) And Nimoth, for that was indeed her name, snorted derisively at her golden sister, clearly disdainful of her vanity and silly pride.


The first gold just snickered and flicked her tail dismissively. ((I am easily more perfect than you, dear one, though I have little need to call names. That’s the sign of lesser intelligence.)) And she was no less elegant and beautiful, her elegance and beauty just leant itself to more of a femininity than her sister. Foreth had done a good job, at least as far as looks went, with both young golds. ((And look at you posing as much as I do. You just sit like a common green instead of walking like me.))

To demonstrate, the slightly older gold sauntered across the sands, the meager light flashing across her golden baby body. She didn’t even bother to look back as the other gold proclaimed her name. ((Nimoth? A perfectly boring and ugly name, but it’s befitting of a younger, lesser gold. Not like Andorath which is befitting of an older, smart, more beautiful gold. But I will give you a gift. The gift of thinking you are anywhere near my equal.))


(( Mhmm. Whatever you say. )) There was a placid amusement to Nimoth’s voice as if to suggest that she wasn’t remotely interested in the opinions of her sister. And she wasn’t. Even fresh from her egg, Nimoth was already comfortably self-assured and did not need to proclaim it. Instead her quiet confidence radiated from her like a blazing aura and instead she cast her whirling gaze to her mother sitting high above them. (( Where are the others? I sense that there are more than us. But they are not here. Why is that? )) 


As far as Nimoth was concerned, her foolish sister could goad her all she liked. But she knew that there was something important happening. She could sense it all around her but could not quite fathom it.


((I don’t need more,)) Andorath replied. ((I’m good enough. I don’t know why I have to deal with you though.))

It was a puzzle, though Andorath didn’t want to admit it. She liked puzzles, but she didn’t like most dragons, she knew that already. Her sisters (not her golden brat of a sibling), she liked, but she knew instinctively that she wouldn’t like most of the other dragons so she wasn’t sure she wanted to solve the puzzle.


She looked over at the Candidates. ((Is that it? There should be more of those white things.)) She wasn’t sure how she knew that, but she did. She craned her back, way back, to see Foreth’s head. ((Are these all the white ones? Did the rest die? Is that why the Golden Brat over there is insisting that there was death?))


((No,)) Foreth rumbled with amusement. ((Those are the ones you pick from. Mine and I chose them specifically for you.))


Nimoth looked about her, large eyes taking in the darkness that touched the corners and gave the room creeping shadows. For some reason, the darkness pleased her greatly, even if she wasn’t sure why. Still carefully sitting, looking for all the world like the feline statues that graced mantles around Pern, the gold appeared to be contemplative. When her mother spoke, her whirling eyes flickered towards the group of gathered girls and she inspected them for several long moments before huffing and flicking her head away in disgust. They seemed incredibly boring. And nervous. She could sense it coming off them in waves. 


(( How did you chose them? )) She asked of Foreth imperiously. (( Is that all we have to choose from? What if we don’t like any of them? )) The choices seemed… well, very limited. Nimoth inspected the small gaggle of girls and seemed somewhat irritated, as if the very fact that a choice had been made on her behalf seemed to irk her somehow. She wanted to make her own decisions! And on top of all of that, she just couldn’t shake the feeling of something terrible having happened. Was it something that happened today? Something before? Nimoth was convinced that she could feel the echoes of terror all about her and it concerned her, concerned as well to some degree that her vain, foolish sister couldn’t appreciate that. (( Where are the rest of us? )) she insisted again, noting that her question had been ignored in favour of her sister’s own.


((You will choose from these,)) Foreth growled. It wasn’t a compulsion, but there was anger there that she was being questioned. If they didn’t like them, fine. But not the questioning. ((These are the ones that were the best. The others were not worthy of you. Pick someone else if you want, but they’ll be inferior.)) And Foreth might always think of either of them as inferior, especially the rude one, if they chose otherwise.


((There is a puzzle here,)) Andorath said, sniffing and looking around. The death was getting more to her than she wanted her annoying sister to know. ((I will worry about what has happened elsewhere once I have figured it out. The world is good up here. I have time to solve this puzzle and then I can deal with what has happened before. We need to know why the thing happened to something that happened before we can deal with it because we can not stop it now. I want to open the box before me and then I will know everything because it will tell me everything I need to know. Whether it’s good or not.))


Andorath got up and started with what was meant to be a pace, but was far too elegant than that. ((If you really cared, brat, you would solve the puzzle with me so we can hurry this up.))


Nimoth huffed, flexing and remantling her wings as she peered at her sister. (( And if you weren’t as childish as to resort to petty name calling, I might want to help you. If anyone is behaving like a brat, it is yourself. )) The slim gold hatchling scrutinised the group of girls carefully. They seemed frightfully… well… dull. And again she turned to her mother, her mind-voice more puzzled than challenging or argumentative.


(( But how did you know that these might be the best for me? You did not know me when you decided. So how did you know what was best? )) If anything, Nimoth was a little peeved that someone had dared to presume her best interests without knowing her at all. Why, that was a completely illogical structure on which to base a decision, not all the information was available! A small sliver of rebelliousness made her want to pointedly go in search of something else, something that she had found for herself and had not been chosen on her behalf. But… it was cosy up here. And for the most part, it did feel safe. Ish. The hatchling continued to scrutinise the group. She could sense the tense anticipation around them and for some reason, that seemed to irritate her further. How dare they wait and presume she would want anything to do with them! She flicked her head up and away, pointedly turning her gaze away. (( If they are what has been chosen, that still doesn’t mean they have the right to deserve me. Look at them just standing there. Quivering in the dark like insects waiting for the killing blow to come! )) And the haughty little creature flicked her head all the higher, her blended gold hide shimmering in the faint light of the glows.


((Like I need your help,)) Andorath said with a derisive snort. ((I think I’ll find out the answers to this on my own.)) She walked toward the assembled girls. ((None of these seem like an interesting enough puzzle to me.)) She craned her head up at Foreth. ((I want my own puzzles.))


((These are the ones you’ll get,)) Foreth growled, not liking being talked back to by a Hatchling the size of a claw. ((You’ll like it or you can go back in your egg and I’ll find a different gold Hatchling. You two have already given me enough trouble.))


Andorath cocked her head. ((I hear more somewhere else, maybe we could...)), she added as  she turned toward the stairs leading down and ran right into a golden paw. ((Oooof.))


Tired of having her questions ignored by her mother and aggravated by her childish sister, Nimoth snorted in annoyance, rustling her wings and lashing her tail. Imperiously she looked about her, craning her delicately proportioned head this way and that as she looked. Suddenly this little nook that had seemed quite comforting and cosy at first, suddenly seemed so terribly small. And the gaggle of white things staring nervously at her hardly seemed interesting at all! Well… maybe one or two did… sort of… but even so! Nimoth knew deep in her bones that she was destined for terribly important things, things that would be set in motion from the moment she stepped from her egg.


With whirling eyes, she watched with keen interest as her sister, as annoying as she was, made a sudden dart for a small stairway she hadn’t noticed before. Ah hah. Now there could be an idea. She didn’t want to choose from quivering white shapes that had been picked without knowing her! She wanted something… something else! Something SHE had found and deemed worthy, regardless of what anyone else thought. If she found it for herself, it would be worthy no matter what. 


As Andorath slid to a halt, Nimoth suddenly darted to the side in a vain bid to sidestep Foreth’s massive paw and slither down the steps. If she was determined, she was sure she could do it. Then they would see she bowed to no one


Except Foreth. Who trapped her with a carefully placed paw like a cage.


((Oh no you don’t,)) Foreth said. ((You stay here. You listen or you won’t get out of here until you Impress.)) She was getting sick of the golds acting like...golds. They were still meant to be under her paw, literally and figuratively. They had a very long time until they were anywhere near having the power that Foreth did. The only reason they didn’t get the smack down was that they were babies. And admittedly doing baby stuff.


((Ha!)) Andorath said, because she was not captured. She couldn’t get over the paw and leg either, but that wasn’t the point. ((Once I open my puzzle, the world will be mine. I will cause it all.))


((You both stop being brats or you can both sit under my paw,)) Foreth warned, lowering her head to the ground so that they could see her annoyed eyes whirling, though they had to crane their heads up a way to do so. ((Can you two both behave or are we going to be here a while?))


Caught in her unexpected prison so soon after escaping her first, Nimoth huffed and she puffed and in another story, she might have blown the Weyr down. Instead, she nudged and she batted but it was quite clear that the giant claws weren’t going anywhere.


(( Fine. )) 


It was the sulkiest acquiescence that could be imagined and if looks could kill, both Foreth and Andorath might have been reduced to piles of steaming ash. Nimoth was not impressed that her plans had been thwarted. But then, if she played along just enough, maybe she would get what she wanted after all. Which was… hmm. She wasn’t sure. But it felt ever so important. That was interesting. And somewhat unexpected. It felt like a whisper. Like it had been quietly in the background just waiting to be noticed. The sensation intrigued her. 


(( I can choose whichever I like, but it must be one of them? )) She asked, cocking her head towards the white robed Candidates. Now there was just a hint of curiosity there.


In her own cage, Andorath knew how beautiful she was. It wasn’t vanity. It was truth, although she was happy to play the vain card if it was necessary. Unfortunately, her beauty was going to do nothing to get her dam to listen to her. Time to use her brains, which she conveniently hid unless she needed them. People and other dragons might get easily manipulated by beauty and walk right into her paw.


She sat back down, letting her thoughts rush through her head. ((Perhaps we can take a look at what you have to show us and if we don’t find what we’re looking for here, you will let me go look for it elsewhere. I could bring it back to br...Nimoth. I promise to solve this puzzle.))


Foreth lifted her head again and considered. ((Fine, you look for what is here first. Then I will bring you more to look at. It’s too dangerous for you to leave here without what you’re looking for.))


She lifted her paw off of Andorath only. ((You start looking first.))


Reluctantly, Nimoth had to admit that was a smart move on her sister’s behalf. Not that she would ever tell her. Very well, if she had to act like she was at least doing what she was “supposed” to be, it would be her very best performance. Pressing her face to the digits that confined her, Nimoth looked at the group over with an air of great scrutiny. Not that one. Definitely not that one. Hmm, that one sort of looked a little interesting. In a boring sort of way. Hmm. A spark of an idea.


(( Oh sister, mine… )) she cooed sweetly to Andorath. (( … Why don’t you look at that one? The one with the red top to its head. Why, I think it flatters your beautiful hide most impressively… )) She could play on her sister’s vanity and pride if she had to, who cared if the foolish creature didn’t like her decision as she jutted her nose towards Shalia. The quicker she did whatever it was she had to do, the quicker she would be out of there!


Andorath didn’t like that her sister was giving her suggestions. Just to be contrary she walked back and forth with a good distance between her and the girls.


((Not you. Not You. Not you.)) To her annoyance, she kept eyeing the red haired girl. There was something interesting there.


Yes...something very interesting near there. The feeling grew and grew.


((You may look now,)) Foreth said in unfortunate timing.


Andorath took off full speed at the red haired girl.


As her cage was “opened”, Nimoth shot out like a stone from a sling, shaking out her wings and lashing her tail. Her gnawing irritation was growing because she realised that she was suddenly feeling incredibly impatient about something. Impatient about the need to FIND something. It was determined and hot, threading through her and it caused the tempestuous gold to huff and throw her head about as though irritated by invisible flies. How infuriating! Spotting her sister, Nimoth darted along the Sands, not at all perturbed by the usual clumsiness of hatchlings which seemed remiss in her altogether.


It was like a sensation of hot and cold. Cooler as she moved one way and hotter as she moved another. Important. Like a secret sign telling her which way to go. Her gold body undulated smoothly as she darted towards Shalia. Perhaps it was a little bit of spite, perhaps she wanted to ruffle her sister’s proverbial feathers. But she wanted… she wanted… Skidding to a halt, Nimoth inspected the small group of girls, Shalia at the forefront. Yes, something in this vicinity. She felt as though she were tingling all over as her muzzle thrust forward, sniffing the air. But then, she jumped back as if startled and hissed, her tiny teeth bared as she lowered her head at Shalia.


(( Why is this one here?! )) Her voice seemed filled with fury as she fixed the Candidate with whirling, angry eyes. (( This one shouldn’t be here, she is CLAIMED! )) Nimoth’s whole body seemed aquiver with anger. How dare this white thing trick her into thinking she was important! Recklessly, Nimoth lashed out with a clawed foot, not caring if it came into contact or if it didn’t. All she knew was that this… this… imposter shouldn’t be here!


((She does not solve the puzzle!)) Andorath agreed, her own ire rising. She was a bit ‘softer’ than her sister, if either dragon could be considered ‘soft’, but not by much. This one was tricking them. Andorath had felt something open, almost like something opening in her heart that would be all the world to her and maybe all the world of the Weyr some day. But this wasn’t it.


She bugled. A little baby bugle with a beautiful voice, but one that promised power with time. ((Why are you pretending to be the answer to the PUZZLE?)) Andorath demanded, snapping at the air in front of her and then running at Shalia. She knocked the Candidate right over Nimoth and there was a sickening crack as the Candidate landed.


As the Candidate toppled over her, Nimoth jostled furiously, bucking her back to rid herself of the “imposter” and reckless to the part she might play in any injury that might be incurred. If asked, no doubt she would claim that was entirely Shalia’s own fault for being somewhere she shouldn’t have been at all. Even as the girl hit the ground, Nimoth’s head whipped around as she hissed threateningly at poor Shalia. (( Serves you right! Now get out! Get out now! )) Still prickling with the strange anticipation, Nimoth flicked her head back, fixing her eyes on the strange white shapes in front of her. The strange sensation was still all about her, a feeling that felt as though it made the air crackle and pop.


Nimoth looked all about her as though determined to find the source. Shalia was rapidly forgotten about as she stalked forward, head thrust high. Whatever it was, she wanted it now. And she knew that she could have whatever she wanted. 


Shalia was already forgotten to Andorath. She had bigger puzzles to solve, not why the red haired girl was in her way and not what had happened to her. The answer to the puzzle was near. Very, very near.


She ruffled her wings and lashed her tail in frustration. She needed to find the answer and she needed to find it NOW! Whatever it was, was behind the red haired girl and so, so close.


She felt something...that direction. She took off in the direction of two girls. It was over there, whatever it was!


The boiling urgency was making Nimoth more and more impatient. The longer she waited, the more it seemed to bubble and surge inside of her. She didn’t know what the feeling was. All that she knew was that it was something… important. Not just important, but most of all it was important to her. The churning hunger in her belly warred with the strange emotion, one that she couldn’t name. All she knew was that she had to follow it. But follow it where? Her head weaved and bobbed as she sniffed this way and that, as if she could tell what it was by scent alone. But no, no that didn’t seem to be it at all!


Reluctantly, Nimoth had to admit that whatever it was, it was somewhere in the same direction that her infuriating sister was headed and… Something shifted. Something inside. With a trumpeting bugle, Nimoth shot forward, her whirled eyes a furious crimson. (( Get away from her! )) she exclaimed, charging forward with all her might. Whatever it was, she was determined that Andorath wouldn’t take it from her!


She’d found it. Found her! She just needed to get to her! Andorath was jubilant.


Then out of the corner of her eye she saw Nimoth charging at her. No way was she going to let the other gold take Her away from her. She spun around and dodged, snapping with sharp teeth and slashing viciously as she went. Sharing wasn’t in her vocabulary and she sure wasn’t sharing now. ((CALYSE IS MINE!)) she bugled at the top of her lungs and instead of the beautiful sound from before this one was a piercing shriek of fury.


Gone was languorous, graceful movement. This was a race. A race for the prize she realised she had been seeking from the moment she had left her shell. A prize far beyond petty sisters and obstructive mothers, a prize that was the whole world. Her whole world. As the gold dragonet barrelled forward, she was filled with the singular and pressing desire to claim that which was hers all along. If Candidates got in the way, she certainly didn’t care. If there were scored legs and nipped ankles to make them move, she cared even less. With a hissing snarl of anger, Nimoth lashed back at the flying claws of her sister that had already nicked her beautiful golden hide more than once. She wouldn’t be beaten by this… upstart, this vain and petty fool who spoke nonsense of puzzles. Teeth gnashed and clacked together as her claws flew towards her sister. 


All that mattered was… There. There she was. Right in front of her like the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Hungry red eyes shifted into glorious, rainbow incandescence as the whirling fury came to a sudden and abrupt stop.


(( Calyse?! I do not care for such a name. It is a name that means nothing to me. I have found my Mendl. For she is mine and no one else’s! No one shall take her from me, least of all you! )) 


At Nimoth’s sudden stop and words, Andorath got one more swipe in and then stopped fighting. She realized that the other dragon wanted nothing to do with the girl that was the best puzzle in the world. Her eyes whirling her own rainbow, she got up and ran to Calyse. She stopped in front of her and the world opened up to her.


((Calyse, you are mine. The world is a puzzle, but we will take it on together and conquer it.))


And just like that, despite the injuries along the way, the Weyr’s newest two golds Impressed and were ready to make their mark on the world. There were only a few more eggs to Hatch and Impress and then Foreth could relax.


 


   

Dragonet - Andorath: If there was ever a gold that could be considered perfectly feminine, Andorath is it. Every bit of her is refined and female from her delicate muzzle and head knots to her long, elegantly long wings, to her tail. Even her coloring is reminiscent of the delicate, shimmering gold of of a Lady Holder's most exquisite finery draped over her large, but not massive body. Foreth was built for power. Andorath was built for beauty and grace.


But don't mistake, underneath all that femininity is its own muscle and power and danger. Feminine and beautiful doesn't mean weak or complacent. Far from it. Andorath has has a brain and she knows when to show it and when to use that beauty to bedazzle instead. She has a fondness for gifts, but they often have drawbacks when given.


She also has a very strong preference for the company of women and green dragons, seeing males as only a means to an end to get things. As a Weyrling, she'll deign to give attention to the males only so that she can get things that she likes, not really enjoy them socially. Her rider and the AWLM will have to watch that she doesn't manipulate them into doing things they shouldn't be doing by her wiles. Same for the greens, but at least she'll enjoy spending time with them socially as well. As for other golds, they are rivals to be put in their place or ignored. At best, she'll listen to the Senior Queen, but otherwise she can't see why any of the other golds are considered better than her.


She's going to need a strong lifemate, as all golds should have, lest she start to twist the people and dragons around her as playthings. Andorath will likely have a close bond to her lifemate, but there is a risk of a lot of fighting if the rider doesn't get control fast. Andorath isn't likely to be a possessive gold, but she does have a strong-will and will exert it when it feels necessary.




Re: Hatching Feast - Such As It Is atten: Rennitz, any #HatchingForeth2020

Ren
 

Getting Basilith to the wallows after feeding time had been an ordeal. The willful blue had wanted nothing more than to plop down asleep where he was after eating and Rennitz had to work hard to convince him that a wallow would be much more comfortable for him. She'd had to project the sensation of falling asleep in a warm bed to her blue until he was curious enough to take the bait and go, walking with Rennitz until they arrived at the barracks and wallows. After being briefed by the WLM posted there, the new bluepair went to explore the wallows designated for their class.

"Okay, Basilith, pick one of these that you like the most."

{{These are nothing like you pictured,}} Basilith groused. {{No blankets, no pillows, and it doesn't look soft at all. No, this won't do!}}

Rennitz sighed and rubbed her neck. She was exhausted and so was he, and she wondered with a bit of desperation if they would be called to muster with the other two classes in the morning.

Faranth, she hoped not.

"Just try it out, for me if nothing else?" That convinced the blue to climb up on a wallow designated for a blue and curl up. Almost immediately, he closed his eyes and drifted off with little hisses as he exhaled. Rennitz sighed and quickly changed into the weyrling uniform left there for her and went down to the breakfast waiting. She looked around to see if any would be there to congratulate her or even speak with her before getting klah.
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Re: Hatching - Wings of Vengeance (ATTN: Miacca/Aelloth, Isirdux)

Mya L. R.
 

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 7:00 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> There were Hatchlings...not everywhere.  Each color caught her eye, whether bronze, brown, blue or green, they all had their strengths and would be beneficial for the Weyr.  She honored that fact by examining each one carefully.  Her gaze followed another pair that'd hatched, a bronze and green, fought over the Firelizard.  The clearly motionless, dead firelizard not hanging from the green's mouth.  All not soon enough the bronze was tearing off to find someone among the Candidates, leaving the green too...move on to even more horrific scenes, claws and teeth tearing into 2 other Candidates.
>
> Blood, flesh, torn hatching robes.  Miacca clapped one hand over her mouth, holding back the horrified gasp that'd welled up into her throat at the scene.  It happened, it really did, it wasn't the first time Candidates didn't clear out of the way.  Still they were losing a Candidate all while the green made a bloody mess there on the Sands.  Even after the green left the mess she'd made Miacca couldn't pull her hand away from her mouth, not trusting what sounds might've came out of it after that.  But, uncaring about the injured Candidates, the Hatching went on, another pair of Dragonets hatching from their eggs.  None of them came toward her though, and her mind, still reeling from the scene, took its time being pulled back onto the colorful marvels.
>
> Once it did she began noticing that they seemed to be hatching only in pairs, slower than the last hatching.  Slower than...well she couldn't remember another hatching like it but, then again, her brain kept hiccuping over the dragons that currently were wandering...  Make that pouncing, she mentally amended, as some tunnelsnakes began attracting the Hatchlings attention.
>
> Finally two greens hatched, one solid dark green, a stalker ready for the shadows in the Caverns.  The other one, however, the olive green left the impression of a drab little creature that someone had puked other colors onto.  On closer look though there were patterns to it that didn't strike Miacca as really puke like, but...  After witnessing what happened to Ysolde & Sorho, the darker theme left her unable to quite place what those patterns were.
>
> The darker green faded from her attention as she focused on those patterns, shaking her head to try seeing something other than grim impressions on that hide.  Like brushstroke...some part of saw them now even if her brain still spun various less pleasant images, that at least weren't full of blood, flesh and torn cloth anymore.  Except by now that green was coming closer, the markings growing more clear that they indeed look like brushstroke on that green sniffing at another Candidate.  A scream broke through her current fixation and, though she didn't register the Candidate jerking away from the green, she saw the green jerk away.
>
None of this, not one bit of it, was anything like the stories Isirdux
had heard from his mother while growing up.  None of it was like the
gossip spoken about among the crew of the ship, either. They had
never, ever mentioned baby dragons *mauling* candidates to death!  He
had gagged and fought down the urge to throw up right then and there,
fought the urge to try and run away, lest that bloody green come after
him next.  No, instead he stayed rooted where he stood, hunching down
a bit to try and be less noticeable.  He was pretty damned sure he
didn't want any of *these* dragons to choose him!

So, needless to say that when another green dragonet - what was *that*
shade of green? - came over to him, and actually reared up and
scratched Isirdux through his robes, the boy screamed.  He was going
to die next!  No!  No! No! No!  He jerked away and fell over, the
green dragonet falling over his legs.  He flung his arms up over his
face, bracing for the attack that was sure to come.

"Please!  No!"

At the movement, Aelloth jerked her head back, more surprised over it being the upper portion that had moved.  {{You won't get away from me, you...you wrongdoer!}}  She stretched her claws out once more and slammed them down onto the white hem, her shoulder putting enough force behind it that they lowered down with her.  That Miacca wore something white...well the green hadn't really seen anything beyond the fact that Miacca was there with her.  She raised her other forefoot which brought it over the Candidate's thigh.

Her green was moving, her green was slamming her forefoot down onto the other Candidate's Hatching Robes.  The Impression sank in enough that Miacca was beginning to process more than just Aelloth's beautiful, smooth floating name and...there was something about the other Candidate being a wrongdoer?  Miacca shook her head while she finally lurched into motion, dropping onto her knees and wrapping her arms around Aelloth.  "No!  No, that isn't necessary, we don't have to catch him!"

 
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To my eyes, you're perfect. Lerian -L'rin/ Cycleth SA

Alyx
 

(( Keep away! )) Dardueth shrieked at her brother, throwing herself down to the sand even as he lunged towards her. (( The creature is mine! )) With a guttural hiss of noise, the green flailed and as she did, scooped up a pawful of the hot sand. Instinctively and without thinking she flung it at her brother, or more specifically, right towards his one good eye.


Sand impacted the bronze’s wide open eye and immediately he hissed, temporarily completely blind.  He started to shake his head wildly from side to side, panic starting to set in, {{ What did you do?  I can’t see!  I’m blind! }}


Wailing, he dashed off towards the candidates, running towards the only thing he could, that pull, that mind… he tripped over shells and stones and completely  knocked over one of the candidates, all in order to reach the only one that could help him.  {{ Please!  I’m blind!  I can’t see at all!  And I’m so hungry!  Lerian, save me! Save your Cycleth! }}

Lerian being one of the youngest on the sands, had been struggling to stay awake. This was something of a blessing, that and being short, well he'd been behind someone taller when Cycleth and his sister had killed the other candidate and maimed another. But as soon as the voice hit his mind, Lerian was completely awake. He pushed past the fella in front of him, sprinting across the shells and stones, as sure footed as a mountain goat.

Once close he dropped to his knees in front of the little bronze, cradling the head against his chest, and using the hem of his robes to very gently brush at Cycleth's good eye. 

"Easy big guy, easy." Some of the sand came away, but not enough. Thankfully dragonhealers and AWLM's were on hand, and a little bit of water later the sand was washed out.

Cycleth, now more comfortable blinked several times, then got his first look at his person, his world. He let out a relieved sigh and butted his head against the small boy's chest, almost knocking him over. The second headbutt, was much gentler. Cycleth hadn't realized his rider was so small. But he knew they both would grow. Together they would grow into...something. He wasn't sure, but it would be something great.

((You saved me. I can see, I knew you would. We will eat now?)) The last was a bit plaintive, his sister had stolen his food. Not that it has tasted very good. 

Lerian...no L'rin, now, Cycleth hummed with approval, as the boy stood, staying on the dragon's left side to guide him to the food. Once there he stood in front of the bucket, and wouldn't let Cycleth past no matter how he tried. He would be firm with the young one. He needed guidance.

"One at a time Cycleth, one at a time." The young bronze growled, but accepted the first bite, trying to push for another, but L'rin wouldn't give it till he'd chewed, and swallowed. Then the second bit was fed, by the third the bronze was resigned, mostly to the fact that he wouldn't be allowed to bury his face in the meat and gobble. As his stomach filled Cycleth began to relax more, and looked around, mostly turning to the left, as was expected.  He saw around him, various siblings, but only one other like him. Good only one rival then. Rival for what he wasn't sure of yet. But would they be rivals or friends? Then there was another bite of food, and the idea faded. Food was better.

Only then did reality seem to catch up to Lerian...no L'rin.. he'd impressed. Not only had he impressed, but he'd impressed a bronze. And not just any bronze at that. He was big, and dark, and looked like lightning was running through him. The only 'flaw' was his right eye. But to L'rin, it was no flaw. Just a part of this beautiful bronze that had chosen to spend his life with him. L'rin was so happy he could barely even think.

Cycleth felt mostly the same. Even small as his was right now. He'd been able to stand up to him, which Cycleth hadn't expected, yet somehow it pleased him. They would do great things together.

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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Hatching - Wings of Vengeance (ATTN: Miacca/Aelloth, Isirdux)

Jerzy Tobin
 

There were Hatchlings...not everywhere. Each color caught her eye, whether bronze, brown, blue or green, they all had their strengths and would be beneficial for the Weyr. She honored that fact by examining each one carefully. Her gaze followed another pair that'd hatched, a bronze and green, fought over the Firelizard. The clearly motionless, dead firelizard not hanging from the green's mouth. All not soon enough the bronze was tearing off to find someone among the Candidates, leaving the green too...move on to even more horrific scenes, claws and teeth tearing into 2 other Candidates.

Blood, flesh, torn hatching robes. Miacca clapped one hand over her mouth, holding back the horrified gasp that'd welled up into her throat at the scene. It happened, it really did, it wasn't the first time Candidates didn't clear out of the way. Still they were losing a Candidate all while the green made a bloody mess there on the Sands. Even after the green left the mess she'd made Miacca couldn't pull her hand away from her mouth, not trusting what sounds might've came out of it after that. But, uncaring about the injured Candidates, the Hatching went on, another pair of Dragonets hatching from their eggs. None of them came toward her though, and her mind, still reeling from the scene, took its time being pulled back onto the colorful marvels.

Once it did she began noticing that they seemed to be hatching only in pairs, slower than the last hatching. Slower than...well she couldn't remember another hatching like it but, then again, her brain kept hiccuping over the dragons that currently were wandering... Make that pouncing, she mentally amended, as some tunnelsnakes began attracting the Hatchlings attention.

Finally two greens hatched, one solid dark green, a stalker ready for the shadows in the Caverns. The other one, however, the olive green left the impression of a drab little creature that someone had puked other colors onto. On closer look though there were patterns to it that didn't strike Miacca as really puke like, but... After witnessing what happened to Ysolde & Sorho, the darker theme left her unable to quite place what those patterns were.

The darker green faded from her attention as she focused on those patterns, shaking her head to try seeing something other than grim impressions on that hide. Like brushstroke...some part of saw them now even if her brain still spun various less pleasant images, that at least weren't full of blood, flesh and torn cloth anymore. Except by now that green was coming closer, the markings growing more clear that they indeed look like brushstroke on that green sniffing at another Candidate. A scream broke through her current fixation and, though she didn't register the Candidate jerking away from the green, she saw the green jerk away.
None of this, not one bit of it, was anything like the stories Isirdux
had heard from his mother while growing up. None of it was like the
gossip spoken about among the crew of the ship, either. They had
never, ever mentioned baby dragons *mauling* candidates to death! He
had gagged and fought down the urge to throw up right then and there,
fought the urge to try and run away, lest that bloody green come after
him next. No, instead he stayed rooted where he stood, hunching down
a bit to try and be less noticeable. He was pretty damned sure he
didn't want any of *these* dragons to choose him!

So, needless to say that when another green dragonet - what was *that*
shade of green? - came over to him, and actually reared up and
scratched Isirdux through his robes, the boy screamed. He was going
to die next! No! No! No! No! He jerked away and fell over, the
green dragonet falling over his legs. He flung his arms up over his
face, bracing for the attack that was sure to come.

"Please! No!"


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"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Mellifluous Lethality (SA Candidate Arciel)

Arciel
 

The keening cry of steel parting the air disturbed the silence of the early morning with a conclusive crack of impact against the abused surface of a pockmarked training dummy, scattering birds with shrill cries of indignation as splinters flew from the impact. Supervised by the patient gaze of a single early-morning Weyrguard willingly lured in by his own curiosity, Arciel stood shirtless in the early morning sun as he ran through his sword drills. A faint layer of perspiration already clung to his body, rivulets of moisture trailing along the contours of his musculature or along the asymmetrical ridges of scar tissue interspersed across his nineteen-year-old torso.

His bare feet dug stubbornly into the grass-bordered paving stones beneath them, toes curled and heels depressed by his distributed body weight to better grip the slightly uneven arena ground. The scrape of stone against his hardened soles offered no clear impediment to the blond Candidate as he danced back and then surged forwards, his latissimus dorsi back muscles tightening with exertion as he poured power into the calloused hands grasping the hilt of his bastard sword, the forty-three inch blade singing as it scythed in to punish the dummy with another vicious strike. Had the target been made of flesh and sinew, the blow would have cleaved deep into the upper rib cage of an average-sized male.

Instead Arciel pivoted off the heel of his right foot and shifted the grip of his hand-and-a-half bastard sword mid-strike, inverting the glimmering steel blade to perform a form-perfect upwards back-thrust at the sternum of his stationary target. With a flex of his deltoids, the lovingly sharpened weapon impacted the tortured wooden target with a sound like localised lightning; simulating a disturbingly accurate reminiscence of shattering bones as wood chips sailed into the air and the sword sunk three inches deep within the resistant target.

Arciel locked his jaw and ripped the sword out with an exertion of his biceps, ducking under an imaginary oberhau from an unseen enemy and launching himself sideways over the sweep of an imagined poleaxe. He landed in a roll, bare shoulder-flesh tearing on the unyielding stone of the ground below him as he came up to his feet. Ignoring the stinging of his shoulder as readily as one might dismiss the impediment of a minor insect’s stinger, his calves and thighs tightened for a heartbeat before he launched himself back at the dummy with a snarl of focus and concentrated violence of action.

A distance of seven feet was crossed in heartbeats and Arciel launched himself from his run into an aerial twist for greater striking force, unleashing a roar of effort as he poured every inch of his painstakingly curated musculature into a single destructive blow. Even with the greater resistance of a wooden frame and the lack of pliable flesh, his blade’s striking force was not to be denied and – succumbing to a number of carefully inflicted prior wounds to its neck – the dummy’s head detached from its body in a disturbing example of focused ultraviolence.

Arciel landed beside the dummy with a bend of the knees and a concerted downwards focus of his weight to the begrudgingly supportive stone underfoot, sliding perhaps two inches from the inertia of his landing and noting the stinging report of scraped soles as he turned back to examine his work. The dummy’s head had been cleanly severed, albeit at a slight angle, and the figure itself rocked faintly with the aftermath of the sheer force involved in the decapitation. Droplets of sweat rolled down Arciel’s chiselled features and snaked around the defined shape of his masculine jaw, dripping down to join the shimmering plethora already present on his steady-breathing chest as he looked down to examine the edge of his family blade.

A smile graced his handsome features when he noted the lack of strain or damage on the weapon, pleased by its retained edge and the relative ease – as compared to pig iron weapons of the same make – with which he’d beheaded the wooden target. His blue eyes, faintly illuminated in the sunlight of the morning, lifted to look expectantly to the observing Weyrguard. After a moment of consideration, the much older man offered a curt nod in response to the unasked question, and Arciel felt himself smiling in response.

It had become a habit to request the judgement of the experienced guardians of the Weyr on his drills, and thus far he had not experienced any disapproval. Given the standards to which they were held, he knew he would find no empty platitudes among the stern-faced collective that defended Arolos Weyr. It meant that their approval, when given, was never doubted – and it served to validate the strenuous training he put himself through each and every day. Rolling his shoulders to release some of the tension from his earlier exertion, Arciel shook out his arms one after the other while rotating the grip of his blade between them, and then shook out his legs from the thigh to the toes.

With that done he looked up at the Weyrguard and nodded, giving the veteran a signal they’d agreed upon earlier. With a nod in return, the guard stepped forwards and descended the stairs to the training arena, unsheathing a borrowed sword in the process and coming to a halt only when he stood several metres opposite Arciel. Once the older man was in position, Arciel bowed respectfully and received the same in return. “Thank you for your instruction,” Arciel said with honest gratitude, his strong baritone clear within the arena.

The sound of clashing steel filled the air moments later, and Arciel lost himself in the mellifluous lethality of swordplay.


Re: Hatching - Wings of Vengeance (ATTN: Miacca/Aelloth, Isirdux)

Mya L. R.
 

There were Hatchlings...not everywhere.  Each color caught her eye, whether bronze, brown, blue or green, they all had their strengths and would be beneficial for the Weyr.  She honored that fact by examining each one carefully.  Her gaze followed another pair that'd hatched, a bronze and green, fought over the Firelizard.  The clearly motionless, dead firelizard not hanging from the green's mouth.  All not soon enough the bronze was tearing off to find someone among the Candidates, leaving the green too...move on to even more horrific scenes, claws and teeth tearing into 2 other Candidates.

Blood, flesh, torn hatching robes.  Miacca clapped one hand over her mouth, holding back the horrified gasp that'd welled up into her throat at the scene.  It happened, it really did, it wasn't the first time Candidates didn't clear out of the way.  Still they were losing a Candidate all while the green made a bloody mess there on the Sands.  Even after the green left the mess she'd made Miacca couldn't pull her hand away from her mouth, not trusting what sounds might've came out of it after that.  But, uncaring about the injured Candidates, the Hatching went on, another pair of Dragonets hatching from their eggs.  None of them came toward her though, and her mind, still reeling from the scene, took its time being pulled back onto the colorful marvels.

Once it did she began noticing that they seemed to be hatching only in pairs, slower than the last hatching.  Slower than...well she couldn't remember another hatching like it but, then again, her brain kept hiccuping over the dragons that currently were wandering...  Make that pouncing, she mentally amended, as some tunnelsnakes began attracting the Hatchlings attention.  

Finally two greens hatched, one solid dark green, a stalker ready for the shadows in the Caverns.  The other one, however, the olive green left the impression of a drab little creature that someone had puked other colors onto.  On closer look though there were patterns to it that didn't strike Miacca as really puke like, but...  After witnessing what happened to Ysolde & Sorho, the darker theme left her unable to quite place what those patterns were.

The darker green faded from her attention as she focused on those patterns, shaking her head to try seeing something other than grim impressions on that hide.  Like brushstroke...some part of saw them now even if her brain still spun various less pleasant images, that at least weren't full of blood, flesh and torn cloth anymore.  Except by now that green was coming closer, the markings growing more clear that they indeed look like brushstroke on that green sniffing at another Candidate.  A scream broke through her current fixation and, though she didn't register the Candidate jerking away from the green, she saw the green jerk away.

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 4:30 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
((Maybe they’re wrongdoers,)) Aelloth suggested. She walked up to the nearest Candidate and reared up to sniff at him. Normally the faint points of scratching where her claws connected underneath the thin fabric might not have been that scary, but after that kid was mauled at the beginning, the boy screamed and fell back. Aelloth screeched and pulled back in return.
 

((I found one! I found a wrongdoer! ~~Miacca~~! Help me capture this wrong doer!)) She stood there half over the poor victim Canddiate’s legs and wagged her body happily.


Miacca sucked in a breath, that voice resounding inside her head felt like it'd been there from even before the green addressed her.  The presence they carried felt like the fixation she'd had on those patterns playing over the green's hide.  Or it was a new fixation replacing the first, she couldn't identify which!

The hand dropped from her mouth as she found words that weren't in need of being held back.  "Aelloth...Aelloth..."

Aelloth stayed over the Candidate's leg, with another wiggle, anticipating the moment she get to capture the wrongdoer.  Yet Her's didn't move!  The young woman just stood there staring at Aelloth like she'd never seen her green before.  All while Aelloth could feel sensation from Miacca like she'd always seen her.  {{Quickly before it gets away!  Who *knows* what it'll do if we don't get to it!}}  The green raised one forefoot and impatiently slashed claws downward,digging them viciously deep into the sand beside the accused's leg.


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Hard On The Healers Attn Shalia

Laura Walker
 

Watching and not moving was maybe the most difficult thing Cremsden could ever do. Healers got trained for this, Healers practiced this, Healers reminded each other of this before every sharding Hatching. A Healer in the wrong place risked a dragon. More, a Healer in the wrong place risked being torn limb from limb himself. And Cremsden was certainly old enough to know better, had nearly made that mistake once with Elphith.

 

Shells, though, he could see  the boy bleeding out. Seconds felt like hours, Cremsden bit down on his lower lip until his mouth tasted of blood unable to look away. 

 

You go now, you risk the dragon and yourself. You know this.

 

He knew it, but Faranth, just watching.. With a curse his legs started to move despite himself, pressing forward, desperate to intervene.

 

Cuylar almost did not see Cremsden moving, so focused was he himself on waiting for that critical moment when the little green – it was hard to think of her as little with what she was doing – had tired and moved on.

 

But he did see. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the movement, and his arms snapped out before he even saw who it was to grab onto a shirt, an arm, whatever he could get.

 

"Are you daft, you'll kill them both and yourself – oh, it's you. Shells! What are you thinking?"


“If we go now we could save him.” Cremsden’s gaze was still fixed on the injured boy, unable to look away. He pulled on his captured arm, trying to free himself. “We can’t just let this happen.”


Cuylar stepped closer without letting Cremsden get any further away and pulled him close as much as he could.


"He's already dead." Even if they went now, there was no way the boy could hope to live. Even if they had him a moment after she had sunk those claws into the boy's gut. Cuylar would try. But not now, not yet.


"She'll kill you, too."


Truth hurt. Cremsden exhaled shakily, still watching, watching as the kid -- shells, he had apprentices older than that -- flailed at the green with one arm. There was another kid, a girl, on the Sands and shells, that amount of blood should really still be in the body not outside of it. 


Breathe in. Breathe out. Feel every muscle straining to break away from Cuylar despite the fact that Cuylar was undoubtedly right, that right now was not the time.


There were two kids over there hurting. If he went.. He could at least make the hurting stop faster. Cremsden’s knuckles were white, hand clenched around his bag. “Feck.” An entire audience of people, just standing and sitting still, watching children die. “Let me help, Cuylar.”


"We'll both go as soon as she leaves him," said Cuylar. "The girl," he saw her, too, "needs our help, too. We'll go. Just as soon as she lets him go, please, I can't let her kill you, please."


Another shaky breath and Cremsden nodded, stopped pulling against Cuylar’s hand. “You go to the girl,” he directed. “I’ll take the boy if--” One drop of fellis for pain, two for drowsiness, five to stop pain in such a way that the patient never felt anything again. The supplies were there in his bag. He hadn’t thought he’d need them for a Hatching. “I’ll do it, if needed.”


Cuylar nodded. And then slowly released his grip on Cremsden. At least, he thought, if Cremsden went anyway, Cuylar might have delayed him long enough that the killer green would have lost interest. She would not even remember. She would forget entirely how she drained the life out of this boy. He knew for a fact that her rider and all of the others who saw this never would.


Cremsden stayed, though it was easy to feel his alertness, like a runner waiting for a starting shot. The moment the little green released her grip he was off, bolting at a speed he hadn’t even known he was capable of, racing towards them before the boy had even hit the Sands. Hoping to get there in time for him to still be alive, or hoping that his pain had stopped already? He wasn’t sure himself. The first was..pointless, and yet still purest instinct.


And as instructed, Cuylar led the charge to help the girl. She was in no small amount of danger herself with the blood she was losing. But they would get a tourniquet on it and get her off the Sands, and she would be fine.


Cremsden… might need some help with not drinking later. Or maybe one drink would not hurt.


Was the boy alive? Most likely not but time wasted checking was time a patient was in immeasurable amounts of pain. Cremsden’s face was grim but his hands were steady, administering the required amount of fellis, gently closing the lad’s eyes before he gave the nod to those who had already arrived with a stretcher. Other people would get them back to the Infirmary, would decide what needed to be done with the girl (those arms, could they save those arms) and do..whatever respectfully needed to be done with what was now only a body. Their job was only the immediate triage, what needed to be done to safely remove a Candidate from the Sands.


((You need to get to the upper cavern. There's been another injury,)) Elphith said urgently to Cuylar, and he was moving before she finished.


"You and you, come with me. There's been another injury upstairs." Shells. What was this Hatching? This clutch, this Turn?


"Cremsden! Can you come? There's another one," he called to Cremsden.


“Shards, you’re kidding?” But Cremsden was standing up as he said it, wiping sweat away from his forehead with a bloody hand. Shells, they all looked like they’d attended a murder already - and in a way they had. “Right, where to?” His voice sounded surprisingly calm as he followed along, ready now for-- well, just about anything really.



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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Hatching Feast - Such As It Is atten: ALL #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

Normally there was a big feast after Hatching. The people who had watched needed to be fed and loved ones wanted one last chance to see the new Weyrlings. Not this time. After everything that had happened, including a night Hatching, a large feast was taken off the table. Instead, a small breakfast was arranged for anyone in the Weyr, but no one was brought in from outside the Weyr. The Candidates were off their forced seclusion, but warned against overindulging. The older Weyrlings who were off close watching could go for an hour or two before they needed to be back to their lessons. The newest Weyrlings were given permission to go for a short period so long as their dragons fell asleep. They could see their friends and family, but no touching was allowed.

OOC: Feel free to have your Weyrlings or Candidates go to the feast, but stay within the rules. IA = IC


I Should Be There JP M'gal/Kassia #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

The hum from Foreth went up and then caught through the Weyr as night fell around them. The time was weird, but more than that it was inconvenient. Kassia had been battling headaches and the pain in her arm for the past couple of days. The Healers still wouldn’t let her out of the Infirmary and she certainly wasn’t cleared to go see the Hatching. If she thought she wouldn’t just be a distraction, she might have fought to go anyway.


Helpless to do anything, even to fully control Foreth, Kassia laid there with a lot of time and imagination on hand.


{{Kassia needs you with her,}} Ozayith said as he started to hum.


“But the eggs…”


{{I’ll be here, in front of the Caverns, watching. Guarding. Talith and Truenoth know I’m here. Go.}}


M’gal went. Truth be told, he’d rather be with Kassia anyway, but he was still worried about the eggs and what could happen. Though, if they were ready to Hatch anyway, he supposed that if something dire occurred, the dragons might still be saved. He sent a tendril of that thought to Ozayith but met only stubborn silence. 


Entering the Infirmary, he quickly went to Kassia’s side. “Hey, sweetling, how are you doing? Other than the obvious, of course.”


Kassia had spent much of the last few days trying to sleep. Partly for nothing to do, partly because she wasn’t getting great sleep with everything hurting. With the humming she’d asked for help to get propped up while she listened in on what Foreth could pass along considering that she was fairly busy. By the time M’gal got to her, Foreth was already calling for her selection of girls to come up to the Upper Caverns.


Kassia blinked the image away as her weyrmate came into the room. She wasn’t sure if anyone would come. Sh’ain couldn’t with his duties to the Candidates. B’lin might be roped in to help with the Weyrlings. And M’gal might have to be there due to his Ranker’s duties. So she was happy to see M’gal walk into the room. 


“You came,” she said, holding out her good arm and hand.


Clasping her hand, M’gal bent down for a kiss, and took a chair. Rank had its privileges, and Kassia’s small room in the infirmary had a few better comforts than most of the others. Still holding her hand, he nodded.


“Ozayith is at the entrance of the Sands, where he can watch. I’d like him to be in there, but with the Candidates, and the sires, there’s not a lot of room. But this way what he can see while looking in, he can relay to us.” He shot her a wry grin.


“It’s not as good as being there, but it’s something. If Foreth will allow Oz to speak to you, he can let you see what’s going on. Otherwise I’ll have to describe everything.”


“Foreth was the one that decided to split up the Clutch,” she said. “I understand her reasoning, but she forfeits her chance to say ‘no’. She’s busy anyway. She’s calling up the girls she wants from those that saw the eggs.” Kassia didn’t dare say out loud where anyone, maybe even M’gal, could know that she couldn’t stop the Queen from doing it. Better to let them think that Kassia agreed with her dragon than that she couldn’t entirely control her in that moment.


“Every once in a while she lets me know what’s going on or shows me a glimpse, but that’s all I’m getting. I imagine once the golds Hatch she’ll want me to see.”


“Well, with the golds being on the second Grounds, Oz can’t really see those as well anyway. So he’ll just show you the majority.” M’gal didn’t have any favorites amongst the girls. Most of them seemed to be gold-diggers anyway, just wanting the prestige. He almost wished that those would be the ones to Impress gold--it would serve them right.


“Did Foreth call all the girls in your family up?” he asked. “I feel bad for Shalia; I know she wants blue and I think she’ll be a great bluerider. She’s the type of person I almost wish could ride a brown.” Almost.


“She did,” Kassia nodded and was glad that her head didn’t hurt more. She was glad she could look at him, as well. The first two days her eyes had been very sensitive. Now they were only a little sensitive. “Though, I’d say she’d actually be a great gold rider. If she wanted to be one. She’s not mine, but she’s got the fire like she’s mine. More so than Kashara or Rassia.”


M’gal nodded. He hadn’t gotten to know Kashara or Rassia that well yet. Probably due to being busy, and since they were Candidates, he didn’t see the Canididates often. He saw Shalia because of R’tal, and he used to see Sarati with Shalia. Still did, for that matter.


“Well, if your daughters Impress gold, in my opinion I think they’d need to switch Weyrs. I just can’t imagine Ozayith catching one of their golds. Though I guess we could leave.” He waved his hand. “That would be better anyway.” He went silent.


“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it,” Kassia said. She squeezed his hand. “Foreth is only telling me what’s going on in the Upper Caverns. And barely at that. Can you have Ozayith show me or you tell me?”


Ozayith immediately opened a link from his mind to Kassia’s so she could see the Lightning in a Bottle egg  shake, vibrate and Hatch into a little blue. 


“It’s a blue,” M’gal said. “And he seems healthy, though,” his forehead wrinkled, “he’s not the prettiest dragon on the planet.”


{{He’s fine,}} Ozayith said to both, affronted for Truenoth and Talith. {{You probably weren’t that pretty when you were born, either. And,}} he bugled angrily, {{you all should be ashamed of yourselves for judging him. At least Almira will give him the love he needs.}} 


The bronze acted like he was going to stop letting them look through his eyes, but M’gal had to placate him, and quickly.


[[I’m sorry. I think everyone was just surprised. And with everything that happened, it’s hard not to...I’m sorry.]]


((A Hatchling is a Hatchling,)) Kassia tried to reply, unknowing whether the bronze was listening back or not. ((Every Hatchling should be celebrated.)) Especially after those eggs had been smashed.


Placated, Ozayith allowed them to continue to watch as the Stoic Pebble and the Bricked Skull eggs began to rock. Eventually the Stoic Pebble egg opened to reveal a stocky brown, while a little green nose poked through the top of the Bricked Skull egg. After the hor--surprise of the first egg, seeing these two made M’gal smile. Ozayith also allowed M’gal and Kassie listen to the exchanges between the dragonets and their sires.


“These two are wonderful,” he said to Kassia. “I’m surprised that no one touched them. They are so smart.”


{{They are Foreth’s,}} Oz said.


((Yes, they are Foreth’s,)) Kassia agreed. And as Foreth’s, she expected them all to have an extra ‘oomph’ to them than some of the other golds. She doubted there’d be many that were excessively sweet, but Thread didn’t need sweet. Thread needed mentally strong and motivated, for lack of a better way of describing it.


“So good so far,” she said out loud.


M’gal nodded. Unlike some Hatchings, these dragons seemed to study their selection of partners. He knew that no matter what was said, dragons were not infallible in their choices. Some ill-made matches had happened throughout the history of dragonriding, though he knew that even though Kassia felt hers was one, that wasn’t the case. She had just needed affirmation. Or something.

Now the Sheen of Blood egg was rocking, and speaking. “So, this next one seems to be really hungry,” he said. “She’s calling for food before she’s out of the shell.” Then his attention was caught by a couple of Candidates.


“Should I have Oz have someone remove those two?” M’gal asked, speaking of the two Candidates acting out while on the Sands. But as he spoke, the Bronze Eye egg, the one that had been punctured, Hatched.


“They should be handled by the ACMs,” Kassia said, not wanting to upset the whole situation. That’s what the ACMs were for, right? Besides, it wasn’t unusual for there to be a little bit of issues among the Candidates.


“Yeah, true,” he said. “Oh look. This is why people should keep their stupid firelizards out of the Sands.” The bronze had grabbed a blue firelizard out of the air and was playing a game of keep-away with his green sister.


As they watched, he was impressed with the mind of the green, how she tried to trick the bronze so she could steal his prize. And she did! Until…


“No. Oh, Faranth, no!” he said, gripping Kassia’s hand. “This shouldn’t be happening.”


Kassia gripped it back. There was nothing they could do for what was obviously a dangerous situation. It could only get worse.


“Feck.”


M’gal was yelling at the Candidates now. “Get away! Get out of the way!” But of course they couldn’t hear him. There was nothing Ozayith could do as the boy was ripped to shreds. 


“Oh, feck me,” M’gal moaned, laying his head in his hand. How could he ever look at Dardueth with anything but revulsion?


{{She doesn’t know. He was in her way, and she wanted to get to Hers,}} Oz chastised. {{If someone were standing in my way, I’d have done the same thing then. But not now. Now I’d politely ask them to move.}}


“Trust Ozayith to put things into perspective,” M’gal said. 


Kassia just stared in horror even though the image was all in her head. She’d seen enough throughout her life, but the image still made her nauseous.


“Foreth could have...she could have...” she stammered. If Foreth had been there...if she’d been there to direct Foreth...it might not have happened. This was all her fault.

Tears welled in her eyes. 


Something of her guilt reached Ozayith, which reached M’gal. “It is not your fault,” he said holding her good hand in both of his. “These things happen. If you’d been there, you would have been at the other Caverns with Foreth and wouldn’t have seen it. You said it yourself earlier: This is why we have Candidate Masters. But there are a lot of Candidates.


“If you’d been there is the least of it. If the Caverns hadn’t exploded. If Talith and Truenoth weren’t blinded. If Foreth had allowed that girl up with the gold eggs. If, if, if.” He wanted to hug her, but it was too soon after the explosion without causing pain. Plus, it was hard to hug someone in an Infirmary bed.


“Look, we have a green and blue playing with tunnelsnakes. Aren’t they cute?” he said, trying to get her mind off of this most recent tragedy.


Kassia tried to push the memory from her head. She blinked a couple of times and then pulled her hand from his so that she could wipe at her face. She needed to be strong. The Weyr needed a strong Weyrwoman, even if she was injured.


She focused on the image in her head and let herself enjoy it. “So long as they don’t get hurt.” Faranth, this was a heart wrenching Hatching.


“For some reason, I think those two know what they’re doing. And they don’t look like the poisonous tunnelsnakes. I know that before Foreth even rose, some of my Wing and I went through the tunnels checking for poisonous nests, and there were none.


“Their lifemates are going to have their hands full, though, if those two insist on catching and keeping snakes. And Ko’ssen. Definitely Ko’ssen.” He smiled, glad he was neither a CM or WM. This group made Weyrleading look easy.


“I don’t envy his job,” Kassia agreed. “And the golds haven’t even Hatched.”


“No, but we do have another bronze,” M’gal said as the Endless Sky egg Hatched. “He’s a nice-looking one. Oh, and another blue. I’m glad that these guys are being a little more civilized.” Not that it was the others’ fault for what happened. But he was still talking his stomach down from that little episode.  He felt Ozayith’s snort as he heard it.


“Hey, didn’t that guy get banned from the Sands for being a troublemaker?” he asked, referencing Asheran. “Or, because he was actually trying to help was he allowed on?”


Kassia narrowed her eyes as Ozayith passed on the image. “He did,” she said. “We’ll have to make sure he serves some sort of penance. I wonder if anyone helped him.”


“Well, not sure what we’re going to do now,” M’gal said wryly after a few minutes. “He Impressed that bronze. But I’m sure if anyone helped him, not all of them will Impress.” Secretly he was glad the boy Impressed. Sure, he’d gone about it the wrong way, but his heart was in the right place.


“We’ll find some way to punish him,” Kassia insisted. “And whoever helped. Can’t let that stuff fly or others will try. “He’ll probably come out of Weyrling training a good bronzerider, though.”


“Probably.” M’gal looked at all the eggs still waiting to Hatch. He hoped none of them were duds. That would be terrible. Bad enough Foreth lost eight babies to the explosion.


Another egg hatched an ugly green. “Hey, there’s a green that can go with that blue,” he said jokingly. Ozayith closed his eyes.


“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said. “Honest, I didn’t mean it.”


{{You did, but I’m only going to let you watch because Kassia can’t be there,}} Oz said. He opened his eyes again.


The green was hanging out, trying to decide what to do when he saw a shadow out of the corner of Ozayith’s eye. “Look out!” he said, then stopped and stared. “Where did that dragon come from?” he asked rhetorically.


“It’s so dark in parts of the Caverns,” Kassia said. “It’s likely that there are eggs we can’t see.”


“Yeah, likely.” He watched, smiling at their antics too. “Heh. More Fun with Tunnelsnakes,” he said as the two kept trying to corral the creepy-crawlies. “I really like that green--she’s almost black. I love dark green, it’s a good color.” 


“She is pretty,” Kassia agreed. She was starting to get antsy to know when the golds were going to Hatch.


Both greens Impressed, then two blues Hatched. These two seemed to love the puddles that were placed around the Sands after the rains earlier that night. 


“Heh. That one looks like a runner,” M’gal said as they splashed. “A water-runner. They’re both handsome, though.” Then he frowned. “Too bad Shalia’s not down here.She’d love that one.” But, she didn’t get him and instead they went to a couple of different people.


Now things were quiet and he wondered what was going on.


Suddenly Foreth pushed into her head. It was Kassia’s turn to be the relay.


“Golds are hatched,” she said. “Little brats they are. Beautiful brats. They’re each trying to show each other up. They’re definitely Foreth’s brood....Now she’s restraining them with her cla...oh no, she let one out.” The stream continued until suddenly things got exciting again. 


“Oh no! They started fighting and hurt each other and a couple of other girls. Shalia fell over, I think she broke her arm!” She squeezed his hand hard. “Oh...oh...they Impressed.” She let out a sigh of relief.  “One of them is the girl who was taking care of Foreth. I don’t know the other.”


At first M’gal held his breath, expecting another death like the last one. But after they Impressed he let it out. “Poor Shalia. Didn’t she just have a broken arm because of R’tal’s wher?”


But now two more eggs had Hatched, and these headed straight to the water puddles also. Then they took on the look of dragons searching for their lifemate.


“Faranth! There’s a green and blue trying to go up the stairs to the other grounds. They need to bring the girls down1” M’gal said


“Shards!” Kassia said, but Foreth was still giving her info. She saw Kashara run towards the stairs and then disappear down them. “Kashara’s gone down.”


“Good. She got the green. But the blue is still looking for someone...oh, there’s Shalia, broken arm and all. She’s going to have fun. As will K’ossen.” He sighed, then the last egg began to rock.


“One more, and it looks like--oh, some idiot Candidate brought food to the Hatching and left it on the Sands. You’ll have to talk to the Candidate Masters about that. Can’t have that happen during a Hatching.”  A few minutes later, that dragon had Impressed.  He squeezed Kassia’s hand.


“Looks like they all found someone,” he said.


“And only...one person died.” Kassia sighed, then brightened. “But Kashara and Shalia Impressed. And Shalia got her blue. And the golds Impressed. Now it’s all the Weyrling Master’s problem.”


“I’m so glad I’m not him,” M’gal said.


{{You’ve got that right.}}





You're Coming With Me JP Asheran/Kashara #HatchingForeth2020

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The sounds of the humming jolted Kashara out of her sleep. She wasn’t the only one scrambling to get into her robes as chaos went up all around her. The eggs were early and Hatching at night. No one had been expecting it.


As soon as she was dressed, she went looking for Asheran.


Asheran hadn't slept well the past several nights, and last night had been no exception. The hatching was too close, too many things could still go wrong - but then the humming had started and he had been on his feet, adrenaline singing in his veins, throwing that borrowed robe over his shoulders like a cloak. He needed to find Kashara --


And nearly ran right into her outside his dorm.


“Oh, there you are,” Kashara said a bit quietly, though it was hard to be heard over the cacophony. She grabbed his arm. “Come on and keep your head down. No one’s going to look too hard at someone with me.”


Asheran followed her without question, doing as she asked but - maybe it was the adrenaline, or the keen anticipation, or the humming that seemed to shake his bones. He shook off her grip on his arm after a moment and reached for her hand instead.


"Thanks," he hissed again through his teeth.


She squeezed his hand and led him through the throng and into place in the line. The Candidates were ushered toward the Stands and Kashara and Asheran moved through with no issues. For a moment she thought that T’rifoshe might have spotted the boy, but if he did he didn’t say anything and they reached the Sands to stand around the Hatching Grounds.

That was when Foreth called to her.


“I have to go,” she said to him. “You should be fine now.”


"Good luck," he murmured to her, but his gaze was already drawn by the eggs. Somewhat hunched over and shuffling - because disguise - he made his way slyly over to the others, without a backwards glance. He was here. One weight slid off his shoulders, replaced by another.


Just being here wasn't enough.


“You, too,” she said and then slipped away. They’d meet again on the other side or they wouldn’t. Either way she’d given him a chance.




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