Hatching: Christmas Clutch

[Tahki]

Gritorth's Christmas Clutch

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Welcome to the first hatching of New Shura Weyr. All candidates should be in attendance if you have any hope of impressing!

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Standard rules apply:

• Please post (we will post more egg hatchings after a majority of you have replied)
  
• You may not impress this time, but there will be other hatchings if you don’t!
  
• Don’t complain about what you get (staff works hard on these dragons and who gets what)
  
• Enjoy yourself!

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October 29, 2595 ; Early Morning

It was just about dawn in the south. It was warm all year round and today didn’t seem to be any different. The weather outside the Weyr was still cool in the protective shade of the mountains and the peaking of the sun over the horizon. Half the population was either still asleep in their beds or beginning to rise for their daily activities. The kitchen staff who were just starting to heat the great hearth in the kitchens certainly didn’t expect the suddenly alarm that went up.

Gritorth had been guarding her eggs for many a sevendays now. The candidates had come to touch her eggs and become familiar with their presence. Today all their lessons and knowledge would come into play. The massive gold blinked a rainbow eye open as a rustle caught her attention. An egg occasionally rocked this close to hatching, but today, they were all doing a little dance in the sands. The gold reared her head, calling to her rider before announcing the news to the Weyr.

“The eggs are hatching. Everyone please come!”

The loud hum woke the rest of the Weyr that managed to sleep through that loud broadcast. The excited firelizard population woke the rest of the people that continued to sleep in bed. The kitchen rolled into full gear; getting food ready for the feast that would occur afterwards. Riders were sent to fetch family members and other welcomed guests. There wasn’t a single person in Shura who didn’t have something to do!

Not far away, the Candidate Master was already up and making his way to the barracks. He rapped loudly on the doors. Her was certain no one could sleep through the racket that was going on outside but it was best to make sure these sleepy headed kids got their butts in gear over to the sands.

“Up you wherries, if you want a dragon.” He called as he opened doors and roused candidates from their beds; a smile on his face as he pointed them all towards the sands.

Let the hatching begin!
Hatching Time: Early morning

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[SummerRain]

Amadahy stretched and yawned, then smiled. She put on the simple white dress that had been given to her at her last Turnday, not long ago. It was just a little too short, but the sleeves hid the scars on her arm. She was quickly dressed, then her little fire-lizard pet also woke. Emerald landed on Amadahy's shoulder just before she left the room. She petted the small creature's head, then left.

When she arrived at the hatching grounds, her eyes were immediately caught by the white egg with a bright starburst on it. She had felt drawn to it, but with no explanation as to why. She stood with the others, ignoring the looks she was given. Her scar went from just below her shoulder to just above her wrist. She didn't care about the scar at the moment, though. She gave Emerald a picture of a place to wait until the hatching was over, and Emerald flew to the spot at the edge of the hatching grounds. Amadahy turned back to the eggs. Would she get Impressed to a dragon this time...? She certainly hoped so.

[Batman]

Kilkin was one of the first to leap from bed. He had been in the Infirmary until almost 3 am, and had probably gotten three or four hours of sleep. But in moments, he was ready.

Pulling on the white, almost ritualistic, robe that marked him as a Candidate, Kilkin tugged on the special boots for the hot sands that would be underfoot. He didn't want to get burned! But whatever happened, happened he supposed.

Before many of the other male candidates were up, Kilkin was already out the door. He sprinted toward the bridge connecting the two halves of New Shura and was passing the Great Hall in no time.

Waiting at the entrance to the Cavern, the other candidates began to filter in. And then it was time. They filed in, and Kilkin took his place around the eggs. He watched them curiously, wondering if now was going to be the time that he would Impress.

Or would he be left standing because the clutch was just so small?

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Cercy was up and out in a heartbeat. She didn't even bother to check on her brother. Dray was already gone, no doubt bothering people in the Stands as he trilled and hummed along with all the other lizards and dragons.

Her white robe flourished behind her as she ran, glad she slept in something decent at least. So she wasn't almost exposing herself to the world under the Candidate robe. Her boots struck the bridge hard as she ran over it and got into line with the other girls.

As they filed in, taking their places, Cercy looked over the eggs one last time. She was just so curious to see what colors would come from this little clutch. There was no Gold, but maybe, just maybe, there would be a Bronze! The Weyr needed more of those!

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Dray was in fact bothering someone. He was bothering his name sake. Draym was the last to rise, yawning and cursing as he tugged on the boots and robe. He swatted at the crooning brown fire-lizard.


"Go bother your owner, shardit." He mumbled and then, realizing that he was almost late for one of the most important things in his life, Draym darted out of the barracks.

The boy made it over to the Caverns in record time, just in time to get at the back of the line and take his place next to another Candidate named Kilkin.

Shard it, that was close. Draym was so glad he made it, that he barely even saw how close the eggs were to hatching.




(((((OOC: omg, failpost ended...I am sooooo sorry guys...worst post ever D:))))))

[Tahki]

Azariah and Asta

A very tired candidate had collapsed into bed a tad later than the rest of her group the previous night. She had stayed late that night to help pull an extra shift in the infirmary. A group of children had gotten in a scrap with each other and Azariah had the firmness of a mother of the tenacity of a younger girl to keep them in like while the local healer checked over their scrapes and cuts. Asta had fallen asleep in an empty cot outside waiting for her; leaving Azariah to carry her limp daughter back to the candidate barracks. She hardly remembered how she managed to dress her daughter into her nightwear, much less herself. Both of them managing to clamor into the correct bed was another feat of amazement.

Needless to say, she wasn’t pleased when a loud voice suddenly woke her from an exhausted slumber. She blinked at the ceiling of the barracks before she heard a strange humming coming from her daughter’s pillow. She glanced over and found York alert and humming along with the larger dragons. It took a second before she realized the voice had been the senior queen! The candidate master banging on the door solidified the urge to get her butt out of bed.

“Asta, get up sweatheart.” She murmured gently to her daughter; pulling her sheets off before moving to the chest at the end of the bed to retrieve her candidate robe.

“Why is York making that funny noise?” The sleepy little girl asked, rubbing an eye as she peered up at her bronze.

“The dragon eggs are hatching. Hurry now, we can’t be late!”

That got the weyrbrat out of bed! Astra quickly scrambled out of her nightgown and into the clothes her mother tossed onto the bed. Her mother was going to get her dragon today! Nothing in the young girl’s mind could never conceive the idea of her mother not impressing today. She grabbed for Azariah’s hand as she lead her towards the hatching grounds.

Azariah went to the stands first instead of running to the sands. A few riders who knew her gave her a questioning look until they saw she was quickly guiding her daughter into the faithful arms of one of the local kitchen workers who always seemed to be more than happy to babysit the little child. Asta got a front row seat and clambered to lean on the rail; waving to her mother as Azariah ducked back towards the entrance towards the sands.

She was well groomed and neat, despite being exhausted. Azariah perked her head up and walked calmly with the rest of the girls who had arrived on time like she. There was no way she was going to let them know how tired she was. She was here to get a dragon and nothing on pern was going to stop her. Azariah joined the growing number of candidates who made a ring around the small clutch of eggs. Like everyone, she eyed the eggs and wondered which one contained her dragon.

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Kuritt

It was to show that not everyone in Elba was an albino with no social skills. So why on earth was Kuritt thrown under the bus to go to the dragon hatching? Go be social and meet the neighbors. Ha! The guy could just about stand the pompous riders but he appreciated the beasts that were hatching today.

Kuritt detested crowds with every fiber of his being as he made his way into the crowded stands along the hatching grounds. Shura was the only Weyr left and everyone wanted to attend what would be a very special, if not rare hatching nowadays. As he scanned the crowd, he couldn’t even begin to search out fellow wherhandlers. There were less of them than dragonriders and he had faith that half of them weren’t as insane to take up the volunteer duty of representing their hold here today. Normal handlers would be sleeping at a time like this.

"So come back. Wherhold is better. Much less noisy people."

Kuritt let a rare smile come out as he settled into a seat near the edge of the stands. Even this far, the brown wher was still keeping tabs on his handler. He could feel the disgruntled feeling of the wher as he noticed that Kuritt wasn’t taking his advice. He shut off from his handler with a disgusted snarl and went back to sleep. Maybe it was a good thing that this hatching was happening in the morning. Had it been at night, Kuritsk would have demanded to join him in the stands to represent their “craft”. Kuritt couldn’t even begin to think how he’d fit that monster into these crowded stands. Someone would have gotten eaten.

Settling in for what was sure to be an interesting hatching, much less his first, Kuritt waited with everyone else for the first egg to crack.

[Jellybean]

Arnmaer nudged Valdis, she knew the eggs were getting ready to hatch. Why didn't her human? The firelizard nudged the girl again, harder. When Valdis simply grumbled at her Arnmaer nipped her on the nose.

"Ouch! You little..." Valdis stopped when someone interrupted, “The eggs are hatching. Everyone please come!”

"What? Who in the world said that?" Then the Candidate Master came and hollered at them all.

Valdis was more interested in trying to find out who it was that spoke to her before the CM rather than ending up as a dragon's rider at this point. The voice almost sounded like the Weyrwoman's, yet not quite. Something was going on that Valdis was uncertain of. She suddenly wished very much that Sulja and Fia hadn't Searched her.

Arnmaer was perched on Valdis's pillow, nose to nose with the girl as she sat up. "Maer? I don't think I can do this." The gold rubbed her head on the back of Valdis's hand and sent as much love and courage to her as she could.

With that encouragement and faith bolstering her Valdis knew she had to at least show up on the Sands. She slipped the Candidate robe over her head and quickly ran the comb through her hair. She could braid it on the way to the Hatching Grounds. Very quickly she slid her feet into shoes, grabbed a tie for her hair and sprinted down to the eggs, still trying to puzzle out who'd actually woken her up.

A bow to Gritorth, "Thank you for this opportunity, Gritorth." then into the group surrounding the eggs to wait and see if she'd walk away with someone at her side, or leave with only Arnmaer. The girl knew the honor she'd been presented with when allowed such a chance and while appreciative of it she wasn't certain she had earned it and knew that only time would tell.

[Ramba-Cat]

Ruteakyra gave a yelp and bolted upright. Hatching? Today? Shardit! If only there was a way to tell how close the eggs were to hatching and give them a rough date estimate! She scowled as she dressed in candidate robes that were almost trailing on the floor, and sandals that were probably not meant to be worn on the hatching Sands. She dragged a brush through her hair, before sprinting to the hatching Sands.

She bowed to Gritorth and took her place on the Sands, watching the eggs with a cautious eye. She spared a glance for Draym, but decided it would be better for the both of them to focus on the hatching.
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Tarust's robe issues were quite the opposite to the small girl's. He'd had to have one specially made to be a respectable length. He brushed his hair and made his way casually to the Hatching. If he had a dragon, it would wait for him. If he didn't then...there was always next time. The tall man bowed to the Gold. If the entire clutch hatched, she was certainly the strong mother. If not...then not only had she been late Rising but she wouldn't have produced a clutch strong enough to support the Weyr...or Pern's needs.

While not really the early morning riser, Tarust had already been awake, scowling at his fellow candidates while they slept.

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Larost had been ill - full of stuffyness and the weakness associated with cold. He was still ill as he dragged the robes over his head and the sandals on his feet. Then he had to make his way to the hatching sands, the heat hitting him in the head with full force. He bowed to the Gold, breathing heavily through his mouth. He took his place, watching the eggs with a headache the size of his father's Brown Dragon, and a stuffed nose that made it hard to breath.

[Dev]

Everything was full of a wonderful aura of welcoming and excitement. It had just been yesterday that Kiren and his father Parkan arrived at the Weyr and Kiren was ecstatic. They had been sure to be respectful when entering the Hatching Cavern, but Kiren was having a hard time suppressing his emotions. All the dragons! The Whers! The fire-lizards! The /people/! It brought a smile to his father's face, and tucked in the back of his mind was a sad thought that he should be out there standing on the warm Sands in a white robe as well. As the years went on his wife surely was growing much more hostile before Dragonriders. Parkan had to sigh softly at that.

"Come on!" Kiren had flooded the Stands with the other people, trying to get a good spot so he could see all of the Dragon eggs. When he did he felt a bit of a draw, they were beautiful. The hum that went up in all of the dragons and fire-lizards was a wonderful sound, almost such that it made him want to hum too! He was giddy however. His second time around Dragons and he'd be able to see the Hatching! He watched the eggs, and although he didn't know it his eyes felt drawn to the Christmas Angel egg first, admiring its colors before catching a glimpse of the Christmas Tree egg. It was hard for him to pick which one to look at, it was as if he could sense a power from all of them.

Even though there were a few people still in front of him, Kiren could see quite alright. He was even proud of himself for growing a bit taller after his birthday a month or so ago. It certainly paid off! Watching everyone taking their places, Kiren felt empowered. He wanted to have the same air of presence the Dragonriders had... A powerful feeling like that, to be known and respected as a man who could lead and help people...that's who Kiren wanted to be. His eyes kept themselves glued to the eggs and he swallowed, nervousness creeping in as he knew they would start to hatch at any moment now!

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Valic's eyes shot open, alarmed at the sound he had been hearing and Ciel's prodding. One thought immediately came to mind: Valids! The Hatching was starting! He looked ragged, and immediately set to fixing himself up to look decent. It was never good to not go to the Hatching without being properly dressed. In fact, that was an insult. Although he felt rushed, adrenaline from the excitement he felt was flowing fast.

Ciel flew out the door before Valic did as they made their way to the Hatching Sands. The blue flitt took up a perch with some of the other fire-lizards of the Weyr, humming the welcoming tune to the baby dragonets that would soon come into the world. Valic took a spot on the edge of the Sands, trying to get to a good spot to see his twin. His hopes went out to her. He really did hope a dragon would choose her.

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Larimar was also in the Stands, but in a more reserved section. His stay in Halis had been such that he had been able to attend this Hatching. It was an interesting spectacle, as he'd only attended one other when he was a boy at Kassin on a trip with his father to Old Shura Weyr. Pyralis was humming with the other fire-lizards, swooping around as they anticipated the cracking eggs that were to come.

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Fyr'an and A'lar were also present, but on stand-by to help the Candidate and Weyrling Masters with the new Impressioned Riders. To help point the way to where they could feed the new Dragonets and also to help with the Candidates who had not been chosen. Fyr'an kept a straight back, his eyes glancing around, while A'lar had a huge grin on this face. This was it! Both Riders could remember when they, too, had first Impressed and gained a life-long friend. Both riders stood near each other, still as they watched the eggs.

[Momo]

If Kuritt was insane for being the unofficial Wherhandler rep then what did that make Thaelen exactly? He'd been cheerfully keeping the cooks entertained with his thick accent and exaggerated praise of their cooking prowess. Thaelensk was in her home away from home, the wherhandler barracks, thinking about how nice it would be to be in her own bed with the sound of Bobble's windsoundmakers in the background instead of these wretched creatures running around like wherries without any heads. We go home next dusk. No more sun-lovers. Stay in Elba's Hold. No leaving. Thaelensk grumbled to her handler who chuckled but ignored her words. It was a common complaint the Gold had and they both knew that they would have to keep leaving their comfortable forest occasionally.

Thaelen's eyes brightened and his characteristic grin grew wider when Gritorth announced the imminent Hatching. He could hear Thaelensk muttering about loud noises and wherrybrains, but the Wher's irritation could not dampen Thael's spirits. He loved Hatchings. The sight of new life being born (though Whers seems to have more interesting Hatchings hands down) and the cementing of one of the most powerful bonds on Pern was a beautiful thing. With a playful wink at one of the pretty cooks and a piece of bread for later, Thaelen was off. People half asleep were filling the hallways and receiving cheerful back slaps from the casually dressed Whermaster as he passed them by. Rama and Indi found him quickly, claiming his shoulders as perches instead of flying alongside him.

Once inside the Hatching Cavern, Thaelen scanned the growing crowd for any familiar faces. It was never hard to find another wherhandler in the crowd because the group was small enough that everyone knew what you ate for breakfast before you have even eaten it. Aha! There was one fellow Thaelen had not expected to see. "Oi! Kuritt! T'ot ya'd be sleepin' dis time o' day." Thaelen parked himself next to the Brownhandler and was probably going to stay there for the rest of the Hatching whether his subordinate liked it or not.

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Muir was wrapped in a blanket, clutching a cup of hot klah and watching the sunrise when the call to assemble came. She did not know if she wanted to be excited for this or a little irked that her quiet morning had been interrupted. With a sigh, she hurried back to the barracks to change into her robes and then headed for the Hatching Cavern with the other candidates that were going that way. Like every candidate, she was desperately hoping that this would be her day, that the dragon that was hers would Hatch and find her among the other candidates Standing. As she got older, she became more concerned that her chance to be a rider would slip through her fingers like smoke and she would be left with only dreams of being a dragon's lifemate. Once she was on the Sands, Muir bowed politely to Gritorth and Hilorth and murmured her congratulations and thanks for being allowed to Stand before joining the rest of the candidates.

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OOC: Ignore the shortness of Muir's part. Nick needs to post and his laptop battery is dying >>

[Batman]

Way by itself, the Christmas Angel Egg rocked slowly. It swayed in time with the humming of the dragons and fire-lizards. Then, as if the little dragon had gotten bored, it toppled over onto its side and started rolling. It stopped just before slamming into one of the Candidates. As if unsure, the egg rolled away a little before stopping.

The little dragon must have beat upon the egg because little parts of the shell started to break off and reveal small glimpses of dragon hide. Finally, a large crack slit the egg in half along the side and the little dragon simply popped up out of the egg.

The brown wiggled in the bottom half of his egg as if he were itchy, scratching his bottom on the shell. His slightly red shaded hide gleamed with goo from his egg as his head darted back and forth, looking at the Candidates.

Suddenly, the brown darted out of his egg, shattering the shell. He streaked along the sand, letting it fly everywhere as he made a bee-line for Larost. Skidding to stop, the brown smacked right into the boy with his head, making Larost tumble to the sand.


Oh no! Mine, Mine, Mine! Are you ok?! I didn't mean to hit you, Mine! Get up L'ost, stop being lazy! Your Clementh needs food!

Brown Clementh

Name: Clementh
Turns: Hatchling
Weyrling Class: Christmas
Color: Brown (93554c)
Size: 37 Meters (when mature)
Impressed to: L'ost (formerly Larost)

Appearance:
Clemeth is a sturdy little brown that will make even the large bronzes impressed. He’s built soundly and has incredible endurance. He has slightly shorter legs but is well muscled; creating an illusion that he is larger than he actually is. Clementh will grow up to be one of the larger browns to begin with so it is saying something. His back legs in particular seem to have developed more than others. This will allow him faster kick offs.

His hide is a medium shade of brown with a hint of red to it. A light shade of the main color runs along the bottom half of his jaw and continues to about mid length of his tail. His legs up to his elbow joints, have also been dipped in a similar hue. Covering his entire body is a light splash of marble like markings; giving him a spotted look in certain lights. The spots are more noticeable along his back and neck where the color tends to be darker.

Personality:
Clementh isn't a lazy brown. This is a brown that probably should be a Blue. He is energetic and quite ADHD. Clementh is still a brown in some aspects though. When he isn't distracted by a pretty color or bug, he is completely attentive to what he is doing.

Clementh tunes in and will remember things that he finds important, and this will most likely make him top of his Weyrling Class. He is a hard worker, and always ready to volunteer His and himself to do anything that is asked.

Other:





[center][size=3]Brown Clementh [/size]
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[b]Name:[/b] Clementh
[b]Turns:[/b] Hatchling
[b]Weyrling Class:[/b] Christmas
[b]Color:[/b] [color=93554c]Brown (93554c)[/color]
[b]Size:[/b] 37 Meters (when mature)
[b]Impressed to:[/b] L'ost (formerly Larost)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Clemeth is a sturdy little brown that will make even the large bronzes impressed.  He’s built soundly and has incredible endurance.  He has slightly shorter legs but is well muscled; creating an illusion that he is larger than he actually is.  Clementh will grow up to be one of the larger browns to begin with so it is saying something.  His back legs in particular seem to have developed more than others.  This will allow him faster kick offs.

His hide is a medium shade of brown with a hint of red to it.  A light shade of the main color runs along the bottom half of his jaw and continues to about mid length of his tail.  His legs up to his elbow joints, have also been dipped in a similar hue.  Covering his entire body is a light splash of marble like markings; giving him a spotted look in certain lights.  The spots are more noticeable along his back and neck where the color tends to be darker.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Clementh isn't a lazy brown. This is a brown that probably should be a Blue. He is energetic and quite ADHD. Clementh is still a brown in some aspects though. When he isn't distracted by a pretty color or bug, he is completely attentive to what he is doing.

Clementh tunes in and will remember things that he finds important, and this will most likely make him top of his Weyrling Class. He is a hard worker, and always ready to volunteer His and himself to do anything that is asked.

[b]Other:[/b][/size]



[Ramba-Cat]

Larost's attention was fixed on the first egg as it hatched, eyes lighting up when the brown appeared. Well, dragon babies were so cute! Who wouldn't be cheered by that? Even Tarust seemed appreciative of the brown, probably because of his build and size from such an early age...

Larost couldn't help but be reminded of his father's Brown Ith; though it was probably just the dragon's hide colour that was causing the similarity. Suddenly the brown darted from his shell and smacked into him, sending the tall boy sprawling on his back. The first thought to enter Larost's mind, despite the as yet UnImpressed dragon looming over him, was how hot the sand was. It felt as if it were melting his skin!

Oh no! Mine, Mine, Mine! Are you ok?! I didn't mean to hit you, Mine! Get up L'ost, stop being lazy! Your Clementh needs food!

Impression hit the young man quickly, wiping away any painful memories of his past, replacing them with warmth and love. What startled him though, was how quick the dragon moved on from being apologetic, to forgetting about that and demanding food! Larost...L'ost couldn't help but grin as he got to his feet, leading Clementh to the food.

"Don't worry, Clementh, you hatched first, so the meat will be even fresher!"

[Dev]

Kiren's breath caught as the first of the eggs began to rock, the Christmas Angel egg, and he found himself leaning forwards. The egg seemed to have quite the peppy dragonet inside as it rolled away from the others, knocking into one of the Candidates there. Ouch... His mind went completely away from the Candidate however as cracks appeared on the egg before a huge split occurred on it.

It only took a moment before a head popped out of the egg. It was a Brown! A Brown dragon! Kiren was grinning as the dragonet seemed to wriggle in his egg before getting out, looking at all of the Candidates. He was shocked to see how fast the Brown was as it darted for the pack of Candidates, bowling over one with its head. There seemed to be a moment's pause, and Kiren wasn't sure what was going on because the Candidate wasn't in his view. But what he did see was the happy walk as he finally did see him. He was a new Dragonrider! From where he was, the new Weyrling's happy gait and then Brown Dragonet next to him made Kiren smile, but feel a bit jealous. It made him wonder what Impression felt like, but his eyes were soon back to the rest of the eggs. Which one would be next?

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Fyr'an noticed the Brown Dragonet's show of knocking over his bonded, a small amused smile coming to his face. He had been lucky Nairth was one for speaking an insult than getting as fast as possible to him. The Sands were very hot! As the new rider came towards the feeding area, A'lar looked very proud. Another Brown! Perhaps it was just his pride for Brown dragons speaking, but A'lar was very impressed with this first Hatchling, the rest of the clutch would surely be just as great! As the new L'ost came over, they directed him to where the meat for the new Dragonet would be. "Right over there," A'lar replied, "And Congratulations!"

[Tahki]

Azariah and Asta

Azariah’s expression could only be that of annoyance as she watched the rest of the candidates began to fill in the gaps in their ring. There were more of them than eggs sitting on the sands and it meant that not everyone here would impress. There was always that chance that even if they had an exact amount, the hatchling may find none of them fitting. It was a horrible thought and she was both happy to see the dragon had many to choose from and annoyed there was more competition then ever.

The older candidate snorted and turned away from the younger kids. There were maybe two of three around her age. The rest were still children and she could only imagine how interesting the lessons would be with such an age gap between some of them. And all these girls interested her. There wasn’t even a queen egg for them to fight over in this clutch. That meant these girls were still willing to stand for anything and that gave her some respect. It wasn’t a gold or nothing situation.

A crack noise drove her candidate watching attention away for a moment. She should be watching the clutch, not these kids! The Christmas Angel egg had rolled, knocking over a boy in the process, and hatched. Azariah’s eye lit up at the sight of the little brown. He was a gorgeous color; a red hue she didn’t recognize in the local brown population of the Weyr. Browns generally went for boys but she couldn’t get her hopes down. He went for the boy he had toppled in the process,; crooning his apologies as the first impression was made.

She smiled and clapped along with the rest of the crowd. She remembered Larost from a brief meeting and thought the pairing was a good choice. Browns were sturdy anchors for the wings and everyone hatched was badly needed; especially with Shura being the only Weyr left. Azariah watched them head off for the meat while she turned her head back to the clutch. What would hatch

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Kuritt

Either he was tired or the wherhandler must have been utterly blind not to take notice of the giant gold wher that was stabled in the overnight quarters of Shura. Then again, Kuritsk had refused to leave his comfortable and warm tree house to lumber to the Weyr this morning. They’d be just about beating the sun and Kuritt would have been in for a world of mental hurt from the brown’s complaining. So Kuritt had no need to go down below just yet and of course, had no idea his gold handler was here.

Kuritt look slightly disgruntled as always and eyed the eggs rather than the crowd of people. He couldn’t stand being crammed into these tiny stands but his curiosity to see a dragon hatching had overridden his better judgment. A few people noted the colored knots on his shoulder and decided to move away just a tad. Handlers had the reputation of being night people, as sun phobic as their whers, and kind of off. You’d be too if half your day was spent in the woods. Or maybe it was just Kuritt’s expression that drove any local conversation away.

He perked his head up at the sound of a familiar voice. Ah, someone else was insane as him. Kuritt gave a weak wave to Thaelen and moved over slightly to let the guy sit down. Someone was certainly in a better mood than he.

“I would be but the girls at Elba thought I should…socialize” He muttered, crossing his arms across his chest. He should never listen to me. “Why are you here? I didn’t think anyone could make Thaelensk come to such a noisy event.”

Kuritt took notice that the first egg that hatched was a brown. That made him give off another rare smile. He was a dedicated fan of browns, be it the dragons or whers. He could not be.

[Momo]

Muir could feel the excitement, the expectations, and the other emotions swelling in the air. Hatchings were always extravagant affairs and with this being the first one in five turns, many people were there both for the Hatching itself and the celebration that would take place afterwards. Muir knew that she would enjoy the festivities even if no dragon Hatched for her this day for there would be ten more dragons in the Weyr.

When the Christmas Angel egg suddenly split in half to reveal its occupant, the candidate cheered softly, her hands held together at chest level out of excitement. A Brown! Not exactly a Bronze but a good sign for the Weyr anyway. He was certainly a lovely male as well with a medium brown hide and a good build. It would be very interesting to see how he turned out once he reached his adult size.

The Brown quickly departed from his egg and headed straight for a male candidate, Larost if she remembered properly, who he managed to knock over in his haste. Muir giggled at the sight but then turned away to continue watching the eggs. One down, nine more to go.

[Tahki]

The excitement of a brown hatching and impressing his boy was still fresh in the minds of the watching Weyr. The rest of the eggs still rocked now and then, making it hard for anyone to guess which one would hatch last. In the center of the clutch, towards the back, one egg rocked harder than the others. The Drummer Boy Egg wobbled in the sand; unaware it’s oddly shaped shell had some people guess what exactly It contained.

Suddenly it toppled to it’s side and catching the crowds attention. The shell splintered into cracks on the one side. A rhythmic tapping could be heard; as if the littler dragon inside was beating on its shell like a drum. In one more powerful thrust, a little green head burst through the shell, along with the rest of her in one surprised squeak. She rolled a tad into the sand and lay there for a few minutes. Her large rainbow eyes blinked at the sudden array of light and she peeped in annoyance. She had a minty green hue to her body and a darker shade covering her entire head, limbs, chest, and wing tips.

It dawned on her that everyone was watching her. The green, actually quite a good size for her color, lifted her head to look around. So many people and here she was laying on the ground, covered in sand. She quickly regained her composure and shook herself free of all the sand that she could. The green began to preen her wings and making sure she look presentable to such a large audience.

Her eyes finally settled on the crowd of candidates. Were any of them worthy of such a beautiful, if not the greatest dragon on Pern? She raised her head regally and began walking towards the candidates with as much grace as an ungainly hatchling could. She peered at the girls, ignoring the boys completely. Such dirty things and none of them were worthy of her. Each girl she sniffed, snorted at in disgust, and kept walking. Were any good enough?

Finally her eyes settled on a girl. She was absolutely perfect! There was no candidate on Pern that would ever be better than her. The green walked straight passed the other girls and butted her head into the chest of her chosen, eyes whirling as she protectively claimed what was hers.

You shouldn't be looking at those other eggs, Valdis. Winteth the most perfect of them all. Come, I’m hungry.

Green Winteth

Name: Winteth
Turns: Hatchling
Weyrling Class: Christmas
Color: Green (408d5b)
Size: 28 Meters (when mature)

Appearance:
Her ego seems to correspond with her size. She will grow up to be one of the largest greens in Shura. Winteth seems to favor a slightly more stocky build. She’s not quite at brown level for body shape but a deep chest and sturdy legs are noticeable. Winteth looks like a tough green rather than the delicate looks some of her sisters have.

Her color is a minty colored green with a few hints of blue hue in there somewhere. Her wing tips, end portion of her tail, legs, chest, neck, and complete head are all dipped in a darker color shade than her main hide. This darker color makes her hard to spot at night from above and gives her an edge in stealth.

Personality:
Winteth’s personality is quite in line with her name. She is proud green who thinks she is probably about the greatest dragon to ever cross Pern. This can sometimes make her come off a tad cold. She adores compliments and always tries to be the center of attention. She often sees Golds as competition and is on a never-ending quest to prove that she is much better than they.

She is stubborn and enjoys getting her way. Winteth isn’t above flirting or flaunting her pretty hide to get males to do things for her. She doesn’t accept criticism well and will quickly dismiss any attempt to correct her. She can do no wrong. Finding herself perfect, the green also believes that her rider is also just deserving of the level of respect she should receive as well. Winteth will do anything for her rider and advance her status. It is her rider that will be the only one able to make her do things she doesn’t want to and will be her voice of reason.


Other:

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[b]Name:[/b] Winteth
[b]Turns:[/b] Hatchling
[b]Weyrling Class:[/b] Christmas
[b]Color:[/b] [color=408d5b]Green (408d5b)[/color]
[b]Size:[/b] 28 Meters (when mature)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Her ego seems to correspond with her size.  She will grow up to be one of the largest greens in Shura.  Winteth seems to favor a slightly more stocky build.  She’s not quite at brown level for body shape but a deep chest and sturdy legs are noticeable.  Winteth looks like a tough green rather than the delicate looks some of her sisters have.

Her color is a minty colored green with a few hints of blue hue in there somewhere.  Her wing tips, end portion of her tail, legs, chest, neck, and complete head are all dipped in a darker color shade than her main hide.  This darker color makes her hard to spot at night from above and gives her an edge in stealth.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Winteth’s personality is quite in line with her name.  She is proud green who thinks she is probably about the greatest dragon to ever cross Pern.  This can sometimes make her come off a tad cold.  She adores compliments and always tries to be the center of attention.  She often sees Golds as competition and is on a never-ending quest to prove that she is much better than they.

She is stubborn and enjoys getting her way.  Winteth isn’t above flirting or flaunting her pretty hide to get males to do things for her.  She doesn’t accept criticism well and will quickly dismiss any attempt to correct her.  She can do no wrong.  Finding herself perfect, the green also believes that her rider is also just deserving of the level of respect she should receive as well.  Winteth will do anything for her rider and advance her status.  It is her rider that will be the only one able to make her do things she doesn’t want to and will be her voice of reason.


[b]Other:[/b][/size]

[Jellybean]

You should be looking at those other eggs, Valdis. Winteth the most perfect of them all. Come, I’m hungry.

Valdis blinked at the rather largish green dragon in front of her. "I, err, beg your pardon? Are you sure you don't want someone else?" She said aloud while thinking, What have I done? What am I going to do with this? Poor thing doesn't look very...

I can hear you, you know. Feed me, feed me now. I am better than all these others and I deserve all of the attention of everyone! Winteth put one of her rather big paws on her bond who had fallen on her rump in the sands when she'd first been rammed.

"Now see here, it isn't acceptable for you to be making demands straight out of the shell as you are, nor is it acceptable for you to listen to what people are thinking. Humans will find it rude when they know you are listening to their thoughts. If you want fed, dear, you need to get off my arm and let me up so I can feed you."

The barely hatched and still wet green moved her foot off the girl and sniffed. What is that smell on you? The tongue flicked out and tasted blood. When she tasted it, and instantly decided she liked it, Feed me, I see more of this stuff over there. I deserve it all. You will get it for me. The green led Valdis off the Sands in her quest for more blood... Err, food.


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OOC: Sorry! I had to get the "Seymour" pun in there right after reading Winteth's personality description and her demand to be fed. Hopefully you all know of "The Little Shop of Horrors" which is where I got the pun from...