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Post by Trith on Jul 10, 2010 8:57:45 GMT -5
Around the time the mottled blue was steered away from the sands, the Colisa Egg began showing its willingness to hatch by violently rocking back and forth. As the second largest egg of the clutch, its rockings could cause damage to its clutchmates if it hit. Fortunately, fractures began at one side before it could do any harm, and nearly half of the egg just sort of collapsed outwards as a rich, dark bronze hide shown forth. Half in and half out, the bronze hatchling stretched the freed half of his body, and worked his head free, splintering much of the rest of his shell in the process. Red and yellow shards of shell stuck to him as he gave himself a shake, and as the pieces fell from him, lighter bronze spots could be seen dotted here and there on his stocky body.
Trith finally nudged the Puntius Brown away from her with her tail, hissing at him. The brown gave such a forlorn wail that Samhara winced, a sad frown coming to her face. If he didn’t look for his bonded, this one would surely between. Here she had hoped for a sadness free hatching, but they just weren’t that lucky it seemed. It was at this time that both the Axelrodi Egg and the Splendens Egg began rocking, but with significantly different tempos. While the Splendens seemed content to work steadily, the Axelrodi Egg was knocked around from within with such force that it actually rolled into the wailing Puntius Brown, who stopped in surprise as this unexpected attack.
The brown tapped at the small shell curiously, and the hatchling within responded with renewed effort, breaking the shell into several pieces as a very light colored green emerged, chirping with joy to finally be freed. Seeing something else to latch on to, the brown attempted to show his clutch sister some love, but the very small green would have none of that as the little ball of energy got her little legs moving in a hurry. Shell pieces fell away from her as she took a full turn around the clutch, peering at everyone and everything with obvious enjoyment.
The Colisa bronze seemed about ready to move, and he took a step away from the clutch, only to be run full tilt into by the Axelrodi green. Both hatchlings took a tumble, the green more so than the bronze, and the much larger bronze snorted as his green sibling and ambled towards the line of candidates. He peered around at the males, and finally made his selection, coming up to Lanzalin and pressing his need against the boy, who dutifully led him off the sands.
The green, having rolled at least two times, came to rest near the closest candidates. She peered up dizzily at Raelwyn. What, this wasn’t Hers! In a mad flap of wings and arms, she scrambled to right herself, catching the girl deep across both legs with her tiny but sharp claws in the process. Instantly aware that she’d hurt someone, the Axelrodi green hiccupped and scooted away on down the line, finally coming to rest with a hurt wail at the feet of Lialla. Mine, mine! Cryth hurt someone, Cryth is sorry! The tiny hatchling clung to her legs, clearly upset, even wrapping the tip of her small tail around Lialla's ankle.
Trith began to coo worriedly at the Puntius Brown who was now simply watching the proceedings with a dejected air. While she attempted to get him to move towards the candidate line with her gentle forehands, the Corydora Egg gave an experimental wobble as its occupant finally gave effort to breaking free. The almost slimy looking egg began rocking in earnest. The Splendens Egg developed a hairline crack from its occupant's steady workings, and it was obvious that the hatchling would soon be free.
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Post by Trith on Jul 9, 2010 20:53:12 GMT -5
With one hatchling successfully bonded and another several on the way, Trith was mighty pleased with herself. Never you mind that she wasn’t the real mother, she was proud enough to be. Samhara had to give a small smile at the antics of her gold, but she was familiar with Trith’s hatching behaviors by now. She just hadn’t expected them with a donated clutch. Apparently, Trith just had a heart large enough for everyone. The Puntius Egg struggled so to get out of its shell that it actually fell over to the side against a clutchmate or two, eliciting an unhappy wail from within. Concerned, Trith leaned over the unfortunate hatchling just as a pale tan colored head finally popped free of the shimmery shell. Peering owlishly up at her, the Puntius Brown gave an excited chirp as he saw his beautiful ‘mother’. Trith hummed encouragingly, and the brown began struggling anew to gain freedom from its shell. A loud tapping began from the previously quiescent Corydora Egg as it gave a small rock back and forth before stilling yet again. This one seemed unready to come out, but it continued to test its shell with tappings that echoed all around the hatching bowl. No matter, the Puntius Brown was finally free as his legs punched through the tough shell with a final burst of effort. Kicking free of his glittering confines, he rolled back upright, looking down to inspect himself. Licking a few piece of shell from his tan colored body, the brown flapped his wet wings, then returned to staring at Trith. He scooted closer, clearly eager to remain in her presence. The Frenatum Egg chose this point in time to break free in a shower of broken shell as it escaped. A multitude of blue hues splotched over this hatchling’s body as he gave a definitive and energetic wriggle from head to tail, splattering the fluid from his egg over his neighboring clutchmates as he avidly attempted to flap his almost comically overlarge wings. They dragged in the sand behind him when he pranced out of the group of eggs, giving a sniff here and there to the bright eggs. He paused by the last egg closest to the Candidates, and plopped his rear right on the sands, his wings drooping to the sides as he lost the strength to hold them up. He began looking at each Candidate in turn, a careful scrutiny. The Puntius Brown suddenly let loose a raucous wail as Trith returned her watch to the clutch in general, clearly unhappy that her attention was no longer on him. The Frenatum Blue turned to look at what all the ruckus was over, and snorted at his clutchsibling making such a fuss. No need to be so loud. As if to show him a better way to act, the blue slipped back up to all fours and set out with a determined air towards the line of candidates. He paused by Lialla, wrinkling his nose at her before trekking on down the line. He became increasingly agitated as the line of Candidates drew closer towards the end and His was not yet in sight. Finally, at the end, he gave a quiet chirp of joy. G’lenmine! You’re so far away from your Caith! Why were you so far away? He stumbled into the youth who just caught him. By the clutch, more movement was evident in the Xiphophorus Egg as it began rocking with a vengeance. A sharp cracking sound split the air as the egg fairly burst from within, littering the surrounding few feet with egg shells as a large strong brown with a rich mahogany hide began looking about. He shook his large wedge shaped head to rid it of the remaining egg shards and nearly took a tumble over his own tail as he moved to step towards the line of candidates. Ungainly wings flapped wetly out to steady him, and he was off again, each step accompanied by a small grunt or chirp or other such noise. He sniffed at the other eggs in passing, but he was mainly interested in finding His and finding His now. It didn’t take him too long before he was sitting before a youth. He tilted his head, then leaned against Kheron’s legs, letting his mind open as he streamed colorful thoughts and feelings to his chosen. Your Calzanth has found you, K'ronmine! Don’t worry anymore, Calzanth is yours, and Calzanth is hungry! The brown began letting his hunger splash through, now that the urge to find his bonded was past and satiated. (Note: Gillen's player Audio isn't here right now, so I took over for her. It's not an NPC impression, but I didn't realize it was Gillen's dragon hatching until I'd already wrote most of the post )
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Post by Trith on Jul 9, 2010 18:42:41 GMT -5
Trith bristled in warning at the Candidates, her teeth visible as she quietly clicked them together in a slow beat. They were all doing as expected, and she was proud, but this was one of the most vulnerable times for her babies. If anything untoward should happen to them, she would exact revenge. She even growled at Gareth as he approached and took his respectful bow. He backed to a fair distance though, and she proceeded to ignore him in favor of eyeing those who were closer and standing in a semi-circle in front of the clutch. Yellow and orange tinged her eyes as she backed down only slightly, retaking her place on the queen’s couch with an air of ever-readiness.
Samhara looked skeptically at the Weyrleader, turning briefly to Trith as she felt the gold’s ire rising. Seeing neither immediate danger nor further reason for the gold to get mantled over, the Weyrwoman pointedly eyed K’roi. “Gareth told you.” She stated flatly. No way a man would know better than her and Trith when any clutch would be hatching, much less one the gold had been brooding over for the past handful of sevendays. Snorting, she returned her view to the sands. “We don’t have nearly enough Candidates…” she muttered under her breath. Better they have twice as many, or three times. Anything to make certain a partner would be chosen and save them the lamentation of a lost hatchling.
The Puntius Egg continued to rattle around as both the Xiphophorus Egg and the Frenatum Egg began to move. It was a surprise however, when the Poecilidae Egg was the first to break shell. A sudden hairline fracture split the ridiculously colorful egg nearly straight down the center vertically, and moments later, the two pieces of shell broke neatly in two to reveal a dusky dark forest green hide covered in egg goop. First one leg than another reached frantically into the air as the hatchling green searched for something to pull itself upright with, and she eventually wiggled around enough to roll over onto her belly, completely demolishing the bright pieces of her shell in the process.
Trith’s thrumming resumed in earnest as the first hatchling broke shell and finally stumbled upright. The green looked avidly around, her head twisting this way and that as she began to search. The Corydora Egg suddenly bumped into her, and she gave a startled squawk, turning to flare her wings at her clutch-sibling.
Trith hissed at her, urging her to choose a partner and leave her sibling alone, and the Poecilidae Green stumbled back at the queen’s verbal attack. She instantly turned mopey, complete with drooping wings and dragging tail. She turned with the longest hesitation to the line of Candidates and perked up almost instantly as she spotted Hers nearly immediately. Stumbling into a near run, the green all but plowed into a younger girl standing quite near, with shoulder length brown hair and a bright smile. It got brighter as the voice blossomed in her head, and she moved to walk her new partner off the sands to the waiting riders with meat.
The Puntius Egg finally decided it was time to hatch, and the top third of its shell fractured into tiny pieces, the hatchling within not yet visible as it continued to work itself free. The Xiphophorus Egg and the Frenatum Egg continued to move in earnest, though no cracking was yet evident. Despite the initial bump into its green clutch sibling, the Corydora Egg settled back into stillness, seemingly content to wait on its more energetic clutchmates.
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Post by Trith on Jul 9, 2010 8:18:47 GMT -5
The light was low in the sky, painting a myriad of colors across the horizon as Rukbat began to kiss the planet goodbye for another night. Laying on her side, golden Trith soaked up the rays of sunlight with a contented air. She lifted her head as something alerted her to a -difference- in the clutch before her. Tilting her head to the side a bit, she reached out one clawed hand to lightly tap at one or two of the eggs with the tip of her claw in a decidedly suggestive staccato beat, allowing the warmth of the shells and sand to travel up her arm. After a moment, a reply tap was heard from an egg or two, and the queen felt a surge of expectancy as she straightened with a jolt.
It seemed almost fitting that the timing was close to when the clutch had arrived to the sands in the first place. The hatching bowl, awash with stored heat from the sun, was suddenly a place of dragons as gold Trith trumpeted the news across the entire Weyr with a brass-horn bugle. A Hatching was upon Cerulean! All eight of the eggs were in the same excellent condition they’d arrived in, and the great gold peered eagerly at the clutch as the thrumming began as a low purr in her chest and grew. The dragons on watch joined in. and suddenly a wild fair of flitters winked into existence overhead, adding their music to the welcome. Growing quite a bit more proddy than she’d been at the touching, Trith sent the fair a warning to keep their distance and flared her wings in the low afternoon light.
Samhara, already on her way up the stairs to the cliff top, crested the edge as Trith sent out her call to each mind in the Weyr again, a summons that broke through the heavy thrumming that began cresting as more dragons joined in. Everyone is required at the sands, our clutch is hatching. The Weyrwoman crossed the space to take a seat in the small Weyrleaders section situated closer to the gold than the rest of the seats across the sands. She wasn’t the first there, as the Weyrleader was already in attendance, and she wondered how he’d actually managed to get there first. Sitting, she shot him a glance. “How did you know?”
Trith arched herself just over the eggs so that each and every candidate would have to meet her gaze before proceeding. Her wings vibrated with anticipation as she now heard the younglings below working to gain freedom from their eggs, encouraged by the dragons now surrounding the hatching bowl on every side but the one the attendees would be coming from. Her gaze shot downwards though, as the Puntius Egg began to wobble with sudden energy. The hatchling clearly wanted out and wanted out -now-. Trith crooned to the egg in encouragement, and looked up. The gold didn't allow herself to fear for the lives of these youngsters, they would all find partners. The Candidates were a promising bunch.
Samhara turned a look on her bonded, a small smile on her face as her own worry was quite a bit more obvious, though she attempted to keep this from the gold. This was what they'd been waiting for, and she hoped each of the hatchlings made it through safely. There was always something that could go wrong at such a fragile time.
The Freshwater Clutch
Splendens Egg: Hatched Green Asileth to Kivin/K'vin Puntius Egg: Hatched Brown Olloth to Ranen/R'nen Frenatum Egg: Hatched Blue Caith to Gillen/G'len Corydora Egg: Hatched Blue Peth to Cheko/C'ko Xiphophorus Egg: Hatched Brown Calzanth to Kheron/K'ron Axelrodi Egg: Hatched Green Cryth to Lialla Poecilidae Egg: Hatched Green Rasath to Kailee. (NPC) Colisa Egg: Hatched Bronze Porath to Lanzalin/L'in (NPC)
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Post by Trith on Jun 28, 2010 11:15:59 GMT -5
Trith kept her careful gaze pointedly on each Candidate in turn as they moved to touch the clutch, being certain for herself that they remained respectful of both her and the fragile nature of the little ones they were touching. So far, everyone seemed to have the proper attitude, and she allowed a brief but excited and somewhat nervous shake go through both of her wings before she tucked them back close to her body.
She turned towards the new sound of, yes, one of her missing candidates! He was late, but still respectful as she watched him cross the sands towards her and the clutch with a curious eye and slightly raised wings. Samhara nodded her head to the boy, waiting to see if Trith would allow him to touch the eggs, late as he was.
It was, of course, completely up to the gold, but the Weyrwoman’s preference was to kick out latecomers. If they didn’t have the decency to show up on time… You forget Mine, the announcement wasn’t planned as it usually would be. They had no forewarning. You’re too lenient. I want them all, hatchlings and candidates both, to have every chance they can of finding their bonded. Samhara grudgingly agreed with that sentiment, and lightly folded her arms as Trith bristled at the newcomer, a show of teeth in warning. Approach, but treat them with care. The gold raised herself over the clutch, using her advantage of height to watch those who strayed too long at one egg. The more touched the better, and she gave the tip of her tail a small snap at a few who lingered near only a single egg.
The Axelrodi Egg beamed a welcoming feeling to its toucher, the splashes of emotion as riotous as its shell as it suddenly switched to curiosity then distrust and back to happiness. From the Corydora Egg, a gentle feeling of happiness exuded as a calming wave, grateful for the company and a little sadder when its toucher left. From the Puntius Egg, a slight feeling of unease filtered through, which then changed to outright rejection at the newcomer. A similar feeling welled up from the shy-seeming Splendens Egg almost immediately upon contact as it too sought to drive away its toucher. Assertive and dominant, the Colisa Egg seemed to measure its toucher, momentarily at ease as it actively began searching for a compatible soul. It seemed disappointed when its toucher moved away, however the Poecildae Egg attempted to impress a direct -need- for its new toucher to remain with it.
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Post by Trith on Jun 24, 2010 10:23:34 GMT -5
Each lovely Candidate that entered the hatching bowl filled Trith with more delight. Each one showed the proper respect, bowing to her and asking permission straight away. What a promising bunch! Filled with pride at her Candidates, Trith returned a short nod of her head to each bow, acknowledging their presence and their requests. She began looking expectantly around for the remaining handful who had yet to show.
Samhara, perched to the side of her gold, also gave her own acknowledgments to the candidates who greeted her, noting which Candidates came first and the varying degrees of confidence each had as they approached. They were coming along nicely it seemed. Hopefully, the others would show up at least late. Trith wouldn’t be too happy if any of the candidates they had currently didn’t attend. As of now though, she was fairly content and eased back just a bit on her haunches to watch the proceedings with a careful eye, still glancing here and there for new faces.
Very well met my younglings. You each have my permission to touch the clutch, and I wish you luck. Be warned though, your lives depend on each of these eggs remaining unharmed. Touch them as if handling your own hearts. Trith’s lips lifted enough to accentuate her words with a warning snarl, the first sign of aggression from the usually gentle gold. She remained alert though as she gently ruffled her wings and again nodded to the candidates, her tail tip lightly tapping against the ground. You all may proceed.[/i]
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Post by Trith on Jun 21, 2010 19:43:26 GMT -5
It was a full sevenday after the clutch arrived that Trith in her motherly wisdom, decided that they were in the perfect condition for a Touching. The clutch hadn’t been shifted much since they’d arrived, and the eight eggs were still as pristine and lovely as before. The sun rode high in the sky, and the collapsible ceiling was completely drawn down to take advantage of the warmth in all its glory. The gold herself was lounging in perfect contentment on her couch, belly to the sky. If anything, it showed how much trust she placed in the males around her to protect her and the clutch in this moment of relaxation.
Almost like a giant bronze shadow, Gareth stood watchfully to the side as was his place, notably on the jungle side of the hatching bowl to provide a veritable wall of anger should something attempt harm from that direction. His feelings towards the eggs weren’t as fatherly as Trith’s were motherly, but he would protect -any- eggs, much less those designated as the future hope of his Weyr. Arranged around him were several other dragons of various colors, some standing in protection, others simply enjoying the proximity to younglings.
Rousing herself from her sunbath, Trith yawned a great draconic yawn, her tongue lashing out over her teeth as her eyes whirled contentment. It was time, yes. The candidates should get a chance to meet the clutch now. Pushing into a standing position, the great gold unfurled her wings in a lazy, warmed stretch before letting her mind touch each mind in the Weyr so that she wouldn’t miss any of the lovely Candidates.
Come my young candidates. Come to the Touching of my clutch, and send them your hopes. That would bring them, and if not, perhaps they weren’t fit for candidacy after all. She hoped each one remembered the courtesy due a gold from their lessons, though truth be told, she wouldn’t be too harsh if not. Maybe a fearsome show of teeth, or a light slap of her tail to remind them. Nodding at her own wisdom, the gold let a stretch run down her serpentine neck in a wave of motion that had one or two of her vertebra popping. It’s time already? I’ll come up to watch. Samhara’s voice was light in her head, a bright spark of color that showed Hers was happy enough. A nice change of pace, that. It was about time Hers decided that the clutch was alright and to stop worrying. You know I never stop worrying, you finicky thing. Her bonded reply, catching the stray though. Trith snorted in amusement, then turned her eyes expectantly around for her Candidates.
Samhara, straightening her latest batch of paperwork -there seemed to be a never-ending amount that she was the unfortunate recipient of- and reached backwards over her head to stretch out her own back. She could afford to watch the Touching, and she did enjoy it almost as much as the hatching. Something about it always brought back her memories of how happy she’d been to impress Trith. The gold sent her an affectionate wave that said the feeling was mutual, and the goldrider exited her suite of rooms to begin the upwards climb to the hatching bowl.
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Post by Trith on Jun 19, 2010 13:41:58 GMT -5
As each egg met the sands, Trith with loving care arranged them in such a way as she felt they needed to lay. The eight eggs formed a rough grouping, a far cry from the typical neat circles or arrangements of other clutches. Samhara watched leaning against one wall of the raised portion of the hatching sands, at rest for the first time since the day had started. The eggs had safely arrived, and the wherhandler had given over the leadership to the much larger gold without any sort of fuss. There would be time later for conversation as to what they would work towards with the smaller creatures, but for now, the clutch was the most important point of the day. Period.
Trith began humming low in her chest. Not the thrum of hatching, but merely of motherly contentment as she finally stood back to admire her work, her eyes a swirl of happy blue. Then she settled back to the couch, noticeably closer to the clutch's resting place than before as she looked up and sent out a thought to everyone present. The clutch has arrived safely. Candidates, now would be a good time for you to view your new potential partners, but you are not allowed to touch them until they have settled a few days. Anyone violating this rule will be harshly dealt with. As if to emphasize upon her warning, a quick flash of orange melted through the gold's protective gaze as she watched those gathered.
The Freshwater Clutch
Splendens Egg: -Situated towards the side of the clutch, the Splendens Egg rests almost uneasily against the Xiphophorus Egg, as if this is the only clutchmate it can stand to be near, drawing away from the others. This medium sized egg is a motley riot of deep, rich colors ranging through much of the deeper spectrum. Starting from the top and swirling down in patterns that look much like smoke on a soft breeze, dark blues and deep purples shift over the surface. These colors serve as a base for a bright sapphire edged in jade with dashes of rich crimson to ripple over in a fair imitation of light reflecting from moving water. At the bottom is a single bright splash of opalescent white brushed with a rich honey hue, like heavy strokes from a painter’s brush.
Puntius Egg: - Located near the center of the clutch, this egg is distinct in that its whole surface has a silvery green sheen, making it flash in what light there may be. Clearly visible beneath this sheen, stripes of varying thicknesses run in horizontal bands the entire length of the egg with little other variation. Each set of stripes has an intermittent black band, while the other color is a deep red-orange, like the stripes on some felines. The division between each band of color is immediate and abrupt, marking this striped egg clearly.
Frenatum Egg: - Larger than some of the eggs that are set before it, the Frenatum Egg seems perfectly happy to be at the back of the group, just a little apart from the rest. Notably one of the more muted eggs, the shell is a soft, deep charcoal color for the most part, with small flashes of crimson that give it some life. These flashes aren’t evenly spread about the shell, they seem to gather mostly around the top of this sphere shaped egg, gradating in number from high to low as it passes from top to bottom. Medium in size, it can still manage to be seen over some of its larger clutchmates.
Corydora Egg: - On the small side, the Corydora Egg is right in the center of the clutch, welcoming all of its clutchmates to it and even hidden by a few of its larger siblings. The entirety of the shell is splotched with black, white, and a deep green, and over these large patches of color, dull silver draws curved lines resembling fish scales over the whole smooth surface. More oblong shaped, this egg glistens, like it’s coated in a slime that mutes all the already dull colors, making it wholly unattractive. Despite this generally unwholesome appearance, the egg is welcoming to all, belying the urge to leave it be.
Xiphophorus Egg: - Easy to distinguish from the motley pack of colors most of its clutchmates are wearing, the Xiphophorus Egg is very simple in design. A solid, light buttercup yellow, the color deepens to orange in some places with no delineation to the color change. The two colors simply melt into one another with a matte surface, giving some variation but not enough to immediately draw the eye. Leaning companionably against the Splendens Egg, it almost seeks to protect its more colorful sibling from the eyes of others, and its imposing size can promise that it will have the ability to do so. Easily one of the largest in the clutch, the Xiphophorus Egg dwarfs many of its fellows.
Axelrodi Egg: - Easily the smallest egg in the clutch by a few sizes, the Axelrodi Egg possesses a shimmery quality envied by some of its duller clutchmates. In general, the color is a lovely blue-green, but never one or the other at once. Shifting with the light and the position of the observer, the colors change from blue to green and back in a shimmering haze that can fool the eyes into thinking this egg is moving. On one side, there’s a small dash of a lovely deep red, almost marring the wholeness of the blue-green effect. Located in the front right next to the much more flashy Poecilidae Egg, this tiny egg can still hold its own.
Poecilidae Egg: - Even among its colorful clutchmates, the Poecilidae Egg stands out. This egg looks like the work of an artist gone mad. Splashes of every color imaginable fan across the surface in brilliant bursts of energy, creating a riot of color from top to bottom that could very well puzzle the eyes as they try to find some rhyme or reason to the jumble of color. On the smaller side, that doesn’t detract from the confusing quality of its coloration, or the ‘look at me’ vibe in general. Located smack dab in front center of the clutch, this small egg may very well take the attention of everyone for a moment upon first encounter.
Colisa Egg: Muted by some of its clutchmates, the Colisa Egg doesn't lack in beauty, merely in flash and sparkle. Red and yellow splashes around the exterior of this egg in generous spread, sometimes overlapping in a dual-hued swirl. The two colors are evenly dispersed in the center, while at each end, one color holds majority; red at the top, and yellow at the bottom. At the center of the red splashes, a deeper maroon hue seems to almost blossom, while the yellow parts each hold a white-gold burst.
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Post by Trith on Jun 13, 2010 20:46:23 GMT -5
It was the awaited day, and the time was nearly at hand. Their clutch, their precious future would be on its way as soon as the sun set. Striding purposefully down the hall, all of the small woman’s focus was on the letter in her hands. Samhara couldn’t quite bring herself to accept the information that a wherhandler was the leader of this little mission of sorts. She and the Weyrleader had gone over the welcome if different news delivered by a bronze firelizard only that morning. What was Southern thinking? Let the wherhandlers deal with their whers. Dragonriders should be the only ones to care for their main fighting force, and riders followed riders, not those smaller flightless -things-. That was how it’s always been, and the goldrider wasn’t happy at this new development in the draconic hierarchy. Not to mention that they were -waiting- for that… that wher! Nothing should have delayed the delivery of that clutch.
Grumbling the whole way, Trith picked up on her bad mood as her rider entered their weyr. Why does this have you so frustrated? Aren’t you happy about the clutch? The gold certainly was, practically thrumming with happy anticipation. She’d had clutches before, but she loved it every time. Even though these would not be her babies, well, they were still hatchlings, and she loved every one of them. Of course, there was still that prideful part in the back of her mind that stated no clutch would ever be as good as her own, simply because she was the one to have made it with her chosen male.
”Of course I’m happy about the clutch. It’s just… they could have picked a better guardian among any one of Southern’s riders. I don’t know why they’re bothering to send us whers.” Well, they are. You can welcome them -all- or ostracize the single handler and throw the Weyr in a bad light. Trith was so smug when she knew she was right, and Samhara grimaced in earnest. “Pushy gold.” She muttered, glaring daggers around the room for a moment before she calmed down a bit. “I guess you’re right though. Tell the other riders to spread the news, and that we’ll be needing help to settle the clutch and receive the riders that will be staying with us.”
Trith sped the message along to dragon and firelizard alike, who each in turn passed it to their bonded. Attention. When the sun sets, the clutch from Southern will be arriving, and all riders are called to the hatching sands to assist and protect. The gold’s happiness colored her words, giving further light and hope to the situation. A hatching was always good news, and eggs were even better!
It was close to time, as the sky became painted with the colors of sunset. The colors of dragons. Despite her annoyance, it was… somewhat fitting. Samhara sent Trith on ahead as she walked up the several sets of stairs to get to the top of the cliffs Cerulean was carved into. Time to think, she told herself. She came over the rise to find riders gathering around the hatching grounds, as Trith had told them to, and one half of the workable roof was down to welcome the last little bit of sunlight. The gold had settled herself rather regally on the large couch and she waited patiently, whirling eyes to the sky for their hope to arrive. Samhara, a small frown on her face, walked across the warmed sands to wait with her dragon, stepping up onto the raised couch and raising her face to the sun. Her hand shadowed her eyes for a moment before she turned away to watch for those arriving, stepping back into the shadow of the raised roof.
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Post by Trith on May 26, 2010 11:09:47 GMT -5
Character: Name: Samhara Age: 28 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Occupation: Weyrwoman, Goldrider Description: Short of stature Samhara is athletic and somewhat widely built. Her whole demeanor speaks of steadfast resolve, and despite her short height of 5'2", she is capable of still managing to look everyone in the eye with a stern glare. Her fair brown hair is short, cut to well above her shoulders and slightly curly, falling in waves about her roundish face. Cinnamon eyes capable of shooting daggers sit above a pert nose and curvy lips. Her figure is quite feminine and curvaceous, welcoming men in a way that her demeanor never would. Her riding leathers are crisp and of a natural hue, subtly denouncing the need of many for bright or eye catching colors and other such fripperies. A single bit of color rides around her waist in the form of a rose colored sash embroidered with her favorite flowers, a congratulatory gift from her sister. Sensible, well worn boots match her leathers, and her gloves are fingerless to allow her small hands better purchase. Personality: No nonsense. Words that describe Samhara perfectly. She takes her position as Weyrwoman very seriously, and if anyone decides to cut up in her presence, that person is guaranteed to have her glare and possible slashing remark in return. She has no tolerance for pranksters and jokers, and she is hard pressed to crack a smile even in the most jovial circumstances. Her facial emotions range from angry to stoic to steadfastly unhappy with very few variations between. She has few redeeming qualities, one being that she's unerringly fair and just when meting out punishment or reward alike. If someone has truly done something worthy of note, she won't hesitate to state as much, but she is equally likely to cut down someone who has done something utterly stupid. If a situation arose due to your laziness or ineptitude, you'll be certain to know about it on multiple levels before Samhara's done with you. Holding family highest of all, Samhara keeps in close contact with her sister Sarah especially, happy to send a return letter any time Itzu, her sister's bronze flitter, comes for a visit. History: Samhara was born the eldest of two daughters to a metalsmith and his wife in Keroon Hold. Her mother was ill most of her life, and her father constantly busy, so it was left to her to take care of her mother, run the house, and raise her younger sister, Sarah. The two grew up close and maintained a strong bond throughout their lives. Shortly after Samhara’s 14th birthday, the lingering illness finally claimed her mother’s life. While Samhara was saddened by her loss, she found her mother’s departure to be a relief, lessening her household duties. With her spare time, she certainly didn’t laze about, taking the opportunity for her sister and herself to begin learning beastcraft. It was not long after this time that the Dragonriders from Igen Weyr showed up in Keroon, on Search, and it was sheer coincidence that Samhara ended up meeting them. Out in the fields tending to a birthing herdbeast, she had no idea that the riders were in town and nearly ran into one as she rounded a corner, headed towards her house to bathe off the birthing mess. He introduced himself as D’ran, and insisted she stop and speak with him there on the spot, despite the mess. When asked of her history, Samhara gave short work of it, leaving no room for pity of the girl denied a childhood, simply acceptance and hard work. Impressed by her intelligence and determination, it took D’ran the rest of the evening to convince Samhara to join him at Igen Weyr for Candidacy. After she cleaned up, he argued with her the whole time she cooked the evening meal, and it wasn’t until he sat down and supped with her family that she finally agreed to it, due mostly to the encouragement from her father and sister. It was several weeks between Samhara’s arrival at Igen Weyr and the hatching, and she took the time to diligently learn all she could, quickly overcoming even the Weyrbrats in terms of knowledge of dragons, Weyrbusiness, and life. When the time finally came, she stood calmly on the hot sands until the wobbly little queen burst from her egg and nearly toppled onto the tiny girl. Strength borne of hard work and adrenaline allowed Samhara to balance the beautiful gold as it nuzzled her head and whispered pleas of hunger into her mind. I am Trith; and you are mine.Her time as a Weyrling gained her only a few friends, as many were greatly torn between her abundance of knowledge and her tendency to frown on any sort of childish mischief. After graduating from Weyrlinghood and into her place as a Junior Weyrwoman, she was welcomed by the other queenriders with open arms. She was knowledgeable and efficient, and kept excellent records. Her aim with a flamethrower was at first shaky, but grew into confident handling. She could be sympathetic to others’ needs, but not so much as to be soft to manipulation. When thread began to fall upon the land once again, she found herself an asset in helping to direct the groundcrews and keep an eye on the skies to take note of who did well and who made mistakes. Two Turns into the Pass, another queen was hatched on the sands of Igen. Holding only about 300 dragons at maximum capacity – which they likely shouldn’t reach for another decade or so – having a total of four queens was starting to become cramped. There was also the fact that the queens would rise more often due to the Threadfall, and the Weyr would quickly become overpopulated. There wasn’t much they could do about it just yet, so they made due. When the tragedy at Silver Cove Weyr struck seven Turns into the Pass, it was felt planet-wide as the dragons of all the other Weyrs mourned their fallen cousins. When word came that not only had both the queen-dragonpair and their only gold egg had perished, but that the Weyr was scrambling to relocate under the direction of their still-grieving Weyrleader and those of his Wingleaders that had survived the catastrophe – Samhara knew what her duty was. The small Weyr would need the direction of someone who knew what was necessary inside and out – and she could provide that. They would need a queenrider to teach any newly-hatched queen her duties – and she could do that. And she could then also alleviate the burden placed upon her small home Weyr. Without further question, she spoke to her Weyrleaders and announced her desire to transfer to Cerulean Weyr. Bonded Critter: Type: Dragon Name: Trith Color: Gold #ff9900Age: 14 Description: Trith is a huge gold. Easily the size of the renowned Ramoth, her tail twitches just a bit longer. Her large, elegant head has equally large eyes, her headknobs long and tapered. Her body is powerfully muscled, limbs and wings strong and firm with good health and good exercise. A long neck sits on wide shoulders, her entire body long and of medium build. Trith's gold sheen is quite dark of hue and slightly reddish tinged, giving her an almost brassy look in the right light. When she rises to mate however, the gold sheen comes through the most making her brilliantly metallic. A spattering of almost white-gold freckles and larger splotches wink over her back and down her spine, parallel her large notched backridges. Personality: Despite Trith's massive size, her demeanor is gentle for a gold. She expects the same perfection in her wings as her rider does, but is more indirect and soothing about delivering chastisement. She enjoys the company of her rider, and of other dragons, as is fairly tolerant of other humans. She isn't above whipcracking a mental shout at someone who strays too far out of line, but this is fairly rare. Unlike her rider, Trith enjoys a little bit of frivolity, and will often try - most times unsuccessfully - to get her rider to join in with her. She can sometimes coerce Samhara into playing, and the two enjoy these brief times, despite her rider's insistence to the opposite. She also enjoys the attention of males, and will sometimes flirt quite a bit with any who show interest. Craftskills:Craft: Beastcraft Level of Proficiency: Apprentice Specialty:Weakness:
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