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Fifth Wher Clutch: Hatching
Topic Started: May 17 2014, 09:38 AM (3,468 Views)
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For days, Hamask had been pacing around her room, stepping carefully among her eggs--natural and adopted alike--and inspecting them closely, shifting one here, turning another there. By this time the shells were hard as leather, tough and wrinkled, the dark, sickly looking green that Hamask's egg had been when it cracked, and Hamask regarded them with impatience. They were close.

Come on, little things, come on now, Hama would often hear her say, more and more the last few days. She stayed close, working in the nearby crafthall, just in case that message ever changed.

Today, it did.

Hama! came Hamask's jubilant shriek through her mind that evening. Hama did not need elaboration. She came at once, apologizing cheerfully to her fellow healers as she ran out the door. She had plenty of time--the eggs would twitch for a while yet before anything started cracking--but there was also blood meal to prepare. Luckily, she'd elicited help from the kitchen workers for this task, and eight buckets of bloody mash were quickly prepared and transported to the hatching room, where Hamask wiggled excitedly over faintly wobbling eggs.

"Eggs are hatching!" Her stentorian shout boomed in the wherhandler quarters, but Hama pounded on doors for good measure. When she returned to Hamask, she found Jerund waiting outside the entrance, solemnly bearing a club.

"I've sent Tod out to warn those outside the hold," he told her as she approached.

Good, thank you." Hama peered inside at her wher. "I've got to get her out of here now. She'll never let you in with that," she said, nodding at the club and noting that Jerund looked as uneasy holding it as he had the day she'd asked him to wield it. She clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, don't look so serious. Hopefully you won't have to use that."

One green--that would be allowed to them, if one were to hatch. It had been decided that with the growing interest in whers and a general desire to rely less on Crom, Vaioa could use one more clutcher.

Relying on Jerund to direct the candidates, Hama led Hamask from the room. Excited though she was, Hamask appeared visibly relieved as she left, shrugging off her burden of guardianship with a shake of her stunted wings. As soon as Hama saw her safely to the herdbeast pens and back to their room, she'd return to the hatching.

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Rosin had decided to take a rare day off from doing his usual chores and helping out at the Healing Crafthall. Which meant he got to sleep in and not rush anywhere for once. He didn't take many days off, the life of a Holder and wher candidate was filled with work. It left him exhausted most of the time but in a strangely good way. After a recent run-in with someone though he wanted to take a personal day. The Bluehandler Alek had gotten under his skin with only a few meetings and it left Rosin unsure of what to think or what to do. Rosin was attracted to the guy. No surprise there, Alek was adorable. In a scarred up lost puppy kind of way.

Did he try and pursue it? Would Alek freak out if he did? That would be embarrassing. Rosin didn't want to scare him off, yet he had to say SOMETHING eventually. He wasn't one to just let an attraction sit on the back burner for long. In any case he had to be careful.

That evening he was still curled up in his furs dreaming particularly steamy dreams of his scarred up pup. At least he was until he heard a woman's voice yelling out something about 'hatching' and obnoxious banging on his doorway. He shot up all blurry eyed and confused until he realized what the woman had really been saying. Hatching! The wher eggs! Sweet crackdusted Faranth! Rosin scrambled to get out of his bed only to fall out on his face with his bum sticking in the air.

"Ow..." He groaned while pushing himself up to try again. Untangling his feet from his furs he got started on dressing. Boots, shirt, vest....oops. Forgot his pants. His face flushed realizing he had everything on except his pants. Just not his evening...Off with the boots and on with the pants, double checking that he didn't put them on backwards or something. THEN the boots. Looking himself over one more time he was off like a shot. Nearly running into a wherhandler who was standing near the hatching area's doorway. Her Bloodhwer was making an odd whining noise but she kept saying 'no' for some reason. Rosin didn't stop to really ponder the scene and took a moment to compose himself before going inside.

He had no idea what to do beyond that. Did he greet someone? Did he just go to the eggs? Probably best to just wait. He stood there looking to the only other two people there. The grumpy looking one he knew as Jerund, from what he heard the man had recently returned to the Hold. And then there was Hama. Rosin smiled seeing her, the woman was well liked and known in the crafthalls. It was big day for her and her wher. He bowed his head to Hama.

"Hello ma'am. You excited?" He gave her his warmest grin while glancing at the eggs. Rosin couldn't help feeling his hands twitch with anticipation at getting to touch his own egg soon. Which one was it again? He couldn't remember. Hopefully they'd get directed to the right ones.
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Alek would have returned to sleep after the clamour in the hall, but he was curious, enough so that he'd not get back to sleep easily. Alesk watched him with one eye as he shuffled around the room in a sleepy daze. Trying to get his clothes pulled on and double checking that they were on the right way. Pulling at his boots he sat on his bed. He knew he had a bit of time, but he didn't want to run the risk of just passing out, not when he'd gotten as far as his boots. He groaned as he rose up again and stretched. Klah first. That sounded like a plan.

With his mug in hand and a bit less of a half dead walk he headed for the sands. Inside the warm room he saw a few people had already come in. Offering Jerund a quick smile. It was always nice to see the other handler back in the hold, he and Varuel had been the last to see Jerund and Yrael, with his scary amount of firelizards after they left the hold. The two had made it back worse than they'd left them, but they both seemed to be doing better under the Vaioan healer's care. He settled far out of the way against a wall, watching one person in particular. Rosin was what had him so curious. The other man had bumped into him a few times now and he didn't exactly want to hear the results of the hatching second hand.

He sipped his Klah, attempting not to stare at anyone for too long, he was just part of the backdrop to the more exciting scene. Last thing he wanted to do was make someone feel uncomfortable when they should be excited rather than self conscious. His eyes turning again to Jerund, wondering how well he'd do. Hoping his injury wouldn't hurt him by any clubbing that may have to be done. Rolling his own healing shoulder, telling himself that after Rosin had put such care into stitching him up, the least he could do was witness his wherling breaking shell.

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Visala bounced excitedly down the hall. This hatching would have seen her assigned to an egg if the opportunity to handle Visk hadn't arisen. She'd be going to lend her support to Sankal, and of course see the chubby little babies tumble about and gnash their gums on their sloppy meals. Visala wouldn't miss the opportunity to fawn over the newest wherlings. Peeking into the warm room with a grin on her face before coming in. Letting her eyes adjust she stared at the eggs in delight. Waiting for Sankal to get there and the eggs start to crack she tried to guess what type of wher each one held.

She would have loved to have had Visk as a hatchling, even if she doubted he'd be up for the snuggles she'd have given him. She couldn't help but grin at the idea that he'd try to toothlessly gum at her thinking it would deter her affection. Excitement had made her more wake than a cup of klah could have. It heavily outweighed her mixed feelings about the chance another grey could emerge. Just had to hope if one did, it would have a good handler attached to it. She didn't want there to be a recurrence of the run that she'd lost Visalask in.
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Fortunately for Emlyn, she'd been lounging around the dining hall, as had become custom, when she'd been alerted that the time had come. The wher eggs were hatching. This was her chance. This was the chance she'd been waiting for since she had arrived at Vaoia. She might finally join the ranks of the wherhandlers this day. Maybe. There was no guarantee and this was something she was very well aware of.

She stood, hesitating only slightly to swallow her nervousness, then left the dining hall. She followed the commotion and found the eggs location easily. She hadn't realized there would be this much of a commotion for a wher hatching, bit she was thankful for it. It was easier for her to hide herself this way. She felt her nervousness returning, but this time she did nothing to dispel it. As she walked into the room, she looked around, trying to find some familiar faces and pick out who's wher the eggs belonged to, but alas, she didn't have a clue. So to be safe, she gave a nod to anyone who glanced at her. Perhaps she wouldn't seem rude in that regard.

Having arrived in time, there was nothing left to do but wait. Wait and hope.
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Hama's knock awoke Sankal, as well; he'd put in long hours at the mine today, and had stopped by his room for a fresh change of clothes before maybe seeing about dinner. With any luck, he'd figured, he might run into Visala or even Iyandrel on the way - and yet, no sooner had he sat down on his bed and toed off his boots than he found his eyes sliding shut, and his head falling back against the wall. He had the distinct sense that a few hours had passed when a sharp thud and a muffled call roused him from his late-day nap. Blinking blearily at the door - he'd slid down at some point and had ended up curled on the mattress on his side - it took him a long moment to struggle into consciousness well enough to piece together what was going on.

When he did, a sharp jolt of adrenaline had him launching to his feet, nervousness blending with excitement as a breathed out a few choice curses and dove for the clean outfit he'd been aiming for to begin with. Not that they were likely to stay clean, what with the meal he knew would be prepared for the little whers, but he figured he'd still be better off not smelling of dust and sweat from the mines. Hilfy, who was watching him seemingly-impassively from her perch on the desk, made a sharp tutting noise, chiding him for something - he was too wound up to try and figure out what. As he shoved his feet impatiently into a pair of boots, she heaved a weary sigh and abandoned her own nap, lighting on his shoulders and fussing busily with his hair. She only took a moment, movements fastidious and economical, and pronounced him fit to be seen with a bright cheep - she wasn't necessarily thrilled that her human wanted to acquire one of those beastly toothy things, but he'd been excited about it (when he wasn't fretting over the details) and she wanted him to cheer up, for goodness sake, and not work himself into a state before he even made it out of his room.

Two minutes later he was striding semi-calmly (or at least looking semi-calm) into the hatching chamber; he spotted Visala immediately, and smiled broadly at her, but didn't approach. As far as he knew, the eggs could break open right now and he wanted to be sure he was focused. He nodded a greeting at Hama, as well, as it seemed only polite, before moving to stand near Rosin. Hilfy, who hadn't followed him in - he'd assumed she intended to go back to sleep, now that she'd made sure he was presentable looking - glided in a few minutes later. She stayed well away from the eggs, however, and - after taking a thorough look around - winged over to take up roost near Visala, who she recognized and wouldn't mind sitting near, to observe this big to-do. She thought she might even forgive the woman for running into her human, given that Sankal seemed to like her. Sankal wrung his hands, and waited in silence; Hilfy kept her eye out for a certain other dark-haired grumpy-faced human with nice boots and her own golden 'lizard.

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Iyandrel's patience for Vaioa was beginning to wear thin; it was too big, too noisy, too full of people who were complete and utter strangers with bizarre trades that she had never fully considered during her life in Rubikon. How much longer would she be tasked to wait for an egg in this place? Her family needed her--worse, needed the savings that she'd not-quite-asked-for and taken to the Weyr with her to seek a wher. So how was she to wait patiently for the eggs sitting on the sands to hatch?

So much was riding on her now... And she loathed having to wait on others to fulfill her promises.

With a scowl, she pushed her fingers roughly through Murdoch's feathers--even he was beginning to look ragged here, despite such easy access to food and water--and sighed as the diver let out a squawk of disapproval.

"Sorry, baby," she muttered, carefully straightening out the wherry's plumage, "I'm just so frustrated--"

And then, like music, one of the wherhandlers was shouting down the hall. Eggs were hatching. She heard the sharp knocks echoing off the doors, and bolted out as soon as her own had come and gone. Eggs were hatching!

Murdoch shrieked as she left the room and slammed her door behind her, shouting: "OkaybegoodI'llbebacksoon!" The wherry would be indignant for some time, she knew; she would have to ply him with some exceptionally tasty treats if she hoped to earn his forgiveness any time soon.

At the moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was getting that egg hatched so she could get the hell out of Vaioa.

When she arrived at the 'sands,' she stopped short, blinking at the few collected people and scowling when she saw the eggs. They weren't hatching. They were... sitting there, wiggling a little.

More waiting, she growled internally, her arms coming to fold across her chest as she moved to find a place to stand. She glared at the softly rocking eggs, sweeping over them all--ugly things--and hoping that she hadn't been given a dud. She'd paid too many Marks, waited too long...!

One egg in particular caught her eye, and she glared at it with all the intensity of her being--whether it was hers or not, she didn't particularly care.

You had better not disappoint me, thing. I've suffered too many disappointments these days, and I find I have very little good grace left in me.
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Eirabess was excited, not that she let it show, about the wher eggs. It was pure luck that she was being allowed the chance at an egg, seeing how she was barely known here at Vaioa. It was a "business decision" on the part of caravan-guard Eirabess. One that would probably make this her permanent role, since she couldn't go disguised as a lady of some lesser holding with a wher at her side... but the chance was hers, and she was going to take it.

When the news reached her that evening that the eggs would be hatching soon, Eira put away the blade she was sharpening and reached for her boots. She reconsidered her attire and put on a worn but still serviceable tunic and scarred hide pants that ought to give her some protection from baby wher teeth and claws. This could be messy - literally - after all. Then she put on her boots and headed off to the hatching.

When she arrived, Eirabess greeted everyone with a solemn nod, and waited for instructions... or for chaos.
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Ethekiel had taken to spending a lot of time in the infirmary as of late, or the herdbeast pens if none would have him as their shadow - which was not usually the case if Javian was in. It was a fascinating trade he had to admit, almost on par to his fanatic endeavours of genetics dare he say it, and easily begun to envision such a craft as his kind of job if he were to ever hope of paying back this debt now saddled upon his flimsy shoulders.

He doubted he would be a master of any sorts with it but seemed confident in hidden ability nonetheless.

The harried fellow he'd picked on today was a steady worker, at least until Eth started asking particularly gory and morbid questions then he got a touch pallid and stressed – whether it was frustration or nauseousness he was yet to truly decipher. Whichever it was the guy was all too glad when Ethekiel snapped his eerie attention upon some other unfortunate soul, head tilted like some curious canine before trotting off with an odd sense of purpose.

Having seen Hama practically drop station and run, he was all too sure it was related to the one thing everyone was itching for and wasn't disappointed when he tracked her back to the quarters. Goodness gracious what a time to be alive, all this commotion and it was well worth it indeed! For he'd done enough in pleading his case - they were allowing his little girl and that was positively thrilling.

And now at last he could meet the little ball of wonder.

Ethekiel wasted no further time sliding into the 'sands' room, twitchy and buzzing and expending most of that through motion of his hands, fingers running and drumming in endless succession against their pair. He hadn't a clue where to start in terms of words so settled to eyeing the little wrinkled packages, settling on the smallest with a crooked grin before flicking to the one that wielded today's club.

Better stay that weapon at least once today, they'd promised him.
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Chrys looked up from her small table where, half-dozing, half-working, she had been completely absorbed.

The knock on her door came moments before the yell, and in the interval, Chrsk had enough time to raise his hackles and snarl. Interrupt, he hissed.

Chrys lowered a hand to his head and comforted him as Hamask's call reached them. "No intruders," she soothed. "Just a hatching. Come on, you want to go see the small whers?"

Small? Chrsk inquired hopefully, dimly picturing a very fat Hamask.

"Eggs. The eggs will hatch today."

Chrsk burbled, now agreeable, and they slipped down the hallway and into the room.

They were by no means the first ones there, but it was very easy to tell who was there to watch and who was there to try their hand. Chrys nodded at Jerund and then edged further into the room. Chrsk looked over the other whers present and then sat back on his haunches. The room smelled so strongly of Hamask, yet she was nowhere to be seen, so instead, he turned his eyes toward the eggs hopefully.

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Nursing her thermos out of reverence for the steaming, spiced lifeblood contained therein, a peculiar figure darkened the entrance to the modest hearth and its precious, wrinkled cargo. She nearly thought better of forbidding the company of her fire-lizards, a tic borne on exhaustion and social anxiety starting in the right corner of her mouth. She was amongst strangers here, and even plain dressed as she was, she thought some of them were eyeing her.

Maybe it was the jacket. ...it was probably the jacket. She'd pocketed her knots, but the riding leathers were a dead giveaway on their own. Too tired to curse her limited foresight, the brown rider rolled a shoulder, caging a grumbled curse behind gritted teeth as a bruise acquired in practice made itself known again.

You are there? Khorinth's rich voice was a shade of its former self, echoing the heaviness in Raisa's own limbs.

Yeah. It didn't take long to spot Sankal, and he remained her fixed point as she stepped back to let others pass. She was here for one reason, and it was to see that awkward fardler bond. ...he'd better fardling bond.
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