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Sixth Wher Hatching
Topic Started: Oct 11 2014, 12:48 PM (3,749 Views)
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It was early--well, early for a wherhandler at least. Rukbat had just sank beneath the horizon, perhaps only half a candlemark or so ago, but Hama had dressed and eaten already. She had some time yet before she was expected to work graveyard at the infirmary, her usual shift, but the commute was considerably longer now that her transportation was confined to the wher quarters, watching over her clutch. No choice but to walk; she'd have to leave early.

Even so, there was still time enough to visit her wher. Hama followed the familiar hallway until she reached the room at the end. She slipped inside and saw a large, dark shape--one of two--shift in the dim lighting; a head rose to regard the newcomer with wheeling opalescent eyes. Hama heard a low croon.

"Hi, baby," she said, picking her way carefully around the eggs to reach her wher's side. Hamask stood to meet her, wiggling happily, a low hum thrumming deep in her chest.

Egg moved, she said.

Hama blinked, froze. "What?"

Moved. Still humming quietly, Hamask stepped toward one of the eggs, lowering her head to nudge one of the wrinkly green shells. It moved under her touch... and then rocked again.

"Oh!" Hama straightened with a start. "Oh, shaffit!" Eyes adjusting to the dark allowed her to make out the other eggs, to see them twitching here and there--small movements, barely perceptible at this point, but the wherlings inside were certainly active. Hama paused, struggling to regain her composure in the face of her rising excitement. "Hamask, baby, why don't you let all the handlers and candidates know?"

Moved! Hamask stopped wiggling long enough to concentrate. She cast out her voice, loud as she could. Eggs hatching! Then she looked at Hama, waiting for direction.

"You've got to be hungry--go on, go get some breakfast." Hama glanced about the rocking eggs, then waved Hamask toward the door. "You've done well, but you don't need to guard them anymore. They'll be fine."

Hamask hesitated, facing Hama's smile. Then she tossed her head as if in acknowledgement and trotted from the room.

Hama sighed quietly. As much as she would have liked Hamask to be present, this was better; in the event that a green might hatch, Hama didn't want her wher to have to witness its fate. Likely she would not react well. The healer shot a look at Hesk in her corner; Heliodor would be along any moment to usher her out.

But the first figure that entered the doorway was slightly shorter than her friend, as well as a little stockier. Jerund entered with due caution, having immediately spotted Hesk in the back. As he had for the last few hatchings, he held a club, though he kept it hidden behind his back as he leaned against the wall--and would likely stay that way until Hesk made her departure. The green might not recognize the significance of the club, but there was no reason to chance it. As before, he appeared slightly uneasy to be carrying the weapon; Hama couldn't blame him.

Jerund met Hama's eyes and offered a slight smile, one which she returned in full.

"How about you help me with the buckets?" Grabbing his arm, Hama pulled him out the door with her, forcing him to match her brisk pace toward the kitchens. Jerund made a noise in his throat, perhaps in surprise, but no other form of protest followed. He pulled away from her grip, but kept walking, tucking his club under one arm to free his hands. They had a lot of buckets to carry--twelve, precisely--and it would take a few trips. It would be a while yet before the eggs began to hatch, but Hama wanted to be there when the first candidates arrived.

Fortunately, it didn't take long. Hama found a few kitchen workers willing to help. In one trip, they had all twelve buckets filled with a bloody porridge, ready and waiting for the candidates to claim. The kitchen workers departed, Jerund reclaimed his spot on the wall, and Hama stood armed with a smile, waiting eagerly for her fellow troop members to arrive.

The eggs were shaking harder now. Twelve--what a number! This, Hama thought to herself, was going to be a good hatching. The infirmary would just have to make do without her.

((Feel free to post your openers ahead of time!

And because we forgot to make a picture with the names of the candidates bonding today... here's a list of the candidates bonding today!

Avaia
Olimar
Kisaze
Tosst
Brielle
Quistly
Sawyl
Caim
Nedeya
Tyrnan
Sijard
Dennai

Even if your candidate is not bonding today, they are welcome at the hatching--wherhandler's as well!))
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
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Quistly wasn't standing as a wher candidate for the warm and fuzzy notion of never being alone, having a true companion, or anything of that rot. If she had wanted that she probably would have tried to be searched to stand for dragons when she was younger. Her reason for wanting to impress a wher was a simple one: sensibility. She was a guard and it just so happened that her job meant quite a lot to her. As such bonding to a wher seemed like a logical course of action. Not only would it ultimately make her job many times easier but there would come a time when she would be able to deal with threats that would have been next to impossible previously. It was true that during wherlinghood she wouldn't get much done but that certainly wouldn't last forever.

Word had been spreading that the eggs were likely to hatch soon. Was she nervous? Not as much as one might think. Even if her egg did end up containing a green ans needing to be culled it likely wouldn't pose an issue in the long run. It wasn't if she was going to age out of being a wher candidate. While another decently sized hatching may not roll around for a while there was always the possibility of her bonding to an adult wher. No matter how long it may take the end result would be the same and Quistly was nothing if not patient.

The initial call for candidates and handlers was met with a calm acceptance. Sure she was excited to potentially impress her wher but she wasn't about to start squealing in excitement or freak out over butterflies in her stomach. Abandoning what was left of her breakfast, or what those on the wher schedule considered to be breakfast, she made her way down to the eggs, the buckets of meat, and her future. Which actually sounded much more cheesy than she had expected it to, but of well. She was allowed to feel just a little sentiment after all.
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Brielle—slight tag Nedeya

Brielle had adjusted easily enough to the nocturnal life she now had to live. She’d never had the easiest time sleeping anyways, which meant she was plenty used to be awake during the moonlit hours. Even with all the wherhandlers alert and active, the nighttime held an alluring peace to her that they daylight didn’t.

She was already awake when the call for the hatching came. The healer grinned, a spring in her step as she made her way down to the makeshift sands. She waved casually to Nedeya, but her attention was focused on the eggs.

The sight of Jerund’s club unnerved the healer. Brielle knew as a fact that as a rule, green whers were culled, but she had filed the thought away in the back of her head until now. After all, Vaioa had green whers, and six of the eggs before her were their progeny. Now, the thought that any little ones would have barely enough time to take their first breath before their lives ended nearly made her sick.

She fixed her eyes back on the eggs. No good to think about that now. Brielle’s frown upended itself as she watched the wrinkly little eggs wiggle. Now this was exciting.
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~*Sandstone Wingrider L'na and Green Aegath*~~*Jade Weyrling Dessah and Black Lessiath*~
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As far as days went, this was a somewhat big one

Dennai had found himself fairly calm throughout his work routine. It seemed like it was going to be an easy and rather stressless day.

And that was when the call was issued. There was to be a hatching. Suddenly the boy felt his heart dropped what felt to be several dragonlengths in his chest. He found himself gulping down air before he even warranted himself to do so. As if it were a natural defense of the body, to send some air down his system to catch the plummeting heart on a cushion.

But his heart only seemed to continue to fall. It was like he had become bottomless. And his mind filled with questions. Would he bond today? And if so, what kind of wher would he bond with? Would it be docile or aggressive? Would it possibly be able to help him find a sure path in the Weyr? Or would his wher be as directionless and unsure as he was, and depend on him to decide the answer? And, if that were the case, would he finally be able to do it, now that the responsibility of another life rested in his hands? Or would he be responsible for sending them both adrift in the grand sea of 'I don't know'?

Preoccupied as he was, Dennai had not even noticed as he'd apparently made his way to the Hatching Sands. Looking around the space, he caught sight of the twelve eggs that rested ready for the candidates. And he realized then that he felt both fear and excitement.

What would this day bring? Well, there was only one way to find out. He had to wait. So, in the meantime, Dennai turned towards the crowd of assembling people and searched for faces that he knew.
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Nedeya was... tired. That was an understatement, but it's how she was terming it to prevent herself from calling it exhaustion and being tempted to fall asleep. It wasn't the nocturnal schedule, but nervousness. She'd been calm about the life change up until the point, work was work be in logging or guarding or working in mines, and Brielle was certainly in an environment that suited her needs. Yet once the eggs were laid it had become real in a way that was hard to digest, and now the candidates had been told they were close to hatching. Could be any night now.

She sat at the small desk in her room, chewing on her shirt before spitting it out, a nasty habit she'd meant to break long ago but re-emerged anytime stress surfaced in life. Ugh, now she was tasting the rough fabric, yuck. Maybe she could close her eyes for an hour or two, not enough to break the nighttime habits but enough to feel more awake....

Eggs hatching!

It didn't feel like it'd been more then fifteen minutes before the voice woke her up, and she blinked as she tried to assign significance to the mental intrusion. Eggs? Down at the weyr, that couldn't be right, those had sevendays to go... wait. Wait. The wher eggs! The woman had fallen into bed fully dressed so there wasn't much to do besides slip on boots and jog down to the room where the eggs had waited out the many long days of hardening. Her head twinged, telling signs of a headache to come, and her heart raced. Why was this this nerve wracking? She didn't even know if one of these eggs was to be hers. They were wrinkled, lumpy, and didn't look like an egg something so large as the blue she'd met could come out of. Didn't look like something to make her blood race.

It was to her relief that she saw Brielle arriving a minute later, and Nedeya side stepped over to her friend, eyes remaining on the twitching clutches. “Can't believe it's happening. Did they tell if you were getting an egg yet?” She gestured out over the many, many eggs while hoping Brielle wouldn't notice the shadows beneath her eyes. Thankfully the excitement was the most efficient energy rush she could have asked for.


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Durran & Dursk - tag; Hama, Hesk

"I'm not arguing about this with you, you thick-headed brute!" Durran was having trouble keeping his voice down. It was not often that the pair fought, but this was a sensitive matter. Hamask's voice had reached them as they were sleeping, but it woke them both immediately. Dursk's anxiety had swept over Durran and they both became uncharacteristically angry within moments.

I am going. Do not try to stop me. Dursk growled, glob of drool dripping from his curled lips. Durran jumped up out of bed and pulled on the first clear tunic and pants he could, rambling off all the reasons Dursk couldn't be there as he did so. "There could be duds. There could be greens. You know what they do. You know you don't want to see that. You'll be much happier if all you ever see are the healthy little whers who get to come out of that room." Durran sat on his bed and put his face in his hands, exasperation getting the better of him, though it could have just as easily have been Dursk's emotions making him feel that way.

I am not dumb. Dursk grumbled, planting himself infront of the door and staring down his handler. If there are not twelve, I will see there are not twelve. The blue snorted and looked away, tail slapping the ground and giving away his irritation. "They're not even all yours," Durran muttered as he got his boots on, knowing it didn't make a difference. They were all in there together, and he had been visiting them all the while, the loathsome little lurker, Durran added bitterly to his thought. He stood and looked upon his anxious wher, hands on his hips. Durran sighed and knelt down, opening his arms. "C'mere!" He said, smiling at the big, dumb blue as he waddled over and headbutted into his shoulder. "Everything will be ok, but you have to stay here." He hugged Dursk tightly. Dursk consented with a rumbling purr and curled up in the corner to sulk until the hatching was over.

Now that his wher was not in emotional distress, Durran made his way to the clutch. The buckets had already been filled when he arrived. He nodded to Jerund, smiling widely until he noted the club half-hidden behind his back. A shaffit job for anyone to have; he was always possessed to attempt to stop it whenever the issue came up. Durran couldn't watch a baby of any kind get clubbed. It was barbaric.

Durran made his way over to Hama, greeting Hesk along the way. "My fair green lady," he bowed to the last wher in the room, then turned to Hama. "Not long now, eh?" As he looked around, he saw most of the eggs were moving already. There might not be a single dud among them! That was one anxiety quelled for now. Durran's smile was renewed. He tried to keep in mind that he should make note who hatched from Dursk and Hesk's eggs; they would be a ridiculous bunch, to be sure, if they took after their parents at all. Durran knew this was not the case, but picturing a small herd of mini Hesks and Dursks was hilarious. He kept looking between Hama, the door, and the eggs; he was too excited to focus on anything anymore!

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Tarenthia - tag; Open

Eggs hatching!

Tarenthia awoke with a gasp. Hatching! First thing in the morn-- er, evening! She hoped up out of bed. "Hatching!" She grabbed a shirt and pulled it over her tangled blond hair. "Hatching, hatching!" Thia clumsily stuffed her feet into boots, not bothering to tie her laces. No matter how many wher hatching she had been to, she always got overly excited to the point of being totally flustered. Thia ran out her door and immediately tripped over her own laces, sending herself plummeting to the stone floor. Instinctively, she threw her hands out in front of her. They took the brunt of the damage, resulting in a minor scrape on each hand. She sat on the cold stone floor and tied her boots, tears building in her eyes. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." She muttered, brushing away the tears hurriedly. Thia hopped up again and took a deep breath. "Calm, easy, ok, let's go." She breathed quickly, not feeling calm whatsoever.

Tarenthia rushed to the Sands and positively squealed when she saw the twelve eggs wiggling. She gave a little wiggle herself, grinning from ear to ear. "Hatching, hatching!" She bounced over to the others who had gathered already. Thia hadn't spotted Jerund's club, but she had been to enough to know what might happen. She hated it and wished she could do something, but she was frozen with fear each time it occurred. Thia was not one to go against the higher-ups in any case. She remained blissful, until she was given a reason not to be.

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Olimar - tag; Open

Olimar had not been asleep for very long when the announcement entered his mind. He had still been having trouble adjusting to the sleep schedule he had to adopt. Sleep had eluded him until only a few candlemarks ago, so he was not the most bright-eyed and bushy-tailed candidate this morning. His eyes felt sore as he opened them in his unfamiliar room. His brain was still telling him he should be smelling the sea from his room; it was alarming most of the time to wake up to something so unknown. This was what he wanted, though. He wanted a change in his life. Olimar wanted to be more than someone who helped to build a ship that someone else used for great adventures. He wanted to see more of the world, he wanted to help protect Pern, he wanted to make a difference. This could be the day that his dreams would be realized. With a wher at his side, he would be able to do so much more than before. He could save lives and be important to Pern! That was a worthy and noble pursuit in life, to him at least. Olimar put on a clean, fresh white tunic with some tan trousers. He donned brown boots and a brown belt and took a few moments to steady his breath before stepping out of his room.

Olimar saw a couple candidates heading down the corridor to the sands. He followed in behind them. A few people were giving Jerund looks, Olimar could see why. He had heard that there could be cullings at wher hatchings, but the thought made him uncomfortable. Could a green wher not work and help as much as another? Would having too many wher eggs really be a problem? Couldn't they sell them or trade them or simply find more candidates? Too many questions poured into his head. There was nothing he could do now, but he wasn't sure he would be able to stand by if that man raised a club against a wher.

Olimar turned his attention on the eggs before him. A dozen healthy, wiggling little babies were within the shells of those wee living stones. They were a marvel; a wonder. He had never seen wher eggs before. They were very unlike firelizard eggs. Olimar supposed an ugly brute coming from an ugly egg made sense! He smiled, admiring the green wher who lingered in the room still. They really weren't as ugly as everyone said. A bit wrinkly and usually drooling, but they were sweet and loyal. Their love for their handlers was as real as a dragon's love for it's rider. They weren't inferior, just different. Olimar hoped there would be a wher among the dozen that would choose him as his companion for life.
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P'ri, rider of Blue Myosoth
V'lan, weyrling to Grey Zeyanalth & River
Fera, weyrling to Green Olimiath & Gem
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Only having roused a short time ago, Sijard hadn't even eaten before little Hamask had sent out her call. As all wher speech it confused her for a moment, but catching the meaning didn't take long. She wanted to damn well gallop back to her room in anticipation but she thought 'Patience, they must still have a short time left' and settled for a brisk walk. Baichros' bond, who she had been playing with and still would be playing with if not for the hatching's timing, was awash with urgency and even a little anxiety, chittering his confusion to Sijard.

She hurried to change into baggy clothing that she wouldn't lament if covered in sticky wherling residue and blood oats, all the while murmuring to her little flitter. What should she do? Should he stay in her quarters, out of the way? He was only a baby but she didn't want him pissing off any whers that may hang around for the event. As she began lacing up old boots she hemmed and hawed before trying her luck.

"Hey, kid. Baichros. Would you do me a favour, hmm?"

From his position on the cot he tried to launch himself into the air, intent of fluttering around until he alighted on the candidate's shoulder, but she blocked his trajectory with a single finger. "You need ta stay here for a little while, can I trust you with that?"

The little blue blinked. Sijard sighed. "Stay? Stay here. Sleep in my nice warm furs, yeah?"

Suddenly, now that furs were in the picture, she no longer needed to convince him. Off he bounded from the cot's edge to the warmest spot still lingering from when Sijard herself was sleeping. Good. She'd heard of firelizards attending wher hatchings before but even she did not want to mar this perfect day with some ridiculous mistake. With her little dilemma all smoothed over she continued to lace her boots and check her appearance in a bowl of water but was ready in no time.

All prepared. It was time she made an entrance. Again it took most of her will not to charge her way to the sands, but hurried herself nonetheless, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at all the people trickling in (was that a dragonrider?). Ah, well. Even if she hadn't bought that egg (she liked to think she bought it, even though only a few marks went towards it) she'd still want to see the wet and snarling new additions to Pern break shell, too. Hopefully today would be a good day.
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|      |---[AMBER] [DRAGONHEALER]---- R'SUL [OF] RAKYTH [*]
|      |---[SHALE] [WINGRIDER]---------- Y'LEN [OF] BERASATH
|      |---[MARBLE] [WINGTHIRD]-------- T'YOV [OF] SERELATH [*]
|      |---[MARBLE] [WINGRIDER]------- TAICIA [OF] BALFORTH [*]
|      |---[FLINT] [C. MASTER]----------- S'DRA [OF] ECHONOETH [*]
|      |---[COAL] [WINGRIDER]---------- ARRYN [OF] MAHARITH
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|       |---[STEEL] [PATROLLER]--------- SIJARD [OF] SIJASK [*]
|       |---[PEWTER] [WORKER]----- REIMHART [OF] REIMHASK [* - * - *]
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Avaia - Tag Dennai, Thia

Avaia was just lacing up her boots, getting ready to go wake Thia for their evening run when the words echoed through her head. She shot up so fast, she startled Apa who took to shrieking loudly as he flailed on the bed. The candidate's heart leapt into her throat and she whirled to scoop up the little blue, planting a kiss on his squawking head. "They're hatching, Apa! Stay here, please, and I promise I'll feed you until your sides burst after okay? Be good!" She set him, still crying, back on the bed and then dashed for the door.

The handlers quarters buzzed with activity and she followed others that had begun to drift into the sands. Her body hummed with excitement and it was all she could do to keep from grabbing the nearest person and hugging them in her enthusiasm. The sight of the wiggling eggs made her bounce on her feet, but she forced herself to calm down and move to stand with the other waiting candidates.

She ended up next to a man she didn't know, but she flashed him a huge smile anyway. "Hi, I'm Avaia isn't this so exciting?! I've never seen whers hatch before and I can't believe I'm really here," she chattered to Dennai, her hands fidgeting in her excitement. She looked over the others there, realizing she didn't actually recognize many, but then her gaze found a familiar face. The squeal did break free a little bit that time.

"Thia!" She grabbed Thia's arm, laughing in delight. "I can't believe it's time! This is more exciting than Apa's hatching, but don't tell him I said that!" She was positively overflowing with enthusiasm, but that didn't stop her from turning a smile back toward Dennai once more. After all, if they all impressed here, they would be training together and maybe even be in the same squad down the road. It was best to make friends now.
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Moved!

Move? No. More sleep...

Eggs hatching!

“Wait, what?!” Caim shot up, sending a slumbering Devil flying off the comfortable bed furs. Without paying much attention to his indignant Fire Lizard, the Wher Candidate clambered quickly out of bed and started dressing. “Won't be a Candidate much longer!” he practically sang while dancing into his slacks and tunic.

Devil had opened his wings and caught himself before hitting the ground. So the only thing that was hurt was his pride. He squawked at his bonded and when he received no attention he jumped back onto the bed and started tearing the furs with his claws and fabric.

“Hey, hey! Devil! Come on man, stop it!” Caim scolded the little blue from across the room while brushing his hair, but made no move to reprimand Devil.

Undetered, Devil continued to make a show of what he could do with his claws and teeth as he shredded Caim's pillow.

“Oh, shaffit! Bad! Bad boy! Leave it!” Caim charged the bed and shooed the fire lizard away. “You need to straighten out your act, little sir!” he called up at the ceiling beam where Devil had retreated to. “When I come back I'll have a baby with me and you will be nice, understand?”

Devil simply ruffled his wings and began picking at the fur between his claws, content to preen himself as if nothing had happened.

Shaking his head, Caim let well enough be and finished getting ready.

Finally, after convincing Devil to stay put, he headed for the Wher Hatching Sands.

By the time he arrived others were already assembled. He smiled at everyone as he strolled over to where the buckets of blood-porriage were. After collecting one of the foul-smelling pails he walked to where the eggs were clutched together. As he looked them over with admiration in his blue hues, he slowly realized he wasn't sure which one was his. Frowning, he looked around, wondering when further directions would be given. How typical for him to forget which egg was meant for him.

He stepped away from the eggs, not wanting to be in the way, and then caught sight of Sijard. “Hey!” he greeted, swinging his bucket as the walked over to the woman with whom he had sparred with. “Were you selected for an egg too?” He was grinning broadly as he halted next to Sijard. “We are so lucky! I can't wait to meet my partner!”
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The first egg to begin rocking had been Kisaze's, and by the time all the candidates were into the room and settled, the cracked shell was already beginning to crumble. Tiny claws were quick to exploit this weakness, and with a little more tearing and the pushing of stubby limbs, the shell split wide open to reveal Vaioa's newest wherling scrambling to his feet. The brown stood with his lumpy head held high, his bulging eyes bright, and gazed at his surroundings with obvious interest. Even though Kisaze was right in front of him, he briefly ignored him to get a good look at some of the other candidates, as well as the misshapen shells they guarded.

But in the end, Kisaze was still closest. The brown, who was a burnt umber with reddish markings on his underside and wingsails, swiveled his head about to focus on the gangly boy. Then he saw the bucket. He stepped forward, nostrils flaring as he sniffed. Then, catching the heavy scent of blood, the brown emitted a loud wark and waddled forward.

Fooooooooood! he cried, butting his head against the side of the bucket, causing some of the slop it contained to slosh over the edge. The brown pawed at Kisaze, then wheeled and scrabbled at the sides of the bucket. Finally, he reared up and draped himself over the side--he was plenty large enough to do so. He would likely be a large adult as well, fortunate considering the unusual height of his new handler.

Ki-sa-zesk eat food! the brown said, carefully pronouncing each syllable, before he shoved his face into the mush and began gorging.

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