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 Now? Orrrrr now? Nah! But NOW!, Mafia Hatching Thread. Open.
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 Posted: Mar 30 2018, 05:03 PM
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OOC; soo, while mostly for mafia people. This isn't a fully closed or secret event either. So, if you want them to be, there's a chance that people from the Weyr or elsewhere can be present here too.

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Day 5, Month 5, 2268.

As the morning came, Tekkith was in a rare irritable mood, even if it was a mild one. Much because that several times through the night, she'd been waken by eggs rocking as if they were about to hatch. Along with the typical increase in a wordless sort of 'chatter' among the inhabitants of the eggs. That was often the precursor to the Hatching being very soon. Every time though, it had became quiet again after a while.

Still, there'd been little sleep, certainly not really enough. So it might have been a slight hint of orange and yellow in the whirling of the large queen's eyes as she returned to the makeshift Sands. Having had some food, and water, it had helped on her mood. Still, as long as it was since she had had eggs that were her own. Tekkith was rather certain that hers had been better behaved...
After moving around the clutch, and checking each egg though. She finally decided that it was no false this time, at last. So she lifted her head high, deciding that it was best to make the announcement.

The eggs are Hatching. If you would all please come and be here for them?

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Egg number One-- Mutation soldier Hathaesshjath Impressed to Aezhesh.
Egg number Two-- Soldier Vilsaasith Impressed to adoptable.
Egg number Three-- Soldier Lenverrefth Impressed to adoptable.
Egg number Four--Scout Yaverrseth Impressed to adoptable.
Egg number Five-- Officer Cerivanssteth Impressed to adoptable.
Egg number Six--Mutation soldier Arraseth Impressed to adoptable.
Egg number Seven-- Sunset soldier Location unknown.
Egg number Eight-- Knight Eungeselth Impressed to Bristal.
Egg number Nine-- Soldier Aviarranneth Impressed to adoptable.
Egg number Ten-- Scout Bearjenneth Location unknown, Impressed to Alleriar.
Egg number Eleven-- Knight Mearaarerth Impressed to adoptable.

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((May edit post when I have woken up more.))

She had no intention of Impressing, but it was Frog River Hold's first (and possibly only) hatching, thanks to Irimakth. Aezhesh wasn't happy to go, of course, but then again, she was rarely happy. If she Impressed, her dragon would be doomed, as she was--as everyone who ever cared about her was. Until she got this curse removed, she would bring doom and destruction upon all that she met. A dragon would be no exception.

Still, Aezhesh felt she should witness the hatching, even if no dragon in their right mind would choose her--and she didn't want to Impress, anyways. So, she filed in, making her way to the makeshift sands, and bowed her head to Tekkith. The infertile queen was an interesting member of the Hale Family, but Aezhesh didn't know her well. She kept tabs on many, of course, but she kept her distance, lest she bring...doom and destruction upon all that she met. Again. Overarching theme, here.

Still...perhaps part of her wished for a life companion. A foolish part of her, of course. A'hera and his pets were only immune do to his talent--a dragon would forever be in danger. Perhaps said dragon would be considered a part of her, and wouldn't actually die, but she doubted that would be the case. Either way, bad luck--to an extreme--would plague both of them. It was a foolish wish. She shouldn't have been caught up in whimsy and dreams, though. She shook her head, dislodging it from her mind.

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Skua and Atrynath

Skua might have been..unsure about attending the Hatching. But at the same time, he couldn't deny Atrynath getting to be there for it. Since where the officer dragonet's egg had come from, and who might have clutched it, wasn't something they knew. These would be as close to siblings as Atrynath would ever have, after all.

So they came walking onto the Sands not long after Aezhesh had gotten there. Skua might have nodded to the woman, but he didn't go close to where she was standing. Not long after that, shaking his head to Atrynath, as the dragonet looked at her for a moment, then over at him. They'd been over this once before, probably. No, the woman didn't deserve what she had gotten stuck with. But they weren't going to risk death by getting close to her. Okay, so physical proximity wasn't what Skua meant, but any friendship was definitely a no.

Atrynath's head sunk down a bit. While understanding that of-course, he still didn't have to like it. But he followed Skua over to another part of the -sort of- 'stands' that'd been set up.

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Csianraa and Irimakth

So, they had made no promises, and accepted no obligation, to remain at Frog River for the entire duration of this Hatching. Still, Irimakth had had an interest in seeing just how the people here handled the hatching of the eggs she'd traded to them. So Irimakth and Csianraa made sure to arrive early, soon after Tekkith had let it be known that the eggs were ready. And of-course she claimed one of the better spots in the place. Making herself comfortable, and Csianraa sitting between her shoulder, Irimakth gave a greeting to the other dragon who'd watched her eggs.


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Gethen

As a general rule, Gethen's travels took him all over Pern with no particular pattern. He rarely lingered in one place for longer than a few days, because any longer than a few days made it extremely difficult to control people who remembered his presence, and for somebody in Gethen's line of work that was vital. He had a network of contacts who knew him and a handful of well-established personas, but for the most part Gethen relied on being in and out of places often enough that he could keep things discreet. It was one of these contacts that brought him to Frog River Hold on the day of the hatching, following up on the information that they thought absolutely vital for one of Lady Murrien's agents to know.

Rumours of Irimakth's offering to Frog River had filtered through certain connections and he was curious to find out for himself. Sure, Gethen could have sent Chrysothly directly to Csianraa to ask but where was the fun in that?

Irimakth and Csianraa might be wanderers but they were tied to Firepeaks Hold by blood and sometimes that meant sending a spy to keep tabs on the King's offspring, especially when they found their way to a place like Frog River. That Lady Murrien did not know about this particular mission was beside the point. She would undoubtedly be curious to hear firsthand about the clutch, and if that meant that Gethen dawdled at Frog River for a few days until the Hatching to poke at his contact for other news, so much the better. He did like multitasking.

It took only a matter of moments after his arrival to confirm that yes, King Irimakth had traded part of a clutch of eggs to Frog River's residents and yes, it was due to hatch imminently. It took even less time to confirm that no, Irimakth and her rider were not currently in residence so Gethen settled in to deal with the other part of his business with only a minor pang of disappointment.

He had scarcely been there more than a few hours when the call went out. Gethen abandoned everything at once to make his way down to the makeshift hatching sands where Tekkith held court, along with what felt like everybody else in the Hold. Chrysothly was nowhere to be seen, but a strikingly similar bright firelizard perched on his shoulder as Gethen bowed to the presiding Queen with a sunny smile. "May the hatching be fair, Lady Tekkith. It's an honour to get to see this clutch." Then he picked his way over the seats into a spot where he could watch both the eggs and the door. Netheg-Mu made a passable imitation of a hatching hum, tail twitching against his bondmate's neck. ::Interesting.::

Among the few watching dragons, Gethen spotted the focus of Netheg-Mu's attention almost immediately--a familiar bright red hide drew his eye, and he resisted the urge to look for her rider with effort. Chrysothly had no such hesitation. The firelizard appeared from Between next to Csianraa with a gleeful chitter of recognition and dove at his arm with outstretched talons, heedless of Irimakth below. Wasn't Csianraa so happy to see him?

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While candidates, people, and others showed up, as many as possible cramming themselves into the place until Tekkith made clear that it was enough now. No more. Most of the space available had to be open for hatchlings to move around in. The eggs alternated between rocking, being still, or in the case of one, getting out of its hollow and rolling around a bit.

Finally though, unmistakeable signs of hatching/cracking open, started to show on several of the eggs. Until..

With very determined effort, one hatchling managed to split her egg nearly into two halves. And as she flopped onto the sand, it became rather clear that she was huge. Most about her construction in general also telling that she was a mutation. Pretty impressive still though, with horn-like headknobs, and a spiny frill going down her neck. Claws digging into the sands, she heaved herself to her feet, surveying those present.

Not so far away, another, and much smaller egg. Released its occupant too. Though also a soldier, this one was much more of a normal size. This one being rather lean, with a hide that was even darker than the first one's. Mainly a blood red in color, but with other markings too. The peacock blue of her belly being the most noticeable of those.

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Bristal frowned at the stones in his hand.

Bristal's omen stones had been misbehaving. Or malfunctioning. He'd been able to do readings for other people normally since coming to Frog River, but recently, he'd decided to try to do a reading on himself, and it just wasn't coming up right. He'd never seen such an odd combination of stones before. And it kept recurring, no matter what he did. Strange, colorful shapes flitted in the corners of his awareness, but he ignored them. It was the gilrosen, that's all. He hadn't had much yet today, as his stash was getting low, but he'd been unable to resist a nip at it. Just a sip. His flask, still reassuringly half-full, hung at his belt. As he thought, Bristal absentmindedly took another little sip of the rosy-golden mixture with its sweetly bitter tang.

Bristal was sure he wasn't making any mistakes. He'd tried over and over. By now, the Talentless adept had lost track of how many times he'd followed the ritual he'd been taught by luckier, Talented mages back at the Crafthall. First, he cleansed the stones with water, then hemp-flower smoke (his head was buzzing with dual intoxication from all the hits he'd had to take; it was a lucky thing his Craft required frequent use of hemp-flower so he had some tolerance to it), then the clean, pure breath of his own lungs. This rinsed past energies and Patterns off the stones, charged them with new energies, then set them with the Patterns he'd designed in his mind - namely, his intentions and desires, the person or place or topic he wanted information about. Then he'd shaken their holding bag thoroughly, rolling it in his hands to ensure that the stones were thoroughly mixed up. Finally, you closed your eyes and felt around in the bag at random until you had the correct number of stones grasped in your palm. (Some drawing-patterns required more than one draw, since nine stones don't fit in a human's hand all at once - at least, not Bristal's, but he tended to favor the patterns that required three-stone draws, which he could do in one go.)

Time after time, all day yesterday, Bristal had drawn the same three stones with regard to himself and his reason for being at Frog River. No one had told him why he was supposed to be there - the Hale family had simply required him to report to their smallhold, and he'd done so. Bristal knew better than to refuse the 'invitation'. So here he was. He'd been there for days, though, without anyone telling him why he was there or giving him a task. So he'd gotten curious yesterday and done a reading. Then another one, when the results of the first reading seemed to make no sense... only he got the same results a second time.

When the third draw again pulled the same three stones in the same order, Bristal got frustrated. A few more tries produced no different conclusion. He'd given up for the day after a while.

This morning, he'd tried again. And he'd be lost between if it wasn't the same sharding set of stones in the same sharding order.

Bristal ran his thumb over the smooth, magically 'painted' stones in his hand. The Fire Lizard Clutch - something was happening soon, and it was good. The Lion's Pawprint - something was happening soon, and it was bad. The Dragon's Egg - ambiguity. Unknown. The stone-reading version of "future hazy, try again later", like you saw on those silly toys made by some Smith-mages for children.

The adept was an experienced omen reader, but this one stumped him. Was something going to happen, or not? Maybe it was something possible but not guaranteed? Were there two events - one good, one bad - or a single event of ambiguous nature? Bristal had never seen anything like this before as a stone-reader. Not this kind of repetition in readings - repetition did happen sometimes, but not for over a day on the same subject - nor this specific combination of stones. It was bizarre, laden with meaning yet rendered meaningless by ambiguity.

Bristal was frustrated. He didn't know what to do. And he didn't like this at all. Anxiety roiled in his gut. What could the stones mean?

As he held the stones, staring down at them (ignoring the little ripples and distortions in his vision from the combination of gilrosen and hemp-flower), he felt a tele-empathic ripple that seemed to weirdly echo the visuals he was experiencing. Something about eggs hatching?

Oh, right. The clutch. The Family had gotten hold of some dragon eggs laid by a Weyrless mutant King. Bristal wasn't sure that was the best idea, but then again, Weyrless dragons did happen from time to time. Still, he wondered how the Family planned to support a set of dragons. Or keep them, for that matter. Surely, they must have --

Even as the word "Candidates" began to cross his mind, someone knocked heavily on Bristal's door. It was a polite knock, yet firm enough to communicate that Bristal had -better- open up. Immediately.

Bristal was too dark-complexioned to truly "go pale", but he paled as much as he was able to.

Oh, no.

Within minutes, a dazed and disoriented Bristal found himself pulled into what he vaguely thought must be an approximation of Candidate's robes and marched out to the place where the eggs were kept. The place filled up rapidly around him, and all too quickly things started to happen.

Unsurprisingly, one of the first eggs to crack was a mutant. Bristal wondered if mutant dragons always laid mutant eggs. It was a weird, disconnected thought. The young mage was having trouble accepting what had just happened to him.

On the other hand, he supposed he knew what the stones had been trying to tell him now...

The Dragon's Egg indeed.

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Nemo and Tekkith

While there were many that anything in the way of politeness could be expected from, especially among the lower ranks. Tekkith didn't really bother with correcting those who didn't, but certainly returned it when someone were.

Aezhesh. Good to see you here. And she meant it, of-course. Maybe friendship was an impossibility, but that didn't mean that she had any right to be rude. She also nodded her head in the direction of the young woman, watching her for a moment longer before another voice called on her attention.

This one(Gethen) she didn't really know, but she decided that if he was here, no-one had had a reason to keep him out. Honor may be a huge word, but I agree with that it's an important occasion, she said in amusement. Enjoy yourself. Don't get in the way of any hatchling unless it seems to be aiming for you without any intention to injure.

More people still, arrived. And her attention turned away from Gethen as well. Though she did glance over towards where her rider was walking among the official candidates.

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Nemo recognized a nervous face when she saw one. So as she stayed with the candidates on the Sands, keeping an eye on what the eggs and any hatchlings were doing of-course. She paused by Bristal. "Can I get you some water? Anything else to drink?" By the looks of him, he had been aware of exactly why he'd been asked to come to Frog River for a bit now. And while she couldn't offer him a way out, naturally. At least she could give a very small kindness like the one she just had.

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This early, not much had happened to catch Irimakth's attention. So, she appeared plenty relaxed, even if watching and listening for anything interesting of-course. It's just be disappointing if nothing caught her ear in a place like this.

Meanwhile, Csianraa was paying more attention outwardly. So he almost went and slid off of Irimakth as a automatic reaction, though catching himself before he acctually did. Much thanks to Irimakth, who had known which firelizard was suddenly appearing, before his brain caught up with it.

"Jumping in like that, when I'm not paying attention," Csianraa said, definitely grinning though. Offering Chrysothly half a meatroll a moment later. Because what sort of person would he be if not having a snack ready for any time the firelizard came by. And well, what he wore, that should have an arm sturdy enough to at least withstand firelizard claws somewhat.

"Where's our other friend at?"

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Gethen

Gethen bowed his head to Tekkith gravely. "It's not often a Hold gets to host a dragon hatching," he said, and meant it. "One for the records. I would say that honour isn't too big a word when one gets to be present for history." Plenty of parties would be interested to hear about the results of this day, and he intended to pay close attention to who else showed up today. He had never had cause to use his Talent on a Queen dragon and, given their own mental abilities thought the odds of its success unlikely, but he hoped to never find out.

As a result, keeping on Tekkith's good side seemed advisable, and that meant drawing as little attention to himself while he was here as possible. Addressing her directly probably had not been the most strategic move to that end, but leaving a good impression and a potential new connection seldom hurt. Certainly it was more useful than trying to reach out to the clutch's actual layer, ensconced on her perch above the makeshift Sands.

"I promise to give your...ah...adoptive children the space and respect they deserve." He smiled slightly and suited action to words, drawing another step away from the hatching area where the eggs were moving with vigor. "I am not here to interfere." The eggs moved with vigor now, cracks spreading across their bright shells, and he watched with interest as the first egg split neatly in two. He could hardly resist leaning closer to get a better look at the hatchling, with her distinctive spiny frill, as she shook off the remnants of her shell. However, Gethen took Tekkith's warning to heart--he was not here as a Candidate, simply an observer, and he did not go closer so that the Frog River Candidates could have as much space as possible.

Chrysothly, meanwhile, latched onto Csianraa's arm and clung there awkwardly as his new perch just about slid off his dragon's back. He chittered, half chastisement and half surprise, talons tightening on his tunic to keep himself from losing grip until Csianraa caught himself. What a bad perch, moving like that! It was most certainly not Chrysothly's fault that he had not been expecting a firelizard to assault his arm.

It took only a few seconds for him to settle down, flexing his grip, to chatter smugly at Csianraa in response. He projected an air of wounded innocence with a hint of mischief and a word that should not be repeated in polite society. It was anybody's guess where he had picked that up. But he accepted the meatroll with a happy hum, gobbling it down before anybody else could snatch it away. Csianraa's question received only a tilt of the head an rapid blink, the shades of his eyes shifting through green-blue, with an image of a firelizard who might have been Chrysothly himself on a brown-clad shoulder, or might have been a very close copy, but no helpful details.

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Snorting loudly, the large soldier shook herself. Getting rid of some eggshell, sand and such, even if it didn't help on removing all of-course. And as if that had been the movement to cause it, the blue or aqua parts of her frill, some of her tail, and some of her left leg took on a sort of glow. Eyes whirling mainly green, but definitely some of it a definitely yellowish shade of that color. She started moving. Not being outright aggressive certainly, but she didn't seem to have much of a bother with invading personal space.

Nudging a candidate there, shoving past Bristal and some others there, if they weren't quick enough to move. None here, she finally said, rather dryly, if anything. Turning her back to the usual offerings, who were the regular candidates, she eyes the spectarors. Rumbling, she moved for them instead.

With a undoubtely thoughtful look on her face, the smaller soldier had been watching her sister. Though she seemed more fascinated wtih that the bigger hatchling could partially glow, than the idea of heading for the 'Stands'. Even if she did follow. Quicker and smaller, she got there first though, ducking in between the spectators to weave among them, searching..

As that happened, three more eggs hatched almost at once back where the clutch had been placed. First was a dainty soldier that more or less rolled out from the ruins of her egg.

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Next came a scout, that in spite of being tiny, had a clearly stout build. Curling up a bit, she watched her new surroundings with seemingly unworried curiosity. Before getting to her feet and moving, no time to waste!

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Finally, an officer appeared, a very blue one. Even if he was a rather tiny one, and would likely never be among the physically impressive. He had dignity though, trying to get himself out of the remains of his egg as neatly as possible, and stand up.

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Aezhesh nodded to Tekkith. "It is good to be here," she replied, though her voice remained a dull monotone. She was not particularly glad to be here, as she was worried she would cause this hatching to go poorly. But...she wanted to be here, nonetheless.

The woman watched as a large, strange-looking dragon spilled onto the sands, deeply colored and solidly built. Horns, a spiny frill, and a bipedal build. Strange, but intriguing. Another soldier released herself onto the sands, indicating that the hatching was starting in earnest.

She didn't speak to anyone, and kept her thoughts to herself, though she did give a slight grimace as a strange thread of hope flashed through her. She couldn't Impress--but part of her wanted to. She'd be dragonless within the week, certainly, if she did, and no hatchling deserved to die...yet...there was still hope, wasn't there? She watched the patterns of the world, seeing a few threads of possible Impressions, possible actions, possibilities.

None of it seemed particularly bad, but the bad often had a tendency to sneak up on her.

The first soldier started to glow, in areas, causing Aezhesh to raise an eyebrow. Interesting. A relatively useless talent--mutation?--but interesting, nonetheless. She hadn't expected that. Then again, wasn't the clutchfather capable of the same? She analyzed the possibilities, coming to new conclusions.

Aezhesh eyed the soldier with reluctant curiosity, as the creature brushed and shoved her way through the candidates. The dragon didn't seem to be causing harm, but Aezhesh shifted away from her, regardless. She was bad luck. She didn't want to be injured--nor, though, did she want the others to be. The smaller soldier followed, and Aezhesh was distracted by keeping an eye on them, until the patterns shifted slightly, and she became aware of more hatchlings.

She turned to look at the soldier, scout, and officer. Interesting.

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A few minutes might have gone by, before Tekkith turned her attention back to Gethen. She did have many others to speak with, after all. Though neither was she going to completely ignore someone.

We were glad to be able to help tracking down bandits, and take back something they should now have. Of-course, she was not mentioning anything about what they had helped with returning were the riders of dragons. Better to keep it quiet, especially considering that one of them had been a queen's rider of Plateau. We remain thankful that in return, Irimakth allowed us to host some of her clutch. And for us to present our own candidates. That much she would say, but she would of-course not allow herself to give more details.

Looking over the crowd, at where she was quite sure Gethen was standing, the queen's eyes whirled with blues and greens. We will give them the best we can, naturally. Even if some may choose to, or need to, go elsewhere. As much as we welcome them. Frog River isn't large. I'm not sure if we can house this many dragons once these young ones are grown. The humor in her voice was clear.

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"Sorry about that. Give me a moments warning next time, and I promise less almost falling?" Csianraa grinned, keeping his arm steady. And he could take the blame this time, as long as they had a deal with what he just said. Agreement would get Chrysothly the other half of that meatroll, that had somehow appeared in Csianraa's hand just then.

"Where did you pick up something like that? I'm shocked." Not that he was, really. For the rest though.. "Does that mean working, don't disturb. Or that you're hoping for more to give up that information?" Either way, Csianraa held his hand out, the half a meatroll being Chrysothly's of-course. It was just what the firelizard should do though, not just giving up where his person (and probably a certain blink cat) was, just like that.

"Let him know he's welcome to come over, if he can?"


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Certainly making sure to go around to every one of the candidates, and probably at least some of the spectators at the front too. The scout hatchling seemed to greet them all, she was certainly a fairly nice sort, this one. At last, she was done with that. But first, oh first, she had to check out some interesting things. Probably asking about clothes she liked, or interesting items that people had with them (she may also have licked a bracelet someone wore). So many interesting things..

Finally though, she came to a stop by a person at one end of the line(or crowd) of candidates. Standing up on her hind legs as much as she could, and said that her name was Yaverrseth. That way becoming the first of her siblings to Impress at Frog River.

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In the meantime, the blue hatchling was running into some trouble. As someone had stepped rather suddenly out from the spectators, trying to grab for a head-knob. Forcing the officer hatchling to rear back. Eyes whirling faster, with unhappy colors, as the same person kept crowding him. Why would the person DO that?! So rude and unpleasant!

Before anyone else could move to stop the idiot though. Something that looked more like a tunnel snake, than a dragonet, surged out from among the eggs. Still, it was probably most likely another hatchling. Just one having six legs, no wings, and a rather snake-like body. It was also mainly burgundy in color, with spots, and azure stripes along its spine. Ramming the idiot pestering her brother, she tried her best to sit on the person after he'd fallen on his ass. Hisssing into his face.

Such a moron, right?

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In the meantime, the mutation hatchling was still on the move. Though occasionally she stopped, looking and thinking, even if not seeming much interested in what her siblings were doing. Finally though, she sort of hovered at the edge of the spectators and the Sands.

Decisions..decisions... But oh, it could be so interesting...

Aezhesh, why don't you come over here? She paused, almost seeming to take on a look of fierce amusement. or do you have the nerve to say no, or something?

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All this going on, one more egg hatched. This hatchling seemed to be a soldier, arching her neck while looking around.

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~PRIMARY and SECONDARY BONDS~

Impressed to: adoptable

Name: Yaverrseth
Species: dragon
Caste: scout
Rank: weyrling
Fertility: n/a
Hex Code:
Talented? Y/N no
Skill? Y/N
Talent/Skill information:

Appearance: Yaverrseth is on the lower edge of mid-sized for a scout, which naturally makes her small for any other caste of dragon, and will reach a grand 15 ft from nose to the base of her tail. With the tail accounting for several more feet. She's surprisingly stout for a scout, despite her lack of size otherwise, and besides her lack of size she could almost be mistaken for a completely average dragon, perhaps a very small soldier. She is well-proportioned, with solid limbs that give her a good grounding even if she is quite awkward in motion on the ground, and a tail that is a touch on the shorter side. Her head is well balanced with the rest of her, neither too broad nor too narrow, if perhaps a bit on the pointy side in the face. Her eyeridges are prominent, almost wher-like, but there is no mistaking her for a hybrid. Her hide is primarily a soft pink dappled with patches purple and sky blue. A patch of yellow marks her left forelimb and freckles her snout. Her carcuncle is a lump of jade, found just over the wrist of her right 'hand'. (By Caro)


Personality: Wants to do all-the-things, often as much as possible at once. So tends to be rather disorganized, this also bleeding over into her surroundings. Somehow still manages to still know exactly where everything is if asked, but can't really tell how she knows. She just does. Will always want to have a lot of pouches, etc, so she can carry as much as possible of her current projects along with her wherever she goes. May not like being told that she's creating a whole lot of mess though, and it might cause her not to like anyone pointing it out so much. Can hold milder grudges. Rather social, likes people, and loves talking with anyone she finds interesting. Often as in people who acctually live interesting and unusual lives in some ways. With time, she may also develop a habit of shaking hands with someone as the right way to greet anyone, whether a human, or other. Fortunately she's small enough to do it without too much awkwardness. Charming, and usually rather cheerful(though not in a over the top way), with a good mood that can infect also those who she's around. Loves change and new things, not at all thriving if someone tries to push her into a routine life, or repeating things a lot to learn them.

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~PRIMARY and SECONDARY BONDS~

Impressed to: Aezhesh

Name: Hathaesshjath
Species: dragon.
Caste: soldier(mutation)
Rank: weyrling.
Fertility: probably no?
Hex Code:
Talented? Y/N yes
Skill? Y/N
Talent/Skill information: While she finds her chosen's curse interesting, in a way. Risk like that spices life up so much, in her oppinion. However, having her talent be what it is, that is also useful. Basically, Hathaesshjath's talent takes the edge off of any misfortune coming her way from Aezhesh's curse. So, maybe it won't all prevent her from having bad luck and so on, bad things can still happen to her. Like a broken leg and such. However, the talent works well enough to very likely prevent Hathaesshjath from dying from anything caused by the curse. Hathaesshjath can only use it to keep herself sort of safe, no-one else.


Appearance: Hathaesshjath is a big girl, large for her caste and verging into the size range of a large knight dragon at solid 40 feet from nose to the base of her tail. She is well built and sturdy if perhaps a bit front-heavy, with a deep chest and wide shoulders that taper into a thickly muscled neck that broadens into her wings. Paired with those powerful shoulders, her huge wings give her a strong wingstroke that makes her a force to be reckoned with in the air. Her head is large compared to the rest of her, broad and angular, with headknobs that bear more resemblance to horns. While she is a robust figure of a soldier, the most distinctive thing about Hathaesshjath is the spiny frill down the back of her neck in place of scales, a vivid blue streaked with green. Her hide is a rich royal purple spattered along her front and belly that shifts to a ruddier shade. It is spattered with bronze along her haunches and streaked with the same shade along her wingsails, but this is overshadowed by the fact that the aqua patches of her hide and frill glow. Her carbuncle is a low, angular protrusion of raw turquoise on the joint of her right foreleg. (By Caro)


Personality: Clever, sly, manipulative, a good planner. With a patience that makes her rather good at laying down careful plans that can take a long time to reach the end result she desired. Ambitious, and may try to gather her own gang of loyal subjects. Pays attention to detail, will learn every inch of the layout of any place she stays at for more than a few days. Even more so for places where there may be something she wants to get her claws on. Whether for herself, or the Hale traders. Doesn't have much in the way of a temper, and will often laugh and sneer at those who does. May still go for removing an obstacle of-course, but usually in a more dispassionate 'ugh, don't get in my way', sort of way. Picky about who she care about, everyone else may be tools to be used, or just someone of no significance, and are therefore ignored. Very much secure about herself, and usually not concerned about anyone who might be a threat. It's amusing to her, and it keeps her on her toes, it might even be a fun challenge, so why would she get rid of them? Sees much else in life the same way. Occasionally, she may kill a person if she's sure she can get away with it, and they've become extremely dull. But it's not often that she does it. Anyone can kill a person, it's not hard, so why would she do that as a common thing? Will likely develop a habit of going on hunting expeditions sometimes, bringing any unusual and challening prey she catches, back to show to her rider. Or at least calling the rider to come and see, if what she's caught is too big to move. For example the likes of giant deepwater fish, and other strange critters. Because it (and the reactions of people) amuses her.

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By this point Gethen was not nearly as interested in the hatchlings, the ostensible reason for his presence at Frog River Hold, as he was in the adult dragons. His mind raced as he pieced through Tekkith's words--he had barely expected her to reply to him again, much less with such a tantalizing tidbit. Everybody knew that Frog River Hold had dragon eggs, and some people even knew enough to be aware of their Clutchmother. But what in the world had Csianraa and Irimakth been up to in his absence? Clearly something that they were grateful enough to a Hold of criminals to allow them to host half of a clutch?

Gethen risked a speculative glance towards Irimakth's bulk. I'm sure they must have been grateful indeed for your aid, to share their clutch, he said, shifting to the awkward mental speech that he sometimes used with Netheg-Mu. It did not come easily to him, even after Turns of working with Csianraa and Irimakth. Hopefully your Candidates Impress well and all the dragonets prosper here.

He filed this tidbit away, as much for future interrogation of a certain spy as for his Lady's reference. Of course, allowing a Hold to host the majority of her clutch could as easily be one of Irimakth's whims, with no deeper story, but now his curiousity was roused. Tekkith's voice drew him back, the corner of his mouth twitching in turn as he lifted his chin to meet her stare. True, I suppose a Hold is not well designed to support so many grown dragons. Also interesting. He mulled over the implications as he leaned back, stretching idly. Do you have any idea where they might go?

Things were happening on the Sands below, more eggs cracking and two of the hatchlings breaking for the assembled candidates. That seemed like a fair sign, even if one of the new babies did have a rather unusual build.

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Chrysothly whistled and shifted his weight on Csianraa's arm, still radiating smugness. He wasn't ashamed at all of what he had done--it would have been so funny to see him flailing down Irimakth's side. Rescues were well and good sometimes, but they were also too boring to be all-the-time things when the alternative involved things like this. However, that meatroll had been awfully good, and if he could get more...He hesitated, eyeing it from the corner of his gaze, then gave a resigned hum. Fine. He would maybe give Csianraa more warning next time.

But he wouldn't stop parroting funny words that made his bondmate make faces, especially if he used them in polite company. If Chrysothly had been a human he would have grinned, but as it was he trilled cheerfully at Csianraa, neither confirmation nor denial, and made himself more comfortable on his arm. His bondmate was here somewhere, that much he knew. Probably. At least last time Chrysothly saw him.

He stretched towards the offered meatroll, considered it, then snatched it from Csianraa's fingers. The sound he made as he gobbled it down was muffled, a possible assent or possible denail. He showed no signs of moving for the time being.

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The little scout Impressed first, after moving through the candidates with a cheerful demeanor. Aezhesh nodded her head when the little hatchling approached her in turn, but then she was off again. The little blue-colored officer, in the meantime, was being harassed by one of the spectators. It was no one Aezhesh knew properly, but she wouldn't get involved. However...it seemed like an attempt at a forced Impression. She reached her hand to the unfixed crysknife she wore by her side, but made no move to interfere. Why would she, when such an action would have poor consequences for the officer?

It was just as well, for a strangely mutated dragon--all legs, really, but long and serpentine--emerged, head-ramming the individual, and then sitting on them. Aezhesh was mildly amused, but her amusement was quickly replaced by her natural, somber personality. Death, despair, doom, and all that.

Then, suddenly, there was a voice in her mind--and a mind in her head. Aezhesh, why don't you come over here? Or do you have the nerve to say no, or something?

Aezhesh gave a soft gasp at the intensity of the bond. She slowly turned towards the dragonet, her face slightly less impassive than usual as a strange fight of wills occurred. The dragon asserted herself, and aggressively so, making her way into Aezhesh's mind, her bondnet, as if she owned the place. Aezhesh pushed back, pushed the mind out of such an enmeshed way of being. The mind pushed back. For a moment, there was a tug of war, a battle of wills, but after a strange moment, the dragon pulled back, letting the bond settle into something familiar and comfortable, rather than intrusive. Perfect.

Then, following that, there was a surge of love and affection, one that startled Aezhesh. Dangerous, wasn't it? Oh, I have my ways of avoiding that sort of 'doom,' Hathaesshjath purred into her mind. Don't worry, Aezhesh. We will have quite a bit of fun together. Even if the woman wouldn't bend utterly to the dragon's whim, but then again, where was the fun in that? She wanted a rider, not a minion. Well, she'd like a minion, too, just not for a rider.

Aezhesh shrugged. It didn't matter to her about her dragon's ambitions, but she'd rather stay hidden and unimportant. Manipulating from the shadows, if that was what Hathaesshjath wanted. Still, she couldn't pull the slight smile off of her face, as she headed over to her dragon.

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Bristal's face was the very picture of a fish out of water. He did fine with smallish, more or less domesticated animals, especially smart ones (like Poke, who wasn't really an animal at all when you got down to it, with his intellect) but he was a Holder boy. He'd never seen dragons of any sort so close before. These were -babies-?! They're enormous!

There was Lethaxo, he supposed - though Lethaxo was less a pet and more a Presence in his life that came and went as it pleased. And spent a lot of its time when present mocking him.

As if the thought had conjured the Fyx, Bristal became suddenly aware that Lethaxo was present somewhere nearby and watching. Where? Faranth only knew. The enormous black Fyx could move silently when he felt like it, but it was still hard to imagine how such a large beast could be hidden anywhere close enough to be observing the goings-on. Bristal supposed the fact that he was aware of it meant Lethaxo wanted him to know. There were many times that the big black Fyx had spied on "his" human without Bristal ever noticing. It was... disconcerting, to say the least, and Bristal had often had cause to feel grateful that the Fyx looked to him. He'd hate to have to face Lethaxo as an enemy. The very idea sent an involuntary shudder through Bristal (and he could hear the Fyx's mental laughter in response. Embarrassing, that.)

As an afterthought, while being marched by large, strong Family members to the Hatching area (not exactly a prisoner, yet clearly not allowed to choose not to attend), Bristal had ordered Poke the fire-lizard and his three wyverns not to follow him. He didn't know much about dragon hatchings, but like most Holders, he'd heard awful stories about what went on there. The ones on his mind were those involving flits snapped out of the air by angry, defensive clutchmothers. Wyverns were relatively new to Pernese society, of course, having been discovered during Bristal's lifetime, but he couldn't suppose that they would be any less at risk.

For his part, Poke wasn't that interested. He was busy with some new idea of his and was deep in the parts-collecting phase of his obsession. The autumnal-colored sapient flit had simply chirped at Bristal, wishing him a merry good luck (as if oblivious to the human's forced participation in the whole thing, or just not caring. Sarcasm wasn't in Poke's nature, usually, but he could certainly take an odd view of things at times.)

Ia'bri had protested strenuously, but Ia'talbir and Ia'talbris had forced the Scout to obey. In fear of its stronger cohorts, Ia'bri had yielded, though its howl of dismay still echoed forlornly in Bristal's ears as he stood with the other, er, Candidates. He could feel the wyvern's sadness and fear at being "left alone", and did his best to send comforting thoughts to the fragile Scout, but he couldn't spare much attention for that. Too much was happening around him.

And oh boy, were things happening. They were already happening fast. Someone approached and offered him water, but before Bristal got a chance to do more than fix the person with a wide-eyed "oh Faranth how did I get here" kind of expression, he (and several other people) were forced to duck out of the way of a barrelling hatchling. Bristal yelped, tripping over the edge of his own ersatz Candidate's robe, and ended up on his butt on the ground, but at least those wicked claws had missed him. Whew! (Meanwhile, more mental Fyx laughter, more humiliation. Now Bristal understood why Lethaxo had made a point of being present for this.)

Sitting on the ground, Bristal looked around himself rather ludicrously, eyes wide with anxiety. For the first time in Turns, he found himself wishing he were sober. Being intoxicated here and now was deeply unpleasant. If he'd had any inkling this was coming, he might still have smoked the hemp flower just to relax, but he wouldn't have touched the gilrosen. He swore up and down to himself that he wouldn't have. (Deep down, he knew he was lying to himself, but he ignored that grimly accurate part of his mind that refused to accept his own wherry-waste.)

Was that one hatchling glowing, or was it just him? Bristal wasn't certain. It looked real, but then, it seemed kind of outlandish. The hatchling also just plain looked unusual, but he was pretty sure that was real. It was probably a mutant. He'd heard of that It was said to be growing more common, especially at Plateau Weyr. Oh boy, was he out of his element. The adept hadn't felt so lost since the time he'd gotten himself literally lost and met Lethaxo. (He could feel the Fyx's warm, schadenfreude-laden appreciation of this memory and sighed.)

He felt like he ought to do something, anything, but what? Try to avoid the dragons? Try to attach one? How was the best way to survive this? He didn't want a dragon. Didn't want the responsibility. But he also didn't want to die. In his part of Pern, people told odd stories about the Weyrs sometimes. This wasn't a Weyr, but these were dragons, and surely dragons were dragons regardless of where they Hatched. One had already tried to run him down (or so he saw it, anyway). Maybe if one tried to take him and he resisted it would eat him. Maybe it'd be best to just... give in.

Sourly, Bristal realized he tended to do that a lot. That's why he was here, in this situation, in the first place. Confronted with the choice between not getting what he wanted but remaining a free man in charge of his own life, and accepting gilrosen from the Family, knowing that he was signing himself over to them in a way by doing so, he'd followed temptation instead of freedom. Giving in was always so much easier. He gritted his teeth and felt (petulantly, though he was unaware of it) angry with himself.

Yet as always, the same thought recurred. He might as well, because what choice did he really have? The alternative (as he imagined it) was worse.

So Bristal looked around again at all the hatchlings (more and more seemed to break free every moment; his sense of time was flaky at the moment for obvious reasons). Maybe he should -try- to Impress one? How did one even do that? Just as the idea crossed his mind, though, someone else reached out and put a hand on one of the hatchlings, only to be attacked by - by - Bristal blinked several times, trying to process what he was seeing. He was no longer certain he'd seen a real person touch a hatchling and be attacked at all. The attacker was so strange! It looked like a dragon had mated with a basilisk or a tunnelsnake in some impossible way and produced a hybrid spawn. After a few moments of squinting at the strangeness, he decided, reluctantly, that it seemed to be real.

This wasn't just any dragon clutch. There were creatures here to rival any he'd seen spawned from his gilrosen-fevered mind. How much of it was real and how much was gilrosen distortion he couldn't be certain, though. Normally, it was pretty easy to tell the hallucinations from the real world, but in all this chaos, who could be sure?

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