And lo, A Genesis Was Begun ((A Hatching))

[Memorie]

Tujal.

Mrpmph.

Tujal, wake up.

Mm-mm!

Tujal, they're hatching.

The brunette sat straight up in the bed and realized that she recognized the thrum of the humming that signified the beginning of a Hatching. By now, the bronzes would be off to get family and friends, and then they would bring the candidates in from the barracks. The ceremony would begin. The ceremony Tujal had been waiting for since the first day she Impressed. I'll be right there.

She looked down at her side for her man, but found him gone. Sweet thing, he must not have wanted to wake her so early. It was, after all, early morning, and she obviously would need some sleep. Weseaneth, pass my love on to your rider. Tell him to hurry back and come be with me, she said to the dragon. Silently, she blessed the ability to talk to any dragon she pleased.

Hurrying out of bed, she went to their wardrobe and picked out her finest crimson dress. It would be hot on the sands, but that didn't matter. She wanted to look her best. "Shoes, shoes!" After putting them on the wrong feet and having to switch them, she hurried to their bath room. She fumbled with the brush, and after dropping it three times, decided that finger-combing would be best. It worked. Finally, after she began to look presentable, she took a deep breath.

You need to calm down. I'm not that upset, her dragon told her. Tujal smiled; she was going a little crazy.

Tujal left the weyr and went to the hatching cavern, where eggs were beginning to wobble around. Amenth was being incredibly protective, but that was no matter for Tujal. "Move your silly self, Amenth. I need to see them." The gold obliged, and Tujal checked on the condition. Every egg was perfect, the striations and stress of hatching evident upon them. And every egg would contain a little dragonet. Tujal smiled...and then the guests were upon them.

[FireThorne]

It was the second hatching for candidate Kheron. The boy had been Searched from Monaco Bay by bronzerider F’dan for Sharieth’s hatching, but had not Impressed. Yet, the wrangler had learned much since then, and now felt far more prepared to take on a weyrling dragon. He was almost grateful he had stood alone that last Impression. Just like with cattle and runnerbeasts, if you got in over your head, it was nothing good. A green rider on a yearling runner....it was a recipe for disaster. No, the boy did not mind having been a candidate a bit longer.

However, now Kheron was ready. Pulling his white Impression robe on, the boy rushed from the barracks along with countless others as the candidates streamed into the hatching sands. Everyone was so tense with excitement, it reminded the wrangler forcibly of the first cattle drive of the turn. His long legs put him a bit ahead of the others, his long-legged stride eating away the distance. Excited and tense, but still calm as he had learned to be around easily-spooked cattle, Kheron came to a stand before the eggs, hit with a sudden awe of the great gold. She seemed protective of her eggs, but he knew it was just a mother’s way. Standing rigidly, he waited almost motionlessly for the eggs to begin hatching, amber eyes centered upon them intensely.

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A blonde girl hurried across the bowl with a bronze firelizard gliding above her excitedly, chittering and making dizzy circles as he flew. Adorned in a white robe, thin sandals upon her feet, Raelwyn felt her hair pull loose from her messy bun as she ran, feet thudding rhythmically against the floor of the bowl. Her early chores had her all the way across the weyr from the barracks, and so she had to rush to her bed to pull on her robe, then hurry to the sands. Cheeks slightly red and a bit flustered, the gold candidate slowed to a jog as she came into the cavern. The deep humming of dragons wrapped her up in it’s hypnotic song, and Rael closed her eyes and briefly stopped.

A hatching.

There was no gold egg, but that mattered not. She was to stand anyway. Green eyes once more opened, Rael slowed and walked among her fellow candidates, watching lovely Amenth and her eggs. It did not matter to the girl if she Impressed a green or gold, just as long as she had a precious dragonet to call her own. Even if the gold had not clutched a queen egg, she would stand. Sending Tydus back to her bed, knowing full well the small bronze would not be tolerated, Raelwyn looked about for some of her friends. Z’fan and Toya had Impressed, and she was not sure if Panna was standing, so who....?

Ah well, it was a small matter. Running her fingers through her messy, wavy blonde hair, the Fort-born stilled, standing among her fellow candidates. Rael then turned, looking through the crowd, wondering if she could spot....

[hrsegrl]

F'dan. The dragon voice was quiet at first but got louder as he had to repeat the man's name. Shards and Shells! Stop your shouting! What!??Amenth's clutch hatches. Thought you may want to attend.He said sardonically. All F'dan did was grumble and roll out of his very comfortable and expensive bed. The things he did for honor. Ugh, his head hurt. Teach him to drink that much wine so quickly. He needed it and now he was much better off.

After pulling on a decent pair of pants and a nice shirt he wet his hair, combed it and then proceeded to clean his teeth. After that was done he put his shoes on. Of course they were in need of some shining but that could wait. It took him a good deal longer to get to the Hatching ground than he had hoped. Once there, he sat down near some other Rankers but made no move to approach Tujal.

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Though many people were sleeping when the Hatching hum started, Telaro was not. He was already up working. Though he knew he had to go, he lingered a few moments. If he came back to this place later he would be different, with or without a dragon.

Telaro had been talked into standing. Too many people insisted it would be a good idea for him. He knew how unlikely it would be. Why he had gotten his hopes up, he didn't understand. There had been a point when he should have said no. That point was somewhere lost in his memory. White, the color often meant purity. HE didn't think a single person on the sands was thinking entirely pure thoughts. They all wanted and wanted...

Eggs. He'd seen this scene before. The mottled eggs near the Queen were ready to hatch. He couldn't help but feel this was just another dissapointment waiting to happen. A person could only take so much rejection before finding something to move on to.

[Memorie]

The first eggs cracked open, and the first dragonet onto the field was a bronze. The crowd oohed and ahhed; it was good luck for the first dragonet to be bronze. He was a sturdy thing, very light in color. Stumbling once or twice, he finally straightened and shook the embryonic fluids from his wings. Letting out a low moan, he went for the candidates. Kh'ron, feed me, he said, gurgling. Your Diesenth is very hungry. He would be a very vocal dragon, but still easy-going.

Two blues hatched next, impressing to now Y'ren and to Suria. The female impression was a bit of a crowd-shocker, but those who knew the girl were not surprised.

A good-sized brown hatched next, and Tujal smiled. So far, the color distribution was pretty good. A bronze, two blues, and now a brown. Amenth and Weseaneth had done themselves up proud. The brown approached the candidates warily, but quickly picked his out from the rest. Ar'yik, your Ornath is here. Feed me. Please. Cheers went up.

Next, two green, another bronze and another brown Impressed. They made wonderful choices, of course, as the dragonets almost always seemed to do, and Tujal was pleased.

And then two more greens, and and a brown.

After a short lull in the excitement, a good-sized blue broke out of a shell. He was that intense shade of blue that always catches the eye, and in his rainbow orbs, determination could be found. He quickly mumble-stumbled at the candidates and managed to take one down in the process. T'lar. T'lar, where are you? he demanded. Oh. There. Come feed your Irath. He locked eyes on with the candidate, and Tujal remembered the first time she had locked eyes with Amenth. Joy had suffused her, as it was no doubt doing Telaro--T'lar, she corrected herself sharply.

[hrsegrl]

Hatchings always seemed to start out slowly to Telaro. He was more used to watching them than actually standing. It was odd watching from this angle. Almost like the first time. He wasn't nervous, not like so many of the younger boys. The first dragon out, a Bronze, was well recieved by onlookers. He looked good from where Telaro was standing. At least there seemed to be a good number of eggs hatching in quick succession. That ought to cheer him a bit. Even if he didn't impress it would be over quickly.

He watched as several dragons found lifemates. The bonding was instantaneous. When there was a break in the speedy hatchings, Telaro wondered why they came in spurts? Maybe there was no real reason. Telaro decided not to let his mind wander any further. He looked out at the crowds a moment. There was a lot to be said for being the center of attention but he wasn't sure he liked this.

There was another dragonet on the sands now, he was blue. Strikingly so. Telaro watched him in appreciation of the beautiful coloring. He did after all have a weakness for beautiful things. Though he knew the blue was a bit clumsy he couldn't help but notice the direction he was headed in. Don't get your hopes up, He thought to himself, without realizing that was exactly what he was doing.

T'lar He looked around. What in the name of Faranth's Egg... T'lar where are you? This time the dark haired man walked closer to the fallen blue, noting only that the dragonet was upset and not that he had crushed a Candidate in the process. Oh. There. Come feed your Irath. In shock the man looked into the rainbow eyes of his comapnion and felt himself suddenly and amazingly the happiest man alive.

Alright then, hungry one. I know exactly where we are to go for food.It's Irath, not hungry one. T'lar laughed, shouting to the crowds the dragon's name. Expecting to hear the great sound of cheering and applause. It was a wonderful day. The greatest day ever. T'lar, previously known as Telaro, was now a dragonrider!

[Kahvi]

S'mael stood near the back. Out of view visually scanning to see what candidates were picked by what color dragonet. He mumbled the occasional"Hmmm... yes.. I would have expected that..." or "That looks like a good match." or even the rare "I'm surprised he wasn't chosen by a bronze..." The stern look never once left his face as he rubbed his chin. Analysing the dragons and the candidates they chose.

All the dragonets are healthy, so far. Not to mention a very good spread of colors. Several of them seem to be putting up quite the show for everyone.

You seem to say that with something held back. What is wrong, rider-mine?

From this point till after they finish weyrling training, they are Ilsen's duty now. This was quite the lively bunch after all. Ilsen will need all the luck he can get with some of them.

Sounds like you don't envy Ilsen at all.

Not one bit, dear Fenrath. Not one bit.
Still, something inside had him think that maybe one day Fenrath will be the one to catch a gold and bring forth a superb clutch like this.

[brimstone81]

Panthea had not stood like Rael had. She was with the other gold hopefuls in the stands. She had not really thought that she could change her mind and stand for anything else. Even as she sat in the stands she almost regretted it. She wanted to be out there with her best friend. If Rael impressed a dragon, she wanted to too. She wanted to go through training with her. She wanted to go through the same things as Rael. Panthea sighed and slouched in her seat. She was older than the babbling young gold hopefuls sitting with her. Panthea silently cheered Rael on, hoping her the best. Maybe the reason Panthea had clutched on to the idea of gold was that she was chasing after R'dir. But then maybe green would be better than nothing. Panthea sighed again, wishing she would have swallowed her pride and stood.

[LyricalBlue]

The bronze dragon stretched and blinked in the bright morning sun.
They are hatching. He tilted his large head to view better, his human far down the field. The Weyrlings were learning the first of the many thread fighting formations this morning and I'slen had started them before the sun had risen.They were in a large field east of the Weyr, pacing out the formations on the ground. The Weyrlingmaster glanced back at his bronze and nodded, then turned back to the class.
"Thats it for now, Amenth's clutch is hatching. Back to the Weyr, the lot of you."
In a somewhat ragged version of a basic Vee formation the class took off and went [/i]between[/i]. I'slen walked back to Weseaneth and thumped the bronze on his shoulder.
Lets get back, we don't want to be late.
He scrambled up and even before he was fully settled, Wes was standing and spreading his wings. His eyes whirled an excited green and catching the mood, I'slen grinned broadly. Their first clutch with Tujal/Amenth, the heady anticipation almost made him giddy.

Luckily by the time they had gotten back the Weyrlings had already scrambled into the huge hall. No one in the Weyr missed any Hatching if they could manage to make it. Wes touched down right outside the Cavern entrance and the pair made their way inside with a strange mix of hurried dignity. The bronzerider shot a longing look towards Tujal but made his way over to the buckets where already youngsters were starting to gather with their brand new partners. He couldn't help but flush with pride at the health of the clutch and Weseaneth it seemed had sucked in enough air that his chest would surely pop.

A bronze had been first! A bronze! Both rider and dragon alike grinned like fools, well in Wes's case it was as close to a grin as a dragon could manage. Which really looked like some kind of foolish baring of teeth. I'slen coughed and shook his head as the first of the clutch made its way over to the buckets.
"Don't let them rush," he admonished. "Let them eat as much as they can, but make sure they chew it all." Nodding in approval he glanced back out and over to Tujal, it was as hard to stand so far from her now as it had been to leave her this morning. Weseaneth bobbed his head and fluttered his wings, dispelling any previous notions of dignity.

[FireThorne]

Kheron watched many of the candidates about him fidget and shift restlessly, but he himself was still and calm. The boy was always such; a rock in a storm. He had been raised among cattle and runners, and one of the first things Conner had taught him was to always be composed and still. Nothing came from acting like a nervous yearling being saddled for the first time. Amber eyes intense on the eggs, the wrangler’s body tensed of it’s own volition when the first began to crack. He could easily hear the awe from the onlookers as a magnificent bronze shattered the first egg, and the candidate went perfectly still. His eyes traveled over the hatchling, inspecting his build. It seemed that after being a beastcrafter for so long, the boy could not look at a youngling without inspecting their bodies. The dragonet was very sturdy, appearing as if he had been built more for endurance and strength than speed and agility, and lightly colored. He stumbled as did most newborns, reminding the boy forcibly of a calf, but finally shook his wings free of the fluid that stuck to them and gained his bearings.

Amber eyes followed the dragonet as he approached the candidates, and the boy’s heart began to thud in his chest. Outwardly calm, inside he was raging. The bronze was coming closer to him. Eyes met, and Kheron felt the most powerful, unfathomable feeling wrap his entire body in it’s grip. Kh’ron, feed me. Your Diesenth is very hungry. The dragon’s voice echoed, and the boy was reminded of how it felt when Conner had first given him Calan, only this emotion was far more potent. “Come, young one. I will feed you.”

Good. I could eat a whole herdbeast. Diesenth replied, crooning low in his throat. He had picked up a few things from his rider’s mind already.

Kh’ron could guess that his bronze was going to be a vocal fellow, but he seemed the easy-going sort too. Although, it would certainly make them the odd pair, considering how quiet the wrangler tended to be. But right now he was not supposed to be quiet. “His name is Diesenth!” The new weyrling shouted, then led his new dragonet outside to be fed.

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Raelwyn watched the hatching, surprised to see a bronze first. How well that did bode for Amenth! Although, she was not surprised at the dragonet’s choice, having already pinned Kher—Kh’ron for a bronze. He seemed to have that solid personality. Green eyes watching many of her fellow candidate’s Impress, even a blue to a girl, the Fort-born kept a sigh from spilling over her lips. So much was happening…but not to her. Although, she did not begrudge the others for their good fortunes, oh no, but still…. Clapping wildly for the other candidates when they Impressed, she wondered if anyone in the stands was thinking about her.

[Memorie]

Another green, another bronze. Tujal grinned, that brought the bronze count to three now, and she was pretty sure there were at least three more left. The flight, while tragic, had been stupendous, and it was truly showing now. Amenth, in all her golden glory, crooned to the hatchlings and to her own bronze. See, Weseaneth? It is good. The gold was very proud.

A brown hatched. It stumbled around for a tiny while, and the embryonic fluids dried enough for it to expand its wings. It had an abnormally large wingspan. "It'll probably grow into them," Tujal said, mostly to herself. The meandering brown finally settled on the candidate Isyc, now I'syc.

Astrith needs food, I'syc.

The next three eggs hatched all at the same time, and revealed another green and two more bronzes. The crowd gasped at the fortune, and Tujal grinned wider. Weseaneth, ask I'slen if he sees all these little bronzers. The three dragons all were Impressed by boys, and the green Impression surprised no one who knew the boy.

At long last, it seemed, a blue hatched. He crooned and stumbled around a bit, before being Impressed by a sweet and kind boy. And just when no one was looking, another bronze hatched. Surinth and Arystoth were well Impressed before the next group came out.

Another blue Impressed, to a boy now named J'tar.

Simultaneously, a green hatched and cast around for hers. She was a very vivacious thing, and didn't let the giddiness of hatching get to her too much. Two stumbles and she brought herself upright and wandered to the candidates gathered. But she found no one there to her liking. Instead, she began to wander to the sidelines and cast around there. Ah, there. You, Venaru, come here. Feed your Seth. Come, now.

[hrsegrl]

The Bronzerider watched trying to keep count of the number of Bronzes. There were already a few on the sands. Amazing. Well, Amenth had out done herself. As she should. Ponaa Queens were far superior over those of other Weyrs.

He smirked a bit at that. He sure was overly prideful at times. If you would let me fly the one I want...F'dan rolled his eyes. We aren't ready yet. I hate waiting.Me too.
The Bronzerider, admittedly, wasn't paying much attention to the Hatching though he took note belatedly that he was sitting close to Junior Weyrwoman Ruet.

Ruet arrived a bit late. She had been sick for the past few weeks and as a result was taking her time to get places. Rather be safe than sorry. Her blue eyes gazed down at the Hatchlings, finding their lifemates. She was overly quiet of late. Even at this joy filled ocassion she seemed distant.

Sharieth was no worse for the wear and understood fully that Ruet was healing. The young one did well for herself.Yes. No doubt Tujal is ready to take on the full responsibility that goes with being a Junior Weyrwoman. She is. They have been. Sharieth had lifted her spirits a bit so she smiled.

[Kelmagere]

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