Tropical Clutch Hatching

[Thaliawen]

It was time. It had taken longer than expected for the eggs to show signs of hatching, but at the sounds of dragons humming there was no denying it. C’vi had beamed and backed off from his position. He’d been checking the eggs again. Warm, oval, alive—and hatching!

He knew M’nick was sitting somewhere—he’d offered him the clutch mother seat so he could sit with M’deck. “It’s time,” he said, giddily. Finally. A surge of excitement and nervousness went through him. What would the hatchlings be like? Would they be healthy? Happy?

They’ll be perfect, Oximath assured him. The green had no such concerns. They’d better hurry. These eggs won’t wait any longer.

OOC Rules
- If you believe that your post has been missed, please PM the writer of the egg/dragon to let them know.
- Do not harass writers. They have lives and can't be replying every hour on the hour.
- Do not dictate how dragons will react to your character, this is for the writer to decide.
- NPC eggs will be available for adoption after their impression. Their impressions will be clearly marked.
- You will be PM'd your dragon's personality at impression.

IC Rules - These rules can be broken, but remember IC actions have IC consequences.
- There are THREE greens on the sands, please be respectful to all.
- Bow to the clutchmother(s) when entering the sands.
- No running, shouting or being disruptive. This will likely spook hatchlings and cause you to be injured.
- Do not approach a dragonet or egg unless asked.
- No firelizards on the sands.  

[Ryala]

The sound of humming reached Gwyn as she was eating. It was a curious sound, to be sure, but unmistakable. So... it was time!

With a last, decisive bite of her bread, Gwyn arose and hurried off to change.

Slipping into the long, white Candidate's robe, she took a moment to run her fingers through her hair as well. She didn't know if the hatchlings would notice, or care, if someone showed up looking like a disaster... but the people there certainly would! Besides, this could well be the most important day of her life, no WAY was she going to walk out there a mess!

Glancing around to make sure everything was still in order, she nodded slightly to herself and left, hurrying towards the hot Sands.

Upon her arrival, she stopped briefly at the entrance to once more be sure that she was presentable. Some of the others clearly weren't... shells, had that one guy even bothered to make sure his robe was on the right way? She snorted at his disheveled appearance, and made her way onto the Sands.

As her eyes sought out and found the six eggs, her excitement and nervousness grew in equal portions. Bowing to both of the clutch mothers who's children would be Impressing today, she made her obeisance to the third green as well. It would have been extremely rude to ignore her, and if she failed today chances were that she would be presenting herself to this expectant mother's clutch as well.  

[magnadearel]

Candidate Verria

Tension built and built until something had to finally give. Verria was overjoyed to finally hear the hum of dragons that announced a hatching. They had finally decided to hatch! She knew V'lon would make his way up to the stands while she had to get ready.

The teen quickly wrapped up what she was doing. No one would complain since they knew dragons waited for no candidate! Verria rushed to get herself cleaned and clothed in the white candidate garment. She moved quickly to the Sands.

Verria stepped on to the hot sands and bowed to the two hatching clutch's mothers. She saw another candidate include the third three in her bow and did likewise. Duties settled she glanced toward the stands searching for her father or his dragon. She wanted him to see her impress.

TawnyAngel

Mention for V'lon

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Candidate Varella

As soon as the humming started, the young teen abandoned her task without regret. Hopefully after the next hour she wouldn't have to be coming back to it! Her stomach was aflutter as she grabbed her white robe and pulled it on.

A short walk later and she stood on the hot sands. Would her twin be here, or would he be involved with his own young dragon? She hoped he could watch if he had time. A quick, but polite bow was awarded to Oximath and Heimalth. Varella watched the eggs closely, looking for signs of who would break shell first.  

[Dea and #Teddy#]

Zamistia heard humming and thankfully, remembered from her lessons what that meant. She wondered if today she would be getting a dragon of her own or if she would have to wait. She was already in the barracks, having been doing some studying. She got into her robes and sandals, having gotten them prepared early, just in case. Once she had made sure she looked okay, she followed the others out to the sands as carefully as she could. When she got there, she made sure to bow to the clutch mothers and a third dragon that was there as well.  

[faerie-fallen]

Cyrilla's eyes lit up as the sound of draconic humming reached her ears. At last!

Completely abandoning what she'd been doing, she swiftly made her way back to her room and snatched the required robe from the wall. She grinned to herself as she donned the garment, imagining how her sister might react. Would she be disappointed because she wasn't special enough to have a dragon? Or would she be trying to hide as far back in the stands as possible, so she wouldn't be eaten?

Wasting no time, Cy hurried off to the sands. With a bow for the greens present, she joined the other candidates. Not that any of them mattered, really.

This was her time to shine!

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Meana didn't quite catch the sound, at first. However, seeing the reactions of those around her clued her in that something was happening. She'd been enjoying her meal, but when she saw one girl sitting at an adjacent table leave, and others began to get excited, she wondered. What was going on? Was there a problem?

Laying down her fork, she rose, just as the sound made itself known to her. Oh! Wasn't that supposed to mean that the eggs were about to hatch? That explained why everyone was excited! And the girl who'd left was probably a candidate, small wonder she'd left in a hurry!

Once, the prospect of even seeing a dragon would have left her a quivering mess. And certainly, her first sight of one up close had been frightening. They were just so big, and they had supposedly been one of the smaller ones! But now, having not only ridden one with Cy to get here, but been around them since, with nothing bad happening, her anxiety had waned.

So as she approached the sands, she took a moment to respectfully bow to each of the three greens in turn, before hurrying towards the stands and claiming a seat in the front. She was actually going to see a hatching!  

[TawnyAngel]

V' & Lithustoth

It was a very odd feeling, lying on the sands with her still-soft eggs carefully mantled under her wing at the same time as she picked up her daughters' welcoming hum to their first clutches. Odd, but wonderful. A new generation of dragons would soon join them in the world - Heimalth and Oximath had every reason to be proud, and so did she.

As spectators and candidates began to hurry in she turned her crackling voice to her daughters', her usually rather harsh tones merely tingly and warm today as she said; I can't wait to see your hatchlings.

And that was her cue to move, she guessed. V' slid down from Lithustoth's back, gave her dragon a quick pat, and headed towards the stands; she could probably justify staying with Lith but it felt rude somehow. Not that V' usually gave a s**t about being rude of course but Lith wanted everything to be perfect for this hatching, and she definitely wasn't going to go spoiling that.

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V'lon & Mirath

They're hatching V'lon - let's go!

V'lon grinned, dropped the leathers he'd been working on repairing, and hastened to join his dragon.

Less than a minute later they swooped into the hatching cavern; Mirath alighted on a suitable perch and scanned the line of white-robed candidates for Verria. Being a dragon of course he didn't have to lay eyes on her before sending; Good luck Darling, your father and I are rooting for you! He adds; 'Good luck Kid', and a hug too.

V'lon sent his dragon a feeling of appreciation as he found his own place in the Stands and scanned for- Ha, there she was! The bluerider beamed down at his daughter and gave her a wave.

magnadearel

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S'var & Nemanath

The atmosphere around a green hatching was no less intense than what he was used to around gold hatchings a mixture of celebration, hope, and the palpable nerves pouring off the cluster of candidates. As S'var claimed a seat for himself in the stands Nemanath reached out to Varella, Vasilir, and Corrine. Good fortune to you all, we will see you on the other side.

With only six eggs and many candidates S'var would be extremely surprised if all three of candidate grandchildren Impressed today but that didn't mean he wasn't hoping for it. Wouldn't it be something if they Impressed every single egg from one of the clutches?

magnadearel

 

[TawnyAngel]

Lunathor

Shells, it was happening- Shells were happening! Like every candidate in the Weyr Lunathor dropped what he was doing and hurried back to the barracks to change as the humming picked up in intensity. With his robe donned he spent a few moments combing his hair but there wasn't time for more than that; the candidatemaster was calling them all to order, it was time.

On the edge of the sands Lunathor wiped his sweaty palms on his robe and ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips. Could one of those six eggs really be for him? Wish me luck Raith! Heart pounding, stomach twisting, Lunathor walked forward and paid respects to the two clutchmothers - and to the third green who sat hunched over her fresh eggs - before taking his place in line.  

[Melomar]

Rothgar

Rothgar was outside the Weyr helping in the barn when the humming began. It was a different sort of sound out there. The bowl reverberated with the vibration as if the walls might come down. With a wild Whoop! the sweaty teen leapt into the air before putting his things away and loped over to the Barracks.

It was impossible to be truly presentable in his current state without proper bathing and he was pretty sure he did not have time for that. But he got his hair wet and shook it back, the wher tooth in his ear tinkling faintly, washed his face and arms and called it good. Then he put on his white robe and sandals and followed the rest off to the Sands. With his crooked grin he listened to the CandidateMaster lecture them briefly on the rules and etiquette.

When they arrived, three mothers waited for their bows. They all looked completely different, yet they were sisters and mother. It was marvelous to see. Rothgar bowed low to each, probably lower than needed, but in his awe it felt right.

And now, the waiting game began.  

[Thaliawen]

The waiting game didn’t last long.

As soon as candidates were on the sands the Blue Tang Egg began to move. It rolled onto it side and in an attempt to right itself, it was sent spiraling. Oh no!

Could someone help? Oh, please! It wasn’t scared, but it was sure Momma was!  

[Melomar]

Among pale Green Heimalth's eggs, Sun Parakeet and Scarlet Macaw began to move. Sun Parakeet shivered a little, difficult to detect perhaps. Scarlet Macaw rocked with more fervor and managed to move off to one side before stopping for a rest. Already though, a crack carved its way down the side, branching off in multitudes. Toco Toucan remained silent and still.  

[faerie-fallen]

When the Blue Tang egg started moving, Cyrilla fixed her eyes on it. Yes, she remembered visiting this one! Seeing it land on it's side and start rolling around though, she sniffed and turned away. Clearly, that one was not for her. Too clumsy.

Turning away, her sights shifted to the Scarlet Macaw. That one, perhaps!  

[Thaliawen]

The Blue Tang Egg rolled again, this time to the left. The dragonet within was putting up a valiant fight. No one had come to it’s aid. A small crack appeared and a lashing brown tail emerged.

Help, someone!  

[magnadearel]

Candidate Verria

She had gotten as comfortable on the hot sands as one candidate could and was just starting to fret at the time it was taking for the eggs to hatch, when a voice interrupted her. Verria grinned as her father's dragon bespoke her. Thanks Mirath! Tell him thanks for me! She did a twist to look up into the Stands and gave a quick wave when she saw her father waving.

It was only for a moment and she turned her attention back to the six beautiful eggs. Who? Who would hatch first? Verria could barely contain herself waiting. She gave a soft gasp as Blue Tang moved and moved itself spiraling across the sands. Oh dear. She'd be dizzy with all that spinning.

She looked around. Had someone called for help? No the other candidates seemed fine. Verria heard the call for help again and this time identified the source. It came from Blue Tang! A glance to Oximath showed the green wasn't moving. She would answer the call! Her heart wouldn't allow her otherwise.

Verria moved forward and approached the egg. She lightly placed her hands on the shell to stabilize it, while trying to keep her shins free from the lashing tail. "Is this good?" The teen asked anxiously.

Thaliawen

Egg help!

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Candidate Varella

Varella was pleased when her father's dragon reached out to wish them well. She was glad her grandfather could be here to see her Impress. It would be tight with only six eggs. Her eyes flicked over to the third green who'd recently laid her own clutch and mantled over the eggs. No, Var was sure she'd impress this day and not when those other eggs hatched.

Her eyes flicked between the three eggs on the left and three eggs on the right. Blue Tang seemed full of energy. Two eggs of Heimalth's began to move, but Var frowned while the third one stayed still. She hoped it was alright.

TawnyAngel

V'lon/Mirath and S'var/Nemanath

 

[Thaliawen]

The Blue Tang Egg stilled when help came. Ah! There, no more spinning. The dragonets seemed almost to give a sigh of relief. A cheep of thanks came from within.

Oximath hadn’t been sure how to stop the egg from rolling without injuring the hatchling. She leaned closer to Verria. Thank you, she said.  

[Ryala]

When the egg had started rolling, Gwyn had watched, indecisive about whether she should attempt to help or not. That egg was one of the larger ones, and it certainly looked capable of knocking her over if it rolled the wrong way. And surely, there would be consequences for running up to an egg.

But what of the dragon within?

When the egg rolled again, she noticed the tail that had slipped through a rent in the shell. If the egg should roll over on the tail...! No. Consequences or not, this could not be allowed. But before she could step forward to help, one of the others had. Well, that was good. She smiled slightly, and silently hoped that individual would Impress today.