gold Elaruth x bronze Mikhuth - 25 October 2009

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gold Elaruth x bronze Mikhuth
Approx. Age:	47 turns
Flight:	12 August, 2009 / Day 25, Month 9, Turn 20
Clutching:	25 September, 2009 / Day 2, Month 11, Turn 20
Hatching:	25 October, 2009 Day 14, Month 1, Turn 21
Count:	14 eggs
Composition:	1 bronze, 3 brown, 4 blue, and 6 green
Egg Theme:	Starts With The Letter E

Bloodstained Assault Bronze Khazioth	bronze	At're
Solstice in the Canyons Brown Mohraith	brown	M'try
Flame of Truth Brown Orisoth	brown	Jiella
Explorer Extraordinaire Blue Nilanth	blue	Genefra
Merry Mischief Maker Green Jheilinth	green	Dashaya
Ne Plus Ultra Marine Green Liath	green	Vanissa

• 020.11.02: Elaruth's First Clutching

• 021.01.14: Elaruth and Mikhuth's Eggs Hatch

Candidates: Atreyan, Dashaya, Genefra, Jiella, Maitrey, Tilin, Vanissa, Xhonya

Dragon Writers: B'kaiv, Cirse, D'kai, Hattie, Fiorella, Kaida, Tobas, T'rev

Dragon Puppeteers: B'kaiv, D'kai, Hattie, Fiorella, Kaida, T'rev

Bony Dark Green and Boy / Green and Weyrbred Girl

At the edge of the mound, a royal blue egg trembles, sending sand grains to shiver down along the slope, more and more of them until it's practically a rivulet eating away the structure's foundations. Other eggs move too, and whispers in the galleries increase in intensity with them, though the tiers are not nearly as populated as they might have been on a day with better weather. Even now, the storm audibly kicks up outside... unless that's just the hum of the dragons, quickening further as more eggs crack. That Vtol Motor Egg's shell gapes wide, but it's the Burnt Geometry Egg's hatchling that reaches paw to sand first, the pair of greens tangling wings for a moment before scrambling off to find their lifemates.

One of the first-hatched greens, the big bony one with the dark neckridges, leaves shards and sister behind as she skids toward the ring of candidates. She hunts out clusters, ignores singletons, and finally all but chases her chosen boy out from behind his friends.

Over to the far side of the clutch, after looking what seems like half the candidate class dead in the eye, the second hatchling finally decides upon a girl with tousled brown hair. She's even Weyrbred too, nothing for holders to complain about there, and it's a storybook picture when she loses her jaded attitude in hugging her green's pale neck.

Blue and Candidate

Meanwhile, in the thick of things, the Transforming the Myth Egg hatches out a blue who Impresses with even less fanfare. And still there's no blood.

Lanky Blue and Southern Boy

In the wake of all those shards, there's a stronger crackling sound as most of the rest of the clutch rattles against the bits of shell... followed by a different sort of crack. No, not the joke made by the apprentice smith all knock-kneed in his white robe, because that fizzled. Instead, it's lightning, out in the bowl. Cirse glances up to the ledges where Peirith overlooks the event, then touches T'rev's arm to get his attention for a moment's whisper, before another Impression claims attention: a lanky blue that had just hatched from the Flawed Glory Egg, looking into the eyes of a dark-tanned Southern boy.

Blue and Candidate / Green and Candidate =

Two watery eggs on opposite sides of the clutch, silvery Beware the Loch Egg and scaled-seeming Where's My Aquarium? Egg, simultaneously release a blue and a green to totter away from their shells. One mirror-image look up at Elaruth later, and they're off to find their new lifemates with unusual calmness. Meanwhile, though these eggs don't take nearly as long to hatch as they did to lay, Fort isn't taking chances with entertaining its guests, particularly with the weather worsening as it is. Ale's being served to the main tiers, while the dignitaries also have the choice of good red wine to help everyone relax and enjoy the ride. It's just the remaining candidates who'll have to wait....

Golden Brown and Candidate / Vibrant Speckled Green and Candidate

There's still only the one bronze, but finally the last two hatchlings are breaking free of their shells. A warm-colored paw emerges from the Cheer Up Emo Egg and scrambles for footing, while the Is It Watching Me? Egg hatches with more alacrity... but instead it's a cheerful brown whose hide errs more towards gold than bronze, and a vibrant speckled green with thin, strong-looking wings. Cirse's pen picks up speed, the more so as one candidate suddenly scrapes his hands against his robe and turns tail as the young green looks at him too closely, the boy scrambling towards the tiers to try and take refuge with his family. Rivellan laughs. Cirse doesn't move to stop the boy, not even giving him a perplexed look and a shake of the head like T'rev does, those cool dark eyes instead returning their focus to the hatchlings as they find different choices after all: the hatchlings, and Hattie.

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