Logs:The Clutching of Lhiannonth and Taralyth's eggs
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| RL Date: 7 February, 2003 |
| Who: Celebren, I'sai, Jenni, Josilina, Kiitarel, Mohria, Rosel |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lhiannonth lays her first clutch. |
| Where: Hatching Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 00, Month 00, Turn 42 (Pass 10) |
| High Reaches Weyr Hatching Grounds The sands are stiflingly hot beneath your feet, nearly burning through your footwear and keeping even this large high cavern quite warm. A mound of sand has been gathered up in the center of the cavern, and this is where the queens lay their eggs and watch over them as they harden. The sands are groomed neatly in preparation for the next clutch to be laid here, though a few shallow depressions seem to remain from the last hatching. As you glance around, you smell the spicy scent of dragons and oil which has pervaded the rocks. Bordering the sands to the south and west are the tiered benches of the galleries. Ledges for spectating dragons jut out from the cavern walls in every direction high above. A dark passageway leads off the sand towards the Senior Queen's weyr. Contents: Lhiannonth(#12345aep) Pair of Boots Obvious exits: Passageway Galleries Josilina runs in alongside Lhiannonth, blinking in bewilderment, "What do you mean 'we have eggs'?" She demands. "What sort of answer is that? I ask you where you're going, and you say we have egg-" She breaks off as it becomes clear where they are, and Lhiannonth wastes no time in laying the first of the clutch. Blink. "Oh." Blink. "Eggs." Spilled Beads Egg Shades of blue wash and ebb over this egg, varying from cobalt to almost white. If looked at straight on, the shell looks pebbled - small, round bumps rising all across it, as if beads were scattered over its exterior or as if it had goose bumps. The illusion is proven false however, if seen from an angle, where the eggs edges can be seen to be smooth. And above all, it's shiny, light reflecting slightly of the egg's surface. Crafter's Mark Egg Overwhelmingly brown, this smaller egg is easy to overlook. Shades of mahogany and skybroom, cedar and oak form small circular shapes that fall haphazardly over the shell to gather in an indistinguishable pile at the bottom half of the egg. Towards the top the rounds are separate, and a close observer will note the thin black lines forming pictures on each of the circles. Here the faint image of a number two, there a box-like shape that could be an anvil, on the other side what might well be a bolt of cloth. With imagination, one might see the symbols of all the Crafts of Pern. [Editor's Note: There was a bit of a time lapse, right about here. After laying the first two eggs, I had to run off for a bit. While I was gone, the third egg was put out (by I'sai - thanks!). This is why the next egg is "the fourth" and why there are people in the galleries when there weren't just before.] In the galleries, Jenni laughs softly and squints at Mohria, "you would have? don't you think it would have been pushing things? He's so shy." She notices that Celebren is trying hard not to listen and she grins over at him, pondering if she should continue her conversation or leave it be. In the galleries, Mohria shakes her head and pats her friend on the shoulder. "I was just teasing. He is rather shy..." a shrug and happy grin. "It's a start!" Josilina shifts from foot to foot, leaning against Lhiannonth who is lying on the sand, keeping a protective eye on the eggs already there. The redhead steps away however, when Lhiannonth starts to get to her feet, rumbling quietly. "'Nother one?" The gold answers only in actions, laying a fourth egg and nosing it fondly once it's settled in the sand. Loaf of Bread Egg The heat of the sands have baked this egg especially well, it seems as if it's crust is the perfect warm brown as a loaf of bread baked in the Weyr's oven. Only a baker could make a loaf of bread this yummy looking, except it is an egg, of course, so don't be trying to melt any butter over it. In the galleries, Chiridine gives a little happy bugle from her 'patroll' around the far edges of the sands as another egg is laid, and eyes the clutch dam, still desperate to get closer to those eggs. Mohria lifts her head from the Galleries and gives a little warning. "Chir..." In the galleries, Jenni leans in closer to Mohria, she's about to say something else when another egg is clutched, "oh, it's lovely." She's said that about all of them though. "What's she going on about Moh?" In the galleries, Mohria looks over at her green and chuckles. "Oh, she's desperate to get a closer look at those eggs. She's never seen another clutch before. Especially not one that /big/!" She grins. In the galleries, Jenni snorts quietly, "Firelizards." In the galleries, Celebren grins at jenni "you doing like them?" In the galleries, Mohria chuckles. "She's such a sweetie, though." In the galleries, Jenni shrugs up her shoulders, 'They're alright, but I have two and think they're more trouble than they're worth. They make more messes, break more things and keep me awake more at night than I can ever make up with the few letters I send. It's great that so many people like them, I just feel they're overrated." She winks at Mohria, "I know you're extreamly fond of your trio." In the galleries, Mohria chuckles, smiling and nodding. "Aye. Though I do know where you're coming from." She rolls her eyes. "The other night Khad and Fango got into the most atrotious racket! I have no idea what they were doing, but it sounded like a couple of wherries in heat." In the galleries, Celebren laughs at jenni "Now you sound like Uncle Triv" In the galleries, Jenni winces, "I can relate to that sound. Sizzle tends to bring his greens home and for a day or so it's all squabbling until I 'red star' them out." She winks over at Celebren, "Uncel Triv? Triven?" In the galleries, Mohria smiles over at Celebren. "How are you enjoying it here so far?" she nods a Jenni. "I flew him here from, erm, from where was it Cel?" In the galleries, Celebren nods and smiles "Nobal, I think" In the galleries, Jenni falls silent to watch the eggs. Lhiannonth goes back to pacing around the eggs, all four of them, nosing each in turn. Josilina continues to watch, picking a roll from the tray I'sai brought earlier, and picking it apart with precise delicacy. She pauses though, as Lhiannonth does as well, the gold lowering herself over a dip in the sands and depositing in it a fifth egg. "Ooh! It's perfect love!" Josi the completely unbiased exclaims as it's revealed. In the galleries, Celebren grins at Mohria "I like it here, haven't seen you or Riordanth around" In the galleries, Jenni looks over at Mohria and Celebren, "are you staying here with us for good then? Um...sorry I didn't catch your name. I'm Jenni." She holds out her hand and then turns her head so she can watch another egg being clutched. Net Pile Egg This egg, nestled in its sandy hollow, is a little shorter and a bit dumpier at the base than most. Lines and strips of a dark, stained shade of brown overlap and crisscross with each other across the shell. Darker streaks seem to give the pattern dimension, aiding to the illusion of layered cords, while one side bears a ragged mark of green, caught within the web that covers the egg. In the galleries, Mohria smiles at Celebren. "We're buisy, these days." She rises. "Infact, I'd better go get started on my duties. Chir!" The green seems to pout a but, but obediently returns to Mohria's offered arm. The bluerider gives the two a smile and strides out In the galleries, Mohria walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl. In the galleries, Jenni waves goodbye to Mohria as she makes her way off and smiles to herself. In the galleries, Celebren smiles and takes Jenni's hand "I am Celebren, but most just call me Cel. I am hear for awhile to stay with uncle Triv." In the galleries, Jenni nods her head in understanding, "Triven is a nice man. You'll enjoy your stay here I'm sure. The weather's been fairly good. Other than the rain." Josilina attempts to stand on one foot, to cool the other off, watching her lifemate work on burying the latest addition to the clutch. Squinting slightly, she offers a wave to those in the galleries - to be friendly you know, before promptly hopping to the other foot, murmuring something that sounds a lot like, "Don't like sand." In the galleries, Celebren grins and nods then watches the rider on the sands curiously Josilina continues to go from foot to foot, backing up a little, presumably at a warning of Lhiannonth's not to hop too close to the eggs. She even goes so far as to call out a bright, "Hello!" To those in the galleries, though it can't be ensured the sound would carry fully. Lhiannonth pauses, surveying the eggs that have been clutched so far with a proud air. But her break a quick one, as she abruptly feels the need to scoop out a hollow. Crouching over it she seems to strain for a long few moments, the egg not emerging. Finally, with a last heave, sides moving with the contraction, a rather large egg fills the sandy depression. Master's Knot Egg Impressive of stature, this egg sits just a little larger among the others in a fashion that makes it seem as if it were actually overseeing the overall hardening of each individual in the clutch. The pattern that plays along the surface of the shell has a complex beauty, a braiding of primary colors designed to impress and remind one of the respect due to the egg for the egg itself. For is it not the egg that makes the colors and not the colors that make the egg? In the galleries, Celebren waves to the rider "Good afternoon" he says with smile "Oooh, Lhia, it's pretty!" Josilina beams at the gold, picking her way across the sands to get a little closer to the galleries. She gently pats the gold in passing, but then leaves her to her motherly duties, catching Celebren's wave. "Hi! Oh! You're Triven's nephew, right? Cele-Celebren? I remember you. I think." She says cheerfully, squinting up at him. In the galleries, Celebren smiles "you have good eyes, just call me Cel. Your Josilina right?" he calls back Josilina nods slightly, "Cel. Right. And I am! And that's Lhiannonth." She adds, gesturing to the gold who is scooping sand around the large, colorful egg. "How're you liking the Weyr? You hadn't been here long when we met, if I recall right?" In the galleries, Celebren nods and says "I am thinking about talking to Uncle Triv. to about staying purment." Josilina grins, "Oh really? That'd be nice! So I take it you're liking it here? We're always glad to have new people." She resumes her hopping from foot to foot, "Have you ever seen a clutching before?" She then asks cheerfully. "How're you liking it so far? Have you been watching long?" Josilina asks, tone bright. Someone's just a touch hyper. Maybe it's the heat. "Wasn't that last one pretty? I mean, I can hardly give an objective opinion, but I thought it was nice." In the galleries, Celebren nods "they are all breathe taking, how many does a dragon usaly clucth?" Josilina purses her lips thoughtfully, still bouncing from foot to foot, "Well. It varies, a lot really. The clutch Lhiannonth came from had fourty eggs I think? But it was particularly big I think. I doubt Lhia's will be that big - I hope not anyway. Eggs are nice, but if she had fourty, we'd be here forever waiting for them to all get laid." Lhiannonth takes a while to be satisfied with resting place of her next egg, nudging and pushing the sand this way and that to create a suitable nest for it. When the sand is higher on three sides of the depression than elsewhere she seems happy, finally crouching to release a black egg into it's new home. Miner's Glory Egg Cromcoal black with veins of silver and gold spread out to cover this roughly ovoid shape. Uneven bumps rise on the surface giving it the look of unrefined ore. Escarpments of sand rise up on three sides leaving the rest of the egg to gleam with mineral studded brightness. In the galleries, Celebren looks at the news egg with wonder "it's amazing" Josilina turns, distracted by the new arrival. "Ooh! It's got pretty little line-y things." She glances up at Celebren, just catching his words, and after a moment relays, "Lhiannonth says thank you." In the galleries, Celebren smiles "She is welcome" Josilina grins, nodding, "I told her." And indeed, Lhiannonth glances back just briefly, whuffling softly, before turning her attention back to the egg. "Oh! You're the one who was into exploring too, weren't you?" In the galleries, Celebren nods "I am, is that bad?" he askes with a grin Josilina shakes her head lightly, "No! I was just making sure I was thinking of the right person. Done any interesting exploring while you've been here?" In the galleries, Rosel strolls up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. In the galleries, Celebren nods "not somuch here at the weyr, but Yes I have" Josilina is standing near the gallery wall, balanced on one foot then the other, while Lhiannonth pokes around at the eggs that have already been laid. "Well that's good! You should try exploring the weyr, I bet there're all sorts of places people don't know about!" In the galleries, Rosel wanders in with a small crowd of egg gawkers, though he stays a bit apart from them. He sets a small travel pack down on a handy bench and just stares out at the queen and her growing clutch. Looking a bit the part of a boy about to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar as he does so. In the galleries, Celebren nods "I think I will" he says and smiles to Rosel "first clutch too?" Josilina gives the entering crowd a general wave, though she addresses Rosel with a cheery, "Hi!" as he's the one Celebren speaks to. "Welcome to the sands...er...well galleries for you, of High Reaches Weyr!" When stuck in a hot, sandy cavern Jos gets a little...odd. In the galleries, Rosel takes a moment or two t realize he's the one being addressed, and thought a faint blush stains his cheeks, he gives a smile in reply, "Ahh, my first too see? Yes, it is indeed. Congratulations, Ma'a... Josilina." See, he remembers. In the galleries, Celebren smiles "I am Celebren, but most call me Cel" he says extanding his hand to Rosel. Josilina beams, both in thanks and approval that he remembers. "Thank you! Though I s'pose it's more Lhiannonth you should be congratulating. If, she weren't, y'know busy." She says, looking fondly over at the gold who's still doting on the eggs. In the galleries, Rosel steps over, close enough to extend his own hand in greeting, "Well met, Cel. I'm Rosel." Then he flashes that smile again, seeming mostly past the awkwardness, "Well, then can I trouble you to congratulate her for me? When she's less busy, of course."
In the galleries, Rosel chuckles softly, "It was no trouble to. I certainly wouldn't have missed the chance. Not often one gets such an opportunity." He gives a little half bow, "She's quite welcome, of course." Lhiannonth shifts uneasily, bent expectantly over a waiting sand-nest, but this one seems determined to be a difficult one, as no egg appears. She rumbles her irritation, sides rippling with insistent contractions. It's a long few moments before, with a final, soft grunt from the gold, the egg slips free. Nosing the very ordinary looking egg gently, Lhiannonth briskly begins to cover it with sand. Baker's Dozen Egg It's white, oval, and it looks like an egg. What did you expect? Josilina grins, "Well, it's true, it's not the most frequent of events. Always nice to see, at least once in a lifetime. And - " She breaks off, "Oh! Another one!" She turns to see the new egg, blinking at it before complimenting, "It's very ...white. But a really /pretty/ white, a perfect white." She adds quickly, earning a distracted snort from the proud mother who continues to bury the egg. In the galleries, Rosel smiles, "With my family's traveling, we don't get close to the weyr often enough to see such events. I'm honored to have gotten the chance." He watches the queen with her latest egg and nods, "It is indeed, very white. I'd heard they are normally more, colorful, like some of the others?" "Oh? Do you not go to Weyrs often?" Josilina asks curiously, before nodding, "Yes. Well, as you can sort of see..." She trails off, gesturing to the other eggs, all of which, though partially burried, have visible color on them. "That one's just..." She pauses, searching for the right word. "Different." In the galleries, Rosel shakes his head, "Not really. Or if we do, it's not often when there is a clutch. This is the first time my parents decided to send me by myself." Josilina cants her head to one side, looking curious, "Why not? Er...if you don't mind me asking? I mean, I'd think you'd get an /awful/ lot of business at a Weyr. With so many people and all." In the galleries, Rosel grins, "Oh, we do come to them and stop at them. We just aren't usually here too long. Keep traveling, you know." He gives a little shrug, "Besides, da usually leaves me tending the runners." Josilina nods slightly, "Oh. Well yes, that makes sense. I can understand the traveling thing. Where's the rest of your family now, at Tillek? The runners?" She grins, wondering, "Do you like runners? Or, working with them rather?" In the galleries, Rosel nods, "Yea, I'm to meet up with them at Tillek, when I'm done with my visit." And he smiles again, "Ahh, well. I admit, I'm rather found of them. I've been after my da for turns now to let me get my own, but so far, no luck." Josilina smiles, and glances, ever-so-briefly, back at Taralyth, before turning her attention back to Rosel. "Really? I'd think a runner would be a terribly handy thing for a trader, or son-of-a-trader I guess, to have. Y'know, with the whole...traveling around factor. Then again, I don't know much about that sort of thing." Lhiannonth warbles a thanks to Taralyth, who directs her to what he has deemed a 'good spot', complete with a natural dip in the sand just perfect for one of her eggs. She whuffles her approval as she inspects the area, and proceeds to slowly lower herself over the sandy depression, leaving behind a prettily colored egg of pink and blue. Lilting Melodies Eggg Only the softest hues seem to have been allowed to color the shell of this egg. A pale, rosy pink begins at the crown, slowly spiraling down toward the base. Hidden within the depths of the pink are minute particles of silver dust. As the pink reaches the middle, it begins to mingle with an even gentler spread of cornflower blue. The two gracefully swirl together until they reach the base, at which point they combine into one, ending up as creamy lavender. Only when one stares hard enough can the pale silver markings be distinguished --- markings that, for all the world, resemble musical notations. In the galleries, Rosel chuckles, "My point exactly. But then he usually points out I travel with the family and don't really need my own beast." He pauses to watch the new egg arrive, "Ahh, now that one is rather light too, just not so -- white." "Oooh. It's all /pink/. And /blue/." Josilina remarks, and clearly that marks just slightly higher than solid white in her book. Not that all Lhiannonth's eggs aren't all Utterly Fabulous, just on principle. "But if you start making more little trips of your own, like now, you'll need one." She points out, turning back to Rosel. "And that kind of thing could increase your business too. Spread word and...stuff. Yeah." In the galleries, Rosel gives a wink, "That is my hope indeed. That I'll be able to convince him on such merits at least." But he seems amused too, for the goldrider's assessment of the egg in question. Josilina looks over her shoulder to call out additional praise to the gold, "It's beautiful Lhia-love. Yes, I know, it's yours, and it's lovely." Back to Rosel, "Well, if you cook up a good argument you should be able to convince him! Er...with some back-up arguments too. Parental debates can be rather...involved, in my experiance." In the galleries, Rosel laughs, "They can be at that. To be sure. I've lost more than my fair share of them." He lifts a slightly shaggy brow, "Is she that possessive then? I mean, you hear things, but.." "Haven't we all." Josilina remarks wryly to the first, before chuckling at the second, shaking her head. "No, not really. She's really very sweet. But awfully mother-ish. She wasn't being possessive as much as, well...I guess a little possessive." She admits. "But I think there have been much more irritable mothers in the history of dragons." Snorting good-naturedly as Taralyth noses one of the eggs Lhiannonth lumbers around the sands in a restless patrol, pausing ever so often to nudge or whuff at one of the eggs that have begun to dot the sands. When her sides begin to heave once more, she crouches low to the sand, a blue swirled egg slipping free with little fuss. Unsettled Waters Egg Swirls of blue and white with soft undertones of black dance across this egg's surface, like water crashing over the rocks along the shore. Even an apprentice of the Seacraft would recognize the perilous nature of getting close to waves rolling over rocks. In the galleries, Rosel grins at that and nods, "Yes, I've heard a few stories, mostly from Elie about how they can be. But that's a bit different than see first hand." Turns his eye to the new egg and hmms, "That one seems quite unlike the last two, now doesn't it?" In the galleries, 'a bit different to see first hand' Josilina looks at the egg as well, watching as Lhiannonth begins to bury it. "Yes, it is." She finally agrees, "It's much more blue." Color orientated much? "With white bits." She then nods, "Yes. A lot of things are different, seeing them first hand I'd think." Statement of the obvious there. In the galleries, Rosel chuckles at possibly both the description and the other, "Blue with white, indeed. I certainly am glad I got a chance to see this first hand, at any rate." "And it's sort of dark, under the blue." Josilina adds after a moment of color-analyzation. "It's actually quite pretty, I think." Color-daze is snapped out of, and she blinks, "Huh? Oh, yes, it's quite interesting to watch. I hadn't seen any clutchings before I came to the Weyr - well since then I've seen a few, but they're hard to miss when you're here full time." Lhiannonth abruptly rises from where she was resting between eggs, a rumble that deepens as it continues emitting from her throat. Edging to the left a few feet she crouches over a naturally made depression in the hot sand. She stills, hide rippling, and when she moves away there's a small, yellow egg on the sand. With a low croon of approval she nudges sand closer around the base carefully. Smooth Carved Topaz Egg Yellowish and rather small, this egg doesn't really attract attention at first sight. More ovoid than average, it's only when the egg is bathed in light that the purity of shape and shade are revealed. Droplet-like, it lies on the sand as if just delicately put down in a precious casket. When the sun crowns its top, its bottom is buried in a cloud of pale yellow cream. Suspended in time, this tear of Rukbat radiates a dim glow of serenity. In the galleries, Rosel chuckles, "I'd imagine that you would get the chance more often now, yes." He tips his head and tries to count, "How many are there now?" "Yellow!" Josilina keeps up with the color-commentary, before squinting at the egg-dotted sands, "There's...um..." Her lips move as she counts silently, coming up with, "11! Or 12. I can't tell if that's an egg or not." She points to where the sand forms a mound that might or might not be a fully covered egg. "I imagine there's still a while to go." And my doesn't she sound excited about that! In the galleries, "I rather like that one I think. It's rather understated, despite the color." Rosel grins, "Does she give you any clue how long it could take? You won't have to stay out there the whole time, will you?" Josilina arches both eyebrows, "Despite the color? What's wrong with the color?" Jos has no problems with yellow it seems. And nothing's come out orange yet, so the world is safe. For now. "How long? Well no, not really. Dragons don't even have quite the sense of time we do. Or...well, they don't think about it anyway. But I'll likely stay here most of it. Might leave to get something to drink though." She adds, eyeing the tray on the other side of the sands. In the galleries, Rosel chuckles, "Ahh, nothing wrong with the color, it's just yellow is usually a bit bright for my tastes." He grins, "Well, I would hope you'd get to take a break at least. Seems like you'd have a hard time staying out there long, I can feel the heat from here. I'm sure it's a bit much down there." Josilina dismisses the idea with a wave of her hand, "Don't be silly, there's no such thing as 'too bright'." She says airily, before nodding with a rueful smile. "Well it does get hot, that much is true." Reminded of the heat, she raises one foot, balancing on the other carefully. "But I don't want to /miss/ anything." In the galleries, Rosel grins and points out, "Would you miss something from up here? You's still be able to watch? Or is it better to stay on the sands with her?" Fussing with the sand is a great way to pass the time between eggs it seems. Lhiannonth pushes little piles of sand this way and that, setting things up in what she considers a 'proper manner', while leaving Taralyth to nose the eggs around as he likes. She abandons her task however, when a contraction takes hold, and carefully deposits the newest egg between two of her just moved piles. Sheet Music Egg The shape of the egg itself seems slightly flattened, wider from side to side than front to back, so as to present a more distinct face than some of its sandmates. Curling over the off-white expanse of the shell are countless sharp markings, dark in color and similar in shape - some of an indigo-black shade, others closer to charcoal. The markings take the form of brief lines stemming from occasionally-hollow circles, and seem to be led along a set of striations that run in diagonal patterns across the shell. Often intersecting these faint gray bands, the stamping of notations form their own pattern, building to small hills and valleys - crescendos of various volumes. Josilina hops from her current foot to the other, looking thoughtful as she wobbles. "I'm not sure. I think I'll stay on the sands, for a little while at least. It's not nearly as unbearable as I imagine it'll get later. And I should get used to it too." She adds reasonably. "Unless the whole talking-over-a-distance thing is bugging you? Oh look at that one!" In the galleries, Rosel shakes his head, "I don't mind. I was just thinking you'd be more comfortable off there. But I guess you probably do get used to it." He lets his gaze shift to the new egg and chuckles, "Kinda looks like it's got them harper scribbles all over it." Josilina nods, "Well thanks! Maybe I'll go up later, when the heat really gets to me." Hop. "Hmm. It kind of does, doesn't it? Though I've got to say, I was never terribly good at reading them. Harper scribbles I mean. Never had the patience for 'em." Hop. In the galleries, Rosel grins, "Can't say I can read them either, but I do sort of know what they look like, of course. But then, I'm not overly musical, really." In the galleries, Sria meanders up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. Josilina nods again, "Well sure, I know what they look like, sort of. From lessons and all that. But...yeah, I'm not either. My singing's just barely on key at best. My auntie tried me on pipes when I was little and they made some horrid sounds." She nods solemnly, not noticing the newest arrival to the galleries. In the galleries, Sria slips in, as unobtrusive as she can manage, her glance lured sands-ward and over those round forms almost immediately - it's another moment before she sends a brief smile to the stands' occupants and starts to climb the tiers. In the galleries, Rosel grins, "We sing a bit, while we travel. You know, to pass the time. But I'm not sure how good we sound. We'd just have fun with it. You know?" He seems not to notice Sri, yet, while he idly chats. Lhiannonth is interrupted in the middle of piling sand around her latest by another contraction. Rumbling to Taralyth she lets the bronze take over, stepping back as her dark gold hide quivers. Eyes half-closing in concentration, she shifts uncomfortably just before a colorful egg joins the others in the sand. With a satisfied whuff she quickly scoops the sand onto it. Weaver's Loom Egg The creamy beige hues of well sanded wood are splashed evenly across the smooth surface of this egg, providing a background against which straight lines of black and blue appear to be stretched. These 'warp threads' are neatly bisected by horizontal lines in a rainbow of colors, from the red glimmer of a ruby's depths to the blue shades of a Harper's tunic. At first glance this eye-catching mass of color and line appears disorderly and unruly, but upon closer inspection the order and beauty of the weaver's work become apparent. Josilina grins with something of a mischievious edge, "Oh, I know exactly what you mean! But it's all for the fun of it, really. I used to try and get my s--mm-people in my family to sing when we'd do chores and such. Helps things go along faster - oh look at /that/!" She exclaims, eyes widening at the new egg with it's colorful shell. "Oh, oh, oh! That's just /gorgeous/!" In the galleries, Sria attempts to stay unnoticed, for whatever reason, and settles a few rows above Rosel, to the side. The tilt of her head might mean she's listening, it might mean she's watching, but the only sound from her is the scratch of stylus against a partially-marked sheet of hide. Josilina's last exclamation can't help but draw her glance toward the goldrider, briefly. In the galleries, Rosel eyes Josilina at her pronouncement, "Hmm, it's certainly, colorful." He seems to think it's best to leave it at that. Then his grin is back, "So, no one in your family likes to sing while they work then?" In the galleries, Kiitarel strides up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. In the galleries, Mohria strolls up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. Josilina is idily scanning the galleries, eyes sliding over the not-too-large collection of people, "Well, I think mostly they thought I was being silly - " She breaks off, eyes widening as she spots a certain brownrider. Then she looks away, continuing just a little louder, "But you know, my family is really odd. And, y'know, I don't think they understood totally. But all families have quirks, right?" Her tone is nice and light. In the galleries, As soon as Mohria enters the Galleries, Chiridine swoops back in, and this time the little green just perches on the railing, peering down at the eggs intently. Mohria offers a wave to Josilina before following Kiitarel, smiling at the others in the gallery. In response to Lhiannonth's rumbles of discomfort, Taralyth croons to her, evoking a light croon in reply from the queen. The moment is soon lost however, as another contraction seizes hold and Lhiannonth lowers herself over a sandy hollow to relieve herself of a largely brown egg. She steps back to inspect the ovoid, warbling for Taralyth to do the same, lightly touching his neck with her muzzle as he comes over. Preoccupied Egg Loose, looped stripes leave the large, irregularly rounded egg with a sense of leathern bulk, stained as they are with shade after shade of smooth and close-grained brown, their reflective polish one of long Turns' wear and longer Turns' care: bulk, but also an unsuspected airiness, as if runner-straps had fallen from their hooks into one great heap, with who knows what nesting in the dark shadows between them. Closer inspection yields not only the illusion of shadow and space, but of cord and metal as well; the former glints irregular dots and dashes to reinforce the leathery coils, while the latter gleams here brighter, there duller, bits of showy brass alternating with cool, hard steel. In the galleries, Kiitarel waves to the gathered ones and skitters over as close as she can get to watch eagerly, ooh-ing and aah-ing as much as a 15 turn old girl would. In the galleries, Sria's stylus sweeps a vertical line, another scribble or two to the right, and then the brownrider's gaze skips from due concentration on the eggs, to Rosel - and then to Josilina, without meeting her glance. She's separated from other egg-gawkers on the tiers, quiet, and looking content to be so, but she does return Mohria's smile - before her attention's caught by the latest egg. In the galleries, Rosel chuckles, "Aren't all families just a little odd? I mean, after all, you know one of my sisters. She's rather, well, qwerky in my book, at times. But then, I think most of my family thinks I am. What with that hobby of mine." He gives a wink, then glances about at the activity behind him and nods to those he sees. Josilina returns Mohria's wave, offering one also to the newly entered Kiitarel, while she nods to Rosel. "Actually, I think I know more than one of your sisters." She admits, "Ellanor's your sister too, isn't she? Young girl? - Or then, I suppose she wouldn't be quite so young now anymore would she? I met her in Tillek a long while back." At the mention of the hobby she grins, asking with an innocent air, "Oh yes, how's that going?" For the new egg she simply intones, "Broooown. - But a pretty brown, really Lhia." In the galleries, Sria, once finished gawking at the newest arrival on the sands, jots something on her hide and turns careful eyes toward the clutchparents - pausing to return a nod Rosel's way, if a discreet one - and adding more lean writing to that sheet. In the galleries, Mohria strokes Chiridine, trying to soothe the restless green as she ooohs in appreciation of the newest egg. She turns to Kiitarel. "So, what happened with that man, shards, I forget his name...the one Riordanth was watching the other day." In the galleries, Kiitarel smiles over to Mohria. "Nyckave? Oh, nothing much." An innocent grin is cast over her shoulder. In the galleries, Rosel laughs, "You've met here too? Yes, well, she does rather like to run around at Tillek, when the family is there. She's always asking me to kill tunnel snakes for her, seems she's not overly fond of them." The lad gives another discreet wink. In the galleries, Mohria chuckles softly. "He's an interesting sort. Rio was a little concerned for a while, there." She grins. "Rio is so protective...it's so cute." Josilina breaks into a quiet laughter, shifting to rest most of her weight on her other foot. "Oh, I wonder why!" She exclaims to the last, before nodding, "Yes. We met back before I came to the Weyr. She was really nice and quite cute really." In the galleries, Kiitarel giggles. She mutters to Mohria, "... you... is... to... he seemed to..." More laughter follows. In the galleries, Sria folds her legs onto her seat to sit cross-legged, her fingers dangling near-forgotten stylus at one side. Her attention's on the sands - and probably nearby conversations, too. "Sruth's like that," is offered toward Mohria, with a smile for interrupting. "Protective, I mean." Her tone might indicate something of an understatement, there. In the galleries, Mohria mutters to Kiitarel. In the galleries, Mohria smiles at Sria and nods. "Is he? It's nice to have them around." A fond smile. In the galleries, Rosel just smiles broadly, "I can't say as how I'd have any idea why, really." And if you buy that, he's got swampland to sell you in the Igen area, "And she is still, nice, sweet and all that. I'll tell her you remember her. She'll be quite flattered. Unbearable even. Maybe I'll have to bring her a gift, too." In the galleries, Kiitarel nods. She mutters to Mohria, "... don't... if... almost /too/..." A smirk. "He's /alright/, I guess." In the galleries, Mohria chuckles, reaching out to pat Kiitarel on her shoulder. "Well, if it gets too strange, Rio would be more than happy to try some intimidating tactics that he's been working on." A grin. Josilina laughs, grinning widely, "Oh, do tell her! If you all are in Tillek now, maybe I'll try and pop on dow- " She breaks off, glancing at her lifemate, and then smiles ruefully. "Or possibly not. I'm going to have a time of it, getting used to being stuck here. But do tell her Josilina says hi and all. And if you're after a gift I'm sure there're all sorts of things you could find around the Weyr she might like." In the galleries, Sria smiles. "True. He was something awful at the start of weyrlinghood, but he'll insist I'm only saying that - he knows best, after all," she adds, dry. She then leaves off for yet another gaze of the sands, another fleeting glance toward Josilina. In the galleries, Mohria laughs, smiling at Sira. "They always do..." she murmurs. In the galleries, Carianna strolls up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. In the galleries, Rosel chuckles, "I'm quite sure she'll be pleased. Even if you can't pop over to visit. And yes, I'm sure I'll find something for her, to take back." In the galleries, Carianna carries a large tray as she mounts the stairs then pauses. "Anyone hungry?" Josilina glances over her shoulder at her lifemate, who is taking a brief rest. "Excuse me." She murmurs in Rosel's general direction, before starting towards the gold. Picking her way around the field of eggs, Josilina makes her way to the queen, gently stroking her neck, murmuring softly what are presumably words of encouragement. Lhiannonth croons in response, reaching back to whuffle at the girl's hair, before returning to the task at hand, taking a few shuffling steps to the right to deposit an egg in a sandy hollow that had been dug previously. Burgundy Red Egg The richness of colour draws the eye to this egg- deep, burgundy, almost liquid in nature. The wonderful, intoxicating colour could very well be in a goblet, swirled and held up to the light to check on its quality by a Master Vinter. In the galleries, Kiitarel hums slightly and grins as another egg arrives. She yawns a bit and rubs her eyes, watching quietly. "Sorry about that." Josilina apologizes, returning, though she doesn't give much of an explaination beyond, "I wanted to say hi. That one's red." Quite as if Rosel couldn't see for himself. "Quite pretty really." Spotting Carianna, she waves, "Hey, Cari!" She rises to her tiptoes, hoping maybe to make herself more visible, where she is on the sands. "Watcha got there?" She asks. In the galleries, Mohria shakes her head and smiles at Cari. "No, thanks." In the galleries, Sria glances over at the new arrival, "Cari!" is the greeting, not by any means loud, but evidently louder than she'd intended by the glance that darts toward the sands. New egg, though, and so more noting on her already-marked hidesheet. In the galleries, Carianna smiles as she turns then ohs and blinks at the addition of eggs. Finally catching sight of Josilina she chuckles. "Iced tea for you. I thought you could use something cool." The others are given nods before she sets down the tray then lifts a single glass and heads towards the rail. "I can leave it here if you like." In the galleries, Rosel smiles, "No apologies necessary. Quite understandable." He looks out over to the new egg and smiles, "I certainly like that one, much richer than your normal red, indeed." Well, if it's color that lady wants to talk about, color she gets, but he smiles at the arriving baker, "Deliveries even? My, imagine that." Josilina gives Carianna a somewhat worshipping, or at least grateful, look. "You're a wonder Cari. Thank you so much. I adore you. I'll never set foot in your kitchen and scare your apprentices again." She promises, standing on tiptoe and reaching upwards. "If you set it down next to the edge, I can reach, I think." To Rosel she notes, in a thoughtful tone, "It's a dark...burgundy I'd think. Maybe a little too red for that, but I think it fits." As she looks back up she grazes Sria's gaze briefly, before looking away. In the galleries, Mohria smiles and rises, "I'm going to go get some things done." She smiles at all present, giving a wave to whoever is watching as she edges out. In the galleries, Mohria walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl. In the galleries, Carianna starts to laugh as the glass is set down. "Don't make promises Josilina, that you can't keep." A wink follows the words then she turns and smiles towards the young man. "I aim to please but you'll have to help yourself. I know how quickly time passes out here and how one can overlook a meal." In the galleries, Rosel nods, "Yes, I'd have said burgundy too." He follows Josilina's gaze up to Sria and then lifts a brow as he glances from one to the other again. In the galleries, Kiitarel also notices the goings-on between Josi and Sria. She mutters to Rosel. In the galleries, Sria looks away as Jos does, first beyond, to the sands, then toward Cari's newly-arrived tray. "Nice of you, Cari." She doesn't reach for anything, however, despite placing her note-taking materials on the bench beside her - and she does offer a smile for Rosel's glance, oblivious to mutterings or what-might-be. Josilina graps the glass firmly before settling back down on her heels, holding the cup to her cheek. "Oooh. It's cool. Oooh. Bliss." She murmurs, eyes half closing, though she opens them again to grin at Cari, "Hey! It's not my fault your people are so paranoid of me touching their food!" She exclaims, tone that of mock-indigtation though her eyes glitter with humor. Of course, it's not without good reason that the kitchen staff is paranoid. Rosel's glance, if noticed, is ignored. Whuffling and snorting, Lhiannonth is urged by Taralyth to a spot the bronze has deemed as 'suitable'. Her wings spread and flutter slightly in agitation as she crouches over the chosen place, hide rippling. A rather oblong egg finally slips free, wobbling a little so it ends up on its side just before it's buried by the gold. Runner's Field Egg Buried on it's side, securely in the warm sand, nestles this fairly oblong egg. On one side it seems the bright green as if the fresh new grasses of spring, early come to growth. A dark shape, rather like a new foal, nestles to sleep in the safety of the tender looking shoots. As you circle past you see that the color deepens and then starts to fade to become more yellowed. Another splotch of a darker brown is here, as if a spirited runner races through tall rushes. Only it's head and neck above the tall strands, though a shadowed smear of bent stalks is left behind. In the galleries, Rosel smiles in reply to the brownrider, but seems at a bit of a loss in that department, He mutters to Kiitarel, "... I... been... other rider... then?" In the galleries, Kiitarel arcs an eyebrow. She mutters to Rosel, "... one... one... me?... Mohria..." In the galleries, Carianna chuckles again as she first takes in the riders then hears the comment from the sands below. Wiping her hands on her apron she then lifts a questioning eyebrow. "Everything ok Sria?" is asked hesitantly. In the galleries, Rosel shakes his head and nods towards Sria, even as Carianna gives her name, He mutters to Kiitarel, "No,... that... it?" In the galleries, Sria now does notice the muttering, and lifts an eyebrow inquisitively, before smiling at Carianna. "Sure," she replies, easily enough. "How're you? I haven't seen you in ages." In the galleries, Kiitarel nods. She mutters to Rosel, "... though... make... and... eachother..." Ponder. "Hmm..." Lhiannonth has begun to slim down some, the bulge and bulk of eggs no longer quite so apparent in her form, though it's still definitely there. She's also gotten into a definite rhythm: dig, crouch, lay, admire, bury, and repeat. Of course, rhythms are meant to be broken, and the long labor of the next egg slows the routine, a rather brown egg finally making its appearance only to be promptly nudged into place and buried. Journeyman's Boots Egg Dusty and brown and so very round this egg has the appearance of having rolled to the sands from a long distance away. Although the look here is indeed one of hard work there is no sense of advanced age. There is a youthful vigor in the strength of the brown hue, like sturdy hide designed to be durable. Medium in size, this egg is settled into the sands with a sense of being always a moment away from action. In the galleries, Rosel shrugs, at that, "Can't say that' I'd know." Then he turns his gaze to the eggs once more, "Now that's an interesting one." In the galleries, Kiitarel looks over and nods. "It /is/!" She squints at the new brown egg slightly. "I'm betting... that one will hatch a blue." In the galleries, Carianna pushes a few stray hairs off her brow then smiles. "I'm well. Been so busy in the kitchen I've not had much time to be out an about." At the mention of another egg she turns and peeks then hmms softly. "Lhiannonth has been busy. How many is that so far?" Josilina is fully involved with her iced tea, balanced on one foot and watching her lifemate as she savors the drink. "Coooooold." Her murmur might be heard. "Coldcoldcoldbliiiissss." It's a while before she's over the whole sensation thing, but by the time she is, it's time to comment on the newest egg. "So many brown eggs love. Beautiful, /beautiful/ brown eggs - best brown eggs I've ever seen. But terribly brown." Lhiannonth answers the girl with a rather tolerant snort. In the galleries, "Green," Sria puts in after Kittarel, almost absently, though it could likely be purposely targeted toward what was previous muttering. "I say." To Cari, she nods, "Good to hear, aside from being -so- busy - I think it's fifteen?" She checks her hide, and amends, "Seventeen, now." In the galleries, Rosel laughs, "Ahh, I'd take you up on that, but I'm not sure I'll be around to find out." He lowers his voice, too keep it from carrying out to the sands, "She always so on about color?" In the galleries, Kiitarel giggles and nods to Sria. "Perhaps!" She grins to Rosel and replies in the same volume. "Well... I don't know. She's infatuated with anything bright... I knitted her a scarf to match that hat of hers." She points to the said cap. "Perhaps she'd like more pink eggs? Or something painfully green..." In the galleries, Sria resists comment, perhaps, upon Rosel's question, and lets the others answer. "The clutch that Sruth - and Lhiannonth," she adds after moment's pause, "came from had a lot of brightly colored eggs. There was a -very- pink one," she notes to Kiitarel. Josilina glances back at the galleries, eyeing Sria through lowered lashes, over the top of her cup. Then, as if she were putting the glass back, which she's not, she rises to tiptoes, head poking up below the rail, around shoe-level of everyone up there. Glancing around, oh-so-subtle, she motions to Rosel to lean closer. Lhiannonth paces restlessly, though she's careful to not disrupt the eggs that are already nestled in the sand. Picking a spot slightly off to the side she claws out a hollow, depositing in it a silver-gray egg. She turns her head to inspect it, before warbling to Taralyth, stepping aside to allow him to help her bury it in the hot grains. Battered Scrap Metal Egg Silvery-gray gleams dully across this slightly lopsided egg's surface, one side slightly flatter than the other. Thin, pale streaks give the impression of scratches, and some irregular, shadowy spots give the illusion of dents in the shell. Overall, it looks a little beaten up, sitting slightly apart from the other eggs in the clutch. In the galleries, Carianna nods lightly in agreeance with Sria. "Oh yes I remember that one." Then in a lower voice she adds for the brownrider, "You know where to find me if you want to chat... about anything." With that she nods to the others gathered watching the clutching then sighs. "I best get back to work before dinner is scorched." In the galleries, Rosel chuckles and then notices the goldrider's attempt for his attention and moves to lean over, "Did you need something, Josilina?" In the galleries, Celebren comes out of his day dreaming and see's that there are a great many people about. In the galleries, Sria looks around at Carianna in mild surprise, and after a beat, smiles slightly. Her voice just as low, "Thanks, Cari. And same here, hey?" In her normal tone, and nearly-as-normal sarcasm, "Yes, because you -so- often burn dinner - take care." Josilina holds a finger to her lips, in a gesture for quiet, beckoning his head in close. "Do me a favor?" Her tone is a low whisper, "See that blonde?" She gestures to Sria with her fingertip, "Can you find out what she's writing?" She then drops back to the sands, waving to Carianna, "Aw, it won't get burned, I said I'd stop going in your kitchen remember?" She says with a wink. "See you Cari!" In the galleries, Carianna sticks out her tongue playfully at Sria then turns and heads down the stairs laughing as she waves to the others. "Something tells me she's miffed that Sruth isn't the sire of these eggs." Is heard as she parts from sight. In the galleries, Carianna walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl. In the galleries, Celebren strechs form his little nap, and looks at the sands to see there are more eggs. In the galleries, Rosel smiles and gives a wink, answering quietly, "As you wish, M'lady." He give a small bow and then, with a wave after the departing backer, moves back over by the remaining pair, "So have you two picked out favorites, yet?" Josilina mouthes 'Thank you!' after Rosel, before waving as she spots Celebren, "Hey! Wakey, wakey! You know, you're own bed would likely be much more comfortable. Those benches are all...not-very-comfortable." In the middle of doting on one of the earlier eggs, arranging the sand around it, Lhiannonth stiffens and retreats a step. Lowering herself closer to the sand, the muscles in the queen's sides contract, pushing forth a new, violet tipped egg. Tan Your Hide Egg It looks for all intents and purposes as if someone's tied a herdbeast hide over this egg. The creamy tan color smoothes evenly across the surface, pulled taut and stretched. Only the bottom of the egg remains uncovered by the hide, and a deep violet shell peeks out from where it touches the sand. Strangely, the line where the tan and violet meet is separated by a fingerwidth of rust brown, adding to the illusion that someone is getting their hide tanned here. In the galleries, Kiitarel hms? "Favorites..." She blinks and continues to study the sands. The new egg is greeted with a grin. "Maybe that one..." In the galleries, Sria chokes on something nonexistent for Cari's parting commentary, and though her eyebrows might just lift off her head, her only remark is respectfully muted. Oblivious to ulterior motives as Rosel approaches, she shakes her head, "Not yet. You? Oh - I'm Sria, by the way. Though it seems you might have already discovered that." She smiles, however, the remark only indication and not accusation. Her notes are still on the bench beside her, and upon the arrival, she lifts the stylus to note something. In the galleries, Celebren grins sheepishly "got lost in thought" he says to Josilina, then waves to Sria "evening" In the galleries, Rosel takes a convenient seat on the beach, close at hand to the notes, "Hmm, several of them are rather nice. I think I like the burgudy one myself, but I've not gotten a clear look at all of them, yet." He offers a hand then, "Rosel, by the way. And yes, I did. Your dragon is Sruth, the baker said? Why does she think that Josilina is upset about that?" In the galleries, Kiitarel smiles and points to two eggs. One is the Miner's glory, the other the Lilting Melodies. "Those two're my favorite..." She ponders quietly and looks over to the pair. Noting the conversation, she decides to save her own introduction for later and simply listen. Josilina murmurs something that sounds like, "More brown." In responce to the newest egg, though she calls out praise for Lhiannonth all the same. She doesn't seem to have heard Carianna's parting comment either, as she still says nothing on it. Lucky that. "Ooh. Well I know how that can be. Hopefully it was good thought. What d'you think of this new one?" She asks Celebren. In the galleries, Celebren chuckles to Josilina "It's pretty, and it reminds me of the last time I went wandering and got home an hour before sunrise" In the galleries, Sria finally notices Celebren - having been discreet, herself, for awhile, it's a wonder she hadn't, and offers bright greeting, "'Evening, there. Not put to work by your uncle at the moment, I see?" To Rosel, "Well met, Rosel - and yes, Sruth's mine. Or rather, I'm his. That was Carianna," and she brushes it off, "Oh, who knows. -Bakers-," she jests, very much a tease, and then nods toward Kiitarel, "Have you two met?" In the galleries, Celebren smiles at Sria "no he said that I could watch the clutching" "Oooh, you mean with the purpley strip?" Josilina asks, gesturing to the purple on the egg before it gets covered in sand. "You're right, it does sort of look like that." She agrees with Celebren. "I hadn't thought of that." In the galleries, Kiitarel ehs? "Oh! Er... Don't think so." She offers a smile and a slightly damp hand in greeting. "Kiitarel, laundress by trade." In the galleries, Rosel shakes his head, "Not officially, I don't think. Well met, Kiitarel." He lifts a brow, "So does she not like the clutches sire then, that she might prefer your brown?" He sneaks a peek, down at the notes. In the galleries, Sria nods to Cel, "Generous of him," she smiles, before the debatably foolish move of placing her notes back on the bench near Rosel, writing up-facing. "Oh, no," she's quick to assure. "Trust me, she wouldn't prefer Sruth. Nor would I. The clutchsire is Taralyth," and she nods that-a-way, "Telgar's I'sai's." Lhiannonth's rest is short lived, as she settles down on the sand, only to rise to her feet again, the tip of her tail flicking and swishing in agitation. Her nest digging is hurried, and the sand forms a pile just beside it. And it's that pile that the egg ends up leaning against, outside rather than inside the hollow, either due to the queen's growing fatigue, or her haste. Nutty Numbweed Egg This winter sky's gray egg leans against a pile of sand. It is dingy with just a hint of red as an under color that can be seen around the edges. Splotches extend out from the center as if big drops from a storm cloud fell on it. It is a rather small egg compared to the others around it. In the galleries, Rosel glances out at the bronze, "Can't say I know him. But then I don't know too many riders. Don't see why she'd be upset by that anyway. It's usually better if a bronze catches, isn't it?" He gives a charming smile, "I'm afraid I only have second hand information on such matters, but..." He looks back, and when her attention slides again, he takes a longer look at the notes. In the galleries, Kiitarel spies the new egg with a blink. "Well... that's a nice one..." She says haltingly. "Interesting enough... In the galleries, Celebren nods and oohs as the newest egg "it is... unique" is the word he choose to use. In the galleries, "No, I wouldn't say that." Sria replies to Rosel, quickly. "This clutch could have a gold egg -" and she pauses, a moment - "which a clutch by a brown sire wouldn't have, but that's the only solid difference I've noticed. And she wasn't upset," comes a seamless lie. "We simply wouldn't want Sruth chasing Lhiannonth, because their riders are sisters." Moving on, she proceeds to comment, "That's a nice color," before jotting down another few notes. Josilina straightens up a bit as she sees Lhiannonth start to lay another egg, peering forward with interest as it comes into view. Her eyes widen and she looks close to spitting her mouthful of tea out, but she swallows it with great effort. She gurgles, "Gray..." Stare. "Of course it's...g...gorgeous Lhia." That looked like it hurt. "You shouldn't let That Bronze make you have gray eggs." She mutters into her cup. Right. When they're gray, they're Taralyth's eggs. Sria's comment on color wafts down to her ears and she makes no attempt to hide the glare she shoots up into the galleries.
In the galleries, Rosel just blinks at that, "Sisters?" Then smiles, "Ahh, so your spatting over something then? That's when my sisters stop talking. to each other and get all funny about stuff." So says the expert?
In the galleries, Celebren catches the stare that Josilina gives, and shutters if looks could kill.
In the galleries, Alaida meanders up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. In the galleries, Sria doesn't return Josilina's glare, but remarks to Rosel, "Something like that," and then looks around, "Is it so obvious? We usually don't get along, after all." To -some- degree.
In the galleries, Alaida dashes in, flinging a glove off and actually loosing it over her shoulder. She halts, quickly snatching it up, then turns back around."I heard.... she.. clutched. " she gets out breathlessly.
In the galleries, Sria turns to Alaida, welcome distraction, from where she's seated in the tiers with the others. "Hi there, Alaida - and yes, it seems that way," she says with a smile. "I don't think you've missed it all, but you'll have to ask." Lhiannonth goes over to crouch near Taralyth, who is examining one of the more recent eggs, crooning softly at him. The exchange is, however, interrupted by yet another egg, the small, whitish egg making a quiet, discreet entrance into the world. Stepping to the side a bit, Lhiannonth allows Taralyth to move it into a place of his choosing, busying herself with scooping another hollow out a few feet away. Farviewer Lens Egg While small and easily overlooked, this egg seems to catch the light just right. It seems to have almost no colour of it's own at all, but is rather a bright, shiny white that reflects soft colours. As you gaze at it more intently, the reflected colours disappear and it almost seems you can see right through it, to a far away place. In the galleries, Rosel laughs, "Is it that obvious? You two are just giving each other those looks and all. I'll grant I don't know if this is different or not. It just seems you two are all frosty to each other." In the galleries, Alaida looks down, grinning. "She isn't done yet? How many so far? " In the galleries, Sria adds another scribble to much-marked hide, and replies, "Twenty-one, now," with a nod to the newest. To Rosel, "Ah. -Those- looks. Those are pretty customary. You said you have siblings, you know how it is, hmm?" Josilina manages to murmur out a dazed bit of encouragement and praise at the new egg's arrival, but she's still staring into her glass that has only a little bit of tea left, looking vaguely traumatized. "Nnngggnnn." She tells her cup. In the galleries, Alaida grins. "Very impressive for only five Turns left of Fall. " Lhiannonth has begun to droop, pausing to rest as much as she's able between eggs. She's also considerably slimmer, sides and belly no longer lumpy with the eggs within. Patiently, she holds herself just above an indent in the sands as her sides ripple with contractions. When she steps back the hollow bears a yellow and brown egg, and receives an admiring exclamation from Josilina and a croon from it's mother. Haypile Egg Once this egg is properly surrounded by sand it becomes a very familiar sight to any Herder Apprentice. The yellow, brown and sunshine colours blend perfectly, forming shadows and highlights, light dancing off the 'strands of hay'. As inviting a pile of hay is to roll in, it is guaranteed that Lhiannonth would be quite upset if anyone attempted to roll on this egg. In the galleries, Rosel grins, "I suppose they might be common at that. I just would have thought at a time such as this, you'd have something to say to each other. That's why I figured a spat." He looks up at the other rider, "Five turns? I was thinking it was to be seven more? Or is there a new thought on that?" In the galleries, Alaida smiles lightly, perhaps in memory of something. She hmms and glances to Rosel. "Uh...What? " she asks as if not listening. In the galleries, "Seven," Sria says on reflex, after Alaida, before pausing as if to doublecheck automatic calculation, and then for Rosel's words. Then, again, "Seven." Another few scribbles, and she adds, wry, "We have things to say to each other, but not all nice things." In the galleries, Alaida furrows her brows. "7 turns still? Hrm. Must have done my calculations wrong then. " Josilina does indeed offer a positive exclaimation over the newest egg. Yellow is good. Yellow is reviving. Yellow is not a color that signals the world's end. She's definatly over the Gray Trauma enough to end her discussions with her cup. Jos even goes so far as to look back into the galleries again, glaring freely at Sria, before asking cheerfully, "Seven turns until what? I wasn't listening." She was too busy gibbering. In the galleries, Alaida smiles and waves to Jos. "Until the end of the Pass. " <=HRW=> F'min says, "Are my eyes deceiving me or are Cari and that logger headed bat-fowling boar pig on tonight?" In the galleries, Rosel nods back to Sria, "That's what I thought." Then pauses and smiles to Josilina as she heads back over, "You want me to fill that cup back up for you?" Lhiannonth emits a quiet grunt of effort as she strains over a freshly scooped hollow, tail twitching. Taralyth offers a croon of support, and receives a gentle nuzzle in return as the gold finally rises, leaving behind an egg colored in swirls of red and orange. Warbling to the bronze, Lhiannonth leaves their newest egg in his care as she goes to lay yet another. Forge's Fury Egg Stout and broad, this egg is capped in swirls of a thick, black hue that chokes off the more vibrant colors that blaze across the rest of the shell. Below the smoky top yellows, oranges and reds smolder in a barely controlled inferno, flickering and blending together in an untraceable fashion. For indeed, there's no pattern to the swirls of color, they twist and writhe across the exterior of the egg with a will and power of their own, restrained only by the shell's limits. Josilina returns Alaida's wave with a smile, "Oh, hello Alaida, I didn't see you come in. Oooh! Until that. Right. Yeah - seven turns." Rosel gets a look of Eternal Gratefulness. "Could you? That'd be fabulous. Oh, and did you find out? About, you know, -that thing-?" The Subtle One asks, putting a great deal of feeling into those last two words. The new egg distracts her, like a shiny thing distracts a toddler, "Oooh. Pretty.." In the galleries, Alaida looks up suddenly and smiles brightly even as a green flies from the aerial entrance and lands on one of the lower ledges. In the galleries, Rosel stands, with a flourish, bowing to Jos, "My pleasure, my lady." And no one notices that slide of hand, do they. Hides that were there are now gone as the lad heads to fetch the glass from Josilina.
In the galleries, Sria rolls her eyes slightly, and otherwise pays no outward attention to Josilina. She taps her stylus against her palm, glancing over Lhiannonth again, and then moves to place it on that hidesheet. Instead of hitting hide, however, it hits stone, though Sri seems not to notice, for the moment. Josilina hands over the glass, though she ducks her head slightly upon catching sight of Sria's eyeroll and...is that a bit of a smirk? Her eyes widen though, as she finds something else, a hide, in her hand in place of the glass, and in a surprising moment of discreetion she tucks it in a pocket. The labor for this egg is short lived, Lhiannonth not spending more than a moment crouched over the sand before she can step back to reveal a white egg with grainy markings. She nuzzles the soft egg, warbling proudly before piling sand around it. Dust of Sky-Broom Egg Unvarnished grains of sky-broom wood could have been sprinkled over a blank white egg upon the hatching sands, for that could be what one might think when the first glimpse has been given. A blank, echoing whiteness appears to be the only shade of color upon this egg, spreading from crown to near-base. Upon a second glance, however, the uneven trails of sky-broom sawdust glare into view. Contrived of various shades of wood, the dust takes an erratic course over the shell's countenance. Looping crazily, it eventually ends up at the base, and then solidifies into an odd, jagged marking, resembling a piece of discarded wood. From afar, Sria grins and snugs. But you never know, there is a bit on the top that might be more than an egg tally. :) Here...this is what Rosel saw upon those brief glances, that Jos might if she looked quickly: It's nothing too interesting, from what he might be able to see with that quick glance... It's definetely in shorthand, a tally marked on top.'. / You paged Rosel with 'Yep, still boring. :) Sria puts a diagonal slash through four tallies, making four sets of five, and adds a brief description to a list of the eggs - color, relative size, and another few squiggles Rosel probably can't decipher, before and after each description. The writing above the list looks like quickly-jotted notes, but not related to this clutch'. In the galleries, Another few moments, and Sria's already standing as that next egg is laid, and it's this luck that she doesn't immediately move to update her notes. Instead, the egg gets its due study before she descends the risers to the entrance. "Sruth tells me I'm needed - take care," she murmurs, before one last look toward the sands, and she slips out. In the galleries, Sria walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl. In the galleries, Rosel fills the glass up from the pitcher of tea, left at hand. His gaze turning to the newest egg, "I never imagined they had such variety. I mean, Elie told me, but.." He returns with the glass, handing it down, carefully. In the galleries, Kiitarel smiles. "Another... brownish white..." Josilina accepts the glass with a grateful grin - a doubly grateful one even. "Thanks Rosel! Really. I owe you one." She sends a few unrestrained glares and less-than-pleasent looks to Sria's retreating back, though they seem to have no purpose beyond entertaining her petty side. Tea is sipped with a few pleased murmurs of, "Mmmmm, cooold." Before she calls out a cheery, "Lovely dear!" To Lhiannonth. Lhiannonth watches Taralyth carefully look over the last egg as she rakes the sand in front of her delicately with her talons. She continues this practice for a time, before uttering a rumble of satisfaction and turning to deposit an egg there, the new arrival a dark contrast to the previous, light egg. Apprentice's Slate Egg Scrawling marks in a shimmering ecru twist over a backdrop of darkest slate. There is a lack of experience here, as with all new things, but there is also a natural talent that could at time lead towards this egg reaching it's best in...all things eggy? No telling really, for a shell is just a shell, and this one like any other has many long days to spend hardening in the heated embrace of the sands. I'sai has connected. In the galleries, Rosel chuckles, "Nothing too it. No trouble at all. But I'll remember you said so." And traders brat that he is, he likely will. Josilina cradles the glass next to her cheek, murmuring, "Coldcoldcold, oh niiiice and cold." But she's not obsessive, oh no. Not lowering the cup she looks up at Rosel, nodding, "Sounds good! So how've you liked your first clutching so far?" I'sai emerges from around Taralyth's bulk, shaking out his hair with a hand so sand falls out of it, muttering something about exuberant dragons - but his tone is fond enough, and he pauses to look the pair over before heading towards the galleries and the cold-things-keeper. In the galleries, Alaida raises an eyebrow as she watches I'sai silently while she sits there. Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth glitters with diamondine smugness, reflecting blue after blue after -blue-, and all of them beholden to sky rather than sand: look, aren't they something, look what they did, look what -she- did. In the galleries, Rosel smiles charmingly, "Ahh now, I wouldn't have missed it. Been a very interesting time indeed." In the galleries, Kiitarel grins slightly at Rosel's antics, diverting her eyes back to the sands.
"Hello." Josilina greets the sandy I'sai politely. She can be civil, marvel! "What'd he do?" She adds, presumably in referance to the bronze. The glass doesn't budge from up by her face. "Interesting." She echos Rosel with a smile, "Indeed it's that." Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth indulges himself in admiring those glints, tired as the two of them are - all right, as _she_ is, for all the energy he's sought to lend her - « And so many ways to arrange them! » Clusters, spirals, lines and curves... In the galleries, Rosel gives the bronzerider a polite nod, then smiles again to Josilina, adding, "For more than just the colors." Josilina arches her eyebrows, leaning in just a bit, She mutters to I'sai, "You... her? I haven't... hadn't really... be honest.... maybe... you're all...sand-dusted." I'sai senses "Josilina arches her eyebrows, leaning in just a bit, "You mean her? I haven't a clue. I hadn't really noticed to be honest. Ask her? Or maybe it's 'cause you're all...sand-dusted."" I'sai hunts up something to drink of his own, even if it's not so -cold-, if after giving Alaida a moment's quizzical, hook-browed look in exchange; to Josi, "It's the digging, the rearranging, the.... -something-. You watch, every grain in this place will have been moved by the time they're done." He calls up, then, "What's interesting?" In the galleries, Alaida twitches her lips in a light smile, seeming amused. "The clutching. " she replies back. " Josilina crinkles her nose good naturedly at Rosel, "-I- happen to think the color's are the best part. 'Cept for the whole...they're-Lhia's-babies factor of course." She chuckles at I'sai, shrugging, "I don't care /what/ they do, as long as ...well, I don't know actually. But if it looks pretty, that's a bonus." Fatigue edges just about all of the gold's movements now, as she tiredly scoops out a final hollow. She makes little show in laying her last egg, letting the soft, cream-colored ovoid drop into place without fanfare. She does, however, make a point to bury it well before, with a croon to Taralyth and her own lifemate, she curls up to rest, though she doesn't move far from the eggs, tail curled protectively towards them. Threadfall Chart Egg A pale cream colour, this egg looks soft and velvety to the touch. At a closer look, the fine lines of a deeper cream colour spinnerweb across the egg, reminiscent of a high quality hide. There are more obvious blank ink lines sweeping across the egg at irregular intervals and deeper, barely an impression, are what could be land masses and for ones that have seen a threadfall chart in the past will be eerily reminded of the threat against Pern. Lhiannonth> Taralyth senses that Lhiannonth doesn't much care for arranging, but doesn't seem to care if they are put into designs either. « Ours. » Is her final, exhausted sending, traces of the glints still sparkling as sleep invades quickly.
"Oooooh." Josilina breathes, looking towards the dragons. "Hey look, she's done. 'Scuse me..." She rests her glass at the top of the gallery wall, and trots off, weaving between the sand covered eggs. She stops at Lhiannonth's head, stroking the already sleeping gold lovingly and planting a reverant kiss on the side of her head before trotting back, collecting her glass again. "Shells. That was...something. Long. I think I need thicker shoes." In the galleries, Rosel chuckles, "Hmm, yes. That has been quite interesting, the, ah colors." He grins and adds, "Though I think the entire process has been quite fun to see. I've learned a fair bit too. However, I should go see if I can catch that sister of mine. Seems like I've been chasing her all over this place." He pauses to watch the new egg, then smiles, "That's it then?" Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth confirms the possessiveness with a wordless shield above them, beyond them, translucent shades of ever-shifting blue and green that intermingle as lightly as a soap bubble but stronger, stronger by far. In the galleries, Kiitarel stretches and yawns. "Well! That was..." Mind search. "Compelling! I'm very happy for you all." She nods to the folk and their lifemates on the sands. Josilina stifles a yawn then, finishing the rest of the iced tea in a few quick gulps. "I /really/ need thicker shoes actually. And food. Food's nice too. And...other stuff." She glances at I'sai, "I'll be back later, alright? Soon even." To the galleries she calls, "Thanks for coming! And it was nice talking to you Rosel. Glad you got to see a clutching! And thanks Kii!" With a last grin she scurries off.
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