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|flight=5 September, 2015 <br> Day 25, Month 9, Turn 38
|clutching=2 October, 2015 <br> Day 22, Month 12, Turn 38
|egg=Scary Places
|dragon=Things That Go Bump In The Night
|home=A mere ten days after Niahvth rose to take the weyrleadership, Roszadyth followed her lead and rose for her maiden flight. Despite a whole array of foreign bronzeriders, it was local bronze Lythronath who caught the queen, resulting in a second clutch for the northern Weyr.


Despite being a much longer flight than Niahvth's (and the resultant speculation that she might have an enormous clutch of her own), Roszadyth laid a fairly normal-sized clutch of thirteen eggs. Still, with Niahvth's fifteen already there, it's a larger clutch than High Reaches has had since the days of the Pass... and candidate numbers are not huge.

Aside from the death of one of High Reaches' wingleaders (and the accusations of murder that accompanied it), High Reaches was relatively stable between clutching and hatching, for once. Less than three sevens after Niahvth's clutch hatched, Roszadyth's clutch joined it, adding to High Reaches' numbers a surprise (and not even ''necessary'') queen, two bronzes, two browns, three blues and five greens.
|credits='''Egg Writers:''' Aiden, Alida, A'rist, Edyis, Everett, Farideh, Faryn, Jocelyn, K'del, Leova, Lycinea, Ulyana

'''Candidates:''' Aiden, Everett, Faryn, Jocelyn, Lycinea, Rategar, Serin, Silva

'''Insta Candidates:''' Ellerey, Nikalas, Torlynna
 
'''Dragon Writers:''' Alida, Edyis, Farideh, H'vier, Irianke, K'del

'''Dragon Editors:''' K'del, Leova

'''NPC Emits:''' K'del, Z'kiel

'''Dragon Puppeteers:''' Alida, Farideh, H'vier, Irianke, K'del, Leova

'''Search Committee:''' Alida, Drex, Edyis, Farideh, H'vier, Irianke, K'del, Leova, Z'kiel
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!Colors
!Dragon
!Name
!Eventual Wing
!Status
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{{!}}Gold
{{!}}Aidavanth
{{!}}Jocelyn
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{{!}}PC
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{{!}}Bronze
{{!}}Asaroth
{{!}}T'gar
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{{!}}PC
{{!}}-
{{!}}Bronze
{{!}}Zoth
{{!}}V'ret
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{{!}}PC
{{!}}-
{{!}}Brown
{{!}}Lisuth
{{!}}T'zul
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{{!}}NPC
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{{!}}Brown
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{{!}}
{{!}}NPC
{{!}}-
{{!}}Blue
{{!}}Khajith
{{!}}N'klas
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{{!}}Insta
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{{!}}Blue
{{!}}Quarinth
{{!}}S'rin
{{!}}
{{!}}PC
{{!}}-
{{!}}Blue
{{!}}Zaiseryth
{{!}}Silva
{{!}}
{{!}}PC
{{!}}-
{{!}}Green
{{!}}Evyth
{{!}}Lys
{{!}}
{{!}}PC
{{!}}-
{{!}}Green
{{!}}Virisceth
{{!}}Ellerey
{{!}}
{{!}}Insta
{{!}}-
{{!}}Green
{{!}}Violith
{{!}}Torlynna
{{!}}
{{!}}Insta
{{!}}-
{{!}}Green
{{!}}
{{!}}
{{!}}
{{!}}NPC
{{!}}-
{{!}}Green
{{!}}
{{!}}
{{!}}
{{!}}NPC
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|egg-list====Down Once More Egg===
Black, blacker, blackest: this squat egg is ''dark'', a near-oblong mass of inky swirls that appears to have little else on display at a first glance. Its shell isn't wholly smooth, sprinkled with a fine dusting of grayish-browns and slimy greens in random, chaotic patterns along its length. If the light should hit it in just the right manner, thin tendrils of a taupe more reminiscent of the latrines than a good neutral for decor appear to curl upward, downward, sideways in clumpy patterns.

'''Inspiration:''' Staring down into a hair-toothpaste-soap-gunk clogged drain is never a pleasant sight (or smell). Shudder-inducing enough in my book to fall under creepy ''and'' gross.

'''Credit:''' Jocelyn


===Oppressive Vessel Egg===
Greys and blacks' uneasy shadows insinuate themselves upon this egg like so many unsettling realities into a sleeper's subconscious. Those claustrophobic spaces grow increasingly confined from base to tip, channeled along maze-like corridors before meeting beads of seeming-moisture that appear to ooze from above... and drip. At first there might seem no escape from the nightmarish hues, but broken into one asymmetrical side is a lighter blotch of stuttering sodium yellow. Relief. Safety. At last. ''Except'' for how its surrounding jagged edges glint, when light hits the shell's curve just right, as might gaping metal teeth that promise a monstrous death.

'''Inspiration:''' Based off of the innards of the commercial towing ship 'Nostromo' from the 'Alien' movie. The winding, claustrophobic, metallic confines of much of the vessel set the perfect stage for the hidden terror of the xenomorph to evolve.

'''Credit:''' Alida


===Doomed in Darkness Egg===
It must be a trick of the light, that white-hot glow that swirls madly amid incandescent reds and blistering oranges. When looked at for too long, the colors might even seem to spin beneath the vast spatters of charred black that coat the entire surface of this large egg: not smoothly but erratically, thick here and thin there as with some wild, primal tempo.

'''Inspiration:''' Lava Pit from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom ([http://www.theraider.net/films/todoom/gallery/makingof/mo_77.jpg image])

'''Credit''': Edyis


===Pasty Screaming Egg===
Much of one 'side' of this egg is a pasty white, broken only in the center by what looks like a distorted dark red mouth - as though pressing against the egg from the inside, trapped - and 'above' it, two black blotches spaced like eyes, the more sinister for how blank and staring they may seem. Beyond, the majority of the egg is a large splash of bright red, the tendrils of its edges a stark contrast to the white, impassioned face. 

'''Inspiration:''' Some people find clowns scary, so I thought a scary place would be a clown car where they're all squished together. This egg was inspired by the the thought of a clown with his face pressed against the window. The actual clown description is inspired by Pennywise in IT as portrayed by Tim Curry in the TV miniseries.

'''Credit:''' Aiden


===Death By Pink Egg===
A faint flush of pink bedecks this egg's shell, creating a filmy, frilly backdrop that might be quite lovely, actually, if it weren't for the more garish shades that overwhelm the rest. It's as if someone took the pink and magnified it: not only frivolous polka dots in fuschia, but magenta fronds that curl their way up towards that pointed end, like an insidiously creeping nightmare. Towards the lower curve, so often tucked into the sand as if to hide it from the world, those pinks grow brighter still - blinding and brilliant, potentially terrifying in their vibrance.

'''Inspiration:''' The bedrooms of little girls. You know the kind. 

'''Credit:''' K'del


===The End (is Near...) the Beginning Egg===
Thinly embossed, geometric lines cover this egg so densely as to make it appear black from a distance. Up close, they're simply neatly oriented and tiny paths, a maze on chalky white, and given time could probably be navigated all the way around the shell to the inevitable conclusion. Or could they? It's easy to lose track of where the path started: to have to turn around, to try again. The exit has to be ''somewhere''. 

'''Inspiration''': Nothing's scarier than a place so twisty turny confusing you can get lost in it; fictional labyrinths are one thing, but real life places like the Odessa Catacombs and stories like this are another. ([http://weekinweird.com/2014/12/29/gruesome-discovery-beneath-odessa-catacombs-illustrates-dangers-urban-exploration/ image])

Credit: Faryn


===What Burns Beneath Egg===
Green squares separated by white lines cover this egg nigh in its entirety, as if a map had been smoothed to the rounded surface. It even has clusters of cothold-blocky shapes, along with the larger green blotches of trees. Yet, something seems slightly amiss - or ''a mist'', if one were to look closer at the base. Great cracks and fissures appear to have formed on the shell, but it's as much an illusion as the shifting gray and white smoke that billows as though to cover the rest of the too-settled terrain.

'''Inspiration:''' Oh, Centralia, Pennsylvania. A fire started in the underground coal mines back in 1962 - and it's believed that it will continue to burn for another 250 years. The city is largely abandoned, though there are a few residents that remain. The place might not look too dangerous on the surface, but there are signs of the fire in the form of warning signs, vents, and fissures that spew smoke and steam.

'''Credit:''' Ulyana


===Do Not Approach the Dog Park Egg===
A band of electrified paleness wraps an eccentric orbit about this otherwise featureless obsidian egg. Only occasionally, from the corner of one's eye, might one glimpse an elusive sight: the semblance of hooded figures, their shadows parading darkly along just the right - or the wrong - segment of the band, arising where the shell's closer to matte than shine.

'''Inspiration:''' "Citizens are not even supposed to be consciously aware of the dog park, so they could not possibly be receiving a menacing and unearthly voice instructing listeners to bring precious metals and toddlers to the dog park! Dog park! That could never, ever be real." - Night Vale Mayor Pamela Winchell

'''Credit:''' Everett


===The Pit(s) Egg===
Stickily black, the egg glistens and draws and sucks and pulls: what could well be an inescapable and seductive darkness, with unfathomable, irresistible depths promised beneath its surface. It persists over the whole of the shell, greedily gobbling up the light that hits it but in those few places - the pessimistically bubbling tip, the subtle ridges and sinister curves along its sides - whence glints a sickly ocherous brown, as though mockingly playing over the remnants of other struggles against its limits.

'''Inspiration:''' It's a tar pit. Pretty scary, if you're a wandering dinosaur. Or, you know, anything that steps into it.

'''Credit:''' A'rist


===False Sense of Security Egg===
It's perfect! ''Too perfect''. This oblong egg sports a length of cream in delicately creased perfection across one half of the shell, its edges seeming to dangle as though to hide the shadows that envelop the rest. Dotted across the cream at measured intervals are whiter circles with a smattering of organized color. Along the center of the cream is a streak of pale pink mixed with peach and plum accents with little dollops of bright yellow that might pass for lights. It's inviting. It's lovely. It's a trap.

'''Inspiration:''' One of the scariest of scary places: the dinner table where you meet your significant other's parents for the first time. Mommy Ros and Daddy Lynner, anyone? 

'''Credit:''' Lycinea


===The Unsea Egg===
This rock is smooth, matte, and solid onyx - wait, no, that's not a stone! It's just another egg, that happens to be completely devoid of any other color but pitch black. Medium in size and perfectly symmetrical otherwise, its inky surface lends an ominous effect... and the question of just what monster might lurk beneath.

'''Inspiration:''' The Shadow Fold (aka The Unsea) is a swath of darkness, which  cuts the fictional country of Ravka in half, in Leigh Bardugo's Grisha trilogy. It's complete and utter darkness within 'the fold', and inside  lurks unspeakable monsters, once men, that seek to destroy anyone who steps within the dark.

'''Credit:''' Farideh


===Out of Order Egg===
The sallow shell has a roughness to it, patterned with overlapping angles like a riffled deck of cards... but run amuck. What might once have been cottony cream has yellowed towards old ivory, particularly those angled edges attacked as though by acid. Worse, though: the base's smooth and logical pattern disrupted as it rises, a wildly demonic tumult that rips and creases and ''disorders'' until the tip's merely a piled mass.

'''Inspiration:''' This raw deal isn't just playing cards, but a ''card catalogue'' flown out of order in the days before computers. ('Ghostbusters' was on TV the other night, and it wasn't the slime that was scary!)

'''Credit:''' Leova


===Under the Bed Egg===
Too obscured by dusty grey to be fully in the realm of perception, what shapes and patterns there are on this shell are left to slip all too easily into the realm of imagination. Are those striations mere stretches from its formation, or the traces of claws dragged form the known to the unknown? Were those animalistic splotches ever only innocent speckles? At times its silhouette might seem too round, too squat to be an egg, but rather the crouching form of some lurking creature, biding its time, waiting for the dark.

'''Inspiration:''' We're all grown adults who know exactly what's not under the bed, right?

'''Credit:''' A'rist

== Honorable Mentions == 

We had a lot of egg submissions this time, and unfortunately we were simply unable to use them all; it was really hard narrowing the list down. Nonetheless, we appreciate all the effort and creativity that went into them, so we would like to make note of all the others here:

* Hollow Happiness Egg (Faryn, amusement ride ‘mouth’)
* A Little Too Perfect Egg (Faryn, Lovecraft County)
* Awful Effigies Egg (Ulyana, Island of the (drowned) Dolls)
* Black Sea of Trees Egg (Ulyana, Suicide Forest in Japan)
* Solitary Confinement Egg (Jocelyn, USS Yorktown)
* Shadowed Foliage (Aiden, lost in the forest)
* All is Well Egg (Faryn, ‘The Ring’)
* Tiny Enclosed Egg (Faryn, claustrophobic spaces)
* Solemn in Spirit (Ulyana, St. Georges Church robes)
* City of Bones Egg (Farideh, Paris catacombs)
|npc-list='''Dark brown and young man'''

The End (Is Near...) the Beginning Egg fairly erupts, mere seconds after the candidates arrive, spilling out a dark brown who takes a long moment to recover. Deep-set red eyes then fixate almost immediately on one young man, and the hatchling rushes his way with disturbing speed. His talons sink into the youth's robe possessively and the young dragon utters a sharp bray of a rumble, soon answered by his chosen's muffled mutter. 


'''Green Violith and Torlynna''' (PC)

A wintry-green hatchling lets out a raucous squawk while tugging a wing from the half shell that's left from the Out of Order egg, only to face-dive into the sand when she's suddenly released. Temporarily blinded, she furiously flaps herself free of this new obstacle, tumbling away until at last she falls into a growling, trumpeting heap... until a candidate seems called to aid her. "Oh -- I --" The big woodcrafter girl looks around and then her shoulders stiffen. "Of course I'll help you, Violith." Torlynna glowers this way and that, as though ''daring'' anyone to stop her, as she stomps across to the tangle of hatchling to help clear her green's bejeweled eyes.


'''Blue Khajith and N'klas''' (PC)

The Under the Bed Egg has been working on escape for a while now: a crack here, a fracture there, a fallen gray fragment following. It's still almost whole when its greyed blue hatchling skulks out from the cavern he'd created in its base -- and abruptly startles, because ''light''. And beings. And... N'klas, once Nik, who leaves his sulky brother behind in unabashed delight. Even as they're ushered off the sands, he's talking a mile a minute already, about Khajith and to Khajith while the still-little dragon appears to get every word and, better, get ''him''.


'''Green and young woman'''

A squawk emits faintly from the False Sense of Security egg, mere seconds before it begins to crack. The fissures widen quickly as pale green talons pierce and yank to finally rend the inhabitant's prison. The green that stumbles awkwardly forth is so dark as to be nearly black, and staggers awkwardly toward the line of candidates, her too-large wings dragging upon the sands. A young woman finally steps forward and motions at the green, which seems to do the trick; the hatchling utters a final cry, and the brunette steps forward to help her. Impression is a certainty.


'''T'zul and ruddy brown Lisuth''' (NPC)

With a shudder, Do Not Approach the Dog Park Egg finally cracks open, allowing a ruddy brown muzzle to thrust out of it. He stumbles a bit over his too-large paws and utters a dismayed sound when he ends up, chest first, in the sand. Once he gains his feet again, though, he doesn't take much longer to find his chosen -- a teenager from the caverns. The brown butts his head into his new lifemate's middle, which earns him a solid rubbing behind the headknobs and a laugh.


'''Lean and lurid green and young man'''

It's one of the last eggs upon the sands, and still The Unsea Egg breaks open without fanfare, leaving a lean and luridly green hatchling in its wake. She points her pointed muzzle right at the nearest candidates and unhesitatingly darts that way, tripping and tumbling in her haste. Although she crashes past one or two candidates in the process, in the end a young man steps forward to help her set her limbs to rights. 


'''Green Virisceth and Ellerey''' (PC)

Ellerey is still last: last of her trading clan left behind, last candidate Searched, last to wake up this morning, last for meals. And now, as the last of the hatchlings stalks the sands, she's the last to be chosen. The dark green that explodes from the last of the eggs -- The Oppressive Vessel Egg -- jerks her head up and around, and applies a burst of gawky speed to close in to the small group Ellerey is part of. Even as they scatter, the trader is assailed by the silent green, knocked over and crawled on top of as the green asserts their new-forged bond. Red eyes turn blue, as the sands beneath them are darkened with a smattering of blood.
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