Logs:Elaruth and Bijedth's Sixth Hatching - Revision history

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 The green weyrling is dubious, but nods, most of her face lost beneath that handkerchief. As directed, she falls into line; Quinlys, having withdrawn her hand from Farideh after a gentle squeeze, leads the way: back to the dragons, and back to home. Where, ''yes'', there will definitely be drinking.
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 The green weyrling is dubious, but nods, most of her face lost beneath that handkerchief. As directed, she falls into line; Quinlys, having withdrawn her hand from Farideh after a gentle squeeze, leads the way: back to the dragons, and back to home. Where, ''yes'', there will definitely be drinking.
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 The green weyrling is dubious, but nods, most of her face lost beneath that handkerchief. As directed, she falls into line; Quinlys, having withdrawn her hand from Farideh after a gentle squeeze, leads the way: back to the dragons, and back to home. Where, ''yes'', there will definitely be drinking.
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 The green weyrling is dubious, but nods, most of her face lost beneath that handkerchief. As directed, she falls into line; Quinlys, having withdrawn her hand from Farideh after a gentle squeeze, leads the way: back to the dragons, and back to home. Where, ''yes'', there will definitely be drinking.
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 From the sands, "You'd rather lose the green?" Kaelige raises a brow at Hasengar, unnervingly calm in his question yet surprising himself with that resolution. It must be the anxiety building around them, else he normally wouldn't care. As Dee reaches for his hand, his own instinct is to withdraw. But as if to make up for it in reconsideration, he steps behind her and reaches to place a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down. They're trying." Are the only words he can offer, in regards to all the riders pressing any potential candidates forward.
 From the sands, Hasengar surely looks appropriately shamed by Dee's sharp question and then Kaelige's, he certainly does hang his head slightly. But he mumbles a defensive, "What, she'll Impress. They always do. ''I'' don't want to ride green."
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 Leaning forward briefly, R'hin stretches fingers to briefly touch Quinlys' shoulder, a wordless reminder that he's there, perhaps a gesture of support. His gaze is not fixed on the wandering green, though it passes over her; instead his attention shifts from the sands, to the junior moving down to to the railing, to the nearby weyrlings. "They didn't search outside the Weyr," he says, in low voice.
 Paislie is just another face in the stands, watching the hatching below, and the reactions of people seated before her, with an uncomfortable uncertainty making worried lines in her brow. Her hands are together, but not clasped, fidgeting with unconscious anxiety.
 N'rov's not looking grim, yet, though there's something about the set of his jaw; as others rise, he dumps the bowl into the bag and fastens it up, movements brisk but designed not to add even an iota to the less-pleasant excitement. He sorts his jacket while he's at it, though it's hardly cold in here, and then he's as discreetly gauging the exit.
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 "But not the one ''she'' wants..." R'hin's response to Keysi ends in a hiss, as the green stops moving, his eyes closing for a moment. His, "Fuck," is heartfelt and sharp. Above, on the ledges, Leiventh's thrum of welcome transmutes into the high pitched keen, joining the voices of Fort's denizens.
-Quinlys's shoulder is tense beneath R'hin's fingers, but there's a subtle shift in her, too; acknowledgement, perhaps. There would be more, but then, there-- the green is gone. Wordless for a moment, the bluerider's voice breaks when she does speak, as quiet as it is. "It could have been us. Fuck. No." As quiet as those words are, the self-castigation is audible. And then, more loudly: "We should go."
+Quinlys' shoulder is tense beneath R'hin's fingers, but there's a subtle shift in her, too; acknowledgement, perhaps. There would be more, but then, there-- the green is gone. Wordless for a moment, the bluerider's voice breaks when she does speak, as quiet as it is. "It could have been us. Fuck. No." As quiet as those words are, the self-castigation is audible. And then, more loudly: "We should go."
 C'stian closes his eyes for a moment, perhaps giving a silent farewell to the departed little green. But then the bronzerider straightens, turning to those around him. There's nothing else to be done here, but he can at least begin to usher the visiting dignitaries from the galleries in reinforcement of Lilah's invitation, and try to make it easier for queen and Weyrwoman to be alone with their grief.
 Keysi rises almost immediately after R'hin speaks, unable or unwilling to demonstrate her own reaction to the loss the young green. Quinlys instruction is not argued with, not this time, as she nods once, intended for them both.
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 From the sands, Any other moment, Dee would likely be aware enough of the boy-awkward to react (somehow), only just now she's busy wetting the shoulder of his robe. The sound of his voice startles her for a second time, as if she hadn't been expecting it. She pulls her head up, away from the petting hand. There's lip-wobble and snot (it's all very attractive, especially with the sweat of time on the Sands), but she nods to his words, letting him lead her, her hand reaching to wrap around his arm, lest she lose him, or herself.
 All that sobbing has N'rov shifting uncomfortably before he stills his stance once moree. "It isn't. Sometimes eggs are dead." Does she know that? Either way, he says it, his tone particularly flat. "This ''is'' different. Our Weyr didn't Search outside, sure, but other places have before." He looks past her. "Better get back." Maybe she can forget about it there.

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 |log=From the sands, It's a beautiful, clear autumn morning when the humming begins to emanate from the hatching cavern, started by dam and sire and picked up by others in the dragon population as the sound weaves its way from individual to individual until the very stones of the Weyr seem to reverberate with it. On the Sands, Elaruth is settled only a short way from her clutch, as far as she's willing to go for the moment, her blue-eyed focus flitting from egg to egg as they each show signs of movement. At her shoulder, the Weyrwoman stands tucked close, the autumnal shades of her dress reflecting the clutch and deeper shades found in her lifemate's hide. Those in the galleries are only acknowledged with the barest of glances, her attention all for queen and eggs.