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White Egg

This is a white egg.

The hatching is unspectacular, understated and more importantly, as stealthy as one can manage, when a lot of eyes are on the happenings on the Sands. The solid brown left in the shards of this egg is quick to give a full body shake to clear some of the goo before casting his gaze around the world that is so new to him.

Public Impression Message

Hatched a few minutes earlier, the solid brown sent flying by his smaller blue brother's actions flails on the sands for a few moments before attempting to right himself. No one comes to his aid, but in the end, it scarcely matters: all it takes is an upwards glance, and then he's found his girl, a local woman who wraps her arms enthusiastically around him. With that, there are now no hatchlings left: everything is still.

Private Impression Message

The world went dark. Fear raged through her, warring with her resolve not to run, not to make herself prey for these dragons. She felt that fear trickle down her spine-- or maybe it was sweat? Only no, it felt cool now, blissfully cool, like descending to a creek winding through wild hills. Suddenly, somehow she was seeing both the Sands and the solid brown glancing at her and this other place that felt terrifyingly primal and yet perfectly natural at once. Then she was taking the few steps it took and without hesitation, embracing the adorable dragon, all the while her mind screamed at her to ignore the adorable and remember the big and scary. « Strangers in a strange land, » she heard whispered on wind that made goosebumps rise across her skin. « I am Tyth. Together, Tamsin, we will figure out what it takes to be a part of this place. » He sounded so sure, so for that moment, that was all there was to it.

Tamsin was the only daughter of Holder Clefin and his wife, Sian. With no shortage of brothers to take on responsibility in the fishing Hold that did a tidy trade with some of the smaller vessels sailing between Tillek and Southern Boll, Tamsin quickly became the darling of the Hold. Though, yes, one could have used the word "spoiled" to describe her, she was sweet and generous of heart which tempered any ill-will she earned from bouts of boredom-based mischief.

It was a lark that sent her to the Weyr to Stand when she was asked at fourteen - oh la! What fun, to say she Stood on the sands, to see real eggs hatch before she settled into the expected life of an advantageous marriage and being lady of another small Hold that smelled of the ocean. Not even her pushover parents could be more surprised when pudgy little Tyth irrevocably laid claim to the Holder's daughter and changed Tamsin's life forever.

The adjustment was a difficult one, with Tamsin's expectations never truly having ever included having a profession of her own beyond wife of a minor holder and mother to his children. Fortunately, Tyth and Tamsin found their way together, slowly and sometimes painfully, but together. In the turns since Impression, Tyth and Tamsin have honed their skills as a team and carry a solid reputation for being an excellent member of their wing, someone who might, in time, show potential for more complicated assignments.

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