Logs:Hraedhyth and Cadejoth's Clutch Hatches - Galleries
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| RL Date: 18 July, 2014 |
| Who: Alida, Devaki, A'rist, L'sha, K'zin, Aishani, Lilah, Jo, R'hin, Tayte, H'vier, Vash, Hana |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: People watch eggs hatch. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
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| Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground -- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers, and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black. The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks, however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat. It's as the sun begins to drop below the spires, at the end of this early spring day, that the humming commences. There have been signs all day, of course - it's no surprise - but there's a gut-punch to it, too, as the birth song of the dragons begins resonating through the weyr, echoing deeply enough to be felt inside as well as out. It's time; it's unmistakably time. She isn't the kind to get all goggly-eyed over babies coming into the world, but Alida does try to attend her own home's Hatchings, given that there's often food and drink afterwards, plus at least some liklihood of being able to take in unknown people...subject them to her chill stare of inspection. Her own duties done for the day, the blonde is settled just behind the V.I.P. seating - a mug of cool cider and a large sandwich keeping her company - part of the latter slowly fed to Pyrite, who's settled attentively on one of the bluie's shoulders...and now starting to hum. Aishani's been avoiding the galleries, more or less, since Hraedhyth's clutched; there's nothing she wants to say to K'del, and she and Azaylia haven't been speaking much outside of business either. Those facts, her constant travelling, and Iesaryth's upcoming tenure on the sands growing closer make her avoidance unsurprising. But she's certainly here for this, in the stands, well-dressed, glass in hand, greeting dignitaries and visitors pleasantly, with one of her more brilliant smiles. She can turn on some charm when she chooses. In walks the High Reaches Hold contingent: Lord Devaki, heir Vinien (being tugged along by a very excited-to-be-here brother Dilan), Sealene and even Esiara, wiggling in the nanny's arms. Absent is the Lady Issedi, likely due the rumors of her late-term pregnancy, and more interestingly, the Tillekian contingent. There's no sign of Lady Edeline, Lord Potipher, or any of their entourage. In fact, one might be hard pressed to even spot a Tillek knot in the quickly growing crowd. Lythronath was in so early as he could get away with it, swinging his head from side to side, even, with no hint of bob, watching, waiting, smelling. His hum scrapes and rumbles through his chest and throat, eyes whirling quickly... and all in shades of green and blue. It's only after some song that his rider will prove willing to leave the bronze's side. L'sha makes his way into the cavern and climbs the stairs into the galleries. He grins and waves to the riders present, then finds a seat next to one of the Avalanche blueriders. Above, Rillaeth backwings to a landing on one of the ledges in the cavern and peers down onto the sands. Ilicaeth's up there on the higher ledges, too, watching with a chuffing rumble of lazy contentment, soon altering into a baritone hum. C'mon out, kiddies. Normally, K'zin and Rasavyth would've helped with transport duties, but with Rasavyth still recovering, they can't be relied upon to bring in their full docket of guests. So, he's been conducting visitors from the bowl to the galleries, finally settling onto a bench once the humming has begun. Rasavyth, likewise, finds a perch of his own, settled and watching with intense interest as he starts chatting with the nearest dragons, cheery and friendly and isn't this fun? Since her hands are full, sholders hunch up tightly, trying to protect Alida's ears from Cadejoth's bellow of eagerness. "Maaaan..." the woman winces out, glaring at the happy bronze out there on Sands, her face scrunching up at the ringing in her ears before she returns to watching wiggling eggs, feeding herself and her flit, and nodding to nearby dignitaries, since she's just a seat behind them. Savannah wing have arrived, and taken up a place at the highest seats (and therefore furthermost from the sands). They seem generally in good spirits for all that they've been somewhat scarce in the Weyr over the last several sevens. Certainly they have already seem to have started the 'celebration' part, given there's bottles being passed around between them. There's even some good natured trading of bets with a handful of Glacier riders nearby. Their Wingleader is a no-show for the time being. Tayte has almost certainly been busy with the rest of the vintners ensuring that the correct vintages have been brought out for the hatching feast to follow, but now, dressed in an alluring emerald dress that fans away from her waist, terminating just above her knees and fits tight across the bodice, she's joining the rest of the watchers in the stands for the Main Event. The lack of the Tillekian contingent doesn't seem to have put Devaki off -- High Reaches' Lord is heading for the reserved spaces at the front, taking a seat next to Lady Tevrane. Pulling Sealene up into his lap, the former exile begins chatting in low, deliberate whispers with the Lady Nabol, only casting the occasional glance towards the sands at this point. It is the dark, golden queen that appears first as soon as she is divested of her rider. Eliyaveith settles into one of those ledges, carefully picking a spot where she won't be considered intrusive on others, before she starts up her own encouraging, gentle hum. Lilah is not quite as eager, and so when she does move from the bowl into the Stands, it is at a much more conservative pace than her dragon. She has at least dressed up for this event! A sage green dress appears as she shrugs off her riding jacket even as she moves to scan the available seats. There's only a small lifting of one eyebrow for G'laer being down there on the Sands, Alida giving a soft little smirk then headshake before looking all around. Anyone she can make uncomfortable with ease out there? Not yet... but there's a Lilah in attendance, and the goldrider is becomed over with a mug-bearing hand. Though it seems like she ought to have a seat, Aishani hasn't bothered to take it, preferring to make her rounds and stand through the event, apparently. She'll be sitting here enough, soon. As she makes her way down to the VIP row, guiding a few Weavercraft masters to their seats, she doesn't interrupt Devaki and Tevrane's conversation, but raises her glass toward the Lord and Lady both, with a smile. Of course Jo is here. She might have been seen slipping in and settling somewhere in the back with Kaitlin and M'ron - her partners in crime. The dragonriders choose a spot off to the side where they could comfortably watch the sands, muttering amongst each other and sparing very few present a glance. L'sha gasps as he sees G'laer walk out onto the sands with a new knot. "No way!" he whispers excitedly into the ear of the Avalanche rider. Rillaeth bugles her congratulations to her clutchsister Teisyth. L'sha cheers for the boy who Impressed the green and for the other eggs hatching already. "Wow, looks like they might Impress as fast as they did at my hatching." In the midst of a good-natured jibe from one of the Savannah riders that the very small egg in the middle will surely end up with Glacier, and the inevitable come back from the nearby Glacier riders, the group nearly miss the hatching of the first egg. So, too, does R'hin, only now arriving -- unsteady cast leading him gradually towards the cluster of Savannah riders at the back, finally dropping into a seat next to Bristia. When H'vier arrives, he's in his dressy flight leathers, looking all decent and grown up. Even his beard is trimmed up all nicely. It is, of course, Tayte who he gravitates toward so they can watch the eggs hatch together. And possibly so no one can hit on her looking awesome in that dress. There is some relief in Lilah's expression at seeing someone that she recognizes, as she catches that movement on Alida's part. She picks her way carefully over to the bluerider, offering a quiet "Fort's duties" that may go unnoticed in the loudness of the cavern. She doesn't seem that interested in the cracking eggs, more in arranging her jacket just right on her seat before she uses it as padding. Hraedhyth's antics earn the queen a dark chortle from Alida, her incisive gaze shifting from the gold to her popping eggs. Whoa, one down already...more to go. Munch, sip, feed, peer. Hopefully she won't get any crumbs on Devaki and company. Up on a high ledge, Ilicaeth lets his head droop a bit over the side of it, blue eyes whirling a modest speed as the apparent lazybones continues humming. Back to Lilah, now that the Fortian's joined her, "Reaches back... but fuck the manners, right now." Smirkie. "They're poppin' already...crazy kids." Well-practiced at formal events, both the Lord High Reaches and Lady Nabol clap at the appropriate times, acknowledge Aishani's greeting, and continue their quiet exchange smoothly. Sealene seems far more interested in the show on the sands than her father is, and Dilan's tugging Vinien's arm and pointing, like his younger brother needs his guidance of where the best place is to look. K'zin has smiles enough as the dragons begin to hatch, deciding his place isn't quite the one he wants, making his way down closer with many an "Excuse me," and a "Pardon me," and so on as he edges down to wedge himself between two caverns women who must've staked their claim early, but are excited enough now to be leaning forward in their seats, leaving just enough room for him to snug himself in between them. "Mm, it seems that way," Lilah agrees politely, briefly distracted by R'hin and his cast. Her brow curves upwards, a single gesture, but though she watches him find his seat, she doesn't wave. L'sha grins at Azaylia and Hraedhyth, then scans the faces of the candidates. "Oh, there's Geviaur!" He points out the smith to his friend. L'sha's eyes stop at Jayzin, "Hello, who's that?" He cheers again as two browns spill out onto the sands. Aishani's attention flickers to the candidates out on the sands, particularly focused, but there's little to do but watch, so she just drinks from a tightly held glass. She glances up after appropriately greeting the Lords and Ladies as she's meant to, then stares at Alida, with her potential crumb-scattering, with astonishment. It shifts to annoyance and she flicks her fingers in a 'back' motion, shaking her head. On the plus side, she sees Lilah. On the minus, she misses R'hin and his cast. Boo. Stepping up to their row, "Reaches duties to Fort. Hope it's entertaining." A pause, then: "Alida." Warningly. Vash is late. Nothing new there. She's also dressed in full riding gear, complete with her belt, helmet, and goggles. Well, it's not like she's from around here, right? She makes her way along one of the gallery benches, now and then apologising for getting in others' lines of sight, then she finally settles. Now that she's just about baking in her leathers, she finally starts removing items here and there, methodically stashing them inside helmet or jacket before everything gets stuffed under the bench. Tayte has a welcoming smile for H'vier of course, and it's not long before a young woman bearing the knot of an apprentice vintner is herding two little girls over to the pair. Tayte thanks her, of course; Quinlys isn't the only one with minions. She lets Havi take Tahvra into his lap while she curls an arm around her older daughter. Hatchings: fun for the whole family! "Fort's duties to High Reaches," Lilah offers with the same politeness, yet a hint of a smile appears briefly at her lips before she admits on another murmur, "I don't actually find these things as entertaining as others. Maybe because I had to go through three of my own before Eliyaveith found me, and then another one she dragged me to when she was still a baby." She's not in the least prepossessed to favoring one color over another. So when that regal blue hatches out second, Alida merely watches him closely, then nods decisively as he picks his new lifemate. If there's a grin, it's quick, maybe even furtive. Some minor irritation shows when Aishani warns her of something, but when the bluie finds her sandwich shedding crumbs near the Holder contingent, she has the spare grace to look a little chagrined for a moment, and nod to the weyrwoman. She'll not pester Lilah for more, right now, the Reachian simply listening, nodding to her companion. If Devaki's aware of any crumb dropping in his vicinity, deliberate or otherwise, it doesn't get remarked on. Perhaps he's really that involved in the conversation. It probably helps that Sealene's squirming on his lap, yelling "Daddy!" and pointing out each new hatchling like she's found it. Hana slips into the Galleries, a bit late, and behind the times - for now she keeps to the back, the better to watch and escape when the time comes, a thoughtful smile lurking as she does so. "I went to one, but... They seem to go quickly, a least." Aishani has something of an apologetic look about her, not for Lilah herself, but for anyone listening in, likely. Sealene's most recent squeal has her turning her head to catch Valenros and the brown; blinking, "He's an anxious one. Interesting." Then, to both Lilah and Alida, "My cousin is out there. I'm not sure how to feel. I'm not sure he knows, so..." She shrugs, drinks. That always works. There's a couple of flasks doing the rounds of the Savannah riders at the back. Or there was; R'hin appears to have appropriated one for himself. Well, himself and Bristia -- only after she sharply nudges him in the side and he relents grudgingly before slouching down into a good brood. "Is he? Which one?" Lilah questions. This, at least, does seem to interest the Fortian goldrider as she leans forward to scan the candidates for someone who resembles the other goldrider. "It seems that dragonriding runs in families. I would not be surprised if he Impressed." Perhaps Alida is one of the few Reachians who doesn't tense up at the notino of another Vijay being possible dragon-bait, for the blonde merely peers at Aishani's information, then down at the candidates, nodding. Blink. "Holy shit... Valenros got a brown." Surprise is evident. Watching the Impressions, Jo is settled back with her legs out and her hands resting on her stomach. She continues to mutter something to her brownriding companions as they watch V'ros Impress, nodding a few times towards him, but little would be heard in a matter or words. L'sha cheers and claps as V'ros Impresses. "Way to go!" Rillaeth bugles again down to the sands as the newly-Impressed pair are led away. "I know!" That's Aishani's response to Alida, as surprised as the bluerider is, before she perches on the edge of the step beside Lilah, gold dress and all. Pointing to the sands and the white robes and Jayzin like it'll help, "Same colouring as me, bald. He's cute, I'm told. But I can't see it. I don't know if he wants to Impress, but... he agreed to Stand." She shrugs. Who knows what boys think. Vash spots the woman who enters the galleries after her and waves her pair of gloves at Hana before the very last few things are tucked under her bench. She turns back to the sands in time to catch some more dragonet appearances, though the expression on her face is reserved. Simple spectator stance. "Is there something that's surprising about the Impression?" Lilah questions, at the exchange between the two 'Reachians. She does glance towards Jayzin with a considering look, but only to mark him to watch as further dragons hatch, as if to see if her theory holds true. "Does 'e know what the shell he's possibly gettin' 'imself inta?" Alida murmurs over at Aishani, then watching more dragonets burst out and Impress. A'rist's eyes fall, like so many others, on that little gimpy brown, and stay a moment. He looks then to Hraedhyth. His face goes a bit pale when he turns to Cadejoth. Paler, still, when he finally finds Lythronath up on the ledge. With a purse of her lips, eyes on her cousin until that brown hatches, Aishani tells Lilah slowly, "Not a particular surprise, but he is awfully anxious. Perhaps this will help." She's uncertain about that, but; "Stranger things have happened." Like the brown on the sands, for example. She says nothing about it, nothing at all, just tells Alida, "I tried to tell him. I gave him an assignment. So he should." She's not talking about the brown, but her gaze is fixed on it. Alida seems about to answer Aishani when she gets her first look at the new brown... and her face tightens up for a moment before becoming utterly devoid of expression. Ohhh man. Despite his wavering interest in the hatching, R'hin does sit up as that brown nears Jadzia, and exhales sharply when she speaks. After a beat, he slouches back down again, pale gaze tracking that new-hatched brown that everyone's buzzing about -- but not before stealing back the flask from Bristia. Hana continues to lurk in the back, though a grin is given to Vash at the glove-waving - but for now, it's to the sands she is watching, cheering with the others at each Impression, and keeping at least some of her attention at the little brown. "That dragon--." Lilah will say it, where others don't. She leans forward, the weight of her gaze falling on it as she traces the lines of malformed limbs. "That will be a hard life." L'sha gasps and his hand rises to cover his mouth as he sees the little brown injure itself accidentally. He then grimaces as he notices the misshapen wings. "Oh, the poor thing." His eyes begin to glisten with tears. The Avalanche rider puts his arm around the greenrider's shoulders comfortingly. L'sha leans against the bluerider as he watches to see if the brown will Impress. "Daddy? What's wrong with that one?" Innocent, cherub-eyes of Sealene's are turned towards Devaki after she points at the gimpy brown. Tevrane leans in and murmurs something soothing about him being fine, though the former exile is frowning, visibly. "Yeah..." is all Alida notes to Lilah, further unwilling to say anything of the little brown. Wincing, Aishani can only agree with Lilah. "It will be. Though... I have a friend. They manage. Vienne and Oswinth. He can fly, but he's tired easily..." A pause. "They manage." There's no sympathy there, but it is what it is. "There might be things... that can be done. While he's still young. There are ways to cut the body and allow it to heal itself--." Lilah cuts herself off pretty quickly, though. The goldrider instead shrugs a dismissive shoulder as she watches that brown Impress. There's an admittedly small commotion at the back, as R'hin manages to snag that other flask and there's a distinct amount of grumbling from the Savannah riders. Pushing to his feet, the Wingleader heads for the exit, nearly tumbling into Hana in his haste to escape (and undoubtedly burdened by the amount of alcohol he's consumed). "Possible..." Alida grunts to Lilah, her own shoulder rolling casually, a soft creel coming from Pyrite. And soon enough, it's all over, leaving the bluerider shaking her head a little, glancing out from under long lashes to Aishani. "Booze time..." is mumured to both goldriders as she slowly stands. "Comin'?" Aishani might be curious about what Lilah's talking about, glancing over her way -- but then it's over and she has to pick out Jayzin, still down there, still by himself. His shrug quirks a little smile. As she blinks over at the commotion R'hin makes, and stands to shift out of the way of people departing, she tells the Fortian goldrider, "There's always Iesaryth's clutch." To Alida, "Mm. I suppose." L'sha manages to applaud as Jadzia and especially Geviaur Impress, then wipes his eyes and cheeks and stands. He and his friend join the rest of the crowd as they leave the stands and head away for the feast. "There is," Lilah agrees. She makes no mention of Eliyaveith's clutch, especially since the gold on the ledges still doesn't seem to be showing any of her eggs. Her attention does follow R'hin as well at that commotion, and she even starts upwards as if she'd follow him, but--. Instead, she only nods to Aishani and Alida, gathering her jacket. The shady trio of dragonriders fall silent on the recent Impressions - Jo, especially, frowning. She's looking there before movement catches her attention and she watches R'hin getting up and leaving. M'ron beside her elbows her as it looks like the last of the eggs have hatched. Then she gets to her feet and nods to Kait, murmurs something with a lingering glance towards the exit before they make short work of an exit. Hana gives the drunk Wingleader a hand, but makes no move to help further - but as everyone starts to disperse, heads towards the living cavern to help keep an eye on things. Catching the Fortian goldrider's attention on the bronzerider as well, Aishani's a little curious, but she just shrugs - who knows - and starts up the steps to the bowl. Sealene seems fascinated by the slow and painful gait of the brown, blue-eyes fixed on the dragon until he's escorted off. Soon after, as the rest of the eggs hatch, the girl twists, getting quickly bored. Dilan's already leading Vinien off to show him the caverns (or to show the caverns him?), though the nanny stays with the youngest pair of girls and Devaki, who is still talking in quiet tones with Tevrane, making no hurry to leave. Rasavyth isn't in a hurry to leave, nor is K'zin. K'zin's is more about the social aspect of laughing with the two ladies he wedged himself between. Telavi's busy with the weyrlings, so talking is fine, right? He even chivalrously offers each an arm to escort them off to the feast when he finally does rise to go. That can't possibly get him into any trouble. From the sands, Azaylia takes a step, hand reaching for K'del's shoulder. There's a moment of hesitation before it presses, firm and supportive as the remaining candidates take their leave. To those left, "The Weyr welcomes you." Whatever decision they may make. Above? Hraedhyth is bellowing her and Cadejoth's success, and will likely be at it during the festivities. From the sands, K'del turns his head, delivering Azaylia a solemn smile; a quick nod. Then, he offers her his arm to escort her off the sands, so that they can prepare for the feast... while their dragons cavort. Freeeeeeedom. It's after a quiet conversation with the girls about the gimpy brown that Tayte and family are finally ready to head for the feast. She takes Yvalia's hand, "You can congratulate your father there and have a snack." Then undoubtedly the girls will go to the nannies so the adults can enjoy the feast. |
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