gold Elaruth x bronze Bijedth - 30 May 2015

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gold Elaruth x bronze Bijedth
Approx. Age:	31 turns
Flight:	11 April, 2015 Day 4, Month 7, Turn 37
Clutching:	10 May, 2015 Day 7, Month 10, Turn 37
Hatching:	30 May, 2015 Day 11, Month 12, Turn 37
Count:	12 eggs
Composition:	2 bronze, 2 brown, 4 blue, and 4 green

On day 4 of Month 7, after a rather oddly long time of the senior Weyrwoman Hattie seemingly affected by her dragon's proddiness, Elaruth finally rose only to be secured once again by N'muir's Bijedth, keeping the Weyrleadership of Fort stable once again. Almost two turns since her own last flight, it seems that Elaruth's tendency to rise often is proving to be fortuitous for Fort, given that junior queen Eliyaveith still does not seem likely to rise since her own disastrous maiden flight.

With the holds in the Fort Area still recovering from former Lord Astivan's impossible tithing demands and the Lord disappearing with the profits, it seems as if the Weyr will not further trouble them to provide their young, capable people to Stand for the eggs that will soon be on the Sands. Instead, they may have a Candidate class completely made up of Fort residents. Whether this was a demand of new Lord Fort Vaion or a decision made by the Weyrleaders, at least those weyrbred Candidates have a reason to be excited about the lack of holders taking their dragons.

No PC dragons yet!

• 037.11.18: Egg Touching Example
• 037.11.19: Blame
• 037.11.20: Good Listeners
• 037.11.27: The Help and the Hungry
• 037.12.05: Who Do You Want to Be?
• 037.12.11: Differences

• 037.12.11: Cleaning Up
• 037.12.11: Choose
• 037.12.11: My Own Worst Enemy
• 037.12.11: Elaruth and Bijedth's Sixth Hatching
• 037.12.14: Not Asking
• 037.12.14: If Life Hands You Lemons...

• 037.12.23: Srs Bsns
• 037.13.01: Fears, Hopes and Promises
• 037.13.07: Open to Having It All
• 037.13.25: About You

Tiny Boy & Sandy Bronze and Lifemate & Inky Blue

From the middle of the clutch, a white-topped egg shatters and spills its bronze occupant onto the Sands. He falls nose over tail and has to scrabble to right himself, sand clinging to near every inch of him, which makes it difficult to gauge what shade he might be, but it does little to conceal that he's a lithe, lanky creature. Not so many moments after his shells cracks, another, smaller egg breaks down the middle and releases a dark, inky blue, who arches his neck back to look up at dam and sire before he heads off, still staring at them, and blunders into the legs of the one he chooses. With the 'example' set, the sandy bronze makes his way to find the boy he wants - a boy tinier than most of the girls.

Girl & Dark Green (and Green who Betweens)

From eggs at opposite ends of the clutch, two petite greens break their way free, then set off through the minefield of eggs and egg shards, to briefly meet in the middle and exchange a nose-bump of greeting before they move on. The darker, more robust of the two finds her girl near to the shards of her sister's egg, while the paler mewls upon finding none of those at the opposite end of the clutch suitable. And after all that walking, too! Needs must, and so on she goes.

Boy & Sky-Pale Blue and Kitchen Girl & Slim Brown

While that green is still snuffling along at the feet of a short row of Candidates, two more eggs crack and send their occupants unceremoniously to the sand. They're quick, the both of them, to pick themselves up and go and investigate the young folk waiting patiently (or not) for them. It's not so long before the sky-pale blue finds the boy he wants, closely followed by the slim brown, who chooses a girl from the kitchens as his own. And still their sister searches.

Girl & Green, Girl & Blue, and Gardener Boy & Green

One after the other, a trio of shells shatter, wings and tails and noses breaking through to reveal two greens and a blue, who eventually wriggle their way onto the Sands and go forth to seek out their riders. One of the greens is first, her girl found clinging to another, while the blue shortly follows and decides he wants the girl having the air hugged out of her. The Candidates blink first at their new lifemates, then at each other, and, in their delight and confusion, they're oblivious to the other new green choosing the gardener boy a few feet behind them.

R'fyn (Raefyn) & burly Brown Raivajeth and Female Infirmary Aide & Well-Proportioned Green

With the concerned focus of many beginning to swing to the green who has yet to make Impression, the burly brown who wrests himself free of his egg finds his Candidate right when they're not watching. Claws rip into sandals as he settles himself on his new rider's feet, blood spilled, but he's easily and quickly forgiven. One of the Infirmary's aides offers assistance and starts to tear at her robe to bind her fellow Candidate's feet, yet she soon finds herself distracted by the well-proportioned green hatched from one of the last eggs of the clutch, when she decides that she's for her.

Boy & Bronze

A bronze from one of the larger eggs Impresses almost straight out of the shell, the green now not so far from the remnants of his egg. She crawls to a halt, too weary to continue, and now Hattie does nothing to hold Elaruth back. The pale queen moves for her daughter and lowers her nose to her to nuzzle at the creeling hatchling, her eyes a wash of nothing but the yellows and oranges of worry and agitation. She settles there, her forepaws to either side of the bereft green, whose cries begin to pitch higher and higher despite the attempted reassurance of her dam. It's no use. The voices of both Weyrwoman and senior queen ring out as the little green vanishes Between, Elaruth's heartbroken keen striking a clear, awful note that all but drowns out Hattie's, "No!"

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