Nine, Ten, all over again? -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 03:06:00 04/22/05 Fri
Author: Wessae~Shrineth Panth, Takath
Subject: Nine, Ten, all over again?

Wessae feels the nostalgia drain out of her as she watches one of Shrineth's green progeny tear a path of destruction through the candidates. When Marja gets to them, she feels a small bubble of relief that is dampened when she realizes the situation is quite serious. Shrineth is mindful enough of the eggs on her own, so the Weyrwoman jogs swiftly towards the group huddled around the injured girls. Trained in beasthealing and the workings of a body (as all proper Weyrwomen should be), she assesses the injuries with a wince. As Marja is taking care of Isabel, she sees no sense in hovering and instead moves over to D'rai and Sahira, gesturing to the girl as she says in a quiet, calm tone. "She got you good, didn't she? Let's see that arm, now."

Shrineth watches her lifemate's progress to the small group, filled with assurances that she would be back. I can mind the eggs on my own, Shrineth responds with a touch of amusement in her voice as she returns to her task. Her surveying gaze takes in the many candidates, and her eyes glow with the pleasing thought that there were so many of them. And speaking of candidates, here was another egg hatching! Wiggling as though furious it has been imprisoned so long, the egg rolls and bounces down out of the nest, skidding to a stop a good dragonlength away before the cracks part and the blue hatchling erupts from within. His tail whipcracks across the sand as he stands splay-legged and coated in egg slime, rainbow eyes whirling with untold mixed emotions. Throwing his head back, he gives an assertive little bugle. He's an indigo, a somewhat rarer shade seen in the blues of Pern, and his vibrantly dark hide gleams as though made of velvet. Wessae's movement across the sands catches his attention and he gambols after her. He's not captivated by her, but by another in the group she inhabits, one whose back is turned to him like a small arched stone of white cloth. Shoving with surprising gentleness past Jari, he forcefully headbutts that back to get the attention of the candidate and another bugle is given as he speaks his mind with a loving burst of emotion and creeling with no regard for anyone else around, though his rather slender tail uncaringly brushes Jari's ankle.

Ina, I am Takath. FEED ME!

Bursting as though to top every entrance so far made, the tenth egg of the clutch explodes onto the sands in a flying mess of shell and goo. Every inch a fierce, fighting green in a shade of smooth gorgeous pale jade, she is something to behold. She rears to the sky with a rejoicing, toning call to the midday sun before she sets off in a run after her blue clutchmate and the lifemate of her mother. This group seems to have something to offer because she's thrumming as she surveys those gathered there. One has an unpleasantly quiet mind that has a dark and gaping quality to it, the other has been taken by the blue, and the rest not quite right. Then her glowing eyes, which seem to hold the world and all the possibilities it might bring, lock onto hers, her Only. This mind is stable, sane, and full of desire for one just like her, a mind thinking wonderful thoughts about greens. It's like diving into a soothingly cool lake on a sultry summer day and she plunges headfirst. Gently crowding Jari, she fills the girl's field of vision with her lean, smooth body and gentle, soothing voice.

Jari, I am called Panth. Food?

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O,O!!!! -- Jari & Panth, 03:33:35 04/22/05 Fri
.....wow. -- Ina~Takath, 22:36:00 04/22/05 Fri