Nothing greater, 24 -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 22:05:29 06/01/05 Wed
Author: Wessae~Shrineth, Xaloth
Subject: Nothing greater, 24

Collecting herself after the hatching of Shrineth's golden daughter is an effort, what with all the other hatchings that had gotten her so emotional. The Weyrwoman sets her shoulders in an effort not to cry too much at this last hatching, and turns resolutely back to her tasks. With all the excitement, Wessae sends a silent message to Shrineth as she remains with Sahira, unwilling to leave the healer and the assistant in the crush of the people to come. Shrineth, ask T'bel to make the announcement of the feast, would you? Or ask Quil-

You forget! There is another! Shrineth's mind voice interrupts the woman's request, and Wessae blushes guiltily. She HAD forgotten, and turns once again without realizing she was doing it.

The last egg, as though it knows it has something to prove, begins to rock with twice the force of even a mighty earthquake. It's as though it knows of the reputation for duds and stillborns, afterthoughts of a queen's first clutch. But not this one, oh no! The strength with which the last dragon emerges into the chaotic world takes the queenrider's breath away. It almost erases the queen's momentous hatching, and the dragonet's pleased expression seems so aware of this fact. Everyone HAD to notice him now, silly queen be damned. As though to enforce his 'be aware of me!' personality, his thunderous voice bugles across the nest, demanding the recall of everyone present. He's got the voice of a bronze, it seems. His hide, however, is a complex tumult of blue. His haunches, which are in Shrineth's shadow, are cobalt, dark almost to voilet, yet his forequarters, compact and gorgeously smooth, are an arresting shade of azure that could put any fabric to shame. As he moves proudly into the sunlight, his hind end rallies to the same shade as is front end. It's as though shadow and darkness change his color to a whole new dimension, rather than just darkening it like in other dragons.

Everyone was leaving! No! Wait! Come back! With a dismayed bugle, he runs onto the sands, casting after the departing candidates with a rumble. Then his mind is completely arrested and the turn he does is spectacular. It is a female who has grabbed his notice, a female with her heart full of goodwill and assistance. Any dragon would be lucky to partner such a pure mind and heart, how the queen could miss her was beyond his limited understanding, but it was luck for him! She seemed busy, though, and he hesitates a moment before giving her a headbutt, some of the sand from her robes smattering his hide as an almost symbolic transfer of thought between the two.

Kuorisse, I am Xaloth! I am hungry, but if you are needed, I will wait until you are through for you are more important than food. He says with an oddly precocious tone to his voice.

Wessae, noticing the dragonet with wide eyes, mutters to herself before looking at Kuori. "It's alright," she nods to the newly-made rider. "Your dragon comes first, I'm sure Marja can instruct me in whatever needs doing as I'm not completely incompetent."

NOW I will tell Quilth. Shrineth adds smugly, her voice signaling the end of the hatching.

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liek OMGZORS HEART! *cough* ^_^;; -- Kuorisse and Xaloth, 15:49:50 06/10/05 Fri