Transfering them In

[Spirithawk]

Christae stood with Kaith by her side. The regal queen had her wings folded, her head up and alert, and her eyes whirling swiftly with blue green swirls. She was catching the excitement from her rider.

Today, Ista Weyr was transferring in a portion of one of their junior Queen's most recent clutch. The Senior Queen had a clutch on the sands and their youngest Queen had just laid a clutch. The island Weyr was getting populated fairly quickly, considering the fact that there were three mature Queens to Dark Moon's one mature, and one nearly grown Queen. The WW of Ista had contacted Christae to see if Dark Moon would benefit from a shipment of eggs. This would greatly bolster Dark Moon's number as well as help Ista with its crowding problem.

There would be 15 eggs transferred in today and a bronzerider was bringing in the first 2 right now. She watched as the bronze glided in and settled carefully on the hot sands. The rider leapt down and Christae ran forward to meet him.

She knew that soon, the Weyr would catch wind of what was happening. She had kept this a secret from her people because she didn't know if Ista would go back on their offer or when the eggs would be hard enough to transfer. They would be ready to hatch in a few short sevendays rather than the long wait for them to harden and hatch that was normal for a clutching Queen.

Chrisate smiled in anticipation, waiting to see the stunned looks on the Candidate's faces.

Do you wish me to tell Mneith so that Rhia will know to send in the Candidates?

Yes my love. Kaith gave the message and then turned to watch the bronzerider as her rider strode towards him. He slipped down from his beast and began to hurriedly unload a fur lined sack. Warm sand from Ista's hatching ground surrounded the egg and it was wrapped in furs to keep it warm but it was vital to get the eggs on the hot sands of the Hatching ground to combat the intense cold of *Between*

Christae helped the bronzerider unload the two eggs.





Kaith stepped forward to position them in the sand, arranging them like she would her own eggs. She knew what these eggs meant to her Weyr. It meant it would survive.

[Akki]

When V’ian was informed about the transfer clutch that would be coming in from Ista Weyr, he eagerly volunteered his services. He had now successfully transferred into the Weyr and wanted to repay the favor of the generosity they had showed him. This seemed like a perfect opportunity to do so. It seemed almost unfair that Ista was growing so rapidly while Dark Moon was struggling, but this changed everything. Soon new dragonets would be everywhere and the Weyr would flourish greatly once more. He nodded a silent thanks as a greenrider handed him more eggs, wrapped in layer after layer of fur. “Here’s two more for Dark Moon. See if you can come back afterwards, it’ll speed up the process.” The Ista rider instructed politely.

V’ian nodded, carefully placing the eggs in the fur sack that was with him. “Let’s go Waeith. The sooner these reach Dark Moon, the sooner they can get back onto the sands.” The rider said, tapping his bronze as he made sure he was securely on his dragon. Waeith pushed off the ground, a flurry of sand below him as he tried to gain altitude. Please hold onto the eggs carefully, we will be going Between now Waeith politely informed his rider, being ever the gentleman. With that warning, the cold reached V’ian as they slipped into the dreaded nothingness. V’ian let out a deep breath when he felt the warmth hit him once more, the pair hovering above Dark Moon. Two eggs had already been transferred, safely placed in the warm sands waiting for the other two to join them.

Waeith slowly declined, careful not to jostle his rider and the important cargo they were carrying. He landed softly making sure he wasn’t too close to the other eggs. V’ian unstrapped himself, coddling the fur sack as he approached Christae.

“Here are two more eggs, Weyrwoman Christae.” He spoke formally around people with authority, afraid that he would insult them otherwise. He gently pulled out the two eggs out.




It was weird knowing that the creatures that would emerge from these tiny eggs would one day tower over them.

[Kino]

[I'll throw one iiin~]

Tanwen hadn't been too far from the Hatching Sands when the news got to her that there was a transfer clutch in the sand. She'd felt a jolt of energy go through her at the mention, and despite how calmly she'd thanked the person for letting her know, her heart had sped up a decent bit at the news. She'd started towards the hatching sands immediately.

The more she'd spent time living at the weyr, the more she'd thought about becoming a Rider. She had never, before, really felt that her life had had any sort of purpose. When she'd been searched she wasn't sure what it meant for her, but now she had an idea. It meant that she did, or would maybe, have some sort of purpose. Rider's were there for a purpose, they were there to protect people. Tanwen had never really thought of herself as a protector before...but she had started to warm up to the idea.

The only problem was, when she started coming to these realizations she was left standing at the last hatching. She thought she would have to wait quite some time for another clutch, but now there was news of a transfer. Tanwen had never really been one to believe in 'destiny', but if it did exist then maybe she'd been left standing at the last clutch so that she would still be standing for this one.

She hadn't expected to be the first candidate to arrive, so she was a bit surprised when she stepped through the entrance and the only ones there were the Weyrwoman, a bronzerider, and their dragons; not another candidate in sight so far. Not that it mattered; she wasn't really one to be shy. Tanwen stepped into the hatching sands, stopping a good distance away from the eggs and the dragons. Sure, the eggs weren't technically the queen's, but how was she to know how she would react? Tanwen looked over the two eggs on the sand and the two that the rider was just unloading now. Despite her habit if usually keeping her expression stoic she furrowed her eyebrows a bit at the sight.

"Are there only four?" she asked, trying to keep her voice as polite as she could - during her time at the weyr she had at least learned who she was to speak respectfully to, and who she could smart-mouth. The Weyrwoman, and full riders, were of the former.

[Xennai]

Meka and Zigana had been going for a walk, an excursion for meat rolls really, when they'd entered the kitchens and heard the chatter and gossip about the transfer clutch. Zigana frowned, not sure if it were rumor or if it really had happened. She darted in between people to snag a few rolls, her blue flying above her head in excited circles. She shooed him away and he came to nestle on her shoulder as she turned, headed toward the hatching sands. It wouldn't hurt to look, right?

Meka chattered at Zigana as she ate a roll, smelling the ones in her pocket and seeing the one she was eating right in front of him. He was all insult and injury as the girl turned slightly to look at him. "Hey. Wait your turn. I'm thinking here. You may not understand that, but so it is." Nonetheless, she tore off a piece of roll and handed it to him. The blue creeled, grabbing for the food. He ate delicately, though, holding the piece in his claws and taking little bites. Zigana laughed at the site.

Now that there might be eggs, her heart was pounding, from fear, from excitement, from nerves. She had no idea what to expect. She though the eggs might be a lot like firelizard eggs, but bigger, because dragons were bigger. But she wasn't really sure. When she stepped through the entrance to the sands, she blinked large, dark eyes, spotting the eggs immediately. And the girl crouched between her and them, still a long ways off from the vessels that could hold both their futures.

Zigana drew back against the wall, whispering for Meka to be quiet. He swallowed his last bite of food, drawing behind his mistress's hair, peeking through the dark strands to see the reason for Zigana's caution. He didn't notice much, except for a few other people and four ovally looking objects. Didn't seem bad to him.

He creeled questioningly but the girl shushed him, dark eyes watching the scene. She flinched lightly as the other girl, Tanwen she thought, spoke, but it wasn't aimed at her. She was asking about the number of eggs. Zigana frowned slightly, wondering the same thing, but shrugged. It didn't matter the number, eggs were at Dark Moon and she wanted to see what happened next.

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Salina had found out in a rather conventional way. She'd been told Rhia, the Candidate Master, about the transfer clutch. The girl had been within the barracks, taking a light nap, run down by chores and excitement and friends. She'd grabbed at the opportunity of free time to recharge, to rest up, to fend off sleep for just a little longer.

That had gone out the window as soon as she heard.

Salina was up and jogging, avoiding all the people in her quest for the hatching sands. She moved lightly, efficiently, covering the intervening space quickly. She wanted to run, how she wanted to run, but didn't want to increase the chance of hitting anyone or knocking anything over, something that happened quite a bit in the weyr.

As she jogged on, she thought about the eggs, wondering if it really could be true. Salina had been around the Weyr her entire life. She'd grown up here, lived her, played her. Anything important that had happened to her had happened within and around these stony walls. Because of that, she knew the need, even if she didn't voice it. She knew that other Weyrs, such as Ista, were flourishing while Dark Moon lagged behind.

Not any longer.

She walked through the entrance to the sands, gray eyes scanning, looking for the objects everyone would soon be arriving for. Did it bother her that she was the third candidate to arrive here, to come and look at what might be destiny? Not really. The lack of people was quite good; it gave her to the chance to see the eggs without people crowding her view. She recognized the other candidates briefly, as well as V'ian of Waeith and, of course, the Weyrwoman Christae, if she only recognized them from a distance.

Her gaze skittered past them to land on the eggs already nestled within the sand and those that were about to join them. A smile, slow and lovely, graced her lips and her eyes closed. Faranth, please, let those little hatchlings live long and happy lives. Let them live to see their rider.

[panther]

ooc: edits to Hawk & Akki’s posts are just getting rid of white background eggs – my impatience knows no bounds!!! Mwahahah
sorry guys [/color]

IC

.:.:.:.Kalyr.:.:.:.

Kalyr repeatedly stretched out his fingers, back and forth, back and forth, easing muscles that had been tensed about tools all day. He huffed to himself, this is what became of laziness, of not using your tools for too long, after having been on the road for two sevendays travelling around down here, handling reigns, not tools, and then four days of solid work? He was no longer used to manual labour that was his job! His hands ached, his thumbs strained, and he felt really stiff.

So, the weyr was getting excited, but about what? He had followed the hum drum, and general commotion – and activity – to the sands. And there they were.

Eggs!

Eggs, all colours and sizes, a fantastic array, and equally said of the dragons carrying them. But… not queen had risen of recent now had she? He had not heard of a recent rising of a queen, maybe he had missed it, he doubted it, he had become quite privy to all sorts of information since staying at the weyr. Weyrfolk seemed a lot less guarded about information that holderfolk. But that was neither here not there at this instant, for there were eggs! And eggs meant hatchings His stomach went giddy at the thought.

He reprimanded himself bitterly, the smile that had begun to gleam, from a stern façade, disappeared instantly. Kalyr scolded himself, you are no longer a boy Kalyr. You will not impress a dragon, you may see a hatching, but you will not impress, so don’t even think on it. But still! A hatching! Glee threatened once more, and he rebuked himself once more. Yet he stood in the ranks and watched on in earnest. Looking at the eggs, seeing each one, and seeing it’s differences to the one beside it, there were four so far. Each not as large as he had expected, but, how could they be?

Dragons had to grow – they didn’t just start out fully grown – he knew it of course, but having not been raised in a weyr, or around dragons, he had never really thought much about hatchings, or the eggs, only impressing to a fierce bold dragon! And becoming a fine dragonman. But he was too old for that now. He remembered the days when he used to sit over their dozy canine, scraps of hides tied to his clothing, and imagine, with his arms outstretched, the days when he was a rider, at heart, as a small child’s imagination ran away with him, he smiled at the nostalgia that came with it. He missed the old days, but he was equally fond of the new days, the current.

But shards! He would undoubtedly be present for this hatching, and he’d get to witness the impressions! Oh what tales he would tell when he got back to the Hall, he was no harper, but he could brag, quite magnificently.

.:.:.:.Ezieki.:.:.:.

He was just sat thinking on how much he despised having to live with boys. Messy, untidy, brutish, competitive, boisterous, unrefined, callous and generally quite awful. And it wasn’t like he was living with one. He was lumbered in the company of numerous ones! But the news came! Eggs! A clutch of them being transferred in from Ista! Ezieki whipped up from his bed, pulled a shirt on – loose as always – ran a hand through his hair, and tied half of it back in quite a feminine way, but he didn’t care, the other boys were all struggling for the door, but he kept his decourum. They bragged, “Bronze” “Brown” “Blue” and “Green” were slung around in both boastful and demeaning ways.

Ez slowly tied a short feather into his hair, a blue as vibrant as the vibrancy of his red hair beneath, a few other adornments were tied in, and bangles – including his favourite royal blue, rather dented enamel one – slid onto his wrist. He looked towards the door – pulled on his boots, and made his way.

Shards did he regret the last part! Boots! The sands were warm and the room itself was quite toasty. He looked around – grateful for having tied at least half of his mass of hair up and out of the way. Ez gazed forwards, four eggs. A blue, a brown, a deep red and a strange blue certainly, he hazarded a guess at two blues a brown and a bronze in those that had arrived at this moment. He had no experience with dragon eggs, or any sort of eggs in fact; flitter, dragon nor wher. But yet they kind of spoke.

He whispered to another candidate, finding out a trivial piece of information. Istan eggs. Ista had provided them with the clutch, so that meant little chance of mutations. Shame as it was, he was glad to see a clutch on the sands before him, it meant he could stand and attempt to impress. But if he didn’t? What would he do? Would he return home? Not likely. Not to the gloating and pompous, egotistical big brother that he had. Not at all. He would remain! He would stand, stand and stand again! Until he was told to leave. He had his friends here, Salina, Tumaril, to mention but a few.

But That was not to be contended with at the moment, he would cross that bridge as he stood at it’s beginning. For now, he would see the eggs that came. He spotted Salina in front of him.

He approached her delicately, slipped in beside her, and whispered softly, “So, are you excited? This is your first time right?” He tried not to smirk at the small ambiguity that was left in what he said.

[Spirithawk]

Rhia nodded as she heard the news from Mneith. There had been hints from Christae but nothing definite until today.

Tell Kaith thank you and I will inform the Candidates and Asst. CM Aarora. She should be here.

I will. Mneith's voice was a quiet rumble in her mind, filled with affection and respect, though it was not always that way between rider and dragon.

Rhia went to the Candidate Courtyard and used the bell that had somehow managed to survive the hurricane. She pealed the Candidate report sequence, though she didn't expect the current crop of Candidates to recognize it. She had also sent word to the Lower Caverns for any drudge seeing a Candidate to spread the word that the Candidates needed to meet their CMs in the Hatching Caverns in the audience seats.

[panther]

The brown was quite small in his size, his rider contrastingly tall for a man, he was a middling six foot four or so, unusually tall, mop of blond hair atop his head skin as tanned as a hide. The brown was a short thing, quite grouchy looking, perhaps something to do with the fact his face was quite long, drawn out. Gave the Poor creature a stern, and ‘we are not amused’ look.

As they arrived in the cavernous room that held the sands, the brown landed softly, back-winging harshly to land as soft as possible.

K’dor slipped from the straps, and to the floor, Huraith hunkered down, lying upon his stomach, allowing his rider to reach up and take off the fur lined hide pouches that cradled two eggs.

K’dor approached the sands, and the weyrwoman – she was obvious from the small description he’d been given and the commotion centering upon her. He held the two eggs to his chest, as though the meager warmth he could provide would help them in some way.




“Weyrwoman Christae?” He proffered the eggs towards the sands, unloading them delicately, but the gold who was pretty much adopting the clutch seemed quite fierce, and he wanted permission before he unloaded the new clutch for the weyr.

[Torva Anian]

OhmygoodnesseggsandI'mjustnowfindingoutwhy!

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Admin's Note:[/hr]! Kallan zipped through one of his aimless walks/games modes with Quiote to frantically run to Hatching Sands mode when he heard a passing drudge mention they had eggs on the Sands. It wasn't long after that, that the bell peeled for Candidate assembly. This was so exciting. Of course he'd already seen eggs and watched a Hatching, but this was like going to a Gather. Didn't matter how many you went to, if you heard about another one you went to it too. He was panting by the time he came to the Sands. He skidded to a halt at the Entrance, his feet sending sand flying onto a few Candidate (thankfully not the riders or eggs as they were further in).

While he stood trying to recover his breath, he tried to see as much as possible. Whelps, he definitely wasn't the first to arrive, but at least he'd made it. Six eggs total. Was that to be all they received or were there more to come? And weren't they some beauties. Kallan wasn't sure what he was expecting. Of course the eggs would be just as wonderful as Kaith's eggs. He tilted his head, two greens, blue, brown, and ...erm...a redish bronze. He smiled, maybe it was just a winged tunnel snake. Ooo, that Ez, he must really be a seer of the future. That was Kallan's egg all right. He was ready to be the first, hum how would you word that? First Tunnel Snake Wing Rider. No, no that was too much of a mouth full ...

After he'd sized up the eggs he spotted Ez. Figuring it was better to savor this moment with company he went to chat with the other boy. "Heya, hear about the eggs? Well, I suppose you did if you're here. And if you didn't, doubtless you already know by now. Although I'm not sure why you would want to be here if you didn't think there were eggs in here. It's kinda warm. Hey, aren't those boots hot?" No regards to whether or not Ez wanted to talk to someone else or silently take it in.

[Akki]

Faine was very contently enjoyed a nice warm mug of klah, relaxing after her candidate chores were complete. She was about to lift the mug to her lips and thoroughly bask in the glory that was klah when a drudge burst out of no where, making shooing motions. Startled, Faine jumped slightly and watched as the klah spilled itself over the edge of the mug and onto the table. “Oh shards!” She whined, wiping up the liquid with a cloth as quickly as she could. Messes were not her friends, she liked things to be clean and orderly. She looked back up at the drudge who gave a motherly sigh, “You’re supposed to meet the Candidatemaster in the Hatching Caverns. Now shoo, go! You’re going to be late.”

Faine shot the lady a grateful smile before bolting out of her seat. Hatching caverns? An odd place to meet, why would they be needed there? She slowed her pace as she neared her destination, not wanting to burst on to the scene huffing and puffing loudly. She slowly entered the Hatching Caverns and let out a sigh of relief. She wasn’t the last one, oh thank Faranth! She took a spot beside Zigana, never seeing the girl before. She peered before her, spotting the eggs.

Eggs? Oh, eggs! There had been rumors about a transfer clutch and this (Obviously) confirmed it. Faine’s eyes immediately began jerking around, scanning the area so she could count how many there would be. One, two, three, four, five, six. She counted again and again, each time coming up with the same number. “This is magnificent.” She breathed, grinning widely at Zigana. Faine could hardly contain her excitement now. If she Impressed, then her dragon could be in one of those eggs right now. That thought was nearly unbearable, in a good way, the idea that she could be a dragonrider one day.

[Dragon]

Dicar had made his way to the kitchens after his chores were completed. He had developed a thirst and sought to quench it. So he decided on the kitchens to get a glass of juice to satisfy him. He decided to grab a roll as well, just to keep his strength up. He wasn't hungry, but he had finished working. Dicar tried to stay mindful of such things. He wasn't one to constantly eat or drink healthy, but he did do such things in moderation. It was better to not let himself go to waste, it would just be another thing to hate.

Dicar was now done with the roll and downing the last bit of juice when a drudge approached him. He was irritated that someone came to disturb him, but she soon let him know her purpose. He was to meet at the hatching sands? Dicar wasn't keeping up with anything lately, he really just wanted to stay isolated so it would make sense that he didn't know about the transfer clutch.

"Fine", he said, irritation evident in his tone as he placed the glass back on the table noisely. He left right away, heading for the sands. Now what is this about? He thought to himself, the irritation still evident. After his chores, he simply wanted to get some refreshment and be left alone for the rest of the day. Clearly this would only ruin the day for him, or so he thought.

When Dicar finally made it to the sands, he noticed eggs were being placed. "What's this?", he asked rhetorically in a low tone. He saw other candidates had made it before him and started taking their place. Dicar, of course, ventured off to a spot by himself and looked over at the eggs.

[Xennai]

Salina turned slightly as she felt another presence slip in beside her. She glanced up to see Ez. Of course. A smile bloomed, one of the rare ones he always seemed able to coach out of her just by exisiting. And then her expression turned reproving. Eyes rolled and she jabbed at him lightly with an elbow. "Ezieki!" His full name and the rising inflection were a warning. "Honestly, you just astound me with how much filth your mind can spew." But she reached around him, arm looping about his waist. Apparently, he was forgiven.

Her eyes turned back to the spectable before her. Another two eggs were arriving. She drew closer to the redheaded male, almost quivering in excitement. Dark Moon had eggs once more. Oh, they would be lovely little creatures, almost as lovely as Kaith's own biological clutches. Salina gave a happy little sigh, head leaning against Ez's chest, content for now.

She turned when she heard a chattering voice, recognizing Kallan. She laughed softly, peering around Ez to look at the other male. "Hello there, Kallan," she said pleasantly. "You seem to be in fine form today."

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Zigana watched the unloading of another pair of eggs, her eyes wide, her entire attention focused on the miracle before her. Inside one of those eggs--Faranth, how tiny they looked!--could be residing a dragon, a dragon meant for her...

Wow.

She turned, noticing another girl by her. Fain. Meka creeled inquisitively and Zigana absentmindedly shushed him. She blushed lightly to be talked to so casually by someone she barely knew and then grinned, all out. "Yes, yes it is." She laughed, watching the eggs, the wonder and beauty of it all invading her. Dragons. It was all she could think. Dragons, soon to hatch, were in presence now.

[Sparrow]

Belior lay on his bed asleep, his mouth open snoring softly. The boy was simply exhausted by his chores and he was using this time to catch up on sleep. The peals of the candidate’s bell startled him awake. Belior looked about frantically, he hadn’t heard that bell before. What did it mean? He watched as a the other boys left in a hurry. Belior tumbled out of bed and followed them, they seemed to know where they were going after all.

There seemed to be whispers about eggs. A clutch! From Ista? Interesting… the boy tried to glance around the other candidates to get a look at the eggs but at 5’ 3” that just wasn’t happening. Belior sighed, biting his lip to think for a moment. Finally he snaked his way through the crowd, bumping a lot of the others. Muttering a “sorry” here and there. Finally he could see the eggs. As soon as he spotted the two green eggs a grin spread across his face. It was true there were eggs! “I wonder how close they are to hatching?” He wondered aloud.

[Spirithawk]

Christae stepped forward to accept the eggs from V'ian and then from K'dor as they brought them in. She set them next to the others and let Kaith arrange them to her liking. She only hoped that they had not suffered from their trip in the biting void that was *between*.

"Thank you." She told both of them. It was hard for her to hold back happy tears. This clutch and the one that was now starting Weyrling lessons was the hope of the Weyr. The older dragons were simply not numerous enough to keep the Weyr aloft during Threadfall.

[Spirithawk]

Bronzerider T'por nodded to the brownrider from his Weyr. He didn't really know the other man but he nodded a greeting anyway. They hailed from the same Weyr after all. He was glad Ista was sending some of the eggs this way. The Weyr was getting crowded.





"Two more eggs for you. The other riders are requested to return for more." He bowed to the WW before unloading the eggs, like K'dor, staying far away from her giant golden Queen as possible.

[Akki]

She cast a look at Dicar when he entered and tried flashing a smile at him but she wasn’t sure if he saw it or not. She was pretty sure the boy didn’t like her very much. But Faine was stubborn and would make him see her as a friend one day.

Faine was a touchy-feely person, whether she knew it or not. She lightly wrapped a hand around Zigana’s wrist and beamed at the girl, “Can you imagine? We may be weyrlings soon!” This idea was nearly unfathomable. Her? A weyrling? She never once thought that this could be what her future held in store for her. To be honest, she always pictured herself in a kitchen with the drudges – cooking her days away and content with it. But becoming a dragonrider was much more exciting; many people dreamed of this when they were younger but few managed it.

“I’m Faine by the way!” She chirped with a large grin on her face, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself just yet. She peered at the blue flitt, tucked away in the girl’s hair. “Waaah! Is he yours? You’re so lucky!”

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V’ian nodded dutifully to the Weyrwoman as she took the eggs from him. It felt good to be able to the help out the Weyr. He remembered the greenriders words and then caught T’por’s. Part of him wished that there were more riders transferring the eggs just so they could reach Dark Moon faster but he was fine with the idea of returning. He turned away from the Weyrwoman, fur lined sacks in hand as he lifted himself back up onto his bronze.

Please hold on once again Mine. I will try to ride a little smoother this time also. Waeith promised as he pumped his wings and lifted his rider and himself into the air. V’ian knew that Waeith treated these eggs like they were his; he was trying his best to be careful. But it was hard to be delicate when you were a large bronze near tiny eggs. V’ian thumped his bronze lovingly on his side before they slipped into the non-existance that was Between. For the second time today, they landed on Ista sands, eggs almost immediately being pressed into their hands.

“These two are next in line.” The greenrider almost snapped, clear that the stress of transferring a clutch was also getting to her. V’ian gave her a sincere thanks loading the two eggs into the fur lined sack and heading back to Dark Moon. When they appeared above Dark Moon, V’ian gave Waeith silent praise. They were delivering the eggs faster now and smoother like the bronze had promised.

They landed and V’ian slid off his dragon, cradling the two eggs carefully.

[panther]

He looked affronted, “Me? Disgusting,” He scoffed, “It was your mind that interpreted it Sassie, my darling, not mine,” He laughed and let her settle against him. He wove a hand over her shoulder, and looked over at Kallan – having virtually ignored his presence until after he had replied to Sassie.
“Yeah, I didn’t think about the boots when I put them on, a bit foolish really.” But doing otherwise would probably have meant he would have had to change his trousers, and then his shirt so that it all matched, and that was a lot of hassle, he’d jut have to deal with the heat.
“You’ve seen hatchings before haven’t you Sassie? Is it normal for the eggs to be such different colours?” He said with an air of confusion as he watched on. One of them was Vivid Pink! Shards, how bizarre. Another, a green one – had yellowed spots upon the shell! “Do they always come out the colour of the shell? If so, mutations are occurring in other weyrs.” He commented, more to himself than to either Kallan or Salina.
He watched as eggs came, and dragons went to and from between – it was a busy occurrence this transferring of a clutch. How odd. He hadn’t heard much of this transferring lark before now. It wasn’t something much orchestrated, and he could see why! The effort involved? He’d not considered the fact that they couldn’t just take all the eggs in one big batch from one weyr to another.
“I wonder will there be a queen in the hatching.” He sounded quite excited as he looked on.

[Xennai]

Zigana was slightly panicked when Faine reached out and grabbed her wrist. She felt like she was either going to pass out or vomit. She wasn't used to being approached so suddenly and talked to as if she'd known the other person her entire life. What she felt in response to it went beyond nerves and shock. It will well beyond embarassment into the land of nausea.

She felt green as she turned to the other girl, nodding faintly. She wanted to be let go of. She wanted to go away and hide and not have to talk to people, especially people who grabbed her and acted like they were the best of friends. Meka crooned, nuzzling against her cheek and she felt a bit better.

"Z-Z-Zigana," she mumbled, looking down at the hot sands beneath her. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't read this girl and that scared her more than anything. She didn't know how to react when she couldn't tell someone's motives, their own actions and reactions. She felt her throat seize up and her mouth go dry. It had nothing to do with the heat.

She nodded dumbly, her blue crooning in her ear again, bolstering her a little. "Th-this is Meka. And I'm v-very lucky to have him." She flushed miserably, head dropping more, hiding behind dark tresses. She was just so awkward with people!

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Salina felt contentment rise as she leaned into Ez, watching the transfer, excitement hardly contained, visible even in her normally calm eyes. It was just really very exciting, wasn't it? Dark Moon was active and busy once again and it warmed her hear to see. She didn't pay attention as her friend spoke with their other friend, too busy watching the delivery of new eggs.

Salina glanced up at Ez once he'd uttered his question, brows drawn into a little vee of thought. "I...don't know. I honestly can't remember. I know a Queen Egg is different colored and the sizing is different, but as for the general masses..." She shrugged lightly. "I honestly can't say." The girl idly toyed with Ezieki's set of bangles, fingers swooping around inside the banged up blue enamel. It still made her smile to see that he wore it.

Eyes flashed up to his face, idleness gone as she whirled, entire face alight with delight. "Oh, shards! That would be wonderful!" She beamed, hugging the redheaded male about the middle, almost squealing in happiness. "I do hope so! Ista is overrun with Queens and just think, if Dark Moon had another-!" She left the thought hanging, mind off and running, thinking of how wonderful a Queen would be for the Weyr.

[Akki]

Poor Zigana. Faine was completely oblivious to the fact that the girl was more or less hyperventilating because of Faine’s hand on her wrist. Faine was just concentrating on the fact her hands weren’t digging into the girl’s pockets or anything, in search of something shiny or valuable. Faine often thought of people to be just like her – loud and touchy.

She let go of the girl’s wrist, letting her arm fall back down to her side. She leaned in a bit closer; personal space didn’t exist in her world. “He’s very cute!” She stated with a whimsical tone hidden in her voice. She never really saw flitts back at home even though a few people had them and she had only seen them from a distance while at Dark Moon. This was her first time seeing one up close and she was fully charmed by it. “I’m jealous! I wish I had one.” She beamed at Zigana.

Anyone standing near Faine could probably feel the joy radiate from her body. She was a very happy girl at the moment, excitement coursing through her veins. “I’m really excited to stand. Even if I don’t Impress it’ll be okay because it’s the experience that counts, right?” Faine asked with a slight frown. She had the tendency to think on the bright side. Plus she already knew that if she became too old to stand anymore, she would be content down in the kitchens. A dragonrider or a cook – it seemed like the two perfect lifestyles waiting for her.

[Kino]

[Okay, skimmed....most of it. I'm pretty sure nobody's posted to Tawnen sooo...I'm just gonna throw a filler post for her, and then enter with Vaelryn xD]

Tanwen waited a moment for the response to her question. If another rider hadn't appeared with two more eggs she might have started to feel a bit output by the lack of response, but seeing that there were more dragons bringing further eggs, well that answered her question anyway. There would be more than four eggs, which meant she did have a fair chance at impression.

The candidate looked around as other candidates started arriving, waiting a moment more to watch another pair of eggs brought in and then turning to walk to the lowest level of viewing stands. She knew the drill from the last clutch that she'd viewed with the candidates (most of which were now weyrlings), she'd just forgotten herself in the (okay, she'll admit to at least herself) excitement she'd felt at the prospect of another chance at impression.

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Vaelryn had been helping in the kitchens with some dish-duty chores when the news reached him that there was a clutch being transferred in. His initial reaction was pretty typical; eyes bugged wide and a big grin spread across his face. He'd almost been finished with the dishes he'd been working on though, so he had thought to finish them up before heading over. As such, he arrived a bit later than the other candidates, and got there after a good amount of them had already settled in.

The boy stood in the doorway for a moment to look over the eggs being brought in, a large smile still plastered on his expression, and then looked for where the other candidates were gathering. Seeing an amount of them in the stands, he made his way in that direction, stepping up in front of the seats and leaning forward against the railing. He'd gotten there just as the girl he'd met before, Faine, had responded to the other girl who'd given her name as Zigana. He'd heard the comment about standing, and looked over, giving a nod in agreement.

"I'm with ye there, Faine," he said. "Even if I never impress, just standin in the middle of a hatchin is sure te be somethin, aye?" He looked at the other girl then, offering a smile. "Sorry fer just jumpin in like that, me names Vaelryn."

[Spirithawk]

Bronzerider T'por was not long in following the Dark Moon rider back to the Weyr with more eggs. The sooner they got them transferred in, the sooner the bronzerider could return to Ista and take advantage of the rest of the day off like his wingleader had promised if he did the job.

"Here ye are Weyrwoman. The next two."
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Christae accepted the eggs from the riders as they came in and allowed Kaith to arrange them on the sands after they were carefully set down.

"Thank you." She told them with a smile on her face. She wondered excactly how many the Istans were transferring here. She had not gotten a definite number from the Weyrwoman of Ista.