Rounded Flashes of Gold (Wher clutch)

[Spirithawk]

Tekara and her beloved Tekask had traveled many miles to get where they were now. Tekask had hatched in the Northern Continent, but now the wher Queen was getting ready to lay her eggs far to the south in the Southern Continent.

Tekara had received a request to move to Dark Moon Weyr to lay her clutch. The Wher-hold at Caspian was temporarily moving to Dark Moon, at least most of them. A wher or two was staying at Caspian, but the rest were moving to Dark Moon to help protect the weyr and for the weyr to help protect the whers.

Whers were the nighttime guardians of Pern and dragons were the daytime guardians.

Tekask had just arrived at Caspian the day before, and she had ran for her maiden mating run. Now, the Queen wher hadn't even had time to settle into the specially prepared den before she was forced to seek the warm sands of the Weyr's Hatching Grounds. She was a large beast, but the giant dragon Queen that used these sands dwarfed her.

The birthing pangs hit her not long after her handler had unloaded her things from the Queen's back.

I clutch.

A few minutes after Tekask had gotten to the sands and built a mound, the first egg was laid. These eggs were lumpier than the dragon eggs, and despite their bright colors, they were not really a spectacular sight like Kaith's eggs were.

This one was different shades of green with yellow marks splashed upon it's surface in almost zig-zag patterns. It would be one of the smallest eggs the Queen would lay in this clutch, if not the smallest. The egg was spring-like and bright to the touch, as if the occupant was of a sunny disposition and quite brightly happy.

[Spirithawk]

The next egg looked more like someone had started painting with a very dark color and then gradually ran out of paint. One edge of the egg was nearly black, but then the egg lightened into a reddish-brown and then to white across the surface. This one was a rather large-sized egg for a wher, but it was small compared to dragon egg standards, about the size of what a green or blue would come out of in a dragon egg. The egg already on the sands was smaller still than that, but still large in the eyes of humans and flitters.

[Spirithawk]

Another egg graced the sands an hour later. The wher Queen was tired, this was her first clutch after all, but the contractions weren't stopping. This one looked like the bottom of a pool looking down. This one was larger than it's spring-like sibling egg but smaller than the shaded brown egg. The egg's surface was covered in varying degrees of blue markings. A few places had darker splotches but they were hardly noticeable unless you looked from afar. The egg seemed cool and collected, if a little indifferent to those who showed interest in it.

[Spirithawk]

Tekask's fourth egg was larger than the spring egg and underwater egg, but smaller than the shaded brown egg. This egg's surface was a chaotic array of colorful marks that looked quite strange from afar. Up close, the jewel-tones of the egg were quite stunning against the pinkish-purple base of the egg's shell. The feeling of this egg was quite as chaotic as the surface, shifting from one mood to another in a dizzying array of emotion that switched from moment to moment.

[Spirithawk]

The final egg took Tekask the longest. It was nearly dawn by the time this egg was clutched, rolled to a special mound, and jealously guarded by the wher Queen. For of course, this one was a Queen egg. This Queen egg would be the Queen that would take Tekask's place when she moved on to the place she and Hers were headed.

The egg was a study in contrasts. White lines seemed to cross one way, and bright yellow, oblong spheres crossed in opposite directions from the white lines. The egg's surface itself was a goldenrod shade. A few darker patches were also faintly discernible. The egg was sweetly commanding. To the one touching it, you would want to do this egg's every whim even if it went against your own inclinations and you'd do it willingly because the compulsion was so sweet.



All in all, the clutch was filled with flashy colors. It would be interesting to see what the Weyr's inhabitants would make of the eggs that were now gracing their sands while they prepared to jump *between* times.