Handing out Sparklies

[Spirithawk]

The young wher Queen hadn't ever had a run before, much less a clutch, but she knew what to do. There were people in this place that would do good for her children. She intended that they come forward and receive an egg from her.

Tekask decided that Hers would be the one to summon them at first. It didn't pay for her to stir for now. She had eaten well thanks to her handler and she was content for now, but a nagging feeling that she needed to get her children to the ones who would care for them soon stopped her from completely resting. So she did the next best thing, she sent her handler scrambling from her bed a full 2 hours earlier than the woman was used to so that she could go find those interested in an egg. It was, in fact, still early evening. It was dark enough for dragons to start returning to their lofty homes, but not quite dark enough for a respectable wher to be stirring. Unfortunately, she could not allow herself to be a "respectable" wher right now. Her children needed to be placed.

Tekara had made a bed near her wher's post guarding her eggs. The hatching sands had kept her warm, but she had been on one of the lowest tiers, where the Queen usually watched her children hatch from. The stone floor was warm, but not scorching like the sand the eggs was hardening from.

She made her way through the tunnel located off to the side of the Sands into the Lower Caverns. She had been sleeping in her clothes and the garments were wrinkled.

"All those wanting to try for a wher egg, come to the entrance of the Hatching Cavern. Tekask, my wher, is ready to bestow upon the worthy her eggs." Tekara spoke to a drudge near the night hearth and sent the lad scurrying away.

Tekask, meanwhile, licked a dry part on her hide. That would do until hers could oil it...and waited.

[Shekru]

Having been awake and prepared for any eventuality as it was, Fyg was soon to the hatching cavern to help supervise. Surely, there would be excited youngsters and eager faces seeing who the Queen would trust her children with and Fyg fully intended to keep the peace. For Tekask's sake.

Fygwesk waited beyond the entrance, out in the open air to warn his handler of the masses that may come. That, Fyg had thought, was one downside to being in a Weyr. More people. Lots more. Fyg did not like lots of people, and there were sure to be a good turn out for this. Any time a queen egg was on the sands, everyone and their cousin wanted to come out.

She pulled a root from a sack at her side and gnawed at it. And waited.

[Spirithawk]

Tekask was pleased when one of the resident whers came in to help her supervise, not that she wasn't capable of doing so herself. She was a Queen after all, but that didn't mean she didn't like the added security that the brown and his handler provided. There was the added bonus that she thought this one might be able to help her with her delimma.

Her smallest child was puzzling her. She had already gotten a sense of who would handle the others of her children, but the tiny egg that had been laid first had caused her no end of consternation.

She nosed the spring green egg towards Fyg.

You guard this one.

The Queen would let the handler believe that she was guarding the egg for her until a suitable handler was found. The Queen hummed happily to herself as she returned to the rest of the eggs and waited for their handlers to emerge so she could give them the vessels that held her children and their charges. If they didn't come to her, then she would go to them..as soon as dark had truly fallen of course.

[Shekru]

Fyg watched the Queen move forward with the small egg and listened carefully. Of course. This one was small, and if there were many people, it might get trampled. It made sense to have it out of the way until it was ready.

The woman nodded once and then bowed deeply before the Queen. "With my life, I will." Fyg intoned, kneeling and winding her outer jacket around the base of the egg to keep it extra warm beside her.

Fygwesk stretched his limited mind out to the Queen and gave her encouragement, praise, admiration, and thoughts of loyalty. He was very excited for her, and to be able to witness this, and he was grateful that Tekask allowed him to be present. It was an honor! And one that Fygwesk would try extra hard to remember.

[Akki]

Ejinsk headbutted His, grunting loudly and twisting his body as he turned around and ambled down to the lower tier of the sands. Ejinic glared at the bronze but followed, having an idea as to what was about to happen. “Kanor, you stay here. I don’t want something to eat you.” Ejinic smiled, petting the tunnelcat for a moment before heading out.

The bronze walked out, crooning to the Queen that he had caught before turning his eyes to the eggs. He was sleepy, not quite used to being out this early but he didn’t dare miss this. The handler turned to Tekask, beaming. “Rather exciting, isn’t it?” The last wher hatching he had witnessed was his own, to be honest. He always seemed to be absent from others, an unfortunate sense of timing. He was glad that he wasn’t going to miss this one.

This one mattered.

Ejinsk settled beside Tekask, licking her for a moment on her dry hide. He felt as if he should do more to help out.

Viktu popped up next, rubbing his eyes. The usual piece of fabric in his hair was missing, the blonde mess sort of all over the place. “I didn’t miss anything, did I?” He asked out loud, before moving beside Fyg. He lowered his voice, “I fell asleep at one of the dining tables. I think a drudge thought I had died; I accidentally scared her when I moved.” The cook had never seen a wher hatching before, how did they work? Did the whers walk up to a person and declare they were Theirs?

Poor Viktu, he was about to see how they really went down.

He bent down, looking at the egg that Fyg had and grinned at her when she wrapped a jacket around it. “Look at you, being all motherly.” Part of him wanted to touch the egg but he resisted, what if the Queen didn’t want his getting his hands all over it?

[Spirithawk]

Tekask growled as a person she hadn't chosen for the green egg came too close.

Only prospective handlers touch my eggs. Dragons may do things differently, but do not touch one that is not yours. She wasn't menacingly growling, yet, but she was firm. She didn't want to risk the little one inside bonding to the wrong person. Besides, if this one wanted an egg, she had a different one in mind for him.

Since it seemed like the ones who were arriving, barring the youngster two-legger in front of her, were the handlers, she sent out a mental call, specifically targeting non-dragonriders and those she had picked for her eggs.

If you are interested in an egg, you must come to me and ask if I find you worthy.

While she waited, she returned the lick her mate had given her. She was happy with the result of their run. Her children were healthy and would be strong with the right handlers.

[Shekru]

The Queen's reaction to Viktu made Fyg grin widely. She had heard of Wherqueens being ruthless and protective, and to see one at work made the huntress beam with admiration. A hand patted Viktu's shoulder lightly while she moved to stand over the small green egg protectively.

"Go to Tekask. Bow before her, and offer yourself. If she finds you worthy, she may entrust one of her children with you. If not, don't be offended. She'll choose right by her offspring, and if she denies you, it's likely you're meant for another. But remember. Be polite. It is an honor to stand before a Wherqueen." Fyg's voice was quiet, serene. The hand on the cook's shoulder squeezed firmly and Fyg gave him a light, encouraging nudge toward the Gold.

Fygwesk rumbled beyond, making a mental note to his bond. ~Why you watch little egg? Is not right?~

I suspect Tekask doesn't want it to get harmed. It's a touch small for a wher egg, but no doubt houses a strong hatchling. Hopefully its bond arrives soon. I'll be a lot more relaxed to see it paired and safe.

Fygwesk crooned in acknowledgement before sending out his own, auditory call. It was a long bugle. Far more clear and pleasant than his usual faire of noises.

[Akki]

Viktu had to suppress a small shudder when the voice entered his head; he still wasn’t quite used to there being a voice in there that didn’t belong to him. It was such an…odd feeling. How did dragonriders deal with it? Surely their dragons were communicating with them nonstop.

The cook straightened, his hands in front of him with his palm outwards and took a step back from the egg. “Oop, sorry! My bad, I won’t touch. I promise.” The cook apologized, offering the Wherqueen a bashful grin. It was his first time seeing a wher clutch and he was already messing up! He glanced at Fyg and stuck his tongue out at her, “I think you’re enjoying my scolding too much.”

Viktu took a small step forward when Fyg gave him a nudge, “Fine, fine. But if I die or something ‘cause I did something wrong I’ll blame you.” He sniffed before walking in front of the Queen and bowing to the golden beast.

He straightened and a hand went to the back of his head, rubbing it. “Um. Sorry about, you know.” He glanced back at the egg that Fyg hovered over. “I don’t really know how these things work.” He said in a lowered voice. Viktu didn’t really know how to talk to whers (Could you tell?) and it seemed that he was talking to her in the same way he would talk to a friend with all his whispering and such. “Is it alright if I stick around?” he asked almost nervously before blinking and adding, “I can understand if you say no. I sort of messed up back there, didn’t I?”

Ejinic snorted loudly, and unintentionally, before covering his mouth with a hand. Poor Viktu! He glanced at Fyg and winked at her as Ejinsk added on to Fygwesk's bugle.

[catilena1890]

By some miracle, Girae managed to make her way to the hatching sands almost on her own, with some help from a young weyrling. Altough she couldn't see like everyone else, she could make out shapes and silhouettes, depending on how bright it was. As she entered the sands, she swallowed deeply and took a deep breath.

"Um, hello. I wish to Impress a wher. Uh, I`m sort of blind, but I can see shapes, could someone point out the queen to me?" She asked as she looked around unsurely. She could just make out the figures of both the Queen and the people, and she slowly made her way to them. This was terrifying and exciting to her all at once. She was excited because she might get a chance to become a wherhandler, and terrified because she wasn't sure if they let blind girls impress. But she was determined to try, for she was not weak even though she was blind. Although she wouldn't admit it out loud, Girae would not tolerate being treated like a liability and refused a wher egg just because of her condition. Wher's couldn't see any better than she could right? Knowing that, she relaxed a little, thinking that any wherhandler would know that.

[Spirithawk]

Tekara smiled at the awkward cook. She hoped he took it as an encouraging smile. Neither she nor her queen would really bite. She was fairly easygoing. Tekask was simiply worried about who would bond to her children and she didn't want to risk the hatchling bonding to someone who couldn't handle the wher or didn't mesh well enough with the hathcling. She didn't want any of her children to go wild.

Wild was not a pleasant place. There was no one to pen in nice things to eat for a wher to hunt. No handy oil to help keep an itch from causing sores. There were also fewer places for a wher to sleep that was as comfortable as a den. Tekask would never admit it, but her human handler was also fairly good company.

So, because of that, she didn't want any of her children to go wild. Why have them running amuck out there when they could be well-cared for here?

Tekask ignored the fact that the boy hadn't greeted her properly. She noted that another person had come in, but the girl hadn't greeted her at all yet so she wouldn't consider her just yet. She did think she had the right egg for the child, but she'd have to do better than that if she wanted it. There was someone who could take the egg if the chit didn't work out.

As for Viktu, she knew just the right one for him. She walked out among her eggs, dissmissing first one and then another until she came to the underwater egg.

She carefully rolled the egg towards him. This one only you touch. Is yours. Take care of it. That probably wasn't the thing the youngling was looking for, but she wanted him to have it, and have it he would. He'd do well for her child.



Once the cook took the egg, she returned to where she had been standing before her eggs, waiting to see who would approach next. Two of her children had homes, unless someone else came. She knew that one of the handlers would be surprised this hatching. She hoped the handler would like it.

[Shekru]

Ejinic's wink was caught and returned. Fyg's arms were crossed over her chest as she watched the poor cook being subjected to the Queen's will. Much to the brownhandler's surprise, Tekask rolled an egg toward him. Now THAT wasn't something she was expecting!

Before the cook had a chance to refuse, Fyg said strongly, "Bring your egg here and keep it warm." She knew what danger refusing a Queen could be, and with Viktu's personality, she was trying to prevent the insecure questioning.

When another stepped out onto the sand, Fyg's attention diverted briefly. Fygwesk, come keep this egg secure a moment.

Once the hulking brown had settled down around the small egg, Fyg trekked over to Girae and placed her hands on the girl's shoulders. In a low voice, she offered the girl instruction while turning her properly toward the gold.

"Go no further than this or you risk angering the Queen. Bow low and offer yourself for the Queen's inspection. You'll want to be very polite and very still. Speak clearly. Remember, you're in front of a queen. One that could easily devour you if the mood takes her." One last pat on the girl's shoulder and Fyg turned back to rejoin her bulky brown. He crooned at her as she sank down into the sand to lean against his mottled hide. One arm circled around the little Spring Egg carefully, adjusting the coat to ensure maximum warmth.

"I haven't had this much fun since you hatched, y'big dirt clod." She said softly, patting Fygwesk's flank.

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The calamity had drawn another curious face to the sands, and this one was smudged with lour and traces of seasoning. A few hairs were out of place from the braid she tried so hard to keep neat behind her head, but for this once, she let her eagerness to see new things take the lead. Wide blue eyes squinted at the brightness of the glows in the cavern. Adjusting to the light wasn't terribly difficult, and within a few moments she blinked brightly and began to take in the sights before her.

Eggs, Whers, Handlers, people. It was a much smaller gathering than a dragon hatching, and that fact made Hamuna sigh with relief. The loudness of the stands and spectators for dragon hatchings always made her a bit uneasy, but this? This she could definitely handle. Overhearing the Brownhandler's words to the younger girl, Hamuna chewed her lip before carefully stepping forward and bowing before the Wherqueen.

"Excuse me, your Loveliness. With your consent, I would like to watch. It would bring me great joy to see your children find their homes. May I be present?"

Politeness ran in the family, thankfully. She didn't rise from the bow right away. In fact, Hamuna remained bent at the waist and only peered up at the queen with her eyes. Despite her nervousness, she smiled at the Gold, unable to contain the excitement she felt at witnessing Wher customs.

[Akki]

Viktu was definitely caught off guard when the gold wher rolled an egg towards him. He had been hoping to be granted permission to watch the hatching, not get an egg.

That sounded like a complaint, but it wasn’t.

This was much better than expected. A large grin broke out on his face as he quickly bowed to the wher again, a wordless thanks. He glanced at Fyg and winked; noticing her surprised expression before he did what he was told and brought the egg over. He slowly sat down on the ground with his legs splayed, the egg between them. Now he could touch a wher egg so he let his hands roam over the surface. It was certainly not smooth like a dragon’s, but rough and bumpy. He looked up from the blue colored egg and frowned at Fyg, “How does this work anyways?”

Ejinic grimaced at the question, sharing a glance with Ejinsk who sent a wave of amusement to His. The bronze wherhandler patted the cook on the back and grinned, “Just wait and see, Viktu. Let it be a surprise.” He had the feeling that if he told Viktu how the whers went for your blood, the cook would back off from the egg. Faranth knew how that would go down with the Tekask.

Viktu frowned slightly at the man but shrugged, "I suppose I like surprises." He let his fingers drum on the egg as he watched others come into the cavern - two girls and grinned at them before turning his attention back to Fyg. "I will cook delicious gourmet meals for this wher. I'm telling you now so you won't get jealous when I'm doting on it."

[catilena1890]

Girae nodded gratefully at Fyg as she was turned to face the queen. She gave a small smiled and, following Fyg's lead, began whispering.

"Thank you so much. I shall do as you say." She said quietly as she bowed low to the golden wher.

"Greetings, your goldeness. I trust you are well? Please, may I have one of your eggs? I promise I shall take good care of the precious treasure inside." She asked as politely as she could, trying to sound strong, honest, and respectful.

In Truth, Girae was nervous. This wher was NOT the playful green she had met before coming here, this was a queen wher, a creature both fiercesome and proud, and she knew this as well as she knew she was blind. As terrified as she was, Girae tried her best to hide it from the gold so as not to have her put off or for Girae to appear unworthy for a wher egg. She had to try to convince the queen that she was indeed worthy of one of her eggs.

[Spirithawk]

Tekask had dismissed the cook as soon as she had given him his egg. Another young woman stepped up and she looked her over. Indeed, this was one of the ones she had in mind for one of her children. For now though, she needed to handle the girl who seemed to be having trouble with protocol.

Deal with you. One moment youngling. Tekask spoke to the girl who had just entered.

To the blind girl, she turned to Fyg. You help. Egg you have hers. That would solve two problems. The blind girl needed help until her child hatched to help her, and the handler would have to be at the hatching for her surprise. Tekask hummed with satisfaction. This was working out nicely.

To Girae, she said. Talk louder. Tell name next time. Egg yours with brown human. She meant that Fyg was a brown handler.

That done, she turned back to the girl who had asked for permission to watch. She circled her, looking over her carefully.

You'll do. With that, she walked over to the largest egg, the one that everyone thought would be a golden queen. She wasn't sure they were right, but nevertheless, this one needed a strong handler and this girl was good for that.

Come here. Is yours. Her tone brooked no argument. She wanted this girl for this egg, and by all that was important to whers, she'd have her way!

Now, there were two more that she needed to give out but the prospective handlers hadn't come in yet. She'd be peeved if she had to hunt them down.

[Shekru]

When Girae finally stepped forward and gave herself over to the Queen's inspection, Fyg sighed with relief. The Queen didn't immediately hiss or bellow. In fact, from the outside, it looked as though the Queen was truly taking her time in assessing the young woman.

While Fyg knew the importance of finding strong handlers for Wher hatchlings, it made her admiration for the Queen grow to find that the golden Wher saw promise in even the most unlikely underdog. Whers were considered underdogs. Not by Fyg, but anyone who wasn't intimately involved in the lives of Whers seemed to think so.

"I will." Fyg said, bowing to the Queen once more before turning Girae back toward Fygwesk.

"This egg is greenish. Looks like spring in the meadows. Like the smell of grassland and the warmth of the sun. The hum of insects." The girl was blind. Fyg had to relate the appearance to something she'd better understand. "Reach your hand out and you'll be able to feel the texture. You're close to Fygwesk; he's my brown. It's all right if you touch him, too. He won't harm you. What's your name, girl?" Fyg asked finally after placing Girae close to the egg and out of the line of people walking.

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Pale eyes still watching the Queen curiously, Hamuna remained in her bow until the strange voice in her head seemed to say 'you may move'. At least, that's what the tone suggested. The circling of the large female didn't phase her, and the voice in her head only put her off her feet for a moment.

Straightening, the tradeswoman watched the Queen's progress and blinked widely when she was beckoned forward. To a large egg, no less! That's certainly not something she'd been expecting.

Slowly at first, she stepped forward. Then, with a deep breath she added confidence and purpose to her step before laying both hands atop the egg. "Your judgment is better than mine. If you wish for me to tend this egg and the hatchling with in, I will do it with my whole heart and soul. Thank you, Wherqueen." Hamuna bowed again wit h her heart hammering in her throat.

Such a big egg. Where would she put it? Good heavens, what would her mother think!

A multitude of questions swarmed Hamuna's mind, but above all else, excitement brewed and bubbled in her chest. It made it a little hard to breathe, and a lot harder not to smile. The woman knelt beside the egg and pressed an ear gently to the side. "I hope you come out soon. I can't wait to meet you." She said softly to the hatchling within.

[catilena1890]

Girae was amazed by the gold Wher's thoughts. She considered replying to her but was interrupted by Fyg before she had a chance to do so in full.

"Thank you dear queen, I am Girae." She managed to get out before she turned toward Fyg's voice and reached out, gently touching Fygwesk and using him to guide her toward her egg. She reached out to the egg that Fyg held out and gasped.

"Oh my, your wher's hide is so smooth and rippley, and the egg, it feels so bumpily rough, are wher's and wher eggs supposed to feel this way?" She asked, delightfully excited by the experience. She could not believe she was actually chosen for an egg! She was told by the wherhandler she met long ago that it was not necessarily guarenteed that the wher inside was truly destined to be hers, but by the first egg, she was honored to at least be considered worthy of carrying an egg.

[Spirithawk]

Kadren was nervous, that much was certain, but the smallest lad at the Hold realized that if the Queen wanted to eat him, she would eat him whether he was nervous, or whether he was the biggest lad at the Hold or not!

He was used to being teased by his brothers and the other fosterlings, but he had been treated with outright friendliness in this place. Now, he was waiting to stand for a wher egg. His family had wanted him to come home with one of the beasts, or better yet, a dragon, to help protect the hold from Holdless raids.

He knew enough to know that dragons stayed in the weyr, but what about whers? That would be something he'd have to ask.

He approached the great queen.

"Kadren, my lady, at your service." His voice was nearly a squeak. It was still settling even though he was now 15 turns old, and a hot blush covered his cheeks when he heard his own voice. He hoped it settled soon! It was downright embarrassing that he couldn't speak without squeaking.

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Tekask would have smiled if she had been human. As it was, her wher-grin was almost predatory as one of the two she was waiting for entered the cavern. Almost impatiently, she rolled the purple hued egg with the multi-colored speckles on it towards him.

Yours.

With that, she turned her attention away from the boy that she had just given her one before last egg to. She'd go hunt down the last if need be but for now, this egg had time. It wasn't quite ready to go yet, not like the rest of her clutch, particularly the one she had just given out. That one wouldn't wait much longer.

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Kadren had a look of astonishment on his youthful face. He hadn't expected to be given an egg that quickly with no questions. How did the Queen know which one would fit him, or was it just haphazard? How did she even know he was here for an egg?

He bowed low. He might never know the answer to his questions, but his Ma had raised him to be polite, and growing up in Southern Hold wasn't easy with the current Lord Holder. It was to his advantage that he was polite and easily blended into the background.

"My thanks."

He noted some others standing nearby with eggs of their own and carefully rolled the egg to them.

"Hello. I'm Kadren, formerly of Southern Hold."

He started to ask a question, but before he could, the egg beneath his hand gave a great wobble, and just as quickly, wobbled in the other direction. It was almost as if the egg was fighting against itself for which direction it wanted to wobble in, but one side of the wobble was weaker than the other.

The egg was hatching!

Some of the other eggs were showing signs of life.

Meat. Now. Hatch. Startled drudges woke from their sleep from the force of the wher-Queen's command. Things were moving quickly now, and Tekara would soon be able to leave with hers to finish their mission.

The egg that was wobbling was already showing cracks. The spring egg was moving as if something inside it was bumping it, but it was nowhere near as close to hatching as the latest egg given out.

OOC: Kadren's mine, I just have been lazy and haven't gotten his bio down yet. I'll get that up soon.

[Shekru]

Having situated Girae confidently, Fyg allowed herself the chance to look around. A small boy? This would be interesting. Despite his squeaking and small stature, the Wherling master looked on him with admiration. It took a lot of courage to stand in front of a Wherqueen, and this boy showed heart, if nothing else. Tekask must have seen this, as well, Fyg thought, as the boy was given an egg.

When he introduced himself, Fyg nodded once and held an arm out to usher him to the side. That is, of course, until the egg began moving. Surprise registered on the brownhandler's face for a brief second before she looked around. Another egg was moving. "Shards, Tekask wasn't messing around! Good thing her call was answered quicklike. Here, boy! Bring it over here in this free space. Welcome to Dark Moon, kiddo! The woman tousled the boy's hair briefly before turning to look at the Spring Egg. She'd keep an eye on this to make sure Girae could handle the egg and hatchling. Once they were bound, she'd have a bit more freedom, but for the time being, she had to be nanny.

"Hurry up with that meat, kitchenfolk! We're gonna have grumpy babies in a few moments!" Not that the drudges could hear her, but excitement was bubbling in the Wherhandler. Fygwesk bugled his own energetic glee.

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There was little else in the world that Hamuna could focus on aside from the egg in front of her. A mix of thoughts and feelings overwhelmed the woman to such a degree that she nearly had to remind herself to breathe. She was chosen! She'd never thought she'd be picked for something like this. Her heart swelled with joy and warmth at the thought that she, of all people, was good enough for more than kitchen duties.

Her little world was disrupted by the loud Brownhandler's voice as she announced that there were going to be babies. Babies? So soon? Pale blue eyes scanned the surroundings and, sure enough, things were happening! Was she ready for this? Heart in her throat, Hamuna looked from the rest of the soon-to-be Wherlings to her own egg. Again, her hands fell to the shell and her ear pressed to the side of it. "I guess I'll get to meet you and your siblings sooner than I expected!" She whispered, allowing a wide smile to curl upon her lips.

[Spirithawk]

The multi-colored egg gave another half-sided wobble and then started to crumble. The whole hatchling was hard to see because of the way the egg was falling around and onto it. It looked like the hatchling was two-toned in a very distinctive way.

Dark blue, and silvery blue hide gradually appeared as the egg fell away, but surprise, surprise, TWO heads reared up from the egg shells.

Those watching were a little shocked. What monstrosity was this? A two-headed wher? Nothing had been seen like that in all the Turns. Perhaps some of the unhatched eggs of dragons and whers had held such things, but no one had broken them open to see. They had been transferred sorrowfully between rather than face the horror of a dead hatchling inside.

The two-heads creeled for food, their eyes whirling red. Then, with a completely awkward motion, the two hatchlings split apart!

There was not one, but two baby whers in that egg! It had happened before with the twin Queens, but that had been one massive egg and the queens were nowhere near as different in size as these two were.

The silvery wher was absolutely tiny. He rolled in the sand away from his larger sibling. His roll took him right in front of Fyg. He was so weak and hungry that he couldn't help himself, he sunk his teeth into her leg, and the bond was formed.

Wensk sorry. He removed his maw from Fyg's leg, looking up at her with pleading eyes. He'd soon forget that he was upset, but not until after he'd been fed.



Wher: Wensk
Handler: Fyg
Color: Blue
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Wensk is one small dude. He will only grow to about 3/4ths the size of the smallest blue wher. He barely made it out of the egg, and then only thanks to his stronger twin. His hide is a nice, silvery blue, lined with a slightly darker shade of very light royal blue that is a bright contrast to the silvery blue that makes up the rest of his hide.

His wings are patterned in wavy lines of silvery blue and light royal blue across the length of the membrane. He just looks like a happy camper, and his expression is usually joyful.

Color Code: 0066FF



Personality:
Wensk is one of the cutest little things you’ll ever see. He will never grow to be the size that most blue whers grow, for he is indeed a runt. He’s always one to be overly curious, and sometimes, that gets him into trouble. He has little tact and respect for privacy because he simply doesn’t understand the concept. He has nothing to hide, so why should anyone else. He’s rather happy-go-lucky, however, and if someone gets angry with him, he doesn’t stay upset for long.

He is loyal to his handler, but not exactly obedient. What can he say? It’s interesting out there! He doesn’t really understand anger, and never shows it unless he’s fighting Thread or protecting his handler. The feeling he feels when he fights Thread is foreign to him, and he doesn’t recognize it as anger. He loves to dig, because digging sometimes brings up new things, plus it keeps his talons sharp!
Life is one big adventure for this little guy, and when he is tired enough to stop being curious, he likes to cuddle, that is, if his handler and her other wher let him!

[Shekru]

There was little time before the egg cracked. Thankfully, Drudges were already on their way with meat for the hatchlings, which should help with the chaos of bonding and getting the new Wherlings settled. Fyg was in the middle of thinking about all that would have to be done in a very short time when she turned toward the cavern entrance. The first egg was cracking! Where was the meat?!

She'd almost began to march for the kitchens herself when her leg was attacked. The woman ACK'd in surprise before turning to see what had caught her. A small rainbow met her eyes and then came another mind smoothing its way alongside that of Fygwesk within her head and heart.

The brown Wher stood slowly and tilted his head to the side. This was as much a change for him as his Handler, and the introduction of another conciousness into his own head was a little.. challenging for the Wher. They weren't dumb by any means. Slow, yes.

Fygwesk still in here? The brown carefully tested his connection with the Handler.

Shock was still registering on the woman's face as she reached a steadying hand to her original bond. "Yes, love. You're still with me. Fret not." Fyg began exuding warm, comforting thoughts and feelings to the confused brown while looking down at the small heap of blue Wher that creeled pitifully by her feet.

Sweet Faranth in an omlette, Fyg thought.

What Omlette? Is food? Wensk hungry. So hungry! ;_; Came an answer in her head.

Food coming. Must be patient. Will be here soon. Fygwesk, I. You Wensk. The brown wher provided. His Handler seemed to be suffering from surprise and a bit of confusion as the conversation went on in her head. Wensk now Fygwesk little brother. Must be good to Ours.

Shaking her head, Fyg managed a breath and sank down onto her heels between the brown and scrawny blue. One hand laid itself on Fygwesk and the other carefully held Wensk's face. Her touch for the small blue was tender, as though she thought he might break. With the conversing Whers taking up her headspace, there was little she could think to say. She tugged both of their heads close to her body and held them, whispering, "You are my loves and my life. Thank Faranth for you both." She scooped the small blue up into her lap while letting Fygwesk drape his big head over her shoulder to get a closer look a the new addition to their strange little family.

Still reeling, Fyg cast a look over to Tekask, awe giving way to understanding. "You knew." She said simply. Anyone that thought Whers were unintelligent need only look at Tekask to be proven wrong.