Post by Spirithawk on Jun 23, 2006 19:28:36 GMT -5
Christae shifted in her sleep, snuggling closer to the warmth of her weyrmate. The days were growing shorter and as they grew shorter, they cooled down, even in the Southern Continent. The days may be warm but the nights were rather cool in the stone caverns of the Weyr. She was resting easily even though she was dreaming. She couldn't quite remember her dream when she was gently roused by her bonded's voice in her head.
Beloved, please do not be angry with me for not telling you. You sleep so seldom and this could not wait. I did not mean to hide from you like the last time. I just did not want to disturb you when you were sleeping so peacefully.
Christae sat up in bed, hugging the furs to her. ~ Kaith, what are you talking about?~ Christae got confusing images of sand and brightly colored ovals. She woke with a start. "Sh'iron love, wake up." She called gently to the sleeping Weyrleader." She glanced out of the cavern. The sun wasn't even up yet.
~Kaith, you couldn't have picked a better time to clutch? You just had to lay your eggs before the crack of dawn when all respectable riders are abed?~
I said I am sorry love. I could not help it. It was time.
~I know lovely. I am not mad at you. I am proud of you. Christae turned and gently kissed her weyrmate. "Come on, Sh'iron or we will miss the rest of the clutching. Kaith is laying her eggs. I think you should wake Myranenth. I think he will want to see his children."
She rose, shivering as the cool air hit her bare arms and legs. She had a large tunic over her undergarments because the nights were becoming too cold to sleep in the nude and she was never certain of spending an uninterrupted night in her weyr. She went to the chest at the foot of their bed and drew out light breeches and a short sleeved, light tunic. She threw a light jacket over that. She would remove the jacket when she reached the scorching sands. She did take her thickest boots. She would not be like the Candidates with thin sandles.
She didn't wait until her weyrmate was awake enough to respond. She went to his dragon and stroked his eye ridges. "Wake up Myranenth love. Your children are being clutched." She turned to pick up her son from his crib and let out a short cry of fear. Birinj flew up from the place under the blankets that he had slipped in to when Christae had left with a chirp of alarm.
Do not worry. Your hatchling is with me. He was starting to fuss and I didn't want him to wake you. I took him with me. I was very careful. Kaith sent her bonded an image of her carefully handling the diapered child in her claws. He was nearly a turn old now after the three or so months since Kaith's flight and the time from the last flight and his birth. Christae was nearing her twentieth Turn. Christae breathed a sigh of relief even though she was astonished at her dragon. She didn't know if she wanted to laugh or scold the Queen. "Sometimes I wonder if dragons are getting smarter than we are." She said.
She walked out of the weyr, trusting that the huge bronze would wake his bonded. She walked swiftly down the stairs and entered the warm cavern, tossing her jacket aside on the tiers. She walked forward to see the eggs her beloved gold had already laid. She couldn't see because the Queen's large tail was in the way. Slowly, as if revealing the crown jewels of a Lord Holder's treasure, Kaith moved her tail aside so that her chosen could see the eggs. Christae gasped at the magnificent coloring of the eggs.
"By the First Egg." She breathed. "Kaith you have outdone yourself this time." Each of the three eggs that the Senior Queen had already laid was glowing with a jewel like intensity on the hot sands of the Hatching Ground.
The egg that looked the driest and the hardest was a pale pink color. There were white threads that crisscrossed the gleaming shell that looked like cracks along the surface. The egg was smooth, despite the fractured look. Christae tore her eyes away from the glowing rose colored egg and turned to the next jewel-like oval.
The second egg was a speckled egg. The egg had brownish gold splotches with turqoise patches all over the surface. This egg too glowed with a jewl-like intensity. Christae had never seen such a color. The brown was a deep brown, almost black, but it shone with a golden tint, almost as if flecks of gold were imbedded in the smooth shell.
Christae then turned to look at the last egg Kaith had laid. The great golden Queen was resting for a few moments while her contractions lessened. She was pleased with herself. The third egg was covered with various shades of violet, lilac and silvery white. Sections of the egg seemed blue-violet while others shone pure violet. This egg too looked like there were fractures along the surface, but the lines did not look like cracks. The egg had a silvery overtone to it and it reflected a bright light. All of the eggs were breathtakingly beautiful. Christae could barely imagine the colors that would come out of those eggs. Would there be more mutated colors or would they be normal dragon colors. Would they be strangely marked?
The Weyrwoman walked around the eggs, her face glowing with happiness. She was so proud of her Queen. "Kaith love, they are wonderful." Christae caught sight of a figure waddling towards the eggs. "Chiron, no!" She lunged toward the toddler. He was starting to walk, but he wasn't very agile. He tripped on his own feet and fell. Before Christae could reach him, a long tail stretched out and caught the baby.
He is fine. He has been here all the time and he has not harmed himself or my eggs. I like having him here even though human hatchlings are so strange. He is a sweet thing. Kaith straightened the baby out with a gentle thrust of her tail and then moved away from him so that he could walk on his own. Christae wiped away a tear of happiness. Her son was growing up quickly and was already showing signs of intelligence and willfulness, something that would help him when he was a Weyr Brat and the son of the Weyrleaders. Her Queen was shaping up to be one of the best Senior Queens that Dark Moon had seen in a long time and the dragons were prospering.
Beloved, please do not be angry with me for not telling you. You sleep so seldom and this could not wait. I did not mean to hide from you like the last time. I just did not want to disturb you when you were sleeping so peacefully.
Christae sat up in bed, hugging the furs to her. ~ Kaith, what are you talking about?~ Christae got confusing images of sand and brightly colored ovals. She woke with a start. "Sh'iron love, wake up." She called gently to the sleeping Weyrleader." She glanced out of the cavern. The sun wasn't even up yet.
~Kaith, you couldn't have picked a better time to clutch? You just had to lay your eggs before the crack of dawn when all respectable riders are abed?~
I said I am sorry love. I could not help it. It was time.
~I know lovely. I am not mad at you. I am proud of you. Christae turned and gently kissed her weyrmate. "Come on, Sh'iron or we will miss the rest of the clutching. Kaith is laying her eggs. I think you should wake Myranenth. I think he will want to see his children."
She rose, shivering as the cool air hit her bare arms and legs. She had a large tunic over her undergarments because the nights were becoming too cold to sleep in the nude and she was never certain of spending an uninterrupted night in her weyr. She went to the chest at the foot of their bed and drew out light breeches and a short sleeved, light tunic. She threw a light jacket over that. She would remove the jacket when she reached the scorching sands. She did take her thickest boots. She would not be like the Candidates with thin sandles.
She didn't wait until her weyrmate was awake enough to respond. She went to his dragon and stroked his eye ridges. "Wake up Myranenth love. Your children are being clutched." She turned to pick up her son from his crib and let out a short cry of fear. Birinj flew up from the place under the blankets that he had slipped in to when Christae had left with a chirp of alarm.
Do not worry. Your hatchling is with me. He was starting to fuss and I didn't want him to wake you. I took him with me. I was very careful. Kaith sent her bonded an image of her carefully handling the diapered child in her claws. He was nearly a turn old now after the three or so months since Kaith's flight and the time from the last flight and his birth. Christae was nearing her twentieth Turn. Christae breathed a sigh of relief even though she was astonished at her dragon. She didn't know if she wanted to laugh or scold the Queen. "Sometimes I wonder if dragons are getting smarter than we are." She said.
She walked out of the weyr, trusting that the huge bronze would wake his bonded. She walked swiftly down the stairs and entered the warm cavern, tossing her jacket aside on the tiers. She walked forward to see the eggs her beloved gold had already laid. She couldn't see because the Queen's large tail was in the way. Slowly, as if revealing the crown jewels of a Lord Holder's treasure, Kaith moved her tail aside so that her chosen could see the eggs. Christae gasped at the magnificent coloring of the eggs.
"By the First Egg." She breathed. "Kaith you have outdone yourself this time." Each of the three eggs that the Senior Queen had already laid was glowing with a jewel like intensity on the hot sands of the Hatching Ground.
The egg that looked the driest and the hardest was a pale pink color. There were white threads that crisscrossed the gleaming shell that looked like cracks along the surface. The egg was smooth, despite the fractured look. Christae tore her eyes away from the glowing rose colored egg and turned to the next jewel-like oval.
The second egg was a speckled egg. The egg had brownish gold splotches with turqoise patches all over the surface. This egg too glowed with a jewl-like intensity. Christae had never seen such a color. The brown was a deep brown, almost black, but it shone with a golden tint, almost as if flecks of gold were imbedded in the smooth shell.
Christae then turned to look at the last egg Kaith had laid. The great golden Queen was resting for a few moments while her contractions lessened. She was pleased with herself. The third egg was covered with various shades of violet, lilac and silvery white. Sections of the egg seemed blue-violet while others shone pure violet. This egg too looked like there were fractures along the surface, but the lines did not look like cracks. The egg had a silvery overtone to it and it reflected a bright light. All of the eggs were breathtakingly beautiful. Christae could barely imagine the colors that would come out of those eggs. Would there be more mutated colors or would they be normal dragon colors. Would they be strangely marked?
The Weyrwoman walked around the eggs, her face glowing with happiness. She was so proud of her Queen. "Kaith love, they are wonderful." Christae caught sight of a figure waddling towards the eggs. "Chiron, no!" She lunged toward the toddler. He was starting to walk, but he wasn't very agile. He tripped on his own feet and fell. Before Christae could reach him, a long tail stretched out and caught the baby.
He is fine. He has been here all the time and he has not harmed himself or my eggs. I like having him here even though human hatchlings are so strange. He is a sweet thing. Kaith straightened the baby out with a gentle thrust of her tail and then moved away from him so that he could walk on his own. Christae wiped away a tear of happiness. Her son was growing up quickly and was already showing signs of intelligence and willfulness, something that would help him when he was a Weyr Brat and the son of the Weyrleaders. Her Queen was shaping up to be one of the best Senior Queens that Dark Moon had seen in a long time and the dragons were prospering.
