With the discovery of the eastern continent and the surprise it held, Pern has been shaken. Half the engineered clutch has hatched revealing mutations. Most disturbing of all, are the disappearances of entire Weyrs; but does it have any connection?
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IIRLA OF GOLD IZANYCORTH
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RHOSLYN OF SILVER TAZINYTH
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The Remaining Few; "Clutching"
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Topic Started: Nov 11 2012, 09:19 PM (561 Views)
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Nov 11 2012, 09:19 PM
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Come.
It was the only warning that Rhoslyn received before Tazinyth finally pulled herself up off the ground from where she had been laying all day without moving. Anyone not used to the silver's odd behavior would have though she was sleeping if not for her eyes still open. Others may have believed her dead, though even then the eyes were always a dead give away.
I breathe as well. Now come.
There were no more words other than those few, and the weyrling shook her head as she set down the scroll she had been reading. The riders that watched the weyrlings' progress carefully had advised her to begin reading on the history of the Weyrs. It's not much use since most of them are gone now. Ducking her head so that it didn't hit the low overhang of the corridor, the young woman smoothed down her tunic with a simple stroke of her hand.
Tazinyth was somewhere ahead of her, though where exactly Rhoslyn did not know. At the subtle hint of curiosity however, the dragonet sent back an image of the cavern that had been made into a hatching sands, the same one that the riders had first found the two capsules filled with partially developed dragon eggs. You do not need to check on them. Tazinyth only gave a dismissive flick of her tail, continuing on despite her rider hanging back and settling against the cool wall.
Even deep within the mountain's cavern system the hot air from the Summer heat still clung around. Pulling the bottom of her tunic up so she could wipe the sweat away, not caring in the least she was showing a good bit of skin, Rhoslyn straightened up again and pulled her hair off of her neck. "Faranth and Ramoth, let this be good." Get over here! Alright, alright shut it you! The dragonet snorted, her eyes whirling an agitated yellow and orange. It wasn't long before Rhoslyn was rounding the last corner, her eyes settling on the subtle hint of silver among the expanse of sand.
"What did you want Taz?" The weyrling's eyes shifted from the dragonet to the eggs that were still inside the confines of the second machine. Hissing softly, the silver scraped one clawed foot against the side, the movement giving off a terribly high pitched screeched that made Rhoslyn cover her ears and shout against the alarming noise. "Hey!" It is time to move them. Could have just said so. Moving over to where the locking mechanism was, Rhoslyn looked through the glass cover at the eggs, her eyes narrowing momentarily before Tazinyth whacked the woman's legs with her tail.
The Silver was not in the best of moods today. I'm going to need help grouchy-tail. If she could, Rhoslyn knew Tazinyth would have rolled her eyes as she automatically made an all call for the riders and weyrfolk in Silver Falls. It's time to move the eggs to the sands!.....there happy? Gritting her teeth at the prospect of company while doing something for the sharding Weyr she had ended up in, Rhoslyn hissed her comment. "Overjoyed."
(OoC: If you have an accepted character feel free to have them show up. Rhoslyn, or more likely when she shows up, Iirla will tell them what to do and where to place the eggs.)
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Nov 16 2012, 10:39 AM
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A'oruMine. The eggs are ready to be moved to the sands. Icketh announced all of a sudden as A'oru was sleeping. Who says that I have to get out of bed to help? A'oru asked with a groan. Tazinyth. You better get up; she sounds grumpy. Icketh replied. With a sigh, A'oru rose from his bed and silently put on his clothes. It seemed only yesterday that the eggs were created in that...machine. He had heard tales of how the first dragons were created from that same machine that the current clutch was made from. The Harpers sung of it, his parents told of it, his former Weyr told of it; the list goes on.
He silently walked across the weyrbowl, wishing that he was inside, weaving his current project: a tapestry of Lessa's and Ramoth's flight to bring the former weyrs forward in time, thus saving Pern from Threadfall. It was going well; he had planned it from the day he learned of her and her dragon's feat. He had just begun, but he was doing well. If only he could get someone to see it in person....
He and Icketh arrived at the Hatching Sands. Icketh took to his favored perch while A'oru approached the silverrider. He still remembered her Impression well, as well as the Impressions of the first Smoke and Flame; he was there from the beginning. He took to her left side and spoke. "Icketh told me you need help moving the eggs." he said, his eyes gazing at the small clutch through the glass.
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Nov 16 2012, 11:52 AM
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It was not long before the first of the riders showed up, one of the four brownriders. She thought his name started with an A, yes most likely that. A'do...no....A'oru! That's it. Trying to keep the satisfaction from her features at remembering his name, the Weyrling looked over at the young man and nodded. "Yes. We shall wait until Iirla comes to move them, but they are in need of moving. It's time for them to harden." She looked down at her growing dragonet to make sure that this was the case, and when Tazinyth didn't say anything contrary, Rhoslyn took it as a good sign she had spoken correctly.
Her fingers traced the lines of the latch, the soft pads of each finger coming into contact with the crossing of the metal. They hovered there, ready to free the six eggs from their "mother", and Tazinyth watched completely still as her rider hesitated. I would be taking them into my care if I did this.... She knew that was a silly and childish thought. Surely Izanycorth would be the one to take them in, but still there was Tazinyth beside her and she too was a Queen. Rhoslyn fought against the bile that rose to her throat.
She refused to show any sign of weakness, she would not let her emotions get the better of her. Still, could she fully step into the world that she had condemned? Rhoslyn did not have an answer. Riders had brought her into this world, riders had abandoned her and her two siblings, a rider had killed her brother just for pestering and insulting him. It was one case. The rider was drunk, he repented after.
The Weyrling had never forgiven them though. She had not wished to come here, she had not wished to impress. Shaking her head the tiniest bit, Rhoslyn let her hand slip from the latch and let out the breath she had not known she had been holding in. Let them go. Let him go.
Tazinyth had shifted finally, her head tilted up to look at her rider, eyes whirling a blend of orange and red. Slowly, the woman's hand rose up again, and she laid it on the latch, her fingers working the me mechanism until a click rang out through the cavern, echoing long after the glass lid had already raised up over the eggs and revealed them to the world.
Gently, her hand traced the outer shell of the nearest egg, a small one with a dark shell that shimmered red in the light. It was barely warm, a faint pulse running beneath the fragile and only partially hardened surface. "We will need multiple people on each egg, and they will need to be careful. The shells are still soft. You were here for the first moving though, as were many of them."
Her blue eyes stared at the fingers that still lay on the shell, her mind stunned into silence. Tazinyth at her legs rose up on her back feet, her front reaching up to settle on the edge of the machine as her head went into the capsule to look at her siblings. Her tail snaked up to wrap around a coil leading from the machine, her body pulling itself in to curl around one of the eggs and then she raised her head to look at the two riders but not say anything. It was strange to see the tiny silver body wrapped around one of the eggs, her tail curling around another. Tazinyth never cared about anyone but herself and occasionally her rider.
What have I done? You have moved on, and I have claimed them as my own.
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Nov 16 2012, 01:12 PM
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Izanycorth was awake in a moment's notice. She could feel it.. it was time for the eggs to be moved. She stood. Come, Mine... it is time. The eggs must be moved. Iirla sighed and stood. She had never had to do this before. Especially with eggs so young and fresh, but she stood and dressed and approached the room quietly, Izanycorth flying to the opening above and entering the cavern from there, landing rather lightly all things considered and crooning at Tazynith. MineDaughter... Tazynith... it is time they be moved... we cannot remain too long. Come now... she said gently to the silver, looking at the little one with a sense of pride. Never abandon those who need you. The words were soft and gentle as she looked with happily swirling eyes on the little silver.
Iirla walked down into the chamber, observing what was going on there with a frown. Rhoslyn had decided to move the eggs herself, then. That was not something Iirla felt wsa entirely appropriate for the young weyrling to do... despite being a queen, her dragon was too young to truly take care of the eggs.... but she seemed to have things in hand. Iirla blinked at what she saw. Tazynith... had cawled into hte machine and wrapped herself around an egg. She would never have expected that. Not on her first impression of the young queen.
She looked to the brown rider she had yet to meet and gave him a nod and a smile before turning to those gathered. "Alright... all of you, your touch must be gentle. The pressure on the eggs must be as even and constant as possible. If not, we risk damaging the young ones inside." She looked at them seriously. "The dragons can be of help here as well. We will need a basket or pallet that we can carry each egg on in without havingto worry about them falling. They are still to soft to be manhandled and will have to be lifted with extreme care. "is that clear?" she looked at all those gathered around, her expression very serious.
Do not make any mistakes. These children will have their grand day soon. They will be well cared for. Now... let us begin moving. Carefully. They must be warmed. If they remain cold, we will lose them.
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Nov 16 2012, 01:43 PM
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A'oru smiled as the young silverrider spoke to him, his face starting to turn red. "Yes, and the searchriders should be looking for candidates by now. We must give the hatchlings ample choice." His eyes wandered among the eggs, memorizing every pattern and color of each egg. It was almost like he weaved them himself. But he knew that they weren't parented by Silver Fall dragons. Where ever the real parents were, dead or alive, he knew that the eggs were in good hands.
He watched as Rhoslyn struggled with the latch; something was troubling her...but what? Icketh gave him the answer. She is trying to let go of her past. Tanzinyth just told me. He gave a small smile, and turned to Rhoslyn. To his surprise, the latch was undone, and Tanzinyth was curled around an egg, as if she clutched them herself. He chuckled as the silver stared at him. It was amusing that such a young Queen had quite the personality.
A'oru then heard footsteps and a whirl of sand signaled the arrival of the Senior Queen and her rider. He gave a respectful bow, giving respect to the Queenrider. "Milady." he simply said, giving a smile in return. After hearing her orders, he turned to Icketh. Icketh, we need your help. he told him and Icketh responded by gently leaving his perch and landing softly beside His.
A'oru straightened his back in alertness. "It shall be done, Milady. I have a basket in my room. I shall fetch it now." He rushed out of the sands and into his room, where a good-sized basket was waiting for him. He grabbed it and returned to the sands. Gasping for air, he held the basket high. "Here it is." he announced, returning to Iirla and Rhoslyn's side. Icketh bowed his head at Izanycorth's words. I will do my hardest. These eggs are our future. he crooned. A'oru agreed; these eggs were their future and they should be treated as such. He took the nearest egg; the one that was blue and gently placed it in the basket. He took both handles of it and carefully lifted it with all of his strength. It may have been a small, but boy was it heavy!
Walking with urgency and caution, he went a few feet away from the machine, set the basket down, dug a small hole in the hot sand and placed the egg in the hole. He then filled the hole with more sand. Meanwhile, Icketh took the green egg in his front claws and glided to a nearby spot. He did the exact same thing his rider did and set the egg in the hot sand. Transferring eggs was hard work, but in time, the eggs would produce strong dragons, all thanks to their hard work and carefulness.
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Nov 16 2012, 06:21 PM
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Oh, now what?! Vl’kan found himself wearily gazing at the ceiling as he tried to piece together just what had roused him from his sleep. He couldn’t have been passed out for more then a candlemark or two. Surely there was no need of him already. The man had only just arrived at the Weyr earlier that afternoon. “I’m going to wring their neck when I find out who it was that woke me up!” Violently kicking off the furs, the bronze rider stumbled across the cold stone floor to where he had haphazardly deposited his clothes, it seemed, only minutes ago.
From his ledge Darrath rumbled deeply, clearly amused at the agitated state His was currently in. “Oh, you find this funny, do you?” Vl’kan grumbled as he tugged on a wrinkled shirt and went to work tugging on his boots. Finally when he was dressed once more and after running a hand through his bed messed hair in an attempt to smooth it down, the man headed for the door with a single backwards glance at his dragon. “I don’t suppose you’re coming?” Darrath grunted from where he lay curled and shifted his wing till it covered his face. You know better than to ask.
“Fine, have it your way.” With a scowl Vl’kan left the room and the bed he so desperately wished to return to and headed for where he thought he remembered the sands to be. So after a few left turns and only getting partially lost at one point along the way, the rider finally emerged on the far edges of the Sands. Blinking against the bright summer sun, he scowled when his eyes finally adjusted to reveal the small group lingering beside an odd metal contraption. His scowl deepened further when he noticed someone struggling one his own to relocate an egg. Manual labor! That’s what they had the nerve to wake him up for?
“Having troubles, are we?”
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Nov 16 2012, 06:45 PM
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No. They are mine Izanycorth. They are mine to watch and protect. She was whispered the words in the Queen's mind, her eyes whirling softly as she gazed at the two eggs that were being moved. Part of her worried over them until they were safe within their individual spots on the sands, and part of her wondered at why in Faranth and Ramoth's name she was even here in this contraption with them. She looked at the man as he entered, her mind linking to his bronze and locating the King easily enough. Yes, he was better to stay, she would not deal with him today...or any day. As for his rider, as with any rider other than Hers, she did not elect to speak to his mind. She simply refused to do anything but turn a steeled, orange gaze toward his form.
Sighing, the silver looked up at Rhoslyn and Iirla, her eyes then shifting back to Izanycorth as she nuzzled the little red egg that her rider still was touching gently. "Greetings Iirla, I'll get this one." She bent over the side of the machine, her hands trembling slightly as they gripped the egg as gently as she could. Another pair of hands held the other side, slipping into the spaces between her own. They were hands she knew well. "Don't worry Rhos. We got this one together!"
Nisyla had come as soon as she had heard her sister's dragon inside her head. The younger sibling smiled up at the elder, their bodies moving together as Tazinyth rose carefully to her feet and jumped out after them, her wings spread out under the egg to keep it stable and from wobbling. When they were close to the others, the silver ran out from under it, her claws quickly raking against the sand until a decent sized hole was made and the egg could be lowered into it.
From there she ran back to the machine, her eyes swirling as she looked at the remaining three. The smaller of the brown ones, the one that had grey and black in it as well was next, her body curling around it as she claimed it next for moving. Again the same thing went on, the sisters carrying the egg between them carefully, their hands keeping it up above the sand until Tazinyth nudged it gently into a hole she had dug. The larger ones will need either multiple people, or more likely dragons. She spoke to the two grown dragons mostly, but her rider as well.
Her eyes skimmed over the others in the group, steadying on Vl'kan's form before she jumped back into the machine and nuzzled the largest, and darkest, egg. She did not trust a rider whose dragon would not come to help. They are not his dragon's eggs, there would be no reason for him to come. The brown came. The King is no better than the lesser of his color. Hissing, the silver flicked her wing up and over the large egg, her head nuzzling against it as she hissed again, this time to the shell, eyes burning red and orange. Not that anyone would be able to see her head under her extended wing, here she was perfectly sealed in shadows, and her mind spoke so that only Hers and her intended listener could hear.
Remember that well brother.
Edited by Whisper, Nov 16 2012, 06:46 PM.
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