Baked to Perfection (Hatching!)

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

6.2.183

It had been over two sevendays since the eggs had been revealed to the North, and it was obvious that the hatching would be soon. The spirit was optimistic. None of the visiting dragons had showed symptoms yet, and the eggs were all still lively and by all signs healthy.

With the hatching so close the candidates that were willing to stand for the clutch had been ferried over to Igen some days earlier. This way they would be ready for the eggs when the time came and no time would be lost getting people where they needed to be. Fort riders and weyrfolk had formed a skeleton crew of sorts to support the Weyr, but this wasn't intended to last long. The agreement was that the clutch would be carried back to Fort within a day or so, only staying at Igen long enough to eat, and sleep off the hatching.

The temporary Weyr was quiet at the moment, despite the day being in full swing. That was in fact why it was so quiet. The midday heat of Igen was a treacherous thing, and those staying had quickly learned that it was better to wait out the midday candlemarks. Candidates were given time off from their chores, allowed to wait until the afternoon to resume their work. It seemed however that at least someone in the Weyr had a different idea for how they'd be spending their day. The humming was quickly taken up by each dragon and soon the wall gently vibrated with the call to gather in the hatching grounds.

OOC Rules
- If you believe that your post has been missed, please PM the writer of the egg/dragon to let them know.
- Do not harass writers. They have lives and can't be replying every hour on the hour.
- Do not dictate how dragons will react to your character, this is for the writer to decide.
- NPC eggs will be available for adoption after their impression. Their impressions will be clearly marked.
- You will be PM'd your dragon's personality at impression.

IC Rules - These rules can be broken, but remember IC actions have IC consequences.
- Candidates are currently staying at Igen. A skeleton crew of riders and weyrfolk are also staying with them for the time being.
- Bow to the clutchmother when entering the sands.
- No running, shouting or being disruptive. This will likely spook hatchlings and cause you to be injured.
- Do not approach a dragonet or egg unless asked.
- No firelizards on the sands.  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

PC Eggs
Cheese and Wine (3'7'') Green Merlauth of Chellemana and Green Marelth of Zirza
Sticky Toffee Pudding (2'8'') - Green Newbuth of Joisann
Carrot Cake (3'4'') - Bronze Sativuth of Tordare
Devil's Food Cake (2'3'') - Green Azelth of Turanves
Lemon Meringue Pie (2'10'') - Blue Sorenth of Aurelian
Confetti Cake (2'3'') - Green Pauth of Tollar
Cheesecake (2'11'') - Brown Marhath of Shahaeran
Chocolate Chip Cookie (2'2'') - Green Montezumalth of Cartoun
Tiramisu (3'0'') - Brown Caffieth of Kakaw
Bread Pudding (2'6'') - Green Prueth of Sonulobai
Cochito (2'5'') - Blue Cochith of Lorux

NPC Eggs
Lemondrizzle Cake (2'5'') - Blue Recareth of NPC
Strawberry Tart (2'10'') - Blue Locomoth of NPC
Cannoli (2'5'') - Green Busojoth of NPC
Battenburg (2'6'') - Blue Conjusquath of NPC
Shortbread (2'0'') - Green Lintoth of NPC
Blueberry Muffin (2'9'') - Green Glafateth of NPC
Red Velvet (3'0'') - Blue Contrarath of NPC
Brownie (2'5'') - Blue Munjerth of NPC
Blondie (2'5'') - Green Rumteath of NPC
Apple Pie (2'11'') - White Asparagoth of NPC
Roulade (2'11'') - Blue Cremanath of NPC
Blackforest Gateu (3'1'') - Brown Hivapath of NPC
Bakewell Tart (2'6'') - Brown Gudoth of NPC

Custom Eggs
Wooden Spoon (2'2'') - Green Chiwoth of NPC
Baking Tray (2'6'') - Blue Versath of NPC

Clutch Total: 12 Green, 9 Blue, 4 Brown, 1 Bronze, 1 White  

[TawnyAngel]

As the hum started Lorux groaned and then laughed. "Well there's a bet I was hoping not to win!" he grinned as he swung off the bunk he'd been lounging on and grabbed his candidate robe off a nearby peg. "Good luck everyone!"

A few minutes later they'd passed the candidatemaster's last inspection and were heading out to meet their destiny, if they were lucky.

The moment Lorux stepped out onto the sands the heat hit him like a cosh in the gut, it was like being in the oven room back at Telgar Hold with all of them blazing away in preparation for the daily bread. Lorux approached the clutch in his turn, shaking off the memory as he went, and bowed to Julith with a grin forming on his face along with the beads of sweat. "Thank you!" he exclaimed under his breath before turning to watch the clutch. Who was going to be first? Was his dragon here? Were they going to be alright?

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[TawnyAngel]

S'var 1

As the Weyr started to hum S'var jerked out of a pleasant nap and sat on the edge of his bunk rubbing his eyes, tendrils of dreams fading away as he got his bearings. Hatching. Hatching in the middle of the day. Poor candidates, he was glad that he would be in the Stands, the air in the cavern would be hot but down on the sand it would be ten times worse. Even so he was sure to grab a waterskin to take along, hatchings could take hours sometimes and so it was best to be prepared.

It was the work of a couple of minutes to get himself presentable - one advantage of being bald was no bed-head to deal with - and so he and Nemanath were among the first spectators to fly into the cavern. As his bondmate touched down S'var gave him a fond pat on the neck before they parted to their respective places.

Members of the Entourage, as they were being called, had been granted seats of honour alongside M'rio, the Weyrleaders, and such Lords and other important guests as would be attending. S'var picked a place at random and sat down, glancing around to see if anyone else had arrived yet.

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[Melomar]

Weyrlingmaster R'ulfr of Blue Isbranth

In the end, there was little enough time to prepare without letting events just come as they would. He liked to be more methodical than this, but there was a new job in this as well. He had no speech to prepare, just a presence to provide. Isbranth carried R'ulfr to the Hatching Cavern before finding his own place with the other dragons. R'ulfr patted his neck and entered the cavern. When he saw Julith he bowed deeply to the Queen before standing off to the side. He wanted to congratulate and greet each new pair as they left the Sands.

Candidate Sonulobai

He was not the type to doubt himself, but Sonulobai would not have denied it if he said he felt out of sorts. This whole scenario danced on the edge of his sanity and he was not so sure what to make of it all. One thing he was almost certain of was that if a dragon bonded to him, he would not let it die. If these eggs made it this far and were viable, they must survive. They must. He stared at the huge mass of eggs, glanced up at the mother, then back to the eggs. They'll be okay, right?

Candidate Chellemana

Chelle was next to him and bowed for them both, him with their hand on his back. They were still unsure if he was airheaded, slow, or just dense. He did not seem to be all there. Most of the time. Today he looked lost but intense. Perhaps his perfect match was here.

As far as they were concerned, they could worry about the eggs and their future all they wanted but it would do nobody any good. For the record though, Chelle was terrified for the eggs and had skipped out on the touching altogether. Sorry, eggs. I am not the most courageous person. But I am here for you now.

Candidate Joisann

For Joisann this was nothing new. The eggs may or may not hatch. Weyrlings died all the time, or so she had been told. This was just another risk to endure. So she stood there, resolute, before the eggs-- after bowing to their mother of course. It was all routine, except for all the obvious little details. She would not stress over them, though. Now if only they were at Frosty Fort instead of Baking Igen.  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Candidate Telleara

Telleara didn't like the concept of impressing at the best of times. Wingrider was, frankly, a step down. She certainly had no intention of buying into that whole 'duty to Pern' nonsense. The whole soulmate part didn't appeal all that much either. Sure riders made it sound great, but there was really just too much baggage. This clutch especially had too much baggage. Honestly, she had considered choosing not to stand. That was an option candidates were being offered. In case they couldn't handle the plague risk. It didn't make much sense to her, they'd signed up to fight thread in a little over a decade. To fight thread was to risk the life of your dragon, so what really was a difference?

No, Telleara didn't much like the idea of being a dragonrider. Except in one specific instance, which was why she was here now. A gold born clutch and a some sizeable eggs had set rumours abuzz through the Weyr. Maybe there would be a gold. Honestly she doubted it, but there was no way she was staying back at Fort and then finding out some low born had impressed to the surprise gold. So here she was; standing in the sweltering sands, in a far too plain white robe, waiting for this whole thing to get a move on. Still with the number of eggs she did not look forward to how long this whole thing was going to take.

J'hm of Blue Foreyath 1
Tottering was probably the best way to describe J'hm as he made his way into the stands. Had Foreyath not deposited his rider so close to the event it would likely have been over by the time that J'hm got there. Fortunately nobody expected much from the octogenarian these days, so he had been having a perfectly pleasant time sitting with Foreyath by the lake when the call went out, and had been able to head straight on over.

Even so, many had already filed in by the time he reached the hub of activity. Spotting a familiar face he made his way over to S'var. Slowly lowering himself into the seat beside the younger man, a soft groan escaping as he got settled. "So, the day we came 'ere for's finally arrived." Time to see what the result was. He wouldn't say the final result, there was a long road before they could say what the final result of this venture would be.

TawnyAngel

Creating a viewing group of old men.

 

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

The time had come and it seemed the eggs were wasting no time. Twisting, wriggling, jolting, and shifting across the sand, it seemed most of the eggs were already awake to some degree. Despite fears for their health this clutch certainly seemed to be a lively one. Lemon Drizzle seemed to lurch forward and then rock back. Tiramisu rolled first to the left and then back to the right in smooth motions. Strawberry Tart seemed to hop and give a funny little twist, before settling back into their groove. Red Velvet gave a determined looking shimmy. While Blueberry Muffin slowly tipped over onto their side with a soft 'fwup' into the sand. It looked like it would be anyone's guess which egg hatched first.  

[Revel1984]

Candidates Kakar and Kakaw.

The twins were roused at pretty much the same time when the humming started. They looked at each other and grinned. "IT'S TIME" they said in unison, then laughed. Quickly they got dressed and filed out with the other candidates. They had both thought long and hard about Standing after losing their father due to the Dragon sickness but they hoped these eggs would be safe. However each had promised not to follow their Dragon if they impressed and their match got sick. Both promising to live for their other twin if the very worst happened. Hopefully it didn't come to that, privately both boys were torn, wouls they stay for their twin or would rhey follow their Dragon?.... Maybe neither would impress with this clutch and instead impress from an immune dragons clutch. It was all unknown potentials.  

[TawnyAngel]

The_Muffin_Puppy

S'var 2

"J'hm!" S'var nodded acknowledgement of the old man's sentiment and couldn't help the start of a grin. "I haven't been this excited for a clutch since Nemanath's, or this nervous. It's good to see some of them so active already, who do you think will break shell first? I'd reckon on the Cookie egg, I've heard that one has a very forceful personality." It was very small too and so most likely green, and while a gold would be the best outcome of the clutch it wasn't what they'd hung their hopes on when they'd come here. A dozen healthy greens, that would be a blessing indeed.  

[TawnyAngel]

As the Stands began to settle more of the eggs began to move; Chocolate Chip Cookie gave a vigorous shake and fell over onto its side with a great crack already running down its length. Carrot Cake gave a little wriggle too, as though the large egg was testing the waters, and Devil's Food Cake shifted subtly before coming to rest once more.

Thus far the Confetti Cake egg had remained quite still, which was why many spectators might have been surprised when it suddenly distended and fell apart in a hundred little brightly coloured shards, leaving the first of Julith's clutch lying on her back in the sand.

The small green twisted her head around to regard the crowd and as she took in the mass of people her eyes flashed bright blue. With a delighted cry she scrambled upright on shaky, lanky legs and flapped her wet wings - hello world!  

[TawnyAngel]

Melomar

Joisann

Finding himself close to Joisann Lorux grinned and gave her a nudge in the arm. "Any you've got your eye on?" he whispered, and he might have said more than that but then Confetti went and burst open like a bubble.

"A green! That counts as good luck now right?" Lorux couldn't deny he was still sort of hoping that a bronze or a gold came for him, but he wasn't going to turn down any dragon that wanted him - you'd have to be seriously cracked to care that much what colour their hide was.  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Revel1984

I'm so sorry

Candidate Telleara

Ugh, she was already bored and they'd been here like, what, five minutes? This was going to be a long afternoon she just knew it. Still she had to keep up appearances. Her family were no doubt somewhere in the visiting Lords section, making sure the family were shown to be giving due respect to the heroic entourage or whatever the angle was today. Telleara already had her part to play, and sucking up to others thankfully wasn't part of it. Of course this meant she would have to find her own source of entertainment.

Looking around she noticed that she'd ended up to a pair of twins that were familiar. Ka-something, both of them. Basically answered to the same name anyway if she recalled correctly. They'd have to do. Sidling closer she looked at the two with what could not have been called a kind smile. "So, are you two going to break the mirror boy act if you impress or try and impress the same dragon? Maybe you'll get lucky and a two-headed dragon will hatch." Movement distracted her and the candidate looked to see a green dragon stood in the remains of her egg. Turning her smirk back to Kakar and Kakaw she took on a fake look of disappointment. "Oh dear, only one head. Oh well, plenty more eggs on the sand."

TawnyAngel

J'hm 2

Turning his gaze to the clutch, J'hm let out a thoughtful hum as he peered at the eggs. Which one first? There were certainly many lively contenders that seemed to be competing for the title. Until one egg suddenly shattered to pieces. "That one," J'hm said to S'var with a mostly toothless grin. His bony thumb pointing towards the lanky green as she quickly got to her feet. "Lively little thing, ain't she?"  

[Ruhane Chiisai]

Careese

Careese had volunteered for this, so it was no surprise that she was ready when her wonderful, great, dopey bronze raised his head to tilt it towards the nearby weyr, and began to vibrate from one tip to the other. She looked at them and smiled, dropping her task at current to hop in the saddle and begin her extra duties, ferrying the stands onlookers in per the seats that had been reserved. Her little caravan-loads were as mixed as the dragons in the rafters humming, and she was happy there was so much interest. Perhaps if the candidate pool was too small there might be some other unusual matchups with the varied age ranges sitting to watch.


Cartoun

The noble youth had been only too pleased to have been able to secure a spot in the stands and watch the hatching. Even if he didn't impress, a gold! a Clutch! He perhaps didn't understand the potential for danger in this clutch was stronger than most. That probably wouldn't have bothered him, anyways. Not with Dragons present! He hurried off his ride's mount and shirked the cloak he'd worn as protection from between to hurry to the stands to find a place to sit and watch. He'd tried to dress light, but was still finding his leather jerkin to be nearly oven-worthy. Oh well!


Syneca

She'd been looking forward to this for days now. She had asked her father if she could accompany a harper to the hatchings to see how the lore came to belong on the scrolls and gotten permission, and a ride on one of Fort's blues, to eagerly bounce in the stands. There were so many chances for this clutch to turn the north around and save it, just resting on the sands. The... meager selection of candidates, though... Had some of them gotten cold toes to coming? Would Fort have enough candidates, not only for this clutch, but for the two it still housed?


Dimeti 1

TawnyAngel

S'var

The_Muffin_Puppy

J'hm

Dimeti settled into place behind S'var, leaning close to his shoulder to murmur in his ear. "Nice seats. Having a nice day so far?" His voice was all purr, almost as though he were humming in tune with the dragon hoards above, even as his pristinely pearlescent Giligelith made her climb into the rafters to sit with dragons she both did and did not recognize, raising her voice with the tune to welcome the young.

C'ran 1

Thaliawen

C'ran would have been involved in some of the transporting of others, but he'd been invited to enjoy the stands and watch the new blood find their feet... and their eggs. So, as he sidled into place, he looked about for the lust of his eyes, his Leiya. He'd have something to ask her after the hatching, anyways; best to keep her in sight.


Candidate Tollar

The short, skinny ex-tunnelsnake-catcher probably looked out of place among the candidates. He had made an enemy or two in his time, as well... or at least, he suspected he'd hurt someone's feelings. Eh, builds character, as his last caretaker had said. The boy wasn't here now, it seemed, he guessed the guy'd kept his decision not to come. Hopefully he didn't feel so strongly the way he had in the barracks, but... wasn't Tollar's business. Tollar's business was now... Gigantic, dragon-leaking eggs, apparently. His eyes lit on the new green and he couldn't help but be taken with her. She had a lovely hide, and he hoped they all would. Hatchings were so interesting, always; so many new faces to learn, so many new traits.


Candidate Shahaeran

Shah took a deep breath, looking over the sands for a few moments before she would step onto them in her flip-flops. As, likely, the only girl in a boy's outfit, carrying a flute, and topped in hair so orange carrots could be jealous, she was quietly, patiently oblivious to how obvious she was. She blinked up at the glorious, golden Julith perched in front of her, and for once, managed to control the impulse to set to the flute still in her hands as she instead folded at the waist and proferred her appreciation for being allowed to help and participate. With that out of the way, she cast up a big smile and moved over to the rest of the standing candidates, just as distant-mindedly giddy as usual.  

[Revel1984]

Kakar was more worried than his brother as they watched the eggs wobble. There was no guarantee these hatchlings would be safe from the disease. He sighed as he watched, glancing to the side to look at Kakaw.

Kakaw for his part was practically vibrating, he was sure he and Kakar would Impress, he just didn't have the forethought to want to think about what happened next. Where Kakar fretted about the chance they would lose their dragons early, Kakaw just didn't think about it at all, beyond Impressing in the first place.

Neither paid much attention to the other candidates as they watched the eggs, hope in their hearts, while one tried to keep the worry out of his head. Two sets of eyes turned to the girl who spoke to them, two sets of eyes rolled when she spoke too, they couldn't remember her name but they knew this girl's reputation. Kakaw snorted while Kakar stayed silent for the moment. It was Kakaw that spoke first, which wouldn't be surprising. "We'll take what we get... or don't get" he said, drawing himself up a little. Kakar laid a hand on his arm. "Remember they..." he gestured to the eggs "can feel your feelings" he murmured, before turning to the mean girl. "We aren't assuming anything about the dragons, if we Impress or not, it's really no business of yours" he said evenly, not showing much emotion, holding onto that for the time being. After which, both twins turned away from her, watching as a green practically exploded from within the confetti cake egg. When she spoke again, Kakaw couldn't help himself "With an attitude like that you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic rider indeed" And turned his back completely on her.

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[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Of course they would. Some people in life could afford to be picky, while others had to take what they could get. What an unpleasant situation to be in. She watched the exchange as one brother reigned in the other. Shards, that would get annoying fast. Their response was kind of boring really. It didn't really pertain to what she said and was just kind of a standard candidate response. Will of the dragons, blah blah blah. The pair turned away and Telleara thought that maybe that would be that. What a lacklustre reaction.

Until Kakaw turned back and her grin turned positively wicked. "Oh no, whatever will I do?" She said with mocking concern, raising her hands to her face. "What happened to not assuming anything about the dragons? Maybe I'm exactly the kind of rider they want." She wasn't. Or at least she sure hoped not, but it was still fun to wiggle under the skin of the seemingly more hotheaded twin.

Revel1984