A Little Hatching
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather, Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 15th March 2025
Characters: Aydhan, N'kevyn, N'kayden, Aydhara
Description: The firelizard eggs hatch
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 5, day 1 of Turn 12
Aydhara skipped most of her classes and chores for the last sevenday. It's not like J'nic had any new, candidate-changing information, and watching K'lvin and Viseya's weird sexual tension made her want to barf. Besides, Nik was at stupid weyrling training and both her parents had to (ugh) work, so the duty to watching the ever hardening firelizard clutch fell to her. All the better if she was the only one there when they started to hatch, anyway, maybe she'd get her pick of the clutch. It was only fair, everyone else had whole dragons.
So it was to both her glee and her panic when she checked the eggs that afternoon and noticed they were starting to rock, and cracks were starting to form on one of the smaller eggs. For half a second that felt like an eternity she stared at the cracks, frozen in place. Then she finally found her feet and bolted out to the ledge.
}: Your child is hysterical. :{ Tymborikath tiredly relayed to Aydhan and Avicath. And then, to Aberath, }: Yours should come soon, little one. Those tiny eggs are hatching.:{
}:OOHH,:{ Aberath crowed with excitement, out loud, which made the Weyrling dragons near him swivel their heads in curiosity. }:Those little eggs are hatching. Tymborikath told me. She’s so lovely,:{ he said, sighing dreamily.
**That’s my _mom_’s dragon.** N’kayden reminded him.
}:But she’s not _my_ mother.:{ Aberath reasoned.
Fighting the nausea that accompanied such a comment, N’kayden hurriedly finished his chore and then trotted off to his parents’ weyr.
}:What did you do to her?:{ Avicath’s tone when he replied to Tymborikath had an accusing air to it. The bronze automatically turned to head back to his weyr before N’kevyn prompted him to at least let their wingleader know they had an ‘emergency’ to handle. Thankfully, the main part of their drills were already over and they were just heading back towards the Weyr, though N’kevyn directed Avicath to land near the Dining Hall first to pick up ‘supplies’ before heading for their weyr.
By the time the bronze pair reached the weyr, Aberath was already there and Avicath tried to muscle his way in with an indignant, }:I want to see.:{
“No, you giant oaf, keep your head out of the weyr,” N’kevyn elbowed his bronze in the nose, only for Avicath to recoil dramatically as if it had actually been enough to push him back. “Did I miss it, what’s happening? What about my precious little egg?” He had a rather enormous bowl of meat pieces in his hand that was probably far more than they needed for this occasion.
}: I didn't do anything, get out. :{ Tymborikath protested, }: You'll squish the little one. :{
N’kayden’s entrance was practically an identical repeat of the way his father entered the weyr. Complete with having to elbow Aberath out of his way to get inside.
“Where are my eggs?” he demanded, looking to Aydhara in the way only a sibling can after Turns of fighting over things.
"I have your stupid eggs." Aydhara said crossly and gestured towards the container she had moved from hearth to table. "Nothing happened yet, they just have cracks in the shell. I told Tym right away."
Rather than get out, Avicath instead leaned over top of Tymborikath to look into the weyr, his bulky head on top of hers.
N’kevyn forced his way through the jostling dragon heads towards the eggs, crouching down to look at them. “Oh look at that. Your mother had better hurry if she wants one.”
N’kayden barely heard his father as he crouched in front of his two eggs, looking very much the part of an overbearing, protective gold dragon waiting for her eggs to hatch. His fingers trembled with excitement as he readied his feeding supplies. **Please be bronzes or browns. Please be bronzes or browns,** he chanted to himself. He wanted firelizards intelligent enough to actually be helpful.
Aydhan did, indeed, take her dear sweet time walking the short distance from the Weyrwoman Office to her own weyr, and she had to pause at the door to take in the chaos and the three gigantic floating dragon heads desperate to look inside the weyr. "Did I walk into a harper puppet show?"
As if she needed the prompting, Tymborikath rose to try and shake Avicath off, colliding her headknobs with his jaw. }: Get off me, you fat poof- :{
}:Stop squirming, that hurt! I want to see the little ones.:{ Avicath slouched a little more so he was leaning harder on the gold.
A little egg finally cracked, a teeny talon slowly breaking the hardened shell until a tiny blue firelizard could tumble out. Aydhara gasped and elbowed N'kayden hard, as if he might try to steal another egg. She reached into the bowl and grabbed a fistful of scraps. The little blue's head swiveled towards her hand. He sniffed the air, smelling something _good_, and tried to lunge for the bowl.
N’kayden groaned as his sister’s bony elbow found the tender spot of his solar plexus. “I wouldn’t want a silly blue anyway,” he wheezed, but then “his” two eggs began to move and he forgot all about Aydhara.
His eyes were as round as saucers as he crouched in front of them. Then one split and a brilliant green walnut-sized head poked out. The little creeling creature looked quite puzzled, wearing half her shell like a hat.
**A green…** He had really wanted something else but….
“Come here, precious, baby,” N’kayden crooned, drawing her to him where he could stuff her tiny gullet with meat snacks.
And then his other egg hatched and a much darker, but still just as spindly, green crawled out of it.
“Oh!” He gasped. “Of course you needed a matching sister,” he said to the green firelizard already in the crook of his arm. With his free hand he lured the other flit near with snacks, and then there he was, with two tiny green firelizards cradled in his arms.
N’kevyn stayed crouched over the remaining eggs, “Aydhan. Aydhan you should hurry,” the uncharacteristic nervousness wasn't entirely justified as there were still only small cracks in the last two eggs. And then suddenly a gold claw burst out of one and he gave a gasp. The little gold ignored her audience, continuing to work her way out of the egg until suddenly the largest hairline crack burst apart and dumped her out. Reaching down, N’kevyn gently scooped the little gold up, “Oh hello you precious little thing.” Immediately, his other hand was there with meat. There was a brief moment where he worried, as she stared from him to the meat with what he thought was suspicion, but then she lunged, nearly taking a chunk of his finger with the meat.
"I'm patient, love. I can wait." Aydhan said, though was certain she went unheard amongst the excitement. She would have been perfectly happy to bask in the joy on her family's faces, but she deftly slid past N'kevyn to scoop the final egg from the warm sands and retreated again, watching and waiting for the final hatching to burst through its shell. When it seemed like it was tiring, she pulled the final pieces of eggshell back herself and coaxed the little brown out with a few pieces of food.
"Was this everything you dreamed of?" She asked the room. Aydhara muttered an "mmhmm" at her, not taking her eyes off the blue that was more a tired circle now than a firelizard.
N’kevyn was too busy cooing at his firelizard to answer.
“Yeah,” N’kayden breathed in response. Then to his two little greens he whispered, “Welcome to the world, Itsy and Bitsy.”
Last updated on the March 20th 2025