The New Class
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
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Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Sia, Yvonne
Date Posted: 11th July 2025
Characters: Thiseta, Q'vettan
Description: Imbeth's clutch hatches. Congratulations to the new Weyrling class!
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 8, day 20 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Teigan, J'nic, Aydhan, Kapera, Aydhara, Donnarion, Kedolin, Temrin, Riali, Neymar, Wayell, Calonice , Xophelo
Thiseta smiled nervously at Q’vettan as she let him help her into her seat. The humming of the dragons resonated in her head like a thousand summertime v-tols. She glanced across the Sands to where Imbeth crouched like a glimmering statue, her eyes whirling a happy blue as the eggs she’d so jealousy guarded rocked. “Time flies by so quickly. I can hardly believe these last few months happened at all.”
"You've had a lot on your plate, to boot." Q'vettan said, hand gently resting on her arm. Everything about them was perfectly poised, the picture of a Weyrwoman and her Weyrleader. His hand lingered for a heartbeat longer before he withdrew it, settling beside her easily. He loved hatchings. The public, the spectacle. All eyes on them, momentarily, before their attention moved to the radiant gold and her soon-to-be creeling dragonets. Not many could withstand the charm of a hatching day.
Thiseta smiled and waved at the crowd, the smile becoming more genuine when she spotted her weyrmate. And then the first egg cracked. A hush descended on the Hatching Cavern as the dragons’ humming rose in pitch. The white-robed candidates shuffled closer as Thiseta held her breath. Their robes gleamed beneath the lights.
An egg toward the middle cracked wider and a green dragonet spilled onto the sand, creeling. It lifted its sticky head and flopped forward and started walking unsteadily between its siblings, using its wings for balance. Her hide was so dark she looked like a shadow.
A figure stepped forward to meet her" “Dymith!” The cry was met with thunderous applause as Riali and her dragon tottered off the Sands into the waiting arms of the Weyrlingmasters.
Just as they passed the last egg it rocked fiercely as a brown wing burst forth, followed by a tumble of brown hide. The dragonet lay dazed on the Sands for a moment before straightening himself and heading straight to a stocky young man and butting him firmly in the chest. “Sceorlath!”
Thiseta watched as they followed their new clutchmate off the Sands. **What is his name?** she asked Imbeth.
}:Sceorlath, obviously.:{ Imbeth was humming with pride.
**No, the candidate!**
There was a small pause. }:N’mar.:{
“N’mar,” the Weyrwoman whispered. Perhaps a green dragon hadn’t been the most auspicious for the first out of the egg (if one believed in that sort of thing) but a brown dragon was a solid, reliable addition to her Weyr (if one believed in that sort of thing).
A third egg cracked, then a fourth. Two blue dragonets, one with a hide the colour of the ocean and the other a pale sapphire. The first found Temrin, who shouted that his dragon’s name was Alemeth. The second stumbled between the rocking eggs and hopeful candidates before finally stopping before a small, slight lad who didn’t look old enough to be on the Sands. Thiseta couldn’t hear the name that Wayell called, but it was clear from the way that the dragonet was trying to crawl into the boy’s arms that he had found his person.
The air vibrated with the sound of humming, new dragon names and cheers from the Stands. Several eggs cracked at once as a pair of greens burst free, followed quickly by another green sister. Thiseta watched as one of the green dragons staggered right into her lifemate - Calonice. One of the others backed into the dragonhealer’s nephew, Xophelo, and began to creel with joy.
A flash of bronze" Thiseta held her breath as one of the larger eggs toward the middle of Imbeth’s nest was pushed open. The bronze dragonet shook his head and lay on the Sands as he caught his breath, but even as he rose on unsteady feet he was met by a handsome young man with golden brown skin. The Weyrwoman couldn’t hear his dragon’s name over the swell of applause from the crowd. “One of the Crafter lads,” she said to Q’vettan.
"A good choice, then!" Q'vettan exclaimed as he politely joined the applause. Crafters beholden to the Weyr were always a good addition to the ranks. He would have to make sure to congratulate the new pair once the little bronze was cared for.
The egg directly next to the bronze dragon broke open as a stocky brown dragonet spread his wings and approached the twin of the new bronzerider. “Rusaeth!” He called.
There were so few eggs left" she’d missed several of the Impressions watching the twin brothers Impress twin dragons. Thiseta held her breath as she searched for Aydhan’s girl in the remaining white-robed throng and was disappointed to see that she still stood alone.
The last egg cracked wide and a tiny green dragon burst forth. She swivelled her head and seemed to examine several of the girls, including Aydhara, before finally choosing a slim girl with her hair in thin black braids.
The Sands themselves were empty save for a scatter of discarded shells. The humming abated as the crowd began to file from the Hatching Caverns for the Dining Hall, which had been decorated for this evening’s celebratory feast. Thiseta felt herself go weak with relief. Nothing bad had happened. No eggs were left unhatched, no Candidates mauled on the Sands by clumsy dragon feet. No marauders had leaped out of the dark to stab someone in the back. **I wish Kapera were here,** she thought.
Q'vettan squeezed her hand. "One hatching down, and a fine hatching, at that. Everyone did very well. Not a single injury. J'nic did a good job preparing everyone."
“He did, didn’t he? I’ll be sure to tell him you said so when I see him this evening. Or, _you_ should tell him yourself!” She was babbling and knew it, but was too giddy with success to care. And it was Q’vettan. He’d been nothing but kind to her. She squeezed his hand back. “I’m just so happy. For the Weyr. They need something good. Let’s go start the Feast, shall we?”
Q'vettan was smiling at the enthusiasm. He knew all too well the excitement and the adrenaline of a successful event. "After you, Weyrwoman. We have family to entertain until the weyrlings come out."
Last updated on the July 21st 2025