Rain-Washed Wings 2/4
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: Duskdog, Iluva
Date Posted: 11th September 2025
Characters: Nidre, Th'reyos
Description: Jossenth and Zarkarth’s clutch hatches!
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 15 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: R’lor, Dasheir, Hayazi, Ilthralos, Jelantos, Kaedin, Nijen, Shulamit, Tindral, Viantico, Zaidi, Zavallan, Vianne, Cirina, Chandrany
Nidre had found her heart in her throat as the angry little green approached Cirina. She didn’t know all of the candidates -- or even most of them -- but Cirina was one of those that she _did_, and she couldn’t help but hope for her. But when the green veered off at the last second, she could almost _taste_ the disappointment.
“Oh, that has to hurt…” she observed to Th’reyos, wincing a little. The dragonets weren’t intentionally cruel -- they were only babies, desperate to find their match, without much care for anyone or anything else in the moment -- but sometimes, like nature itself, pain was the unintended consequence.
}:Mdorith and Tindral,:{ Jossenth supplied cheerily, pleased to see another of her babies paired off safely, more focused on that than on the feelings of those left behind. }:There are still many to hatch!:{
The blue, a slender, handsome fellow with a deep slate blue-grey hide, had paused long enough to watch his small sister Impress. Then he gave a full-body stretch and shake, shedding the last few eggshell fragments clinging to his hide, as if to say “well, time to get down to business.” He moved down closer to a cluster of candidates, delicately side-stepping another just-hatched dragon -- an enormous blue, sitting almost dazed in the remnants of his shell, the end of his egg still seated atop his head like a weird little hat -- without so much as a glance in his direction, clearly unconcerned. The two greens who had hatched alongside him followed, walking so close to one another that their wings kept brushing, occasionally stumbling into each other in their eagerness to move across the Sands. One of them -- a green with a hide of muted chartreuse -- didn’t seem to know what to look at first, and tripped into another egg, leaving a jagged crack.
The slender blue circled the cluster of candidates he had homed in on, and then circled them again -- not indecisive, just considering, as if they were auditioning for him -- before finally cutting through the crowd to pull up smoothly in front of his chosen, looking up at Hayazi so that their eyes locked. }:Well well, looks like it’s you! You’re the one. I’m Iarlath; I’m sure you’ve been waiting for me. You can relax now, I’m here.:{
The jagged cracked egg hissed - literally. First with a burst of fluid out its new scar like dragonflame, and then a wet, disdainful noise echoing from its dark, roiling contents. It was one of the larger eggs in the clutch, one the male candidates could eye with the hope and certainty of a large, powerful lifemate.
And oh, boy. She was.
The crack festered and flooded out across the surface, trembled, then trembled some more until finally the shell practically disintegrated around her.
Flopping onto the Sands, it wasn’t immediately clear this dragonet was green for she was indeed a gargantuan girl. There was admittedly very little to be found in the realm of pretty on her; a mottled swamp-ish colored hide sat beneath an unfortunate amount of egg fluid stringing off her body. Every breath was almost its own vocalization and her eyes were an equally unpleasant shade of orange, though that may have been because it brought out the veined albumin and clots of plasma jiggling with each lumbering motion.
With an ineffective shake, still drenched in the dripping contents of her huge egg, the disgusting-looking green’s steps slapped wetly across the hot sand.
She grunted from the effort, as if making a point of moving faster than some of her siblings ever could fresh out of the shell.
The half-ring of girls had her attention, pausing closer to them than any of the boys with sharp nostrils flaring up into the light. This green weighed her options not like she was hungry but like she was choosing a meal. She looked with both impatience and the need for it to be _perfect_. She also ignored the commotion on the other side of the Sands where two of her sisters were in the midst of finding their lifemates.
The jade-colored dragonet that made up the other half of the close-knit little duo was of an entirely different mindset than their gigantic clutchsister -- more curious, more playful, and a good deal less focused judging by the way the jade green immediately started pouncing at the heat between the legs of the boys, a feline half-heartedly chasing vermin.
She flicked herself one way and then the other, marveling at the miracle of shifting sand. Nearly tripping Rhysalen, her little rump raised up, wriggled in the air calculatingly until suddenly she pounced -- no, until her wings snagged on something -- oh dear, _someone_ -- and she went tumbling down in an admittedly anti-climactic sprawl.
The equivalent of a dragonic laugh followed and the dragonet stayed that way until a fair-haired boy tentatively bent to fix her wing. Her jade green head popped up out of the sand, the yellow littering her head like stars-- first seeking her sister, but then tilting her huge, adoring eyes toward the boy, found him. }:Vikirin, darling! My sweet, can you help a girl up? I’m-
“Zagaltiath!” Vikirin cried, his face and his voice not one of shock, but _utter_triumph_.
As Zagaltiath Impressed, her friend stumbled around the same group of candidates, that gnawing ache to find her rider growing harder to ignore by the second. She pushed her way among boys and girls alike, wings held partially-aloft so as not to trip over them now that she had learned what tripping meant and how painful it could be.
Finally, she found what she was looking for, and sat down hard on the sand in front of her chosen candidate. }:Trystoller, you’re so big and I _still_ didn’t think I was _ever_ going to find you! But I wasn’t going to give up until I did!:{
The weyrbred lad knelt down to embrace her, tears streaming down his face. “Her name is Duwaith!” he announced, the name coming easily to his mind without her even having to “say” it.
A few paces away and Impression was somewhat stalled. Some of the girls winced as the gargantuan (and rather gross) green let out a low, guttural sound from some deep recess of her chest. The dragonet squared herself up, grunting again. She was not graceful, she was not particularly proud. She was still slopping goo with each step, all but side-checking Lindora out of the way and sending the young woman skittering sideways and stumbling into the sand.
Zarkarth bent briefly, inspecting the young woman with a spark of concern. }:Be careful, young one.:{ He chastised good-naturedly, as if this were the very first time this had ever happened.
The dragonet did not notice. Chandrany, however, was given a careful once over, but in the end discarded.
It wasn’t until that huge head turned and the whirl of her eyes set on the tiny trembling form of Zaidi that she seemed pleased about anything at all. Then, still growling, the big green flapped her dripping wings and lumbered toward her. The frizzy-haired girl gasped. She looked prepared to scream were she not completely frozen in place -- petrified and preparing to die.
}:Ugh, so incredibly dramatic.:{ The green complained, snuffling over the hands that covered the girl’s stricken face. Somehow that didn’t help the trembling. Maybe if she didn't move the dragon would go away. When Zaidi _finally_ peeked an eye through her fingers, the abhorrent fluid cooling along the backs of her hands, the dragonet said in an aggrieved tone, }:Are you good? Can we _go_? Zaidi. I’m starving and you’re the only one who can help me! It’s me, your Bharboth, or don’t you care?:{
The girl’s hands fell away and just like that her face was completely changed. She was staring at this dragon like the sun rose with her, and was already nodding, practically skipping with her new lifemate off the sands.
Last updated on the September 18th 2025