Rain-Washed Wings 4/4
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
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Harper Hall
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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
The bronze got up and moved at last. Not towards the ring of candidates -- and certainly not towards the bold among the boys pushing themselves to the front in the hopes of catching his attention -- but towards the Stands.
“Please tell me there’s a candidate over there,” Nidre said. “Maybe a little tiny one hidden behind an eggshell?”
There was _not_ a tiny candidate.
Curiosity and alarm rose sharply between the seated attendees like the rent of talons all over again. New misgivings (and hopes) began stippling the air.
Th'reyos’ hazel eyes swept more urgently over the tiered Stands. “Yeah… I don't think so.” He answered Nidre, finally.
He was also not a native here and there was nothing save for a shifting sea of unfamiliar faces up there. He was glad to peer through Zarkarth's eyes, his brown thankfully already zeroing in on a crowded row -- guests clustered up here were the first to stop craning their necks, in wonder or confusion. It was like a different wind had gripped them entirely, most just staring down the line with wide eyes and bated breath. The rest of the crowd eventually found the thread -- all to one particular face.
That, and the bronze's attention never wavered.
}:Ilthralos,:{ He held the slim, inky-haired young man’s gaze with the same calm, unmeted certainty as he spoke, a voice as leaden as gravity itself, }:I am Vorlogoth, Ilthralos, and you are _Mine_. Together we shall be unstoppable.:{
Zarkarth watched his son with quiet pride, the determination in him, in all of them, more than he could have dreamed.
As fewer and fewer eggs twitched, and the parade of dragonets began to peter out into just a few stragglers, only three eggs remained. One, of unremarkable size, light cream with darker splotches of cream resembling continents on an unfamiliar map, had been rocking hard for a while, the dragonet inside slowly widening the little hold it had made in one end. Finally, a blue muzzle pushed through, and then a head, and then all at once -- as if the dragonet had decided to be done with it now that he had seen the outside world and pushed outward with his entire body -- the rest of the egg cracked all around and practically burst, leaving a large, sturdy royal blue dragon standing in the remnants of his egg.
He shook eggshells and goo free from his body and looked around, standing up to his full height and puffing his chest out once he realized eyes were on him (not noticing, perhaps, that eyes were also on the two greens that had just hatched from the final two eggs nearby). Then he turned, looking around again -- this time at the Sands around him, full of broken shells and scattered, rejected candidates, and only two other dragons. This appeared to startle him, and looked more closely at the candidates, scanning them, searching, searching… there!
He moved at a quick but steady pace, determined, pushing through a small cluster of boys who were only a little slow to part in their desperation to get his attention, honing in on one small boy in the back.
}:Nijen!:{ He bugled vocally even as he called out to his chosen rider, meeting his eyes. }:We were supposed to be first, you and I! But you were in the back, and I was late!:{
Nijen dropped to his knees, embracing his dragon. When he looked up into the Stands, he wasn’t specifically looking for his mother -- he couldn’t have picked her from the crowd, anyway, through the tears standing in his eyes. “His name is Falgryth!”
Nidre grabbed blindly for Th’reyos’ hand, lump in her throat, honestly not sure what she was feeling in the moment. He was still so young…
Finally, all that was left were two little greens who paid no attention to any of the girls whatsoever. It was odd, and Th'reyos also felt bad for a few of them -- not just the ones that had gotten brushed aside or pushed over, but the ones that had absolutely no interest shown to them at all. He watched as the last two greens reluctantly dispersed, searching for their lifemates amongst the desperately hopeful faces towering around them, but throughout all of it -- not just this moment, but the Hatching itself -- not a single dragonet had looked at, inspected or frankly even acknowledged Vianne's presence. Where Cirina had drawn them almost like magnets, they seemed quite indifferent to her. For everything that was beautiful about this day, there was also the painful, and the downright ugly.
Last updated on the September 18th 2025