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HATCHING
Kaemalisk was not a nervous mother. She had shared the sands with the
blue-marked golden Queen Chelth for a week and then a clutch of engineered
eggs had been placed on the sands, tended by a rotating cast of humans and
the weyr’s complement of female Whers.
Dawn was colouring the sky in delicate shades of pink and yellow as
Kaemalisk reached out to her handler and her brother. The copper would not
have been able to say how she knew this if questioned, but in the manner
of Dragonkin mothers across Pern, she knew that today would be the day,
and soon.
Puissar, Hiveca and Terrence passed by the two guard whers and were shown
in, led by the Wherlingmaster. They were accompagnied by the cheerful
presence of her dragon-bond and her own wher who immediately headed to
check on the other clutch and settle her small form between the two
clutches in order to ward off any potential untoward events.
It was a good quarter of an hour between the candidates arriving and the
first egg finally breaking. The sands were filled with the quiet whispers
of the waiting candidates and the murmuring of the small number of
weyrfolk who had roused themselves to attend at this early hour,
punctuated by louder yawns from those unused to being awake at this time,
and all of it underscored by the welcoming hum of the dragonkin.
A small egg was the first to final break open, the one the candidates had
dubbed the lonely egg, spilling onto the sands a tiny green, with her sire’s
bright golden speckling. The markings on the edges of her wings caught the
light as she stood and stretched, shaking herself out before looking about
curiously. She bonded a young man and as if spurned on by that first
bonding, another three eggs broke open at the
same time, a bronze from the egg with the dragon shaped mark, a brown from
the lumpy crowned egg, and a blue from the littlest egg. The blue and the
bronze were white marked like their dam, while the brown seemed fairly
normal. The trio looked at one another across the remaining eggs and then
bolted in different directions.
The blue seemed to know exactly where he wanted to go, weaving between the
candidates to approach a particular young woman.
"Hiveca! Am Hivesk. Show pretty? Then food?"
Hiveca grinned as the small bubbly presence of the wher settled itself in
her mind without being overly present. Somehow though, she could just feel
all kinds of ideas waiting to burst forth from that tiny spot.
"Show me all the pretty you want. Maybe we can talk over food."
Hiveca suggested.
The Bright Ideas Blue Hivesk
Watch Wher
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4’6 at the shoulder | 13’6 long
Spontaneous | Affectionate | Creative | Courageous
Mutation: Off colour markings
ADULT
Hiveca had returned to Remyndal Hall, she had little interest in becoming
a dragon rider and wanted to get back to her craft. That little bubbly
place in her mind that held Hivesk's voice constantly reminded her that
there was so much more she could do. And Hivesk would be there to see her
do it, to keep her safe and to help her when she needed or wanted
it.
"I like you make." Hivesk
told her simply.
"You're a great muse." Hiveca told him, not for the first
time.
It had to be said that blue had been featuring a lot in her new designs.
Though sometimes she felt like mimicking the subdued green of the grass they'd
played in, or the red of the sunset they'd set out in. The colours in
her memories had always been vibrant, but something about draconic eyes
just made them all the more intense, especially when you took into account
that most of their shared time was at dusk and early night.
And her fame was increasing as well. A lot of people requested her to make
them jewellery. Days were busy but that was nothing different from before.
Maybe she'd had a little less time to sculpt or paint, but she had more
time to be outside so that evened things out.
"I think next should purple."
"Do you miss your brother maybe?" Hiveca asked.
"He happy. He see nice place." Hiveks
added.
"Purple it is." Hiveca smiled already thinking about some of the
precious stones she could use for this piece. Maybe earrings. Somehow she
got the impression that her next work should be free to move.
Lantessama Isle
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