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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
#334499 | #546AD3 | #B2B9DB
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. 


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