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As the egg started to move in his hands, Xeran hurriedly put it down on the ground. It wouldn’t do to have the wher hatch and be promptly dropped, after all. He watched carefully as the holes started to appear, his heart seeming to stop all movement in his own chest. His mind whirled with worries; what if something went wrong, what if the baby died soon after it had hatched, what if it didn’t like him after all… those worries and more of that nature swirled everywhere until, at last, the little Blue had entered the world.

And what a Blue! He didn’t even wait for Xeran to move closer. The new wherlet simply ran for Xeran and quickly entwined about his legs.

No move! I won't move. Xerask no move, the blue resolved. Xeran won't move either, he concluded.

“…Alright. Then I won’t move, Xerask,” Xeran attempted to comfort the Blue wherlet, although he wasn’t certain if he was doing a very good job. When Farysis spoke, the ex-Miner nodded. “That’s alright. I don’t think Xerask will mind the wait.” Hopefully not, anyway, since they didn’t have a choice but to wait.

[OOC| Xerask's sprite has been added to his hatching post. C: ]

Almost immediately after the hatching of the blue wherlet, two eggs of the last five rocked and showed the tell-tale signs of letting their precious contents free. On one of them, a large crack spread from the top of egg to the bottom. As the young wher pushed against this weaken part of the shell, it squeaked, and loudly to boot. The egg was visibly throbbing with the effort of the wher. Similarly, the other egg had faint scratching noise emanating from the insides.

The first egg, the third one to start hatching, was in the arms of the first candidate to the sands, the young lady Terri. This one was sure to be a vocal wher, for the hatchling, even before breaking a limb through the shell, it was squawking. The egg wouldn't hold the wher for long, however, as it managed to push a bright blue snout into the warm air of the sands.

Terri! Territerriterriterri! the wher called mentally as he wriggled his head into the world. The shell flaked off as his muscular neck brushed the sharp edges of the eggshell. With a few squeaks of effort, the blue wher flopped out onto the warm sands, where he lay for a bit while he rested. His small size accounted for his weak strength. When he regained his breath, the wher stood up, and looked lovingly into the young woman's eyes. At least, until he chirped at something warm running down his neck.

Terri! Tesk is injured! Help! It's warm! The blue panicked, and ran over to Terri, twisting his neck to show the girl his slightly cut neck, where a green ichor was slowly oozing.

Blue Wher Tesk
Bonded to Terri (KyoCaz)
Obnoxious, Complainer, Vocal

Farsyris sighed at the absentmindedness of the blue wher, and run in her pocket for a cloth. She found a spare strip of cloth, possibly from a previous sewing activity, and pulled it out. "Here, press this into his wound. It's not bad. He'll be fine. And where is that drudge??" She wondered out loud.

As if on cue, the drudge ran back into the sands with four bowls of meat--two in her hands and two more balanced on her arms. Farsyris nabbed one from the drudge's arms, and handed it to Xeran. "Feed him, but don't over-stuff."


While this was going on, the second egg--the fourth one--was hatching as well, in the hands of a young female candidate, and made better progress than it's sibling blue. This wher was smart enough to make a hole rather than a line for a passageway into the world. It had to be unintentional though, based on the way that the wher also worked at cracking off the shell on the opposite side of the egg. The wher's bright green tail slipped out of the hole made previously, as she tried to dig a hole out on the other side of the egg. When her forked tail touched the burning sand, she twitched, and spun around inside the shell, instinctively shoving her snout out of the hole.

When she realized that she was able to force her way out from this spot, the green wher did so, with a cute grin on her draconic face. She greeted the few spectators to the hatching with a chirp, and turned in a tight circle around the legs of her new handler, Aralyn.

Aralyn, you see brother? He strong. Aralysk want to be like him. He strong, she repeated in her handler's mind. I hope he alright, she wished.

Green Wher Aralysk
Bonded to Aralyn (Alrekair)
Admirer, Gullible, Child-like

Faullane stopped at the entrance to the side Hatching Grounds reserved for Wher clutch. She was nervous and excited at the same time. She sighed, seeing that some of the other eggs hatch already hatched. And her chances of impressing had just gone down. She shrugged her shoulders and walked onto the sands. She bowed to the Queen Wher and her handler.

Farsyris was running around like the poor drudge she had just sent out for more meat. The old gold handler had taken the bowls of meat from the drudge, and sent her off again, then proceeded to distribute the bowls to the recently bonded wher handlers. She had shoved one into the hands of Aralyn, and another into the first handler's hands, since his wher was gulping down the meat like there was no tomorrow.

When a sixth candidate belatedly entered the sands, Farsyris took the time to glare at her, knowing full well that it was not proper etiquette to come late to a hatching, especially if you meant to Impress.. Both Farsyris and Farsysk welcomed the bow, and the gold handler motioned to the two remaining eggs. "Pick one, and that one will be your wher, provided it hatches."

At the end of that sentence, the last of the taken eggs decided it was time to hatch, and the wher inside scratched angrily at the shell. The shell wasn't given way though, and the wher resorted to kicking, rather than scratching. A forest green leg was suddenly thrust out of the side of the egg, sending small bits of shell into the sand by the new handlers' feet. The leg waved around aimlessly, and was joined by another leg in a few moments.

On top of the hatching, Farsyris was already making her way over to the candidate in charge of this egg, and offered a bowl of meat to her in preparation for the young wher.

The green wherlet let out an annoyed growl, and managed to roll her egg over, so she could partially stand on her single fore and hind leg. With gravity working in her favor, the wher punctured two more holes, at which the egg decided to shatter and fall to the sands in large chunks. She jutted out her lower jaw in a defiant manner, and poked the egg shell with a claw. Satisfied that she had bested the shell, the green wher looked at her surroundings, first noticing the one-armed girl in front of her.

Late.. she grumbled, taking note of the other four whers that hatched before her. What caught her eye next was the meat that was being handed off from the gold handler to the green's new handler. Food! Feed Slysk. Soon! The young wher opened her mouth, clearly expecting food.

Green Wher Slysk
Bonded to Slyph (akusma)
Provoking, Grumpy, Stubborn

Faullane ducked her head at the glare from the Gold Wherhandler. She'd not meant to be late. She'd blamed her chores for taking longer and word of the Wher Clutch hatching, had arrived to her ears late as well. She could feel her cheeks getting warm, she knew she was blushing from the glare. She listened to the Gold Wherhandler's words and nodded understanding. Faullane moved to the two remaning eggs. She wasn't sure which one she should take. Faullane scratched her head for a moment and then picked up one and moved off to the side, a bit further away from the others. She looked at them with their wherling partners, envy creeping into her mind, but she pushed it away. She would not let any negative thoughts interfere with her new life as a Wherhandler, if her egg hatched.

Slyph was silent as the first egg broke, barely registering that the Wher had, indeed, broken the shell. She was more interested in moving the egg that rested on her lap onto the warmer sands that she herself sat upon. Why should she care about the fate of a Wher that was not her own? Whatever hatched from this egg was her concern, not some boy's Bronze. She spared the form a glance though, sniffing slightly at the pair. He was bright, for a Bronze. Slyph looked back at her own egg, now nestled in a small mound of sand, her only hand resting atop it's mottled shell.

She calmly watched the hatching of yet another Wher, this time a Blue one with a darker hide. This one seemed either shy or lazy, wrapping itself around the legs of the candidate who held the egg. He looked strong, body filled with muscle as was to be expected of a Wher. After all, they were used in building work around the Weyr and Holds, and as guards. They needed muscle to do their job. People seemed to forget that it was Whers who did night patrols, Whers who kept everyone safe in their beds at night, not dragons. Dragons, perfect everyone seemd to think, were creatures of the day. Whers, the uglier version, were creatures of the night. Sylph scowled, hand clenching over the hard shell.

It wasn't fair, more then that it was stupid. Dragons were not the only intelligant creature on Pern, yet they got all the glory. Of course they protected the Weyr and Holds from Thread, but Whers were the backbone of construction! They made sure there were no intruders, and that people were safe at night. Because they did not eat firestone, typically, Greens could clutch. Or they did to the best of her understanding. Whers were over looked because of appearance only. She hated it.

As the next shell broek she merely scowled, jaw clenching as she watched the almost aqua Blue. This one was nothing like his brother, smaller, less muscular in size and with a brighter hide. It made her recol slightly before leaning back in, the sheer brightness of it almost blinding. She decided then and there that she was not fond of Blue's, dragon or otherwise. They had the option of being far too bright and...vocal. Indeed, the Wher has been squealing before he was even out of his shell, and now that he was, he was still chirping. BUt there was green on his hide, so Slyph couldn't blame him. His sister was next, another bright Wher that made Slyph's scowl deepen and her body recoil. Green, it seemed there would be very few higher ranking colours this hatching, and the smaller form coiled around her Handler's legs.

After that there was very little movement from any of the eggs. Only three remained, and one was soon to be taken by another Candidate. A girl, not very tall, dark hair reaching to the middle of her back. Slyph snorted, turning her head away to her own egg. She herself had thought that she had been late, but of course, the eggs had only just been handed out. Now though, there were four Wherlings on the sands, with only three left to go, and one beating the rest of them.

As soon as the sound of scratching came from within the shell, Slyph moved her hand away. She stared at the shell, moving slightly to twist and face it. Finally. She had waited for this, now she would no longer. A small smile fixed on her lips, pulling at the scarred flesh on her right side. It wasn't a nice look by any stretch of imagination, but it was as nice as it was going to get. As the leg shot through the shell, Slyph flinched. A Green, with a hide that didn't blind her. She turned to face the Gold Handler, nodding at her in gratitude as she presented her with food, which she took gratefully. Meat. Roughly chopped for the Wherlet that was hatching. Perfect. Another leg had burst free, and with a little movement, the Wherlet was able to stand, still encased in shell, on a fore and hind leg. The scene was quite comical, and a dry chuckle escaped Slyph's lips. As the last two legs broke through the shell, the cream surface gae in, falling apart on the spot.

Late, Slyph blinked, raising an eyebrow as she considered the forest green creature at her feet. She wasn't large, but she was muscled, as a Wher should be. Slyph smiled, the eye though which she could see the Wher, shining. Food! Feed Slysk. Soon! Slyph blinked, raising on eyebrow to look down at the Green, sitting as she was with her mouth gaping wide. Slyph laughed, a dry sound that lacked humour. "Feed Slysk now." And with that she dropped a piece of meat into the maw, followed soon by another as the Green chewed and swallowed frantically. "Chew slowly, you'll choke." Slysk know. Slysk smart.