Weyrs and Hatchlings, etc


Rauzath, Voldrath, Escaeth, Twylaeth, Riordanth, Ockath

Date: Aug 23, 2010
Location: Eastern Weyr
Synopsis: Dragons discuss babies, houses, fights, and … dislike for greens?
Rating: PG-13
Logger: Rauzath

<Weyr> Escaeth taps the links up to Eastern. « How is everyone today? »

<Weyr> Voldrath sounds all sunshiney, not, « Tired. Go back to sleep. »

<Weyr> Voldrath roars, a very different sound from his usual bellow. « Mine has sired another hatchling! »

<Weyr> Escaeth starts as she apparently was trying to go back to sleep. « Another hatchling? I wasn't aware he even had a hatchling. »

<Weyr> Riordanth's voice follows along after Voldrath's, light and chiming. « They'll have two hatchlings! »

<Weyr> Voldrath sounds pretty smug at being the one to wake up the green this time. « That's because you don't know everything, silly little green. »

<Weyr> Escaeth storms back at the brown with a chime. « Thats because no one ever tells me anything! »

<Weyr> Rauzath oohs happily. « What color is it, Voldrath? I mean, is it a boy hatchling, or a girl hatchling? Or do you know? » The maternal dragon beams happily. « Congratulations! »

<Weyr> Riordanth answers for Voldrath - it's what he does. « We don't know, but I'll bet it'll be a blue. »

<Weyr> Rauzath snickers at Riordanth. « You'd like that, wouldn't you? » She gives a happy pop. « Mine says all human hatchlings are PINK! »

<Weyr> Riordanth chimes happily, « I would love that, of course! Pink? No, the one they have now isn't pink. He's fruit-colored. I think he had cake. »

<Weyr> Escaeth simply chimes again before remarking. « Humans are weird… mine is currently laughing at what I'm telling him about us talking about the child. »

<Weyr> Voldrath grumbles at the blue « At least he isn't green. Mine gets all upset when he's green. »

<Weyr> Ockath sends a yawn along the line « Humans will ever be weird. Mine sings in his sleep. »

<Weyr> Riordanth says, « He's only green when he rides with you, Voldrath. »

<Weyr> Escaeth eyes Voldrath through their minds. « Whats wrong with being green? I'm green and I'm ok. »

<Weyr> Voldrath sends something very akin to a draconic raspberry in Riordanth's direction. « Says who? You're the one that does all those loops and spirals to show off for him. »

<Weyr> Ockath chuckles along the line « I have a list, as to what is wrong with greens.. » Well, it seems Ockath is in rare form.

<Weyr> Escaeth peers at Ockath. « I hope this list didn't start when mine got in that brawl with yours. »

<Weyr> Voldrath's attention turns to Ockath « Let's compare notes, shall we? »

<Weyr> Riordanth responds to Voldrath with the cheerful burbling of a mountain stream. « He loves them, and I'm good at them. When you do them it's like a drunk wherry careening around the sky. But! Ooooh! They're taking stuff off of me. Yay! » And then he's gone.

<Weyr> Ockath gives off a crackle of laughter, like rocks bounding down a mountainside. « No. When mine kicked yours' ass. I had already this small list. I could add too it. »

<Weyr> Rauzath gives a sharp mental whistle. « Now, then. Boys, do your women-bashing on your own time. » She pulls on the links a bit, tightening them up, strengthening where she can. Just because they need it, right? Right. « Riordanth… » When he disappears, there's just the hint of a bemused smile.

<Weyr> Voldrath gives a snort of amusement, to Ockath, and about the blue leaving. « He's flighty like that. He's here, then he's gone. »

<Weyr> Escaeth sends a chime Rauzath's way. « Thanks Rauzath. They'd best keep in mind just how many greens are likely to come out of these clutches. » She turns her attention back Ockath's way « Mine still contends that the Queens interrupting does not mean yours kicked mine's ass. »

<Weyr> Rauzath gives with one hand, and takes away with the other. « I'm pretty sure the ass was kicked, Escaeth. From my vantage point, Yours was on the ground and bleeding. Only one of which applied to T'ryn. » Ockath's is named. He's special.

<Weyr> Ockath coughs and resettles along the line as it seems he is curling back up, mentally. « Now, now-Rauzath. Ain't like I hate womenfolks. Your little sister should know that I am all cheers..and what not. » Or at least his rider is. As to Escaeth's comment, there's a snort. « Thank you, Rauzath. » He'll put that up on the tally board.

<Weyr> Voldrath snorts with amusement as Rauzath sets it straight on the tally of who was down. « So, Ockath, about that list… »

<Weyr> Rauzath settles in to listen, mainly because she is awake and bored.

<Weyr> Escaeth pouts over the links, but shrugs. « To be fair, you did interrupt them, Rauzath. Mine didn't have the time to put Ockath's on the ground. But it's done. He wants to put it in the past. »

<Weyr> Rauzath gives a light assent, but still maintains her position. « Alright. It's done. Yesterday's news. » She'd rather hear today's.

<Weyr> Escaeth is silent for a little bit as though her mind is elsewhere before she pokes, « Mine wants to know if any rider's been made the Weyrlingmaster for the Weyr since the eggs are soon to hatch. »

<Weyr> Rauzath gives a sense of relief, for something to talk about. « Well, we're gonna kind of let a group take turns. There are several in the list, and they'll each take a lesson or so. » It'll keep everybody together, and the trainers won't lose that much in the way of training themselves. « Hopefully, we can get that figured out before one of us goes up again. »

<Weyr> Escaeth chimes at the gold's words, « Mine is then also curious if he's in that list? He was going to talk to yours about it before the whole healer 'n fight 'n exile. All of that. He and I had a little… chat about it all. »

<Weyr> Twylaeth drifts in after listening for a time. « Mine, too, would like to help. »

<Weyr> Voldrath « Mine should be in the list. »

<Weyr> Rauzath gives a negative answer. « Escaeth, you're the watchrider. Your position is there at Landing. Ferrying them, and watching for anything of importance to the Weyr. True you were put there as result of the altercation, but for now, it's a permanent position. » She seems to take note of all the others. « I'll let Mine know. Yes, Voldrath, you and he are on the list. »

<Weyr> Escaeth gives a mental nod of resignation. « He suspected as much. I'll let him know. »

<Weyr> Twylaeth rumbles distantly, from wherever he may be perched. « Should Escaeth and hers ever need return to perhaps aid the small ones when they come, Mine would be willing to take the post. »

<Weyr> Voldrath rumbles with satisfaction.

<Weyr> Rauzath appreciates the offer, and seems to make a mental note of this in her 'files.' « Mine says, 'why do they always offer these things when I'm sands-bound?' So, you may want to offer again later. » She gives a wry snort. « But at least it's keeping me from being bored. »

<Weyr> Escaeth sends an appreciative chime to Twylaeth. « It will probably be awhile. Mine rather annoyed Kaseth's on more than one occasion. Unintentionally, but still. To put an idea of how long he believes we'll be here… he's started looking for a spot to ask crafters to carve out a weyr for the watchrider. Someplace safe where both rider and dragon can sleep without worry here. »

<Weyr> Voldrath snorts. « Is he afraid of having his ass kicked again? »

<Weyr> Escaeth hisses. « If someone is capable of destroying two dragonets, if they were to catch a rider sleeping, would they really balk at slitting a rider's throat to dispense with me? »

<Weyr> Twylaeth only sends out a flare of discomfort.

<Weyr> Voldrath sends an interested flare back. « Oh, now you're worried about someone slitting the throat of yours. You weren't so concerned when I was worried about someone slitting the throat of mine. »

<Weyr> Rauzath sends out a calming sensation, laced with a bit of her 'commnad.' « Shh, Escaeth. I don't think it's as bad as all that. You're much bigger than they are anyway. And can Yours sneak up on you? And he's in your mind. You'll be fine. » As to a weyr, she sounds curious. « They should already have some place, if not, you should definitely ask. Where have you been sleeping then? » She sounds nonplussed.

<Weyr> Escaeth calms down to the gold's influence, remarking. « We move each night. Mine doesn't trust sleeping in the same spot too often. This started after the eggs were smashed. He feared something would happen at Landing. And no one mentioned such, he will ask the Masters here, but if not, we'll have something worked out. »

<Weyr> Rauzath gives her input. « Mine wonders if there is one of those empty buildings big enough. If there is, and they need some sort of permission for you to stay there, let us know, and after the little ones come, we'll come over and figure it out. It shouldn't be long now. » Until the babies, that is. « I think it should be soon. Tell me what the betting is like? » This is sent across the board. « Or something. »

<Weyr> Escaeth chimes back. « We'll find out Rauzath. For now, we have a day ahead of us. » The green's presence withdraws from the links, concentrating on whatever else has her attention.

<Weyr> Ockath perks back up. A snort from the snoring clearly heard as it seems the surly brown has woken back up. « Betting? Bwah? » Yes that surmises it up nicely.

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