Post by Mirror on Apr 6, 2008 21:48:45 GMT -5
Aziath was curled up near her precious eggs, the fifteen glowing beauties coddled by the caverns radiating heat and cushioning sand. It was near midnight and the great golden beauty felt odd. Something was going to happen, of that she was sure, but she couldn't hit the nail on the head. Jasiath was nearing her flight time, but all in all was leaving her alone for the moment. That ruby was becoming a thorn in her foot, and her rider was doing no better to her beloved Kaja. Pesky fools. She had kept this post for three turns now, and expected to keep it for at least a few more. Unable to sleep because of the horrid nagging feeling, Aziath called to her rider, her voice like the water rushing over polished rock. [Kaja-mine... I cannot sleep. The eggs are too close to hatching and Jasiath is too near to flight.]
Kaja was in a guest room they used for visiting Holders, one that was closer to the Hatching Sands than her own weyr. Besides, if the Ruby Wing was planning something with Aziath's clutch, she wanted to be there to defend them. Aroused from her slumber by her bondheart's voice, Kaja opened her chocolate brown eyes. The room was dark and the night quiet. The watchwhers should be out, patrolling the bowl. One was stationed at the entrance to the hatching grounds, another safety feature for the proddy Weyrqueen. "Azia, darling, it is nearly midnight. If that sharding pair wanted to harm you, it would be smarter when you were feeding. Those whers make more noise than hungry hatchlings. Speaking of those, how soon do you think yours will be?"
Kaja could mentally feel the gold counting and touching one of the hard shells of her children. Her mental calculations took only moments before the dragon replied. [Perhaps a sevenday, maybe less. They could even hatch tomorrow.] Kaja agreed, her own experience coming into effect. She had been bonded to Azia for nine turns now, and this was their seventh clutch. Their only worry was about Jasiath, a rebellious queen who wished to rule the Weyr. She was soon to Fly, and she became very territorial when she was proddy. What was even more disturbing to the pair was that the Ruby's flight had been moving closer and closer to Aziath's over the past four turns, and if they met in the sky, the battle would be horrific.
Kaja, knowing her queen would let her sleep once more, quickly rolled over and drifted to sleep. She had some major spring cleaning to do tomorrow, as well as some queen Weyrlings to teach. It was going to be a long day, and she needed her sleep. Aziath, on the other hand, watched the eggs, her great multifaceted eyes swirling a yellow-blue. They were all lovely, with no deformities. Her clutches just seemed to improve with age, like a master vinter's wine.
The largest three eggs were nestled in the center of the clutch, and all three were startlingly different. One was a vibrant yellow, not gold, but sunshine yellow doted with navy blue speckles. The next was a dull tan, with a single jagged white line down the middle. The last was a midnight black that would have been well hidden tonight. The other eggs were all somewhat smaller, although not by much. There was a coral pink one with a black patch, and three solid blue ones, all ranging from midnight blue to baby blue. Another was gray, and nothing more. The only egg that concerned Azia was the smallest, a forest green egg that was more round than oval. That shape was usually the sign of a dud. However, one never knew, so she kept that detail to herself. A scarlet egg was settled awkwardly by the black egg, and a sterling silver egg was nestled into a juniper green one and a fiery orange one. The last egg was pure white and of medium size. It was, all in all, a colorful clutch, and a rather large one for this day and age. It reassured the Weyr of her fertility, and Azia appreciated it. One day soon the eggs would begin to rock, and the Weyr would come running, inviting the Holds and Crafts to see her glory. The dragon preened herself smugly. Take THAT Jasiath!
Kaja was in a guest room they used for visiting Holders, one that was closer to the Hatching Sands than her own weyr. Besides, if the Ruby Wing was planning something with Aziath's clutch, she wanted to be there to defend them. Aroused from her slumber by her bondheart's voice, Kaja opened her chocolate brown eyes. The room was dark and the night quiet. The watchwhers should be out, patrolling the bowl. One was stationed at the entrance to the hatching grounds, another safety feature for the proddy Weyrqueen. "Azia, darling, it is nearly midnight. If that sharding pair wanted to harm you, it would be smarter when you were feeding. Those whers make more noise than hungry hatchlings. Speaking of those, how soon do you think yours will be?"
Kaja could mentally feel the gold counting and touching one of the hard shells of her children. Her mental calculations took only moments before the dragon replied. [Perhaps a sevenday, maybe less. They could even hatch tomorrow.] Kaja agreed, her own experience coming into effect. She had been bonded to Azia for nine turns now, and this was their seventh clutch. Their only worry was about Jasiath, a rebellious queen who wished to rule the Weyr. She was soon to Fly, and she became very territorial when she was proddy. What was even more disturbing to the pair was that the Ruby's flight had been moving closer and closer to Aziath's over the past four turns, and if they met in the sky, the battle would be horrific.
Kaja, knowing her queen would let her sleep once more, quickly rolled over and drifted to sleep. She had some major spring cleaning to do tomorrow, as well as some queen Weyrlings to teach. It was going to be a long day, and she needed her sleep. Aziath, on the other hand, watched the eggs, her great multifaceted eyes swirling a yellow-blue. They were all lovely, with no deformities. Her clutches just seemed to improve with age, like a master vinter's wine.
The largest three eggs were nestled in the center of the clutch, and all three were startlingly different. One was a vibrant yellow, not gold, but sunshine yellow doted with navy blue speckles. The next was a dull tan, with a single jagged white line down the middle. The last was a midnight black that would have been well hidden tonight. The other eggs were all somewhat smaller, although not by much. There was a coral pink one with a black patch, and three solid blue ones, all ranging from midnight blue to baby blue. Another was gray, and nothing more. The only egg that concerned Azia was the smallest, a forest green egg that was more round than oval. That shape was usually the sign of a dud. However, one never knew, so she kept that detail to herself. A scarlet egg was settled awkwardly by the black egg, and a sterling silver egg was nestled into a juniper green one and a fiery orange one. The last egg was pure white and of medium size. It was, all in all, a colorful clutch, and a rather large one for this day and age. It reassured the Weyr of her fertility, and Azia appreciated it. One day soon the eggs would begin to rock, and the Weyr would come running, inviting the Holds and Crafts to see her glory. The dragon preened herself smugly. Take THAT Jasiath!