Nightwatch [Open Forever]

[RavenSong]

{desc=Peering at dem eggz}Fenrisk was pacing around her nest, doing donuts around it. Occasionally she'd nose one of the objects within it, possibly an egg, possibly a rock, and then eye the Stands.

Where friends? she demanded of Fenrimere. Not come see Fenrisk nest. Best part this prank is an... an... an... stupid long word. Best part this prank is wait-and-see!

Fenrimere laughed at her wher.

"Prob'ly eatin', love," she said. "It -is- dinnertime, y'know."

Bah. Maybe Fenrisk call, invite dragonbutts too. And maybe-dragonbutts. Fenrimere know, not-bondeds want be dragonbutts.

"Well go on then, call the candidates and such. Just don' ask them t'come on the Sands and poke at ya nest. That's not allowed."

Not do in first place. Egg feel different from rock. Spoil prank! Laughing again, Fenrimere nodded.

"I 'ave t'admit, Fenrisk, I can't wait ta see their faces when they see wha' y'did wit' ya nest." Giving a good old wher grin, Fenrisk sat down primly behind her nest and called out to pretty much everybody.

Hey! Fenrisk alone! Just got Fenrimere talk to. Boring! Come see nest. Dragonbutts, can-dits, FENRISK SAY WORD RIGHT FENRIMERE, anyone want see nest come see nest. See only! No foot on Sand. Not allowed first place, Fenrimere say. Word from shinybutts.

It was all Fenrimere could do to not fall out of the Stands and onto the scorching Sands with laughter at her giddy wher. Potential motherhood was going to the white's head, and it amused her greatly. Fenrisk's other Runs had ended with complete dud eggs, so the potential of having offspring excited Fenrisk. She wanted the world to know.

Hopping from side to side with excitement, Fenrisk waited to see who'd come to eye her nest and be shocked by the number of objects in it. With how dim it was in there to accomodate wher eyes, it was impossible to tell which was what.

[Gray]

They were surrounded by a flock of Firelizards.

Two girls, one candidate, one not.

And the flock was really only four. Though a pair of pillies followed not too far after.

One hobbled on a crutch as fast as she could, the younger of the pair clinging to the injured one's tunic.
“Slow down Matilda! They're still gonna be there you know!” Kidanyr couldn't help but laugh as she tugged lightly on the weaver's shirt.
“You're going to hurt yourself worse.” Quince fluttered above and honked, the reason for the girl's meeting, before dodging the pink blur that was Clotho.

“I'm not going to hurt myself, and she's bored. We don't want her being bored. Can you imagine? I mean. I'd weave, but she's a wher, so I don't think she can.” Matilda turned her head, eyes focusing on the girl tagging beside her.
“Plus, you're not my mother. You're not even older than me. If anything I should be telling you to ask your mother if it is ok for you to see.” She didn't mean it, of course. She was just teasing the younger girl. She had heard of what happened at the hatching, and she couldn't let a bit of good-natured ribbing past her.

Kida just huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and flipping her blonde hair from her face.
“I can at least see the eggs. And I'm going to see them faster than you!” All injuries forgotten, Kida raced ahead, Quince quickly following with a victory honk. Quinzel, Quince and Matilda's flitters stayed behind with the candidate.

Clambering over the stands seats, Kidanyr got as close as she could with out touching the actual sands, tucking her legs beneath her as she bounced a bit.
“Hello Fenrimere! Hello Fenrisk!” She hadn't got a real good look at the eggs as she scrambled and now did. Her eyes widened, and her mouth made an almost perfect 'O' of surprise.

“By the first egg Fenrisk! How did you manage all these? I'm surprised you're not sleeping away after laying this many.” It was Matilda who had broke the silence, the candidate sitting down heavily next to Kidanyr.
“I mean really! How many of those are there?” She squinted a bit to see through the dim light, mumbling under her breath as she counted as many shapes as she could discern.

With Matilda silent, Kida took her opportunity.
“You must be so proud! So many little eggs! You're going to have a lot of little ones to watch over when they hatch. Just... Wow!”

[Kila]

Aydan was practicing stalking tonight. Ever since the double
hatching the little boy had been afire with excitement and ideas- in his
own weird way of course. Nadya was enjoying the unexpected reprieve; at
night Aydan snuck and skulked about the tunnels and Bowl pretending to
be a Wher. The baby whers and dragons were somewhere in the Weyr, he
knew, sleeping or walking around with the people they had chosen. The
villians and the heroes, the outlaws and the sheriffs, even the boring
ones, they were there, and if he went around thinking the way that they
thought then he was confident that he would run into them.

Perplexingly though, he had not had much luck. He did not let it get him
down however, instead doubling his stalking efforts and thinking as
wher-ish-ly as possible. Stalking was easy in the dark he decided after
a few days- nothing but baby stuff. Thinking he had mastered that, he
decided to try his newfound skills in the daylight. He woke early in the
evening, gathering up his pillie companions and leaving Nadya to sleep
until her patrol. First he stole into the dining hall, weaving in and
out of tables. At one point he stopped to tie together a pair of boot,
but otherwise he left the early dinner-goers alone. As he grew close to
the kitchens a drudge appeared out of nowhere, spotting him almost at
once. When she strode over and spoke to him he gave her his best, most
ferocious growl, which she did not take to kindly. Raising her long
wooden spoon she chased him from the hall, unable to catch the speedy
weyrbrat. Shardit doubled back and ate her spoon, chasing her back into
the kitchens as he hissed and burbled ferociously, enraged at the attack
on his ward.

Safely outside, Aydan pulled together his scattered pride. That was not
how he had imaged his first daytime stalk going. His own problems were
quite suddenly pushed from his mind when Fenrisk's voice pushed its way
in to announce both her eggs and her boredom. The little boy's eyes went
wide as saucers. There were more eggs?! Bug warbled and rubbed up
against him calmingly. Moments later two young girls rushed passed him,
making a bee line to the hatching cavern. Once they had disappeared
Aydan followed suit, rushing across the Bowl with excitement, his blue
pillie hot on his trail.

He peered into the gloom and saw the two girls sitting like puppies at
the edge of the sands. Fenrisk was in the middle, glowing an eerie white
that fascinated him and compelled him forward. He edged in, stalking
forgotten, and stopped where the others had stopped. He squinted and saw
what looked like a pile of rocks around the white wher. He looked at the
clutchmother in confusion. Rocks? Was this a joke? But his eagerness let
him believe that they were all eggs, so he commenced to admire them from
afar. He didn't know much about clutch sizes, but he had thought that
smaller whers would lay fewer eggs than the bigger ones. Kida echoed his
sentiment. Squirming, he gave Fenrisk an imploring look. He wanted to
move closer- to put his face right in the nest and bask in the eggs'
rocky glory. He could hardly see from far away and he was dying
to get closer...

[RhiaBlack]

Baihujinth's thoughts pressed Z'dyn's, the Ironrider exhausted after a long, long day of flying patrols and drills. His hair was everywhere, one arm propped against the wall, one leg stuck out of his sheets with Kee on her back and leaned against his ribs as he slept on his stomach. One blue eye cracked open, buried between bicep and hair. Nothing was verbally uttered.

What.
Fenrimere's calls.
What?
Fenrisk has clutched. She seeks friends.
What.
Consider this my punting in your backside for you to go see. I think it would be a nice surprise, to show them we are not still angry or afraid of her.
Can't y'do this shardin' stuff when I'm not tryin' t'sleep?
You are always telling me to be nice. I think this is a proper nice gesture.

Here, Z'dyn. Have some salt for your words. Hope they're delicious. Z'dyn's eye closed in a smaller narrow, as close to deadpanning as he could get when he was that half-coherent. Sharding irritating Iron. Baihujinth chuckled, though the sound was suppressed to keep from waking the Pink against His' side. Groaning inwardly, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and pushed himself up from the limits of his newly-constructed bed.

It had been a painstaking process, hollowing out part of the wall over and against an established ledge within the room to give himself a king-sized section, to which his father had ordered a stuffed mattress for. It made a ridiculously comfortable bed that Z'dyn was inclined to examine the insides of his eyelids for holes upon, far more often than he was given the time to. Some things were a crime not to take advantage of, and now he was being dragged out of it at the behest of his Iron, for the sake of the King proving a point that Z'dyn had forced down his throat since the candlemark he had hatched.

Sharding stubborn-shelled Iron tunnelsnake.
Z'dyn stuck his legs through his pants and hitched his belt closed; shoving his feet into his boots, he groped blindly in his wardrobe before pulling on a shirt. He didn't bother with his vest, his uncooperative, tremendously thick mane bound in two sections behind his head and neck. Splashing water on his face to wake himself up marginally, he scaled Baihujinth's side and the pair glided down to the Kitchen, upon a diversion to the Dining Hall.

Surely, he looked a ghost to most of the Wherhandlers who might have been there. Retrieving a container of Klah, he capped it to keep it from spilling; he then acquired a small bag of some twenty dried wherry strips, a small bucket of meat and two mugs, before he made his way out to climb back on board his Iron. Baihujinth carried them to the Sands, where he dropped off His and promptly diverted back to their weyr.

Groggy and mildly grumped by being woken so early into his sleep time - though not at the White wher or Hers, of course - he lumbered his way into the Sands and picked his way around the outside towards Fenrimere.

Upon reaching her, he sat the mugs down, poured both full of Klah, capped the container, and sat the bucket of meat for Fenrisk down on the bench in front of her. The warm liquid logic filtered its heat into his hands, and laying the dried wherry jerky down between them, he grunted a half-mental, half-vocal-

"Mornin'."

[Maggie]

Anablimyth was not usually very awake at night, but a nocturnal call had peaked his interest. G'lin! There is a very special clutch on the sands. The clutchmother is white, just like mine was. I wish to go see this clutch! Get my best white scarf! And maybe the silver eye-protects... You should dress in white too. But not all in white like a Candidate, that would be confusing. No, add the blue scarf and... He paused. Doom sent an image of a pair of camel-coloured pants. Anablimyth nodded. Yes. Those pants, that nice white shirt of yours that's just a bit loose and a blue scarf, I think. Hurry, it's important that we look our best.

G'lin was still a little bleary when he got to the Stands to see the eggs. Ana landed on a ledge, looking very dapper indeed as he looked over the sands. Fenrisk, that is a very fine clutch you have. Very fine and... large? Something was a little off about those eggs, Ana could tell, but he wasn't sure what.

"What brings you here so late?" Talin smiled up at her son as she entered the Stands. She had recognise him right away. Few riders looked so well put together in the evening when they were ready to roll into bed. Her son blinked blearily down at her, offering her a hug.

"I need klah," he whined. "Ana forced me to come since he was born from a white's clutch and he wanted to see this one."

Talin snickered. "You really need to learn to say no. They've got you dancing to their tune the lot of them. Gennesk included." She leaned over the rail, looking down at the clutch. "Bigger than I would have thought."

"Task's not here?" G'lin wasn't surprised. He had never known Task to deliberately choose to be around people if he could help it.

"Hiding in our quarters. Not his, he's not interested at all. Even when he does manage to father a clutch he's not really that interested in visiting. You know him." The diminutive women leaned in closer, grinning. "Nice eggs, Fenrisk!" she called.

[RavenSong]

Fenrimere chuckled at the expected reactions to the nest. With eight objects in it and the common knowledge that small whers like Fenrisk had small clutches, the surprise was definitely expected.

HI FRIENDS! Fenrisk said to Matilda and Kida. She got up and padded over to them, standing up on her hind legs with her forepaws on the barrier between the Stands and the Sands. Eight thing in nest, she said proudly.

Fenrimere shook her head at her wher. Ahhh, to reveal the prank or not, that was the question. She knew so many would be disappointed when they realized there were only three eggs in there, and with the high chance of duds... well, who knew if she'd get more than one out of the nest?

Aydan got Fenrisk's attention next. She knew about Nadysk's littleperson and adored him. Except when he shrieked, of course. She nosed him carefully, letting him pet her if he so chose.

Remember, no feet on Sand with eggs. Shinybutts say no touch, means no touch. Fenrisk think dumb, but Fenrisk not make rule. Fenrimere get mad if Fenrisk break rule. Fenrisk let can-dits stand in nest when Hatch, though. Promise! she said to all present.

"They're Candidates, wherry'ead!" Fenrimere interjected, laughing.

FENRISK SAY WORD RIGHT FENRIMERE. Stupid. Fenrimere is wherryhead, not Fenrisk. Huffing a sigh, the white climbed into the Stands, turning to where she could keep an eye on her clutch. She then flopped dramatically on a bench. Hear this? Fenrimere say Fenrisk -wherryhead-. Fenrimere bad! Right, littlestperson? She nosed at Aydan when she said that, trying to get him to agree with her.

Fenrimere was still laughing when Z'dyn came up to her with food. The dark-skinned woman's face lit up with surprise and joy.

"Well 'ey, cutie!" she said, beaming at him. She stood to offer a hug. Fenrisk recognized the scarred Ironrider, having done her best to remember that he was Unprankable. "Brought a snack with ya, huh? Aww, cutie, did we drag you out of bed? You look exhausted."

Ironbutt Z'dyn! See nest? Not in Z'dyn bed this time, she said to him, opening her mouth to cackle. She stayed well away from him, remembering his dislike of whers. Oooh! Smell food. Ironbutt Z'dyn bring food to Fenrisk? Best ironbutt -ever-. Much love!

Talin and G'lin were given a sidelong glance by the white, who got up and went back out to her nest when Anablimyth entered.

Fenrisk thank blue-flyer, she said to the tiny blue. Clutch is clutch. See soon. Have secrets. Fenrimere think be naughty secrets. Fenrisk think best ever secrets. Blue-flyer see soon! Which one Bluebutt? Wait, that one Task's. Once she'd decided that Ana wasn't a threat to her eggs, she padded back to the Stands. She peered at G'lin. This one Bluebutt, she said directly to the bluerider. Right?

"She means bluerider," Fenrimere said to G'lin over her shoulder. "Fenrisk calls dragonriders 'dragonbutts', because their butts go on dragons. Dragons are 'flyers'."

[Kila]

Aydan looked over at Kida and Matilda with envy when Fenrisk
hopped to her feet and padded over to the two girls. The white wher was
so close yet so very far away. As stubborn and used to getting his way
as he was, Aydan knew better than to interrupt them; one was simply not
rude to Whers. Admiring from a respectful distance paid off well, for
after Fenrisk was done speaking with them she turned her attention to
him and him alone. Not only did she speak to him, but she nosed him
gently and allowed him to pet her head. Aydan trembled with delight and
he ran his hands over her bumpy skull. Few of Dalibor's Whers were so
friendly and willing to let humans other than their Handlers touch them.
Her verdict on the eggs was disappointing, but Aydan was so pleased that
she was there talking to him that he did not mind. If Fenrisk was on the
edge of the Sands, he would stay on the edge of the Sands.

His face broke into a big grin when she began to argue with Fenrimere
over her pronunciation. The little boy plopped right down beside her
when she flopped dramatically on the bottom bleacher. He nodded solemnly
when she looked to him for support on her accusation, but beamed again
when she nudged at him for a second time and threw his tiny arms about
her neck. Fortunately Shardit was still off somewhere in the kitchens
terrorizing drudges, so Aydan could enjoy the contact without trying to
be "defended." "Right," he whispered to her, too quietly for most
of the other humans to hear. Them and their silly words. When she
wandered off to greet the other people who had come to see her clutch
Aydan remained on the bleachers. His feet did not touch the ground so he
swung them happily. He hadn't gotten to inspect the eggs, and he was not
a can-dit to stand on the sands later either, but he had touched and
talked to Fenrisk. It was a successful day.

[Zephyr]

Babies, babies, babies, babies, BABIES!

Mouse came flying onto the sands. Well, flying probably wouldn’t have been the best word to use as her little feet were very solidly planted on the ground as she ran. But she had her wher costume on, the material very soft and pale yellow. The little wings, usually limp at her back went flying out behind her as she ran, much like a cape would have. There was a look of pure bliss on her face as she bounded up into the stands, glassy blue eyes perched atop her head gazing blindly forwad.

The child had asked her guardian wher if it would be okay for her to go see Fenrisk’s eggs, since she was sure that was where everyone was. After receiving images from Bray, the girl had politely informed her brown that G’lin and Ana were in attendance and that she’d be exceedingly safe under their care. Not that she intended to stay with G’lin the entire times…or even most of it, it served its purpose and she had been allowed to go.

Her firelizards were less pleased.

She didn’t pay them any mind at all as she bounced up into the stands towards G’lin, practically bouncing up into his lap in her glee and waving happily up at Ana when she noticed the blue up on a ledge…it was only a few seconds later that mouse acknowledged Talin’s presence, but even a stranger couldn’t dampen her pleasure. She smiled broadly, waving shyly at the woman before abandoning G’lin and bouncing down lower into the stands.

Babies! She squealed happily, leaning over the railing to get a look at the eggs. Prettiest babies!

The blobs of sparkly grey were quite pretty indeed, and there were so many! Best babies.

[Maggie]

G'lin grinned at Fenrimere. "It makes a lot of sense. And yes, I'm Anablimyth's rider," he answered the white directly, then, since she was a wher, he added, "I'm also Gennesk's Mini-mine. Ana's clutch-mama is a white and I grew up with Gennesk and Task, so Ana said that we just had to come say hello to your lovely eggs."

He grinned down at Mouse and her wher costume. She really was adorable, no matter how frustrated his father made him over the whole thing. He lifted her up onto his shoulders so shecould have a good view of the eggs. "See the clutch, Mousie? Ana's mama was a white like Fenrisk, but a dragon." He paused, realising she might not know Talin. "And this is my mama. She's Task's handler." He gave his mother a questionning look.

"No, she hasn't met Task. Gennesk is afraid he'll steal her like he stole you," Talin admitted. "Hello, Mouse, I'm Talin."

Secrets make a clutch mysterious, original and unique. Very countercultural, Ana agreed with Fenrisk. They are very beautiful, if you would allow, once they have hatched into wherets as magnificent and stylish as their mother, could I please have a shard of egg shell? I curate a collection of beautiful things and those shells are very lovely. It would go next to the shard from my own egg.

[Chimera]

((For Maggie: assuming our thread took place before this one, and that Lirmox knows who G'lin is? If not, just tell me and I'll edit! :P))

Akklyn could be loud. Grouchy. But today was not the day for her to be like that - she was quiet right now. But it wasn't even a day, though the light of the Rukbat filtered through Pern's two moons and its softer rays still lightened the dark night sky. Still, the time was only after dinnertime, and most of the day-folk were up and about.

"You want this?" The Weyrbrat poked at her modest plate of food that she'd brought to her room, not particularly hungry. She'd swiped a snack not too long ago. That hadn't been a good idea. However, MiniMe was a firelizard, and still growing. Growing firelizards were pretty hungry, and the green thought of the food she ate as brain food. She was, besides her literal hide color, green with envy at some of the other flits recently - that they were older, had more stamina - and had growled and grumped as only a firelizard could to Akklyn. But the Weyrbrat was much more willing to listen to a creature's concerns than a human's. So she ate a little more of the food to kill off that pesky hunger, and the rest swiftly went down into the green firelizard's greedy little jaws.

Hey! Fenrisk alone! Just got Fenrimere talk to. Boring! Come see nest. Dragonbutts, can-dits, FENRISK SAY WORD RIGHT FENRIMERE, anyone want see nest come see nest. See only! No foot on Sand. Not allowed first place, Fenrimere say. Word from shinybutts.

"Well, that's a wher, and one who wants people to see her eggs. C'mon, MiniMe. It'll be good practice for the future when I'll be a wher candidate."

The green meeped. It was decided.

***

"Why am I escorting you to see a wher's clutch again?" Lirmox sighed as he walked along with Akklyn and Lisk to the Hatching Sands. "How do I get roped into things like these?"

"Well, look, little miss Holdless, I wanna see a wher's clutch. This Fenrisk said anyone and everyone was allowed to come see."

AnnoyingTiny right.

Oh great. Two of you.

Finally they got there. Lirmox spotted Talin and G'lin, waving to the former.

"Alright, I got you here. Behave. I'm only doing this because *apparently* you're a 'friend' of Mouse's. And as a cousin and more, well, brother nowadays, it's my duty to help any 'friends' of hers."

"Wow. I thought I was...yeah. But thanks. It's your...doody." Akklyn winked, and grinned as she saw Mouse in an awesome costume! She ran over to the other girl. "Hey!" It was then she actually noticed the eggs. "Wow...nice to meet you, Fenrisk, and congrats on your...eggs...." Akklyn, for once, was genuinely happy and it showed to both Mouse and Fenrisk.

Lirmox had stopped listening. Nope. He was done with this Weyrbrat. He approached Talin and the others.

"Hello! It's nice to see you again, bluehandler Talin, and nice to meet you, bluerider G'lin. I'm, again, Mouse's cousin Lirmox with green Lisk right next to me." The green snorted, confused by Fenrisk's clutch and not in a good or bad mood. Lirmox's pets were waiting outside. Fuzz and Midnight wanted to come, but Lisk for some unexplicable reason did not want them to come. Regina was somewhere in the lake...pillie-bugging around. Or making evil world-conquering plots. Whatever pillies did. Lirmox didn't know. "...And apparently Mouse has a friend about her age she made. I don't know much about her, except that she's Akklyn and her dad's a greenhandler. Apparently I remind her of him because we both have green whers. Whatever." The boy laughed dryly. "Mousie!" He waved at the girl. "Oh, you haven't met Talin? She and Task are very nice." Lirmox told to his cousin. "I love your costume! Who made that?"

Lisk just stared, confused by Mouse's wher costume, and Fenrisk's clutch, and the too-many-word storm Lirmox was causing, and argh. This was confusing.

"Congratulations, white Fenrisk! That's...quite a lot of eggs you've laid!" Lirmox had saved a wink and a friendly smile for the white wher.

[maruset]

Valasco had been waiting to hear what wher would be having a clutch next. When it turned out that a little white one was, he was curious. Especially when she started inviting people to come see, loud and clear in everyone's heads.

If nothing else, the dragons and whers in this place were a lot more chatty.

Making sure he had everything done that he needed to, Val went to let Lavi know where he was going, and then headed towards the Sands. He did glance at his hands, checking the designs painted there. There had already been a few frowning looks due to the paint, but he ignored them here as he did everywhere else. They would be gone by the time the hatching was due to happen, so he wasn't worried. Would have to make sure any new designs would go on his back.

There was quite a few people already when he got the Sands, and Val nodded at them as he walked by, grinning some. Even had a gaggle of kids, which amused him. Seems that they knew what they liked. That was good, though he figured it would be a bit before they got a chance to do more than watch. Reminded him of Lavi when she was tiny still.

He stood on the edge of the stands, looking at the nest, frowning a bit. How had such a tiny little wher gotten so many eggs out? Well, he hadn't dealt much with whites, they were pretty rare. It didn't matter how many eggs there might be, it all depended on how many actually hatched.

Giving both the wher and her handler as charming a grin as he could, Valasco studied the eggs, and the people who were coming to watch. Was still settling in, after all.


***


He hadn't missed a dragon or wher hatching since he had gotten here, and Letorin didn't plan on missing this one. Though he felt a bit ill after having been moving around so much on as little of the pain medicine that he could get by on.

Still, the teen got settled, smiling some. He had liked Fenrimere and Fenrisk when Master Naras had taken him to meet the pair. They had been able to tell him a lot about the history of the weyr, and it was nice to see them again.

Out came the hide and charcoal, and he began to draw out the nest and both mother and handler. He liked to get these details down for future reference. The interaction of the pair made him smile, and he tried to get the playfulness worked into the sketches. It was the human element that made things good, in his opinion. That sensation of life, the quirk of a grin, the amusement in the eyes, those all appealed to him. Any real emotion did, actually.

Part of the reason he enjoyed sketching out nests and hatchings. There was always something going on, and he focused on trying to get it all down.

Though he did nod to G'lin and Ana as he spotted them, and the woman next to G'lin had to be his mother. Letorin thought he heard something about her transferring in from his friend.

[kireon]

"What's got you so bouncy this time?" Impa regarded the bulky black shadow skulking about the room with a singular rise of one carefully maintained brow from her position on the bed. A half-marked scrap of hide remained on her lap, a letter to one of many brothers, and the flash of wary patience in her cat-green eyes served as warning towards the green eyed goblin in the corner.

A gap jawed grin was sent her way, a singularly terrifying display for any who weren't familiar with the naughty seven year old boy-like personality of her wher. She affectionately referred to him as her demonic child delivered by some sort of payback for being a right terror right up until she'd come to Dalibor for a fresh start.

Her brothers were inclined to agree; all seven of them.

Traitors.

A particularly chilling giggle-cackle, shriller than the one he normally used, made the hair rise up on the back of her arms and neck. Impask keep best secret. BEST, ImpaNoNoNo not even get it. FenriskOooOooOoo know. Go see?[/i] Green eyes hinted towards blue, hopeful in expression as he whipped his large, spiny head towards the door and back.

She stared, two and two coming together to make four in her head all too clearly. "She clutched."

Impask rubbed his shoulder against a protruding corner of stone. Yeeeeeessss."[/i] He drew the word out, inner lids half closed in bliss as the stone corner found just that right place to itch.

"And you didn't bother telling me?" Matter of fact, less a question than it was a statement.

A pause. Back to scratching. Nope![/i] An eerie cackling laugh accompanied the gleefully given answer.

Impa sighed and rubbed her temples. "You're probably the worst wher I've ever known."

Yes![/i] Triumph, he was the biggest success ever.

"That wasn't a compliment. Let's go."

Yes![/i] And he skulked through the shadows all the way to the hatching sands, catching scent of many a friend and potential victim. FenriskOooOooOoo, ImpaskShhhShhhShhh here with ImpaNoNoNo, best trick, best secret. We best ever.[/i]

Impask promptly hid himself behind Z'dyn, and waited for the man to turn around to realize his shadow had transformed. Best trick ever.

Impa's closed fist bopped him between the knobs firm enough to get his attention. Something white and glistening was in her hand, a long unknown bone from something that lit the black wher's expression up like a Gather Hall on the first day of the new Turn. A brief struggle for possession of said bone was given, and the black pranced over to show off, and likely generously gift, the bone to Fenrisk.

Dark hair immaculately returned to the slick-smooth braid she always kept it in, the green eyed woman gave a courteous bow in greeting to Fenrimere for formalities, and looked to the mulitple objects in the stand. For an instant, her expression blanched in shock. No. No. There was no way in Faranth's beloved Pern that her bratty child could have sired that many eggs. That many Impask spawn would destroy the Wher Program as they knew it, and she'd end up with said bratty child culled as a result to save them the grief of another clutch. "I am so sorry." She gave her sincerest apologies in advance to the poor hatching runner. The woman had a handful with Fenrisk, for sure, but the offspring between two terrors?

Impask.

He didn't look back, but she felt him brush her mind in inquiry. Innocent- yet not. Yeeeees?[/i] He sang the word out, knowing full well what was coming.

You are in so much trouble.

Impask merely threw his head back, parted his jaws and cackled madly into the domed room.

[RhiaBlack]

Z'dyn grumbled to himself, still marginally half-asleep. The Klah wasn't helping as much as he had hoped, and being in the presence of more Whers that weren't Fenrisk wasn't his idea of a good time to say the least.

But it was the nice thing to do. He was going to sharding stripe Baihujinth when they got back.

The Iron made a point of showing Z'dyn he was sleeping. Z'dyn made it his own point to show Baihujinth he would be too if some sharding annoying Ironbeast hadn't woken him up.

Rubbing his scarbound face, he yawned ferociously, and nodded at both Fenrisk and Fenrimere. Another mouthful of Klah, nearly thrown across the back of the Stands when he realized that there was another beast behind him. Standing, he growled inwardly, a handful of rather uncouth things grumbled in reply before he made sure there wasn't another one hiding somewhere. Settling back down into his seat, he snagged two of the wherry strips and dunked one in his Klah.

"Yeah. Bai heard Fenrisk callin', thought might be nice t'come down an' see 'em. See you an' her, too, t'make up for how I acted the other night, she spooked me an' all. Still not too comfortable with 'em 'round, but better'n I used t'be. Didn' see you't...well, reckon it's Breakfast for y'two, so thought mebbe y'might want somethin' t'tide over 'til y'could get up there an' sort it yerself."

He peered out at the Sands, eyeballing the eggs in the dimly-lit darkness. His nightvision wasn't fantastic, but it wasn't terrible either, and after more than a few minutes of sitting inside it, well, he had a much easier time of making things out.

"Nice lookin' eggs. Bigger'n I've seen outta a Wher b'fore, some'a 'em, but then 'gain I don't make much habit'a goin' t'Wher Hatchin's, so guess I'm a bit of a newbie when it comes t'knowin' what's what. Get the feelin' m'Dad wants t'Stand for some, but truth be told, not real sure he'd have the time t'go through anythin' until work dials down a bit. He's been sh--" Z'dyn peered sidelong. There are kids here, you crackdusted dimglow. Watch your mouth.

"--he's been all kinds'a busy since he got here. Only Master Tanner we got, he's got a laundry list'a stuff t'do, seems like. Had t'go help 'im couple times, just short handed. Anyways. How long's it take a Wher egg t'hatch?"