Mavros Weyr and Seahold :: Mavros Weyr and Sea Hold :: Hatching Sands :: A Misplaced Clutching Author Topic: A Misplaced Clutching (Read 146 times) WeyrSparrow Administrator [M:0][M:0] member is offline Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 569 A Misplaced Clutching « Thread Started on Jul 6, 2009, 6:25pm » A Misplaced Clutching Takes place several days after Turnover. Nearly two and a half months had passed since the goldflight, and in the depths of the damp hatching cave, the Weyrwoman and her profoundly gravid dragon were rehashing an issue both of them had been over many times before. Curled up near the back of the cave, while Oria went over record hides nearby, Asurath rumbled irritably. I do not see why the whers should have heated sands and I should have to put my eggs on the platform, she said, not for the first time that day. Oria glanced up from her work. Asurath, you can’t fit into the wher den. The tunnels are too narrow. Besides, it’s far too small to hold a proper audience for the hatching. And the platform has been greatly improved. Improved? I won’t even be able to sit with my own eggs. The queen’s eyes were whirling a dangerous shade of red. I will NOT CLUTCH ON THAT THING AGAIN. You will clutch on it because it is the only place where you can do so. Oria’s voice remained cool. I WILL NOT. Stop shouting. I will not. Her enormous tail flicking back and forth dangerously, the queen rose to her feet. Then, purposefully, she stalked – or rather, given her condition- waddled thunderously out of the hatching cave, and abruptly dropped off the ledge into ungainly flight. Oria got hastily to her feet and hurried after, leaving the record hides behind. Asurath! Where are you going? But there was no response from the irate queen, as she made her way out over the bay with great lurching wingbeats. Asurath! I will clutch where I please, when I please! Oria sighed irritably after a moment, then turned around and went back into the cave. It had to be only a temper tantrum. She scooped up the dropped hides and seated herself again, searching with one bony finger for the line she'd left off at. Yes, Asurath would be over this soon enough, once she’d had her fill of sulking. After all, it wasn't as if she could remain in the air without tiring for long - no doubt she would simply retreat to the Little Island to sun herself, taking advantage of the last few days in which she could do so, given her condition. Soon, even the clumsiest form of flight would be impossible for her... Oria sighed. She wasn't exactly looking forward to having Asurath shut in the hatching cavern for a month, brooding over her eggs and fussing about the platform incessantly, even if the queen was in a better temper than she'd been the last time she clutched. Herdbeasts would have to be flown in for her, distracting the other dragons from their duties, and that was even before you considered all the extra oilings she was going to demand out of sheer petulance... It was only later that day, when dusk approached, and Asurath still had not returned, that the Weyrwoman truly began to worry. All her attempts to locate her dragon ended in dismal failure. Where are you?, she sent repeatedly, only to be met with the same infuriating response: I am fine. I said, where are you? I am fine and I am not saying. Find me yourself if you care so much. And that, for the time being, was that. Mavros’ only adult queen was now missing. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Plotting Page cruurtun Adolescent Mavrosite [M:0] member is offline Joined: Apr 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 145 Re: A Misplaced Clutching « Reply #1 on Jul 6, 2009, 8:27pm » B'rax and C'tun wandered into the hatching sands, arguing heatedly. "Gometh is fine, Uncle," C'tun was saying, "He's always that shade! I'll admit it's unusual, but that's beside the point!" "And I'm saying he's far too grey," B'rax shot back, "I know you take very good care of him, and for that I'm proud of you. But he's too grey!" "We're only here so that Asurath and Oria can solve this argument before it spirals out of control," C'tun growled, his voice shivering from barely-repressed fury. B'rax wisely closed his mouth. He knew that C'tun was only holding himself in because he was his uncle, a relative. And, to tell the truth, higher ranked than he was. Breathing hard in an attempt to calm himself, C'tun turned to the hatching sands, only to find them empty. "Oh no," he gasped, his anger turning instantly into dread. B'rax didn't stop with that simple phrase. He swore colourfully and inventively, then called out to Gamath, who popped out of between a moment later. He gave them a scare, though, emerging within the cavern, with barely enough wingroom to land. "Weyrwoman," C'tun called as Gometh scampered into the Sands, having followed the pair to see why they were arguing. « Last Edit: Jul 7, 2009, 6:33pm by cruurtun » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged C'tun of blue Gometh B'rax of bronze Gamath B'ram of brown Ganth binker Adolescent Mavrosite [M:19] member is offline Joined: Apr 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 124 Re: A Misplaced Clutching « Reply #2 on Jul 7, 2009, 4:16pm » Drills were over with, there was no duties for Exionth to worry about, and he was, as always, estatic to see his egg-heavy mate. She would clutch soon, and he was anticipating the time when he could see their clutch, even though it would be trapped on that odd platform. He wasn't too sure about all of that, but there wasn't anything else they could do, was there? He stuck his head in to the hatching caverns, warbling a greeting before he paused. What was Gamath doing here? If he was sweet-talking Asurath, Exionth would not be pleased- Wait, where was Asurath? He looked a bit comical, head swinging this way and that in an attempt to spot the queen, as if she could hide herself in any corner of the area. Only when he was sure she was not there did he start to immediately worry, enough that he contacted Oria. Where is Asurath? There was a tinge of his concern in the question, and he was soon trying to contact Asurath as well. Asurath? Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged WeyrSparrow Administrator [M:0][M:0] member is offline Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 569 Re: A Misplaced Clutching « Reply #3 on Jul 7, 2009, 4:17pm » {{Cruurtun, Gometh is currently too young to go between or fly - he's around three months old right now and they won't be able to learn until they're around eight months old. He would have been able to climb up through the weyr caverns to the hatching cave with C'tun and B'rax, though it's a long trek.}} Oria, who had been camped out in the hatching cavern for the better part of the afternoon, alternating between her records and calling out to Asurath with increasing irritation - started and looked up when a large bronze flashed out from between. "Weyrwoman." she heard C'tun call, and her eyes turned to the two men who had just entered. Oh dear. Company. She hadn't mentioned Asurath's disappearance to anyone just yet - not because it didn't concern her, but rather because, for any rider and perhaps a queenrider in particular, having to ask others if they'd happened to catch a glimpse of one's dragon because one had been so careless as to lose it was not something to be undertaken...lightly. However, in this case, she would soon have little choice. Asurath wasn't responding, and not knowing where the gold was - even if it were only for the space of a few hours - was unacceptable. Rising to her feet, Oria made her way over to B'rax and his nephew. But just as she was about to address them, she caught a glimpse of motion out of the corner of her eye. She turned, to see Exionth. Where is Asurath? The sound of another dragon's voice in her mind was as odd a sensation as ever. Moroth had seldom spoken to her, even though she and M'ton had been close. Exionth was probably worried, and a fretting bronze was the last thing they needed right now... "Asurath is all right, if you're wondering," she said aloud, as much for B'rax and C'tun's benefit as for the bronze's - for they too must have noticed the queen's absence upon entering, she thought, and there was no good in pretending otherwise when the lack of a broody gold was quite glaringly obvious. "She's taken off for a bit, but she's not far away, and she assures me she's fine. C'tun, is there something I can help you with?" Meanwhile, curled on warm stone somewhere surprisingly close by, Asurath lifted her head as she caught her mate's call. Exionth, I need to you to bring me sand, she sent back imperiously, after a long and thoughtful pause. Plenty of it. My eggs will be here very soon and I would rather not lay them on hard stone, even if it is nice and warm here. « Last Edit: Jul 7, 2009, 5:40pm by WeyrSparrow » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Plotting Page cruurtun Adolescent Mavrosite [M:0] member is offline Joined: Apr 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 145 Re: A Misplaced Clutching « Reply #4 on Jul 7, 2009, 6:39pm » Gometh happened to catch Asurath's words, and he was able to pinpoint her location. Mine! Asurath is not far! he exclaimed, startling His. They had already been to that location a few times, mainly with B'rax and Gamath, in order to enjoy the sun. C'tun swore under his breath. "I am sorry to disturb you, Weyrwoman," he said, "But B'rax and I were arguing over Gometh's current state of health. We were thinking of asking your opinion. And that of Asurath." I am healthy, am I not? Gometh said to the Weyrwoman, surprising C'tun at how outgoing he was being. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged C'tun of blue Gometh B'rax of bronze Gamath B'ram of brown Ganth binker Adolescent Mavrosite [M:19] member is offline Joined: Apr 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 124 Re: A Misplaced Clutching « Reply #5 on Jul 7, 2009, 7:18pm » Exionth, as ever, was eager to please. I will get you plenty of sand so you and the eggs will be comfortable. He was quick to promise, but then he paused. How was he supposed to bring her sand? MINE! From their weyr, muffled curses could be heard as D'ze was rudely awoken by his dragon. He sat up with a grimace, searching for the bronze he was going to throttle as Exionth spoke again. Mine, we need bags! Hurry! Asurath needs sand! ...Wait, sand? D'ze would have questioned further, but Exionth had sounded so frantic, he decided it was best to just abide by his wishes. Thankfully, sacks were easy enough to find for the Weyrleader, and he was soon carrying armfuls down to the beach were Exionth was waiting. We need to fill them with sand, Mine! Of course they did. D'ze dropped the sacks with a glare, sore and wishing for nothing more than his bed. "I didn't bring a shovel, Exionth!" Huh, that was a problem. Exionth eyed his rider grumpily, tailtips flicking as he thought. Hold the bag open. I will fill them. D'ze snorted, but went along with it, holding a empty sack in front of him. Exionth carefully dug a trench with a front foot, scooping the sand towards the bag- and D'ze. Messy, but effective. Soon enough, Exionth was loaded up with as many sacks of sand as he could carry, along with a very grumpy, very sandy D'ze. Where are you, Asurath? I have your sand! Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged WeyrSparrow Administrator [M:0][M:0] member is offline Joined: Feb 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 569 Re: A Misplaced Clutching « Reply #6 on Jul 13, 2009, 1:05pm » Apologies for the lateness, everyone. >_< My muse has not been cooperating for the past few weeks, but it's back now and I'll do my best to get us back on track for the hatching on Saturday. Clutching and egg touching will be posted shortly! Minor note - Oria is not a Hears All Dragons, so dragons other than Asurath are very unlikely to address her directly unless a situation is very, very dire and they have no other choice - Exionth, being her weyrmate's dragon, may be slightly more likely to do so. Also, Cruurtun, it is veering a little close to god-modding to have Gometh locate Asurath, since her location is determined by her player alone. Please be more careful about that in the future. "Gometh looks healthy to me," said Oria, after examining the dragonet with a critical eye. "He's still a bit young to be traipsing up and and down through the caverns, though. C'tun, perhaps you should keep to the weyrling barracks in your free hours. It's a long way for him to have walked from there." I am in Mount Chariath, sent Asurath, and with the words she sent an image to her mate's mind: that of a dark cleft in the mountainside, about halfway up, around which last sevenday's melting snow still lingered. It was obscure, accessible only by wing, and not by foot. Inside, she sent, it is quite warm. I have had my eye on it for some time. It is the perfect place for my - for our clutch. Come! And then, as if on second thought, she addressed her rider and the other dragons too: You may come attend me. I am in Mount Chariath. Bring sand. "Mount Chariath?!" Oria repeated faintly. Then she remembered the others, and regained her composure. Asurath, get back here. Now. You are not going to - I can't fly anymore. You flew there. Barely. I'm too tired now. And I won't come back. This place is perfect. It's heated like the hatching cavern back at Tidewalk. It's better. It's bigger. I like it very much. Oria sighed. "Asurath is in Mount Chariath," she announced finally. "I'm going to head over to see this cavern of hers. B'rax, would you and Gamath mind giving me a lift?" Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Plotting Page cruurtun Adolescent Mavrosite [M:0] member is offline Joined: Apr 2009 Gender: Male Posts: 145 Re: A Misplaced Clutching « Reply #7 on Jul 13, 2009, 6:54pm » C'tun placed a hand against his forehead, "Sorry, Weyrwoman, but I need to explore the area. Besides, Gometh only followed us up here because he was curious. Normally he just follows my progress in my mind." B'rax sighed in exasperation, "Very well. I will leave it be." When the Weyrwoman asked for a ride, B'rax chuckled, "Of course. Just let us get outside, first." Those last words were a tact reprimand to his dragon. 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