November 23, 2002
The new Weyrleader and Weyrwoman spend time on the sands with their lifemates, and their clutch.

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Serriena stands near one of the rounded eggs. They still appear so soft, not even a few days old. She doesn't touch it, so as not to break the skin which hasn't hardened. Niaryth is busy burying more of them so that the hot Ista sands will warm them.

Arisvath has hardly left the sands since the clutching, not unless he has to -- but drills do call, especially when you're the Weyrleaders lifemate. He returns, with an almost languid speed, R'hyn some distance behind him, barely cleaned up from what must have been a strenuous drilling session, by the redness of his face. Or perhaps that is just a blush.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth will not leave the eggs unattended and her thoughts reach out to comfort you with that. << Serri and I will remain on watch always when you and R'hyn are not here. >>

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath accepts that, though it does not halt his immediate response: << I do not wish to be away, regardless. They are such fine eggs, and besides, >> there's a not of wry mirth, there, << You are here. >>

Serriena is scratching on a ledger, looking at the eggs and then over to Niaryth. They seems to be sharing that silent communication that happens with the inner speech of the mind. Then finally Serri turns, looking from Niaryth to R'hyn, having been told of the presence of the two males. "Good evening R'hyn," she says, even though the evening is far long gone.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth would chooose not to be away from your company as well, her thoughts reflecting that << But you are leading your wing and I cannot ask more of you than that >> Her thoughts turn sharper and she turns her gaze towards the eggs, eyeing them with protective fondness << Arisvath what do you think they will be named? >> The naming of a dragon after all, is important.

"Serri," agrees the bron-- Weyrleader, shuffling closer towards the Weyrwoman, his hands dug into his pockets somewhat hesitantly, though that in itself is hardly unusual. "Uh, the eggs are going well?"

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath agrees - projecting an image of himself, leading the drill, quite valiant really. << They will be named what they are intended to be named. It will be right. >>

Serriena inclines her head to where Niaryth is making a nice little cozy home even better as she digs up sand around the mound. "She's been busy all day getting them warmed. I suspects soon she'll be covering her wings to protect them." Serriena eyes one egg that has a dull yellow tinge to it. "Don't suppose that's a gold do you?" It's not exactly - gold-like, since it's not towering over the rest of the eggs.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth ponders over that and then asks << What's in a name? >> She doesn't think about it too long though because her thoughts are distracted about thinking how best to protect and hide her eggs from others. << I won't let anyone else take my eggs >>

R'hyn turns his head to watch the queen, nodding. "She's a very attentive mother," he remarks, quietly, as Arisvath joins in -- immediately going back to an egg that has already been proclaimed as his favourite, a little blue one. "Uhm. Maybe, I suppose. It would be good, if it was. There's only two juniors, and I think we could use another, maybe."

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath admits, thoughtfully, << I don't know. But I think they're important. They define who he are. Would you, by any other name, be as sweet? Probably. But it's still important. >> His affirmation is clear, radiant even. << No. No one ever will. >>

"Don't forget Jesseth," Serriena says. "And yes we do seem to be at loss without Alyssa and Trinyth here to bless our weyr." Serriena gives a half-smile. "I do miss the fights we used to witness between her and T'rrent. Especially after the baby came and it turned to family bickering instead of just plain hatefulness." She pauses, "But I hope Fort is lifting Alyssa's spirits. With T'rrent gone, she was reminded too much of him here I believe."

R'hyn ohs, admitting, "I was counting Jesseth. I mean, Isyrath's not going to rise any time soon, is she? Not while Llilian's still not better, when she's still not perfectly better herself. So." He nods, quietly, without much conviction. "I used to avoid those fights," he admits. "Uh, as much as possible. I guess I wasn't in that scene, really."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth nudges your thoughts with a giddiness that indicates she finds you amusing at your flattery as well as very appealing. << I think you are sweeter than I am >> She pushes more sand on two eggs, each piling high around the base to keep it straight. << To the right a bit more over there. >> And her thoughts drift as she counts her eggs again, making sure each one is there and none have been taken.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath doesn't blush, though there's a hint of that kind of feeling within his response, and it's mirthful. << Perhaps we're as sweet as each other, >> he suggests, brightly. << The right. Of course. >> he agrees, smoothing the sand over them, carefully protecting 'his' egg, and those near it.

"Oh they could be really well done and-," Serriena admits before cutting herself off. She turns for a moment and says, "Niaryth all of them are here. I assure you, neither you or I have left the sands today." She turns back to R'hyn, "Where was I? - Oh right, Alyssa, Llilian. With Llilian laid up for possibly another few months we'll be getting on very sparsely. We've got a few pregnant greenriders who are helping but my guess is that we definitely need to hope for a gold from Niaryth." She glances outward. "Or Selynth."

Niaryth finishes her eggs and then moves around all of them. As a last resort of measurement, she spreads her wings, squatting down to guard them from those onlookers who are curious for a peek at the new eggs. She stays near the ovoids and Arisvath, letting him assume responsibility for a few of them, although she does keep an eye on all of them.

"Or Jesseth," concludes R'hyn, nodding, his fingers twitching within his pockets, so that the fabric twitches alongside them. "Though we're not horribly badly off. The wings, uh, are in good shape, I think, and there are some promising weyrlings still."

Serriena nods absently. "Well Jesseth has been rising a few turns now without any gold produced. I'm worried but not badly." She glances at Niaryth. "With Orrath there was no question there wouldn't be another weyrwoman, but now that Arisvath has caught her..." she trails off, "Well their record for producing IS rather amazing and the numbers of the eggs have increased." Serriena looks proud of that. "But then I think she flew higher this time."

Arisvath twitches his tail out towards Niaryth, though being remarkably careful not to disturb any of the eggs as he does so. "True," he agrees. "But perhaps there wasn't one needed for a while. Maybe." He laughs, uneasily. "It was only the once. And this time-- well, it's a good clutch, but I don't know. Did she? I don't remember."

"Well I have to admit," Serriena scowls slightly. "About the most I can remember besides Niaryth is when that Fort bronze manhandled me.. that and of course the night." She grins. "But other than that, I barely remember everyone around me." While Serri is talking, Niaryth's tail moves until it can drape over Arisvath's, the comfort of his touch necessary. But though her eyes seem to stare off into space, she is very aware of him, herself and all the eggs and any threat that might come to her.

"I tried to challange one of them," remembers R'hyn, flushing. "And he was twice my height. But, uh, yeah," he turns scarlet, "I remember the night, and not much more, really. I suppose it's probably better that way." Except for remembering the night, maybe.

"Twice your height?" Serriena gives you a glance over. "R'hyn unless I missed a twelve foot tall person in the weyr, I don't think he was quite that tall." She chuckles. "I bet it felt that way if you tried to back him down and he was taller than you."

R'hyn flushes, laughing uneasily. "Well, you know what I mean. He was big. And I'm not really. And--yeah. But I think you stopped us from actually fighting or anything, so that was good."

"I did?" Serriena looks confused a moment and then nods, "Oh now I remember. I did." She suddenly laughs, "Oh I'm surprised I got less than that kick from P'rin by accident. You two were ready to go at each other."

R'hyn turns his head away, looking embarrassed. "Yeah," he admits. "Not my best moment."

"I appreciate everyone who tried to save me from those men," Serriena says honestly. "I was with Niaryth and I think I may have influenced her thoughts." She looks down. "I told her to aim for Arisvath when Pseusath and Naimoth dropped back."

"Arisvath, rather than one of the Fortians," says R'hyn, nodding. "Because he was closer than any of the other Istans, so that makes sense, I suppose."

"Not that she needed much encouragement. She told me afterwards she liked both Arisvath and that other one, Arayuth." Serriena shakes her head. "I must admit, I wonder what happened to those bronzeriders that made them turn statements against Priane. Her punishment must have been severe on them."

R'hyn glances towards the two dragons, and flushes again, though it's not a long lasting one; he nods, adding, "I don't know. Perhaps they'd just had enough, and believed they might have a chance to get free of her. No one could want to have that hanging over them, surely. And maybe they thought that the council might punish them as well."

Serriena nods, agreeing with the points made by you. "I would have turned on her long before then. Niaryth and I are both too firm in our beliefs than to give in to such deception." She gives a tiny sigh. "I felt sympathy for those riders somewhere near the end and so did Niaryth." She falls silent, thinking on that. Then a little start, a shake of her head and she says, "I promised myself not to dwell on this."

"Arisvath would never have let me," murmurs R'hyn, shaking his head. "But their situations are different from ours, so we cannot judge." He gives a little half smile, nodding. "It's done with. Time to move on."

Serriena yawns a bit. She closes the ledger which had remained open so the ink could dry, snapping it shut. "Please excuse me R'hyn. It's been a long day and there are a few cots set up near here, or you are welcome to go to your weyr. I am staying in case she needs me." Serriena nods to Niaryth.

R'hyn takes a few steps back, nodding. "Of course," he murmurs quickly. "Uh, sleep well."

"Clear dreams to you R'hyn. Sleep well." Serriena heads over to the small niche normally reserved for the weyrlings. She sits down on a cot there, preparing her bedding for the night.

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