That Which is Untouchable [OPEN]

[nineofswords]

B'ram is throwing a party!

Since wher eggs don't get touchings or hatching spectators, he's throwing a party on the hatching sands in honor of the new eggs, the first as his tenure as Weyrleader. At dusk - so dragons and whers can join in - tables were placed on the hatching sands laden with foodstuffs. Entertainers have been hired from Lominsa, and there is music and dancing.

As an added bit of fun, B'ram has had white, oval-shaped stones littered throughout the sands, and people are encouraged to find and paint them as a souvenir of the upcoming hatching. With the permission of the clutchmother, he's had someone sketch the designs on the eggs and placed it in a prominent spot on the table where the egg painting station is, so people may try to emulate the actual eggs themselves if they wish.

All are welcome to come and make merry!

[Dragon]

Giana of Bronze Goranask

The dusk party to celebrate the wher eggs was the perfect opportunity for Gi to get to know some more people at Semaca. It was a nice idea - wher eggs didn't get celebrated nearly enough. Dragons got all the hype, like whers weren't as good somehow. Gi obviously wasn't of the same opinion. She thought that whers were pretty great.

Coming into the Sands, Gi looked around and picked up a little egg-shaped rock that she spotted. It was pretty ... but she liked the notion of painting it! As such, she went over to the egg painting station and inspected the sketch of the current clutch that was displayed on the table there.

Renkestuous

Of course the wher eggs warranted a celebration! Ren loved the idea of a party for the wher eggs that were currently under the care of their clutchmother. He wasn't going for a wher, oh no, but he was still excited by the notion of dragonkin eggs of any kind. The clutch was a good sign! A lucky one!

Renkestuous came onto the sands as soon as he could free himself from his chores and his dreaded homework. Free for the evening, he went to inspect what sort of food was available at the party. He might not be a teenager anymore, but he still had a big appetite!

Cyan

The ex-pirate was of two minds about this clutch. On the one hand, Cyan was excited. This was what he was here for, right? But on the other hand, it seemed really fast. He had just decided to become a wherhandler and now it might already be happening. Sure, there were only five eggs, but there weren't that many wher candidates so his chances had to be pretty decent, right?

Right now, though, Cyan was all about the party. Sure, things were going quickly ... but that did mean that he was really getting a chance to start his life. Assuming he even got an egg ...

Cyan shook off his wonders and worries, walking up to the table where there were sketches of the eggs. So these were what he was going to try to get paired with, huh. He was starting to think that he had no idea what he was getting into, and he was probably right. He'd never really been around dragonkin before.

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K'mina of Garnet Gurrenth

A party! What a wonderful opportunity to get out and socialize, make merry, and maybe even show off a few of the tricks K'mina had been working on with Lagann. K'mina made his way onto the sands, wearing pants and a cloak with a flame motif on them. He was proudly shirtless, with Lagann perched in her usual spot on his head.

He scoped out the space and spotted the food table. He couldn't perform on an empty stomach, no could he? He wandered over to the spread and began fixing himself a plate of goodies to chow down on.

Quentin

Quentin had never been to a party, and typically didn't like to be in such a crowded space, but they heard other candidates talking excitedly about the spectacle and had decided to at least see what all the hubbub was about. The sands were crowed with people and loud with music, and they were unsure what they were supposed to be doing at a party.

They saw a woman, a handler by her knots, pick up a small stone and take it to a table laden with paints. That seemed like a quiet activity they could enjoy without talking. Quentin investigated the sand as they walked until they found an egg-shaped stone of their own. They picked it up and held it carefully in their hands as they went over to the paint table to decorate it.

[Windra]

Zinaida of Brown Zinsk

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Naira of Green Naath

Hnn. Zinsk was unimpressed and a little awkward at this gathering. He slid across the sands to the eggs that weren't quite eggs and gave them a sniff. Wholly unnecessary. Large jaws bit down, expecting the shells to burst with gooey richness that would dull the ache in his tummy. When the brittle surface rang hard against his fangs, Zinsk spat it out, disgruntled. Not-Eggs are hard.

"That's because they're rocks, dear," rang Zinaida as she strolled in beside him. She was dressed the part, for once, with a long flowing gown who's grays matched the hue of coal. It stood in sharp contrast to her reddish hair - burning embers struck to life with flint. "A celebration - for your babies!"

Zinsk nestled into the warming sands, chuffing. Words formed in his brain - churning, chewing.

From a table nearby, Naira perked up. "Congrats on your babies, Zinsk." Flashing a grin at the burly brown and resisting the urge to slap him on the shoulder for joy!, the greenrider was contently painting marvelous designs on a stone. Naath was not far away, staring blankly at the entertainers with a roasted wherry leg being suckled between teeth. "They're going to be beauties, for sure. I'll bet they're gonna be huge."

Zinsk continue wher lineage. Make strong children. Not worthy of festival.

"Ahh, but humans celebrate it. We call it 'a baby shower'."