Fort Weyr - Hatching Sands
The sands. The most prominant and possibly most important area for a weyr, this section of Fort is no exception to the rule. Completely enclosed from the outside elements by a high rounded ceiling, the golden white sand glitters under the streams of sunlight that manage to make their way in from the upper openings. Ledges abound in the upper areas of the dome, perfect for riders and their dragons to watch the action happening on the ground. At the back of the sands there appears to be a raised section of sand, built over generations by the golds who have laid clutches here, a couch of sorts for basking on while protecting their eggs. Slightly to one side of that, a small nook has been carved for the weyrwoman to take respite from the heat of the cavern.

In Fort, it's barely even breakfast time when Rhenesath alerts Thys that she's ready. At her rider's request she also contacts Loxiath, all the way over in Half Moon Bay - « Our eggs come. Mine requests you and yours to come greet them. » By the time Thys makes it to the Sands, Rhenesath is already there, wuffling a greeting to Kouzevelth and picking out just the right spot for her own little brood to be laid in. That requires much attention to be paid, and Thys tries to help as quietly as she can, in case there's a sleeping Inri nearby. "How about here, Rhen? Then you're not too close…" The egg-heavy gold rumbles, scratching in the sand with her forepaw to dig out a hollow - a little nest for her soon-to-appear brood.

At least V'ric has had time to prepare for /this/ leg of the experience. As eager as he was to get /out/ of Fort again after that flight, he at least has managed to pack some things this go around. After all, it's not like Loxiath will be going anywhere until those eggs hatch. He helped make them! The brown is first onto the sands though, hurry-shuffling his way…although there's a pause. It's not often that there are /other/ eggs already there, and the foreign brown stops long enough to softly rumble an announcement of his presence. Just in case. He does endeavor to stay out of the way, though. Egg laying is certainly not /his/ thing. But there's a croon for Rhenesath nonetheless. Support! He has it. V'ric isn't far off in coming though, one hand ruffling through his hair as he treks into the hot cavern. Jacket? That's shed immediately, because..gross. It's hot. The Half Moon Bay rider tilts his head just a little though, watching as the gold picks out her spot. "Getting started?" Soft, if a little gruff words, but it's all V'ric offers.

Rhenesath is pleased to see Loxiath, and welcomes him into her space with a warm croon and a bump of her muzzle against his, when he's close enough. She even invites him to help her prepare the sand - « Like this. It must be like this. » The hollow has banked up sides in the image she shares, and she's working very carefully to get it just right. "V'ric! Thank you for coming!" Thys rushes to take the brownrider's jacket if he'll let her, then stands by him to watch Rhenesath. "It must have been so early for you in Half Moon! Or… late? Timezones confuse me, sometimes. But thank you for coming! Can I get you anything?" Before she's finished fussing, Rhenesath's motherly clucking turns a little sharper, and she moves into position to start the process of laying her first egg into its lovingly-prepared first home.

Digging? Loxiath can /do/ that. There's a melodic bit of humming for the whole process, before scoops are taken out with his forepaws. Hole! V'ric looks…well, a little surprised, but doesn't argue about keeping hold of his jacket. He simply lets it go with a somewhat startled look at Thys, before letting a breath out. "I was awake." Whatever time it was, anyway. The man is…not big on words, it seems, for it takes him quite a while to actually respond to the rest while he watches the dragons move about. "I'm fine." He's not helpful in the conversation department, but he does scratch at the stubble on his jaw for a bit before speaking up again, glancing in the goldrider's direction. "There's a room to stay in?" Camping on the sands at /all/ hours wouldn't be very pleasant.

"Absolutely, I'll arrange it for you." Thys is distracted though as she hurries to her lifemate's side, running a hand along her muzzle to soothe her as they both watch the first egg's arrival - which is quickly followed by a second one. "Oh, Rhen!" The young gold is clearly proud of herself as she turns around to properly eye the first two, clucking affectionately at them and sharing all sorts of lightning-fast gleeful images with Loxiath. Look what we made! Thys looks apologetically over at V'ric, before beckoning him over to join her, if he will, to see the eggs.

V'ric is..hesitant. But he does go after a bit, leaning just slightly to at least /look/ at it. Yep. It's an egg. Were it a basketball…then the brownrider might be concerned. "She knows what she's doing." Loxiath himself looks quite proud of it all, even if he's not the one popping eggs out. There's a soft rumble each time one drops, before he pokes his head in closer to give them a little whuff. Look! Eggs.

Rhenesath certainly does know what she's doing. After a brief rest, she lays another egg, turning to give that the same amount of attention as the previous two. Thys is doing just as much cooing over the growing clutch as her lifemate is, so between her, Rhenesath and Loxiath, surely they've got enough enthusiasm to make up for V'ric's… quietness? "Three… oh, well done, well done, Rhen!" But the gold's not done yet! Her flanks ripple as a fourth egg is deposited into the nest, closely followed by one more. "Five! V'ric! Five!" So much for trying to keep quiet; Thys is practically bursting with pride as her dragon turns to watch the eggs while she lies down to rest. "They're so perfect, all of them." Rhen starts rearranging the next around them, closing it in protectively.