'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.

Fort Weyr - Hatching Sands
The sands. The most prominent 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.

Wiyaneth lumbers onto the sands from the ground entrance, her distended belly scraping the mural on the walls as she moves through the tunnel. Hastening behind her is Elara, the Weyrwoman lifting her skirts up and walking with small hop-jumps as she follows her queen. Wiyaneth lifts her muzzle to sniff the air before she steps onto the sands with a soft rumble. It sounds half resigned, and half excited, and her eyes spin with a mixture of blue, green and hints of grey.

Galleries> Even with all the excitement flooding the Weyr, Lanzath is quiet as ever as he sweeps down from the skies through the upper opening of the grounds so he can deposit his rider, though one could easily see the blue's eyes shining a bright, luminous green. C'vez dismounts with a fond pat to his lifemate's leg and then moves to find himself a seat as Lanzath hunts down a prime viewing ledge for himself.

Elara hastens along after her queen as Wiyaneth lumbers through the deep and hot sands of the Hatching Grounds, searching for the perfect spot. She finally settles down on the sand where she can have a good view of the entrance, the snow outside and the cool breeze that occasionally drifts down the tunnel. Finally satisfied she settles to her belly, her head turned to look at her tail briefly. Then she gets to business, and lays her first egg with a soft, welcoming croon.

Fragile Threads Egg
Spires of pale yellow, just a shade creamier than the tendrils of white that wrap around the egg's equator, reach upwards from the base of the egg. Tangling this way and that, there is the suggestion of some degree of order to this pattern, most visible when standing a few feet back from the leathery egg. Here and there is a small aberration in the design, a small block of angular designs or a hint of the softest blue that deviates from the norm. The lower hemisphere of the egg is slightly darker, dappled lightly with darker threads of goldenrod and buttercream.

Galleries> Nyxie was out there playing in the snow, but here is the perfect refuge to get warm. She finds a good spot to watch the Weyrlady and her Wiyaneth. She strips over cloak off and her dripping wet gloves and scarf also before settling down to quietly watch. Hands perched under her chin and elbows on her knees.

Galleries> Heading into the galleries quickly is Jayne, looking eager as she looms over the railing for a moment to watch the first egg clutched. So caught up in her excitement, she almost fails to spy C'vez near by. Practically squeaking out happily, she makes her way to him, sliding down at his side to circle an arm around him. "There you are!"

Wiyaneth gently nudges the Fragile Threads Egg as if it were just that - fragile. Shifting some sand to partially cover the shell she carefully places her feet so she can lay another, sides heaving and another pushing rumble coming from deep within her. Elara clasps her hands and squeaks softly, speaking encouragement.

Galleries> C'vez grins aside to Jayne as she flops down next to him. "Hey, you, I figured I'd find you up here. Everything going alright? Reaches treated you right, I hope?" He asks of the woman while sneaking a peek at the first egg, while Lanzath's attentions never waiver from the first shell of his new half-sibling/niece/nephew. Gotta love dragon family trees.

Prisoner of Winter Egg
Cold, does this egg appear. Its sheer, blindingly white surface is devoid of any warmth or gentleness. The crispness of the shell is highlighted with the light in a glass-smooth shine of cerulean too pure of color to give it any feel of naturalness, while the shadows claim their hold with a gleam of indigo. In between, the whiteness of the egg is so stark it might appear nearly clear, and held within, invisible most of the time unless it is turned just so, seems to appear the pale shape of a geometric flower, its ice-colored petals all but lost save for the occasional illusion of embossment.

Wiyaneth doesn't hesitate but pushes on, laying two more eggs in rapid succession before she lays down around the clutch of four to take a short break. Elara moves to her head and gently rubs an eyeridge, the two sharing a quiet moment.

Melting Brilliance Egg
A roundish ovoid, pale but flashing in the lights of the Hatching Grounds. The hue is bright enough to haunt the eyes, but not because of any splashes of color. Rather, it's the absence that is startling. Its shell is coated with a shimmering pale tone which drifts around the surface, undulations in the coloration creating the illusion of drifts. Millions upon untold millions of tiny spots form the egg. Beneath the blinding white there are tiny veins of obsidian, and near those cracks the color of white melts into a faint and pale rainbow of hues. It is ice melting on black stone - snow has fallen too early this turn and will not last.
Nighttime Surprise Egg
Obsidian black shadows fall over this egg like night time. Brightening the darkness are patterns of six white icy branches, each meeting at a single point, forming an elaborate icy flurry to the top of this egg. To some it may remind them of a winter in childhood- being woken by a loved one with the words,"It's snowing." To others, snowflakes, larger than life made of thin strings knotted and starched to stay stiff.

After a few minutes of rest Wiyaneth rises to all fours and moves a bit of sand away with her muzzle, clearing another soft landing spot for her next egg.

Diamond-Encrusted Egg
Perfectly rounded and proportioned just so, this egg seems the work of a master jeweler with the need to flaunt his talent. Every square inch of this egg seems to be etched in the finest, nit-pickiest detail, a bit of a curve here or a perfectly smooth facet here. The entire thing is shaped and textured so that the light hits the surface and reflects, the ingrained minerals of the shell sparkling like thousands upon thousands of tiny pure-white diamonds packed tightly upon the surface.

Galleries> Leaning happily into C'vez, Jayne gives him a firm squeeze about the waist as she watches the Gold waddle about the sands, and laying her eggs. "Reaches was fine, though you've been a real jerk about not visiting me since I've got back." She says with a playful scowl. "Elara said she was going to order you to spend time with me." Amused, she grins. "I like that one." She says, pointing to the newest egg which has been recently clutched to the sands. "Real sparkly."

Wiyaneth nudges the latest egg into position with the others, sprinkling some sand on them with a flick of her muzzle. Then her flanks heave and another egg is gently deposited. Let's face it, how many ways can you say 'the gold laid an egg'?

Gentle Mountain Storm Egg
Tiny white speckles cascade over the surface of this blue shadowed 'mountain' of an egg. At closer inspection one finds the speckles are tiny lacy six pointed flakes. Does this egg remind one of winter in High Reaches or Telgar's mountain wintry cold? The flurries have started high in the mountains and the mountain passes will fill with millions of the flakes covering rocks smaller, bigger and the same size as this arctic egg.

Galleries> "It is a bright one." C'vez remarks in turn as he takes in the chilly looking clutch. "They all are a bit… shimmery looking. But, er… I meant to, I've just been busy getting plans ready for the candidates and weyrlings."

Iced Indifference Egg
More blue than its counterparts, this rounded egg is nonetheless striking. Lightning flashes across its surface in brilliant white streaks along pale blue tones. Ice crystals form in perfect lines - the nature of perfection. Or, perhaps, the perfection of nature. It is up to the looker to decide if the egg is white over blue, or blue over white, as the colors meld so perfectly together. Shadows give the deception of texture and depth as the slashes and lined markings continue around the egg's surface. It looks raised, bumpy and yet sharp.
Etched Glass Egg
From a distance the gazer would notice a few subtle patches of pastels, predominately blues and pinks, that are splotched across the surface of this medium sized egg. It is only up close that the soft leathery surface of the egg becomes remarkable, revealing light etchings of pale grey that not only delineate the lightly colored patches, but demonstrate additional patterns. This pale grey sometimes fades out entirely, giving away to the crisp white expanse of egg shell, but where it can be seen there is the suggestion of geometric lines lacing across its surface.

Wiyaneth's sides ripple with the strain as she lays another two in quick succession. She's starting to look a little tired, and has a little trouble holding her head up. Elara wrings her hands, looking worried. The gold curls around the clutch, and seems to be finished. A soft rumble of tired satisfaction drifts from her mouth.

Titanium Ice Egg
The smooth surface of this rather small egg seems to glisten with a cold metallic sheen, shimmering from pale icy-blue to hints of deep navy. Stark accents give the illusion of symmetric ridges along a set of six dagger-like points, each one seeming to have razor sharp edges along their protruding spikes. Though there is symmetry in the illusion, it is but a cold perfection that holds very little warmth and instead exudes the uncaring harshness of a glacier.
Cyrstalline Entity Egg
A soft powder blue sets the backdrop for this rather average sized egg and offsets the thin wired lines that form graceful loops and straight lines along the curved surface. Crystalline beads of ice and cerulean blue form the shape of flowers and leaves long the delicate points, while tiny indigo crystals create a circle within the middle of the overall pattern, accented by iced crystals at symmetrical points. It is both delicate and yet sturdy, dainty but still elegant. A combination of forms that combine a simple and yet complex beauty.