A Clutching!

No one likes to be woken up at the crack of dawn, especially not by a bugling Senior queen. Those in Ista that are unaware of the sociable queen's antic might have panicked at the sound, but when Ellamariseth roused enough Weyrfolk out of their beds she finally waddled her egg-heavy bulk to the hatching grounds. Azaeth, whether he wanted to be there or not with his recently wounded lifemate, was forced participate in the arrival of his new clutch. It was a tiresome spectacle where Ellamariseth paid more attention to the bleary-eyed crowd coming and going in the galleries than her eggs, but at the end nine new eggs shone bright and colorful on the Istan black sands.