Dinnertime Clutching

It was early evening when Ysa was pulled away from her dinner before she could sit down to enjoy it to go stomping off towards the hatching grounds. Ellamariseth made sure to try to get as many participants away from their cozy weyrs and rooms and caverns, away from hot meals, to watch as /she/ laid an impressive twelve eggs! Kinseth helped, a little. Among them is a particularly shiny jeweled egg that the bronze father pays more attention to, the queen treating each egg the same (which is a very small amount of attention). All bets are already being made on what might be housed in /that/ egg, and the Weyrwoman at least left the sands in a very good mood. But only time will tell when they harden on the sands and eventually hatch.

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