Sylvan Weyr

[Carni]

A sevenday had passed since the Gather, a sevenday since three young people had possibly sealed their fate, three young people who were about to say farewell to the day and hello to the night. Three young people who probably had no idea about the little creature their individual purchase held. They might have had chosen to warm their eggs in their individual, private places but maybe the currently unoccupied hatching sands were also a good choice and also a place where they all three could meet up at.

Whichever path they had chosen, a sevenday had passed and the old lady had promised that their eggs would hatch sometime during the coming days, the shells being not just hard but also feeling pretty dry by now, nearing the day they would crack open and reveal their inner self to the world. Still, the Whers might have died within their shells or they might hatch and just run off into the wilderness without bothering to impress, their marks being completely wasted... but there was a slim chance... and that was better than nothing.

The sun had already left the clear sky, stars glittering high above the earth, the moon shining brightly when it happened...

An egg twitched.

A humm rose.

A crack appeared.

Another voice joined the humm, deeper, rumbling, echoing through the Weyr.

The third egg fell to its side.

It had begun...



((You may choose either the hatching sands for your eggs to be at or whichever place you prefer as long as it has a pot with heated sand in it. Post swiftly so I can hatch your baby
If you have chosen the hatching sands, a well know red dragon might have come to visit silently every once in a while, taking a glance at the eggs but never coming nearer.))

[Yara]

It had been a sevenday since Asthore had gone to the Gather and made the purchase that would definitely change his life. He was tired from working with the old woman who had made his purchase from, but he liked her company and it was interesting seeing all the animals she had. Some animals were fun to be around, while the falcons still scared the boy and he took great care in cleaning their cages and staying out of their way whenever they weren't in their cage. He had settled into a routine now after almost a sevenday of working so hard, it was exhausting, but it felt good.

He would get up each morning and do his candidate chores quickly before heading out to the old woman's home. He would eat a quick meal on the way and usually spend most of his day and into the evening working on caring for the pets and doing any jobs she asked of him. He would return to his room long enough to change before heading to the Hatching Cavern where he would find his egg and his mother watching curiously. He had seen the large crimson dragon around a lot, but he had left her alone much as she had left his egg and himself alone.

Asthore did feel a bit lonely when he sat beside the egg and told it of how his day had gone and what was currently going on outside, but he believed that the little wher inside was listening to him and did hear what he said. He would gently stroke the shell and sometimes even softly sing to it, he didn't care if he looked like a complete dimglow for spending his nights next to the egg and his mornings quickly moving about so he could repay his debt to the woman before returning to his egg. He always brought a fresh bowl of meat each day, not knowing if the night would be the night it hatched, most of the time the meat just went to an overly curious and very friendly firelizard, but tonight he wondered if it would be different.

Even before he stepped onto the hot sand he could hear humming. He blinked and looked around, he saw something twitch out of the corner of his eye and he turned his head to look. He saw his egg sitting on the mound he had made for it, but nothing seemed different. He walked over to the egg and glanced at it. "Egg? Is everything alright?" He knew it was foolish of himself to talk to the egg, but his parents said that talking to dragons eggs when they were allowed to touch them was always good, so why not a wher egg? He stared at the egg concerned. The humming grew louder and somehow he felt giddy and excited for something. What was going on?

[Eyota]

The Hatching Sands seemed different here, especially since there was no dragon eggs upon the Sands. However, Iviate knew that he had been keeping the wher egg he had purchased within the Sands. It seemed like the logical place to keep it.... and it hade meant he hadn't had to go through the trouble of keeping a pot heated up for it. And since he was fairly lazy at times, it suited him just fine. He had seen the odd Crimson hovering around the Sands a few times but she always seemed to disappear back to where she had come from. The dragoness could just be curious for all he knew.... or she could be guarding "her" Hatching Sands since she had been the one to clutch here last.

"Wonder if because she's a Crimson that might explain why she's hanging around them so much..." he muttered, going to go check on the egg. Something told him that it was probably a good idea, even if he just ended up turning it around again. He had caught a glimpse of the queen dragon doing so when he was much younger and Sylvan had still had its queen. "Probably not," he continued to mumble as he pulled off his boots in order to make it easier to step across the sands. "Then again, you never know," he looked across the Sands and waltzed over to where the Noon Egg was being kept. Was that humming he heard? Flitter or dragon? The Smith didn't know. Oh, well. As soon as he looked down at the medium-sized egg, he saw how the egg had a crack on it. Oh, Farnath! It looked like he had gotten here just in them. Disregarding the heat of the sands, used to the heat of the forge anyways, he bent down and regarded the egg. Just needed to wait, now..... But it already seemed like it was taking forever.

[Morgan]

Tirza was in a major snit about the whole Gather. At first, she gave her daughter the silent treatment as well as her husband, but she decided that Tirean was much less responsible for the whole affair than her father was. She simply ignored the man while she was doing her job in the kitchens, even though Ealer insisted on staying around. Tirza had no doubt that he would bolt as soon as her daughter’s wher hatched. She also had no doubt that the thing would be hideous, and wondered what would happen to her daughter once whatever came out of that egg hatched.

Tirean however refused to leave the side of the egg, and insisted on sending Bart to let her mother or father (her father was more penitent and therefore more willing to serve her) know when she was hungry. Tirza and Ealer would occasionally check on her daughter, with Ealer skittering off of the hatching sands whenever Tirza arrived. This time, however, Ealer was determined to make things right with Tirza. Before he could do that, though, all of his fair and Bart started humming. The sound seemed to tip Tirza over the edge.

“You selfish, inconsiderate son of a bitch!” she cried, her voice carrying more than a hint of hysteria. “First, you knock me up. Then you leave. I came here, leving my family and my friends and myfuture behind to come do drudgework for dragonriders. I had nothing. Then I had my little girl, and I was happy again. She would have a future, even though I didn’t. I barely protested when you came back and managed to get her a brown. I was even a little bit proud of her.” Her tone was a dangerous hiss now, and Ealer took a step back. “But then, you had to come back. Now you have wrecked her life. Leave now.”

Ealer’s concern for his well-being drew Luciferina to his side, and she seemed to strengthen his resolve some. “Now Tirza, this isn’t fair-“ he started. Tirza did not give him the chance. “NOW.” Tirean watched the egg moving more than it ever had before, and her parents’ yelling touched a nerve. “Quiet,” she demanded, her voice more commanding than even Tirza’s had been. “It’s hatching. Now someone bring me some meat and a knife.”

[Carni]

Slowly and carefully without making a sound, the red dragoness that had been paying them a visit every once in a while slid into the Sands, seeking a lonely place high up on a ledge above the Sands for herself to sit at, glacing down curiously. She was, of course, the source of the much deeper humming that was now echoing through the entire cavern, her voice making the fair of Ealer and Bart seem very quiet. But she was the only dragon to show up, the only to hum to the Wher Eggs. Either the other dragons of the Weyr had not awoken or they had refused to show up. Whichever the cause was, it didn't seem like the best start being welcomed into the world by nothing but a red dragoness... it had to be enough, though.

The first egg that had begun to twitch begun to sway from one side to the other, its slight twitch turning into strong yerks as if it were answering to Ashtore's call, the tiny egg soon almost dancing in its small mount of sand. Had there been more humming, one would not have heard the noises but from the inside of the egg came a hard scratching, a peeping. Then suddenly, silence.

The egg seemed to pause, to freeze in the sand, then suddenly with one last yerk, a long crack split down its side, a dark fissure running through it's smooth surface, the thin membrane keeping it together until two strong claws found their way through, dug into the membrane, the small gap widening while small pieces of shell fell to the ground. The claws twitched, flexed, then were pulled back for an eye to appear, staring out into the dim light. The Hatchling grunted, pushing itself around inside its shell before it finally split open, falling apart beginning at the weak spot caused by the claws that had pierced through.

With a surpised squeak, a Green Wherlet fell from the egg, landing on her back and kicking the air with all four feet before she rolled over to her side and stood up, still damp from her egg but now covered in sand like a sugar coating. She paused and sniffled, shifting her weight and twitching with her smallish wings before she suddenly ran off, pouncing onto something into the sands, a cracking noise easily heard by the hopefuls and the bystanders. With an happy trill, the Green returned to the remains of her egg, the butt of a crushed Trundlebug poking out between her incredibly tiny but sharp teeth, her hungry eyes staring curiously up to Ashtore.



Iviates egg seemed to take a little longer but the cracks along its shell grew quickly, a spiderweb of dark lines growing around the shell, a small piece falling off but the Membrane remained unharmed so far. A body could be seen below, moving, shifting inside the egg. Pushing and hissing at its strong prison. It could only be a few moments until the second egg hatched, until another Wher stumbled into the dim light. But it was not due to hatch just yet, taking its time while the shell surrounding it grew weaker and weaker with every second that passed...



Tireans egg looked as if it were going to take even longer, not just stopping when it fell to the side but instead slipping out of its mount of sand completely, rolling as if it would not come to an halt ever, bouncing of the uneaven ground but not having a single crack, bumping into Tirean where it came to an halt with a soft noise, something that sounded like a mixture of a cracking and a sneeze or maybe both combined. It wasn't as close to hatching as Iviates it seemed, taking even longer, completely oblivious to the fighting parents behind Tirean...

[Yara]

Asthore watched his egg as it twitched, it was almost hard to hear over the loud humming from the crimson and the humming from the firelizard's but he could hear scratching coming from the tiny egg that he had so warmly looked after for a sevenday. "Thats it, you're doing fine." He murmured to the egg as it continued to bounce and shudder as the hatchling fought for it's freedom. He wanted to help the baby get out, but he knew he had no right to do so. He shuddered in memory at his father's grim words: "A creature that cannot make it out of it's own egg is too sickly to ever live in this world." He didn't want his wher to be that way, but he also had to remind himself that the wher might not impress to him. It could go wild and leave him behind.

Finally the egg fell silent and Asthore stared at it worried before looking around helplessly at the others who gazed intently at their eggs. Was his egg not going to make it? Was the creature too weak? He wanted to help so badly for this wher. He finally turned his gaze back down at his egg sadly. Then suddenly it seemed to burst back into life and a crack appear on the surface of the hard shell and traveled down. Claws pressed through the membrane and opened the crack, as pieces fell away and an eye replaced the claws long enough to peer out before the hatchling went back to work.

A green suddenly tumbled out of the egg with a squeak and landed on her back, her limbs flailing in the air before she managed to right herself. Asthore had taken a step forward out of surprise as if to assist the baby, but he froze as he watched her. She seemed to ponder her surroundings, but suddenly she turned and ran and Asthore could only hold out his hand weakly as if to try and stop the hatchling. He watched the green pounce on something and winced as he heard a distinct crunch. Was the green hurt? Was she alright? Had she broken one of her bones already?

But with a happy trill the green came back and sat before him staring up at him curiously with her lamp like eyes. In her mouth was the crushed remains of a trundlebug and the boy couldn't help, but laugh softly at this. "Good girl, you're such a good girl." He crooned lovingly to the green as he kneeled down and slowly set down the bowl of meat. "You must be hungry right?" He asked before carefully taking out his beltknife. "I won't hurt you I promise." He quickly reassured the green as he slid his free hand around the blade of the knife and with a quick jerk cut the unprotected flesh on his hand. He winced, but removed his hand from the blade and turned it upwards and held it out to the little green. "Don't worry, I'll never hurt or leave you...I promise you." He whispered softly to the wher as he held his hand out, the blood already starting to pool in his hand from the cut.

[Morgan]

Tirza and Ealer looked at the little girl, who was suddenly more serious than any girl her age had right to be. She surprised them with the depth of her feeling, the absence of any doubt when it came to what would hatch from her egg. They stopped looking at each other, and as soon as Tirean made her request, Ealer bolted for the food. Tirza was captivated first by Dafnierth's arrival, silent and unique in that she was the only dragon there, and then by the hatching of the first wherlet, a green and not of the egg that belonged to her daughter. Tirean only had eyes for her egg, and reached out to stroke it even as it continued to tip and move. She even thought that she heard a noise inside...

((SHORT))

[Eyota]

Glancing down at the egg, he watched as more and more cracks began to appear. The cracks were rapidly mutiplying and the Smith recalled what the pet lady had told him a sevenday ago. The wher would need blood in order to bond if it hatched properly. A hand slithered down to his belt, where he drew a small knife out of its sheathe. The handle was worn and yet the beltknife's blade still shone and was sharp. It was Iviate's first perfect blade that he had made back when he was still an apprentice. It would serve the purpose he needed it for right now. Iviate made a small cut right above the main vein in his wrist. A few drops of blood immediately rose to the surface. Perfect. "Just need to wait, now," he mumbled, listening to the humming in the Hatching Sands.

A small piece fell off the egg and Iviate's excitement increased. A body was visible to his eyes and the man had to contain a grin. So the egg wasn't a dud after all! It was a good start. Now all that needed to happen was for the shell to break and hopefully the wher would be lured in by the scent of blood. "Come on," he encouraged it, "Surely you don't want to stay in there all night." A soft snicker came from the man. "If you stayed in there all night, I'd probably just go and sleep right here on the Sands. And if that Crimson's hanging around, she'll find us both in the morning." The image in his head was amusing and he had to refrain from laughing any louder.

[Carni]

The Green quickly gobbled down the last remains of the trundlebug and licked her lips with both eyes half closed as he praised her. A purr rose from her throat and with another squeal of surpise the Green stared down at herself, wondering where the strange noise had come from. She paused when he sat down the bowl in front of her and had been about to pounce into it with all four feet when another, even more delecious smell caught her attention. She froze, closing her eyes, nostrils flaring as she sucked in the scent. Blood. Fresh blood, even fresher than the meat in the bole. Yes, that scent of the boy in front of her but better. Warmer... With a croon that sounded almost drugged, she stumbled closer to Asthore, her wings shivering in delight when she pushed her nose into his hand, half inhaling, half licking up the blood that poured from the small cut. Several seconds, she hung there, pressed against his hand before she rose her head again, blood smeared all across her snout, but looking as if she were grinning... if she knew how. There simply was something in her posture that displayed happiness. And whilst she, Asthosk, had not yet announced her name to her handler, he could feel a pull to his stomach, sense her hunger through the bond they had formed. And the day would come that she told him her name, soon enough she would just purr it into his mind... ...but until then, they could eat something, yes?

Green Asthosk
Bloodline: Mining
Egg: The Sunrise Egg
Bond: medium-strong
Color-code: 229900
Appearance: A very plain Green, this Wher seems to be at first sight. Her hide bears merely two shades of green, one being dark and true green and the other being a light, lemon-y green. Her belly and throat, the undersides of her feet and her wings, even her headknobs being dark while the rest of herself is covered in the lighter tone. Her wings are tiny, almost ridiciously so, making it impossible for even a lightweight such as hers to glide even the smallest distance. She is a true Wher, an ugly, strong creature that will carry even the heaviest rider without troubles, her sturdy tail barely long enough to balance her weight, her body holding just enough grace to make her look certainly female and nothing but.
Personality: Tomboy, Daring, Loyal

From Tireans egg came another noise, this time sounding all too much like a growl, a powerful vibration running through the egg under the girls hand that had begun to move again, a piece of shell being kicked off quickly for a paw to poke through, flailing and kicking and the empty air...

The brown hissed, one leg outside his egg and the rest of himself inside it, talons slashing helplessly while he tried to free himself out of his miserable situation. Another growl ran through the egg, a crack appearing just next to the leg that was poking out of the egg, widening at rapid speed while the hatchling begun to tear its prison apart. But it wasn't the cracked area that broke first, instead one of the sides split open, a wing poking out, flapping around, the wingmembrane coming dangerously close to tearing itself on the sharp edges of the broken shell. The winged, legged egg paused, the hatchling inside huffing and puffing with frustration, having even less room to move now, caught in an half broken shell. This was so not going to stop him! With a tiny roar and one last heave the brown crashed through the shell, stumbling a few steps to the side before he spun around and ran back to the remains of his shell, trampling them, kicking them, clawing them, biting into the pieces and throwing them around until he was panting heavily but statisfied with his destruction. Only then did he pause, his murderous glare slowly sliding up from Tireans knee to her face, nose still agressively wrinkled, salvia fallinging from his chin...



Iviate's egg, now even outdone by the tiny brown of Tirean, hatched soon after but with much less noise and pomp, just falling apart as if someone had pulled the last sewing, the hatchling laying on its back and staring up at the human towering over him with slight bewilderment.

The blue chirped a question, rolling to his side and straightened himself up quickly. He glanced down at himself as if he were running a checklist, pausing when he came to his growling belly and barking back at it before he stretched himself and stood with a slight shudder. Head slightly bend to one side he looked at the human itself and without further ado, he pranced up to him, tongue slipping over the neat cut, licking the blood from the wound before it could fall to the hot sand below. He hummed happily, wasting no time with explanations but simply sitting down in front of the human of his choice and opening his maw wide. 'Food in here!', his gesture said clearly. Maybe after that gaping hole in his middle was filled, he would tell the human his name but the most important thing was already done, the bond between them formed, Iviate sharing his growing hunger now...

Blue Ivisk
Bloodline: Mining
Egg: The Noon Egg
Bond: weak-medium
Color-code: 336699
Appearance: This Blue Wher could be called stunning if judged by his markings alone, two tones of blue trailing over his body in freckles and waves. One blue being almost teal in cover, coating the majority of his body, fading and dancing around the second, icey blue, trailing over the outer parts of his wings, splotching his tail and face. Only to loose the battle of colors against the ice, overwhelmed and defeated on his nose, his lower legs and the rim of his wings, even frozen on the tip of his tail, glowing, dancing with a glossy sheen that is seen rarely enough of any blue dragonkin. But even tho the deadly dance of the two colors can be quite appealing to the eye, the rest of this Blue's body is not. He is a brute with a squarish head and a broad chest, with a heavy jaw and short legs. He is bulky even when compared to some browns and bronzes and seems smaller than he is due to his stocky build. He certainly isn't the most agile blue Pern has seen and his wings are quite large for a Wher of his bloodline, letting some people guess there might be a wild Wher involved somewhere in his heritage.
Personality: Friendly, Calming, Witty

[Morgan]

Tirean ignored the green and the boy- almost a young man, really, that she bonded to. She also ignored the crimson dragon that was sitting on the ledge above them, humming and watching the whole thing. She managed to spare only a cursory glance at the humongous quantity of food that Ealer had just placed beside her and the knife dropped hesitantly on the sands. She could not ignore the rolling, staking, cracking din that her egg was making. She also could not ignore the brown that was emerging. She could, though, ignore the blue that had hatched ans was already Impressing. She worried a bit as the brown's egg seemed close to tearing, and a small whimper from her mother reminded her of what she had to do. She picked up a knife and made a cut on her palm. She clutched her hand into a fist, ready for the wher that emerged. When Tirza saw it, she let out a gasp. Ealer had to keep himself from moving forward. Tirean inhaled through her nose and offered the wher her blood, trying her hardest to disregard the dangerous gaze she faced.

[Carni]

Unlike both of his siblings, the small brown was not immediately drawn to the scent of blood. His nose twitched, his nostrils grew slightly wider but he did not move forward to lick from the hand Tirean was offering him. There was a more imminent Threat he had to deal with first...

Ducked low like a predator sneaking up to his prey, his belly almost touching the warm sand, he pranced around Tirean to glare at her parents, his twitching tail hinting towards what he had in mind, suddenly bouncing forward, his wings spread wide, his maw opened so wide it looked like he had dislocated it. An imperiously roar rose from him throat... or at least a wannabe-roar, his claws kneeding the sand as he stared at the two humans before him, looking as if he were to attack him any second. He glared a little longer, just to make sure his message got across before he shut his maw with a slight clapping noise, turning away in a huff. Back to more important things! Head held high, he strode back to Tirean, almost carefully licking the wound she had made for him and sealing the bond that had already begun to form between them. "Tsk.", he made while curling his stubby tail around Tireans ankle, leaning against her while he sat down. 'Mine!', his gesture said and another glance at her parents showed how little he thought of them - or at least the male one in particular.

Brown Tsk
Bloodline: Mining
Egg: The Sunset Egg
Bond: weak
Color-code: AA4400
Appearance: Striped like a warrior, ready to war, covered in lines of orangey and redish brown is the hide of this Wher. Even the outer rim of his small wings are tipped into the color of a falling sun, the undersides of his feet looking as if he walked through rusted iron. He is still only just a brown even tho a large one at that. He is slender if you can even use that word for a Mining Wher, his small wings carrying him in a good glide further than expected. Even his head is rather graceful, lacking the bruteish look of some other Whers. One might even call him beautiful, but his beauty is strange, alienlike and not as flawless as that of a fully grown dragon. Looking at him will always remind the watchers of what Whers could have been... ...if they were dragons...
Personality: Domineering, Demanding, Protective

((Keep in mind that the bonds of your Wher may grow deeper or weaker while the time passes and their names might change accordingly, especially in the case of Tirean who certainly needs to grow up a little before I can have you deepen the bond ))

[Yara]

She seemed to enjoy his praise, but halfway through a purr she squealed and looked at herself. He glanced at her to make sure she was alright, she didn't seem to be hurt at all and finally her large eyes seemed to settle on the bowl of meat he set down. He was slightly relieved she didn't notice the knife, he didn't want to frighten or scare her away when she had only just hatched. She seemed oblivious to the knife until she smelled his blood.

He had put his knife away by the time she had turned her attention towards the source of the smell. Her nostrils flared to take in the entire scent. Her croon reminded him of someone who was on different medicines for wounds they received. She stumbled towards him with her wings shivering and shifting. She buried her face in his hand, nuzzling her muzzle into the wound. He flinched a little from the harsh treatment on his wound before shivering and laughing a little as her tongue flicked across the wound and she lapped up the blood happily. She seemed in bliss and soon he could feel this bliss too, it made him feel lightheaded, or maybe that was the amount of blood he had spilled for his wher. Oh well, he still was proud of her.

She made a few noises every now and then and once even sneezed when she enhaled too much of his blood into her nose. She looked up at him and he smiled a little reaching out to gently stroke her head as he did so. Her posture screamed happiness, but it would take a fool not to know this. He felt a tug in his stomach and a phantom hunger his wher was feeling. "Good girl." He murmured as she rubbed her head against him. He picked up the bowl with his good hand and moved it between them. The moment she saw the food she tackled him causing both of them to fall backwards. He laughed as the green poked around trying to find where the food had gone. She nibbled at his sleeves trying to find out if it was edible or not. He finally managed to pull a piece of meat out of the bowl he had brought and wiggled it infront of her. She just barely missed eating some of his fingers as he moved his fingers out of the way the moment her head lunged forward for the tasty smelling food. "Gentle." He told the wher letting her lick the meat's blood of his fingers. "Gentle dear." He said again softly. He shifted and managed to get the bowl out from under them and started to feed her though she would occasionally lunge for the meat whenever she grew impatient for it.

Finally she backed off of him when the food was gone and her belly was satisfyingly full. He set the bowl down, and she noticed it again. She pounced on it and squealed as she rolled right over it. She laid on her stomach, her back legs splayed behind her while her front paw pinned the bowl down as she chewed on it before tossing it up into the air. The bowl unfortunately came down and hit her square in the face and she squeaked, jumping to her feet and shaking off the pain. She glanced at the bowl in question and circled it a few times to see if it was a threat to her before walking over to her handler and laying her head in his lap while looking up at him.

Asthore smiled softly as he watched his green play with the bowl. Many would've seen the wher as repulsive and ugly, but there was something about the green that he thought was beautiful. She certainly wasn't very graceful, but there was something sweet about how she acted and that made the boy love her even more. Finally the green settled as her fun turned into something more bothersome from the pain it caused. She gazed up at him and he smiled. He gently stroking her head and ran his fingers over her dark green headknobs. "Good girl." He murmured again. He had torn off part of his shirt to make a makeshift bandage for his hand so his wher wouldn't continually be drawn to the smell and try and figure out what it was.

Asthosk. The green purred with a croon. He hadn't expected her to speak and was surprised when she said something. "Asthosk?" He asked softly and the green raised her head burbling. He grinned and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "I love you Asthosk." He said as she shook her head from the wet spot he left. He smiled as she butted him in the chest and stood, her stubby tail swishing behind her. Her brothers had hatched and she wanted to go see the blue one! She bounded towards the blue, occasionally pouncing on a stray eggshell fragment she hadn't seen. Asthore followed and grinned when he saw who the blue had impressed. It was the man who had tried to help him receive a wher egg.

Asthore managed to keep his green from going anywhere near the aggressive brown, but she still seemed rather bold and in need to go meet her other brother at least. She bugled to the blue before sitting her butt down near him. Asthore followed and grinned to Iviate a little before realizing how much of an idiot he looked like and glanced down. "Congrats." He said softly to Iviate, looking at the blue he had and smiling a little.

[Morgan]

Finally the brown was completely free, and Tirean could only stare at him. He was much more elegant than the green and especially the blue, even if he still was a big brute of a thing. Tirean loved him, though, and that was what mattered, right? He did not bond right away, as the other had, though. Instead, he decided to charge Tirza and Ealer. Tirean tried to call him back, but it was not truely necessary. The wher was so small (even if he was big enough to do damage) and so immature and young that all he did was posture before returning to her. He then licked up a little blood on her palm. When he was done, he turned his baleful gaze to Tirza and Ealer again, while curled around Tirean's legs. Tirean reached out to stroke his blocky head.

Tsk, he said to her. That was all he could or would say, but he said a lot more with his body language. He was leaning heavily against her leg, with his tail curled around one of her ankles. He was glaring at her parents. He didn't like them much, it seemed. She wondered how he would react to meeting Bart. So far, he had been kept away by Luciferina and her own willpower. She wanted to wait until the wher was well-fed to introduce the two, though. She did not want Bart to be seen as a snack. She slowly moved into a squatting position, all the while rubbing Tsk's relatively slim head.

"I bet you are hungry, Tsk," she said, nudging the bowl towards him. Tsk butted her hand eagerly and looked from her to the bowl of food. Tirean obligingly fed him one chunk of meat, and then another. Tsk avoided snapping down on the meat too hard, instead taking it from her almost delicately, as if worried he would hurt her if he took it like he had never eaten before (he hadn't). Tirean stroked one of his eyeridges and he looked at her. She obligingly fed him more meat. She had almost forgotten about her parents. "You can leave now. I am perfectly capable of taking care of Tsk myself, you know."

Tirza and Ealer seemed perfectly fine with scuttling out and continuing their quarrel elsewhere. Once she was satisfied that Tsk was full, Tirean summoned Bart to her. Tsk jumped back a little when he appeared from between, but regained his composure and looked back at Tirean, his questioning noise coming out as a high-pitched chirrup. "Tsk, this is Slartibartfast. Bart, this is Tsk. I am taking care of both of you, so you have to be friends." Speaking of friends...

Tsk had already looked at the empty bowl of meatscraps with disdain before starting over to where the other new wherhandlers were, seeming to enjoy the crunch of eggshels underfoot. In fact, he seemed to be stepping on as many in his path as possible on purpose. When they reached the green and the blue, Tsk curled up around Tirean's ankle again. "I would like to gongratulate the both of you on Impression," Tirean said. "I am Tirean, this is Bart, and the wher I Impressed is called Tsk."