Sivve & Anyuith // hatching
Sivve trudged back to the barracks from her shift in the infirmary. She had no objections to being put to work, she had, after all, been brought to Falas in the first place to be a healer, not a Candidate, but they could at least not have given her the night shift.

Sajag was waiting on her bed for her, head rested on crossed paws. His tail wagged when he saw her, messing up her carefully made bed. Sivve was too tired to mind. Shooing the big canine of the bed, Sivve flopped down and closed her eyes. She felt Sajag climb back on and settle himself across her feet before drifting off to sleep.

"Wake up! The eggs are Hatching!" Gerlana's voice broke into Sivve's sleepy mind. Sajag woofed happily; he had not the slightest idea what was going on, but he knew it was something good.

Sivve, cursing the eggs' timing, struggled into her robe and then followed after the other - much more rested - Candidates. Telatl smiled at her as he emerged from the boy's side of the barracks and she smiled back. She didn't like the idea of him trying to move over the Sands with his crutches, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

Sajag followed along happily, growling when a woman grabbed him by the ruff and held him back. "Kitchen," Sivve told him, and the canine calmly trotted off towards the kitchens where Sivve knew she would be later, hopefully with a dragon.

The eggs were rocking violently as the Candidates filed onto the Sands and the the dragons' humming was deafening. The humming stopped and Sivve looked around to see which egg had cracked. The other Candidates seemed to have found it, but Sivve couldn't seem to. A dragon's cry from somewhere in front of her distracted her from her search, and she looked up to find herself looking at a dainty little cream.

"Anyuith!" she cried and started towards the dragon, who picked her way gracefully away from the remains of her shell and then scampered up to her rider.

Why didn't you see me? Anyuith asked laying her neck against Sivve's leg as she gazed up at her rider adoringly.

I don't know, Sivve admitted. I was looking too hard, I guess.

Anyuith seemed to accept this answer and warbled happily. I'm very hungry! What is Sajag? Is that what I am supposed to eat?

Sivve chuckled. I don't think Sajag would taste very good. He's my canine. You'll like him.

Sajag was waiting for them in the kitchen. One of the women had given him a bone to occupy himself and he was busily working away at it when Sivve and Anyuith entered. At the sight of his owner, he dropped the bone and got up to investigate the newest addition to his world.

Anyuith stretched her tiny neck as far as it would go to touch her muzzle to Sajag's snuffling nose. He's furry! she exclaimed delightedly.

Sajag approved of the dragon and promptly subjected her to a proper cleaning. Anyuith giggled in her mind as the canine's tounge wiped away the sticky substance from her egg. When he had cleaned her to his satisfaction, the canine retired to his bone and Anyuith made a beeline for the food.

As soon as the cream was done eating, Sivve took her and Sajag to the weyrling barracks. Her things, miraculously, had already been moved and were waiting for her in the much more spacious barracks. Sajag lumbered over to the raised platform meant for Anyuith and curled up on it. Before Sivve could move him, Anyuith waddled over and snuggled in between the canine's body and his tail.

Sajag's tail thumped happily and Anyuith nipped it experimentally. Sajag took no notice and within a few moments canine and dragon were happily asleep.