Wishful thinking... (Cainith)

[Ivy]

Darkness crept over the Weyr slowly but surely until the only lights present came from glows. With the darkness came quiet - not silence however, as the wherhandlers and their beasts roamed the Weyr during the night. Dragons could be heard breathing heavily on their respective ledges, slumber stealing them away for the evening.

It was during this time that Ivy stole away from the barracks - again. From the dark bags forming under her eyes it seemed this sneaking off into the night had become a regular thing for the eldest female Candidate. Usually she would have headed to check on Cainith and Cainsk, as they no doubt would just be waking and starting their 'day'. Tonight she had other plans though, as her route took her away from the Barracks and towards the Hatching Grounds.

Holding a glow in one hand she shielded most of its light with the other, not wanting anyone out and about at this hour to see who she was. She had no ill intentions of course, but she wanted to see the eggs without the other Candidates crowding around. Slipping into the entrance she headed for the Stands, not foolish enough to step on the Sands themselves with Nitrath sleeping there. She knew how protective the Gold was of her clutch and in no way wanted to invite the Gold's wrath upon her. So she climbed higher into the Stands until she was around the middle and then sat down, staring down at the eggs nestled on the Sands. True she couldn't make them out very well from where she sat in the dark, but just being in the same area as them was enough for her right now.

Idly she wondered to herself how long it would be until they were called to the hatching, and if perhaps this truly would be her time to shine... or just another bitter disappointment.

She sat like that for well over a candlemark, letting her mind wander and wonder - what would each egg hold? A Bronze? A Gold? Surely Greens and Blues... but how many? And would any be for her? Eyes began to droop as she sat there, and soon she shifted to lay down across the bench seats - all to get more comfortable. Head turned towards the Sands she could just barely make out the eggs and the massive sleeping form of the Gold. Slowly but surely her weariness got the better of her and she nodded off to sleep in the Stands.

[Aftershock]

Cainith was on a hunt. Rollhead had begun to adapt to the nocturnal schedule Cainith was required to take as a wherling, and the fanatical blue salamandyr had left before Cainith and Cainsk had awoken to hunt down Ivy... or, to him, the Clutchmommy, since he was still convinced the redheaded Candidate carried within her the future followers of the Goddess. However, he had not found her on her bunk in the Candidate barracks where she should have been during this point of the evening, and so Cainith had slipped away from his fellow wherlings to hunt down his errant girlfriend.

Finally, after hours of hunting, Rollhead finally spotted the voluptuous female... sleeping on the seats of the Stands. "Goddess, I found Clutchmommy! She sleep near dragon clutchmommy, near hot sands!" Cainith, receiving the message, cursed to himself... the Hatching Sands? He, as well as most in the Weyr, had heard about the madness that had claimed the mind of Jr. Weyrwoman Caden, and he heard stories of what happened to those who got anywhere near the Hatching Sands without Caden's permission... and considering the time of night, he assumed Ivy had not gotten such permission.

Moving with Cainsk in tow, he snuck his way through the Weyr until he reached the opening to the Stands and Sands... luckily, no one was paying attention, so the overlarge wherling was able to slowly and carefully move through the stands. Following Rollhead's directions, who hopped off his perch and glided down to land on Cainith's head once the man had reached Ivy's supine form, Cainith looked down at Ivy, looking so peaceful as she slept, and paused, deciding what he was going to do. Finally, he decided to take the direct route and scooped the younger woman up in his huge arms, hoping she was sleeping deeply enough to not awaken and make noise to draw attention to the small group of wherling, Candidate, and wher as they snuck slowly down towards the Stands exit.