Ixoh's Weyr When you enter Ixoh's room, you notice that it's filled to the brim with things collected. Many volumes of books, her own diaries, and such. Clothing of all description in every color imaginable comes to your eyes. She has glass jars, filled with scented oils and pretty colored sands, goblets of glass and metal and clay, tapestries along the walls.... So many things everywhere! Among those things there is a low bed, with another beautifully woven blanket over it, also with things on top of it! One of those things happens to be Ixoh!

"Oh!" She says, pretending to be startled, though you know that she saw you come into the room. "How are you? Would you like a cup of klah or wine?" She offers both, indicating that there is more where it came from in either case. "I suppose you'd like to hear my story..." She says, smiling with a wry apperance on her beautifully shaped face. "I was born in a Hold and I have done Hold things ..." She laughs, "that's as much of THAT boring story as I'll tell you! I've much more interesting things happening to me now!" She rises, places her hand on a book. "This is my journal, I'm trying to keep it up to date so that if I ever do Impress, I'll be able to keep track of every name and event... It's already so amazing with the Weyr leader and Wing leader and the weyrlings..." She sighs. "But I suppose that my upbringing does come in handy for keeping people straight." She looks out of her room's small window, obviously being Hold born and high status there has SOME advantage here, as few others do have a window until they're in their own weyr with a dragon. "Do you have any secrets to tell me?" She says, quietly, her eyes beguiling. "I can keep them, if they're good." "And if they're bad?" You hazard to ask. "If they're very bad, I might ask for more of them!" She laughs, and refills your cup. "I'm hoping that my Impression will happen with the first clutch, I'm not much for showing patience. I HAVE to, but I don't have to like it." She smiles. "How about yourself?" She asks, "are you a Candidate?" "I hope to be," you reply. "Well, then, you should go make sure that you're on the candidates listing, shouldn't you?" She gently moves you out of her room, so she can study further. You go back to the weyrkeeper's den for more information about the Candidates.

The day of the Hatching had come, and to Ixoh's distress, there were only a handful of Candidates. She cast around Dragon Mount weyr's sands, only to find the eggs still and some were cold. It was a chilling sight, inside and out. It sobered her, and the other candidates were silent as they filed into the sands. Mutterings of "too isolated" and "wrong time of the Pass" wafted through the tall chamber, as the spectators came in as well. They were clearly aware, just as the weyrwoman Keri and her young golden Queen Aerith were keenly aware, that certain of those eggs on the sands had given up on their ever finding a lifemate, and had died. A shudder ran through Ixoh's body. What if ... NO! She shook her head and her dark hair tumbled around her face. She must not cry for what might not be. The dragons outside and within the gigantic cavern hummed loudly, but notably Aerith was not adding her voice to theirs. There were eggs still to hatch, though! There had to be living breathing dragons for the few Candidates who had been able to come! Ixoh reminded herself that she'd gone among the eggs silently now and again, while on her weyrling training. There was a sure sense within her that she would impress this day.

And while there were sobs from some members of the gallery, for the dying eggs, there were equal amounts of cheering, for the Hatching had started! Almost without realizing it, a blue and a green had hatched out, and headed toward their respective riders. Worried, how many eggs were going to be still left when the last had hatched? Would there be a hatchling who chooses someone from the stands like in some ballads? Or would they all be chosen as they were meant? Another trio of eggs hatched, and Ixoh watched the joy on one of the girls beside her as she Impressed. The clutch was growing smaller and more hatched. A sense more of relief began to grow among the attendants when the big golden egg nearest the Queen began to rock. She had not passed, this would not be a wasted egg! And Ixoh found herself walking toward the egg. Through the shells of the hatched, and past the unhatched... Those which would never rise. This one, though, it would! She would come out! "Come out," Ixoh said, softly. The three other girls around her tried to crowd her out, jostling each other, but they knew their work was wasted. This egg was drawing the purest attention from the tall girl with the curled hair. "You can come out.." At last the egg split with a tremble. From within came a smallish but pure golden-yellow head. She looked about with deep red-grey eyes. Where are my siblings? She asked, demanding loudly into everyone's heads. Ixoh was aware that her fellow candidates had heard this, but only she could respond.

They will have another time, Ixoh spoke mentally to the golden hatchling. Trying to comfort her, Ixoh went to the gold's side and hugged her neck. Though small by golden standards, this dragon hatchling was still gold and gold meant large! The dragon's eyes shifted from an angry, worried red into a blue of confident pleasure. I am Kiyath, and I choose you as my bond. The only concern for the others was if they were to Impress... But you showed me that they may be waiting between for a new life... Let me fly with you! "Oh, Kiyath..." Ixoh breathed, crying.

Kiyath and Ixoh have become quite the pair. Among the Valley of Flames wing which they are usually in, guarding the Protectorate through flying low over the land with flame thrower in hand, they are also known in the Long Wing of the Law, or the Spy wing. Ixoh's techniques are stunning, as is their technique in the sky. Kiyath and Ixoh will probably wish to fly a mating flight, some day, for Alabaster Weyrhold. Their home away from home, they live in Alabaster's beautiful carved weyrs during most of the turn, and spot themselves at other weyrs while working their Law for the Protectorate. Kiyath will never allow any of her children to be abandoned... She remembers the moment of her birth, and the longing cries of hatchlings which died because they had no proper riders to bond to. It is a great pity that she must remember this. Ixoh wishes that she could forget.

The weyrwoman of Dragon Mount Weyr disappeared from the WWW of Pern before she sent this picture. I sent numerous emails asking when the adults would be given out from her clutch, however she never responded. I have put up the only known picture of a gold adult dragon, if she comes back and objects I will gladly put up one which she deems appropriate.