“I told ya’, Frilonkin,” the wrestler couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Let go, you little perv, or I’ll do more than pull on your nose,” Gemtia growled, her face red in embarrassment as well as rage at where one of Frilonkin’s hands was placed. The black haired man quickly threw out his hands to the sides to show he wasn’t touching anymore. To Frilonkin she was almost as dangerous as Tranked, the only difference was that she was more than willing to let him live… with a body full of broken bones but still let him live.
“Lesson One!” Gemtia growled releasing Frilonkin, “Don’t ever look at me and think I’m easy because of how I look. Lesson two! No touching of my body like you did now, SHELL, never do that to a girl!” Frilonkin looked at her oddly and smiled after a bit.
“That shouldn’t be too hard,” he replied.
“From what I’ve heard about you, it may be,” Talcin replied.
“Ah, you’ve researched me already, I can work with that just as easily,” Frilonkin slid up to Talcin with a suggestive wink.
“Look, you wanna be in a head lock again?” Talcin replied dryly with a glare.
“Can’t say I didn’t try,” Frilonkin sighed but smiled, “Well, I’ll say this now, I’m really sorry for what I’ve done… I have a tendency to test other candidate’s reactions to me… mind if I hang around you two.” Frilonkin’s smile turned upside down quickly as the two who’d come from Turasake Hold glared at him. After a few minutes later Gemtia sighed in defeat.
“I’d rather have some other company than only Talcin,” Gemtia glared at both men now, “No funny stuff.” Talcin looked surprised and Frilonkin grinned.
That was how the friendship between the trio started, Talcin still infatuated with Gemtia, Frilonkin infatuated with both candidates, and Gemtia annoyed at them both. Some how this brought on a friendship that grew as the hatching came closer and closer… Now the The day of the hatching is here, what will come of them this dark Hallow’s Eve night?
Gemtia lay half asleep in her bed. 
Her feline, Iggy, had run a muck through Firestone Weyr and she’d had to chase the mute calico down. The little troublemaker now lay curled in a tight ball against her chest purring uproarishly in his sleep. Gently the young woman stroked the kitten. You must have had fun today. Usually you’re awake again by now, she thought to Iggy, conscience that the other women slept deeply and did not wish to wake them, even with a whisper, What am I to do with you, little one?
Iggy’s small mouth opened wide in a large yawn for such a small looking feline. The nearly adult kitten’s eyes fluttered open only to have the feline curl up into a tighter ball, hiding his face. Iggy’s purring became stronger moments later, so strong it vibrated throughout Gemtia’s body. A soft melody played in the back of her mind as she echoed her feline’s yawn. Something sounding like a trumpet blaring caused Gemtia to sit up in her bed as a few of the female candidates give a small scream at being startled by the sounds. Iggy’s head shot up as well next to her, both from the noise and the sudden movement of his owner.
“Guess not everybody was asleep, eh Iggy,” Gemtia chuckled though her mind was whirling as it connected what the nose had been when the music that had been in her head started to thrum from all around her. The hatching was starting and Iggy, being wide awake now, was mewing up a storm looking for attention from all the women in the room. Sometimes you are just like the men, think you can get any girl. Well you got something they don’t have, you got me Iggy and it’s going to take a lot for any guy to get that. she once again kept her thoughts to herself, she didn’t need the other candidates hearing what she was saying. There might be some who’d think that she cared deeply about her looks even when she was scorning men.
“Now, Iggy,” Gemtia told her feline as she jumped out of bed and quickly put on her candidate robe, “You stay in here and don’t get into any trouble. You got me?” She finished this right in Iggy’s face and he licked her nose with his rough tongue. Gemtia ruffled his ears before leaving and trying to close the door so the feline might understand her better.
Hurrying down the hall way, Gemtia found herself next running with Talcin who seemed to be fairly more awake then her. He give her a small smile of recognition and reflexively she glared back at him. The smile turned a bit sheepish and as he gave her a bit of space though closer than most men dared. Though she didn’t make friends well with men they were friends of sorts.
Gemtia looked ahead to see that their bisexual friend, Frilonkin, was just slightly ahead of them. The trio burst out onto the sands with the other candidates and spread out. She was by herself surrounded by both genders. To Gemtia’s annoyance she sensed more than saw a number of the male candidates inching closer to her. Why do they always have to look at me like I’m some object to be won… If one of them tries something, I don’t care if people are watching he’ll have a broken arm. she growled her temper growing. A slight smirk came to her lips as the candidates stayed where they’d gotten. They wouldn’t get any closer to her now.
The thrumming of dragons was getting stronger and more pleasurable than before. And soon Gemtia’s body seemed to vibrate with the energy the dragons were putting forth for the young that would hatch soon. Then the eggs started to rock visibly, some very violently. The hatching grounds grew silent, so soft that Gemtia was sure she could hear the ragged breathing of the candidate farthest from her.
A blue burst from his shell then closely followed by a green. The green too the lead however before they split up, the green impressing to a girl on the sands while the blue impress a boy from the stands. As they were impressing a brown appeared and impressed quicker than the green and blue had. Two greens appeared after them and then an agitated blue who caused a green to hatch prematurely for her likings.
To Gemtia’s surprise the green bit the blue and was saved from his wraith by her mother. Gemtia chuckled as the green chose Frilonkin as her bondmate, it wasn’t really a surprise considering his reputation. The blue impressed to a woman right after that. An egg shattered just out of her sight next and Gemtia tilted her head as Lerial chuckled at something. The next moment Lisanth bulged and Gemtia was laughing hysterically with the crowd as the golden tail of the Sr. Queen swung to her head to reveal a playful bronze, with his powerful jaw locked onto her tail.
Gemtia gasped as the queen shook her tail dislodging her first bronze son of the clutch. Fear for the hatchling wealed up in her and within moments she was relieved to see the queen catch her son in her claws and set him on the ground. Gemtia wasn’t quite ready though when she heard a voice scolding the Sr. Queen. There next to the bronze, Talcin was trying to make sure he was alright before they walked off the sands fairly quickly. He impressed bronze, she thought not quite believing it… then again he did seem to have the makings of one now that she thought of it; arrogant, athletic, a bit of a joker, and a fair bit of a womanizer.
Gemtia’s thoughts were once again pulled back to the hatching at hand. An icy blue dragon hatched reminding her of the eyes of a few people she knew. As the blue impressed a green and a brown came forward to find their chosen partners. The queen egg started to move then and Gemtia only briefly registered that a large bronze hatched next to the golden egg but she didn’t even realize a brown had hatched as well, there was only the Queen egg now.
She wasn’t one who wanted only a queen but something made her keep her eyes on the egg. Even the green that hatched didn’t catch her attention anymore. The golden oval rolled about more rapidly now then slowed and stopped fully. Gemtia with the other female candidates stared at the unmoving egg. The former Turasaken found her breath catch in her throat as the egg split neatly in half. 
In it’s place a darkly shaded gold stood.
Gemtia watched in wonderment as the little queen looked up at her mother after looking around at her surroundings with her perfect wedge shaped head. The Sr. Queen crooned at her offspring softly and nosed her, in a way saying to find the lifemate for herself. The Sr. Journeywoman Beastcrafter could not keep her eyes off the darkly shaded gold, she carried herself well, reminding the woman of her mother, one of the stewards at Turasake Hold.
Soon the young queen was in the mists of the female candidates and Gemtia found herself closer to them than she’d thought she’d been earlier. The blue and green eyes of the gold looked at each candidate in turn.
Ah, Gemtia, a voice seemed to sing in her head causing the woman to jump. Somebody was talking to her, and it had to be the gold, none of the other girl’s voices spoke with such love to her. Her body could feel it too as the queen continued on, Would you like to be a Weyrwoman, or a Junior at the least? Hopefully the answer is yes, because I am Anyath, and you are my rider. Gemtia stared at the wonderful dragon before her and slowly a smile curved upon her lips. One only Iggy really ever saw.
“Of course I’d like to be a Weyrwoman!” Gemtia replied as her mind quickly made the secret wish known to her consciousness, and she continued on without quite thinking, “As long as what you saw in my wasn’t my body” Of course not! How dare you even think that? the gold asked in a bit of outrage. The new Weyrwoman chuckled sheepishly Sorry, Anyath, it’s a standard reaction to anybody who seems to think they love me a hundredth as much as you do. You understand? The gold seemed to think for a moment as they walkd off the sand and Gemtia could almost feel the gold peeking at her memories. I understand, my rider.
Gemtia hugged the slightly small sized gold’s head, she never thought this would really happen. But then again, she was the daughter of a rider… where ever he was. Her mother had said that the man had lost his weyrmate only a few days earlier and that he’d been drunk when it happened. That was probably the reason he’d called her mother Trog that night and when they woke in the morning apologies. Oddly from that one nightstand she and her brother had been conceived. And the green rider never knew about it.
It didn’t really matter now. All she had even if she was hugely determined to find her father was that he was a green rider and that he’d called her mother by that long name. She didn’t even know what Weyr he’d come from.You may find him with me now, Gem, Anyath comforted her rider with a warble. Gemtia chuckled, the gold may be young but she was a thinker and optimistic already. Something that she really needed, Gemtia had to admit with a smile.
It was quite a bit after Gemtia first feed Anyath that F’link convinced herself and T’lcin to follow him over to a table and meet some of his friends.
“Gemtia, Talcin… er, T’lcin,” the green rider smiled, “This is one of the riders whom searched me, C’fron, and these are his friends, and hopefully mine,” here he winked at the younger man and woman across the table from him, “Cortel and Kare, white Oroth’s rider.” The young man whom F’link had indicated to be called Cortel stared at her mouth agape. Why you little…! she glared at him as the woman next to him tapped his jaw for him to close it. He quickly diverted his eyes from Gemtia and next to her T’lcin chuckled as he sat down. She could only just barely hear him state something about being careful about her. A small smirk passed her lips at his warnings.
She then took in what F’link had once told them was a green rider, the one name C’fron. A smirk was on his features but he was looking at her quizzically, as if not sure he was seeing what he thought he saw… nothing like the other male riders. He was obviously much older than her, possibly twice her age if not more. She looked at him just as questionably when Anyath decided to put forth her opinion.
I think you should talk to him, Gemtia. There’s something about him but I can’t seem to figure it out yet. I think I feel it too. Trith says that there’s something about you very familiar to her and her rider. He wants to talk with you. Gemtia gave a slight nod to the green rider who was sitting down at the table. C’fron took the hint and got up, his smirk ever so slight on his face yet he still looked at her curiously.
“You look familiar to me, C’fron,” Gemtia commented quietly as they walked away from their mutual acquaintances, “I’m not sure where but you do look a bit familiar.”
“I was thinking the same thing, Gemtia,” the green rider admitted and shifted a little seeming not totally at ease at what he was thinking, “You remind me of somebody I knew a long time ago.” Gemtia nearly asked him who but saw the sadness that dwelled in his eyes and veered away from it.
“You’re from Talor Cliff Weyr right?” Gemtia smiled changing the conversation, as C’fron nodded she continued, “Have you been to many of the holds in the Northern continent?”
“A few, mainly in the far east and over by Ista, helped search a rider there actually though I didn’t know it until later on when she impressed gold,” C’fron chuckled. The new gold rider brightened at the mention of visiting the far east.
“Maybe that’s why you look so familiar,” she replied civilly while once again schooling her features as some mean looked at her, “Have you ever been to Turasake Hold?” she asked just as the reached one of the hallways off the caverns, Anyath had followed them silently since they’d walked past her moments before. Just as C’fron was about to answer he looked ahead of them a bit surprised by started to laugh. Gemtia quickly found the cause for his laughter as she looked up on the frame of an open door where a feline sat watching things happen below it. And not just any feline it was…
“IGGY!” Gemtia shouted and the calico suddenly leapt down on a kitchen worker who was passing by with a number of trays of food. The food unfortunately found it’s way to the floor and into Iggy’s mouth. Both C’fron and Gemtia went after the cat as the drudge started cursing at the small beast for causing such a large mess. Iggy saw his owner and the green rider coming and quickly dashed off with the duo on his tail. The muted calico startled many and tripped a few as he went.
Anyath was the one who finally caught the feline as she dashed past her rider and C’fron. The little feline was the third thing that night to have it’s tail in someone’s mouth. The stunned feline was then picked up by the nap of his neck by his owner.
“I thought I told you to stay put,” Gemtia growled yet chuckled at the kitten, “Not run a muck through the Weyr again today.” The kitten mewed at her and tried to bat at her silky hair. C’fron was next to her breathing a little hard but laughing the whole way.
“And I thought some Weyrlings were trouble makers,” he smirked, “Then again I’d never met this feline now did I?”
“This rogue is called, Iggy,” she grinned showing the small adolesent feline to the green rider, “I got him from Master Helxic a turn back.” C’fron leaned against the wall at this his features all speaking of deep thought. His smirk was less visible than before but was still there as it was a permanent part of his features.
“I was at Turasake only once, but I did meet the man that night,” C’fron replied in a monotone.
“Only once?”Gemtia asked and she could feel Anyath’s attention perk at the statement as well.
“Yeah, about twenty turns back,” C’fron replied, “I was dragged along to try and get me out of a slump I’d been in since the last thread fall we faught. I got really drunk that night because of my problems.” He trailed off and only of ghost of his smirk remained, even that was hard to find though. Gemtia’s eyes were wide now though, could this be…?
“C’fron,” she asked in a gentle voice she reserved for both Anyath and Iggy, “I’m sorry about this, I don’t mean to be nosing into other people’s lives but did you bed down somebody that night?” C’fron looked up at her startled by her question. Gemtia tried to give him feeling that she could be trusted with the info and the rider’s head dropped so that his chin touched his chest.
“There aren’t that many who know about that,” C’fron replied, “But yes, I did. I didn’t mean to really, it’s just I was drunk, and I thought the young woman looked like my werymate. She’d died in that last thread fall I was in. I don’t think Trith and I have ever recovered from the lose of our weyrmates.”
“This is going to sound weird, C’fron,” Gemtia replied after a few minutes of collecting herself, her voice was a bit shaky as she talked, “but was your weyrmate named Trog?” C’fron shook his head and Gemtia slouched at her theory not being right.
“No, she was named Trogalemar,” he replied, “ but I always did call her Trog.” Gemtia’s head shot up in surprise as she looked at the green rider he turned to her with a sad look, “Why do you ask?” Gemtia coughed nervously and looked at her feet.
“Something happened, after I left didn’t?” C’fron asked softly.
“You may not have thought it would happen but,” Gemtia started, “that one night stand was at just the right time and that woman you’d been with found she was pregnant a month later.”
“You sure if was me?” C’fron asked.
“My mother had been with nobody but you in her life,” Gemtia burst out thinking C’fron was trying to cover his trail. There was silence between the two riders Anyath looked between C’fron and Gemtia and sighed, this was getting a bit dramatic… but was a bit of a good show. Gemtia snuck a look at her biological father. He was the pictured of startled realization. The gold rider sighed, “I guess now I know who you reminded me of… my twin brother.” C’fron nearly fell over at the next vocal blow, he had two children he’d never known existed. He hadn’t even considered the young woman he’d been with those twenty turns to possibly become pregnant from just one encounter with him.
“This explains why you remind me so much of Trogalemar,” he replied still in shock, “You’re mother had a look of her as well…” the green rider trailed off, “Have you hated me because of this?”
“I don’t think so,” she replied thoughtfully stroking the feline in her arms who was now half asleep once again, “Mother always told Kaoten and I not to blame you. If she’d been thinking she would have asked your name instead of believing it might be better to pretend it didn’t happen. When she found out that she was with child she tired to figure out who you were but there’d been at least five Weyrs represented there that day and so she never found out.”
“Had I known, I would have had your mother come to the Weyr,” C’fron replied, “To think, my Cristroga really isn’t an only child.”
“What?!?!” the queen rider yelped at the news he was hitting her with.
“Six turns before Trog died we’d had a child together, Cristroga,” C’fron replied finally looking her in the eye, “She’d always wanted a brother or sister when she was a kid. I admitted to her that I’d seen another woman a few turns back so she knows about your mother but we never figured that I’d cause this.”
“It’s alright,” Gemtia replied again and hesitated for a moment, “Father… I think we should catch up on what we’ve missed of each other.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” he smiled, “And to think both my daughters have impressed to dragons.” Gemtia blinked, Cristroga is a rider. Trith tells me she rides a brown like her mother once did, his name is Tusath. I think you’re life’s getting even better now. Now you know why we were made for each other. You think, Anyath… Wait till Kaoten hears about this! I found our father! the two riders, the dragon, and the feline started to walk back towards the festivities of the night. Father and daughter finally knowing of each other. It would come to be that the newly revived family would be tight and no one would not know of where the other went. The little golden queen Anyath smirked like her rider and her father, this was defiantly a night to be joyous!
| Name | Gemtia |
| Age | 19 |
| Height | 6' 4" |
| Hair | Stormy brown |
| Eyes | deep stormy blue |
| Rank | Jr. Weyrling/ Jr. Weyrwoman |
| Dragon | Jr. Queen Anyath |
| Born | Turasake Hold |
| Pets | calico feline, Iggy |
| Current Residence | Firestone Weyr |
| Name | Anyath |
| Rank | gold(queen) |
| Age | Hatchling |
| Dam | Gold Lisanth |
| Sire | Bronze Avinoth |
| Hatched | Firestone Weyr Clutch 1 |
| Name | Iggy |
| Gender | male |
| Speices | feline (calico) |
| age | kitten |
| Mate | N/A |
| Children | N/A |
| Current Residence | Firestone Weyr |