Admittedly, Amila doubted Seistreth would ever rise -- but when she had, it seemed only inevitable the green would clutch, following the clawsteps of her sisters and mother. Sill as Seistreth fell gravid, Amila wondered if her girl would be okay/ The Tropical clutch had taken both of Seistreth'ssisters, and Listutoth's own second clutch was close to her daughters. Seistreth was -- was--
I'll be fine! Seistreth kept insisting, and Amila was close at hand the day it came time.
Seistreth was greeted by clean Sands and ample space. The green took great carte to pick her ideal spot, and then to settle to nurturing the eggs when they came, gently nosing them into the positions hat suited the green best before she settled to croon, the low, soft warble of the brooding green clear to all whom passed her, her rider, and her four healthy, strong eggs, the green warbling soothingly to any who drew near -- but ever mindful they didn't harm her children. This time, it was her time to shine -- or rather, her babies'.
[Moved] Empty Weyrs & Scattered Wings
AU Non-canon Pern RP
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