That old itch had started again, the one that told her she'd spent too long in one place. "But this time we have a reason!" she told the itch, "There may be a dragon out there for us!"

It didn't listen. Her will was weak. So she was up early the next morning, saddling Dawn. But the runner wasn't letting herself be saddled. Which was odd, she was normally a placid beast.

"C'mon Dawn, don't you want to leave too? You usually know when it's time to move on..." but the mare danced out from under the saddle and it's weight and momentum sent Hakkailla to the floor. She grunted, "Fine, have it your way... we'll try again later."

She rose and dusted herself off, tossing the saddle back over the low wall of the stall and placing fresh hay and a small amount of oats into the trough, hoping the food might give Dawn her usual energy.

The weyrhall wasn't that crowded this early, some night-owls catching a late supper/early breakfast before bed. She wasn't especially hungry, used to long days with no food out on the trail. Ekundu and Raitiov ate most of her food when she put her head down, still weary from having gotten up so early. "Just close my eyes for a few minutes... we'll leave..."

"Isn't she a candidate for that clutch? Shouldn't we wake her?"

"I dunno, and I'd hate to wake someone with such a sweet face..."

"...you always think with that thing in your pants?"

"Is this a problem?"

"......."

Ekundu opened one eye then snarled, lashed out with ivory teeth and red claws at the two men, boys, really, that had huddled around the sleeping Hakkallia. Raitiov followed suit, screeching in his thin voice at them until they fled. The commotion woke the girl, who then felt the deep bass hums and rumbles of dragons.

"Hatching?" she muttered sleepily, woken fully by a nip from the brown flit. Suddenly alive with energy, she pelted for the sands in time to see the first dragonet break shell. The gold-green didn't look like she wanted to bond, toddling after someone to the kitchens for food. Soon after, two eggs hatched quickly. The dragonets seemed like polar opposites; one green and striped with pitch black, the other blue marked with pure white.

It was the green who approached Hakkailla, still slightly winded from her sprint. She stared imperiously up at the doubled-over girl, Well, Hakkailla, we can't sit here all day. Are you going to get your Esofuth some food or not?

Hakkailla's lips twitched at the sight of the small green. "Of course, Esofuth." She agreed, and her dragon crooned as they left the sands. Three bowls of meat later, and the black-striped green was (sleepily) demanding to be carried to Hakkailla's room. Hefting the stuffed dragonet, she couldn't help but wonder to herself, "What have I gotten myself into now...

Before long, when Esofuth had learned to fly and properly carry her rider, Hakkailla was called to the second clutch she had signed up for. A wintry clutch of fedras at a place called Fukeru Ukuure. She'd only been there a few moments when the clutch was announced to be hatching and someone grabbed her by the collar to lead her to it. Eso' and her two flits trailed behind, the dragoness in belligerent silence.

Tiny, furred and feathered hatchling after hatchling broke shell until finally a delicate pale yellow and blue female hatched. She sought out Hakkailla with ice blue eyes and toddled a little shakily to her side. I am Ganytha, and I will accompany you on your travels. Eso' humphed from beside Hakkailla, bowing over to sniff the much smaller fedra. I guess you're alright... maybe.