Back out into the bustling world of the caverns you go.

Inner Caverns
Ancient caverns unfold in an endless maze of tunnels and stairs, the Weyr's cavities a labyrinth to the uninitiated.  Here, trimmed by the last of the stone cutters, arched walls and vaulted ceilings retain the soapy smoothness of well-worn stone, as do the endless tunnel floors kept clear and tidy.  Shadows creep and flicker across these glowlit mountain walls, creatures of non-light wending their way east to the main caverns and bowl, or branching out in a web of caves to the Weyr's living spaces.
Shadowed on stone-smooth ledge are Iniquity, Sisal, Phyar, Tirone, and Taybi.
Obvious exits:
Living Caverns     Hallway     Dorms     Barracks     Baths     Brat Cave     Infirmary     Guests' Quarters

Tellia slips the relative safety of the Candidates' barracks.

Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High Reaches Hearth...

Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Tucked into a glowlit niche are Kate, Sin, Satu, Ceinwen, Artu, Brannt, Qyvox, Cavort, Tangaloor, Nocturno, Bow-Wow, Fandango, Kelpie, Azule, Felvis, Tigger, Hella, Lava, Wilt, and Poldhu.
You see Delphin, Bubbly Pie, Kali, Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Dustina, Tsunami Banner, Mika, Old Auntie sit-by-the-fire, Decorative Laundry, and two pairs of pink boxers here.
Leya is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Tellia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Liseria slips through the cavern, pointing and giggling to the pink boxers pairs. "/Those/ are D'renn's, the ones with the dragons," she explains before heading towards the bowl.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.

Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.
To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.
  It is a winter evening.  The night turns chilly once more, freezing the top layer of the half-melted snow .  The moons march slowly across the sky, their soft glow diffusing light through the high clouds.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are Zhaneel, Kynance, Yum-Yum, Sassinak, Blueblue, Saturnax, and Caba.
Brown Sevareth, green Zaqith, and green Zoryanth are here.
You see a wagonmaster, TumbleWeed, Emerald, and Fluffernut here.
Obvious exits:
Pens     Northern Bowl     Caverns     Ground Weyrs     Lakeside

Tellia steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Meandering further 'neath spires' watchful spikes, you head north.

Northern Bowl
Seasonal winds lash up against the wall of the bowl, whipping the already hard-packed dirt into tiny dervishes of dust and debris: grit catches in the narrow clefts that crack upwards, branching out around ornate arch of the Council chambers to the north and higher about Weyrleaders' ledges and Riders' more distant niches and nooks.  Westward, the junior queens' weyrs slant to the bowl floor, while to the northwest, wind roars through the tunnels that lead into the Hatching Sands.  Off to the east lie the equally well-tended Weyrling grounds.
  It is a winter evening.  The night turns chilly once more, freezing the top layer of the half-melted snow .  The moons march slowly across the sky, their soft glow diffusing light through the high clouds.
Clinging wind-blasted to Council arch is Orphan.
Obvious exits:
Training Grounds     Council Rooms     Sands     Jr Queens' Weyrs     Central Bowl

Tellia wanders in from across the bowl.

Careful now, the Sands are just beyond this vaulted entrance.

Sand's Edge
Hot -- hotter -- hottest!  Heat rises from the Sands just beyond the upraised stone, rippling and undulating outwards to flow out through this vaulted entrance.  The air is hot and heavy, a thick mantle that clings to those who skirt the edges of the Sands and slip into the tiered galleries along the inner wall.  The whoosh and promise of cooler air is but a few steps away in the bowl.
Obvious exits:
Galleries     Hatching Sands     Bowl
Tellia fights her way in from the bowl.

Avoiding actually stepping out onto the sands, you head to the right, up into the galleries.

Galleries
Row upon row of stone benching rises above the Hatching Grounds, seats for those who come to watch the incredible experience that is a hatching. Each individual seat is embellished with a worn cushion, the only concession to comfort in a place that traps heat, holding it within so that those who watch are inflicted with its intensity, though on a milder level than those who must stand and face the dragonets. The expanse of sand that is the hatching grounds spreads out in front of the benches, a huge stage for a spectacular show.
Type 'help here' for info on how to view objects on the sands.
Settled along stone are Eldi, Schuyler, Marya, Mallorn, Zory, Hobbes , Iwatabem, Klahbie, Tryvor, and Gavin.
You notice Sorana asleep here.
Obvious exits:
Dragon Ledges     Bowl

Tellia comes up the stairs.

Tellia leans over the railing, resting chin in palm to gaze into the mound of eggs.  "Ooooh!  They're gorgeous..." she murmurs, as much to herself as to the other Candidate.  "And there are certainly a lot of them!"  The girl goes silent after that, brushing golden hair back to allow more of the burning Sands in her range of vision.

"And here...." With a dramatic sweep of her sweatered arm, Liseria encompasses the Sands. "Are the eggs we're standing for. Chayath's first clutch!" she adds with as proud a tone as if it were her dragon on the sand. Sheesh. "Yep! Lots! Which one do you like best?" Great one Lis - don't even give the girl half a second to actually /look/ at the things.

Tellia's gaze sweeps the mound, pausing on first one egg, then another.  "Well...  That one's pretty!"  She indicates Fudge Frosting Divinity.  "Oh, and that one looks like the one Draccie hatched from!"  This time it's All Hallow's Eve her hand seems to stretch toward.  Several others are pointed out, accompanied by comments on potential colors of dragon as well as the obvious colors of the egg.  Tellia seems to almost think she's an expert rather than someone who's experienced all of one Hatching to date.

Liseria listens to Tellia with bobbing of her head a little 'Mm-hmm'ings here and there. "What d'ya think about that one?" the girl asks, one nearly-cloth-covered hand lifting to point at the Cruelly Intentioned one. "All red and brown, seems so different from the shiny ones. 'Course, I like the one behind the queen, back there, too." Again, the finger points and egg: Hide the Shoes.

Tellia nods her head in turn, inspecting the eggs from the safety of the Galleries.  "That one looks like blood!" is her comment on the first, and a murmur of appreciation goes to the second.  "Ooh, that one's pretty, though.  I rather like brown, you know."  The last sentence is added as a sort of afterthought - showing why she liked that one better than the red.

"Could be right," Lis murmers under her breath, eyeing her so-called favorite for a while longer before trying to wrastle some gossip from the girl. "Name's Liseria, by the way..." Lis'll start there, and then she'll figure out what she wants to know next. Legs start to buckle from over-use, so the Candidate finds herself a seat in the stands.

Tellia turns sideways and backs up a step, trying to keep both eggs and Candidate in view.  "I'm Tellia.  Just Searched today, by D'renn."  She grins happily at that.  "And I got to ride ::between:: on his blue!"  This surely isn't anything very new to the other Candidate, but she has to vent somehow, right?

Tiri comes up the stairs.

"Oh, /D'renn/ got you?" Liseria asks, using the air of mystique that most people do when talking about D'renn, even if the former Starcrafter know naught of the bluerider's exploits. "What happened?" The gossip hound's loose again, it seems. "Didja know Trydanth Searched me, my first time 'round?" Yepyep.

Tiri climbs up the benches that make up the Galleries and waves to Liseria and someone else who she has not met yet.  "Heya, LIseria!  Heya...!  Err, sorry.  Who might you be?" she inquires politely.

Tellia raises an eyebrow slightly.  "Your first time 'round?  You were here last 'Reaches cycle?"  A smile of greeting finds its way to Tiri.  "Hi!  Are you a Candidate, too?"  Sure, the knot's there, but she has to make sure...  "I'm Tellia.  I was Searched today.  By D'renn."  The last sentence is added with a curious glance to Lis.  What kind of reaction will Tiri give to that name?

Liseria nods her head in answer to Tellia's question, waving to Tiri as cheerfully as the increasingly later hour will let her. "Aye, I was. Didn't Impress, though," she adds, even if it is a little obvious.

Tiri grins at Tellia.  "Nice ta meet ya, Tellia.  M'name's Tiri.  Searched t'day, eh?  Well, welcome aboard!"  She pauses.  "Whoa, waita sec, ya were Searched by D'renn?  Ya poor thing!"  She tries her best to keep a straight face.

"And just why /is/ she so poor?" Lis asks nosily, putting a little pressure on Tiri as she pumps for gossip. Just a little, though.

Tellia blinks, brows furrowing.  "What does everyone have against D'renn, anyway?  All you Candidates seem to think there's something wrong with him or something..."  She trails off, considering.  "I was Searched for Ista's Hatching.  I didn't Impress, either."  Sure it's obvious, but if Lis can comment, so can she, right?

Liseria fiddles with the sleeve of one of her layers. "/I/ don't have anything against him," she clarifies. "I just wanna know why everyone /eles/ does." As if a previous Searching by D'renn has taught her nothing...

Tiri shrugs.  "D'renn's, err, the weyrling master...  Sworn enemy of all candies...  Yeah, that's it."  She finally lets a smile crack and it spreads out into a full grin.  "I guess that's why some other candies dyed his boxers pink..."  She eyes Liseria.  "Do /you/ know who it was?" she asks curiously.

"T'was me." That's all that's squeaked out from the former Starcrafter. But beans have been spilled, so there's not point in putting up and act. "I din't think weyrlingmasters /were/ the enemy of Candidates..." With a little shrug, she leaves it at that. The only way to find out anything about D'renn seems to be going to the man himself. "So, you were Searched for Ista, Tellia?" Lis asks, swinging the conversation back that-a-ways.

On the sands, Chayath yawns, stretching her languid form. Her head rears slightly at the sound of voices near her eggs, her eyes opening slowly and with some slowness. Glimmering beneath the inner lids, they whirl as they focus on the people in the galleries.

Lylia comes up the stairs.

Tellia ahhs softly.  "He's the /Weyrling Master/?  That explains a lot of it, doesn't it?"  She pauses a moment, considering.  "You mean if we Impress we'll have to live under him?"  She wrinkles her nose slightly, then follows the swing Lis put in.  "Yeah, Ayrina and her brown snared me out of the Courtyard - much like D'renn did today.  I had fun even though I didn't - "  The girl cuts off, head turning to watch the gold warily.  When she continues, her voice is somewhat lower than it had been.  "I didn't Impress.  She...  Think she likes us here - she's /watching/ us..."

Leap. Thump. Leap. Thwump. Lylia jumps up the stairs, nearly stumbling. She's likely to trip, her eyes locked onto the sands and the mound of eggs hardening. A glance around her makes her grin. "Hey, how are you all?" Flopping down in a sear, she cheerfully glances between the eggs and the other candidates.

On the sands, Of course the young queen is /watching/ you. You're near her dear, sweet egglets and this dragon is very protective of her eggs. Hawkish eyes are fully open now, no inner eyelid to detract from gleam of her eyes. Rumbleing softly, she shifts positions slightly, managing to hide her smallest and most precious egg, even while getting closer to the galleries.

Liseria is quick with the dry rejoinders tonight. "I think we live under him already, - or at least his watching - seeing as we've dyed his underthings." Where'd the 'we' come from? "Who? Chayath?" she asks, peering out onto the sands. One hand is waved to Lylia - "Heya!" - before whipping back and forth in an exaggerated wave to the gold. "Good evening, Chayath!" Lis calls friendly-like, but respectfully - of course!

Tiri eyes Lis.  "It was?"  She looks disapproving and then laughs, full of mirth.  "Congradulations, that was one of the best pranks I've seen in /turns/!  Very nice touch, the blonde dragons were, yep yep."  She giggles.  Then her head turns to stare back at the gold and she lowers her voice, too.  "You're right!  She /is/ watching us...."  She blinks at the cheerily yelling Liseria.  She scowls...  "Shhhh!  You might...I dunno, agrivate the dragon or something!"  Don't eat us, Chayath... ;)

Tellia blinks, blue-eyed gaze still hovering on the gold.  "She's... moving this way, though."  The girl scoots back a step, no longer leaning on the rail.  "Golds are so much bigger than you'd think..." she mutters nervously.  A nod of greeting finds its way to Lylia, but most of her attention obviously rests with the dragon - the advancing dragon...

On the sands, Chayath rears her head up, the galleries not being to much of a stretch for her lithe self. Gleaming, whirling eyes peek over the rims of the galleries, while her tongue flicks out quickly. Greetings are acknowledged with a rumble that could pass for a croon; a very tortured croon. Tail snakes around her eggs in protection, making sure all eggs are still there.

"And good evening from I, Chayath!" The sleepy candidate adds in her own call, cringing under the gaze of the protective queen. La la... best to hide among the others. "And D'renn's scary!" Lylia's been listening to Auri again. "If interesting... strange little place we live in, eh?" Smirking, the weyrfolk peers back at the eggs. "What do you think of the clutch? Lovely, huh?"

Liseria lifts her head towards Tiri. "Actually, the blonde dragons were.... not my work." Careful - almost let more gossip slip. Tiri's worries are dissmissed with hand-wave. "Nonsense! Dragon's don't /get/ mad... I think. And anyway, they can't reach the Gal- " The girl breaks off, other Candidates ignored as there's sudden two, Big Eyes peeking over the edge.

Tiri winces, muttering to herself.  "You bet they're big...  And moving this way..."  She nervously glances upwards to the higher benches...  "Maybe we should go up there...somewhere safer.  You know- EEP!"  She squeals as Chayath's big head appears and she squeaks as she hides behind Liseria, peeking out behind her shoulder.  "She's s-so /big/!" she mutters, half fright, half awe.

Tellia giggles nervously.  "What were you saying about dragons not reaching, Liseria dear?"  She questions.  "Because I think you were just proved wrong..."  Good draggie.  Stay.  "My, my.  Aren't you a big dragon, Chayath?  Browns and blues just aren't nearly that large..."  And that's all the girl's been exposed to - unless you count the Hatching, when she was paying more attention to the eggs than the dragons.

Wheatie blinks in from ::between::!

Wheatie glides in and perches stedily on a large stone bench and peers at each new person he sees carefully.

"Very big." Scooting over, and off in her own little world, Lylia stares at the large golden head with its whirling eyes. "Do you like scaring candidates?" With a slight, shy smile, the girl wraps her arms around herself, still in awe of the large queen. Certainly a surprise. No way to carefully back up without offending...

On the sands, Chayath blinks at them, her big gleaming eyes whirling softly and with a morbid sense of humor. Getting a kick out of scaring the people who are going to steal her eggs, the young queen inches closer. Fire-brand hide gleams like liquid flame melting on an open forge. Dancer's lithe form shifts a bit as head is raised another handspan higher. Boo.

"But but but! Dragons aren't /supposed/ to..." Liseria's logic crumbles in shambles around the stuttering girl. Peering back at those eyes, confidence instills itself based on the fact that the dragon hasn't really done anything, yet. "Yes, a big, beautiful dragon." Sitting in the front row doesn't help the situation either. "She's grown a whole lot, since the hatching... that's the last time I saw her close up!"

Chayath
Rich, earthen golds wrap this dragon in the dusky mystery of her heritage: rivulets of wine-red passions swirl with wild abandon over her pugnacious headknobs and dissipate like laughter into the citrine hues twining a slender, drunken tail.  Firelight licks her chest, a distraction from its uncommonly narrow width and the weedy lengths of legs and talons all darkened with greeny purples.  Her wings are sparse, almost ragged, despite the once-decadent embroidery that etches stolen gold along those crimson, oh-so-fragile sails.
Chayath is 2 Turns, 9 months, and 6 days old.
She is 36 meters long, with a wingspan of 60 meters.
Chayath seems to be listening.

Wheatie backs away quickly from the large golden head and chatters like an old hen, scolding her for scaring him.

Tellia blinks again.  "Chayath Impressed at the last Hatching?  Wow..."  She turns back to the dragon slightly.  "You dragons sure grow fast, don't you?"  A soft chuckle escapes, though there's certainly nothing funny in being stared down by a queen's glowing eyes.  Wheatie gets only a small smile of greeting from the girl - though people really didn't get much more for that matter...

Tiri is still quivering behind Liseria when Chayath's head raises higher and she squeaks again.  "We oughta get outta here!" she begins with a whisper, then it turns into a small frantic yell.  The size of the dragons is bad enough for Tiri, but encountering the /largest/ type is downright scareyful to Tiri.  She starts pulling Liseria towards the exit...  "We should vacate before she chars us, or eats us..."  Nice, dragon...

"Umm.... hide me?" Lylia meeps slightly, tempted to duck behind the closest candidate. The eyes staring at them are beautiful, the large head elegent.... but large. Very large. Weyrfolk or not, being right up by a queen dragon is nerve-wracking. "Whoa. Has grown a /lot/." She's scared and repeating things. Yay.

Wheatie stares at Tiri, 'Scaredy cat,' he thinks knowing many of them from HRW.

On the sands, Chayath lowers her head a little, still eyeing the frantic candidates. Rumbling again, this queen seems to want to expound on the fact that she doesn't eat people. Unless they steal her eggs, that is. Eyes whirl gently, a calm color swirling through the glittering of the facets in her eye.

Tellia laughs again, courage bolstered by Tiri's panic.  "Golds don't char!  Or eat people... right?"  She never quite verified this one.  Though one never actually /tried/ to eat her so far...  "But I know they can't char, because they don't chew firestone.  And you can't have fire without firestone, right?"  Sure.  Listen to Tells.  She's the expert...

Wheatie puffs his blue chest mightily and struts along the bench and hops from bench to bench toward the mighty head, showing her what them little blues are really made of.

Is Liseria the only one not hiding? "'Course Chayath Impressed. I was there!" she announces, as if they two facts had anything to do with each other. "Chayath doesn't eat people, right." Tiareth, maybe, but Chayath; hopefully not. Chayath's retreat brings a little sigh from Lis, more confident now that she only sees the gold from the eyes up.

Tiri practically falls over in relief as Chayath lowers her head.  Then she glares over at Tellia.  "Well, I guess queens can't chew firestone, but I'll bet they will eat people."  Irrational fear?  Yes, of course.  Ah, well.

On the sands, Chayath curls her body back down on the warms sands, her hide moving like molten gold with wine red rivulets courseing through her hide like droplets of rubies. Dancer's form snakes around her eggs, though her crystalline eyes watch the people hawkishly. Just because she moved doesn't mean she's ignoring them.

Tellia snorts, shaking her head unbelievingly.  "They will /not/ eat people, silly!"  See what others' fears can do for the girl?  Keep it up and you'll have Tells thinking she's /really/ an expert on the beauties.  "And anyway, if Chayath wanted to eat you, she'd have gotten you already, don't you think?"  A glance finds its way to the dragon and - is that relief?  "See?  She's backing up..."

Wheatie bobs his head as he finds a bench near the golden body, one half way across the sands. That, is as close as this brave blue is getting. He knows these golden women are slightly grumpy and even quite tempermental when she feels her eggs are threatened. Even though he, in comparison, would not have a chance and with one weak swipe of her mighty tail he could be her next snack.

Tiri doesn't look convinced, but she comes out from hiding.  "Maybe that was a warning...?  Probably."  She snorts, mostly to herself.  THen she peeks over the ledge and glances at the great gold below.  She darts her head back behind the ledge and sighs.  "Or maybe you're right...?"

And Liseria ran off, thinking she'd rather not be eaten right now...