The Dragonriders of Pern® is a trademark, Registered U.S. Patent & Trademark Office, of Anne McCaffrey. This is a recorded session, generated by Harper's Tale MOO on Saturday, December 5th, 1998, for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.

Brats and a Hatching

(High Reaches 2nd Hatching and the first one since I came to the Weyr. Note: the Gideon featured in this log is the same as the current Gideon, but his original incarnation, who was a few turns older than Py. When this took place, Pyrene had a crush on him. This was also my first attempt at puppetting NPC brats (which I'd promised to do for Zirade). I puppet all the ones mentioned here. For the record: Beram - now faded into adult NPCdom; Ewyrpin - now E'rp, rider of brown Wyath; Helyne - disappeared after I realised there was a PC with that name; Hullania - now faded into adult NPCdom; Ranae - still in the nurseries, if only just. And for those of you who are interested, Risli's little fan was Peia's first, un-named appearance. She later developed a crush on M'rin and now rides green.
Parenting: Lani's Rhyath and D'ante's Infernoth (NPC - Saoirse?)
Standing: Adianna, Annalee, Areiah, Bugle (NPC), Conlan, Jayhon (NPC), Jezabel, Kamaria, Kelvren, Niyanne, Risli, Seldor (NPC - E'ren), Shaela, Thesy, Tylendel, Zirade)

That's it! Rhyath and Infernoth's eggs no longer threaten to Hatch, they do! They are! The dragons are thrumming and the weyr gathers in the galleries (#5000) to watch the spectackle. All welcome! Come cheer on your favorite candidate!
-- entered by Nuff on 1998-12-05 18:07 MOO Time.

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.

Ilyena grins at Charysli. "Isn't this cool?" Smiling happily to all her friends, she turns her gaze to the sands.

Koryn glances around the place, then grins and points Sabrina over to Silvera when she enters and whispers something to her.

Gwenna is bouncing in her seat..."It's my first hatching too," she confides, her eyes shining and straining to take in everything at once.

Taree smiles at Dison. "Well hello there. How are you Dison?"

Brandon smiles in thanks and goes over and sits, "I am Brandon from gar hold

Mirella grins at her friends, "Wonder what Jezable is thinking right now

Ilyena laughs excitedly, "Mine too! Ooh, good luck Jezzie!"

Mahlia smiles "Well met Brandon. I am Mahlia from Dolphin Hall"

Charysli shivers and giggles. "Cool? No, it's cold."

Dison grins to Taree, "Okey, but Is tired. I comes 'cause I loves dwagies and neber seen a hatchin'."

Gwenna smiles over, eyes glittering in excitement. "I'm Gwenna, also from teh dolphinhall, Bandon. WEll met."

Taree smiles, nodding. "That's nice...I have a friend on the Sands...."

Ilyena says, "I know...you know Charysli, I think we are the only ones who are /very/ miserable with/in our group!"

Kiana wrinkles her nose lightly in disagreement, glancing up at Silvera with amiable grin, "Hey Silvie! Sit with us."

Ilyena looks at Brandon, "I am Ilyena from Dolphinhall. Well met!"

Dison smiles widers, "Whose dat, Taree?"

Gwenna hears Ilyena's comment and pokes her. "Lena! It's just so hard to be cold when there is this going on!" her hands waves to indicate the sands and galleries full of people.

Taree smiles. "Her name is Annalee."

Gunwalloe chitters somewhat grumpily at the line of fire lizards guarding a row of seats, cushions and blankets at the front. Seems that the Weyrbrats have staked out their prime viewing seats in hopes of seeing their nanny palmed off onto a dragon.

Brandon's eyes light up, his favorite things are dragons, firelizards, and dolphins, he cocks his head-makeing his fire-lizards hiss in displeasure, "Dot hey ened mroe apprentices?

Charysli grins. "Let's huddle, Lena, and see if we can't get warmer that way?"

Ilyena grins at Gwenna, "I know, but I am /cold/!"

Cindanna comes up the stairs.

Mirella shudders, "Yep, no more leaving the beach. No, some of us are ignoring it Ilyena," she nods to Brandon, "I'm Mirella from the Dolphin Hall, well met, Brandon

G'rwin catches sight of Silvera and scoots a little away, a look of half-distaste on his face at seeing her proddy twice in one day. Nevertheless manners prevail and he waves a little, calling, "Hi, Silvera."

Tathyana walks in.

Ilyena moves closer to Charysli, wanting more warmth.

Celan walks in.

Dison hmms, "Taree? Does you thinks I could see da dwaggie up close if Analee impwesses?"

Brandon looks around, "Is everyone hear a dolphin crafter?"

Pyrene comes up the stairs

Tathyana walks in slowlyand sits towards the back not wanting to disturb anyone.

Daleva comes up the stairs.

Taree smiles, shrugging. "You might be able to...."

Mirella giggles, "Nope, just this section

Gwenna chuckles, "We have a fellow on the sands, JEzabel. WE are all here in this freezing cold for moral support."

Cindanna pounces in, huffing faintly as she peers through a thick, fur-lined cloak in search of aquaintances. For warm snuggling and all.

Ilyena grins, "Yup, Jezzie's out there and might Impress!"

Charysli giggles, cheering through the chattering. "We've come in full force to cheer our friend on!"

Dison leans on Taree and nearly falls asleep, "I nap, you wake me up when dey start hatchin

Clia walks in.

"Thanks!" Silvera smiles, a calm smile entirelly different to her attitude before. Nevertheless, she, too, moves away from G'rwin. "Zoryanth tells me the eggs are close to hatching?" This is said to Kiana; she seems set on ignoring the /Man/.

Selina walks in.

Mirra comes up the stairs.

Clia looks around, disturbed by the amount of people, and she whispers in Selina's ear, "There's a LOT of people here..."

Dison goes home.

Brandon thinks for a minute, "Don't think I have met her yet

On the sands, Nuff herds cats -- erm, riders. "This way, this way", like she knows what she is doing. "Stand over here and you are less likelyt get run over." She

Adrienne walks in.

Pyrene leads in a half a dozen weyrbrats and considerable noise "I tell you they're going to hatch tonight!" "Do they look as if they're hatching, Ewyrpin?" "Well you owe me a cookie if they do," Pyrene shushes idly, she's the oldest and she'd rather wait in the galleries than do any more cooking.

Kiana ums, reply paused briefly as gaze flickers from G'rwin on one side to Silvie on the other, "Sure. I'll bet, they've been moving quite a bit, right G'r! Oh hey - /Mirra/!" Kiana shouts, half-standing and waving enthusiastically to Herder friend.

Gwenna's bouncing again, about to bounce completely out of her seat. She strains her neck to see if they are bringing the candidates in yet...

Ilyena's eyes shine with excitement as she gazes at the sands. She hops up and down, "Man as the more people come, little ol' me can't see!"

Kiralen walks in.

G'rwin nods to Kiana, but eyes are caught away as he turns to stare at the lightly rocking eggs on the sands. Mind seems caught away somewhere else and he even seems to forget about being afraid of Silvie for a little bit as he stares, gassy-eyed, out at the sands.

Mirella waves at Kiralen, "Hey, over here.

On the sands, Fidget, hip, hop, Enya follows with rest of weyrlingCo 'cross hot sands, feet burn even through booted feet. eep. "Bad enough just once...but we do this turn after turn after.." small bluerider mumbles - unheard over loud thrumming- as she procures spot to stand at /farthest/ edge of sands.

On the sands, Posida mutters and grumbles and remembers to thank young T'jen. Well, he is her offspring after all, settling her in a safe place on sands level since she can't climb the stairs. Not at her age, and she's not abotu to miss it.

Kiralen grins at Kiralen, walking to the profered seat, "Thanks, Mir

Gwenna spies someone else from the dolphincraft and waves her over...

Mirra hears something, but between the crowds, and the slightly excited dragons, she can't tell what pushing towards the sound of her name, she syumbles over Kiana's knees, "oh! Kiana!hello!" she squeezes in behind her, voice raised above the Melee

Charysli has a perfect view of the sands from where she is sitting, but she doesn't bother to share that with anyone for fear of having her luck change.

Taree smiles as she can see quite well as well. She looks out over the sands hoping to find Annalee.

Koryn folds up his anti-cold blanket and lays it down on the seat next to him, leaning forwards to look out onto the sands and just watch and wait.

Cindanna wedges herself in with a group of bellowing Smiths, nose wrinkling as she eyes the sands. Cinda remembers from her Candidate-hood: hot, icky, not fun. But what she wouldn't give for a little /warmth/ around here. One might almost consider the hopefuls lucky. Yeah, almost.

Adrienne wanders in with wide, innocent eyes, peering timidly at each and every person in turn. A green stuffed firelizard is crushed between her left arm and her chest, right thumb stuck firmly in her mouth.

On the sands, B'ran follows Nuff like a tamed feline? Yes? No? "Nuff, are you sure this is where we go to /not/ get run over?" He's suspicious. Cousin Nuff has steered him wrong before, see.

Ilyena cranes her neck to see, mumbling, "I am way too /short/! Need to grow...."

On the sands, Mists of Avalon Egg shivers, misted colors drifting and flowing about the shell. It waits, with the others, but trembles and shuddes at the slightest provocation. The step of a Rider, the Wings of dragons swooping over head, the yells from the sands. Any disruption sets the little egg /wriggling/ in anticipation.

On the sands, E'ren scampers across the Sands, joining the others. "Jays, do the Sands seem hotter this time, or what?" It's probably Renren's imagination. A wave is cast towards the throngs in the Stands, just for fun.

On the sands, Kumiko is out, hanging around a few Zephyr'ites, fingers moving limp hair from her face. "Tell me again how he talked me into this?" Whoever he is doesn't come out. This, however, is sandsitting. Which she's doing. Without the actual sitting.

With considerable confusion and complete desregard for those behind them, the brats take their places and pass round the cookies.

Gwenna giggles and bounces even more..."look, the eggs are moving agian!"

Mirella leans forward, enthralled

Shasta edges in from one of the nearby ledges.

Silvera leans back on her bench, stretching her legs out as far as they will go. Just hope nobody tries to get past. She tries her casual look; she's been here before, nothing particually interesting happening. It must take some considerable effort to strike that pose, considering the bone-rattling intensity of the /hum/.

On the sands, Infernoth's eyes startle open, and his head cranes upward sharply. Suddenly his whirling eyes take on a new shade and his throat swells as he begins to thrum. D'ante's just standing there to one side; alternating between looking smug at the fact that his lifemate's children are about to hatch, and terrified. One dark hand scrapes through his hair. Again. Again. Again.

Clia smiles, watching the Mists of Avalon Egg, very beautiful.

Ilyena grins happily, face alight with joy, "Yeah! this is /so/ neat!"

On the sands, Jezabel steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Shaela steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Annalee steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Adianna steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Risli steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Thesy steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

Tathyana looks around hoping no one noticed her slip in...

On the sands, Areiah steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

On the sands, Cousin Nuff always knows where she is going. She plants herself near the brooding dragons -- but not too near -- and leans nonchalantly into the heat. "Yup, right here." Charmed spot.

On the sands, Conlan steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Zirade steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

On the sands, Jh'ral is here because, well, he wants to be. And he can get away with it. Rennth can sulk elsewhere. He leaves a trail as he heads toward D'ante with a murmured, "Relax."

On the sands, Kelvren steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

Ilyena cries, "The dragon's are starting to hum!"

On the sands, Tylendel steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

Gwenna grins and points..."there's JEz!"

Mirella beams, "There's Jezabel

On the sands, Salea steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

On the sands, Annalee reaches out, snagging Thesy's hand again, following after Jezabel.

You overhear Kiana mutter, "So ... ... - ... ... ..." to Mirra.

On the sands, Niyanne steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

Ilyena giggles, "Jezzie!"

On the sands, Enchanted Forest Egg trembles very slightest movements, mulchy green shell rippling alittle as round orb of egg wiggles around shifting sand of clutch spot.

On the sands, Pyramids of Giza Egg sits, not doing much of anything. Unlike it's counterparts, the egg has just decided to remain where it is, brick solid, waiting. And sitting. And more waiting. Not even a wibble.

Koryn startles suddenly, as if a jolt of electricity shot through him as he hears the dragons begin to hum, "Wow!" is all he mutters, looking around at all the magnificent beasts on the ledge and then down to the sands as the candidates come out.

Celan looks around for the jezzy supporter crowd... and goes and walks over to Ilyena, then says, "GO JEZZIE!"

Adrienne goes home.

On the sands, Saoirse's there, near Kumiko; fellow Zephyrite, fellow dupee. "If I knew how I got roped into it, meself, I would." She leans against the cooler stone wall. Thank Faranth for thick-soled riding boots.

On the sands, Springs of Jusenkyo Egg trembles, the barest ripple of shell in the heat of the sands. Soon, soon, everything will be revealed. But for now, it's waiting for the right time.

Brandon scampers-he isnt little but very agile up to the front where he sits looks out over the hatchlings, doesn't seem like anything can't disrupt him not even his wildly thrumming fire-lizards

On the sands, Heathery Brigadoon Egg shivers slightly, rocking in it's bed of sand to widen the soft ditch it sits in. Trembling perhaps and rocking gently to and fro, a nearly continuous movement.

On the sands, Outer Banks Egg wiggles, testing the sands. Quiescently, it returns to stillness.

Loud cheers scream from the front row as Zirade walks in. And again though more muted as various weyrbrats spot the candidate that they bet on. Not that there's a gambling ring in the nursery or anything.

On the sands, Lost Spaceship Egg rolls aimlessly, charcoal'd shell seeming to smudge the sands.

You overhear Mirra mutter, "fine! ... as ... back at the ... ... ... Risli? ... ... to the left ..." to Kiana.

Ilyena gazes at the trembling eggs and the Cadidates with rapt attention. "Oooh!"

On the sands, Kamaria steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

Ilyena says to her friends, "We should cheer for Jezzie!"

On the sands, Seven Shades of Nirvana Egg gleams mysteriously from the shadow it is settled in. Movements of air in the cavern sift sand minutely across its leathered shell. It's waiting too.

On the sands, A few stray stragglers come in, hastily smoothing down white robes before taking their places on the Sands, some are looking nervous, some not. Remarkably, they are cohesive, as column of white turns, bowing in unision -- once towards gold Rhyath, then again towards bronze Infernoth, a swaying rustle of cloth heard in those movements.

On the sands, Lani fans herself gently, an encouraging smile for the candidates written across her face--atleast where her own nerves haven't already marked their runes. In fact, she looks a little green, but that's the least of her worries. "Rhyath..." she reproves as realisation begins to dawn on the young queen. These young men and women are going to take her eggs.

Mirella giggles, "She is probally so nervous, she wouldn't hear us

Taree smiles as she sees Kamaria and Annalee on the sands. She settles down to watch.

Charysli just shuts up, dumbstruck as the eyecandy parades in front of her astonished orbs.

Ilyena grins, eyes dancing, and says, "Yeah....oooh. I wonder if the Candidates are very nervous..."

On the sands, "Okay, if you say so." The unabashed trust for the girl B'ran has is perhaps warrented. Perhaps not. See B'ran stand. See B'ran get squashed. He eyes the others. Over /there/. "But, why are /they/ over /there/?" he slides in behind her, placing her between himself and the eggs. Chilvary is not dead. Nuff will protect him.

Pyrene points, "There's Thesy! That's who is going to impress first." Ewyrpin snorts, "Bronzes always hatch first." Helyne shushes them both, and leans forward.

Gwenna chuckles, "Wouldn't you be?"

A troupe of dignitaries from Tillek are herdedin off the ledges and into the galleries, the Holders joining their brethern up in the stands. People move in, slide over, move in, squinch over, move in, and the galleries rapidly fill with people from all over Pern.

On the sands, Nervous, nervous -- Niyanne is nervous, a hand being thrust blindly out towards Shaela. Is there a hand to grab, in return? "Shae?" Quivering tone barely touches weaver's voice, as place is found upon the sands -- Some what.

On the sands, Jezabel slips into the sands, sighing softly before ouching -- the perpetual Candidate hot-foot-dance shown -- before finishing with that hasty bow, fingers reaching out towards Risli and Areiah, while gaze picks them off the sands, "Hold my hand, Areiah? Risli?" She would beg, really, as voice is faint, barely audible.

Celan says "Hi" to the fellow Jezzie fans, and then continues cheering on Jezzie.

Ilyena says quickly, "Oh, yeah! So nervous I would be sick!"

On the sands, Tylendel grasps Areiah's hand tightly as they step onto the sands, feet not quite dancing at the substantial heat. His head swings this way and that at the multitude of nervous candidates and rocking eggs, yet his own step is firm -- minus the slight hot-footing it -- and his back straight. He takes a deep breath; he's ready -- it's time. And breathes out, glimmer of a smile forming on a just slightly pale face.

S'mander edges in from one of the nearby ledges.

On the sands, Salea also gives a quick bow to Lani et al, and finds her way over to the side of the sands. Coming to rest nect to Ash and the other awlms, she gives a quick wink to the Candidates.

Mirella nods, "A lot nervous

On the sands, Zirade trots out on the Sands with the others, heat scalding her feet through the soles of her sandals. "Ow!" she murmurs, trying not to get accustomed to the heat quickly. She bows to the clutchparents and the assembled riders, then joins the others in circling the eggs.

On the sands, Nuff might... then again, she might not. "Them's the canidtes B'ran. YOu can tell by the white robes."

On the sands, Adianna finally locates a hand to hold - and its not her own, this time - and rushes to catch up with the others. She nearly digs her toes into the hot sands- so much like home! For the first time in months, she's warm!

On the sands, A look is glanced to Sorsh and Kumi with wry chuckle, "Kyleth insisted I be out here for 'his' candidates." Enya offers remark as feet shift and fidget in spot, durn lifemate. oh, candies, small bluerider does offer assured smile from place near Salea, Ash, and rest o' weyrlingCo.

Alycia comes up the stairs.

On the sands, Conlan, one hand parked over his brow for better distance sight, scans the galleries. "Thesy, look! There's C'nor! And Leine! They both came." The boy might almost look happy. If anybody else is up there, he doesn't even notice.

On the sands, Seldor creeps, managing a bow to Infernoth and Rhyath before joining a tall blond girl nearby. Nervous, the boy nearly clings, occasionally looking to and fro before he takes extra time to look at himself. Robe, check, sandals, check...

On the sands, Annalee stops, breathing in... out... in... out... Shoulders fly back, head snaps up, back is straightened--and one slender harper's hand reaches for Thesy. "Thesypet?..."

On the sands, Risli clutches wildly at Jezabel's hand and looks nervously at the anxious queen. He shifts against the heat of the Sands, and rubs his head briefly, feeling a bit faint. "Stay here, okay, Jez?" He looks at the eggs, eyes seeking the little ruined looking egg.

On the sands, Oh, wow. A crowd. Feet lift, fall, lift, fall. The Sands are /hot/. Areiah squeezes firmly the hand already locked with hers - Tylendel's - grabbing for Jezabel's next. "I've gotcha." she says, though her soft voice sounds nothing like her normal.

"Oof, oof, where -- Silvera!" Shasta wades through the masses -- riders and holdfolk alike -- and comes up at the greenrider's side. "I was wondering if I would've been able to spot an Istan rider here at all. But, here you are." Flashing a sparkly smile, she drops next to Zoryanth's rider.

Teza comes up the stairs.

On the sands, There is most definitely a hand. Albeit shaky, Shaela's hand is there, and likewise searching for Niyanne's. "Yeah?" she replies in nervously excited tone, grip tightening as the hands meet.

On the sands, Springs of Jusenkyo Egg trembles more fervently now. Will it be the first to break away? Indeed.

On the sands, Clinging again to Conlan's arm, Thesy takes a cautious step onto the sands. Shards, this is /really/ hot! Carefully she lifts one feet, sets it down, lifts the other. What is she doing? Dancing?

Mirella giggles, glancing at all in the Jezzie chearing section, "She atleast has a lot of support here

On the sands, Rhyath crouches by the largest mound, but if her wings could reach, the entire clutch would be encompassed under those crazy-quilted sails. She hisses petulantly, then subsides to into predatory waiting. Watching.

Kiana grins, fingers pushing sweat-soaked strands away from forehead, "Yeah! He looks so different in that robe, tho' - we all - er, they all do."

Ilyena laughs, "Oh, Yeah! Go Jezzie!!"

On the sands, Kumiko snorts, very quietly. "Remind me to get a hold of him next time, will you?" Face is made, before she gives a cheeky grin to Enya. "We're... representing." That's a nice way to put it, as the brownrider watches.

Pyrene nods to the Jezabel fans, "She'll impress." She practically searched her you know. Well, she did say the weyr should abduct her.

On the sands, Springs of Jusenkyo Egg ripples, submerged forms hinting at movement beneath its water-hued shell. When sudden cracks craze its surface, it yields to the inevitable. Its explosion is a stunny transformation, a mystery unveiled, the answer. It can be no other besides Crystal Moon Wandering Green Dragonet.

Brekka walks in.

On the sands, Mists of Avalon Egg trembles again, whiffling. This little egg, even half-buried in the sands, manages to look irate and impatient. Parts of the shell start sliding off like snow from a sloped roof, and part of the dragonet start showing: hint of wet, dam, dark color, the mere suggestion of a tail, the occasional break of sharp little teeth.

On the sands, Oh, shards. "It's, um, it's starting -- The eggs, the ones we touched, they're sorta, um, moving." Niyanne shivers -- Cold, in the heat of the sands. Cold, with her feet bare, and probably scorching. Cold. -- and clings tight to hand, wide grey eyes beholding the sights. "It.. hatched, Shae."

On the sands, Kamaria totters along, ignoring the hot sands as best as possible, blue eyes wide in both nervousness and excitement. Everyone else is holding on to someone's hand..."Oh, do wait for me..." Shards, but there are a lot of candidates and eggs all over the place. One big mess, if you asked this healer.

Alycia slips in quietly, glittering eyes widening, taking in her surrounding, as she is astounded by the crowds and stands still, her tall and lithe, slender body held as straight as a ramrod, waiting for her friend to arrive.

Brekka slips in and moves to the back of the galleries to watch

On the sands, Jezabel clings, oh yes, she clings to both Areiah and Risli's hands, formerly self-assured healer now a squeamish Candidate, needing the support of her clutchmates. Green eyes flicker to the crowds, before blinking abruptly at the notice of rocking eggs -- "What're we supposed to do?" A frantic demand, as feet shuffle from the heat.

Tathyana looks out onto the sands, from where she standing she has a perfect view of the sands. She gasps when an eggs cracks....

Mahlia sits to watch closer and is awe-struch and quiet but meeps as the first crack is shown

Taree smiles as she sees another healer walk in. She waves over to Brekka.

Khyron comes up the stairs.

Paige comes up the stairs.

Seian is led in by Paige.

On the sands, Annalee shivers despite the head, moving to flank Thesy, smiling over at Conlan as she does. Eyes are diverted as the eggs crick and crack, and Harper pales but stands up straighter.

Brekka blushes and waves to Taree and moves to Sit by her shyly

On the sands, Salea nods to Enya, glad once again for her own boots. Glancing up, she lets out a sigh of relief..."we got here just in time...look at that, hatching already..."

On the sands, B'ran blinks and puts his hand up to his eyes. "White robes?" Oh /yah/. Glancing over at the egg he points, fat arm right in front of Nuff's view. "There's the first!" Don't ask where. It's behind his arm.

On the sands, Rania, red hair glinting in the waves of undulating heat, dances on tiptoes from a combination of nerves and the hot grains beneath her. Gaze resting in no place at once, she grins brightly. At her side, Salianne shakes her blond hair behind her and concentrates on a few egg in particular, mouth dropping open ungracefully for a moment.

Mirra's knee jabs into the small of Kiana's back as some less-than-polite person moves in behind her "you don't know whether to wish the best for them, or hope they'll come back to us do you?"

Brandon watches the sands with glowing blue eyes, at the movement of the egg he sighs and watches even more attently he shivers a little and tences waiting for some to hatch when they do he tences mroe if possible and waits for impression to some lucky person

On the sands, Kelvren shifts hot feet, bumping into another Candidate, he turns to see Adianna and he grins as he offers her a hand. "I think it'll be easier to face them all?" he suggests, the other hand gesturing to towards the multitude of rocking eggs.

Pyrene pokes Ewyrpin, "See? Funniest looking bronze I ever saw." She leans over the railing, "Go to Thesy!!" She has a weeks work of chores riding on this.

On the sands, Risli gasps as the first egg breaks, and he points. "Look! Look at her!" He grins, and fairly yanks at Jez's arm. "Isn't she lovely?"

On the sands, Enchanted Forest Egg dares tremble slightest in movements, rich nature hued shell moving to catch light and show gleam for moment before stilling again amid rest of clutch.

Gwenna reaches out for Ilyena's hand, so excited and nervous for the candidates she can barely keep still.

On the sands, Infernoth blinks in tandem with his rider. Blink. Blinkblink. A daughter green. And isn't she just marvelous. He croons surprised encouragement to the youngster, still trying to take all this in.

On the sands, Conlan takes a step backward, surprised as always by the force of a dragonet breaking shell. "Look," he breathes, in honest appreciation of the event.

On the sands, Thesy turns back and gets a hold of Annalee's hand, pulling her a little closer, "Look Anna! A green!" A nervous chuckles escapes the usually so calm girl, "They really got us here just in time!"

Ilyena clings to Gwenna's hand and grins excitedly.

"Shasta!" Silvera exclaims, beaming at the said rider, "Other than G'rwin, I haven't-" Yes widen as the first eggs crack, hatchlings do their thang, and the cool, calm look is dropped. "A green first! T'means good luck!"

Paige keeps at tight hold on Seian's hand - Faranth know what'll happen if she looses him! She points to the sands, indicating the green to Seian. "Look!"

On the sands, Adianna takes Kelvren's hand, "Thank you." she then nods, "It would be, wouldn't it!" she turns to face the eggs and gets a surprise, "These eggs don't want to wait!"

Mirella huddles close to her friends, "Look

On the sands, "I have no idea.." Areiah mumbles, this reply directed at Jezabel. Probably. Though judging by the Candidate's dazed, excited state, it's hard to say for sure. She, too, clings as much for support as for togetherness. "The first dragon." Obviously.

On the sands, Crystal Moon Wandering Green Dragonet
Metal fire ices this sylph in arctic light, beryl crystallized into deep, mirrored color, iridescent infinity. Tundra highlights glow unwavering at her powerful haunches, stardust dispersing across her more prominent headknobs which form a haloed triumvirate, balanced as compass points. Viridian sparks light her neckridges, vermeil gilding sleek valkyrie wings lifting skyward, arrowed shapes like air rendered visible. Pilot's confidence and poise marks her carriage, her gaze determined and level, always seeking the horizon.

Teza shakes her hair out with a quick hand, removing her gloves even as she strides over to a few other riders. Standing over Silvera, she grins and clears her throat. "Mind if I sit, Silvera? Can I sit?"

Gwenna giggles and gasps all at once..."Look at it...the first hatching!!"

On the sands, Annalee breaks into a grin, spotting the grin that Thesy pointed out. "I know!!! Isn't she beautiful?? A song in dragon flesh..."

Clia looks around, her ears being hammered by sounds on all sides, and attempts to say something to Selina.

G'rwin quietly corrects Silvera, "I thought a bronze first meant good luck, Silvie?"

On the sands, Seldor clings to that girl, gasping and nearly falling over as the egg hatches. "Oooo! It's a green!" Bright boy, he is, as his grip continues to hang onto the girl's arm, causing her blond pigtails to swing.

On the sands, Jayhon appears from the entrance to make his way towards the Candidates, the sidelines of the semi-circle surrounding the eggs. All the while mopping sweat from his eyes -- moving aside tousled hair to only succeed in mussing it yet more. All the while feeling self-conscious, one of the oldest of the Candidates, as he shifts uneasily, eyes on the moving eggs.

Seian hide a hiccup behind his hand a sweetstick. He peers off in the direction Paige points and grins, "ooh"

Kiralen leans foward exitedly

Ilyena gasps at the dragonets!

Mahlia oohs as the green is revealed

B'oat slides in, shys away from Silvera and sits near Paige and Seian. "A green hatched first? And a beauty at that!"

On the sands, Kelvren lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. "Look Adianna!" he says in a near whisper as he points to the first dragonet. "A green!" Admiring the awkward newborn, he grins. "A beauty."

On the sands, No /duh/. But Shaela doesn't say that, of course, mouth frozen in 'ooh' shape as the first dragonets begin to appear. Instead, an excited squeal is emitted, and bare feet do a hop-skip on the hot sands. "Shells.." she finally gets out in breathless tone.

Eyes stay foreward, though, as G'rwin continues his long conversation with his lifemate...

On the sands, Niyanne's feet shuffle, kicking more sand over them, rather then releaving the heat just now noticed. "Isn't she pretty?" Sorta snowish or something. "No, that's what she came /out/ of." A shell, that is. Not many, but singular -- Though there's plenty of shells on the sands, really.

Kiana shrugs slightly, grimacing at the unexpected blow, "Ouch! Well, y'know...I dunno." A master wordsmith is Kiana, particularly in expressing opinion eloquently.

Teza looks over at G'rwin, speaking up in support of Silvera with a grin. "To a green rider, of course a green is good luck," Winking, she tucks her gloves under belt, leaning forward slightly to look at the sands.

"No, green," Silvera contrudicts, firmly. "Green's the best. Teza!!!" Silvera looks up, the grin on her face widening, as she shuffles along. "Make room, move over... Sit down, Teza..."

On the sands, Satopar hides off in one part of the circle, mumbling fervently to himself under his breath and hands clutch white robe so hard his knuckles match the white.

On the sands, "Oh, she certainly is!" Thesy nods at Annalee, then turns to the boy on her other side, whispering, "I hope they didn't count with a bronze to hatch first."

On the sands, "It's the first dragon.. and a green," Jez gasps towards Areiah and Risli, stating the obvious as her fingers dig in -- almost painfully -- before loosening their grasp with a self-conscious movement, and a blush, "Sorry." She mumbles, before remembering to breathe. That /is/ something important, "She's pretty.." Ayup.

Shasta cranes her neck around another spectator, leaning in her seat upon the bench; she sees, indeed, the green dragonet and smiles admiringly. "Green it is! -- but, oh, there's Teza. /Teza/! Over here!" The other greenrider is beckoned, with Shasta standing to motion towards the woman.

On the sands, Crystal Moon Wandering Green Dragonet gives her rump a shake, letting egg goo, shell fragments, and sand fly. Yes, now and forever, she will not be one for neatness, but only right at this moment, those things do not matter. Collecting her pose, she begins scanning that sea of white. What? Is everyone looking at her, now? Perfect! She always wanted to be a star!

On the sands, Tylendel grins at fellow candidates, expression gaining a semblance to usual calmness. He casts an affectionate smile down at Areiah, giving her hand a little squeeze, and lifts their joined hands in the direction of dragonet. "Isn't she lovely?"

Hullania on Ewyrpin's other side nudges him, "Think she'll go to Rania?" Ewyrpin peers, "Shaela." He says. First come, first serve and the pick of the candidates is obviously their fellow weyrbrat.

Paige smiles at her fellow herders and points our Risli to Seian. "He's from herder hall!" she smiles, lifting Master 'Mels kiddling up so he can see.

Bronwyn walks in.

Green. Cindanna hrmphs faintly, with all the sagely knowledge of an Istan-born former weyrbrat. Lovely, yes, but just wait for those mating flights. No thank you.

On the sands, "Indeed," Adianna breaths softly, "I wonder who she'll go to." she squeezes Kelvren's hand again, "Best of luck!"

Kiana scootches over, nudging at G'rwin, "Couldja move a little to the right? I'm crunched!"

On the sands, D'renn moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

Bronwyn enters hurriedly, taking a seat near the few other weavers she recognizes.

On the sands, Urban Jungle Egg wobbleshakes, rattles, no roll. Beneath the shadow of its belly deep in the sand only the tiniest grains are displaced. Not time yet.

On the sands, Conlan shakes his head. "It almost never happens, Thes. Statistically improbable." Oh, like Conlan knows so much.

On the sands, Annalee suddenly grins again, eyes widening. "Thesy, watch her!! Just like a singer stepping out onto the stage!" Candiharper grins, unconciously shifting from foot to foot. Hot hot hot...

On the sands, Mists of Avalon Egg is not going to stay still for long. No. no. Perhaps just a bit longer.

Seian oohs, from his new hight and wavies to the herder candidate.

On the sands, Kamaria casts around for a sand-buddy, even as the first dragon -and a green at that- breaks shell. "Oh my..." Side step here, tip toe there...Kamaria's going to master the dance of the sands. And look, there's Jezabel, along with several of the more familiar candidates.

On the sands, Areiah giggles in spite of herself, shaking her head at Jezabel in silent dismissal of the apology. Another beamed smile is turned upward on her friend, Tylendel's hand being soundly squeezed. "She's gorgeous. Positively gorgeous." Again, obviously. Nerves cause incoherency, a fact proven by the now-babbling Candidate.

On the sands, Seldor watches with wide eyes, hopping back and forth, nearly tugging that girl along with her. "Lookie, 'Sagi. Isn't she...." Wait. He's suppose to be nervous. And he's starting to be, as that dragonet's gaze looks 'round. "She isn't going to move, is she?"

Teza edges her way into a seat with her shoulders, wiggling a foot through a gap to a place where she can see. "Hello Shasta," she calls over a few other spectators. "Beatiful green down there, isn't she?"

On the sands, "Shaela, look over there -- That one egg." Niyanne makes a brief gesture towards the misted egg, hotfooting it in an truely unconcious dance. "Kamaria, I've got a hand if you want?"

On the sands, And so raspberry creeps - as well as D'renn can manage to make an unobtrusive entrance - onto the Sands. Sidling along the edge of the cavern, he heads for Salea..

On the sands, Jayhon shakes his hair out of his face, blinking uncertainly in the light of the sands, while stepping self-consciously back, bumping into a grey-eyed girl before shaking his head in abrupt apology, stammering, "Sorry.." as all the while, he shifts his feet -- eek, it's /hot/ on here, and bare feet don't work. Green dragonet is watched, timidly 'neath the concealing strands of hair.

On the sands, Zirade oohs, standing on tip-toe as she gazes out at the newly hatched green. "She's just lovely, isn't she?"

Brandon is near the sands but doesn't feel much of the heat, kind boy is rather emotional about things like birth, he sits stone still watching, as the green moves he stops breathing for the moment, after a minute and a feeling of woozyness he breaths again and leans a wee bit more forward

Paige waves to Teza, a friend of hers and sister to Journeywoman Anya. B'oat slaps her hand down. HE doesn't want to be seen by a certain proddy green rider.... Paige just grins and adds her encouragement for Risli to Seian's.

On the sands, Kumiko peers over to D'renn, only mouthing, "You're late." She can see that clashing rasberry from here. Still, eggs are watched, green in particular, stance shifted.

On the sands, Kelvren gives the girl beside him bright smile, squeezing her hand gently back. "Best of luck to you too." he says, smoothing the front of his ill fitting robe down so that he might look a bit more presentable. For the eyes of those watching in the galleries at least, if not for whatever dragon may be waiting.

Silvera doesn't know about those mating flights, she's never going to be proddy... yeah, right. "Can't have too many greens. Can't see a candidate who deserves her, tho." The grin converts to a frown, suddenly, and she grumpily stares at it.

On the sands, Mists of Avalon Egg drifts as fog, thick and grey, to continue to distort and occlude the petite dragonet struggling within. A determined push of a snub little snout; the shove and push of broad haunches and lashing, impatient tail; the bright flash of ebony talons and sharp, tiny teeth -- the battle continues between dragon and egg until with the sharp crack of lightning, the dream breaks free.

On the sands, Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet
Sapphire strokes the slender lines of a night-dreamt form, playing along the vibrancy of this slim-cut dragonet's sleight, thief-quick frame. Drenched in shadow, watercolors of azure and indigo merge and melt into the dreamscape of his swirling hide, while erratic shafts of tamed lightning twist and twine along his sleek, roguish flanks. Just as chaotic, moonlight frosts the classical contours of muzzle and profile, while stray stardust is tossed like wishes about his rounded headknobs, across the tops of sickle-curved neckridges, and down through the midnight hours that darken his twice charmed tail. Paper-thin wingsails shimmer with illustrious silver, as sharp as the infinite sparkle retained in those wide and mischievous eyes.

On the sands, Thesy grins, giving Annalee's hand a light squeeze, "Once a harper, always a harper, eh?" Feet are shifted as sand starts to /really/ burn them, she doesn't care any longer what others may think. "Hm, I thought it happened quite often, Connie."

Clia decides to walk outside for a minute, to get away from all the noise and people.

On the sands, Jezabel nods agreement towards Areiah, "Yep, she -is- pretty," the healer agrees, giving the hand another reassuring squeeze -- more for her benefit, than for Areiah's, "So, we just sit here.. and wait, or what?" she asks, voice a hoarse whisper, as another dragonet appears, "Look, a /blue/!" Again, she states the obvious, tugging at Risli's hand.

Seian hiccups again, and had removed the sweetstick just in time "Wha' name?" he means of the herder he's been waving too.

Clia goes out.

On the sands, Shaela bobs her head eagerly, raven frizz bouncing into sparkling eyes. "Yah, kinda," she agrees with the taller candidate beside her. Eyes then slide easily to the egg to which Niyanne refers, the rocking motion being noted.. and then the shattering. "Niya.. it hatched," she notes dumbly. "Blue."

On the sands, Annalee tears her eyes away from the Crystal Moon Green long enough to watch the amazing blue that explodes from his shell. "Thesy look at /him/!!" she nearly screeches, eyes wide. "Isn't he /handsome/?"

On the sands, Risli whistles low as the little blue appears, and looks at Jezabel. "He's a fine one, isn't he?" An insane need to babble threatens to overwhelm him, and he giggles most un-Risli-like, while casting a gaze at the little green as she admires her fans.

On the sands, "Niyanne?" Kamaria turns on heel, almost barreling right past the weaver-turned-candidate. "Thankyou!" Simply said, she latches onto the hand, a wide beam dancing across sweat beaded features.

Paige grins and gasps. What a lovely blue. B'oat's eyes unfocus as he and Shippith remember THEIR impression. Paige smiles at Seian. "Risli."

On the sands, Lani curls her hand into a fist at one of the Harpers -- Bugle, the noisy Harper apprentice. He's noticeably quietened. One might even say quelled. At the weyrwoman's gesture, he smiles weakly, but bony shoulders straighten and backbone stiffens. "Harpers are as Harpers do," Bugle puts into Thesy and Annalee. Loudly. Not quelled anymore, nope.

On the sands, D'renn shifts up next to Kumiko, and decides to ignore Salea. "Yeah... got sent to Igen to give a message to" *mumble* "and then someone's green rose. Trydanth chased." D'renn's concerns are far more important of course than the fact a new blue just hatched. Look at that smug grin.

Pyrene shudders, "A blue, this could be scary." Pol and Wal hum happily from her shoulders while she nervously scans the sands. "I can just see 'Rade impressing a blue, and then we'll be in trouble." Zirade can be scary enough as it is.

Khyron leans against the doorframe, avidly keeping an eye on the sands, every few moments glacing over at Alycia with a quick smile...

Teza leans forward slightly, ingnoring all comments about proddy and mating flights with the hint of a blush. "Not a bad looking blue either," she remarks, breaking off the rest of her sentance as she spots a wave. Returning Paige's wave with a grin and a nod, she wiggles a little bit more to make a bit more room. "Always so crowded at hatchings.."

On the sands, Annalee looks up, sending a grin Bugle's way. "How true that is!"

On the sands, Salea mms, watching the pageant of dragons unfold before her...Blue...Green...Noting D'renn new costume, she sighs, "At least you could try not to clash with the hatchlings?" she asks playfully.

Seian wavies harder, and smiles, "bwue"

On the sands, Conlan gasps. "Oh, Thesy-- that's the most beautiful blue dragonet I have ever seen," he says softly. They will all be the most beautiful dragonets he has ever seen, of course.

On the sands, Gasp, shiver, dance -- Niyanne performs all three actions, eyes locked upon the just hatched blue. "He's handsome, isn't he?" Shake again, and both Kamaria and Shaela's hands are squeezed tight, then grip is loosened -- Wouldn't do to hurt them badly, now.

On the sands, Adianna wows at the latest dragonet, "He's beautiful!" she exclaims, then hushes and wonders if she shouldn't help quiet.

Bronwyn angles for a better view of Niyanne on the sands, smiling slightly to herself as she watches.

On the sands, Tylendel smiles again as more dragonets break free, his stance becoming slightly more bouncy as heat attacks the bare soles of his feet. However, his gaze drifts to rocking eggs, rather than remaining on any certain dragonet. <Will there be gold? Lots more greens? Mostly blues? How many bronze? And brown?> Hectic thoughts chase themselves through his face and are reflected in stormy quality to light green eyes.

On the sands, "Conlan!" Awed by the little blue, Thesy now even starts pulling at her friends robe, "Just look at him!" Blue eyes are fixed on the dragonet, "He's awesome!"

On the sands, Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet shakes himself free of the egg and bellows -- loudly -- at the mess he made : look at that? Isn't he great? He shakes off the last of the shell shards and misted cage, likewise shaking open those starry starry wings. Thus settled, he moves in a staggering zig-zag towards the candiadtes, blinking at this new sensation called light.

On the sands, D'ante leans toward Lani. "They really do look well, don't they?" He gestures, awed, toward new-hatched green and blue both. Infernoth just continues to look shell-shocked and settles down, paws crossed, to observe in gobsmacked silence.

Shasta agrees -- "Indeed!" -- with Teza, and only occasionally gives Silvera a glance; no, her attention is at the moment otherwise occupied: on the dragonets below. "A rather lovely blue... and I wonder who each will find. I don't recognize any of the candidates."

Alycia looks at the hatching sands intently, narrowed eyes shaded by her narrow, capable hand, rings glittering in the light, leaning her tall frame against Khyron's with an answering smile and a softly voiced remark, murmured into his ear.

On the sands, Crystal Moon Wandering Green Dragonet sets off across the Sands, investigating all those legs sticking out from under fluttering white robes. Long ones, skinny ones, hairy ones, knobby ones.... None of them are good enough for /her/. She keeps looking for the perfect ones. And maybe what is attached to them will be perfect too.

On the sands, Savannah Sunset Egg bulges faintly, sunset colours shimmering for the merest moment.

On the sands, Conlan nods. "Yeah, I was looking at him," he replies to the girl.

Brekka watches just watches saying nothing

Pyrene covers her ears at the noise, "Even sounds like Zirade. And what's that green doing? One of you go impress Thesy!"

On the sands, Kelvren looks past Adianna, following the looks of the other Candidates and gasps softly. "Look a blue too. They're really starting to come out now." he comments distractedly, slightly startled by the loud bellow from the dragonet. "That green's still wandering around though."

On the sands, "Gosh. Look at that." Up and down go delicate feet again, lifting and lowering Areiah in a rapid, if ungraceful pattern. Tugging lightly at Tylendel's hand, she moves to the side a bit, closer to Jezabel as she motions toward the blue. "Did you hear that bellow?" As though she could have missed it. "This is amazing. I've hever.." The sentance hangs, and she shakes her head, trying in vain to look everywhere at once.

Kiralen falls asleep.

On the sands, "A fine one indeed," Jez agrees with Risli, loosing her hand's grip on Risli's to stop, flicking another strand of now sweat-streaked hair back from temples, before the hand returns, giving an apologetic squeeze for the absence, "I'm so nervous.." she whispers, voice faint.

On the sands, Short little Rania continues her light hip-skop-dance, almond-shaped eyes widening unbelieveably as a green appears, and a beauty at that! A soft, romantic sigh breaks from her lips.

On the sands, Annalee giggles slightly, sapphire eyes flicking from Green to Blue to Green again as she clenches tight to Thesy's hand. "They're both so gorgeous... Thesy, have you ever seen any more gorgeous dragons?" Okay Harper, come up with some more interesting words. Eyes tear away from the Starry Blue long enough to follow the Moon Green as she hophobbles on long legs from one foot to the other.

Mirella goes home.

On the sands, Adianna shrugs, "I've never heard of a dragon without a mate...she'll find someone." she shifts her feet, partially out of heat, partially out of nervousness.

On the sands, "Mmmhmm," Shaela remarks, violet gaze scanning the new arrival up and down before turning to eye a nearby brown. A squeeze of encouragement is returned, though -- Shae has no such reservations about injuring her fellow candidates in her excitement.

Daleva watches the candidates out on the sands, picking out those she knows fairly well witha sime. Then turns her attention to the newly hatched dragons, trying to tell where they are or will be heading.

On the sands, Seldor whimpers -- oh Faranth, she's looking at legs, his robe is too short, and he's gotta go. /Now/. "'Sagi... think the'd notice if I... well... you know...." Ahem. He doesn't complete his sentance, but the smith turned candidate's shuffle becomes a bit more pronounced.

On the sands, Jayhon is tall, a bit too tall in the crowd, as he stands out -- though not meaning to be conscpicuous -- white robe hanging loosely off of frame, as he again bats aside errant strands of hair. Feet twitch in the sands, as he takes a reluctant step forwards at another Candidate's push, "Hey, watchit!"

On the sands, Risli squeezes Jezabel's hand lightly. "You'll be fine," he assures her, voice squeaking in denial of his tone. Violet eyes watch both hatchlings and a hand comes up to wipe sweat from his brow.

G'rwin carefully moves onto one of the nearby ledges.

On the sands, Kumiko listens, before she makes a slight grimace. Something is muttered, most likely the flight's result, before she murmurs, "Interesting green... striking blue, too."

On the sands, Heathery Brigadoon Egg continues it's mild rocking, working it's way deeper into snug sands, even as it's movement pushes sand away.

Teza grins broadly, continuing to lean forward. "I know three or four of those candidates, all of whom I would love to impress that lovely green or blue. Silvera, you know anyone down there?"

On the sands, Enchanted Forest Egg twist - simply twists - in place, only managing to wiggle further into sands from effort, rich hued shell rippling only slightest as it again stills to rest again. patience.

On the sands, Crystal Moon Wandering Green Dragonet siezes upon The One. Nudging aside a bevy of blonde-haired girls, sending them sprawling with pigtails flying, she turns jeweled green eyes towards icy blue, looking to Seldor in answer to her wordless question. This one and his perfect knees will be mine. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

On the sands, Loud, isn't he? Niyanne shivers, tightening grip again. "Gosh.." It's beginning to get a little hot out here. "My feet are roasting." Hot-footed dance is begin again, an attempt made at not kicking more sand over top of planted foot.. But it fails, a little. But it's still enough to cool them down.

Seian smiles happily, "eggies too" He mentions, as if no one else would have noticed

Beram nudges the little girl next to him who is chanting "Risli!" under her breath, "Didn't you hear what he did to the cheese when the candidates made dinner? You don't want him having a ready source of fire." Pyrene, overhearing, nods gloomily across the line.

Cindanna carefully moves onto one of the nearby ledges.

On the sands, Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet zigs left. Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet Zags right. Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet trails his tail across the sands and heads directly for a tight little group of canididates. Quick he is, and small, even new-born, but he manages quite well with those big feet and too-large wings. Still, he is obviously barely in control and woe be it to anyone getting in his way. Way? This way. The little blue zigzags his way right into the crowd.

Paige nods. Very good! "Yup, blue...There are lots of eggs, with lots of colors! I wonder what color Risli will impress." optimisitic girl, is Paige.

On the sands, Conlan's attention is caught by the foresty egg, the one he liked so much. "It's moving."

On the sands, "Of course," Lani replies to D'ante, and a skein of faint...relief colours her tone. She crinkles her eyes with her smile. "Infernoth's a fine sire."

Jaiym walks in.

On the sands, "You think I will be fine?" asks Jez, shifting nervously again -- it's hard to stay still with the sands so hot 'neath her feet, as she watches with only a touch of envy as green dragonet Impresses, "Congratulations, Seldor!" she calls. Nudging Areiah, she grins, "Which egg do you like the best, anyway?"

On the sands, B'ran peers up into the sands. Is it, could it be Garwin? The bronzer waves. Over the crowd. Over the heat. Over the eggs. Over the rainbow. Wait. No Rainbow. "Gar..." Knot? "G'rwin!" His voice booms over the sands, prolly still unheard in the noisy distance. Wavewave! Then that /tall/ candidate gets in his way. Jahon.

On the sands, Kamaria nods in agreement, eyes flickering from blue to green and back again. "Ow..." An elbow in nudged in Niyanne's direction. "Not so hard..." Though accompanied by a grin. She understands, of course. "Look, there's Teejay, Shaela...how do they know?" Two topics, once sentence. True Kamaria style.

On the sands, Thesy excitedly jostles through a group of sturdy candidates, apologizing to the left and the right, realizing a little belatedly that she's dragging Annalee with her and quickly lets go of her hand. But she has to get another look at that sparkling blue!

On the sands, Annalee turns her eyes away as the Moon Green apparantly claims one of her fellow Candies, watching the Starry Starry Blue now. Harper blue. Gorgeous blue. Harper's hand tugs on Thesy's, shooting a look of nervous anticipation to Conlan and Thesy both. "You two doin' alright?"

"Not one." Silvera announces, voice touched with disgust. "Hmp. They could have made an effort to meet me before the eggs hatched." Riiiighhht. "Who do you know?"

On the sands, Seldor squeals, watching as Usagi is knocked over, before he winces. That green. She's right there, she's looking, she... huh? "What's that, Moonth? No, no... I can hold it." So says S'lor, as he reaches out to scratch one of Moonth's eyeridges.

Polite cheers and applause come from the children at Seldor's impression with one little girl in the middle going wild. It seems Ranae was betting on the right candidate for the first impression. Cookies, marks and (most treasured of all) a Llama baby are passed along the line and into her chubby grubby little hands.

On the sands, Tylendel barely notices Areiah's movement, as he himself is craning his neck every which way to see the latest dragonets. He spots one quite lovely blue as well and grins, somehow reminded of someone. A grin flashes across his face at his first sight of Impression, and he starts to call out a hasty congrats but decides the distance is just too far. Shrugging, he follows the blue's movements instead.

On the sands, Pyramids of Giza Egg twitches, if slightly, before going back to the monolith it is, refusing to budge from its spot. Only a slight nudge, as it were.

On the sands, Enchanted Forest Egg trembles, stilling for one long...moveless moment, until shell of neighboring egg clanks against it, causing mere sliver of crack to spread hesitantly efforts increase with wobbles and shakes.

On the sands, Saoirse nods in response to Kumiko's comment, wrinkling her nose at an unheard Siulth-comment from the viewing ledges above. "Aye... The blue's striking alright. Fresh out o' the egg an' Siulth's already lookin'." Daft eejit green. "Ach look. The green's picked." She points sandwards; Seldor-wards.

Aife comes up the stairs.

On the sands, Adianna claps over at Seldor's direction, a twinge of /something/ in her gut. Well, she reasons, there are many others. She whispers softly, "They make a good pair."

Seian hmms then takes the sweetstick out of his mouth. Able to talk properly, "he, bwue" he predicts, because he likes that color.

On the sands, "Oh, good show, Seldor!" Risli calls, grinning. "She's a real beauty." He turns back to the eggs, and squeezes Jez's hand again. "I do. Really." Eyes search the sand, eyes locking on the little ruined egg, breath held in hope.

On the sands, Niyanne grimaces, and nods, loosening death-grip on Kamaria's hand a slight amount. "Oh, congrats, um.." What's his name? Doesn't matter. "Sorry, Kamma. Didn't mean to?" Yes, she did -- It was deliberate. Heh. Eyes still track blue dragonet's movements across the sands, flicking over to other eggs at random intervals.

On the sands, Annalee squawks as she's being pulled, then as her hand is let go she immediately grabs Thesy's again. "Don't worry about dragging me, I don't mind!"

Paige smiles. Seldor got the green. "Congrats!" she calls. She don't know him, but congrats anyways. B'oat applauds quietly - 'nuff noise in here anyways. Shippith bugles his congratulations from the ledge to the green.

On the sands, Conlan swallows. "That orangey one is moving, too," he reports to Thesy, who may or may not be paying any attention to him at all.

On the sands, Enchanted Forest Egg rocks, the shady shell frolicking in crashed contact with its neighbors. Branches quivir, needle-sharp slivers fall, and with a last heave the mulchy egg gives way to this newborn green.

On the sands, Renaissance New Moon Green Dragonet
Moonlit mint roils in restless rivulets across this dragonet's hide, bathed in a feathery frost that limns the edges of her wingsails and curves shimmering crescents along the definition of her hindquarters and rounded belly. Smooth musculature stretches, taut, over her rambling frame; it's etched with the jagged line of silver-woven 'ridges that crests her spine and mirrors the sharpness of wingspars' jut. Icy rime crystallizes along her delicate head, beading into the whirling nimbuses of beguiling eyes; warmer for the puckish spark that lights each.

On the sands, Kumiko ponders, "Moonith... odd green. Odder weyrling." She suddenly feels for Salea, but she manages to rock back on her heels. "Quite the show... and another green." Zenzorath will be thrilled.

On the sands, "Seldor! Congratulations!" Areiah finds her voice in time, fortunately, to call the elated cheer to fellow Candidate and friend. Watching for a long moment as the first Impression is made, appearing almost starstruck, the young woman smiles. Magic. Fingers twist and tighten 'round Tylendel's hand as she watches her fellows, then the eggs, then the dragonets. So much to take in at once. A breath, then, almost a gasp; "Oh, Ty, look!"

Alycia 's hand gestures, as she points out familiar shapes on the sweltering sands, earnestly explaining something to him in her smoky deep voice, nodding her head to emphasize and stress her points, long tresses flying with movement, long fingers flickering in the air, as she is involved in describing to Khyron, a newcomer to an area, and a first-time witness of a gloriuos, heart-wrenching , emotional event.

Paige gasps. Another green? "What colors that?" she asks pointing to the newly emerged hatchling.

On the sands, Zirade cheers to the first Impressed pair! "Oh, way to go!" That Seldor, she always knew he'd make a good greenrider. "Oh, and another green. Lovely, isn't she?"

Seian oohs, "Impwess" he grins happily and imitates Paige, "Congwa's!"

On the sands, "S'lor, and Moonth?" Jez breathes, pausing slightly while regarding the new pairing with a grin of congratulations, a wave at S'lor, before turning now to inspect the hatchlings now erupting from the sands, nervously. Her hands tighten on Risli and Areiah's, the only trace of her roiling emotions save for the tautness of the features of her face.

On the sands, "Oh shells, here we go...." D'renn's attention is abruptly dragged to the just-Impressed green. "Umm. Right. Over here!" shouts the assistant 'lingmaster loudly, easy to spot in his reddishpink leathers. And oh look... another green!

On the sands, Annalee stumbles in her steps as another green hatches--could it be possible, this one's even more beautiful? "Thesy, /look/!" Trembling hand is pointed to the New Moon Green. "Look..." Voice is soft, admiring.

On the sands, Kelvren nods back to Adianna, his face hiding the twist of slight disappointment he felt inside. "They do seem well matched." he admits though, giving the happy pair a wave of congratulations. Glancing back over the mounds of sand, he nods back towards the eggs. "Another one, maybe this one will come near us?"

On the sands, Shaela lost the poor boy somewhere in the rush to the sands, it seems, yet eyes do search the nearby Teejay out now, and hand reaches out to grab him by the elbow. "Teeeeeej," she beams excitedly up at the good-looking boy. "Look! Impression!" So she's little and she has a crush. She's allowed to act like a wherry.

Teza squints a little, leaning forward even further and supporting herself on a herder's shoulders. "Well, I know Jezabel, Annalee of course, and a few of those others look familar, but I just can't tell. Oh my! Well... That beautiful green impressed and another hatches."

On the sands, Bugle pulls his rough linen shift tighter over his broad shoulders and sings his congratulations to S'lor in a tuneless ululation. Not all harpers can hold a tune, it seems.

Swish, swish. Aife brushes firelizarsd out of her hair, and her skirt, and squishes through hordes of people in the hopes of getting a spot close enough to actually see the sands. "What'd I miss?" she demands of those around her, bouncing on her toes to see over their heads.

Seian hmms, "gween?"

Pyrene peers down, "Another green. Annalee maybe? She has a green lizard." She's got a blue too, but Pyrene's not focussing on blues right now. Too worried that Zirade or worse, Conlan will impress one.

On the sands, Adianna shrugs, "It possibly will come. But that's her choice, not ours..." she shifts again and takes a deep breath.

On the sands, Salea catches S'lor's eyes with a wave, and ushers both him and Moonth off to one side, out of the way.."Congratdualtions!"

'Impwess'. In't that just bless??? B'oat Ruffles the kiddling's hair and watches the little blue. Who will he choose?

On the sands, Risli oohs. "Look at that one!" he calls to Jezabel. "She's so beautiful!" But he's said that before, and probably will again. But his gaze is fixed on the little green, and breath is exhaled in awe.

On the sands, Brought back to reality, Thesy laughs, "Sorry, Anna, didn't mean to!" Hurridly she takes a few steps back until she takes her old place beside Conlan again, "The orangey, Con? Where is it?" Raising to the tips of her toes, Thesy tries to get a better view.

On the sands, Conlan congratulates S'lor with a wave of his hands and an encouraging nod, but his attention is on eggs and hatchlings, eggs and hatchlings.

On the sands, "Ooh, another green!" Niyanne gives excited exclamation, too lost in the nervousness of the moment to notice the fact that she's acting sorta.. strange. "What d'you think of her?" Neither of her two hand-clutching partners is the question directed to, specifically, but to both. In, ah, general. "She's pretty, isn't she?"

Brekka ooohs softly

On the sands, Annalee looks back long enough to call her congratulations to S'lor and his new lifemate before turning back, clutching Thesy's arm as she follows back to Conlan.

Turning to regard Silvera, Shasta purses her lips into an amused smile. "Met you? My dear, this isn't an Istan Hatching: you do know that we are, indeed, at High Reaches?" Unfortunately, for the time it takes her to note this, the first green has chosen and Impressed, though her dark eyes shift back to the grounds in time to spy the newest green. "Another green."

Paige nods at Seian. "Yup, green. Lovely one too."

On the sands, Jayhon stumbles, pausing before bumping into another Candidate -- ungainly tallness not an asset though it provides him with a view -- "Sorry," he calls towards a mousy-haired young woman, before scooting forwards at another bump, trailing distraught Candidates in his path, though non-intentionally while he tries, /struggles/, to escape to the sidelines again.

On the sands, Renaissance New Moon Green Dragonet spills form shell to tumble across sand, pausing for one long moment to lift frosty sheened head with shake. Wide whirring eyes turn to sea of white with start nudging dragonet to feet. But not bugling a word, green takes first wobbled step to stand.

On the sands, Conlan feels the tug on his arm and points. "Over there. See? The one with all the dusty pointy shapes on it." He points toward the pyramid egg.

On the sands, Tylendel actually chuckles at that, though his own eyes betray a similar awe, "It's wonderful, isn't it?" He sidesteps closer to Areiah and Jezabel, face bright as a fool's -- no nonchalance here!

On the sands, Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet might be harper blue, but then he could just be Starry Starry Night Blue. /His/ Blue. He claims it, bugling one again in a loud, quick, squeaky sort of way and tumbles his sparkly little self towards the knot of candidates who obviously appreciate him. With a rogue's charm, the tiny little dragonet comes to stop in front of a trio or more. One, tall and thin, the other strong and straight, the third, stocky and dark. With not-so-innocent eyes, the little dragon peers at the lot of you.

On the sands, Savannah Sunset Egg shifts again, rocking on its axis and tilting to one side; a landscape slightly off-kilter

On the sands, Seven Shades of Nirvana Egg wobbles slightly in its spot, stretching, setting the sand around it into gentle concentric rings. Are those little cracks forming? No, no, that's just a trick of the light.

On the sands, Outer Banks Egg twirls a tad, and then settles back upon its axis...no, not yet...but soon.

On the sands, Thesy cranes her neck, her gaze following the dorection given by Conlan, "Oh yes! Now I can see it!"

Khyron slides his arm about Alycia's waist, listening intently as she speaks, watching as each dragonet emerges from its shell... eyes locked on the small beings in fascination, an absent smile palys itself across his lips...

Seian grins happily, "Bwess" he repeates what B'oat had said.

On the sands, Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet rears up, fanning wide his wings and occluding the eggs. Can't see them, can only see /me/.

Paige offers the kiddling a -- no joke! -- green and blue sweetstick, to suck on while he watches. "Go Risli!!!" she calls cheerfully, Bluerider cousin watching silently beside her.

Teza chuckles softly, leaning back a little and releaving the poor herders' shoulders. "Well, I can't help but hope that Annalee does impress, and to a green. Seems to be a thing, that I've noticed. Harper women who impress do so to greens."

Talixa walks in.

Viktor walks in.

On the sands, Annalee watches both dragons, eyes now following the Starry Starry Blue as he wanders hither and thither, heart in her throat. "Oh, /where/ is he going?..." One strand of blue-black hair is pushed back anxiously as she shifts from foot to foot.

Sharrasi walks in.

On the sands, Awha? Shaela's grip remains tight on Teejay -- she's not going to lose him again -- as she turns to obesrve Niya's next object of adoration. "That green there?" she inquires, hoping that she's studying the correct one. Because the one she's looking at isn't exactly.. good-looking.

On the sands, Heathery Brigadoon Egg stills, resting comfortably where it is. Flick, flick of sand as an already hatched sib wanders past and striations appear.

Seian pops the sweetstick in his mouth, having finished the first. He's being /very/ spoiled.

Ranae, carried away by her winnings, cheers on Niyanne for the green, while Pyrene watches the blue in spite of herself. "Please, not Conlan. Pick somebody quiet like..." A quiet candidate? Unlikely.

Utoxin comes up the stairs.

On the sands, Conlan laughs, his vision cut off by a perfect blue wingspar. "I think he's a real attention-getter too," he says to Thesy, desperately trying to keep his tone light and conversational.

On the sands, Kamaria misses congratulating the first pair, most likely out of pure absent mindedness. "What was that...oh, yes, she is a beauty!" The young woman gives a slight tug. "It's hot, hot, hot...why can't eggs harden on nice, cool sand?" There's no logic there, but it works for Kam. "Shall we get closer?"

On the sands, Thesy stiffens, every fibre of her body taut as the blue appears right before her very eyes.

On the sands, "That's /the/ most wonderful green," whispers Jez, not at all self-conscious, or even -embarassed- of the unabashed admiration showing in her eyes -- the green has a right to that -- before nudging at Risli and Areiah, grinning at Tylendel, "S'beautiful, isn't she?" Feet play hop-scotch on the sands while this is voiced, losing out on much of dignity, while she squeezes the two Candi's hands fiercely.

On the sands, Kelvren whispers over to Adianna once more, something to do while they're waiting. Really, he's just a bit nervous, the emotions not only from hismef but all the others around him. "I think that blue might be going for Thesy?" he suggests.

On the sands, D'ante beams broadly, patting his lifemate's forearm in pleased acceptance of the weyrwoman's complement. Not that Infernoth notices. He's still stunned, jaw slightly agape. "And, ah. A fine mother, as well." D'ante returns the complement, if awkwardly.

Viktor sits down next to Taree, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Sorry we're late, Taree."

On the sands, Annalee is an interesting shade of white at this moment as she clings to Thesy, and now to Conlan too. "Look at that Blue, he looks like the stars just sprinkled over him..."

On the sands, Lost Spaceship Egg keels left, radar damaged with the sporadic lurches from within.

Sharrasi smiles as she comes into the Galleries with Viktor. She looks out over the sands as she finds a seat, looking for Annalee. She smiles at her sister, nodding. "Yes...Sorry about that.."

Brandon oo's a green impresses and he smiles, a blue wanders, he smiles broader, a green hatches, he trys to smile wider but it's not possible so he settles for a croon offly like his fire-lizards

On the sands, "/Nice/ blue," comes D'renn's barely audible comment of approval, from somewhere.

Taree nods, grinning. "It's alright you two.....Annalee's out there. Kamaria is too."

Brekka peers around to the other side of Taree at Viktor and nods then smiles to Sharrasi but remains very silent. Such a crowd.......

On the sands, Adianna shrugs back to him and qhispers, "We can hope. But he'll go to whoever is best.." she flexes her hands and adjusts her robe properly.

On the sands, "Yes, /her/. That one." No descriptive words are shade, instead Niyanne daring to loose hand from Shaela's for a moment to gesture towards the dragonet. "She's pretty." Blue is eyed for a moment, then attention is sent..else where. "I don't know, maybe they have to be on hot sands to harden?"

Utoxin slips in, and takes a seat.

On the sands, Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet stirs the air with that perfect blue wingspar, and then falls back to the sand with a light thud. He poses there, a charming cut of star-strew sky barely tethered to the demitasse of his little form. He glances left, he glances right, and then he takes a confident little half-step towards the tallest of the three, raising his nose towards Thesy's chin.

On the sands, Risli can only nod, eyes riveted. Eggs and hatchlings. That's all there is to it. A flutter in his stomach bodes no good, but like any performer, he stuggles it back down. After all, it wouldn't do to sick up on the Sands.

On the sands, Renaissance New Moon Green Dragonet slowly, ever so slowly, edges step forwards, hesistantly nudging past one candie then another, frosted mint green wingsails half splayed as dragonet quietly - well as quiet one can at hatching - prods through masses of white. In Search. For the One. but who?

On the sands, Urban Jungle Egg isn't cracked. Just a little looney. Well, in this madhouse what can one expect. And it's sitting next to lost Spaceship Egg. Enough said.

On the sands, Annalee looks over at Thesy, a bright grin nearly cracking her jaws. "THESY!!" Fellow candidate is pulled into a suffocating hug before she's let go, stepping back out of the way.

On the sands, "And it appears," Adianna says softly, "That Thesy is the best." she calls over to her friend, "He's wonderful, Thesy!"

On the sands, Lift, fall, lift, fall. There go Areiah's feet again. "Oh, she's /beautiful/," the Candidate gushes, leaning on Jezabel's shoulder now, pointing. "Look at her hide. Gosh. Every possible shade." She pulls soundly on Tylendel's hand before whirling, looking suddenly to Thesy with exubrant delight. Did the blue pick her dear friend from the others? It looks that way to her, certainly.

On the sands, Kelvren breaks into a wide smile, "Ha! I was right!" he cheers, "Way to go Thesy!" the guard turned Candidate calls over. "What's his name? What's his name?"

On the sands, Jayhon bumps into Rania, wincing slightly before stammering out a hasty apology, getting pushed forwards into the front, the StarSmith wincing at the heat of the sands befor enoticing Thesy's Impression, just in time to bump into Teejay, "Oof, sorry!" Lanky tall man shrugs aside, before calling a congratulations towards Thesy.

On the sands, Conlan is more reluctant to let go of Thesy's hand, having done this before, but he lets it fall anyhow, having done this before, and he steps back to watch.

A quiet candidate like Thesy. Pyrene sighs and glares at the blue, "Why couldn't you have impressed that bit sooner??" Still Thesy seems harmless enough. She did kiss Conlan once, but you have to be a touch crazy to impress.

"Thesy?" Aife hears a Candidate's name rise in the bubble of voices, and in frustration she squirms through a trio of oversized, overtalkative Smiths toward the rail. "I wanna /see/!"

On the sands, Tylendel takes a quick breath of air, smile bursting as he exclaims, "Oh congratulations, Thesy! She's a beauty!" He watches admiringly, full of GoodFeelings.

On the sands, With a faint scream Thesy drops to her knees, everything's vanishing as she cradles the blue's head in her lap. So what's you name, love?

On the sands, "Oh. /That/ one," Shaela switches her studious glance to the next dragonet over. "You're right!" she agrees, hunting for that hand again -- give it /back/ -- "Shells. But did you see the one next to it?" she inquires, head tipping to the ugly green.

On the sands, Risli feels his heart skip a beat as the little blue finds Thesy, and he pumps his arm in a congratulatory wave to his friend. "Nicely done, Thesy!" He grins, and squeezes Jez's hand once more. "Isn't it all just scary and exciting?"

On the sands, Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet steps forwards then, without a hand to offer the lass. Instead he drops his head and burries his little nose into her hand, moving to try and fit the entirety of him into her lap.

On the sands, Starry Starry Night Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Thesy, and steps forward.

On the sands, Kamaria isn't anymore enlightened by Niyanne's answer, as she can see that from standing right here. "Oh, did you see that!" That was an impression that Kamaria didn't miss. "Oh...ah, Thesy! Congratulations!" She calls, eyes watering slightly. "That's so wonderful..." This time, it's Niyanne's hand that's on the recieving end of a most uncomfortable squeeze.

Seian smiles as awe spreads over his face, "happy" he says, who knows what exactly he means.

Daleva goes out.

On the sands, "Oh, Sardrinth! Tears stream down Thesy's face,"You're the most wonderful dragon on all Pern!"

On the sands, Rania giggles and calls out a light, "Excuse you!" to the boy who bumps into her, followed shortly by a soft congratulations to Thesy, though she cannot, for the moment, remember the girl's name. Oh, how embarassing!

On the sands, Annalee looks up at Conlan--okay, he's free, hand is snatched immediately before she faints. Candieharper clutches her fellow candie, holding on tight as she shifts back and forth on her feet.

Teza's head suddenly raises, as she looks around. Spotting Aife, she squints, raising a hand to wave. "Aife?" she calls loudly yet tentatively, not at all sure if that is the harper she fuzzily remembers.

On the sands, Squeal, squeal, Jez would do that indeed, as she rises to her toes despite the heat of the sands, peering above Candi's heads before making an attempt to pull Areiah and Risli forwards, /cheering/, "Congratulations, Thesy!" Here's a Candidate that she knew, as voice carries over the crowds exultantly. She nudges at Areiah, "Didja see, didja see?"

On the sands, Seven Shades of Nirvana Egg trembles, stretching. At last, it will escape this final entrapping circle. There's a world out there, and it's time to face it.

On the sands, Niyanne shakes her head, glancing over towards Thesy isntead. "Oh! /Congrats/, Thesy!" Smile slices 'cross her face, and then sight is turned towards the afore mentioned green. "I don't quite see how she's more then just a little plain?" Not ugly, not for real.

On the sands, Seven Shades of Nirvana Egg wiggles its orb further into the sand, the multi-hued shell trembling with contained energy. Again the egg rocks, crackling in spirals of crevices and distant, starflung galaxies of shell shards. The shaking stills for one long, silent moment before, without a moment's warning: - *bang!* - the shell shatters apart in split-second action, sending the dragonet inside tumbling out onto the sands.

On the sands, Fiery Nebula Bronze Dragonet
Antique brass is hammered and bent, rendered by some cosmic forge into a new alloy: age-darkened bronze, tarnished by an oily rainbow of residue that mottles his haunches and belly with slick iridescence. Bulky muscle dominates despite his thinly serrated wings, where paler, threadbare fabric stretches to span each fragile 'sail. His heavy-girded body is molded either end into a thick neck and tail, and over-large feet balance his blunted muzzle's pugnacious thrust. Only along neckridges, talons, and his wings' knobby spars is the dulling polish rubbed away, revealing that brassier foundation; the effervescence of illuminated flamboyance.

On the sands, Ah-hah. "Thesy!" D'renn hollers, very loudly. "Bring him over here!" Already flanked by one weyrling ast least, the bluerider shrugs off his bright jacket, and beckons again.

On the sands, Lani flaps her shirt to cover her own flush at D'ante's compliment. Ridiculously, she passes it back again: "Infernoth reflects his rider." And eyes follow the progress of the impressions determinedly. They could be here all day.

On the sands, Conlan steps back and away, back and away, waving fingers to Thesy as he goes. "Congratulations, Thes!" he calls, baritone loud and pitched to carry-- but his eyes are a little bright.

Bronwyn goes home.

Alycia leans her head against Khyi's broad shoulder, eyes darkened with emotion, expressive lips curved up in a wistful, rueful smile, suddenly her soft laughter peals out as she applauds, whistling wolfishly, unable to contain herself "Go Thesy...wonderful...", she calls out loudly, glancing at her love "Did you see that? Thesy impressed..."

On the sands, Thesy stands and, a hand caressing Sardrinth's headknobs, leads him to the edge of the sands.

Paige wooos! "A bronze!" eyes shine and She lifts Seian so he can see better.

On the sands, Annalee gasps her appreciation at the Bronze that enters the world next, admiring him obviously before tearing eyes away to search for that Rennaisance New Moon Green she'd seen before. Where'd she get to?

On the sands, Kumiko hmms softly under her breath, before she watches the next egg hatching. "Hmm, like that coloring," is commented, even as D'renn beckons to Thesy.

Helyne bats at Pyrene's mutters about no blue dragon being able to be the most wonderful dragon on all Pern. "Yay, Thesy! you deserved him and he's gorgeous!" Pyrene wonders if Sardrinth will grow up to have a taste for goody-goody weyrbrats.

On the sands, Salea also grins to Thesy..."Congrats! Come one over.."

On the sands, "Oh! Did you see? Thesy? Thesy!" Lani hops, though not all of it from excitement, for all her boots are thick.

On the sands, Jayhon is nudged, pushed forwards by Teejay before abruptly trying to turn, only to get lost in another mass of Candidate bodies, the StarSmith turned Candidate struggling to get back -- to lose himself in the midst of the crowds, not that it's possible, as his height makes him stand out. Wide-eyed, he surveys newly Impressed pairs.

"Tereza!" Practically, the name from Aife's lips changes to someone a little closer by, and she starts wading through people again. "Teza, I mean." Head twisted to one side, still trying to see the dragons hatching on the sands. "Ooh! Bronze. He looks sorta like..." And then the Harper's chatter is once again lost in the noise of thecrowd.

On the sands, Renaissance New Moon Green Dragonet continues unobrusive trek through parting masses of candidates, frost drizzled muzzle prodding at one robe then another before moving on, whirling rainbow eyes examine each before something...flowing? pretty. catches gaze. Hesistantly, green quiet half shuffle-lopes approach to one gather of girls, nearing ever so slowly with passive curiousity to healer-candie, maybe..perhaps..?

On the sands, D'renn nods to Kumiko... "He /is/ nice, isn't he?" For some reason D'renn's gone all gooey today (could be something to do with his own lifemate). "He's lovely Thesy.... what did you say his name was?"

Seian streches trying to get higher up then he is, "Bwonze!" quieter he adds, "Riswi maybe" still being the little predicter, even if he may not be right, who knows.

On the sands, Pyramids of Giza Egg moves, rummaging itself deeper into the sand, before it comes to an idle half. Off balance, even as the egg pauses, completely stilling after that moment of activity.

On the sands, Nuff nudges those nearest her with her elbow, chuckling. "Never can have too many fighting blue and green y'know. Even scrawny little ones like these."

S'mander stands to cheer on the blue, "Sardrinth! Woohoo!... that sure is a mouth full." At least, he has Zenth to remind him. "And look! A bronze!" he shouts to his nearest neighbor.

On the sands, Conlan's suddenly distracted by another hand-- who is that? Myopically, he looks over. "Annalee," he says softly. "Hey. Did you see that?" And he points toward Thesy and her pretty blue.

On the sands, Risli oohs at the handsome bronze, and staggers as the heat washes over him. Nope, he's still on his feet, and his eyes search the sands, watching carefully. "Where do you think that lovely green is going to go?" he asks softly,

On the sands, Areiah is pulled herself now, for a change, giggling helplessly at Jezabel's excitement. "I saw, I saw!" she all but squeaks, squeezing, almsot squishing the Healer-Candidate's hand. "I saw! He's perfect. Gorgeous. Wonderful for her, oh.. oh.. /wow/." So she's not at her most eloquent. She's busy shifting from one foot to the other, watching the other eggs and new arrivals.

On the sands, Urban Jungle Egg rattles the boundaries of time and place. Almost time.

B'oat taps Paige's shoulder and moves off towards the path upto the ledge to be with Shippith. Weaving through the crowd, he passes very close to Silvera.

On the sands, Plain generally equals ugly in Shaela's opinion, but the subject is put on pause as Shae's gaze turns to Thesy and that blue. "Congrats!" juvenile cheer is sent out to the newly impressed. Thought soon returns to that green, however. "C'mon, Niyanne. You have to admit that she's just a /little/ ugly."

On the sands, Adianna jabs Kelvren's arm slightly, "Hey, lookie there!" her voice bounces, "He could be yours..." she briefly wonders if a bronze has ever impressed to a girl, but dismisses that thought quickly.

On the sands, Saoirse nods to herself as a bronze finally cracks shell. "There's one..." She grins, relieved, muttering to Kumi: "Bet V'ain there'd be more than four... bronzes, I mean."

On the sands, Tylendel scrambles quickly after Jezabel as the girl moves away, getting tugged lightly along by the links of hands. Might be easier to just drop Areiah's, but why would he do that? A soft exhale can hardly be heard as he watches a bulky bronze dragonet leaving his shell, eyes appraising dimmed hide in search of hidden beauties in addition to that certain rustic lure.

On the sands, Blue eyes, still brimming over, turn to slightly reluctant to D'renn, "Sardrinth, isn't that the most wonderful name for a blue?" Ummm, that wasn't very polite, hm?

Ewyrpin beams, "A bronze! I bet that'll be Tylendel's." Ewyrpin was very impressed by the stories of the candidate dinner, Tylendel's obviously a kindred spirit. Pyrene shakes her head, "I hope it's conlan," Anything just don't let him impress blue.

On the sands, Kelvren hops a bit, to relieve his burning feet. What was with the weyrwoman Nuff with preventing them even sandals? ;) The cracking sound of another egg turns his attention from the jubilation surrounding Thesy and Sardrinth though, and the young man squeezes Adianna's hand back, all the harder. "A bronze!" he beams, "but for me? I don't know about that to be honest, Adi."

Teza chuckles softly, her lips parted to correct Aife yet beaten to it. "Teza," she affirms, scooting over a little to open a seat next to her. "Come join me."

On the sands, Oh, wow. "Look, Shaela -- Isn't he handsome?" Niyanne gives green half glance, shivering a little them returning to scanning the sands. "Where's the green headed, you think?" Hop, dance, scoot, scorch feet.

On the sands, Annalee nods as she watches her friend walk off, then follows the green with her eyes. Conlan is clutched, as Harpercandi struggles to stand straight in this heat. "They're all beautiful..."

On the sands, "It's a nice name," D'renn reassures Thesy with a wink. "A very nice name. Is he hungry?" Silly question: dragonets, by definition, are hungry.

On the sands, "A bronze!" Kamaria squeals, free hand pointing in the direction of another shattered egg. "Too bad girls can't impress bronzes...they're awefully pretty." She comments tartly before turning attention back to the green. "Ah."

On the sands, Heathery Brigadoon Egg lists sideways, tilting, tilting until is falls onto what was it's side and continues to sway, touched by a breeze. Striations do indeed appear, even touches of hairline crack and yet it stills again. No hurry.

On the sands, Fiery Nebula Bronze Dragonet stretches: wings, four limbs, tail, neck, even up to the tip of his nose. What? How did this happen? Something broke, and now who'll fix it? He might, ordinarily, but right now, there's something more important to do. Yawning, he displays his cavernous mouth. If it isn't too much trouble, maybe he will go out and pick one of those things in white. Gawky limbs aswagger, he sets off across the sands, little bits of eggshell and sand clumping to his feet in the egg goo.

Glancing up, Silvera's grimace turns into a beam. "B'oat! Come, sit next to me. It's getting a bit squashy, so you might have to squeeze in close, but I don't mind..."

On the sands, Conlan catches bronze out of the corner of his eye, pointing and possibly hauling Annalee in whatever direction he's pointing. "First bronze," he reports. Whoa, state the obvious, Con.

On the sands, "I wouldn't know who the green'd go to, Risli," Jez replies, casting her eyes towards the green dragonet before giggling in return towards Areiah, squeezing the two Candidate's hands, "THey're /gorgeous/. I'm happy for Thesy!" She's still gushing, as she watches the dragonets' movements -- the /many/ dragonets' now on the sands.

On the sands, Renaissance New Moon Green Dragonet again pauses, lifting frosted muzzle to cautiously touch those long -long- locks of hair, enchanted, dragonet lifts gaze to over exhuberant candidate's face, softest trill singing lilt from somewhere deep down in frosty sheened throat as whirrling eyes gaze up at...Kamaria.

On the sands, Ruins of Atlantis Egg is silent, quiescent... no movement breaks its still blue-patterned calm.

On the sands, Nuff pokes her neighbor with a short, stubby finger. "Can you tell which ones have stood before? By the way they stand?" She points out a fwe that she knows have stood before, at various weyrs. "I wonder what they are thinking."

On the sands, Thesy wipes the tears from her cheeks, grinning faintly, "Definitely! If I don't start feeding him now, you'll even hear my guts rumble with /his/ hunger!"

Paige smiles, and the child is taken away back to the hall.

On the sands, Annalee squawks as she's hauled yet again by a candie, watching the Green go for Kamaria. "KAMA!!"

On the sands, Zirade's mouth forms an O. "A bronze!" she declares. "Oh, he's the most handsome yet! I wonder if he'll come over here so I can get a better look at him!" Not that she really expects to get the chance, but it's an interesting thought, isn't it?

Aife scoots in next to Teza, ignoring the wrinkles that are sure to form in her skirt as it bundles around her legs. "I love bronze..." she confides, rocking back and forth as she strains to see. "And he's a lovely one....you're on green now, aren't you?" Swift subject change. "How is she?"

On the sands, B'ran oofs at the Nuff elbow. "Yah. We should feed golds more around here." that's what she wants him to say, right? "There sure are plenty of them this clutch. Lookie there, Nuff!" He laughs. "That tickles when you poke. They are hot? Sands are hot?"

On the sands, "Who?" Shaela asks now, grip tightening on Teejay once again as the girl feels him squirm away some. Stay. "And the ugly green? Probably to Yoshenil. They'd make an, uhm, 'fine' pair," she suggests sarcastically.

On the sands, Adianna shrugs slightly, "One never knows.." she wows softly, "It's as if they're all syncronised..." She drops her jaw, "Kam!!!"

On the sands, Tylendel turns nearly around as he sees a friend seemingly being singled out, "Wow! Areiah, is she headed for Kam?"

On the sands, Jayhon is nudged again, shuffling, ouch ouch, barefoot to take him forwards through the crowds, pausing to stop -- raising his head to now see Kamaria's dragonet Impress, "Congratulations, Kamaria!" Not that she knew the tall StarCrafter, but happiness for the girl does shine in his eyes.

Ranae's little face falls, as Hullania now gains possession of the Llama baby, screaming delightedly for Kamaria all the while.

"Uuhh..." B'oat doesn't get a chance to say no as he's pulled down beside Silvera. "Uh.. hi?" From afar, Paige giggles and leans on the rail to watch the hatching closly.

Taree grins, clapping suddenly. "Look....Kamaria got a green....

On the sands, Nuff grins. "That's what Tiareth says. But she likes catching her food."

On the sands, Never mind the question as to where the green is going -- "Kamaria?" Niyanne frees hand of hold on the healer's hand, taking a slight step back. "Not the /ugly/ green. /That/ green." The one over /there/, the one looking at Kamaria. "See?"

On the sands, "Bronze!" Lani crows, triumphant and she can't help but find Mitria upon the ledges to gloat. The junior werywomen of High Reaches Weyr aren't all sugar and sunlight. Competitive? Oh yes. "He's got...character, don't you think, Kumi?" she says of the pugnacious bronze.

Selina walks out.

Teza grins brightly, her favorite subject always eagerly spoken of. "Yes, a green .Briganth. She is..." Pausing to blush slightly, she clears her throat. "She's in good health." What she was is none of anyones business.

On the sands, Kelvren turns to follow Adianna's gaze and smiles again. "Alright Kamaria!" he cheers the other member of the trio that were with him when they went out to touch the eggs. "She's got a right head on her shoulders, even if she was a bit gabby." he chuckles.

Brekka grins softly and nods whispering "well done Kamaria." though she knows nobody can hear her.

Paige claps happily as the second green impresses before watching the handsome bronze.

Viktor grins. "Great." He squeezes Sharr's hand, knowing that there once was a time when she wanted to stand out there...

Ayden comes up the stairs.

On the sands, Risli grins at Kamaria, giving his congratulations. "That was well chosen," he comments like an old rider at evening meal. "Kam is a good choice for rider." Of course, so are all the others, too. He grins at Jezabel. "Wouldn't you think?"

On the sands, Savannah Sunset Egg twists, fractures splintering the surface as the shell bulges again with some internal effort; though night has not yet settled over the grassy plains. Soon, though.

Sharrasi smiles at her sister, nodding. "We'll have to catch her after and congratulate her."

Brandon see's bronze and his eyes widen, that is his color-well not his but his favorite at least, his eyes are drawn to another impression and he smiles happily for the girl then eyes are drawn back to bronze hide and gapeing maw

"Hellloo," Silvera almost purrs, leaning over him, to, ah, get a better view. "How are you-- you look well, very well indeed..."

On the sands, Adianna laughs out loud, "A bit?" She giggles, "Poor Kamaria..it seems that her dragon is a great fan of gabbiness."

On the sands, Fiery Nebula Bronze Dragonet gazes out at that chaotic sea of white. Why won't they stand still for just a few minutes? How is he going to get a good look at them if they keep moving around like that? Ah well, he'll just have to make due. Picking the nearest grouping, he sniffs in the direction of several interesting things. Oh, blondish hair, tall--wait, that's a girl. No good. Now he's got to pick another.

Ayden eyes the crowd and slaps some dust off her leathers before making her way over various feet towards a relatively small spot she can wriggle into.

On the sands, Renaissance New Moon Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Kamaria, and steps forward.

Pyrene cheers for the healer. Can't hurt to have one of them in the weyrling barracks for a few months.

Utoxin laughs, watching the Fiery bronze. "He looks lost."

"Green, bronze -- blue's gone, is he? Went off and Impressed?" Half-watching, half-listening, Shasta lets her dark-hued eyes shift around the galleries to see who's present and who's not. "Ayden, over here!"

Aife gives a rather unladylike snort, followed immediately by a giggle. "That's right, it's been about a Turn and a half..." A shrug, though, as the hatchlings distract her again. She hates proddy dragons, better to be polite and ignore the references.

On the sands, Areiah blinks her eyes wide, looking from Tylendel to Kamaria and back again. "Looks like, doesn't it? Oh, oh! Way to go Kamaria!" If she keeps up her congratulations like this, she'll soon be hoarse. Does it matter? Not particularly, not to her, and surely not now. "Ty! Ty, Ty, look! The egg, the.. the big gold egg.. it moved!" She's not delirious. Really.

On the sands, Urban Jungle Egg will serve no dragons before its time. A sudden shaking overcomes it and rolls it onto the sands, spinning it around twice before settling into a sudden and profound calm. Time's up?

On the sands, Urban Jungle Egg Urban Jungle Egg jumps, jives, and wails -- heralding the appearance of the dragonet within. Ten -- the crowd stills, Nine -- the crowd peers, Eight - the crowd blinks, Seven, Six, Five -- the shell crackles -- Four, Three, engines are tested -- Two -- the egg breaks -- One!: A large dark form rockets from the egg with a twist of his tail and and explosion of color.

On the sands, Street-Savvy Super Star Blue Dragonet
Starry wingsails are twined with black, their shadow-laced panoply of 'Reaches colors darkening both canopy and spars. Painted with a dark, dreamy blue, this adventurous little dragonet's broad form is brushed with rough strokes of color: blue defines the jagged -- raw -- broken edges of his salient musculature. Mellifluous shades of vibrant green prowl and tangle, hiding into the soft shades of his underbelly and tinting them as midnight darkness verging on the coldness of between. Crackling frost creates the jagged edges of neckridges and spine, the broken spires running along his back, before dwindling into the twist of his besotted tail.

Ashan walks in.

On the sands, D'renn's shout seems to be getting louder. "KAMARIA!" He'll be hoarse before all the eggs are hatched.

On the sands, Oh, that one just /there/? Shaela's wide-eyed gaze turns to the now nearby green with an 'oh'. "Erm, probably to Kam.." she suggests in nervously softening tone. Underneath, feet continue their heat-forced stepping.

Swallowing, the Bluerider grins nervously? at Silvera. "As do you, fine lady. Uhh.. who do you think will Impress today?" Yup, switch tactics...and conversation topics.

Dison walks in.

Teza's eyes flash over to Aife, ignoring any references to Briganth's past condition. "Annalee's down there, you see her?" she asks, pointing out the harper apprentice turned candidate.

On the sands, Kamaria releases Niyanne's hand, dropping to cradle the lovely head in her arms. "Nekomieth..." She murmers, then louder. "Nekomieth...her name is Nekomieth!"

On the sands, Aiee? Enya blinks and squeeks out congrats, "KAMA!!" squeek goes bluerider. yes she does. Wide grin beam appears on face as she sees friend impress.

Viktor waves for Dison to join them.

On the sands, Jezabel shouts, "Kamaria!" towards the Healer-girl, before grinning at her, "Congratulations, what's her name?" Green gaze rakes across the dragonet in question, admiringly as she shuffles on the sands, cheering then fading off while she grins at Areiah and Risli, "Did you /see/ that?"

Sharrasi smiles as she sees her fosterling. "Hey there, Dison..."

On the sands, Tylendel grins and calls out a loud "Congratulations!!!" to Kamaria. Then, he laughs down at Areiah, nodding, "She did. Keep your eye on that one, I'll bet." His gaze does as follows for several moments before spanning across the sand to see other rocking eggs and dragonets on the hunt.

Ayden turns just before perching her, well, perching and smiles "Shassie!" a quick spin around and she takes the fastest route over, between and over benches to plop herself down with a grin. "So, what have I missed?" eyes peer down onto the sands.."Kamaria? I tell you, for some reasons healers and dragons just seem to go together"

Paige hmms and shakes her head at B'oat and Silvera. That cousin of hers will ne'er understand how not to encourage proddy rider ladies.

Dison goes home.

On the sands, "I would say so, wouldn't you?" Niyanne grins, and now-free hand makes a gesture towards the blue. After, "Congrats, Kamaria! Her name is lovely." Shuffled steps, atempt to free soles of feet from the hot ground, and then another thing to say: "What do you think of that blue?"

On the sands, Conlan calls out his congratulations to Kamaria. So much is happening he misses the blue break shell. "I should have remembered. It's noisy, huh?" he says to Annalee, his hand partner for the evening.

On the sands, Annalee pauses dead in her tracks as another Star Blue presents himself to the world. "For all of Pern, like a Harper with an audience." Anna hotfoots it over to stay by Conlan's side, not knowing where to look. Breathing is conciously slowed--in, out, in, out, calm down, girl...

On the sands, Salea chuckles and motions for Kamaria and Nekomieth to join the others at the side..."congradulations Kamaria"

On the sands, Jayhon moves back to disappear in the midst of the crowds, lanky form still causing him to stand out before pushing through the Candidate-bodies to once again put him -- quite happily -- on the outskirts of the crowds, StarSmith looking decidedly uneasy as feet shift in the uncomfortable heat of the sands, gaze flickering to the new blue dragonet and then back towards the clutchmother, Rhyath.

Pyrene sighs, "Another blue." Bane of her life. She starts watching the other bane of her life worriedly, "Tell that bronze to hurry up and get Conlan off the sands before the blue finds him." Helyne soothes, "The blue will go for Zirade or Shaela." The nurseries have got a reputation to keep up here.

Paige Congrats!!!!!

Aife nods, brushing in mild frustration at the hair that keeps falling in her face, and the firelizards that keep arranging it there. "Course I see her...she's my 'prentice, you know." It's a rite of passage, all Harpers at High Reaches must do their time on the Sands. "Oh! Kamaria! And--Nekomieth." She has to remember these things, to write them down later.

"Very, very well, in fact." Silvera remarks, before glancing onto the sands. "I'm not sure about them, but I'm certainly impressed... where have you been hiding?" Bad Silvera, doesn't give a man a chance to escape.

Brekka looks around nervous and edgy shifting on the bench

On the sands, Kumiko winces as D'renn calls again, before she murmurs, sidelong, "I do have a gag." And she's not afraid to use it. Bronze's movements are watched, as the brownrider shifts a bit of sand over her boots.

On the sands, D'renn is allowed to yell for the new weyrlings. So nyah to Kumiko.

On the sands, Snap, crackle, pop! A trio of dragons end up facing each other snout to snout to snout as their eggs split. Hey. Turn around. Don't like your face. Now tail to tail to tail, they arrow out to claim their lifemates.

On the sands, "Over here Kam...oh she's just /lovely/!" Enya gushes, yes she does.

On the sands, Fiery Nebula Bronze Dragonet hears something loud, like someone yelling deleriously. Oh, don't want that one, definately not. But something interesting might be in that direction. You never know, do you? Sand clumping between his talons, he shuffles in the direction of the noise. Girl, girl, girl, boy... no no, that one's too short. And his nose is kind of funny. Where's the one that's perfect for /him/?

Charis walks in.

Ashan, missing a tooth as of this morning and having a rather pouty expression because of it, wiggles her way to a better view. The dragonets are not the thing that her eyes seek out, but instead it is the form of her father that she attempts to find.

Teza raises an eyebrow at Aife. "Is she? I hadn't known that. Or if I did, perhaps I forgot." With a grin, a shrug, and a wave of her hand she dismisses that and instead watches the sands. "I hope Alee impresses, don't you?" Harper pride and all.

On the sands, Adianna laughs and points Kelvren's look over to the trio, "Look that them! All at once!"

Utoxin nods to Charis. Those paying attention may notice that Utoxin has a new charm on his rank bracelet.

On the sands, Outer Banks Egg rattles almost, twitching with elegant grace. A new dance step? Only time will tell...

Shanahan walks in.

On the sands, Kamaria finally manages to rise to her feet, urging Nekomieth to the edge with others already impressed. "Here we go..."

On the sands, Lani positively beams as her former co-apprentice impresses. "Kamma! Congratulations..."

Aife nods decidedly. "Harpers make good dragonriders. The best dragonriders." It's true, it is. The little journeyman rocks back and forth still, trying to keep track of who Impressed what down below. "You should know that."

On the sands, Teejay is perfect so far as Shaela's concerned, and admiring gaze turns to him once more. She's going to make him talk eventually -- all this silence can't be good for a person. "Teejay, what d'you think of that bronze there?" she asks, freeing her hand from Niyanne a moment to point, returning it to its place again just as quickly.

On the sands, Street-Savvy Super Star Blue Dragonet lifts off from the shards of his former home, stretching the boundaries of everything he's known before, darkened canopies and spars flailing against the mellifluous green of his sides. He wastes no time, getting his new mobility immediately for an orbit of the sands, where no ...SuperStar has gone before.

B'oat's baby blues meet startling green, and boy is this guy uncomfy or what? "Hiding? Me? Why would I want to hide?" Yeah, right! Several smiles appear on faces of those near by and B'oat just digs himself in deeper. Or maybe... nah! he wouldn't be... doing this on purpose? Nope! not by the way he's slowly moving away from her close proximity. He sends ANYONE a look that screams HELP!! Well, Paige isn't about to!

Hullania looks carefully between the blue, her llama baby and Beram's deck of cards with the firelizards on the backs. A decision is reached and soon the fate of the Llama babt is riding on Kelvren.

On the sands, Risli watches the hatchlings with a lightly held breath, and looks again at the unhatched eggs, now bouncing here and there. His mouth is dry, and he can only grip Jez's hand as he watches other candidates find their lifemates.

"Nekomieth, for that other -- lovely -- green," observes the former-Weyrsecond, peering a bit at the weyrling and her dragonet. "Healers and Harpers are always Impressing. And so," when Shasta thinks about it for a moment, "are Holdfolk and Weyrfolk."

Teza winks impishly, pushing back a stray lock of hair. "Of course I do. No need to tell me that, I am well aware of that. Do you know I have Briganth crooning along with me when I practice now? She has an ear as good as any apprentice I've seen."

On the sands, Annalee laughs lightly, shaking her head and admiring the SuperStar Blue. "I don't know about you, Connie, but I absolutely love that Blue over there," she points said blue out with her free hand. "Knows where he's going, doesn't he, eh?"

On the sands, Kelvren chuckles. "They look like a rather lively group there." he agrees with the candidate next to him. Wiping at his sweat beaded brow, his eyes follow those dragonets for a while, then he looks back towards the bronze. "I wonder where that one will head next?"

On the sands, And in it's place, it'll stay, for Niyanne just tightened her grip on it a good deal. "It's going /fast/." Bronze, and blue, are ignored whilst sand is kicked away from her feet, voice quieting and head dipping to stare at the ground. Very hot. "The bronze isn't bad."

On the sands, Grinning broadly and realizing Tylendel's arm does need to stay in its' socket, Areiah stands up straight, still as she can while participating in the Candidate Dance. "Ooh, Ty, look at /that/ one.." And the brozne is pointed to with her Jezabel-clutched hand, arm dropping once she's confident she has his attention.

Gwenna glances up and spots Utoxin. SHe nudges Ilyena to point him out, and whispers, "I hope he's feeling better today."

On the sands, Rhyath, fond of healers, burbles, somewhere between a bugle and gurgle--betwixt the two. Resigned, though, she watches sons and daughters pair one by one. Once part of her Hoard, they're the first of her Horde.

On the sands, "More blue! Oooh, I like this...." D'renn taken off his jacket now, /way/ too hot. Leaning against the wall, he stamps his boots idly in the sand, not envying the Candidates' bare feet.

On the sands, "He's real nice, Annie," Con says, slowly bringing one foot up, then the other.

Ilyena whispers back, "Yeah. I hope so too!"

On the sands, Adianna shrugs, "They have to come this way at somepoint." she says softly, "After all, this is the only way they can come!"

Ayden laughs a little "True enough, there is no way of predicting is there? The dragons know and that's as it should be"

On the sands, Teejay, of course, does not reply to his bubbly neighbour. Instead, he merely shrugs mysteriously -- Shaela loves when he does that, unfortunately for him -- and turns his gaze elsewhere.

On the sands, Jezabel loosens Risli's grasp on her hand just briefly, pausing before twining fingers 'round his again -- you were just being a trifle /overly/-squeezing, dear -- before grinning at the Herder-Candidate, not saying much other than a wink, "Oooh... Tylendel!" She manages, before continuing in ye olde Candidate Dance, feet shifting in the sands.

On the sands, Zirade's knees wobble. Hard. They crack 'gainst each other a million times faster then normal as she /tries/ to stand still, tries to draw a-back the breath that keeps on gushing through her lungs. " I'm ... on ... the ... sands."

Utoxin seems quieter than usual, but also not as depressed as he was last night.

On the sands, Annalee blinks as she feels Conlan shifting beside her, then suddenly notices her own scorched feet. Again. Harper shifts from side to side rhythmically, hotfoot, hotfoot!

Aife giggles. "Some of 'em make good singers...some of 'em are tone deaf." She hears 'em all the time, you see, trying to sing. One arm flings suddenly outward to point at a new-Impressed pair. "Hey, wasn't that the little creep from the lower caverns...that brown's out of its mind...."

Talixa, late as usual. "Why can't they give us some /notice/?" Miner complains, gliding through the crowd. Well, duh. Who cares about a seat-- she can see from here. "Ooh. Messy little dragons, aren't they?"

On the sands, Jayhon moves through the crowds, hanging on the outskirts for fear of bumping yet /more/ people, the tall lanky frame passing easily now -- the Candidates are thinner on the edges -- less of a chance of hitting people, while hands continue their nervous picking at hair, trying to tidy it up despite the sweat-soaked strands, deep brown darkening to almost black.

On the sands, A twin set of green hatches from two white white eggs, tumbling together into a tangle of hide. They get themselves sorted out, and move fowards. One slightler smaller than the other, with a wan, warm green. The other more gibbous and rounded. The pair of greens drift like moons towards the horizon of canidates.

On the sands, A green hatches, all tail and talons and muzzle in the sand. Ptoi. Bleh. Shaking herself clear of both shards and sand, she hips, hops, and lands in front of a lad from Lemos. He knows how to boogey, right?

Teza pushes back yet the same lock of hair with an annoyed glance for it. "Hmm? Who?" she asks, her attention on restraining wayward hair. "Which blue? Which creep?"

"That's what I'd like to know, luv." Silvera remarks, leaning forward again... to get a better view, of course. Not to get closer; the fact that her leg is moving to rub against his is a coincidence. "Been looking for you... Oh is that another impression?"

On the sands, Shaela keeps the drool at Teejay's motion inside her mouth, and gives him yet another shiny-eyed gaze. Whatta babe. "I know.." is her dreamy reply to Niyanne's remark, tone changing quickly as she returns to conversation with female candidate, and notes that "There's no way he'll impress to you, though."

Aife shakes her head. "Brown...and ne'er mind, I don't think you know him. Ooh, those are pretty..." Somehow, she can keep track of what's going on down there. Almost. "Has that bronze found a home yet?"

Pyrene, remembering her nanny, leans forward to check on Zirade. "She's looking like she did that time Hullania actually did her chores." she reports back to the others, setting off a worried buzz.

On the sands, Niyanne chuckles, softly at the two greens, and at Shaela. "Of course not, silly -- He's bronze, and I'm female." A rather impossible color and gender pairing, you see. "Who do you think he /will/ impress to, though?"

On the sands, Street-Savvy Super Star Blue Dragonet takes the first orbit, past a few clusters before suddenly halting his trajectory right in in front of two. Lowering his head he sniffles them, he snuffles them, he raises his head and bugles, or tries to --it honks, you see. Flap flap flap. He's the /star/, see? Annalee and Conlan are snuffled again. Pay attention to the star.

On the sands, Satopar, lost for long moment in a maze of taller friends, stumbles out. Hot feet indeed, pick up each one with urgent hippity hops. Uh, little green tumbles round, little green legs giving out as fast as boys. "Fallth!" is yowled as boy and beloved lifemate collide. S'tar and Fallth!

Teza gives up on the hair, letting it hang down the middle of her forhead. "Uhm, I really don't know," she confesses with a grin. "Oh! Is that blue pestering Alee?"

On the sands, Fiery Nebula Bronze Dragonet sniffs slightly. Why is it that none of the interesting ones are paying attention to him? Let's see, somewhere there's someone with a nice smile, with eyes that sparkle just like his own hide does! Where is he? Somewhere in this sea of white-- Wait! There, is that it? All the other things in white are hanging on the thing he wants, though! Alright, gang-way! If there's no road, he'll just have to make one! Blockly limbs churning, he heads in the direction of a clump of candidates!

On the sands, That saliva that drips down her throat as she tries to swallow it down; Zirade's slate blue eyes trickling over the others in o'er the sand of ground. " A-a-anyone n-n-n-need some company?" she quivers. For a person who's been with dragons all her life, she seems oddly -- freaked -- out. Quiet, she glares through the general bright light of sands as she peers up into the galleries, searching for the kids that sit there, before she glances about those on the sands again. A bronze.. " It's coming this way!"

"Daddy?" Ashan calls out quietly to the sands, finding herself lost in the shuffle and excitement. B'ran apparently doesn't hear his daughter's cries and the girl pouts even more.

Hythe comes up the stairs.

On the sands, A brown escapes a rather tiny egg, immediately rushing into a crowd of white clad boys. For a moment, mayhem ensues, before a lad from Weaverhall dodges. The brown, undeterred, comes back, before both are knocked over in a sprawl of arms, legs, tail and knocked heads. Denlta, now D'lta, mutters, "Quadranth? Layoff, will you?"

On the sands, Annalee turns back to the SuperStar blue, eyes bright and sparkling sapphire. "Handsome young fellow," Candiharper comments to Conlan, ignoring the fact that she's latched onto Connie for support. That blue is more than handsome. Side to side Annalee shifts, doing the "Sands Dance".

Paige crosses her fingers. "C'mmon Risli! Do it fer tha Herders!" she calls excitedly! That bronze, is he nearing him?

On the sands, Shaela pauses quick-step motion for a moment to get up on tippy-toes and whisper a name loudly into Niyanne's ear. Teejay, of course, is her hope for the bronze, and she tightens her grip on his elbow encouragingly. Poor boy is going to lose circulation soon.

On the sands, Sun-gilded blue implodes, dropping a small chestnut-brown onto the Sands. Ripe and round, he waddles her and there... finally ending up at the feet of Miner-girl Cassala. "Opeiath...." Cassie breathes, sinking to her knees. She could've done with a chair to hold her up.

On the sands, Risli moves to the side, trying to get out of the way of the barreling bronze. "Is he coming this way?" he asks, loosening his grip on Jezabel's hand as he does. "Do you think?"

Pyrene jumps to her feet nervously, is that blue near Conlan? Maybe Annalee. Hullania has also jumped to her feet. Is that blue not near Kelvren? The toy llama is pressed anxiously to her chest.

On the sands, Free hand is waved in earnest towards Zirade -- "Zirade? You want my hand?" -- after Niyanne notes her lack of, um, 'support'. "Oh, /Shaela/. Anyone else in mind, besides him?"

Ayden wiggles a bit in her spot and can't believe she was so cold one moment and is now roasting. Good thing about it though is it makes the dust easier to remove, that frozen stuff just clung. Pants are beaten at again and a small cloud drifts in the air.

On the sands, "Another pair of lifemates match..and more and more." Adianna whispers softly, "I don't believe I've ever seen so many dragons in one place!"

On the sands, Casting a surprised look towards the Super Star blue dragonet, Jez manages a faint cheer, before squeezing Risli's hand, "I don't know, Risli.. maybe he is? I think he's headed towards Areiah.. " Not that Areiah could Impress bronze, as she squeezes the said Candidate's hand, shifting feet in the sands.

On the sands, "Yeah," Con replies to Annalee, not really sure which dragonet she's talking about, but willing to agree to just about anything at this point. "Whoa, that bronze is going kind of fast, isn't he?"

On the sands, Kelvren's neck feels rubbery as he cranes around looking from one Impression to another. "Things are going faster now." he comments again to Adianna, "I haven't seen so much going on in one place either." the lad admits. "Look, that bronze is going to find someone soon I think."

On the sands, Salea usshers Cassala and Opeiath off to the side, still watching the choas beyond...."Brings back memeories, doesn't it Enya?"

On the sands, Tylendel grins as he overhears Risli, low voice laughingly calling out, "Better watch out, or we'll all go down like dominoes, if he is!" Yet Tylendel doesn't move from the spot, instead giving the bronze a curious regard.

On the sands, Jayhon stays towards the back, motionless now save for the nervous movement -- and /necessary/, judging from the sand's heat -- of his feet, and the twitch of hands pushing themselves through the sweat-streaked hair, casting a faint grin towards the Impressing pairs wandering off the sands.

Talixa emits an oddly strangled gasp of noise, bringing the attention of any in her vicinity to the most recent Impression. "Cassie! Opeiath! She's a /Miner/." Quite a 'star-struck' pair, now.

Hythe slips in, gaze darting across the audience as she tries to find a free seat..or simply a space.

On the sands, Zirade's voice drops an octave as she nods -- silently scattering towards the offerer, who she incases her wet, bony hand with. " Niyanne, look at that blue - it's by Con an' Annalee, oh! Look!" Simply beams she does, glancing at both Niyanne and Shaela with total happiness.

On the sands, Shaela is supporting! Kind of. "Well, Lesh is already taken," she giggles, eyes flickering towards the galleries in hopes that he will be visible. But he isn't, of course -- the sea of people is a blur of unknown faces to her searching gaze.

On the sands, Annalee nods quickly, watching the bronze briefly. "Rather headlong, if you ask me. But I was talkin' about the Blue... He knows his stuff!" As if to mimic the Blue's poise, she stands up a little straight, shoulders are back a little farther, head is held a little higher... See?

Aife tries to pick blue and bronze out of the crowd. "I dunno. I can't tell." If Teza even remembers she had asked a question. "Oh, my stomach's all in knots!" And she's not even down there. She's here where it's safe.

On the sands, The twin greens continue to drift forwards, trailing into the crowds. They reach their goal together and two young lads step forwards. "Beliorth!", yelps T'mor with a wide, excstatic grin while his chum, B'lior, laughs and yells "Timorth! You're so lovely!"

On the sands, Mrr? Smallbluerider is just kept busy helping direct newly impressed to correct area but at name Enya tosses smile up, "Eh? Yes..though most of my impression was spent face down in the sand.." Kyleth had a fondness for pouncing early on, you see.

On the sands, "I can't Impress bronze." Areiah states simply, squeezing Jezabel's hand in return while, yet again, clinging tightly to Tylendel. "You could, though. And so could Ris." At the mention of dominos, however, the young woman takes a shaky step back. The Sands are hot enough under her feet, let alone the rest of her, thank you.

On the sands, Conlan chuckles, really looking at Annalee for perhaps the first time. "He's the color of your eyes."

On the sands, Um, okay. Niyanne won't even ask about that one. "I guess.. Oh, he is, isn't he?" Smile tweaks 'cross her face, and earnest nod is given. Rather, her current smile grows larger. "I wonder.."

On the sands, Street-Savvy Super Star Blue Dragonet struts his stuff. This will get them. A flap and a big-footed jaunt later, though, and they are no where in sight. And that pretty "Sand Dance" kinda was neat. Hey. He's not supposed to get lost. This just doesn't /happen/ to a superstar. At this rate, he's liable to have to wait 60 turns for another chance like that one. Round and round he turns until his wing accidently hits something. Something tall. Something just as vain as him. But with hair.

On the sands, D'renn is still calling out the rosta: "Denlta... I mean D'lta... Come oever this way... that's right.... Cassie, bring Opeiath here..." No, wait, Salea got that one. Energy drained by the heat, D'renn just leans on a convenient rider. Good thing he's small.

On the sands, How can Areiah even manage to take /steps/? Jez is more-or-less dancing, as she squeezes the Candidate's hand, whispering softly, "Oof, I'm *nervous*, Areiah! Risli!" she could whine, really, she could, as hands twitch, palms slightly sweaty as the Candidate shifts uneasily.

On the sands, Adianna nods, "he better, he's been wandering along for /Turns/!" she chuckles.

On the sands, Annalee blinks, staring at Conlan. "You know, you're right... I never really thought about it!" Annalee turns back, still sanddancing, hotfooting back and forth. Blue is watched. She really likes that one, she does... Blue-black hair is pushed back again, anxiously.

On the sands, Fiery Nebula Bronze Dragonet skids to a stop in front of a particularly tall young man... Yeah, he likes tall. He likes blondish-brown hair. He particularly likes eyes that sparkle a pale green-blue. When he finds those particular sparkly eyes belonging to someone who not only is looking at him, but is a /boy/, he decides. Yes, it must be this one.

On the sands, Fiery Nebula Bronze Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Tylendel, and steps forward.

On the sands, Jayhon pauses, stumbling back a step before getting hit in the head with a wing, tall man stopping with that nervous fussing to turn towards the blue dragonet, almost indignant, though too uneasy to do much more than trace surprise. That is it -- surprise.

Pyrene looks despairingly at the blue. That one's going to be a terror no matter who gets him. She can't watch, and so turns to find out what happened to the bronze, who is the subject of much discussion between Ewyrpin and Risli's fan.

On the sands, Savannah Sunset Egg finds its serenity broken: amber whitens under the strain of the bulging shell, paling beyond savannah grasslands, to milkier hues that flare more vibrant than the sunset shell, for all their pallor. Fiery shards fragment around the more subtle intensity of the dragonet that emerges; a crimson aura to surround and herald the birth of Milky Way Gold Dragonet.

On the sands, Milky Way Gold Dragonet
Buttermilk pours, pale gold, along the drawn-out length of her; runnels of clotted cream churn down her attenuated throat to broadened withers, where starlit motes -- paler still, though more intense -- freckle her hide. Their heat steams milky gold to white-hot froth, boiling over shoulders and spine, foaming along the base of 'spars and lathering haunches, before cooling again to softer, condensed shades that settle comfortably into the hollows of her flanks; stars crossed; stars lost in the mellowed warmth of profound tranquillity.

On the sands, "You wonder..." Shaela prods the older girl to finish her sentence, hand shaking the hand impatiently. "You wonder -- hey!" volume of her voice suddenly increases. "Tylendel!"

On the sands, Bugle angles up to Jezabel, jiggling sand from his sandals like a cat mincing through a puddle. "Lookee!" he shouts, pointing to the gold egg.

Viktor goes home.

On the sands, Kelvren squeezes Adianna's hand hard. "Look! Look!" he cries out, tearing his own eyes off of Ty and his bronze. "It's the gold Adi!" he exclaims in excitement, though obviously that's not the dragon for /him/. ;)

On the sands, "Tylendel!" The voice is almost hoarse, Jez managing now what would almost be a croak, before raising her voice yet more, "Congratulations! What's his name?" Bugle is now turned to -- surprised -- before following his gaze, "Wow, gold!" She has a flair for stating the obvious.

Paige squeaks! "Gold!" she applauds the new bronze rider, but soon, she even forgets Risli! How lovely!

On the sands, Risli ohs as the little queen appears, and briefly chews his lip in envy. Ah, well. He turns back, grinning, and thumping Tylendel on the back. "Good show, man!" He chuckles, and turns back to look over the clutch.

On the sands, Everything stops for Conlan, even though he can never be a gold rider. "Anna, did you see that? Look!" It shouldn't be hard to guess where: everyone else on Pern is looking right there.

On the sands, Annalee squawks, tearing her eyes away from the Blue long enough to watch the Golden Queen appear. No chance. Not for this candiharper. Eyes return to watching the Blue, heart in throat. "I wonder which one's the Blue's lifemate?" she asks Conlan, shifting back and forth.

Brekka whispers to Taree softly before standing to leave face reddening

On the sands, "Oh, wow -- Tylendel!" Niyanne grins towards the new rider, eyes flicking off in another random fashion to stare at the gold. "Look at her, Shaela -- Isn't she, um.. Handsome?" It's a word that works well enough.

On the sands, "Shards!" D'renn straightens, much to the relief of his support. "The gold..... uh. TYLENDEL....." He's definitely going to lose those dulcet tones of his.

On the sands, Adianna practically yanks Kelvren's arm, "A gold now! And right after a bronze! This is a great clutch!" she laughs out loud, thrilled, "Now, as soon as your lifemate comes along, the day will be perfect."

Taree smiles at Brekka, nodding a bit, her eyes still watching Annalee on the sands."

Ewyrpin crows in triumph, "tylendel!! what did I tell you??" Pyrene looks even more worried, does this mean that Ewyrpin is the sort to ride bronze one day? Then for once the whole row goes quiet for an instant at the sight of the gold. Only for the instant sadly, then chaos breaks loose as they start screaming for Shaela and Zirade.

On the sands, Blink of dark jade eyes, "GOrgous.." Enya states obvious from side lines, only able give moments studied gaze to dragonet before yet another newly impressed is waved over, "Over here Tylen...erh, T'lendel!" Herding the candies. just like Ene's ex-craft jobs.

Brekka goes home.

Gwenna fairly bounces out of her seat..."A gold! maybe jez wil impress a gold!" she squeaks to Ilyena.

Teza's eyes rivet on the blue and Annalee. Oh my. Tugging Aife, she stands up for a better view. "What is it with that blue? Alee, maybe?" Yeah, she could care less about that bronze or gold. Harper Pride strikes.

On the sands, Tylendel stops still, ignoring hot sands beneath. Expression sobering completely for several long moments, slow, sweet smile at last dawning on his lips. The breath of a name is spoken, just to taste it, and then repeated, joy pervading, "Cairhoth. Pleased to meet you." He barely manages the words, eyes entranced and falling, falling...

On the sands, Street-Savvy Super Star Blue Dragonet spins again, hitting the lad with the other wing. He can't help it. he can't /see/ the starsmith, see? Ten orbits and a half a century later and he's /still/ be a superstar, though. No matter. *Boink* What out above! Poor Jahon. Doesn't he know how to duck?

On the sands, Outer Banks Egg quivers quickly, and starts to bulge. Larger and larger, until the egg becomes totally out of proportion.

"Looks like Serath at Ista." Dark head nods as Ashan speaks and makes her observance verbal. She remembers the Istan gold being pointed out to her. "Looks just like her, too! Maybe they're twins." Obviously she doesn't understand the concept yet.

On the sands, Staring, perhaps awestruck up at Tylendel, Areiah just /beams/ as realization dawns. "Congratulations, love! Congratulations!" she practically squeaks, releasing his hand almost reluctantly as she straightnes up, suddenly confused. What's everyone.. oh! "The.. oh /wow/.. the gold." Murmured words, she's sure, make little sense, but she babbles away anyway. "Great Faranth. Jez, Jezabel, /look/. She's /beautiful/."

On the sands, Outer Banks Egg shakes, twisted branches tangling ever tighter as flaking shell-pieces also compete for the nebulous light. Greens glimmer momentarily brighter before the fog finally lifts, dissolves as the promise of morning emerges in draconic form.

On the sands, Morning Star Destroy Blue Dragonet
As the shadows of hills and valleys sleep in darkness awaiting the first caress of daylight, so too does the hide of this long dragonet: inky shadows flow his attenuated lengths, winding along the limber distance of neck and sides to diffuse into indigo and ultraviolet blue along the end of his tiller of tail. Only his thin-beaten wings glimmer with the promise of morning, pale gold setting fire to the cerulean fragility of his sails. His talons gleam, sharp and dark and eager, while destruction grows behind that facade of keen-edged awareness.

On the sands, The gold could have six eyes and no wings, and Shaela would still think it beautiful, of course. Grip on Teejay is released, both hands now gripping Niyanne in shakingly nervous excitement. "/Oh/," is all she says.

On the sands, Kumiko whistles low as Tylendel impresses, though she mananges to spy the gold's arrival as well, another whistle, as gaze turns again, this time toward supertar blue, as she steps back. "And they're going quick."

On the sands, Milky Way Gold Dragonet unfurls the tangle of limbs, wings, tail, neck; so many parts to organise. She shrugs those star-tossed shoulders, aligning herself, then birth-fuzzed eyes lift to her dam and sire and she blinks. Eventually, though, white robes must be investigated so she begins to slowly teeter forward, discovering the wonders of forward motion and ambulation in one fell swoop. Amazing.

On the sands, Jh'ral's mouth is twitching. "Grandad. Both of us now," he comments to himself.

S'mander is struck for a moment, the indication of which is his mouth drops a few a few feet... okay, inches? toward the bottom of the Galleries. "Woah..." is all that he emits before his mouth finally closes; yet, his eyes widened with wonderment. Perhaps secretly asking does this beauty possess the gracefulness of her creation?

Ayden gives a low whistle, nice looking gold.

On the sands, The destructive force of Morning Star Destroy Blue Dragonet moves forward, lurching into a slow tangle of wings and linbs. candidates are looked over, examined, and approached....Now to find the perfect one to conquer!

On the sands, Lani folds her arms across her breast, hugging to keep her pride from bursting forth and taking ribs and sternum with it. "Tylendel and Cairhoth? T'lendel?" She grins widely at Jh'ral, teasing. "Great grand-dad?"

On the sands, Jayhon pauses, moving now as eyes look into the Street-Savvy Super Star Blue Dragonet -- shock in his eyes, as now-J'hon smiles, the blue capturing his attention as he manages a hoarse shout to be heard by the rest of the Candidates and watchers, "Glennth!" J'hon and Glennth!

On the sands, Annalee turns away from watching the SuperStar Blue, watching the Morning Star Destroy Blue now. A long drawn-out sigh escapes the white-clad harper, and she leans against Conlan... "Look at /him/," she murmurs, pointing.

Utoxin goes home.

A second crow of triumph emerges from the bratlings as Beram acquires the llama baby, which is naturally put straight back into the betting cycle on his own hero Conlan to impress the latest blue. Pyrene nervously takes that bet on the grounds that wishes /do/ come true.

On the sands, Jh'ral straightens, protests, "Not yet!"

On the sands, Heathery Brigadoon Egg shivering, crinkling. Sway gently and tremble under the vibration through the grounds. Still nested, nestled, it's in a clear patch now. No sibs to crowd it and it almost roots in the soft sands.

On the sands, Kumiko pauses a bit at Jh'ral's comment, but she doesn't say a thing. Not yet, at any rate.

On the sands, Niyanne oohs slightly, and nods, pausing in feet shuffle to watch the dragonets move around. "She's really pretty. The blue is nice, too." But, Niyanne is more intent upon the shinier thing -- Just a matter of what she saw first.

On the sands, Glennth turns jewel faceted eyes torward Jahon, and steps forward.

On the sands, Kelvren winces, "Ouch! Not my sword arm, please." he exclaims to Adianna. "And what do you mean my lifemate?" he grins at her. "What if you Impress, I'm sure that would top off your day alot more than just watching someone else." His eyes follow the queen before peeling off to regard a newly hatched blue. "Don't you want to?"

On the sands, " TYLENDEL!" is uttered against the sands as she shudders in absolute mirth, Zirade shudders at the impression of friends.

On the sands, Nuff glances at Jh'ral and giggles, in her Nuffish way. "Been saying you're getting old Jh'ral. Ancient. Feel the cold in your bones?"

On the sands, Adianna claps loudly, "Jahon!!! Tylendel!!" she cheers for her frineds, "Wonderful!!"

On the sands, "More blue! Look Salea, more blue!" D'renn is in heaven. Although Trydanth would probably prefer greens. "Jayhon, Tylendel.....!"

On the sands, Jh'ral mourns, "I just turned fifty-two, too."

On the sands, Conlan startles-- is there a /girl/ leaning on him? An older woman? Must be the heat. "Yeah, he's real nice, too. He's got a lovely dark color."

On the sands, J'hon grins exultantly, as realization sinks in, eyes turning towards Glennth as he pushes forwards towards the blue dragonet, the bumps un-minded now.

On the sands, Salea chuckles and pats D'renn's shoulder, "Just think....all those blues...and you can help wash every one of them!"

On the sands, Zirade prods her foot into the sands - robe swirling in it's tendencies whilst she peers against the general glare, jumping from foot to foot in the beat of impression.

S'mander falls asleep.

Sharrasi goes home.

On the sands, D'renn pauses, mouth quirking this way and that as he eyes his superior. "Right. Thanks, Salea...."

Alycia takes a deep shuddering breath, mesmerized by the glimmering, shimmering glinting bit of a jewelry, shining so brightly on the sands, ungainly and clumsy, yet she can glimpse a flowing, streamlined sinuous future promise in the dragonet's clumbering form. "Khyron, look at that beauty, have you ever seen anything so breathtaking in all of your life...", she muses quitely, smoky deep voice vibrating with emotion, trailing softly away.

Teza snaps her finger and sits back down, now sparing a moment to glance at the gold. "Pretty," she remarks, leaving it at that. "Enjoying yourself, Aife? I am. Never know what'll happen. That's what I like."

On the sands, Risli feels the effect of the heat, and staggers a bit. He tries to clear his throat, and finds it dry almost to the point of cracking. Nerves or heat, he winces, and admires the blue as he moves along.

On the sands, Lani doesn't notice the gold egg's sudden shatter -- but a imperative croon from Rhyath draws her attention to mound and dam. "Oh, D'ante," she breathes. "The hatchling..." It's a reality now.

On the sands, Zirade gushes at Niyanne, gaze washing over the gold, almost curiously, " I wonder... what if /she/ came over here?" Zirade beams at Shaela with an odd - almost expectant - look in her eyes.

On the sands, Annalee sighs softly, releasing Conlan's hand and threading her arm through his instead, eyes bright as she watches friend after friend Impress. She shifts back and forth slightly, head still high even tho she's silently wishing for her flute, or stylus and hide, or /something/... Something to catch each miraculous Impressing in some form...

On the sands, Jezabel squeals softly, giggling softly before shaking her head at the newly Impressing dragonets, "How many eggs were there in all for this clutch, again, anyway?" she asks -- nobody in particular -- while gaze roves through crowds, watching as dragonets fly outwards and find lifemates, giggling and calling congratulations as pairs are made. Ah, that's the fun part, while she squeezes both Risli and Areiah's hands, feet moving through the sands, "Ris, I wish we could have a drink around now.." while eyes are intent on gold hatchling.

Fionchadd comes up the stairs.

On the sands, Pyramids of Giza Egg twitches, though now in a bit more earnest as the egg rocks back, hitting against a still-shelled sibling. Is that a crack along the side, or a image from the heat? Hard to say, but it doesn't move again.

On the sands, Shaela doesn't even see the blue, so intent is she on the shining dream. "Look how she moves," breathless whisper is emitted, and the tiny girl leans heavily against Niyanne for support.

On the sands, Gradually, Tylendel reawakens to the world around him, surprisingly /not/ starting with his feet. He can only smile at his friends, though for all of Pern he'd like to be polite and reply. Only -- he can't. Instead, he merely gives his nearest and dearest a special smile, the same one trained elsetimes on new lifemate, and wills his feet to head to the side, following many a rider's instructions.

On the sands, Glennth bumps here, bumps there, turns around and bumbs again. hey, this could be a popular seventies dance. Turning his eyes back up at J'hon, he flappa flaps, huge blue feet going where they may. /His/ starsmith. Ayup.

On the sands, Morning Star Destroyer Blue Dragonet watches, wandering, first through a group from Tillek, and then from a group from High reaches Hold...

On the sands, Areiah tightens her fingers to a nearly painful grip on Jezabel's hand, staring positively dumbstruck for several long moments before an abrupt shake of her head lifts her from her trance. Somewhat, at least. Sore feet are forgotten, neglected - she'll be nursing those later, no doubt - but she stands, eyes wide and fixed on the gilded hide of the little queen. "Jez.. Jez.. oh, Jez.. /look/." she exclaims again, pulling pointedly on the Healer-Candidate's rm and motioning towards the dragonet with her free hand. For all Areiah knows, Jezabel /is/ looking.

Dereami fans her wings in sudden agitation.

Pyrene glances back at the pretty gold speculatively, "Can you imagine what'll happen if Zirade /does/ impress her? She'll still be able to boss her around." Her words take a moment to sink in and the weyrbrats' cheering swings toward Shaela again. Pyrene continues to muse over the female candidates, "Areiah's nice..." When she's too busy to think up mischief, "Oh and Jezza there! I bet she'd be a good weyrwoman."

On the sands, Soft giggles come from Niyanne, her head nodding slightly whilst eyes begin to dart about the sands again. "I am, Shae.. She is lovely." Eggs are watched, now, dragonets ignored for a few moments. Her feet move, too, the knack of not kicking more sand over them lost after brief idle.

On the sands, Milky Way Gold Dragonet crosses the threshold of crimson shards that encircle her as she makes her way toward the ring of Candidates, though she stoops to peer at one stray fragment for a moment before continuing on. A clutchmate's inky blue tail gets a similar sniff. But no... time for lengthy perusals later. There is Something More to find just now.

On the sands, Over here...here..here! See? Enya is being a good lil weyrling director, small rider waving arm in motion to new bronzerider and dragonet, Kyleth always said that one smelled good.

Mahlia goes home.

On the sands, Morning Star Destroyer Blue Dragonet sniffs, ignoring the golden one on the other side of the sands...No, his territory is here, and he shall conquer it!

On the sands, Jezabel is looking, she's /looking/, as she shares Areiah's gasp, nodding towards the girl, before whispering towards her, clinging to her hand, "Areiah.. remember to /breathe/, girl." It's a duty as a healer to remind her of that, as green eyes fasten themselves on gold dragonet -- ooh.

Khyron hugs Alycia close, his eyes twinkling softly with humor... "Yes, when you and I met, I saw such beauty before me... now, the miracle this is, reminds me of that so much..."

Taree just now notices Jezabel in amongst the crowd down on the sands. She grins, wondering how the healer will do.

On the sands, Lani waves at a few of the huddling girls. "Go on. Go to her..." Her grin shows many teeth, too big for her, and not big enough at the same time.

Aife can't keep track of what's going on anymore. "I wanna see who the gold picks!" She has a weakness for those, they're shiny and pretty. "Better not be that horrible little gossip..."

On the sands, Conlan hugs Annalee's arm against him, watching the forceful blue move around on the sands. "Lots happening, huh?"

On the sands, Bronze breaks shell, making a looping orbit of the candidate groups before eventually settling in front of a particular Holder lad from Telgar..."Haleyth..." murmurs C'met in rapture.

On the sands, Shaela turns starry gaze from the gold -- momentarily -- to Zirade, breath catching at the suggested prospect. "I'd faint," she says with absolute certainty, regrounding herself in the heated sand. Hands shake on Niya's supportive arm, and she shivers nervously. "You?"

On the sands, Annalee stays close to Conlan, sapphire eyes fixed on the Morning Star Blue. "Yeah, and my heart's in my throat," she says, sparing Connie a huge grin as she turns back to the Blue, each one's more handsome then the next...

Teza chuckles softly, shaking her head and setting it on her hands, elbows resting on her knees. "Aife, I swear, you are amusing. I think everyone would want to see who the gold picks."

On the sands, Areiah remembers, rather suddenly. Breathing. Yes. Probably a good idea. And she does so, a deep, slow breath taken as she shifts, standing squarely on her tiptoes now. With breath comes remembered feet, you see. "Gosh it's hot. I'm breathing, don't worry, don't worry." Or trying to, at any rate. It's the thought that counts, right?

On the sands, D'ante's knees bend more than they ought and he finds a seat on a pale bronze paw. Gold. Oh my. Infernoth snaps out of his temporary stupor long enough to angle a so-smug, so-pleased glance at his mate, and then croons again, welcoming this Daughter.

"I don't," Jaiym calls almost -- but not quite -- cheerfully from where he slouches in his seat. "Hatchings are boring anyway. I only watch them because it's chaotic, and I so love chaos."

Charysli sighs, a single breathy word escaping her lips. "Blue."

Pyrene nods to herself in satisfaction. "Jezabel's a little crazy, you know," she informs Ranae who is stubbornly insisting that one of the weyr's own will impress gold, "Crazy people seem to impress a lot." Not that she's naming any names. Still anyone who can mistake Pyrene for Nuff definitely qualifies as a nutcase.

On the sands, Zirade chokes in another breath; Niyanne's hand squeezed to beyond the point of blood circulation, chilly because she's so hot. " I'd ... I'd - scream." Of course, that's exactly what she's doing all along, " Oh, C'met!" She offers warmth in her grin towards the other candidate - turned weyrling.

Aife shrugs, giving a snotty little toss of her hair followed immediately by a grin. "Course they do. But they can get outta the way and let me /see/." The misfortunes of being short. "I'm standing up..."

On the sands, Morning Star Destroyer Blue Dragonet snakes his head from side to side, catching site of a red-blond fire color...fire? destruction? Intrigued, he pulls out attacking and goes to investigate, stealth-style.

On the sands, "Hmm?" Niyanne blinks over towards Shaela, a confused look flickering over top the smile of glee. "I dunno how I'd handle /that/.." Probably look a little confused, like this, and shiver. Or shake. Both are good.

Fionchadd sees a familiar Harper standing on a bench, and makes his way toward her. "Aife..." Light tenor almost carries over the crowd.

On the sands, "Now that you're breathing, don't hyperventilate," Jez instructs, winking before giving Areiah a nudge, "Calm /down/!" She shouldn't be the one to say, as she pauses to remember to catch a hasty breath herself -- clinging to Risli and Areiah's hands, "That gold.. that /gold/, is wonderful." Simply stated, as her gaze sweeps over towards the blue dragonet, "And the blue, too," she comments.

Hythe has wriggled her way into a spot, Gaze intent on the dragonets and the canidates.

On the sands, Adianna motions to the Morning Star Destroyer blue, "How do you feel about blues, Kelvren?" she looks over the eggs again, "Or perhaps another brown or bronze in there somewhere..."

Teza understands completely, short herself. "I'll join you," she says with a grin, making good on her word and standing up. "Not that it helps much. Tall people never do the considerate thing and slouch."

Nevermind the gold! Ashan's attention is on one of the blues and she keeps pointing. Her mommy rides blue. She's biased.

On the sands, Pyramids of Giza Egg begins wibbling in more earnest, knocking against his neighbor, the sands becoming its impending doom. No way to free itself, it merely rocks back and forth, bricks shuddering under the onslaught.

On the sands, "/You/ can yell for the next one," D'renn informs Salea. His voice is getting hoarse... sidling over towards some of his wingmates, he strikes a pose. "Anyone got anything to drink for little old me?"

On the sands, Kelvren looks from dragonet to dragonet, a dizzying sense of frustrated waiting overcoming him for a moment. Over the wavering heat, he glances over at Adianna. "Blue? Which one are you talking about?" he asks her, looking off in different directions.

Alycia laughs giddily, shaking her head, her eyes brimming with tears, her emotions suddenly getting better of her, her mouth curving up slowly into a sweet, faintly impish smile, as her hands brush impatiently at the stray strands of hair blown around her face. "Flatterer, but I appreciate the sentiment. This is such a wonderful, breathtaking moment, very few things, by the Egg, in Pern could compare with this...", she says vibrantly, raising herself on the tiptoe and impulsively kissing Khyron on his cheek.

On the sands, Go to her? Head shakes. Shaela isn't about to release Niyanne just yet, grip ever-tightening. "Come?" she inquires of the older girl beside her, head bobbing in the direction of the gold dragonet. Feet shift beneath her, alternately digging in the sand, and filling in the subsequently created holes.

On the sands, Salea winks, "Okay D'renn...." Chuckling, she nods, "I still owe you that wine...."

On the sands, Adianna motions to a few blues, "That one..and that over there...oh, and don't forget him."

On the sands, Bugle scrubs his hands on the seat of his robe, eyes intent on the Gold -- for all it's of no moment to him, except out of curiosity. Dum dum de dum. "How about gold, Kelvren?" the loud harper asks. Loud and tending towards obnoxious.

On the sands, Conlan slips into a rough rhythm of breathing, making sure Anna's still there by his side, and just feeling the cavern move around him, submerging himself in the noise and the heat, letting it all go by. He lets out yells of congratulations at appropriate moments, oohs and ahs also where appropriate, but for the most part he just seems to be floating along. "Huh? Did you say something?" he asks of Annalee.

Gideon comes up the stairs.

On the sands, Morning Star Destroyer Blue Dragonet snuffles, nose down, moving quietly through the sands. Likely targets havee been sited. And are coming withing range. With step after step, he cautiously approaches the fire's center.

On the sands, Heathery Brigadoon Egg shimmer then, rolling slightly to rock with new energy. Determined and steady, for this one has made up it's mind. Striations to become more pronounced, tiny crack threatening integrity as it wobbles back and forth.

Aife giggles, though Finn gets a wicked face as one of the Tall People. "You. Hold me up?" He can make himself useful, and let her see. "Sides, Areiah's out there, you better look soon!"

On the sands, "Why're you doing that, Shae?" Niyanne kicks in a touch of sand after the hole, scrunching hand -- Hands? -- in tight grips, again. "Look -- A couple of the eggs are starting to move.." More then a couple, and the things have probably been in motion the whole hatching through, or near abouts.

Sticky hands for the most part wave Shaela towards the gold with a few stubborn resisters pointing to their own candidate of choice. Pyrene is cheering enthusiasticaly as the rest of them until Gideon is somehow noticed at which point she settles down more primly and tries to look separate from the young horde.

On the sands, Kelvren snorts in the direction of the harper. "Gold's are a bit girly don't you think?" he jokes, though he's distracted enough to glance towards the dragon. "I think it'd be a stretch for me to Impress her!"

On the sands, Milky Way Gold Dragonet nears the Candidates and stops, stock still, slowly passing her whirling gaze over each in turn. She rocks back and forth, slowly: considering, examining; motionless for a few long moments.

On the sands, Lani throws mock-kick at D'ante's boot, waggling her eyebrows. She's not going to faint with pride. Not if sheer willpower has anything to do with the matter.

Khyron smiles softly, looking alternately at Alycia and at the hatching sands... "Very few things, if anything at all..."

Trelain walks in.

On the sands, Adianna shrugs, "You never know...and I'll impress abronze!" she shifts her feet again, definately nervous this time.

On the sands, Zirade surveys the tiny eggs shuffling about - althoug they aren't /that/ tiny - eyes going to the Morning Star Destroyer Blue Dragonet while she offers a breathy grin, " That one looks - oh Faranth ... " she hushes, notcing the Gold watching all ever-so interested in all.

On the sands, Blue hide sparkles, next to brown and green that look like night and day. All four waddled forth and none searches very far - Callisto to brown "Jupiteth!" then Triton - Tr'ton - and blue "Neptunth!" and last of all is Oberon - O'ron - and green "Uranuth!"

On the sands, Annalee breathes in deeply, the pauses and grins at Conlan. "Nothing important," she assures him, arm still laced through his. "There's about half the eggs left, aren't there?" she murmurs, looking rather disappointed.

On the sands, "Jez? Jez.. Jez, I think.. I think Lani wants us to go over there." Over there being over to the Clutchmother in smaller form, of course. Shaking knees, by some miracle, hold Areiah soundly upright and she almost pleadingly pulls at her friend. "I'm not going by myself. If I let go of your hand, I'm going to flat on my face." Ever so graceful this evening, isn't she?

On the sands, Conlan shrugs. "I'm not counting," He says softly. "Not counting."

On the sands, Salea waves and calls over all four of the newest hatchlings. Chuckling, she horasly adds, "Your turn, D'renny"

On the sands, Jezabel watches the eggs -- then turning towards the dragonets with an expectant look on her face, shifting herself from foot to foot as she holds back, clinging to Risli and Areiah's hands tightly, "Who do you think the gold's going for?" Green eyes look surprised, "Lani wants us to go where?" but, she follows after Areiah, "I'll go with you.." She's about to fall over herself if she let go of her hand.

On the sands, Adianna claps again, her hands beginning to sore, for the new dragons-and-weyrlings, "O'ron!! Tr'ton!! Wonderful!"

Trelain enters the galleries, cursing under his breath about being last again, and wedging himself in with a bunch of smithcratfters near the front off to the side. "Looks like it's been a while starting," he comments, to a grunt brusquely given by his seatmate, and settles in to watch the hatching.

On the sands, "Because," Shaela stresses the word, tugging some more at the gripped arm. "If I'm closer, mebbe she'll notice me more." Her whole existance has been focussed on getting noticed and viewed as important -- why not right now?

On the sands, Annalee sighs softly, eyes closing to help her regain balance. Breathe, Harper, just breathe. Isn't that what she was always taught? In, out... Congratulations are called in due order to O'ron and Tr'ton. "Well done, they chose well!"

Hold her up, indeed. But Fionchadd is one of the enemy, or so it seems, and having been graced with six feet of bones, he surrenders himself to slavery and lifts the Harper into the air. "You'd better tell me what's happening."

Pyrene also notices the dwindling number of eggs and also the amount of her friends still hopping from one foot to the other while they watch for cracks and hatchlings. "C'mon, Reiah, Connie, Rade, Adi, Anna, Shae..." the list goes on.

On the sands, L'shil moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

On the sands, "Thanks Salea. I tell you, you'd better have that wine ready for me soon...." D'renn waits. Although this might mean he gets to call the newest goldrider.... Hmmph. Blue eyes peer keenly out into the cavern, latching onto that gold form. Where's she going, huh? "Heya, Lesh, got anything to drink?"

On the sands, Risli disentangles his hand from Jez's, pushing her slightly ahead. "Go on," he urges. "I'd hate myself if I held you back." He hugs her breifly, and grins at Areiah.

On the sands, "What?" Niyanne shrugs, and takes a step forward. And then stops. "Is this close enough, for you?" Probably not, but Niyanne'll wait and see.

On the sands, " Camisto!" Zirade gets tongue-tied in excitement. " Congratulations!" Niyanne's hand is squeezed beyond belief, but she cannot help it, now can she? " Oh, look at the blue, look at the blue - and the bronze; and gold - oh, oh!" Shuffling is begun, distraught enough, as she follows, " Is that close enough?"

On the sands, Nuff breathes, in an dout, in and out, and shifts from foot to foot. "Cant'say I envy them, and yet, I do?" Nuff queries the younger riders around her, "I mean, I have Tiareth, that's more than enough. But to be able to start again." Nuff eeys the little gold and the blues around her, sighing.

Teza smirks at Aife-in-air, sighing. "Well, I must admit I don't find that fair. I'd ask Briganth to come and hold me up, but I don't think she'd fit in here." With another mutter for tall people, she stands where she had been sitting. "Well, this isn't much better."

On the sands, L'shil shrugs, and holds out a skin. Full of water, of course, but it's liquid. Mostly, he's just happy he's got shoes on.

On the sands, Ruins of Atlantis Egg shifts and then settles once more; a gentle movement like the sea's surge.

On the sands, Jezabel pauses, returning Risli's hug quickly before clasping Reia's hand tighter, moving slowly towards Lani with the other Candidate alongside, "Thankyou, Risli.." she manages faintly, as her feet shuffle, hopping along in the sands.

On the sands, " An egg is moving!" she points a wriggling bone finger 'wards the shakling egg. Zirade /beams/ at Niyanne and Shaela. " And egg is moving!"

Aife giggles. "Find your own?" she suggests, as a small fair of firelizards, disgusted with all this moving around, take to the air around her head and obscure the view a bit more for someone behind her. "Oh. This is Fionchadd. He's an artist. Finn, 's Teza. Used to be a Harper til a dragon picked her." That's what always happens to good Harpers, it seems.

On the sands, Milky Way Gold Dragonet finds; chooses. Darkness. Blueness. Crooning in relief she makes straight for one of the girls that meets her partway; the one that was there all along - just unrecognised. Until Now. Areiah.

On the sands, Dodging a spray of sand blown up by an impatient brown, Bugle drubbs his cheeks and ears, smacking the clinging sands away and blinking through tearing eyes. "Hey!"

On the sands, Lost Spaceship Egg pulsates hotter and quicker -- silver gleams, moves -- erupts! Light lashes off damp dragonet hide, only to fall into the darkness of his hue. Brown? Just barely. He shrugs off the shell -- its encumbrance a bygone memory -- and pauses dramatically, head turning to sweep all with a burning gaze more knowing than any just-born creature should have.

On the sands, Knight of the Hale Bopp Brown Dragonet
Dark, brooding, handsome -- the shadowy hues of night-draped trees flicker about this charismatic dragonet like a cape. A narrow, pitch-touched muzzle leads to prominent eyes and up his aquiline profile to the quirk of his polished headknobs. From here, darkest sepia and sharper, comet-burnt brown lurk along his long, lean neck to sweep into the scurff of a railbone chest and low, rambling hindquarters, trailing finally to the tip of his wickedly tapered tail. Whiplash-lean, imposing, and indolent, he carries himself like a little Lordling 'neath that rainment of velvety hide and high-flung shock of richly fired sails: wings flare, dangerous and wild from those long and spindly spars.

On the sands, Milky Way Gold Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Areiah, and steps forward.

Gideon goes out.

On the sands, D'renn slurps gratefully from the offered skin.... then drops it, water spilling unnoticed into the sands. "Areiah? AREIAH!" Well well.

On the sands, Adianna claps loudly, "Areiah!!"

Trelain scans the crowded galleries, and waves to Lady Charis with a huge grin on his face. "Hello," he mouths, for the two are too far away fro communications. Hus (his) seatmate turns to grumble at him for obstructing the view, and Trelain reluctant (thought (though) excited) turns back. "Look!"

On the sands, Risli holds his breath as the little ruined egg moves, and looks around, finding himself alone on the sands. Not one person nearby to talk to. He fidgets, and howls with glee as Areiah is chosen by the little queen. "Areiah! Nicely done!"

On the sands, Kelvren clears his eyes once more, brushing back the wild locks of his flaming hair. "What's taking them so long now?" he wonders outloud. "They were zipping around before?" Then he gasps, "Areiah!!!" he cheers with the other candidates. He beams at the new goldrider. "Alright, Areiah!!"

On the sands, Jezabel pauses, letting go of Areiah's hand now as the gold dragonet Impresses, "I knew that you could do it! Areiah!" She exclaims exultantly, turning to fling her arms 'round the other girl's shoulders briefly before stepping aside -- not getting between her and the dragonet. "Congatulations! What is the name?"

Dione comes up the stairs.

Aife, still bobbing in the air, lets out a squeal. "It's Areiah! The gold!" Harper hands bob about in the air, uselessly. "I knew it!"

On the sands, Saoirse's jaw drops. "Well whaddya know." And here she was discussing mending with the girl earlier in the day. "Congratulations, Areiah!" She cups a hand to mouth to call toward the new-Impressed weyrling.

On the sands, Annalee pales then suddenly lets out a whoop of joy, calling out Areiah's name in jubilation. "AREIAH!!"

On the sands, Another squeek and Enya beams grin, "Great Arieah!!" she calls out with rest of ruckous, waving over pair after impression rush slows. Hey, lest they gotta impress face up.

On the sands, Green! Green flashes from a little egg. One of the smallest surely? And such a green dark forests and gleaming dapped sunlight. Tiny, fragile, she wobbles up to the feet of one little lad. Pug nosed - rejected earlyer for it and loved, nay adored not. "Faeryth!" cries P'ck in delight.

Pyrene shrieks with mad joy! "Areiahhhh!!! She did it!" Her friend! Her close friend! The other weyrbrats cheer with growing enthusiasm as Pyrene encourages them with a few glares. Happy glares, but she's determined her friend is going to get the respect she deserves!

On the sands, Conlan blinks out of his trance as the gold dragonet makes her choice. "Areiah!" he calls, loud and louder, baritone echoing everywhere (he can yell loud when he wants to). Impulsively, he reaches out with both arms and hugs Annalee. "Look! Look at what Areiah did!"

On the sands, Oh. Wow. "Congratulations, Areiah!" Niyanne takes a step backwards after sight of impression, thistle eyes settling atop just-hatched brown. "Look at him, Shaela -- What d'you think of him?"

On the sands, Zirade intakes her breath; yet again, a knife sharp gast before she lets out her long gasp. " OH FARANTH AREIAH! A /gold/!" She grins proudlike at Niyane, head cocked to the side. " My friends' a gold rider."

Tathyana falls asleep.

Hythe grins widely as she sees the Gold impress.

On the sands, Annalee hugs Conlan back just as tightly, crying in joy for her friend. "I /knew/ she'd do it, I /knew/ it, I knew it!!"

Teza starts to offer Fionchadd a smile, not batting her eyes but not far from it. However, mid-smile and mid-greeting she spots the golds impression. So, what does she do? She adds her own cheers to Aife's, even if she doesn't know the impressee.

On the sands, T'lendel grins from the sidelines, he and bronze turning together to smile delightfully at Areiah. Even from across the sands, his loud cry can be heard, "Oh! Congratulations Arieah!!!" Softer now, his voice almost reverant he murmers to his lifemate, "A gold, even."

On the sands, Heathery Brigadoon Egg is done with this. With confinement with waiting. With warming and hardening. Rocking furiously, cracks become more noticable. Striations become cracks.

On the sands, Heathery Brigadoon Egg crumbles around the base. Cricks and cracks work their way upward, fanning out to let fronds lift before blowing gently away in tiny fragments on the wind of a shallow slope. Puffs of grit fall to the sands and a last large fragment is shaken off the blue dragonet's blocky head.

On the sands, Impish Dwarf Blue Dragonet
Bumbly-round and just the slightest bit stubby, this pudgy young dragon is a clear, bright harper blue; rubbed in, polished with care, his hide does not vary but for the barest, careless scatter of darker indigo dimpling his padded back. The freckles fade once more as tripping 'ridges reach his head -- a head that is just a bit too big for his foreshortened neck, for all its darling, snub-nosed muzzle. Still, his legs are also short, finished with neatly curved talons that gleam a glossy black. Rounded wings hang from harp-smooth wingspars, their sails resined with a bit of mischievous chalk that also roughens his uneven tail. Those extremities -- sail and spar, tail and talon -- all mirror his mood in a way that innocent eyes do not.

Pyrene is blissfully happy now. Conlan could impress a blue and she wouldn't bat an eye. Well almost. And now a brown, lets see... "Zirade!! Go get that brown!" Pyrene likes browns. Zirade can impress one of them.

On the sands, Thesy waves from the sand edge, one head caressing her lifemates head, "Congrats, Areiah! What a beauty!"

On the sands, Salea grins widens as she sees the new goldrider...A good match..."I can certainly drink to that pair - indeed each an every one."

Hythe peers amongst the candidates, trying to find those she recognizes, fingers moving to cross.

On the sands, Annalee giggles slightly at the new Dwarf Blue hatching, still giddy from watching her "twinling" Impress to the queen. Conlan is clutched even tighter now for fear her knees will decide to release their support.

Celan goes home.

On the sands, Jezabel chuckles softly, grinning again -- that's the only outlet to express her happiness for the other girl -- towards Areiah, "I /knew/ it would be you!" she calls. Risli is cast a bright smile, before the girl turns again, reaching out a hand towards him, "Hold my hand, Ris? I think I need it.." if only as a crutch to keep herself from falling down.

On the sands, At lost of the others; glance simply beholds -- behelds -- the brown at it's beauty as she is awed in mirth and happiness. And the blue -- the blue is the most gorgeous site to be seen as she bares a smile from ear to her. " Ooo - Niyanne. Look at /those/." Zirade is happy. Too happy.

On the sands, Knees buckle and Areiah drops to the sand, arms going aching and tired all forgotten in one brilliant moment. "Ysbryth! Ysbryth, my love.. Ysbryth.." mumbling, babbling, she has effectively melted. Then, for the crowd's benefit; "Ysbryth! She says her name is Ysbryth!"

On the sands, A delighted smile blooms as Lani watches High Reaches' 5th weyrwoman join the ranks. "Oh, good choice, don't you think?" she says excitedly to the weyrleaders. "Ysbryth!"

Fionchadd's reaction to Aife's announement, to the gold's too-perfect choice--he could hardly disagree with it, after all--is for all the breath in his body to stop at once. Then-- "Gold--?' And a broad grin spreads across the tall artist's face. "Ysbryth."

On the sands, Oh, and now a blue -- Welladay. "There's a blue, too.." Niyanne shivers, kicking sand into little hills about her feet. "I /am/, Rade.." Attention perks on Areiah again, and wide grin comes from her smile. "Lovely name, Areiah!" Very, very nice name.

On the sands, Morning Star Destroyer Blue Dragonet turns at the sound of a large noise. What was that? Who dares to yell in his domain? Stalking, he turns around, now intent on a new target...that one over theer...

Alycia glances at the sands thoughtfully, then sliding her eyes to Khyron, shaking her head "Khyi, time we left, I think, it's a bit too crowded..." she raises her voice above the crowd's clamoring, starting to glide through the throng of people even as she speaks.

On the sands, Impish Dwarf Blue Dragonet shakes his stubbly head, fressing it of last shards before round eyes gaze up and about. Dam and sire, first things he sees. Then white, white on small bodies. So, with a sway of his tail, short legs are clambered up apon, moving more sand but moving him as well.

On the sands, Maybe they can auction Lara off to another weyr and get down to four. Jh'ral watches the newfound pair, mouth twitching inscrutably.

On the sands, Nuff blinks, "Areiah? Not..." She glances at others, older and ... wiser? And then back tot he young Areiah. "Hope she Rides better than she cooks", muttered withan amused, half-delighted sort of grin.

Ranae coos adoringly at the latest blue, "I want him to impress somebody nice." Pyrene fortunately was too busy listening for Ysbryth's name to be announced to hear, thus saving the galleries from another comment about blueriders.

Alycia goes out.

Khyron goes out.

On the sands, "Wha'?" D'ante jerks his gaze from the gold's search and impression to Lani. His grin turns sheepish. Then: "Ysbryth." And he nods, first toward the sands, and then at Lani. "Suits her, you think?"

On the sands, Yet more blue! But for once D'renn is intent on much much more... "Areiah! Bring Ysbryth over here!" All seriousness, he takes a few strides out onto the sands.

On the sands, Kumiko mumbles, in Nuff-range, "That's asking for a lot. Cooking doesn't happen overnight." The riding thing, well, it can be teached.

On the sands, Annalee sighs happily, watching both Blues now. "Oh, Connie, look, that one's Harper blue!!" And Anna effectively melts, there and then. Two blues. Two handsome blues.... Okay, well, that Dwarf might not be handsome, but he's certainly adorable!

Teza blinks slightly, tugging on Aife's sleeve with a grin. "Did you hear that name? What a mouthful. It's barely pronoucable!"

On the sands, "I like that one, Anna." Is Conlan holding up the harper candidate now?

On the sands, Knight of the Hale Bopp Brown Dragonet watches calmly, distant. Then -- movement. Slow, sure, confident, he stalks forward, paces the circle intently. A sharp sniff, there, to a small, young boy; an evident sneer to another, hulking fellow. Gimlet gaze rakes the candidates again.

On the sands, Adianna whispers, "More blues...where is yours?" she glances towards another newly impressed person and smiles brightly to him.

On the sands, Kelvren continues his loud cheers, whooping it up excitedly at the new weyrwoman and dragon. Now that's excitement. "Hoy." he breathes with a broad smile finally, "Mine? Who knows." he grins, looking around at the array of blues now dotting the sands.

On the sands, Areiah is trying. Really she is. "Hungry. Oh.. yes, yes.. all right, love.. we'll get you.. yes." mumbling, and now grinning like a lovestruck fool, she assists her lifemate to the place D'renn has indicated, shaking hands doing little to help. "I.. oh.. she's.." Resigning herself to wordlessness, Areiah simply crouches, holding the dragonet tightly in her arms.

On the sands, "The brown is interesting.." Niyanne makes more piles, knocking over a few to make room for more. "What d'you think, Shaela? Or you, Zirade.." Though opinions from at least one of those seems to have given opinion already.

Aife giggles, sliding out of Finn's arms to the ground. He seems a little distracted anyways, she'll go back to standing on the chair. "Ysbryth." She tries it on for size. "That's a terrific name..."

On the sands, T'lendel grins, nearly bouncing up and down, one hand resting lightly, comfortably on Cairhoth's hide. The bronze's head follows in the same direction, both awaiting arrival of gold and lifebond expectantly, the two already appearing closely bonded, in action and appearance, as a shimmering aura of happiness fairly glows from T'lendel and dragonet alike.

On the sands, Annalee merely breaks out in a huge grin, impulsively hugging Conlan again. "They're all wonderful..."

On the sands, Impish Dwarf Blue Dragonet waddles forward. Yes, he waddles. Round and round and short you'd think he was plowing from the deep forrows left behind. White. White white white. Round eyed gaze settles first on one but no, he's not right at all. More? Girls? Letsa have a look at them.

On the sands, Risli grabs at Jezabel's hand gratefully, pulling her close. "Thanks," he whispers. "I was getting a bit self conscious out here." He chuckles. "Did you see Reia? She looks so happy."

Pyrene likes Areiah's cooking. Taste's fine, it's the presentation that needs work. "Oh this is nice! Now we just need for..." Her enthusiasm dampens suddenly as she surveys the sands. They're running out of eggs really fast. Shaela's and Zirade's names are still being chanted dutifully, but there's the first tinge of doubt in weyrbrats' voices.

On the sands, Conlan laughs uncontrollably. "They always are." And so much for that line of conversation.

On the sands, Zirade haughtilly nods, distraught in her own little world, " They are both amazing. Though, I liked the brown's egg better, " at the she simply chuckles in half-laugh. The burning sensation in hissing feet is uncontrollably /hot/ ..

On the sands, Jezabel nods to Risli, sending a fall of tousled black locks 'bout sweaty forehead, before grinning, "Areiah and gold Ysbryth, is it not beautiful?" she asks, still smiling happily -- "I can't /believe/ it, it's so wonderful for her.." She clings to that hand, needing the additional support.

On the sands, Cairhoth lifts his head, rounded snout poking into the air, held proudly high.

On the sands, Annalee /finally/ stands up straight--again--and grins at Conlan. Before suddenly realizing--her feet are /hot/ again. Sand Dance is resumed, each foot up, down, breath is in, out...

Fionchadd barely even notices when Aife leaves his grasp. His amber gaze is fixed entirely, intently on the scene below, of a young woman and an even younger gold dragon....

On the sands, Pyramids of Giza Egg shifts a bit, before falling still; it seems that bit of activity must have been from something else, dispite the hairline fractures that have laced its surface. Still, it doesn't move, settling still.

On the sands, D'renn just accompanies Areiah and Ysbryth to the sidelines, a definite glow on his features matching that of the new weyrlings.

On the sands, "I sorta liked the blue's." Niyanne shrugs, glancing over both dragonets with a careful eye. "I guess both were nice, but I liked the blue's egg better." Look is given off towards remaining eggs, and new weyrling pairs, smile brimming back into place at sight of each one she sorta knew.

Pyrene and Helyne join forces for once in their lives as they frantically grab a blanket and start waving it in a rather pointless attempt to urge the brown towards Zirade.

On the sands, Impish Blue Dwarf Dragonet keeps going, right through first cluster of girls. None looked right. Too pale with blond pigtails and white robes. But ah! Some more. Eagarly he alters course, legs almost buzzing with the effort as he plows into yet more sand and stumbles. Hot!

On the sands, Shiftshift; hop. Shiftshift; hop. Zirade makes the beat of the sand in her own little hotness as she wisks the sweat from her brow, eyes noticinig, drawing out the details of those who crouch -- /sit/ -- stand and stay on the sands. " It's hot here. Let's go where the sand is cooler."

On the sands, Morning Star Destroyer Blue Dragonet sniffs the sand, picking up the trace of that errant noise. gracelessly, he whumps up to the loud boy.

Ashan falls asleep.

On the sands, A brown looms form behind what's left of the eggs an meanders out without a plan or a care. He goes, he is, he moves, he strides, heading straight into the candiates and beyond them. Reaching the row of already impressed weyrlings, all twenty and more of them, he peers in confusion and turns back to the others. Indecision sets his wings trembling and his eyes awhirl.

On the sands, Beam. ENe's no sad face either, "Wonderful!" short bluerider manages offer again admit constant burble babble of lifemate beaming also with pride, newly impressed pair is waved over with nod and grin.

On the sands, Bugle continues to scrape at his face and hair. The black sands of High Reaches are pernicious. "Ugh, Ugh. Ugh!" Is that blue looking at me?

On the sands, Knight of the Hale Bopp Brown Dragonet turns regally, eye caught by a haughty nod, a smothered laugh, a sand-dance. There she is, found again. Someone in his path? Too bad. He is lordly, and thin, and himself. Impediments are trivial, in this matter.

On the sands, Morning Star Destroyer Blue Dragonet steps with purpose to Bugle. Anyone who can make that much noise...yes, you.

On the sands, Annalee squawks in suprise as the Dwarf Dragonet plows his nose into the sand. "Oh shards, easy now, come on little one..." Anna coaxes the Dwarf Blue from where she's standing... "Harper blue. How wonderful--he's adorable, isn't he?" she asks of Conlan.

On the sands, Tripping dragons, or so it might seem. "The only place where it's /not/ hot is /off/ the Sands, and we aren't allowed to leave yet." Niyanne is, um, knowledgable. "Though I agree, it would be nice.."

Beram is still urging the Destroyer blue to Conlan. Silently of course, don't want to remind Pyrene of their bet.

On the sands, Kumiko shifts, moving back toward toward D'renn, before she muses, "Well, that wasn't what I expected but...." Gaze moves toward the sands. Few eggs left.

On the sands, Risli grins at Jez, squeezing her hand reassuringly, "I know it'll be fine," he reassures the Healer-Candidate, not quite valiant, as feet shift in the hot sands, eyes scanning the eggs and dragonets on the sands. "The gold /was/ beautiful."

On the sands, Adianna leans back on her heels and rests for a few moments, catching her breath in admist all the excitment.

Kamara comes up the stairs.

On the sands, "Yep, he's adorable," Con asserts for at least the fifth time, continuing to lift one foot at a time, hoping to beat the heat a little bit. "Watch out-- that little guy can maul you easy as anything if you get too close," he cautions.

On the sands, Kelvren sighs as he waits impatiently, kicking sand. Then he turns to Adianna. "You alright?" he asks her, wincing at his own burning feet. "It's devilish out here, waiting in this heat. Look, there a brown, couple blues. Maybe they'll find someone soon too?"

Paige motions for Kamara to join her by the rail. Being a tall herder is such a great advantage!

On the sands, Impish Blue Dwarf Dragonet struggles up. Yes, onto his feet again to clump towards this group. Not all girls? There's boys there? For a moment he pauses, snout high in the air as he peers. Yes, boys there. but a girl, a girl as well with lovely black... hair is it? Long and cloaking. Not too pale is this one!

Evan walks in.

Ayden inclines her head towards the smith and then returns to gazing at the sands.

On the sands, Adianna nods, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just hot! Its hotter than Igen at high summer out here!" she motions to the dragons, "Its a wonder they're not all red with blisters."

Talixa falls asleep.

On the sands, Pyramids of Giza Egg wobbles again, though it comes to a halt as the egg brushes up against a dune. Rest, rest, rest... heave! The occupant inside pushes, knocking the egg back, only to roll to one side. And stop.

Kamara steps over near Paige, "Hello." she nods and glances down at the sands below, trying to spot anyone she might know.

On the sands, D'renn pats Kumiko companionably on the shoulder, picking up the near-empty water skin. "Here, have a drink." He's waiting for the next Impression.. there it went! "Hey, Bugle..... this way!"

Evan silently slides into a seat.

On the sands, Cairhoth is the image of strength and wisdom, of course. Head held high and extended in greeting, what else could he be? Until, of course, his head swings suddenly towards the ground, wings half-shooting out to regain balance. T'lendel is smacked soundly in the side, though dragonet pulls back before the force is too much. Lifting his head once more, however, Cairhoth feigns nonchalance. T'lendel chuckles, replying to some quiet wisp of a thought, "You fall, never...You're.." searching for the right word, he shakes his head, finishing simply, "Wonderful."

Pyrene at the moment wouldn't care too much if she did lose the bet. She just wants her friends to impress, "Helyne, I think it's working! Isn't he looking at Zirade." Probably not due to their antics but who cares so long as get Zirade out of the nanny's room and safely away in the weyrling barracks.

On the sands, Annalee tilts her head to the side, arm remaining fixed and laced through Conlan's, blueblack hair shoved back yet again. "Connie, he's just too cute!!"

Paige points at Risli. "Go herder!" she yells.

On the sands, Knight of the Hale Bopp Brown Dragonet stops in front of Zirade, leaning down his lead to look her in the eye. This? Is this the one? The eye, they say, is the window of the soul. Her eyes shall tell him if he has chosen.

On the sands, Morning Star Destroy Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes towards Bugle and steps forward.

On the sands, Kumiko takes the skin, nose wrinkling as D'renn wanders off. They shouldn't stand so close, red and cranberry, but still, those moving eggs ellict attention, as she watches the brown stop. And smile. "Zirade."

On the sands, Jezabel giggles softly, squeezing Risli's hands while anxious green eyes follow the dragonets, occasionally sweeping towards where Areiah is, or /was/, as she loses the other girl in the sweep of the crowds, giggling softly at T'lendel, "Ooh..." is all that she can make out, words not working. "Zirade!!" She calls, "Congratulations!"

On the sands, Pyramids of Giza Egg pauses in place -- suddenly resembling a monolith on which not even time can wear away. But time waits for nothing, and the living being within refuses to wait any longer. Chips flail from powered contours, cracks splitting the various layers until the very center of the oviod shakes; soon enough, the ancient moument has fallen, the host within left in a spray of shards.

On the sands, Wintry Ursa Major Bronze Dragonet
Grizzled bronze heightens the rainment of blackened copper worn so easily by this large and lumbering dragonet. Dark along his sensitive snout and broad, sweeping chest, lighter where silvery moonlight plays along his portly sides, and dark again along the afterthought of his tail, burnt sepia and bronze scruff him, tip to tail. His profile is dominated by the bredth of his high forehead and salient headnobs, as his cumbersome frame is ruled by the low-lying silver of capacious wings: light catches the constellation of starbursts along the canopy of his sails, setting them adrift for all the slow-witted determination of his smallish eyes.

On the sands, Ruins of Atlantis Egg shifts some more.... almost invisible signs of motion, blue sloshing against whiter lines... lines that seem to be deepening.

Paige squeaks! The girl who'd she'd spoken to earlier! She's got the brown!

On the sands, Conlan nods, and gently pulls his arm out from Annalee's. "Look, Zirade!" And he steps back once again.

Koryn watches from his position on the bench, knowing none of the people there on the sands, though having met a few of them in his days here at the weyr, and smiling in an almost dreamlike state as he watches the impressions take place one after the other, yet remains steadfastly silent throughout it all.

Another Bronze. For Risli? Hopefully!

On the sands, Risli grins, and waves at the former nanny. "Good show, Zirade!" he calls, and digs his toe in the sand. "There aren't many left," he notes, and gasps as the bronze falls from its shell. "Isn't he splendid?"

On the sands, Annalee looks back, grinning brightly back at Zirade. "You did it!!!"

On the sands, It's /raspberry/. Not cranberry.... D'renn suddenly stops dead. Zirade? Who's going to control all the children if she Impresses?

On the sands, Ooh, another gap in Niyanne's hands. Will be soon, any way. "Um, congrats, Zirade?" Hand is withdraw, left to hang loosely at her side. "Oh, wow.. He's handsome."

On the sands, Wintry Ursa Major Bronze Dragonet sits. And sits. And doesn't appear to be moving anywhere for a long moment, eggshell stuck to his nose. A few more shards are collected on yolk'd wings, but the dragonet merely sighs, butt firmly entrenched in the sand.

On the sands, Who? Me? Bugle backs away from the Morning Star Destroyer Blue Dragonet, windmilling his arms wildly as balance eludes him. Eyes meet. Jewelled to irised. "M...M...Milleniumth!" Amazingly, B'ug has developed a glitch in his speech algorithms. Just as well his life is going to take a different course. Harpers have need for a silver tongue, a rider not so much.

Chaos? It's got nothing on what's happening in that row of Brats. Cheers, whistles, general hysteria-- Hullania nearly keels over. They've won! No more Nanny Zira bossing them around. They've made her into a dragonrider (it's all down to them you know).

Aife tugs on Teza's sleeve now. "Who's out there? I lost track...."

On the sands, Sardrinth gives a startled little rumble as Thesy bounces, yelling at the top of her voice, "Rade!!!! Congratulations!"

On the sands, Annalee turns back to Conlan, eyes still on the blue. Harper blue. Anna promptly melts once again at the incredible adorability of the little Dwarf Blue. "I wonder who he'll go to," she says, softly.

On the sands, T'lendel grins as more and more dragonets find their candidates. Calling out names rapidly, he grins and adds, "Zirade!!! Congratulations!" Wow, everything's so special! Hand still resting on bronzen hide, his head swings slowly across the sands, trying not to miss a thing.

On the sands, Impish Blue Dwarf Dragonet clumps up. Closer closer, he must have a very good look at this one. Why, her eyes are sapphire! And what's that ruby in the midst of her face? He butts at her gently, entranced by the entire vision. Vevet right down to her ankles! Annalee is indeed looking over most enthusiastically.

On the sands, Impish Blue Dwarf Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Annalee, and steps forward.

On the sands, Out of the corner of his eye, Conlan catches the glint of bronze and shrugs at Annalee's question. "No way to tell, but I think you might want to check that blue out." Con's beginning to feel like the best man at a blue dragonet wedding, here. "Congratulations, Anna," He says, soft enough for her to hear.

On the sands, Annalee pales... And sinks to her knees. "Erranth... Ohhh my Erranth...."

On the sands, Knight of the Hale Bopp Brown Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Zirade, and steps forward.

Pyrene does remember her bet in the midst of all the hullabaloo, yet again that wretched llama baby changes owners and yet again it's risked on a bet. Conlan again, but now Pyrene's counting on him getting bronze.

On the sands, L'shil whoops, with his usual noisy loud abandon.

Kamara realizes she'll probably be late for her appointment, so she hurries not, better late then never, but better get there before she's later then she already is!

Kamara goes out.

Teza jumps up and down on the bench, poiting at the sands. Yeha, people are looking at her funny but she cares not a bit. "Aife, Aife! Alee! She.. she impressed!"

On the sands, Jh'ral catches Annalee's impression, and perhaps his smile grows. Not that it's really been absent during this hatching. "And the harper will dispell the myth--"

On the sands, T'lendel quickly adds a loud, "Congrats, Annalee!!!" to his callings.

On the sands, Kelvren cheers again as blue and brown make their choices. "Zirade! Annalee!" He raises hands in a sign of victory, but remembers at the last that Adianna's still attached to his hand, nearly pulling her sideways.

Aife's tug on Teza stops mid-motion. "Is that Annalee?" Her voice rises, shriller with each syllable. "I /told/ you Harpers make the best riders!!"

Kaila comes up the stairs.

On the sands, D'renn bounces lightly on his heels, catching both Impressions. "Zirade!" Oh no... it was her..... "Annalee! Bring 'im this way...." Nice nice blue. Wonder who'll get the bronze?

Charysli sighs. One egg left. She feels as though hours have passed.

On the sands, Jezabel /squeezes/ Risli's hand, it's all that she can do, as she shuffles her feet uneasily in the sands, grinning at Annalee, "Annalee!!" she calls, waving her congratulations towards the girl, "Congratulations!" Impressing dragonets, Impressing Candidates -- chaos.

Ranae beams in pleasure. "That cute li'l blue 'pressed Alee." Even Pyrene is pleased with that one. Another friend safely impressed away. But still...

On the sands, Wintry Ursa Major Bronze Dragonet finally lifts his bum, though body stretches as a wide yawn escapes his maw. That head leans down, beady eyes on the ground as he starts moving toward those white things. And moving. That lumbering gait isn't taking him anywhere too fast, but he's moving along, slowly marching toward a pack of candidates

On the sands, Ethree moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

On the sands, " Oh, hello -- what?" Eyes widen, Zirade glances about in every direction. " Azrieth. AZRIETH!" A whisper, then shout, she grins with a brim of tears. " My ... my ... Azrieth."

On the sands, Risli grins, and offers his congratulations to Annalee. "He's very handsome," he calls. He feels a bit faint, and he leans against Jezabel a moment. "Sorry," he mutters. "It must be the heat."

On the sands, "Congrats, Annalee, Zirade!" Niyanne shouts her accord over towards the two, pausing after a moment to again begin kicking said into little piles. And knock 'em over.

On the sands, Annalee wipes her eyes, arms wrapped around Erranth tightly before she stumbles to her feet, leading him over. "Come on, lovie, right over here, we'll take care of you yes we will...."

On the sands, Color seems to be slipping faster from the edges of the Ruins of Atlantis Egg, blue draining from its surface and to show paler pools.

On the sands, D'ante continues babbling: to Lani, at Lani, at anyone who's listening, more like. His attention turns to Zirade's new lifemate. "Nice lookin' brown there. Dark." Jet eyes then wander to other new impressions hatchings. "And the blue... Look. That dark-haired girl." A finger points in another direction. "Shells, would you look at that bronze. He's /huge/!" Excitement makes him far more verbose than usual. He's positively prattling.

On the sands, Now without anyone standing beside him at all, Conlan surprises himself by moving over toward the larger group of candidates, seeking the companionship of his friends and fellows on the Sands.

On the sands, Adianna calls to both of them over the hustle and bustle of the hatching, "Yes, congrats Anna, Zirade!!"

On the sands, L'shil whoops, with his usual noisy abandon. "Ziraaaaaade! Yah-hoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!" Bounce, bounce, bounce... And is that Piccath doing barrel rolls and twists in the air above the Sands?

On the sands, Ethree adds the expected whoops, hollers and ye-hoos to the already chatoic atmosphere.

Kaila spots some people she knows, and tries her best to find someplace to sit. Finally she manages to stand next to someone(Ilyena), glancing over she reconizes the person, yes from this morning, "Ilyena?" she had heard the name called out when this one Impressed that flit...was that the right name?

Ewyrpin frowns down at the bronze, he wants Conlan to impress too but on the other hand, he wants that llama dangling limply from Pyrene's hand. Helyne announces "Azrieth! Zirade's Azrieth's rider." Fatuous beams all round.

On the sands, Risli grins at Conlan. "What do you say, Conlan?" he grins. "Pretty exciting, no?" He turns, suddenly aware of that little ruined egg. "It moved!" he exclaims. "I saw it!"

On the sands, Ash moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

On the sands, Kelvren peers over Adianna's head, "Say, that another bronze there?" he asks her, voice a tad hoarse from the cheering, yelling, and general excitement. He smooths his forelock back once more, the heat making his hair go limp and unruly. "There aren't many eggs left are there?"

On the sands, Ash was there all along, doncha know... standing in about as casual leather gear as Ash gets and totally shamelessly without knot...

On the sands, Ruins of Atlantis Egg settles, aqua and blue slowly but surely being drawn away from shell's hard surface. Pale stone seems to rise, striations forming along pillar-lines. And as the glitter of gold surfaces, so the shell cracks away, the lost continent finally revealing its treasure.

On the sands, Explosive Supernova Green Dragonet
Stellar-gilt jade surges over her diminutive frame, the endlessly deep hue cracked and shattered by the force of diaphanous volatility. Within each striation, grains of mica glitter, brassy gold, accentuating her sylphic proportions with their opalescent shimmer and glinting from beneath the verdigris that caps each perfectly defined headknob. Rounded shoulders brace in a wide-set stance, bisected by the rocky 'ridges scattered along the length of her spine as jagged fragments of rougher opacity. Copper trails into bright wheaten quickening along the length of her long, lithe tail; caustic brightness in a resonant contrast to sunlight's subtle charade.

On the sands, Annalee settles to the side, near Arieah, sapphire eyes glistening with stunned tears. "His name is Erranth, Areiah..."

On the sands, Rhyath burbles. Really, hatchlings are much more interesting than eggs, she admits privately. Resettling her wings, she watches the Wandering dragonets, concern for those as yet unpaired. Her rumble of encouragement swells. Erranth, Azrieth. Dragonnames easily remembered, the riders...Perhaps in time. They look nice enough, though.

On the sands, Adianna shakes her head, but squeezes his hand firmly, "There's one for you, I'm sure of it." she's sure of herself. Really, she is!

On the sands, "I wonder what's going to come out?" Jez speculates, grinning at Risli before waving at Conlan, her shifting in the sands a more-or-less self-conscious movement, gaze sweeping then to the bronze dragonet out in the sands, "Look at that bronze.., and the /green/, here!"

On the sands, Conlan takes Risli's words as an invitation and smiles back. "Yep, it always is," he says, eyeing the bronze once again out of the corner of his eye. "What moved?" he wonders, coming to stand closer to Risli and Kelvren and Adianna, blending into that tight little group.

Fionchadd goes home.

On the sands, D'renn grins at all his weyrlings.... his, his very own to love and squeeze and call George... although that might get confusing if he called them all George. Gentle words are offered to each and every one, half a gaze on the last hatchlings.

On the sands, Enya blinks abit as she is called awake back to the reality of Pern.

On the sands, Wintry Ursa Major Bronze Dragonet lumbers, if slowly, toward toward a white robed boy, coming to pause at lad with a shock of red hair. Eyes -squint-, as if trying to get a good look at him, snuffling that heavy forelock of hair, inspecting. Hum. Hum....

On the sands, Risli gasps, and sinks to the sands, clutching Jez's hand. "Oh, my stars," he breathes. "Isn't she the most beautiful green ever to walk Pern?" He's a bit gushy, but he can't help it. That green does that to him.

On the sands, Soft oohs come from where Niyanne stands -- Apparently, without any hands to crush, really. Or maybe there is, but.. Heh. "She's a pretty green, isn't she.."

On the sands, Kelvren smiles around as the other Candidates move closer. Almost like a last stand against the inevitable, whether it be for good for for..not. "I think there's a green out there too." He mentions to Conlan as the other young man steps closer. Turning back forward, he blinks at the bronze whuffing by. "Shards." he says softly, gulping hard.

On the sands, Explosive Supernova Green Dragonet is green? Surely that's not right? She should be gold, shouldn't she? But no... lookit... there's a gold over there. She stops, and re-evaluates, just sat in the middle of her egg... But something /dark/ attracts her attention, black atop white. Perhaps an investigation is in order.

On the sands, Jezabel giggles at Risli, "It's /beautiful/, it is," she agrees, wincing at the heat -- her feet feel /scalded/ -- "You like that newest green?" she queries, scanning the sands while noticing the rapidly dwindling number of eggs, squeezing Ris' hand reassuringly.

Pyrene gives a soft sigh of relief, "A green." Hopefully no more blues then. She resumes watching Conlan worriedly, much maligned llama baby now crushed out of shape between her hands. Ewyrpin is not amused.

On the sands, Everybody's movin, everybody's groovin. Eth's grin is wide and toothy as she leans against a wall. Little pretty dragons. She shoves a sniffling canidate back into the fray. "S'not over yet dunderhead, get back in there!"

On the sands, "That is some big bronze," says Con by way of reply to Kelvren. "I saw the green, yeah. Risli, you're too much."

On the sands, Wintry Ursa Major Bronze Dragonet snuffles again, though momentarily at Kelvren, as if contemplating. Or maybe he just can't see the lad, even if he's right up in his face. A snort wafts those forelocks of the former guard up high, before head pulls down, and shakes. Nononono. All wrong. He spies his clutch sister, and where she's going, before he moves, head down. Right toward Kelvren.

On the sands, Folks liven up! D'renn grins at Ethree, happily moving from Weyrling to Weyrling. "Food soon...."

On the sands, Risli can only nod. That hatchling has stolen his breath, much like the heat. "She's the most lovely dragon I've ever seen. She should be a queen, she's so pretty." He chuckles, and looks at Conlan. "Too much?" Maybe so.

On the sands, Rade is hungry. " I'm hungry!" Azrieth is hungry. We're all hungry!

Paige crosses her fingers and hopes!

Pyrene cheers for Kelvren a trifle sadly. Ewyrpin is even more crestfallen as he tugs from her hands the llama baby. Plush worn and sticky, legs bent out of shape and nametag crumpled. Probably just as well Conlan can't see it.

On the sands, T'lendel laughs, though he feels much the same, at fellow weyrlings. Cairhoth merely butts his head against T'lendel -- Not funny, /hungry/!

On the sands, Conlan shakes his head, laughing quietly toward Risli. "She is awfully pretty," he concedes, eyes flicking toward Kel and the bronze as he backs away.

On the sands, Explosive Supernova Green Dragonet moves, left leg, right leg, gradually settling into a more graceful gait. Arrow-swift, she halts before a group of blak-haired Candidates with her head held high. Look at me!

On the sands, Nuff looks, but she has gold curls. Then she looks back to the eggs -- wait, wheer'd they all go?

On the sands, Tears are shed despite the broad, beamed smile on Areiah's lips, trembling form balanced against that of her lifemate and vice versa. "Oh, yes, love. You did just fine. Just beautifully." she assures the gold softly, nuzzling her head against her neck. "Food. Yes, food, I promise, darling.. soon. Soon."

Aife goes home.

On the sands, Lani nods and nods and nods to everything D'ante says. "He's enormous. Uhoh..." She watches the thickset bronze drive head-first towards Kelvren. She holds her breath. The hatching has been surprisingly bloodless.

On the sands, Adianna sucks in her breath and drops Kelvren's hand with pleasant surprise at this bronze being /so/ close to him.

Risli's fan is still hoping for him, but most of the other children are now focussed sadly on Shaela. "c'mon" is heard among the susurrus of nervous whispers.

On the sands, Infernoth, for his part, will have to learn all the names again tomorrow. Any sense of, well, sense has left him for now; all suave urbanity has been overwhelmed by the wonder of seeing these eggs hatch. It wouldn't be so bad, except D'ante's mirroring that stupid grin. A right pair, they are.

On the sands, Kelvren protests as his hair goes flying from the bronze's snort, obscuring his sight long enough to confuse him. "Hey!" he exclaims, stumbling back half a pace trying to reorient himself and to see just what's happening.

On the sands, Niyanne shivers a little, and watches the dragonets and everything in silence -- Continuing to kick over hills of sand, and make them. Who's going to who?

On the sands, A few late-comer blues slip from their eggs and dash towards candidates, impressing right right right away, as if their candidates might soon disappear. An a tiny little green, so fragile it seems there is no way she should have made it out fo the egg, collapses against a candidate trying to hold back tears as one of the blues stumbled past without a glance.

On the sands, Jezabel spares a warm smile towards Areiah. Ooh, /she/ has black hair, does that mean that she can Impress bronze? Jez flicks said hair back again, pushing it out of the way of eyes with her free hand while holding on with sweaty palms to Risli's hand.

On the sands, Annalee settles close to her fellow ... weyrlings, no longer candies!! ... "I just can't believe this." Sapphire eyes stare right into Erranth's, lost in that gaze.

On the sands, Risli looks at the little green, and smiles. "She's so lovely," he murmurs. "What d'you think, Jez? She's just beautiful." He squeezes her hand, and grins broadly. "Oh, how I wish..." he trails off, shaking his coal black hair roughly.

On the sands, Salea chuckles and settle back, nicely perched on a smoothed part of the wall....D'renn's doing all the work....life is good...now if only he'll change those colors...

On the sands, "Wirry, they're only babies. But that is a lovley Green." Ethree returns her lifemate's silent inquiry, ashen eyes a'light with somthing undefined, somthing a from long, long time ago.

On the sands, Conlan shakes his head. "Risli's in love," he says in a stage-whisper, pitched so the other Candidates can hear.

On the sands, Wintry Ursa Major Bronze Dragonet continues on, right past Kelvren, coming on a direct course toward that green who would be gold. Or perhaps where she's heading. It's hard to tell, but he does move past Kelvren, coming to a stop at the two dark haired lads, looking between them. Now which? Which? Head looks left, right, and then again.

On the sands, Jezabel arcs an eyebrow towards Risli, grinning slightly, "It's a /lovely/ green.. what is it that you wish?" Unfettered curiosity, she holds, as feet continue their slow shifting in the hot sands, her gaze wandering over to watch the said green with attentive eyes.

On the sands, Thesy holds her breath as she watches the confused bronze. So whom will he choose?

On the sands, Sardrinth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

On the sands, Ash escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Hythe watches the bronze, Breath held in anticipation.

On the sands, Risli shakes his head. "Nothing other than anyone else in white," he says wryly, shooting a grin at Conlan. "I can love her, even if she's not meant for me, can't I?" He chuckles, and wrinkles his nose at the little green. "She's just so lovable."

On the sands, Explosive Supernova Green Dragonet jostles her bigger brother, having little effect on him. They're hers! All of them! Her jade-glow seems to deepen, mica dapples shining with the gold she wants to be. But as a gold... she couldn't have the one she wants.

Pyrene stares again at the bronze, hand going back to tug at Ewyrpin's arm. that Llama baby, however abused, is still in contention it seems.

On the sands, Conlan blinks as the bronze wanders away from Kelvren, attention diverted from teasing Risli (though it's so much fun it ought to be a sport) for just a moment. He tilts his head to give the dragonet a long look.

Kabes comes up the stairs.

On the sands, Thesy escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

On the sands, Adianna sighs and squeezes Kelvren's hand, "It's okay, there's still a few more."

On the sands, Kelvren manages to look up in time to see bronze tail slithering by. "Oh shards and crackdust." he mutters, looking past towards the toher candidates. He supposes yelling 'come back here!' at the dragonet would be fairly fruitless and probably less than dignified. ;) He glances over to Adianna and shrugs, squeezing back as her hand finds his once again.

On the sands, Wintry Ursa Major Bronze Dragonet isn't even moved by his clutchsister's brush. He's too busy squinting. And squinting. One of these things is looking back at him. Muzzle cants forward, toward Conlan, to get a better look, such as it were. Egg-splattered muzzle wrinkles, before head moves to try to be on level with the lad's.

"Risli and Conlan," Hullania opines. She has spoken. Risli's young fan and Pyrene send her hopeful looks.

On the sands, Wintry Ursa Major Bronze Draognet turns his jewel faceted eyes towards Conlan and steps forward.

Paige holds her breath, watching as the Bronze impresses and the green tries to make up her mind..

"What's his name?" A loud woman calls, standing on her chair. Like she could be heard over all that noise...

On the sands, Adianna is torn between cheering for Colan and being comforting to Kelvren. So, she just smiles brightly and calls out a soft congratulations.

On the sands, Annalee sends out another long whoop as she watches Conlan Impress to the Bronze.

On the sands, Ash moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

On the sands, Jezabel cheers, "Go Conlan!" She pauses, "C'lan?" This said timidly, testing out the name -- that /would/ be his honorific, wouldn't it? "What's his name, Con?"

On the sands, Risli grins, and thumps Conlan on his back. "There you are! Good show!" He grins at the others assembled, and at the little green left. She is /awfully/ lovely. He squeezes Jeza's hand, and holds his breath lightly.

On the sands, Conlan, or is it C'lan, stands stock still. "Alarth," he says softly. "His name is Alarth."

Pyrene snatches that Llama baby with a victorious cry. that and Conlan prevented from blueriding for good. 2 wherries with one stone there. "Connieee!!" He can call himself what he wants now, but she'll not forget the name that suits him best. Ewyrpin merely shrugs, resigned.

A broad smile fills Hythe's face as she sees Conlan impress...Her cheer of congratulations lost in the sea of voices.

Evan smiles, very slightly, as he watches the candidates impress.

On the sands, Kumiko watches, grining just a touch. "Con.. C'lan. Well." Amazed? A touch. Enjoying it? Very.

On the sands, Salea cheers, "Congrats! Conlan" from her corner, happily moving from weyrling to weyrling.

On the sands, Explosive Supernova Green Dragonet is rather pleased by her brother's choice: that wasn't the one she was looking at anyhow! With a nose-in-the-air glance at Jezabel, the green edges forward, poking her nose upwards at the other one. The one who was worshipping her as she deserves.

On the sands, Ethree leaps up and claps wildly. "Conny-conny-conny-conny, Conny!" People are looking at her. She glares back, smooths her leathers and leans up agains the wall once more. You were saying?

On the sands, Kelvren isn't a sore looser however, his cheer for Conlan lacks for nothing. "Conlan! Alright!!" he cries out, hiding his disappointment well. Kel's a laid back sort of lad you see. He grins down at Adianna. "I didn't think that one was for me. Didn't feel right somehow."

On the sands, Jezabel's hand is squeezed, another loud whoop let out -- joyous -- towards Conlan, "Congratulations, C'lan!" she calls, letting out her held breath as the dragonet Impresses, "I /knew/ it..." before getting cut off in agasp as the green dragonet heads towards them, 'Risli.. look.. it's /coming/."

On the sands, T'lendel grins and calls a hearty, "Way to go, Conlan!" across the sands as another bronze finds his lifemate. Smile cast to Cairhoth, he seems to send an oh-so-obvious message of love.

On the sands, Nuff sees all, but she sees the little bronze finally impress. "Well what do you know? He didnt'get his blue afterall." She leans against the cooler wall behind her and hrmms, softly.

On the sands, "Conlan! Whoohoo!" D'renn whoops. His and Nuff's - their protegee. Or production. And a fist waves victory at the Senior Weyrwoman.

On the sands, Risli looks pale, as the little green approaches. "Who is she looking for?" he muses aloud. "She seems awfully interested in us."

Paige starts to bounce up and down. That green, near Risli... could it be...?

Charysli sighs, almost in relief, but that would be uncharitable of her. No, she sighs in envy, wishing she were down there, just briefly.

On the sands, /Little/ bronze? Jh'ral eyes Alarth, "I know the feeling--"

On the sands, Jezabel is ignored by the dragonet, as usual. Hmph, "I think she's going towards you?" she asks, giggling softly at Risli. Though, with dragonets, you'll never be able to tell. And he /is/ the one that's been worshipping her. "She's awfully pretty.."

Gideon comes up the stairs.

Brandon goes home.

Silvera goes home.

On the sands, Nuff glances at D'renn and laughs. "Toldja it was worth searching Conlan, D'renn. Even if he didn't impress blue."

On the sands, Explosive Supernova Green Dragonet has no doubts. She knows exactly what she wants.

On the sands, Explosive Supernova Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Risli, and steps forward.

On the sands, Adianna claps loudly, "Risli!!! Congratulations!!"

Gwenna bounces out of her seat! "That's Chadron's cousin, who just impressed the green!" she fairly shouts. "At least, I think so," she adds, squinting.

On the sands, D'renn beams brightly at Nuff, pushing back sweaty curls with one hand. "Oooooh, Risli!" Looks like the last hatchling has made her choice. Can D'renn go home now?

Kaila leans over, is that Risli? "Go Risli!" she cries at the top of her voice, "Congradulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Paige bounces and her fire lizards vanish back to the hall! "YAY RISLI!!!!!!!! GO HERDERS!!!!!!!!"

On the sands, Risli kneels, tears streaming down his face. "Oh, Zaqith. You're just what I was looking for." Trite, but truthful.

Trelain sighs heavily as the last dragonet Impresses. His seatmate smith makes a comment about the crafters left Standing. Trelain raises an eyebrow at this. "But don't they say, the dragons /know/?" And that is enough about that.

On the sands, Alarth is no little bronze. And just now, he's hungry. He butts this boy in the chest firmly. Food, bud. Wake up. Food.

Ilyena laughs at Gwenna's antics.

On the sands, Saoirse pulls at her sweat-slicked ponytail; My, but it's hot in here. She's finally noticed. Hatchings get funny that way.

On the sands, Annalee whoops again as Risli Impresses next before turning back to her Erranth.

Risli's little fan sighs in delight, and more cheers emerge from fans and calls of encouragement to those who will no doubt have better luck next time. Pyrene sighs, "I just hope he's better at flaming thread than cheese."

Kabes claps to his fellow herder and whoops "Congradulations Risli!!!"

On the sands, Salea beams, tears welling out of the corner of one eye. Dashing them, she motions to R'sli. "Congrats!"

On the sands, Kelvren feels spent, the heat taking it's toll, but he spares nothing to cheer for the last candidate to impress. "Alright Risli and Zaqith!!" he cries in one loud whoop. Then he falls back beside Adianna, shoulders slumping in exhaustion. "What a night." he sighs.

Shasta goes home.

Paige goes home.

Trelain manages to elip (slip) past the smiths, and saunters out...

Dereami has left.

Trelain goes out.

On the sands, Jezabel is in time only to give R'sli a quick hug, grinning, "I /knew/ it!" she pronounces, "Congratulations on Zaqith!" she manages, before shifting on her feet, "Is that about all.. ?" Gaze sweeps sands.

Charysli sighs again, standing, suddenly feeling very tired and very old. She shouldn't have come.

Gideon shuffles over to Pyrene, eyes shining. "Exciting, eh?" he says to her.

On the sands, Adianna squeezes his hand lightly, "Are you okay, Kelvren?" she looks over her friend concernedly.

On the sands, Posida escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

On the sands, C'lan, somewhere else, stands stupidly on the sands being butted in the chest by this big bronze-- whoa, /his/ big bronze. "We should get something for you. Some food."

On the sands, Haze is broken slightly, Niyanne glancing up after being absorbed in kicking around the sand. It's over, isn't it? Fine and good, then.

On the sands, Lani looks about, surprised. The lull isn't broken by another cracking shell. "I think..." Eyes lift to the stands, "That's it."

On the sands, D'renn strides out onto the sands, attempting to marshall the last weyrlings in.. "Come along... C'lan, R'sli..." See? He managed those contractions!

Hythe takes a deep breath as she settles back in her chair, who could not help but be affected by hatchings.

Koryn lets out a long contented sigh as the last dragon impresses, content to just sit there and continue to watch to the very very end, his first hatching ever and he doesn't want to miss any of it, not one single bit.

Pyrene blinks startled at Gideon. Self-consciously she tries to tidy her hair, but is rather happy at present and doesn't care. Assorted brats disperse, still arguing over bets.

On the sands, Jezabel makes her way towards Niyanne, giving her a quick hug -- "I'm sorry, Niya." -- Jez didn't 'press, either. "C'mon, they want to chat with us, I think?"

On the sands, Cairhoth breathes out suddenly, loudly -- /not/ a snort, of course -- and again nudges lifemate, headknobs gently digging into skin. Whirling eyes look up at the boy, asking with an almost haughty expectation of deliverance. Food!

On the sands, Kelvren smiles as he looks back to Adianna now. Impulsively, he exchanges the handsqueeze for a friendly hug. "I'm alright. Are you?" he asks the girl as he winces a bit at the soreness of his feet. The longer they stay out here, the worse they feel.

On the sands, Washed up in her love -- the love -- of Azrieth, Rade ponders the next step in their life together with a thoughtful, impish air; " Dear, perhaps we should go and get some grub. What do you say?"

On the sands, Shaela slips back into the shadows.

On the sands, R'sli stands, touching Zaqith lightly on her headknob and leading her off after D'renn. "Let's get something to eat, shall we?"

On the sands, C'lan dumbly follows D'renn, sure that Alarth will follow.

On the sands, Niyanne slips back into the shadows.

On the sands, Nuff pushses off the wall, likewise gathering up the unimpressed and hearding them back into the caverns. Kind words are muttered.

On the sands, Kamaria's missed nearly everything, engrossed in sappy gazes and murmurings with Nekomieth and what not. "Huh...it's over?" What happened? Was all to fast...

On the sands, Nuff escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Teza can't help but sigh a bit, only one of her friends impressed. However, one is more than none, and she leaves with a faint smile on her lips.

On the sands, Jezabel slips back into the shadows.

On the sands, B'ran escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

On the sands, Kumiko escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

On the sands, Erranth calls out slightly, butting his lifemate. No more crying....

Kaila walks out.

On the sands, Ethree gives a dramatic sigh, finding security in lifemate's touch before slipping into sleep's sweet embrace.

Teza goes out.

Kabes sighs

Kabes goes home.

On the sands, Jh'ral walks out.
On the sands, Ash escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

On the sands, "Time for food!" D'renn declaims, and starts leading them out. All however many....

Gwenna sighs happily, wiping tears she didnt know she was shedding. "THat was beautiful. Poor JEz, though, I bet she's sad."

On the sands, D'renn escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Kelvren escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, R'sli escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Gideon grins as he watches the new Weyrlings leave the Sands.

On the sands, Zaqith escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Ilyena sighs and agrees with Gwenna

On the sands, Kamaria escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Adianna slips back into the shadows.
On the sands, Annalee escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Erranth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Rade escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Charysli just sighs, not agreeing with anyone.

Jaiym goes home.

On the sands, Salea escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Azrieth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Nekomieth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Areiah escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Evan goes out.

On the sands, E'ren escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Enya escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Pyrene grins suddenly thinking of the inevitable celebrations and rushes off living cavern-wards.

Gideon looks around the Galleries. "Who's interested in some cold apple cider in the Living Caverns?" he calls out with a smile.

Sabrina goes out.

On the sands, Lani smiles sympathetically at the candidates as they shuffle out, then swings her hands and shoulders. "Whoah. Come on. I think we deserve that drink D'renn mentioned, D'ante."

On the sands, T'lendel escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Pyrene waves to Gideon, "C'mon then!"

On the sands, Cairhoth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Koryn grins, "Got any hot cider?"

Seian dozes back off in Paige's arms.

Seian goes home.

Dione's ear's perk up when she hears hot cider, she nods enthueastically and heads to the living caverns

Dione goes out.

Koryn goes out.

Ilyena turns to her friends and says, "Shall we go?"

Charysli smiles tiredly at Lena. "Where to?"

On the sands, Lani slips back into the shadows.

On the sands, "I think you're right." D'ante agrees. He starts forward then stops, turning, sheeping, elbow jutting; offered at last. "Lani?"

On the sands, Ysbryth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Ilyena yawns and says, "Dunno. Anywhere but here. Too cold!"

Charysli nods quickly in agreement. "You think we could get a ride home, by any chance? I don't know if I can stay another night here."

On the sands, C'lan escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Alarth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

On the sands, Grinning, Lani loops her arm through and strides out. A weight off her shoulders. Liberation.

[post hatching celebrations in the living caverns]

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.

Jezabel exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Gideon ducks into the kitchen for a moment, and returns with a large tray holding two pitchers of cider, one hot, one cold, as well as some fresh klah. He disappears once more and returns with dozens of mugs.

"Come and get it!" Gideon calls out to the gathering throng.

B'ran waves to one and then another. "Hi!" he responds to Gideon, another wave and a nod to Koryn, Jezabel. Bye, Jez. Hm. "Well met, all of you! High Reaches welcomes you." With it's own welcome wagon bronzer. yah.

Enya strides quietly in from the Central Bowl.

Sabrina walks in from the Central Bowl.

Pyrene leans back in a chair and /sighs/! "I am very, very happy." And she's not going to be welcoming because she forgets manners easily. just as well b'ran's here then.

Gideon smiles to Pyrene. "Would you like anything?" he asks her.

D'ante walks in from the Central Bowl.

Evan glides silently in from the Central Bowl.

Koryn makes miniscule waves to everyone until he gets his glass of hot cider, heck, hot /anything/ will make him happy right now!

Evan moves over to the klah pots and pours himself a mug which he immediately takes a sip of, before looking about for those he knows.

Lani enters with D'ante.

Dione grins and goes right up to Gideon with her little hands out ready to get a nice hot mug of cider.

Pyrene blushes slightly, Gideon's probably best off not knowing what she'd like from him. Instead she murmurs, "Cooki-- I mean redfruit juice please." she's mature beyond her turns, oh yes.

Hail, hail, the gang's all here. Even the proud parents, now. D'ante enters, Lani on one arm. He makes for the bar, but is stalled by hand-shaking well-wishers. Laughing comments that he'll never remember tomorrow are bantered about and that lop-sided grin is as broad as the day is long.

Gideon smiles, pouring a mug of cider for Dione, then handing it to her, warning, "Don't burn your tongue."

Dione beams and gives him a little nod of thanks before she finds an empty seat at a table and climbs up into it.

B'ran waves at D'ante. "Great clutch, D'ante." Wading through the thickening throng, he /finally/ finds Gideon and his smorghasbord of whatever it is he has. "What have you for us?" He smiles at Pyrene, but Lani doesn't even get so much as a glace. It the males that make the clutch, see?

Gideon grins at Pyrene. "Redfruit juice it tis, las," he replies before dashing back into the kitchen to return with not only the juice, but a cookie as well.

Sabrina gets herself some cider, then quickly scans for someone she knows.

Evan moves over to the Starcraft Journeywoman, "You're starcraft, aren't you?

Gideon nods again to B'ran. "I can get ya whatever it tis you're wantin'," he replies with a smile.

Koryn grabs up a mug of hot cider and sips at it, standing by the hearth and looking at the others in the room, not really knowing any of them so remaining quiet and just enjoying the warmth.

Charis quietly strides in from the Central Bowl.

Sabrina smiles at Evan and gives a polite node, "yes I am"

Shanahan walks in from the Central Bowl.

Evan nods, "THought so... I don't get the chance to meet all of you, even tho our crafts are so close." He notices Charis enter, "Char! Good to see you. Any of yours impress?"

Pyrene takes the redfruit juice and sips daintily. It's a good thing Conlan and Areiah are now safely installed in the weyrling barracks, otherwise they might have a few choice words to say. Gideon is smiled at again, and a soft "Thank you" is cooed. Yes, cooed. Oh dear.

Koryn wows as he spots the ladyholder enter, and grins, waving, "Miss Charis! Want some hot cider?"

Quietly, as always, Charis makes way in, but grin is just /beamed/ on quiet woman's face. Yes yes, Lady Holder is happy tonight, green eyes spy Evan with another /beam/, "Not just anyone, Kamaria did!" beam. better than hers, her best friend.

Gideon smiles once more at Pyrene, then is distracted by all the requests coming his way.

Evan raises a brow, "Kamaria? Don't know her."

Shanahan steps in quietly with Charis, looking around at everyone a small nod is given to Evan, as he steps towards them,

Evan nods, briefly, to Shanahan.

B'ran wriggles his brows at Gideon. "You sure about that, sir?" He pulls at the leather about his neck. "Kyleigh's stuck in the weyr tonight. Morning sickness again. What I want to know is why they call it that when it's a perpetual thing, you know?" At least with the women /B'ran/ knows, anyway.

Lani sucks a breath, imagining B'ran strung from the roof by his ankles. It's enough to restore the smile to her eyes. Ignore her, will he? "D'ante's Infernoth certainly proved his worth, B'ran," she says sweetly. Dharmath, on the other hand...

Pyrene watches Gideon for a bit then gets distracted as names of impressees are mentioned, "Zirade impressed!" she informs the room. One nanny down....

Charis gives quiet grin, "She's a dear dear friend of mine - a healer. SHe impressed that minty green dragonet." she responds, as she makes way furhter into cavern.

Gideon grins at B'ran. "Well, sir, if I don' have it yet, I'll find it for ya."

Koryn hmms as he sees Charis far too swamped to notice him, and goes back to sipping at his cider, but then smiles as he looks around the room at all the people, even if he doesn't know them, it still feels like a party!

Evan nods, "A healer no longer. Atleast, not primarially." He sighs softly, "I must say that looking back on things I'm glad I didn't impress. I would have missed too much."

Another nod is given, "Yes, now a /weyrling/! So happy for Kam.." Charis murmers again before smiling with a nod, "I never knew you stood on the sands, Evan."

Shanahan turns his eyes to the rest of the group, then to Evan and Charis, he chuckles a bit at Charis' obvious happiness.. "How have you been Evan?"

Evan nods, "Aye... twice. Besides Nuff, in fact, although she didn't impress at that hatching.

"Thanks, B'ran." D'ante accepts the other bronzerider's congratulations with a pleased nod, then turns proud eyes back to share his own with the weyrwoman. "Rhyath did a great job didn't she? I think Infernoth's disappointed they've all Hatched now." He makes his way to a wineskin, inspects it; asks: "Wine?" The stamp is brushed with a sleeve hem and peered at. "Benden, but I can't read the Vintner. Red anyhow. Anyone for a glass?" He includes nearby company in the offer.

Hey. Hey. Dharmath may not have sired any clutches in his almost 20 turns, but that doesn't make the pair impotent. Good things are never ripe before their time. B'ran's already been hung from the roof. Several times. And painted purple. Still, he ignores Lani. But he takes the nearest glass of Benden White from a passing server and raises it to the ceiling. "To Dante and Infernoth!" he toasts.

Pyrene listens to the adults talk idly, grinning inanely away to herself. She spots Lani and D'ante and waves a congratulations to them. They had very smart kids on the whole. Or to be more accurate, their dragons did.

Sabrina drinks some of her cider then backs up against a wall and tries to scan the room.

Koryn chuckles slightly as he listens, hearing the offer of wine but saying nothing, still hung on that drudge-thang, wine's an upperclass thing, especially benden!

Gideon takes one of the skins and pours himself a mug of Benden red. He then moves away from the table and off to the side.

Mirra walks in from the Central Bowl.

Evan sighs, slightly, "The memories are definately bittersweet. I wouldn't go back and not stand, but I'm certianly glad I didn't impress."

Lani snags one of the glasses for herself and very nearly cracks it with the tightness of her grip and the stare she gives B'ran. With only B'ran's testimony as to Dharmath's...potential, she's not going to lose sleep over this bronzerider, and so, holding her glass out for filling, she echoes the toast, "To Infernoth and D'ante." Her smile, though thin, is warm for Pyrene.

Ashan toddles, or is carried, in from the Central Bowl.

Koryn glances over at Evan as if he's strange, but then thinks about it and supposes there are reasons, and says "At least ya had the chance ta stand tho, that's an honor y'cant compare ta!"

D'ante splashes the red into Lani's glass, and then his own. "And to Lani and Rhyath, especially." And to that amended toast, he lifts his glass.

Ashan wanders in, looking a bit sleepy after all the late night excitement.

Gideon raises his own glass, joining in on the toast. "Lani and Rhyath!" he shouts.

Enya blinks abit as she is called awake back to the reality of Pern.

Koryn hmms, there are a few here he recognizes, there's that rider with that fearful blue dragon! he offers a small wave to Enya when she looks his way.

Enya goes home.

Pyrene waves her redfruit juice, spilling most of it, "And Ysbryth, Azrieth, Alarth, Erranth, Zaqith, Sardrinth, Cairhoth..." this could take awhile.

Dione spots another girl only a bit older than her and gives a wave from her seat at the table.

Gideon smiles over at Pyrene, then nods in agreement.

"Glennth, nekomieth..." Pyrene's memory is failing her so she finishes with "And the rest!" And drinks that trickle remaining in her glass.

Shanahan looks to Ari.. "Would you like a glass of wine Ari?" he asks softly...

Charis smiles with a nod, "I've never stood. Though fate does take it's twists and turns.." she responds before deep green eyes glance to Shan to offer a nod, "I'd like that, thanks Shan."

Indeed it may take a while, but D'ante's not objecting to toasting each and every one of the 35 new weyrlings. Several times, if need be. "To them all!" He clinks his glass against those nearby and then drinks deeply; Sands' heat and the awkwardness of rusty social skills have given him quite a thirst.

Evan Nods to Charis, "Well, enjoy yourself. I'm off to try to find Nuffers."

Sarali walks in from the Central Bowl.

Ashan waves to Dione as she sees her waving at her. She makes her way toward the table where the younger girl is, still looking around at all the adults present for a particular one. Or two. "Hi!"

Charis nods, "I'm stil keeping eye out for Kam..that..Nekomieth, wasn't it? absolutely gorgous!" she can't help but gush to self with grin, even quiet woman is obviously thrilled for friend.

Nuff arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Sarali looks around curiously

Koryn decides to get bold, something about being here at the Weyr makes him take a lot of new tacts that just aren't normal for him, and makes his move, heading for the wine glasses and snagging one, trying to look 'officious and important' as it were so that no one questions his actions. ...and tries to keep out of Charis's line of sight as he does this.

Shanahan moves over to the drink table and gets a couple glasses of white, he takes a sip out of his glass as he turns to move back, he hands a glass to Charis.. "Here you go.." taking another drink quickly..

L'shil bounds in from the Central Bowl.

Evan moves over towards Nuff, "Well, Nuffers, you've come a long way from the young girl bouncing on the sands beside me all those years ago, congratulations."

L'shil strolls through, all contrived innocence. He's not planning anything, nope...

L'shil steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Dione sticks her hand into her pocket and comes back out with a bubbly, quietly she offers it to the girl.

Sarali quietly moves out of the way, shrinking towards the shadows.

Sabrina exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Nuff meanders up fromt he caverns, dusting the last of the Sands' sand from her sisals. "Nuffers?" The weyrwoman raises one bro and stiffles a giggle, stepping up to meet Evan. "Evan, is that really you? You look so... old."

Lani feels her cheeks staining, but she lifts her glass at each name. "It went well...It did." No need for healers, in fact. As far as Lani noticed.

Pyrene yawns hugely and with one more delighted wave to everybody, slips off to her cot.

Pyrene goes home.

Evan raises a brow and scanns Nuff's form, "And you don't you ancient Tanner? You still offering to make purple jumpsuits with bells and a flap? My daughers might like one, if they were dark blue."

B'ran is going to get it, yep. But he /does/ wink over at Lani, now. In spite of that stare. See? She has his attention. The progenitor of the lower caverns swallows hard. Oh shells. "Um... And Lani?" And that gold lump, whatshernameth. Smiling wanly, he lowers his glass and sips, just a might. That's when he sees L'sil. And cousin Nufflie, she of the purple dye and sheers. he touches his head self-consciously. /Two/ of them here, now.

Sarali watches silently from the shadows, shyly

Shanahan turns his eyes towards Koryn, he knows he has seen him somewhere before, small grin comes as he figures out where, he moves over near him.. "How did the herders trail go?" he asks him..

Ashan's eyes light up at the conspiritorial offering of the bubbly and she takes it as she slides onto a seat. "I *knew* we'd have bubblies. Always do at a hatching." She takes a tiny nibble. "Still gooey, too!" That last bit might have been a bit too loud so she sinks down further in her seat to avoid any stray adult eyes. "Thanks."

Gideon sits off to the side and watches everyone. All so happy.

Sarali heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Koryn eeps as Shanahan comes over to him, but then decides not to hide the wine glass and pretend he's supposed to have it. he's plenty old enough no one would complain, it's just that drudge-mindset thang! and he smiles widely, "Oh, hello! trail's gone very good! 'm Guessin we head back startin tamorra mornin."

Charis nods, taking glass of wine with smile of thanks as she pauses, studying crowd gathered from o'er glass lip as she takes a small sip. Just watching for short moment before moving to socialize.

Back