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 Sunday, 27th September, 1998, for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.

Impressing Kynance

[Spammy log of an open hatching run by Ayrina and D'rik. Apart from Kynance, I remember this most for being the only time I RPed with the shortlived insta-riders, Jasyra and Sarrai. I remember Sarrai swearing that she would convert Py to blue-loving.]

Scrambled Egg trembles in place. One can only take /so/ much sun, after all...tends to dull the hide.

Sunlight hovers protectively over her eggs, hissing at all the humans that come towards her hardening clutch.

Over Easy Egg tries to remain unnoticed. Maybe it can just stay in the shell and out of the way.

Shava looks at all the eggs, wondering what color is in each of them, but makes sure to keep away from the very protective gold.

Torlan's eyes widen as he sees both the eggs and their protective beauty. The glint on his eyes show his interest level, and he keeps one eye on the eggs at all times. He looks over at Skyrala for her reaction.

Skyrala grins at Torlan as they walk in.  Looking around, she wonders at all the people until she suddenly spots a multitude of darling eggies.  Ohh...eggs.  Her stomach rumbles slightly and she blushes, hoping Torlan didn't hear.

Cyndal wanders along, her hand clasping her sketchbook, staring out towards the horizon, pencil poised. As her eyes are locked on the sky, her feet trip over the person in front of her. "Oh sorry." People? Here? She shakes her head and peers more closely. Lots of people. "What's going on?" she murmurs, half to herself, half hoping for an answer.

Tarah affectionatly rubs at Tzath's neck before bounding to the ground.

Brekka strolls in from her explorations a smile given to Liri and Delsin as they enter.

Rain sets himself down on the sands and begins arranging a few items around his area.

Liri walks onto the beach, hand in hand with Delsin, looking about at all the people, wondering.

Risli walks in from the Bowl, and stops as he sees all the folk gathered.  Seeing the clutch, he quickly checks his belt pouch, finding some meatrolls left from the dinner meal.  He holds them tightly, throwing a grin at Flarra as she approaches.

Sunlight feels the wobbling underneath her, and frankly with her first clutch gets startled back into the sand behind the mound. She gazes over the eggs but hisses remain.

Delsin steps in quietly, Liri's hand in his own. "Looks busy down here tonight" he tries to see what everyone is looking at. "Oh eggs are on the sand."

Pyrene ohhs, flit eggs! She grins at Flarra and walks forward with her fish. Only too glad to get rid of it really.

Javril slips like a night wraith down onto the beach, to eye the crowd with flickering sloe eyes. Now where they came from is a wonder. Why they don't disappear is another wonder. Sunlight is favored with an ironic glance.

The only thing wrong with trying to stay out of the way could be that gnawing hunger, right? Over Easy Egg tries to /roll/ toward the smells of food that are even penetrating the shell shards. Maybe this isn't working, after all?

Over Easy Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.

Unfinished Symphony Brown Hatchling
Ominous blackish brown creeps up broad paws and muscular haunches to cover a stocky body, giving this firelizard a broad foundation for a base. He squats low to the ground, more of one to sneak his way into a crowd that just appear. Making his appearance known by his out of place soprano trills, he has a way of worming his way into the crowd until, 'tada'!...his presence is noticed by all.

Poached Egg wobbles and shutters and rocks and rolls around a bit on the mound rocking into the eggs besides it.

Liri chuckles. "Good thing I brought some meatrolls and roast wherry from the kitchens then...huh, Del...."

Delsin chuckles a little at Liri as he gets some wherry from her pocket. "Come on lets get closer" he lets her hand go to lean down in the sand, wherry in his hand.

Torlan is taken aback by the first entrant into the contest. He watches with care as the hatchling enters Pern, and can't believe the tenacity the little guy has. "So, Sky, you bring any food with you?" he asks, still eyeing the little one.

Lauren strides in, a broad grin quickly covering her face as she sees a hearty brown emerge from its egg.  "Welcome," she murmers appreciatively.

Helen skips lightly into the beach. Knowing that there'll be a hatching, she comes prepared with a bowl full of raw wherry meat. She looks at the eggs wistfully, hoping that one'll hatch for her.

Benrian walks down the trail from the plateau.

Shava watches as an egg hatches, and out comes a brown, and one with a beautiful voice at that.

Hyshn searches her pockets for some offering for the flitters. Good. A small piece of wherry that was /supposed/ to be for her canine is now getting ready to be flitter meat.

Risli eyes the little brown thoughtfully, and waits quietly, eye watching the little poached-looking egg as it rolls around. His hands tighten a bit around the meatrolls, and he licks his lips briefly.

Pyrene catches sight of the brown and crouches just out of his vision but upwind. She can see him, and he ought to be able to smell those slices of fish she's holding. Better him than her, anyway.

Rain smiles as the first egg cracks open. "Here, young one. I have freshly caugh wherry. Only the best." He doesn't reach out, but he displays a few pieces in his hand.

Poached Egg continues its wiggling and shuttering finally finding a rock to hit up against cracking it open.

Unfinished Symphony Brown Hatchling is out of the shell shards, sure...now what? He's hungry, yes...but he would /much/ rather remain in the background until time to be noticed. He skirts just the edge of the crowd. Think they'll ignore him?

Benrian glances around at the crowd. "I suppose it would be stupid ta ask if any of ye know where the living caverns of the Weyr are, wouldn't it?"

Liri nods, wherry in her hand, making her way through the crowd, hand still in Delsin's. She grins, watching all the people and seeing the beautiful little brown who appears to be very hungry indeed.

Cyndal stares in astonishment. "Eggs?" she answers her own question, catching a peek of some round orbs over she shoulders  of those in front of her. Cracks and gasps turn her attention back towards the centre of the crowd. "Hatchlings?" is her even more astonished cry. The sketchbook is stowed and the writing stick goes behind one ear as her hands start searching her pockets. "Surely I packed lunch?"

Delsin grins at the little one, he holds a piece of fresh wherry out, as he speaks to Liri. "They are so beautiful"

Poached Egg with a crack like thunder a blue erupts from his shell.

Valkrye Blue
Rippling with intensity, dark and brooding is he. Seemingly born of the sky, he bares the blue-grey markings of a thunderstorm on the approach. Wingspars and sails dance at his sides, lighter in contrast to the rest of his form, while a mark of lightning /dares/ to flare across his form from forehead to tail-tip.

Torlan falls for the brown's trap, and does, in fact, ignore him in favor of his sibling as it rolls along on the ground.

Helen croons slightly as the brown hatches. She gestures with the piece of limp meat towards the brown, "Come here little brown, I won't hurt you." her soft brown eyes look intently into the brown's whirling ones.

Shava eyes the brown as it tries to hide, "Oh no you don't. I have what you want and you have to come and get it , so come on, just come this way, and you can have all the meat you want."

Pyrene watches the brown edge about out of the corner of her eye. She doesn't see him, nope. That fish somehow remains in a position where the smell will float right to him though.

Hyshn stares at her beloved piece of wherry, handing it over to Cyndal. "You'll need this.' she says.

Brekka moves towards the hatchers pulling the raw meat out of her pouch as she kneels in the sand quietly offering the valkyrie blue hatchling the raw meat she had gotten earler in hopes of feeding a lizard at the hall.

Benrian pauses on the outskirts of the crowd, hand instinctively reaching for his pack, but hesitating. Who knows, a brawl may get started and he'd hate for the place to blame it on the traveller. He grins a little, whistling to himself as he watches the commotion.

Risli catches his breath as the little egg cracks, almost squeezing through the meatrolls in his hand. A handsome blue, to be sure. He grins at the little hero, and sits in the sand, waiting.

Mackenzie peers around at all the people, slightly confused at first on why everyones here. She was just following the crowd... The sound of an egg crack brings her gaze to the new brown and blue hatchlings and she ohhs quietly. "What purty 'lizards!"

Uriah sways quietly down the trail from the plateau.

Conlan walks down the trail from the plateau.

Valkrye Blue lets out a cheeps, and is then taken aback by the noise it makes. It wobbles out of its shell and starts it hunt for its prey.

Delsin rubs the wherry in his fingers, out towards the little ones on the sand. "Come here little guy you can have all the meat you want"

Cyndal attention moves to someone else with a question. She smiles at Benrian and stops her search for the reclusive lunch. She points towards the plateau. "You go that way, then you should see the bowl from there. You can't miss it," she directs, then smiles in astonishment at Hyshn. "For me?" She clasps the woman's hand gratefully. "Thank you."

Rain oohs, and changes his attention to the blue. "Now you are a fine one. I think you're just perfect! And me with my wherry meat, sitting all alone."

Liri ooos as she sees the blue appear. She nods to Delsin, but her eyes are totally on the Valkrye Blue in front of her. She loves thunderstorms. Her hand holds out the wherry, shaking it slightly to make it seem that it's alive for the hatchling.

Shava watches the blue hatch, and desides to stick with the brown, once you start something, you finish it.

Lauren steps a bit away from the crowd to drop smoothly to the ground. She pulls half a sandwich out of a pocket and takes a small bite, causing juices from the tender wherry strips to dribble down her chin. She wipes it and sets the rest of the sandwich on the soft sands in front of her for a moment in order to watch the first hatchling, a brown, and a blue hatchling take their first few steps.

Conlan sneaks in, tiptoeing 'round the edge of the gathering, slips up behind Pyrene. "Boo."

Uriah slips out onto the beach with a quiet step, peering around at the crowd and blinking. "Of all the.." Can't she go /anywhere/ without running into a group of people. "One would think that people could spread out.." she notes in an irritated tone.

Unfinished Symphony Brown Hatchling thinks he /might/ just pull this off. Anyone tell him he's the center of attention?  Nope...not with his blue brother hatching over there. He hears a deeping rumble. Wait...is that his stomach? And is that a succulent odor he smells that makes it rumble even more? A smell coming from someone trying to remain in the background just like him?

Long hair is swept out of Javril's eyes as gaze settles on the hatchling. Boneless body curls up in the sand, and head cants; he watches, distant, the newness of life in the sand as fingers drum 'gainst knee. A sliver of motion catches dark eye, and is tackled with one lightning swift hand.

Skyrala laughs and roots into her pocket to bring out a large package. Unwrapping the thin papers, she reveals a multitude of wherry, fish, and yummy firelizard food she keeps around for her trio. She smiles over at Torlan, "Need any meat?"

Hyshn searches herself for more offerings, but coming up only with canine treats. She shrugs, oh well. I hope this will do. She lamely offers it to the blue, letting the brown have his space.

Flarra grins when she first spots the eggs, hand automaticly going to her belt pouch and removing a small piece of Spiced Wherry, just in case a little hatchling might decide to snatch it and become hers..

Helen suddenly looks over at the newly hatched blue with a light in her eyes, "You're sooo cute." she chuckles as he falls over. She keeps up on the brown though, hoping that the meat will attract him.

Delsin feels Liri's excitement as he holds a piece out still. "He is wonderful isnt he" he leans forward just a little watching all of them scatter around. "Each one of them has their own personality"

Taranys and Tzath glance at each other and sigh. Figures. They return to their old home for a visit and a quiet moment upon the beach and there be a hatching. Tzath rumbles his amusement wilst Tarah flashes a grin up at him. "Well, I suppose it could be entertaining to watch?" The brown concedes and settles down to offer a forelimb perch to his cohort.

Enya ambles in, head down as she flips through afew scraps of hide, short bluerider muttering to herself before tucking bits of notes into jacket pocket, hand pausing in pocket as dark jade eyes look up, blinking repeatedly as she spies the crowds, "What the...." she starts out, then rocking eggs are seen with a grumbled sigh. hatching. shard it. small woman jams hand further into pocket outta annoyce before blinking as she withdraws a pouch of left over meat scraps she'd had from stuffing food down her own bottomless pits. Erph. Seeing no way 'round mass of people, bluerider plops down on nearby rock to watch goings on with a patient tolerance.

Valkrye Blue starts forward towards a nice piece of juicy herdbeast danglying right infront of its nose. He ignores the fingers that are holding it snapping it up in one bite before turning his hunt to wherry meat.

Torlan accepts the meat from Skyrala and searchs around on the ground in the distance, trying to find something. He searchs for a while, muttering to himself as he tries to find /it/...

Pyrene nudges Conlan, he'll give her away. She waves her fish a bit more and retreats a little. She'd like to get away from the fish smell, yep. Let's hope the hatchlings prefer it.

Shava tries to stay inconspicuous to the little brown, and makes it seem that her attention is one the blue, when it really is on him. She sneaks closer for a good view of the brown, and hopes to grab his attention.

Benrian drops to sit down, then quickly stands, again, finding his view obstructed by too many bobbing heads. He brushes the sand from his seat and continues to whistle, craning his neck to see the hatchlings.

Sarrai walks down the trail from the plateau.

Rain holds out a hand to the Blue, and it drips with the juices of a raw wherry, freshly killed and prepared just for this occasion.

Shana walks down the trail from the plateau.

Liri nods to Delsin, grinning. Her hand continues to wave the wherry meat for the little blue. She watches almost holding her breath as he looks to make his decision.

Jasyra walks down the trail from the plateau.

Hyshn loves how the flitties differ ever so much. Just like people. She smiles at the thought. I guess flitters are little people too.

Cyndal eyes all the people crowding the hatchings and she smiles faintly. "Poor things. You would think they would need some more room." She shakes her head and settles down a little way from the crowd, clasping her arms around her legs, the presented piece of wherry trailing in the sand.

Conlan wrinkles his nose at the fish smell, but spies a kid with a bowlful of fresh wherry brought in from somewhere. Just a kid-- how will he notice? And while the kid's attention is fixated on the blue, he slides one big hand into the bowl and filches. Now he's got wherry meat. Yes.

Delsin places the wherry a litle more at his fingertips he has it there for any one of the little flits, his eyes search each one individually, a warm smile on his face.

Helen guestures the bloody meat towards the brown, "Come on, I know you want it." drops of crimson red fall and stain the sand.

Valkrye Blue turns his head toward first one strip of wherry and then to the next, unable to descide which he should pick.  He grabs one in his vicious little jaws and yanks, before doing the same to the other. His hunt continues on.

Brekka holds out what she could find at the hall a piece of wherry that is sliced to perfection and ready to eat. She watches the Valkyrie blue quietly trying to get his attention by wiggling it a bit.

Helpless sand creature wriggles in long fingers; Javril merely allows it to strangle itself, eight shelled legs rattling ominously as it does. Valkrye blue hatchling is offered this-- prize-- witha devilish twinkle in Javril's eye. Get it if you can.

Unfinished Symphony Brown Hatchling sees someone going his direction...namely, /away/ from the crowd. And she has a very delicious enticing fishy odor. Yum. Soprano trills come from the little brown's throat as he's off for the catch of the day. Stopping and snapping at a dangling piece of fish. He creels...LOUDLY...He's here now! More fish anyone?

Lauren picks up her sandwich again and takes another small bite, chewing happily. She holds the food a bit away from her mouth and sniffs deeply, enjoying the heady odor of wherry dribbled in redfruit on slightly stale bread. Setting it back down on the sand for a moment, she looks up once more at the two hatchlings, her sandwich for the moment unwatched and unguarded

Growing alarmed as the excited hopefuls crowd toward the hatchlings, Risli moves to his knees to avoid trampling. He oofs as someone steps on his foot, and turns his own attention to the matter at hand.

Liri chuckles at the Valkrye blue. "Hard decision, huh?" She grins, her hands now waving the wherry in a different direction now to entice him.

Jasyra turns towards Sarrai as they enter the beach, "Are you sure we have time to wander around before we head back. Lycaenth says that we should probably go..." Her brown hair wanders in a slight breeze and her cyan eyes look a tad worried.

Delsin grins at the little blue, his eyes fixed on him now. "You can have this if you want it little guy, its just here for you"

Pyrene finally looks at the brown and holds out more fish. "like fish hmm? I don't, have it all!" While nobody's looking, quick!

Uriah peers at the crowd as her monologue suddenly halts, slim form swaying slightly as she swings between two big bodies. "Move over please, I just want to see..." This she says loud enough to get them to listen.

Rain begins twirling a longer piece of wherry, hoping to catch the blue's attention. "I can promise you food aplenty, and you will not go hungry. I can promise you companionship. All I ask for is yours."

Torlan finds what he is looking for. A stick... He quickly sharpens it with his dagger and sticks some Wherry on it. Then, he heads back towards the crowd. He finds the Blue travelling, trying to find the most favorable of choices. He waves the meat around, as if to say, "Here's your prey, attack!"

Conlan's eye is caught by the brown, though he leans over toward Pyrene. "This smells better than that."

Unfinished Symphony Brown Hatchling snaps at the fish in Pyrene's hand. Yup, just what he wanted!

Unfinished Symphony Brown Hatchling's cries turn joyous, and he turns towards Pyrene, creeling piteously. Unfinished Symphony Brown Hatchling looks at you with whirling eyes. You have Impressed him.

Rydia slowly walks along the beach, enjoying the peacefulness of it all before being rudely interupted by a slew of shouting and talking coming from a large group of people just a bit further up the beach.. Curiousity get the better of her as she slowly approaches the group, peering through to see just what might be warranted of such attention.. "Oh.. Eggs.." She says quietly, digging through her pockets and removing a few spare scraps of meat she saved from dinner.. "I guess these will do.."

Taranys taps her chin thoughtfully and points to the two new hatchlings. "An interesting pair, don'tcha think?" Tzath bobs his head in agreement, lilting his head to the side as he inspects his smaller cousins. They intrigue him to say the least and Tarah grins at his reaction. "No, I don't think you could feed them ya goof." She pats her pouch and rolls her eyes, "I know I do, but /you/ are too big and I've got enough of 'em already to fly me to the Red Star and back again."

Sarrai's head moves back and forth in frustration, "Jas, jas jas....you worry /too/ much" she lifts an arm and places it on her rider-friends shoulder, "Loosen up, have a little fun..it won't keep us for too long" she turns to point at the hatchlings and eggs, "aren't they cute? don't you want one?

Shava scoots closer and closer to the brown as he moves away from the crowd, "Maybe he's afraid of being the center of attention, like me" she thinks to herself, then notices that he impresses and gives Pyrene her congrads.

Benrian turns and peers toward Uriah as she tries to squirm between two people and chuckles a little, shaking his head and muttering, "Think /someone/ would have courtesy towards a woman." He shakes his head a little and considers intervening, but notes that she /seems/ to be doing okay on her own.

Brekka digs through her pouch looking for what she has in it. her one hand still wiggling the wherry.

Valkrye Blue sees even more wherry, but since its close he can't be picky especially with a empty stomach like he has.  He looks at the two strips and decides on the longer one, taking it in his jaws he pulls on it, not willing to let go.

Alicia walks gracefully yet quietly down the trail from the plateau.

Valkrye Blue's cries turn joyous, and he turns towards Rain, creeling piteously.

Helen edges back from the crowd for a moment covering her ears. Geez, it's getting a bit loud...

Delsin watches the blue still, his fingers dripping with the juice from the wherry, "Here little one, you can have this big piece.

Lauren grins and tosses a cheerful congrats towards the two Impressors.

Hyshn gasps as someone steps on her hand. "OUCH!" she scoots behind the crowd. Oh, well. If the lizzie wants her silly canine treat he/she will have to come to her.

Shava sees the blue impress and says, "Congradulations Rain." and waits for the egg to hatch.

Eggs Benedict Egg is bursting with exuberance...without even being out of the shell yet. This doesn't stop it from rolling away from its golden mama and into the center of the crowd.

Skyrala smiles and calls out, "Congratulations!"

Eggs Benedict Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.

Ode to Joy Blue Hatchling
Atwirl with colors, the blues on this firelizard combine in perfect concert with each other until coming to a climatic crescendo across irridescent wings. The deep bass of navy interwines with the delicate sopranos of ice blue and sky blue only to be harmonized by the tenor and alto of indigo and sapphire. From the way he carries himself to the tittilating treble of his voice, this firelizard lives for *joy*! And demands on sharing it with any and all within his reach...whether they like it or not.

Nynaeve slips down the trail from the plateau.

Cyndal smiles and shakes her head at all the eager people. You would think that they had never seen hatchlings before. "As if I don't have enough with Em," she murmurs to herself. With a smile she hears a creel that can only be an impression. "Enjoy your friends!" she calls over all the noise. She shakes her head in the breeze and *pop* the forgotten pencil falls out from behind her ear and onto the sand.

Uriah pushes at the man on her right, then on the left, getting a blob of meat on her foot as an answer. "Well! That was certainly rude.." she notes in a voice that can't help but reach the one not listening, nor letting her pass. Fingers reach down and swipe up the dropped meat. "Might as well get some use out of this.." Benrian's gaze goes unnoticed, as yet. "Now, will you please let me through?"

Melissa walks down the trail from the plateau.

Pyrene beams as she gets rid of what Zirade thought would be a healthy snack for her, retreating with her brown to feed him.

Sunny Side-Up Egg not to be outdone by the previous eggs, it starts to rock on the sands, the little body inside trying to get out. It spins and rolls and finially the flitter inside gets out.

Sunny Side-Up Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.

Barber of Sevilla Brown Hatchling
Fading with colours of light tan, errupting suddenly into deeper darker brown. This colours of this firelizard follow that pattern thoughout.  Fadding off to lighter colours, and then exploding to brown under the wings and out to the tips.  This brown is playful as he looks accross the world seeming to make small energetic movements followed by sharp fast move.

Jasyra glances towards Sarrai, "I may worry, but it's only with due cause." She glances towards the eggs and the mini hatching "Me? Want a firelizard?" The idea sounds unreal to Jas who is more than content with her Lycaenth, "Why would I want one of those?"

Conlan has the audacity to wink at Pyrene. "Good show kid." But, oh! He beholds that blue, and holds out his wherry like a flower before him. Now /that's/ a pretty little guy.

Torlan woahs and steps back for a minute at another Blue hatchling. He's starting to get confused. When Torlan gets confused, this only means one thing... Torlan begins to eat the very he meat he was offering to the first blue. He begins to eat quicker and quicker... I.E. if the Blue wants it, he'll be fighting for it.

Shava notices another blue hatch, and decides that this one could be hers, so she carefully gets over to the blue, and starts offering some meat for the hungry little thing, then sees the brown, then chooses to offer meat to both hatchling.

Rain calls to Valkrye Blue, who flies over and lands on his shoulder.

Delsin gets pushes a little from near him, he holds close to not push Liri, his smile looks at the other blue. "Oh that one is beautiful"

Ode to Joy Blue Hatchling immediately stands proudly in the middle of his shell and crows! Well, the hatchling equivalent of crowing that is which comes out as a tiny little cheep of a creel. Still, this one is glad to be alive and /out/ of his shell. And just to prove it? He treats everyone to a concert while singing for his supper.

Rain goes home.

Quiet-- footsteps take Nynaeve forwards, a crouching walk before fish is snatched from idle spectator's hands, girl moving forwards towards eggs with purpose clear in mind-- feed the things! Firelizards are eyed with quick glance, cursory scan of eyes, before girl settles back again on haunches in wait. Mustn't rush; perpetual silence is maintained.

Nodding his congratulations to Pyrene, whom Felvis seems to know, and Rain, he turns back in time to see another brown hatch, followed by that happy looking blue. He grins, and offers the meatroll to the little fellow. "You're a happy one, aren't you?" He waves his hand. "This should make you really happy, then."

Enya finally manages to settle on a untaken spot of grass, giving a small squeak as two rather hefty crafter men settle 'round her and further squish small rider. G'way! Erph. Small featured face twists into all sorts of expressions before Ene manages to scoot back abit, pouch of meat squished to the point of juices dribbling out. le sigh.

Alicia spots the little brown and searches for some food. She pulls out a really smooshed meatroll all the way from breakfast. She waves the meatroll and it falls apart. The crumbs are put into the cup of her hand, an emotion on embarrasment playing across Alicia's face.

Sarrai chuckles to herself, "Look at that one Jas, isn't he just /adorable/" she moves forward a few steps, leaving her friend to do as she pleases, "He'd be great fun for Caedyth, I'll be back" she pulls a strip of wherry from the pouch at her waist and moves up to the little blue, kneeling and holding the food offering out.

Benrian finally pulls his bag around and opens it, pulling a piece of meat out of a folded piece of paper, and muttering, "Might as well at least /try/ for one of the little 'uns." He breaks the meat into two pieces and moves over to shove in between the wriggling woman and one of the men, giving the man a hefty little push.

Hyshn sits in the back, /trying/ to think kind thoughts of the herderhall to the flitters. We can fly around the courtyard, teasing all the other flitties. Perhaps if her meat can't bring them, her thought will.

Liri chuckles at Delsin, nodding. "Yes...he's pretty too." Her hand waves a congrats to Rain, then she gives her entire attention to Ode to Joy Blue. The wherry is waved about again, slowly, enticingly.

Delsin listens to the sounds of the blue. "Oh and a loud little guy too" his hand open with meat in it. "You are a gorgeous blue"

Brekka smiles and shifts on her knees voice soft and shy as she tries to get the attention of the brown hatchling by wiggling and offering it to the little brown quietly

Helen sighs as the crowd fills up her space. She vainly hopes that a firelizard can smell her meat, but doubts it. Still, she leaves a trail of wherry meat from the circle of yelling people, out to her.

Barber of Sevilla Brown Hatchling creels out and starts to shake off the shells. Quietly at first and then with a violent shake he climbs out, insearch of meat. Fresh meat is what he desires as he leaves the safety of the nest into this unknown world.

Shava hears to blue's sounds, and enjoys it, "Here, you don't need to sing for your supper if you come with me, just come over here, and we can be as content as we can at the hall." and freely offers some me, while still keeping an eye on the brown.

Javril allows the little crawlie-thing to go on about its business -- whateer that might be. Fingers /do/ land on silvered fish, however; this is considered; brown is also considered. Silver-scaled fish is offered out to Barber of a brown; perhaps the creature would like to use it in his career.

Benrian scratches at his whiskers, muttering to nobody in particular, "I was gonna get my whiskers cut--but you never know but one of them silly barbers'll slit your throat..." He peers over at the brown and moves his meat around, tilting his head--and beard--along with it.

Hyshn looks at the unsure brown. Come here, handsome one. I will protect you. You will be safe with me...

Uriah is so surprised by the sudden removal of the man blocking her way, that she turns around and the meat in her hand heads /right/ for Benrian's face. Oops. "Sorry!" She calls out, to be heard above the pitch of the clamouring crowd. Another piece of meat goes the other way, landing with a solid splat in front of the eggs, and perhaps the hatchlings, or not.

Jasyra sighs, the air leaving her lungs quickly, "Rraia!"Jas follows her friend who has left her in the crowd. "He's darling...but isn't Caedyth enough?" Jas looks around, feeling rather out of place, "Wouldn't that make me a little greedy if I went for one?" She hears a little thought from her better half and chuckles, "Nevermind."

Conlan begins to lean forward toward the little blue, but his attention's quickly swayed by the brown. Big hands place strip after strip of fresh wherry on the knee of his trous as he crouches and watches the brown fellow shake the shards off.

Taranys lets out an admiring 'oooo' as the next fella makes his appearance. "Now /there/ is a fine fella if I ever saw one." Tzath waffles. He likes that brown over there, see? Not that he's biased or anything. He nudges Tarah once again...but receives a sigh of exhasperation. "You /are/ incorrigable." That and Tarah never really could say no to him. She fishes out a package from her pouch and unravels it, "This /was/ supposed to be for the others y'know."

Helen hears the beautiful trilling of the happy blue and says, "Boy, wouldn't that be special in the Harper Hall. We'd become a duet!"

Delsin moves the meat to the tips of his fingers and waves it a little. "This can all be yours little guy" he rubs his other hand against his leg.

Mackenzie searches through her pockets for some meat and sighs as she only produces a little pouch. Knowing that she must be very sparing if she wants to be able to feed all the new firelizards, she pulls out two small pieces of meatroll. "One for each of you," she says offering one bit out toward each.

Swift steps, slip, slide, sink carry a young smither. Her prized look of exultation echoes throughout Melissa's brillant moves. She can't help but notice the cluster of people on a hooded night's eve, what is it that draws these people around like bees to honey.. Oh, sapphiric eyes fall to cyan form, she instantly kneels, to allow a bit of puzzlement... has it impressed? Is she on time? Does she have anything to offer? Seeing no hand to comfort or caress the tiny one, she lurches forth, and scrutinizes the hatchling, hand pulling from her purse a half of yellowfish sandwich... Wine lips thirst to a smile, tearing it to a piece and tossing it out for fum

Quiet pose is maintained, a stoop of knees bringing her down-- Nynaeve isn't against leaning downwards and sining to their level-- as fish is waggled eagerly in fingers towards waiting eggs. Yup, she's trying to -feed- the eggs, while a wince is suppressed at firelizard's incessant hum. Nyn sighs, spreading scales across with idle flick of fingers.

Cyndal stares absently at the drawing stick on the ground, then at the sandy meat in her other hand. With a faint smile she wraps the thin, sandy meat around the drawing stick until she has a... a drawing stick with sandy meat wrapped around it. She smiles faintly and waves it in front of her face. "They should make this for dinner. Except maybe have a tuber instead of a drawing stick," she muses.

Barber of Sevilla Brown Hatchling pounces up towards some meat, young though he is, he has some surprises in him. Quiet followed by loud are his movements. He rips a piece of herdbeast from unspecting hands and then some wherry and finally fish, making the rounds, choosing his taste.

Doesn't he sing pretty? Or so he thinks...Ode to Joy Blue Hatchling really doesn't care how he sounds...he just wants to enjoy life. But what's that interfering with his joy? Could it be? Yup, it is....hunger pangs! Maybe he'll sing better with a full belly then. The little blue steps forward and snips at a bite here and a bite there.

Liri grins softly at the little blue, her wherry being pulled apart into strips now as she offers him one piece at a time.

Hyshn tries to see her friend trough the hubbub. where is Flarra? She concentrates harder on protecting both her and the flitters. Comfort is the best thing of all.

You call to Kynance, who flies over and lands on your shoulder.

Alicia takes out some wherry meat, still warm from dinner, she rolls it around in the meatroll scraps until the wherry is sorta breaded. "Breaded wherry, get it while it's hot!" she announces, holding the bundle of meat in her hand.

Benrian peels the meat off his face, bursting out laughing, "No problem, ma'am! I needed a bit of something..." he adds the meat to his little colletion and gives the woman a wry look, shaking his head. He turns back to to brown, "P'raps /two/ kinds of meat will get ya'?" he mutters, "Packtail an'..." he hesitates, "Whatever /she/ threw at me!?"

His taste? Javril appears to be pondering such a thing as taste. Fish wriggles, shining.

Shava looks from blue to brown to blue, not sure of which to go to, and desides that she still will offer both and let either one of them come towards her. "One of you can come to me since both of you are beautiful in all aspects."

Torlan finishes the meat that /was/ on the stick. "Shoot!" he cries, and looks to Skyrala for more meat. After he receives it and a strange glance, he sticks the meat onto the stick and tells himself to look and sniff the other direction...

Brekka leans forward towards the little brown offering some fresh herderbeast her voice soft "come with me and I'll take care of you little brown."

Risli grins, and offers the meat again. "I could grow to like a musical fellow like you," he chuckles to the little blue.  "Very pleasing to the ears, I think. Here, have a bite."

Delsin tosses a small piece of meat out, not really to anyone just for them to taste. "There ya go guys, eat up" still holding a little in his fingers keeping them still.

Conlan's quiet, too, though he could manage fortissimo if properly irritated. He watches the brown hatchling, strips of wherry repositioned to catch between his fingers.

Sarrai turns her head from the little blue to look back at Jasyra, "Come /on/ Jas, Of course Caedyth is enough..but you have to admit that a 'lizard would be great fun" she turns back to check on the progress of the blue and to wiggle her meat a bit more, "It's not greedy at all, Most people have them...'sides, Caedy wants one."

Helen kneels forward towards the circle with a piece of fresh meat in her hands. That blue is what she's after, so full of life and song, just like her. Her heart leaps in her chest as she hopes he'll come towards her.

Uriah grins broadly at Benrian, still clutching a piece of meat that's slightly sandy but just as good as any other; well, pending the hatchling's tastes that is. "I think it's herdbeast actually.." she notes in a softer tone to the older man; watching him for a moment before turning towards the hatching and dangling what spare little is left of her meat.

Hyshn tries to squeeze her way through to see if Flarra and the Flittys are still there. She sees the handsome brown, unsure of himself, and offers her canine treat to him. Here you are. I'll help you.

Ode to Joy Blue Hatchling just isn't too sure about sharing with his brown brother. He is, after all, a solo act.  Wait...now there's someone to take care of him! Why...she'll even come down to his level to offer him something to eat.  The blue steps forward and clamps down on Helen's meat.

Liri hmmmms a moment, then pulls out a meatroll as well, breaking off pieces for the little blue. "Here.....this is fish and herdbeast together....you might like it."

Delsin watches the blue, what a beautiful noise he makes, "Come and sing to me little one" he gets a fresh piece of wherry

Helen gasps and rapidly starts to feed the hungry blue her fresh meat.

Jasyra gets a grin, then wipes it off her face like she shouldn't of even had it to begin with, "Of course it would be fun..." She shuffles around and digs in her belt pouch...out pops a meatroll. There goes her meal. "Well, if you say this isn't greedy Sarrai, then I suppose it isn't." Jas spies the hatchlings hatching and half offers her meatroll.

Melissa beaming and bubbling over, she tilts her head, it's odd, though most think smiths the hard workers, when's the last time she's worked? Blue, blue as the deepest cyan topaz, glittery as a sapphire upon a lady's hand. What catch does one get, frustration doesn't count, you've to look at it, and do it your way to gain your piece of blithe and vivacious day. Flakey fish, sought upon bread, better if you could try to catch a fish, than have it brought....Ponder, wonder, with animated grin, fumble bumble, till you fall in...

Barber of Sevilla Brown Hatchling keeps making the circle, trying some bread with his meat but passing on.  Finiky is he, going in spurts to fill his stomach.  He tries to find something to his taste, making an excited jump on some herdbeast.

Flarra watches the little brown with wide eyes, Wow.. He sure is vicious.. Perhaps he isn't the one for me.. She slowly backs away from the crowd, spotting Hyshn sitting on a quiet dune and makes her way over, plopping down next her her all the while twirling the bit of Spiced Wherry in her hands and watching the crowd.

Quiet as always are the footsteps, a warm smile appearing catlike as stretched on Nynaeve's lips as cursory scan is given to hatchling-- what a pretty pair-- as silverfish is wiggled in a scatter of scales, vain hopes given towards brown hatchling, as blue's impression is greeted with a soft laugh, "Congratulations."

Hyshn smiles at Helen. Your brother has comfort. Why don't you come and getsome from me?

Brekka smiles shyly and notices the searching brown "I searched like that for a long time little brown but found my way, perhaps you will let me help you find your way? she offers him the fresh herdbeast again.

Benrian peers at Uriah, eyes sparkling, beard a little drippy from the juice of a herdbeast. "Thank ya', ma'am, for the herdbeast, then..." He chuckles, waving the packtail and 'herdbeast' at the little brown and saying, "Now that brown there would give me a close shave, I'd wager!"

Ode to Joy Blue Hatchling can't /get/ that food in his mouth fast enough. There's going to be /plenty/ of joy for this one to sing about, isn't there?

Ode to Joy Blue Hatchling's cries turn joyous, and he turns towards Helen, creeling piteously.

Shava watches the blue impress and gives his new master a "Congradulations," before turning to the brown, and offers him some more meat, and makes the meat she holds dance around, trying to gain his attention.

Melissa looks to Helen, calling out, as she sits back, "Congradulations miss... "

Still so quiet, Conlan lets the wherry roll between his fingers as he watches that finicky brown, leaning a little farther forward.

Tzath is very well aware of this, but he won't have to deal with them. "Brat," Tarah teases and sighs in resignation, picking up a small, neatly sliced piece of wherry. "I'll /show/ you how it's done, but that is it. Deal?" Tzath agrees for the moment at least, on that and turns to watch the events unfold and a near child-like fascination.

Scrambled Egg is no hurry. There's a story and tale to unfold here.

Uriah laughs softly at Benrian and goes back to her waggling of the meat in her hand, leaning over another person to do it. "Though how they're going to find /us/ in /this/ crowd.." she shakes her head. "However, you're welcome to what little I have.." Considering she got it off her foot. Ew.

Delsin grins at the little one finding a mate. "They are so cute" he says towards Liri, his and still holding the meat out.

Mackenzie inches near to the brown, seeing that his brother has already impressed. "I bet yer happy to be the center of attention now, eh?" she asks happily as she now holds out her two pieces of meat to him.

Onix moves swiftly down the trail from the plateau.

Hyshn hopes the brown will like her. Not everyone does, but she will definately try to please him. I have comfort, I have compassion. Like me?

Benrian chuckles again, deep and hearty, and shakes his head.  "Well, thank ya'gain, ma'am.  I figure the little flitters would be more inclined toward the meat than I maself would be..."

Delsin moves over a little to offer more room for others, his hand holding the meat out still rubbing it with his fingers. "It's really good little one"

Torlan shakes the stick while he looks over and see's another egg rumbling on the sand. He moves over, closer to it, and prepares himself......by ripping off half of the meat in "storing" it in his mouth. While he is doing this, he loses control of the stick which promptly lands in the sand. He curses to himself, more because the meat /he/ was going to eat is dirty. He brushes off most of the sand, but no longer has any intention of eating it...

Hyshn bravely tries to hide her fear, what if he doesn't like me? He swallows it down. You must be brave to stand here all this time. Brave. That's what you are.

Cyndal smiles gently at all of the goings on, then glances towards the ocean. Her eyes widen. "How beautiful," she murmurs, standing and wandering over there, but glances over her shoulder at a faint creel. What's the choice? A beautiful scene, or a hatching? She thinks for a moment, then shrugs. Just remember the scene and draw it later. She glances at her sandy wherry-stick, then down at the water. "May as well clean it, while I'm here." For if the hatchlings don't eat it, it could be roasted for her next meal.

Alicia smoothes out an area of sand and starts writing down notes, thinking of words to go with it on the way. Something that would tell a story of a gold's first clutch and hatchlings impressed on that day. She holds out her breaded wherry, but drops it right away and fishes for something better. A slice of delicate ovine meat is pulled out, that will do nicely.

Barber of Sevilla Brown Hatchling finds a bit of herdbeast to his liking. He nibbles on it quietly for a bit then decides this is the one and pulls back on the strip to engulf the meat with his jaws.

Barber of Sevilla Brown Hatchling's cries turn joyous, and he turns towards Brekka, creeling piteously.

Uriah chuckles softly back at Benrian and gives her meat another good wriggling, watching another sandy piece break up and take flight. "Not very stable stuff.. I wonder what that man did to it.." she comments at random, though the other man near her might have heard enough to reply. "Things are moving fast..." she comments, watching.

Shava gives Brekka a "Congrads" and turns to look at the last two eggs in the nest.

Brekka grins and continues to feed the brown hatchling quietly

Delsin watches the little brown with Brekka. "How wonderful" he says towards her. "Congrats"

Sarrai moves her elbow to softly connect with Jasyra's ribs, "It's not greedy, and not just because i said so..." she sighs and shakes her head at the woman. Well anything to get her to have fun.

Benrian chuckles as the brown makes his choice and shrugs, waving a congradulations, "P'raps he's not got a taste for beards, though..." He nots at the woman's comment.

Conlan smiles happily toward the girl who Impressed that brown, and repositions the wherry strips, ready to begin again.

Shana looks towards the impressers, smile coming to her lips as she calls out towards the newly bonded people "Congrads"

Risli nods to the lucky Impressers, and turns his attention back to the clutch, his lip twisting as he chews it thoughtfully, and twiddles the meatrolls hopefully.

Onix comes down the path from the weyr, shoving back the long strands of deep onyx hair that falls about her face and down her back. Noticing the crowd she holds back a few seconds wondering what the crowds for. Seeing the eggs and the hatchling Onix goes automaticly into impression mode. Sliping closer, constantly fighting her hair in the ocean's breeze, she fumbles through her pouch, drawing out a cloth bundle.

Scrambled Egg's shell shimmers with the reflection of moonlight's golden beams. It's comfortable resting next to its golden dam for the moment.

Omelet Egg starts its own rocking trying to release the contents within. Looking for something to rock against.

Hyshn knows a canine treat wasn't good enough. But it is all she has to offer. She congradulates Brekka, and turns to the next hatchling, but has to leave. Goodbye!

Brekka calls to Barber of Sevilla Brown Hatchling, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Enya sighs and settles in her seat on a spot of sand, peering 'round taller heads as short rider attempts to get a view of /something/! Ah. no matter. Ene can wait. Well, not like she has much other /choice/ than wait.

Pyrene grins at the other impressees happily, while Gunwalloe finally notices that she's impressed another flit and, horror of horrors, it's not a blue!

Brekka grins and stands quietly cradling him

Brekka scrambles up the sandy trail to the plateau.

Delsin oohs softly as the other egg rocks. The meat he has still held out waiting.

Helen takes Ode to Joy Blue Hatchling.

Benrian nods toward the other two eggs, "Well, 2 out of 3 gone...just a couple more, but look, they're startin' again..."

Shava's eyes widen as the last two eggs start to rock, ready to release whatever little flits they hold.

Omelet Egg rolls over and over finding a place to break up against. Finally it hits another egg and shatters.

Omelet Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.

Ravel's Bolero Bronze Hatchling
Bright, but not blinding this fellow would definetly just blend in with the crowd. But he /likes/ it that way. Subtle bronze ebbs from muzzle to haunches, to tip of tail. Fading in and out in a wave of rippling hues, it becomes a match for the rythym he holds within. Ney a scene-stealer is he, but full of intrigues and surprises at every new crescendo.

Jasyra has fun....really she does. "What'd you do that for?" She eyes Sarrai, "Ok, ok, it's not greedy...I heard you" She watches the last few eggs and remains amazed that the little beasts are moving so fast. She begins to let her mind wander, wondering why just a little hatching can get everyone so riled up.

Brown's Impression is greeted with an arch of the eyebrows, Nynaeve's response apt as a quick 'gratulations is given in a soft voice. Silver scales fall downwards; coruscating light plays briefly as another wriggle is given-- punctuations as silverfish is cradled in 'tween palms of hands. Efforts are given, enticing shudders of fish in hopes of luring bronze hatchling forwards.

Scrambled Egg gives a shudder. Despite its efforts not to hatch, tiny lines begin to creep across the ovoid shape.

Shava watches the bronze hatch and stands back from the crowd and watches the other egg, daring not to tempt her all ready young bronze's temper.

Delsin watches the bronze for a moment. "Wow what vibrant colors on him" he grins holding the meat out, "Choose wisely young one"

Uriah chuckles softly at Benrian again, turning to study him as her hand idly swishes forwards. "Oh, they'll crack I'm sure.." and soon enough, she's quite right, as Caitiri croons on her shoulder. "See, a bronze.. wouldn't be a proper gold hatching without one.." Just to keep up the conversation with this interesting new stranger, she keeps talking; idly wiggle-wagging her meat towards the newly hatched bronze.

Torlan's eyes widen as he see's a bronze appear from the second to the last egg. He gasps for a moment, but then again, he's a bit of a wuss. He composes himself and keeps his eyes on the last egg. He has a feeling whatever is in there is /worth/ waiting for!

Risli chuckles at the little bronze. "I don't think I could be as adoring a fan as you need," he mutters. "But there's meatroll, if you're of a mind." 

Cyndal bends down at the water, rinsing the wherry-wrapped-around-a-drawing-stick treat. She stands calling out another "Enjoy," to the impressees, looking at her dripping stick. "Hmmm... Salty," she murmurs, wandering back to the crowds. She catches a faint glimpse of color and stands on her highest tipitoes. Hands go upon hips and a frown comes upon her face, then a wince as she discovers that her side is now salty-wherry-blooded. "Ewww..." She shakes her head and steps closer. "Excuse." is murmured. "Sorry. Coming through."

Sunlight looks over the scrambled egg, almost protectively, taking a step forward hissing at it and at the people. Her eyes also on the other firelizards from her clutch.

Jasyra watches the bronze hatch, unsure of what to think of it. Well, it's a lizard. She glances Sarrai-wards, wondering if she should attempt a direct offering to on of the things. Not wanting to annoy Rrai any more than she already has, she gives in. A small strip of the meatroll is ripped off and offered to the little creature. Jas isn't very outgoing, but she is interesting if nothing else.

Lithe fingers opening the cloth bundle, Onix pulls out a few wherry strips. Her deep gray eyes watching the new bronze's every move she attemps to slip even closer. Long skirt whiping around her thin frame as she moves Onix brushes disobediant hair back once more with her free hand. The wherry strips dripping suculent juices onto the clean sand Onix sighs and kneels down, watching with intent flashing eyes

Conlan gasps as the bronze hatches, leaning forward without really realizing what he's doing. Quiet he is, still, so quiet, but there's a rhythm in that wherry bouncing there on his fingers, in the closed fist that holds more, in the cadence of his breath as he eyes the dynamic fellow. Slow, slow, slow he wiggles that first strip of wherry, then faster by degrees as he inches toward this prize.

Sarrai sighs and sits back in the sand, "Shards, I don't see any more blues" she scrunches up her nose in ditaste, "I so wanted a little Caedy, Jas." she rubbs her hands together to rid them of sand and looks to her friend, "What does Lycaenth say of thise 'pests'?"

Flarra continues to twirl her bit of spiced Wherry in her fingers, occasionally yelling out congrats to new impresses and watching the few eggs left.. "Ooh.. A bronze.." She says quietly, noticing him for the first time..

Benrian peers as the bronze comes out of his hiding place, and nods to Uriah. "Aye, a bronze. Yer right, though, how they'd see us in this crowd is beyond me. We may as well be invisible. What did ye say yer name was? I'm Rye..." He wriggles around a little, scooting the packtail and 'herdbeast' foreward, again.

Torlan timidly backs away as the mother looks protectively over the patient, last egg. He waits, wondering what will come out of the 'finale'.

Mackenzie tries to see over the crowd to see who the brown took but being so little, can't see her. She shakes her head briefly but she quickly turns back to the eggs. "You look sweet, little bronze. You know, if ya wanted a quiet place to stay you could live with me... I hardly ever go out," she sighs at the thought of being alone.

Ravel's Bolero Bronze Hatchling struggles his way from his egg, turning around several times, but always keeping to the beat he follows naturally. He starts forward after he knows where he wants to go, steps small, almost quiet, but increaing in size always keeping to the tempo.

Delsin gets a couple more pieces of wherry in his hand, his eyes on the bronze. "Here you go little one, this is just for you" he watches him.

Melissa dazzle, awe, and a fun sense of confusion baffle her. It's no blue, but it might do..... Swish, swager, murmer mumble. What to do more that to outstretch her palm and show she has something. Wine lips, twisted and concelded to a thoughtlined smile, though she can't really understand the fuss, blue is a bit prettier. Either way, people need to stop gawking and just feed the silly fledgling.

Scrambled Egg is caught in a quandry, indeed. Stay here with its mother? or venture into that wide world to start gathering 1001 tales to tell? Soon...the decision is no longer to be made as the shell cracks in two halves to spill its occupant out onto the sand.

Scrambled Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.

Scheherazade Green Hatchling
A gentle swirling mist of mint twirls around delicate limbs spreading over a slender torso. Green deepens to jade across neckridges to spread to headknobs and over angular muzzle. Deepening emerald trails across whipping tail which is the only sign of the passion continued within this jewel of 'lizard.

Alicia sings softly along with the notes she scrawls in the sand, "From the shining egg a glowing bronze emerged, such rippling color in melody the people to impress did urge." she says wih a little giggle a how funny the words sounded. She holds ou the delicate ovine meat, hoping the Bronze would notice her work-in-progress, made especially for him.

And Conlan follows that step, that rhythm, so quiet still, so slow, but building, building. Slowly, he extends his arm, slowly he offers what he has. All a dance. All is rhythm. Is he breathing? He couldn't tell you.

Uriah inadvertantly elbows the man next to her in an effort to move her meat forwards a bit towards the rhythmic little bronze. "Hmmm, that is a problem, but these things draw people like wherries.." she notes, then smiles and nods. "I'd be Uriah, wellmet Rye.."

Chase walks down the trail from the plateau.

Shava sees the little green hatch, and dares to approach it to star offering it food, and to hear the amazing stories that the little one might tell.

Jasyra turns to Sarrai only halfway, still watching the bronze hatchling type, "He says that they are useful, but agrivating. They do like him though, so it would be acceptable to obtain one." She pauses momentarily, a hand still out towards the bronze, using the food to edge him forward, "What do you think of that little bronzen fellow Rrai?"

Benrian chuckles and points a finger toward the bronze. "Looks like he's doing a tango...ye wouldn't happen ta dance yerself, would ye?" But he breaks off as the green emerges, and he mutters, "There's a little gem fer ya, if she'd take to either of us...aye, well met." He humms a little in beat to the bronze's 'dancing'.

Delsin watches the shell shatter as the other frees herself, then returns to the bronze holding the meat out, tossing little bits now and then.

Taranys flickers a peer towards the appearance of that bronze and speculates, "Looks like that one has a good spirit to him, would you agree Taz?" The brown studies and rumbles his aproval, forked tail twitching idly and he nudges once again. /So/? How do you do it? Tarah plebbers and holds up the scrap so he can see, "All you do is find something like this, that they will like, and wiggle it, like so." And a slight wiggle if presented in example, "It's easy really and luck more than anything if they decide to eat it."

Green attracts attention, flaking silver of scales whirling off of hands as Nynaeve leans forwards, cupped hands holding treasures of fish in steady hold. Quiet is there-- /always/ quiet, as offering is given an enticing wriggle, luring silver of fish given towards the Scheherazade Hatchling-- Nynaeve hopeful.

Risli gasps as the lovely little green appears, echoed by Felvis' trill from his shoulder. He scoots around boots and legs, and worms his way to the front. "My stars, you're the prettiest thing I've seen," he murmurs. "Come and share a bite with my fellows and me."

Scheherazade Green Hatchling gently extricates herself from fallen shards. A cystalline sound emanates from her as she creels softly. She is not one to seek attention but sit back and watch...all the while gather tales to spin into her tapesty of storytelling. Now...which one offers the most adventure for this girl?

Torlan gasps at this final, spectacular entrant. He is closer to this one than the others, and he senses that this one has some stories to tell, or will as soon as she so chooses. He adds a spiderclaw and some fish to the stick, almost as if to create a small bazaar of items. He holds it out the long stick, ready to trade stories for food.

Ravel's Bolero Bronze Hatchling approaches the food steps in rhythm, very co-ordinated for such a young firelizard. He takes a strip of meat in his small but very small teeth and nibbles quietly on the end of it. He doesn't stay quiet for long, but increases his bites with every chomp.

Delsin grins at the little bronze, still flipping small pieces out, not to far though, "You are wonderful"

Attention is offered, rapt eyes catching onto green hide as fish is offered, flaking scales held cupped in midst of Nynaeve's hands. Perhaps not adventure, but attention - as girl is silent as always, head cocking to the side to catch that crystalline sound.

Eyes flick instantly from bronze to green as the egg shatters. Lithe fingers hold forth the dripping wherry as Onix's dark gray eyes reguard the newest life in the wonderout world. Deep dark hair is again blow over Onix's firelizards and into her face. Wherry is placed on the ground for safe keeping as Onix reaches one hand into her satchel for a hair tie.

Risli grins, "My fellows and I could tell you a tale or two," he offers, dangling the meatroll from his fingers. He makes a face and continues talking to the little green. "The food's all right, but we have grand times."

Cyndal finally makes her way to the front and crouches down, so the people behind her can see. Considerate, hey. She starts twirling the wherry-drawing-stick absently, smiling in awe at the bronze fellow. "Well... I didn't think that you little fellows could affect me any more." She chuckles and shakes her head as the twirling stick drips salty water and diluted red spots.

Uriah blinks at Benrian, keeping her focus on the bronze as much as she can, since her firelizards would have choice 'words' for her if she didn't. "D-dance? Well, perhaps a bit, but I'm much better off in the water. Do you swim?" she asks him, since that's the main thing about her craft that she loves, beyond her delphinic partner that is. "That bronze seems rather choosy.." she notes in an off-side as her herdbeast takes another wiggle-waggling. "Very.. suave.."

Conlan leans closer and closer, slipping that single piece of wherry around the fingers of one hand, perhaps teasing? Who could know? Closer and closer, perhaps faster now, he offers, watching and reacting to every move the bronze dancer makes.

Sarrai clasps her slender, wherhide-clad arms around her knees and rocks back and forth slowly, "That one?" she moves her chin to indicate the Bronze, "Oh, he's attractive enough, lacks the brilliance of blue though" she grins at Jasyra, "what about you?"

Shava gladly sits upon the sands to listen to what the green has to say, and would love to every tale that she can spin, and in the meantime, offers her pieces of meat as rewards for her stories that truly no one really deserves.

Chase trailing in, eyes to the floor as mischievous girl bounces forth. "One two, skip to my lue, three four shut the door..." high soprano voice sings out, as she looks towards the luring crowd of people, around a metalic and to ivy. Ooooh, looking towards Scheherazade's masked form, wondering if all greens are stuck up to never have fun and get dirty. She hasn't met one yet, not yet a soulmate to help get in trouble and messes..

Alicia sees he green hatch and sighs as she sars another verse, "A green of great rythm from another egg came, all the glorious sounds she made, her orgin could not blame." She notices a sence of nonsense in the verse and automatically tries to think of more words.

Benrian nods toward the bronze, "Do ye see him? Watch...he starts out slow, and gets faster...quiet and gets louder.  Whoever impresses him would do well to remember that--maybe name him crescendo...and the li'l green...the's the look of a wanderer about her...perhaps name her--oh..." he chuckles. "Swim?  Aye, a bit--and dance."

Delsin leans back on his knees a little, the bronze color has his eyes, the roast wherry held at finger tips.

Jasyra grins at the little bronze, taking his time finding the chosen pet, though taking a lot of time taste testing, "Sarrai, I think I like that little bronze guy...." She listens to her fellow rider critique the bronze, "I think he has plenty of brilliance...all that he needs." Her hand continues offering, eyes watching the moves closely.

Rydia gasps slightly when she sees the little green hatch, "Ooh.. So beautiful too.." She adds, almost mournfully as she inspects her poor offering of cold meat scraps. She offers them anyway, almost certain that she hasn't a chance in all of Pern.. Her eyes unfocus when her thoughts suddenly go back to the other night when she was talking to that man.. What did he say his name was? Oh yes.. Cecil..

Mackenzie continues to watch Ravel's Bolero Bronze Hatchling intently but does look over at the green. "You both look very hungry," is her comment more to the bronze but meat is also held toward the green hatchling. "And you sure do walk well for just being hatched, little bronze."

Delsin says, "Here little one, you can have all the meat you want, anything you want at all" his fingers still drip with the juice of the meat."

Melissa looks to the others, watching more than going for. Like she said, she likes blues more. Leaning forward and tossing the fish out so it can plop somewhere, she watches, simply as that. Cranberry ice lips remain in a parted smile, watching the antics from her spot upon sands of grains

Sarrai shakes her head at Jas, "No one can have the brilliance of blue, other than blues that is" she laughs slightly as her mind is tickled  by some comment unheard to the othes, "Caedy knows it too"

Scheherazade Green Hatchling senses a fellow storyteller out there. Only this one uses music instead of words. What a pair they would make? Her crystalline creels with the music he plays? Stories told by the pair of their many travels together?Now...if only the man has any /food/ worth eating. The green takes a tentative step or two forward.

Tzath turns his attention towards the remaining pair and lowers his muzzle. The bronze is cute, but that /green/, hubba! Tzath wiggles his tail thoughtfully and peers towards his lifemate. Perhaps she could find him one like that in a larger size? His lifemate merely rolls her eyes and clears her throat, "/Anyways/, as I was saying. There really isn't much to it, you just wiggle, dip, twist or anything like that and hope it sparks their curiousity." Tarah's tale of explanation is enhanced by the motions of her hands...This really is a physical type of explanation y'know.

Jasyra scoffs at Sarrai, even if it just in her head, "Browns are the most brilliant creatures I have ever seen.....so Ly tells me anyways." She offers a small grin, "Though that bronze fellow comes very close. Blues just don't have it." Shegives her friend a wink, still watching the hatchling closely.

Ravel's Bolero Bronze Hatchling finishes off a strip of herdbeast and hears something in a voice to his liking. Could it be a compliment, food for the heart. He turns and heads that way hoping that some meat will follow the words. Though he seems to have a purpose, his shiny bronze body never leaves the tempo of his hatching.

Uriah laughs slightly and shakes her head. "Oh, I see alright.. and you know what, he's very sharp for a newborn. I thought they all just scrambled about.." But not that one, oh no, he seems to be taking his time and smoothing towards the crowd with his calm rhythm. "You should swim with a dolphin sometime Rye.." Is that an offer? Perhaps. Hand is still extended towards the bronze being discussed; meat still hanging..

Delsin places the little piece of meat out on the sand, he holds the larger pieces in his hand watching them.

Alicia tries to sing i her loveliest voice, yet nothing compared to the greens singing, "While some favored the graceful bronze, others waned the melodical green, yet between the musical couple, not a controversy could be seen." She holds out the ovine meat, wondering if either could hear a lovely tale about themselves sung from the crowd of people just as worthy, or more, than herself.

Conlan watches still, so close, so quiet, so intense, dark eyes never leaving that miraculous little guy. And though he's quiet, he keeps that rhythm perfectly, unclasping his other hand to offer everything. The whole stolen bounty.

A haunting tune begins to weave its way from Onix's lips, the voices of her brown and blue adding to its intricate melody.  Her deep gray eyes watch the green intently as her lips weave an amazing tale. Her wherry is retrived without letting her tune skip a note. Held between lithe fingers the wherry drips out onto the sand in the night

Torlan calls to the story-teller, "I have trade items!" He shakes the stick softly, showing off his wares. While he does so his flute fall silently from his pocket...

Risli waggles the meatroll at the little green. "Come on, little one. Have a bite, and let us think of ways to describe your beauty." He grins, and nods sagely. "You could do no worse, I think."

Benrian suddenly exclaims, "Trekka, perchance? The green, I mean." He shakes his head. "No...no it's a good thing I never had children--I may have named them horribly--who knows what?" He blinks back toward the bronze and taps one hand on the sand in time to the bronzes steps, humming, "Da-da-du-du-da-daah...just like that...you see?" he chuckles. "Me? Swim with a dolphin?! Ha! That would be the day! They'd be afraid of my whiskers, no doubt.

Sarrai rolls her eyes at Jasyra, "Well I don't need my lifemate to tell me what color is the best, I know it myself" her mouth stretches into a wide smile, "Besides, Caedy is of the opinion that /green/ is the most brilliant of the colors...can you believe it?"

Shava tries to think of some stories that she can make up on the spot, the only ones that she knows are the ones about the constellations of the sky, but hopefully that will still offer the green storyteller some confort and maybe to hear some tales while she's at it.

Twist of scales is held in hands, Nynaeve's call quiet with movements, flips of hands as silverfish is jumped every which way-- siren's calling with fish as bait. Green is offered fish, demeanor uiet as cupped hands hold out in glittering bait to hatchling. Hair is pressed back by hand, wispy tendrils ignored as hopes mount-- yet are kept silent to watch and observe.

Jasyra chuckles, "See Rrai? See how that little one keeps such a bright tempo and task? That is real brilliance." Her hand rustles her meatroll at the bronze, wondering if even sees her. Sigh "You're just biased about blues by the way..."

Delsin reaches his other hand out, holding meat in both hands now, he watches the little ones with love.

Mackenzie realizes that there aren't anymore eggs and decides to get the rest of her meat out. She resumes her words to the bronze. "I doubt I'll use this for anything else. You can have it even if you don't pick me..." Her head bobs slightly with his tempo as she watches.

Cyndal adds a little tap to each spin of her wherry-stick. Spin, tap, spin, tap, to some unheard tune in her head. Her attention wanders from the precise bronze lad, her eyes faraway as the wherry starts to run out of juices and is just a salt-encrusted wherry-stick. Her long fingers continue their beat. Spin, tap, spin spin spin... the wherry goes around and around.

Ravel's Bolero Bronze Hatchling takes a chomp from the meatroll and finds it to his liking. He lets out a loud creel and takes the rest of it from Jasyra's hand in a large bite, his cresendo.

Uriah blinks over towards Benrian, peering at him. "Naming them already?" she asks, then laughs as she watches the little bronze moving about. "Definitely smooth.. he might be the dancer." Faranth knows /she's/ not, she'd rather be in the water with Akida. "Sure, with a dolphin... ha! Your whiskers indeed.." Uriah has the sudden urge to prod Rye with a finger, but she restrains that ruthlessly, since her hand is busy holding the meat out; don't want to hit him with it twice in one night!

What a story could be told by just what she's being offered as a meal! Scheherazade Hatchling steps forward and steps onto Torlan's flute. And later? A song to accompany to story perhaps? She eyes the offering and abandons her delicate nature just long enough to *scarf* down some meat to feel her empty belly.

Ravel's Bolero Bronze Hatchling's cries turn joyous, and he turns towards Jasyra, creeling piteously.

Melissa watches and giggles, She has stories, of all her 'spooky' adventures. That's it. Plus, she can't sing at all.

Jasyra calls to Ravel's Bolero Bronze Hatchling, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Sarrai howls in laughter, and falls back onto the sand, tears running down her face, "You are sharding /mad/ Jas!" she props herself up on an elbow, "First you don't want to come at all...then you stay and try to convince me that that little creature is more beautiful than my Caedy?" she shakes her head, delighting in teasing the brownrider.

Leigh moves with a purposeful gait down the trail from the plateau.

Delsin smiles at Jasyra, what a good match that is, his fingers still holding out some of the meat.

Torlan gasps as he drops the flute, almost hitting the lady. He apologizes, and offers meat from his wares, "Fishes, Meats, sugar for the lady?" He asks, smiling. He picks up the flute, and offers a tune too, perhaps while she eats. He props the meat the side of the tree, so she can pick herself. He then begins to play a simple, yet sphisticated tune.

Shava notices that the green has interests in music, what about having your stories placed into the stars little one, maybe that will convince her.

Conlan leaves the meat on the beach, then, for the avians and the wild lizards and whatever else might come along. "I don't suppose we've got a ride home around here somewhere, Py?"

Alicia contiues her tale, "The bronze found someone worthy of dance, which left the emerald melody, such a lovely being or voice, noone has ever heard or seen." she looks toward the favored green holding the ovine meat for the taking.

Benrian nods as the bronze impresses and says, "Well done.  The green--look to the green." He subconsciously continues to hum and tap the sand, in the once-beat of the bronze.

Hey, she can eat and listen, too. The green croons along with the flute...in between bites that is.

Scheherazade Green Hatchling's cries turn joyous, and she turns towards Torlan, creeling piteously.

Uriah blinks at Benrian and follows his gaze towards the green, but no, she doesn't try for her, since she already has a green and /that/ ditz is quite enough thankyou.

Shava stands up and smiles to Torlan, "Congrats Torlan, I'm sure you two will be very happy together."

Pyrene looks around waving to Jasyra and points to the rider, "She should be in a good mood. Maybe she'll give us a lift." Little lost weyrbrat expression is readied.

Shava calls to Tanis, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Leigh grins as she notices the makings of a hatching, a rare sight in her case, considering that her feline usually ruins the scene.  She sits back against a nearby tree from which she can watch.

Jasyra pokes Sarrai in the ribs this time, "I am not sharding mad....." Her eyes meet the little bronze as he samples her meat, "Well I'll be...." she takes the small creature in her arms and lets him finish her meatroll. He quickly falls asleep and she turns to Sarrai, "Wow..." A quick chuckle ripples from her lips, "Lycaenth says he is glad that I have an annoyance to adore him."

Cyndal notes, somewhere in the back of her mind that the two last hatchlings have been impressed, and smiles, humming that tune still in her head. She unraps the piece of wherry from around her drawing stick and stares down at the ruined stick. "Hmmm..." She holds the wherry out and offers it to the impressees. "Want some wherry?" she offers wryly.

Benrian chuckles and sets down the packtail and turns to hand the 'herdbeast' back to Uriah. "Yer meat, m'lady. And a hearty congratulations to ya!" he calls to Torlan

Torlan embraces the feelings in him. He continues to play, happily, while he makes sure the lady has food to fit her liking. The feelings, in him, by themselves tell a story.

Alicia sighs, not wanting to try for another firelizard. Pity, that green was so lovely. She says a light congratz o the impressers and leaves.

Uriah takes the herdbeast and just looks at it with a bit of a face. "Um.. what should I do with this?" she questions, blinking at Benrian. "I think I should just throw it out to sea.." she says, grinning.

Leigh chuckles as she realizes she already missed it. 

Sarrai pokes her friend in the ribs, "I told you it'd be a good idea to come, I was right...wasn't I?" she winks and turns her eyes to the little creature, "Too bad he's not a blue"

Conlan lets the weyrbrat speak for him, then. "Lead on, Pyrene."

Benrian looks aghast at the suggestion. "Toss it out to sea? No! Leave it about. Some sorry critter will be happy to have it."

Torlan takes a little bit of the meat off of the stick and offers it to the majestic queen, "Would you, dame, like some as well?"

Jasyra chuckles, "Yes Rrai...and you are always right. We are do back at the weyr." Her eyes twinkle at the little sleeping wonder and moves towards the direction of Lycaenth.

Uriah laughs and nods, dropping the meat to the sand for the crawlers to get, or mebbe something else. "I'm sure there'll be wherries circling over here soon enough.." she notes, then looks around at the crowd still there. "Would you like to take a walk Rye?" He's proved interesting enough, so why not chat some more.

Taranys flashes a bright grin as one of her brood swoops in from between to snatch the meat from her hand, "See? It works sorta like that." Tzath snuffs in enlightenment and turns towards those newly Impressed and rumbles his own version of aproval.

Pyrene wanders over to Jasyra and Sarrai, with due care for her sleeping Kynance. "Are you two going back to the weyr?" Large llama eyes strike again.

Cyndal sighs and glances out back toward the horizon and the scene she so wanted to sketch. She shakes her head and smiles faintly. "I missed that, just because of you," she murmurs to the egg shards left upon the sand. She chuckles softly and wanders back the way she came. "Tomorrow," she promises herself.

Benrian scrambles to his feet, brushing the sand from his knees and nodding.  "Aye, a walk seems pleasant, enough.  My arm, ma'am?"  He sticks out one elbow, offering it to Uriah to hang on to.

Jasyra spots Pyrene and nods, "Yep, back to the weyr...need a ride?"

Conlan just stands behind Pyrene, too old to look cute.

Uriah smiles at that and slips her arm through Benrian's. "Well, a gentleman even..." she notes as she glances off down the beach. "How about.. that way.." Hand gestures vaguely.

Benrian nods, heading off in that direction.

Pyrene smirks briefly at Conlan, then puts the little lost weyrbrat face back on, "Could you?" Slight tremble of the lip.

Jasyra chuckles, "No need for the sad weyrbrat look..come on Lycaenth is in the bowl." With a bright smile, she ushers all of them off to their ride.

Pyrene practically skips off, with an insufferably smug expression on her face. Wal follows, chirping dubiously.

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