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 Tuesday, January 2nd, 2001 for the benefit of members unable to attend. Logged by Pyrene.

The Hatching of Cadgwith's First Clutch

[NB: I didn't realise but Cadgwith was turned off for the start of this. Earliest Sands/galleries poses were thus lost, including Cadgwith's first humming.]

Are you ready for puns so bad that they're banned in 43 states? Then come and join the groaning at the hatching of Cadgwith and Simpsonth's NPC clutch! @move me to #5000 for viewing from the galleries!
-- entered by Pyrene on 2001-01-02 20:08 MOO Time.

Another dragon ride? And a /hatching/! A squeal of delight is emitted from Cinny -- along with a giggle at the dragon-lick -- as she literally bounds up to P'rru and takes his hand with only a miniscule amount of hesitation. "Thank you /so/ much, P'rru! And you too, Dsalth! Ya'll are so much nicer than that mean 'ole bluerider.." Mid-way through her remark, the said junior weyrwoman's name is heard. A beam is immediately flashed at Pyrene, from the dragon's side, "I'd be nervous too, if I were a candidate. Is there a gold egg?" She quips, toward the weyrwoman.

Pyrene brightens delightedly as the girl mentions Mean Ol' Bluerider. Must be a smart person. "No... no queen egg. Although with 6 fertile queens here already, that's probably just as well," she says defensively. "She /laid/ 27, which is wonderful for a first clutch." Proud she is.

Bach meanders in from the north.

Dsalth huffs a husky, ageing breath towards Cinny. "Of course any candidate is nervous..." P'rru murmers "especially if you were standing for Cadgwith's children" but the same smooth smile is dropped upon the girl. "Clamber up now Cinny, Dsalth is getting impatient....and of course it was a bluerider, a brownrider would never treat someone that way" tut tut.

Cinny scowls darkly at the mention of the bluerider once again, murmuring incoherently 'neath her breath. "6 queens? Th'people at the hold never told us /that/. They never tell us anything, though." The scowl only commences to increase, before it melds into another delighted smile toward Pyrene. "So 27's good? That's a /lot/ of new dragons." The more the merrier, in her opinion. The kidlet complies to P'rru's orders, clambering clumsily up the brown's proffered foreleg.

Cinny swings up to ease herself between defined neckridges

Kyera walks in.

"Tiareth, Salbith, Rhyath, Ysbryth, Chayath and Cadge," Pyrene reels off glibly. She waves them off, making a note to ask P'rru who his passenger was later and heads into the caverns.

Bach drags poor Vin with him on a candidate-stalk along the bowl. "Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Vin?" he wonders vaguely. Vin grins at Bach, bad teeth and all. "Well, yeah. But pants with horizontal stripes make me look chubby..."

P'rru stands on tiptoes in order to strap the girl in. "Mind that buckle there Cinny...let me tighten that..." he certainly proves that brownrider's /are/ much more careful with their passengers. "Pyrene, good luck, I wish you barely any blues" he hollers after the weyrwoman.

Kyera blinks a bit, as she wandered in gazing at the others, tilting her head slightly..interesting, indeed.

P'rru swings up to ease himself between defined neckridges

Pyrene stops as she spies candidates. Oh... hmm. "You can't wear horizontal stripes on the Sands," she tells them firmly. "Are you guys all ready? You heard that Cadge said it was sometime today, right?"

From Dsalth's neck, Cinny gazes oddly at P'rru, holding completely still as the straps are buckled. "What's wrong with /all/ blues? Only that one was really mean.." A wave is sent toward the departing weyrwoman, with a final, excited smile. "I bet all Cadgwith's hatchlings will be pretty!" The kidlet chirps merrily.

Lips pursed slightly, at the mention of /candidates/..hm..a hatching, eh? Wow..she'd always wanted to participate in one..but then again she hadn't even been to one, peculiar of Kyera to think. Digits pulled strands of hair back behind her ears, tilting her head..

Dsalth ripples, body creaking and croaning like old leather. "There's nothing wrong with /all/ blues, your right, Cinny" P'rru admits, shifting into lazy position between neckridges himself. "Cayl and Mzadith are a marvelous pair afterall..." he mentions. "Shall we go now then, Cinny?" he asks once more, swivelling slightly.

Pyrene glances up at P'rru. "Oh, yes there is! But thanks for the wish. I'm sure she'll not have too many..." She'd better not, anyway.

Creekee walks in.

Miravith flops a cute oversized paw at the departing dragon and riders sweetly, blinking demurely. A squirrel crosses her path. Twitch, twitch, *snap*! Gulp. She curls her fat little tail around her chubby body. What? What do you mean what was that? That's not blood on her snout. That's...redfruit juice.

Misousee nods her head slowly, sighing a bit. "Yes I'm ready...I heard I heard." But white is /so/ her color. Even if it probably won't be white after all those...dragons ....hatching. Blinking at the mention of blues, she shakes her head....all blues... not possible. Pushing her hair out of her face, she sighs at the other candies.

From Dsalth's neck, Cinny nestles deeper 'twixt her two of Dsalth's neckridges, nodding toward P'rru in agreement. "Whenever you're ready, P'rru." A /stare/, wide-eyed and all, is laid upon Miravith-- she just /ate/ that, didn't she? Eeek! Good thing this kidlet wasn't born a squirrel. Gulp. "Dragons don't eat people, do they? 'Cause that green o'er there just...um, ate that squirrel and I don't want her to eat /me/.."

Bach darts his beady little eyes over at Pyrene, and only elbows Vin slightly this time. Gotta preserve the guys ribs, afterall. "Hush, fool. Something's brewing..." Vin looks confused. He always looks confused, but..."Brewing? Like stew? Oh, goody! I love stew. Can I have some stew, Miss Weyrwoman Ma'am?"

Dsalth grumbles and lifts from the ground, effecient belly held high from the dusty bowl. He snuffles at the various candidates in his way before leaping into the air, wings blazing out in mustard length to catch the megrest wind. "Miravith isn't like most dragons, Cinny...she's quite odd but harmless.." P'rru clears up the squirrel-eating issue.

Kyera walks to the Caverns.

Dsalth takes off.

Creekee trips onto the scene...quite literally, too, gawky, gangly adolescent straigtening abruptly as he realizes who-all is here. "Wha...whoah...P..Pyrene!" Fellow candidates all receive shaky smiles as he skirts Miravith to end up beside the goldrider, eyes all aglow and full of Pyrene-ness.

Alymath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Lis tries not to bump 'gainst any sharp joints as she slides down Alymath's forearm.

Pyrene glances over all the candidates critically. "You're all ready?" she questions, trying to discreetly step away from Creekee. "Have you been helping the cooks? Hey... Lis!"

B'art steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

B'art swaggers down the stairs, hairy arms swinging with each lumbering step. Each unsteady, lumbering step. "Mrrhhrmmmm..." he mutters, swampy brown eyes focusing blurrily on the wine. "Mmmmm...."

"Oosh!" Lis dismounts with her usual passel of kids: Cerise, Donis, and even Treneere. The latter, however, is under strict orders to be nice to Pyrene, and apparently this involves ignoring the goldrider. "How's it going Pyrene?" she signs out cheerfully, unaway of anything awry.

And following quickly behind Creekee is Viagra, who rivals Lis in all her bustiness...and is even more empty-headed, to boot. Fingers are fluttered, and 'lashes join in when it turns to the guys who're present. "Oh, hello..."

Hiliza steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Bach is ready? Of course he is. He's brilliant afterall. "I'm ready," he says slyly, winningly, to the goldrider, donned as he is in typical garb. Vin's in his robe, but only because he forgot to take it off from trying it on yesterday. Treneere gets a baleful glare, though, from Bach...Vin smiles at the girl, because he's nice. And the two have a penchant for ruining Bach's life. "Are the eggs hatching?" wonders Vin dimly.

Pyrene feels trapped. B'art here, Creekee there... In such times, even Lis is an escape. "The eggs are due to hatch today," she explains to the greenrider with a rather nervous sigh. She's just trying to get one last spot of candidate-baiting in.

Oorla walks in.

Wine fogged eyes manage to focus on Pyrene -- that lucky goldrider -- and B'art shambles over with his most winning smile pasted on his lips. "Hey there, babe," he slurrs, looming over the young woman. "How's our eggs?

Cadgwith> From the Galleries, Clotho motions for Surupa to join her at her newly aquired seat.

Lis notes Pyrene's two least favorite males in the vicinity, beckoning the goldrider over to her side conveniently - though could that be a slight scowl in Viagra's general direction? "Ooh! Well that's good, isn't it?" Donis hangs onto his mother's knee, looking way up at B'art with his best ominous look. (It's probably more impressive if he's not looking /up/).

Cadgwith> From the Galleries, Surupa wanders up the steps with a slight green hue to her usualy tanned face. Dragonflight aren't too good. "Hey, Clotho!" Her arm waves towards fellow Herder as she moves towards the seat, only to give the others a quick glance. Many people for a hatching... Well, of course. Her fair of flits are a choir of chittering and chattering and chirping voices standing out from the rest of the crowd.

Cadgwith> Simpsonth, surprisingly not unlike his rider, starts up an uneaven, almost drunken humming as he looms over his eggs. His. No one elses. Back off.

Hiliza slips quietly out of the 'Caverns, pulling her cloak around her thin body, and lifting a strand of hair out of her eyes. She smiles at the crowd, shivering somewhat, and then, somewhat blankly, "Eggs?" She's not that blank, however, and so adds, "I mean... hatching... soon?" While moving deftly closer and decidely shiverring.

Pyrene starts visibly as a hum begins to resonate. "Ohshardsandshells..." she mutters, clamping onto Lis' arm. "It's starting... Candidates... go change and stuff." She'll just race sandwards. Letting go of Lis first.

Cadgwith> From the Galleries, Saisukei says, "really filling up...wow..."

Oorla blinks in surprise, barely getting her barings. "Hatching already?" Oh dear. The Weyr just isn't ready for Cadgwith spawn!

Misousee watches the dismounting greenrider with almost disgust, prefering to offer a wave and a smile to the approaching Shaner, nodding at the quick question about hatching eggs. Smoothing her robe, she grabs the hand of Shaner and another, unknown, candidate, and rushes after Pyrene towards the sands. Atleast she's ready. And hopefully so are the others she latched onto.

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A single step and the heat increases. Another and it gets hotter still. A few more and you are out onto the Sands themselves, bathed in waves of warmth.

Sands
Heat rises -- ripples -- wavers in a stifling curtain that envelops dragons and eggs while smothering riders and visitors. The black sands have been raked into ruts and dips, an alien, uneven surface for anyone trying to walk across them. Some say tension seers the heat: residue of hope, fear, relief, sadness, pain and ultimate joy staining high grey walls and lurking about the many viewing ledges that speckle the walls. Ancient murals of dragonlore fade across the walls near gallery and entrances.

From the Galleries, Orsja walks in.

From the Galleries, Daine says to Saisukei,"Yes, I can't wait till the eggs start hatching."

From the Galleries, Saisukei is speaking to Daine, and smiles. "Yeah, can't wait."

From the Galleries, Clotho eyes the fair of flits that Rupa brings with her. Czar and Bracken simple perch nearby, looking dark and sullen as always. "Haven't been to one of these in a long time," she comments to Surupa. "What do you think will hatch first? I'm betting blue."

In the bowl, Creekee is oblivious to Pyrene's shifting away from him, though he's doing much of the same to Viagra...that girl is weeeird. And he's in looo-- "Eeep? Hatching? But...but...Pyrene, my love..." And that's when his tongue gets tangled, his hand gets grabbed....by Viagra, no less...and they're off.

Pyrene dashes onto the sands at a run, hands reaching swiftly to her dragon's hide. "I'm here, I'm here... It's alright!" She's comforting herself, more than anything, wincing at the heat of the Sands and eyeing the rocking eggs with considerable apprehension.

From the Galleries, Saisukei ooos "Look theres something going on down there." tells Daine, and points to the sands.

B'art trudges in after Pyrene, an obedient puppy still waiting for his bone.

From the Galleries, Surupa twitching her lips into a smile, only to frown slightly when her brown and green break out into a fight. "Hush you two!" She snaps as soon as she gets to her seat with a stiff nod towards Clotho. "Perhaps a blue..." She mentions with a slight shrug of her shoulder, only to glance up at a familiar dragon upon the ledges. "Or a brown... But I do not bet at hatching, not at all. I came here last time to watch Cay Impress..."

From the Galleries, "Blues, blues, lots and lots of blues." Ciera's chanting to herself as she plunks down in the stands and stares at the eggs down below. "Let them all be blues for Cadge's first clutch." She's here for the possible irony factor.

Oorla positions herself at the edge of the sands and watches the candidates come in. What will they be like, once they're riding Cadgwith and Simsonth spawn? A frightening prospect for an Assistant 'Lingmaster. indeed.

From the Galleries, Orsja sneaks into the galleries and quickly finds a seat, hoping she's not that noticeable. She's never been to an egg hatching before and since she has some time before the ships rebuilt, she can catch this one...

From the Galleries, The LisBrood enters with some commotion, though nowhere near the ruckus of Nuff's. With the baby in her lap, Lis manages to get Donis settled into a seat (just barely) and Trenny calmed down enough not to yell catcalls down to Pyrene. The goldrider's got to look respectable, now.

From the Galleries, Hiliza scans the crowd for someone to latch onto, and spots Sebastion. Lucky him. "Sebasti-on!!" She calls, glancing down at the sands momentarially. "Well, at least I'm up here this time," she comments, settling into a spot for watching. One, two, three little flitters take flight for a better perch, twittering to themselves excitedly.

From the Galleries, Daine says to Saisukei,"Oh goody. This is my first hatching. It's the same with you right?"

From the Galleries, Clotho chuckles "Oh, I bet against myself, not with marks. I'm no good at gaming," the woman assures, nodding for emphasis to the younger herder.

From the Galleries, Saisukei nods to Daine. "Yeah.

One by one, the candidates enter, white robes mostly clean, hair mostly combed, and teeth mostly straight. Vin and the Bach, partners in crime, as well as such terrors as Viagra-the-vixen and Chenescake, who could make a neanderthal look refined. They bow - most of them - and assemble into vague semi-circles around the eggs.

From the Galleries, Saisukei holds her breath as the candidates enter.

Alrehmons comes on with the other candidates and does the bow thing to gold and rider before glaring at Lis and her kids in the stands. Can't they be quiet? Don't people know how to raise kids here? Maybe they aren't as noisy as Nuff's, but he'll no doubt get onto those in due course too...

From the Galleries, Surupa smiles, glancing down at the candidates with a curious pair of eyes. "I'll say that brown will come first... " And then as a thought she adds. "A lovely brown dragon."

Oorla surveys the candidates once more, then looks over at the..."beautiful" eggs. "So Pyrene, how many blues do you think there'll be?" she asks mishcievously.

B'art yawns hugely, yellowed teeth glinting almost merrily. "So, Pyrene, we've done good, haven't we?"

From the Galleries, Saisukei begins to bite her nails. By how nervous she looks you would think that she was down there with the candidates.

From the Galleries, Daine pats Saisukei on the shoulder,"Calm down girl!"

From the Galleries, Clotho smiles and nods to Surupa. "We'll see!" She brushes back her hair and leans forward slightly, earning a dirty look from the crafter just in front of her. She arches her eyebrows and returns the glare, then continues to observe.

Among the moving eggs, Frog Eye Salad Egg is looking rambunctious. It slithers, it wriggles, it digs into a hollow and shudders to itself. Some of those lumps gain the illusion of being separate things, and spherical forms dance everywhere as the egg begins to crack. Just a bit. Honest?

Pyrene glares at Oorla and at all those in the galleries with the word 'blue' on their lips. "You're not being original /or/ funny," she informs them. B'art gets a softer look for a wonder. "WE've not done bad... I don't think." They've not hatched yet after all.

From the Galleries, Saisukei nods. "I'm sorry, i'm a little Clausterphobic when alot of people are around." Breaths deeply, in and out.

Misousee lifts her feet up slowly, glancing over her shoulder somewhat nervously at the crowd in the galleries. Glancing down at the hot sand, she sighs, why didn't she bring her boots? In fact, why didn't she bring /something/ to put on her feet. Glancing at the eggs, she giggles a little to herself. "Lotsa blues...I bet you..." She whispers to the candidate next to her. "You just watch."

From the Galleries, Saisukei speaks shakily. "Egg, cracking a bit..."

From the Galleries, Orsja leans forward in her seat watching, oblivous to the noise around as she watches the candidates enter, wondering at the possible outcomes of the eggs, when she notices one of the eggs cracking and focuses her attention on it.

Joy bounces in place, anxious for the eggs to hatch. Oh hurry, hurry. Impulsively, she grabs the nearest fellow candidate, Kardue, and gives him a quick hug. "Oh, isn't this great! I'm so excited! Just like I knew it would be!

From the Galleries, Daine says, "This should take your mind of all of the people."

From the Galleries, Surupa frowns slightly towards the crafter which exchanges glares with her fellow Herder. "Anyways... Oh, did you see that one move!" Yes, Senior Apprentice is rather jumpy during hatchings and her firelizards do not like the reaction at all, being thrown off and returning with scolding chatters and pecks. "Veer! Tadi! Enough!"

Bach puts himself and Vin near the front of the crowd, and darts beady eyes with proper intelligence. "Hey, Vin. Are you pondering what I'm pondering?" Vin pauses egg- (and girl) oggling to peer at Bach, confuzzled. "Well, I think so Bach...but then my name would be Thandie."

Salmon Roe Sushi Egg squirms on the sand, wriggling into somewhere a little more comfortable.

From the Galleries, "Ugly," Donis chirps quite clearly, expanding his vocabulary with descriptions of Cadgwith's clutch. Lis rolls her eyes, shushing her son into some semblance of silence for the time being - though she may have to bring out the sweetsticks. Cerise simply... goggles, and Trenny glowers, trying to look bored.

From the Galleries, Saisukei hms absentmindedly. "They're moving. The eggs." Smiles slightly at the salmon roe egg.

Goulash Egg squirms, the beany surface moving in an oddly gelatanious swiggle. Maybe it's cold.

Creekee isn't so much nervous about the whole eggs-thang as he is about the prospects of..."Blue....oh, oh, ohhhh, /anything/ but bluuuuue...." Pyrene hates blue, you see...and Creekee loves Pyrene. "Viagra, let /gooooo/ of me...oh, oh...please don't be blue, little eggies..." Gawkiness is exaggerated by the robe of white, freckles standing out on skin of nearly the same shade.

From the Galleries, Larisa watches and tells her older male neighbor, a nameless male in rider garb, that she hopes a bronze hatches first. He chuckles amd says in a deep growly voice that he thinks a blue would hatch...

From the Galleries, Clotho half raises up in her seat for a better look. "Oh! Lots are moving about now, Rupa! Look!" She points enthusiastically, waving at Rupa with her other hand. "This /is/ wonderful. I'm glad we were up here when we were."

Alrehmons gives evil looks to Vin and Bach. There's a weird pair if ever he saw one. They were probably sharding awful brats too. "Dammit... hurry up, hatch and Impress me, please..." he mutters to the eggs, glaring as a younger candidate tries to hold his hand for comfort. "Wretched brats."

From the Galleries, Saisukei giggles at the enveloping scene on the sands, and looks around hastily, biting her lip a little. "Oh, i'm glad i could come today." Smiles, and takes a deap breath.

Shaner glances over, hearing the word ugly from that greenrider's little boy. Humph.../he/ doesn't think they are ugly. In fact, they are quite nice in his mind...especially once that hatchlings come out. "They are /that/ ugly." Grabbing the arm of Jallankin he shakes it. "They aren't ugly, are they?"

From the Galleries, Hiliza blinks at her cousin and ventures, "Seb...ast..ion?" Sighing she looks back out on the sand, "I think there will be at least a couple green ones. I hope so.... green is such a pretty color"-which is why she's wearing red-"and maybe a couple browns and one or two blues. Not too many blues.... well, maybe more blues than browns, but not more than green. Nope... there's got to be greens." She nods her head and continues to babble about colors, especially green.

From the Galleries, Surupa chuckles softly and dips her head in a nod. "Yet when are they going to hatch? Rocking back and forth and all and ... There was a crack on that one right?" Her hand points down, allowing her bronze to hop down closer to the hand, searching for food. "Nothing is there, Rishi." Is plainly said as she gets the small firelizard and settles him down next to the brown upon her right shoulder. "Stay."

From the Galleries, Larisa looks at the queen and her rider and smiles even though she doesn't know the pair, She bows her head in a nod of greeting and respect for the duo.

From the Galleries, Saisukei crosses her legs and starts tapping her feet nervously.

Frog-Eye Salad Egg is /not/ ugly! Just look at the crystelline quality to it, the beautiful curves, the colors kid, the colors! Anyhow, more cracks mar it, more upon more upon more...and out tumbles a dragonet, looking like something a candy jar belched out.

Floating Island Bronze Dragonet
Martyred masculinity perches craggilyand wafts in semi-sweetnessin the stolid arch of draconic wingsails, pale and bleached egg-white hue of a sea-glass luster that crashes - clashes! - tide-like in the light of those cumbersomely bronzen membranes. He's a big dragon, shelter-wide and bastion-big, distinctly strewn with dark, rich bronze around that serpantine length and faintly pearl-dashed tail. Whence came he, this towering inferno of foamy custard and furious might? Only night-dark on claws betrays homage paid, while pale spots of almond-brown and meringue-sweet divert.

From the Galleries, Clotho chuckles at the fellow Senior's firelizards and nods. "Cracks all over the place, but where are the dragone--ooh! There's one now--a bronze!" She cheers and claps.

From the Galleries, "Taking their time about it," Ciera mutters, eyes flicking over the less-than-attractive clutch impatiently. Revenge of a sort, this is. "Oooo, and the hatchling's ugly, too. But not blue." She looks miffed--where's the justice here?

"Bronze!" calls Pyrene in sharp relief. "There, that's a good sign!" And she actually hugs B'art. Maybe /none/ of them will be blue.

From the Galleries, Daine pats her hands together and whispers excitedly to Saisukei,"Oh yay! A bronze is the first!"

Oorla eyes the little bronze. "Not bad. Especially considering the parents." The last was said under her breath, but acustics on the sands are so wonderful.

B'art beams in a fatherly sort of fashion, going so far as to clump Simpsonth on the neck in a rare outburst of emotion. "Just look at that," he manages, beaming. "He's so butch."

From the Galleries, Saisukei oooos and gasps. Points at the bronze. Says to Daine. "Everyone thought the first would be blue or green. But it's a bronze!" Smiles happily.

From the Galleries, Larisa nudges the growly voiced rider and says."See look a bronze!" The rider named M'rley nods. His dragon Scroogeth croons like a man wrapped in chains.

"Bronze!" calls Alrehmons in similar relief, although he does not hug B'art. He does clap his hand briefly on the shoulder of the child next to him before remembering. Brat. Eww. "Go away until you grow up," he hisses at the boy to cover.

From the Galleries, Surupa seems to drop out from her seat when she watching the first dragonet make its way out from his egg. "Well, one wouldn't have thought the first to be bronze. That's is great! Wonderful! " Bronze *is* a good sign, right?

Misousee watches the eggs out of the corner of her eye, pushing hair back into perfection, tilting her head as the first one out is a bronze. Well, that may be a good sign, but that means they won't be all blue. Glaring over her shoulder she shakes her head. "He's not ugly!" Shivering a bit, she grabs the hands of Shaner and Bashan, a little nervous as she bounces from foot to foot.

Floating Island Bronze Dragonet is a good sign? We'll see about that. Upon hatching, his very first movement is to fall nose-first into the sand, emitting a plaintive, haunting wail, and flailing darkened paws into little hollows of their own. He's quick in recovering, true, but...but look at him! He's.../big/? One could say that, as he aims in a random direction on the sands, and very nearly falls and squishes someone.

Kardue grins broadly at the bronze, quite certain that it won't be long in choosing him.

Pyrene just gushes happily. "He's darling, beautiful," she croons to Cadgwith who looks decidedly smug with herself. Oorla gets a defiant glare, as does Ciera. Blueriders. Hmph.

From the Galleries, Saisukei gasp, at a loss for word.

From the Galleries, Clotho is echoing the other crafters around her "Yes indeed, good sign! Good s--" She stops and watches the progress of the hatchling. "Are they always so...akward when they first hatch, Surupa? You've been to a hatching more recently then myself."

Jallankin jumps backwards involutarily, blinking at the bronze. Nu-uh, he doesn't care what anyone says, that bronze is /not/ a good sign.

From the Galleries, Larisa holds her breath slightly, as she watches the big bronze hatchling."Come on handsome get up and walk..." She whispers.

From the Galleries, Daine lets out a small sympathetic laugh for the stumbling dragonet.

Creekee can't help but cheer, "It's not a blue!" There's hope for him yet! "Oooh...that means his rider is going to be a booooy...." THat from Viagra, fairly oozing charm (and bustiness) over poor Creekee. "Uh, yeah...a boy...would you geroff?" Oooooff...of meee?

From the Galleries, "Eew. That one /looks/ like one of Cadge's," Lis states, mouth pursing into a grimace of one having tasted something unpleasant. "Certainly unique, anyhow," adds the greenrider at last. For Pyrene's benefit.

From the Galleries, Surupa blinks slightly towards the question directed to her. "Well, if I remember... Mzadith and his clutchmates did seem more..." She tries to put a good word into her phrase, "Clumsy than the older dragons. Perhaps loosing all their stregnth in breaking their shell?" Yes, her voice is questioning, watching the dragonet curiously.

Zabara sidesteps out of the way of the roaming bronze. Trying to get a closer look at him. He may be the perfect dragon for him. Or not. He's kinda ugly.

Goulash Egg wobbles, red bean shell burping unpleasantly.

Iascrelem peers at the bronze. "Clumsy and ugly," he decides, apparently agreeing with the audience, although he can't have heard them in the general uproar.

Cupria releases her older sister's hand and wanders closer to the bronze. Who cares that girls can't impress that color? Sighing, Candelyne grabs the girl and pulls her back. "Don't waste your time with that one," she mutters.

Salmon Roe Sushi Egg rolls towards the bronzeling for a moment before subsiding once more.

From the Galleries, Clotho nods slowly, but doubtfully. "Really tired," she drawls as she focuses on the stumbling dragonet. "But maybe his weyrling will um...help him with that." She half-stands again, causing a bit of noise from those behind her. She shrugs and smiles. "Sorry, just looking at the male candidates," she explains--but they're already watching the sands again.

From the Galleries, Ciera snorts softly. "Chip off the block, if you ask me." Which, of course, means ugly to everyone but Pyrene. "Can't help feeling sorry for all the boys out there. One of them's gonna get stuck with it."

From the Galleries, Hiliza almost pouts, "Well, he's not green... Obviously. And not that ugly... he's just a little dragon after all," She smiles and watches the dragonet for a moment before shifting her gaze to the other eggs, the Candies, the dragons, etc.. "Maybe the next one will be green...." she says hopefully.

Hanagen watches the bronze with a tentative smile. How wonderful to impress bronze...but it's probably too much to hope for.

Coreme follows after the wandering girl towards the bronze, wondering if this one is for him.

Alrehmons looks worriedly at the bronze. He /is/ big. Maybe he'll cling onto that brat after all. Or step beside him. Brat-shield... yes.

Joy smiles happily at the "chip of the old block" bronze. "Oh, he's gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, I wonder who'll get him, isn't this just wonderful!"

From the Galleries, Surupa has a good view of a male candidate... Yeah. Rawr. "Well, the lucky boy to Impress that dragon is going to have trouble... I mean, how can one keep such a large bronze in control?" She gives her shoulder a shrug and finaly moves her young bronze flit from shoulder to arm, caressing him gently. "Anyways, a bronze is just as well as a brown." Yes, wonderful browns.

Misousee humphs again at the bronze. Even if girls could Impress bronze, she wouldn't want this one. He's not perfect like she is. Someone else can have him.

Kardue frowns at the hyperactive girl. "Calm down Joy. I'm sure that isn't good hatching ettiquette. You want to make a good impression, don't you?"

Floating island Bronze Dragon chips a block. And pushes past a few littler candidates after sniffing them carefully. Cute. But no cigar. He gazes intrepidly around, dares to drift and ebb, and drift closer to one particular candidate again. Look. It's a taller person. He eyeballs this one, and gives a leviathan's cry. My Alrehmons! Mine!

From the Galleries, Larisa giggles softly as she hears the fellow on the sands talking to the girl named Joy.

Grinning, Joy shakes her head and laughs at Kardue. "Oh, don't be silly. No one will care. Oh, this is just all so gorgeous I could just melt!" Someone gave this girl too much sugar- wait, she's always like this.

Alrehmons tries hard to duck behind the brat, but as the dragon bears toward him, he seems to change his mind, stretching his hand out in sudden wonder. "Fudgwith!" Al'mons cries.

From the Galleries, Clotho purses her lips in thought. "Browns /are/ nice. Green too. Well, all of them, really. It's the personality that counts." That said, she looks dubiously at the bronze and his impression

Joy blinks, then starts to jump again. "First Impression! Yeah! Oh congrats!"

From the Galleries, Sydni shuffles, step by step, alongside the greenrider the brought not only herself, but two other Istan weyrfolk; through the crowd she identifies only the occasional familiar face and, despite his prior statement to stay away, she clings close to the greenrider until finding an available spot. Upon doing so, she tugs her knees closely to her chest and smiles at her first glimpse of impression.

Creekee makes a break for it. Bronze or no bronze, this boy's had about as much Viagra as one scrawny kid can handle. Sudden surge galleries-ward is abruptly halted, empty-headed blonde with the big...you knows...hauling him backwards. "Looook, Cree...it's /Al'mons/...." Sa-/woon/.

Pyrene leans blissfully against Cadgwith and gives B'art an almost maternal beam. "Fudgwith... isn't that wonderful name??" She likes it, anyway.

Meanwhile, Bologna Sandwich egg hatches. Now. Look at it go. A small and zippy little blue, draped in egg-goo, is revealed, and promptly dives at the candidates.

From the Galleries, Saisukei says, "ooo, blue!"

From the Galleries, Larisa watches the blue now."Oooh a Blue..."

Shaner practically starts laughing at the change in Alrehmons. Grinning, he shakes his head. Anything as long as /he/ didn't end up with the oversized lump. Sighing, he trying to figure out a way to calm that bouncing girl down while Jallankin struggles to keep from bopping her once.

B'art's swampy eyes flicker towards the fudgy dragon and his rider doubtfully before he beams a smile at Pyrene. "Wonderful name," he echoes, sidling closer to the goldrider. "Sorta like Pyrene is a wonderful name..."

Pyrene almost immediately winces. Oh drat. There was a blue in there after all. She carefully does /not/ look at any blueriders (although she rolls her eyes at B'art. "Don't even think about it.").

From the Galleries, "Uh... congratuations!" LIs sounds more than a bit worried when she calls to the new rider. Fudgwith. Unconventionally pretty?

From the Galleries, "Fudgwith? What kind of name is that?" Ciera's contemplation is abruptly cut off by the new arrival. "A blue!" she crows triumphantly--you'd think she'd laid the egg or something. "First of many, Pyrene, just wait!"

Oorla chuckes. A blue. "And many more to come, I'm sure."

From the Galleries, Surupa stares down upon the first Impression, having heard the name and all. "Oh, I have to agree that it is the personality that counts... Yet it seems I am more attached to those lovely browns..." Lovely. Wonderful. Of course. "And greens are just as lovely." She gives her shoulder a shrug, upsetting the large green firelizard perched there and recieving a few hisses. "Quite large that bronze is, Fudgwith... I bet he'd catch himself a gold."

From the Galleries, Zae walks in.

Misousee smiles. A blue...she she told you there was gonna be a blue. And just to remind everyone, she pokes Bashan a few times. "Told you there were lots of blues..."

Chenescake looks a little disappointed, as the bronze goes. Ahh, well... there'll be others. Or maybe a nice brown. In the meantime, he'll settle for leering at Viagra. "Hey there, sweet-stuff... You look like you could keep a guy going..."

From the Galleries, Clotho shrugs. "I wasn't all off, Rupa. There's a blue now!" She glances back at the bronze. "Fudgwith...huh," she says, shaking her head. "I doubt he'd get a gold. He seems unusually...unwieldly. Then again, I'm not a rider, nor one of the weyrfolk, anymore. Perhaps he'll be a fine dragon." She shrugs.

Kardue eyes that blue, and shies away. Baaad move, kid. The zippy little blue immediately spies, and pounce-tackles the boy; K'u yells "Keith!" triumphantly.

Hanagen sighs as the bronze impresses. He should have known he wouldn't be that lucky.

Fresh Vegetable Tray egg is past its sell-by date. It wriggles and jiggles and tips out a little blue hatchling, right at Pyrene's feet. If it wasn't for the fact that hatchlings are innocents who can't know such thing, one might swear that the critter had the audacity to wink at her before setting off on it's journey into the world.

From the Galleries, Saisukei watches the scene developing on the sands. Raises an eyebrow.

From the Galleries, Surupa frown slightly, having missed the hatching of the blue dragon and yet there he is, upon the sands and already Impressed to someone. "Well, I bet a brown will come next and a congratulations to... Keith I heard?"

Discoloured Carpet Mess Egg roils in all its regurgitated glory, and barely cracks. Just barely.

Coreme bounces out of the way, grinning at the Impression, sighing as the blue Impresses, unfortunately, another one is soon released upon the world.

Iascrelem scrambles and slips, desperately trying to get close to a dragonet, any dragonet. Even the one that was so rude to Pyrene upon hatching. Indeed, that self-same blue trips at his feet and looks up adoringly. "Me?" squeaks Iascrelem, I'screem now. "You want me, Sundaeth??"

Canape tries to talk to a girl. Look at him. Gangly-boy rolls his eyes, ignoring the hatching. "Really, Miakremi. It's not that hard. You see, the letter 'c' can sound like two different things. Like 'k', in K'u - grats, K'u! - and like 's', in salad. Say it. Canape. Soft 's'." The girl doesn't get it. Canape rolls his eyes again.

Zebara quickly behind Jallankin trying to get out of sight. Did that blue just wink? If it didn't, he's seeing things and he's still in trouble. A grin crosses his face as it Impresses. Yay.

Joy literally bounces around the hatching sands. Impression after impression! "Oh, congrats, congrats, congrats! This is so spiffy happy!"

Discoloured Carpet Mess Egg cracks again. Looky. In fact, it splits wide open. That little green sure looks dazed, though, after such a ride. She reels, and digs her talons in the sands. Whoah.

Bach laughs darkly at the madhouse around him. Grinning ear to ear, he turns to Vin, ever faithful partner in crime, and says "So Vin, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Creekee is just about ready to cry. Or head for Py. Eithe rone works, as once again, it's a /blue/...but then the terror is over....and someone else can have the Viagra. He's had enough, maan...So the gawky, freckle-faced one trips his way towards Pyrene...eeee...

From the Galleries, Daine says, "Oh look Sai, a green!""

From the Galleries, Clotho nods slowly. "Keith and...K'u or something," she says vaguely before nodding to the next impression. "Blues. Well, maybe the /next/ will be brown?" She spoke too soon. "Oh, Green! Well, they're nice."

From the Galleries, Saisukei looks out at the green and gasps. "pertty...."

From the Galleries, Ciera smirks in self-satisfaction. Half blue so far. And the two that weren't seem unbalanced. Life is sweet.

Pyrene just glares after Sundaeth and I'screem. "Have fun with that one, Oorla," she mutters. She's lost that maternal glow now too.

From the Galleries, Saisukei ooo's at the green. Greens are personally, her favourite.

Candelyne wanders around the sands, forgetting about her little sister for the moment. She has to attract the attention of one of these dragons, but how?

From the Galleries, Surupa watches yet another blue Impress, correct? "There are just so many..." She mutters silently while watching the wave of Impressions with a smile to her fave and then... "Oh! Look at that lovely green, Clotho!" She says, just as her eyes peer over to her fellow Herder with a grin.

Oorla just laughs. "Cadge-Simpsonth spawn thought they may be, as long as they're blue, I can handle them," she confidently tells the goldrider. At least, she hopes.

Shaner watches the green curiously, now that one seems interesting, not as nasty as the others.

Chenescake squirms. "Shouldn't have had those beans," he mutters to Viagra, scratching his stomach. He contorts his body oddly, screwing up that stubble-stippled face of his--until a rude noise and ruder smell emerges from his rear end and he relaxes. "That's better..."

B'art, never good at reading body language, choses now to attempt to put a fatherly arm around Pyrene. "Aren't they just the cutest little things?"

Canape loses patience. "Nononono! Idiots, all of you! Can't you tell teh difference between a 'c' and a 'c'?" He's losing patience. So's the green, though, who reels dizzily into the boy, and Bonds. "What? Hey, Gingereth darling...you got me all wrong!" In other words; you, too? "That is /it/. I give /up/." Say hello to S'nap.

Pyrene ducks B'arts arm to glare the better at Oorla. "Want to bet on that?" she asks, her eyes glinting.

Hanagen looks over at Chenescake and wrinkle his nose. Now there's one candidate he'd be happy not to impress with.

Misousee quickly moves away from Chenescake...they don't need another B'art. Although, with her distance from Viagra, its hard to get any father away.

From the Galleries, Clotho nods, catching Surupa's excitment for green and brown. "Yes! Green!" She points "Gingereth!"

Oorla looks the Pyrene in they eye, then does something very rash. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I would like to bet on that."

Vin lolls idly next to Bach, lovestruck eyes turning to each hatchling. "I love y--no, I guess he does. Greenie, I lo--no, I guess she does. A blue! I--aw, fergit it." Bach's pondering? "Well, I guess so Bach. But, you know, scratching just makes it worse."

Zebara watches as the green Impresses, chuckling under his breathe at the exasperated impressee. And then at Py and Oorla.

From the Galleries, Saisukei waves, "bye"

Meanwhile, Fresh Baked Bread Egg hatches, leaving a pudgy neon-green to crash into poor Sarpplen. "Crumblth!" shouts A'pple gleefully.

Even Viagra manages to look disgusted. "Chenescake...that was just /wrong/..." And so she bounce-flounces over to...Vin and Bach. "Helloooo, boys..."

From the Galleries, Surupa smiles as she gives the recent Impression a stiff nod. "And a lovely Gingereth." Is said while she scans the sands for another dragonet and yet... "Oh, there goes 'nother green. 'Nother lovely Crumblth..." Yeah. Brown?

Nathyle trips on his robe and tumbles into the hot sands. "Oh great," he mutters, "Just what I needed."

Burger, Fries, and a Soft Drink Egg gurgles cheerily in its niche. And fizzes into sweet oblivion. Look! It's a green!

From the Galleries, Saisukei giggles slightly, not in a mean way mind you, as the boy on the sand trips.

From the Galleries, Clotho nods to Surupa. "Quite a lot." As in, a lot of people, not a lot in numbers. She's speaking specifically of the candidates she's been watching (Vin, Viagra, and Bach), distinct look of disgust etched upon her face.

Bach sighs and shakes his head. "No, Vin. Tonight, we're- shards! Get moving!" he cries as he spots Viagra. They don't have time to deal with her right now!

Saturday Nights Alone Green Dragonet
She's glumly wrapped herself in bilious green; so very\ careless of her appearance, yet so greedy for luxuries. An entire box of chocolates speckles her hide in splotches of brown, from pralined shoulders to noisette-whirled haunches, and coffee creams the on-the-shelf slump of her neckridges. Wings drag in no-need-to-bother caramel, accented by the crumpled-foil sparkles littering tail and lines, while sullen eyes watch the world first-lidded, her very soul shrouded behind curtains.

From the Galleries, Surupa stiffles a chuckle as she shakes her head to yet *another* green. "Why, Cadgwith seems to have laid an entire clutch of greens..." Giving Clotho a glance, Rupa soon follows her gaze towards the three candidates with only a small audible sigh and then back towards the green.

From the Galleries, Saisukei oos at the green. "very, pretty."

Wray turns his attention from the hatchlings for a moment as he notices Viagra. "Why hello, Viagra," he says with a hopeful grin.

There's something not quite right with Roast Beef Egg. It lurches this way, then that and then this way again... And hatches a green.

Nutty Rapper Green Dragonet
She tries to be cool, she does, this green, from the folded denial of her arrogant wings to the carefully surly curls of a tail too blunt to be elegant. But she is a little too light in hue to be taken seriously. From the end of her rather rounded nose, over her dulled 'knobs, and along beneath the erratic floppy curls of her spine, a pale pistachio green melts into the ivory sweep of her sleek and sexy legs. Her wings are flavored with more minty colors, scooping up from her shoulders in airy, aimless sails as adrift as the intelligence missing from her vapid but friendly gaze

From the Galleries, Saisukei glares at Viagra. and thinks, 'you're supposed to be trying to impress a dragon...not a boy...'

Just to prove people wrong, a brown hatches from a random egg. Cute, and freckle-hided. In fact, that same brown tumbles into cute and freckle-faced Caihrip. "Chocolath!" exclaims Chip.

From the Galleries, Clotho follows Surupa's gaze to the Saturday Nights green. "That one's /almost/ a brown," she giggles just loud enough for Surupa to hear before pointing excitedly. "Look there! Chocolath!" Brown at last!

From the Galleries, Saisukei turns her attention to the new brown, and smiles. Browns are pretty too.

Joy looks around. Everyone impressing but her. But there are still lots of lovely eggs on the sands! "Isn't this wonderful!" she exclaims, giving Viagra a hug.

From the Galleries, Surupa gives yet another frown towards the other green and then drifts her gaze away to the quick Impression of the first brown. "Oh! What a lucky girl to have such a lovely brown for a 'mate."

B'art yawns widely, hairy arms stretched way overhead. "When is it going to be over," he almost whines.

Saturday Nights Alone Green Dragonet stalks across the Sands, ignoring the people, ignoring the candidate, ignoring her fellow hatchlings. She wasn't invited, she knows it. They /forgot/ about her. Well... she doesn't need them, she doesn't need any of them! She'll just head this way and go out into the snow to die for all they care. And maybe she'll maul one or two of them first as well.

From the Galleries, Saisukei looks to the new green. This one seems to be in distress...

From the Galleries, Larisa smiles and cheers the new brown. She nudges the older rider near her."Aren't they so cute you could just eat them up?" The older rider snorts at her..."Naah I'm weyrmated to Blandia and Vanillath....

Vin makes cow eyes at Viagra, too. Enter big hearts in his eyes. "Oooh," he says dizzily. "Wow." Forget taking over the world, he's got a girl to oggle.

Chenescake wrinkles his nose and burps. Loudly. "Girly colours," he sniffs. "I want a /man's/ dragon!"

Nutty Rapper Green almost runs into the other eggs, not to mention her sister, before trying to struggle to her feet and start moving. Unsure of where to go, she looks around...maybe just follow someone else and look like she knows what's going on. She wants someone, no, needs someone to wrap herself around. That's all she can do really, follow...the world is beyond her.

From the Galleries, Auri giggles, pointing at Saturday Nights Alone Green Dragonet. "Hey! A greenie. She looks kind of like my Miravith right now. Though Mira's cuter. I think it's the way...she's walking. Or maybe the way her face is right now. Hmmm..." Or maybe it's the homicidal tendencies?

Viagra pouts at the abrupt departure of Bach, though she can't help but beam prettily at Wray, as well as Vin...and yerp! "Joy, stop hu--" Waaait...this could be goood, you know. Two boys and a girl...and another girl...and yes, Viagra /likes/ those numbers...hoooo boy...

Pyrene nudges B'art. "This is a wonderful, unforgettable experience," she hisses. "And you're going to stay right here and enjoy every last second of it."

Bach notices Vin laggin and frowns. "Stay focused! We've got more important things. My plan can't go wrong!"

Misousee glances at the two greens. Wow...what a choice. Really. She might be safer without a dragon this time around.

"And you sure look like you're enjoying it," B'art notes slyly. "Look at all the blues that have hatched." He's been around. He's heard the gossip.

From the Galleries, Saisukei sits back in her seat, still trying to get over her fear of lots of people in one place.

Creekee is...beside Pyrene. Somehow, he managed to free himself from the attentions of that...that...yeah. Her. And so now he can be all cow-eyed and moony about Pyrene..."Aww, Pyrene...what do you need him for? Can't you see...?" Just what needs seeing isn't said...though he eyes the blues warily. Must /not/ Impress one of them...

Saturday Nights Alone Green glares at her Nutty sister as she tries to follow her. Hmmph. Well... she'll just drop this one off along the way. She spies a likely threesome over yonder and strides purposefully over towards them. One of them will be stupid enough to Impress that one surely--yet, /one/ of them is surprisingly smart. Oh Bach.... are you pondering what /I'm/ pondering?

Vin can't focus. He's in /love/ man. This is one cute chick, this Viagra. Neeeigh. "Narf," he exclaims to Bach's Impression.

Pyrene stares down her nose at Creekee and nudges him eggwards. "You're meant to be over /there/. With the hatchlings..." she hisses, trying to sidle behind B'art. That oaf of a bronzer has to be useful for something after all.

Nutty Rapper Green quickly follows after her sister, having no idea /where/ she's going, but does that really matter? Getting to the group, she lays eyes on one just like her...a follower, not smart enough to do anything else really. What are you pondering Vin?

B'art guards Pyrene valiantly, hoping, idly, that she gets a good view of his 'shapely' rump.

Jallankin manuevers about the sands, trying to atract a dragon's attention, but nothing seems to be working.

Bashan moves around, watching the greens cautiously. Humph...all these greens. Where are all the blues he was promised? He wants blues!

From the Galleries, Clotho scowles at the two candidates she had previously been scowling at before but now seem to have impressed. "Did you catch the names?" she asks her fellow herder.

Feruist stares worriedly at Chenescake and edges away. Odd.

Bach stares into the eyes of his beautiful green. He's only thinking one thing now. Except- he has to tell everyone her name. And his new name. As part of his plan of glory, he has /added/ to his name. "Deth!" exclaims B'chocolate

"Narf!" says Vin again, startled, at the green. "You're name's Iceth? Wowza. But, like, where are we going to find a stuffed wherry from here, Iceth?" Bach's name-change is noted, admired, and he adds for Impression, "I'm V'nilla now, Iceth. Isn't it /cool/?" Narf!

Pyrene glances wryly up to the galleries and where Auri's sitting. She doesn't think Deth is as bad as Miravith, but /oh/, it's a close contest. And B'art's rump doesn't get a look in.

From the Galleries, Surupa frowns towards the two Impressions and shakes her head towards Clotho, "No, I didn't..." She heaves a small sigh and yet twitches into a smile as it seems the thought of Impression had gone through the two candidate--Weyrlings minds. "Deth... Iceth... Very nice.."

Goulash Egg ripples one last time before dissolving into a mass of gas and brown hatchling.

Desserts=Stressed Brown Dragonet 
He's round and rotund, gluttonous in every gelatinous spread of wing and twitch of tail, and possessed of a tooth-rotting, brandy-dark sweetness that soothes his mud-smeared bulk into acceptable well-intentioned clumsiness. There's something gauche, however, and all too stumbling in the halting attempts of cream that sugar his spine and drift blearily across his headknobs, off-setting the cocoa icing on his tail.

From the Galleries, Clotho reluctantly agrees with Surupa. "Yes, nice names," she sighs, then promptly turns her attentions elsewhere on the sands.

Chenescake has got bored of waiting for a manly hatchling to hatch and is busy grinning at some of the prettier girls in the galleries instead. "Wanna taste of a /real/ man?" he catcalls up at them.

Joy bubbles over with happiness at the impression of the Terrible Two! Isn't this wonderful!

From the Galleries, Clotho makes a face...like a smile was stalled at her face and mixed with surprise, giving her a desperate look. "A little...large brown!" she says to Surupa.

From the Galleries, Surupa seems to blink a few times at the new brown, staring with awe at the dragonet and then leaning closer towards Clotho and whispering to her. "Don't you believe that brown there looks quite chubby?" Chubby. Fat. What really matters? He's a brown!

Misousee practically bounces as another brown hatches. /Brown/. Not a green, not a *shudder* blue...a brown. The only color that is as perfect as she is. Well....most of them are, although this one is better then any of the others that have been out so far. And Cocoa is a perfect thing, something that you enjoy when noone else is around, and you have no worries. Taking a short step forwards, she watches carefully, jumping backwards at Joy's exclamation.

From the Galleries, Larisa ignores the fellow who catcalls and points at the rotund dragon below."OOh He's cute, look at that brown..."

From the Galleries, Saisukei grits her teeth at Chenescake, and in her mind reminds him that he is supposed to be impressing /dragons/.

Feruist edges even further away from Chenescake and falls over a little green as she flaps awkwardly about the sands. A clamour of screaming goes up from both of them before they realise they've Impressed and forget about getting squished. "Oh, Saladth, sweet Saladth!" F'ruit coos delightedly.

Joy looks around for someone to share her happiness with. Oh, Feruist Impressed! Oh wonderful, happy day! She gives Jallankin a hug. "Isn't this great!"

Shaner sighs softly to himself as the hatchlings are Impressing all around him, before eyeing Joy with a look of pure terror on his face and a touch of pity for his poor friend Jallankin.

Desserts-Stressed Brown Dragonet tumbles head-over-heels from the beany shards of his egg, eventually ending up in a little chocolate hued puddle a few feet from the remaining eggs. Cautiously, he lifts his head and gazes around, neck wobbling slightly.

Chenescake is disappointed. No girls falling in love with him? Instead they're all cooing over some brown. Wait... brown? That's a manly enough colour. He wings around and studies the brown hopefully. "Big hunka dragon," he nods approvingly. He'll take that one please.

Viagra does /not/ wail...although she manages a quite disappointed pout...before turning her attention to Wray...."Oh, aren't they....green, Wray?" Now, isn't that a scary thought? Little Miss WannabeLis on a green. No, that's too scary even to consider. Joy is eyed with...well, nothing really, just eyed. Can we say 'I'mOnProzac?' *shudder*

Misousee wathces the tumbling dragonet, heart melting as he ends up in a little puddle. Glancing up with a disgusted look on her face, she glares daggers in his general direction, before shooting a few at the busty creature standing near him.

Wray grins smugly at the rest of the guys on the sands, and even smirks up into the sands. "I'm sure there's a green for you." And a blue for him, he hopes.

Salmon Roe Sushi Egg was vibrating in time to Chenescake's catcalls, but as he stops, it stops too. Rather sulkily.

Desserts-Stressed Brown Dragonet catches glimpse of some very warm eyes focusing on his muddy self, and once untangled, pads over to nudge Misousee with a blunt-ended muzzle, matched with an entreeting look.

Salmon Roe Sushi Egg suddenly seems to make up its mind. It's time to go... to rise... no wait, that's for later. For now she'll just hatch and expose herself to the world!

Frozen Delights Green Dragonet
Electric blue ices her spine in a streak of enduring, ageless clashing, lending strength to the faint cerulean tinge of the rest of her day-glow hide. She's a small dragon, petite and possessing an ongoing zippety-do-da that flashes vivid in her wingsails, and swishes, sensual, in every move she makes...but beware that flushing, blushing, headache of a glow that she will never shed.

From the Galleries, Larisa claps as the green escapes her shell.

From the Galleries, Saisukei silently congrats Misousee, and all the other impressees.

Creekee wilts, and resigns himself to skirting the eggs and pining for Pyrene from afar. And avoiding tha tgreen. Ee...though, it's not as bad as a blue, after all...

Misousee does melt this time, crumpling down to the ground in a perfect pile with a perfect smile on her face. Looking up, Mous calls out, "His name is Auchocolath!"

The Last Can of Hoo Hash Egg is still lonely, forlorn, rather away from the rest, in a niche by Cadgwith's tail. A crack spikes down its side, but otherwise it's still secluded.

Frozen Delights Green is /here/. She poses indolent in the sand, ignoring the fact that her legs are akimbo and the least said about her wings, the better. The first sound from her throat is not a bang, nor a whimper, but a /purrrr/.

Viagra /coos/, tugging on Wray's sleeve...and sidling closer as well. "Would you just /loooook/ at that greeeeen..." Purr. Ooh, look, it purred too. No, too good (or bad) to be true...

From the Galleries, Larisa listens and points."Ooh She's purring.... Kitty kitty!...."

From the Galleries, Saisukei didn't know dragons purrrrrred...

Pyrene stares in abject horror at the green. "Dear Faranth, Cadge... it's Alymath the second. What have you /done/??"

Cadgwith is innocent. Honest. She ignores that accusation to nudge the Hoo Hash Egg in motherly fashion. Hatch, you fool, hatch.

Bashan sighs as his friends all seems to be Impressing...even those frightening two Impressed...not fair! Pouting quietly to himself, he almost falls over as a small blue runs into his legs. "Klavath!" B'aa bends down to balance the tipping hatching before heading off to the side.

Frozen Delights Green stretches and oozes to her feet, talons gripping the sand and squeezing it into little balls in a line where she treads. Forward she goes, and may all admire her (preferably from a safe distance of three miles, if you know what's good for you).

An egg bashes others, in a rippling domino stream, twirls, and splits its lime-bright sides. Ta-da! A bone-bleached brown crashes into bubbly Joy, and the girl shuts up and sobers for once. "Almunth!" she cries poignantly.

From the Galleries, Saisukei ooo...pun.....ouchers....didn't even catch that one at first....ouch....

From the Galleries, Cinny prowls into the Galleries, from the ledges above, weaving tactfully through the crowd to get as close to the Sands as possible. Trip, stumble, yelp! Accidentally, she collides with a fellow onlooker. "Whoops, sorry, ma'am.." This only evokes a glare, which causes the child to subside immensely. Scary.

From the Galleries, Saisukei looks to Cinny. "'careful there, when the hatching's over i'm sure you'll see him." Laughs slightly.

Cupria eyes that lonely egg with pity. Look at the tears welling in her eyes. "I can't /stand/ it," she sighs. "Poor egg. Nobody loves it, except that ugly old queen." Not that she's going anywhere near the gold /soon/.

Chenescake was disappointed in his brown, and there's precious little else out there for the likes of /him/ right now. So it's back to studying the gallery girls. "If I don't Impress here, myabe I can Impress one of you babes, later?" he hopes out loud to the nearest.

From the Galleries, Saisukei shakes a fist at Chenescake, angrily. "Maybe you should pay more attention to the dragons!"

From the Galleries, Saisukei sits back, feeling quite good for getting her anger out. But still can't stand the 'too many people thing'.

From the Galleries, Um. Yeah. A pathetically fretful smile is flashed in Saisukei's direction, while Cinny clambers closer to the front row of seats. Not like she will actually get a seat, but hey, she can stand. Chenescake is smirked at, nothing more-- okay, maybe a foxy whistle /did/ leave her mouth. Aforementioned kidlet ducks out of the candidate's view, snickering.

From the Galleries, Larisa shakes her head...She looks down at the dopey looking Chenescake..."Sorry I'm in love with this bronzer fellow here on my shoulder...."

Just what exactly /is/ Viagra wearing underneath that robe? Well...Wray shall soon cease to wonder, as the poor boy is quite likely to get an eyeful as she leeeans over his arm, "She's so....so /zippy/, you know? And /greeeeen/..." Can we sense lightbulbs flicking on? Or is that flashbulbs going off, rather...

From the Galleries, Tierza shudders and ignores the pathetic Chenescake.

Coreme watches the remaining eggs, having not returned to his normal color after turning a pale green at the Impressions of Vin and Bach, and the unImpressions of Chenescake and Viagra. Somebody save him! A quick crack of an egg, and a pale green dragonet is at his feet. "Whippeth, you want me?" C'reme shouts out, a little confused, but happy none the less.

The Last Can of Hoo Hash Egg stirs just a bit more, uncoils, withers in the face of all this noise, until all that's left of that shell is a bawling scrap of sky-blue hide. Of course, it's to Cupria he turns. The only one who ever loved him! "Caketh!" cries Cup with delight. "Of course I'll take care of you."

From the Galleries, Clotho looks distinctly /unimpressed/ with Chenescake, and shakes her fist in his general direction.

B'art prods Pyrene gently on her arm, a plaintive expression on his pudgy face. "Aren't you hot, yet?"

From the Galleries, Achenar wanders in, her eyes round. Sprised she was allowed to come see. She sees Clotho, and makes her way over. "Heya.."

Pyrene winks maliciously at B'art. "I thought you said that I was always hot?" she retaliates. "And no..."

From the Galleries, Clotho turns slightly in her seat and smiles. "The herders are coming out of the stables, today!" she says in a cheery tone. "Nice to see you!" She waves at the seat next to her.

B'art shrugs agreeably. "Well, you are, but I meant in the other way. All the other hatchlings Sim's sired have been much... quicker." Must be Cadge's influence.

Frozen Delights Green knows how to play to her audience. Tail curlicuing behind her she sashays her way across the sands with many a tail-flick to a blue clutch-mate. But there is, of course, just one that she could ever Impress. The only one with, ahh... /energy/ enough to keep with her. And so she pounces on Viagra. Let us live and *Rawr!* together!

Two more eggs! Just now! A yellow-speckled white one, and a brown, mottled one. Two blues - one dark, one pale - are born, and make their respective ways to Wray and Pieran..."Milketh!" says W'ay. "Alamodth!" shouts P'ie more exhuberantly. His is better, you see.

Chenescake gets two shaken fists, a shudder and an apology. Not bad. He'll count that as a good night then. "Ahh. now ladies... you can't all have me..." he croons to them, blinking with interest at Viagra's impression.

From the Galleries, Clotho glares at Chenescake. "Watch you don't get mauled!" she yells to him. And she doesn't mean by dragonets, either.

Via swoons. Or comes close to it...and yes, Wray, that /was/ what you thought it was....but the girls ever-so-empty head is filled....with ever-so delightful things, eyes widening in recognition. "Netteth! Netteth, what are we /waiting/ for!" Let's get that green-aglowing...lookout Lis and Aly, you're about to get beat....muah.

From the Galleries, Saisukei rolls eyes and shakes her head at Chenescake...when will he learn...he's not the /center/ of everyones attention. looks to clotho. "I'll help!" Agrees with Clotho.

"Perfection takes time," Pyrene replies primly, although there's a distinct lack of conviction in her tone. Most likely due to all those blues running around but Via and Netteth probably helped.

From the Galleries, Achenar grins. "Okay.. I can guess what's happening.. I'll help too, if it'll do anything?" And, as for understatement of the Turn, "He doesn't look too nice."

Broccoli Forest Egg twirls that yellow-tipped shell it has, and daintily falls apart. The bronze that is revealed picks himself carefully - sweetly - out of the sand, and immediately looks around.

Large, brown speckled egg quickly cracks, green hatchling falls on to the sands and makes her way directly for Zabara. "Her name is Ioneth!" Z'aba's green is the best of all!

Victorian Tea-Time Bronze Dragonet
He cuts a genteel figure in syrup-smeared bronze, this scrap of proportion and posterity. Not too big, not too small, but yet his copper-tone is sugared in pinker tones, and there's a definite ribbons'n'lace softness in the whipped cream on his elegant 'sails. Kid-glove velvet brushes back that sweep of neck ridges that are perilously close to cutting through the veneer of civilization, but redemption is written all over the stubby talons and mincing walk.

From the Galleries, Clotho grins to both Achenar and Saisukei and nods quickly.

Got Milk? Egg quicly crashes open, the hatching falling out. No use crying over spilled milk.

Love'm and Lick'm Blue Dragonet
The epitome of bluish perfection, this small dragonet, from the compact beauty of his petite frame to the flag-waving elegance of his laughing, luscious tail. Immature? Oh certainly, from the mischievous glances to the clingy talons of his too-big feet. And the blues that swirl across his hide run the gauntlet from palest summer-sky whispers along his belly and sides to the electric screaming of bright and brilliant cerulean across his haunches. He is the most distinguished brat of a Blue, built for childish trouble from the crumble-swept muzzle to the lazy sludge of his milk-white sails.

Creekee doesn't know whether to cheer or groan at the Impression of the bane of his Candidacy, now Via, paired with that horrible Netteth-thing. Bronze is eyed hopefully, the boy giving up his Pyrene-stalking to traipse towards him. Oh, /please/ be his, oh /please/....

From the Galleries, Achenar nods. "Kill." she states. Though could be hard if he / Impresses/ it could be hard..

Chenescake hears cries of bronze and whips around eyes lighting up in hope and promptly darkening again in disgust. "What sort of a bronze is that? Looks more like a..." The word he states his fortunately lost in the screel of a passing hatchling.

From the Galleries, Clotho chuckles and slaps her knee good naturedly, nodding and nudging the crafter near her...who doesn't seem to find it as amusing. She turns back to the other two women who seem to be on her side.

From the Galleries, Saisukei looks to Achenar. "I hope he doesn't."

Across the sands from all the action, a burly green knocks over Anapfel. "Hey, what're you...oh. Hiya, Strudelth." A'pfel beams happily. "Sure. Wanna knock me over again?"

Love'm and Lick'm Blue Dragonet rolls out of his shell, taking a few steps Py-wise, eyes whirling curiously before turning quickly around, tossing a pile of sand in her direction with soft talons. A smile seems to sit on his face as he tests the endurance of Pyrene.

Pyrene smiles at the newest bronze, going briefly maternal again as she points him out to B'art. Then she stares at the latest blue and presses back against Cadgwith again. "No...--pfah!" She spits out the mouthful of sand he kicked at her and just glares at B'art. It's /his/ fault. His and that pitiful excuse for a bronze, Simpsonth.

"Nonono, Netteth...not Viagra.../Via/. It's /cute/." In other words, get it right, dearie....the busty weyrling squeaks in delight as she realizes that another Impressed at the same time, "W'aaaaay...you got your bluuuue." Blue. Green. Niiiiiice. Netteth purrrrrs at Milketh, tail thrashed provocatively. Oh, /no/.

Victorian Tea-Time Bronze Dragonet is the very model of a modern major...bronze. Just watch his nose twitch as the stench of egg-goo assails his nostrils. Eew. Icky. Gettitaway, gettitaway! He shakes, vigorously, in a spazzing attempt to be free of the clinging gunk. So much for poise. Sand-wandering commences after a bit of this futality, but each time a candidate is eyed, something is wrong. To tall. To short. Too ugly. Too much hair on the stiff uppah lip.

B'art interprets Pyrene's glare as a look of loving devotion and repeats his former attempt to put a shaggy arm around her.

From the Galleries, Larisa wishes she could be on the sands to impress that propah bronze even though she is female...

Chenescake starts grumbling about the quality of the hatching he was Searched for. Only two bronzes hatched and this latest one is--shudder--/girly/. He kicks sand over himself as if to reassert his masculinity. And he rearranges himself beneath his robe for good measure.

Love'm and Lick'm Blue turns around one more time to toss a provocative stare at Pyrene, eyes whirling with laughter, if that's possible.... Leaving behind the goldrider, he stalks slowly towards the crowd, eyeing them carefully, trying to decide on one worthy to Impress him, someone like the wonderful Py. Too bad she already has a dragon...

Miakremi assaults a passing wraith of a brown, wrapping it in a tight hug and - luckily - happening to Impress. Still, she gets a few scratches as the startled thing flails, and she's somewhat rueful when she announces the thing's name. "Sorry, so sorry...Bruleeth." Krem dabs at a bit of blood on her chin. Whoops?

Pyrene has Cadgwith and will stay with Cadgwith thank-you very much. She'll even let B'art put his arm around her if it means that blue can't see her as well.

Creekee whimpers, most unmanly in his distress. That...blue...thing. /No/. He will /not/ think like that...it's gotta be the bronze...Blues can't fly golds...and Pyrene, his love, his precious Pyrene...hates blues.

From the Galleries, Clotho quickly averts her eyes from that.../candidate/ that seems so fixed upon asserting his masculinity. "I hope he impresses a dainty, polite, little green," she says in a low voice, then turns her attention to the blue. "Lots of blues. Knew it," the herder says to someone next to her, brightening.

From the Galleries, Saisukei glares a Chenescake. "I hope he impresses nothing...."

From the Galleries, Tierza laughs and disagrees, Chesencake needs a green....

Victorian Tea-Time Bronze Dragonet is /not/ girly. He's just...masculinity-impaired? Fussily, he looks over Creekee. A long time. A really long time. But...no. Creekee doesn't have a car. And so it's Chenescake and his oh-so-manly puffs of sand - le swoon! - that send him reeling in delight. Oh, Chenescake...hold me!

From the Galleries, Saisukei nods. "Then, something he will /hate/." Growls..."Bronze..."
From the Galleries, Saisukei says, "Well at least he'll hate it..."

Love'm and Like'm blue stumbles around. Not many left for him to pick from, and its gonna be hard to find one good enough. Especially one that shares his /absolute/ love for Pyrene. But then there is one, and blue converges on Creekee, offering a flick of his forked tongue as a greeting.

From the Galleries, Clotho stands up and frowns. "What? A bronze?" she says. She's shushed, fellow herders tugging on her to sit. She does, eventually admitting "That one suits him. Maybe he'll be better behaved."

From the Galleries, Larisa sighs as the whiny candidate gets a blue... something he didn't want..."

Chenescake is big and butch and so he does not run when the bronze heads towards him, although it must be said that he doesn't look overcome with joy either. Yet, however his hordes of adoring fans (ahem) in the galleries feel, he bends down and helps the little bronze to his feet. "Strawberryth? Whaddaya mean I need refining?" cries Ch'scake. "You and I need to talk. No.. not over tea."

From the Galleries, Saisukei laughs at Chenescakes impression, is actually laughing outright, something she does rarely..."oh my god!" Falls from her seat for a moment and laughs untill she gets tears in her eyes.

From the Galleries, Saisukei sits back up and sits in her seat.

Creekee will not be consoled. He is unconsolable, indeed he is...oh, oh...now, just to make himself scarce...but no, no, that is not for him. And so C'kee...bawls at his blue. "Oreoth? But...but you're /blue/! Pyrene will never love me now..." But that's okay. 'Cause he's got his dragon, now..."Oh...well...you're not so bad, after all...kinda...bright." Yeah. Bright.

Hanagen and Solcher are standing together. Looking terrified as a brown and a blue plow toward them. "Nonono!" insists Hanagen. "I'm a /bronze/rider." But H'gen gets blue Dazath, while S'cher gapes, bemused, at Torteth.

Pyrene watches and shakes her head at this latest round of Impressions. "I just knew he'd get bronze..." she mutters darkly. "Look Cadge... C'kee got a blue. Maybe he'll stop pestering us now?" She doubts it though. He'll probably be worse than ever.

From the Galleries, Saisukei hrms....

The last two eggs, Lurid, Lumpy Mashed Potatoes Egg and Tasteless Tofu Egg, rock together, white and white...and simultaneously hatch. Look! Two lime-greens, one transluscent and vividly wild, and the other soft, pudgy, and pale cream-lime.

From the Galleries, Larisa mentally apologizes for no apparent reason as her lizards warble at her."Oh yes you two... dinner soon...."

From the Galleries, Tierza hrmmms and nods at the voices yelling into the stands.. she'ii be quiet now, really.

From the Galleries, Rakella moves about a bit on her seat and grumbles. These seats are blasted uncomfortable! She glances 'round for a moment to give her neck a short stretch before gazing once again on the comfusing turmoil on the sands below.

From the Galleries, July walks in.

From the Galleries, Tierza loves the greens....

From the Galleries, Saisukei looks at the two new green...."oooooo, those are nice...." hrms and crosses her arms.... "I want one...."

From the Galleries, Clotho looks like she's regained her interest in the hatching, eyeing the latest two. "That's a lovely brown," she says idly. She pauses and stares at the latest egg. "Oh! That must be another green." She cranes her head around to get a better look.

From the Galleries, Larisa watches as the greens hatch."Greens how pale and vivid they are..."

From the Galleries, Tierza says, "You aren't alone, those are my favorites."

Jallankin eyes the newest green wearily. "Are we /done/ yet. I want to go home." To his girlfriend. He nudges Shaner and Olga in front of him. "Be useful, you guys, and Impres something." Please? For him?

From the Galleries, Saisukei sighs "oh, well...i'll never be down there....Me too, green are beautiful." Smiles.

Shaner looks miffed. "I'm not /that/ girly. Just because I think D'renn's cool, and you don't..." He pauses to lock eyes with the pudgy lime. "...see? Berth likes D'renn, too."

From the Galleries, Saisukei curls up her fists, and growls at the bloody lucky ones down on the sands.

From the Galleries, Larisa hmmms."I wouldn't want a green... I've got my little Larisita here and she suits me fine..." She caresses her gold.

Pyrene ducks out from under B'art's arms again and counts eggs. "That's the last of them, Cadge-love?" she wonders. "Fantastic. You were perfect... no, I'll forgive you those blues. Even Oreoth. Maybe..."

Meanwhile, that crazy /other/ green knocks over Olga. And pounces Jallankin. Who squeals. Like a girl. "Heey! That, um...hiya...er." He puffs himself up. "I," he informs Puddingth, "am J'llo."

From the Galleries, Rakella snorts and shakes her head at the whishfull coments floating 'round her ears. Everybody wants to be on the sands, but she like the rest 'round her won't get to be. Her eyes focous upon the green hatchlings for a moment, admiring the beauty..

From the Galleries, Saisukei looks to Larisita. "She sure is pretty, your 'lizard."

From the Galleries, Tierza says, "Oh no... those pretty greens went so fast!"

Simpsonth croons lovingly at Cadgwith, shifting his mighty frame to wrap a pudgy tail 'round the gold. Like dragon like rider.

From the Galleries, Saisukei says, "too fast to see! darn!"

From the Galleries, Larisa smiles."Thank you."

Cadgwith tolerates that tail. For now. She's busy being proud of her babies, and looking mournfully at the scattered shards. Can I keep it?

From the Galleries, Saisukei growls. "why couldn't i be there...oh welll..."
From the Galleries, Saisukei hrms

B'art looks almost frantic. His stay with Pyrene is almost over... unless... "Wine, Pyrene?"

Pyrene looks up at her dragon with weary pride. "We can save some of the pieces," she promises, before turning to the galleries and rousing herself to look cute for the visitors. "Refreshments in the living caverns!" she calls, before moving among the remaining candidates to talk gently.

From the Galleries, Larisa gets a tap on her shoulder from M'rley."Want a ride home?"

From the Galleries, Saisukei yawns... "tired." Pretty huffed about the greens Saii stands hastilly, and goes home.

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.

Cadgwith> From the Galleries, S'keagan strides up to Tie and smiles. "I promised Natch I'd get you back safe and sound.. and that's what I intend to do.. now come young'un."

B'art pads in from the Central Bowl.

Cadgwith> From the Galleries, Tierza nods and obediently follows S'keagan out to the bowl and home.

Treneere walks in from the Central Bowl.

Pyrene keeps near B'art, and pushes him forward when some of the larger happy relatives look like they want to hug somebody. Having avoided being mauled, she has no wish to be squished. "Hello, good evening, did you enjoy it?" is her litany as they are moved through the cavern by the crowd's ebb and flow.

Treneere tumbles, Lis-less, into the caverns, clamoring at her sister as soon as she spies her. "Didja see, didja see, didja see?"

B'art, always thrilled to act as a shield, protects Pyrene from most of the extremely gleeful parents. He does, however, manage to scoop up a wineskin and pour Pyrene a glass. Must get the goldrider drunk.

Pyrene gets assailed by her own excited relative as well. "See what?" she asks Treneere dizzily. "The Hatching? Well... yes?" B'art's proffered glass of wine is swiftly downed. She doesn't know how much chance she'll get to linger over a glass and she certainly needs some alcohol in her system about now.

Treneere rolls her eyes. "Yes, the /hatching/. There was a /pink/ dragonet!" She exclaims this with absolute rapture in her eyes, then eyes Pyrene's drink. "Can I have some?" Afterall, if Py's drinking it, the only danger is that it'll be boring.

B'art sloshes a bit more wine into Pyrene's now-empty glass before topping off his own glass. Treneere is regarded cautiously -- he's been here long enough to gain some healthy caution when it comes to the brats.

"You may have a sip of mine," Pyrene tells her sister when her glass magically refills itself. "But only a sip." She lowers the glass to Tren-height, nodding agreeably. "Strawberryth? Yes.... he was pinky. Auri will probably want him to fly Miravith."

Treneere isn't a brat, she's a /fosterling/. Lis's fosterling. By far more deadly, especially combined with genes shared with Pyrene. The offered wine is sipped at in guzzling fashion, and it ends in more like enough wine to fill a dragon's mouth. "Good," she proclaims, before seizing on the name. "Yeah! Strawberryth. He was neat. Can I keep him?" Ch'scake certainly didn't look very happy with him.

B'art graciously refills Pyrene's glass, since the fosterling apparently took the lion's share. "There you go," he says cheerfully.

Pyrene rescues her glass from greedy fosterling-types and sips at it herself. "Ask Chenescake--or whatever his name is now. But I think you'll find he wants him himself. Maybe Lis will let you have both of them, though..." She smirks at that idea. "B'art, be a dear and find me a seat, will you?" Exploit those who have a crush on you.

Using sheer mass and his everpresent leer, B'art manages to clear a small round table, including 4 chairs, from the onslaught of parents, riders, and other riff-raff. His supply of wine is deposited on the table, and the pudgy rider settles his generous frame into one of the chairs.

Pyrene happily drops her own scrawny self onto another chair and grins brightly at B'art. "Well, it's not been too bad. I'm almost sorry to see you go. Perhaps we'll run into each other again sometime, at a gather somewhere," she says. This is her diplomatic way of saying: 'Why are you still here?' And people say that Pyrene has no subtlety.

B'art downs one glass and pours another before answering, almost thoughtfully: "I was thinkin' about putting in for a transfer," he drawls, beaming at Pyrene.

"Ch'scake," says Trenny informatively, loftily. /She/ knows how to worship people. /She/ knows how to absorb the least useful information. "Both?" She sounds appalled. "No way! He's gross. And I don't understand half of what he's say....ooh." She likes that idea. A mystery. Like F'sh.

Pyrene sort of... /freezes/, eyes glazing over at B'art's words. "I hear Benden are missing you..." she murmurs faintly. "Aren't they, Trenny?" As if Treneere would know, but...

"Yeah, they probably are," B'art agrees mildly. "But none of the ladies there can even compare to you, Pyrene."

Pyrene preens slightly. The wine must be getting to her. "I'm sure they can't...: she coos, then shakes herself. "But that's /no/ reason to deprive them of your good self. They /need/ you, B'art."

"This place needs some real men," B'art counters cheerfully. "And I'm just the man to do it. I think I'd make a great Weyrleader.. and I could wait for you to be my Weyrwoman, Pyrene."

Treneere goes home.

Pyrene swiftly checks over her shoulder for Areiah, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that the senior weyrwoman isn't around. "Now, B'art... Ysbryth's young... it'll be many more turns before we need a new Sr and who's to say it will be me?" And in a sudden flash of hopeful inspiration she adds: "Perhaps you should pay your attentions to Areiah if that's what you want?"

"Anything could happen," B'art points out optimistically. "And besides, we could get some practice in beforehand... you know." He studiously avoids leering, though he does gaze hopefully at the goldrider.

Pyrene is mildly impressed that he didn't leer, but she continues to shake her head determinedly. "Practise /how/?" she asks, a little foolishly. "It's not as if we can sit in on weyrleader meetings /now/." It's getting late...

B'art still manages to suppress his leers, though there is the faintest glimmer of one in his eyes. "Well, Pyrene, there's more to being Weyrleader and Weyrwoman than just meetings. There's the whole weyrmated bit..."

Pyrene hastily shakes her head away from /that/ idea. "Oh nonono..." she mutters determinedly. "Areiah's mated to Finn, not M'rin... and she wasn't mated to Ty either. And before that, S'phen was mated to Alee, instead of Nuff--" fleeting sadness breaks through the fuzz of wine at mention of the brownrider, "--and I don't /think/ that Nuff and Jh'ral slept together very much. Jh'ral's quite normal really." Untainted by the Nuff then.

"Well, then," B'art continues gamely, "why don't we just forget about the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader part and settle down into a cozy little weyr together. Look at the kiddies our dragons produced... high quality offspring, if I do say so myself. Anyways, what I guess I'm sayin' is, why don't we make a pairin' of it?"

P'rru marches with clipped steps in from the Central Bowl.

Pyrene is... proposed to? A brief image of the rapturous newly-weyrmated Lis flashes across her mind and just for a moment, she hesitates. A weyrmate... Somebody to be there to warm her bed every night. Someone she loves who's not too big to hug properly. Somebody to /hold/ her when she cries. Somebody like... B'art? B'art. "Uhh... no," she manages to get out finally.

Crestfallen, B'art regards the goldrider with mournful eyes. "You.. you sure you don't want to think about it just a little bit longer? You know... sleep on it, or something?"

"I don't want to sleep on anything but my cot," Pyrene warily forestalls any further attempts at seduction. Her head's still woozy (enough not to notice P'rru), but she realises she has a way to go before she's free of this situation. Thus she takes B'art's hand and clasps it as she continues: "Maybe another weyr, another time, B'art... but now and here, it's just not right for us. It wasn't meant to be." Damned right, it wasn't.

"But Pyrene...." B'art protests, patting Pyrene's hand with his free one. "We work so well together. Our dragons get along... Or... is there someone else?" He swells visably, chest protruding in the manner of all jealous males. P'rru is ignored, completely.

P'rru has walked in on something he'd rather not be involved in. "Congratulate Cadgwith and Simpsonth for me, the hatching went along marvelously did it not?" he says quickly, passing along towards Klah, wonderful klah. And avoid eye contact, especially with this pair getting up to who knows what.

Pyrene briefly weighs up her reputation against setting B'art on D'renn, but regretfully decides that she can't do that to Lis. "There's nobody else but Cadge," she tells him (she doesn't think poor F'ish would stand a chance against the hefty bronzer). "I guess I'm too newly-Impressed to think of a weyrmate right now. P'rru!" and she near literally leaps on this chance to change the subject. "Were you watching? Did you like it?"

P'rru splutters in his mug at Pyrene's voice ringing out. "Yes, yes of course I did- the brown's were a good size...not as large as Dsalth was mind you but yes, wonderful" he's rambling nervously, eyes dodging B'art. "Fair amount of greens, but then again I've noticed that's the same with most High Reaches clutches".

With a hangdog expression on his droopy face, B'art rises, his chair clattering backwards harshly. "Here I was thinking you were gonna be my girl, and all that time you were just leading me on." Slinging a wineskin over one shoulder, he gives P'rru a short nod and waddles out the door just as fast as his legs can carry him.

Pyrene watches B'art go, an odd pity and guilt flickering in her eyes. "Maybe I /should/ settle down," she mutters half to herself. "It seems easier that way..." With a sigh and a shake of her shoulders, she grins ruefully at P'rru and ducks out into the night where Cadgwith is waiting for her with an affection she can gladly return.

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