Pyrene
Resolute, stone-grey eyes dominate an anaemic face plagued by vagrant tendrils of dark brown hair, although much of it has been forced into a limp and untidy plait which matches the rest of her in its skimpiness. Her frame is in that spindly, awkward stage, having only recently fulfilled its obligation to grow and at that it's stopped just shy of average height. Still, she makes the most of her meagre inches, holding herself firmly upright in a manner yet reminiscent of the stubborn child rather than the confident, young woman.
It's that traditional white and simple candidate robe. Nothing strange, nothing elaborate, not even anything funny. Reasonably straight and neat stitching, it fits, it's not going to fall off. Not interesting maybe, but it's exactly what Pyrene wants. And she also wants those sandals that are doing their feeble best to protect her soles from sands' heat too--one still brown, and the other dusted with gold dye of some sort. Let other people go barefoot and scorch their feet in the name of tradition. Nutters. 
The blue and black's still there, but now there's a thread of white running all the way through... this head nanny's taking a break--of sorts. At any rate it's fairly evident that Pyrene's currently a candidate at High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Pyrene is 18 Turns, 4 months, and 6 days old.

[I wanted to look at all the candidates and snag their robe descs... but I was too spammed so you just get me. Anybody else want to send theirs to me? Anyway, on with the log... a few poses are transposed near the beginning, in an attempt to get clean breaks as the POV jumps from galleries to barracks and back again.]

<All> Erranth senses that Tiareth picks up Chayath's vibrations and amplifies them. She resonates really, sending out the familiar excitement of a hatching's thrum: rrrrmmmrrrvrrrmmmrrrr... /Eggs/.

<All> Erranth senses that Trydanth joins in, with electrifying gusto. Brrrrrrrm...... vrrmmmmmmm.... << Hatching. >> He's smug.

<All> Erranth senses that Kelawith stretches tiredly, sleeping, as always, but awake now. << Mmm... eggs.. hatching? Eggs hatching. >> What a concept.

Thhhhhrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. The Weyr reverberates.

Galleries
Row upon row of stone benching rises above the Hatching Grounds, seats for those who come to watch the incredible experience that is a hatching. Each individual seat is embellished with a worn cushion, the only concession to comfort in a place that traps heat, holding it within so that those who watch are inflicted with its intensity, though on a milder level than those who must stand and face the dragonets. The expanse of sand that is the hatching grounds spreads out in front of the benches, a huge stage for a spectacular show.
Tyara, Perisienne, Nuff, Khrysa, Faye, and D'renn are here.

D'renn leaps to his feet though, and stares at Nuff. "Did they? They did! Candidates!" D'renn bellows, and runs off.
D'renn goes out.

Tyara gives D'renn a puzzled look. They d.. eek! She jumps to her feet, running off.
Tyara goes out.

Khrysa glances as all of a sudden a rider and a candidate leaves, she looks around..where is Khayet?  

[In the barracks...]

D'renn escapes in from the bustling activity of caverns and Weyr.

<All> Erranth senses that Tyrodinth touches first his mate's mind and then they both reach out to all the dragons of Pern. Joy, anticipation, excitement... Without words, they make it plain their first clutch is about to hatch.

"Did you hear that, did you!" D'renn's frantic.

Tyara comes home.

Pyrene throws her head up from fire-lizard oiling... "Oh no..." She's heard taht noise before. "Oh shells..."

"What was that?!" Lylia practically screeches, clutching the blanket to her chest. 

Quedista looks up from her cot, promptly rolling off. "Eek!" Escapes her mouth, as she rubs her bruised arm.

Tovanis lifts his head lazily, woken from a doze. "Wha'? Someone shut that noise up?"

<All> Erranth senses that Zaqith responds, joining the thrum with cinnamon warmth, barely touched with proddy cream. <<Hatching...>>she echoes.

Liseria sits up, her multi-tiered towel gown whipping 'round her. Just finished her bath, see. "Aiiyee! Hatching! And I'm not even /dry/ yet!" Her main concern, apparently.

Maurin is on the floor. That's where he kinda...toppled when the weyr started shaking. "H-h-hatching?!" He squeeks, desperately trying to untangle himself from his sleeping rug.

Tellia sits bolt upright in her cot, blue eyes widening at the recognized sound. "It's /happening/!" she shrieks, glancing wildly about at her fellow Candidates. As if they can't all hear for themselves...

Quara hurriedly pulls on her robe at the shaking of the Weyr, plopping back down onto the cot to lace up her sandals. "Fine warning we get!" she mutters angrily, her stress making itself known in her snappish attitude.

Tyara runs in, trying to catch her breath. "Oh Faranth," she mutters, then loouder: "Kolen! Get up, now!" She untangles herself from her humming lizards, scrambling around to get her robe.

<All> Erranth senses that Piccath zings bright pepper at all. << Hatching, Hatching, Hatching. And they are. Soon. >> His thrum buzzes with excitement.

Gekoki, having been bouncing on her cot before, practically makes her cot fall down, "Hear it! Of course!" She scrabbles for her robes, trying to discern the sleeves from, er, everything else.

Siwillowy escapes in from the bustling activity of caverns and Weyr.

"Get into your robes, get into your robes!" D'renn flaps - literally - racing around the barracks in a flurry of checked trousers and sweater and bobbing curls.

Siwillowy runs in as if the devil himself were after her.

Larson blinks in from ::between::!

Lox suddenly disappears ::between::!

Pyrene dashes behind a small curtain leading to.. the necessary. Go while you have the chance... Returning in record time, she throws herself into her robe--taking many clothes off only after she's got that all important garment on. "We're going as fast as we can!" she snaps out to d'renn. Nervous?

Liseria frowns pensively as she paws through her stuff. Robe, robe, robe... Shucking towels, she slithers into the robe and desperately tries to towel-dry her hair. Rubrubrub.

Maurin deposites his 'lizard hurriedly upon his cot, modesty temotrarily forgotten as he flips out his robe, and eases into it. Lys chirrups unhappily as he is moved, being so little and all, and Maurin looks a little worried as his head pops through the neck hole. "Will he be o-okay here?" He asks anxiously, motioning to the tiny blue.

"Eh? Ugh? Ah?" Mharida is amazingly coherant -- it's a good thing that she's a cook, not a harper. Cook rises from her c0t, grabbing her robe. "Hatching! Can I take some chewy bars on the sands, do you think?"

Quara bats Gavin off of her shoulder in annoyance, frowning. "You can't come with me, silly!" she shouts at the little blue, who flaps off to her cot to sulk. "Keep him there," she orders her bronzes, who hurry to obey. "You should've learned after last time," she grumbles, knotting her hair up and away with a hastily-snatched ribbon.

Quedista quickly grabs her robe from under her pillow, flinging it over her head, and pulling off the other gown after she's got the white one on. her breathing quickens, and she stares off into space.

Lylia dives under her covers. "AUUUGH!" A random hand reaches out, fumbling under the bed. It yanks out a pile of white cloth, which disappears under the sheets. Roughly, the sheets bounce, and a moment later a robed Lylia rolls out. "Sandals!" She falls to the ground, fumbling under the bed for a moment, before jumping back up. "Oh well... barefoot it is. 'Mion! Stay!" She begins to shiver, ordering her ferret as she attempts to get herself together.

Gekoki scrambles to braid her hair right, having to slow her trembling fingers enough to manipulate the strands. She starts tying them up before D'renn, who looks like he's going to pop himself soon, shooes her out.

Pyrene desperately attacks her hair with a white strip of cloth, managing to wrap it around the end of her still wispy plait. "OK, there... done... no wait, sandals!" she dives for the floor and rummages desperately under her cot, lizards helping in hte most unhelpful way imaginable.

Inside Auri's Cot, Auri opens her big baby-blue eyes with a pert yawn.

Maurin fumbles with his sandals, trying to get the wretched things on in a hurry. But they weren't meant to be put on in a hurry, and he has quite a bit of difficulty with them. Ack. Ook. Eeeeee...

Tovanis gets calmly and collectedly into his robe. Here we go again....

Auri stands up from Auri's Cot.

Quedista sits firmly on her cot, and continues to stare into space. Too much noise. 

Auri looks about, blinking sleep from her eyes. One word, "Huh?"

Pyrene finally finds her sandals and struggles to get them on her feet while staring around at all the others, "Auri... get changed. Hear that hum?"

Gekoki hears the partial yells for sandals, and stoops to put her own on her feet, letting go of the braid she's presently pinning up, to let it fall down her back so she can secure the sandals properly... 

Liseria peers down at herself, wiggling bare toest proudly. Nuts, definately. Just not mind-healer certified. Everything's tugged at, the girl hastily tugging something on under her edge of her robe. No shoes, yes, but she's not going sans /those/.

"Line up, line up in pairs," D'renn commands, pointing in front of him, in front of the exit.

Tovanis strolls casually into his place, giving Siwillowy a wink as he passes her.

Quara finishes her preparations, glanging briefly in a mirror as she pulls off her knot, dropping it onto her cot and nearly braining Gavin in the process. "Stay there!" she reprimands them one more time before she glances around.

"Everyone ready? Everyone?!" D'renn's panicky - you'd think he's never done this before.

Pyrene dashes into line, waving her firelizards back to snooze on her cot. "Well... last chance." she mutters, trying to be calm. Again. "Lis... stand with me?"

Lylia leaps next to Gekoki, leaping up and down. "Wanna be with me, Gekoki?" 

Auri blinks, scrambling into her robe, and totally forgetting anything else. She pulls at her tangled hair.

"Pyrene!" Liseria half-whines, stepping over the forms of cot-neighbors busily dressing themselves. "'Course, 'course 'course 'course." Uh-oh, she's babbling. Hand - not too sweaty - reaches out for Py's... Pair?

Quedista leaps from her cot. "Auri? Auri, are you there?" She runs to the the door, glancing about for Auri, nearly tripping on her garment, holding it up with her left hand.

Tyara rushes into the line, ending up near Tellia. "Faranth, this is a mess..."

Maurin scrambles, in search of someone to pair with. Tiri isn't caught fast enough, and thusly he peers at the next person he sees. "Q-quara?"

Tellia twitches her fingers, smoothing robe hastily into place. "Tyara!" Yup, she's snatched herself a pair. "Ooh, can you believe it's actually /time/?" This may be her third time to head for the Sands, but she seems nervous enough for her first...

Gekoki pauses in lacing up her sandals, her look blank for a second, oblivious to D'renn's frantic shouts. "Oh, pairs! Sure, Lylia!" She hurriedly tries getting her wayward braid into order atop her head...

Quara dashes into line, with hurried glances about to find someone to stand next to. Aimlessly, she wanders about for a bit before she finds someone to stand with, not noticing who.

Tyara giggles nervously. Really, she's not.. "No, I can't," she admits, peering at Tellia. She's even been in this situation before..

"Get into line, get into line..." D'renn chivvies Candidates, including Sena, Saera and Khayet, in with the rest. "Everyone ready to go?" The thrummmm is louder than ever.

Pyrene grips Liseria with whitened knuckles--poor Lis. But still, the other girl's used to this by now right. "OK... and I am /never/ doing this again..."

Maurin doesn't get an answer, but grabs Quara's forearm, pulling her into place next to him. No time for modesty, thanks. 

Lylia clings to Gekoki's arm. "OhdearOhdear..."

Siwillowy ignores Tovanis and his winking, only to find she getes paired off with him as the line shifts and people move about. "Great", she mutters under her breath, and steps into line.

Auri darts, almost tripping, to Quedista, clasping the older girl's hand nervously.

Quedista nods frantically, stepping into the forming line. "right." She squeezes Auri's hand a bit too hard.

Quara stands nervously, taking note as Maurin tugs her over. "Oh! Hi..." She looks about, finally spotting someone, and she waves frantically before she waits nevrously for that all-important moment.

Liseria grins conspiratorially at Pyrene. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that," the girl teases with a wink. Then again, she's a little biased. "It's really lots of fun... warm as Ista!" Sigh.

Auri is still not extremely sure what's going. Considering the same thing has been running through her mind for the last few days? Weeks? She blurts out a question, looking up at Quedista with worried blue eyes. "Eggies hatching?"

D'renn follows, heading off the Sands.

[And the view from the galleries went like this:]

On the sands, L'shil nearly flings himself off Piccath, dashing towards Shaela. "I heard. I'm here. I came as soon as I heard..." Obviously. Just look at him!

On the sands, "L'shil!" Shaela runs over to the boy and throws her arms around him. "Oh, I'm so glad you could.." And then she realizes: "What are you wearing??"

Reythn walks in.

Drallo walks in.

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

Loren walks in.

Reythn ushers Loren over, "Comeon! Their starting to come out."

Loren scrambles into Grounds, and follows Reythn.

Miralia glances around for a seat, and quickly takes one that's vacant, running an absent hand through her hair as she peers at the sands.

On the sands, L'shil blinks at her, eyes still sleep-befuddled. "What I am wearing? I don't know. What /am/ I wearing?" Trust L'shil not to know. Belatedly, he jerks his head to Chayath and Tyrodinth, too nervous to do anything smoother.

Bryon walks in.

On the sands, Yiddae shifts, disturbed a little as Tyrodinth lifts his head, thrumming intently, eyes whirling faster with varying emotions. Piccath is acknowledged politely but distantly as the brown concentrates on added to the deep hum that makes the very bones of the Weyr vibrate with a unmistakable energy.

Sahri hmms.  "It's all very exciting..."

On the sands, R'sli walks across the Sands, a grin on his face as he makes his way toward the others.  His book in hand, his stub of charred stick scribbles furiously.  "Yiddae, Shaela," he greets the expectant pair.  "L'shil," he grins.  "Anyone care to make any last minute wagers?"

Nephlight comes up the stairs.

Araxanthe walks in.

Loren waves at Nephlight. "Over here!"

On the sands, "Lesh, that's hideous. I don't want to see that," Shae turns away from the brownrider, facing the quickly-filling galleries, now. Okay, maybe looking at L'shil is a better option. "Go, into my tent. Grab some clothes. Something. Anything. You're /embarrassing/ me," she hisses.

Nephlight waves to Loren.

Reythn ushers Nephlight to come and sit near her and Loren.

Nephlight walks to Loren

Nephlight waves to Reythn.

Araxanthe waves to Neph, and walk over to him.

Faye peers at all the people, stroking her canine's klah brown fur absent mindedly, cautiously peering at the sands. "Oooh," she murmurs, once she's finally figured it out. The cook gently thwaps her blues once more to stop their chirples. "Where's 'Berry..?" She just shuts up at that point - and watches.

Nephlight waves to Ara.

Bryon looks around, not seeing anyone he knows he takes a seat

Kayla walks in.

Nephlight sits with his freinds.

Nephlight waves to Kayla.

On the sands, Piccath eyes the draconic pair, questioning them about his leaving. /He/ doesn't have to be here. So it's their choice.

Loren is standing up, hoping from foot to foot in excitement. "I /love/ Hatchings! They're so exciting!"

Stefannan comes up the stairs.  

Khrysa is carefully tucked in a decent seat with a good view, her eyes wide as she's never been to a hatching and has only heard stories.  

Nephlight smiles, then pulls Loren to her seat.

Drallo looks around and finds two empty seats.  

Loren acks and frowns. "Is it my fault if klah makes me hyper?"

Kayla smiles and takes a seat near the other harpers.

Nephlight waves to Drallo. 

Stefannan enters, his dull eyes alight in anticipation of the unique event.

Araxanthe frowns.  "Oh, I left poor Andjara!  Poor kitten!  But I don't have time to go back and get her..." She sits down near Neph, and begins to hum.

Loren walks out.

On the sands, L'shil blinks, slightly quicker, at Shaela before looking to R'sli and Yiddae for help. "Um... Is what I'm wearing really so bad as all that? Shae, none of your closthes will fit me..."

Drallo waves at nephlight, smilling.

Loren walks in.

Loren scurries back to Nephlight and the others.

Tealc walks in.  

Loren drops Andjara.

Nephlight waves to Tealc.

Khia walks in.

Loren hands Andjara to Araxanthe. "Here ya go..special delivery kitty.."

Nephlight waves to Khia.

On the sands, R'sli blinks, and stares for a second, then chews the end of his stick thoughtfully.  "I can't answer that with ladies present," he says wryly, and nods.  "Any wagers on the clutch?"

Stefannan sees his former dart buddies in one corner, and makes his way to them  

On the sands, Yiddae rearrages herself. She's managed to find a perch, cradled securely on her lifemate big foreleg, leaning comfortably against the dark shoulder and certainly quite safe. It gives her a lovely view of the eggs at least. "L'shil? Oh, well..." None of her clothes would fit either. "You could be dressed better." the blond informs the other brownrider.

Malla looks around, seeing Drallo, "Hey You!"  

Nephlight waves to Stef. "Over here, heres a seat!"

"Denim, Blueblue... /look/," Faye mutters to her blues, motioning the impatient firelizards to look at the sands, and the eggs. "Baby dragons are gonna hatch from those," she explains quietly, though she knows they can't understand. A little scritch is offered to the now-sleeping canine in her arms, and she watches the sands closely.

Miralia leans forward in her seat, trying not to fidget as she watches the sands, almost missing the people that are entering. This is just /too/ interesting...  

Drallo says, "Malla over here!" 

Nuff and her brood of Nufflets take up one of the premium viewing benches -- right there at the front.  Though various friends and Riders close in and pick up children only to deposit them again on their laps as they sit down. "Nice bench ya got here, Nuff.  How's the head? How's the Kids? How's the young Weyrwoman?" Their questions are predictable, but friendly, as well as appreciated.

David walks in.

On the sands, Shaela is all dressed up in her nice, new Kiara-made dress. And look at her sandals! Only the best for Shaela. And here's L'shil in his, well, underwear. "Probably a good point," she sees the flaw of her suggestion. This is definitely not going to work. "Can't you.. -- Erf, Chayath. They'll be /fine/," she reassures her fussing lifemate distractedly. "Lesh, you have to do something. You can't be here looking like /that/."

Bryon walks out.

Stefannan takes the seat offered to him next to Nephlight.

Loren pulls a squirming kitten out of her pack and hands her to Araxanthe. "Here you are! One special delivery for Araxanthe!"

Araxanthe smiles at Loren.  "Thanks so much... It's so busy here, huh?" she leans forward, trying to see the sands.  Standing up, she jumps excitedly.  "ooh, look!" she quickly sits before her seat is taken.

Loren nods. "I've only been to one hatching before..they're really great!

Nephlight gawks at all the people, flits, and...dragons.

Malla makes her way over to Drallo. Wraps her arms around him, and gives him a big kiss on the cheek.

Miny walks in.  

Aylamaria walks in.

Araxanthe smiles.  "I've not been to one before, but they are very exciting..." She looks at Neph gawking and warns him that he looks mighty silly...

Tosus spots Kayla on the galleries, and his face lights up as he makes his way towards her.

Aaliyah comes up the stairs.  

Kayla looks around for familiar faces. She notices Tosus and waves him over.

Nephlight falls asleep.
Nephlight has disconnected.  

Cristen saunters in, dragonrider following.  She gets up on her tip-toes, and gives S'ky a polite kiss on the cheeck.  "Thanks S'ky.  That was very sweet of you." is offered, warm smile offered to the blushing 'rider.  She steps over odd firelizards and pets as she makes her way to a seat with a nice veiw.  "It's all so exciting!

Drallo returns her hug and kiss, "Where is Spikytail?"  

Eyes flicker about excitedly as she zooms in from the sound of the humming dragons. "Faye! There you are," she almost seems to be relieved, "Are the eggs almost ready to hatch? Are they? What's all the crowd?" Her words zip right throw her mouth speedily, in result of such excitement.

Miny searches the crowds for anyone she knows. "Hi everyone. Are they about to hatch?" She She looks at the eggs.

Kandar walks in.

Reythn slips away from this all to catch someone at the Herder Hall

On the sands, Tyrodinth rumbles momentarily. No, he's not objecting to Piccath. As long as Piccath doesn't get in the way that is.  

Nalisa walks in.  

On the sands, Chayath stalks one corner of the Sands, her great jewelled eyes whirling uncertain shades of orange. Each egg, rocking or not, is nudged curiously, protectively, before she returns to her post by the tiny, white egg.  

Araxanthe wonders if it is too busy to stay... "I wish it were quieter..."

Reythn walks out.  

Miralia glances up at Miny and nods enthusiastically. "Yes, hatching," she says vaguely, her attention mainly on the sands.  

Spikytail blinks in from ::between::!

On the sands, L'shil jabs at the littlest egg with a finger, and tells R'sli, "Blue. One sixteenth. And why can't you say anything with ladies present? Shae, answer me this. Do you want me here for here on out? Or would you rather I try to find my Hatching-Day clothes? I really did have a set made up, but I don't know where they went."  

Tosus, finally reaching Kayls, asks her, his loud voice projecting over the murmur of the crowd and the humming of the dragons. "Is this seat taken?"

Loren hmms, then nods. "It does get a bit loud in here..I need to remember to get some plugs from the Healer hall for my ears..don't wanna go deaf.."

Shasta comes up the stairs.

Pyrah comes up the stairs.

On the sands, Ovoids on the sand - they're moveing. Well, a few are. Morning Mirror-Gazing Egg shivers while Fudge Frosty Divinity Egg seems to be working it's way deeper and deeper into it's sandy bed. Hide The Shoes Egg is wiggling a bit too. Most of the rest are still quisesent however.

Kayla shakes her head with a grin. "No." 

Miny looks at the eggs excitedly. "They're hatching! Wait, where's the candidates?"

Drallo says, "Wanna go somewhere quieter?"  

Faye shivers softly, some odd presence giving her the chills. Her friend is disregarded, but after a pause, she turns about, klah brown canine in arms, two gawking firelizards upon her shoulders. "Khia, eggs, stuff, /look/," she squeaks, the excitement letting her sink to monosyllabic words.

Sahri says excitedly, "Where are the candidates?"  

Tosus sits down quickly and gets ready to watch the event with the pretty harper.

On the sands, R'sli makes the notation, and looks up at L'shil with a grin.  "All I can say is this, Lesh.  Nice jammies."  He laughs outright, at that, and moves off to watch the eggs intently.  

Miralia blinks. "That's a good point." she says. "Where /are/ they?"  

Malla nods

Loren notices a few moving eggs and acks, then leans forward against the railing. Eggs! Eggs! Even a short, picky, annoying, loud fourteen turn old girl can be quieted by a few hatching eggs!

Arizona walks in.  

Araxanthe smiles at Drallo.  "Were you talking to me? I'm all for quieter places..."

Kayla grins at him and turns her attention to the sands, trying to ignore her firelizard's reactions to the hatching.

Malla walks out.

Drallo walks out.

On the sands, "I know," Shaela pouts, her violet eyes cast downwards at the sands as she whimpers. "And it matched my pretty, flouncy outfit," she picks at a piece of lint that has managed find its way onto the skirt of her gown. "Where'd it go?"

Spikytail suddenly disappears ::between::!

On the sands, Interminable Journey Egg rocks just a little. A single little touch of impatience for this all to be over and done with.

Aylamaria walks to Loren's side on the railing, nodding to her.

Gulinz ascends the stairs, hesitating upon the top step.  An inspecting glance is taken on the crowd and the sand-- and he nervous one.  He sits.

Araxanthe oohs!  "they're rocking!  

Miny smiles. "Where are those candidates??"

Silvera edges in from one of the nearby ledges.

Cristen chuckles, eyes scanning the sands and the riders and the other people.  She peers across, looking for candidates.  "Tellia, where are you..." is muttered as S'ky settles down beside her.  She starts setting up a conversation with the dragonrider, deafening roar of chat around her soon silencing this.

Rita walks in.

Loren smiles at Aylamaria. "Hey! The eggs are wigglin'! There gonna hatch! I wonder who the cand'ies are..ooh! It's so exciting!"

Nalisa takes her seat as close as possible to the Sands, silent cursing her slight tardiness. If she had come earlier, she might've secured a better seat.

Aylamaria giggles in excitement ass she thiks how incredibly lucky she is to be here.

Stefannan stares at the scene. This is quite an exciting happening!  

Rita is sitting on a stone bench near the middle, looking at the eggs wiggling as she bites her lip with excitement

Araxanthe smiles, only wishing it was quieter... "hmm, I am so lucky to see a hatching..."  

On the sands, D'renn steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs. [Followed by the candidates.]

Loren's amythest eyes sparkle with excitement as the take in the movement of the eggs before her. "I can't wait 'til they hatch..oh! There's D'renn! And the cand'ies are coming!"

On the sands, D'renn leads the Candidates out onto the Sands, grimacing rather as he gestures for them to take their places, and then scurries over towards R'sli.

Araxanthe smiles.  "The candidates!"

Tosus smiles. "Ah, there're the candidates!

Miny smiles. "Hi, Tyara and Pyrene and Gekoki!"

Shasta falls asleep.  
Shasta has disconnected.

Aylamaria says, "Oh Loren, look at them all!"

Miralia sits up straighter. "Ooh... Candies are here..." she mutters to herself, fingering her hair.

Nalisa grins, hopping up from her seat and waving excitedly to her cousin. "Geko!"

Stefannan grins. The candidates are here!

On the sands, L'shil gulps, and looks down at himself. "Oh, no! I'm -- I thought I might've given it to you with the dress, Shae? I did pick it up. But I don't know where it is. At all. And neither does Quirky. He says he didn't take them, though. And they weren't shiny enough for Rhyath to collect. And I do wish I knew. Candidates!" The last comes out as a yelp, and he does his best to hide behind Shaela.

On the sands, The files of Candidates spread out until they've formed a very wall of white on the time-honored Sands. The signal to bow starts like a wave, sweeping from Tyrodinth's side of the Sands to Chayath's as each robed figure bends elegantly - and sometimes, not so elegantly - at the waist.

Khrysa glances down to the sands and watches for her brother and jumps up from her seat as she sees Khayet. "Khay!!" Khrysa waves attempting to get her brother's attention.

Kayla grins, nodding. She waves to Khayet, though she knows he can't see her.

Araxanthe grins.  "I know some of them!!!  Wow!!!  I hope Mharida impresses... good luck Mharida!"

Rita peers and tries to catch Auri's eyes, secretly positive that her friend will impress, "The canidates." She murmurs as if on que.

Candies troop out onto the Sands and Aaliyah's attention is drawn there from her previous study of the faces in the galleries around her.  There's no one she wants to talk to here anyway.

"They're moving!" Khia only manages to merely squeak to her friend, "Look!" Eyes widen, staring intently at the wiggling eggs, nearly gaping at them. "I wonder who'll impress. Maybe mother may even impress!" Khia scans the sands, searching for Tyara. "There's Gekoki! And, look! Quedista is there too," the girl points down at the sands, seeming to still be talking with more than her usual speed of talking.  

Loren blinks. Endymion! She knew him..she thought. "I hope he impresses..."  

On the sands, R'sli chuckles, and moves toward D'renn.  "Any last minute wagers?" he asks sweetly, his book at the ready.  

Miny waves at the Candies. "Good luck, all of you!" she shouts, hoping they can hear her.

On the sands, Pyrene doesn't bow elegantly--she's too busy remembering how hot the sands are. She does straighten up from /somethng/ though clinging onto Liseria's hand still and her other reaching out for somebody's, anybody's...  

Aylamaria says, "Cyry, over here""

On the sands, Tellia gives a little hop-skip as the heat burns through the thin soles of her sandals.  Strangely enough, her face is quite composed and calm; only her super-wide blue eyes and the slight nervous twitch at her lips and hands give away the nervousness rising inside.

Araxanthe wonders if her friend will impress... "Good luck Mharida!  I know you'll do well!" she shouts to her friend.

On the sands, Roaring Drunk Egg shudders in a confusing little pattern, knocking up against its sibling eggs briefly before bouncing away almost apologetically into another. Oops.

Cristen gives out a little yelp of excitement, leaning into S'ky as she waves furiously at Tellia.  "Tellia!" is screamed before she settles back down next to S'ky, chattering up a storm.  "Tellia is going to impress this time, I swear..."

On the sands, "Not after the mark I had to give you this morning," D'renn answers R'sli flippantly. "Except maybe I'd wager a mark or two that Lesh is feeling uncomfortable?" D'renn himself peels off his sweater hastily.

On the sands, Tyara grabs Pyrene's hand instantly, happening to stand next to her. Her left hand reaches out towards the girl next to her, Quedista.

Rita turns to see Khia sitting behind her, she mouths a greeting and then turns back to the egg.

Callista walks in.

Loren hops from foot to foot as the eggs rock.

On the sands, Auri swallows, and her grip on Quedista's hand tightens. "I'm a big girl, I'm a big girl..." she mummers under her breath in a continuous mantra. She looks at the eggs, gulps, and continues. "I'm a big girl..."

Tealc goes home.

Arizona beams. "Callista!" She hugs her friend.

Miralia decides to call out to the two candies she knows. "Good luck Pyrene, Tyara!!!" Well, that's about all of the familiar faces down there...

On the sands, Liseria cries out with a startled "'Rene!" as her hand-partner suddenly bends. Following suit, the girl bows accordingly, whipping slightly-damp locks outta the way as she straightens. "Mmm, nice 'n warm..." SHe says that /now/.

On the sands, Tovanis gives Siwillowy a little nudge as the eggs rock - poor girl ended up next to him, here too. "Lookit, they're moving..."

On the sands, Tyrodinth watches the Candidates, eyes whirling swiftly despite his otherwise calm demeanor. Bow is watched, his expression rather lofty for once as he shifts a little, cradling his rider more securely. Yiddae is watching it all from her perch halfway up the brown side - she's sitting on a foreleg and leaning against her lifemate's shoulder. It does give her a good view at least.

Callista hugs Arizona back.

On the sands, Quedista feels the heat making her nautious.  Or is ith the heat?  She attempts to mask it as she steps quickly onto the sands, and lets Tyara grab her hand.  She could use the extra support.

Callista says, "Hi."

Khrysa smiles brightly and points to the sands, "My brother Khayet's down there!" Khrysa's eyes are bright as she looks down to the sands and the eggs.

Bounce, bounce, bounce.  Silvera's stride has got a spring in it, a beam sprawled across her face.  "Mharida!  My cookie-cousin!  My Mharida!"  It's shouted, with a wave of her hand -- as if the candidate could /hear/ her, above the noise.  "Oooh... I forgot a chewy bar.  Oh.  Mharida!  Do you have any?"  Another wild wave of her hand, before the woman collapses into a seat.

On the sands, Lylia has trouble even remembering to breathe... at least this keeps her from noticing the heat at first. Eggs, dragons, crowds.... she sways a little, getting dizzy. Movement... oh my... "TyTyTyTy... Auri!" She looks from candidate to candidate, finally hopping next to Auri. "They're going to hatch!" Just state the obvious....

Arizona grins at Callista. "This is so exciting!"

On the sands, Maurin follows the rest, in line, obediantly, yet...nervously. But then again, that's nothing new for Maurin. His blue eyes widen to almost unnatural preportions, as he hadn't really been very close to the eggs before. Chores, y'know. Didn't have much time. Knuckles whiten as hands cling to each other, in front of him. Dragons. Big, big, oh so very big dragons. Eek. Scarey. Hopefully they won't bite...

Araxanthe oohs!  "Mharida, I hope you impress... good luck!"  She waves frantically at the girl.

On the sands, Quara dances on the sands, filing out past Maurin to look nervously at the eggs. "And I did this before, too," she mutters, anxiety and stress taking their toll. She hears Auri's murmurings and takes the time to flash a wan smile to the young girl.

On the sands, Pyrene sighs then--both desperately sweating hands held securely in those of her oh-so fortunate friends. "It's OK Auri" she calls over to the once-brat. Yes, perfectly fine... just a little hot. "Lis, Tya... none yet. No blues or anything." Good.

Stefannan feels a little left out. He doesn't know any of the candidates.

Miny shouts to the Candidates. "Good luck everyone!

Loren acks and hops up and down, leaning over the railing. "Oh! I wish they'd hatch! Hatchings are so suspensful!" Loren hmms and calls out 'good-luck' to all the cand'ies, wether she knows them or not.

On the sands, Mharida is wide eyed, head craning as she strains to take in all those in the galleries, all those on the sands. A pause, as she stands alone, unsure of what to do with herself, it seems. Then Tellia is spotted, and it is to that girl she makes her way, settling herself beside her to offer a grin.

Faye peers carefully and closely at the Candidates, firelizards clinging to her tight. "Ooooh," is all she can comment or speak at all, mouth gaping wide open. "Khia, look. Th'eggs're gonna hatch right away, I bet," she mutters to her right, only assuming that's where her friend is. She eyes the sands at the Candidates, shuddering again, even in the warmth.

On the sands, Auri wiggles pink toenails in the sand. "I'm a big- Lylias! My wherry hasn't hatched yet. Will the draggies eat it?" Trust this time for Auri to think about /that/.

On the sands, Gekoki straightens from her bow, having gotten past that small obstacle. Only about twenty-two more to go; her hand tightens on Lylia's, as if to claim support against falling over in the intense heat. "It's happening!" is her strangled squeak.

On the sands, Khayet glances to Maurin.  Here we go again......But this time, Khayet remembers to shift from one foot to the other, if a great deal slower in tempo than the others.

On the sands, Frosh Day Egg is right there, in it's special spot beneath it's dam's gaze. It wiggles. Twitches. And then stills for now.

Cristen settles down, watching as frantic wavers colapse into seats to watch.  "It's so exciting, S'ky... I don't know what I'd do, Tellia... She's so lucky!" is murmur'd lightly as her eyes scan across the sands, settling on her friend.

On the sands, Shaela sighs, her words of response to L'shil forgotten as the Candidates make their way onto the Sands. "They all look so cute and /nervous/!" she squeals, immediately hunting for the delicate young form of Petita. "Aww, look, Lesh. Petita." Just so long as Petita doesn't look back at Lesh -- the sight might scar her forever.

Tosus grips Kayla's hand as the suspense thickens...

Brell walks in.

On the sands, Tyara sends Lylia a worried glance. A little pale, isn't she? Pyrene and Quedista get a quick glance. "Which d'you think'll hatch first?" comes the breathy question, the rocking eggs being watched closely by the nanny-candidate.

Rita bites her lip ferociously and waves wildly to Auri, "AURI!!" She shouts and watches thewiggling in her seat from excitement.

Araxanthe smiles softly.  "I wish I were one of them... but I can't leave my home..."

On the sands, Tellia gazes up into the Stands, eyes sweeping the assembled crowd without ever quite settling on a particular face.  "Ohhh..." she mutters quietly.  "Mharida!"  The Herder struggles to return the grin, hand really shaking now as it reaches for Mhari's.  Comfort.  Have to have comfort on the Sands...

On the sands, Siwillowy slides away from bow and Dragons, backing up into a candidate here, a candidate there. "Oops. Pardon me.  Scuse me. Sorry about that. By Faranth it is hot -- oh look at that! They move." She prattles on regardless of anyone listening or not.

Kayla smiles at Tosus and looks back to the sands.

On the sands, "no, no, don't worry about that. Just worry about.... well, everything else." Lylia's eyes nearly bug out. Did one just move? Whatwhatwhat?! Suddenly she notices the heat, and nearly bites through her lower lip. Time for the dance of the barefoot candidate.

Loren hmms and decides that /she'll/ be a Candidate next Search..or..someday..maybe. Or she'll be a Herder..or something.

Cyry walks in.

Reythn walks in.

On the sands, Quedista shakes her head rapidly, swallowing the scream that would have come out in place of words had she opened her mouth.  She simply squeezes Tyara's hand harder.  Not to mention Auri's...

On the sands, Liseria doesn't mind the sweaty-hand thing, as she's a perpetrator of the same crime. "Tya! Hiya!" she calls, hand waving towards the girl, cooling her head in the meantime. Party, bonus. "Eee," Lis comments to Pyrene, "the Sands're hotter with bare feet." Still, she doesn't hop yet, just shuffles grains back and forth over feet.

Stefannan looks pleased for the candidates, though /he'd/ wouldn't want to be out there.

On the sands, Solar Eclipse Egg rests quiet, its darkness not yet moving.

Arizona grins at her friend.

Araxanthe wonders how long it will take for the first egg to hatch... "How long wil it take?" she asks no-one, not wanting an answer.  She /will/ be a candidate next time... "I will... I promise..."

Loren notices Liseria,a friend of a friend, on the sands. "Good-luck, Liseria! I hope you impress!"

On the sands, Pyrene jerks her head at the frosh day egg. "That one... it's had all that extra insulation after all." Namely her robe--or the first attempt at it. Dratted broody mothers. Lis gets a nanny-ish look. "You've only yourself to blame."

Miny is so excited! "Tyara and Pyrene and Gekoki! I hope all 3 of you Impress!!!" She fixes her gaze at the rocking eggs. Wow. They're rocking!

On the sands, Mharida grins as her fingers tighten around Tellisa's for a moment, eyes lighting upon a figure in teh gallieries, oen hand going up in a wave. "Tellia, there's my cousin. I wonder if she came for me, or the food I made for afterwards," she comments with a soft laugh, not at all uneasy, it seems. After all, she's a cook really, not a candidate.

On the sands, Quara's thick-soled sandals have coatings of dye on them, as well, and yet they still can't block that everpresent heat. Struggling to present a mature, calm face to the eggs and the assembled crowd, as one of the older Candidates, her features alternate between nervous anticipation and stony emotionlessness.

On the sands, In a time of fear, Auri will follow orders blindly. Any orders. Just then, Auri-personality kicks in as she notices her hand...covered in sweat. With a wrinkle of her nose, she searches for her hankie, then remembers she doesn't have it. She sighs, leans over, and rubs her hand in the sands, keeping an eye on the eggs.

On the sands, L'shil chuckles. "I see her, Shae. Think her lifemate will be here, this time? D'renn, that's no wager, that's reality. I was fine until they pointed out I wasn't dressed properly, though!"

On the sands, Tyara gasps slightly as her feet finally seem to sense the heat beneath them. "Ahh, hot, hot," she winces, starting on that special Candidate-dance. "Lis!" she calls out, smiling past Pyrene to the girl. Her eyes skip to /the/ egg soon though, watching it closely. Why isn't it moving??

Aylamaria watches avidly from the rails, unexpressably excited.

Callista jumps excitedly."This is an occasion to remember!!!!!."

On the sands, Full Moon Egg gleams, as bright and full as any winter moon.  Its shell just barely quivers, betraying the traquil shadows belying the dragonet inside. From the rattling and battling of the egg, he is not at all tranquil.

Cyry sits by Aylamaria.

Khajad late, and unhappy about it works his way to his wayward daughter, "What've I missed?" He'll get to the bluster and yelling at her later.

Reythn sits by Cyry.

Arizona grins at Callista. "Yes it is!" Her brown eyes sparkle with excitement.

Araxanthe wonders if the egg will hatch... "Hurry little ones..." She encourages, not realising she said it aloud...

On the sands, Chayath grets each Candidate with a critical whirl of her eyes, and curls the Frosh Day Egg a little tighter in towards herself. There is enough room for it to crack in time, but for now, it is held close, protected.

Mayina walks in.

Cristen chatters, "It would be so /awful/ to be out there, everybody staring at you, yelling for you to impress..." is offered, and Cris has a thought.  "M<aybe we should be polite and close our eyes?

Khrysa sees her father and tries to duck...oh great she's in trouble now..."Da?"

Arizona gazes at the sands wondering when the eggs will hatch.

Aylamaria smiles at Cyry and says, "Have you met Loren?"

On the sands, Pyrene flicks a glance to the galleries and nudges Tyara. "See the brats? Hoping desperately that we'll both Impress..." she points out with a certain degree of smugness, even if she shares their sentiment fully.

A sigh of annoyed impatience escapes from Aaliyah as her eyes linger on the shaking, quaking eggs.  Would they hurry and crack already?

On the sands, Gekoki looks sharply over at Lis. "Well, you brought it on yourself," she says, "After all, you were so eager to be traditional..." She shuffles her sandaled feet - her footwear gives her a fingertip in height, yet the Sands are still breathtakingly hot... If she was holding her breath for the Sands before, could she possibly hold it more? If it's possible, she does when the eggs start shaking in earnest.

On the sands, Quedista's breath quickens so that she's now gasping for air.  She tells herself to calm down, and Auri's sweaty hand suffers once more. 

On the sands, Tellia allows a soft smile now, trying to follow Mhari's wave and pick out a face in the Galleries.  "Where?  Oh, nevermind.  I'll never be able to pick out a single person, anyway."  She shakes her head, blinking several times.  "Ooh, it's hot out here...  How can you see /anything/?"  First one sandal, then the other is raised and given a quick shake before it's dropped back to the Sands.

Cyry thinks, "I believe we met briefly. just beforeI left the Mug.

Araxanthe closes her eyes, half trying to be polite, half trying to imagine herelf down on the sands as one of the candidates.

On the sands, Shifting from brown-clad feet to gold-clad and back again, Tyara smirks at Pyrene and glances up into the galleries. "I see 'em," she grins, happy to find something else than the eggs to concentrate on. For now.

Loren blinks, then smiles and waves to Cyry. "Hi again!"

On the sands, Liseria lets out a huff at Pyrene, in spite of herself. "Well, /really/." Trying to take her mind off the burning of feet, she picks out favorite eggs among the clutch. Eyes glance at those ever-moving eggshells. If they crack soon, Lis'll get off the sands all the faster. As it is, sweat is starting to stain...places.

Khrysa glances to her father Khajad. "The eggs are rocking...and moving and they are beautiful..." She looks to her father and then down to Khayet, "Da you think Khayet will Impress?"

Cyry waves back to loren, "Hi!"

Cyry gasps, "Khayet! Khayet is on the sands! I didn't know that! OMG! WOOOOO!! GO KHAYET!!" she yells above everyone else.

On the sands, "Tellia, I didn't teach you how to juggle, maybe we should do that?" Nervously, and twitching quite a bit, Lylia throws her gaze towards another candidate, hopping foot to foot. Hot hot hot! "Or not?" Again, she giggles nervously. Eep.

On the sands, Roaring Drunk Egg continues to play the staggering fool, knocking randomly against its neighbours, gradually increasing the seriousness of the cracks which mar its colourful surface.

Khajad hrms gruffly. "I hope so....I just put ten marks on him....." Nothing like having faith in your progeny, eh?

Loren turns to the sands for a minute and shouts something that gets lost in the noise, then turns back to Cyry. "I take it you've got some friends on the stands?

On the sands, Auri does something, anything to try and calm herself down. With one pale little foot, she makes a pile of sand, in an attempt to bury the other foot. She squeaks as the heat of the sand is brought out even more, and proceeds to stand still like a good little girl, reattaching herself to Quedistas's hand.

On the sands, Tovanis waves an arm towards the moving eggs. "Look at that one, what d'you think?" he badgers everyone.

"Mharida's my cousin, y'know.  She made Zorry a chewybar.  A /big/ one."  Silvera leans towards the person next to her -- only to trail off.  "Say.  If she Impresses, will she have time to cook?"  Face pales; a hand lifts to cover her mouth.  "Oh /no/.  I hope she cooked some supplies; just in case she /did/ Impress.  Which she probably will, being /my/ cousin, y'know."

Kayla giggles, turning to Cyry.

Reythn stands with her sister and screams for Khayet. "So /thats/ the guy you told me about."

Miralia idyly runs a her fingers across her mouth, tense with excitement over the scene on the sands.

On the sands, Pyrene is sweating herself, her own odour masking Liseria's. "Well... you've been here before... you know what it's like." She flashes a grin at Tyara--scared and asking for moral support, but a grin nonetheless. Just another hatching... they happen all the time.

On the sands, Helston Flora Dance Egg shifts.  Just flowers turning in the wind.  No hurry yet.

Khrysa glances over to the one screaming her brother's name and glares at him, she's his cheering section as she smiles as she looks down to her brother, "Go Khay!!"

On the sands, Roaring Drunk Egg lurches, smacking a clutchmate as it rolls. Oh, hey. Sorry about that. Once more, and minute cracks appear, that party facade fading as the shadows within grow darker...and emerge in a shower of shards.
    Vampiric Teetotaller Brown Dragonet  
    Night descends on the dragon's pale, buff hide, to cast shadows over the majority of the ghostly surface. Scarlet splatters his muzzle, blood-red smears his neck; faded tan lingers amongst the shades of his torso, darkening the great hills that are blunt neckridges and settling upon an elongated tail. Mystery and intrigue reign amidst his complexity of razor talons and sharp teeth, yet a softer side is revealed in the sandy glistening of sweeping wings. Innocence too is evident in the serene sunlight-touched beige of his headknobs, abstaining from the drunken revelry that otherwise makes for fanged, feral ferocity.

Callista stands on her tip toes arching her neck to see.

On the sands, Tellia chuckles softly, the sound coming out almost giddily.  "I don't think now would be the best time for that, Lylia!" she calls over the cracks and voices.  "How can you juggle when you can't even keep your feet under you??"

On the sands, Siwillowy finally stops apologizing and finds a sacred circle near one of the eggs. "There. I will just wait here. Right here. Just here." And so she deos. Occasionally her hand fumble along her simple white skirts, smoothing them down in nervous folds.

Brell peers at the new brown hatchling and ooos

Araxanthe turns to Silvera.   "I'm sure she'll cook no matter what... and I just know she'll impress.  I know it.."

On the sands, Full Moon Egg moves again. Ah. Fanged, feral ferocity. That's good.  Lets follow that: bang bang bang. The hatchling fights harder to get out.

Kayla smiles at the hatchling. Turning to Tosus, "Beautiful, huh?"

On the sands, Khayet eases his way over towards Auri, murmering, "Try doing your dance, just with out the music and kicks....."

Miny gasps. "A DRAGON! A HATCHLING! Go, Pyrene, Tyara, and Gekoki!!!"

Pyrah spies a greenrider; a few murmured words -- apologies -- are given to Shasta, seated next to her, before the Istan vacates a seat and fights her way through the press.  "Silvera!"  

Aylamaria is all but hopping out of her seat, excited for Khayet, and her friends.

Arizona grins at Callista. "Look! Did you see that!"

Rita stares at the hatchling, as she becomes silent, eyes widen, "Wow...."

On the sands, Maurin edges to the far edge of the semi-circle of Candidates, partly behind a fellow Candie. He's...shy? After all, everything's dwarfing him, including the eggs, which are nearly as tall as he. "Maurin!" The boy he's hiding behind nudges him firmly into view. View. Specticle. People! Eek! Wide blue gaze flickers towards the galleries, looking rather terrified. He doesn't like being watched...Crack. Egg. Shatter. Eek. Lapis lazuli wrought gaze flits back to the first hatched. "Brown!" A voice breaths, that voice belonging to the boy he had been temporarily hiding behind. Brown.

Callista gazes dreamly at the little brown hatchling."Ohhhh isn't it cute."

On the sands, Tyara watches the moving egg carefully, until.. "It hatched," she gasps, hand tightening it's grip on Quedista's noticeable. "Ohh, a brown!" As if it wasn't obvious to everyone..

Miralia eeps slightly in excitement over the first hatchling, leaning forward almost to the point of falling off her seat.

Faye hunches her back down a little, too excited and curious to stand upright. "The  eggs are so pretty, Denim, lookie, lookie," she mutters, widening her eyes as she sees the first egg hatch, and reveal a hatchling. "Khi.."

Araxanthe smiles at the brown hatchling.  "Oh, it's beautiful!"

On the sands, Liseria peers over in Tovanis' direction, brows raising in a coy, nosy sort of way. "Which?" she asks of the boy, giving him a curious stare... which quickly shifts towards a goey lil' brown. "Pyrene, it's a brown." The hand-holding hand is tugged on. Need to get 'Rene's attention.

On the sands, Quara grows vaguely used to the heat, and her shuffling step slows down a bit as she smiles a satisfied smirk at Liseria's comments. "Serves her right, that high-nosing crafter," she mumbles, audible only to those directly beside her. She eyes the rolling egg, gasping involuntarily as it shatters open. "Oh! Why, it looks to be drunk, it does," is remarked louder. She would know.

On the sands, Mharida is managing to sty graceful at this point, shifting slowly from one foot to the other, fingers still wrapped firmly around Tellia's. An interested 'ooh' escapes her, and she points rather nedlessly to the dragonet. "Look, the first!"

On the sands, Auri blinks and stares as the dragonet appears. Something between a cry of joy and a whimper emerges from her mouth unbidden. Dance? Auri follows orders. Little feet kick tentatively above the sands, eyes fixated on the strange brown dragonet.

On the sands, "Very carefully?" Hey, it's how Lylia always does it. "But.... AUGH! BROWN!" The shriek rises out of the panicking candidate's throat. "Look look!" She nearly attacks the next candidate. "A brown!"

Cristen screeches, voice going up as she claws at S'ky.  "It's a dragon!"

Reythn watches, no breath coming from her mouth, "Come on, Khayet, Cyry knows you can Impress."

Arizona gasps at the hatchling. It's so adorable!

On the sands, Frosh Day Egg is secure. Smug almost as it waits for a time, when it's quite ready to break as it should. But striations steal over the surface, gentle hints of the pressure within.

Khia leans forward, to rest her hands on her knees, and watch, wide-eyed... and now even wider at the sight of the first hatchling. "Faye!" the girl squeals, "The first hatchling! Look! Look!" Sentanta eyes her 'pet curiously, even though she knows of the hatchling and is completely aware of what's happening about her.

On the sands, Tovanis gives Lis a one-shouldered, careless shrug. "Yep, it's brown."

Callista says, "It's one of the most beautiful dragons I've ever seen.""

Tosus hears her question in the distance, lost in the rapture. Eventually, the words reach him, and he turns to her grinning. "Aye, but not as much as you"

On the sands, Pyrene jumps and sighs with relief. "Brown! See it? I knew it! Brown!" That's a good omen, and she tugs on hands. OK, so she was wrong baout which egg would hatch, but she'll choose not to bring that up.

Arizona smiles at Callista.

"Oh, a brown."  And all this time Aali was hoping for a bronze.  She sure could use a little luck around here.  Another sigh comes from the greenrider as she leans forward in her seat to try and improve the slightly blurred images and faces that she sees on the Sands.

On the sands, Shaela chews her lip nervously and slips her hand into that of the brownrider's, "I'm not sure. For her sake, I hope so." Violet gaze is set on the petite young Candidate once more, and the goldrider sighs. "Lesh, you really do look awful." She gets back to the topic at hand.

On the sands, Gekoki giggles nervously at Tovanis, "Which one? Oh!" That last word is a squeal as a dragonet explodes onto the Sands. Brown. "Brownbrownbrown." Her levity is belied by her grip on Lylia's hand, her own hand white with the effort.

Loren notices the eggs wiggling eggs and the new hatchling. "Go! Find a good rider! Woo-hoo!" Maybe she had a bit to much klah today..

Araxanthe smiles, wondering if it has impressed yet... she can't quite see...

On the sands, Quedista intakes another breath sharply, mangaging to squeak out, "Tyara!  IT's a-hatchling!"  Obviously.  But apparently it's the only thought that there's room for in Quedista's mind at the moment.

Cyry crosses her fingers, "Khayet, come on!" she yells, "Come on Khay." she whispers to herself.

On the sands, Khayet looks up, "Oh, handsome, isn't he?"

Brell falls asleep.  
Brell has disconnected.

On the sands, Tyrodinth rumbles softly, welcoming his first son to the open world. Encouraging him too - 'go on, find your lifemate' seems to be contained in that rumble.

Arizona gazes intently at the sands, rubbing her fingers together nerviously.

Araxanthe crosses her fingers for Mharida... and Khayet...

Sudanna walks in.

Cristen crosses her fingers for Tellia.

Miny says, "Chayath! It's your first hatchling! Aren't you proud???"

"Pyrah!"  Hand is waved in greeting -- Silvera twists about, the silly grin still in place.  "Come 'ere!  Sit next to me -- do you know any of the candidates?  Did you hear?  My cousin is standing -- oh, look, the first hatchling."  Rider rambles, turning back to the sands.  "What do you think of 'im?  Should be a green.  Greens should always hatch first.  Dey lucky, y'know."  And Silvera's not slightly biased, really.

Loren cheers and leans forward on the railing.

Miralia plants her feet firmly on floor in an attempt not to fall over, staring unblinkinglly at the little brown.

On the sands, Auri will /not/ let this disappoint her. So it's a brown. It's not /too/ brown. Therefore, she doesn't mention it. "It's a perty draggie..." she ventures, her usual ear-blasting voice lowered to a shrill whisper. She does a shuffle hop, following Khayet's advice, clutching wildly at Quedista's hand.

On the sands, Tyara grins weakly at Quedista, eyes not leaving the brown hatchling. "Oh, I never realized they were so..." She is unable to find words and just stares at the brown hatchling. "So.. wonderful," she finally concludes.

On the sands, Liseria gives Tovanis one more look, brows raised again disdainfully. "Uh-huh." Quara only gets a glare; Lis doesn't have to hear her to know what she's saying. Toes kick and sand again, flaunting their bare-ness while trying to cool themselves.

Reythn jumps up and down, "Khay-et!Khay-et!Khay-et!Khay-et!Khay-et!Khay-et!"

Callista rubs her hands nervously gazing at her freind.

On the sands, Tellia nods breathlessly at Mhari, giving the brown the once-over before turning her gaze once more to the Stands.  Surely she knows someone up there...  "Oh, lookit!"  She squeezes the other Candidates hand, pointing up at a particular section of the Galleries.  "There're some of the people from the Hall!  Cristen, and...  Oh, my friends're here!"  Of course, the rest of Pern is here, too, but she's just ignoring that for the time being.

On the sands, Lylia hopes she doesn't squeeze poor Gekoki's hand off. She's a bundle of energy, feet hoping, hand clutching.... "Loook.." Now her words are only a whisper, her eyes darting around. All her friends. Here. And eggs. "This is happening... this is happening...."

On the sands, Full Moon Egg rests quiescent no longer. Now. It is time. A silvery shadow gleams along the curve of the shell, expanding in the form of silvery cracks that spiderweb across the sky.  A howl, somewhere, pierces the stillness, and then, the moon rises in a glittering eruption, and its lone occupant steps forth.  
    Reluctant Werewolf Blue Dragonet
    A wolf in dragon's clothing is he, from his overbite's protruding fangs to the expressive twitch of his waggly, woogly tail.  Each movement defines him as predator-incarnate: each lupine line draws out the muscular coil of withers and haunch, marking the skulking lines of belly, lower legs, and oh-so-quiet paws. Wings are low and lean, held close to his well-spiked spine; their sails are alight with the pale wash of the full moon.  As if heeding an instinctive, tenacious call, acrid blue howls as cerulean-smoke, curling and coiling from the shadows about his sharp-taloned feet to the tip of his twitching muzzle.

Araxanthe looks at Silvera.  "Your cousin??!! Well, then, it's sure she'll impress!"

Cyry looks at her sister, not knowing she would cheer Khay on like this. Joins her "Khay-et!Khay-et!Khay-et!Khay-et!Khay-et!Khay-et!Khay-et!"

On the sands, Chayath tears her gaze from her favoured egg to scan the infantile image of the brown dragonet, her first. A mother's proud approval is given, and a croon of encouragement. Go, find your mate.

On the sands, Pyrene manages to calm down again. Brown, yes. We've figured that out now. She nudges Tyara absently, "Ugly aren't they when they hatch? Not wonderful at all... oh, ugh. Blue... And oh..." She doesn't like that one. "Reminds me of Wiranth somehow."

Loren gleefully leans on the railing, cheering on dragonets and cand'ies alike. "Go Liseria! Khayet! Woo-hoo!"

Callista says, "Oh look look."

Miralia clasps her hands together excitedly. "A blue!" she squeaks out before forcibly calming herself down.

Khrysa glances over to the girl that keeps cheering on Khay and wonders what she has to do with her brother. She looks to the sands as she hears her brother barely..."Come on Khay." She glares at Reythn, "Shush...gee how is one supposed to hear what is on going on down there with you acting like a wherry!" Khayet's younger sister glances to Cyry as well.

On the sands, L'shil hisses, pleased, to the other riders. "Brown. Good sign, that. Right, Yiddae?" Smirking he isn't, quite, but his grin is edged by it as he momentarily forgets his dilemma -- until Shaela comments on it again. "I didn't want to come like this," he mutters, "but I didn't want to not be here to support you just becuase I couldn't find my Hatching-Day outfit. I'm sorry. You got first priority. I didn't even stop to think before coming."

Kayla grins at the next hatching. "How handsome!"

Hyshn walks in.

Arizona is almost trembling with excitement as she grins at her friend, unable to find words.

Aylamaria joins in the chanting for Khayet.

Miny gasps. "The smallest egg! It... HATCHED! Wow!Wowwowwowwow!!!"

On the sands, Mharida peers up to the galleries obligingly, venturing a small wave, aimed in the general direction Tellia indicates. "How nice of them all, to come and see us." She seems almost bemused at the situation she finds herself in, eyes darting this way and that. "And another, look. They're all coming now."

On the sands, Tovanis points out, "That one's blue." It's obvious, isn't it? And he glances towards Pyrene, because, well, so does everyone else, most likely.

Cyry keeps chanting, the 3 chanting on for Khayet.

On the sands, Tyara giggles as soon as the blue hatches. "Oh, Pyrene, a blue!" she says, loud enough for it to be heard over the general noise. "But really, isn't he pretty??"

Pyrah plops into the indicated seat, amiable smile spreading across her expression.  "I don't know 'em," she admits, "although I know the weyrwoman a bit, from when she was in Ista.  Shaela."  She peers towards the sands again.  "Your cousin?  Is she, really?  Well, I'm sure she'll Impress."  The woman offers another grin, adding, "Green, too."

On the sands, "Ooooh, a blue," D'renn approves. Of course.

Reythn doesn't care what anyone thinks, she's staying behind one of her sister's best friends.

On the sands, Quedista gasps as another spills forth, and her hand and face drain of all color as she grips both hands that she's holding, now unable to breath at all.  She would comment on it, but without breath, that's difficult.

Araxanthe gazes at the hatchlings, hoping somehow that one might just look up into the crowd and see her... and impress her?  I don't think so...

Mayina can barley see anything on the sands, all thses tall people stNding over her. She swings her head wildly around, searching for someone she knows, or at least another dolphincrafter..

Rita glances at the blue, "Oh." She says, slightly dissapointed. then turns to watch Auri, "AURI! AURI!" She shouts, "YOU CAN DO IT AURI!!!" She shrieks at the former-brat.

"Another!" Khia declares to Faye, tugging at her arm again in her usual excited mood. "Eww. Aren't dragons gooey when they hatch?" she remarks, adding, "But they're bigger than I thought!"

Tosus grins. "Oh, someday I'd like to be among them..." he mutters, lost in the magi of the moment.

On the sands, Quara snorts at Khayet's comment. "No, he's dead drunk is what he is. And I thought I'd left drunks at Keroon, too," she adds, the latter quieter than her sally. "There, now, that's a much better dragon," she adds, satisfactorily, as the next hatchling is blue. "He's like Gavin. Only... not as dancy." She smiles to the fellow, patently ignoring the brown in his favor.

Kayla nods, faintly hearing Tosus's comment.

On the sands, "Pyreeene!" Lylia winks at the nanny-candidate from across the sands, her eyes now darting between the blue hatchling and the brown. "Whoa...." Who knew they'd hatch so fast? Or at least it seems so to her.

Hyshn rushes over, "Cristen! Am I late?" she gasps, running over to her apprentice friend. Glancing frantically at the sands she searches for Tellia, the only herder that she knows of, at least, that is a condidate.

Miny looks at the two hatchlings. "Oh..wow...oh...wow....."

On the sands, Blue. Blueblueblue. Breathless, Maurin watches, forgetting the heat searing the soles of his feet through his thin sandals.

On the sands, Helston Flora Dance Egg rolls a bit, sand piling in its wake as it rocks away from its brothers.  Soon.

Reythn spots Mayina and picks her up, resting her on her shoulders then sits so she doesn't block everyone's view but she is tall enough for May to see.

On the sands, Pyrene sends glares all round at whoever maybe looking at her. "No." Never going to happen. But she steps back a little... just in case.

Araxanthe hopes the first will impress soon...

Loren pauses for a moment and takes a sip of slightly warm water from a skin, then resumes cheering for her new friend's friends.

On the sands, Liseria tries the strategy of stepping on her robe's hemline, but as soon as she can get barely one toe on, an unnerving 'rrrrip' forces her to abandon that approach quickly. Her hand just squeezes Pyrene's, a muttered comment of 'Scary' passed to her fellow Candidate.

On the sands, Khayet chuckles a bit to Quara, "Dizzy, not drunken.....

On the sands, Tellia swallows convulsively, turning back to the Hatching now that she's recognized someone.  And seen how big the crowd is - and she's in plain sight, too...  "Yeah.  First a brown, and now a blue - "  The girl cuts off, glancing about the Sands again.  "But when're the greens gonna Hatch?"

Galiwyn walks in.

On the sands, Auri's little mouth opens in an 'o' shape. A blue. "Blues are perty..." she says. Unconsciously, eyes dart to Pyrene. Didn't Nanrene say they were evil though? She shrinks closer to the candidate next to her in fear. "Please don't eat me or my wherry..." she whispers.

On the sands, Reluctant Werewolf Blue Dragonet joins the dark brown on the hunt and lands out of his egg on paws so big and quiet.  He starts forward, pauses, scents the air, and then prowls forwards with a happy low growling: hunthunthunthunthunt. Candidates are such easy prey.

On the sands, Gekoki shivers, and then bursts out again, throttling that poor hand of Lylia's, "Another one! And it's a blue." Of course, she looks over to Pyrene, whose opinions on blues are well-known. And she wasn't at the first Hatching, so she didn't get to see. She starts the Candidate dance almost unconsciously; up until now she'd been concentrating on standing still...

"A brown," Faye murmurs, pointing out the competely obvious. She covers her gaping mouth with one hand and widens her eyes, then in a muffled voice, "Blue!" Her two blues chirple excitedly at that colour. "Khia, look!" Erm. Faye, Khia probably /is/ looking. "They /are/ much bigger than I thought, too," she murmurs, gazing dreamily at the dragonets, and the other eggs.

Cristen practically claws at Hyshn.  "It's a blue!  And a brown!  And Tellia's out there, and she saw me!  It's so exciting!"  She leaves S'ky out of the conversation as she bounces up and down in her seat.

Galiwyn  finds a seat

On the sands, Tyara chuckles in Lylia's direction, then grins to the the other Candidates. At least those who knows Pyrene's approach towards blues.. Quedista's hand is clutched forcefully, although the nanny-Candidate's face is rather calm compared to some.

Rita then grins at Pyrene, "NANRENE!!!!!!!!!" She zhrieks wildly, "C'mon NANNY PYRENE!!!!!" She shrieks at her, she says without a trace of embarrasment.

On the sands, Frosh Day Egg trembles then, shivering as hairline cracks creep exorably over it's pale shell.

On the sands, Vampiric Teetotaller Brown Dragonet tumbles from his shell, and quickly gets to his feet, sturdy for one so young. Tail lashes, hesitant at first, a test, gaining confidence. A soft croon of greeting to his parents, again, unsure, then increasing in volume. And then, he sets his infant gaze on the sea of white.

Khrysa glances to her father, "I hope Khayet gets a brown or a bronze..." She smiles brightly in pride of her brother, he's the one she looks up too of course and her reason for running away from her birth hold.

Araxanthe cheers on Mharida and Khayet.  "Impress..." she wills them... "Please, for me..." she whispers.

On the sands, Solar Eclipse Egg is silent still in its blackness, immobile and unthreatening.

Loren cheers. "Go! Go little hatchlings!"

Arizona grins at the brown dragonet. "Look at that!", she exclaims to her friend.

"Ooh, do you think?"  Look at Silvera fawn.  Fingers pluck, playing with her tunic, before freezing.  "Say, she waved -- hey, Mharida!"  Hand is lifted, and shaken in the air.  Gee.  Someone is excited -- anyone would think it were Silvera on the sands.  "Shaela?  You know, I don't think we've ever met.  Hmp."  Lips press together, in a faint frown, fading as she gives a slight shrug of her shoulders.  "Oh well.  By the way, did you need a lift back, after the hatching?  I'll be staying for the feast and celebration -- of course! -- but Zorry and I'd be more than happy to take you home afterwards."

On the sands, Quedista takes a large breath to compensate for all those which were missed.  "Oh, Tyara, they're hatching." is gasped as she makes the astute observation.  She doesn't even notice the pressure on her hand as she watches the eggs.

On the sands, Mharida grins, indicating a couple of eggs with a general wave of her hand. "Some of them're small, so they'll probably be f greens, I suppose. They'll come." Those dragonets who have hatched are watched with interest, their movements tracked until some other distractions takes her attention.

Khajad gently taps his fist on his knee, he's more nerveous it seems than his lad out there. "Well, time'll tell it out lass.....Time'll tell it out...."

Hyshn dodges Cristen's clawing, silent as she watches the activity on the sands, her eyes exited and large, taking in as much of the scene as possible.

Etain comes up the stairs.

Araxanthe womders if she's a bad influence on the hatchlings.  "I'm sorry.." she softly apaologises...

Miny cheers for the hatchlings and the candies and Chayath, "Go! Go! Impress! YAY!"

On the sands, Siwillowy was watching the brown warily, her fingers idly making a cross beneath her teh folds of her robes. But it is the blue that chatches her attention and she sucks in a low breath of appreciation. "Oh he is sooooooo handsome", she croons to nearby Tovanis. "Don't you think he's handsome?"

On the sands, Tyara nods at Quedista's words. They are, aren't they? But the dark one still isn't moving.. green eyes flick from blue to brown hatchling, eager to see who they'll choose.

On the sands, Quara chuckles. "He's more ferocious, to be certain," she remarks, to whoever will listen. "Wonder what 'e's hunting for? Or who, rather," she appends, before she eyes the brown again. "Huh. What's he waiting for?" she murmurs.

Reythn hands Mayina to Cyry and walks out, she's got to go.

Aylamaria is so excited that she hugs Loren and Cyry, closests to her.

On the sands, Tellia raises her free hand to her face, giggling somewhat nervously.  "Ooh, that blue...  Is he /growling/?"  She shakes her head once.  And she thought all dragons could do is croon and creel...  "Greens had better come - they're pretty!"  But of course, she doesn't have a preference of anything...

On the sands, Pyrene keeps one eye on brown, one on blue... leaning toward brown--and /away/ from blue. "And if that blue comes this way we're /moving/," she murmurs to Tya and Lis. "I'm not giving D'renn the pleasure of seeing me mauled by one."

"Blue, not exactly my favorite," Khia critizes. "I like brown and green most... but I don't think there's a gold in this clutch. Nope," she shrugs, still gaping at the sands, not even flicking her glance elsewhere.

Mayina wonders why there are people picking her up....

Galiwyn walks out.

Etain just got in here and yahns, "I love all colours."

On the sands, Tovanis loiters, shifting from one sandal to the other, just watching. Blue and brown... Hmm.

On the sands, Reluctant Werewolf Blue Dragonet continues moving forwards to music only he can hear. A step this way, a sidle along and around and egg, a quick burst of speed towards a group of candidates and then shying away from them at the last minute. No. Not quite right. Not quite.

Araxanthe is going after the first impression is made...

Cyry is squished, "ACK! Holy! How did  Reyth pick you up Mayina? My sister is strange sometimes only she's strong." shocked at her sister,

On the sands, Liseria snickers - politely, of course - at Siwillowy's mooning over that blue. Then, attention turns to Pyrene. "Aye, it's fierce-looking. And I wouldn't want you to get /mauled/, Pyrene!" she adds with a cheery chirp. Strange child, yep.

Reythn falls asleep.  
Reythn has disconnected.

On the sands, Helston Flora Dance Egg shifts again, minute crack feathering along its curve.

On the sands, Siwillowy repeats for herself then, regardless of Tovanis. "He /is/ handsome." Not like some people.

On the sands, Tyara smirks in Pyrene's direction, tilting her head at the blue hatchling. "Aww Py, but he's so pretty," she repeats, "he doesn't look like he could maul anyone." Well he does, but no reason telling Pyrene that..

On the sands, Quedista holds her head up higher than usual, now that she's gained her breath, she's decided to make herself not look nervous.  Not that it's working as her hand muscles give out, and she can only loosely hang onto Auri and Tya.

On the sands, D'renn wouldn't /really/ want to see Pyrene mauled, and he's keeping a sharp eye on both the blue and the brown. "What d'you think, R'sli? Want to swap jobs after all?"

Araxanthe gazes at Chayath, wondereing if the dragon can hear her thoughts.  "Chayath, you've clutched beautifully..." she thinks hard.

On the sands, Gekoki shivers at the talk of hunting. She wasn't really aware that that was part of what Candidacy entailed. Maybe if she were to stand very still - like so - they won't notice her. It only works if her partners help her, though. Through teeth clenched with the effort of not hopping about in pain, she mutters to Lylia and the Candie on her other hand, "Don't move... Please? Don't let them hurt me..."

Pyrah can't help but grin.  "Definately," she assures.  "She's a green-girl."  Nevermind that Pyrah's never actually met the Candidate, herself.  A moment of relative silence passes as she observes the happenings upon the sands before, graciously, she says, "I'd love one.  Shas had to leave early, so it looks like I'm without a ride.  I'd appreciate one."

On the sands, "I'm a big girl..." Auri begins once more, then looks up at Quedista. "But the draggies are bigger. Will they hurt us, Queddie? They're too pretty to hurt us, I think."

On the sands, Khayet glances again to Maurin, then down the line.  Have to be sure no one falls out.  Ok, so it's not really his job, but it give him something to do.  Well, other than watching where that tricky blue dashes to and from.

Miny's eyes are wide! "GO! GO!"

Mayina looks a bit bewildered. "Ohhh..I have no idea what she was doing....I was standing here, trying to see over people's heads, ad all of a sudden I'm picked up..." she sdakes her head.

Miralia fingers her hair, making parts of it resemble more frizz than anything. Nervous habit...

On the sands, Lylia meeps slightly, hoping to survive the evening without throttling a fewllow candidate. The blue, it's moving, it's searching.... the brown is on the hunt too? Suddenly, she jumps higher, trying to ignore the pain in her bare feet. "Gekoki.... what do you think will be next?" Yes, keep her mind off the moment. She does put a hand on Geko's shoulder. "Don't worry. We can hide behind the others." Logic, really.

On the sands, Quara is tense as a harpstring with nerves as the pair eye the crowd, and she shuffles a bit further from Liseria, an icy glare cast in the other's direction. Sad, to spare time from the Hatching for petty fights, but she does.

On the sands, Pyrene favours Siwillowy with a bemused glance. Handsome?? "He's not pretty Tya--he's wrinkled and covered in egg-goo. Even that brown's not pretty right now." she shifts again, gripping those hands tightly. Blood circulation? Who needs it!

On the sands, Vampiric Teetotaller Brown Dragonet scans the pale offering before him -- come, come, there must be something with a little /colour/ to it -- before taking his first prowling steps towards the nearest human. A scan of the tiny Candidate, and he determines that no, Petita is definitely not the one -- not enough life in her. Moving right along..

On the sands, "If Pyrene impresses, then I'll rethink it," the Weyrsecond replies with a grin.

On the sands, Tyara's hand is squeezing Quedista's hand too firmly for it to be loosely holding. She glances past Quedista to smile at Auri. "They won't hurt you, Auri, don't worry."

Faye giggles softly at Khia's comment, though muffled with her hand covering her mouth. "Greens are my absolute favourite, but.. but.. just /look/ - they're /dragons/," she says, emphasizing the, /dragons/ very much. "Ooooohhh," she murmurs again, letting the canine in her now one arm rest.

Etain silenlty wishes her friends luck

On the sands, "Favourably, or not?" D'renn tries to pin R'sli down, pulling the ends of his green shirt out of his checked trousers, and flapping them to stay cool.

On the sands, Tellia's hold on Mharida's hand gradually gets tighter, fingers squeezing a bit more with every hop of her feet.  Any tighter and her knuckles are gonna turn white...  "Ohhh...  Can you believe this is happening?"  Or did she say that once already?  Ah well, doesn't matter.  Nice to be redundant sometimes, right?

On the sands, Liseria finally succumbs to the heat of the Sands, feet alternately digging and flinging sand depending upon how hot her patch of it is getting. Eyes recieve the glare from Quara, but Lis is too busy trying to be ready if anything bareing claws/teeth/anythingsharp comes her way.

On the sands, Quedista smiles reassuringly down at Auri.  "Well, I don't know.  They certainly look capable of mauling us."  So her words weren't as reassuring as her smile, but she cannot tell a lie.

On the sands, R'sli grins, and winks.  "Well, if it's any color but blue, you've got a swap," he says, fanning himself with his book.

Reythn wakes up.  
Reythn has connected.

On the sands, Auri nods knowingly, pink bows bobbing. "I knew it. They're much too pwitty. That oneth kinda pink, ithent it Queddie?" She says, pointing at the brown. Hmm...the temporary lisp is back, which means Auri must be /really/ nervous.

On the sands, Quara snorts as the brown passes the wan childing over, her own bright scarlet curls bobbing as she does. "I doubt that one'd Impress a firelizard, much less a dragon." Her cynical tone is quite nasty, but a thread of stress underlies it, implying a source of her scorn inside herself.

On the sands, Mharida laughs, her free hand battng at Tellia's in an effort to gree up some circulaton. "Don't squash my hand," is hissed good humouredly at her companion, the baker's feet shifting up and down carefully, until one kicks sand into the sandal of the other. Then she resorts to the age old candie dance to try and rid herself of the stuff.

On the sands, Frosh Day Egg trembles some more, rocking irritably. Not much longer, not much longer at all.

On the sands, Lylia wishes for sleeves on her robe, for something to chew on. Suddenly, she calls over to another candidate. "Lis! I don't suppose bare feet was the best idea, huh?" A wry grin does creep up her face. It /seemed/ like a good idea...

Aylamaria looks around at all the people, bewildered and happy.

On the sands, Gekoki pries her eyes from the brown and the blue momentarily, just to scan the eggs. After a second, she says, "Oh, I don't know. That little one that Chayath likes?" as she fastens her eyes back to either the blue or the brown. It changes intermittently.

On the sands, Vampiric Teetotaller Brown Dragonet patrols the row of Candidates, dismissing each one in turn for whatever reason -- he's getting desperately hungry, now. And though some may try to hide, he will find: keen senses and the site of something red attract him to one group of girls. Yes, The One is in here.

On the sands, Maurin returns Khayet's glance nervously, almost anxiously. Hands are probably a pulp now, as Maurin have been clutching them infront of him since they dragons began a-thrumming. Knuckled are white from force of his grip, blending in with his somewhat spotless robe. Whispers run up and down the semi-circle of Candidates, skipping right over Maurin, as he is obviously not the chitter chatter type, keeping his mouth tightly and politely closed.

On the sands, Pyrene glances over to Auri, keeping half a mind on her former charge. Good child's going for brown... she trained her well. "Oh.. he's getting closer," she murmurs, eyes alight with the first hope of the hatching.

On the sands, Siwillowy is watching the weyrwolfish dragonet and goes "Ooo! Look out!" Instinctively she steps in front of the little blue and the candidate, even if the candidate don't thin he's handsome. /She/ does. She finds herself face to face with the dragonet. "Yer not so wrinkly..."

On the sands, Tovanis is clearly relieved - that brown's not stalking him. Running a hand back through his sweaty mop of curls, he scans the girls. Which one?

Callista falls asleep.  
Callista has disconnected.

"She is?  Oh!"  Look at that silly beam -- Silvera doesn't even look like that about her own daughter.  "I hope she does."  Hatchlings are eyed.  "I don't see any greens yet -- can you?  Oh, great!  At the feast... um... if you happen to see any chewy bars, 'n no one is eating them, and such... I don't suppose you could save them for me?  Oh, but I'm hungry.  Don't suppose ye got any food on you?  Oh, doesn't this bring back memories -- remember when we stood?"

Araxanthe has to go... she wishes Mharida luck, and Khayet the same...

On the sands, Tyara is glad she's wearing sandals, that's for sure. Even if they don't help much.. "Hmm, think he's coming this way," she asks Pyrene, her throat suddenly dry.

On the sands, Liseria widens her eyes percievebly - at both Quara and Lylia. "Why, how could you even-" Luckily for the rest of those in earshot, Lis has the sense to clap her mouth shut, or at least in front of People Who Know Her. "But it's /traditional/ Lylia. And it's not that bad... really." Just don't look at how red they're getting.

On the sands, Helston Flora Dance Egg twitches, and jumps just a bit.  Very soon, now.

Alfi walks in.

On the sands, "Oh.  Sorry, Mhari!"  Tellia forces herself to loosen her grip slightly, transferring the nervousness to her breathing instead, which suddenly becomes rather heavy and loud even in her own ears.  "But this is only my third time on the sands, you know."  She draws in her breath suddenly, eyes flicking to the brown.  "Ooh, look - I think he knows who he wants..."

On the sands, Reluctant Werewolf Blue Dragonet had not thought to maul anyone... hrm.. there's an idea. He skirts around in behind a group of candidates and eyes someone pale and skinny and awkward. Nice braid. Hrm... not off to the mall, but off to the mauling? He moves in... and finds himself nose to nose with Siwillowly. Hey. Git out of the way. You're ruining a good mauling.

On the sands, "Could be Geko..." Lylia nods, remembering the littlest egg moving. More movement makes her eyes twist around. The brown's still hunting. "Yeah, I know Lis... 'least it's a good distraction." And it is. Jumping does keep her mind off things.

Arizona stares at the blue dragon, nerviously.

On the sands, Siwillowy will not and does not move. Nope. She stands her ground, the little blue stands his, and they face off for a long, /long/ moment.

Alfi strides into the galleries very quickly, looking frantically for a seat. "Did I miss anything?" she asks nobody in particular.

On the sands, Quedista shakes her head a bit too quickly.  "no, no, Auri, brown, not pink." She attempts to recall anything else she's heard, but the whole things seems a blur of white sound.

On the sands, Quara eyes the brown again. "Oh, no. You're as bad a leech as Durron, aren't you?" she asks it rhetorically, obviously not expecting an answer. "I know your type, saw 'em in the tavern every day, nearly." She rambles on, chattering to drive away the nerves that come, inevitable as the heat.

Aylamaria takes Cyry's hand in excitement.

On the sands, Pyrene sighs in relief as Siwillowy heroically intercepts the blue. "Look, look at Siwillowy..." she nudges those right and left, "I think we just lost another..." But better her than Pyrene, right?

Cyry squizes Ayla's hand, "Good luck Khay, "she whispers.

On the sands, Tovanis turns around.... and growls. "Siwillowy?" That's one good girl gone....

Pyrah looks close, squinting down at the roaming dragonets from her perch.  "I don't," she admits.  "Haven't seen green yet.  Although it looks as if a few of those Candidates might be getting hurt, if they're not careful."  A light chuckle comes next -- "If I see 'em, I'll save 'em," she promises.  "Sands are hot," she states.  "Don't think I'd want to go back.  Even if it was an..experience."

On the sands, Tyara squeezes Quedista's hand some more - surely it must be going numb soon - as the blue walks really close to that girl. "Oh, look," she breaths, nudging Quedista as Pyrene nudges her.

On the sands, Reluctant Werewolf Blue Dragonet is drawn in to those green eyes, even as he draws his Willow into his own wilder swirling eyes. Caged. Caught. Impressed.

On the sands, Khayet quirks a smile of encouragement to Maurin, but then turns just enough to watch the darting blue and shift a long wave of his hair out of his face.  Maybe not braiding it today was a bad idea, after all.

Miny jumps up and down, then quits, relizing she might be blocking someone's view. "Go... go.." she says, quietly. Maybe a dragon will come up here and Impress, but probley not little old me....

On the sands, Reluctant Werewolf Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Siwillowy, and steps forward.

On the sands, Vampiric Teetotaller Brown Dragonet is pleased with any style of robe so long as it leaves the neck pleasantly bare. He nears, slowly at first, then with a viciously quick step he offers himself in an oddly comic baring of fangs to Lylia: this one has everything he needs, and more.

Reythn sits, finally, and takes deep breathes.

On the sands, Vampiric Teetotaller Brown Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Lylia, and steps forward.

On the sands, Frosh Day Egg trembles again as white brightens, the petite ovoid seeming to grow. Rebellion splutters through the delicate shell, leaving rapidly growing cracks in its wake. Fuzzy dashes of other colors separate, hints of academic objects are flung to the sands in defiance. For beneath the surface of reined-in schoolgirl primness, there is a inborn tempest slowly rising. As a final shake sends the remaining remnants of shards flying, the occupant finds herself unfettered at long last.
    Mesmerising Hedonist Gypsy Green Dragonet
    Haunting sea-green ripples across her neck, surging in tempestuous waves up winsomely refined 'ridges and spilling over her withers in a froth that swirls its decadent way down the spine of this devilish little dragon. Her head is that of an elegant sybarite, compact and svelte but highlighted along the jawline with a shimmering smidgen of brass that's echoed in the barest hint of flames licking her slender chest. Sleek but petite, her lithesome form is cloaked in luminous sage dapples that creep up from arrogantly sharp talons and trim belly until velvety moss peeps through to darken her rump. Malachite fades in through slim shoulders, the sumptuous color fanning across gossamer thin 'sails where skeins of coppery bronze are tangled embroidery against wine-red stains. Intricately braided filaments twist and turn about her tail, scintillating metallic hues reflecting -- refracting -- light in a maze of mesmerising mirrors.

On the sands, Mesmerising Hedonist Gypsy Green Dragonet-the whirlwind-and-tempest is on the sands at last. Free from her prison, she shakes off the last fragments of shell and  props back on her haunches, glanceing upwards. Oooh! Mama! Chayath is creeled at afore she tumbles forward, towards the white things so far away.

Cristen screeches.  "Look! They impressed!  It's so awesome.." she's left speechless, allright.

On the sands, Mharida giggles, her free hand patting the hand of Tellia's she keeps in her own, her easy flow of chatting commenting on all that goes on. "Oh, I never did this before, it's very interesting, isn't it? I tink that one over there's making a choice now, and look, that one's walking..."

On the sands, Liseria lets out something along the lines of 'wheeew!' then Siwillowy captures the attentions of the fearsome blue. One down, lots to look out for... "Just think, 'Rene, now the blue won't be coming after /us/." ANd that's a good thing? "Hey look! LYLIA!" Sheesh, and you thought Lis was nice and /quiet/.

Miralia almost slips and falls off her seat. Finally, two impressions!! She cheers loudly. And then another hatchling. This is almost too much for an excited girl to take.

On the sands, 'Willow drops towards the little blue and cradles his fanged head in her hands. "Ozth! Oh Ozth. You /are/ handsome." She doesn't care what anyone else says. He is. He's great. He's hers.

On the sands, Pyrene cheers dutifully for Siwillowy then /shrieks/ for Lylia. "Lylia!! Oh congrats!" hands detach from her neighbours long enough to applaud delightedly, then grab on again. "Green now..."

Tosus sighs as the candidates begin to Impress, wrapping his arm around Kayla's shoulders as he watches the magic of the Impression.

On the sands, Lylia freezes. Him, he's there, he's hers.... "Druseth!" Joyously, she yells the name. Her dear Druseth... She drops to him, eyes happily peering up at her fellow candidates. Druseth...

Alfi jumps up at the spatter of noise. "Impression, right? Who?!" She peers down. "Lylia?" GRIN! "YAAAAY! What's his name?!"

On the sands, Helston Flora Dance Egg twitches in an unseen wind.  Tiny cracks appear, jagged lightning against the pale curve of the shell.  Suddenly, the flowers are blown flat as the shell explodes, and its majestic occupant steps forward. He has arrived.
    Majestic Lord of Nature Bronze Dragonet  
    At first glance, this dragon's hide is of dusky earth, the arid hue of Eastern deserts seeming to depict each exquisitely defined muscle of his large slender body, perfectly proportioned despite his great size. Yet, beneath the dullness of initial impressions can be seen his greater majesty: the glow of old bronze seeps through dusty striations to gleam with ever-increasing brilliance upon neck ridges and then down over the strong back and haunches, only to mingle with other ores of beauty and rarity - gold, brass, copper - dappling along his sides and belly and blending together to form a metallic sheen to his 'sails. A crown twines over his brow, unusual markings which sit in lopsided splendor between honeyed head knobs, shading the mischievous sparkle of whirling orbs in a classically handsome face marked by a touch of a roman god's pride and dignity in his expression. Large he is for a dragonet, but not for him the usual clumsiness. Fluid grace marks his passing, an almost fairy-like quality to his gait.

On the sands, Auri's head swerves abruptly. "Lylias? Yay! You got a draggie!" She claps, hoping that that one doesn't quite eat her friend.

On the sands, Yes. Siwillowy can keep the blue from getting Gekoki. Of course, there's always that brown. But he chose someone. And she's Lylia! Not letting go of the hand as she should, she squeaks, "Lylia! Hurrah!" With a guilty start she lets go of Lylia's hand. Go ahead, keep your hand if it pleases you...

Etain eyes open very VERY wide "Lylia impressed" she says softly "Lylia,Congrats!"

On the sands, Tyara gasps loudly. "Oh Faranth. Lylia!" she cries out, jumping up and down. "Pyrene, Lylia..." she tries to explain, but is all too excited, especially since the small egg just cracked. A green? "Look, a green!"

"Wow, but she's brave.  I wouldn't want to stand in front of a dragonet, myself -- I mean, she coulda got hurt, you're right... oh, they Impressed.  Well, she's lucky, I think -- green!  Green, green, green!"  Silvera shifts in her seat, hands clapping together.  "Best colour -- aw, she's pretty, too.  Nice names.  Not as good as Zoryanth, but they're still nice names, don't you think?"

Khajad murmers, "There are bound to be other browns...that's the one he drempt about, isn't it? Browns?

Aife comes up the stairs.

Khia gasps, almost shrieking. "Meep! Look Faye!" she tries grab Faye's attention again, "Oh! It's a pretty little green! And look! A bronze! Ooh."

Kayla smiles, slipping her own arm aound Tosus absently.

Alfi bounces, very excited. Ista was great, but these are ALL her friends. "LYLIA!!!!" Then, peering down again, "GREEN! And BRONZE!"

On the sands, "Go, Lylia!" Tellia calls across to the newly Impressed - not that she could be heard over the ruckus, much less by Lylia - who's surely concentrating more on her dragon now...  "Oh, this is your first time to Stand?  Ooh, a green!  And bronze!"  Yup, talking definately helps with the nervousness...

Miny shouts, "Go! Go! Yay! A dragon... no, two dragons Impressed! Go Candies!"

Miralia plants herself back on her seat, gripping the edge. "Bronze..." is whispered exictely.

Khrysa glances to her father quietly, a bit of fear in her eyes. She glances to the sands again to Khayet.

Sandrea walks in.

On the sands, Quedista gasps at the new green hatching.  "Green." Her speech has obviously been simplified by the stress which she now continues to try to mask.  "oh, Lylia."

Aylamaria is so happy to be here that she lets go of Cyry's hand and claps as a little girl.

Cristen correscts all 'go candie' remarks.  "Go, Weyrlings!"

On the sands, Majestic Lord of Nature Bronze Dragonet steps forward from the remnants of his shell, carefully examining himself before stepping forward grandly.  See?  Turning his wings slightly, he allows all the candidates to drink in his splendour.

On the sands, Quara looks vaguely relieved as the brown finds someone else to attach himself to, and a word or two of congratulations are murmured in Lylia's direction. Her every move is the opposite of Liseria's, quiet and polite. "Hey, bronze. Not that I could Impress him, but..." she giggles almost hysterically, the stress far too much.

On the sands, Liseria chants, mantra-like: "Lylia, Druseth. Lylia, Druseth." Sigh. But first, we must scan the eggs for more dangers, yes? But this time, there isn't too many... "Green, and bronze! And they're... they're beautiful!" Well, compared to the other ones. "Oh, 'Rene, look at 'em!"

"Of course," Pyrah agrees.  "Nice names, nice dragons.  Although that green certainly is a looker."  A pause; hastily, then, she covers up: "Nothing quite like Zoryanth, though."  Considering, she eyes Silvera's cousin.  "Think she'll end up with that green?"

On the sands, Pyrene never believed Lis was nice and quiet--she's known her too long. "And bronze! I said that egg wouldn't be blue," she chirps brightly. Yes, she's calmed down now, can't you tell by that glazed smile? "I see 'em Lis... you still there Tya?"

On the sands, Maurin would be falling over about now. Yep. Right...about.../now/. Except he's held firmly upright by a neighbouring hand. "Not the time to pass out--Bronze!" And hand promptly leaves the ex-drudge's shoulder, causing him to stumble slightly, toes catching on the edge of his too long robe. Lylia Impressed and gone...And a green and /bronze/ hatching. His breath completely leaves him, and heart seems to stop for at least a good long minute...Which was more like about three seconds. "/Bronze/." One word, stutter free is murmured, and blue eyes widen once more. Oo. Ee. Aa.

Khrysa glances as she nudges her father, "Look a bronze...I hope he Impresses to Khayet...imagine that father?"

Miny shouts, "Green! Adn... and .... Bronze!" She looks at the new Weyrlings. Wow!

Cyry grabs Reythn's hand, needing to squize something in excitment, "Please oh please let Khayet get a bronze or Brown. I miss him not being around to talk to but I want him to be happy."

On the sands, Mesmerising Hedonist Gypsy Green Dragonet doesn't rush, although she's not slow in her movements. Round an unhatched sibling... there! She finds what she seeks - the Candidates from which she must choose. The nearest lad is glanced at, then dismissed in an instant. Instead, she spins away to peer at another. A lanky lass from the Smithcraft. No, not her - but who?

On the sands, "I like browns," Shaela smiles contentedly watching the pairing become official: Lylia and Druseth. A nice name for an interesting brown. "Even if some of them don't have their brains in gear most of the time," she adds as a mutter. For all she loves L'shil, he's such a silly!

Faye tries to cover her mouth even more, but fails, her arm just dropping limply, almost lifelessly. "Look," she whispers, attempting to use her canine-covered arm to point at Lylia and Siwillo - 'Willow. She pales slightly, widening her eyes at teh newly hatched dragonets. "Oh, bronze - and a /green/!"

Alfi cries again. "Druseth!" Then, oohing at the bronze, she seems to lose the green. It's a rilly NICE bronze. But the green is, too....The bronze is bigger...she could watch him. But all her goodgood friends could end up with the green. Siiigh.

On the sands, Tyara sends Liseria an excited grin. "Oh look at that bronze," she says then, nodding at Pyrene. Yup, still here.. "Oh, and the green!" This candidate's mind is about to explode.

Miny looks at the Candidates left. "If I was down there... no way I'd Impress......."

Etain says, "Go Druseth"

On the sands, Lylia is still alive, really. But she's miles away... She is Druseth's, and that's all she can feel. Once more, she manages to grin weakly at her fellow candidates. If only they all can find their lifemate...

On the sands, Tovanis grumbles under his breath. Lylia... and Siwillowy... and now a bronze and a green have appeared. Scuffing his left foot in the dust, he draws staright lines with the tip of his sandal.

On the sands, Auri just coos. "Greeeeeeen..." she practically purrs out, with a zombie-like expression, blue eyes unblinking. "Green is perty. Yah-huh..."

Aylamaria looks at Loren beside her and whistels to herself as a little inspiration hits.

On the sands, Majestic Lord of Nature Bronze Dragonet eyes the candidates with a keen look.  So these are the ones.  Well, to the task, then.  And he steps forward, moving along line slowly, examining each as thoroughly as his green sister.

Aife is late, of course, nevermind she's been listening to those dragons hum ever since they started.  "What've I missed?" she asks breathlessly, scooting through and around people looking for a place to sit.

On the sands, Candidates? For D'renn? "Over here!" the Weyrlingmonster bellows. "Lylia.... Willow!"

Cyry scrambles to Aife, "Beside me!" she ushes Aife to the seat.

"Not quite like Zoryanth, you're right.  But pretty."  Silvera leans forward, peering, a hand lifing to shade her eyes.  "Maybe good enough.  Maybe.  But there'll be other greens -- what if one of them is better?  Mharida deserves the best, y'know.  She's my cousin."  How many times has Silvera /mentioned/ that? 

W'ark edges in from one of the nearby ledges.

Alfi turns to Aife for a second. "LYLIA! Brown!" Then, she rivets her attention to the drama on the sands once more. "Go Geko," she calls now. And go everyone else, but Geko was awfully loud at Ista's hatching..

Aylamaria says, "Hi Aife!"

On the sands, Tyara agrees with Auri actually, but you can't tell from her face which is surprisingly calm. "Ohh, I wonder who he'll choose," she mumbles, peering at the bronze, then the green, then that egg which just isn't moving..

Khrysa stands up from her seat as she looks to the sands and smiles, "Khay, that bronze's handsome...I hope you get him my brother." The young girl seems bouncy and cheerful.

On the sands, Mharida adds her own congratulations to those of the others,  Each movement of  the dragonets is watched with interest, pointed out with an endless tream of chatter to t Tellia. "Isn't this exciting? I'll quite miss everyone, don't you think, when I'm back cooking."

On the sands, Khayet uses his hair as an excuse to wipe some sweat from his forehead.  After all, the aubourn waves keep getting in the way, making it hard to keep an eye on, well, everything.  He smiles slightly to the green, reminds him of a certian lady he knows.....well, until his ever shifting eyes fall back on the bronze, watching the careful considering.

On the sands, Gekoki grits her teeth, but forces herself to cross the distance between herself and the next Candidate over. "May I hide behind you?" is the question asked of Tellia, quietly and squeakily. Quara, on Geko's other side if she can hide behind Tellia, is given a wan smile.

On the sands, Quara has little interest in bronze, but she eyes the green speculatively. "I always did like green as a color." Still, she watches the bronze's movements avidly, knowing she need not worry about this one.

On the sands, Liseria keeps her eyes plastered on the forms of dragon-beings. A thing of beauty is a joy forever, or at least until the next things hatch. Detatching herself from Pyrene for a second, she runs her fingers through drying tangles, finger-combing the brassy things into something managable. Then it's back to clamping on Pyrene.

On the sands, Quedista watches the two new riders yelled at.  Oh, now she feels the blood leave her hand as the feeling shuts off.  She grasps tyara's harder, anyway.

On the sands, 'Willow hears that, even through the din of the hatching. "C'mon Ozth. Over here. This way." And the little blue follows her as if already tamed. At least until the moons rise again. Arooooo!

Alfi, Aife, it's too confusing.

Khia nudges Faye once again, not even thinking the least bit about any chance of her beginning to be annoying. "Wow! I wonder if I'd impress if I were on those sands, huh? I'll be so excited!" the girl seems to go on and on, seeming to be full of things to say. "But of course, would you really think that they would really ask me to go on the sands?" she ponders aloud.

W'ark picks his way through the crowd, late as usual.  "What's the score on bronzes?  How many?" the rider immediately wants to know, of course.  What other color could be as important?

On the sands, Mesmerising Hedonist Gypsy Green Dragonet moves along a bit further. Black hair? No? But a glind of blond catches her attention and she continues. Swift on her feet - it's not an uncontrolled rush. Just a stormy one. She has this glimmering feeling, like she knows who she wants now.

Not enough, surely.  "The best," Pyrah repeats.  "I'm sure she'll get the best, too.  And I think that th'un's definately one of the best to come along in awhile."  Caught up in the action, she leans forward a bit and wonders, "Who's she lookin' at?"

On the sands, Tellia snickers slightly at Mhari.  "How do you know you won't Impress, Mha?"  Another soft laugh erupts toward Gekoki - maybe the Candidate's getting giddy already? - along with a "Sure!  Doubt I'll hide much of you, though.  'Specially dancing back and forth like this..."  Smiling wryly, she gestures down at her feet, moving almost faster than her heart now.  Almost.

On the sands, Tyara can't feel Que's grasp since her own is so hard. She holds her breath as the green hatchling seems more determined now.. "Choose, choose," she chants under her breath.

On the sands, Pyrene watches teh green--it's that mesmerising thing you know... and teh bronze will hopefully pay attention to the male clusters anyway. "She looks as if she's actually got some brains for a hatchling..." she comments. she's just out to provoke now, relaxation technique.

On the sands, Quara returns Geko's smile, her own barely brighter, and rather fabricated. "Fun, eh?" she asks the other Kerooner, as events continue to rush by in a whirl.

Aylamaria says, "Loren this is so wonderful!"

Alfi decides to focus on the green. Heck, she /wants/ that green. But no chance there...Gazing at all her Candidate friends between the green's motions, she cheers to them all, hoping they'll hear. "GEKOOO! PYREEEENE! AURRRIIIII! TYARRAAAAA!"

Loren nods, and watches the cand'ies and dragonets.

Aife squishes small blue-clad body, along with a firelizard or three, onto the bench next to Cyry where she's directed.  "Here's where the Harpers are?" she greets, still trying to catch her breath, not to mention lean waaay forward and get a good look at the Sands.

Cyry looks at the bronze, "Oooohhhh mmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy ... perdy .. Khayet ... da da da da dats a perdy bronze." she stutters, knowing Khay can't hear her but still,.

On the sands, Mharida laughs, shaking her head. "Me? I'm just a cook, here for Yiddae. She only put me in the barracks befcause there was nowhere else. I won't actually /impress/, you see." All this is stated matter of factly. That's the way shelikes it. It makes sense that way.

On the sands, Winter Solstice Egg waits in the shadow of sire and dam, as dark as the winter's longest, coldest night. Only there's colors there, and hue and tone, and it glimmers as the dragonet moves inside.

On the sands, Maurin tugs at his robe, uncovring sandal clad toes briefly before the white material drops, no longer snagged on his feet. "Isn't he a beaut', Maurin?" The boy next to him whispers, eyes sparkling as the two watch the movements of the hatchling. Not trusting his voice, Maurin nods dumbly. After a moment he stammers quietly, "Like Puk...My 'lizard." He explains at a curious glance from the other boy.

On the sands, Quedista gently sways back and forth, trying not to fall over.  All of the nervousness seems suddenly in her head, as she gets a slight headache.  Oh, now would be just the best time.

On the sands, Liseria quirks a brow Pyrene-wards, "Of course they've got brains. Some are just more brainful than others." This is stated authoratively, even if she did have to make up her own adjective. Her empty hand tugs at her robe, flapping a bit of air down the collar of it.

Faye prods Khia with her elbow, irritated. "I know, Khia, I know." She blinks for a moment and allows her gaze to swiftly look at her friend. "Maybe," comes her murmured reply as her eyes lock back onto the baby dragons. "That green is /so/ pretty," she comments, though she's sure she's said it before.

"There's a /bronze/?" W'ark wonders excitedly.  On tip-toes, the slight rider still can't see over so many heads.  "Oh, foo."

On the sands, Mesmerising Hedonist Gypsy Green Dragonet slides to a stop, the whirlwind halted in her dance, the tempest paused in her charge. Posing for all the world to watch, her rainbow gaze lifts with a coy challenge and her dazzling presense focuses on one person. Only one for there is only one for her in this moment, and that one will be hers forever. Mharida.

Hermione walks in.

Sandrea smiles.

Arizona beams. "Hermione!"

Hyshn falls on the ground, seemingly unconsious, or worse... dead?  
Hyshn has disconnected.

On the sands, Majestic Lord of Nature Bronze Dragonet walks along the line of candidates, giving each one a thorough snuffling as he goes.  No, not quite.  There has to be /someone/.  In frustration, he trumpets irritatedly, and swings his gaze around.

Miny looks down there. "I wish... that they'd hurry up and Impress...... it's so neat..... of course...... they'd never come up here..... only candidates.... get a dragon... I think."

Aylamaria says, "Yup Aife, you got it."

Kilavina walks in.

Arizona grins at her sister. "I didn't think you'd make it here."

Kilavina says, "Hey Ara."

On the sands, Tellia glances sidelong at Mhari and shakes her head.  "Nah, Yiddae wouldn't do that.  You're a Candidate, silly - and just might get a lifemate here..."  Yeah, she's encouraging for others, but don't try to tell /her/ bout her chances.  Then there're too many Candidates and not enough eggs, you see...

On the sands, Tovanis fidgets. Bronze getting closer... he gets sniffed, and rejected. Hmm.

Alfi jumps up and down again. She doesn't know this person so well, but she's SO happy for her! What a BEAUTIFUL green! "NAME?" she calls.

On the sands, Gekoki nods tightly, watching the dragonets out on the sands. Hopefully they're not the hunter type. But just in case, she hides back behind Tellia, even if she isn't the best of hiding places. "Oh yes, lots of fun..." She's squealing again though, without a thought, "Mharida! Wow! Mhari!"

On the sands, Pyrene nudges Lis. "See? She is smart... going straight to the food source." And she looks at Mhari, breath held in anticipation of... a name? Confirmation?

Hermione smiles at Arizona

On the sands, Tyara almost jumps out of her skin as the green turns to.. "Mhari!" she yells, tearing at Pyrene's arm to lift her hand in a wave.

Nalisa watches quietly, a surprise even to herself. It seems that the girl can't tear her focus from the scene in front of her long enough to think of something to say other than her nearly-silent, yet filled to the brim with emotion, chant: "GekoGekoGekoGeko..." She does grin when Mahrida Impresses the green--good job to her fellow Istan!

Khrysa glances to her brother with a smile..."Come on you pretty bronze choose my brother please?" Khrysa glances to the sands.

Miralia doesn't fall off her chair /this/ time, but still cheers just as loudly for the new Impression.

"I don't know -- she's looking at /someone/, surely."  Silvera pauses.  "Isn't she?  Oh no -- I mean yay!  I mean -- oh.  No.  Yes.  Ugh!"  Silvera leaps to her feet.  "Mharida!  Mharida-Mharida-Mharida!"  The rider's cheeks are flushed, hands clasped together.  "She Impressed!  Did you see?  She Impressed!  But.. she's not commin' back to Ista, now, is she?  Still, she Impressed, 'n she's my cousin, and it's such an adoreable hatchling -- what's her name?"

On the sands, L'shil just squeezes Shae's hand and replies with doldrums lurking in his voice, "I'm not silly most of the time. And... And at least we match?" Lesh's attempt at finding a bright side may fall flat, but he tries anyway.

On the sands, Auri's gaze follows the gaze to Mharida. Her little pink-nailed feet dance about on the sands in anticipation. What's the name? She squeals a bit, wondering what will come next.

On the sands, Quara waits impatiently for more dragons to hatch, already fed up with the waiting. "Oh! Mharida!" she waves in congratulations, watching as the bronze turns down yet another male. "Heh. He's picky, isn't he?" she asks of nobody in particular.

On the sands, Liseria gives Pyrene a shrug of acknowledgement, peering 'round her bunch too look at Mharida. "Yay Mharida! Congratulations!"

On the sands, D'renn raises himself onto his toes. Dragons Impressing all over the place, and.....

On the sands, Lylia hears the calls of another. "Mharida?" She glances up from her new lifemate, throat thight. "Congrats!" Another of her friends...

Alfi perks up furthe at the unmistakable shout. "NALI?" she calls, waving. "Nalisa?" While looking for her friend in the Stands, she calls to the Sands, "GekoGekoGeko!"

Khia sighs wonderously, nodding. "Indeed," she agrees, "Imagine /me/ impressing that green." Look, she's trying to turn her dreams into real again. "Look at all those eggs," the fosterling counts, "I think there's er... about twenty? Twenty-one, twenty-two?"

Cyry holds onto Reythn's shirt so hard that is gets a crease.

Hermione nods

Miny says, "Congratulations all of you new Weyrlings!""

On the sands, Pyrene is lifted near off her feet--she's a tad shorter than Tyara... "Ow!... and Mharida!" Mesmerised apparently...

On the sands, Quedista sees another candidate impress as she smiles now, her headache disappearing as quickly as it materialized.  "oh."  Her speech is even more eloquent now as she fixes her stare to not deter from the rocking clutch.

Etain says, "Geko! Nanrene!" she must steal that nickname to use now "Auri! Congrats Mharida!"

On the sands, Maurin kinds of...hides, wincing at the trumpet from the hatchling. His 'lizard was never like this...But then again, this isn't a lizard. "Wh-what's wrong with h-him?" He stammers anxiously to the boy next to him. The boy shrugs slightly, and doesn't say anything more, leaving Maurin just as perplexed as ever.

Stefannan goes home.

On the sands, Mesmerising Hedonist Gypsy Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Mharida, and steps forward.

Callista walks in.

Aylamaria reaches out for Cyry"s hald to hold.

Arizona beams at Callista. "You're back!"

Pyrah breaks into quiet laughter at Silvera's confusing comments before she, too, clambers to her feet.  "Told you," she informs the greenrider, smug.  Then, she tries to console, "I'm sure she'll visit when they're able to fly.  Too bad we didn't have her at Ista, though."

Callista hugs Arizona

Cyry is wishing with all her might that KHAYET Impresses. He'd make his father so proud of him. "Khayet, just help out, ..."

On the sands, Khayet bows to the well liked former baker, clapping lightly.  "He isn't sure which of us to pick...." the harper murmers in responce.

Cyry grabs Ayla's hand, and turns to her, "Kahy's gonna Impress! I just know it!"

On the sands, Tyara leans in Mhari's direction, eager to hear the name. One eye stays on the bronze though, wondering which of the boys he'll choose, hoping it won't be Kolen..

Aylamaria says, "Oh, Ive no dougbt, Cyry! No Dought!"

Sudanna wishes for Khay so hard, her heart races...

Khrysa looks to the other girls cheering for Khayet and rolls her eyes, of course her brother is going to Impress...they are so silly.

On the sands, Tellia's jaw drops slightly as the Candidate beside her Impresses.  "I... I..  See?  I told you, Mhari!"  Yup, she's always right, of course - and she /said/ Mharida might get a draggie on the Sands.  Just didn't know how soon is all...  "What's her name?"

On the sands, "Lesh, I'm wearing more than you. That's not the way it's supposed to be," Shaela continues to shake her head, this time with a bit of a laugh at her joke. Laughing at your own jokes is okay, right? "But. We'll find it for the post-Hatching festivities, right? Because we have to. Otherwise we won't be able to go together."

On the sands, Solar Eclipse Egg moves. Just once, just the tiniest of hints that something ominous is going to happen.

Aife nudges Cyry lightly with her elbow.  "You can't tell who's gonna Impress," she reminds, scooting forward on the bench to try for a better look at Mharida's new green.  "Even if you hope they do...

Kayla grins, watching Khayet and the hatchling. She chers for him as well.

Alfi peers at the bronze now. He's all who's left. Ceasing to cheer since she doesn't really know any of the guy candies, she still wriggles a little in her seat.

Faye is a food source, too. She's a cook. Hee. "Khia, just imagine /me/ Impressing some day? Maybe a dragonet'd like me for my food," she muses, clapping her hands, a little awkwardly, however, with that silly canine sleeping in her arms. "I think we could /both/ Impress.. someday," she murmurs dreamily, off in the land where she Impresses a green. Whee.

On the sands, Majestic Lord of Nature Bronze Dragonet stops, his imperious gaze sweeping the crowd with an intent scrutiny.

Miny wiggles around like a little kid with excitement. "Wow. This is so cool. I'd love to be down there."

Etain looks at the mysterious Solar Eclipse Egg

Cyry can't stop knowing that Khayet will Impress. "Khayet..........." she fades off, watching the last dragonet.

On the sands, Tovanis stares. "Was that Mharida? It was!" He's fidgeting again, hands bunching the robe at his sides. "C'mon, c'mon..." Something surely must come his way?

On the sands, Tyara starts as the egg she's almost constantly watching moves. Too interested in the bronze and the name of the green though, she decides to deal with that later.

On the sands, Quara shuffles her feet with the rest, but hers have a tapping rhythm to them, impatient and anxious at once as she waits. Her gaze falls on the barely moving egg. "Hmm... Wonder if it'll hatch?" is asked, as apparently she's well aware of the perfidy of hatchings.

On the sands, Majestic Lord of Nature Bronze Dragonet stops, his imperious gaze sweeping the crowd with an intent scrutiny. Maybe that one there?  With the light hair and the crooked smile?  No, none of those.   Thunder rolls in his chest, to be released with a force of nature as a triumphant bugle.  There he is.  Wings furl slightly, and he glides across the steamy sands to stand before Maurin with a steady gaze.  You there.  You will come with me.  You have been chosen.

Arizona sends excited smiles at both her friends before looking back to the sands.

On the sands, Winter Solstice Egg glimmers again as dragonet stalks the shell through sky and forest; wings joust angular shoots of dragonet through the growing cracks; a claw, a hook, a moon-round eye. The ancient, endless battle continues: light and Dark contest for power until the shell's brighter husk finally forgives the dazzling splendor of the triumphant little dragon: not evergreen, nor evergold, nor everblue, nor bronze, but a true mythical brown is born into the world of light.
    Story-book Firebird Brown Dragonet  
    Soul-breaker, heart-taker, myth-maker, prince: this elegant dragonet is poised between the enchanted garden of his sunlit wings, and the inky underbrush of treeshadows marking paws and night-black talons. His hide deepens and darkens, melted shadows of brown lingering from nose-tip to tail beneath a myriad of firebird hues: mystical, mythical, magical colors feather his hide, owl-wise and silver about muzzle and eyes, hawk-sharp and umber over withers and sides, and cardinal-red along each religiously tidy ridge of his spine. Rekindled fires stroke his svelte belly with red and gold, warm the lower lengths of his legs, and ricochet like echoes of laughter along the earthy tones of his liquid, languid, long, long tail.

On the sands, Majestic Lord of Nature Bronze Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Maurin, and steps forward.

On the sands, Mharida gasps, laughter sounding suddenly as hands are placed on the dragonet, her head shaking slowly. Another laugh, and her shout sounds for other s to hear. "Her name is Kelitath!"

Miny shouts, "A brown!  BROWN!"

Callista says, "This is so exciting!!!!!"

On the sands, L'shil chuckles softly at Shae's joke, and returns, "Of course we will. Or I will. However it might be."

Etain just silently wows in aw

Miralia oohs, definitely calming down over time. "Another brown... and the... bronze..." She grins almost idiotically. Fun.

Arizona glances at Callista. "Yes, it is!". She grins from ear to ear.

W'ark pads down as near to the front of the crowd, snagging a reserved spot for riders.  /There's/ that bronze.  "Not as cute as Umeth," W'ark notes under his breath, "But not too bad.  Did he just Impress, eh?"  The bronzer looks askance at Miny; can't these people watch the yelling?

On the sands, Quara gasps in shock and excitement as the bronze and Maurin meet happily. "Oh, good for him," she murmurs, looking with interest at the emerging brown.

On the sands, Khayet smiles broadly, "I didn't need a dream to tell me that one.....Congradulations, M'rin..."

On the sands, Pyrene feels that start and glances around at Tya, "What?" Then she hears another cry and swings around to see the bronze. "Oh, Maurin...!" wow... a /shy/ bronzer? There are a couple though... "And Kelitath for Mharida... Oh, congrats..." And still nothing over this way.

On the sands, Tellia casts a glance across to Quara, calling, "Of course it'll Hatch!  The only question is when..."  Yup, Tells is the know-it-all on the sands, definately.  Nevermind that she's only been Searched once before...  "Kelitath...  Mharida and Kelitath...  Oh, congratulations, Mhari!"

On the sands, "Ohh, what a pretty name!" Tyara waves towards Mhari again, poor Pyrene's arm being raises by her hand. "Maurin," is squeaked out then, "what's his name??"

Khrysa sighs as she bronze Impresses another boy but her smile brightens as she sees a brown...there's hope yet for her brother...she loves him more than anything.

Alfi bounces further. "BROWN!" She KNOWS Geko wants brown. "GOOOOOO GEKO!!!"

On the sands, Liseria suddenly remembers something that pops out from the dark recesses of her brain. Staring around, she tries futilely to pick out the Ditzee-like Candidate on the Sands. She doesn't dare look at the Impressee crowd; one person of Ditzee's temperment on a dragon is enough! "Maurin!" she calls in his direction... a fellow-laundry do-er. "Congratulations!"

On the sands, More? More?!  "Mharida, bring Kelitath over here!" D'renn belows. "Maurin......." The names of another couple of candidates, Impressees to blue and green, are called too.

On the sands, Maurin freezes, looking positively terrified. He didn't do anything wrong, did he? He doesn't even need to bend down as he stares into the dragonet's whirling gaze. Finally, swallowing hard, and breaking into an immense smile, probably the largest than anyone has ever seen him flash. "Rixesith! His name is Rixesith!" His voice is clear, and wavering only slightly.

On the sands, Story-book Firebird Brown Dragonet arrives in a splendid dazzling of warm browns and fire; he shakes loose his wings, and poses.  A trembling, a twitch, a flick of his head. He turns to Chayath -- gold Chayath -- and croons.

On the sands, Interminable Journey Egg rouses again, shivering in the sands as it contemplates where to go next. This segment of the journey is nearly at an end.

On the sands, Auri resembles a mouse that fell into a mug of klah, and drank it all up. She spastically jumps, watching all her friends Impress. "Congrats! Congrats!" A little hop, as Auri's nerves continue dancing.

On the sands, "Lovely, Mharida...." Grinning, Lylia cheers as she gently fusses over her own lifemate.

Alfi gets another look from the mildly miffed W'ark.  /Yelling/.  Tsk.  "Rixesith".  Too many syllables for this rider-- he'll stick with 'Umeth'.

On the sands, Lylia leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.

On the sands, Quedista beams, though not at the other candidates quite, her eyes are still on the ivory clutch.  Ooh, I bet they're all as um, unique as the others.

David leans over the sands, just catching his friend's impression, "Way ta go Maurin!" he calls down with a thick southern accent, unsure if the other heard him or not.

Araxanthe drifts off to sleep, starting to dream about... you don't need to know that!!
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"I'll just have to visit her until she does fly.  I do hope she'll make chewy bars, for me.   You were right, though!"  Silvera plonks herself back on her chair, only to dart up to shout -- "Kelitath!  What a /lovely/ name!"  Finally, she returns to her seat, settling into place.  "My Mharida Impressed, my Mharida Impressed."  The litany is almost sung, under the rider's breath.

On the sands, Gekoki shrieks out Candidates names as everything happens so fast, among them, "Maurin! You Impressed!" And of course, the dragons are never neglected, "Lookit that brown! Isn't he gorgeous?" She hops up and down, her one braid thudding against her back, as she forgets about hiding. Everything's so exciting, she can't just be passive and watch.

On the sands, Tyara's eyes shift between Maurin, the brown hatchling and the dark egg, trying to watch it all at once. "Rixesith," she repeats, sending Maurin yet another smile.

"Ooh!" Khia watches, "Another weyrling is made." Sentanta chitters from her human-pet's shoulder, wings brushing against Khia's cheek as she flares them just slightly. She's like a dragon, right? Well, smaller though... sort of.

On the sands, Mharida stands slowly, laughter still sounding slowly, softly. "Come love, off to the side now, with the others." The voices of her fellow candidates are not unheard, and she looks up with a smile. "Mhari sounds good, doesn't it? Kelitath likes it..."

On the sands, Quara blinks. "That was several syllables!" she exclaims quietly, surprised. She returns her gaze to the clutch, although she does glance at the brown with interest.

Callista smiles at Arizona excitedly.

Alfi beams, taking the time to properly shout congrats to Maurin...er, M'rin. The brown has her attention, though, as does Gekoki, as she calls "Yeah, Rixesith!"

On the sands, Pyrene is jerked off her feet again, but another ripple of brown murmurs drag her attention towards the latest arrival. "Oh, look at him," she points with the Lis hand. "Once he dries off and straightens out a bit, he's going to be /lovely/." Pyrene's clairvoyant about such things. And biased.

Arizona returns Callista excited grin with one of her own.

Tosus holds Kayla affectionately closer as he cheers on the candidates and daydreams about becoming one himself someday...

Faye gazes at the green jealously, frowning slightly. She wants a green. "Kelitath is /such/ a pretty name," she comments quietly to her friend, stroking her canine's fur absently, eyes scanning over all the newly hatched. "Aren't they /beautiful/?"

Aylamaria watches avidly the sceen.

On the sands, Chayath croons a response to the young brown and the voices blend to a pleasant harmony, filled with encouraging energy to all the dragonets. They make her proud.

Pyrah tries not to giggle, and ultimately fails.  "Kelitath -- gorgeous name," she comments.  "Not quite like Zoryanth, but pretty."  She shoots a glance to the rider next to her, asking in curiousity, "What do chewy bars taste like?"  Leave it to Py to think of her stomach.

Etain says "yes" answering the retorichle question

On the sands, D'renn beckons the Candidates imperiously. "C'mere, c'mere.... there'll be food soon..."

Kayla smiles at Tosus as he holds her. She watches the hatchlings and candidates as they impress.

On the sands, Tyara does chuckles at Pyrene's remark. Anyone but blue's lovely in Pyrene's eyes. "He's very lovely," she smiles, watching the brown intently.

On the sands, Tellia beams a smile at Mharida - or Mhari, rather.  "Mhari sounds /wonderful/!"  The Herder half-turns now, hand empty with Kelitath dragging away her hand-holder.  "Geko!  Stop hiding and come here, huh?  I don't wanna wring my /own/ hands into oblivion!"

On the sands, Shaela leans up against the brownrider with a sigh as she watches yet another Impression take place. "It's all so adorable.. and amazing. Chayath did that. With Tyrodinth, but /Chayath/."

"Blast it, I can't /see/,"  Aife complains, standing up now in a vain attempt to see over the tall Smith who insists on stretching in front of her.  It's always tall people.  "Am I missing anything..?"

On the sands, Auri wraps a blonde curly pigtail around a finger, looking up at Quedista. "I thought draggies couldn't be other colors. That one's /red/," she says, pointing at the Story-book Dragonet. "Red's perty..." she adds, as an afterthought.

Khia shrugs, partially agreeing. "Beautiful indeed... well, they will be once they get all that icky goo stuff off of 'em," she corrects her friend. "I want a brown," the brat changes the subject, while eyeing the newest hatched brown one.

On the sands, Liseria murmers yet another dragon name with a satisfied smile. "Rixesith. Interesting..." Pyrene is nudged with an elbow once Lis gets her hand back. "Aye he is... but look at that pair!" A limber, waif-ish green and his bumbling rider are scooting away. "B'rad and Janeth," she announces, recognizing the boy.

On the sands, Quedista nods.  "They can't, Auri."  She calms down a bit, though not much, able to get out three words in a very coherent phrase for her mental capacity.

On the sands, Maurin heads off to the side as he is beconed to, side by side with his new life mate. Ee. It'll take a while for the realization of this to sink in...Right after he realizes he actually /was/ Searched and carried of a-dragonback. Eee.

On the sands, Solar Eclipse Egg shifts again, motions slow but deliberate and determined, an inexorable force of nature.

Khrysa smiles as she looks down to her brother, "Please Impress so I don't have to leave...." She smiles as she watches Khayet.

Etain says, "Auri! Pyrene! Geko!"

On the sands, Story-book Firebird Brown Dragonet streeetches again and flicks back his burnished wings. Time to dance! And so he flings himself out into the wild Kateschi of candidates, moving with awkward leaps and pounces that might one day turn graceful.  He moves into the crowds like a flicker of flames.

"Chewy bars?  Oh, they're lovely.  Even Zoryanth likes 'em.  They're... chewy.  Um.  Hard to describe -- do you want me give you one?  After the hatching?  Mharida will probably have made some, for me to take back, 'n you can try 'em, if you like.  They're even better than bubblies!"  And that's saying something?  Silvera's got a wide smile splattered on her face, almost like that of a new-father.  "Hehe.  Mharida Impressed."  How many times does she have to /say/ that?

Kilavina bites her nails in anticipation.

Cyry holds words in her mouth. "Reythn, cover my mouth or I'm gonna say something."

On the sands, Tyara squeezes Pyrene's hans, her mouth slowly gaping open. "Py, Py!" she squeals, nodding towards a very familiar boy. "Look, he... oh /shells/, he got a.. blue.." She gapes, watching the brat and the blue hatchling. "Py..."

Etain quickly adds "Khayet!" after she hers the girl's pleade

Alfi stands up, also trying to see over someone tall that's attempted to slip in front of her. Quivering and tense enough to be a Candie herself, she grips the sides of her tunic. "Eeep." she can't help but say.

On the sands, Tovanis runs his hands through his curls again, posing before the brown: his whole stance one of 'pick me'. "Browns and bronzes are best," he tells whoever's near.

Etain says, "Tyara!"

On the sands, Pyrene likes non-blues yes, but a brown is really special. Another hatches--close by too--and Pyrene watches hopefully, but it does no more than sniff in her direction and move on--to Ewyrpin? "Oh no..." Pyrene whispers, then repeats the outcry, "Oh no... Kolen?" World end now...

On the sands, Gekoki directs a look over at Pyrene, stopping in her bouncing just to do so. "You'd never say that about a blue." Of course not... Her attention though, is taken by the dragonets once more. "Pretty," she croons from behind Tellia, her voice quivering with every jump she takes. She's distracted again by Tyara, "Kolen? A blue?" Erp.

On the sands, Interminable Journey Egg shudders, forewarning of the long trek's end. As individual steps form each journey, the dusty shell crumbles piece by slow piece. Shards drop, slivers fall, and glimpses of bronze hide can be seen within. Finally, the trek comes to an end with a last shiver, and bold strides carry the former occupant into the open.
    Land's End Bard Bronze Dragonet  
    Poet, prince, and prophet define this dragonet from the intricate runes under chin and muzzle to the mantic of magical roots gnarling his boldly forked tail.  A rustic, ruddy, reddish gold tatters his bronzen cloak, hides the lyric strength of spirit and bone, and travels to the very edge of his sword-crossed sails-sails that gleam in the gilded gold of knowledge, the same gold that tips the delicate talons of his cauldron-black paws.  The rest of this rover's build resonates with the clarity of resin: a rich, red, decadent rosin held up to the light.  Bard's polish fords the river of his spine, traverses the shadowy hills of chest and withers, and wanders across the more adventurous stripes of his russet-swept tail.

On the sands, Quara looks over to Auri at the girl's naievetie. "No, dear, just different shades." She smiles gently, showing a very rare flash of mothering instinct. "No, no, blues are," she corrects the boy acidly.

Reythn goes home.

Miny looks at the newest dragonet. "A bronze........"

Pyrah finds that hard to believe, as her incredilous expression conveys.  "I don't believe it," she states.  "Nothing's better than bubblies.  But maybe I'll have to try one - just to compare."  As an afterthought, she adds, "Thanks."  Gaze flickers to the sands.  "Look.  Another bronze.  How many's that, now?  Three? Two?  Good number, for the clutch."

Khrysa watches as a bronze hatches, her eyes lighten up..."Da look there's a bronze!"

Alfi jumps as the brown moves and the bronze hatches. "GEKOOOOOOO!!!" She calls. Then, assisting the others, she adds, "That bronze is for you, Khayet!"

Aylamaria oohs at this new dragonette.

Faye shrugs quickly, gaze mesmerizing by the green. "Brown's y'favourite?" she queries curiously, glance momentarily flickering over to the other dragonets yet to Impress. "They're /all/ really pretty," she comments for the third time, brushing some lightly curled berry brown locks away from her eyes.

Kayla ooos, watching the newest bronze. "I like him the best..."

Etain says, "Wonderful"

Callista  gauks at the little bronze dragon.

Sudanna knows in her soul this one is for Khay, if any are. He is perfect for him.

Arizona smiles at Callista.

On the sands, Land's End Bard Bronze Dragonet is away from confinement at last, bolds and comfortably free out in midst of the sands. A moment is taken, to shakes wings free of tiny shards and then he considers his next move. Candidates. White... over there, are they not?

On the sands, Pyrene erps. "E'rp... and Wyath." That brown, the less fiery one, it stopped, it chose. Pyrene just stares despairingly at Tyara--Kolen gets a blue, and a /brown/ is insane enough to pick Ewyrpin??

On the sands, Tyara is still agape, just watching Ko.. K'len and the blue. "Oh. No."

Khia leans to the side, finger extended to point towards the bronze. "Hey, another hatched!" she mentions. "It's a gold!" she stares disbelievingly, but shakes it off when she corrects herself, "No, it's a bronze! Too bad."

W'ark seems to approve of the next bronze he's sighted, cocking elbows on knees and setting his chin in upturned palms.  "Not unlike Umeth," her murmurs.  "Reddish, even."

On the sands, Khayet chuckles at the brown, there's something that's all too famlier about that lack of grace.  But that sudden journey's end, that shattering of shell and the harper's breath catches.

Callista still gauking "He's beautiful." she says blankly

Tosus goes home.

On the sands, Tovanis huhs. Some bratty little boy gets a /blue/, and he's still here..... watching a bronze. Oh. Oh my.

"'specially considering the father's a brown -- but then, it's Yiddae's brown, so he's worth a bronze."  Do they take that into consideration?  Silvera seems to think so; she's wiggling in her seat like a figiting child.  "Aw, but this is a good hatching.  Pretty bronzes, too.  Maybe one of them will fly Zoryanth, one day."

Kolen impressed? "Go KOLEN!" Etin shoyts

On the sands, L'shil rumbles wordless agreement, shifting Shaela can lean better. Or more. Or, maybe, just not on his arm. And never mind this whole fashion-conscious thing. He's here, and Shaela's here, and it's a Hatching and he has shoes on. All is well.

Arizona grins, not taking her eyes off the sands. "Yes."

On the sands, Tellia raises her free hand - one of her free hands, since Geko stayed behind her - and points at the new hatchling.  "Look!  Another bronze!"  Just state the obvious, Tells.  It'll help.  Really.

Khrysa smiles as she looks brightly to the nanny cheering for her brother and looks to the sands..."Oh please let that bronze be for you Khay."

Alfi fidgets, watching the bronze but making a sidenote. "Kolen? OH, NO!"

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

On the sands, Quara sighs as another bronze hatches, her chances diminishing rapidly as it does. "And I was here already, too," she complains softly.

On the sands, Gekoki's mouth makes a nice, round little 'o' as the bronze hatches. Bronze he may be, but he's certainly worth another look. And the fiery brown is certainly worth many more looks. And so she looks, nodding mutely behind Tellia to agree with her...

On the sands, Liseria snickers, again, as Tyara and lament the Impression of two weyrbrats. Lucky for Lis, she's got no idea who they are... "Hey, Tyara!" Lis hasn't yelled that way in a while. "What d'ya think of the brown?"

Alfi suddenly stops to think. Kolen. Weyrling. Not her problem! "GEKO! BROWN!"

Aylamaria says under her breath worridly, "ooh, ohhh,"

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On the sands, "Nooooooo!" D'renn's moan can probably be only heard by R'sli and nearby new-weyrlings. "Not Kolen...." But in another breath, he's calling the newest dragon-pairs over, loud as ever. And not just his clothes.

On the sands, Tyara blinks and tears her gaze from that.. that.. brat! "His name is Barbarianth," is cried out from Ko'en's direction, the boy beaming like a glow as he moves towards D'renn. "Oh, he's lovely!" Tyara grins at Lis. "Then again, she thinks they all are.."

On the sands, Land's End Bard Bronze Dragonet does not catch his breath. He is a bard and he knows exactly how to go about this. Careful steps are taken, as he makes his way to one end of the semi-circle. Girl girl girl - all are ignored entirely. A boy! But no, he rejects the mischievous Crom lad. Pacing at his own speed, he continues searching.

"Maybe."  Pyrah eyes the latest Impressions critically.  "Doesn't sound like they're too pleased, are they?" she murmurs to the greenrider.  "Hopefully, they won't visit Ista, eh?"

Cyry crosses her fingers, "Please little Bronze Dragonet... please be Khayet's lifemate."

On the sands, Auri reverts to thumb-sucking, realizes what she is doing, then shaking her head at herself. "I'm a big girl!" Once again, she takes Quedista's head, forgetting that she had been sucking on that hand just a few seconds ago.

On the sands, Pyrene watches the bronze for a moment, "He's nice... reminds me of home in a way though... only different." is her cryptic comment. At any rate, she's ignoring E'rp and Ko'en.

Sudanna barely whispering, "Please lovely bronze, find Khayet" Not even noticing her hands are clenched.

Khrysa watches as the bronze looks around and is close to tears as she wants her older brother to Impress so much. She looks to her father Khajad and knows she'll be in deep trouble if her brother impresses or not...

Callista giggles at the sight.

Alfi quivers further. Brownbrownbrown. Gekogekogeko. Brown'll be next. "Eep!"

On the sands, Story-book Firebird Brown Dragonet whispers forwards, his raiment of bright freathers dulled beneath that true-brown hide.  He burns nothing, but dancing in among the candidates growing wilder and faster with each unimpressed moment. His is /here/, he knows it, he can hear his candidate... he has heard his candidate for many days now. Now to find it.

On the sands, Tyara will follow Pyrene in that ignoring. "They're all so nice," she sighs, watching the clumsy hatchlings meander around, while watching the too-still egg. Move, move!

On the sands, Liseria ponders sitting on the sands... deeply. "Yeah, yeah," she states to both Tyara and Py, "D'ya think we could sit down? I mean, I know we're s'posed to Stand, but..." The sand is eyed wistfully, along with the dragonets. In the center ring...

Cyry looks at her hands, making creases in her tunic, "Please Bronze..." she mutters softer words and soon finds herself humming a dragonet tune but it's very soft. /for Khayet/ she thinks.

Khia growls slightly, shuddering at the sight. "Oh no! Kolen impressed," she groans, glaring at the former brat... the brat that always hid dead tunnelsnakes in her cot and such.

On the sands, Wimbledon Strawberries and Cream Egg shifts, and rolls, spidery cracks of cream and sugar flowing along its hyperbola.  Soon.  Patience is the key.

On the sands, Tellia casts a glance at Lis out of the corner of her eye.  "Lis - you really wanna burn your bottom as bad as your feet?!?"  Tells sure wouldn't sit - not on her life!  Can we say /HOT/?

Etain feels sorry for Cyry and wispers to her that she can stay even if her brother doesn't impress "Go Khayet!" she adds for good measure.

On the sands, Quara yawns idly. "Oh, dear, I'll never Impress. Not with all the bronzes out there, I won't." Her drawn-out, melodramatic sigh attracts the attention of a few near her momentarily. They turn away, and she heaves a second gusty breath.

On the sands, Tyara giggles in Liseria's direction behing Pyrene's back. "Sit in the sands?? I wouldn't remain seated for long," she winces. Her feet are warm enough, she doesnt need a burned rear as well..

On the sands, Solar Eclipse Egg is still moving, inch by slow, painful inch.

On the sands, Pyrene stares at Liseria. "Lis... do you really /want/ that heat, on that /area/??" And /what/ is that brown doing? Her eyes follow, still hoping. Please Faranth don't send me back to the nurseries!

Faye turns her head for a brief moment to glance at Khia. "What's wrong?" she asks quizzically and curiously. She stays far from most brats, therefore not experiencing their awful wrath. Her hand is lifted again as she brushes some hair away from her face - that tumbles in with her partially hunched back.

Cyry looks confused, "My brother?"

On the sands, Auri makes a sound a bit like *eep*. "They moved...didja see? They /moved/. Yah-huh. /Moved/." She plunges the non-hand holding thumb in her mouth nervously, hoping that one of those eggs holds a dragon for her.

On the sands, Quedista glances at Auri who's grabbed her hand again.  "oh, Auri, it's okay." even though ehr voice is shaking, that is...

Alfi keeps quivering and watching, biting her lip. "Gekooooooo...."

On the sands, Gekoki for the most part ignores the bronze. Handsome he might be, but he's not for her. She peers at the other dragons littering the Sands. That blue over there, and that green, and that fiery brown among the Candidates. "Look!" she says, tugging on the back of Tellia's robe urgently.

On the sands, Quara is utterly impatient, and she dances about, chatting eagerly with anyone who'll listen. That number diminishes rapidly, as even the most magnanimous are unable to put up with the pensive glances and silence that punctuate her speech frequently.

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Nalisa continues her quiet watch, but now rocks back and forth in rhythm with her Geko-chant. "Geko, Geko, Geko...."

On the sands, Khayet forgets that most basic of things, breathing.  Well, that and moving.  Who needs to have skin on the bottems on their feet anyways?  Could it be...?  No....surely not.  He glances to the other lads still left.  Surely they'll find other lifemates.....

"Hear hear -- that's one pair that the High Reaches are more than welcome to, from the sound of it.  Ko'en, and Barbarianth -- remind me to avoid those two, will you?  Must be pretty bad, to get that reaction, me guesses."  Silvera's lips quirk, in a faint frown, before she gives a slight shake of her head.  "There's still that bronze, though -- wonder who he's going to."

On the sands, Tovanis watches, still the bronze. So handsome, such a perfect, fitting companion to Tovanis himself. Hmmm. They could surely go a long way together....

On the sands, Story-book Firebird Brown Dragonet shifts, wings flickering again. Ahso... brown to brown, he moves towards a knot of candidates and tilts his head to regard them all. Nope, too tall. Nope, too short. Nope, too old, too old, too old. These aren't his. Not quite. He pokes his head in and around them, blinking into the shadows. Here?  He moves closer now, his entire body taut with anticipation.

On the sands, Liseria glances around at all those incredulous people, mood shifting from pensive to rankled as her idea is scoffed at. "Well, t'was just a suggestion," she mutters, rocking back and forth as the cools balls and heels of feet. Those aren't blisters. Nope. Just watch those hatchlings, like Lis.

On the sands, Tellia glances quickly back at Gekoki, then to either side.  "Look /where/?" she demands quietly.

Alfi starts tapping impatiently. "Come on...."

"Wonder why any dragon'd choose someone so unliked.. unless they're horribly annoying dragons, too."  Pyrah mulls over this thought for a moment or two, grimacing.  "I'll remind you, if you'll remind me," she bargains.

On the sands, Shaela has dressy gold platform sandals. Beam. Those poor Candidates who chose not to take the offer of footwear -- they'll know better for the future. "Lesh!" she scrambles frantically at the sight that attracts her eyes. "Lesh, /loook/," she points with her freehand to the tiny green that sniffles about the Candidate Petita.

On the sands, Wimbledon Strawberries and Cream Egg rolls and bounces along, cracking further and further in its movement.

Cyry still humming the dragonet song for Khayet. She fingers the notes to the tune as her hands lay limp on her lap. Words escape her mouth but they are not heard.

On the sands, D'renn shuffles his boots in the hot sand, flapping the ends of his shirt again. Too warm... not long to go then. "Awww... Petita and a little green."

On the sands, Tyara breaths raggedly, Quedista's hand getting some more squeezes. She must favor her left hand, because besides from pulling Pyrene's arm a couple of times this candidate only hurt Que's hand.

On the sands, Pyrene twitches anxiously, trying to track the bronze to take her mind off the brown. Doesn't work. Both are going at their own pace... but... "Petita!" she exclaims, again elbowing the unfortunate Tya and Lis, "Look! Petita made it this time!"

Fellar walks in.

On the sands, Gekoki hisses, "Over there..." She neglects to point. Who needs to point? All of the dragons are worth watching. "The dragons!"

On the sands, Tyara cranes her neck to see Petita. "Where.. oh, Petita!" she calls out, waving again.

On the sands, Heat is bad. But now Lylia hops foot to foot, all while trying to crouch by her new beloved one. More eggs moving? She doesn't know where to look... the bronze, the brown, her friends, or Druseth. Too many things going on at once.

Aife finally stands up on top of the bench, no doubt irritating the poor souls behind her, but finally able to see past that inconsiderate Smith.  "There's too many to keep track of!" she announces, almost a complaint.  "Somebody point out Khay, I lost him."

Miny goes home.

Nuff waves to Aife. "HE's down there", she says helpfully. "The one in white."

Aylamaria whistles the song Cyry is singing for Khayet.

On the sands, L'shil beams, the feeling coming through in his voice. "I see, Shae, I see. They look like a fantastic pair." And, at that, he lifts his voice in the carrying bellow that is so well-known to his clutchmates. "Pitita! What's her name?"

On the sands, Tellia rolls her blue eyes, sighing slightly in exasperation.  "Which dragon, Geko?  There're too many dragons out here!  And all going in different directions, too..."  Yup, lotsa dragons - and not one coming for Tells, either.

On the sands, Liseria whips her head back and forth as she looks 'round. "Petita? Ooh, Petita!" Wavewavewave to the new greenrider, then watch the brown and bronze. "/Where/ in Faranth's name are they going?" she mutters exhasperatedly Pyrene-wards.

Alfi rocks back and forth...Tooo much klah.

Karela walks in.

Alfi says, "GEKO! GEKOOOO!"

On the sands, M'rin wraps his arms around Rixesith's neck, which isn't all that hard. He looks kind of concerned, thinking of his 'lizzins, and what they might do when they find out he's gotten himself into a mess he can't get out of. Not willingly, anyway.

On the sands, Story-book Firebird Brown Dragonet finds her, he does, and sidles in a awkward little dance towards a child that is too young for a dragon, surely she is.  That dark brown hair, that braid,t hose pale wintry eyes the same hues as his egg. This is the one for him.  He pushes his silver-whiskered nose towards the candidate and croons softly.

On the sands, Pyrene gives her own exasperated mutter back. "You tell me. I'm not a mind reader..." Her eyes are still following the brown though. Whatever D'renn may say about blues, Py knows which dragons are worth it.

Etain says, "GEKO! GEKO! GEKO! GEKO!" amd one more for good measure "GEKO!"

On the sands, Land's End Bard Bronze Dragonet rejects another hopeful, abandoning one Phillipe to watch the other hatchlings. Green-blue eyes catch his attention - for a moment. But no. Green-blue isn't right. He wants blue-grey. Blue-grey eyes and auburn hair. So he keeps going, towards someone - even if he isn't /quite/ sure who that someone is. Yet.

Alfi bounces. "Come on, GEKO!"

On the sands, Quara is still prancing about as the bronze and brown remain out there. "How much longer," she moans inpatiently, her feet roasting through the sandals. "Oh, this is taking far longer than 'Bryth's hatching did," she groans.

Etain says, "Pyrene! Pyrene! Pyrene! Pyrene!" amd one more for luck "Pyrene!"

W'ark groans.  "Saying the name won't make them more Impressable," he sighs to himself, pointedly ignoring the redundant chanters

On the sands, Solar Eclipse Egg creeps across the Sands, the fine line between light and dark ever widening.

On the sands, Story-book Firebird Brown Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Gekoki, and steps forward.

Khrysa is on the edge of her seat as she watches the sands, the dragons and the eggs, but mostly her brother Khayet...the young baby sister's knuckles are white as she watches as the brown chooses a girl...oh please let the bronze find her brother.

Sudanna shards, little bronze, don't you know, Khayet is the only really choice for you?

"Oh! I see him now."  Aife grins quick thanks to Nuff and squirms around the Harper bench again, still trying to see everything.  Next hatching, she'll wear high heels.  "There's /more/ rocking?  Do we even have enough Candidates?"

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

On the sands, Pyrene watches the brown and gasps... "Geko!" Beam, "I knew it! I knew it! I knew she was good enough for brown!" It helped that Py never had to look after her of course...

Alfi jumps, screaming all of a sudden. "GEKOOOOOOO! WHAT'S HIS NAME? GREAT FARAAAAANTH!!!!"

On the sands, Ophelia lurks at sands' very edge because she can, and because no one bothers to move her.  So there.

Mahic walks in.

On the sands, Solar Eclipse Egg shifts swiftly, its darkness half-hidden by its siblings. Without any stubborn activity, a crease marks its length, deeper black against its darkness. Simply it widens until the whole breaks apart and the dragonet emerges into the light, letting its true self be finally revealed. 
    Dark Side of the Moon Blue Dragonet  
    Shadows brush the night-deep blues of this small dragonet to a near-violet, etching with darkness his serene curves and simple lines. Indigo's richness forms the backdrop to a glimmer of moonlight that highlights bold headknobs and rounded muzzle, and adds a gleeful sparkle to the gentle curiosity of wide, wide eyes.. Starlight lightens his sails with silver, marking each spar with mithril and a hint of sun's gold. From the off-kilter tilt of his spaded tail to the arching stretch of his midnight-stained, solid-hewn neck, composed tranquility gives the lie to the lunacy lurking beneath.

On the sands, "Chouth!" Young Petita declares, throwing her skinny arms around the equally slender green. In a teary-eyed mist, the girl makes her way over to the weyrlingmasters, burbling all the while to her new lifemate. Petita and Chouth. From Bataille de Fleurs Egg.

"Like rider, like dragon.  Deal -- I'll remind you, and you can remind me.  Hrm.  Any ideas about who this bronze is searching for?  You got Mharida, maybe you'll be right a second time."  Silvera whistles, nodding towards the latest pair.  "That brown Impressed -- wonder what his name is? 

On the sands, Tyara takes a step forward as one of the eggs seems to creep across the sand, then pauses as another dragon finds a mate. "Geko!" she calls out, waving frantically. "Ohh, Geko, what's his name??"

Cyry's humming becomes soft singing, a comfort for her. She knows that Khayet has everything to be a rider; he's smart, not short minded, he's caring and he's not one to hide in any type of trouble.

Kilavina watches the axcitment, oh well, hopefully soon it will be her impressing.

On the sands, Quedista smiles as another one impresses, and another one hatches.  So much visual input.  So much...

On the sands, Auri shouts and yips a congratulation to her friend, but her attention is immediately drawn elsewhere with the emerging of other dragons. "Ooo..."

Faye blinks and lets her chestnut gaze flicker towards that loud screaming from Alfi. She shakes her head and looks back to the sands, a smile creeping on her face as dragonets hatch and soon Impress.

Nalisa leaps out of her seat and shouts delightedly, "Geko! Congratulations! I /knew/ you'd Impress! What's his name?" Nali's excitement for her cousin is infinite, and her hazel eyes shine with tears of joy.

Etain says, "Congratutlations Geko!"

Mahic watches with awe as the dragon's hatch. Her eyes widen with interest as she sees impression.

On the sands, Tiri watches as she stands on the sands, wide eyes looking around.  She shuffles nearer to her candie friends, feet burning, stomach turning.  She's here, and quite nervous indeed...  "Err."  She comments to a nearby friend.

On the sands, Dark Side of the Moon Blue Dragonet steps sure-footed and slow from the remains of his egg, eyes wide as twin moons as he stares about.

"Gekoooo!" Khia waves, "You impressed! What's his name?" She hops from her seat, trying to get a better view from behind many heads, and attempting to get her voice to travel to the sands.

On the sands, Lylia points towards Gekoki, beaming at Druseth. "See? Geko got a brown too! Congrats!" The final word is called over to her friend. Lovely...

On the sands, Tyara gasps - she's doing that a lot - as the dark egg finally hatches, and reveals.. a blue? "Look, Py, a blue," she breathes, although Pyrene isn't the right one telling probably.

On the sands, Quara looks over as more blues and greens find their partners, yawning. "Oh, my! Good for Geko. Must represent Keroon, after all." She practically faints away as the stunning blue pops out. "Oh. Oh, my. /That's/ a dragon," she adds, approvingly, as he emerges.

On the sands, Gekoki frowns at Tellia's back, "Of course it's possible! You just have to try really hard..." She looks about, as if to prove it. There's that blue, and that green, and, where'd that brown get off to? The snuffling beside her and she looks surprised, then she sinks down to take in her new dragon, "Oh, Revnath!" Louder, she says it again, "Revnath!"

Nuff settles her brood. "Yes yes. I see its nother blue. You're right, you're right. Blue's are lovely."

On the sands, Liseria rolls her eyes at Pyrene, forcing stubborn legs to lift, even if they want to fold and plunk Lis' delicate rear on the hot sand. "'Course I'm not a mind reader... GEKO!" Let's all cheer for interjections. "Congratumalations!" she calls - who know there was an 'um' in it?

Alfi tears her eyes from Geko as she suddenly sees the blue. "Ohmegosh. Faranth. Beautiful." She wants it, but she won't get it. So she'll be happy for Geko again. "REVNATH! BEAUTIFUL!!!GEKOOOOOOO!"

On the sands, Tovanis groans. The brown has Impressed... "Gekoki, Congratulations," Tovanis offers grudgingly, ignoring the handsome blue.

Perisienne walks in.

On the sands, Khayet blinks, still not takeing his slate coloured eyed off the bronze.   Breath, yes, good thing, must rememeber to do that.  He misses totally Gekoki's impression, mezmerised.

On the sands, Shaela awws, and gives a happy little wave to her pet Candidate before gushing to L'shil about the magnificence that is young Chouth. "Such a fine-looking pair. Like they were made for each other, don't you think? Destined to be together?" Hinthint.

On the sands, Pyrene giggles helplessly, nerves gone. "Oh, Geko... and who's the bronze looking at?" She twists, no browns to watch for right now so may as well focus on bronze. Except another blue just hatched nearby. "And that one looks like Sardrinth..." she mutters darkly. It's those starlit touches. "Revnath, oh..." Melt.

Etain says, "Hi Peri"

On the sands, "Gekoki! Over here!" D'renn's bellow is heard again.

On the sands, Auri clasps her hands before her in absolute awe. "All the perty dragons!" Pink bows dance as her head turns to glance at the many dragons, eggs, people. "Oh, I hopes I get a draggie." She throws Pyrene a funny glance. Blues are evil? This one doesn't look like it.

On the sands, Tellia whirls now, hearing the name behind her, and gasps.  "Geko!  /That/'s where the brown got off too..."  Ooh, but now she's friendless...  All her people have gone and Impressed!

Cyry watches Khayet, hardly blinking, her eyes moving from the dragonets to Khayet to the dragonets to Khayet.

Nalisa mouths the name of her cousin's lifemate, "Revnath." What a perfect name for her dearest Geko.

Solonious walks in.

Pyrah considers, worrying her lower lip as she peers down at the sands.  "Hmm.  Maybe..that one?" She points.  "The boy.  In the white robe."  Helpful, isn't she?  "I'll bet you a mark it's him."  She eyes her chosen boy again: Khayet.  "Now you choose one.  We'll bet."

On the sands, Quara is still awestruck at the blue's appearance, and she waits breathless to see who his lucky choice shall be.

On the sands, Quedista's hand hits her hip as Auri drops it.  Not that she notices.  "Ooh,"  Another eloquent phrase as she twists her robe into a knot with the free hand.

Alfi continues bouncing, cheering for her other friends now. "PYREENE! AURRIII!! TYAAARA!"

On the sands, Tiri glances over at Geko.  She Impressed!  With an enthusiastic whoop, she calls out.  "Geko!  Way to go!!!"  She's not quite as sure that those little dragons won't hurt anyone still, though.  But seeing an Impression, up close and personal, now that's special.  'Specially when it's a friend.

David goes home.

On the sands, Geko looks a little dazed after her shout to the world. "It's Geko," she corrects automatically, as she begins leading Revnath off to the side.

Karela applauds lightly for the impressee, despite not knowing who, exactly, she is. Oh my. "Revnath, that's pretty," she says to accompanying friend, a smile on her lips, "isn't it?" Friend turns back to stare at sands. Well, humph.

On the sands, Tyara sends Geko a smile. "Revnath.. how pretty," she repeats for Faranth knows which time. There're still all the others though.. green eyes flicker around, trying to pair the dragons and the Candidates beforehand.

Aylamaria continues to cheer on Khayet, watchihng anxiously.

Mahic  tries to squirm through the crowd. No such luck. Her spot in the crowdisn't a good one and can barely see a thing. She sighs, and looks on the bright side. At least she's here.

Revnath, a delicious name.

On the sands, L'shil agrees, of course, though he doesn't know Petita as well as Shae does. "Oh, yes. Absolutely. Not a chance of it being otherwise. That's the whole glory of lifemates, though, isn't it?" Hints? L'shil's not at his best today. He may or may not have understood the whole hint thing.

Perisienne falls asleep.  
Perisienne has disconnected.

Who's gonna impress? Who's gonna impress?

Cyry sits absolutly still, shallowly breathing, she knows she'd give anything for Khayet to be happy.. even her life. Her friends have always been most important to her and now she has a sister to join her friends in her life.

"Okay -- I'll pick /that/ boy -- that one in the white robe.  With sandles."  Any candidate silly enough not to wear footware coudln't Impress, surely.  "Don't know his name, though.  But I'm sure 'e's the un.  Definantly.  Only a mark?  How about a mark /and/ a chewy bar."

On the sands, Dark Side of the Moon Blue Dragonet looks at everything. Or tries too... Blinded by a sea of white, he edges forward, a mere shadow creeping across the Sands in dreamy investigation. What's that? Where is it?

On the sands, Liseria suddenly realizes there's a new performer in the Pagent 'o Hatching: blue. "Wow..." she comments to a girl at her side, eyeing the bronze like most would a queen. /Definate/ strange child. "Blue's neat, isn't he?" Nope, that girl's all eyes for the bronze. Faranth save us!

On the sands, Lands End Bard Bronze Dragonet's long strides carry him towards a group of the white-robed Candidates. Confidence unwavering, the bronze stops in front of the auburn-haired Harper lad, sounding a musical croon that somehow voices both joy and confidence in his new travelling partner, his Khayet.

Cyry yells out "Khayet!!!"

On the sands, Pyrene watches again, twisting.... "Is that bronze looking at Khay?" she blinks... she wouldn't have picked him for bronze maybe, but... "And, and... I /really/ don't like that blue. He's /creeping/.--It is Khay!!!"

Khrysa 's eyes widen as her brother Impresses a bronze. "Da, Khayet did it he Impressed a bronze!!!"

On the sands, Land's End Bard Bronze Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Khayet, and steps forward.

Alfi screams, "KHAYET! WHAT'S HIS NAME?" Then, she focuses on the blue. Sigh. She WANTS that blue.

On the sands, "Khayet!" Lylia suddenly yelps, much to her lifemate's confusion. "Khayet! Congratulations!"

Etain says, "KHAYET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Kayla grins, standing. "Khayet! Great job!"

On the sands, Tyara grins excitedly and echos Pyrene. "Khay!! He gota bronze," she cries out, waving excitedly.

"But..but..I don't /have/ a chewy bar," Pyrah whines.  "But, alright.  I'll make the cooks cook you a batch if you win."  She watches the bronze intently -- finger shoots out, and she exhults, "Look!  I won!"  She shoots a slightly smug glance at Silvera.  "You owe me."

Aylamaria shouts out "HOOrayyy!

Aife covers one ear with her hand.  "Shells, don't /yell/...he can't hear you down there..." Though everybody else can.  Or perhaps not, the way they're all yelling at the same time.  "He does look like a Harper's dragon, though, doesn't he?"

Cyry looks at Khayet then the bronze, her hand shifts to her mouth, "OMG ..." her eyes fill with relived and happy tears, "KHAYET!! YOU DID IT!! I KNEW YOU WOULD!! OMG!!" she scrambles to her feet and cheers, clapping as hard as she can, her words are lost within everyone's yelling.

On the sands, Auri wrings her hands, wishing helplessly that she had her cat, a firelizard, or at least her stuffed flizzen with her. She makes a little whimper once more. This little girl needs a hug... Awwww....

On the sands, Quara snorts derisively at Liseria's comments. "Oh, sure, like /you/ could Impress bronze." Her scorn drips like acid in the other's direction. Then she returns her gaze to the blue. "He's even better than Gavin," she remarks, with a smile as Khayet, too, Impresses.

Aylamaria just smiles.

Aaliyah goes out.

On the sands, Tiri's eyes are turned towards the Dark Side of the Moon Blue.  She examines the small dragon over with her eyes, with a selected amount of awe.  "Hey," she whispers over at Auri.  "I guess they kinda are perty, huh?"  Auri just happened to be the one there.  She looks at her again and then hugs her.  "Hey, it's okay..."

"Ugh.  You shouldn't have Impressed!"  Silvera is a gracious loser, see.  She pounts, crossing her arms almost stubbornly over her chest.  "Fine.  I'll get Mharida to make you a chewy bar.  And give you a mark.  Hmp.  Well -- the one I picked will still Impress bronze.  Just not /that/ bronze."

On the sands, Mhari looks up from where she crouches beside Kelitath, one arm slung around the green's neck to raise an arm in the air, shouting Khayet's name in congratulations, before peering to her new lifemate with a hiss. "Don't say that so loud, someone'll hear." Horror at some inapropriate comment is obvious, although she lets the smallest gigle escape.

Sudanna grins as her eyes fill with tears for Khay. Whata  great day for him.

Mahic goes home.

Alfi taps nervously. Still many friends out there. "Pyrene! Auri! Tyara!" And the bluuuuue...

Solonious looks around the galleries before he quietly takes a seat to watch the party goin down on the sands.

On the sands, "Khay-et!" It's two, long syllables when Liseria yells it. "Congrats!" Fingers tweak at her robe again, smiling assuredly at the poor Candidate are her side who's sniffling. "S'okay, just lookit that blue... silvery," Lis adds almost to herself, musing.

Etain thinks blue moon and Auri

Pyrah smirks.  "Sure, sure," she replies, tauntingly.  And then she eyes the blue.  "What about that one?  Wanna bet on him, too?"  Pyrah likes this.  Espeically when she wins.

Khrysa smiles as she looks to Khayet...a great day for her brother but soon not to be for her...she's in trouble...serious trouble. Maybe just maybe she could get out of sight of her father Khajad in the crowd.

On the sands, Khayet shudders, "Telynth....."  He shakes himself out of the spell just long enough to reach for his lifemate, egg goo or not. 

Kayla smiles, "Beautiful name.."

Casiys walks in.

Etain says, "Won-dirt-ful"

On the sands, Wimbledon Strawberries and Cream Egg rolls this way and that, bouncing in sand with a growing intensity.  Hurry up!

On the sands, Dark Side of the Moon Blue Dragonet refuses to be eclipsed by any other dragon. Up rises his indigo-dark head, tilted in enquiry as he patrols a row of Candidates, his shadow brushing each one as he passes.

Callista walks out.

Arizona goes out.

Khajad clamps a proud hand on Khrysa's shoulder. "Oh, thank Faranth...."

In a frenzy of heightened excitment and frenzy upon the moment of Khay's impression, Kandar leaps into a standing position into his seat and cheers, pounding upon the bongos he's brought along for the occassion, he knew this was going to happen, "KHAY! You did it! Great shards you've done it! That's a Harper lad! Way to go!"

Alfi attempts to lean over and see the blue closer. But that would be bad. Sigh. "Meeeh."

On the sands, An unbidden moan rises anxiously from Auri's mouth. She claps two chubby hands over her mouth, trying to stay composed and mature. No luck. Beneath those hands, she chants, "I'm a big girl...oooh! I'm a big girl..."

Khrysa moves from her seat as she makes up an excuse to leave, "Da I need to go...I'll be back soon I promise."  She preceeds to whisper to Khajad about nature...and its calling."

On the sands, Pyrene glances around and winces. "We're running out of eggs..." and nothing's sniffed at her. "Ugh... at this stage..." No, check that. No she wouldn't.

On the sands, Flower-Power Volkswagen Bus Egg twirls mellowly against dark sands, fingerpaint-streaks curling away like burning paper. Contrasted colors grow farther apart, a crack forming bluntly down ovoid's curved side. The eager occupant tumbles out, pieces of luminous shell clinging damply to her sparkling hide.  
    Woodstock Songbird Green Dragonet  
    The materialistic sparkle of vibrant emerald adorns the finely tapered muzzle to the point of saturation, before pouring in diluted jade against the understated arch and subtle crescendo of her neck. Like moonlight filtered through viridian, spaded leaves, silver's tapped touch airbrushes the arpeggio of sharp 'ridges, an ethereal breath across otherwise earthly, moss-touched spine. A roseate blush spreads faintly across lanky torso, a would-be gaudy pink acting as filler in places where jade fails to perform. Haze's vaporous movements end in scintillating mica rays which variate wildly, open-angled, sleek haunches. A coda of green, frosted with champagne's golden rush, twirls into a loopy tail and ends with a flash fanfare of verdant sage.

On the sands, Tyara shifts restlessly, the heat really beginning to get to her. Green gaze watches the dragonets closely, the nanny-candidate ready to step aside in case one of them gets a little too close a little too fast.

On the sands, Quedista watches as the dragons dart around and the eggs rock... she grasps for Auri's hand.  "it's okay, Auri." were the first words of comfort that popped into her head.

On the sands, 'Willow coddles Ozth's little head and tries to keep him from biting a passing candidate. "No dear, that's not edible. We'll get you fed soon. Yes, soon my handsome litle friend." She looks up at D'renn with eyes as big as a dragon's. 

Alfi looks for a friend to lean against. "I know," she murmurs to herself. "For the Sands, not the Stands. Erh, GO AURI, PYRENE,  TYARA!"  

On the sands, All Hallow's Eve Egg sits nearly abandoned, a darkly-hued gourd leaning askance in the midst of unraked drifts of shells, shards, and shrapnel of many a color and shape.  It bides, quietly.  The hour has not yet struck.

On the sands, Woodstock Songbird Green Dragonet sidles out of the shattered remnants of that gooey egg, already shaking out her wings, taking stock of the milling crowd before her. Somewhere, in there, is a love to top all others. And she'll find it.

On the sands, Tyara giggles slightly as another green hatches. Ooh, green.. "Look, look," she says, nudging Pyrene and Quedista, their hands not being smashed so hard now.

On the sands, Quara watches the blue, her eyes solely on him as he explores. "You mean business, eh? Good thing, after that drunk bronze," is added in an undertone, confidential remark. "So, who d'you think that green'll Impress to?" she asks, as nonchalantly as she can. Getting no response, she eyes the dragons again.

"Okay -- lemme see.  What about that one?"  Hand is waved towards Pyrene, Silvera picking a candidate at random.  "The candidate in white, over there.  A mark and a chewy bar, again, d'you think?"

Khajad hrmphs. "You'd baest, lass."

On the sands, Tiri cringes slightly as the shadow of the blue passes over her.  Dragon fright, still there, just a bit.  It's had to have faded away a bit while at the weyr, but it still remains.  Her eyes also remain on the blue.  Why the blue?  Maybe the color.  Prolly.  She grasps Auri's hand and tries to comfort her more.  "It's gonna be okay..." she whispers, though she's really comforting herself.

Alfi barely notcies the green. Oh, it's a nice green, but not as nice as the /blue/.

Khrysa nods to her father as she excuses herself.

Khrysa goes out.

On the sands, Geko takes a little time from just beaming over her little brown to look at the new dragons on the sands. "Wow," is her only comment; she's feeling a little overwhelmed...

Cyry looks around the stands wondering why Jadiel isn't here to atleast watch his brother.

Pyrah debates, munching again upon that ragged lower lip.  "Hmm.  Hmm..she looks like a likely one," the Steward admits.  On an impulse, she jabs towards Auri.  "That one."

On the sands, Pyrene squeezes Liseria's hand and nods to the green. "Green, d'you think?" she asks softly, "I'm not fussy... A green would be lovely..." Yes, not at all fussy. Anything but blue is fine.

W'ark goes home.

On the sands, Dark Side of the Moon Blue Dragonet drifts past a skinny girl with a braid. Interesting... but not interesting enough. Onwards he drifts, past and past and past... and then circling to begin the cycle again.

On the sands, Quedista lets out a breath as she's nudged in the ribs by Tya.  Feeling begins to seep into her hand as her nervousness begins to subside.  But not much... it's leaving in degrees...

Etain is just wowed

On the sands, Liseria peers at Pyrene with a slightly-curious stares. "At this stage, what?" she asks innocently, lips curling into a smirk. Eyes still peer at Pyrene, and then... beyond Pyrene. "'Nother green... /Very/ green at that!" Her gaze scans the dragonet appreciatively, but the blue gets a glance. Equal-oppertunity oogler, Lis is.

Nuff gets claustrophobic in the crowds so abaondons her babes with the riders and slips up to a higher ledge to watch the rest.
Nuff edges along a narrow ledge and disappears up some steep steps.

On the sands, Lylia keeps her arms circled around her young brown's neck, whispering sweetly. "Soon, we'll see where the next one goes... oh, I do hope they all make it!" Her eyes dart once more from the whirling eyes of her dark-colored dragon to the semicircle and other hatchlings. "But you can't wait to eat, can you? Yes, soon..." Is she the defender, or the protected? Only time will tell.

On the sands, Tellia sidles toward the group of remaining Candies, eyes flicking from them to dragon to dragon.  "Ooh, another green!"  Yup, cutesie green.  "When's that blue gonna pick?  He's been out for a long time, hasn't he?"  Or was that just her imagination?

On the sands, "It'th gonna be okay. Yah-huh. Ith okay." As the blue's shadow passes over her as well, she wrinkles her face nervously, biting her lip to keep from yelling something out. [Auri]

Loren walks out.

On the sands, Tyara snickers at Pyrene's words as well, then starts her squishing of Quedista's hand yet again.

Sudanna is relieved and heartbroken for Jadiel. This will be one more issue for him to carry in his heart. She only hopes it doesn't drive him comepletely into a bitter cynic.

On the sands, A trio of racy eggs hatch near-simultaneously sending a green, a blue and a brown off in opposing directions to find their lifemates: W'in of Manowarth, P'lace of Secretariath, and Sh'ow of Seattleslewth.

Alfi eyes the shadow longingly as it lengthens on the sands. Looking over every pinpoint of light as she can from there, she sighs and tries to turn to look at the green instead.

On the sands, "Over here!" D'renn summons weyrlings and dragonets, nearly knocked over by a very fast trio.

On the sands, Quara chuckles as yet another is passed over, another bland, boring one. Unlike herself. "Not really," is tossed in Tellia's direction. And the way she's been watching it, she'd know, one would hope.

Cyry runs through words that Khayet and Jadiel have told her and looks at Khayet's father. She wishes she could see Jadiel more often. She liked having both brother's as friends.

On the sands, Wimbledon Strawberries and Cream Egg rolls to a stop, cracks forming along its perimeter.  Patience...

On the sands, Woodstock Songbird Green Dragonet takes her time, pacing back and forth before the crowd of Candidates like a performer on a stage. Which crazed groupie should she drag off with her after the show? There can be only one. She passes a tall lad with a mop of blonde hair, but he isn't the one. Neither is the redhaired girl near him...and so the show goes on.

Kayla cheers for the newest impressions.

Cyry joins Kayla's cheers.

On the sands, Liseria's eyes are caught by the trio of shell-poppers, and - was that a smirk? - she smiles in their direction. Then its back to dragon-peering. The dark, wandering blue captivates her for a moment 'fore eyes start sliding their gaze back onto the green. It's... vibrant.

On the sands, Dark Side of the Moon Blue Dragonet circles again.... and stops. This one has a pretty face; perhaps she's the sunshine for his shade? Darkness puddles at Quara's feet, as curious eyes fix on her, and only her.

On the sands, Tyara's eyes follow the green dragonet closely. Where is she going? Hmm, they all certainly take their time. "Think there'll be more blues?" she asks in Pyrene's direction.

Fellar gazes solemnly around, nervous gaze flickering from bystander to candidate. Dropping back behind much of the crowd, she sighs, and gazes at the apprentice next to her. "I still don't know why I let you talk me into this, Arbok...I really don't."

On the sands, Pyrene watches blue, watches green, watches other colours and congratulates as necessary. "Oh!! Quara??" she doesn't even register Lis or Tyara, "Quara!!!"

On the sands, Quedista watches the pacing green dragonet, and her gaze shifts to the other candidates for the first time.    "ooh, Quara"

On the sands, The hour drifts closer, the place is right, and All Hallow's Eve Egg prepares its own dark rituals, cloaked yet in shell and mystery.

Etain yawns again. She leans on the person nearest to her's shoulder, her eyes drift down, down, it's too late for this 'brat. She wishes her friends more luck as her eyes drift doen more and more.

"Go candidate, go candidate, go -- Impress me a chewybar!"  Silvera taps her leg in time to the barracking.  "Oh no -- both of us were wrong!  What happens then -- will you give me a chewy bar, 'nyway?"

On the sands, Shaela has noticed that L'shil isn't especially with it. Unfortunate, too, because she has to be seen with him, in front of half of Pern, and the best he can come up with is his underwear. "I'll say.. Chayath's just such a dear," she adds, then mutters something about clueless boys under her breath. Get a hint, hon.

Etain falls asleep.
Etain has disconnected.

On the sands, Tiri casts a nervous glance around the sands.  THere's more dragonets about now, she's sure of it.  SHe just hasn't noticed some of the eggs bursting...  Can you say oblivious?  Yes, indeed...  "Alright, okay..."  Meep.  She glances at the green and looks over at Quara to clap as she Impresses the blue.  "Horray, Quara!" she bellows.

Aylamaria is quiet as she becomes introspective.

Loren walks in.

On the sands, Quara eyes the green briefly. "Did she look at me?" is asked of those nearby, before she returns her gaze to the blue. Just in time to see him. "Oh!"

  [And I was disconnected briefly! The following poses are courtesy of D'renn's log and are taken from the sands POV. If anybody has this section of the galleries log, please let me know?]

Tyara cheers as the blue makes it choice. "Quara!" she calles out, "what's his name??" Impatient, are we? 

Geko points a little, watching from off to the sidelines with Revnath. "And that's Pyrene, and that's Tyara, and that's Quara - she's from Keroon too. Oh, Quara!!!" Her voice reaches to a screech of epic proportions; even her fairytale brown looks startled by it. 

Wimbledon Strawberries and Cream Egg loses patience with the niceties and customs of the game: cracks appear, setting tramlines down its length, breaking the egg apart in attention-grabbing style. A paw appears, to swipe irritably across the pieces of shell, sending them tumbling. 
    Highly-Strung Tennis Player Green Dragonet
    Compactly-formed, sturdily-shaped, this dragonet's an athlete stained in summery grass-green. Wingsails that seem too fragile are blinded by the lightest of sun-gold, while gilded rays likewise skirt her solid haunches and flare under her paunchy little belly to settle down the net-spun lengths of a eager tail. A racket of brightest emerald webs her withers, set off against her muscular shoulders and strong, agile legs. A mere skiff of silver shadow struggles up under her neck, straining beneath the grunt of her muzzle and marking the exertion along 'knobs and spine with a band-like pattern. 

Dark Side of the Moon Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Quara, and steps forward. 

Tyara smiles as another green appears. Can never have too many greens, nope! 

Highly-Strung Tennis Player Green Dragonet struggles to her stocky feet with a grunt, flicking her wings as she hunches over, regarding the sea of white. White is so...natural feeling. Now to find the perfect partner. 

Liseria half-gasps at Quara. Her?!? "Wonderful, Quara! You needed it!" Lis didn't say, that, did she? Ooh... "Congratulations!" she adds hastily, faint blush raising to her face at her words. She's got a concience, she does. 

Tovanis hmmphs as it seems that only blues and greens - greens! - are left on the sands. Unfair, unfair.... "Well done Quara," he manages to congratulate the girl as that blue is taken... A sneer is all the greens gets though. 

And then Woodstock Songbird Green Dragonet pauses, her tilted head turned Candidate-ward, and lets out a soulful whine. A lovesong meant for only one person. She steps forward, with purpose now, toward the single being whose heart will satisfy her own. She's taking Liseria home. 

"Quara!" Lylia cheers, resisting the urge to jump up. Another, another... another friend with a lifemate. And a lovely one! A blue! "And not Pyrene too.... Wonderful, Quara!" Did the other hear her? 

Woodstock Songbird Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Liseria, and steps forward. 

Quara nearly faints away, yet again, before she stabilizes, reaching out almost blindly for the blue. "His name is Sakuruth!" she announces to the crowd. Mesmerised, she slowly makes her way to D'renn, Geko, and the rest. "Oh! Lis!" She seems... happy? The terrible duo has a set of consciences after all.

Auri stomps little pink-nailed feet in a strange dance, pulling at her pigtails, which promptly bounce right back up, sending huge pink bows wobbling. 

Tiri's nervous gaze is turned upon the All Hallow's Eve Egg, an egg she had touched before and found that a second touch gave a treat... She smiles over at it, wondering if it'll pop soon. And then eyes go towards the green, and dart back to the egg. She shivers despite the heat and grins a silly grin. 

Tyara giggles and turns to watch the green tumble right towards Liseria. "Oh, Lis! Congrats," she calls out, for once not needing to maul Pyrene's arm. 

Well, the patch is cleared, and there's no Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. There's just All Hallow's Eve Egg, and it is nearly terribly large nor very majestic -- but it /is/ ghostly and dark, and something's coming, now. Yes, something's coming-- 

Tellia's eyebrows raise slightly. "Lots of greens all at the end, huh?" The words are murmurs softly, hardly audible anymore. Suddenly, she raises her voice to shriek, "Go, Lis!" Then her gaze flicks away, touching on the hatchlings stumbling around, then on the eggs left unhatched. "We're starting to run out of eggs..." 

Highly-Strung Tennis Player Green Dragonet lurches this way and that with surprising speed, her eyes never leaving the candidates. Someone has to make a move. That partner's out there somewhere. 

"Liseria!" Lylia's pitch increases, her own excitement over young Druseth added to by her friend's Impression. "Oh, Liseria! Lovely...." So many eggs, and all going so fast... 

Auri continues batting at her hair, making the pigtails sway crazily. "Oooh..." She looks left and right, trying to gather support. 

Tyara watches the speedy green in between cheers as a couple of more Impress, a grin spreading on her face. "Hmm, not any blues out at the moment," she muttes, shooting Pyrene a glance. 

Liseria falls right on her rear - Oh, how she wanted to! - with a joyous cry. "Alymath!" That's all that needs to be said... She's got her Alymath, and she finally sat down. 

Quedista watches the whirring colors around her impressing and sighs. OH, she's so happy. 

All Hallow's Eve Egg shivers like an autumn leaf in the wind, shards of impossibly dark shell dropping away dramatically, piece by piece. A silver talon emerges, a pale headknob, a hint of azure wing. A last convulsive shudder, and the shell succumbs to the rocking of dragonet inside, the last remnants dropping off. And then there was one, a blue hatchling bounding from the fragments. 
    Trick-or-Treat Blue Dragonet
    A shimmering phantasm of periwinkle powder, ghostly lithe body is draped with a cloak of cornflower mist. Darting, jovial head melds into a sinuous neck, which in turn flows to a body forever youthfully slim and fit. Reminiscent of a midnight jaunt, vague shapes flicker 'cross silken hide, halfway-formed figures of moons and candies coalescing and dispersing at random. Across membranous, almost bat-like wings -- a size or so larger than those of his peers -- a simplistic grin stretches, outlined in the faintest traces of gold and silver glow. Silvered claws top the spindly 'fingers' of wings, perfect matches for the talons on too-big feet and the shine of swirling, polychromatic eyes. 

Tovanis scratches his feet in the dust again, drawing straight lines with his toes. Lines leading too, lines leading from, lines cross-hatched. Now, as long as nothing stands on his lines, he's safe.

[I got my connection back. Rest of the log from galleries POV again.]

On the sands, Geko screeches some more, "Lis! You Impressed too!" She turns to Revnath, "You're going to love our Weyrling class, Revnath. That's just the best bunch of Candidates out there..."

On the sands, "Lis! Quara!" D'renn summons weyrlings, his voice faltering now with the stress of it all.

Alfi bounces higher as the last egg pops. "Another blue!" She turns to it. Go ahead green. Take Auri or Tyara or Pyrene. Gee...Alfi shouldn't look at blues...."Hello," she says to it, appearing silly. Not like it can hear her.

On the sands, Tiri oooo's as she watches the All Hallow's Egg and waits in anticipation, curious of the color that will come out of it... Blue? Green? Brown? What? Her eyes dart to Liseria and she shouts, "Good going, Lis!!" And then she gasps as the blue dragonet who's oh-so light in color, came out of the All Hallow's shell.

On the sands, Pyrene phases out and blinks. "Liseria?" Lose track for a moment and... "Lis!" And her hand moves to cling to Tyara,.

On the sands, L'shil is not, never has been, and never will be particularly fashion-conscious. But he does tend to make the best of any situation, and that's what he's doing here. Even he isn't oblivious to the crowd. In fact, the crowd might be part of why he's so clueless when speaking. He was, if possible, even worse than this when he Stood himself. There's a chance that things are sinking in, though, with his next words: "Yeah... And sometimes, we get lucky, and there's a match out there that fits us as well, if differently, as a lifemate." He looks down at Shaela tenderly. Never mind that they're surrounded by screaming Candidates and new and established riders and everyone in the Galleries.

On the sands, Highly-Strung Tennis Player Green Dragonet looks as she darts back and forth, wings batting the air with cracks like miniature thunder. Ah, wait. Who's that there? She slows her pace, stepping forward with an intent gaze.

Pyrah subsides at the compromise, nodding in agreement. "Okay. Any dragon at all, and we get chewy bars?" She likes this idea. "I suppose I can stick with my candidate, then."

On the sands, Tyara smirks. Well, forget what she said, there's a blue! Better not tell Pyrene though, so her hands cling to her instead, eyes watcing the last dragonets.

Kilavina walks out.

On the sands, Pyrene hasn't phased out /that/ much. "Ugh... another blue... knew that egg would hatch blue." But there's not many choices left now? Can beggars be choosers?

On the sands, Tovanis scowls. That green better not be invading his space... or stepping on his line.

Alfi starts tapping again. Heere we go. Two mettalicish, spooky blues. Wah. 

On the sands, Quara finally prods Sakuruth over to the rest of the newmade Weyrlings, and an exuberant hug goes to Geko. "Oh! Can you believe it?" she squeals.

On the sands, Tiri's gaze stares at Pyrene. "Hey! Don't dis the cool blue... That one came outta one cool egg, too." She grins. Her eyes follow the Trick-or-Treat blue as he moves, and seems weary, but not too frightened of that one.

On the sands, Trick-or-Treat Blue Dragonet is /here/! A few moments to sort out head, tail, and six legs and.. he's ready! Plowing sand with those too-large paws, he trails the yet-useless sheets of his wings and splays into the world, a circlet of shell clinging wetly to one foot. It's for the candy, you see-- trick or treat! Or he would try to say it, but all that comes out is, "Woooooooooooowr!"

On the sands, Highly-Strung Tennis Player Green Dragonet stops with a grunt, head swiveling around. Who's crowding her box? Now that white is awfully close, and so is that one that she needs. Another grunt is issued as she moves her stocky body closer to the candidates.

On the sands, "Is that the last one?" D'renn asks, peering out as the blue hatches.

On the sands, Tellia inches closer to the group, eyes on the few remaining dragonets. Down to the last few chances, aren't we - and not one for Tells yet. "Ohh, you guys... Is that all? Two more?"

Alfi taps harder, peering down. "Bluuuue," she murmers.

On the sands, Tovanis rubs out those lines he'd created in the sand, smoothing them with one foot. There. "It was on the line, I tell you..." he grumbles, presumably to himself. Perhaps a paw got too close?

On the sands, Tyara giggles as she watches the blue. How cute! "Py, you have to admit he's cute," she says in a vain attempt of prodding Py's blue-loving muscle. "And so's she," she says, nodding towards the green.

Kayla grins, watching the hatchlings. "I like them all..."

On the sands, Pyrene stands back, wincing at the blue's outburst. "Ugh... last one??" she glances across to D'renn and winces again. "This doesn't look good..." she murmurs to Tyara, squeezing her fellow nanny's arm with a sigh. A longing glance is sent to the green--who unfortunately doesn't seem to be anywhere near them. "Tya... No."

On the sands, Tiri snickers behind a hand as the blue attemps to talk. No, he's not so frightening, just... Cute? Yeah, cute. But that egg slime... Eeeew... "What's that? Hey, guys, the blue's trying to talk... Or roar, can't tell which..."

On the sands, Highly-Strung Tennis Player Green Dragonet snorts, a breathy sound in the din of the Hatching. That one. The sour-looking lad. Immediately, she speeds across the sand, sliding to a stop to grunt affectionately at Tovanis. Match and set.

On the sands, Pyrene does a double take at the blue. Six legs??

On the sands, Shaela meets her love's gaze with an equally tender one of her own, and a weak smile -- he does that to her, sometimes. "Super-lucky," she corrects, giving his hand, the one intwined with hers, a squeeze.

"Blue, green," Khia breathes silently. "Do you think mother will impress?" the girl pokes Faye again after a long moment, voice as hopeful as it can get.

On the sands, More blues. Lylia takes care to point all the hatchlings out carefully to her young Druseth, chattering a little. "Oh! Congrats, Tovanis!" Another green Impressed! But there's still that blue...

Alfi shakes her head, smacking the back of her hand... "Nonono. Sands not Stands," she repeats, turning to see as the Green Impresses. "Name?" she asks of Tovanis, wondering really what the blue's is...

On the sands, Tyara smirks and shrugs. Should have guessed that.. "Ohh," she says, smiling at Tovanis as the green chooses. "Congrats, Tovanis," she calls out, still clinging to Pyrene's hands.

On the sands, Highly-Strung Tennis Player Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Tovanis, and steps forward.

On the sands, Chayath twists her golden form to watch the last of her children hatch; eyes awhirl with something akin to pride. Molten hide flows over muscle and sinew as this young mother-queen turns her eyes to those out there watching. A special gaze goes to her baby, the one she nurtured from the moment of clutching. A thrilled rumble reverberates through her golden throat and echoes throughout the sands.

On the sands, Time, maturity, and a seasoned sense of self makes every motion of a dragon a symphony of near-poetic delight the likes of which bring tears to a Harper's eye -- it is far too bad Trick-or-Treat Blue Dragonet has the benefit of none of these. He shimmies, he wanders, he nearly falls over some poor boy from Tillek -- "Gwoooolf!" -- all in the search for the Good Things In Life. The treats. He knows they're here. And he knows who has them.. the nanny! He arrows for Pyrene.. or, he would, if arrows tended to make ooky noises and trip all over the place.

On the sands, "You can/not/ be SERIOUS!" shouts Tovanis - T'nis - shocked to his very toenails. "Racqueth?"

On the sands, Lis finally gets up off her behind, nosed gently by Alymath. "Alright, alright. We'll get there, we will..." One hand rests against the silver'd ridges of her green's neck as she staggers upwards, just in time to see Pyrene Impress... to a blue?!? "Py-rene! And a blue!" Alymath even turns her head, hunger aside.

On the sands, Pyrene winces at the direction of the blue and the sudden attention. One foot lifts to take a (first of many?) step back, her mouth opens to protest--and somewhere on her lips, the word changes: "Please?" It's a bare whisper, but her foot lowers, the step backwards untaken and her expression changes to one of wondering hope.

On the sands, Quara watches eagerly as the remaining blue is unImpressed. "Oh, someone else can get one..." Her murmurings are turned to shouts of delight as Pyrene gets the blue. "Good for you!" she calls.

Alfi watches as the blue picks with a sigh, then suddenly laughs. "Pyrene? Blue? PYREEEEEEENEEE!"

"Our candidate Impressed -- we both get chewy bars!" Watch Silvera crow. Laughter spills from her lips, the rider clapping her hands together. "Yay! I want an extra big chewybar, too, 'cause I'm just sos hungry." Poor baby.

Pyrah makes bad faces at Silvera, diappointed. "It's only because you got her, first," she mutters, unwilling to admit that, just maybe, she lost. "Not fair," she mutters, repeating her earlier opinion. "I think I should only have to pay you a half-mark."

On the sands, Tiri ooo's as Pyrene Impresses the blue, or at least as she thinks it does. Did it yet, her eyes wonder...?

On the sands, Tyara's eyes widen as she steps aside, making room for the blue dragonet in its path towards.. Pyrene?! "Oh, Py," she gasps, still staring wide-eyed at the pair.

On the sands, Quedista laughs in spite of herself. "Oh, Pyrene" she would be able to say more now if she weren't laughing. Pyrene's still lucky.

Alfi laughs harder, a sudden change. "BLUE! PYRENE!"

On the sands, D'renn stares. "Noooooo, it can't......." he moans. "Not Pyrene.... not a blue...." No matter how much he wants to torture her....

"He's looking at you, 'Rene!" Khia shouts towards the sands towards the former-nanny. "Ohh... mother didn't impress," the girl complains to Faye, the excitement extinguished from her once-flickering eyes.

On the sands, "Pyrene?" For a moment, Lylia's not sure. But with Druseth's encouraging baby croon, a grin creeps across her face. "Pyrene... on a blue. Congratulations!" She /did/ Impress... and didn't even throw a candidate at him!

Rita trys to hide a smile that suddenly bursts into snickering and snorkling, "PYRENE IMPRESSED A BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She shrieks giggling.

On the sands, "Swap's off," is all R'sli says as he moves away from the bluerider. "No way will I teach /that/ class."

Alfi keeps snickering, pounding the bench. Not being on the sands was almost worth this surprise!

On the sands, "Oh, thanks, Ris. And I thought you were a friend," D'renn complains, beckoning T'nis and Racqueth over to join the throng. "19... 20... 21... that blue's the last, then?"

On the sands, Quara snorts at R'sli's remark. "And I thought you liked me," she teases, with a mock-pout in D'renn's direction.

On the sands, Lis still rests one hand on Alymath's neck - the whole together forever thing is taken literally by the rider - as she waddles, like her hatchling to Lylia. "Lylia! You and me!" Cheer!

On the sands, Trick-or-Treat Blue Dragonet makes sure to knock on all the doors as he goes, see what they're offering -- that girl has nice hair, but it doesn't taste too great; that boy looked like he had a toy, but it was just a string hanging from his robe. A tug leaves /most/ of the garment still on, and as he's not about to steal someone else's costume, he keeps going, right for the nanny, right for the.. wait, hold on a minute. Waitjustaminute! Someone's handing out full-sized candy bars! (This is the best approximation to O, Lo, It Is My Chosen One that he can make.) And it's not this one..

Rita bites her lip, "WAIT!!!! Not yet!!!! The impression isn't made!" She yellls.

On the sands, T'nis has his arms round Racqueth's neck, ignoring her strange grunts as he coaxes her over to the other weyrlings. "Isn't she wonderful, a real champion!" he declares proudly - a complete reversal of opinion.

Alfi sits up, looking at Rita. "What?" Pyrene NEEDS the blue now. Unless it's HERS. Hah. Fat chance.

Finger is wagged. "A mark, a whole mark -- though I got to pay you one, too, so we're almost swappin' aren't we?" Silvera beams, smile faultering as she peers out onto the sands. "No more dragons left?" Aw. The ridder sniffs, pounting. "It's over already! Hey -- what's happening?"

On the sands, L'shil lifts Shae's hand, the one already in his grasp, and brushes a kiss across her knuckles. "The Hatching's done, my lady love. Will you do me the honour of helping to find the /proper/ accoutrements for the festivities to come shortly?" 

On the sands, Geko giggles down at Revnath, and says excitedly, "Pyrene got a blue! Did I tell you she hates blues? She said she would, erm, do something if a blue looked like it was coming for her..." She grins at T'nis, saying, for his sake, "She's beautiful."

"Oh!" Pyrah brightens. "Maybe I'll win my mark, after all." She gloats.

Alfi sits straight up, staring again. "Ok, blue...what's up?" She wants to wave down but knows she shouldn't.

Khia shrieks, tugging urgently at Faye's arm. "It's turning away!" the girl observes, "Why? I thought 'Rene impressed." She blinks, now all but confused.

On the sands, Tiri watches as the blue doesn't Impress to Pyrene and stares in wonderment. Who's he going to go to now? Did Pyrene not like blues enough or something. She makes a puzzled face... "That's odd..."

On the sands, Pyrene was holding her breath... she was. And in hope too... but now. "Eeesh..." and she lets out a shuddering sigh. So it's not coming after all? And is she happy about this?? She remains quiet, but her eyes are narrowed. She never wanted him in the first place, really.

Loren blinks, and realized that someone didn't get a dragon as many thought she was. Mayhaps the blue had sound someone more proper?

On the sands, "Ris, Ris!" D'renn nearly jumps up and down in relief. "He doesn't want Pyrene, it's alright!"

On the sands, Lylia blinks, staring. It was going for Pyrene! What.... "Awww." Lylia suddenly pouts. A pity. Pyrene on a blue... woulda been interesting. But where's he heading now?

On the sands, Quara gasps in sheer shock. "What? Why..." She frowns. "Why don't you want him, Pyrene?" she asks, dismayed.

On the sands, R'sli stops, and looks. "Yay!" he says, doing a little jig. Not that he doesn't love the nanny; she's the only one 'sides him that can control Siannen. "Maybe we /can/ swap after all," he allows to D'renn.

Alfi leans toward the Sands. "Interesting." And, oh no, there goes the tapping. For one so indecisive, maybe the Stands? *Smack* Alfi's hand turns red. "Stop thinking that," she whispers to herself, shaking the hand.

Khajad glances about. Since Khayet-Kh'et impressed, Khajad can relax, search for that daughter of his. Where in the name of the first egg, or Telynth's egg for that matter, did Khrysa get to? Surely the priveys aren't that far off......

On the sands, Tyara glares at the blue as it moves on. Aww, it was just beginning to get fun..!

Loren leans forward on the railing again, trying to get the best view possibly for watching this renegade hatchling find his lifemate. Loren hopes the girl won't be too discouraged, but notices that she doesn't seem to like blues anyways. "Maybe he wants someone else? But who?"

On the sands, "Only if I get Siannen too," D'renn replies thoughtfully. "And T'lendel?" Is he pushing his luck or what..... "So where /is/ it going?"

Solonious falls asleep.
Solonious has disconnected.

On the sands, Geko frowns at Pyrene and the blue. With an embarressed frown, she looks back down at Revnath, "Weird, I know... It's okay, I'm sure... I wonder who he's going for now?"

On the sands, Quedista grasps Tyara's hand harder as the last dragon walks about the sands. "Ooooh." is whispered below her breath as her hand crunches even harder.

On the sands, It's odd, of course it's odd, but then so is he. Trick-or-Treat Blue Dragonet holds to his principles always, and chiefest of those right now is track down the best offer, the best sweets, the one who'll indulge all his nice habits. Pyrene gets a nice view of his wiggly bum as he flounces to the next house on the block. The Big One. The one where all the nice rich people live and you know they have nothing better to do than to give out candy and cellphones and ponies to all the nice dragons that come by. Yes, THIS is IT!

Sudanna wonders, has this ever happened before? What an amazing sight!

Fellar falls to the floor, then falls asleep.
Fellar has disconnected.

Alfi bounces. "Blue, you worry me a bit. Don't hurt yourself." She should be telling herself the same...Talking to the dragons. Oh, dear.

Casiys remains silent in his place up towards the back, but keeps eyes locked...or rather flickering, between Tiri and the blue, and silent hope is made.

On the sands, "Mm.. just one more, hon. That last blue there," Shaela nods her head to the side, but doesn't shift her gaze from the darling brownrider. The comedy of him playing the sweeping, gallant gentleman in his underwear doesn't seem to strike her, clearly, because she doesn't even give so much as a giggle.

On the sands, Lis swings her head around - and so does Alymath - to look at the blue. "Not... Pyrene?" Still, it's for the best; Pyrene hates blues, right? Alymath makes her own comment which elicits a head-nod from Lis. It's a lifemate thing.

On the sands, Chayath watches the chaos with the utmost calm, confident that her children will know who best to Impress too. After all, she of course, knew instantly of her Shaela. Golden head swivels to her lifemate, their color striated with light marroon, a look Shaela should know well. Her lifemate. Turning, she watches her children make their way to their own. She can finally let her children go.

On the sands, R'sli grins. "No deal," he says with a grin. "That's no deal, and tinkers know a good deal." He smiles, and turns to a brownrider sitting above on the ledge. "G'reek!" he shouts. "Your Zorbath lost you two marks. So much for having a nose for Search!" The brownrider shouts something unintelligible, and makes for his dragon. "'Scuse me," the greenrider says, heading for the exit. "I have to catch him before he slips back to Crom."

On the sands, Tiri watches the blue, wondering where it'll go. This is getting downright confusing. Not scarey dragon, just confusing one. She screws up her face in wonderment. Why did it do that to Pyrene? Was it a mean ol' trick?

On the sands, Trick-or-Treat Blue Dragonet snuffles his way up the line of Candidates, presenting himself to each with a flamboyant creel before bounding off to repeat the display with the next, in search of the perfect treat. Pause is given at the flame-haired Dolphincrafter, however, and this time the creel is mischievous. A sniff and a snuff and a demanding croon as his eyes lock with the gold-flecked green eyes of his chosen partner in mischief. Trick or Treat, Tiri!

Kayla smiles, watching the last.

On the sands, D'renn grumbles after R'sli... at least /he/ didn't gamble today.

Loren leans a bit more forward, and idle wonders if the blue wants someone not on the stands..not likely, though. Searchriders always found enough Cand'ies for the hatchlings to choose from.

Demetrius eyes light up seeing a dolphincrafter impress a blue dragon.

On the sands, Trick-or-Treat Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Tiri, and steps forward.

On the sands, Pyrene heaves a sigh and a wry grin. "Tiri... poor thing." There. she's not even bitter look? Oh, Ok then...

Pyrah eyes Silvera. "Well. Neither of us one - but can we both still get those chewy bars?" she wheedles. And then, she holds out her hand. "Pay up." Haha. So they're not swapping marks, after all.

Gulinz goes home.

On the sands, "Tiri!" Scream. Shriek. Lylia clutches Druseth to her, careful not to injure him. Tiri... her weird friend Tiri. A blue! "Dragons over dolphins, eh?" The weyrling manages to call out to the newly-Impressed pair.

Grin lights Cas' face and faint sparkle rests in eyes, silent congrats go out to a good friend,Tiri impressed, woo.

Alfi sits down again. Over. Breathe. Sigh. BUt one more shout, "Name?"

On the sands, Tyara sighs heavily and releases her fierce grip on Py and Que's hands. Wow.. "Tiri!" she smiles, "what's his name??"

On the sands, R'sli escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Loren cheers as the final dragonet chooses his lifemate, a flamehaired child whom Loren has seen somewhere before. "Congradulations!"

On the sands, Quara gasps as the blue finds a partner, hopefully for real. "Oh, good for you, Tiri! Blue is best!"

"Not fair! Go back! Impress to /that/ one! Hmp." Silvera's voice takes on an almost childish whine. "I want a chewy bar!" Any moment now, she's going to suck her thumb. "Aw... we can both get chewy bars, anyway? Oh-kay..." Smile flickers; a mark is taken from her pocket and flipped towards Pyrah. "You won. Hmp."

On the sands, Tiri's jaw drops. "Eh! Ehhh! Merf!" She looks confused. Treat, indeed!! "His name is... Sriath! Sriath!!" She hugs the blue, despite icky goo!

On the sands, Pyrene suddenly feels very tired, very hot and very sticky. One hand lifts her sweat-soaked plait off her neck, and her feet shift painfully in the sand. Well... the world didn't end after all. So what now?

Sudanna goes out.

Demetrius spots a purple hair dolphineer. Quitely, he starts head in Casiys' general direction.

"Aww..." Khia spirals back down to her upset expression again. "I thought dragons liked mother," she pouts. "What if I were on the sands too though? Would I impress?" Whoops, there she goes again with her little fantasy.

On the sands, "Tiri! Tii-rii!" D'renn calls. Last one in....

Kayla smiles, standing. She shouts, "Congrats!"

Loren cheers for all the Candidates, and decides that it's time for bed. 

Pyrah queries, "Should we go find your cousin and make her make 'em? Or will she be too busy?" The woman looks expectantly at the rider: she's the expert in this, not Py. Mark is caught with a faint smile -- smirk? --, and tucked into a small pouch at her waist.

Casiys is dosn't notice Deme, he's watching tiri with a silly grin on his face, as far as he's concerned, she deserves it.

On the sands, Chayath watches the last of her eggs impress and turns to Shaela, offering her lifemate a good nudge. Food, now. Being confined to the sands makes a queen hungry all right. All her children are safe and about to be spoiled and loved to death so she wants her food. Food.

Faye cuddles her canine closely as she stands a bit more upright. Her two blues finally cease their chirpling, just eyeing all the newly hatched dragonets and Weyrlings. "Congrats," the quiet cook finally calls, the first thing she's not whispered since she got to the galleries.

On the sands, Yiddae watches silently, almost impassive as the last blue finds his lifemate and Tyrodinth heaves a huge sigh of regret. All gone. But from her perch, she now slides down - to the hot sands and then in search of straps. She wants to get /off/ this broiling place!

On the sands, D'renn beckons everyone around. "We can go and eat now.... this way."

Demetrius taps Casiys on the shoulder. "I see that you agree with the young dragons choice as well?"

On the sands, Geko grins gratefully to D'renn, finally able to give Revnath his first meal, so badly needed...

On the sands, L'shil simply watches her back with the quiet, fervent devotion which so characterises him, in spite of all his other habits and his dragon's strange acts. "Now," he says definitively, "we may go."

Casiys glances over at Deme, and a smile is offered "We used to prank together, if anyone deserved to impress it was Tiri."

On the sands, Yiddae scrabble's up Tyrodinth's neck with the assistance of the tough straps to settle amid thickset neckridges.

On the sands, Tyrodinth leaps back into flight, scattering sand.

"She'll be feeding someone else, surely. Hmp. It's not fair -- she should be feeding /me/ not, Kelitath." One shoulder lifts in a half shrug, then, before Silvera adds: "But we can see if any other cook can make 'em. They won't be /as/ good, but..."

On the sands, Pyrene watches the general exodus and leans against Tyara. "I'm going to throttle that d'renn... Knew he Searched me as a joke." Still, she shrugs and looks around at the others. "So we're going now? There's a party... and just think! We can drink again!" Every cloud has a silver lining.

Demetrius grins, nodding. "I see. Do you think we should stay around a while?"

Casiys chuckles quietly "Yeah sure, why not? I hope to get a chance to give her my congrats."

"Okay." Pyrah agrees to that with a sharp nod. "We'll just have to visit and have your cousin --" She pauses, searching for the girl's name, and gives up. " -- your cousin make 'em for us, eh?"

Demetrius chuckles, "At least you don't have that thing with you."

On the sands, Chayath escapes to find herself a snack while her lifemate trundles off elsewhere.

[Exit spam throughout those last poses edited out. And yes, if you were wondering, Pyrene was a stand-only candidate. I didn't want to Impress, but SearchCo and I couldn't resist teasing Pyrene with a blue... we just didn't explain all this to my fellow candidates (or anybody else) in advance, so they all genuinely thought I'd Impressed there at the end and were so sweet about cheering me, disappointed or not. My love to you all.]

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