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7/29/2001
Logfile from Elehu
MOO Time: 2001-07-29 11:52:33
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And on Pern ...
The time is 05:44.
It is before dawn of the eighth day of summer.
It is the twenty-eighth Turn of the Tenth Pass.
It is a summer before dawn. The air is pleasantly mild, and the sky is a velvety
black color, dark now that the moons have set. The stars wink high above in
the cloudless night sky.
On the sands, D'renn moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.
On the gallery ledges, Ilare edges further along the ledge and into the galleries.
On the sands, Labyrinth Egg shivers softly from it's cozy spot in the shaded darkness. So it begins.
On the gallery ledges, Shawn steps carefully in from the galleries, the Hatching Sands displayed below them.
On the sands, Ilare moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.
On the sands, Hyzen moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.
On the gallery ledges, Saoirse steps carefully in from the galleries, the Hatching Sands displayed below them.
On the sands, Science Fiction Double Feature Egg wobbles a bit, then once again lays still upon the burning sands
On the sands, Hip Hop Lifestyle Egg twitches, lightly, small testing taps growing .. and then falling silent.
Magen looks around to see if anyone familiar is in the gallery.
On the sands, Nuclear War Egg shudders just slightly, the tension building between sides.
On the sands, Rusty Bike Egg quivers...in a haphazard pattern of movements.
Magen says, "Oh, an egg is moving! 2 eggs are moving...more"
Desil sits quietly hoping no one notice he has sneaked in.
On the sands, Petrified Forest Egg isn't moving yet. Nope, nope, nope.
On the sands, Pyrene comes onto the Sands at a rate of a very fast thing in a big hurry. "Cadge, are you sure /now/?? I was just about to have breakfast!" she despairs. The eggs are eyed crossly. That's it. They're all blues now. Must be.
On the sands, Dark Broken Mirror Egg remains in its shattered place on the sands. For now.
On the sands, Ancient Egyptian Cloisonne-Work Egg just rests in its timeless spot in the sands where it belongs.
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg trembles with little hesitation, shivering against a dune of sand.
On the sands, "Oh, what's going on?" D'renn splutters needlessly, charging his way out onto the roasting Sands. "Pyrene, are they popping? Are they?"
On the sands, Enamelled Blue Faberge Egg just twinkles. It's blue anyway. And it's pretty! See?
On the sands, Stop Motion Photography Egg shivers just slightly, shifting sand this way and that before it settles back into place.
On the gallery ledges, Shawn sits down on the edge of the dragon ledge... great dragons of the weyr lined up behind her, "Hey Sorsh..." she grins lopsidedly, "Best seat in the house... /right/ here..." this is where she used to watch hatchings as a child...
On the sands, Wurzburg's Romanesque Cathedral Egg tilts slightly to one side, the peaceful hues pulsating against the push from within. It's not time yet... wait for it.
On the sands, See big blue. See big blue swooping down. See big blue landing on ledge. See Cayl rushing in, her hair wet, her clothes not fully buttoned (Though she's working on that), and her shoes still carried in her hands. "Blast Faranth to peices!" She curses as she jumps at the heat of the sands. Hasty fingers work at the buttons on her tunic even as she tries to hold one leg up and insert foot in shoe. "Why /now/? Mzadith, you coulda at least given me /some/ warming besides 'Get your butt to the sands /now/!' Eesh."
Being late, Darek slides into a seat quickly as the eggs begin to rock. Moving those shardin' kegs took longer than expected but the weyr needs fine drink to celebrate the hatching. So his duty being done, he settles back into his seat to rest sore muscles and enjoy the show.
Hobble up the stairs and Tevya plops herself into the nearest seat, the front row and the seat closest by. Eyes watch each of the eggs as the wobble, a curious grin spreading across her face. That gaze is switched between the eggs and people as they walk up the stairs..
On the gallery ledges, Fiareth scrambles in, careful of wings and tail.
On the sands, Cherished Spinning Top Egg wobbles a little, experimentally, before settling back to wait.
On the gallery ledges, Bydelth scrambles in, careful of wings and tail.
On the gallery ledges, Itazurath scrambles in, careful of wings and tail.
On the gallery ledges, N'ano slides from Bydelth's neck and lands gently on the ground.
On the gallery ledges, Khaye slips down Itazurath's side, aided by a shift in position on the dragon's part and landing with a soft thud on the ground.
On the gallery ledges, Saoirse climbs high, high, high above the maddening crowd. Siulth's squeezed herself onto a skinny ribbon of stone even further up, but this ledge will do just fine for Saoirse. "Hi Shawn." She sits, legs stretched before her, alongside the brownrider. "Yeah. I hate gettin' squashed in down there." She thumbs at the Gallery-crowd.
On the gallery ledges, Fiareth drops a foreleg, craning neck to watch E'an dismount.
On the gallery ledges, Tstar steps carefully in from the galleries, the Hatching Sands displayed below them.
Konolan saunters up into the Galleries, looking rather smug. Ohdear. He smiles as he spots Tevya, the only well-known face in the crowd and waves cheerily..a scary sight to behold. "Mind if I join you?" He inquires as he walks toward her, gesturing at the benches. Sitting is /good/. He looks around once again and oohs at the eggs rocking. A small nod go to Nuff and Lis when he spots them, accompanied by a smile, while a wave is sent Ceridwin-wards.
On the sands, Ilare has arrived! Well, after some interesting acrobatics off the ledges to get to the sands. "My word, my word, I'm not late am I?" Brushing of her red leathers, a wave is given her brown waaay up On the gallery ledges, peering with interest at the eggs that rock and roll upon the sands. "Betcha bronze hatches first.." Not directed at anyone in particular, no, as Ilare nibbles the cookie behind one hand..
Magen watches as the visitors all file in. More eggs rocking! "Oh, an egg shattered!
On the gallery ledges, Elbareth scrambles in, careful of wings and tail.
Lis gets herself comfortable in the galleries, plunking Donis on one side, Cerise on the other, and Trenny next to her daughter. The least volatile combination of children; like that puzzle with the goat, wolf and some cabagges.
On the sands, R'ave is sweating already. Whether that be from nerves or from the heat, well, decide for yourselves. He settles in the sidelines, nailbiting. His lifemate is around here somewhere, surely. Great giver of moral support.
On the gallery ledges, Hytiaf slides from Bydelth's neck and lands gently on the ground.
Magen says, "Oh, good. I turned my head. I thought I missed one!"
On the sands, Sora is here. Sora is here? Oh dear. The bluelet swings off Cati's neck, slaps him back up into the air, and skitters across to join the other Weyrlingmonster pack. Squeal.
On the sands, Pyrene stares piteously around at people who Are Here. "Did anybody bring water, fruit... anything cold and edible?" she wonders. "I'm /hungry/." All the silly eggs' fault. The candidates have probably been bad influences on them. Cadge gives her rider an apologetically reproachful look, but is busy with The Important Business of Humming.
On the sands, Tatia clambers out onto the sands, anxously shoving uncombed hair from her eyes as she scrambles toward her clutchmates. "Shards, but I forgot how /hot/ these sands are," she mutters softly, picking up her feet a bit despite the protection of thick-soled boots. Her eyes, too, lift toward the galleries, then skim the dancing eggs. "Bronze? I'm taking dibs on green, Ilare," she notes with a smirk. Greens are best, after all.
Ceridwin waves and grins Konolan-direction.. hey, a former swim partner! Yup, Reaches has good people..
On the sands, Hip Hop Lifestyle Egg shimmers, it rocks, it rolls! And then settles back to twitching lightly.
On the sands, browns are best, but bronzes are good luck! Tatia's response gets a grin from Ilare, before Pyrene's plea earns the goldrider a blink. "I've cookies?" Snack sized, mind, but she DOES have cookies.
On the gallery ledges, Shawn chuckles, "No doubt..." plus, here she can be with her lifemate...and he is sitting beside her in all his bearish glory humming a soft baritone down at the eggs below...as he peers, hanging half over the ledge and half resting upon it... "So, anything else up?" leave it to Shawn to ask questions about something else besides the biggest thing going on in the weyr...
On the gallery ledges, Castaliath scrambles in, careful of wings and tail.
On the sands, Ciera sidles up next to Ilare with a smirk. "Bronze first, hmm? I'll bet you it doesn't." She nods towards the wiggling eggs. "How much?"
On the sands, "Betcha not," comes Hyzen's reply to Ilare as she moves onto the sands as well, a flask perched at her hip and some rolls clutched in hand. Tatia's comment recieves a wide grin before girl turns slightly to watch the eggs. "I have some water, Pyrene. No fruit." She takes the flask and moves towards the weyrwoman, holding it out. "Should be nice a cold right now."
On the sands, Salea solicitously offers Pyrene a small water-skin, taking the lid off for the goldrider. "Its going to be a hot one..." she absently notes, shidting sand off the top of her boot with a quick shake.
On the gallery ledges, Yla slides from her position between sleek neckridges, and drops the final foot or so to the ground with a thud.
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg twinges, life pulsating beneath the soft eggshell.
On the sands, Pyrene practically falls onto Tatia with relief. "You /darling/ /darling/ greenrider. And blue will Hatch first. Just you watch. I bet we'll get a blue egg hatching and all the others will wait until a more sensible time." Sulk. Salea, that paragon of brownriders also gets a smile. "And /you/ are a star." Actually water seems to be thrust at her from all directions. Nice to see so many people prepared. Makes up for herself.
On the sands, everyone is mistaken. Blue is the overall Topper of any color. Gold has nothing on it. Green. Nor brown. So, that finished, Labyrinth Egg shivers some more, even so much so that it falls gently to its side in one rotund rollll... Time to navigate those endless pathways streaked through the sands.
Bjorn stands to one side, supposed to be on duty but he is gazing over the rail to the eggs. He looks around at the people.
On the gallery ledges, "Oh. It's.." Melt. "Warm." Khaye is happy, now. Bounce. "Wow. Just like our Hatching!" A pause. "Only.. not so hot. And I have shoes now."
On the sands, "Water? Oh /Hy/... could I get some of that?" Tatia questions, voice hovering in a near-whine. Nevermind that it may be more useful to Py... Tat's hot. Pyrene is studied with a look that's near horror before she simply blinks, stepping back a bit. "I'm sticking with green," she notes firmly before glancing toward Hyzen expectantly. She wants water - remember?
On the sands, Is Ilare the sole cheerful gal here? Why not a bronze? "I'm not taking you up on any bet," is her reply to Ciera. Ilare needs them marks to buy.. stuff. Like another blanket for Chanticoth. Or something. Hand sinks into her pocket, and a shrug shakes her shoulders. "Cookie?" is offered to Hyzen, before Ilare turns her gaze to the eggs. "Someone IS fetching the candidates, yes?" Can't have a Hatching without them really..
On the sands, "Tat-Tat-Tat." Sora bounces lightly on her bootheels, drifting Tatia-ways. "Tat. Look, Tat. They're moving. Movingmoving. Where are the Candidates, Tat? Where are they? Can I have your water, Tat?"
On the sands, Sasha chuckles nervously...her eyes filled with anticipation as the eggs begin to move. Taking a sip of her own bottle of water she grins. "Poor candies...they are going to get sooo hot out there!" with a raised brow directed at Pyrene, she grins " I bet you are right...although it would be nice to have the luck of a bronze first..."
Tevya grins as she slides down a seat, "Not at all Nolan," Slight shifting of her position and she settles back down. "So it's been a while, how're you doing?" Probably asked because of his entrance..which /could/ be explained by the rocking eggs on the Sands...
On the sands, Cayl grumbles incoherantly as she tries to balance herself against the sweaty rock wall while slipping on a boot. "Where are those candidates?? They're taking way too long." Complain, complain. "Oh hush, Mzadith. You're louder then me by volumns!" That is true, to be said of the singing blue.
On the sands, R'ave rubs his stubbly chin anxiously, eyes cast from one side of the Sands to the other. A glance turns toward Sora. Oh yeah. Candidates. Good idea. Hmm.
On the gallery ledges, N'ano bobs his head "Aye... boots--" and he taps his "'n nice and warm, I love it! Reminds me of... Ista, of course." 'cause Ista's hot, and the hatching grounds are hot, therefore it's hot.
Lis puts her feet up on the railing, because she can. And because they're swollen and painful, even this early in the morning. Donis has already started taking bets on the first color with some good-natured hold gentry who humors the boy. "Half a mark we get a blue. 'Cause it's UglyDragon." -- "Donis!" Swat. -- "Sorry. /Cadgwith/."
On the sands, "Absolutely /not/! I'm hot, Sora!" Tatia replies, frowning toward her clutchmate. "Find your own water!" Despite the fact that Tat didn't. The greenrider grins suddenly, shooting a glance toward the entrance the candidates will appear in. "Shards.. you sound more nervous than you were at /our/ hatching."
On the sands, R'sli steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Khory steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Lorsalia steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Tamber steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Hiliza steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Loren steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Reiko steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Xaner steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Surupa steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Kinecha steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Murrough steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Marianne steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Kezenex steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Hynolonie steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, D'renn has his usual wineskin. "We need less than 20 blues, I believe.... else I have to wear a dress to the post-Hatching party," D'renn confides in Ciera, edging closer to his wingmate. "But I'll take you up on it... Green first." Wait.... eeeek.... here come the Candidates.
On the sands, Rowann steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Cristen is pushed in by G'deon.
On the sands, Stop Motion Photography Egg shivers again, twisting to show off its fiery red in a bright flash of brillance that leaves any spectator who may be looking directly at it blinded for a moment. Anxious, this egg is - impatient. It's been waiting long enough for the picture-perfect moment.
On the sands, Pyrene twitters still but relaxes a bit more, sending a merry grin to her dragon. "Nearly off the Sands at last!" she calls to Cadge who rumbles contentedly in reply. "Are the candidates coming... Yes they are!" Observation. A good skill in a clutchmother.
On the sands, Rusty Bike Egg tilts to an uncomfortable angle....it might just keel over...could it fall? Tilt, tilt, quiver, quiver....
On the sands, Pia is pushed in by G'deon.
On the sands, Squaln is pushed in by G'deon.
On the sands, Sora pouts at Tatia, then perks up and leers slightly. "Oh, yes, Tatia, you are so very hot." Ahem. The greenrider gets a blank look. "Am no--/oooh/!!! Look, R'a, Tat, /Candidates/!" R'ave is given a sleeve-tug. "R'ave, look! There's Loren and Hiliza and that one girl and that other girl and stuff!"
On the sands, Ogera steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Ilare isn't at all nervous. *chomp* Mane is flicked over her shoulder, before hc whee!
On the sands, Phea steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, G'deon steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
On the sands, Hip Hop Lifestyle Egg does the hip, hop, the hip-hip-hop, twitching from side to side along with the rest of its clutch.
On the gallery ledges, Khaye bounces. Exciting. Nod, nod. "Boots are good. And so is this. Because it's hot. And I like hot. Ooh, look at the eggs!" Peer. "Taz's was better, but these are still kind of pretty." Bounce.
Galleries
Row upon row of stone benching rises above the Hatching Grounds, seats for those
who come to watch the incredible experience that is a hatching. Each individual
seat is embellished with a worn cushion, the only concession to comfort in a
place that traps heat, holding it within so that those who watch are inflicted
with its intensity, though on a milder level than those who must stand and face
the dragonets. The expanse of sand that is the hatching grounds spreads out
in front of the benches, a huge stage for a spectacular show.
Type 'help here' for info on how to view objects on the sands.
Settled along stone are thirty firelizards.
You see Endymion here.
You notice Syela asleep here.
Nuff, Magen, Anjaline, Kariel, Desil, Tevya, Carise, Gold_Guest, Lis, Konolan,
Ceridwin, Kelana, Darek, Tizarei, Sya, Inamorata, and Oliana are here.
Obvious exits:
Dragon Ledges - Stairs
On the sands, Hyzen moves back to Tatia when Pyrene's done with the water, laughing as she hands the flask over. "Can't believe you didn't remember some water, Tat'. These sands are scorching." The candidates are watched as they arrive On the sands, grin widening.
On the sands, "Your powers of observation never cease to amaze me, Sora," Tatia intones dryly before stopping to eye the candidates as they traipse in.
On the sands, Essie, turning a bright shade of green, tugs on Lorsalia's hand, who in turn tugs on Loren's. "We gotta bow now." The first girl instructs, bobbing down quickly and waiting for the others to do the same.
On the sands, Ciera looks downcast at Ilare's refusal--she could have used the marks. Affecting an unconcerned pose, she shrugs. "Your loss, if it turns out bronze." Attention glides to D'renn, and interest piques. "A dress to the post-Hatching party? All the more reason to hope for more blues. I think a brown will hatch first, though... Pyrene will get Cadgwith to use some subtle influence just to spite us blueriders." Her tone holds the mournful quality of one much abused.
On the sands, R'sli nods as the candidates arrive On the sands, and then takes out a battered black book and a pencil. "D'renn, you got any last-minute wagers?" he calls. "Betting stops as the first egg hatches."
On the sands, Labyrinth Egg falls silent, lopped on its side in a trench unmovable. This is one riddle that it will have to solve before it can continue deeper into the heart of the..well, sand.
On the sands, Cadgwith dips her thorny head and glowers one eye at the candidates, for effect. Be good now. No touching this time... Each bow is eyed with passive incomprehension, but she appreciates the gesture. Her hum has faded a little as she waits for the first egg to hatch; it's the calm before the storm.
On the sands, R'ave just sort of stares. "Um. Yeah. There they are." Googly purple eyes wait, wait... and he latches onto Sora. Nerves.
On the sands, Khory takes that first step out onto the hot sands, and does the only thing his nerve wracked mind can remember.. Bow to both clutch mother and father. As he does, he pulls Necha down with him.
Kariel heads onto the gallery ledges, a bratling of his own in tow in the crook of his arm. Kalette wouldn't take her... and she needed to go. At least, in Kare's opinion. So here we are. Greenrider and slew of bratlings are noticed and crossed towards with a congenial smile, Kare glancing to the sands and candidates and trying to offer a wave to Loren. Not that she'll notice. But still. "Why aren't you and the crew with Aly on the sands? Or ledges?" So much more prestigious than... here."
On the sands, Reiko winces as she steps out onto the sands... which are a bit hotter than she actually expected on her bare feet. But she straightens her shoulders, clenching Phea's hand just a bit more tightly, and manages not to hop too much as she makes her way over to Cadgwith and Orbyth... of course dragging the Hyper One with her. She releases the small hand momentarily to bow politely, if a bit stiffly, and reaches again for Phea's hand.
On the sands, Orbyth rumbles amiably - ooh look, they're all bowing to him! Nice candidates. He'll let them Impress his bebes now.
Magen smiles. She recognizes Xaner from Paradise. Whispering..."Good luck Xaner...
On the sands, Surupa slowly follows the line of candidates, just about to turn right around and run back into the barracks at the sight of all the rocking eggs. But that just isn't the way to go, now that she is stuck out there and already bouncing back to look over to the dam and sire of the clutch, bowing her front half forward in respect... and as she was told to do so, right? And before long, she is clinging just as well to Hiliza as she shuffles a bit closer. The heat? Forget about that right now.
On the sands, G'deon ushers the last few Candidates out onto the sands, nodding to Pyrene and Zi'n before scanning the galleries and dragon ledges with a pleased smile. "You're doing very well," he informs the last straggling white-clad boy. "Now... stay."
On the sands, Mechelle steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
Konolan grins as he slides into the recently-vacated Tevya-seat. Next to Tev. See? "Oh, I've been..good. Keeping m'self amused. And you?" He still looks smug. And rather pleased with himself. And have I mentioned smug? Be scared. "What do you think'll hatch first, huh? I'd say Brown...because I like browns." Brown hair, brown eyes, brown dragon..it's all the same.
On the sands, Enamelled Blue Faberge Egg does a little jump of excitement suddenly as if it can see the candidates. Then it goes back to quietness--perhaps struck by stage-fright, perhaps posing... perhaps lurking.
On the gallery ledges, Saoirse offers a crooked grin. "Not much. Luckily. Dane's staying in with the nannies these days, so I didn't have to worry about waking him when I came down." And there's a relief. "You?" She flicks a glance toward Shawn, though for the most part, her gaze stays fixed on the egg-strewn Sands. She's seen so many of these events... and yet, how unthinkable to miss one?
On the sands, "Well," Tatia notes as they all enter, voice raised toward H yzen. "I didn't /expect/ it to be now! I was napping - only that sharded humming woke me up in time to make it at all!" She reaches for the skin with a grateful smile, feet shifting before she downs a long swallow.
On the sands, Sand is the Ancient Egyptian Cloisonne-Work Egg's natural environment... caves too, though the hatching cavern is fair greater and more airy than any stuffy tomb. Slowly, thoughtfully, it rocks. Just like that.
On the sands, Lorsalia does a bow too, her sweaty hands clinging more tightly to Loren and Essie's. Already, she notices eggs moving and she points them out to Loren. "Look! They're wiggling already. Not my favorite yet, but others are!"
On the sands, Sora clucks her tongue at Tatia, hooking her elbow with R'ave's without a by-your-leave. "Be nice, Tat, be nice! Musn't upset Cadgwith and all that. Positive feelings, you see." And her face lights, voice rising to call at the Candidates: "Positive feelings! Smile! Bow! Be nice!" We've got .. goooooood viibraatiiioooons...
On the sands, Xaner shuffles out on to the sands, still gripping onto Tamber. Ow..um..hey, maybe sandals /would/ have been a good idea. Hot feet! Ouchy ouch ouch... Oh yes. He gives a bow to the lovely clutchparents. Smooch. Aren't you prettyful? Feet hurrrrt.
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg shrugs out of its shallowed divot, active, but not ready just yet.
On the sands, Loren steps in, inhaling very, very carefully. In, out. In, out. Cadgwith and Orbyth and the eggs and all those other things get a wary glance, and then Lo' dips forward in an akward bow. "Um ... right." A few nods, and then she peers around, catching a vague glimps of familiar someones. "Oh! R'ave! And Sora!" A bright beam in their direction, and then Lo' peers at the eggs. "Ummm... right. Not yet." Stare.
On the gallery ledges, N'ano shakes his head "Byd's... definitely.... woo! There they go!" As the white clad candidates make their way onto the hot sands, N'ano leans forward, trying to distinguish face from face "Eh! There there!" N'ano is all but hyper as he points out not only past candie-mates, but his own good friend, Mechelle.
On the sands, D'renn hmmphs at Ciera, swigging his wine. "I know you want all blues, but I don't think there's much chance. Drink?" he offers her the skin.
On the sands, Ilare isn't at all nervous. *chomp* Mane is flicked over her shoulder, before the brown on the ledge gets a wink. And the candidates an approving nod. All present? Goodgood. And the bows are better than those performed at HER Hatching.. "Bet we'll have lots of browns." She can hope, right? A finger crosses, and the brownrider bounces on the spot a little. Bronze first, bronze first..
On the sands, Petrified Forest Egg doesn't budge. It's perfectly happy in it's warm and sandy spot, and sees no reason to move. So it doesn't.
"Brown?" Tevya asks shaking her head. "Nope. Blue. Definitely blue." Yep, and that is given with a slightly curious glance, "What's wrong?" Wrong used wisely as Nolan and smug dont mix...
On the sands, Murrough quickly follows the other candidates, stopping to offer a bow to the proper authorities, and then speeding up to find his place within the circle. "Wow...Seems bigger in here" he offers, a shiver running down his back even though its quite warm.
On the sands, Kinecha clutches Khory hand and is thus force into a bow to the clutch parents along with him. "Thanks, Khor... I almost forgot," she mutters, staring at the moving eggs, then sees the crowd in the galleries. "Ohhh nooo. So many people." Obviously Necha doesn't appreciate an audience.
On the sands, Phea toddles along after Reiko, muttering something along the lines of, "Hothothothot.." As Reiko releases her hand, she follows suit, bowing dramatically to clutchmommy and daddy. After this, more clutcing at Reiko's hand. "Look, Reiko! My fav-or-ite egg!" And a gesture to the Faberge Egg.
Lis waves Kariel into a seat next to Donis, hopefully containing him - and occupying him with Karette. "Because it's cushy here. I've already been on the Sands too many times for it to be fun anymore. And my feet hurt." Which is why they're up on the railing.
On the sands, Remote-Controlled Everything Egg gives a little wiggle, the hazy heat rippling along its sleek shell. Then another. Oooh, someone is getting impatient...
On the sands, Kezenex shuffles onto the hot sands, shifting his feet from hot sand, nervousness, and confusing. It's all so...Hectic! "Ack!" He chirps, pointing..Egg..moving..rocking..oh /dear/. Th-this is all /real/! He's at a /hatching/ as a candidate on the sands. The sudden realization seems to leave the Herder a little weak-kneed. "Eep.." He continues shufflijng until he bumps someone and then remembers to bow to Cadgwith and Orbyth, almsot fallign as he does so. Eggs....
On the sands, Marianne strides out onto the sands, breath catching in her throat, gaze zooming over the place. She murmurs to herself under her breath, stepping up to bow to Cadgwith and Orbyth, then takes a step back, glancing at the eggs. It's time. "Good luck, you guys..." she murmurs, averting her eyes from the galleries.
On the sands, Hynolonie stares for a good long moment until she's bumped into. Its then that the littlest candidate wakes up, and looks around the crowded caverns. All of Pern was looking at her.. Eep. She turns and wince/smiles at Cadgwith and Pyrene and to the clutch daddy, who she didn't recogonize right now. Lonie sticks with the large group of candidates and eyes the eggs.. no hatchling yet.. right?
On the sands, Reiko stares with mute amazement at the wobbling eggs. She's only ever seen firelizard eggs hatching before, after all. And even though she's seen these eggs before, they look.. different.
On the sands, Pyrene sends a wry glare to D'renn and Ciera. "Hope you've had that dress laundered, D'renn," she calls over. She refuses to be baited by blue-talk though. Instead she sends the candidates sunny beams. Feel warm and cosy yet? Or hot and bothered....
On the sands, Rowann just.. follows along with what everyone else is doing. As she rises from her bow to Clutchparents, she goes back to clinging to Rupa. "Ow.. It's hot." Shift feet. Hop.
On the sands, Mechelle bows quickly, then heads over towards the other candidates, standing back a bit. NOw that the moment is here, hands sweat as she clasps them together, already stepping from one foot to the other, though her feet aren't yet /that/ hot. A glance is thrown to the galleries, but quickly, her eyes return to the eggs. They're /moving/!
Rhiannon walks in.
On the sands, Science Fiction Double Feature Egg almost seems to shrug, a slow, lethargic movement as it settles back into place within the warm confines of its sandy home.
On the gallery ledges, Shawn is suddenly just absorbed by the goings on below... she nods to Sorsh...she heard her, yep... "Oh not much..." she mutters and puts her attention toward rocking eggs.
On the sands, R'sli moves over to where the other weyrlingmasters are standing, and makes a few notes in his book. "I should make enough for new riding leathers with this clutch," he says with a grin. "Since my old set was cut up after my accident."
On the sands, Khory doesn't want to look up at the galleries, but he does.. and mouth drops open. "They're all here.. to see us.." Make fools of themselves.. Especially those who forgot their sandals. Like him. Really.. tradition isn't all it's cracked up to be. A steady hop-hop from one foot to the other is this man's only action at the moment.. Well, that and /staring/ from eggs to people, and back again.
On the sands, Remote-Controlled Everything Egg wiggles just a bit then waits patiently, a hairline fissure appearing with a sharp click. Then with a muted bump and an impulsive wriggle, miniature cracks begin to materialize along the little crimson lines etched into this smokey grey egg, the smooth surface taking on an increasingly grooved pattern as if the dragon inside has tired of the same boring diversions and wants out, wants something new! Suddenly it seems he can no longer tolerate that dark monotony of within, shattering that coldly efficient shell to reveal himself to the world.
On the sands, Borrowed Talent Dragonet
On the sands, Vibrant versatility trumpets its fanfare of sapphire and aquamarine
to herald this dragon: a wiry grace made flesh with the lithe, efficient lines
of a dancer. Brighter blue illuminates the well-formed headknobs: a spotlight
for the scherzo of aqua that tumbles the length of his slender neck and back
and masques his wedge-shaped head. Turquoise elegance plucks the cobalt that
strings his glassy 'sails and echoes darker in the strokes of midnight that
chime along graceful spars and talon tips. His starlit tail is no curtain call,
however, but an encore that continues life's dance.
On the sands, Tamber ,unsteady on his feet, takes that first step onto the Sands. Following the lead of the others, because thats all his mind can comprehend around him, he bows to the dragons before being dragged forward by Xaner. And /freezes/ for a moment as his eyes finally notice the very moving eggs. "Xaner..." he points, "They're, they're.../moving/!" he finishes in a wail.
On the sands, Ciera shakes her head at the offer. "No thanks, I get drunk too easily to risk having wine on the sands. And I don't want /all/ blue," she adds. "Just mostly blue. With maybe a couple green and brown."
On the sands, Hiliza bobs her entire body in the direction of the clutch parents and their riders, flashing a smile in the direction of the riders. She's been out here before, but is much too nervous to actually say anythin. No, Surupa and, hopefully, Ogera are clung too, one hand each, and she nervously scans the galleries, and back. "Ooh! Blue! Dragonent! Haaaaatching!" Just, try not to faint.
On the sands, R'ave waves with cheesy-eagerness toward Loren. Hey. He knows her! Er. Duh. And so he hugs Sora. What a goofball.
Magen says, "I wonder what color will hatch first?" Leaning forward, anticipation building."
On the sands, Sasha jumps up and points At Pyrene." I knew it! Cadwith's first is a blue!" she waggles a finger at Pyrene..."Its an omen! It has to be!"
On the sands, Xaner blinks. Moving? What? Hm? He looks at the eggs, instead of his feet. "They're what..oh!" Not only are the eggs /moving/, but they're hatching. "Tammmber! Loooook!"
On the sands, Surupa remembers to breath, of course, gasping as she eyes one egg and then the other, whining just as she does so. "They are /moving/." Whine. And... Oh dear, one popped. "It popped! It's there! Look!" And she attempts to hide herself completely behind the nanny-candidate, even attempting to get behind Rowann in the process. "It's /really/ happening!"
On the sands, Phea glances from egg to egg, attempting to balance on her one sandal; Reiko is used for leverage, of course. "Blue!" She wails, clinging furthermore to Hand-Holding-Buddy, quivering in anticipation. "Blue! Blueblueblue! -- eep, foot, hothothothot!"
On the sands, Reiko can't help twitching as the first egg shatters. A blue. She clutches Phea's hand more tightly, reflexively, her eyes glued to the dragonet. Oh.
On the sands, Stop Motion Photography Egg ripples against the growing force of the Sands' heat, winding itself around in a slow twist that sends a spiderwork of cracks running swiftly along the shell. Slowly, carefully, the colors begin to fall: first blue, then green, then a shard of shimmering gold is ousted with a single poke of emerging claws and head. In the end, a mere moment of contemplative thought is had before True Blue Mate Dragonet steps out of the ruins and into life.
On the sands, True Blue Mate Dragonet
On the sands, Rich, ruddy brown drapes this stocky dragonet in intricate layers
of storm-dark hue: it beats at his high whithers, drums lightly along his sides,
and presses an insistant umber against his broad, powerful chest. His haunches
shift with racy whorls of amber and white, chasing themselves down the length
of his tail and returning to dapple the shadows of his underbelly. Sharper sienna
taints the blunt 'ridges and wide face, save where sudden brightness etches
gold around his 'knobs and flat, mesa muzzle. Wings, too, carry the backlit
force of a savannah sunrise, burning just as deep as the intelligent flare of
his inquisitive, whirling eyes.
On the sands, Pyrene lets out a dull wail and utilises Zi'n's shoulder to bury her face in. "Blue.." Never mind the fact that she won her bet. Cadgwith however seems delighted. Her first child is greeted with a bright seabird's call before her humming subsumes it.
On the gallery ledges, Khaye peers at the eggs. and there's.. a dragonet. "Blue! Oh. Brown would have been better, but blue is okay." Point. "Yes. Just like out Hatching." Squeak. Nostalgia. "It's so nice! And.." Squeak. "It's a brown! A brown! OhgreatFaranth /it's a brown/!"
On the sands, Lorsalia gasps at the first hatching. "BLUE?" She shrieks, stomping one of her besandaled feets and glaring at Essie, then Loren, then Essie and back again. "They said it would be green. Blue is /bad/." She fixes her voice to something better, then sees the brown. "That's nicer, but I still don't see a green. Green's the best." Ooops. By the way Essie is looking at the brown, she doesn't think that.
On the sands, "Blue? Awwww......" D'renn just scowls. "Someone keep count of the blues, please?"
On the sands, R'sli crows as the blue appears, followed by a brown. "Oh, that's perfect!" he chortles. "That little blue just made me a small fortune!"
On the sands, Ah, darn it. "Blue.. Well, it begins with B.." A shrug of red-leathered shoulders, and head tilts at the new hatchling. But.. It's followed by.. "Brown!" Yay! Woo! Go brown! "And isn't he handsome?" Not that the blue isn't, mind, but Ilare is biased.
On the sands, Mechelle gasps as the first one breaks from his shell. It's blue! And a nice looking one, at that! And...another blue! She can't keep her eyes in one place for even a minute, too many things to see.
On the sands, We've got .. goooood vibraaaashuuuuuns, gooooo--"/Oooh/! It's blue, Ra've, it's blue!" Sora gives Pyrene a huge beam. "Blue, Pyrene! Looklook!" And Tat is nudged, R'ave getting an absent hug back. "Tat, see that? Blue! And brown!"
"Blue!" Lis announces in a cackle. D'renn's wearing a dress, and Donis is half a mark richer. "Huh. At least they're not all blue." Dragonets are eyed skeptically, looking for a green. None of 'em are as pretty as Alymath, of course.
On the sands, As the first dragonet emerges from his shell, Khory hops a little too much, and nearly falls back. "Kinecha," he whispers. "Don't, whatever you do, let me fall.. ok?" That would simply be the biggest humiliation of his life right now.. To fall and be crushed by a dragon.. No blush could cover up for that mess.
On the sands, Marianne chews her lip again, lifting her somewhat-injured foot off the sand for just a moment, pressing it into her other leg. The blue dragonet immediately gets all her attention, and she moves on a little closer towards the other candidates. Her attention is divided as the next egg hatches. "Blue, and brown... they're /beautiful/."
On the sands, Borrowed Talent Dragonet vaults onto the sands, wide eyes looking about. Did he miss his cue? And what are these white things? He practically sashays the next few steps, pose becoming more confident as he realizes his purpose. He must find his dance partner, that's it!
On the sands, "Hot, hot, hot," Kinecha mutters, as her squeeze on Khory hand increaces. "Oh, look dragonets," she says almost surprised as she forgets the heat underneath her feet. There were dragonets on the Sands.
On the sands, Kezenex's jaw just /drops/ as he looks abotu to sink right down to the sands, "T-that's a dragon...," he sutters to those nearest him statign the obvious. Shards..."This is real," he mutter,s still taken aback by it all. "Blue..." His vision's goign blue..
On the sands, "Well.. it's kinda.. blueish green?" Tatia notes hopefully as she glances toward Sora. "In some lights. Maybe? That's close to what I said. " Yeah - she was right. Of course.
On the sands, "It's a blue! And a brown!" Cling. "They're.. almost pretty. Wow." Rowann peers over Surupa's shoulder at the popping eggs. "...Wow."
On the gallery ledges, E'an glares at Khaye. "No! It should've been green. Green is lucky. Lucky is.. what this hatching should be. It should be green!"
On the sands, Ciera perks as she catches sight of the first dragonet. "Blue!" Her cry borders on triumphant. "Perfect!" The second is spotted, and greeted with considerably less enthusiasm. "And bronze. Shells. But that's one blue out of twenty." She smirks at D'renn. "Only nineteen more to go, but we started on a good note."
On the sands, Hynolonie stares with mouth wide open as the first blue...then the brown hatchling errupts from their shells. She blinkes a few times.. then just stares in an almost cattatonic way. Ohh.. dragonets. Someone better grab her if she gets charged by one of them.
On the sands, Cayl sighs as she watches the candidates filing. "Bout time..." She grumbles. Yes, she's in an off mood. After all, she's got wet, now sweaty hair, and she's still got one boot to go. And..."BLUE!' She whoops out. That's the best possible sign she coulda seen. A hand claps against her leg. "Wonderful!" Mzadith, from the ledges, continues to hum, now more purrful then before.
On the sands, Enamelled Blue Faberge Egg shimmies and shimmers. It's blue too! Does it get groaned and cheered at?? What do you mean it's the colour /inside/ that counts?
On the sands, Zi'n pats Pyrene's head on his shoulder, even as Orbyth looks immensely pleased with himself. So they're not all bronzes, but still.... "Don't worry, Pyrene - look, a brown!" That ought to cheer her up.
On the sands, Salea claps along with Ilare, brown being a favourite colour for herself for some reason. "Look at those wings!" she says, in the manner of a complement. "He'll be a great flyer"
Konolan blushes a light crimson, and is about to reply..but is Saved By The Bell! "OOooooh, look, Tev! The eggs..and a blue first." Doesn't that beat all? "Oh well..you were right." His eyes stay riveted on the sands, not wanting to miss a bit. "And another!" His cry is slightly triumphant as..he's happy?
On the sands, Loren whimpers faintly, shifting from foot to foot. "Blue! And brown." Another whimper, and she tugs on Lorsa's hand. "No greens. Blue's ... not bad. But I want greens. We all have to keep ... watch on the greens." Sniff.
On the sands, Hip Hop Lifestyle Egg continues bebopping all the while, shimmying left and right in sudden tune.
A cry of 'ha' rings out as Tevya bobs her head. "See, blue." Self satisfied bob of her head as she glances at the Candidates.."Wonder who he'll go to.."
On the sands, D'renn shakes his head at Ciera. "Looks brown to me... can't you tell, after all this time?" he teases her.
On the gallery ledges, "Buh-ronze! G'luck when a bronze is first, duh?" is N'ano's two marks towards this ordeal "But too late for that, eh?" No sense in fighting with his clutchmates, thuse why attention returns with a snap towards the hatching.
On the sands, "Brown! Brown and blue! Two! Brown and blue!" Phea is cheering widly for the dragonets, leaning on Reiko as well as keeping both feet on her solitary sandal. Poor thing. "Look, Reiko! Brown and blue!"
On the sands, Reiko can't take her eyes away from the lovely turquoise creature, even as she notes other eggs rocking and shattering. She's nearly forgotten how hot her feet are.
On the sands, G'deon cannot help but laugh as that first blue baby appears. "Blue, Pyrene, isn't that your favorite color?"
On the gallery ledges, Khaye wrinkles her nose at E'an. "Nuh-uh. It should have been /brown/." 'Reaches has too many scary greenlings anyway. "Because browns are brown, and Taz is brown, and therefore they're the best." A pause, as she tries to make amends, though. "Green is still really good, though?" Hmm. "Maybe it should have been brown-green."
Ceridwin eyes rivetd to teh sands.. "Blue first.. good color too, ohh and a brown.. nice..." Course they are /all nice, huh? Smart comment Ceri.
On the sands, Rusty Bike Egg heaves...heave...heave....it might just topple if it heaves about any more....as if it can sense that ist clutchmates are beginning to break free the quivering becomes more intense.....
On the sands, Lorsalia shakes her head, eyes focused on her favorite Mirror egg, which hasn't budged once since she's entered the sands. "You're right. Green are the best." She sees the balloon egg wriggle a bit and squeals. "That's your favorite one, Essie. See?"
On the sands, Hyzen snorts softly at Tatia before gaze shifts once again to the eggs and the hatchlings. "Hah!" she laughs, tilting her head at Ilare for a moment before it's back to watching almost silently.
On the sands, Science Fiction Double Feature Egg continues to slither side to side, occaisionally twisting on the sands. No movement is strenous though, and after a pause, its back to stillness and silence.
On the sands, Mechelle blinks. /Not/ blue...that ones a brown. Okay, so she's going crazy with everything out there happening so fast. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself and scooting over a bit to be near several of the candidates she actually knows. "Reiko." Just a name, but it helps calm Mechelle down. That's something she can focus on. "Look, dragons!" Duh!
On the sands, "Or... brown." Ciera squints at the second dragonet, even as she jabs in D'renn's general direction with her elbow. "Must have been a trick of the light."
On the sands, Tamber clutches Xaner and begins the dance of hot feet on burning on sands...and nervousness! "Blue! And BROWN!" Yes, it's already been heard in the sighs of the onlookers in the galleries and the cries of other candidates and the riders, but he says it all the same. Hop-hop. Greens? Did he hear something about greens? He gives Lorsa a queer look.
On the sands, Ilare moves back a bit, and offers Salea a cookie. It's brown rider bonding on the sands, you see. "Look, Pyrene! What a lovely brown!" The blue's antics are awfully cute, though
On the sands, Pyrene raises her head at Zi'n's prompting and ohs. "It is! And it's cute. So's the blue, really..." That said to mollify Cadge. "They always are at that age. So ugly and wrinkled and egg-slimed.. and /cute/." Soppiness takes over, and she leans blithely against G'deon and ignores sundry riders and their cat-calls.
Rhiannon comes up the galleries stairs and finds herself a place to sit.
On the gallery ledges, E'an claps his hands in delight. "Oh, yes. That's what they need. A brown-green hatchling.. but I don't think they come in that color; no."
On the sands, Khory continues to dance his own little tune on the hot sands, his feet already starting to take the pressure, though they've only been out for a little while. However, time has seemed to stop for this candidate. The blues who begin to dart across the ground are noticed, and he tries to stand as far out of the way as possible, but the rush of others continues to push him forward. Yipes!
On the sands, Surupa looks from the blue and to the brown and then hides behind Hiliza and whines. "I know, Rowanna, I know. I know. I know." Everyone is just announcing the colors when the dragonets come out, and this Rupa isn't too happy about it. She seems to want to just squeeze between Hili and another candidate. She isn't here, you see. "It's all starting to quickly, Hi'!" Whine.
On the sands, R'ave nods silently, eyeing the dragonets. "Yep. Blue." He doesn't bet, though, so he hasn't won any money. "And brown. And tons of people." Sweatdrop.
On the gallery ledges, "This hatching should be green, and it should have been held later in the day." Yla hardly looks a vision of cheeriness, in spite of the excitement around her as she leans back against her dragon, but her eyes contain a spark of interest as she watches the sands.
On the sands, Labyrinth Egg gives a mighty 'thumping' sound! It wants out! This place is simply too confusing...though the darkness sure is nice. Oh...right! It's past this riddle now. No more trenches to impeed it. Shiver..shake..slowly it makes it way across a small pathway of sand. Until it knocks ever so slightly against one of it's hard sibling shells.
On the sands, D'renn grins. "Sure, Ciera. Have a drink." He offers the condensation-dewed skin again.
On the sands, Ancient Egyptian Cloisonne-Work Egg stirs now, sand shifting beneath it and around it as the egg fidgets once, then twice....
On the sands, Hiliza winces, doing the hopping dance partly because of the heat and partly because she's insanely nervous, "Brown. Blue, brown!" She'll just chirrup colors and let her eyes dart here and there and squeal excitedly and say, "No, 'Upa, don't hide, you'll hurt their feelings. Wouldn't want to do that, would you? Nonono." Eep! Her favorite is rocking back forth really really a lot. "Eep."
On the sands, Sasha looks hungrily at the young male dragonets....." Blue and brown...Oh Branwyth will be sooo pleased! More males...more more!" her eyes glimmer in that pretty twinkly emerald way they have just at the moment....
On the sands, Ciera takes the wineskin this time, taking a deep swing before handing it back. "Maybe this way I can blame it on the wine," she mutters, eyes skipping from one rocking shell to the next.
On the sands, Rowann hops and clings. The Continuing Saga of Hot-Footed Candies. "I know you know! But it's so.. wow." If she clings any tighter to the back of Surupa's robe, it'll rip.. And that wouldn't be too good for her fellow candie's dignity, now, would it? Her grip switches to the herder-candie's shoulder.
On the sands, Xaner hops along with Tamber, although the movement is becoming steadily less as he watches the eggs rock about and dragonets creep around. "Oooh, they're preeety! Aren't they Tamber?" Hophophop.
On the sands, Wurzburg's Romanesque Cathedral Egg wiggles slightly, the sand about it shifting to accomidate each small motion. Exquisite shades dance upon the surface, teasing and yet holding that peaceful feel to it as it experiments. Occupant seems willing to wait for the time being, giving only slight pushes at the surrounding shell.
On the sands, Salea accepts the cookie from Ilare, offering her water skin up as a trade. "They all look very...energetic" she notes as the dragonets start moving.
On the sands, Kezenex doesn't think green are the best. HE thinks theey're evil and stubborn. Rotten greens. He's glad they aren't out here, but oh...Hey! The Labyrinth eggs grabs Kez's attention as it jerks suddenly. No? Well there's still that brown wandering around...and a blue!
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg quivers out of its spot, unscripted movement rolling it in repetitive circles.
On the sands, Borrowed Talent Dragonet is certainly in his element now, just look at that crowd, there to see /him/! He'll give 'em a show they'll never forge- oof! And down he goes in the sand, right in front of the row of candidates, their dazzling white robes must have distracted him. Standing, he shakes the sand from one shoulder and peers about. Did they see that?... Too late...
On the sands, Marianne's eyes widen a bit, and her quivering ceases for the time being. "Beautiful, they are..." Quietly, she hums, attempting to calm herself with what she knows best -- music. She glances to the others. "It's not really the color that counts, is it?" Hand reaches up, moving through her hair stiffly. And meanwhile, eyes return to the eggs and dragonets. Dare she hope, now?
On the sands, Sora calls over to Sasha: "You can't have them, Sash! Just the 'riders, and you're gonna have to wait Turns!" Or a Turn. But that's okay.
On the gallery ledges, "Well, they should come in that color." Pout. Khaye peers at the sands, in hopes of maybe seeing a new variation on color. "Green-brown sounds pretty." She peers at Yla. "Why later? And.. wouldn't green-brown be just as nice?"
On the sands, Blink, blink, blink. "Khor, what's going on?" Kinecha says, eyeing the eggs, and in particular the one she likes. It's moving.. "Has anyone Impressed yet?" she mutters, eyes darting here and there, unable to stay still and keep wathcing just one thing.
On the sands, Phea has gone from squealing to screeching. "How /cute!/ Blueblueblueblue.. brownbrownbrownbrown.. hothothothot.." Rather than just clinging to Reiko's hand, she now latches herself to her side completely. "Reeeeiko, look!"
On the sands, Sasha chuckles as she retorts " Oh I can wait...I'm very patient!"
On the sands, Reiko glances over at Mechelle as her name is called, giving QueasyCandie a quick smile and reaching for her hand. It helps. Honest. She glances back quickly as the blue stumbles in the sand, her breath catching in her throat... but no, he got up. He's fine. He's beautiful.
On the sands, True Blue Mate Dragonet emerges from his shell with a flick of his tail to shake off the bits of egg that cling to his hide. His head tilts backward with a wobbly motion as the dragonet attempts to find his balance, gazing skyward as if seeking something.... Startled by a sound, his head whips downward again, and the brown staggers a bit in the hot sands. What are those... in white? Perhaps /those/ are what he's searching for?
On the sands, Surupa swats away Rowann, since she is the only one allowed to cling to at the moment. "Rowann! You're going to tear off my robe!" And that isn't good for all those lovely people out there on the stands and the dragonets on the sands, right? "Hi'! I want to hide! They won't try to maul me this way." Instead they'll get Hiliza, right? How nice of her... "An' they won't mind at all, 'm sure!"
On the sands, Khory doesn't think so, so he shakes his head. "No Nech.. They haven't yet.. I don't think." A wince as one of the blues falls. See? That's what he was talking 'bout. Don't let the same thing happen to him! Please?
On the sands, Science Fiction Double Feature Egg takes a jump to the left...then a step to the riiiiiight. More energy enfuses its form, as its movments become almost hypnotic: a dance? a new step? Only time will tell.
On the sands, Ilare nods, accepting the water and taking a quick swig before replying. "Oh yes." Sasha's comment earns her green clutchmate laughter, before she resumes watching. "They're gonna be a handful when they get big." The dragons or candies? You decide.
On the sands, Mechelle looks over her shoulder, making sure there aren't any candidates that might have snuck in behind her. /That/ could be disasterous, from what she's heard. She takes Reiko's offered hand with a squeeze. "They're...something else!" What a statement from this nanny!
On the sands, Brithia moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.
On the sands, Pyrene peers across at the candidates expectantly. "No Robe's being torn off unless we get a lull and need some action!" she calls over to Surupa and Rowann. Remembering, she checks Lorsalia. Looks like the brat found a robe after all.
On the gallery ledges, E'an shrugs. "I like today." Pause. "Today is a nice day." Nod, nod, nod. "...and, stuff. Yes! It should be green-brown." Pause. Shrug. Nod. Right. "All green. Neat."
On the sands, Marianne pauses, hands gripping the sides of her robe so hard her knuckles turn white. Reluctantly pulling her gaze from the dragonets, she lets it fall on Rowann. "Rowann," is hissed, as she moves over slowly. "How're you doing?"
On the sands, Tamber's breath catches in his throat as his attention goes from fellow candidates to eggs, "OOh, look!" he gestures wildly to an egg that's taken his fancy. Then the dragonetts move closer and...he clutches Xaner then turns and shoots Kez a wild look, "They look awfully hungry." Not a good thing when you're the first thing they see.
On the sands, Borrowed Talent Dragonet struts his stuff now, eyeing the Candidates sidelong as he shows his stuff before them. One by one, down the line he goes, each one weighed and measured... but his steps are hastening now... Perhaps there's no time for dramatics.
On the sands, Hiliza shakes her head, "No, no, 'Upa, they won't maul you unless ... well they won't!" She's confident, and gives Surupa's hand a squeeze. "'Gera? Ogeeera? Where are yoooou?" She glances around, searching, eyes flickering over the eggs and the dragonets more than the fellow white robed peoples.
On the sands, Rowann is swatted away, and now heads over toward.. Someone else. "I wasn't tearing it off!" She was just.. pulling it hard enough to. ANd now she flutters toward Marianne as her name is hissed. "Mari!" She scurries closer to cling a little more. "It's hot. And the dragonets are lal so.. wow." A pause. "How're you doing?"
On the sands, Loren shifts and squeaks and ... et cetera. "Looors." Whine. "I'm scared." Grumble. "I want greens." Mutter, and such. "...hey. That ... that one." Borrowed Talent. "He looks like he's going somewhere." As opposed to standing stock still.
On the sands, Essie follows Lorsalia's pointing and ooohs slowly, "Yer right. I saw it move, too!" She would rush forward for a better spot, but is held in place by Lorsalia's firm, sweaty hand. The younger girl gives the older one a harsh look and whispers loudly. "I gotta be careful moving, 'member? My sheet might fall off!" It's already attached only precariously.
On the gallery ledges, Khaye shrugs. "It can look all green, but it has to act all brown." Nod, nod. "So that way it'll be a green-brown." Exactly. "Won't that be nice?"
On the sands, Xaner snickers faintly to himself after watching one of the dragons take a tumble. He didn't see it, really! Honest! Cough. "I'm lookin!" He giggles at Tamber, trying to watch both dragonets and the wobbly eggs at the same time.
On the sands, Kinecha's eyes are still darting here and there. Dragonets, eggs, Candidates and audience in the galleries. So many things happening all at once. Poor Necha is about to short circuit with all the inputs. "How long's this gonna take?" she complains, stepping back an forth, lifting her feet one at a time to keep them off the sands.
On the sands, Ancient Egyptian Cloisonne-Work Egg moves again, restlessly.
On the sands, Cherished Spinning Top Egg spins a little in place, starting to form a hollow around itself. After a moment, it wobbles and falls back, settling into stillness once more in its little home.
On the sands, Hynolonie eyes Kezenex for a moment then wanders over and grabs his arm, tugging on it. She's small. She can do that. "Any of them talking to you yet?" She grins then looks back at the hatchlings. She's finally beginning to loosen up. OY.. what a day.
On the sands, Reiko gives Mechelle's hand a squeeze, shifting from foot to foot as the heat seems to grow more intense. She is /not/ going to complain.
On the sands, Perikachutan is here! Ta da! Lurking behind some of the older candidates, the southerner peers curiously at the Hatchlings. "So THATS what baby dragons look like.."
On the sands, Cayl watches several of the candidates that she knows best, dancing on the sands. Her eyes fall thoughtful for a moment, a smile crossing her expression. She isn't supposed to be grumbly at this moment. Her friends are on the sands! Shaking her head, not normally the 'thoughtful' type, Cay looks away and tries to find that interesting Blueblueblue again.
On the sands, Phea is getting more and more clingy: now, both hands are clutching at Reiko. She's nervous and hot! She can't help it! "Reiko, Reiko, if one is gonna maul me.. protect me!" Sob. Is Reiko even paying attention? "Bluuueeee. Broooown. Hooooot." Coherent, no?
On the sands, And it's a green! Egg cracks, dragonet rolls out, and toddles quickly over to Barobee, who stares. "I'm Bee! And she's Bopth!"
On the sands, Mechelle tries to keep up with the dragonets that are already hatched, but is soon nearly dizzy, looking first that way and then the other. So, instead, she turns her head to look at the egg she's decided is a favorite, the Papyrus Egg. Did it move a while ago? She can't be sure now.
On the sands, Cablet, one of the smaller candies, comes tearing across the sands. Seems he forgot his sandals too. "Ouch ouch ouch!" he cries, clinging to his poor sand's buddy's hand as though he'll never let go. "Don't let'em green ones come near me, k?" he exclaims.
On the sands, Kezenex jerks upright, glancing around everywhere. There's jsut too much ot concentrait on. What's going on? Where are the dragons? Which eggs are hatching? Moan. Kez just can't conetraint on all this at once...Tamber jsut spoke to him? Er..Kez grins nervously at Tamber, "Yes they are.." Hungry for..Candie-whiches! Ack! "Hm? No...," The Herder stutters as his arm is grabbed. He maneges a smil for Hy though. "You?"
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg wobbles, the thin sheet of its malleable shell strained already.
On the sands, Marianne nearly laughs, slipping closer to Rowann and grabbing for her hand in desperation. "I'm doing... very well. I agree -- I haven't seen any so utterly 'wow' for quite a while." Shifting a bit, she looks back to the dragonets, eyes following their progress over the sands.
On the gallery ledges, Dhiammarath scrambles in, careful of wings and tail.
On the gallery ledges, After Hannah releases the straps, Dhiammarath stretches out one pale, iridescent forearm allowing her to scoot down that pale hide. With a final release of grip, Hannah falls the little ways down to the ground.
On the sands, True Blue Mate Dragonet finds his balance after a moment and starts forward - he's not one to waste time! Steps are picked carefully as the dragonet makes his way across the vast, desert-hot expanse of the sands, though he seems rather at home in their heat. Those in white, though - why do /they/ look so uncomfortable? Someone really ought to get them out of the heat. A pair of candidates are studied, two clinging together. Is the one he seeks here?
On the sands, "Were too!" Whines Surupa, waggling a finger towards Rowann before glancing back to Pyrene and bobbing her head. What did the weyrwoman say? All she knows is that there are dragonets on the sands and she is to hide behind Hiliza. "They will too maul me, 'm sure of that." She grumbles lightly, peering from behind the nanny-candidate. "They're 'pressing already!"
On the sands, Loren shrieks over at Bee. Wow. Impression. "Yaaay! Bee!" Nevermind she got green and all greens are supposed to move in Lo's Direction, Impression is good. "Good for you!" True Blue gets a wary glance, too. "Him, too." Blink, blink.
On the sands, Borrowed Talent Dragonet is nearly desperate at this point, for the show must go on! Methodic twitching of starlit tail increases to a lively tempo, whirling facetted eyes scanning that eager crowd for the talent vital to complete his act. He suddenly skids to a halt, head whipping around to peer back towards the other end. Body pirouettes, inky talons gliding over the sand as he drifts closer... closer... until twirling gold-rimmed sapphire gaze meets that of tilted emerald. He takes a step, dipping down a bit as if bowing before his lady of choice. Will she accept his proposal to dance?
On the sands, Hip Hop Lifestyle Egg takes a wiggle to the left, a wiggle to the right, we're gonna shake this egg alla the night..
On the sands, Lorsalia remembers Loren in her worry for the sheet and looks ar the blue. "He is. I hope he doesn't come to us." She states decisively with a head shake. "He's too hyper. Whatcha bet he picks Phea, huh?"
On the sands, Hynolonie nods slowly and eyes the brown hatchling.. then the blue. She wrinkles her nose and swallows hard. "Um.. No. I'll let you know, or completely ignore you, ok?" That was the way it was. The dragonets were mesmerising enough on their own, but to actually have one of them talk to you? That would definately validate ignoring everyone else.
On the sands, Vylking takes all this in stride, standing tall and scratching his beard every now and then. He's been through worse, when stuck out at sea in a storm. Ayup. Nothing was going to throw off this sailor.
On the sands, Ancient Egyptian Cloisonne-Work Egg is unhappy in its bed of shifting sand. Twitch... twitch... perhaps it's got sand somewhere uncomfortable?
On the sands, Reiko will not be mauled. Reiko will not... what? Dance? She blinks once, slowly, her hands going limp.
On the sands, Ancient Egyptian Cloisonne-Work Egg suddenly splits open like scarab wings spreading, falling upon the Sands in a chalky puff of dust. Gilded eggshards, now humbled by the earth that coats them, crunch underfoot as the one-time resident of the egg slowly makes his entrance. In the haze of airborn sand that slowly settles, a swank of bronzen hips and the arch of a red-stained neck are visible. Then, snout raised in country-boy curiosity, Bluegrass Country Hick Dragonet makes his entrance, unassuming but glowing with confidence.
On the sands, Bluegrass Country Hick Dragonet
On the sands, Sunburnt sorrel weathers the practical, countrified lines of this
dragon's raw bones and slab sides, sown to wheat-yellow across the straight-lined
furrows of his wings. Brighter bronze crests skewed headknobs and lends a healthy
glow to ruddy cheeks and muddy forearms. Water-marks rust the undersides of
a lumpily lean neck and a gawkily strapping chest, a darker tobacco staining
the off-center tilt of his narrow muzzle. Neckridges flung-every-which-way are
freckled with more rust, whilst his sit-upon cultivates prosaic shades of mire
and muck. He's a little homely, with his gormless chin and that one tooth a-snaggling
sky-wards, but there's no apology to salt the earthy assurance of his forthright
gaze.
On the sands, Khory shrugs. "I dunno Necha," he replies. "By the rate that the eggs are cracking, I'd say.. Not all that long after all.." But once agian, what does a messenger really know about hatchings? Give him letters, give him runners.. Or better yet, you can even delve back further and give him kidlets to understand, considering he once was, of all things, a nanny. Which is why, a few of the smaller dragonets get another stare from him. "Ouch.. That's gotta hurt, tearing out of those shells like that. They must be starving too..."
On the sands, Pyrene ohs. "Look we have an Impression!" she calls out generically. Bee and Bopth. And it's not blue so it is Good. Speaking of blues... "And that blue's choosing. Ouch. Poor girl." Glance to Cadge. "I mean, lucky girl." Ahem.
On the sands, Ilare freezes, staring.. Is that blue about to choose? Bee and Bopth earn themselves an eye roll, but the new little bluegrass hatchling gets a gasp and a smile. Gotta love Hatching day.
On the sands, An egg rocks, it shakes, it goes nuts! Right before it explodes into the tinest blue dragonet you ever did see! Awww, so cute! It appears disturbed for a moment, disconsorted, lost, but its still adorable! Bit, watery eyes and all! Suddenly, it picks its self up and 'squirts' its way towards ... Ashenine! "Go Squirtith!!" Exclaims A'sh, giving his new love a high...talon?..five.
On the gallery ledges, Shawn gives a little screech... nudging Sorsh, "Look! Reiko got blue!"
On the sands, Kezenex guhs..."Impressing?" Really? Seriously? No joking? Oh my...Wobble. "Ok," he whispers at Hy. "Bronze!" Squeak! Kez wobbles again, shifting his feet. Dragons, dragons everywhere...
On the sands, Mechelle turns her gaze again, looking around and noting the first Impressions. So /that's/ what it's like..."Congratulations..." she calls, not that they could hear her. Their minds filled with other voices at the moment.
On the sands, Sasha takes another swig of water and chuckles to her other clutchmates...." They are cracking at a pace now! Anyone wanna bet how many are blue? " she looks at Pyrene teasingly.
On the sands, Borrowed Talent Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Reiko, and steps forward.
On the sands, Sora bounces excitedly, tugging on a R'ave-arm. "R'ave, look! That one girl, she Impressed! And /her/!" Reiko gets a squeal. "Good job, you! Go, blue, go!"
On the sands, Marianne's eyes widen a bit more, watching one dragonet in particular, and then looks to Reiko curiously. The hatching of yet another pulls her attention away, but slowly, it returns to the previous two. "They're all choosing," she murmurs to Rowann, before turning to smile slightly at Kezenex. "Did he choose Reiko?" is suddenly hissed, as she turns to gaze upon the girl.
On the gallery ledges, Sakuruth scrambles in, careful of wings and tail.
Konolan grins at Tev a moment, but quickly returns his eyes to the Sands. So much going on down there.. So interesting! But conversation must not be ignored, so he resolutely turns to his companion and finishes his earlier speaking thing. Yes. "Ah..yes. Nothing's wrong." Very suave, eh?
On the gallery ledges, Quara slithers down Sakuruth's neck and side, avoiding one indigo wing.
On the sands, Phea is too suffused in dragonet-oggling to hear Lorsalia -- and then, as she sees Reiko and the blue, she just /screeches, "/Reiko!/ ReikoReikoReiko! Reeeeiiiko!" Dance, dance, dance. "Yay, Reiko!"
On the gallery ledges, Saoirse leans forward, squinting down. "Oh hey, so she did. What about that, then?" she grins. "Nice one, as well."
On the sands, Tamber lets out a gasp! He knew it would happen, he was told it would happen, but he never /expected/...he hops with even more forces as Reiko Impresses, "Reiko!" He clutches Xaner, "It's Reiko!" Duh. :)
On the sands, Sasha punches the air "Whoooo Reiko! Go Girl!"
On the sands, Loren stares over at Reiko. "/Reiko/!" Shriek, goes Lo', who removes her hand from Aeris' long enough to wave it. "Yaaay!" Sheik, and such, and Lo' forgets her spastic surveillance for a moment.
On the sands, Science Fiction Double Feature Egg gives one more shudder, then starts to shake. Time to get the show on the road.
On the sands, Way-ulllll.... what have we here? Bluegrass Country Hick Dragonet sneezes once: sand clearly agrees as little with him as with his egg. A glance towards his dam, and the dragonet makes steps across the Sands, no slouch when it comes to putting himself forward.
On the sands, Kezenex guhs..."Impressing?" Really? Seriously? No joking? Oh my...Wobble. "Ok," he whispers at Hy. "Bronze!" Squeak! Kez wobbles again, shifting his feet. Dragons, dragons everywhere..."Reiko!" The name is squalked! All/right/! She wasn't eaten!
On the sands, Science Fiction Double Feature Egg rolls end over end, blood red quivering and pouting. To its credit, dizzying movement steadies as eerie cracks appear, one by one, to ring the dark expanse. Tension mounts as the egg pulsates, cracks widening to chasms and then craters as it explodes, shards ripping into the air, to land, spent, a fair distance away.
On the sands, Why Didn't I Take the Blue Pill! Dragonet
On the sands, Myrrh and mahogany fuse together across muzzle and headknobs,
entwine about prominent eyeridges, and sweep all silk and sisal down the grand
lengths of this broad and ponderous dragon. Lighter klah-brown erodes the sharp
edges of his powerful neckridges before dissolving into the brooding layers
of umber sweeping his belly and forelegs. His smooth, suave hide speckles to
bronze across the rounded curves of his withers, as if momentarily blessed by
the sun. Wingsails - wide and high - are cloaked in a marbling of black, gray,
and fawn, to create a secretive cove of shadows and covert camouflage.
On the gallery ledges, "It's... it's a bronze!" everyone within reach gets their sleeves tugged by N'ano as he does a little happy dance. "Buh-ronnnze, only the best!" It comes with the egocentric mind of his, you see.
On the sands, "Great! That's great!" She doesn't really know Reiko all that well, but it's /blue/! Thus, Cayl /knows/ it has to a goooood thing.
On the sands, "Reiko!" Rowann clings and cheers simultaneously. "Reiko! Reiko Impressed!" So.. wow.
Ceridwin's jaw drops.. REiko and blue.. Well that works, at least she is spared the whole proddy thing. Which, with Reiko could get nasty/scary!
On the sands, "Bronze," Ciera announces. "This time, I think it really is bronze, too." If not, she can blame it on the wine. "Oh, and look! The first blue has chosen. Lucky, lucky girl. Reiko, isn't it?"
On the sands, Xaner is..clutched. And bounces along with those hot feet. Owie owie. "Ooh! Reiko!! Go Reikooooo!"
On the sands, "Reiko?" R'ave murmurs toward Sora, eyes getting.. bigger. "Cool." He bounces a little with the bluerider, to avoid being jostled. Umph.
Tevya cheers as Reiko Impresses, clapping so loudly she almost drowns out Nolans voic. "Sure.." How's that for distracted..
On the sands, Khory blinks. "Reiko," he states, casting a glance to Kinecha. "She just impressed.." he whispers.
On the gallery ledges, Quara has been here the whole time, really. "Oh, a blue! Now /that/ is good luck, and never mind the bronze." Just because she's set in her opinions... "Brown, now? But a lovely shade. Or, well, set of shades."
On the sands, Hiliza actually lets go of Surupa's hand, and starts jumping up and down, screeching, "Oh! OH! Reiko! Reiko!" Hiliza resists the urge to run over and hug her fellow candidate. Afterall, she's busy. "Oh Reiko! Congratulations!" And Surupa's hand is found again, though Hiliza is near-tears happy.
On the sands, Lorsalia oohs at Reiko and pulls on Loren and Essie's arms. "It went to Reiko, Reiko Impressed a blue!" She squeals, positively extatic that the blue didn't pick her. But look- that Balloon egg is showing a crack or two. Without waiting, Essie scoots forward, pulling Lorsalia with her. She's gonna be right there for the dragon, she will be.
On the sands, Hynolonie's face breaks out in a big grin as she spots Reiko Impressing. WHOO! "HURRAY! REIKO!" She assumes there'll be a new name, but its just so much fun to shout her old name now. "CONGRATES!" The littlest candidate jumps up and down. wooo! "Um.. sorry Kez." She realized that she was yanking on his arm the entire time.
On the sands, Ilare wooos! "Reiko! Oh, wonderful!" What an excellent choice! A'sh and blue Squirtleth are motioned over, even as the newest brown gets BLINKED at. He's.. handsome. Ish. Maybe? Not as good looking as hers.. "Lots of browns." That's her bet.
On the sands, Hip Hop Lifestyle Egg suddenly /twitches/, crimson swirls shivering. Oops.
On the sands, Mechelle hurries to step away from Reiko, grinning at her friend, "Congratulations!" she says again. "Reiko, the dragonrider!" she murmers, stepping away even more. Gotta give them all the room they need, of course!
On the sands, Pyrene lets out a startled cry as she recognises the weyrling. "/REiko/?? Reiko on blue? She's not a bluerider! She can't be." She was kind of sensible.
Lis hahs! happily at Reiko's Impression, Alymath pointing out from some vantage point that the dragon's blue, too. "Shush, stupid. I could see that. Reiko's a cute one, isn't she?" That last bit is to Kariel. Could D'renn have some competition?
On the sands, Surupa looks towards the blue and whimpers. "They want to maul me, I tell you. Just waiting for me to come out in the open an' then three of 'em will come running at me and tear me to pieces!" /Shudder/. Blink. "Reiko?" And she glances that way. "/Oh/, hey! They took away Reiko!" How evil of them.
On the sands, D'renn peers in the same direction as Ciera, agreeing eventually, "Bronze it is." But. Um. "Was that Reiko? Blue? Wonderful!"
On the gallery ledges, Piccath scrambles in, careful of wings and tail.
On the sands, "Reiko! Over here, please!" R'sli calls, and motions the new weyrling over.
On the sands, G'deon claps suddenly as the blue bows before Reiko. "Fantastic!" he blurts out, once again the little boy on the sands. "Reiko! Let's get him fed. Did you hear a name?" he asks, turning to the Weyrlingmaster.
On the gallery ledges, Hannah slides down her lifemate's side and then preceeds to find herself a seat. She chuckles softly, "Bronze? The best...?"
On the gallery ledges, E'an pokes N'ano. "Bronzes are eeeeevil! Only greens are good."
On the sands, "Is that her name?" Sora wonders, then bounces. "Another one!"
On the sands, True Blue Mate Dragonet discards the studied pair, turning again to pick his way across the sands toward a trio. Xaner is sniffed at for a moment, studied carefully. But no.. this one is managing quite well. That other, though... the dragonet's attention is turned to Kezenex, eyes whirling faster in concern. /This/ one.. he needs help! It wouldn't do for one so confused to be so alone in the world. And True Blue Mate dragonet is just the one to fix that. With a soft creel, the dragonet plants himself directly in front of the herder, eyes turned upward to seek... Kez. His.
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg spins, waiting for that precise, -perfect- moment that has to be coming soon.
On the sands, True Blue Mate Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Kezenex, and steps forward.
On the sands, Hyzen claps with her rolls, dropping crumbs all over the place for the Impressions. "Reiko!" she cries in triumph, grinning widely before examining her rolls. "Oh my."
On the sands, "Oh, Reiko?" Kinecha mutters, not sure if she should be happy or dissapointed. Though a smile does spread on her face. There was no way she could be angry or jealous at Reiko was there. "Blue, then... Fits her well enough.."
On the gallery ledges, L'shil hoists and levers himself out from between those so-close ridges and then slides down off Piccath in a motion that looks as easy as can be.
On the gallery ledges, Khaye's sleeve is tugged. But that's forgotten soon. Scream. "Another brown! ANother brown! I think! Is that a brown? It's a brown! Brownbrownbrown!" She leaves E'an to tell N'ano about he evils of bronze. "No, brown-green is good, too." ..."Oh great Faranth! That boy! From the herder Hall!" Scream. "He Impressed! Brown! Brownbrownbrown!"
On the sands, R'sli shakes his head at G'deon. "Not yet."
On the sands, Hip Hop Lifestyle Egg shifts restlessly with the beatnick beebopping of the occupant inside, shimmering shell blinging its way with a rapid growing of gaudy hue. Suddenly, it stops: colors shatter like broken dreams, and speckle, for a moment, the bottle-green hide of Boisterous Bluenose Dolphin Dragonet as she simply appears.
On the sands, Boisterous Bluenose Dolphin Dragonet
On the sands, Storm-tossed jade sloops along the elegant arcs of this graceful
dragonet, gliding in giddy waves of color that swirl silver to refined aqua
along every slim and lissome contoured edge. Built sleight but strong, her fathoms
deepen from the shimmering sterling nuzzling the inquisitive tip of her muzzle
to the fey curves of her willfull, willowy tail. Each artistic neckridge is
crested in sun-wrought gold, rising into filigrees of pale carrageenin that
web and lighten the sea-deep green of wings whose mainsails flutter as wild
and free as the life atwinkling in her jeweled gaze.
On the sands, Reiko's jaw drops. Really drops. "Cerdith," she murmurs, trying the name on her tongue. The cheering around her is only so much noise as she reaches for the dragonet with trembling fingers. "You're beautiful," she murmurs. But now she's hungry. No... he's hungry. She glances up at G'deon sharply as he speaks. "Fed. Yes..."
On the sands, Labyrinth Egg shakes. It quacks...wait..quakes! And then...it falls silent once more. Oh no...not again. Yet another rhyme to understand, a reason to pause and think over things.
On the sands, Cablet, still crying out and jumping up and down to escape the sands, nearly bumps into a tiny brown dragonet. Both go falling, and he raises his head to stutter... "He says his name is Foxeth!"
On the sands, Rowann squeaks. Clings. "Reiko! And.. /Kez/!" Screech. She hops around wildly, both from the heat of Sands/sandals and from sheer pent-up excitement. "Kez! ANd Reiko! And everyone else!" ..whom Impressed and she didn't notice.
On the sands, "Reiko and Cerith.. Look! Kez got one!" Yay! Yay! Ilare bounces. Oh, this is going to be an interesting weyrlinghood.
On the sands, Why Didn't I Take the Blue Pill! Dragonet tentatively steps forward, unsure of this new world and all that it might hold. Candidates are scanned, and then approached tentatively. Can someone help to navigate this place? To find a smile on this special day?
On the sands, Xaner has been sniffed at by a dragon. A baby dragon. A baby dragon that has the potential of chewing on him. Oh. Wait, no, it wants to go for Kez. How lovely. Kez?! Blink! "Kez!" Jaw drop.
On the sands, Phea leaps at Mechelle, still whooping, clinging to the nanny desperately. "/Kez!/ Kezkezkezkez!" A new name to chant. "Kez and Reiko, Kez and Reiko! Kez, Reiko, and Cerdith! Wowwowowow!" Once she overcomes the initial excitement, she peers over at the newest dragons. "Look! Green!"
On the sands, Ciera spots Squirtleth and A'sh and smirks again. "Two blue, now. Eighteen left, and we get to see you in that dress." So many dragons, so little time. "Oh, and that brown, the second one to hatch... looks like he latched onto that boy we brought from the herders. Kezenex."
On the sands, Hynolonie backs away of course, letting Kez's arm go as the brown seems to take up her friend's attention. "Or.. you could ignore me. That might be better." Not that he was listeing now. "CONGRATS KEZ!" She shouts at him as she steps away.
On the sands, Kezenex guhs..."Impressing?" Really? Seriously? No joking? Oh my...Wobble. "Ok," he whispers at Hy. "Bronze!" Squeak! Kez wobbles again, shifting his feet. Dragons, dragons everywhere..."Reiko!" The name is squalked! All/right/! She wasn't eaten! Wait....Wait...Suddenly Kez is staring in the whirling eyes of a dragon..../his/ dragon. The Herder flops down into the sand, cradling the head for support. Oh...my..."He..He says his name's Shirasuth!" Faint...
Konolan shoots a grin at Tev, glad she's distracted..and as he turns back, his eyes latch onto Reiko and he Blue. "Ooooh! Good on her! You know, I was there when she was Searched..my cousin Bu'nny's Fluffyth was the one who suggested her, in fact!" And she Impressed!
On the sands, Mechelle grins as yet another candidate that she knows Impresses, "Kezenex!" is mumbled, as if she's trying to keep up with those who have Impressed. She keeps lots of lists, you know. Here's another one.
On the sands, Loren waves a hand at Kez, now, beaming. "Kez! /Yay/!" Lo' is proud, and all. But now -- oh. Green. Stare. Look. Green. "Lors!" Squeak. "It's a green!" Another squeak, and, tugged by Lors-and-Essie, she moves forward -- stumbling haphazardly onto Lorsalia's robe. Oopsies. It wasn't Lo's fault.
On the sands, Hiliza's eyes catch on the little green, but then, Kezenex Impresses and gets as much of a fanfare of screeches of congratulations, "Oh, oh, oh! 'Upa! Reiko and Kezzie and.." She sniffles, tearing a bit, "It's so lovely and sad all at once. And... I'm.. so happy!" More clinging.
On the sands, Surupa gives off a good pout, complaining about the dragons mauling her and stealing their friends. They do that, of course. "Oh no! Kezenex!!" She whines, waggling a hand in his direction. "They took you too!" Her bottom lip quivers lightly, and she turns away clinging to Hiliza. They are all leaving.
On the sands, Wurzburg's Romanesque Cathedral Egg is still for a long time, as if listening to the sounds surrounding it. Finally, a faint jerk is given to say that it's still here and still kicking. It's just not time yet. Why shatter the peace it finds in itself?
On the sands, Marianne swivels slightly to see the /next/ Impression... Kez? "Kez! Terrific! He's /gorgeous/!" And she'd been hoping to see that one on green... smile grows bigger and bigger, before she turns back to wave at Reiko, as well. The newly hatched ones regain her attention, as she holds her tongue... for once.
On the sands, G'deon steps out just a bit.. but not too far, that sands is hot, don't ya know. "Reiko... lets get him a little something to eat. Cerdith? Fantastic... just fantastic," he ends in a quiet rush. And that beaming smile is... just because!
On the sands, Tamber fairly dies as a dragon sniffs Xaner, inches from Tamber himself, then turns and ambles over to choose Kez. "Great Faranth!" he breathes, pausing in his dance..."Congratulations, Kez." And wide eyes go back to the eggs. Will his lifemate be among them? He can only wait and let his feet burn.
On the sands, Boisterous Bluenose Dolphin Dragonet beaches herself with a flurry and tumble of delicate wings, tangled and landing with a thump on the Sands. Slowly, the knot is untangled: head follows wings follows claws follows eyes, and the small dragonet stands to eye the sea of white. New places to swim? Away, then!
On the sands, Pyrene spins around, trying to keep them all in view. "Kez? Kez Impressed? Not blue I hope... oh, the brown! Oh, that's a nice pairing. Shirasuth? Lovely name..." And did somebody say a bronze hatched? She wants to sit in the galleries. You can /see/ things there.
On the sands, Lorsalia uh-ohs when the tiny brown appears from the First Flight Balloon Egg. "Essie...don't!" She warns, but is dragged forward anyhow. Forgetting to release hands, she takes Loren along with them. Unfortunately, Lorsalia's robe doesn't seem to want to go as well and slips out of the rope securing it.
On the sands, As an egg cracks near the back of the clutch a brown dragonet staggers forth and practically sprints towards the candies, tripping over and falling flat on his face. A white clad candie just cannot help herself and she runs to pick up the disgruntled creature." He says his name is Clutzeth!" Calls out his new rider...Trip.
On the sands, Taking a step back from the blue dragonet approaching him, Vylking shakes his head in surprise. So he /is/ able to be thrown of his feet. Literally! Since he falls to his knees and throws his arms around the blue. "He says his name is Valhallath... And he calls me V'king?" A tear runs down the big mans face, disappearing into the thick beard.
On the sands, Cadgwith croons. See? She has babies /and/ they can Impress. Fully functional gold she is, no matter what 'some' people might say. And such pretty kids. They have four legs and two wings and everything.
On the sands, Ilare motions for the newly impressed to head over HERE. Off those hot sands! Quick quick quick! "Congrats, Kez! Well done, reiko! Over here.." Cadgwith gets a big grin and a shake of the head is for Chanticoth. Bebes are cute..
On the sands, Phea is still latched onto Mechelle, oggling dragonets and all that fun-stuff. "Shirasuth? Shirasuth! Bee-yoo-ti-ful!" For emphasis, she begins to shake Mechelle. "'Chelle! Nan-er-Mechelle! /Dragonets!/"
On the sands, Bluegrass Country Hick Dragonet slouches onwards, head cocked (headknobs cocked even more crookedly) as he surveys the crowd of white, still fairly neat this early on. Ah-hah.... Now, that over there looks the right kind of thing for this bronze, and he heads towards a small knot of lads.
On the sands, Sasha waves at Kez happily" Congratulations! what a beauty you have there!"
On the gallery ledges, Khaye hmms. "Shirasuth." Ponder. "Not as good as Itazurath, but still kind of nice." Nice ring and all. "What's his name? I.. K-something. Kex or something." Hmm.
On the sands, Reiko nods quickly, carefully making her way over to the edge of the sands, the little blue following. She's shaking all over now and right on the edge of tears. "Yes... here we come."
On the sands, Xaner shuffles. Eeek! Hippity hop. "Why do the sands have to be sooo hot?"
On the sands, Khory is now caught up withing the maelstorm of all that's going on around him. Left and right people are impressing, and here he and Necha are, looking silly, hopping up and down and trying not to burn their toes off. "Look Kez impressed too," he manages to state, before backing out of the way from a charging bronze. "Agh! Watch it Kinecha!"
On the sands, G'deon laughs again as he finally spots the new brown Weyrling pair. Weyrlings! They have Weyrlings!
On the sands, Petrified Forest Egg shifts a bit in it's little sandy-spot, then falls still again. Completely still. This egg is most definately not moving. At all.
On the sands, Hynolonie backs up into Marianne and spins around, shocked that she ran into the harper once again.. "I guess us harpers should stick together. It might stop me from stepping on your feet?" A grin is given to Marianne as she grabs onto her arm for support.
On the sands, Mechelle nods down at Phea, "Yes, yes...dragonets...and a lot of Impressions." She takes Phea's hand and squeezes tightly, maybe a bit /too/ tightly, but maybe it'll wake them /both/ up. "Phea, we aren't waking up! This is /happening/!' Is this the first time she's really noticed?
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg seems to wrinkle, as delicate as it is, still spinning 'til its moment is come.
On the sands, K'nex, still wobbly, wanders over ot where Ilare is motion them with his new lifemate. "Right..here..coming.." Carefuly, and shakily, he makes his way over.
On the gallery ledges, Hannah hmms back to Khaye, "Shirasuth is a nice name." It's not as good as Dhiammarath, but what the hey, they all can't be that good.
On the sands, Enamelled Blue Faberge Egg feels outshone. But that's good. Diversion of attention can be good. It will just make its own entrance all the more spectacular. The revelation of the secret within will be the climax of the Hatching, yes indeed.
On the sands, Dark Broken Mirror Egg wriggles and shakes - is that more cracks appearing at its shell? Hmm....
On the sands, An egg in the back rolls to the side, crackling against its neighbour and splattering into a gawky blue. Head shakes, and then he marches smartly to Weilurvane. "Albluesth!" W'eilurv yells.
Brown_Guest wipes the sweat off and shakes her head in disbelief
On the sands, Why Didn't I Take the Blue Pill! Dragonet searches, examines and continues, intent on finding the true partner for him. A group from High Reaches hold is notices, but then he swerves, homing in on something akin to a signal.
Brown_Guest says, "who is aviva?"
On the sands, Rusty Bike Egg quivers randomly, little jerks and nudges from within becoming more frantic and threatening to topple the egg from its sandy nest.
On the gallery ledges, E'an shrugs. "Well... actually..." Shrug. "I'm not saying anything."
On the sands, Essie ignores the fact that she is dragging Loren and Lorsalia towards the brown of her choice, leaving Lorsa's sheet/robe behind. She puts the trio directly in the path of the brown, who stops short to scold, only to fall in love with the calm ex-nanny. "Teeth." Essie exclaims. "His name is Teeth."
On the sands, Marianne bites her lip again, holding back slightly. Some down, more to go... Hynolonie gets a bob of her head, as she winks. "My feet are the least of my worries now, to be honest..." The grabbing arm is patted lightly, as she continues observing it all. Smile grows slowly, but steadily, and soon she's all-out grinning.
Jylina points out to the miner boy on the sands, "That's Tamber, I hope he impresses!"
On the sands, Kinecha gapes as people and dragonets are Impressing each other all around her. "Khory? What's happening? Kez Impressed? What color?" Her eyes scan the Sands, but she only spots V'king with his blue, "Vyl Impressed a blue!" she says, smiling over at Khory.
On the sands, Loren acks at Lorsalia. "Um. Sorry. Um. Sorry. Um." Indigo eyes go very owlish, and Loren inches carefully away from the Tillekian. Lo' didn't do it. Petrified Forest get a wary glance, though, and Lo' ponders. "Did they move?" Stare. And then she squeaks, Essie-wards. "Ooh! Good for you!" Beam, and all. Right.
On the sands, Tamber shakes his head at Xaner, "So we're nice and fried for Cadge to eat us when we don't Impress?" he offers. Or so he's been told. "One by one..." he murmers, gazing after friends who have Impressed already. "No greens yet, that a good sign, right?" he elbows his friend playfully.
On the sands, Phea pinches herself about five times, just to be sure. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.. nope, no dreaming!" The candidate sways against Mechelle, giggling happily. "Can you believe it? Reiko and Kez! Reiko and Kez!"
Brown_Guest says, "its giving me a lot of story"
On the sands, "Three blue!" Ciera has spotted Albluesth, apparently. "Seventeen to go." She seems a tad less triumphant, now. "There aren't as many blue hatching as there should be." At least not in her book.
On the sands, Boisterous Bluenose Dolphin Dragonet claws her ways through the sand, wings thrashing for a moment of Cadgwith-like awkwardness before she hits her stride and begins at one corner of the Candidate-circle. Sniff. Sniff. Are you mine?
On the sands, Mechelle laughs, then turns to give the Papyrus egg another look, "They're all hatching so fast.." She's got to make sure it's still there, of course!
On the sands, Ilare waves at Essie (aww.. she got brown! Yay! Of the Tillek people, she liked her best,), motioning her over. Eyes scan the sands. Who will be next? And what will be the next egg to crack?
On the sands, Pyrene idly ho hums and takes bets on when Lorsalia's robe will fall off. And makes a few cheers to various of her pets. Not that she has favourites among the candidates or anything (she likes all the ones who don't Impress blue).
On the sands, Xaner smirks at Tamber a little while in his hippity hopping easter bunny movement. He points towards the Dolphin dragonet swimming about. "What do you call that then, Tamby? I think she looks pretty darn green to me!"
On the sands, Lorsalia releases Essie's hand with a huff, leaving the older girl to her brown Teeth. "Oh, Loren-" She is caught up in the hatching, doesn't even realize that her robe is now on the sands. At least she's wearing underclothes and the sands are hot. "My egg- the mirror one- it's cracking. Don't let it hatch, don't let it." She cries, forgetting that that's generally the way hatchings work.
On the sands, Surupa is whining, whimpering, pouting, and complaining. And she isn't about to stop either. "They will all leave me, won't they? You won't go, will you Hi'?" Sniff. She clings to the other candidate, watching those that Impressed already being led off before snapping back to those dragons. They think that they can make her look away for a moment? Well, think again!
On the sands, Bluegrass Country Hick Dragonet fetches up right in front of a pair of likely lads, examining them with care and attention. Light brown.. dark brown. Blue eyes... green eyes. He rests his behind on the hot sands, making a slow choice, considered and above all sensible choice.
On the sands, Tatia sidles toward Sora as the first dragonets make their choices. "So.. we actually have to /keep/ some of these, hmm?" she questions idly.
On the sands, Khory replies, "He impressed a bronze, I believe.." He's not quite sure, all things considering. Rusty Bike Egg is noticed as it nearly topples, and he actually wants to run out to save it from falling, however, it's all the way over there.. and he's here.. and .. Oh, lookit that.. More rushing, starving, excited dragonets. A glance at the blue nearby, and he blushes. "Watch it.. They're sniffing.." Might lose a robe that way.. Oh. Like Lorsalia did.
On the sands, Tamber blinks once, twice, "Xan, why did you have to go and point /that/ out to me." And blithely goes back to ignoring the green. "Unless, she picks /you/ that is." he smirks. Nope, there /are/ no greens today.
On the sands, Labyrinth Egg muses. There is something beyond this maze... Something worth finding. And time is running short! Tap..tap...click.. Almost the sound of a lady's shoes beating against a wooden floor comes from the egg. Tip..tap.. shake. There's movement now. Running..no, -racing- towards the climax!
On the sands, Hiliza sniffle's into Surupa's sleeve. "Kezzie and Reiko are /riders/ now and then others tooo soon and I miss them already." Nevermind that Hiliza /lives/ in 'Reaches. "And they're all so pretty and.." She wipes her eyes, "It's so lovely. Yes. Lovely, lovely."
On the sands, Loren prods Lorsalia lightly. "It's gonna hatch." Loren is the destroyer of dreams. Sorry. "Hey -- green! She moved." Lo' spasms and twitches and does various other things. "Eek."
On the sands, Rowann, seeing as her fellow candies are slowly beginning to disappear to the Land of Weyrlinghood, does the most logical thing. She shuts her eyes. "Someone tell me when it's over."
On the sands, Why Didn't I Take the Blue Pill! Dragonet once again catches sight of a special gleam, a smile, and is pulled in. Worries are forgotten as he hears a tiny laugh, a laugh that he could listen to for the rest of his life. Tentatively, he approaches the other half of the circle, to be closer to that special one.
On the sands, Ogera turns to Hiliza "Don't cry Hiliza, it's ok."
On the sands, G'deon begins humming a quiet tune as he helps get some of those first dragonet meals ready. That's right, sleeves rolled to the elbow and hands in the... food. Yummm. "Now, don't feed them too quickly," he whispers to the few who have already joined him off to the side of the sands. "Reiko? Kez... need more?" And then off he goes humming again, eyes glancing at the ongoing hatching scene from time to time.
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg has splintered down the blurry colors looping its tense, eager shell. Not long now.
On the sands, Hynolonie blinks.. and stares, getting a little mesmerized again.. Wait. She's supposed to be breathing. She takes a really deep breath and lets it out again, blinking. OH, she felt better when she breathed. Talking was out of the question, but breathing, she could do that.
On the gallery ledges, Khaye isn't saying anything, either. She's just.. squeaking with each new hatching. And.. with everything else, too.
On the sands, Xaner snickers again and gives Tamber a quick poke in the side, before pointing at the eggs again. If Tamber doesn't wanna look at the greenie, he'll look at the eggs. "Lookit that one! It's Moooooooving!"
On the sands, Why Didn't I Take the Blue Pill! Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Kinecha, and steps forward.
On the sands, Boisterous Bluenose Dolphin Dragonet saunters lightly down the line, poking here sniffing there, taking a moment to peer up at one Candidate before snorting and continuing forth. Suddenly, she stops -- and moves, quickly-quickly, towards a group of Candidates. She sees what she wants, somewhere in there.
On the sands, Bluegrass Country Hick Dragonet definitely isn't green. Certainly not a greenhorn. Though new-hatched, he's the experience to pick what he wants.
On the sands, Ilare watches that bronze, interest shining in her eyes. Who'll get him? The green gets a pout as it wavers, and Ilare shakes her head. then.. SNAP. "Necha!" Joy! Rapture! Kinecha got the brown!
On the sands, "Hatch, hatch, hatch!" Phea wills, waving her freehand at the eggs. Listen to.. the Hyper One. Mwa. "/Necha!/ Necha, Necha, Necha! /Necha!/ Go, 'Necha!"
On the sands, Surupa shrugs away her sleeve from the nanny-candidate before she attracts a dragonet that way. Who knows, it can happen right? "C'mon, Hi'. They're still right /there/, jus' with dragons. An' they left us." Sniff. "But no reason to cry over it at all!" Blink. Just a moment. "Oh /no/! They got 'Necha!!"
On the sands, Mechelle starts to do the typical CandieDance, feet are getting hot now. At least she's not living up to her name of QueasyCandie out here On the sands, eh? " Deep breaths.../Lots/ of deep breaths! It'll be over soon..." she mumbles over and over in a sort of littany.
On the sands, Pyrene looks smug. Lorsalia's robe /did/ fall off. "Stupid child," she murmurs cheerfully pointing her out to Zi'n. "How are we doing? Is the bronze Impressing? How about the green over there..." She's bored already. "The party's ready once this is finished, right? They have wine?"
On the sands, K'nex pauses feelign his dreadfully hungry dragon, to glance up at G'deon.."Uh...Soon?" He's /trying/ not to feed to fast, really. And he has to teach this thing to chew, too. Hmmm. Hmm? "Necha!" He chears once, before goign back ot feeidng.
On the sands, Lorsalia looks around, "Where?" She asks, then spots the Bluenose Dolphin Green. She squeals again, jumping from sandaled foot to sandaled foot, still oblivious that her robe has gone. "Oh, think she'll come to us, Lo? D'you think she will? She's so pretty!" But what she wants is to keep that mirror egg from hatching. She wants to take it home with her.
On the sands, Salea cheers as Kinecha impresses to a brown. "That's a good pairing!" she enthusiastically grins to Ilare.
On the gallery ledges, Hannah watches the Hatching, her eyes a little misty from reminescing of her own lifemate's Hatching. She, too, gasps and leans forward at each new Hatching and impression.
On the sands, Sasha claps for the impression of her guard friend. " Whoooah Kinecha! Look what you have got! He's gorgeous!!!" Another swig of water clears her throst ready to call out congratulations for the other impressees.
On the sands, Rowann takes her cues fromt he varied screaming and cheering going on around her. "Necha!" She pauses. "What'd Necha get?" Another pause. "Necha!"
On the sands, "/Reiko?" Tatia's voice rises in obvious disbelief as she shoots a gaze toward the edge where the new weyrlings are gathering. "How'd I miss /that/ one. Shards. Reiko." Think she's happy? Then again, when /is/ the greenrider happy? "And a blue, too. Shards." Just keeps getting better or better.
On the sands, Khory blinks again as the dragon does come sniffing their way. "Um.. Necha.. I think it likes you.." he whispers, and lets go of the guard-candies hand so that she can take care of this...
On the sands, Marianne fidgets slightly, lower lip taking on that quiver her hands had previously discarded. Breathing comes just a little bit shallower... and then, stops all together as she sees Kinecha Impress. "Congratulations!" she calls to the girl, wringing her hands slowly. "It's all happening so fast... oh..."
On the sands, Mechelle blinks, "Oh! Kinecha! She Impressed, Phea!" Obvious, of course, but she has to repeat everything. Maybe that will make it more real?
On the sands, Xaner ohhhs as he notices Necha Impress. "Oh Necha! Yayyyy!" Beam. Sparkle some more. Oh dear, does this leave Khory by himself. "Khoooory! Come over here!"
Magen shakes her head at all the confusion, wishing the impressed pairs would leave the sands for the feeding grounds. It's hard to see who hasn't impressed yet.
On the sands, Hynolonie is startled out of her staring by Marianne's yell and she jumps up and down to get the blood flowing in her viens again. "CONGRATS! KINECHA!" She grins and looks up at Marianne. "Would you rather it dragged on and on?"
On the sands, Hiliza beams and bawls at the same time, calling, "Kineeeeeecha!!" Hiliza swallows, trying no to hiccup and nodding at Ogera and Surupa, "It's just so.. fast, you know?" She nods, and then squeezes hands in a semi-encouraging way.
On the sands, Murrough widely grins as another candidate is chosen. "Necha! Wow!" Althought that doesn't cover everything, he's stuck with those words. No time for speeches here. The bronze is noted, given a smile, as Mur continues to survey the scene.
On the sands, "Congratulations, Kinecha!" G'deon calls across the sands, yet another broad beaming smile for the next to join the gooey ranks.
On the sands, Kinecha pushes Khory away with one huge shove as the dragonet comes toward her. "Outta the way, Khory," she manages to says as she kneels to greet the brown coming toward her. "Ohh.. You're so beautiful Mneoth.."
On the sands, Tamber takes the cue and stares back at the eggs, until a startled jumble of noise coming from Necha's direction grabs his attention. "A /brown/ Xan, Necha Impressed brown." Sigh. "Yeah, c'mon Khor." he chimes in urging the other candie to join them. "Come hide us from the greens."
On the gallery ledges, Khaye squeaks. Squeak squeak squeak. "There's brownriders down there now! /Brownriders/!" Who are the undisputed champions of the dragonriding world. "Brown!"
On the sands, Bluegrass Country Hick Dragonet won't be ignored any longer... and besides, he's made his choice. Dark and green... his favourite, country colours. Hey, Tamber...
On the gallery ledges, E'an pffts. "Not a lot of greenriders."
On the sands, Ilare nods at Salea. "Isn't it? Oh, how lovely! I KNEW she'd be great!" Yay Kinecha! "Mneoth.. That's a FINE name." Doesn't begin with C, but it will do.
On the sands, Boisterous Bluenose Dolphin Dragonet sweeps forward with a shift and a sparkle of her bottle-green hide, blazing through the Sands and the tides. Wings flurry, momentarily, and then she shoves her muzzle insistantly into Hiliza's stomach. Attention must be paid to one so beautful as she, after all.
On the sands, As Necha Impresses, and Khory is tossed aside, the one thing he fears actually happens. He lands bottom down on the hot sands! Mind you, he's not down for long... Scrabbling out of the way of the two new lifemates, he makes his way over to where Xaner is standing. "Well, hey there.." he states, and blushes. "You don't think they saw that, did you?" he asks. "The fall, I mean.."
On the sands, Reiko didn't think she was feeding too quickly. But... just to be safe, she eases off a little, her free hand stroking her lifemate tenderly. Lifemate. But she does spare a twisted smirk and a wink for Tatia. Hi.
On the sands, Boisterous Bluenose Dolphin Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Hiliza, and steps forward.
On the gallery ledges, Hannah wistfully teases, "And even fewer goldriders.." Then attention is turned to the new impression and she smiles widely.
On the sands, Marianne shakes her head at Hynolonie, watching the other girl with a slight smirk on her mouth. "You know, I wouldn't... though I doubt even if it lasted a Turn it'd feel very long to me..." Breathing becomes normal again, and then, just as her quiver seems to subside, she sees both Tamber and Hiliza Impress. "Congrats!"
Chante walks in.
On the sands, Pyrene ohs. "Kinecha got a brown? Must be a guard thing.." Her eyes sweep, trying to find Daeyn, but fail and return to the candidates in time to see Tamber's bronze. "Oh! And there oges Tamber... and Hiliza! I knew she'd Impress"
On the sands, Sasha jumps up and down ...she just can't control herself " Wahey! Tamber!!!! And Hiliza!! Congratulations!!"
On the sands, Tamber's jaw drops. His knees give out. And he blinks stupidly at the dragonett before him. "Wha?" he murmers.
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg shimmies, now those splinters in its cover widening, becoming shell-length cracks.
On the sands, Bluegrass Country Hick Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Tamber, and steps forward.
On the sands, Shriek!! "Hiliza!" And another friend snatches a green. Ilare bounces, completely missing Tamber get the bronze.
On the gallery ledges, "There's a green! See, E'an?" Khaye points. Insistently. "But the browns. Aren't the browns just /lovely/, Hannah?" Squeak. "And there's a bronze.. Evil. But.. the browns aren't as good as Taz. But they're still good. Because they're brown." And stuff.
Ceridwin squeeks when Hi gets the green.. perfect! And a swimmer as well, the ex-phincrafter approves!
On the gallery ledges, Yla rolls her eyes expressively at Hannah's comment, shuffling a little closer to her green, who's watching the proceeding before her. "Well, duh." is all she says expressively, before falling silent again.
On the sands, "Hiliiiiiiizaaaaaa!" Sora screams from the sidelines, jumping up and down and clutching at Tatia and R'ave's arms. "R'a, Tat, Hiliza /made/ it it this time! And so pretty!" Shrill.
On the sands, Xaner beams at Khory. "Fall? What are you talking about?" Innocent grin. He looks back towards Tamber and jaw drops again. "Tamber!" Blink..blinkblink. He quickly lets go and latches himself to Khory instead. "Well! Glad I called you over here.."
On the sands, Phea dances around Mechelle, shifting from one side to the other. "Tamber! Tamber, Tamber, Tamber!" Since she can't hug the newest 'rider, she settles for hugging Mechelle instead. Huuug. "OH! Hiliza! Hiliza! Hi', Hi'!"
On the gallery ledges, E'an twitches. "Yes. There is a.. green." Pause. "But not lots and lots, like our hatching."
On the sands, Ogera walks away from Hiliza and her lovely green dragon.
On the sands, Hynolonie releases Marianne for a bit and waves both her arms as two impress at almost the same time. "WOOO! HIliZA! TAM!" She grins and hops a little. realizing that her feet did hurt. Its only a few breaths before she's back clinging to Marianne and staring at the eggs and hatchlings.
On the sands, Dark Broken Mirror Egg shivers. Now... now!
On the sands, Loren squeaks, shrieks, cheers. "Tamber!" Swoon. "Hiliza!" More swoon. "Yaaaay!" Another shriek, and then she pauses, peering back over at the eggs and shifting a bit more. "Oooh. So many Impressions .." Sniff.
On the sands, Dark Broken Mirror Egg trembles.... the cracks already marring its would-be perfect surface seem to grow longer, further, breaking up the illusion of beauty into small pieces of reality. Finally, the secret within escapes; arriving in the world with all the strength and glory of her long wait...
On the sands, Blue Ridge Mountain Dragonet
On the sands, Massive, moutainous crags of wingspars and sails flare in elemental
wonder above the vales of alpine green grown wild along the sleek and powerful
lengths of her svelte form. The glorious tumble of sprightly leaf-green hues
leap up the sweeping saplings of legs and rump to blossom across her broad chest
in a dappled profusion of wildflowers; fireweed sears muzzle and headknobs with
the succulence of summer, repeated again beneath the whispering blue edging
her rugged, rough-hewn spine. But it is the paleset sunrise that lights the
natural arrogance rising beneath the weathered intelligence of her wide and
honest gaze.
On the sands, G'deon jumps just a bit, blue eyes blazing as he watches his former fellow Candidate. "Hi'!" he shouts out, laughing as the congratulations drown out his own. "Shardin' fantastic I tell ye," he mumbles happily before waving towards Kinecha. Must feed lifemate.
On the sands, Tatia's eyes sweep back to the sands at Ilare's shriek - and her eyes go wide. "Hi/liza/! Oh, a /green/! Way to go, Hi'!" See? She /is/ happy sometime. "Hi/liiiiiiza/!" Afterall, the new greenrider is one of the few candidates who's not scary - Tat's known her for Turns.
On the sands, "Everyone over here, please!" the Weyrlingmaster calls to the new weyrlings. "Let's get 'em fed and out of the way, shall we?"
On the sands, Surupa /whines/. She really does, as she takes a great big step to the side with her bottom lip quivering at Hiliza. "Hi'!" She's gone now, isn't she? Yes, she is. "She've lovely, Hi'." And that is the first nice thing Rupa will say as she shuffles, out in the open, and glancing towards the hatching eggs. She needs someone to hide behind now, before she is /mauled/.
On the gallery ledges, Hannah chuckles, "Maybe our hatching was an anomaly? And yes, Khaye, the browns are just lovely! And so are the blues and the greens and the bronzes.."
On the sands, Rowann hops and dances. Hopdance. Cheer. "Hiliza! Tamber!" HKer hands now cover her eyes, just so she can resist the temptation of looking. That would be bad. Hopdance. Run into someone. Oof. "Sorry." Hopdance away.
On the sands, Mechelle laughs, hugging Phea back, but still making sure that while she's dancing around, she doesn't end up /behind/ her. "I see that...." Okay, time to be calm, at least to calm down some of the younger candidates...like Phea, perhaps.
On the sands, Hiza lets go of her clinging partners and just, falls, flinging her arms around the dragonent and sobbing. No, she can't do anything plainly. "Oh! Issryuith! You're so beautiful. An.. and I love you.. and... you need food. Lets get food. Tell your clutch siblings not to maul anyone, okay?" Shaking, Hiliza rises and moves toward her fellow candidates, sniffling and hiccuping and beaming.
Teltia walks in.
On the sands, Enamelled Blue Faberge Egg is not rocking. Not. Focus on that dragon over there for a moment while it gets this /just/ right.... If cracks appear, they're camouflaged by the shell's design, but a twitch here and a tap there and suddenly the Egg springs open revealing the trick inside.
On the sands, Enamelled Blue Faberge Egg twitches and stirs, its rocking movement creating minute cracks in the precious gilded shell. Gold flakes off, painted green swirls blister and fade as the fanciful orb shudders, each tremor tilting it up, up, and over the edge of its little sand bank perch. A tremendous crack on impact heralds the destruction of fragile beauty, and the egg is rendered into a rainbow of fluttering shards. From within rolls forth a lithe little hatchling, sticky with egg goo, which promptly lands on all four feet, an air of I didnt do it! fairly glowing from his body. Small tail flicks and waves like a banner behind him, egg shard crown upon his head ignored, as the hatchling surveys his new territory.
On the sands, Blue Lynx Dragonet
On the sands, Auburn flares ferociously, entwining ochre and sepia to slip silently
over lush hide. Speckles, spots, and polka dots in near-onyx hue have been flecked
almost haphazardly; some large, a hand's breadth or more, while others are barely
visible as they blend neatly with molasses shades. 'Neath lithe, sleek frame,
honeyed tints reign supreme, although tan is marred with more of the same freckling.
Dapples flicker like shadowy leaves, down muscled limbs to broad paws topped
by longish talons, wickedly curved and polished to a perfect shine. Trailing
back along his spine, whitish frosting in icy blue caps ridges and wing spars,
reminiscent of snow. Tail, short and thin, is tipped in the jet that spatters
over him, as are his head knobs; midnight colours preparing to pounce, perched
with perfect poise amidst mahogany. Singular imperfection mars his muzzle: silvery
streak licks slantwise across a somewhat shortened snout, slicing across felid
face to add a truly predatorial air.
On the sands, And now there's two lonely bachelors just looking for love.. Ah.. Em.. Wrong scene. Ahem. With Ner's arm firmly latched around his, Khory doesn't have the time, nor the sanity to blush. There's just too much going on at once around here. "Look! Hiliza impressed too," he states, jumping from one foot to the other. Blisters have begun to appear...
On the sands, Crumbling Papyrus Egg disintegrates into a heap of scattered ruins, dust-flimsy as the paper-thin husks effortlessly uncurl around the newest dragonet. Borrowed Dad's Keys Dragonet stumbles from the wreckage, briefly disoriented in the residue of his former confines. A quivering of his dazzling hide is followed by a sharp, festive whisk of his tail, dynamically removing himself from the exhausted shell, freedom attained in the flex of soft sinew as he hoists himself forward with no lack of particular determination.
On the sands, Borrowed Dad's Keys Dragonet
On the sands, With a puff of dust and smoke, currents of Mediterranean blue
twist over the curves and contours carried by draconic hide. Polished headknobs
skew in a smudge of brilliant amethyst that streaks down comfortably rounded
neckridges, leaving traces of dusky twilight down the dragon's blocky chest.
Iridescent ultramarine counters any murk or shadow with a reflective lustre
on buttery-soft haunches, steering down through a lithe and limber tail towards
a pool of vivid blue at its widened tip. Wide, faceted eyes glitter the promise
of zip and power as metallic lines race through his streamlined wingsails, the
color cruising upwards until it fades out of sight.
On the sands, Moving towards her own clutchmates, Ilare bounces. Boing boing boing. Yay! "HILIZA!" *swoon* And here comes ANOTHER brown...
On the sands, Lorsalia gasps, seeing her egg hatch. "No! Loren!" She sighs, scurrying forward, wanting to get near near near the shards. "But- it's a green." Lorsa tugs on the older girl's hand nervously, afraid to get too near her favorite egg's dragonet, but afraid that the shards will be gone ebfore she can get to them.
On the sands, Loren stares. "Green." Egg. Green = egg. Egg = green. Loren is wholly and thuroughly confused, movement limited to shifting feet and prods at Lorsalia. "Ooh." Stare. "It /is./" Green, that is. Um.
On the sands, Murrough chuckles, watching Tamber and the unfolding scene. "Hiliza! great! Tamber too!" Enthusism inspires Murr to do a slight foot shuffle tap dance number as he shakes off the sand that's accumulated so far on his feet.
On the gallery ledges, "Yes. Out hatching was an.. an.. that word. Amononlaly." A pause, before Khaye starts squeaking again. "Brown! Look! And... what did that greenrider say the dragon was? Issysomething. Itazurath is better." Nodnod.
Brown_Guest says, "Tamber got a bronze!!"
On the sands, T'am throws his arms around his new lifemate, tears sqeeking from the corners of his eyes, "Farleth! Oh Farleth! Lets get you some food. You're hungry!" he sounds surprised. Folowing Hiza and her new partner, he moves toward waiting food and fellow...riders?
On the sands, Blue Ridge Mountain Dragonet enters the world with an indignant creel as she falls flat on her backside. Eek! Quickly, up before anyone notices. She must not let herself lose that grand facade she's already developed. The white ones are scanned. But she stays near her egg - no-one must steal it away from her!
On the sands, Xaner hops along next to Khory, eyes gone wide with all this excitement. And..the pain in his feet. Ooooow. His free hand brushes through blue and green locks of hair, sweat already dripping down his neck. "Ooh! Yay Hiliza!"
On the sands, "Mechelle, Mechelle! My egg hatched! My egg hatched!" Pointpointpointpoint goes Phea, once again dancing in circles around Mechelle. "Oooooh, and another one! Another one hatched! It did, it did! /Three!/"
On the sands, Marianne echoes Surupa's sentiments, noting, "She's absolutely lovely..." before turning back to squeeze Hynolonie's arm gently. "Oh, look! They're /all/ hatching, now..." Lorsalia gets a look, then she simply shakes her head, waving over at Surupa. "How're you doing?"
On the sands, Ciera spots one of the latest batch on popping eggs. "Make that four blue," she says, rather sulkily. There's no way they'll make it to twenty. She won't get to see D'reen in a dress. "Can you wear the dress anyway, just for fun?"
On the sands, Borrowed Dad's Keys Dragonet steps gingerly through the musty debris of eggshell, legs faltering before they find their strength. He's no smooth mover, but he takes decided steps forward, seeking already. He's looking for a love, and he knows what he needs.
On the sands, D'renn leans against the wall below the galleries. "Well, it's happening.... more blues..."
On the sands, Mechelle blinks as she looks here, there and everywhere...."Ohhhhhh....blue!" she's wondered what would hatch out of the Papyrus egg ever since she set her eyes on it! "Mine too, Phea!"
On the sands, Blue Lynx Dragonet doesn't waste a moment in looking at himself, instead he immediately stalks off, prowling around the sides of the sands (and behind most of the candidates). Erroneously concluding that most of the white things will be looking on that big shiny gold thing and the slightly less big but equally shiny bronze thing next to it. He's just here to... seek out something. He doesn't know what yet, but he's not going to let that stop him. Nor the fact that his wings keep getting in the way of his feet. Oof.
Konolan leans forward, hardly daring to blink as people he /knows/ Impress...like Reiko? Did he mention that he was there when she was Searched? "Ohh..I wonder who'll be next?" To be eyed onto to Impression bandwagon.
Donis wanders along the railing, still small enough to get around people's knees and outstretched feet. One hand goes over the edge, attempting to poke at D'renn. Boo.
On the sands, "Hatching?" Lonie peers as multiple eggs break at once releasing green and blue..and oh, she couldn't quite see the other ones. "Yes.. well. Should be done soon then?" She merps again and stares. "WAYyy.. to fast." She says in a sigh.
On the sands, Loren prods Lors lightly, blinking. "If you wanted her egg, I don't think you're gonna get it." Any time soon, at least.
On the sands, Surupa shuffles over towards Phea, since she actually seem to have paid attention to her. Not caring really who is with the younger candidate, she quietly shuffles to the side and hides behind her. "Jus' fine, as long as those dragonets keep their distance from mauling me." She whines, looking over towards those that had already Impressed. "They're all gone, now."
On the sands, Lorsalia decides that standing stock still and looking cute for her egg's green isn't going to work. So she drops Loren's hand and darts forward, glad that she's only wearing a white camisole and undies- less to hamper her movements. "I've gotta save my egg." She says, letting people know what she's doing. But when she comes within a few feet of the green, from the side of course, she stops and glances around. "She's not moving." Obviously.
On the sands, There's nothing wrong with blue.. It's Khory's favourite color, didn't ya know. Just look at the tips of his hair... Mind you, those azure strands certainly do stand out right now, considering how pale his skin is against the white of his robe and the sands. Sweat is pouring down the center of his back and his hands have begun to slip from Xaner's arm.
Tevya nods, thoughts echoing in her head along those same lines. "They are all gorgeous, that's for sure.." She comments as more and more people she knows Impress...
On the sands, Phea is unable to stop dancing, too excited and too hyper -- and ends up nearly colliding with Surupa. "Oof! Ruppy! Look, look, Nan-er-Mechelle's egg hatched, and so did mine! Isn't that /neeaat/?"
On the sands, Marianne holds still, head tilting to the side as she answers Hynolonie with, "I don't know... it /is/ very fast, though, I'll give you that." Normally so talkative, the harper candidate can merely gawk now, her vocal cords clutched by both doubt and a near-overwhelming anxiety.
On the sands, Rusty Bike Egg heaves again... heave..tip tip...it can't possibly remain tilted at the crazy angle for much longer....it has to fall.....
On the sands, Xaner pries his arm loose from Khory's for a moment. "Ew..." He's all sweaty. He wipes his arm off on his sheet-robe, and then takes Khory's arm and wipes it off too before latching back on. "There! That's better!" Cling!
On the sands, Boom! Crack! An egg splits open, sendign shards everywhere. The green hatchlign looks a bit abashed at this as she stumbles into the world. Dragon searches about, tripping a few times and finally finds /her/ lifemate. O'ops grins and cradles the green head, "She says she's Adaisyth!"
On the sands, Blue Ridge Mountain Dragonet hisses slightly and fans her young wings possessively - oh well! If they want that shardin' egg, let 'em have it! With a soft creel, she takes a sudden hop to the right, starting a circular motion around the sands. Where is her one.... something is blocking her way!
On the sands, Mechelle blinks, taking a long look at the blueness of the Borrowed Dad's Keys dragonet. "He's...he's interesting..." well, that one has hatched, so perhaps she should look at what else is going on, though she does keep her eyes peeled to watch that blue one. Who will /he/ choose?
Konolan nods in accord with Tev and stays basically silent..with a silly grin on his face. Happy? Nolan? Impression is a happy time..not scary at all. Which is why he's staring curiously at Khory..who looks white as a sheet. What's with that?
On the sands, Surupa, luckily, enjoys the warm sides very much and only shifts every once in awhile to make sure that she can still feel them. "They did hatch, Phea, they are /all/ hatching." But she shoots random looks towards her two favorite ones from the clutch, but just isn't about to call them /her/ eggs, either.
On the sands, "Where's all the blues?" Sora wonders of Tatia. "Why aren't there more blues? It's a Cadge-clutch, there should be blues."
On the sands, Labyrinth Egg swings into motion again, though stays in the same place. As though moving without moving, it shakes and shivers. Tiny stretchmarks seem to shiver across certain points of its darkly colored shell. There is light at the end of this tunnel! Should it move towards that light though?
On the sands, Hynolonie hmms.. for a moment then looks up at Marianne again. Talking was the only way she could remember how to breath, so talk, she must. "Tell me if they start talking to you.. ok?" Not that Kez did, but you know, she has to ask anyway.
On the sands, Borrowed Dad's Keys Dragonet isn't overwhelmed, coolly nosing amongst the swarms of Candidates. He does, however, seem slight lost without a partner to help him through all this mess of noise and living. He is careful not to wallop anybody with the cheery wag of his tail, and quiet greetings are whirred toward his clutchsibs, and of course his parents. Musn't be rude.
On the sands, Loren stares at Lorsalia. "Um -- come back!" Lo' squawks and squeaks, inching forward approximately .. one inch. "Lorsa -- I don't, um, think that's a good idea. Wait 'til it's over, at least." Nod, nod. Squeak. "Has she moved yet?" Le whine.
On the sands, Khory smile faintly, (actually, quick sickly looking) and then spies the Rusty bike egg tilt some more. "Um.. Xaner, let's move over there," he states, pulling the other candy out of the way of creeling dragonets and towards a patch of eggs that look safely.. un hatched. Nearby is the Spinning Top Egg, which looks to be .. well.. spinning slightly. "At least this way, we won't get trampled..."
On the sands, Ilare motions for the newly impressed to move off to the side, eyes watching that brown. Ilare has her priorities straight, you see.. "Who'll be next?" Rhetorical question? definately.
On the sands, G'deon continues to try catching the new Weyrlings' attention, waving at T'am and Hiza, Khena too, trying to make sure their new lifemates are fed now that the vital impression is taken care of.
On the sands, Blue Lynx Dragonet continues to stalk, passing many a candidate. Some freeze at his approach and are thus ignored. He's not looking for easy prey. Motion attracts him... motion and vigour. A zest for life could be interesting.... moving around behind a cluster of candidates he pauses and observes.
On the sands, Marianne bobs her head at Hynolonie, chuckling softly. "Yeah... if anything like that happens, you'll be the first to know." Each dragonet recieves a stare, as she tries to puzzle out -just- what it is they're looking for. "How many are there, now? How many eggs left?"
On the sands, Tatia shrugs, sliding closer to Sora to be better heard. "Maybe they're saving the best for last?" she questions with a faint smirk. "/I'm/ hoping for more greens, myself. Did you /see/ Hiliza Impress one?" Nevermind Sora's earlier shreiking - all the noise is confusing Tat.
On the sands, Phea is keeping track of the brown -- he's automatically special, since he hatched from /the/ Faberge Egg -- whilst dancing around Mechelle and Surupa. Are they dizzy yet? "Dragons, dragons, dragons! Everywhere! And eggs! Everwhere! /Fuuuuun!/"
On the sands, Green moves and Lorsa takes her chance. She darts into the egg shards and carefully bends over at the waist, sending her cute heiney into the air as she picks up bits of the mirror egg, turning them to gaze into it. With a curious expression, she turns to Loren and calls out "It- it's broken." The Tillekian Storyteller stands still, in shock. "It used to be kind of like a mirror. Now it's not." She babbles, bending over again to try and find more shards. She really wants them to work when she gets home. The best mirror she's ever looked into.
On the sands, Petrified Forest Egg is protesting all of this movement. While it's cluchsiblings hatch around it, this egg remains motionless.
On the sands, Xaner is pulled. Eep. Shuffleshuffle. Does Khory wanna be /alone/ with him? Mwaha..er..ok, maybe not. He looks at those relatively unhatched eggs though. Ok, if that Rusty Bike egg /falls/ on him.... Ooo, the sparkly Labyrinth one is eyed though. Yes! The liiiight! Head for the liiiight!
On the sands, Blue Ridge Mountain Dragonet continues her meandering around the sands. Where, oh where, is that enchanting voice coming from?! She gets so lost sometimes... walking around in smaller and smaller circles..... around a particular group of girls. Whicever way she goes, she comes back to the place where Lorsalia is.... adoringly, she stops to gaze deeply at the Tillek girl. The light, and the heat, she sees in those eyes! Lorsalia, be mine....
On the sands, Khena's jaw moves. Up and down, side to side. "You're hungry? Yes, of course you're hungry, they told us about this," she babbles on, arms around Mneoth as she helps him toward G'deon waving furiosly at her. "Where's the food, G'deon?" she asks almost desperate in her tone as she reaches the weyrleader. "He wants to eat!"
On the sands, Shift. Bam. Boom! With a shake and a creel, a chunky blue dragonet rolls on out of his egg, plowing through the Sands to blithely run over Muchacho. "Spamth?" M'uch wonders of the blue. "Why, you're right, it /is/ noisy!"
On the sands, Borrowed Dad's Keys Dragonet bleats quietly, flashing eyes roving the crowds of cluttered white-robes. So many, so many. He seems sad to leave those he sniffs at, but he's after someone unrivaled. Metallic-lined wings ruffle and fold back again for balance as something new and remarkable captures his senses. Brown, blonde... something blue? And something's whirling around what he wants. He's so close now! He's waited all his life, after all...
On the sands, Blue Lynx Dragonet :'s eyes whirl in confusion. Tactical evasion techniques are going on. Mechelle and Surupa get blinked at, but he's trying to see /around/ them. And in front of them... And he starts pacing around both girls--he's on the hunt, but he's not chasing either of /them/.
On the sands, Blue Ridge Mountain Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Lorsalia, and steps forward.
On the sands, Surupa waves a hand quickly at Phea, though she doesn't remove her gaze from the dragonets, hair already a mess around her. "Phea, stop that! You'll bring one of those dragonets here and they'll /maul/ or /bite/ us." And Rupa doesn't want that at all, attempting to crouch out of sight behind any random candidate. And then the Blue Lynx one is there and she simply whimpers. "See!"
On the sands, Khory doesn't want to be alone with anyone.. He just wants to get out of the way of the crazy rush, and his feet are /killing/ him. You think delivering messages halfway 'cross a weyr is hard, try standing on these hot sands for this length of time! "Just safer here," he begins to say, before spotting some of the dragonets turning their way. Oh no.. Maybe he spoke too soon...
On the sands, Gape. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... errrr... "The Brat Impressed?!" Oh NO.. That.. Ilare's seeing things, surely? That can't be RIGHT... Headshakes rapidly, and Ilare closes her eyes.. And opens them again. Where'd that stalking brown go?
On the sands, Mechelle grins as Lorsalia Impresses, "Lors, the dragonrider!" she crows, though she's not too sure that it's a /good/ thing...well, maybe...She /is/ getting a bit dizzy at Phea's continued dancing, "Eggs, dragons...Yes." she murmers, but her eyes start following the rest of the dragonets around. Who's next?
On the sands, Hynolonie merps at Marianne and hopes she does as she catches sight of Lorsalia Impression.. Some how, She knew if the girl Impressed it would have to be green. "YAY! LORSA!!!"
On the sands, Pyrene stares dismally at Lorsalia. "I thought for /sure/ she was a blue!" she protests. Why do the blues keep snagging the nice candidates and all the *ahem* less nice ones impress nice colours?
On the sands, Borrowed Dad's Keys Dragonet has found someone to live for, someone strong enough. The beginning is at the start, and this is the start of something he's sure is wonderful. His muzzle bumps cautiously against her knee, whuffling the hem of the blue-stitched white robe. Gentle eyes whirl up toward the One. You're next.
On the sands, Rowann hops. "They're all hatching, and I can't see.." The fact that she can't see if her own problem since she's covering her own eyes. And. "Lors!"
On the sands, Loren huffs, planting a hand on her hip and stomping a foot -- which is quickly raised with a grimace. "Of course it's broken. It /hatched./" Eyes roll, and the other hatchlings are eyed for a quick moment. "They're all hatching." Except Petrified Forest, which is being all, y'know, still. Lorsa's Impression, though, gets a stare. "Oh!" Stare. "Eek!" Blink, blink. "Yaaay!"
On the sands, Borrowed Dad's Keys Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Mechelle, and steps forward.
On the sands, "Five blue," Ciera notes despondently. "Five. The next fifteen all have to be blue." She eyes the clutch, trying to count amidst the confusion. "Can anyone even see if there /are/ fifteen left?"
On the sands, "What, Ruppy? Stop? Whyyy? They won't eat y --" Phea ceases to speak, mid-sentence, peering at the brown. After a brief examination of the hatchling, candidate settles for an affable beam and a fingerwiggle. "Hihihiiiiii, brown!"
Tevya nods..as that is about the only thing she can do at the moment..
On the sands, Lorsalia looks into the green dragonet's eyes, resentful at first that her egg is broken, but with a sigh, she drops the shards and reaches her arms out to wrap around her new lifemate's neck. "Yajisarath! Oh, you're so beautiful. And I knew it. I knew it." She can't stop gazing into those eyes, seeing her other half there. "You'd have to be mine."
On the sands, D'renn sages in relief. "I think I'm going to be alright.... no dress."
Chante squeezes her way through the crowd of people, barely able to see what is happening on the sands. She makes it to the rail, and leans over just in time to catch a friend impressing... Mechelle! She squeals in delight, though the squeals can't really be heard over the din the dragonets are making.
On the sands, Xaner merfs a bit and just hangs onto Khory. "Hm. Maybe it is." Yeah. Safer here. Hippityhoppity hothothot feet!
On the sands, Blue Lynx Dragonet is tempted to jump over the crouching Surupa (which could get messy considering the lack of co-ordination in those semi-powerful haunches),but fortunately his prey suddenly stops and turns to face him. And so.. he pounces. Phea is his.
On the sands, Blue Lynx Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Phea, and steps forward.
On the gallery ledges, Khaye bounces. Squeak. "Lors! Impressed! And.. that Phea-girl! Wow!" Scream. Eee.
On the sands, Cherished Spinning Top Egg shivers, starting up as if to spin again before settling back into its own personal hollow. Just a little more time waiting.
On the sands, Mechelle blinks, and then blinks once again, "One? Two? /Rhajath/!" she nearly yells. Not quite the quiet, well-mannered nanny, as a tear slips down her cheek and she grins widely, "We're...I'm..." okay, so words are lost. Where /are/ they when you need them?
On the sands, Marianne stares out at the rest of the group, still attempting to comprehend all that she sees. "Congratulations, Lorsalia, and Mechelle!" she cries, shifting to the side, then catching Phea's Impression. "Phea! Terrific! He's gorgeous!" she cries, before looking back to Hynolonie and merely nodding once.
Magen wonders how many un-impressed candidates are left. How many eggs are left.
On the sands, Surupa whines at Phea as she doesn't even appear to be remotely afraid of the brown, and she simply cowers where she is crouched. But wait, what's with that brown? "Phea! I told you not to dance! An' now you're gone..." Sob. She quietly attempts to find someone else, shuffling away and away and simply crouching to hide behind a random candidate. But wait, someone is still around, right? There has to be someone else she knows, at least.
On the sands, Ilare grins broadly know as the hyperactive candidate bags herself.. A brown. "Congratulations!" Why try and figure out new names, eh? Wait and see... Eyes drift up, meeting her own lifemates. It seems just like yesterday, doesn't it?
On the sands, Loren inches back, taking a moment to sniff. Impressions. Too many for Lo' to be comfortable with, for the moment. "Yay!" Twitch. "Yaaay, Mechelle! And Phea!" Swoonbeam, goes Lo', who inches back and latches onto Aeris' hand again. "Yaaay." Squeak.
On the sands, Wurzburg's Romanesque Cathedral Egg pulsates, waiting the time when the occupant within will find the strength to break forth. But it's not time yet. More waiting and rocking left to do.
On the gallery ledges, "Wooo! Mechelle /and/ Phea! And Lors... shards! They're all impressin'!" comes N'ano's excitement. Of course, what'd he expect? It's a hatching. Merf.
On the sands, G'deon quickly hands Khena some bits of meat quickly, while still trying to get more ready. And don't forget, keeping himself tidy. Or not... "Khena, here you go. Don't feed Mneoth too quickly," he instructs quietly, just in case. "Ah, and more, fantastic!" He likes to say that today.
On the sands, "Whoever Impressed!" A pause. Rowann listens. "Phea!" And.. "Mechelle!" She inches forward, and finally latches onto Surupa again, eyes open and hands free now. "Rupa, they're all.. Impressing."
On the gallery ledges, E'an eyes. "No duh!" He would hit N'ano upside the head, but that would just not be nice. And a mutter about greens.
On the sands, Labyrinth Egg rocks frenetically, the struggle within now evident as the prisoner within struggles to break free of its confinement. Finally however, the creature suffering entrapment and confusion within the dizzying maze finally sees the light at the end. On the final strait now, no more twists and turns to negotiate. Cracks race, in myriad, up the sides of the ovoid and the shell shatters almost with a cry of anguished defeat as the clock is irrevocably stopped forever and the young girl breaks away clutching the child in her arms. And in that one shattering moment, a darkling bronze dragonet fights its way onto the sands.
On the sands, Dastardly Blue-Cloaked Caricature Villain Dragonet
On the sands, Quicksilver flares along bronzed adamantine hide, glinting in
the faintest of light. Copper reacts blue-green down steely edges crystallizing
at the peaks of serrated neckridges. Iron taints hot poker spines which prowl
with single-minded purpose along vaulted chest before cooling, and skulking
into the murky tin that vulcanizes strident muscles in thick limbs. From there
scales broil upwards into the tempered facade of underbelly, obvious in pale
caramel vulnerability and guarded almost secretly, as if it wasnt really there...
Prisms of quartz and granite tunnel up whip-like neck, liquid metals melting
along the lines of his wedged head, sheer 'knobs and pungent maw. Strength of
form gives way to a dangerous elegance, however, at his slated wings. While
spars of lace-like aluminium at first, deceptively, appear brittle, their flinty
prowess braces wide sails, jetted with plum-streaked bronze, accentuating hues
lurking within his gunmetal flanks.
On the sands, Cadgwith studies the Sands in lazy consideration. Is good. Another thrum issues from her throat at the arrival of the latest bronze and she casts Orbyth a smug look. Didn't they do well?
On the sands, Marianne lifts a hand, one finger twitching in Surupa's direction. "Rupa!" she calls, remaining where she stands and instantly throwing a glance to the Cathedral egg, before once again having her attention drawn at the sight of bronze shining at the edge of her vision. Breath catches in her throat, and her only comment is a squeaked, "Wow."
On the sands, Orbyth sends Cadgwith a melting glance back. /Their/ bebes!
On the sands, Khory smiles as Phea and Mechelle impress. "That's wonderful," he states, squeezing Ner's arm in the process of hugging himself. "Now, if we could just hurry along the other impressions, then we'll be able to get off of these sands!" See, he hardly noticed the affectionate action, and so, doesn't even blush... However, if Xaner would to squeeze him back.. That'd be a different story..
On the sands, Hynolonie shakes her head and shakes it again before letting out another holler. "CONGRAT MechellE and Phea! WOO!" There.. her vocal cord have been exercised enough today right? She can go back to staring, huh? She clings to Marianne and continues to watch the new hatchlings emmerge.
On the sands, Surupa is latched onto, even as she was trying to hide behind a rather largely built young man who might be known as the one that pushes her in repeatidly in the stables. He turns to glare at Rupa hiding and moves off. Whine. "Oh, Rowann!" She squeaks and suddenly gets behind the candidate one way or another. "They're all just getting dragons and leaving! Like... Well, like all the time!" Whine.
On the sands, Xaner promptly...ooggles what hatches from the Labyrinth Egg. Well..Mrowr. And that's all he has to say about that. Sex-ah villain! Grip tightens on Khory.
On the sands, Cadgwith would melt as is appropriate, but it would probably make an awful mess, and she's fairly sure the Hatchlings would have an even harder time struggling through melted dragon as well as Sands.
On the sands, Phea -- Pae! -- broadens her beam dramatically, and she drops to her knees, oblivious to the heat, to throw her arms around the brown's neck. "Uzasnyth! Uzasnyth!"
On the sands, R'ave is whooping, even if he doesn't know these kids all that well. This is very, very exciting all of a sudden. Nostalgia, maybe.
On the sands, Sora bounces idly on her toes. "Lookit all of them, Tat! And look, there's that egg twitching lots, R'ave. See it?"
On the sands, Murrough cheers as Phea and Mechelle impress, and then is jerked back to watch the eggs again as another one turns into dragonet.
On the sands, "Thank you, Gid," Khena says, not even realizing that she's using the riders old nickname. "But he's /so/ hungry!" The former guard is nearly pushed over by the brown form of Mneoth as she shoves meat down his throat. "No, you can't eat too much, sweetness. The weyrleader says so..."
On the sands, Chelle looks around, not sure what to do. She smiles slightly at the congratulations she hears, but her mind stays on Rhajath, "I imagine that you're starving? It seems the rest of them are..." Though she does look around a bit, looking at others who Impress.
On the sands, G'deon wrinkles up his nose, not daring to touch it yet with those hands. He frowns just a bit, though still humming, trying to remember new names and old faces. "T'am? Do you have enough? Ahh, and you there, with the green!" He can't here everything... "Who wants s'more?"
On the sands, Petrified Forest Egg doesn't move. It's not going to hatch. Ever. The egg twiches slightly. Okay, fine. Maybe it'll hatch. Another twich, and then it starts to shake. The dragonet inside is tired of all this waiting.
On the gallery ledges, "Eew. It's a bronze. An evil bronze." Nod. Khaye knows. They're all evil. "Ooh! What! Whassis' name? The brown? "Uzasnyth! What a.. uh.. interesting name. Itazurath is /still/ better."
Chante waves at mechelle from her seat, leaning so far over the railing it looks like she might fall off. "MECHELLE! YAYY! YOU IMPRESSED!" she screams, more hyperactive then ever, so very happy for her friend.W
On the sands, Rusty Bike Egg erupts with a Clang! Jangle! Screeeeech! Something is definitely happening within this rusty old egg. Amid unnerving jitters and shakes, it keels over with a chain-rattling CRASH! That's done it... it sure isn't functional now. Cracks reminiscent of rusty spokes radiate from a central point, gradually widening until the egg's domed form crumbles into a rusty heap. Emerging from the broken junk and egg goo, a disheveled blue dragonet tumbles out into a heap on the sands.
On the sands, Borrowed Trouble Dragonet
On the sands, Double, double, toil and trouble: witch's brew spills silver and
smoke over a hide of teal, wisps of color billowing up in alternating murk and
brilliance. Capricious blue clouds gather along his angular muzzle, melting
into streamers of cerulean that deliquesce into the shadows along his flat ribcage.
Airy blue gusts like a zephyr out of the darkness of his underside to stir the
length of his tail nearly to jade, free and fair. Scalloped wingsails rustle
like distant thunder against his squared sides, shot through with lightning
and wet grey-green luminescence down to the tips of his char-black spars. Ashes
to ashes, mischief fires a wicked spark illuminating the secret inner coven
within his eyes' dark cauldrons.
On the sands, Yajisarath nudges her new rider, turning her head away. She's hungry and wants to eat. Lorsalia must know that. "Oh, Yajisarath." The ex-storyteller gives a sigh, unwilling to stop -looking- But she feels that hunger and turns towards G'deon, leading the way to the food.
On the sands, Loren's eyes focus on Petrified Forest Egg -- hatching? Not hatching? Lo' is confused. The new dragon, though, provides ample distraction, and, for the moment, Lo' blinks at him. "Oooh... how pretty!" Squeak.
On the sands, Rowann circles back around Surupa. "Don't hide behind me.. They're scaring me. Look at that bronze, Rupa!" Cling. "There are so many!"
On the sands, Cayl stands tall upon the prison that once held him. The world has desolved into a sea of gold and white. Crunch..crunch: Talons of the sharpest variety scrape upon the shell, smashing it into the sand below. It bothers to take a step forward...and almost comes crashing down, a tower of metalic forged bronze. Eeep! Wings are to be shaken out /before/ you trip over them, not afterwords.
On the sands, Petrified Forest Egg rumbles with the force of the being inside, dismal shades shaking and rattling with each shuddering blow. Jabberwocky-green slithers up, slithers down -- and then slithers out in the form of a wing, and then a claw, and then a muzzle poking insistantly through. Another nudge of bourbon-brown shell tips it over and spills her out: Devil in a Blue Dress Dragonet is born into her world.
On the sands, Devil In A Blue Dress Dragonet
On the sands, Danger lurks as shadows within the alligator green of this villainous
dragonet, darkening her varied hide of swamp and slough to the devil's own ruddy
black beneath her low-slung belly. Quagmire tincture -- lush and mangrove-dark
-- slinks furtively along her vast, square-built frame, twining the shallow
crescent of talons' hooks and broadening in unchecked vines across her narrow
muzzle and sharp, pointed 'knobs; maleficent shades stalk the skirts of vaporous,
flame-caught cobalt flaring down her withers and tail. Large and uncouth, a
man-o-war in green, her cimmerian colors are swiftly unbalanced by the powerful
portent of wings as wicked and uncontrolled as the clandestine iniquity in eyes'
heady hues.
On the sands, Dastardly Blue-Cloaked Caricature Villain Dragonet stands tall upon the prison that once held him. The world has desolved into a sea of gold and white. Crunch..crunch: Talons of the sharpest variety scrape upon the shell, smashing it into the sand below. It bothers to take a step forward...and almost comes crashing down, a tower of metalic forged bronze. Eeep! Wings are to be shaken out /before/ you trip over them, not afterwords.
On the sands, Hiza giggles, closing her eyes to share some joke and then commenting, aloud, "Not so fast.. That's better. I know, I know. But you wouldn't want to choke. No, you just Hatched and.. and you aren't ever going anywhere! So no choking, it's bad!" Everything else is a swirl of colors around her, beaming at the only other existing thing to her right now. "So gorgeous, Issryuith. Yes, even when you're eating. Of course. Why not?"
On the sands, Khory jumps back as the Rusty Bike Egg hatches right near them. "Ach! Xaner, watch it!" he cries, wanting to run in his nervous state, but his feet are far too gone to do anything other than hobble out of the way of the egg shards. Instead, he trusts the other candidate towards the new dragonet. "There, you stand there.."
On the sands, Tatia grins, head shaking toward Sora as she snickers. "Sora, dear. Calm /down/. You're going to make the weyrlings nervous." Or something. Another glance toward the gathered pairs as the greenrider attempts to mentally make note of who's Impressed. "The weyrlingmaster's sure have their hands full with /this/ bunch," she intones with a snicker. Unlike the Kamikazes, of course, who were the picture of well-behaved weyrlings. "Oh! Hiliza!" she calls, weaving toward the new greenrider. "What's her name again? Quite a pretty one, there."
On the sands, R'ave is not trying to choke Sora, really, but it's just happening. "Yeahyeah, I see it, Sor." He's whispering conspiratorily -- why? Because he's a dork. "It hatched." An obtuse dork, too.
On the sands, Ilare moves away from her clutchmates towards the brand new ones, eyes bright with delight on their behalf. Moving towards G'deon, she elbows the weyrleader as she passes, grabbing some meat for the new arrivals to the edge of the sands. "Can you believe our lifemates were ever this small?" Giggle. "Congrats, Phea! Uzasnyth, is it? Head this way!" Ilare's got meat!
On the sands, Pyrene leans back against Cadgwith and sends a look over to D'renn. "How many blues then?" she asks, finally giving into temptation. She still wants that dress to be worn. As long as she doesnt have to look at him in it.
On the sands, Loren pauses, stares, blinks -- Petrified Forest /did/ hatch. And ... it's green. Lo' moves in Surupa's direction, for lack of any place better, and squealches faintly. "'rupa! Look!" Blink, blink. "Green." Eek.
On the sands, Xaner waghs! And hops backwards as he's shoved forward. "Khory!" He grabs onto fellow candidate's arm and holds him against his side. "Noooo way! Staaaay with me!" He doesn't wanna stand next to hatching dragonets all by hismelf! Let alone get shoved at them!
On the sands, Pae is clinging to Uzasynth now, but at the brown's request -- and Ilare's -- she disentangles herself to head toward the weyrlingmasters. "C'mon, Uzasynth-dear.. yes, I like calling you dear!" The pair heads toward the other weyrlings, as instructed.
On the sands, T'am moves closer to G'deon, hurridly taking meat and feeding it to this bottomless pit who Impressed him. "There you are, better, eh?" he croons all the while. All the hectic craziness of before vanished in this perfect creature before him.
On the sands, Borrowed Trouble Dragonet hoppets across the sand, with relatively good balance for one so newly hatched, wavering and wobbling with the occasional trip between unhatched eggs and peeping out from behind them as if to chortle <<Peek a boo! Can you see me?!!>> Then, with head raised high, and with a seemingly nonchalant expression of innocence adorning his sleek blue muzzle, he sidles out from behind one ovoid, before gallumpheting off to find somewhere else to hide, and some poor unsuspecting victim to sneak up on and pounce.
On the sands, Salea assists Ilare in doling out portions for hungry dragonets, walking up and down the group to make sure no one goes without.
On the sands, Sora gnashes her teeth nervously, clinging to Tatia and R'ave. "Am not, Tat, am not. And /I'm/ a Weyrlingmaster, Tat. I bet they'll be fine. Oooooh!" The bluerider oggles the newest green. "Look at that! Such a pretty green. Really dark. Kinda like Vesp, right Tat?"
On the sands, Marianne blinks, the rapid hatching once again sending her head back and forth so fast it feels as though her neck might split at any given time. "Bronze... and green... and..." Rattling off as she notes each dragonet, she reaches for another candidate standing by, absently trying to catch her balance. "Ooh... oh..."
On the sands, "So many that can maul /me/," whimpers Surupa as she goes back to hide behind Rowann, cowering in fear at the popping eggs. But as the Petrified Forest egg disposes of the dragonet, she blinks and whines. "See, even that egg popped." Which she liked rather much, too. And she doesn't like the dragonets either, because that one brown wanted to eat her, honestly.
On the sands, Devil In A Blue Dress Dragonet flicks her wing, ridding herself of a piece of egg-shell that was left clinging to her hide. Now that all is in order, she looks up at the white wall of candidates before her. One of those out there is Hers. But enough of this waiting around, it is time to go.
On the sands, Rhajath bumps Chelle's stomach with his head, demanding food. So, food it is. "Over here, Rhajath. Let's get yu fed!" She wrinkles her nose slightly. Raw meat is /not/ something she enjoys handling, but for him? Sure... "Small bites, Rho.../chew/..." eyes continue to count candidates and eggs and weyrlings and...there's /lots/ of things to count out there!
On the sands, "Shards, I /hope/ not," Tatia intones toward Sora. "We don't need another.. /oh/! You're right, Sor - gorgeous!" Just like Vesp, of course.
On the sands, Lorsalia hops up to Ilare, her arm wrapped around Yajisarath's neck. "Look! 'Jisarath came from my egg. See? Now I don't need the shards." She is definitely beaming as she reaches for a hunk of meat to stuff down the green's maw with a whispered command to 'chew it. don't swallow it down whole.'
On the sands, G'deon chuckles softly at Ilare, giving her a quick wink. "Indeed they were... what I can't believe is that these little ones will grow to be like ours!" He slices away at a bit more, smaller chunks for the little green there... the long thin ones for that one... A man of action and adaptation is he.
On the sands, Loren bounces. On the sands. Yes. Watch Lo' jump up and down, looking like a complete idiot as she tugs Aeris' arm out of its socket. Owchies. "Aeris! Look -- isn't she ..." Pause, ponder, peer. "Hrm." Lo' continues to ponder, shifting behind Aeris instead. "She's, um, kinna dark." Blink, blink. Peer.
On the sands, Hynolonie holds onto Marianne as she begins to waver, trying with all her strength to keep the girl upright. She shakes her head, not really looking at Marianne as she tries to save her.. but stares at the bronze blue and green on the sands.. such pretty dragonettes.
On the sands, R'ave eeps quietly. "She scary-lookin'," he comments on the green. "Vesp isn't scary." Cough.
On the gallery ledges, Pintarryth scrambles in, careful of wings and tail.
On the sands, Ilare grins at G'deon, before turning her attention to Pae and Lorsalia, meat chunks offered to all. "She's a very fine green. Congratulations." Its a new dragon. Brat or no, the green is a good thing. More competition for Sasha! Haha!
On the sands, Khory didn't mean to push Ner forward, but what else was he supposed to do? Grinning rather wryly at the other candidate, the older man offers a shy, "Sorry.. Hehe.." as well as one of his more spectacular blushes. Face is now very red, with the heat, the embarassement, and the nerves all working against him. Well, at least he doesn't dissapear on the sands anymore. Like a big beacon, just shining his pink-hazed light for everyone to see.
On the sands, Dastardly Blue-Cloaked Caricature Villain Dragonet growls lowly, feral eyes shining as brightly as any bloody jewel. The talon is dislodged from his sail, a momentary pause spent to inspect the appendage to make sure there is no damage. He must look his best, after all! With that, both wings are picked up off his back, egg-goo causing them to stick where they just shouldn't. How uncooth. Perhaps he should preen? But no, there is that hunger. Devil in a Blue Dress is regarded for only a spare moment before this devious dragon lifts his muzzle to the sky and creels. Yes. Hatchings are noisy: He is the reason.
On the sands, Tatia arcs a brow toward R'ave, grinning. "You have /met/ Vesp, haven't you?" she questions good-naturedly. Seems the hatching's doing good things for her mood. Tat's not getting nostalgic, is she? Nah.. course not.
Ragnar waves to Athansia and pulls her down in a seat beside him. "Hay sexy, you missed Mechelle get Blue." Ragnar looks down longingly at the blue and Chelle.
On the sands, Sora nodnodnods rapidly. "Vesp's cute. And evil. But she's only evil when she's proddy." A sage, sage nod.
Athansia sits next to Ragnar. "A great! I knew she would impress." Smiles at Ragnar before turning her attention to the sands
On the sands, Borrowed Trouble Dragonet meanders around the group of candidates, skirting them with wary fascination - occasionally skippeting over to tease one, tugging at his robe, and then all of a sudden using the tip of his tail to tickle the neck of another, tapping her on the shoulder before flicking away. His eyes just gleam with mischief as if to say <<Ha! Made you jump!>>Before either candidate can react he dodges away from their vainly hopeful and eager grasp...
On the sands, Xaner snickers a bit at Khory. "Awww, you're all blushy again." Gigglesnicker, maniacle laughter. Bwaha..*coughhackcchoke* Ack! Hot feet are noticed again. Hoppy!
On the sands, "They can maul me more," Rowann whispers back to Surupa as she turns around tohide behind Surupa again. "That egg popped, I know. Soo... you can look at it now. And hide me, please."
On the sands, Devil In A Blue Dress Dragonet ignores the other dragonets around her. She is, after all, better than them. Comments about her darkness and scariness and ignored as well. They just don't appreciate her. She stalks down the row of candidates. She pauses here and there, to examine one with her coldly impassive gaze. No, no, no. None of these candidates are right. Devil in a Blue Dress Dragonet has Class and Style. Not just /any/ candidate will do.
On the sands, "Evil is different from scary," R'ave comments wisely toward Tatia, nodding at Sora. And he would know. Really.
On the sands, Hiza blinks, reminded by the sound of her name. "Tatia?" Head turns, briefly, and she beams, as if she wasn't, "Issryuith... Isn't she gorgeous? Does Vespurath like her? I love her." Eyes turn out to the Sands for a moment, "I.. can't believe this. I'm awake, right?" She looks to her dragon and grins. "Of course I believe in you. I can hear you, can't I?" A short snort and Issryuith continues to eat, almost dainty in her gobbling. Or not.
On the sands, Marianne gulps slightly, steadying herself as she smiles weakly down at Hynolonie. "Sorry 'bout that..." Yes. Falling on the sands wouldn't be a very good idea, would it? The dragonets are watched intently, and then her gaze sweeps over the rest of the candidate lot. "Mm..." Face taking on a rather sickly-looking pallor, she starts to hum softly again. Almost over, almost over...
Gabriella watches the sands with admeration. Her green eyes glittering as she watches all the candis and dragons.
Chante spies geraint, then rushes over to him and grabs his hands, twirling around, "Mechelle impressed! She impressed!" okkk, she's a little hyper today.
On the sands, Chelle steers Rhajath over to stand beside Phea, er Pae, and her dragonet, "Looks like we'll be staying around here a lot longer than we thought, huh?" she grins, still handing raw meat to Rhajath's gaping mouth. "Ugh...I'll just be glad when we don't have to do /this/ any more....Yes, Rhajath, you're not any trouble at all..." Mmmmhm. We'll see about that!
On the gallery ledges, Dhiammarath lowers one iridescent, pale forearm, allowing Hannah to scamper up and grab ahold of her neck. With a slight lunge, Hannah finally settles herself between white-gold neckridges.
On the gallery ledges, Dhiammarath is all but plucked from the ledge by the Sands' thermals.
On the sands, Loren bounces. It's the same as the Candidate Dance, really it is, with a little extra oomph for extra wow-my-feet-aren't-burning time. "She's /big/." Blink. "She's big, too." Lo' flaps a hand at no one in particular. "See? She's big. And ..." Waryeye. "She's looking at everyone." Looking at people = snacktime. Thus is Lo's Grand Lesson from this Candidacy.
On the sands, Pyrene eyes the green and pokes Zi'n. "That's Orbyth's influence," she decides.
On the sands, Tatia simply grins, falling into silence as she moves toward Hiza a bit. "Issssryuith?" she questions, stumbling over the 's's a bit before pausing, an easy smiling crossing her features at some comment from Vespurath. "Gorgeous name, too. Oh, Vesp says most definately. She's green, and green is good." The grin breaks into an even broader smile as the greenrider plants herself next to Hiza. "Welcome to the ranks, Hi'. Be sure to give Sora a hard time, eh?"
On the sands, Yajisarath struggles to chew the meat, giving her Lorsalia a dragonet-glare as she does so. It's unfair. Swallowing it whole gets it to her stomach so much more quickly. The rider rolls her eyes, instructing. "If you chew it, you taste it and you feel more full, okay? You can't overeat. That's bad. We have to make sure we're skinny and cute."
On the sands, Hynolonie laughs and sighs at the same time and just stares "Well, if we fell, we'd definately get trampled." She nods sagely and stares across the sands again. Dragonetts every where. Was one going to take Marianne away from her? She's really fall down then. That's what candidates were good for, really, holding future riders up while they were on the sands.
On the sands, Khory simply shrugs. "It's hot," is his poor excuse. He follows Ner's dancing steps, however, jumping back and forth some more. He must look like one large puppet out here, with the sands as his master, pulling the strings that make him move.
On the sands, Surupa isn't really in much of a mood to argue with Rowann, and she simply pouts. "Fine, let me end up in bloody pile while you can dance all over me." Pause. "No, I don' like that." And so she quickly shuffles back, standing at the candidate's side. "If 'm mauled, /you're/ mauled." Fair is fair, right? But Rupa can never be fair.
On the sands, Pae is stuffing some morsels into Uzasnyth's mouth at the moment, and doesn't realize someone is addressing until she peers upward to watch the other eggs hatch. "Yepyep, Nan-Er-'Chelle! Rhajath is bee-yoo-ti-ful! And isn't Uzasnyth?" Brown doesn't respond, just happily devours food.
Gabriella looks down at the sands, her bright green eyes full of wonder. She hopes one day to be down there impressing.
On the sands, "Mneoth..." Khena says. Over and over again, hardly beliving that he was actually there, gobbling down bits of meat provided by her. "Yes, I feel kinda hungry too," she tells him, glancing at the meat in her hand. Maybe she should have a bit of that herself? "Sorry! I know it's for you! Don't worry, you'll get it all, I can wait...."
On the sands, Dastardly Blue-Cloaked Caricature Villain Dragonet lowers his head, surprise registering upon it for a brief moment. He has voice! <<Haha! I must only use this power to annoy!
On the sands, Borrowed Trouble Dragonet snuffles deeply. For all his playing and teasing, he can't quite get over the feeling that there is something he ought to be doing....finding something he needs....Bellowing hungrily, he sets off across the sands in search...of...of what? Sniff sniff. Sniffffff! Boisterously he shuffles indelicately though the group of candidates, flicking up the hem of one unfortunate's gown as he passes, displaying their underpants for a split second to the massed crowd, before coming to a halt before one interesting looking girl. He stops for a moment whuffling her in consternation....is she the one? Behind him, a candidate is blushing furiously as he struggles to rearrange his flowing white attire. The moment has passed however and Borrowed Trouble Dragonet moves on causing untold disruption in his wake.
On the sands, Dastardly Blue-Cloaked Caricature Villain Dragonet lowers his head, surprise registering upon it for a brief moment. He has voice! <<Haha! I must only use this power to annoy!>> He shouts out, towards all. Yes, let his presence be known! Pay attention to /him/! Wait...There was a voice...such a wonderous voice. It rivals his own in vibrance. Dasterdly rumbles, powerhousing his way towards two young lads.
On the sands, Chelle laughs, nodding her agreement with Pae, "Yes, indeed. They're both wonderful." so noted by a pat on the top of Rha's head. So nanny-like, of course. "Slowly, slowly...That's it. Chew /then/ swallow. Watch yours, too, Pae...Uzasnyth? He's wonderful!"
On the sands, Marianne winces at the word 'trampled', shaking her head slowly at Hynolonie. "We're not going to get trampled... just have to keep alert." Surupa gets a slightly disapproving look, the mentions of mauling definitely making her stomach turn a bit. "It's going to be fine. Don't worry about a thing..." And while she's comforting the younger girl, her own nervousness melts away slightly.
On the sands, Devil In A Blue Dress Dragonet pauses. There is a discarded egg shell in her way. Some inconsiderate dragonet left their /eggshell/ in Her way. Oh well. She tromps forward, crushing the remaining bits of shell under her feet. Nothing must stand in the way of her search to find the perfect lifemate.
On the sands, Rowann shakes her head, clincing to Suruap's shoulder again. Hop. "If you're mauled, I'll run away." Simple as that.
Magen straightens up, stretching her body. The heat was getting unbearable. "The hatching has slowed down. And there are still candidates and eggs. Noticing the visitors leaving, and a few late comers arriving.
On the sands, Loren peers over Aeris' shoulder. "She's crunchy." Or is that the eggs?" Dastardly dragonet gets a very wary glance, Lo' peering from him to the green. "Definately Cadgwith's clutch." No offense, of course. Ahem.
On the sands, Hiza comments, "Green is perfect, Tatia." No comment about Sora, as Hiliza finally takes a moment to look over everyone else's dragons. "They're so nice. But, no.. no.. Issryuith, you're the best. Of course, of course." Hiza's eyes close every time Issryuith speaks to her, and a smiler often flickers across her face.
On the sands, Xaner is gonna fall over if all of this hopping continues. He tries to hold still. Like that's gonna last long? Riiiiight. "Owwwww." Hophop. "Khooooooooory, remind me to wear sandals next time!"
On the sands, G'deon jumps slightly to avoid a rushing weyrlingmaster assistant... can't get his leathers messy y'know. "This is just fantastic!" he comments for the hundreth time that day. "Congratulations, everyone, keep up the good work." He glances out towards the sands for a long moment, standing on tip toe to see everything. "My... this is going quickly!"
On the sands, Surupa looks over at Marianne and gives a whine, glancing towards those that Impressed and those that are left. "They can still maul us, there's always /someone/ that gets mauled." And Rowann's arm is clinged to, since Rupa isn't going to allow another sand-buddy to go away. "You won't have time to run. You run, an' the dragons chase you down... Like a ferret." Well, perhaps her ferrets were the only ones like that.
On the sands, Devil In A Blue Dress Dragonet slows, then stops. There. Could she be the one? Yes, yes. She'll do perfectly. In two big, stalking steps, she pushes past a clutch-sibling to stand at the feet of a girl-candidate. Perfect. Her search has ended. Taking in the purple hair, and bright eyes, her malevolent gaze falls upon Loren, her chosen. Her puppet.
On the sands, "Of course he's wonderful! He's my Uzi!" Phea brags carelessly, observing the brown inhale the meat she supplies. "Er.. Rhajath is wonderful, too, though! And so are you, Nan-Er-Mechelle!"
On the sands, "Of course it is," Tatia replies, though she only offers that short comment before she grins and moves away, tossing a short 'congrats' over her shoulder. After all, the girl has a new lifemate to bond with. And Tat has Sora and R'ave to bug, right? She slides between the two, grinning. "Hiza's is a beaut," she offers.
On the sands, Devil In A Blue Dress Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Loren, and steps forward.
On the sands, "Then I will be chased.. But I can run fast. So the dragons won't get me." Rowann is satisfied with that. For a moment. .."Hey. Did you call me a ferret?"
On the sands, "Next time?" Khory nearly shouts. "If this ever happens again to us, trust me, I'll make sure to do more than remind you to bring sandals.." He'll remind him to think twice before getting out on these sharding sands in the first place! Finally, he just digs his sore feet into the sands and lets them bake. What's the use? "Just make sure you carry me off afterwards, K?" Hmm, maybe it'd be a Good Thing (tm) if he impresses, 'cause there's no way he'll be able to go back to being a Message Runner with feet like these!
On the sands, Nuclear War Egg quivers in place, energy building within, looking for outlet. Stress and pressure inside the shell grow, seeking for a way out.
On the sands, Sora /squeals/. "/Loreeeeeeeennn/!!!!" HappyHappy. The bluerider prances. "Oh, /Lah/!"
On the sands, "Alert.. Yes.. Really.. Alert. LOREN!!" Hynolonie grins and tugs on Marianne's arm again as she waves to Loren who probably isn't looking. "CONGRATS!!" Lonie turns back to the eggs and stares at them again, hey.. look. more hatching. "I'll try and stay alert, Marianne.. you try and stay standing?"
On the sands, Xaner continues to hop. He's not gonna bar-be-q his feet! That's...crazy! Khory is definately crazy now. But the Ner snickers all evil-like. "Oooh! Of course I'll carry you, Khoooory."
On the sands, Borrowed Trouble Dragonet hops happily as the heat of the sand permeates his newly-hatched feet. A little hop here and whoops! A trip there! Better be more careful, might fall over one of those funny white things standing around. Then, double-take. Funny white things? A harder stare rewards him with a flare of recognition and his teal infused hide shivers with a sudden unknown pleasure. Then, amongst the others, he spies a candidate like no other. All the other white clad creatures are forgotten as he homes in on one, sniffing and then beginning to creel impatiently, butting the ex-messenger with his head, hungry for some food, hungry for a companion..hungry for his Khory.
On the sands, Borrowed Trouble Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Khory, and steps forward.
On the sands, Pyrene gives a startled cry. "Loren? Loren Impressed?" A little leap comes from the goldrider. She stood with Loren. Loren deserves to Impress. Of course, in Pyrene's oh-so-humble opinion, Loren deserves to Impress a pretty brown dragon not some frightening green one.
On the sands, Surupa gives Rowann a poke as she points over towards one Impression that she just realized. "Look! Loren!! She's /gone/!" They're leaving them to the sands and to be eaten by a hungry Cadge, of course. She crouches low, not caring much to argue about running away from dragonets. Oh no.. "No, not Khory as well!"
On the sands, Marianne purses her lips, shifting her weight from one foot to the other -- even with sandals, seems her feet are feeling the burn. "Ooh! Loren! Terrific!" Hynolonie gets a grin, her head bobbing quickly. "I'm certainly not going to go and lay down /now/... not yet, at least." And as Khory's chosen, next, she grins again. "Congratulations! Terrific!"
On the gallery ledges, Yla ducks to avoid getting hit as Castaliath flips her wings out of the way and extends a foreleg, before she grips the straps and scrabbles up.
On the sands, "Issy.. Issy-what was it?" R'ave pays little attention to anything, as his eyes are going ever which-way. But he pauses on Loren, as he has been. But wait. That scary one is in front of her. Oh.. crikey. "Loreeeeeeeeen! Sora! Loren Impressed! She did, did you see it?" Bronzer prances with the bluerider, looking kind of.. well, stupid. But happy.
On the sands, Sasha leaps in the air "Wheeeee! Khory-babes! You did it!!!!!! congratulations!"
On the sands, Pae idly patpats Uzasnyth, beaming down at the dragonet before casting it upon Loren. "LO'! Yay! Yayayayay, Lo'! And KHORY! Khory, Khory! Yaaay!" She would dance, but.. well, Uzi doesn't want her to.
On the sands, Hiza blinks, since she's finally paying attention to the Impressions, "Lor-Loren!!! Oh! OH! R'ave, look look, Lo' Impressed!" Which should make the bronzer happy, right? Right? Right. "An' Khoooory! Khory!" Eyes close, and open again, and Hiliza says, "They're my friends, Iss. And your clutch siblings.. so that good. Of course it's good." Beam.
On the sands, Cherished Spinning Top Egg starts twirling now, fatser and faster and digging ever-so-deeply into the sand. Spin, egg, spin.
On the sands, Rowann clings to Surupa, despite the poke. "No! They.. Impressed." Cling. Dependency kick. "You better not Impress, Rupa. Or else I will... do.. something." That involves standing by herself.
On the sands, Murrough switches his footing, looking up quickly to see Khory impress. "Khory!" he cheers with the rest. A smile alights on his face as more candidates are joined with their lifemates.
On the sands, Dastardly Blue-Cloaked Caricature Villain Dragonet stealthily skirts around the candidates, weighing them up, deciding on his next move, watching them with shifty eyes. Now if only he can find somebody .. A henchman thats what he needssomeone to depend onto hatch plots with as well as eggsGunmetal tail switches anxiously in the direction of the sea of white, and then an evil smirk begins to slowly spread across his youthful draconic jaws. Teasingly he noses at a girl.hmmm. Could she be useful to him? Is she of the caliber he would expect from his associate? With a scornful blast of air from his nostrils, the girl is dismissedtoo prettytoo nervoushe needs someone with audacitywith flare and imagination.someone who might dare to defy authority in order to achieve his bronzen aims for him. << Ah.>> There. No doubt. But..wait..wheres that other dragon going? Back off! -HIS-! As borrowed dragon heads towards Khory, Dastardly dashes towards the group. Once there, a growl crossing his lips, he sniffs Unmistakable! The scent of hard work and sweat. Only one would do; only this One was for him! With his head lifted high in what would appear to be a mad demonic cackle, the bronze dragonet curls his tail possessively around Xaner.
On the sands, Dastardly Blue-Cloaked Caricature Villain Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Xaner, and steps forward.
On the gallery ledges, L'shil climbs up to Piccath's neck and wiggles in between two neckridges. It looks like a tight squeeze....
On the gallery ledges, Piccath is all but plucked from the ledge by the Sands' thermals.
On the sands, T'am looks up at the new Impressees, though simultaneously scritching in that one spot Farleth says itches, and still trying to feed him bits as his hunger disapates. "Khory! Xaner!" he waves, though he knows they won't notice.
On the sands, Chelle continues patting Rhajath's head, nodding as each weyrling and new dragonet gets a glance, then the ones still On the sands, then...Oops. More meat is needed. "Sorry Rha. No, I wasn't trying to ignore you..." Okay, time to turn attention to the only thing that really matters in her mind now, right?
On the sands, Khory is about to continue his rant about the sands, when suddenly, a certain dragonet pushes into him. "Hey!" he states, and finally falls into the sands. Blink. Blink. And then, of course, blush. "His.. his name is Zylpheth," the blond man whispers.
On the sands, Lorsalia looks for Loren, bouncing and squealing. "Oh, you Impressed too! How wonderful. You and me and Yajisarath and Essie...I'm so glad." Emotions run strong in the ex-brat-candie and she wraps her arms around her little 'Jisarath tightly, then releasing in a hurry when the green gives her a decided << Let go. I'm eating. >> and an evil look.
On the sands, Kh'ryn reaches out to pat Zylph on the head... "Yes, yes.. Exploring.. Sure.. But let's eat first, ok?" Because suddenly, feet don't really bother him all that much anymore... though he is /starving!/
On the sands, Loe pauses, stares, blinks -- she's quite content with her scary green, thank you, Pyrene. Bakerlet peers downwards, nodding dimly. "I ... ah." She's supposed to say something, no? And, with the appropriate mental nudging: "Ayamizureth!" Swoon. Or not. But she and Ayamizureth move in the general direction of all those other weyrlings. Oh. Them. Right. Stare.
On the sands, Surupa can't help but sigh, heaving herself to her feet and glancing towards Khory and Xaner-- or whatever their names might be just now. "They /left/ us. Now that they 'pressed, they'll have all that trouble to go through." Complaining, very nice. "An' how 'm I s'pose to know if I 'press? I doubt it, they just want to /maul/ me. Did you see the look on Phea's dragon?" Shudder.
On the sands, Wurzburg's Romanesque Cathedral Egg twitches once again, more violently. It's time! Just watch... wait for it...
On the sands, Wurzburg's Romanesque Cathedral Egg gives a shimmering jitter, the peaceful hues cascading with myriad cracks as to that of cracked glass. The one contained within will not tolerate it anymore, even more slivers of spinner-like quality shred over the outermost shell. Slowly, delicately, piece by piece of the tranqual colours fall to the sand-- shunned. A great shudder befalls the comforting scene displayed and then silence falls. A moment... two before like an eruption, pieces are flung away from the glistening creature that rights itself from its prison, resentful of the shell that now lies broken and shattered. Borrowed Love Dragonet trods upon the pieces; away from once a beautiful 'scape.
On the sands, Borrowed Love Dragonet
On the sands, Mysterious shadows of dark and light burgeon smoothly over the
lithe dips and curves that comprise this dragon. Azure spreads a deep blush
alongst the full frame, dipping into darker aspects of the spectrum at paws
and tail. A river of ebony laquer, profound in its depth, enrobes delicate toes
and spear'd tailtip. Silverine splashes dance gaily down the streamlined ridges,
away from the finely tapered head, oft held high in defiant pride. Chiseled
features exhibit an unconscious poise and breeding, synonymous usually with
royal blood. Wings hold the fragile look of his kind, with surprising grace
and power manifested in the stretch of wildly mixed hues of indigo and hyacinth.
Slender frame has simple lines which somehow radiate an elegant sophistication,
shown to best advantage, with fluid ease, each time motion is called for.
On the sands, Cerdith finally sated, Reiko steals a look across the Sands. Belatedly. A twisted smile curls her lips as she picks out the new 'riders - her clutchmates! - one after another.
On the sands, "Khory? Khor Impressed?" Khene looks up just in time to see him and his dragonet come toward her. But on for a moment as Mneoth stealt her attention away. "What? You're not sure you /like/ this?" But he's hungry, right? He /had/ to eat. Even if he didn't like it. "Just eat it, Mneoth...."
On the sands, X'ner acks! That one's taking Khory away from him! How ultimately ruuuude. Huff. Well fine. He'll just stand here and..ack?! There's a tail. A tail..attached to a body. A body attached to a head. A head with eyes! Eyes...looking at him? Ack again! Blink..flop! The Ner drops down slightly, fingers shakily brushing along the muzzle of such an..evil..sex-ah..dragon. "Yeah..sure.." He slowly smirks. "Oooooh..I like that idea. Mmhm. Sure!" He looks up, grinning. "He's Nezdarvyth!"
On the sands, Marianne cheers for Xaner excitedly, turning in his direction, before slowly swiveling back to see the Cathedral egg finally hatch... and what a dragonet to come out of it. "He's... exquisite," she murmurs in a moment of jaw-dropped awe. Chills, quivers, and pallor are erased, her attention just focusing on that newly-hatched one, hardly sparing a glance for anyone else.
On the sands, Nuclear War Egg shudders and rumbles ominously, before disintegrating in a sudden, raging explosion that sends shrapnel-like egg shards through the air. Egg goo courses freely, toxic waste pooling into a sticky puddle beneath the seemingly empty remains of the demolished egg. Then from the wreckage, a scythe-like object emerges: a wing claw, then a wing spar, and finally something large and inky ascends, higher, higher, freeing itself from its prison to emerge triumphant. Wings slowly spreading in glory, neck and head thrown back, defined, Screaming Blue Murder Dragonet lets out a shriek of a trumpet, its dark form casting shadows as it shuffles out into this mortal coil.
On the sands, Screaming Blue Murder Dragonet
On the sands, Erebus enrobes this dragon in infernal oblivion, the deepest shades
of brown draping over his body. Like a heavy weight, sepia and loam drag at
the mind, smothering the heart with sheer oppression. Hideous depths of fathomless
ocean wash over leathery hide, intensifying the darkness. Murderously long snout
sweeps back towards faceted eyes rimmed by angular ridges, finishing in a crown
of demonic headknobs. Serpentine neck flows smoothly into a sinuous body, lithe
muscles knotting beneath that oh-so-dark hide. Bolts of electric opal originate
from silver knife-like talons that cap wing bones, snaking across rakish, scraggly
wing sails with malicious intent. Ochre talons, honed to a razor-sharp edge,
extend from long, deft feet that sport popping, cracking tendons. Tapering tail
is whip-thin, creating a sense of fragility - a notion quickly dispelled by
sinuously powerful muscles that run its length.
On the sands, Kh'ryn passes by the stunned Xaner, and heads over with his Zelph to where the food is. Seeing Kin.. err.. Khena there, he smiles and points. "Looks like our deepest secrets did come true after all," he tells her.
Magen smiles down on X'ner. The Paradise candidate impressed a blue. Whispering..."Congratulations!
On the sands, Borrowed Love Dragonet chuffs softly at his egg as he leaves it, stomping most defiantly upon the shells that are scattered at his paws. That done, finely lined head is turned upon those that wish his favours, blinking faintly at them. A step is taken, testing his balance and paws before he strikes off towards a small group, swaggering almost except that trip there. And stumble. He's got it covered, no worries! One candidate is snuffled in passing, but nose is lifted for him. Not good enough...
On the sands, Cherished Spinning Top Egg twirls one last time, the motion blurring its bright hues together. As it comes to a rest, the strain of its lively occupant becomes just a bit too much-the sides start to buckle, the egg collapsing in upon itself. From the gaudy shards, a small blue figure bounds out on shaky legs to rob the world bli-errr, greet the world.
On the sands, Just Borrowing It Dragonet
On the sands, Never has blue looked quite so... blue! Ultramarine, untainted
by shades and nuances of other colors, flows smoothly back from the broad, rounded
muzzle of this dragon and encompasses his entire head. Sharp, searching eyes
spark with deep curiosity, the impression only enhanced by the darker mask pouring
back over headknobs and down across his throatlatch. A short, sleek neck joins
fluidly with a small, slender body, dappled with a motley of stolen colors:
here a swath of cyan, there a bubble of turquoise, with all manner of intense
shades in between. Bars of navy and blue-gray detail the trailing edges of stubby
wings, contrasting with occasional streaks of periwinkle. A similar pattern
decorates his diminutive tail, marking out a brief semblance of order although
it is otherwise absent.
On the sands, Rowann continues clinging. "Yes. Phea's.. Pae's.. dragon is very.. uh." Cling. "Oooh. Look! At that brown! He's.. cool. But you have to stay here, so he's not too cool." Hopdance. Right.
On the sands, Surupa glances towards the War egg, blinking to what suddenly erupts out of it, and she can't help but shrink back for a moment. But that isn't all that is out on the sands, because there is another dragonet and then possibly a few others. Whine. "They're surrounding us, Rowann..." They are a smart clutch of dragons, and are all there to just plan something evil against this young woman. She huddles down, and yet staying there long enough is quite uncomfortable as she leaps back to her feet. "Just don't move... If you stay still, they might not notice." Which means bare with the heat.
On the sands, "Another bluuuuuuue!" Sora warbles happily.
On the sands, Pyrene peers around. "Oh, come on and /Impress/!" she whines, casting impatient looks at the dragons left. "Anybody still got water left? Or wine...?" Wine would be good right now. Cadge is also starting fidget, wings flexing in hope of flight.
On the sands, X'ner nods quickly a few times, taking a few quick breaths. Food. Right. That's importnant. Mmmhm. Almost as important as being eeeevil. He gets up to his feet, still cradling his new lifemate's head. "Come on..yeah, hungry. Me too. Let's goooo!" He kinda...hops off towards where the others have been drifting.
On the sands, Rowann grabs onto Surupa's shoulder again, fingers tightening on it until her knuckles are white. "I can't not move. I'm going to melt. I need water. Rupa, help me." Yes.
On the gallery ledges, Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla blinks rapidly and shakes her head sharply. Ok... I'm back... never left... really...
On the sands, Murrough cheers with the rest as another blue comes out of the shell. Shifting feet again, he moves out of the way as a brown goes by, then finds his favourite spot again to stand.
On the sands, Cerdith swings his head around, eyes watching the others out there still, before turning back to nudge softly at Reiko. More.
On the sands, Sasha beckons over the newest weyrlings and their precious charges. " Plenty of meat for those lovely little babies! Lots of meat....and we cut it up for you! But don't get used to it...in the next seven days you won't remember what it was like not to be up to the armpits in wherry and heardbeast every day!"
On the sands, Marianne swings back one sandaled foot, toe immediately pointed into the sand and then touched to it. Her fascination with the Borrowed Love dragonet is apparent, and so wrapped up in him, she is, that she hardly notices the heat of the sands, or the people in the galleries, or the noise... "Where do you think he's going?" she asks, of no one in particular, head canting to the side.
On the sands, Just Borrowing It Dragonet staggers forward, head shaking as he regains his balance from the dizzy whirlwind of an egg. Once free, talons are planted firmly in the sand, curving downward to grip, and draconic eyes widen just a bit. Just /look/ at this place! So much to see... so many /things/. With a loud, melodious creel, Just Borrowing It Dragonet takes his first step forward, intent on discovering this new world.
On the sands, Chelle ughs as she hears Sasha's words. Can you imagine the QueasyCandie cutting up this stuff? Oh, well...Surely she'll get used to it!
On the sands, Has Lonie been staring all this time? She wrinkles her brow and begins to move again, utterly distracted while the candidates were Impressing. She blinks.. and looks up at Marianne. "Who... who just Impressed? I just.." She shakes her head and stares again, trying not to get so absorbed again.
On the sands, Screaming Blue Murder Dragonet emerges from the ruins of his egg, slithering and slinking out into the world. A soft, disdainful snort issues from dakr nostrils, and he turns slowly, deliberately, to face the line of white. Eyes narrow, and a soft growling sound issues form his throat. This is what he has to work with?
On the sands, Reiko blinks. "Haven't you had enough?" she murmurs, stroking the headknobs lovingly. "All right." She reaches for a bit more meat.
On the sands, Sasha giggles at Chelle's obvious reaction..."Just wait till she hears about purging and mucking out the couches!" she grins slyly at Ilare.
On the sands, "I'm not 'bout to carry you. I can't help." Surupa huffs towards Rowann as she looks from one to the other and then back towards that first one. She sweeps her eyes one way and then the next, making sure that she has all of those sneaking dragonets in her sight. "If you attract one of those dragons 'ere, Rowann, I'm runnin'. I won't stay 'round to get mauled." Whine and she backs away a step, slowly finding that a pair of candidates that are still left are just a few feet in front of her. If only she can hide /right behind/ them.
On the sands, Borrowed Love Dragonet examines another candidate as she steps into his way, forward stride halted rather rudely. Teeth are bared before he steps around her, tail swinging agitatedly behind him. He knows what he wants, but he just has to find it. Another trip over a lump of sand and he comes awfully close to meeting the roasting particals, yet wings flare slightly to catch him. An annoyed creel is given, gaze shifting to mother Cadgwith for laying him in such a spot before he's off again. Where oh where... have to find the one that will complete him.
On the sands, Cristen shifts her feet o nthe sands - Gee these are hot! - and smiles nervously at her fellow Herders otu there on the sands still. Oh my, look at all the draogns. They do seem to be...surroudning them. Curiosuly, the candie glances aroun, feet-shifting.
On the sands, Cadgwith thought it was a very good spot to lay him in. All warm, and lots of candidates around and the cookies are good too.
On the sands, Rowann will hide /right behind/ them first. So there. "You have to help, though. What if they.. trample us?" Sniff. Cling. "I'll be running first, I bet."
On the sands, Cerdith reaches for the meat, the pure inhalation that may have been there once disappearing as he chews on the meat before swallowing it, no nudging for more following.
On the sands, Chelle smiles as Rhajath visibly slows his eating, "Ah, yes...You've had plenty, I'm sure. WOuldn't want you to overeat on your first day out of the shell, you know!" She gives him a last bit of meat and then wipes her hands on a rag before turning to watch the last dragonets break their shells and pick who they'll spend the rest of their lives with.
On the sands, Marianne pries her eyes from dragonet to Hynolonie, shaking her head slowly. "It's so hard to keep up," she explains, a hand going to her hip. "Xaner Impressed, and then Khory, and..." That hand is then gestured out to the rest of the sands, a blank sort of look on her face. Borrowed Love again catches her straying gaze, brow raising slowly, steadily, up on her forehead. "He's certainly sure of himself," she notes, lips twitching upward just the slightest bit.
On the sands, Screaming Blue Murder Dragonet hisses his displeasure, then slinks off, padding quietly, menacingly down the line. Growls are distributed freely, warning off those who come to close as he searches. For those who still move too slowly, the lashing, cracking tail that trails behind rectifies their slowness. He knows what he's doing. He just needs to find his victim.
On the sands, Surupa waggles a finger at Rowann, lurking forward and slipping silently behind the two candidates, even if they really don't seem to mind. Simply clinging to each other and muttering about the dragonets on the sands. "Go run then," she hisses softly, attempting to hide. Hiding is very good, really. If she can only hide until the hatching is over-- which seems to be soon.
On the sands, Just Borrowing It Dragonet starts his quest, beginning with the egg shards at his feet. Carefully, he dips his head to nudge at the shiny bits, pushing them this way and that. Nice, yes.. but to keep? Surely there are more interesting things on the sands. Just Borrowing It Dragonet lifts his head, now moving toward the line of remaining white. Ah.. maybe one of these? He'll just borrow it - promise! One candidate is sniffed at, then another. The second isn't found to be nearly so interesting as her sandals - and the dragonet lowers his head to try a tentative lick to her toes. Mmmm.. good. But not /quite/ what he's looking for.
On the sands, Hynolonie oh's.. and keeps her eyes on the dragonettes. She was really going to have to congradulate them later. really.. They were certainly too distracted now. Or.. was that her that distracted. Ohh.. look that really blue one was licking toes now.
On the sands, Yajisarath begins to look around the sands now that her hunger is nearing satiation. Lorsa-rider was right. Chewing slowly makes it seem like more food. She's such a genius for someone who wanted to take egg shards home. She catches sight of Cadgwith and nudges the enraptured Lorsalia. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure she knows yer the best of the clutch, 'Jisa." She assures. "Afterall, you picked me so you -must- be the best. And you're the prettiest, too."
On the sands, Borrowed Love Dragonet didn't find it a nice place to be hatched. It kept trying to trip him! Mustn't have the candidates think he was clumsy. Clutchsibling Just Borrowing It Dragonet is followed for a moment, candidates left by him studied briefly. No, no, I think not and no. Where was that one? The one he could love above all else? Devoid of sound, he moves slowly as he seeks-- and tries not to trip again.
On the sands, Mneoth's had enough, flaying his nostrils once he slumps his head down on Khena's lap, the former guard, smiling as she runs her hand up and down the brown's neck. "Finally had enough, eh?" she mutters, leaning down to wrap her arms around her newfound lifemate. "We'll never part," she whispers into the hide of his neck, her check against the warmness of the brown. Who cared if he was still covered in egg-goo?
On the sands, Just Borrowing It Dragonet moves on down the line, sniffing at this and that and this and... wait. /This!/ /This/ one is his... and he's not giving it back. No matter what they say. His eyes turn to Cristen in entreaty, whirling slowly. A particularly shiny egg shard is nudged toward the herder - an offering - and his voice rises in another creel. His.
On the sands, Just Borrowing It Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Cristen, and steps forward.
On the sands, Rowann backs away. Slowly. "Well.. I will." Soon. Whenever she feels like it. Uh-huh. "Faranth, btu that brown one is /scary/." A pause. "Criiiisten!"
On the sands, Zylpheth continues to head butt his new lifemate, letting him know just how super hyper happy he is to see him, and how hungry he is too. Kh'ryn, meanwhile, tries to feed the blue as fast as he can, but it's kinda hard.. when the mouth doesn't want to stay still. "Is there a trick to this?" he finally asks G'deon.
On the sands, Pyrene ohs. "And Cristen. Right... that's it right?" She looks hopefully around. "Do we have to wait for the last two?" Would it look bad if she left now?
On the sands, Issryuith finishes eating the food and moves closer to her rider, snuggling Hiza's side. Eyes close on the rider, and then another grin spreads, as she whispers, "Yes, it is nice being here next to you, isn't it?" The tone of her voice lilts up, and she cheers, "Cristen! Ten!" A look to the dragonet, "It's all her fault, you know, luring me into going home and then I had to help Pyrene and I got Searched and here I am..."
On the sands, Marianne smiles slightly, reaching for Hynolonie's hand once more and giving it a slight squeeze. Her focus, her concentration, remains Borrowed Love, but she is at least slightly conscious beyond that curious fascination... "Cristen! Terrific!" she calls, gulping down the rising excitement as best as intangible things can be... gulped.
On the sands, Cristen meeps, taking a step back as the Screaming Blue Murder hatchling prowls around, cracking his tail and jsut looking generaly scary. "Oh," she whispers, looking to the other candidates for a little support, uttering a little squeak as the borrwing dragonet barrows /her/! Smiling with bright eyes, she cuddles her new mate, "His name's Qelketh!"
On the sands, G'deon laughs softly at Kh'ryn and shrugs. "He'll tell you. Don't worry about it." Aww... encouraging, warm, fuzzy thoughts.
On the sands, T'am strokes his lifemate's head as the bronze goes from hungry to sleepy without any warning whatsoever. "What? Tired already? But the party is just beginning?" Farleth just whuffles and buries his head in T'am's lap.
On the sands, Cayl finally wakes up as she notices...Wait, Xaner is now someone else and he's got this bronze...very large...creature tagging along with him. "Xaner!!" She calls out. Sure, he could have shortened his name to X'ner, but she wouldn't know. She hadn't been paying attention. Good thing is, she has her boots actually on now, and her cloths buttoned up. Yes, that's already good.
On the sands, Screaming Blue Murder Dragonet spots a pair of likely-looking figures, clinging to each other and acting scared. Fear is fun. He stalks, he skims just above the sand, picking up speed as he approaches the two. But as he grows closer, a dilemma arises--which to go after?
On the sands, Ayamizureth chews on thinks, not looking decidedly intrigued with anyone else; Loe's crouched next to her, peering around blankly and replacing meat at the appropriate intervals -- she's still a little stunned, see. Right.
On the sands, Surupa whimpers as she watches Cristen Impress, a fellow Herder, and sniffs softly in her little hiding spot. "There goes 'nother one." and then Rowann is eyed. "That's a better reason to /hide/, there's more room 'ere!" See, another candidate grouped up with the other two left, though he does shoot Rupa a quick look, who appears ridiculous crouching low and close to the candidates, with her feet shuffling slowly.
On the sands, Sasha's hands are clapped together loudly! "Well done Cristen! Bring that loverly draggie over here...there is lots of meat for you to feeed him!"
On the sands, Eee. "Eee." Cling. "That thing! That brown! He's stalking us, Surupa!" And here she is, armed with only a robe and sandals and Rupa. "Help me, please?" (Rowann)
On the sands, Chelle is almost dragged down by the heavy dragonet head that rests on her shoulder.. "Rhajath, you're going to have to..." she sits down rather hard and blue head settles onto her lap. See? All comfy now!
On the sands, Hynolonie nods to Marianne then manages a good shout towards Cristen. "CONGRATS CRISTEN!" She sounds distracted this time, eyeing the hatchlings.. and the eggshells and well, every thing but the humans on the sands.
On the sands, X'ner quite busily goes about the..business, of feeding Nez, rolling his eyes every few minutes. "No. No you can't. Just eeeeeat it!" He clamps his arms around dragon jaws. "Keep the food in your /mouth/! You can spit it at people later!" Someone's calling? Blink? He turns a little bit and just..grins at Cayl, waving his fingers. Hello there!
On the sands, Qelketh nudges Cristen with his nose, Hungry. Now. Food will not be barrowed...The ex-Herder stumbles off the sands, walking over to where the other new weyrlings are. "Oh, food? My you /are/ hungry..." She coments and begins to feed her lifemate, smiling to crack an egg. "Chew.."
Magen stands up to stretch. Walking along the railing towards the exit...
On the sands, Surupa would rather sacrifice poor Rowann, that's how bad she is, and gives the brown a cowarding look. "Take her!" And here she puts her hands on her head and peers at the brown with amber eyes. "If we don' move, he'll go 'way." How very pleasant of Rupa acting this way, scared and all in front of the crowds.
On the sands, Borrowed Love Dragonet is getting annoyed to judge by the deep grumblings that can be heard, wings jerking slightly along his back and tail dragged through the sand. He must find that one... but where do they hide from him? It wasn't nice. Stomping past an oogling group of boys, he stops. Head lifts, peering at two girls. A step forward, muzzle trust out slightly towards one that loves song... and was a woman yet still held the promise of a child. The one that will help him fly. There was no hesitation... is none. He strides along the sands with surety and comes to stop before the one that will be his and his alone. No one else better touch... Marianne.
On the sands, Borrowed Love Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Marianne, and steps forward.
On the sands, Kh'ryn grins. "That's what I thought.." he replies, though it's hard to concentrate with so much.. Noise in his head. Welcomed noise, mind you.. The blond can.. er.. weyrling turns again back to Zelph. "You know, that's true.." Another piece of meat actually lands into the blue's mouth. "No no... Chew it first.." Eyes widen then at the message delivered to him, and blond man blushes. "Uh.. I don't think so.." he replies, though he's beginning to grin.
On the sands, Rowann shakes her head, backing up toward Surupa. "No! Take.. Rupa!" Yes. Take the herder. "Mari! But still.. Take Rupa!" SHe wants to stay alive, thankyouverymuch. "You're moving, Rupa. So he's going to eat you!"
On the sands, Screaming Blue Murder Dragonet makes his decision as he draws near enough to get a good look. All trace of slow deliberation vanishes in a blink, and he's on the two candidates, strking, coiling, wrapping around the one he has picked. His tail tightens around Surupa, and the menace in his eyes softens for a moment as he recognizes his victim. She is his.
On the sands, Lorsalia glances at X'ner when instructed and nods to her green lifemate. "I know. He's really crazy. And so is Pae. When you get older, be careful to not let them chase you, okay? But Kh'ryn is nice." She instructs, glancing back at the sands for Squaln. He hasn't Impressed yet? Such a pity! Yajisarath nudges her rider again and the girl continues explaining. "Now, P'rru and Dsalth are really great. You make sure you're nice to Dsalth, okay? And Chanticoth and Druseth. They're nice dragons, even if they are all big browns."
On the sands, Screaming Blue Murder Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Surupa, and steps forward.
On the gallery ledges, N'ano clambers up Bydelth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.
On the sands, Hynolonie merps and backs away.. this was the second time.. Hynolonie can't help but laugh. She grins and steps away, holding her stomache and laughing at the whole thing. "Congrates Marianne!" She turns just in time to see Surupa Impress as well and grins hopping and waving. "HURRAY! SURUPA!!!" She grins and looks about again. "Its.. over.. Isn't it?"
On the sands, Pyrene lets out a bright chirp. "We're finished!" And Zi'n's arm promptly gets possession taken of it. "To the Living Caverns!" And food. Refreshements. Mmm. Oh, and congrats to the candidates.
On the sands, Hiza echos Rowann's thoughts, and she erupts into joy, "'Uuuuuuuuuuuuppaaaa!!" Bounce, bounce. "Oh, oh, oh! Surupa! Look, Iss, Surupa Impressed and he's nify. No, no, of course not." The green croons, and Hiza asks, "Tired? Well, hatching took a lot of your energy, didn't it? You poor thing. I'm tireed toooo." And Hiza stiffles a yawn. She's tired but shes excited.
On the sands, Rianne's breath catches in her throat one final time, her eyes growing wide with a touch of admiration, a whole lot of adoration, and absolute happiness. "Hynolonie?" she whispers, squeezing the girl's hand again. "He spoke to me." Finally, she breaks away, stepping towards the blue. "And I love you, Kearneth. Now let's get you some food..." And with that, the pair move to the side.
On the sands, Cadgwith noses the shells happily. All hatched. All Impressed. All good. And she can go now. Have her own food--although probably not in the living caverns.
On the sands, "Oh thank goodness." She could say something worse, but she's only relieved for it all to be over. And what, Rupa and Mari had impressed? Oh dear.. "Looks like you guys are stuck with me now!" Should she cackle? HEhee.
On the sands, Sua cowers and fear and... blink. "What?" She squeaks, looking up towards the brown who seems to have softened his expression, and she can't help but blink again. "Skeseth?" And another blink. "Yes, of course I will come with you, Skeseth!" And look, she has tears! She clings to the dark brown, though mostly ignoring the fact that she was terribly frightened of him before.
Gabriella glances to Kelana. "Well the impression is over. That was wonderful." A warm smile on her face and a strange twinkle in her eyes. "I can't wait till the search at Ista now!"
On the gallery ledges, Sakuruth extends one leg to assist Quara in mounting him before she settles comfortable between two large neckridges.
On the sands, Rowann lets out a screech as the brown comes her way.. and wraps around Surupa. "Nooo!" Run. And now.. she makes a mad dash for Awayfulness.
On the sands, Shirasuth comps down the last of his meat, hunger finally abated. "Rupa! Mari!" Yells K'nez. Ok, he's forgettign, people, but he looked up in time to see those two. Idly, he notecied al lthe new Weyrlings around him. Oh, hello...Shir picks his head up, glances, and curls up again.
On the sands, Lorsalia leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.
On the sands, Hynolonie stands there with tears in her eyes as Marianne.. no Rianne said goodbye. Awww.. Wasn't that sweet. She wasn't forgotten, but she would miss seeing Rianne around the hall .. oh well. She just stands there again before wandering over to some of the left over egg shells, looking for something to take home. They were so colorful, weren't they?
On the sands, "Yaaaay! Everyone can go home now." Sora beams happily, but has been abandoned and so sniffles slightly. "Where'd everyone go?"
Kelana grins. "I can't either!" She takes a last glance at the rapidly emptying Sands and sighs happily.
On the sands, Sora leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Cerdith leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Cerdith leads Reiko out.
On the sands, Yajisarath leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling
Barracks and a new life.
On the sands, Kh'ryn leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Cayl leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the gallery ledges, Sakuruth is all but plucked from the ledge by the Sands'
thermals.
On the sands, R'sli escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Hiza leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Loe leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, X'ner leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Pae leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the gallery ledges, Castaliath is all but plucked from the ledge by the Sands' thermals.
On the sands, Nezdarvyth leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.
On the gallery ledges, Grabbing hold of the straps, Khaye pulls herself onto Itazurath's neck and settles between cedar 'ridges.
On the sands, Chelle leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Ayamizureth leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling
Barracks and a new life.
On the sands, Issryuith leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling
Barracks and a new life.
On the gallery ledges, Itazurath is all but plucked from the ledge by the Sands' thermals.
On the sands, Mneoth leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Khena leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Rhajath leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, T'am escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, G'deon wipes his hands slowly while leaning against the stone wall with a thud. "Fantastic," he mumbles once more, only now realizing the heat. He glances up at the galleries, the dragon-filled ledges, and lifts a hand, waving to them all. There's no way they could hear him from now anyway, dry as his mouth is.
On the sands, Uzasnyth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
Gabriella sits up so she is no longer on her stomache. "Well not what shall we do?" Watches everyone leave the Hatching sands before glancing up at Kelana again
On the sands, Pyrene escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Sua leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Skeseth leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Sasha chuckles" well I have to say...that was one of the most eventful ones I've seen!"
On the sands, T'am moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.
On the sands, T'am leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.
On the sands, Kearneth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
On the sands, Kearneth leads Rianne out.
On the sands, Sasha leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
On the sands, Zylpheth leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks
and a new life.
MOO Time: 2001-07-29 14:13:32
Internet Time: @795 beats
And on Pern ...
The time is 08:05.
It is midmorning of the eighth day of summer.
It is the twenty-eighth Turn of the Tenth Pass.
It is a summer sunrise. The sky begins its transformation from darkest blue
in the west, to a fair golden pink in the east as the sun paints the sky.
[End of log]