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5th of March, 2001
Logfile from G'deon

Ledge
So many ledges, so few Hatchings. Ledges both wide and narrow cut shallow perches the length and height of the cavern: some short and crowded, others broad and deep and wide. It doesn't matter, for each offers a distinctive view of the caverns below, the sands that fill it, and the clutch -- should there be one -- somewhere beneath those heated grains of earth.
Near the galleries the ledges are most numerous, broad and scarred by countless dragons depositing dignitaries and riders. Smaller ledges and the ocassional well-kept ladder or tricky stone step connect one to the next and so on out around the cavern.
Gliding about is Grimna.
Obvious exits:
Galleries - Fly

You slide gently down Nylanth's neck and land with a soft thud.

Oh look, the galleries are this way -- off we go!

Galleries
Tier and tier of benches rise high in these galleries, encompassing a sweep along a full third of the cavern's wall. Seats worn to slippery-smooth likeness, they are broad enough to offer security -- but each one is also high enough to offer a clear view over those in front. Several lines of rope cordon off this area from the Sands below, and a precariously narrow pathway offers access to the multiple layers of draconic ledges that line the walls.
To view things on the sand, see <help here>.
Perched around the galleries are ten firelizards.
You see Weyrwoman Betting Box here.
Sudanna and Aseai are here.
Obvious exits:
Ledges - Stairs

From the hatching sands, Quarith walks out onto the sands.

Aseai waves a little to Rishandra from her seat

On the ledge, Magnolth lands neatly, and furls his wings.

From the hatching sands, Saria walks out onto the sands.

A slow awakening, as Nevarre uncurls from her dark corner. "People," she notes wearily, blinking bleary green eyes at the arriving crowds. "Ah, and I'd just found some peace and quiet." With the dorms full of betting crowds, the woman's not been able to get a single bit of sleep.

Azia looks around, wondering what she's going to see.

On a slow shuffling pace, Surupa walks up to the galleries with a loud and heavy sigh, back arched before turning towards the others who have assembled. "Khae?" Is said softly, golden optics catching sight of fellow Herder while her lips take on a twitching smile. Though, without heading towards her friend, Rupa simply takes a seat on the bench.

Rodan looks about him in wonder.

From the hatching sands, Saria moves quickly onto the edge of the hot, black sands, the sudden burst of heat a terrible reminder of too many sweaty, horrid days spent here. Watching her lifemate carefully, she keeps a distance, but is there to support and encourage.

Rishandra takes the steps one at a time, red faced, and puffing slightly from the climb all the way from the boat by the docks, certainly not her usuall self in dirt and flour incrusted apron, and wrap around skirt. Though her normal blue-streaked hair is present. Frowning slightly, she notices the wave, and arches an eyebrow, moving towards the woman, namely Aseai. "Yes?"

Nandia glances shyly around, not sure where to sit or what to do. She's never been to a clutching before, and is not sure how to proceed.. perhaps someone she knows will come forward and help her out...

Khrome looks around and takes a seat near Sudanna.

Azia dances over to Nandia. "I've never been to one before either. Could you help me?" the kidlet says, looking up.

Sudanna says, "Hey Khrome.. welcome to a clutching. How is weyr life for you so far?"

Khaelyn is shuffling along, too, but pauses when she hears her name. She cranes her head around and catches a glance of.. "Rupa?" She backsteps, murmuring every few seconds, "'Scuse me.. Pardon me.." Until she's more or less close by Rupa, and takes a seat. "Having fun at Gar?"

On the ledge, Alymath lands neatly, and furls her wings.

Aseai grins. "Just saw a slightly familiar face, though I think it may have been from Slipper. I think that was his egg that Chaos came from...though I don't remember." She shrugs, eyes darting to the weyrwoman, then back to Rish.

On the ledge, Lis tries not to bump 'gainst any sharp joints as she slides down Alymath's forearm.

On the ledge, Lis makes her way carefully down into the galleries.

Azia picks up her feline once again, holding the kitten in cradled arms.

Etain hurries in, doing her best to keep up with Nao and Diane as she plops down near them in the galleries. "any bets for the egg count?" She asks her friend curiously.

From the hatching sands, Quarith raises herself to stand from her previous prone position, stretching her forelimbs around egg-heavy bulk. Carefully, methodically, she begins to dig, mounding sand here and there, creating small hillocks and great valleys in the sparkling volcanic sands, smoothing bits here and there with her tail until all is at the ready. Eyes whirl red as first contractions come upon her.

Tierza says, "Hey Tia... You couldn't sta away either, huh?"

Kyrayna takes a seat near the front, eyes glued to the sands. Heh, this girl may live at the weyr, but that definitly doesn't take the excitement away.

Rodan takes a seat on the end a places his hands in his lap, after a few brief moments of stillness the hands twitch slightly and he begins to fidget in a nervous fashion.

Skylark wanders in, a pestky little bubbly-tummied brown chittering annoyedly in her ear. The Reaches Weyrfolk waves her hand at the brown, shuffling him away to go gossip with some green she recognizes from the Living Caverns of her own home Weyr. "Shardin' flitters.." she mutters. Skylark glances around to see if anyone looks like fair conversation, spotting Etain. Good enough. "Hey!" she calls, reaching out to alert the StarCrafter, "Etain, right?"

From the hatching sands, Sejith glides low, wings half-spread out onto the sands.

Diane blinkblinks and looks for the crowd of Starries, this is one of those times when a person is just so happy to have her height. She giggles as she shrugs to Tai "N'yet, but I'll bet there'll be a few browns and greens," she snickers. She's sure of it, there're always browns and greens right?

"Not much..." Murmurs Surupa, shooting a glance back towards fellow Herder before looking back towards the sands. "Well, I actually can't say 'no'. It is nice there but it is just /not/ the Hall." Amber eyes turn back towards Khaelyn with a crooked glance. "And what might you be doing here, might I ask?"

Having spotted Saria, Nevarre abruptly sits up straighter, running a hand through her hair. "'S'time, then," she observes, skittering down to a spot at the edge of the rope, jostling several others out of the way as she does so. "Good luck, Saria, Quarith," she murmurs softly, smiling at the pair. Friends, both of them.

Naomi slides in, clinging mercilessly to Etain as she makes her way through the galleries. She's partially watching the sands, partially watching the ground she walks upon, but somehow manages to keep from stumbling all the same. "Ah... three? Four?" A weak smile manages to fold her lips as she slides into a seat near the other starcrafter.

Azia settles herself into a seat, watching with unbridled interest, kitten purring like a drill in her arms.

Nandia grins down at the little girl. "Sure kid," she says, smiling pleasantly. She supposes that they should first find a seat somewhere.. "How 'bout over here?" the redhead asks Azia, pointing nearby

From the hatching sands, T'rell slithers down Sejith's shoulder to land with a thump.

Resh skips around a sec and gallops over to Azia. "Hi cootie-girl!" He grins and smirks lightly before he sits down on top of her.

G'deon moves farther and farther over towards the dragon ledges, glancing from his own lifemate to the pair out on the sands, a curious expression on his face. He nods to the few people he knows then chooses a perch.

Tierza says, "Linora!" waves to her starrie friend.. "Come over here and watch. I was the first one here, and have a great seat!"

Squaln slips in, hands in his pockets and eyes intent on everything around him. He spots his fellow Herders and walks over to them, taking a formal seat and watching the golden queen. Silent, he nods his greetings.

Rishandra raises an eyebrow, taken aback despite herself at the womans words. A frown, and a protective hand moves to the small blue crouchedon one shoulder, stroaking him gently, though he cringes and back away from her hand. Sighing, she nods to the woman. "Prehaps, though I don't know how you could know..I found him on a beach, after all....and there are millions of the annoying creatures. I'm glad only one has decided to attatch itself to me..." A roll of the eyes and she sits suddenly, frowning at the apprentice. "Dolphincrafter, eh?"

Azia shrieks. "Cooties?! Me! How dare you!" She tips Resh off into the sand.

Nandia glances at the little boy, and then back to the little girl.. "Um.. are you two related?" she asks..

Lis makes her way awkwardly down the stairs, attempting to keep a young son from actually breaking his neck in the breakneck pace he takes them at, and keeping Cerise from wiggling out of grasp. Trenny trails behind with burbling curiosity - and could that be a flash of raspberry and coppery blue? At any rate, the LisBunch arrives, for better or for worse.

Etain nods a greeting at Nora and waggles her fingers at Skylark, motioning o a nearby spot on the benched. "Yep! And you're skylark, right?" She hopes ot remember the name. Nao gets a personal eyeroll. "I'd say at least 15."

Kellamari walks in quickly after Azia, catching up to the quick kidlet in a moment. "Azia! Don't run off like that," she says, putting her hand on her fosterdaughter's shoulder.

Merra looks a little...green after her ride on Anwyllth, which is odd for a woman who's been on dragons before. "Oh, Faranth, good luck finding a seat..." she mutters to Daeyn. Then, "Wait, there's Lis and her brood, and I think I see, um, G'deon, his name is. Over by one of them, maybe?"

From the hatching sands, Quarith raises her head, mid-contraction, twisting it round and greeting the bronze with a trumpet that resonates throughout the cavernous galleries. She will allow these, it is their right, Sejith's for her sake and T'rell for her beloved's.

Azia hmmphs and holds out her kitten. "Look! I bet you don't have a feline like /me/! I'm special!" the kidlet boasts, keeping a watchful eye for her mother.

Aseai eyes widen as her eyes flicker across the dragon, and she bites her lip. "Oh...my...." She murmurs. Never been to one of these things before. She nods to Rish. "Yeah." She frowns again. "My firelizard seems to think he knows you."

Khaelyn mulls over that for a moment. "Technically, it is a hall.. Just not /the/ Hall." A half-grin steals over her face, though her eyes are glued to the Sands. "And at any rate, I'm here for the same reason as you. Caught a ride from that watchrider." A droll grin of a greeting goes to Squaln, while a murmured, "Any bets on the number of eggs?" to Surupa.

Khrome looks at Danna "Ohh it is pretty good but I really don't know I haven't been here long enough to tell."

From the hatching sands, Quarith 's sunset-touched flanks heave once, twice, then a third time, struggling to bring an egg of complicated -- yet simple -- taste onto the sands. Warm golden-brown gooey-ness spills onto the dark Istan sands, and gradually-melting dots of chocolate shade become apparent. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Egg, meet the oven.

From the hatching sands, Saria moves quietly over to T'rell's side, watching in wonder, as always, as the first egg appears.

Resh snneers at the thought of blood relation. Her?! To me?! Even Elyse's better than her... "No way!" He pokes the girl in the knee. "So what if you have a feline?!/I've/ got a new baby brother so /there/." Resh sticks out his tongue in emphasis and peers over at the dragon.

Skylark seats herself by Etain and the clingy Naomi. A friendly if not endearing smile is given to Naomi, "Hi..

From the hatching sands, Sejith pauses to deposit his rider before he moves toward Quarith, careful not to disturb any of her sculptured undulations in the sand. Eyes whirling, he echoes her greeting with a strong brassy call.

Nandia points to her blue flit. "Well, i do have a firelizard, if that's anything special," she teases.

Surupa rolls back one of her shoulders, carefully slumping down in the seat with a sigh as she looks towards the first arrival of the clutch. "I don't bet at all, you should know that, Khae." Rups turns to glance at the Herder, head tilted to one side and 'brow arched. "Well, at least you are here and I am not 'round by myself."

Azia looks at Resh in shock, then retaliates by sticking her own tongue out. "Well.. /I/ live with Kellamari. I'm a fosterling!" she boasts. "AND I have a brother, too!"

On the ledge, Lyne slides over Magnolth's slimming girth before landing on the ground with a light thud.

From the hatching sands, T'rell nods to Saria as she appears next to him, watching Quarith with equal admiration.

Kellamari looks over at Resh, still keeping a protective hand on Azia's shoulder. "Is that one of your friends, dear?" she asks, steering Azia over to a couple empty seats.

Naomi gapes at Etain, fingers knotting on her lap. ?? Eggs? Can they all fit in there?" She leans forward, looking down onto the sands, and at the gold Quarith. "Ooh... wow. I s'pose they could." Skylark gets a worrisome look, as if somehow paranoid, but it's only to be expected from her. "Uh. Hello. I don't think I know -you-." The first egg appears, and she takes a deep breath in. Ooh dear.

Daeyn seems oblivious to the crowd, though she shrinks back a bit whenever anyone brushes past her. "Stick to the people we know, hmmm?" she inquires. "Not going to risk that we might end up by someone even stranger?" Her shoulders lift in a shrug. "I leave it to you."

Rishandra sniffs at the claim, but nods slowly, eyes traveling to the hatching grounds. Her eyes go wide and then narrow quickly. Nothing very exciting. She's seen it all before. She's an expreienced, knowlegable, egocentric..."Oh!" She blushes at the words and quickly turns to Aseai. "I suppose. It's a preatty color. But I've seen better."

Squaln gapes at the first egg. He claps for it and grins after he gets over the exhilaration of it all. There's a dragonet in there! Who would one day hatch and Impress a candidate. The herder beams. Sometimes he wishes he were to get Searched, but he's content with being a herder for now. Beam.

Azia struggles under her mother's hand. "He is now!" she chirps happily. "Even if he IS a stinky old boy!"

Nandia waves to the departing little girl. Oh well, so much for finding someone to sit with her...

From the hatching sands, Quarith carefully settles her first egg in the sands, mounding and pawing them into place to support it, and turns to Sejith, extending great golden neck and half-unfurling translucent honey wings as she briefly twines her neck against Sejith's before returning to the task at hand by necessity.

Aseai eyes widen a little more at the first egg. "Oh....dear..." She murmurs. "What, the flit, or the egg?" She asks curiously.

G'deon holds out a hand to rub his lifemate's muzzle, though his own blue eyes don't leave the sands. "Such a curious feeling," he mumbles to himself. "It's the first time I've watched since I saw your lovely clutching, Nyls." The bronze bugles a soft response, then falls silent again.

Azia slides back to Resh's seat and hoists herself into one next to him. She's not passing up a shot at some fun 'round here!

From the hatching sands, Saria glances up curiously at T'rell. "I wasn't sure you'd be here. Thought you had sweeps this day, and when she told me it was time, I began to be afraid you might miss it."

Khaelyn sighs in feigned disappointment. "I was hoping you'd changed your mind about betting." Both eyebrows lift upward for a few seconds at the sight of the first egg. "Nice.." she notes mildly, one eye watching the Sands while the other scans the crowd. Any familiar faces there? Absolutely not.

Donis is thudded into an empty seat, Treneere on her other side, and Cerise at last ends up in Lis' lap. The matron snaps and squawks, getting them all into line before peering around distractedly. "Oh! There's Thesy! There's room, if we squeeze," she informs her charges, waving at the bluerider with her arm high over her head.

From the hatching sands, Sejith stands, alert, at Quarith's side, a proud and yet curious bastion of support.

Merra might be about to make some smart-mouthed reply to that, but she spots a certain bluerider. "Thesy! Hey, Thesy!" she yells, waving. "Rage's weyrmate familiar enough for you, Daeyn?"

Kayri trundles malevolently along, clutching something that looks like a stuffed llama (complete with sewn-on fabricdrool) and flopping into the nearest seat up front. "Kayri will watch this.. this.." Pause. "/Thing/.. happen. Yes. Kayri will watch." Because she's.. a happy malevolent kid. Mm-hmm.

Rodan watches the proceedings with excitment in his eyes.

Etain laughs at Nao and shakes her head. "More then three or four at least, love." She offers an arm to her scared fellow appy. "Skylark, Naomi. Naomi, Skylark."

Krysa stares at the sands in amazement. Delighted to be witnessing her first hatching, she contently sits back with her eyes never leaving the Queen and her first egg.

Kellamari exhales through closed teeth, turning on her heel and trotting after her daughter. Sliding into a seat next to her, she looks over at Resh for a moment. Muttering something about /not/ running off to Azia, she lets her aze rest on the Sands.

Rishandra rolls her eyes. "Both. Neither are a very big deal. It's just a firelizard after all.." Hervoice carries a disticntly..well..snotty tone too it, and she frowns at the girls bracelet. "Isn't that an apprentice marking. Shouldn't you be dong something more...productive than sitting watching a dragon hatching?"

Resh beams and waves vigorously the girl's mommy. "Hi! I'm Resh! But I'm /not/ stinky, only she is..." He pokes her feline this time, I wonder if you poke it in the right place, its claws'll poke out.

Thinking to himself, Squaln calculates. He's guessing a good twenty-three eggs will come from this clutch. Perhaps more? The lad watches intently...

From the hatching sands, Quarith furls her wings again, emitting a low croon, a sort of groan that resounds deeply as she is touched by another strong contraction.

From the hatching sands, Quarith smoothes away any trace of imperfection upon the sands with one long sweep of her sunset-touched tail while a swirl of red glows in her eyes -- another egg begins to make its appearance, the midpoint of its long journey reached in a swirl of fudge and cherry as it follows its fellows upon the sands. With a sweet croon, Quarith smoothes sand over her newest offspring: Cherry Garcia Egg.

Sir Didy chitters as he glides from between to perch on teh back of Resh's chair, he finally found the scamp. After looking for a while, the boy's illusive when he wants to be.

Sunbeam , in response, bares her claws and mock-swipes Resh. Hiss. Spit. Puuuuurrrr.

Daeyn grins slightly. "Certainly ... and even the proper kind of insanity." You have to have it, to be attracted to that family. "Hello, Thesy!" she calls over, and then, "shells, little one, just sit on someone's lap ..."

This is Squalns first Hatching he's attended. His pulse quickens and the sheer exhilaration of it all is a natural rush. Still watching the clutching Queen, he grins wider.

Aseai frowns a little at Rish. "Oh." She says, stares at the second egg. "Not at the moment." She offers to the question. "I've finished all the stuff Toxie's set me to at the moment. He said i could come if I finished it."

Thesy comes to a halt at the top of the stairs, her head turning to search the crowd for the familiar voice calling her name. Eventually Merra and Daeyn are spotted and the bluerider weaves her way through the crowded tiers, a soft "I'm sorry." going this way and that. She slips into a vacant seat beside the brownrider, sighing softly, "Shards, what a crowd."

Naomi's gaze manages to search the crowd to pinpoint familiar faces, and she nods to each of them in turn. But, all too soon, her eyes return to Etain and her arm links with the other's. "I guess so... she's big, she can hold 'em." The next egg's arrival is greeted with the same awestruck expression, though she doesn't seem all that comfortable.

Azia eyes Resh. Stinky boys are not to be argued with. Instead, she fusses with her hair, then pets Sunbeam.

Guinevere materializes, shimmering in mid air from ::between::!

From the hatching sands, "We just got back," T'rell tells Saria, stripping off his riding gloves to tuck them into his belt. "I thought he was falling asleep," the rider chuckles softly against the cavern's echoes, "when he demanded we come. How could I refuse?" A grin touches his eyes.

Khaelyn shifts her attention from the Sands and eggs to Squaln, momentarily. "Never seen him look so... un-Squaln-like. Or un-Seif-like," she remarks softly to Surupa. Her knot is toyed withi negligently as she glances around a few more times, hoping to see someone else she knows, but the only new anything that greets her eyes other than people amass is an egg. "Nice," is her repeated comment.

G'deon turns long enough to wave to the others from the High Reaches. He even manages a smile as he loosens his riding shirt slightly at the collar. His attention is again returned to the sands however.

Lis gives up on wooing Thesy to her empty spot, deciding the space a buffer against her toddling rugrats and surly preteen. "That one's yummy, mommy," Donis informs his mother solemnly, receiving a nod in return and an impromptu vocabulary from Trenny, in which he stumbles over the syllables of 'licentious' before the green rider catches her fosterling.

Rishandra sniffs again.  Hmm...it must be that persistant cold.  Yep.  Of course.  She glances down at the eggs and bites her lip.  "Rather large, arn't they.  Of course, I've seen a hatching before, but these are definatly unique..."  She effects a lofty tone of voice, continuing.  "Why the hatchings at Fort had twice as many eggs as this one."  Despite the fact that this isn't even half over.

Resh snorts when the kitty's claws nearly hit /him/. Like pet, like owner. Bleh. "Your feline's ugly.....so there!" He half grins and reaches over behind Azia's head slowly, so as not to be notices and begins to muss up her hair.....

Kellamari absently ruffles Sunbeam's ears, before turning to Resh and giving him a harsh glare that says /don't/. When her face distorts itself back into a nice expression, she asks, "Where are you from, Resh?"

Squaln pokes Khaelyn.  "How many eggs you suppose she'll clutch?" he quips his fellow herder.  The sheer gleam in his eyes is definately un-Squaln-like.  Very odd indeed.  Almost awe stricken so it seems.

Merra grins.  "I never said anyone was vouching for your sanity, brownrider," she replies, rather tongue in cheek.  "And I don't know how some random man would take it if I just plopped down in his lap..."  Rather well, perhaps?  "Hello, Thesy, no Rage today?  Or is he at home with the kids?"  Yes, that's mischief lighting her eyes, folks.  "Aye, it is.  If I'm not careful, I could be trampled..."  Sigh.  Short is -not- fun.

Aseai eyes raise a little at Rish.  She strokes the bronze on her shoulder, who chirps inquiringly at Rish, wondering why this other woman has made his mistress confused.

Azia squeals and swips out a hand, swiping Resh's hair down over his eyes. If there's one thing she can't /stand/, it's having messy hair! "And my kitty is soooooo not ugly. You must've been lookin' in the mirror too long, huh?!"

From the hatching sands, Quarith warbles sweetly at the collection gathered thus far, turning fast-whirling eyes upon her lifemate as queen makes her way gingerly across toward Saria and T'rell, carrying herself like the grand dame she is. Tail held delicately above already-laid offspring, she creates a new impression in the sand with her forepaws, clawing deep into it. She positions herself carefully over the indentation and lids eyes briefly, focusing on the effort as another egg appears, sliding into its place, to be half-covered in warmth by more pawing of loose sands.

Diane has disconnected.

Diane falls asleep.

Guinevere croos , half wondering where the candies are then realizing they arent there.

Daeyn flashes a sympathetic smile to Thesy.  "I hope never to see this many people again ... or at least not for a good long while.  How are the pair of you faring?"  She cocks a brow at Merra.  "Oh, he'd probably enjoy it, I don't doubt.  But he might take it as an invitation."  That said, she turns her eyes to the sands.

Tierza walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Guinevere suddenly disappears ::between::!

Khaelyn lifts a booted foot off the ground for a few seconds to poke Squaln in the leg with it. Her hands are occupied with her knot. "Twenty-some." That's a definite Khae answer -- therefore, it's not so definite. "I think." She blinks at Squaln again, squinting a bit at the lad. "You look... different." Almost normal.

Khrome walks out.

Resh snickers and just tosses his haior back by running his fingers through it once of twice. "Short hari easy to fix. I'm very handsome, unlike /some/ people I know. Like YOU!" He gives Azia's hair a last tug. Muahahahaha!

Squaln grins as Oria, his green flit, chirps in his ear.  She too is also watching the newly laid eggs and her eyes whirl a fast blue-green.  The lad grins and turns his attention back to Khaelyn.  "I do...?"  Odd, indeed.

Azia hisses. "I'm glad /I'm/ not handsome, because that would make me a stinky, cootie-ish /boy/!" She spits out the last word like it's the most awful disease in all Pern. Which it is. Of course.

Nandia calls to Scamp, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Nandia goes home.

Azia pulls out her headband and shakes her head, letting jet-black hair fall back into place. Happy to leave it loose for now, she tucks the band back into her backpack.

Azia opens Backpack.

Azia removes Sweetsticks from Backpack.

Kellamari snickers slightly, beaming down at her daughter. Yes. Turning back to Resh, she repeats herself, over the buzz of conversation. "Resh, where are you from?"

Chaos, from Rishandra's shoulder, creels softly as he sends images to Aseai's flit of Rishandra with wildly red-whirling eyes, hizzing softly.  However, this idea is squashed by Rish's firm hand on his blue tinted muzzle.  "That's quite enough from you.  Now then, at fort, the sands looked much hotter.  Why, they actually sizzled.  I wouldn't be supprised if a few of /their/ dragons were cooked."

From the hatching sands, Saria brushes already sweat-sogged tendrils of hair from her brow and shifts slightly from side-to-side; despite her thick-soled riding boots, the heat is still nearly unbearable down here this close.  She looks up encouragingly at her lifemate as the queen turns to her.  "Yes, they're lovely, Quarilove.  All of them will be," she assures aloud, then glances with a quirky half-smile at T'rell.  "She's so sensitive about them, every time," she adds quietly to the bronzerider.

Schuyler blinks in from ::between::!

"Rage's having a slight fit of migraine, so my sister's looking after them," Thesy seems quite immune to innuendos as she tries to get comfortable in the small space between Daeyn and a rather round holder at her other side. Head is tilted at Anwyllth's rider, "We're doing well, thank you. How's Michel been lately, I haven't seen him for some time. Oh, hello Lis!" A small, rueful smile is cast the greenrider's way for not having her seen earlier.

Azia smiles at Resh, waving the bundle of Sweetsticks. "Would you like one?" she asks politely. Ugh. She even has to be nice to /boys. Ghastly.

Khaelyn barely shrugs -- more of a tightening of her shoulders before she goes back to her half-slouching position. "Maybe," is her only answer to Squaln. "You're... /acting/ different." Civil, even. She squints at him again, trying to place it. "Did you stay up late again last night and wake up too early?" That has to be the only solution that she has.

From the hatching sands, Sejith remains upright and sturdy in manner, though his raised neck arches and his eyes whirl a quick and curious blue-green as he watches every move Quarith makes.

Aseai blinks again at Rish.  She looks down at the dragon again.  Then sighs.  The brown on the other shoulder chirps at Chaos, flipping his wings.  The bronze wraps his tail about her throat possesivly.

From the hatching sands, Quarith settles down into the sands as her forepaws scoop out still another depression.  Delicate motion is her trademark, and as her body ripples with birth contractions, that delicacy becomes apparent as the egg's apex becomes visible, a swirl of amber syrup and spice topping it in artistic grace.  With one final heave, the entirety becomes visible: Southern Pecan Pie Egg drops softly into the bowl-like depression.

Tierza looks a bit startled to see the dragonrider she had so much fun with on the beach now on the sands. T'rell's Sejith flew Quarith? Eeeps, and she asked him all those silly uestions while Sunny was running around witht he big dragon.

Etain walks out.

Resh sticks out his bottom lip at 'boy'. I am a /man/. "Ista Hold, Mrs. Azia's Mommy Lady." He graciously takes a sweetstick and munches. "Nummy...thanks. You know, cootie girls aren't so bad..." IF they give you snacks.

Naomi goes home.

Merra snickers.  "And me, here with no handsome man to defend me, huh?" she asks dryly.  "Nah, just a brownrider and a bluerider."  Dubious defenses, considering they'd probably let her be carried off.  She looks wry.  "Shall I leave you two alone to trade stories about the cousins?"  Not that she doesn't have her own stories.  Like a certain drinking contest, perhaps.  But let's not get into that.  The forming clutch gets a rather goggle-eyed stare.  Lovely, that's the word for the eggs.

Squaln blinks.  He turns his gaze back to the Grounds and raises his eyebrows in surprise.  "Well... I've never seen a clutching before." he answers, honestly.  "I don't know, it's... exciting?"  Pause.  "I could be a dragonrider, eh?" He grins a quirky expression.

Azia smiles. Azia 1, Resh 0. She tucks the sticks back in her bag after taking one for herself. "I have a pet rock, too, y'know. And some Reed Pipes. Khory gave them to me."

Azia puts Sweetsticks in Backpack.

Azia closes Backpack.

Rishandra rolls her eyes at Aseai's firelizard.  /Hers/ is trained at least.  Or terrorized.  "Oh, not actually, mind you.  But I'm sure the dragons came out stronger for it.  A little pain never hurt anyone."  Her smile is positivly malicous as she frowns down a the eggs, not really sparing another look for her seatmate.

Egan has disconnected.

Egan falls asleep.

Khaelyn's attention is suddenly drawn by the Sands and the new egg. Both eyebrows rise again as she eyes the newest ovoic arrival from afar. "I've never seen one 'fore either," she drawls to Squaln, "but I suppose it's exciting." There's just too many people. "That's a really nice-looking egg.." Her first non-repitive remark on the eggs' appearances. Wow. "You want to be a dragonrider?"

Azia thinks that even if Resh /is/ a man, he still has cooties. And to make not.. she is a /lady/. Not a cootie girl.

Daeyn slides to one side as far as she comfortably can, wincing in sympathy.  "Poor R'gis ... I thought they'd calmed down?"  She smiles slightly.  "Oh, he's doing well ... terribly busy in the kitchens right now, working on something ..."  She cocks an eyebrow at Merra.  "I'm not a man, but I can pretend to be one, if you'd like me to," she offers dryly.  Ahem.

Aseai blinks several times more...at the new egg, as well as the woman in the next seat.  "Oh..." she says in a tiny voice.  Her firelizards are trained, and very well, but they are allowed a little movement of their own, mind you.

Heero coasts silently into the galleries, shouldering a flock of flizzen with a growl and a grimace. Hardly personable. Or firelizardable, for that matter. Hee slowly weaves between the packed throng, obviously irritated by the close quarters. However, he, being the gentell young man that he is, resists any untoward impulses to growl at the assembled. That would be rather rude.

Resh nods silently. "I have a pretend dragon somewhere at home...but that's it. Too many little borthers and sisters to get stuff. I have to share." He wrinkles his nose as if it were a bad smelling word. It should be outlawed to have baby brtothers and sissies. "Anyway...you dont' have /that/ many cooties..."

From the hatching sands, Saria admires this most recent creation as her lifemate gently tends to it, mounding sand here and there as is needed to support and warm it.  She glances up at T'rell, "Of course you had to come," she says softly, "We wouldn't have had it any other way."  Then, startled by something heard privately from Quarith, she lays a light hand on T'rell's forearm.  "Watch...!" she says, urgently.

From the hatching sands, T'rell just smiles, opening his jacket for a bit of ventilation as he watches the process. "I see. She's got plenty of moral support from him, though." He nods upward at the towering, almost comical bronze, trying to be solemn and fatherly but as curious as a firelizard. "She does know what she's doing, doesn't she?" The queen's deliberate and careful ministrations delineate the miraculous process.

Squaln shrugs.  "Just a thought." he replies.  It's not that he's not happy with being a Herder - it's just... perhaps he could get Searched when he's older?  Another shrug rolls off his shoulders and he gazes down at the eggs, clapping at the newest one.

Thesy grins at Merra, "Naw, actually it's nice without male company for a change." Is that really the bluerider who's never seen alone at formal events? Hear, hear. "I bet you're a better defense than most men, Daeyn," she laughs and shakes her head before finally casting a curious glance down at the Hatching Sands. "How many so far?"

Rishandra suddenly seems to remember that she /does/ infact have a seat mate, and turns with her sickly-sweet smile.  "So...have /you/ spent much time about weyrs?"  The eggs no longer seem to intrest her as the don't appear to be cooking.  How dulll.

Kellamari looks over at Resh, averting her eyes form the Sands. At the mention of all his siblings, she inquires, "Who's your mother, if you don't mind me asking, Resh?"

Saria
Saria's long, wavy chestnut hair glints with reddish copper highlights, plaited  neatly to the back of her head and secured with a ribbon.  A few soft, delicate  curls, like ringlets, fall from the braid at all times, framing her face, and  causing her to brush them from her chocolate brown eyes.  If you knew her before  she was searched, you will surely notice the depth and clarity her eyes have taken on since her Impression to her lifemate and love, gold Quarith.  Her smooth,  creamy skin is an almost startling contrast to her eyes and hair, and her heart-shaped mouth turns up in the slightest of smiles as she notices your gaze, a change from her usual serious demeanor. 
You can't tell what she's wearing from this distance.  Perched on Saria's shoulder is Dana.
Saria wears the Orange and Black knot of Ista Weyr, threaded through with a fine, bright strand of gold for her lifemate and a rather oddly contrasting strand of purple for her healing. The knot's intricate loops show that she is a Weyrwoman.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Saria is 46 Turns, 6 months, and 8 days old.

Quarith
Glowlight plays over this dragon's silky, smooth hide like the last flickers of the setting sun against the bellies of thick and rosy-hued clouds.  The white gold on her belly  deepens subtly as it rises to her flanks and spine into a rich and honeyed gold.  She moves with a dignified grace, confident in each well-placed step.  When she extends her wings, the sails show honeyed gold, and the marbling of veins casts intricate and muted shadows against the ground.  The spars, the framework of her light bones, gleam pale gold, and that lightness of color seems to bear her aloft.
Her inquisitive nature is evident in her every movement, as she absorbs the world around her in tandem with her lifemate, Saria.
Her complacent expression gives her an air of refined dignity befitting her color.
Quarith is 26 Turns and 21 days old.
She is 82 feet (25m) long, with a wingspan of 136 feet (42m).
Quarith seems to be listening.

T'rell
A small fellow, his shoulders are broad, his hands well-calloused, and his form compact and fit.  His dirt-brown eyes sparkle with mischief and humor to lend a joke to his short and wavy hair, which has become quite a remarkable shade of light grey. His cleanshaven features are unlined except when he's laughing and are free and mobile with his expressions, such that all his five feet and four inches of height are alight with a juvenile and contagious spirit.
You can't tell what he's wearing from this distance.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
T'rell is 39 Turns, 2 months, and 23 days old.

Sejith
A bright brassy hide gleams, deepening in gradual shadow under wings and down to graceful talons in a rich bronze.  Filling out with age and maturity, Sejith is well-muscled and sleek, his lack of obvious threadscore speaking of his easy coordination and airborne precision.  Calm and steady in just about any situation, his exacting skill mirrors an inner intensity.
Sejith's eyes whirl a deep and relaxed blue.
Sejith is 26 Turns and 21 days old.
He is 76 feet (23m) long, with a wingspan of 126 feet (38m).
Sejith seems to be listening.

Azia feels sorry for the boy.. man. She digs through her bag for something to give him and comes up with the Reed Pipes. She holds them out. "I don't need these.. I can get some more later. Why don't you take them?"

Merra stares at Daeyn, both eyebrows arching towards her hairline.  She finally answers soberly, despite the wicked gleam in her eyes, "It all depends on how much of a man you're willing to be..."  Ahem.  Thesy gets a grin.  "Oh, I don't know.  I wouldn't mind having a man.  On the other hand, some time with the girls is nice."  Even surrounded by people, yes.

Aseai blinks some more.  "Oh...uh...not really.  I'm usually busy."  Chirps from both shoulders, and suddenly from above her head, (Slipper appeared) are rather quizzical.  "Oh...uh..."

From the hatching sands, Quarith finds a special place, away from even her lifemate now, farther back on the sands, near the back wall of the hatching cavern; she extends her neck, pacing slightly, and unfurls wings, half-wide as though she were considering taking flight right there and then. A loud bugle! echoes startlingly through the caverns, indeed, the whole Weyr now, as she cries her defiance at anyone who would near this, her prize and chosen child.

From the hatching sands, Saria's eyes open wide, and she murmurs quietly to T'rell, though not looking at him, "Aye - she knows."

From the hatching sands, Quarith sweeps clear the canvas of black sand to etch within the malleable surface a frame of warmth and comfort for her masterpiece. The creative forces flow and, with a majestic shudder of her egg heavy form, she produces another work of art--her piece de resistance--Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg.

Daeyn smiles slightly.  "I haven't had a compliment like that in months, Thesy," she quips softly.  "I'm afraid I haven't been counting, or I'd tell you ... I'm sorry."  She glances over at Merra.  "Well, for turns ..."  Stop.  Pause.  Stare.  She can't even manage to choke.  "Little one!"

Resh shrugs and looks over the pipes. "Cool...." He looks up at Azia's mommy person. "Shaye is. And my daddy's naem is Renner." He looks over the the reedss carefully. "For me? Really?"

Khaelyn does that odd little shrug of hers again, gaze alternating between the crowd and the Sands. Most of the time, they're on the Sands. "Interesting thought, though.. Hoping to get Searched someday, then?" Very interesting thought. The Queen's bugle takes her by surprise; she nearly levitates. Eek. "Another one. I like it." Beat. "Y'know, dragon eggs look a lot better than firelizard eggs." Probably because they all don't pop into her lap and get goo all over her. Doubtful that one could.

Rishandra turns to face Aseai with a frown, though her constant babble doesn't let up.  "Are you alright?  You don't seem to be very talk ative.  DOn't let Elehu find out.  She's the journeywoman healer on my ship and if she takes it into her mind to make you better, you'll never get away."

Azia opens Backpack.

Azia removes Reed pipes from Backpack.

Azia hands Reed pipes to Resh.

Montivedeo walks in.

Aseai blinks at the loud bugle, then at Rishandra.  "Uh..."  She says, not really knowing what to make of the suddenly talkative person in the seat next her.  "Oh, no, I'm fine, just a little confused.  Never been to a clutching before."

From the hatching sands, T'rell and Sejith both visibly startle at Quarith's declaration, and separated by the expanse of sands, each gaze inspects the egg with interest. "What did that mean?" Rider wonders to the Weyrwoman.

From the hatching sands, Pacing, tracing an imaginary line in the sands around this special egg, glistening in its newness, now speckled lightly with the black sands, Quarith extends wings and beats them triumphantly, trumpeting her beauty to Sejith, to all, before moving back toward the center of the sands, still watchful, wary, of anything or anyone that would disturb her chosen.

Squaln's eyes grow wider as the newest egg is dropped onto the sands.  "Yeah.  Someday... hopefully." he answers again.  Boy, would that be a feat!  Of course, being a Herder isn't all bad either - it's actually quite fun.  Glancing around, he spots Montivedeo and waves to her.

"Now that's a nice one," Thesy nods appreciatively before turning back to her High Reaches' friends, "You're only saying this, Merra because you don't live with one. Rage is a darling but sometimes, very rarely though ...," she trails off, shrugging a shoulder at the young woman.

Kassanna walks in.

Montivedeo perks a brow into high arch as the emerald ocular peers at the hand whom which waved to her. The timid smirk trail slightly wider as she slightly returns the wave. Shy. She isn't the most social person at first glance.

Azia removes Sweetsticks from Backpack.

From the hatching sands, Saria allows a slow and wondering smile to creep across her face, looking closely at the golden tinge of the creamy new egg set aside by her Quarith.  "It can only be our next queen, Wingleader," she says, feeling a certain formality at this declaration and certain that up in the galleries, experienced riders will also have noted the queen's protectiveness of her latest offspring.

Kassanna goes home.

Heero manages to unlodge himself from between a rock and a hard place (a large man and larger woman), choosing to move back, resulting in a lesser-quality view, but also winning the ability to inhale once again. Oxygen is, in the long run, more important than most things. Like nice views of a clutching Queen. Eyes narrowed, the boy hesitates, but finally slumps into a seat, legs gathered beneath him.

Azia changes her mind. The pipes belonged to Khory, so she shouldn't give them away. But the Sweetsticks are hers. So she'll give them to Resh. But they're /not/ to share. Just for him.

Khaelyn turns partially to look at Squaln's wave-ee, frowning speculatively. "Who's that? Looks familiar... I think I've seen her at the Hall somewhere.." The new egg is looked over critically, but she seems to give up as she can't find anything wrong with it. Or with any of the eggs, for that matter. A glance is spared to Squaln. "Bronze? Brown?"

Merra nearly falls off the seat, grabbing onto both Thesy and Daeyn when Quarith bugles.  The egg laid next is eyed, and she whistles softly in admiration.  "Faranth, you don't suppose that one's a gold..."  Nah, couldn't be.  Surely there'd be more fanfare for a gold egg?  Not that Mer's eager to surround herself with jumping, cheering people, of course.  Another grin, this one wistful, and she adds, "I dunno, Thesy, I kinda miss having a man with me."

Squaln cheers for the chosen egg!  He then notices alot of people staring at him; he coughs and settles back down in his seat.

Rishandra turns back to the sands, adopting an instructive tone of voice she uses with the baker appies.  "You see, there's the dragon.  The queen is the gold, and the bronze is the father.  And the eggs are the children.  They should hatch in a matter of a few months."  Her eyes go wide as she explains, as if not sure that the other woman could possibly comprehend.

Resh hands Reed pipes to Azia.

Azia hands Sweetsticks to Resh.

From the hatching sands, Quarith turns whirling eyes on Sejith, crooning lowly at him, and then on Saria, seeking out approval once more as she finds a relatively undisturbed place in the sands to begin anew.

Azia puts Reed pipes in Backpack.

Azia closes Backpack.

Kurt walks in.

Tierza hmmms, and wonders, which are which, anyway? She has no clue and won't even pretend to guess. But from these beautiful eggs, beautiful dragons come and that's really all that matter.

Daeyn mmms softly, lips pressed together to contain the sound.  "Lovely," she remarks.  "No, 'wyllth, not ... yours was different," is the only way she can explain it.  "You wouldn't trade it, though, would you, Thesy?" she asks softly, though a half-concerned look slides to Merra.

Aseai nods, then giggles.  "I know that much."  She tells the other woman.  "And that was just a gold egg, no?"  She asks lightly.

Azia sits back up in her seat again, leaving her bag on the ground. She tickles Sunbeam gently, watching Resh out of the corner of her dark eyes. Silly cootie b..man.

From the hatching sands, Sejith puffs up proudly, spreading his wings in a bronze backdrop to the beauty of Quarith's piece-de-resistance. He joins his queen in her announcement, the combined call echoing up into the farthest ledges and galleries. You might even be able to hear it in Igen. Eyes reflecting ambient light in whirling glints and shadows, he hovers almost as protectively over Quarith as she does over her clutch.

Nevarre tosses a bit of a grin at Merra and her friends from her perch at the edge of the rope. "Quarith is certainly acting as though it is," she calls over the din of many voices, green eyes twinkling in mirth. "And Sejith seems proud enough. At this rate, we'll all be covered in sand soon enough." Where's Halic when you need 'im?

Egan walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Resh blinks as the pipes are exchangesd quickly for the sweetsticks. "Even cooler!" Woohoo! Yay...i've got sugar! "Thank you, Azia!" He kisses her on the cheek lightly and munches on a sweetstick while wachign the eggs. Ooh purdy...

From the hatching sands, T'rell rocks back on his heels, thumbs hooked in his belt. He knew that. "Of course."

Squaln smiles again and peers down at the special egg.  What a wonderous sight... never in all his life would he had imagined seeing a newly laid queen egg.  This /must/ be his lucky day!  Bliss.  He continues to watch.

Cylara walks in.

Azia blushes hotly and mumbles "'nytime". She turns to the eggs, then to her mother. "What happened?" she asks.

Rodan's eyes glaze over as wonder and excitement war within him, only temperered slightly by an almost complete lack of understanding.

Khaelyn shifts slightly, looking a bit uncomfortable at all the... people... around. It's worse than a Gather, but at least it's warm. "Whaddya suppose that new egg is? Bronze?" To her, an egg is an egg is an egg, even if it is pretty. Like that one is. Could be a bronze. "And where's Seif? I was beginning to think you two were joined at the hip or something.."

From the hatching sands, Quarith turns her jewelled eyes on Sejith, having declared her possession of her Own Egg, and warbles an endearment to the bronze, eyes whirling brightly with a mixture of reds and blues.

From the hatching sands, Quarith finds a touch of respite in the midst of her labors.  Limbs stretch from their cramped positions as wings unfurl, fanning enough to unsettle the fine-grained sands and send them all to float about the gold's engorged form in a kind of smoky aureole.  As gossamer sails furl back to her sides, revealed for all to see is Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg.

Rishandra blinks, interrupted in mid-flow by Aseai's words.  "The new queen?"  She turns, frowning down at the egg, and tilting her head slighlty to the side.  "I suppose.  But it doesn't look like the queen egg I saw.  Nearly half a span long, it was, and bright blue.  Aren't they all lsupposed to be bright blue?"  Rishandra's experienced at hatchings.  Uh-huh.

Montivedeo , being not able to sit, stands quite amused as her backside is pressed up against a siding. Both 'brows are in High arch of the newly laid eggs from the hatching sands. A satisfied look of respect trickles the side corners of both crimson lips as her freckled face is smeared with curiousity.

Resh chuckles. "You're face is all splotch and pink!" He point and laughs while spouting crumbs of food.  Silly cootie /lady/.

Aseai stares at the egg, thenat Rish.  "...Blue...?"  She asks.

Squaln beams down at the Grounds.  "A gold." he says confidently.  "Without a doubt!"  He points down at it when a tanned finger.  "See the way she protects it?  It's gotta be a gold."  Eyes never leaving the eggs or queen.

Merra shakes her head slightly, trying to communicate towards Daeyn not to worry.  Hearing a reply, she turns enough to see Nevarre, her own grin putting in an appearance.  "Well, it'll certainly add some excitement to the betting pools if it is," she calls back dryly.  The brownrider and bluerider are eyed.  She can't exctly able to share in their view of the clutching.  All she knows is that the eggs are gorgeous, and the assumed queen egg is most so.

Rishandra nods decisivly.  "Blue.  All the eggs were a shade of blue or another.  Prehaps something is wrong with this queen..."  She frowns, and then glances over at the girl.  "Like any of them in particular, apprentice?" 

Azia raises pale hands to her cheeks and narrows her eyes. "Are NOT!" she retorts, secretly please he called her a lady.

G'deon shifts to the side slightly as a young lad runs by, barreling into the young rider. "Nah, it's okay," G'deon replies, but the boy has already continued up the gallery steps.  Sky blue eyes return to the sands, lighting on each of the eggs in turn.  A sun-bleached brow arches at the queen's claiming of the beauty of an egg and the rider smiles softly.  "So there /will/ be another one," he mumbles, laughing softly.

Kellamari whispers to her daughter, "It's a queen egg, honey, or at least they're pretty sure it is." With a look to Azia and Resh, she murmurs, "And try not to be so loud."

Khaelyn looks dubious at Squaln's proclamation. "A gold? C'mon, Squaln, she's doing the same thing to /all/ the eggs." And somehow, for some unknown reason, she doubts that they're all queen eggs. Feminine intuition. "I'll take your word for it." Since he's older and all that. More worldly experience, right? "And that new egg is... nice." Back to repetition.

Aseai bites her lip, not exactly sure by what Rishandra means.  "Uhm...the cookie-type one is cool."  She ventures, still not understanding this thing about blue eggs.

From the hatching sands, Saria chuckles softly, watching her lifemate carefully find the most perfect space for each of her children-to-be, and sending quiet support and encouragement to the queen as Quarith begins to dig, this time with just one foreleg, and positions herself to produce another egg, shuddering with the effort.

Cylara has disconnected.

Cylara, finding her self growing even more tired with every step finds the nearest soft thing, and, laying down gently, falls fast asleep.

From the hatching sands, Quarith drops Doonesbury Sorbet Egg.

Azia mumbles something about it not being /her/ fault, and turns back to the egg clutch. She awwwws. She wantsa egg!

Tierza slips down and sits next to Rodan. "Hey, ever been to one of these before? It's pretty fun, huh? I bet that egg she is protecting is a gold. what do you think?" Yup, she's a friendly person and today has her more excited then usual.

"Wonderful." Nevarre's none too pleased. "If there's more betting, then I'm going to get even less sleep." Glancing up at Merra, she sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. "Do you know how loud they get at night when they start to talk about the clutches? You'd think they'd already been through it often enough!"

"It's amazing!" Squaln eclaims.  He then smirks and jabs Khaelyn.  "I can just imagine you as a queenrider." A snicker escapes him and his eyes fill with evilness.  What a thought!

Azia decides that she'll be a goldrider when she grows up. Uh huh! When she's a /real/ lady. Of course, the kidlet has no idea what it takes to be Weyrwoman, but.. let her dream!

Resh squints at the eggies. "They're so purdy," he whispers. "I think I'll get a dragon tomorrow. They seem cool too." They'd be better than having a stuffed one.

Merra rolls her eyes.  "It wasn't all that great in the caverns at 'Reaches, the last time we had a queen egg there.  People always -betting.-"  Yeah, she'll sympathize.  "I'm Merra, lowly weyrfolk from across Pern," she introduces, almost as an afterthought.

Rodan slowly tunes into the voice by his side and starts as he realises he is the target of conversatoin.  He turns and flushes, noticing the distinct femaleness of the one sitting next to him.  Um, no, never...." he stutters.

Daeyn smiles slightly at Merra before the expression lapses, folding her arms across her chest.  "Then don't bet," she suggests down to Nevarre, drily.  Her gaze returns to the sands, eyes narrowed in thought.

Azia nods in agreement with Resh. "I think I'll get one too. I have a mark! I'll go and buy one from the Herders." She nods emphatically. Money gets you everywhere!

Heero has disconnected.

Heero falls asleep.

Khaelyn's hands are no longer hindered by her knot-fiddling; therefore, she has one elbow free to jab Squaln in the ribs with. "Kinda' like the way I can imagine you mucking out stalls for the rest of your life, eh?" The word 'Herders' is heard somewhere in the surrounding conversation, and she blinks. Even away from the hall, she's still hearing about it.

Kurt slips silently down through the seats to find an empty place to squish his compact frame into. So many people here. Immediately, he searches out the sands, scanning what he can see of them for those wonderful eggs. The past few clutchings he's been to have been great inspiration. As if an extension of his hand, a stylus is produced, and already moving across the page of his wide notebook, to write down every detail of this event for his report. Harpers are natural reporters. Nosy too.

Tierza smiles at the flush and nods.. "oh, I'm Tierza or Tie. I'm the assistant gardener at Gar Hold. but I couldn't resist the chance to peek at the eggs. Well met......" Waits for a name...

From the hatching sands, Quarith pauses a moment, raising her head to fix Sejith with a meaningful stare, which causes Saria to raise an eyebrow as she watches the two dragons interact. Queen returns to her work, and bronze is left, for the moment, to consider her while she renews her labours.

Resh scowls. "Copy-feline. Canine's are better than felines too. And I said that I would get a dragon first."  He poke Azia in the stomach and crosses his arm.

From the hatching sands, Quarith grumbles a protest as a particularly violent contraction racks her gilded form, causing her sunset gold hide to shimmer magnificently.  A fitting pregnant pause, before the glistening softness of Creamy Vanilla Scoop Egg wobbles onto the mounded sands, becoming peppered with the fine black grains.

Nevarre hauls herself upwards through the crowds, making her way up towards Merra. "And I'm Nevarre, lowly Weyrfolk from here. Welcome to Ista Weyr, such as it is," she replies with a mild chuckle. "I think I prefer it when it's quiet." This is quite a change from the hyper teen that she once was. "Well met, Merra."

Squaln coughs and rubs his jabbed side, grimacing.  "Yeah, that'd be my luck."  Pause.  "I can /dream/ can't I?" he retorts, turning his head to glare at Khaelyn.  Raising his chin a little, he goes back to gawking over the eggs.

Rishandra peers down, and sighs.  "Cookies are always good.  Especially the kind that Genevieve used to make at the Sea hold..."  She sighs with the memeory, then glances back down.  "They don't look half as good actually.  I think I'd prefer my old mentor's ambrosia.  Mmmm..."

Azia pokes back, harder. "Sunbeam was a present. From a /real/ man!" She smirks proudly. "Fine. My momma is Stablemistress. I'll save my marks and get a Runner that's purdier than your stinky bronze dragon! You can't even ride a gold, cos you're a /cootie/b..man/."

Rodan continues to stammer awkwardly, "I'm Rod..I mean Rodan, pleased to meet you Tie..."

Egan finally manages to find a nice seat within the galleries, squirming around to get comfortable. Crowded? Yes. "Faranth! Now I can't see." Tsk, tsk, and assistant nanny pops over to the railing. "I can stand." He can stand? No. But let him think. Maybe then, he can... all psychological, see. "Oh. Eggs. You see the eggs?" Person question was addressed to seems to blink and shuffle away. "Strange," ponders nanny. "They always do that."

From the hatching sands, Saria grimaces slightly, turning as she does to look up at T'rell, the bronzerider regarded with some trepidation.  "What..what do you think, of that?" Weyrwoman asks carefully, shifting from foot to foot again, this time more from nervousness than the heat, although that's certainly still a factor -- "Will he stay?"

Kayri has disconnected.

Kayri falls asleep.

Montivedeo perks a brow. She's over stimulated and excited as ever; As She hasn't dared to see one of these before. Half in question and half in excitment, She nill jumps as a hand out reaches to point at the newly laid egg.

Khaelyn is already so happy at the hall torturing Squaln and Seif, though. If she was a queenrider, she couldn't do that. "Dream on, Squaln." For another Turn or two. "I'm already perfectly happy at the Hall. Got promoted." She beams and starts fiddling with her knot again, murmuring another, "Nice," about the newest egg.

Kerran walks in.

Rodan whispers loudly to Tierza, "Is it always like this?"

From the hatching sands, Quarith croons lovingly over her brood as she takes some time now to carefully pile sand around and about her children, brushing some away with her tail, fanning it with half-furled wingsails, putting some back with well-placed scrapes of her forelegs.

"Oh, I don't know, it's not as bad as a few events at the 'Reaches..."  Which, ponders Merra, is actually quite frightening, all things considered.  "Nice to meet you, Navarre.  And the sarcastic one is Daeyn, rider of brown Anwyllth."  And her best friend.  Can't you tell?

From the hatching sands, Quarith is taken somewhat by surprise as the latest contraction forces itself upon her, and the queen hunkers down over the closest patch of sands not already occupied by one of her soon-to-be offspring, whirling eyes lidding heavily with the effort of expelling Coffee Heath Bar Crunch Egg.

Squaln snorts.  It'll be about five Turns until he's promoted, so it seems.  He glances at the Sr. Appy knots and shrugs.  "Congrats." he finally says.  No, he's not jealous.  Well... maybe a teensey bit...

From the hatching sands, T'rell's glance suddenly shifts to seek Saria's eyes, questioning. Sejith, simultaneously, gives a similar gaze to Quarith, ducking his head as if in acquiescence. "I should think so," the bronze's rider watches the dragons once more, nodding slowly as he drawls his response. "How could he refuse?" The man grins briefly to the Weyrwoman, acknowledging the defacto chain of command.

Tierza says, "Well then, well met Rodan." See, she doesn't bite and neither do any of her incredibly quiet for once little flying friends. They must be intimidated by all the big ones around here today. "Only at Clutchings and Hatching.. and actually, Hatchings are worse."

Rishandra peers down, and sighs.  "Cookies are always good.  Especially the kind that Genevieve used to make at the Sea hold..."  She sighs with the memeory, then glances back down.  "They don't look half as good actually.  I think I'd prefer my old mentor's ambrosia.  Mmmm..." *repose*

"Wait until /after/ the clutching, when a lot of the riders'll be drunk," Nevarre remarks dryly. "Including my aunt, most likely. Which means that Briganth'll be a bit tipsy as well." And she'll have to deal with the cleanup, too. Ah, the life of a Weyr Resident is a hard one, really. "Well met, Daeyn."

Kipapae walks in.

Khaelyn settles for looking slightly smug. She won't make him do too many more chores. "Thanks." The new egg is looked over, and decided to be, "/Very/ nice." Another break from monotonous niceness. Wow.

Kayri has connected.

Kayri wakes up.

Kipapae slides in, glancing around

Rodan says, "When will they hatch?? I'l have to come back, if im allowed."

Daeyn flashes a brief smile to Nevarre.  "Merra, you may have to get your own ride back ... pleasure, Nevarre," she says brusquely.  "Don't mind me, I'm a prude incorrigible."

Squaln has disconnected.

Squaln goes to bed.  Sweets dreams.

Aseai ahs a little, staring at the recent eggs.  "I like the Heath Bar egg better now."  She says suddenly.  "And the queen, or course."

Montivedeo arches abrow. Side glances of both oculars waver a hand at Kipapae as she pulls a rusty whisper of attention, "Kip!" She calls out lightly tryig to snatch his attention.

From the hatching sands, Saria lets out the breath she'd been holding without realizing she was doing so, expelling air and relaxing her shoulders.  "I /hate/ to take you off sweeps," she says, with a hint of laughter and sarcasm in her voice.  "But it seems I'm left no alternative.  She /really/ wants Sejith to stay with her here.  Somewhat more," she adds, "than she wants me here, I might even say, although it's a close toss on that one."

Rodan lifts his hand to brush back his hair and pokes himself in the eye, he utters a light curse and then blushes.

Kipapae glances over at Monti, and goes over, standing next to her, whispering "What?"

Lis goes home.

From the hatching sands, Quarith pauses for a moment, settling her head upon her forepaws with a weary -- but still sweet -- croon. The pause is only momentary; soon enough, her flanks begin to ripple rhythmically, honey-hued hide straining with nature's timelessness. As timeless as that birthing, another sweet-topped egg makes its way onto the sands, bursting with every delicacy known to man. Sundae-treats notwithstanding, Everything But The... Egg has just that: everything.

On the ledge, Alymath goes home.

Tierza says, "Anyone is allowed and I'm not /really/ sure how long it takes for a clutch to harden. But I am sure you will hear about it long before it actually happens. "

Serafa wanders up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Azia gapes at the newest egg, attention dragged from Resh for the moment.

Rodan looks back up, holding one hand over his injured eye, "I hope so, this was the most exciting thing ive ever seen.."

Linora finally spots someone she knows, and makes her way across the galleries to where Tierza is sitting, murmuring vague 'excuse me's as she squeezes through the crowd. Finally reaching her destination she drops into an empty spot on the bench next to Tierza. "Hey, Tie," she says, oblivious to any conversation she might be interrupting.

Aseai has disconnected.

Aseai falls asleep.

Montivedeo lightly jabs the man into the side of the ribs as a tan finger points out towards the hatching sands," Isn't it great?!" She nill jumps again, For have never seen one of these happen has excited her to the tips of her boots, "Can't'cha belive it? Cant'cha! " Giddy. Her solem, Silent approach has been erased for the moment.

Khaelyn tries to edge away from the /people/. Amazing how people flock together like that. And by not, it's getting beyond hot. Fingers still picking at her knot, she gets out of most of the way of folk and makes a break for the stairs. Faranth help her, but she's getting away from all these people!

From the hatching sands, T'rell raises his eyebrows, letting events continue as he considers with an air of unconscious patience. "All the time?" he asks finally, without tone.

Khaelyn goes home.

Jessika walks in.

Amber eyes glances around, slowly, as Kipapae eyes the eggs

Rishandra sighs as her seat mate suddenly seems to faint, and peers around the stands, looking for other people to harra....talk to.  A frown is given to the woman she saw on her way up, and a slight wave.  "G'day."

"Oh, I can handle drunk riders.  It's the ones with groping hands that annoy me," Merra returns dryly.  Those would be the same ones that usually wake up with bruised fingers the next morning, not knowing how they got injured.  But...never mind that.  She turned an expression of purest innocence towards Daeyn.  "But, you wouldn't want to -strand- me here, would you?" she asks sweetly.  How she's keeping a straight face is a mystery.

G'deon seems to tense and relax repeatedly as he watches the clutching on the sands from his perch high above next to his lifemate on the ledges.  "Aye, Nylanth, this is what it was like for you as well.  Only at 'Reaches."  Naturally.  The bronze rider laughs softly and shakes his head, a hand reaching out to pat the bronze's forearm.  "No sir, you will never lay eggs like that."  And no, bronze is no where close to gold, no matter what the shade is.

Jessika goes home.

Tierza says, "Lin! hey, meet Rodan... Rodan, this is Linora, a starrie from Gar area. Aren't these eggs stunning?" Yup, she is gushing just a bit, but hey.. she has /never/ told anyone how she really feels about dragons.. and she tries to control her excitement. "Where ya been?"

From the hatching sands, Quarith makes room for more eggs, spreading the sands, smoothing, and finally scratching out a new indentation. Sides contract for a minute, then two; wings furl to her sides and eyes whirl faster red with the effort before a peak of toasted honey makes its appearance and Peanut Turtles Egg rolls with some force into its' own hollow.

From the hatching sands, Quarith drops Peanut Turtles Egg.

Kipapae shifts his weight, still watching silently

Resh flips aroudn uside down in his seat. "BPPPPT, I look cool this way and you don't! Nyah nyah yah nyah." His hair poofs out, looking liek a mushroom thing. Hee hee!

Nevarre grins at Daeyn, mischief glinting in her eyes. "Best sort of rider, I think." Her voice is light, but pitched loudly enough so that Merra can hear. "Merra, if you need a ride, my mother will probably be ferrying people back to their homes after the festivities. Ask for Asuka and green Reith," she calls. There. Problem solved.

Linora gives Rodan a wave and a little smile before answering Tierza. "Yeah... I been... around." The galleries are pretty big. And extremely crowded. "I kinda got separated from the others, I guess."

Akasha blinks into the air suddenly, an emblem of gleaming gold, as she emerges from ::between::.

Rodan turns slightly in his seat to look at Linora, "Um, hi, er...um...whatcha doing here?", he blushes yet again as he realises how stupid his question is.

Azia giggles, knowing what would happen if she turned her tunic-clothed self upside down. She pokes Resh in the stomach, instead. Poke. What a malevolent 5-turn-old.

From the hatching sands, Quarith rumbles deeply, as if to answer the bronzerider's question to her beloved Saria, and extends her neck toward Sejith, tossing her head side-to-side demandingly, bugling her insistence that he remain near to /their/ offspring.

From the hatching sands, The Weyrwoman swallows, the heat making her vision blur, and has to wipe a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of one hand.  "I do believe she means /all the time/." Saria says, somewhat apologetically, to T'rell.

Resh writhes aroudn in hs seat and slowly tilts backwards. He clutches his stomach in reflex and topples over. Bam! "Oww......" His trousers and sandy and his hands covered in dirt. Muah!  Resh gets up and rubs off his palm on Azia's shoulders and cheeks. "Ha ha!"

Linora grins, never minding an obvious question and always perfectly content to reply with an equally obvious answer. "Watching the clutching. What're /you/ doin' here?" And why's he blushing? Shells, she's not that skeery. Beam.

Merra does laugh now.  "All depends on your taste in riders, I suppose!  I'll keep that in mind, by the way, and thanks."  Hopefully, the brownrider isn't really going to abandon her, but one never knows with those mountain riders, either.

Krysa goes home.

Daeyn cocks an eyebrow.  "That depends.  If you want to stay and involve yourself in drunk debauchery, that's your own affair," she says with mock severity.  The smile quivers through.  "If, on the other hand, you want to be sensible ..." she trails off.  She bows her head to Nevarre.  "Thank you ... I think."

Azia eyes Resh, dumping Sunbeam in the sand, and rubs the sand back on him. "Hah! Not only are you getting sandy, you're getting /cooties/.. that is, if you still insist I'm a cootie lady!"

From the hatching sands, Quarith moves delicately, with the graceful air of a Southern Belle making her way through a room of would-be suitors, eyeing each patch of bare sand almost coyly as she determines where she will make her next stop. Finding the most suitable location, she prepares it deftly, crooning softly as she moves sand into place, and just in time, as another contraction shakes her golden form quite suddenly and with some force, and From Russia with Buzz Egg appears.

Kipapae sighs, looking around again.

Rodan notices he is still holding one hand over his eye, he removes it and blinks at the sudden light, "I came to see the clutching, it was wonderful, ive never seen its like ever .."

Oorla walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

From the hatching sands, "Ah." T'rell nods slowly, any reaction absorbed and washed away by his interest in Quarith's production. Grey hair, wind-tossed by the ride over the Weyr's rim, begins to stick to his forehead in the heat, and he loosens his collar.

Oorla hurries in, looking rather frazzled, and claims a seat near the edge.  Ah, dragon eggs!  She smiles to herself as she examines the egg.

Tierza laughs at her two friends, one old and one new get along so well and so directly. "Aww Lin, we all remember our first Clutching.. right?" She knows she does, her father brought her to one at High Reaches.. it was hot, close and so exciting.

Kipapae has disconnected.

Kipapae falls asleep.

Montivedeo has disconnected.

Montivedeo falls asleep.

Galleries
Tier and tier of benches rise high in these galleries, encompassing a sweep along a full third of the cavern's wall. Seats worn to slippery-smooth  likeness, they are broad enough to offer security -- but each one is also high enough to offer a clear view over those in front.  Several lines of rope cordon off this area from the Sands below, and a precariously narrow pathway offers access to the multiple layers of draconic ledges that line the walls.
To view things on the sand, see <help here>.
Perched around the galleries are fourteen firelizards.
You see Weyrwoman Betting Box and Sunbeam here.
You notice Montivedeo and Kipapae asleep here.
Rishandra, Surupa, Rodan, Resh, Nevarre, Azia, Cristen, Merra, Kellamari, Daeyn, Linora, Kayri, Thesy, Tierza, Kurt, Egan, Kerran, Serafa, and Oorla are here.
Obvious exits:
Ledges - Stairs

From the hatching sands, Saria watches her lifemate with great pride, and nods approval at the latest arrivals.

Kurt's hand moves automatically as he describes everything he sees (and in some cases, hears), eyes almost unblinking as he dutifully records every detail. The eggs are described, and even sketched with a light pencil.

Rikaeli walks in.

Sharrasi walks in.

Resh sneers again. "Nuh-uh! I got a cootie shot! So there! I can only give /you/ cooties." He brushes off and gives Azia a big hug. Ewww.....still gross. *smooch and drop* "Ha ha! You're even more sandy now...with thousands and thousands of cooties wehre i kissed ya too!"

Hershey blinks in from ::between::!

Sharrasi calls to Hershey, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

From the hatching sands, Quarith turns red-whirling eyes on Saria, searching out her lifemate's approval as she digs an indentation for her next offspring, the contractions becoming less intense now as the once egg-heavy queen has laid most of her clutch. After mere moments, the form of Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg becomes visible, dark and rich as it oozes its way out with relatively little effort, landing neatly in the place made ready for it.

Linora grins at Tierza. "This /is/ my first clutching," she informs her friend. She settles her elbows on her knees and her chin on her hands to watch.

Azia smiles wanly and puts a hand where she was kissed. With a sly look in her eyes, she leaps up and kisses Resh back, knocking him into the black sand. "Gotcha back!" she says coyly.

Rodan joins Tierza's laughter nervously before turning back to view the scene down on the sand.

"Oh, you're quite welcome," Nevarre replies cheerily, standing and beginning to wade through the crowds. "I've got to run, actually. Something tells me that the cooks'll be needing some help, and since I no longer burn water-" A bit of a chuckle escapes her at that recollection. "-I can actually be of help, instead of being crushed to bits here."

Khrome walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

From the hatching sands, Quarith moves carefully about her growing clutch of eggs, her great bulk casting eerie shadows around and over them, her hide still glowing ever-brightly.

From the hatching sands, Sejith's own eyes tinge yellow at his queen's efforts, lingering and hovering while attempting to appear useful.

Jahne walks in.

Rodan's eyes shift around a little as he answers, "I have to go, Im sure im not really sposed to be here..."

Resh yelps as he's pinned to the ground. "Ew...." Dirt and girl on me, yuck! "You're just givign yourself more cooties, you know!" He rolls around, squirming to get out from under the girl. "Youre' too heavy..."

Rikaeli gives a, what she hopes is, a genuine grin. Giving up on evading Rishandra she walks over to her and sits a seat away from her,"Hello Ri...er..Journeywoman." Phewph...almost forgot her 'manners' there.

Jahne goes home.

Azia jumps up, poking Resh like a typewriter. 'Cooties-schmooties! I was born immune" she quips, pushing hair out of her eyes and looking proud at her big word.

From the hatching sands, Saria glances up at T'rell curiously, testing the waters with her next statement in a tone that attempts to be light and breezy but only succeeds in sounding somewhat strained.  "I.. I'm glad you were able to make it here in time, all the same...  Perhaps it's as well that Quarith wants Sejith to stay on.  I've some, ah, Weyr matters to discuss with you once she'll let me leave, and with him here, perhaps I won't have to spend the entire time they take to harden on the sands with her this time!"

And would the appy ever be in trouble if that happened.  Rishandra arches a cool eyebrow at her,  "Thank you.  Shouldn't you be at /work/, young lady?  I'm sure April has ample things for you to be doing at gar which don't include oogling at some dragon eggs."

Linora isn't touchy. She swings her head back around to look at Tierza. "Sorry for what?" Her smile hasn't faded, but her eyes are questioning. Then she shrugs and leans forward to address Rodan across Tierza's lap. "It's prolly okay," she says with a shrug. "'less you left your hold or craft without permission or something. Where ya from?"

Serafa goes home.

Resh ponders whatto do for a moment. *slurp* Yes, he licks her...right across her cheek and nose. He rols away and giggles. "You taste icky..."

Azia prolly tastes icky from all Resh's /cooties/!!

Tierza whips her head around at someone questioning a Garish's right to be here. "Actually, Natch ahs approved anyone's attendance  here tonight. It shows our support of our weyr."

Azia bites. Be careful. Chomp.

From the hatching sands, Quarith mother-goddess-queen looms with regal grace, to which others might only aspire, over those glorious orbs that will one day produce her children. As her worshippers, supplicants all at the altar of her majesty, wait with hushed silence, she effortlessly deposits another minion-to-be upon the glittering black sands - Urban Jumble Egg.

Rikaeli twiddles slightly with her thumbs then meets Rishandra's gaze,"It's my day off." Well...sort of... She glances back at the sands as the queen lays the next egg.

From the hatching sands, T'rell winks lightly to Saria; perhaps his impassivity was simply distraction and internal discussion. "Looking for a little time off, is that it?  I guess it'll give me a little extra time, at that," he notes with an arch of one brow and a shrug of a shoulder.

Rodan says, "Im from High Reaches...and I sorta dont have permission...but then, maybe I sorta never asked for it either..."

Kurt turns his eyes from the sands and pauses his writing to lift a dark , arched brow as he listens to the children squabble. "A/hem/." he pronounces, clearing his throat, his expression rather stoic. "Shush!!" stylus is waved in the air for emphasis, before dropping back to the paper to sketch and describe the next egg.

Rodan fidgents nervously.

Azia scrambles over to her mother, kitten in hand, and tugs on her clothes. "Mama!" she whines plaintively.

From the hatching sands, Weyrwoman shrugs, loosening her jacket a bit, "Not quite what I meant.. but I'll tell you later on.  This isn't the time or the place."

Rishandra arches the other eyebrow, not really looking at the sands.  "I see.."  Her tone implies that she does indeed, and April will as soon as she talks with her.  "Well, how'd you make it over her so quickly on your 'day off'?"  A glance is given to the eggs, but no more.  They aren't blue like the ones at Fort after all.

From the hatching sands, Quarith warbles and croons brightly over her clutch, puffing out proudly at the size of it now, and makes space for another new arrival - Pulp Addiction Egg.

Rodan stands up suddenly, "I have to go...", he leans to one side as the blood rushes to his head and he nearly falls back into his seat.  "Glad to meet both of you!" he states carefully in a slurred voice.

Merra shakes her head, chuckling.  "Faranth, it's nice to know that the weyrfolk here are just as plagued as we at the 'Reaches are..."  A little more tongue in cheek, as always.  She looks down at the eggs.  "Fair-sized clutch they've got there, and with that queen egg, well... people'll certainly be curious."  She knows -she- is.

"Burn ... water?" Daeyn inquires with arched brows, frowning idly after Nevarre.  She shakes her head slowly.  "I don't know if that's nice or terribly disturbing," she amends.  "If it is a queen egg," she says judiciously.  "Nonetheless, there will be probably be folks in the galleries as many hours as the queen will let them ..."

From the hatching sands, Sejith rumbles deep in his broad chest, encouragement and admiration as he oversees this process, tail sketching nervously in the sands behind him -- far from the delicate mounds, of course.

Ysabell walks in.

Eyes glance stay on the sands as Rikaeli answers Rishandra,"I came with one of the residents at Gar with their friend... Who's a rider." She glances away as she smirks. So ha. Regaining control of her face she turns back to Rishandra and the sands.

From the hatching sands, Saria looks the clutch over with her own expression of pride, hands on hips and head held up high as she takes in the colors mingling with the glittering black sands.  "It's a fine sight.  A good big clutch for Ista Weyr," she says, "/even/ at our age," with a slight reference to the fact that she and T'rell are both 'mates from the same clutch so many turns ago.  "Let's see.." she counts under her breath. "28," she murmurs thoughtfully.

G'deon laughs softly, scooting even farther over onto the ledge.  He pulls his knees up and hugs them to his chest as brilliant flashing eyes watch the clutching far below.  "Aye, a good sized clutch.  Good markings too.  The old gal still has it in her, that's for sure."

From the hatching sands, Quarith finds that the sands are simply too cluttered now, and moves, minding every gingerly step with her great gleaming form, to clear a last space in the black sands for one more egg, and as she does, the odd shape of Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg comes into view, and with one last contraction, it drops onto the sands, where the queen supports it, pushing sand around the base to keep it stable.

Ysabell looks around, not particularly fussed with the events. She slides into an empty seat to watch.

Rishandra blinks, then glares down at her skirts.  /She/ didn't get a rider.  Oh, no, she had to walk.  Which would explain her dust covered appearance.  Of course, she only had to walk from the boat, but that's really not the point.  "I see..."  A frown down at the sands, then, "Have you been privledged to be invited to one of these before, then?"  Her tone is haughty.

From the hatching sands, Saria raises a brow, and then eyes unfocus for the briefest of moments.  "29," she finally states, matter-of-factly.  "She says they are all there, now."  Smiling broadly, she looks up at those in the galleries and salutes, in typical Saria-fashion, letting them know that the clutch is complete.

Kurt's hand is getting cramped. 28 eggs? Great Faranth. He crosses one leg over the other to create a writing surface, flicking his long hair out of the way as he sketches and writes. "HOw many more can there be?" he asks breathlessly.

Sharrasi watches down and looks at the eggs on the sands,"How beautiful those eggs are." She turns and looks at the person next to her some old grizzled fellow with a beard."I bet that that egg over there (pointing at the Cherry Garcia egg) has a bronze in it..." He grunts noncommitally.

From the hatching sands, T'rell finishes his count a few moments after Saria's, and nods confirmation. "Hey, age only makes a dragon better," he notes, lightly teasing. "Same goes for dragonriders, far as I can tell." He flashes a quick grin to the Weyrwoman, then steps back and snaps a salute back to her.

"Oh, do relax and have some fun," Merra teases her friend.  She shrugs, peering back at the Sands.  "Whether it is or not, the speculation is always fun.  Oh, hey, it's over.  Wow, twenty-nine!"  She stands reluctantly.  "Back to the 'Reaches now...?"

Azia yawns, clutching her mother's leg. "C'n we go now?" she whines sleepily.

From the hatching sands, Saria purses her lips and chuckles.  "We shall see about that," she says.  "Now, think you that Sejith can keep her occupied while we chat about those few items I mentioned earlier?"

Kellamari looks down to her daughter. "Of course, honey... Come on.." She rises, and waits for her daghter to follow before heading down the aisle.

Tierza applauds the Queen and Sejith. A magnificent clutch, truly.

Rikaeli bites her tongue to supress a sarcastic answer then takes a deep breath and says,"Why no...I haven't actually." But at least I'm not covered with dust. She runs a hand through her thankfully short hair before glancing down at the sands again.

Azia calls to Sunbeam before trolling after her mother

Azia picks up Sunbeam.

Oorla looks at the clutch one last time and gives and approving nod.  "Pretty good clutch."

Oorla heads down the stairs.

Daeyn smiles slightly.  "But this is relaxed, and I am having fun ... really."  An appraising glance over the sands.  "It's not the numbers of eggs, you know ..."  She lifts her shoulder in a shrug.  "Really, it's up to you.  Though I don't think I can stay too long."

Sharrasi smiles and applauds the Queen as well and heads back to her place before some nanny type comes looking for her...

Kellamari goes home.

Azia goes home.

G'deon stands on his perch and also begins applauding, blue eyes glimmering in the soft light.  "Well done indeed," he calls out, regardless of whether or not anyone is listening.  "Very well done."  He glances around and the people already departing and moves into an empty space on the gallery ledge, studying the glistening mound.  "Aye, Nyls, it deserves a toast."

Sharrasi goes home.

From the hatching sands, Sejith settles down in the sands, a barrier between admiring onlookers and Quarith's clutch. He can handle the gawkers. Attention has never been a problem.

Thesy goes home.

Linora stands up for a better look. "It's over?" That was fast. She turns to Tierza. "What do we do now?" Since she doesn't see any other starries around, that is. Maybe Tierza already has a ride back to Gar?

Ysabell goes home.

Khrome walks out.

Rishandra glares at the girl, raising an eyebrow.  "No, what, apprentice."  She frowns down at the sands.  "It appears you missed most of it.  Will your...friend?"  her voice raises in question at the mere idea of an apprentice having a dragon rider friend, "Will she be taking you home now?"

From the hatching sands, T'rell nods, relaxing again and wiping perspiration from his forehead. "Sure, I think he's happy."

Rikki wanders up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Merra shrugs, trying to avoid being trampled by the people leaving.  "Well, maybe just grab a snack in the main cavern, if they're having a gathering?  Then we can take off.  Although if they aren't doing anything extra, we can head right back."  Yes, even if she wouldn't mind staring at the eggs for a bit.

Kylari walks in.

Rikaeli stands up and looks around trying to find Tierza again. She looks down at Rishandra and shrugs,"I'm pretty sure she will..." If she can find her friend of a friend...Giving a...grin I guess it could be called..."It was nice seeing you Journeywoman."

Tierza says, "Hey Riki! Come on.. let's see if S'keegan is about and ready to head us back. Linora, did you need a ride as well?"

Rikaeli blinks...Did she just say nice?  Okay...What invaded her brain? Oh well... It's a nice change. Hearing Tierza's voice she turns around and saunters over to her,"Okay!"

Rishandra sighs.  It'd be nice to have friends.  But her personality doesn't exactly condone it.  She waves goodbye to the appy and takes the steps two at a time.  Sniffling.  Just a bit.

Merra grins, wrapping an arm around the brownrider's shoulder for an impromptu hug.  "We can go back, darling.  And then I can sit down in the 'Reaches living cavern and never move again," she quips.  Yet another person gets a glare when he tries to use the short woman's head as an arm rest.

Linora nods eagerly to Tierza. "Sure," she says. "I dunno where the others went." The other Starries, that is. But she surely can't stay here!

Daeyn smiles wryly.  "Well, if you're going to become stationary, I was really hoping Anwyllth could mold you into a piece of furniture.  The weyr's not quite as cluttered as he'd like.  But that's up to you," she finishes with a straight face.

From the hatching sands, Saria moves towards her weyr, then.  "Come on.  I could use a glass of something cool," she says.

From the hatching sands, Saria walks off the sands.

Violetta walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

G'deon raises a hand to salute the gold and bronze dragons on the sands, including their riders.  He then turns, nodding politely at the others in the gallery, waiting for them to move along.  "Aye, the Living Caverns," he answers a couple.

From the hatching sands, T'rell follows in complete agreement. 

From the hatching sands, T'rell strides off the sands.

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