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4/29/2001
Logfile from G'deon

** Saria just set the @party! Type @party to check it out! **

The dragons are beginning to hum at Ista Weyr! @go iw, se, hg, gall to get to the galleries; or '@move me to #2066'! Come join us and cheer on the candidates - hatching will start at 2pm MOOtime!
-- entered by Saria on 2001-04-29 13:38 MOO Time. (8 seconds)

Hynolonie slips down from Nylanth's back and stays very close to G'deon, pulling off her riding cloths as much as she can, wishing she had worn something lighter underneath. "Can.. I go with, G'deon?"

Z'diah cartwheels in from the Central Bowl.

Azrail walks to the Living Caverns.

Z'diah cartwheels to the Living Caverns.

Slippa chuckles at Miny - even as a little humming sound comes from Zizth. "Zizth?" She asks, peering at Nylanth and Gids for confirmation.

Linora walks softly in from the Living Cavern.

Slippa climbs up Zizth's apple neck to settle between silver-fuchsia iridescent 'ridges

Shava walks in from the Central Bowl.

Shava walks to the Hatching Cavern.

Zinyea places one foot carfully after the other in from the Central Bowl.

Linora walks softly to the Hatching Cavern.

Kinecha nods, looking in the direction of G'deon's point. She'll just come along for something to drink, and a piece of fruit. Something to cool her.

Kielyn wanders in from the Central Bowl.

G'deon grins at Lonie and nods quickly before his head snaps up. If he were a feline his ears would be twitching. "Nylanth... shardin'..." He laughs suddenly and changes direction. "Maybe we're in time," he adds, heading for the sands.

Kielyn wanders to the Hatching Cavern.

Zinyea places one foot carfully after the other to the Hatching Cavern.

Nylanth takes off.

Devmani walks in from the Central Bowl.

Devmani walks to the Hatching Cavern.

Zizth takes off.

Nylanth> You fly into the upper entrance of the grounds.

Nylanth> Above the Hatching Sands
Nylanth> You hover over the black hatching sands. Below, eggs cover the sands, waiting to hatch. To the west, light filters in through the large gaping maw in the cliff face, the upper entrance to the grounds from the Weyr bowl.
Nylanth> Below, you see Quarith, Sejith, and five people.
Nylanth> To the west, you see Zizth.
Nylanth> Obvious exits:
Nylanth> Down Bowl Ledge

Nylanth> You glide down for a landing.

Nylanth> Ledge
Nylanth> 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.
Nylanth> 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.
Nylanth> Gliding about is Grimna.
Nylanth> Gold Chayath is here.
Nylanth> Shaela, Tevya, and Devmani are here.
Nylanth> Obvious exits:
Nylanth> Galleries Fly

Nylanth> From the hatching sands, Saria smiles. "Things are well.. though it's sharding hot out here."

Nylanth> Zizth lands neatly, and furls her wings.

Z'diah cartwheels in from the Living Cavern.

You go to the Hatching Grounds Entrance.

Hatching Grounds Entrance (#4385)
The imposing height of this tunnel is a mere shadow of the cavern beyond. Worn smooth by time and touch, the walls and floor reflect turns of passage by candidate and observer alike, dusted gently by a smattering of coarse black sand; heat and excitement are palpable here as well, cooled somewhat by the breeze that filters in from the bowl. Broad, shallow stairs sweep up to the galleries for more general observation, while a broad, lower tunnel leads towards the sands themselves.
Obvious exits:
Sands Galleries Bowl

Z'diah cartwheels in from the Southeastern Bowl.

You go to the Galleries.

Galleries (#2066)
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 eighteen firelizards.
Vhiris, Fiana, Kanami, Misra, Cristen, Mirenda, Aimee, Shava, Linora, Kielyn, and Zinyea are here.
Obvious exits:
Ledges Stairs

On the ledge, Slippa slides down from Zizth's apple neck and lands gently on the ground.

Z'diah cartwheels up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

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

Slippa scatters down off one of the ledges.

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

Kinecha saunters quietly up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

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

Misra, having escaped her chaperone without much difficulty, her feline slung over her shoulder rather like a sack of potatoes, slides into a seat near the front which she feels she has every right to be seated in because if she doesn't sit near the front she's too short to see much of anything.

On the ledge, Tevya twists her head to the side before finally, "Galleries..yes..the galleries." A hug is thrown round the draggie rider before Tevya breaks away, beaming.

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

G'deon quickly moves towards the far side, nearest the dragons. He grins back at Hynolonie and waves her towards him before turning back to wink at Slippa. "Always a step ahead of me today," he says excitedly.

On the ledge, T'nar slides from Salbaheth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Shava hmms as she considers a seat to take, and decides that one of the middle tiers sounds good, and she leaves any and all the apprentices that she came with, alone, letting them cheer the four that were Searched from them.

On the ledge, T'nar makes his way carefully down into the galleries.

T'nar scatters down off one of the ledges.

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

On the ledge, Pyrene carefully descends the cliff of Cadgwith's shoulder and foreleg until she's safely on land again.

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

Pyrene scatters down off one of the ledges.

Liberi walks in.

From the hatching sands, Char pats the skin at her side with a grin for the weyrwoman. "That's what this is for. The candidatest gave me a good idea. Take water out onto the sands... Keep people from passing out. We can't have people passing out, after all."

Liberi heads down the stairs.

From the hatching sands, Lysa runs her fingers through her hair and scratches her scalp hard, then looks over to Char with a big smile. Lysa, one of the more obscure assistant weyrling masters, stretches a little more, then siddles up to Char. "Yeah.. its hot out there.. You going to .. share that water?"

Following the traffic, Kinecha moves to take a seat next to someone she knows, "G'deon? What's going on?" As if the guard couldn't guess on her own. Sitting, she rolls up the sleeves of her darkblue tunic.

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

From the hatching sands, Quarith rumbles lowly, raising her head and turning it around to nudge Sejith's neck. She looks down at the eggs and warbles, then her throat starts to wobble, shimmering gold resonating a warm humming that grows...

Slippa chuckles at G'deon, her eyes flashing with the excitement she feels - "Oh, it's just like when we were down on the sands - but we're up here!" She says with a little squeek of excitement, worming her way over to fellow Kamikaze rider and linking an arm with him. "Ain't it great?"

Miny walks up the stairs. "Hmm...bigger than I thought it would be..." she mutters, and finds a seat.

Hynolonie scoots up next to G'deon and peers at him. "Are.. Are we going to see Hannah today?... Is this the Hatching she is at?"

Pyrene scrambles down from the ledge, leaving Cadgwith to settle herself and hum along with the Istan dragons. "G'deon! Slippa! Lonie?" she calls out, seeing random High Reaches types through the crowd. "Oh, nudge over and make some room for me, won't you?"

G'deon takes a seat on a ledge quite a few rows back. Convenient for someone who's a bit taller than most. "The dragons began humming," he explains in a hushed voice, pointing up at the ledges, filling with dragons already. "The eggs must be ready."

Zinyea moves quietly and quickly to a spot where she perhaps won't be bothered or noticed, shifting uncomfortably in the heat, especially since she's fresh from ::between:: with some other Hold people. Silently, she observes both the goings on on the sands and the reaction of her bronze to said events. Almost inaudibly she says, "It's not yet..."

Mirenda strides in. Good, she'll be able to get an adequate seat. And she seats herself, eyes casting a jovial glow out over the sands. How exciting, the first time she'll get to watch a hatching. Yes, well, obviously, she doesn't get out much.

On the ledge, Tevya grabs Dev's hand with a certain flourish before waving to the Gold rider.. "I'm going to get a seat..thanks for..the ride!" She beams, quite possibly more excited than the candidates themselves.

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

Tevya scatters down off one of the ledges.

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

Tevya heads down the stairs.

Misra kicks her legs and squeezes the feline in her lap excitedly. She looks all around her with her eyes very wide, beaming fit to split her face in half, not at all daunted by the crowd as many little girls her age might be.

On the ledge, Devmani makes his way carefully down into the galleries.

Devmani scatters down off one of the ledges.

Phea walks in.

T'nar heads down from the ledge stairs, glancing about as he smiles. Moving around through the growing crowd of people, he finds himself a place to sit, settling down comfortably.

From the hatching sands, Char peers through a squinted eye at Lysa, hugging the waterskin possessively against her. "Yes," she replies, and then grins, "It's supposed to be for the candidates..." She glances at Quarith and her eyes widen in brasure. "Oh, dear. Here we go." Forgetting what she'd said about the water being for the candidates, she pops the top off and downs a gulp or two.

Seif walks in.

Natch makes her way up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Miny stares at the dragons, and eggs, and firelizards...Cool.

Surupa walks in.

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

Natch strides in, not really looking too happy to be here, even if it is a hatching. She looks around for anyone she knows.. anywhere.

Kinecha nods slowly, staring down at the sand, then decides that her tunic is far too hot for this place then pulls it over her head, to reveal the shortsleeved gray tunic underneath. "Merra was Searched, wasn't she?" the guard whispers to G'deon.

Z'diah waves to Natch from the back of the stands.

Slippa waves a hand at Natch - wondering if the Holder will remember her. Y'know, the girl who slipped and fell and broke her arm during bunny sliding?

Natch ah ha's at the familiar face behind the waving hand and heads toward the back of the stands and her favorite brown rider. "Hi there."

Hynolonie waves Pyrene over, and does manage to squish over enough to allow more room on the bench for the former nanny. "Sit by me!"

Tevya plops down on the vacant area near Kielyn before beaming, "Hiya Kiely!" A quick hug and she peers out at the sands.

Natch gives Slippa a smile of recognition and a wave.

Azrail looks down at the sands but recognizes Tevya. "Hay theres a hatching! And I only came here to bring a message. Azrail sits next to Tevya.

G'deon nods to Kinecha before grinning at Slippa and Lonie both, waving with his free arm to Pyrene. "Merra and Hannah both," he replies, scooting over to make room for the others.

"Merra and Hannah," Pyrene mutters helpfully to Kinecha. "I think they were the only ones Searched from us this time." She settles down next to Hynolonie, brat or no brat and leans forward. "I'm betting on Hannah this time. What do they say? Third time lucky? Besides, easier odds over here when R'sli's not fixing it." Such accusations.

Tevya grins as she moves down just a bit to make room for Dev, tween her and Kiely. "I know..I was so surprised, and guess what! Shaela gave me a ride here!" Face positively happy at having ridden a gold.

Natch looks down at the small empty space next to Z'diah and half teasingly asks "This spot taken?"

Surupa slips in silently, her amber eyes wide as she glances about the crowded spaces for a free bench. The familiar fellow Herders are taken notice, and the young woman quickly slips closer towards them with quick deep breaths. Bad idea to be late at such an event.. "Seif?" She murmurs, tilting her head to one side as she glances down towards the sands and then towards an empty seat, which she quickly leaps upon. She won't be standing around here.

Z'diah looks up at Natch. "Yep.. by you."

Right, Merra and Hannah, though Kinecha couldn't place Hannah, so she would be rooting for Merra, whom she'd at least talked with more than once.

From the hatching sands, Elle slowly crosses the sands, each step carefully placed so as not to twist an ankle in the tensile substance. She runs her fingers through her hair, eyes moving from the eggs to the humming gold and on to the other rider's present. "Good morning."

"Hatching, hatching, hatching!" Seif sings, prancing up the steps in a scary, girlish manner. Hand flaps blithely to anyone and everyone, accompanied by a saccharine beam. "Rupa! Heyas!" Over to fellow-herder he shuffles, wasting no time in striking up a conversation. "How are you faring at Gar?"

"Oh, we've got some Reachies down on the Sands?" Slippa beams, peering over the ledges and down at the eggs. "Rather bright eggs them, aren't they? And yes, Zizth, /your/ egg was /far/ nicer than these. Of course," she tuts, rolling her eyes. Silly green, she seems to be implying.

Azrail smiles more as he rode a bronze. "How many eggs are there can you see." Azrail crains his neck to see the sands below."

Miny ask no one in paticuler (sp? I can't spell) "How /do/ dragons know when the eggs are ready?"

Misra looks over at the rest of the 'reached contingent, her green eyes wide. She doesn't exactly know who all those people are. She's seen them, yes, but most grown-ups are just grups to her at the moment. Still, she thinks she might've heard her mother's name, with her sharp little ears.

Kielyn glances up from her muses of the sands below to turn a smiling visage to Tevya. "Hi there! Wow... It's so crowded here. Musta been hard to find me." Giggling she peers over at Devmani with an equally cheerful smile. "That's wonderful!"

Devmani flops down beside Tevya and Kielyn, giving them both big, squishy hugs. "Hi! Oh..wow..look! Eggs! Y'see? See? Lots of 'em!" Hans and Soujirou are both perched on a shoulder, and Aisha is curled up inside Dev's sack, peeking out now and then.

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

Natch chuckles and sits, scrunching into the space and winking up at Z'diah. "Long time no see."

On the ledge, Tai drops from Yshanth's sunny neck and makes contact with the earth beneath her.

Zinyea recognizes... noone, but observes the crowd anyway, taking in knot colors and shapes and commiting them to memory. Quietly, she moves down a few benches to be closer the the actual riders, black and blue knots or not, if merely to listen to the reactions of people who stood out there and Impressed.

Hynolonie peers at Pyrene and smiles. She's officially not a brat anymore, and if what she's been working on, she won't be at HRW anymore. SHe doesn't seem to have the least bit of fear towards the goldrider anymore now. "I think Hannah will make it too."

Mirenda peers around. is she the only one here without a friend to sit by? Well, it doesn't bother her any. She didn't come here to mingle, she wants to see a hatching! Does she even have a speciafic person to cheer for? Well, uh. "Go Healers, go Istans." she murmurs to herself, smiling.

From the hatching sands, Char takes a deep breath, brushing the last vestiges of wetness from her lips. She grins, abashed, at the others. "Well, seems the skin is going to come into use sooner than I'd thought." She peers at the blue already on the ledges, thrumming away. "Hmm. seems Aztereth is getting better than I at this guessing thing."

On the ledge, Chayath croons a greeting to her clutchmate, sunlit wings extending for balance as she shuffles aside to make room for the smaller dragon. Meanwhile, Shaela waves Yshanth's rider over, "Tai!" she calls from her precarious perch on the edge of the ledge. "Come, have a seat!"

Misra drops Robin Goodfellow.

Robin Goodfellow slips around the outer wall and out onto the dragon-ledges.

On the ledge, Robin Goodfellow comes up from the galleries looking for a dragon -- I know I parked around here somewhere.

Surupa's amber optics dim to the sight of Seif, her usual tanned face paling quickly as she looks from the sands and back to the younger Herder. "Gar. Gar has been good, actually. Nervous for Khaelyn, I see? I really do hope she Impressed, but she will be missed in the Hall." And this brings her attention back towards the sands where eggs all lay and where the candidates will soon spill out upon.

"Cadge's clutch was prettier too!" Pyrene declares firmly, before realising that might be a little indiscreet considering her current location. "Of course, Ista usually does lovely dragons..." Nice save. Ahem. "Where are the candidates?" she wonders, ever impatient at this point of a hatching.

Pia pads up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

From the hatching sands, Teza slinks quietly out onto the sands.

From the hatching sands, Lysa peers at Char.. and almost wants to just take the hide for a drink herself. "Dragons often are." The greenrider's lips pull into a wider smile and she pokes Char lightly. "Come on.. share."

Michel favors his right leg as he approaches up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Daeyn stalks restively up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

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

Misra happens to see Daeyn and cringes down a little lower in her seat. Oh, yes, I'm supposed to be right here, didn't you know?

Pia appears at the bottom of the tiers, lips pursed thoughtfully as she scans the crowds for /some/ familiar face.

Tevya nods, "I would've if Cy hadn't spotted you." She pokes the bronze on her shoulder, "Makes it easier, when you've an ariel view." A giggle before she returns a squishy hug to Dev.

Phea ambles up the stairs, murmuring (or hissing, even) arbitrarily-chosen curses. "I shouldn't be here. Not near... /dragons!/" Cringe. Healer never did possess the fondness for big, scary, sharp-toothed things. A seat is spotted, and swiftly pounced upon.

On the ledge, Tai squeals, swinging down off of Yshanth's back and sidling, skin in hand, Shaela's way. "Hey!" she calls, grinning, scooching up next to the goldrider. "Hi.

From the hatching sands, Saria doesn't look too surprised at this, and glances at Char. "Actually, I could honestly use some of that myself - if you wouldn't mind?" She looks plaintively at the bluerider. "I'm apparently going to be here for quite a while." She jerks her head up Quarith's way with a meaningful look.

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

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

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

On the ledge, Thesy gently slides down Sardrinth's neck, startled by a huge frosted muzzle sniffing at her, and lands with a soft thud.

On the ledge, R'gis slides down Peorth's shoulder, hopping lightly from the proferred forelimb.

On the ledge, Robin Goodfellow makes his way carefully down into the galleries.

Robin Goodfellow scatters down off one of the ledges.

On the ledge, Sasha slides with great care down Branwyth's extended forearm, landing on the ground.

Misra picks up Robin Goodfellow.

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

Sasha scatters down off one of the ledges.

From the hatching sands, Char leans away from Lysa, grinning impishly. "No. Get your own." She turns towards Saria just to spite the greenrider. "You want some? I was actually thinking of you, too, when I brought this out here." She slips over to the weyrwoman with a 'look' for Lysa and pops the cap off of the skin. "There should be enough to go around. Hopefully we won't have to revive any candidates."

On the ledge, "Ooh, watch out, she comes bearing wine," Shaela laughs, eyeing the skin in Tai's grasp. "A classic Benden, perhaps, to mark the occasion?" She must inquire, after all, she may be inclined to have /some/.. just as a celebratory drink, of course, not because she likes it or anything.

Seif is quite nervous for Khaelyn, really, which could be why he's babbling excessively. "Yeah, yeah, that's good. The Hall's been.. well.. boring." 'Brows raise in a contemplative expression, lips pursed. "I dunno if I'd miss Khae or not. But, then again, Khae and a dragon are even scarier than plain 'ole Khae."

On the ledge, Cadgwith thrums a touch louder as more Reaches dragons arrive, eyes whirling at them briefly before turning to the Sands again. Eggs. Pretty to look at yes, but they're lots of work too, kids... A dragon is for life, not just for turnover. Not that she's enjoying her role as voice of experience or anything...

Devmani latches onto Tevya, positivly -glowing-. "Isn't this great, Tevya? Isn't it? The eggs are so pretty! And all the dragons..and all these people!"

Azrail glances about the sands but spots someone out of the corner of his eye. He stands up from his seat and walks through the crowd to where Sasha is standing. "Hi Sasha." Azrail braces himself incase she is still mad at him, hoping the incident has been forgotten.

<All> Nylanth senses that Misumith thinks << Thrum! >>

On the ledge, "Exactly, Benden," Tai says cheerfully, balancing the skin on her knees and grasping the ledge with her palms. "Something for fun. I didn't miss anything, eh?"

<All> Nylanth senses that Larisseth harrrums. Thrum thrum thrum.

<All> Nylanth senses that Cadgwith stutters. << Ththrum! >>

"Misi!" Daeyn navigates through the stands, picking her way past, around and a few cases over people, with a death-grip on Idalyn, who would like nothing more to be everywhere at once. "Where's your ride?" This while casting worriedly around for the person who brought the girl.

Dusky pads on little cat feet up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Tevya nods, face beaming also, "Its so..amazing!" She turns to grin at Azrail but he must've disappeared in all the excitement. "Kiely..this is so..wow!" First time hatching viewer here..

<All> Nylanth senses that Zizth adds her soprano <<Thrrrrrrummmm>>

Slowly, Surupa leans forward and furrows her 'brows with quite a depressed look upon her face. "It'll be just the same, actually. I 'member when Cay Impressed that I rarely had gotten to see her much. I will be sure to miss Khae, though. I thought you would have too," she turns, looking towards Seif with her eyebrows arched up on her forehead and already little beads of sweat trickling down as she turns once again. Full attention goes down below.

Linora makes herself small in her seat, not even looking for familiar faces now. Practically anyone she might know here would be standing on the sands anyhow. She wraps her arms around herself and stares at the sands, oblivious to the crowd pressing around her.

Kinecha isn't say much as she sits quietly next to G'deon, occationally wiping sweat off her brow. It really was to hot in here, doesn't everybody agree. "Where're the candidate," she whispers to the bronzerider next to her.

<All> Nylanth senses that Taberuth and her excitement grows, ladening heavy handfulls of cinnamon and apple to spice the link. << Hatchings are smashing and eggies go pop! >>

<All> Nylanth senses that Branwyth thrums softly, warm tendrils of benden wine trickling around her like an aura....<<thrrrrrruuuummmm!"

Devmani is a first timer as well..meeps.. "Oh..Tevya..you got to ride a gold, didn't you? Was it fun? Was it? I bet it was!"

<All> Nylanth senses that Almirath thinks << :adds her voice to the welcoming commity, bright hues of playful peaches dancing into the mental mix of minds. <<Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!>> >>

<All> Nylanth senses that Chayath joins in, at first delicate, then with greater confidence: indeed, it will be her turn again in not so many months to sit on the Sands and witness the birth of her children. << Thrummmmmmmmmmmmmmm. >>

Aodhan blinks in from ::between::!

Kielyn chuckles. "Ah! So /that's/ your secret. How is the flying stomach anyway?" Her own flying stomach, or at least one of them, chirps politely and faces the sands with her emerald muzzle after a failed attempt at nonchallance. "Yes.. It is really amazing." Kiely smiles distantly as she strokes Claire's soft hide before grinning back at the two.

On the ledge, Danae slides from Almirath's neck and lands gently on the ground.

<All> Nylanth senses that Yshanth adds her own lush voice, grassy greens and bright flowers: << Hummmmmmm! >>

In the midst of so many strangers, even an unpleasantly familiar face is better than nothing. "Slippa," Pia hails agreeably. "Haven't seen you in a while..." Mounting the last few steps to reach Slippa's side, the Vintner settles herself gracefully -- and without invitation -- next to the greenrier.

<All> Nylanth senses that Misumith floats up in the clouds and watches all the little people run around, not thinking of them as food for once as she quietly thruuuuuums.

On the ledge, "Nah, not yet," Shaela assures, glancing yet again at the Sands. "The dragons have only just barely begun to thrum, really. Chayath and I were a bit ahead of the mark in arriving.. she's got a good sense about these sorts of things, it seems."

<All> Nylanth senses that Aztereth lashes the link with brilliant shades of blue and gold, excitedly thrumming.

G'deon points in a vague direction for Kinecha and grins. "They should be coming soon now..."

<All> Nylanth senses that Larisseth thrums. Harumm. Da da dum. Harumm. Thrum. Thrum. Da dum. Harummmmmm.

Tevya laughs, "Fine..eating left and right, as usual." She pulls out a flask before uncapping it and taking a large and grateful sip of the cool, delicious brew..fruit juice..

Slippa blinks at Pia, then forces a smile through the pink braids which've fallen across her face. "Hey," she mumbles, eyes focused on the sands. "How come you're not going to be down there? Seems them dragons're always whisking you off. Why not this time?"

<All> Nylanth senses that Rubyth adds his own lazy vaguely blue-hued thrummmmmm to the general pre-Hatching cacophany.

Michel follows his brownrider mate closely, sighing in releif when they find the little girl. No matter how often he tries to take over taking care of his son, she's still not willing to let him go.

<All> Nylanth senses that Cadgwith is not at all delicate and just splashes enthusiasm gaily around, generously sharing part of her humming for Chayath's eggs-to-be. Just be glad it'll be a while yet before she's ready to spawn again.

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

Natch natters softly with Z'diah

Sasha strolls from the ledge where she has left Branwyth into the galleries, waving to people she recognises and smiling softly at those she has not met before. Starting at the sound of an unfamiliar voice she turns and sees Azrail. Her head is tilted slightly as she struggles to remember where she has seen him before..." um...Hey" she smiled uncertainly.

On the ledge, "That's fair then," Tai says, peering around at the slew of arriving riders. "I was in the area, and so here I am. I love how warm it is here," she adds, swinging her feet cheerily.

Misra stares sedately down at the Hatching Sands without looking up at Daeyn. A careless half-shrug that's barely a twitch of the shoulders in combination with a mumbled, "Dunno" is the four-Turn-old weyrbrat's only answer.

<All> Nylanth senses that Misumith blanks her mind for a moment, then from her ledge starts a slow drumming rythm.. drum roll time.

"Never been a candidate for Ista," Pia replies, tone bearing hints of forced friendliness. "Only 'Reaches, as you should well know."

<All> Nylanth senses that Catiminith ripples a response, throaty tones whorled with aquamarine and turquoise. << Thrummmmm. >> He'll stick with a group mentality, for now. << Thrummmmm. >>

From the hatching sands, Saria looks at Char, and chuckles at Lysa before taking a grateful sip of the water and then stopping, still. "Is someone getting the Candidates?" she asks with a sudden note of panic in her voice. "Char.. Lysa .. someone better get the Candidates in here!"

Pyrene waves to Sasha and sends a rather sardonic grin at Pia. "Come to watch?" she calls to the latter, since Sasha seems to have decided to hang around some random person (the nerve!). "What're your bets?"

Kylianna walks in.

"I must admit," Pia replies, rather dryly, to Pyrene, "that I enjoy Hatchings much more in the stands than the sands. Cooler. Much less stressful."

Rhylar walks in.

On the ledge, Danae dismounts and strolls over to the other riders, taking a seat on the ledges at a place where she can chat and still have Almi at arms reach. "Heyla all." she smiles brightly, cheerfully, as she looks from riders to eggs.

Mirenda observes the crowds, the chatter of the others reaching her ears as incohherant mumbles. Sigh. Why can't someone she knows just suddenly stumble in? An ebon tendril of hair is tucked behind her ear, and grey orbs return to watching the sands. Hopefully this is going to start soon!

Hatching Grounds **BROADCASTING** (#4321)
The heat here is stifling, encompassing, swallowing mind and hazing sight into waved oblivion. Sparkling, coarse black sand simmers with volcanic urgency underfoot, its hillocks and dunes arranged to queen's liking; reflected light filters in, offered no even perceived respite. When empty, the vault of this cavern is hushed, still that echoes and rebounds; when occupied, it is intensified: clutch dominates view, and off to one side, protected by broody and watchful gold, is Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg. Every sound resounds twicefold as loud as was intended.
Flitting about is IstaWeyrBldr.
Gold Quarith and bronze Sejith are here.
You see Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Egg, Cherry Garcia Egg, Southern Pecan Pie Egg, Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg, Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg, Creamy Vanilla Scoop Egg, Coffee Heath Bar Crunch Egg, Everything But The... Egg, Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg, Urban Jumble Egg, Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg, Wild Blueberry Strawberry Everyberry Scoop Egg, Doonesbury Sorbet Egg, Peanut Turtles Egg, Pulp Addiction Egg, and From Russia With Buzz Egg here.
You notice K'ven asleep here.
Saria, Lysa, Elle, Char, and Teza are here.
Obvious exits:
Entrance

Daeyn sighs and glances back at her mate with a rueful half-grimace. "If I set him down, will you keep him from climbing down and thumping the eggs?" she asks, mostly joking ... mostly. She frowns at Misra, brows arching, and deciding to let it go. "We'll join you, Misi."

From the hatching sands, Char blinks at Saria and then looks over at Lysa and Elle and whoever else is already congregating on the sands for the happy event. "Um... It's not my job anymore," she suggests and points at the two greenriders.

Lylia walks in.

Sasha grins at Pyrene. "Hey! Its all happening here isn't it! " she winks and chuckles...."last time I was at one of these I came away with first prize!"

Eileithyia walks in.

From the hatching sands, Lysa coughs.. and is about to look faint from lack of hydration when the shout from the weyrwoman catches her attention. "Yes Ma'am." She then turns to Elle and smiles. "Would you like to gather them together? Or would you like to do the honors yourself?"

Misra shrugs again, somewhat relieved that she isn't in trouble, and beams up at Daeyn with the innocence that only a four-Turn-old can muster, whether it's deserving or not. "Awright."

On the ledge, Shaela nods in agreement, already having stripped down to the bare minimum of clothing -- her leather riding pants, and white undershirt -- and tied her hair back in a hasty bun. The rest of her gear lies beside her in a tidy pile. "A tad too warm for my taste," she admits, "But it's such a nice change from the wet of the spring thaw we have back home."

Schala walks in.

From the hatching sands, Saria looks at Char understandingly. "I know," she says softly. "I'm just a bit nervous." She looks up at Quarith. "Even though it's been 20 years of this, now.."

Pyrene grins, willing to take even dry courtesy. "And a better view too. I can never see anything down there. Much better up here, with a bit of height to see over things." Sasha is winked at. "Really? I thought Branwyth was more of a consolation prize.... Now, Chanticoth, that would have been a first place effort!"

Azlynn looks around at all the people before taking a seat near the side, where there's a nice view. At least until more folks show up.

Ragnarok suddenly blinks in before you, bringing the bitter chill of ::between:: with him.

On the ledge, R'gis slides down the green side of his lifemate and has to dodge slightly once on the ledge when she starts shuffling a little with excitement, her glowing eyes focused on the eggs below.

From the hatching sands, Elle peels her riding jacket off, draping it over one shoulder as her eyes travel in the direction of Saria, "Everyone tends to be nervous at these things." Naturally, she doesn't include herself in this, but the gossimer-wings are aflutter in her tummy.

Schala calls to Ragnarok, who lands gently on her shoulder, eyes swirling contentedly.

From the hatching sands, Jozelle moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, out onto the sands.

Natch starts to actually relax, realizes she was dragged off at a bad moment and begins to preen herself into some sort of presentable state.

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

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

Azrail smiles at the greenrider. "You don't remember, the guy that help knock you into that stream, will your dragon was proddy." Azrail find it hard to say all this without cracking up.

From the hatching sands, Hannah walks with youthful grace out onto the sands.

From the hatching sands, Beyla walks with a distinct bounce in her step out onto the sands.

On the ledge, Tai nods, running a hand through shoulder-length hair to sweep it back into a knot at the back of her head. There we go. "It gets so gloomy when it's all wet and squishy and such back home."

From the hatching sands, Libby strides out onto the sands.

G'deon slowly loosens the ties on his tunic as he continues to scoot forward, bit by bit, almost off the bench. "These are so exciting," he says in a whispered rush.

From the hatching sands, Marianne sweeps confidently, with just the slightest hint of a whisper out onto the sands.

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

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia steps out onto the sands.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn hurries out onto the sands.

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

On the ledge, Thesy shucks off her jacket and stuffs it into one of the pouches affixed to Sardrinth's straps, making room for it in there by taking out a wineskin. "There we go again," she says softly as she sidles up to her weyrmate, smiling at the others.

From the hatching sands, Char chuckles, patting the waterskin at her side. "Absolutely no reason to be nervous. We've got all the water we need, right here." Yes, Char's nervous, too, she just doesn't show it in the same manner. She tugs at a strap on her bathing suit--yep, she's dressed comfortably out here on the sands. She's not stupid.

Raevien walks in.

Miny watches the candidates finally walk out onto the sands.

From the hatching sands, Naomi bounces out onto the sands.

From the hatching sands, Orbit hops, skips and jumps cheerfully out onto the sands.

From the hatching sands, Sorcen strides confidently out onto the sands.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc walks nonchalantly out onto the sands.

"Ah, here they come," states Pia mildly, glancing over at Pyrene and then back at Slippa. "Try to avoid getting misty-eyed, at least for my sake."

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

Misra lets out an abrupt, happy squeal as she sees her mother walk out on the Sands. She claps her little hands and stands up on her seat, very nearly dislodging the feling sprawled across her torso.

From the hatching sands, Egan squees out onto the sands.

G'deon lets out a cheer as the two High Reaches Weyr Candidates step out to the sands. He waves to them, ignoring the fact that they probably can't see the people up in the galleries. "Fantastic! It's beginning..."

Natch shifts in her seat and mutters something about a Garish candidate.

Pyrene ohs and points. "/There/ they are." The little white line is always rather obvious. "Look, there's Merra and Hannah--over there look!" she points them out happily to Lonie, Sasha, Pia--or anybody else in unfortunate earshot of her rather piercing squeal. Such trivial matters as Lylia's arrival go un-noticed.

Lylia slinks quickly through the crowded galleries, looking for a friendly face. Or even a less than friendly face, as long as it's recognizable. The brownrider finally selects her prey. "Hey Py. Hey Sasha." Happy little brownrider.

From the hatching sands, The candidates, once gathered, form a semicircle of nervous white robes, and glancing at each other for reassurance, they step forward as one, and bow to Quarith, Sejith, and Saria in unison.

Kinecha's eyes are glued to the sands now that the Candidate have appeared, darting from the eggs to the people hoping to impress, then nearly jumps as G'deon cheers.

On the ledge, R'gis grins broadly at his weyrmate and nods as he pulls her close against his side and leans them both against his green lifemate so that she'll at least be still.

On the ledge, "Indeed." Not to say that there aren't non-gloomy things in Shaela's life at the moment, but now is not the time for gossip. "Candidates!" She points excitedly. She'll never tire of Hatching Day.

Slippa frowns at Pia. "Misty-eyed? Me?" She sniffs, tossing a braid back from her face, the bead on the end clicking gently with another. "Oh, Candidates," she mumbles, standing up to see if she recognises any. Not really, though.

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

Pyrene leans her head back to blink up at Lylia. "Oh, you made it! A mark says a brown hatches first?" she queries impishly.

From the hatching sands, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Egg wobbles from side to side, the initial glimmer of movement among the clutch. The baking sands seem to have baked this tasty treat long enough. Flakes and cracks riddle the surface of the egg...

Raevien makes his one to someone somewhat recognizable. "Pyrene," he says all nice-ly like, somewhat. "Can I sit here? Or, rather, may I?" Not.. by her. But in one of the seats near her.

From the hatching sands, Merra rises from her bow and continues her death-grip on Hannah's hand, reaching with her free hand to snag Sorcen. "Faranth... it's happening!" Hooray for obvious statements.

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

Torra walks in.

Tevya trembles in excitement as she spots the candidates, "Dev..the candidates!"

From the hatching sands, Izzady's daze more that that of complete shock. Eyes look around in wonderment, staring longly at the galleries at the crowd. Those gathered are scanned over for quite some time in search of those he knows, as he shuffles into position amongst the others.

Daeyn shakes her head and tries not to laugh, taking a moment to give Idalyn a miniature lecture. "Now, you stay right here and be good ..." Idalyn peers back at her with a look you'd swear he'd learned from Misra herself. "I'll be good," he echoes with an innocent kidlet grin. Daeyn sighs and starts to say more when, "it's Merra!" Grasp of the obvious, indeed. Down goes Idalyn, carefully. "All yours, love," she murmurs. Careful what you wish for, cook.

On the ledge, Tai squeaks in agreement, legs now kicking with the rhythm of the ever-present dragon-hum. "Hey, remember when we Impressed?" Uh oh. Nostalgia.

From the hatching sands, Hannah clings to Merra's hand tightly, her wide eyes frozen on the eggs before her. She gulps, blinks, and turns to cast a glance at the galleries. Any familiar faces are lost to the sea of people that occupy the once vacant benches.

Surupa leaps out from her seat as soon as Khaelyn appears upon the sands, her hands waving above her head in greeting as she calls out her name. But perhaps that would make her young friend nervous? "Seif! Look, there she is!" Long golden hair is tossed to the side before she ignores her seat completely and stands up to full height in order to watch.

Linora sits forward in her seat as the white-clad canidatates appear, a smile lighting her eyes as she recognizes her fellow StarCraft apprentices... and Tierza! She almost waves, but she's sure they've got other things on their minds, so she sits on her hands.

Zinyea can't tell candidate from candidate, but is now rooted in complete silence to her spot, blue eyes shifting from the people, to the eggs, to the people again. Wonderful!

Natch points "There she is.." she nudges Z'diah. "If Tierza impresses, you have to befriend her you know."

From the hatching sands, Tierza bows and loks around..

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn is shifting nervously, toes curling against the sands and uncurling. Ow. "Does someone have extra sandals?" she whispers to the rest of the candidates as she rises from the bow. And then, "Filli!" She inches over and grabs the other herder's hand in a deathgrip.

From the hatching sands, Libby shuffles her feet a bit, flapping her arms slightly and not really knowing where to look. Eyes eventually settle on the first egg to make a move, candidate side-glancing for those she knows best.

From the hatching sands, Naomi looks more than a little unbalanced as she waddles forward onto the sands, staring around with no actual comprehension. "Where do I go?" She got this far...

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia reaches out for her enemy, Naomi, without realizing what she's doing. "I'm gonna fall!" She warns as her platform-sandaled foot sinks into the sands, leaving her wobbly. As she predicted, Lors tips over with a grab at Naomi's robes, only to land face first in the sand.

Miny, since she's sitting near Pyrene, looks at Merra and Hannah. "Hope they Impress."

Torra goes home.

Rhylar walks in, scanning the area for anyone he knows. The candidates are filing into the Grounds, so it seems, and he views Khaelyn. The apprentice grins and finds a vacant seat with a good view, and settles in to watch. Taking a deep breath he whistles loudly /just/ for Khaelyn. Wave!

Sarhai walks in.

Sarah walks in.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia finishes the upsweep of her bow and with a nervous shake takes glance towards the galleries. Gazing around, she moves close to Libby with a half smile for the other starrie.

Sasha looks affronted and scowls at her friend "Consolation prize? How dare you! You know that green is best! You just won't admit it cos its a colour too near your own complexion!" she grins with a twinkle in her eye at Pyrene and then grins at Azrail...."Oh that was you! guess my memory is as bad as Bran's at Proddy time! "Seeing the candidates enter and bow she smiles knowingly and her eyes glaze as she reminisces silently with Branwyth....

From the hatching sands, Filli after finishing with the bow she looks around as the heat starts comming in through her sandles. At her name she turns and grabs Khaelyns hand, "Amazing isn't it." she whispers to the other herder.

On the ledge, "How could I forget?" Shaela laughs with a teasing poke to her clutchmate. Okay, better watch those pokes -- their perch /is/ rather in a precarious spot.

From the hatching sands, Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg trembles lightly. Delicately on the sands. Not quite yet.

From the hatching sands, Tierza catches egan's hand and looks wildly about, shards, the sands are hot.. even through her sandals..

On the ledge, Bounding down from her lifemate's shoulders - and beaming like a mad fool - Lyne casts hungry eyes towards the Sands as white robed Candidates begin to file out. Perching herself upon the edge of the ledge, she suddenly spots who she's looking for and squeals with pent-up excitement. "SORCEN!" Wildly she waves her arms, just to let him know she's here...and watching just as intently as Magnolth

From the hatching sands, Beyla is one of those to break the ranks slightly, shifting nervously from foot to foot. "Shard it...so warm." she mutters. "No... not... warm. Not gonna pass out." Eek! Hold her. Someone. To stop her before she falls.

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

From the hatching sands, Nanoc shuffles out like the others. As the group reaches their destination and break off around the eggs, he glances quickly towards the galleries, expressionless out of nerves before whipping his head back as some one taps his arm to grab hold.

From the hatching sands, Egan is here, now. Ohh boy. Shuffling across sands with finally found sandals, he bows curtly and all, then continues.. and is caught. "Ee! My hand! I mean, oh, hi Ti." Meep.

From the hatching sands, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Egg would not deign to melt, but is instead consumed from the inside out. Chocolate is the first to go, naturally. Cream follows after and dough is last. Dessert is relished as the scene unfolds. No actors here, only a sunset's beauty in the form of Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet.

From the hatching sands, Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet
From the hatching sands, Dusk's wan light spills over the horizon of her cresting 'ridges, leaving their jagged silhouettes in the depths of an evening's shadow while basking the rest of her svelte, draconic form with the last vestiges of a poet's vista. Twilight's glow shimmers across her rambling sage, beguiling the lines of her elegant visage while enlightening the sleek curve of her dainty figure. Alas, the beginnings of a star-spangled darkness creep up from tail's sinuous length and encroach upon her tidy haunches to leave wide paws shaded in a murky forest. Iridian sprinkles blanket her wings' sails, defying the darkness after the sunset to twinkle their coy enchantment despite the boundaries set by spanning spars.

Pyrene is just very pleased that Merra and Hannah are standing next to each other for easy monitoring. "Recognise anybody else down there?" she wonders of those near to her. "Oh, sit down, Raevien! You're in my way!" That's a yes then. And an idle kicck to Sasha. Nyah.

Mirenda pokes the side of her 'lizard, who's tail continualy sways to and fro. "Baram..." she giggles, patting the flit gently. "Stop that." she finishes speaking to the animal in a whisper, then glance up. "Oh! Canidates!" her high voice shouts, without even meaning to. Oops, go ahead, make a fool of yourself infront of a large crowd of people.

On the ledge, D'ven slides from Bith's neck and lands gently on the ground.

From the hatching sands, Sorcen looks around as his hand is snagged, sees it's Merra, then looks around for Marianne. Fellow Harper... good. He half drags Merra across the sands over to his Harper buddy to snag her hand. And thus drags whoever's holding Merra's other hand, too.

On the ledge, Tai sighs cheerily, watching the flurry of movement below. "Now, I was quite the wreck THAT day. Ooh. Dragon," she observes, an outstretched hand picking the green out of the cluster of white.

Azrail looks down at the sands. "Come on Merra. Come on Hannah."

"Ooo, there's Hannah and... what's her name? Merra?" Jabbing an elbow into Slippa's side, Pia points out towards the two 'Reaches candidates. "Do you know either of them?"

From the hatching sands, Tierza ;"s breath releases in a gasp.. a green.. a beautiful green!

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn lifts one foot in respite from the heat, just as.. a dragonet pops out of an egg. Oh. "Amazing. Yeah," she whispers back to Filli, her grip tightening on the other girl's hand at the first hatching.

Miny gasps at the green hatchling. "Oh...Wow..."

From the hatching sands, Marianne has her arms loosely down at her side, her hands clenched in a fist as she flutters her eyes open and closed again. Breathe. Just breathe. Marianne's chest rises in a slow breath as she opesn her eyes and begins to watch the eggs rumble and shake with alertness in her face and sparkling laughter in her eyes. As Sorcen grabs her hand, she gives him a laughing glance, and squeezes it, mouthing, "Luck, my friend.. luck!"

Pyrene snaps her fingers. "Green." Just as well Lylia didn't take that bet. "Pretty as Branwyth, isn't she, Sasha?" Tease.

From the hatching sands, Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg wiggles.. gently.. from its place off to one side, flecks of vanilla shell seeming to shimmer off and mix with the dark ebony sands that cradle it.

From the hatching sands, Libby imediatly spots Beyla wobbling, remembers their agreement and rushes to her side. "I'm here. Candidate support, right?" Smiling at Beyla, Lib tries to stop her hands shaking as the first dragonette spills out. "Woah."

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia manages to get herself up, sputtering and outraged. "Nao!" She complains at her non-friend before starting to fall back again, only to reach for balance and find Kaltia. With eyes wide, she asks silently for help. Platforms a handspan wide aren't good.

From the hatching sands, Char watches the candidates file out onto the sands and gestures to Nanoc with the waterskin in her hands. See? She brought it! Her eyes flicker towards the galleries, hoping that Aztereth managed to get through to T'nar. A two turn old should /not/ be alone in the galleries.

From the hatching sands, Beyla almost squeaks as the first egg cracks, stumbling backwards slightly to try and reach a hand to grab Libby's robe, she being near. "That... that's a dragonet..." she whispers, nervously. WEll duh.

Sarah walks in and give a nod to Michel and takes a seat in the Gallery, minding her small green cuddled on her shoulder. "This is so exciting!" she says with a flourish of her hand and a gleam of pure enchantment in her eyes.

Sasha nods "Oh she's a lovely little thing...but no green is prettier than my green goddess!

From the hatching sands, Naomi reaches out to steady herself against Lorsalia, still somewhat numbed. "Lors, what're you doing to me, girl?" Reaching to help up the other, she slides forward even more, towards Libby. "Protect me, Lib?"

From the hatching sands, Hannah blinks at the newly hatched green. "She is pretty.." is whispered so softly she's not sure if she can even be heard. merra's hand is gripped tightly in her own..

From the hatching sands, Kaltia moves to grab Lors's hand, offering her a chance to get back on her feet. Taking a /deep/ breath, she sways slightly from foot to foot, taking another deep breath to keep from awing out loud.

From the hatching sands, Merra yelps as she's dragged, clinging to Hannah for dear life. And then, a gasp. "Ohhhh... green. Gorgeous..." She'll melt now, which may be the case, if the hot Sands have their way.

From the hatching sands, Izzady is still not used to the fact that they're actually at the hatching that they waited so long for right now. And to make sure others know, he gently tugs on whoever's next to him, that happening to be the fellow healer candie. "Can you believe we're actually here? ANd look! A green!"

Misra jumps up and down on her seat. "Yeah /Ma/!" she shrills. She slips on her own foot and squeaks as she ends up falling down on her butt in the seat.

Schala managed to squirm her tiny self over to the edge of the stands, getting a great view of the sands. Standing on her toes, she sees Nanoc and lets out a whoop for the fellow Healer.

From the hatching sands, Wild Blueberry Strawberry Everyberry Scoop Egg rocks a little more than gently on the sands, the shimmering disturbing the sweet lines on the shell. The thin strips of deep berry being to grow wider.. a small crack starting at the top.

From the hatching sands, Egan tightens grip on Tierza, looking around. "Um. I'm hanging her." Meep to Lorsalia - she fell? - and then he eyes Naomi, and Beyla, and then Tstar, and Hannah, and all other people, then sticks his hand out. "I need a hand. And- ohhhh. Look! A green!"

Slippa frowns as she's jabbed, pouting at Pia. "No, not really - just be careful with that... um, area," she says with a blush, then catches her breath at the little green. "Lovely, isn't she?"

From the hatching sands, Saria watches the candidates carefully, ready to send any of the Weyrlingmasters in should any of them panic and run /toward/ a dragonet..

Natch doesn't even realize she's hugging Z'diah's arm very tightly as she watches, jaw slack.

From the hatching sands, Tierza says, "Egan.. "mumbled.. "It's a green.. a beauty.. " Oh shards, these sandals aren't thick enough...squeezes his hand .. hard!"

On the ledge, "As if we could forget that ...," Thesy leaves the sentence unfinished but grins at Tai. More thinking of the day when Sardrinth and she came to Ista to snatch her for the 'Reaches. Deftly she opens the skin and takes a swig before handing it to Rage, indicating to pass it on with a tilt of her head.

From the hatching sands, Filli looks at Khaely and puts her free hand to her mouth. "Look it's a green." she says watching the little hatching she is to excited to pay much attention to the tighting of the grip.

From the hatching sands, Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg wobbles a bit, knowing that it's chance will come soon enough.

Pia eyes Slippa sidelong, one brow arching. "Careful with... /what/ area, Slippa?"

From the hatching sands, Libby nods at Beyla, offering her one hand and Naomi the other. "It's a dragonette." She agrees with Beyla, then flicks a look at Naomi. "You hardly need protection, m'dear, but I'll try."

On the ledge, Shaela laughs, violet eyes intent on the action below. "I don't think anyone was very much together that day," she reassures, pointing to one Candidate in particular. "See, she doesn't seem to have it together either?" Especially not as she's face-planted into the burning hot sands. Well, these things happen!

Rhylar bites his lower lip and blinks at the green dragonet from the stands. His heart beat is quickening and his eyes lock upon Khaelyn. Wanting to yell and cheer for her, he just waits and watches. "C'mon.."

From the hatching sands, Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet rises from her egg to peer most curiously over the edge of a egg-shard. Rainbow-swirled orbs swim with their myriad of hues as she examines the bevy of white-robed things just beyond. Forepaws grip the sides of the shell's remains, pushing it down, and thus she spills out in all her glittery splendor.

Slippa shakes her head at Pia, waving a hand, "Oh, nothing. Don't matter."

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn clutches Filli's hand a little tighter again, hopping to her other foot. "Ow," she whimpers. "Hot. And it's green. The dragonet." Her free hand reaches up to pull nervously on her hair.

Pyrene is incorrigible. "Well, she's just hatched. Maybe when she dries off and unwrinkles she'll be prettier than Bran."

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia holds Kaltia's hand tight as she stands firm, not about to move anywhere and fall again. "Those sands are hotter than they seem." She mumbles, trying to rid some of her nervousness. The first egg hatches and she glances at the dragonet. "Only a green." She scoffs, waiting for the gold she expects to Impress.

"Huh. A green." Lylia's lips curl in a faint smile. "Not as nice as starting with a brown. There's some good luck. 'Course, the clutch with /Aly/ started with a brown..." Her brown, y'know. Considering how crazy they turned out, it can't be that good...

From the hatching sands, Saria comments quietly to Char, "A green - I was hoping for bronze first, for luck." She murmurs softly to T'rell on her other side, something meant for him alone, and watches proudly.

From the hatching sands, Beyla huddles a little closer to Libby, more for moral support than for physical. She hasn't been out on the sands so long after all. "Pretty green..." she whispers, looking at the dragonet.

On the ledge, Tai grins all the wider now, eyebrows arching Thesy's way with a moment of a shared memory. Aw. "Oh dear, poor girl." And that green is /lovely/.

From the hatching sands, Tierza grabs Tstar and pulls her over.. "We started together.. we wills ee this through..."

From the hatching sands, Wild Blueberry Strawberry Everyberry Scoop Egg cracks, its smooth shell splintering from the top and running along the wispy lines of blueberry, till the egg is no more than a mess of sticky shell fragments clinging to the diminutive form of a small green hatchling. The little one stretches out of the egg-shaped position she was laying in, and shakes free the shards and shell fragments from her body like a great lady would dust from her gown.

From the hatching sands, Wild and Witty Green Dragonet
From the hatching sands, This pixy's strength lies hidden within the frangible figure of a dainty green, mischief-marked. Elongated headknobs form the semblance of horns, two inky blots on olive hide, matched in the upward curve of a manic grin tainting a petite muzzle. A serpentine length of lithe musculature results in a long, slender neck and an equally extended, flexible tail bordering on prehensile. Ebon dust, fae in nature, mars the perfect similitude of moss and sage along the lingering arch of her back, faint at shoulder and hip, but coalescing to puddles of oily darkness upon the backs of her wings. Black latticework traces across the inner membrane of delicate sails, saffron darkening to tangerine--a secret splash of color within their folded depths.

Kazandar leans over in his seat, excitingment of the crowd getting to him as he watches all the StarCrafters on the sands including his own mentee, Naomi, as they stare at the green. Green? Oh no...

On the ledge, D'ven watches for a moment before adding his comments. "I barely remember anything about that day."

On the ledge, R'gis smiles and nods in return, the heat from the sands already dampening his tightly braided hair. He takes a long drink of the cool wine and offers it to the next on the ledge. "It's as nerve-wracking as it was the day I Stood, I know that..." he murmurs.

From the hatching sands, "Look, Sorcen!" Marianne exclaims in delight, love and laughter sparkling in her eyes, all the dancing, whirling emotions cooking up a storm within. "Look, the eggs almost look like they're dancing! Almost like that gather not so long ago..." She grins and twirls herself under his arm to tickle playfully on the side as she watches the green hatchling. "What a darling... look at her struggle free!"

From the hatching sands, Nanoc's eyes widen with excitement as the eggs begin to shatter, leaving their occupants dampened to wander about in search of their lifemate. As he feels the tugging on his arm, he half grins, turning towards Izzady "Aye... excited eh? Your feet hot too?" he questions out of nowhere.

From the hatching sands, Naomi gulps audibly, linking her whole arm with Libby's. "What's she doin'? This doesn't make sense..." Confusion grips her more than her fear now, as does curiosity, and she leans forward a bit, trying to get a better look at each egg, each hatching dragon...

On the ledge, It is, isn't it? Shaela nods her agreement, and turns back to grin at Thesy and R'gis -- when did they get here? -- then looks to the Sands. Lesse -- who will it choose? And, oh! Another!

Idalyn scrabbles up onto Michel, bouncing and trying to see over a forest of heads. Daeyn casts a quick look over at Misra. "Easy! You all right?" she murmurs to the girl, though eyes never completely leave the sands.

From the hatching sands, "I can't believe it's happening now..." Whether or not that was an audible remark is unknown to Sorcen; he's not really aware of much in the way of sound. He unconciously squeezes both Merra's and Mari's handa bit tighter, glancing around quickly in search of Lyne. She's around somewhere. He stops looking and watches the eggs as Marianne exclaims about them, nodding dumbly.

From the hatching sands, Char shrugs at Saria, relief slowly overcoming her features as she receives reassurance from her lifemate. She smiles at the weyrwoman. "Any hatchling coming out is good luck." She scowls as another green pops out. "But where are all the blues?"

From the hatching sands, Egan's hand suffocates. Poor Egan's hand. "Ee. It's.. moving. Wow." Astonishing? And he shuffles now. "Okay. I wonder if we sing a song." And immediately he dives for a Hannah-hand, shaking his chain a bit. "And.. and.. another! Oh, they're so pretty."

From the hatching sands, Merra, though enchanted, takes time to look up at the stands, beaming nervously towards her best friends that she sees. "Another green? Oh, my..." This is going to be a great big cluth o' proddiness, isn't it?

From the hatching sands, Tierza stares at the new baby green.. oh, how absouletly lovely!

From the hatching sands, Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg shifts in the sands, gently rolling over, yet still waiting just the right time. Timing is everything.

"Two greens," Pia notes in appreciative surprise, Slippa's sore ribs -- or was it lower -- forgotten in the excitement of the hatching. "Wonder if this will be a green-filled clutch."

On the ledge, "Pretty!" Tai squeaks girlishly, legs swinging harder now and then slowing with the abrupt realization of her dizzying height. Oops.

"And another green, already!" Pyrene mutters. "I say, first green to Hannah. Second one to... oh help." She peers at the sands thoughtfully and then points largely at random to Lorsalia. "To her. Any takers?" Hatchings are no fun without a shocking display of gambling.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia sighs, trying to control the sudden... shaking? that overtakes her. Gripping tightly to Lors, she's a bit surprised by the girl's indifference, and yet can't take the time to worry about it. Another green and another breath. Its not as bad as she thought it would be.

From the hatching sands, Libby exhales a little, trying hard to relax now that she was has a friend either side of her, though the heat makes it nearly impossible. "Doing what dragons do?" She replies to Naomi, giving Beyla's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"The more greens the better," mutters green-riding Slippa.

From the hatching sands, Hannah blinks again as yet another green hatches. Biting her lip, the candidate clings to Merra and watches the greens with wide-eyed wonder. Are any of these for her?

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

From the hatching sands, Saria chuckles at Char. "We've got plenty of eggs and time left - I'm sure a blue or two will materialize."

Misra nods carelessly, bouncing a little in her seat. "Is one of those Mom's dragon?" she asks hopefully, turning bright emerald eyes on Daeyn.

From the hatching sands, Filli turns her head just in time to see the Wild Blueberry egg crack and show its content. Green eyes peer in wonder as yet another green appers. I knew that one was a green she thinks to herself.

Miny goes home.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia grimaces. "Faranth it's ugly!" is her response to the newest green as she looks for any sign of Her Gold. "I can't believe that a dragon can be so tunnelsnake-ish."

Natch nudges her companion "Remembering?"

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn stands on tiptoe, to try and avoid the sole-scorching heat that's scorching her feet a lot faster because of her evident lack of sandals. "Filli.." she murmurs, forcibly relaxing her grip. "Aren't they beautiful? And cute?"

From the hatching sands, Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet rolls to her feet, wobbling from side to side to regain a semblace of balance. Tail lashes from side to side and wings unfold, giving all a fine view of her star-spangled sails. She sort of hobble-hops forth onto the sands, curling her head up to watch those white-clad things some more. The tickle of mirth dances in her eyes and is given hint as tail lashes once more.

Eirian walks in.

From the hatching sands, Cherry Garcia Egg doesn't move, or shake, or shudder -- it simply sits there, absorbing the heat of the sands in watchful stillness. Next to it an egg rocks sharply, knocking against the hard surface. No reaction.

From the hatching sands, Lysa laughs at Char and Saria, completely thrilled by the two first greens. But, then again, she's a greenrider, and crazy about greens. "OH, I love them all. They are so sweet.. and beautiful!" Yes, she's getting silly in her older age.

From the hatching sands, Tierza glares at Lors amd shhhhs.. "She is beautiful, now hush!"

G'deon tenses as yet more greens hatch, a wild grin creasing his face for a moment. "The dragons always know," he recites, perhaps just for his ears only.

On the ledge, Thesy grins, "One of those things that never change, huh? Pretty, those greens." Well, they don't come close to the ones that hatch at High Reaches but still ...

From the hatching sands, Egan clings to Hannah, though. "Support me, Shardit!" Once good nanny gone bad? Or something. "I'm dying! I mean, frying! Yes!" Really. And he just flutters at the Star-Crossed Lover Green Hatchling. Ohh boy.

From the hatching sands, Beyla could cling onto Libby's hand so hard that she could cut off the circulation, but she's so nervous that she can only hold on limply. "This is happening. This is happening." Denial or what. She looks sort of dazed, come to mention it.

Dusky heads down the stairs.

From the hatching sands, Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg shudders, just a bit more, a few more flecks of vanilla dust falling to mingle with the sand below it.

From the hatching sands, Filli nods softly to Khaelyn, "Very beautiful." she says with a large smile. Green eyes follow the progress of both greens.

Z'diah mmhmms. "Some."

On the ledge, Shaela wonders, idly -- and, yes, she knows it's not allowed, but she's rather curious -- "Did you hear of any bets on numbers? Because to start with two greens, well, that's usually a sign of many more to come, is it not?"

From the hatching sands, Naomi inhales sharply, taking just a tiny step from where she stands, nearly atop Libby, to a place less than an arm's length away. "Shut up, Lors," she calls disinterestedly towards the other candidate, before squinting over at the greens.

Rhylar twiddles his thumbs nervously. Yes. Nervously. You think that /he/ was the one Standing with the way he's twitching. His heart throbs within his chest and he views the dragonets with awe. What a sight!

Kazandar rolls his eyes. Another green? Just his luck.

Daeyn bites her lip, watching the eggs still rocking, the hatchlings to come. "It might be," she says softly. "Or it might be any one of those eggs ... They're beautiful, though," she remarks more loudly to no one in particular.

Sasha chuckles in glee as the second green emerges and shakes her head at Pyrene. " you are a demon!"

From the hatching sands, Hannah sweezes her other hand that's been caught up by egan. "Green... They're both pretty aren't they?" She offers a shakey grin to him before her own attention is again caught by them.

From the hatching sands, Merra is starting to feel the heat, figuratively and literally, hopping as best she can from foot to foot. "I wonder which of us..." She doesn't -can't - finish that thought, watching as her favorite egg rocks.

Misra bounces a little bit more. "Purdy," she agrees.

Natch laughs softly "Oh, just to talk to Chelath."

On the ledge, "Greens...Huh." A tad more sedated that she was a moment ago, Lyne still watches the play unrolling out below her. A hawkish scan of eyes is made over the scene before landing upon Sorcen's face. A proud smile lines her lips as she watches his fairly calm reaction to everything. That's her brother alright.

Mirenda leans forward in her seat, eyes wide. "And a green! Oo!" oh yes, she talks to her 'lizard. "Two of them! How beautiful! Amazing!" The brown replies with a chirp. Her plump, pink lips are curling into a large grin, gently creasing her lips. She doesn't ever remember being this excited. And, natuarally, she doesn't have anything to say, except "Go healers."

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn sinks back to her heels and lifts her toes up from the sand now. Hot. "Good luck," she whispers over to Filli, if a little belatedly -- really belatedly. "They're so.. little. I mean.. compared to the big ones."

On the ledge, R'gis shakes his head slightly and reaches back to stroke his green's hide, remembering very well. "No....I don't think it ever changes." he says softly. "Which do you suppose those greens will choose?"

From the hatching sands, Tierza mutters at Nao... "You tell her Nao.. Girl has no snese of beauty." Cluthes both Egan and Tstar's hands toghtly. She's bruising, she knows..

From the hatching sands, Nanoc is starting to get the hint as to why they're allowed to wear sandals, and thick ones at that! Heat starts radiating throughout his feet, starting the little infamous dance for himself. "I hope this doesn't last too long!" he calls out to his fellow candies as a whole.

From the hatching sands, Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg shifts, rocking back and forth slowly.

From the hatching sands, Marianne 's laughing eyes drift around the hatching as she watches the two little green hatchlings struggle out of their shells with an alert gaze, leaning forward with the waves of her robe rippling around her. Her grip on her Harper friend's hand is almost white from the pressure she's applying as she watches intently.. but her eye is caught by movement on the otehr side of the sands. Naomi. Raising her unlinked hand, she crosses her fingers high to her friend.

On the ledge, Tai ponders this, eyebrows dipping with a moment of concentration. "/I/ didn't hear, but I'm sure there's more bets than I could count on my fingers and toes together. But you never know," she says again, shrugging slightly. "It could be a fluke to have so many right away."

From the hatching sands, Kaltia pushes at Lors's arm. How did she end up next to /her/? With a sigh, she shakes her head. "Think want you want, Lors." Really, she'd laugh if it searched out the girl. Letting her gaze go back to the dragonets, she waits expectedly.

From the hatching sands, Libby shuffles a bit, trying not to chuckle at Naomi's reaction to Lorsalia. "Just ignore her, hon." Candidate suggests, nodding to Beyla's observation. "It's happening, and you're fine. You're going great," is crooned reassuringly.

From the hatching sands, Char takes a deep breath, and 'sits' back to watch the hatching. She points at the latest green and smiles. "Isn't /she/ a beaut?" At least, /Aztereth/ seems to think so.

From the hatching sands, Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet turns her head to the side, an explosion of sunset's hues traveling up and down the length of her slim throat. A voice garners her attention, a voice cut with the strain of the moment and disbelief? Oh, that cannot be. You must believe in her. Green hopples forth with a few unconstrained bounds, right to the forefront of a pair which is clutching each other quite closesly. Just who is her match...

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia doesn't get any peace for Tierza or Naomi, even on the sands. "But she is!" The youngest candidate calls back, looking to Kaltia for support, and not just as she jumps away from the first Star-Crossed green, either. She'll wait for a dragonet to approach her, but she's really waiting for a gold.

From the hatching sands, Tierza stares at the first green.. ohhh, who's she for?

Azlynn oohs at the eggs...the Candidates...the dragonets... "Soo beautiful," she almost sighs, for her ears alone.

From the hatching sands, Orbit grins toward Char, "Aren't they all just beautiful?" The magic of the hatching.

From the hatching sands, Beyla blinks up at Libby. "I'm going great? I'm not doing anything..." Except maybe dying of nerves. And the heat. The heat seems to penetrate her mind and she starts shifting on her feet.

From the hatching sands, Egan clings to Hannah. "Ohh my. Very pretty. Ohh boy. I mean, girl, right?" Or whatever, and he-with-pink-hair sniffs. "What if they.. they.. oh, shards, nevermind. Look! It's.. going to somwhere."

From the hatching sands, Wild and Witty Green Dragonet pulls herself to her claws slowly, marvelling first at the feel of sand under her feet, then at the sensations of the heat and cold. Soon, the wild green hatchling begins to take a look around, eyeing all the white things about her. There is something akin to a grin on her muzzle as she stretches her wings out as far as they go, showing off the bright colors beneath them. Soon, the look upon her wedge-shaped face grow quizzical. Then, critical. What did all this white things want with her?

From the hatching sands, Tstar has strong hands, so doesn't notice the bruiseing, not yet. She's lapsed into silence, just watching, rocking a little on the hot sands as the heat seeps through her soles.

On the ledge, "I suppose," Shaela bobs her heads, eyes fully on that first green: come now, little one, /choose/, she urges. As though they could just pick right away and get it over with, you know? Save the tension of watching them wander -- especially when only the rare possess any sort of grace at this stage.

From the hatching sands, Star-Crossed Lover Green Dragonet quirks her head to the side, twilight's glimmer sliding up and down the curve of her neck. Sparks seem to ignite in her eyes, their fiery gaze absolutely possessing the sight of one white-robed candidate in particular. Talon's rake the sands in her excitement as she gives a bit of a playful bounce before dashing all out to the one with the striped hair, the girl with a whimsy to mirror her own. Gazes lock and the question really does not need to be asked: Beyla, Beyla, Wherefore art thou, Beyla?

From the hatching sands, Izzady's attention is wandering elsewhere, though where it should be is obvious. A quick glance is given to the galleries before abruptly turning towards Pern's newest greens, anxiety of whom they'll turn to taking over.

On the ledge, Thesy shrugs a shoulder and lets her gaze wander over the cluster of white on the Sands, "I really couldn't say. Most of them I don't know ... not even all of the ones they searched at the Reaches."

From the hatching sands, Saria, for once, doesn't seem to notice the heat as much. She whispers something with a smile to T'rell, and reaches to take another pull from the waterskin Char still holds on her other side. "Thanks," she murmurs, keeping her eyes mostly focused on the sands.

From the hatching sands, Filli nods softly towards Khaelyn, "Good luck to you as well." She watches the green with hopeful eyes, "Yes the are compared to the big ones."

From the hatching sands, Char grins, nodding at Orbit. "Absolutely." She falls silent as the first green seems about to make her choice. Clutching the skin strapped across the front of her, she gasps when Beyla is chosen. "Oh! Ohohoh! First impression!" Her eyes get all watery.

From the hatching sands, Sorcen blinks a few times in an attempt to clear his vision. Tearing his eyes from the sands for a moment, he glances up to the ledges where the dragons are. He draws comfort from the fact that that big blue blur up there might be Magnolth. He turns back just in time to see the Beyla Impress. "Alright, Beyla!" Was that one audible? He's not sure...

Malkier walks in.

G'deon lets out yet another cheer as the first green hatchling heads for one of the Candidates. "It's /really/ started now..."

From the hatching sands, Merra is still trying to believe that she's here, standing, loosing the bottoms of her feet... "Beyla? BEYLA!" she screams, cheering as her fellow female candie is the first to Impress.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn clutches Filli's hand a little tighter. Ooh. Wow. "Beyla! You got a green!" Well, duh. "Great Faranth. Beyla got a green!" She's a little lacking in the congratulations, but.. it's the thought that counts.

From the hatching sands, Naomi sends a wink Marianne's way, sliding her free hand down along her side to rest on her hip. "Dragon'ish things, eh, Lib? They're cute, but indecisive." Indeed, this girl's got her mind on Impression, as well. Foot lifts from the sands, and she looks as though trying to determine what she's trying to do. "Beyla! Watch out!"

From the hatching sands, Tierza grins widly as the first Impression occurs.. Way to go.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia shudders. "Oh no!" She complains, "She's moving!" The girl tries to hide in on herself, away from the searching gaze of the ugly green. "Why does it have to be so nerve-wracking to wait for the gold?"

From the hatching sands, Libby smiles gently at Beyla. "You haven't fainted, fallen over, or forgotten your robe. You're doing great." She repeats, then stops short as one green seems to take an interest in her friend. "Like I said, great." Candidate whispers.

Rhylar can't help it. He whistles /just/ for Khaelyn from the stands!

From the hatching sands, Quarith raises her head and croons warmly, encouraging her offspring with a long and intricate warble!

Linora sits forward in her seat, hardly able to believe her eyes as her friend Beyla is the first chosen, suddenly aware she's been holding her breath.

Sasha claps " Whoooo! Beeeeylaaa!"

Malkier says, "What's going on?""

From the hatching sands, Entangled Mints Enchanted Egg trembles lightly on the ebony sands, hairline cracks appearing all over the shell. Starting from a center point and spreading, the velvet green shell slowly starts to melt, drips of shell raining down upon the sands. As more and more of the egg dribbles slowly to the sand, finally one last drop completes the proccess and the egg becomes simply a puddle on the sands.

From the hatching sands, Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet
From the hatching sands, Sea and sky comingle within a frame of ivory coasts and salt-kissed breezes. Foam flecks the pale azure of dainty features, bubbling over attenuated eyeridges and the slight curve of cheeks to evaporate before reaching the tip of a slender muzzle. Waves of turquoise, subdued by salty crests, crash against the point of talons and narrow tail, sending a splash of foamy flecks along limber limbs. Reeds daunt the sandy edge of aqua sails to form fragile spars ready to bend and play through the air twixt the expansive fabric of his wings. Delicate puffs of misty white are urged along island-flecked sides by a fickle gust to coalesce upon the arch of his back in the beginnings of a gale.

From the hatching sands, Egan squees. Literally, for once, this time. "Beyla! Beyla! Beyla! It's... Beyla, isn't it?" Squint. "Oh, she's so fine she blows my.. mind. Or something. Beyla /Impressed/." He shakes both Hannah and Tierza.

From the hatching sands, Hannah clutches Merra's and Egan's hands and calls out, "Congrats!" to Beyla. She smiles. Such a sweet girl. Feet shift back and forth as the heat of the sands penetrate her sandals.

Azrail claps loudly and cheer everyone on.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia takes a deep breathe as her wonderful fellow starrie Impresses. Finding her voice, she cheers. "Congrats babe!" She half-watches, waiting for a name, even as she keeps one eye trained on the other dragonet. Or dragonets.

Shava watches an apprentice from her craft Impress, and one of the first. "Beyla! Congradulations!" She cheers for the apprentice, a smile filling her face, being proud someone from the Starcraft Impressed, at least among the four Searched.

Kinecha doesn't move a muscle as she watches the dragonets on the sands, searching for their lifemates. Only once before had she experienced this, and then friends of hers had been the ones to stand there on the sands, being presented to the dragonets.

Natch just smiles at the first impression, eyes still on her Tierza.

Pyrene ohs, slightly disappointed. "That's not Hannah..." This loss of her marks doesn't prevent her from going all soppy at the first Impression, though. "You know her, Sasha?" she wonders. "Ah. Blue."

From the hatching sands, Southern Pecan Pie Egg remains rather still upon the sands, silent and stoic. It allows the others to take the limelite, all the attention. Oh, but the time will come for this one. Just a shimmy, but that is all.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc hoots a congrats Beyla's way "See! I told ya you'd impress!" attention soon after returns to the others, grinning gleefully and jumping out of startle as yet another egg shatters.

From the hatching sands, Marianne watches as the green dragonet seems to finally gravitate towards her friend Beyla and calls over the sands, "Beyla, darling! Love!" She blows a kiss with her free hand, clutching Sorcen's all the tighter with the other one, laughing softly and merrily as she executes a salute of a curtsey to Beyla, returning Naomi's wink and leaning over to Sorc. "Look!" He seems to be abstracted. She just has to make sure he saw. She's a bit odd right now.

From the hatching sands, Tierza a blue! A gorgoues water-specked blue.. Oh, Izz!

Misra pulls on Daeyn's sleeve and points out onto the Sands at the first Impression, trying to figure out what's going on mostly. "Who's that?"

From the hatching sands, Filli cheers, "Way to go Beyla!" she calls out as the frist impression is made.

On the ledge, "Ohhhhhh ... about time, no!" Thesy beams as the blue hatches, her head half turning to the shadow behind Peorth.

From the hatching sands, Beyla stares. And stares. "Oh... oh..." She almost passes out there and then, if it wasn't for the fact that she can't resist reaching out a very badly shaking hands to tentatively touch a muzzle. "Castaliath..." she mutters softly, oblivious to everything. "Oh..."

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn's attention shifts from Beyla to the newest dragonet. "Filli! A blue one!" Yeah, a blue one. "And my favorite egg just moved! It /moved/!" Well, all of them are, but it's /her/ favorite. "Wow."

Idalyn picks up the cry and cheers Beyla's name, though admittedly he doesn't get it quite right. Daeyn blinks down at Misra, cocking her head. "Beyla, I'm guessing ..."

Mirenda leans forward even more, nearly falling from her seat. "Ooo! Ooo! There's been an impression!" She appluades benevolently, not even knowing who Beyla is. "And oh! A blue hatched!" Oh, she does get into talking to herself and 'lizard doesn't she?

From the hatching sands, Wild and Witty Green Dragonet blinks and peers at a pair of feminine white things, her eyes whirrling as she examines them. Motherly.. yes, but nothing that would interest her. The Witty Green seems to grow more critical with the pair then shakes her head and wanders off, looking for more white things.. more interesting people. A male is examined, then another female, but the green keeps turning her head back to that first pair she sniffed out.

Malkier looks around

Sasha grins at Pyrene "Friend of a friend....so how much you offering on whether or not there will be a gold Pyrene?"

Misra's little brow wrinkles. "Who's that?" she demands imperiously. "She's not Mom." (No kidding, Misi. Sheesh.)

From the hatching sands, Saria clasps her hands together as the first impression occurs, watching the new pair with eyes that shimmer with.. could those be tears in the stern old Weyrwoman's eyes? It must be the heat.

From the hatching sands, Izzady eyes the newest blue, happiness suddenly evident with his grin. Nodding once at grins at Tierza quickly and to his other side where fellow healer-candie stands.

From the hatching sands, Naomi's excitement catches in her throat, it seems, because rather than yell off some sort of congratulations to her fellow starcrafter/candidate, or... now-greenrider, she merely groans out a gurgled: "Mawawagoo," before turning her eyes back to the other green, and hatching blue.

From the hatching sands, Tstar grins and cheers as Beyla impresses, but turns more quietly back to the eggs, eyes drifting from draggonette to dragonette without really stopping to follow any particular one. Too much to see.

From the hatching sands, Tierza feels faint, but won't give in. She is to keyed-up to faint. But ohh, the possiblilty is still there.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia scowls and stomps at the sand. "Why would anyone even want her?" She complains, focusing on the witty green that searches. "SHe's so ugly. At least that blue is prettier. Or handsomer." She corrects, looking to see if anyone at all agrees with her assessment.

From the hatching sands, Filli looks at the said blue, "Wow look at him." She tells Khaelyn as she turns to look at the still roving green. "I wonder who she is looking for?"

From the hatching sands, Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet tilts his head to the side for a moment, then takes a step out of the puddle that is the shards of his egg. He takes another step forward, peering, seeking, searching out into the sea of white that is before him.

From the hatching sands, Egan wilts on Hannah and Tierza, but pops back up. "Blue, now! Blue! And.. and..." Sniff. "Aww." Sob. Weep. "This is all so sad." </sappy> "Okay, now. Where were we? Ah, yes. Blue! It's a blue!" It's a boy!

From the hatching sands, Libby suddenly looks quite lost, not at all sure what to do with her now free hand. Taking it into her robe, Libby watches her friend and her dragon and can't help but burst into tears. "I knew you could do it." Is offered Beyla's way before she reassures herself that Nao's still there.

From the hatching sands, Merra turns back in time to catch Entangled Mints cracks, face falling. Not... a green? She sighs, turning her attention to the other green. But, the blue is kind of handsome, no?

From the hatching sands, Kaltia squeezes her eyes shut, trying to keep /some/ composure while standing next to the youngest candidate. One who doesn't know how to be quiet. Another jab aimed at Lors's side and she hisses. "Shuddup. Think what you will, but don't say it aloud..."

From the hatching sands, Char seems to forget that she'd brought the water onto the sands for possibly overcome candidates. She takes the skin and brings it to her lips, gulping deeply. Of cuorse, at this point, she notes that no one is ushering the Impressees off to the side. "Hey... where's the Weyrlingmaster?"

Pyrene snorts. "Two marks says there is. Look at how she's coddling that egg." She being Quarith. "If Hannah Impresses that blue, I'll kill her. But I say Hannah's a green and Merra's a brown. Not that green though--that one's going to /her/." And she points out Lorsalia again.

Daeyn shakes her head. "I don't know, but she's one of the other candidates ... and at least ... twenty people will Impress who aren't mom," she informs the child matter of factly. Maybe it'll go over her head, but the brownrider can try.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn shivers slightly, hopping to her left foot and raising her right foot a few inches above the sands. "Maybe for you," she responds slyly, a half-grin taking its way onto her slightly paler-than-usual face.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Phea off to bed.

Malkier wonders what the heck is going on. Being new to the area, he's never seen anything like this.

Squaln walks in.

From the hatching sands, The Wild and Witty Green stops for a moment, her eyes reexamining that blondish waif-like candidate she previously passed over. What is this? Has her heart just awakened? How can this girl, just scorned, now stand out like a shining star from the heavens? Can it be love at second sight? The dark green hatchling turns her head, stretching her slender neck in the direction of the candidate that has captured her heart so completely. A coo of curiosity slips from that elongated throat to become a slight warble before dying out. Soon, her body follows in a serpentine manner, gliding over the sands with youthful and wild excitement towards her goal, her heart's desire, that cute little girl with the reddened sungold locks: Libby.

Misra's lips quiver. "/Twenty/?" she squeaks. She peers out at the Hatching Sands. "Twenty. Golly, that's a lot." A very long pause. "How many is twenty?"

From the hatching sands, Hannah gasps slightly as a blue hatches from it's shell. Blues are pretty. Her birth-mtoher rode blue. Clinging to Egan and Merra, the candidate watches the moving dragonets -- both blue and green -- with wonder.

From the hatching sands, Elle moves from her place on the sands, moving across to approach the newly impressed pair. "Beyla? Castaliath?... I think your dragonet could use some meat. Follow me over there?" The elder rider motions a hand off to the side, away from all the action.

Natch sighs out "Another one"

"Pyrene," Pia interjects loftily, "when will you ever overcome your disdain for blues? There are several perfectly nice ones out there... you came this close--" thumb and forefinger are held close for example "-- to Impressing a blue anyways, if I remember correctly."

On the ledge, "Go Beyla!" The Assistant Weyrlingmaster cries out her congratulations as the first green finally makes Impression. Auburn eyes try to grow misty, but Lyne won't allow them to fully do so. "Libby too!" Bluerider squeaks before eyes land upon Sorcen again, smiling hopefully.

Squaln takes a seat in the stands and cackles. "Go KHAE!" he screams. He claps and cheers frantically at his kyoot-book-throwing-candie!

From the hatching sands, Sorcen forms a small 'wow' with his lips silently as the blue comes out, really stunned by this whole thing. Overwhelmed, too. One of his legs keeps nervously twitching, and he spasmodically squeezes the hands of the two women on either side of him. "Mari..." he mutters, drawing the name out. It's actually short as Libby Impresses, at which point he cheers her on with nothing that can really be comprehended.

Michel chuckles softly when he hears Misra's question. "It's all your fingers and all your toes, lovey." he murmurs. "Watch now or you'll miss it." He reaches over and tousels the girls hair.

From the hatching sands, T'rell glances thoughtfully across the sands, then to Sejith as he smiles reminiscently.

From the hatching sands, K'ven, snorting at Char, steps out onto the sands to stand beside Beyla. "Whenever your finished with your greetings..." he clears his throat. "Follow me, weyrling."

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia rolls her eyes. "Thank goodness!" She says with a woosh, having kept in all her other opinions as the green kept moving. "She's picked Libby. They're such a pair." Biting her lip, she glances at the vanilla egg kept aside and waits, still, for her gold.

From the hatching sands, Naomi's hand slides from hip to thigh, and her other arm once again reaching out for Libby, when... all too quickly... Libby -too- is taken away. "No!" is her first shout, and she looks as though about to go after that charming little green before Lib, but she restrains herself, backing up towards the others. "No."

From the hatching sands, Filli smiles as the Green heads for Libby, "Way to Go Libby!" she cries out, "Look Libby impressed the green." she tells Khae.

From the hatching sands, Egan ees. "Look! Look! It's a green... it went to Libby! Libby's green! Libby's green!" Yay, hurrah! Hurrah! "Oh. This is so sad, you know?" Sniff as he nearly strangles both Hannah and Tierza, somehow or another.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc's dancing is more than that to relieve himself from the aura of heat. No, now it's just pure excitement for those impressies "Woo hoo! Way t'go, Libby!"

From the hatching sands, Torey walks in.

From the hatching sands, Merra is driven to cheer as another starrie Impresses. "Libs! Libby! What's his name?" she calls, knowing full well the other is probably too overwhelemed to answer.

From the hatching sands, Beyla can barely manage to haul her eyes away from the dragonets, one hand swiping at her face fiercely. Those aren't tear. She's just warm. Really. She clambers to her feet, delicately reaching out to help her dragonet. "Food... that's good... right darling?" she whispers to her dragonet.

From the hatching sands, Hannah calls out, "Congrats!" to Libby. Her face lights up at the newly ipressed.

From the hatching sands, Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg wobbles meaningfully, now, a series of small pops accentuating its largest movement yet...

From the hatching sands, Torey wanders off the sands.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn hops to her other foot. Dang, but these sands are hotter than she remembers. Most likely because her feet are bare this time. "Can I borrow your sandals, Filli? And libby Impressed!" Pause. "Go, Libby!"

From the hatching sands, Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg shivers from behind the protective dunes so carefully built up around it by Quarith, and hairline cracks appear across the smooth surface of the egg. With so much sand built up around it, it seems the only way to go is up, and as cracks fracture into shards at the top, the occupant breaks free. Shimmering headknobs become visible, then scrabbling over the broken remains of the egg come forelegs, and before wobbly hind legs and talons can find purchase, dragonet tumbles end-over-end down a little hillock of the black sand, to right herself with a shake of her head and the sharp, dismayed screech of a creel of protest!

From the hatching sands, Lady of the Desert Sands Gold Dragonet
From the hatching sands, The absolute whitest of gold envelops her head entirely, glittering with a frosty iridescence and accentuated by eyeridges of a slightly warmer gold, highlighting her multifaceted, gemlike eyes that seem alight from deep within. Skeins of muted and mixed colors, like the dust of finest rare crystals, travel the length of her long and gracefully curved neck and its ridges. Delicate shades of pearl, sapphire, vermilion, and jade mellow, and swirl to combine and become one, luminescing as they travel down well-proportioned body. As they mix together they reflect and ripple with the glow of the first sun of a frosty winter dawn and spread outward, their shine radiating onto her wingspan and combining with striations of sunset gold. Sunlight color reaches out over wingsails to overlay the crystal line shine at wings' edges, spars, and tips. Her bulk belies her graceful nature as it gives way to a tail kissed with the same radiant sheen as her body and neck, until it fades at the very tip of the fork to the lightest, honeyed gold.

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

From the hatching sands, Libby stands so stock still she seems frozen for a minute, then starts crying all over again. She hadn't gotten over Beyla's Impression and now she's faced with her own. Suddenly able to move again, Lib loses herself in her dragons eyes.

Torey slips around the outer wall and out onto the dragon-ledges.

On the ledge, Torey comes up from the galleries looking for a dragon -- I know I parked around here somewhere.

From the hatching sands, Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet watches his sister impress, then starts to head toward the candidates, investigating them, looking for that special something, that special someone.

Misra frowns down at her hands for a moment before she's distracted by the fact that there is in fact a hatching going on. One small finger (we won't mention which one) points imperiously at Libby. "Who's that?"

From the hatching sands, Tierza chokes and pushes Egan down. "Easy Egan, I am sure there is a green for you soon."

From the hatching sands, Marianne doesn't seem to be able to speak a coherent sentence at the moment. All that harper training.. out the window, apparently. She has to stop. She leans back,trying to regain her cool. She's trying. But she doesn't succeed. She's shaking and dancing, kicking up her skirts as she does a little jig dance of happiness for Libby. "Libby! Oh, Libby!" Some training remains, after all. Projection. She waves her arms around.. even the one with Sorcen's hand, although she doesn't let it go.

Misra lets out an abrupt shriek. "Aunt Daeyn! /Look/!"

From the hatching sands, Kaltia giggles. There certainly something for the starries this time! "Congrats Libs!!" And then, she manages a gasp. The one everyone one is waiting for is out. Along with her blue clutchsib.

From the hatching sands, Izzady can't seem to stay focused upon the eggs. Eyes continue looking about-- at the other candidates, and then back towards the galleries again, a quizzical look on his face. He's not dreaming this time, or is he? Eyes finally make their way back to the eggs, staring on in disbelief.

Squaln jumps to his feet now, almost screaming like a maniac. "GO KHAE!" Cough. He looks at the people staring at him and clears his throat to /scream/ some more!

Kazandar stands up and cheers...Partly because StarCrafters were the first to impress and partly because Nao didn't impress green.

Pyrene wrinkles her nose. "Oh, whatever," she mutters, sending an apologetic grin down to the newly Impressed Libby. "And Pia, at least I have the sense to recognise that some dragons are less reliable than others." Her nose is stuck into the air for the briefest of moments before it's dragged down by the gold's advent. "Told you, Sash!"

"Finners and toes ..." Idalyn is engrossed for a moment, pondering this concept, and then he goes back to bouncing on his feet on the poor cook. Daeyn blinks at Misra's question. "I ... I don't know?" She glances to Michel, then around ... maybe someone can answer? Brows lift very high. "Gold ..." Ahhh, a further grasp of the obvious.

Malkier walks out.

From the hatching sands, Tstar starts as the Gold egg disolves and hodls her attention for a moment before she turns away, towards teh other eggs. Did Buzz pop yet? her eyes seek the hyper active one.

Azlynn oohs again. A gold! And greens! And a blue! And! She doesn't know where to look, its all just so /exciting/!

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia bounces, tugging on Kaltia's hand as she dances closer to the clutch. "She's hatched, she's hatched!" The girl beams, pointing to the gold standing in the midst of her egg's shards.

From the hatching sands, Filli looks down at Khaelyn's feet, "You forgot you sandals?" she slids hers off and hiss as her barefeet hit the sand and she starts to shuffle. As the gold appears her eyes go wide, "It's the Gold!"

From the hatching sands, Egan stares. "It's a.. a.. a.. duh, um, a.. g-.. It's a gold!" Squee!

From the hatching sands, Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg wriggle back and forth on its little place upon he sands, mireing itself deep in the sands. But, at the same time, warming ever more.

From the hatching sands, Tierza stands stock-still as she watched the gold dragonette. She's a little love, and she is now totally wrecked.

Mirenda applauds loudly, yet again. "Wow, another green impressed!" she states, with a nod. "And a GOLD!" she says, at a near shout. Wow, a gold hatchling. "Baram! It's positively beautiful!" And the 'lizard yes again replies with a squeak.

Surupa would soon tip over onto the person in front of her is she doesn't stop leaning forward. Yet at the sight of the latest egg to hatch, the young woman stumbles back and onto her seat once again, her amber eyes sparkling to the sight below and upon the sands. "A gold!" She squeals, jumping back upon her feet and clapping her hands as she shouts out the names of the pair of Herders below on the sands.

"Beautiful," Pia has to admit, gazing down at the pale little gold. "Much prettier than the last gold High Reaches spawned..."

Natch's grasp on Z'diah's arm tightens "Gold..."

Zinyea makes a small gasping noise as two Impressions go by and now the gold has hatched. "Oh, Ayuru!" She croons softly to her firelizard, quite possibly the only sound she'll make all hatching.

Misra stands up on her seat, craning her neck to get a better view of the golden dragonet. "Is /that/ Mom's dragon?" she asks, her face shining.

On the ledge, R'gis shakes his head slightly and reaches back to stroke his green's hide, remembering very well. "No....I don't think it ever changes." he says softly. "Which do you suppose those greens will choose?"

Rhylar grins. A gold...

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn sighs in relief, hopping into one sandal and cramming both of her feet in. "You can keep the other one, Filli," she offers magnanimously, before looking over.. there.. and squealing. "Wow. That's.. pretty. That's the gold, right?"

From the hatching sands, Merra's head snaps around as the gold hatches, and she gapes. "Oh, my... she's beautiful. Right, Hannah?" Right, anyone? A fleeting glance at the remaining females, sizing up each one.

From the hatching sands, Naomi looks about the sands frantically, slouching just a bit as though trying to keep from being seen, now. Marianne's spotted, and the girl starts towards her, before stopping, suddenly, to look back towards the eggs, and then, the gold. No words, for now she starts towards Marianne yet again. "Mari!"

From the hatching sands, Hannah lossen her hands slightly from Egan's and Merra's in a state of shock. The gold.. is beauitiful. "Wow.. Merra, Egan.. She's.. she's.." This candidate is not quite able to finish her sentence..

From the hatching sands, Char's eyes widen as the gold hatches. "Oh.. Ohohoh." Again, she takes a swig from the waterskin. Forget the candidates, /she's/ caught up in the hatching.

Sasha gasps at the sight of the exquisite gold dragonet...." How delicious! almost as beautiful as a green...but not quite.." she grins smugly, at Pyrene...guess the bets off then....

From the hatching sands, Sorcen can't help but grin nervously as his hand is taken on a trip through the air courtesy of Marianne. He then tugs on it sharply, almost with enough strength to knock her over but not quite. "It's a gold, it's a gold." Master of the obvious.

Kazandar blinks, still standing, but quieter now. Gold? Frozen, he watches the little hatchling.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc's eyes lock on the gold, staring on in pure awe. It's a pity he's a male, huh? Grinning, he tugs on Izzady's arm again, muttering something in his ear, soon after, sharing a good laugh.

On the ledge, A hand flies up to cover Lyne's lips...and she realizes her hands are as freezing as the day she Impressed. "Oh wow...She's gorgeous." she whispers softly, watching the gold with a sense of awe. Quickly, though, her eyes fly back to Sorc.

From the hatching sands, K'ven clears his throat again, trying to be patient. He smiles at Beyla. "Yes. Food. Hunger. We can feed her... over.. there." He gestures towards the side where food is waiting for hungry hatchlings.

From the hatching sands, Marianne begins to wax eloquent as she watches the dragons hatch and Impress, and then the gold crawls out of hte egg that has been rocking for some time. "Look at it shine, Sorc! She glows with fire brighter than a torch.. she sparkles..." Oh, she can't take her eyes away... except for her friends. As her arm is tugged back down, she grins and twirls herself under it, holding her other arm out to Naomi. "Nao! Over here!"

From the hatching sands, Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet steps forward, investigating a miner, then a smith. Finding neither to his liking, he continues onward, looking for the perfect match, looking for that one.

Pyrene mutters something about certain people who shall remain nameless just being jealous. "She's pretty enough if that's what you like. Rather pale," she says non-committally. Another wink is sent to Sasha. "How about Hannah for the gold then since the green passed her by?"

From the hatching sands, Libby blinks back tears long enough to turn back and smile at all the people she's shared candidacy with. "Her name's Alishath..." Libby tells anyone and everyone who'll listen, before absorbing herself in her dragon again.

Squaln hoots and hollars, flailing his arms around as he cheers for Khaelyn. "I love you KHAAEE!" he yells to her. Does he? No, but he loves to tease her. Smirk.

From the hatching sands, T'rell glances up at Sejith, who seems almost as astounded as the Candidates at the golden dragonet's appearance -- she does know how to make an entrance, doesn't she? And then he smiles to Saria, lightly touching her shoulder; Quarith done good.

From the hatching sands, Tierza oh.. he needs a good gentle rider.. And she looks about her.. Izz?

On the ledge, Shaela can't help but be immediately attracted by the gold. Chayath, for her part, croons motheringly to Pern's newest queen-child. "Tai, girl, look at that one.. lovely, isn't she? Chayath is quite impressed." Now who will she choose?

From the hatching sands, Egan eyes the blue's traveling, noticing Hannah's grip, yet reinforcing it. "No! Don't let go. I'm.. I'm..." He just makes a really big gulp, and tightens on Tierza as well.

From the hatching sands, Filli happily keeps the one sandle as she watches the gold.

Sarah looks out at the wonder and magnificent sight of a dragon. "A gold, a goddess," she murmurs and looks over at Michel and winks. "What a special creature," is soon said under her breath. This girl's emotions are spiriling in a whirl of happiness.

On the ledge, Tai's jaw drops open slightly, head cocked to one side with pleasure. "Oh, /pretty/."

From the hatching sands, Everything But The... Egg wiggles. Just wiggles.

From the hatching sands, Beyla couldn't really give a toss about the gold hatching. In fact she wouldn't care if the weyr came to an end right here and now. "Over there?" She asks, blinking at K'ven. "Oh. Ok..." She looks dazed as she helps her little green over to the meat, accompanied by prompting nudges from an insistent muzzle.

Pia merely flashes a cheery smile at Pyrene.

From the hatching sands, Izzady barely catches Tierza's glance, but he does, just offering her a nervous grins as his attention refocuses on the eggs and hatchlings alike.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn hops gingerly about on one sandal, still grabbing onto Filli for support and now balance. "That's pretty. Shiny." She's veering around like a drunkard, trying to find that center of gravity again on one shoe.

From the hatching sands, Tstar shrugs and her eyes flicker to the blue, then back to the clutch. She doesn't know who he's looking for, or what. She's to rough around the edges for something that delicate.

From the hatching sands, Lysa smiles at Libby sweetly, and nods. "Alishath, eh? That's a good name for a good green. Why don't you come over here..." She gestures the new weyrling over to the side... "...and feed her, ok?"

Squaln gets as close to Sands as possible and waves to Khaelyn. "I told ya I'd come!"

From the hatching sands, Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg does a little shimmy, a little shake and then goes silent. Nope. For all its caffeinated appearance, it's going to be patient.

On the ledge, D'ven and Bith both watch the smallest gold carefully. D'ven reaches up to gently scritch the bronze's muzzle.

From the hatching sands, Tierza shuffles on the sands.. feet really begining to feel the heat.. her excitement rising and not even feeling her hands anymore. Tstar and Egan forgotten in the thrill of this moment...

From the hatching sands, Sprite of Air and Water Blue Dragonet seemingly floats along the sands, first inspecting one, then another. As he makes his way oh so carefully and perfectly along the sands, he catches sight of something.. His head turns, body following and suddenly oh so composed dragonet makes a dash for a healer, finding the match for his perfection: Izzady.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia giggles, nodding to Lors with a grin. "Aye, she did hatch." Now, she just has to find someone and someone save her if its the overly-sure, egotistical Lors.

From the hatching sands, Lady of the Desert Sands Gold Dragonet raises her head, indignant at the tumble she took in the process of hatching, and shakes the last few fragments of shell from her still-wet wings. Lurching forward, finding her balance on the hot sands, she digs in talons for purchase and is suddenly graceful, her movements all coming together as she starts forward toward the knots of white-robed creatures that hover, dart and weave in front of her. Eyes whirl a myriad of colors, not staying with any one emotion too long, as she sniffs at a group of young girls and then tosses her head up, emitting a creel of protest.

From the hatching sands, Izzady drops his jaw, his whole body following it just seconds later as he comes to the realization that the little dragon in front of him is speaking... to him? "His name is Nuadayth!" But the idea just hasn't chimed in that he just impressed until he hears the cheers gushing around his head.

Tamber walks in.

What more would cause Surupa to topple over herself? Well, perhaps the boy Herder that just called out something to Khaelyn. The Senior Apprentice swirls around to regard Squaln a moment-- but just a moment-- before turning back to look at the sands. She didn't miss a thing, did she? "Khaelyn!" She shouts out once again, looking towards the gold quickly and then to her young friend. And what if--? It could happen. She was Searched and she is on the sands now, just hope for the best.

From the hatching sands, Libby takes a few minutes to realise that someone is in fact addressing her, but when she locates Lysa she beams happily at her and nods. A glance is given in Nao's direction, slightly worried about leaving, before Libby sees her with Mari and goes to feed Alishath as indicated.

From the hatching sands, Naomi's jaw hangs open wide, listening to Libby's lifemate's name recited, and looks at least a little teary-eyed. Marianne's arm is taken forcefully, and held oh-so-close to her chest. "Libby's gone," is whispered to said candidate, the others recieving less of her attention as she's focused solely on the arm in her own arms. She does pull her attention to Izzady, nodding expressionlessly, before burying her face into Mari's shoulder.

Squaln whistles loudly and shrilly for Khaelyn! She's bound to notice him sometime! "GO KHAE!" he screams again.

From the hatching sands, Everything But The... Egg shifts in the sands, a slow wiggle as it topples over into a different spot, rolling over until it finally settles into a hollow of sand. A chunk of chocolate shell drops from the side of the egg, perhaps chipped off in its small journey to the it's new resting place? The bit of shell that rests upon ebony sands is soon joined by another, this time a flake of vanilla, then another bit of toffee hued shell. Yet another and another fall to the sands, the egg finally bursting in a sudden torrent of shell, revealing its occupant: Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet.

From the hatching sands, Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet
From the hatching sands, Sun-chased citrus coils teasingly upwards along the curve of a slender snout, branching over eyeridges colored the intense green of spring grass; faceted eyes flash coyly, ever-changing gems set against a backdrop of eye-rending emerald. Warmth seeps along shapely wings, dripping along delicate wing spars; lemon's bright touch adds a swirl to wing sails fragile to the point of translucence, pale green jade shaped by a Master's touch and kissed with a subtle shimmer of gold. Shapely and lithe, sensuously curved neck and tail lead the eye to assuming a greater length than the green possesses, a decided trimness marking all her features.

"Shiny." Lylia knows lots of words, but that's the best to describe the gold with. Shaking her head slightly, she leans back to watch the chaos. "So many females... Man, that'll be a fun time for proddiness..." Female dragons are scary.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn would cheer for Izzady, really she would, but she's so busy trying to stay upright with her dignity intact that all she can manage is a squeaked, "Izz!" She finally rights herself, releases Filli's hand.. and promptly grabs it again.

From the hatching sands, Filli watches as Izzy impress, "Khae Izzy just impressed the blue! Way to go IZZY!" she calls holding on to the other herders hand bouncing softly while standing on just the one sandle.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia shakes her head a bit, talking a faltering step as the gold starts to move. And then, she eeps as the sand from her step gets in her eye and she starts rubbing at it. Trying to get it out the best she can.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia stands perfectly still, other than shaking in her sandals as she waits for the gold to choose. "Me...pick me..." The girl whispers under her breath, completely missing the new green's hatching.

Natch says, "More greens..."

Sasha grins at Natch.." More greens the better!"

From the hatching sands, Hannah calls out, "Congrats!" to Izzady, though her gaze is caught solely on the gold. She smooshes herself close to Merra and bites her lip. Shuffling her heated feet, she drops her gaze shyly; she doesn't want to get caught by the gold for /staring/ at her.

From the hatching sands, Egan oos. "It's a.. it's a..." Don't breakdown! "It's a.. /green/."

Natch heh's

From the hatching sands, Merra reflexively tightens her hand on Hannah, calling her congratulations as Izzady Impresses. "WHEE! Izzy!" However, arriving green claims the part of her attention -not- on the gold.

Shava smiles again as Libby Impresses, "Libby!" she shouts to the new weyrling, another person from the Starcraft, this Journeywoman is starting to get rather proud of these apprentices made candidates.

From the hatching sands, Marianne is *not* going to lose it now. Drawing in a deep breath, she steadies herself. And does it again. And again. "And another one is gone..." She breathes under her breath, softly. And finally, a distraction. Marianne's friend buries her face in her shoulder, and Marianne croones softly, leaning into Sorc's shoulder as she does so with her back, "Shhhh.. Libby's happy! She has her dragon! Nao..." She laughs, and tickles her in an attempt to keep her spirits up.

From the hatching sands, Tstar grins and cheers. "Way to go Izz!" She calls to the lad, ignoring the gold entirely, for now she sqeezes on Tierza's hand... hard, oops.

On the ledge, "Hmmm...The healer took the blue." Lyne muses before cheering for Izzy, Magnolth adding in his own soft rumble for the Impression of his blue brother.

From the hatching sands, Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg wriggles some more, moving enough to fall on it's side. And once in this postion, it just sits and waits and remains rather patient. A slow, but stately crack slides from end to end, but that is all. Anticipation is the worst, isn't it?

Natch leans over and observes "Until they come to my hold."

From the hatching sands, Char applauds, letting the skin fall to against her thigh--good thing she corks it between each drink. "Oh, huzzah!" she shouts, unashamed of the tears streaming down her cheeks. "A blue! Az, it's a blue!" Forgetting for the moment that the dragon is up on the ledges. "Oooh... and it Impressed."

"Another green?" Pyrene mutters. "Maybe that'll be Hannah's--no wait, I'm betting on her for the gold now, aren't I?" She can't keep track--perhaps she should vote for reasons other than arbitrary ones. "Where's a brown for Merra? Unless I've got it wrong and it's gold for Merra, green for Hannah..." She's a little on the impatient side when it comes to saving bets for later eggs.

Kinecha blinks. "More greens means more greenriders," she whispers to no one in particular, and is happy that this was Ista and not Reaches.

From the hatching sands, Sorcen tries to cool his feet off by doing the same thing he does on the beach; burying them in the sand. Not a good idea. Instead of cooler sand, it only seems to get hotter. Wincing, he pulls them back up then yells out, "Izzy!" He would pat Marianne's back comfortingly if she wasn't holding his hand so tightly.

From the hatching sands, Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet slowly slips out from the shell shards scattered about her, stepping toward the candidates and looking eagerly around the sands, investigating a holder lass, then moving onward.

From the hatching sands, Tierza can't breath.. Another beautiful green.. who's is she? Oh her heart is in her mouth and she is is really begining to sweat. "Congratulations Izz, he's a love!"

Squaln breaks out in a song. "Go, Khae!" Pause. Ponder. "Gooooo Khaaaeeee!"

From the hatching sands, Lady of the Desert Sands Gold Dragonet wanders along the edge of an area where the Candidates are spread apart more.. passing by a petite strawberry blonde, she pauses, extending her muzzle curiously and sniffing with great purpose... then, as suddenly as she stopped, she steps back, startled by something, and sidesteps farther down the line of Candidates.

From the hatching sands, K'ven, having just settled Beyla, realizes that another candidate has impressed. Hotfooting it over the hothot sands, he taps the new bluerider on the shoulder. "Izz is it?" he asks, smiling briefly before gesturing over his shoulder. "Follow me, please? Food's this way.."

Rouchita walks with long sure strides up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

Mirenda leans father forward; anymore and she's topple right on top of the people infront of her. "The blue! It impressed! And and! Another green!" she chirps merrily, continueing with her speach to no one. "I can't wait to see who's gonna impress that gold!" she finishes.

Azlynn stares, her eyes darting all around the sands and just...wows...a silly grin plastered across her face.

Kazandar sighs, sitting down again. Another green...What's this world coming too?

Sarah yells happily for those impressd. "Go Izzy!" she shouts and rises from her seat. "This is so amazing! Ooh look, another green!"

From the hatching sands, Izzady beams brightly at the others as he ushers his new lifemate off to the side, himself being more wobbly than the hatchling.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn clutches Filli's hand even tighter, eyes wide as the gold starts advancing on the candidates. "Look, Filli! She's coming... down the line. Wow." She can't even move in the sandal, lest her balance be lost again and she collapse on the ground.

From the hatching sands, Naomi pulls back from Marianne's side just a little, hand going over her chest for a moment as she breathes, slower than she probably should, but at least grateful to -not- be hyperventilating. Some down, some left, and more eggs on the sands. She shuffles just a little ways away from the harper candidates, clutching her robe, and starts for someone new.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia's heart was about to break when the gold stops near her. But no, she moves on. "Not me?" Her heart does break now and a tear, made from nervousness, drops down her cheek. "B-bbut!" She bites her lip and watches, wondering how in the world a gold could have passed -her- up.

From the hatching sands, Hannah lets her moon-pale hair fall in front of her face so that she can watche the gold surreptitiously. Though, the strands are lank with the heat of the sands. "Merra... Egan..." She clings tightly. Cling...cling..

From the hatching sands, Egan ees and squeals and squees. "Green. Gold. Gold. Green. Grold. Goen. Greengold. Goldgreen." Deathgrip. Must kill Hannah and Tierza's hands. "I'm.. I'm... going to explode?" From something. We hope not literally.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia continues rubbing at her eyes, letting the hand that had been clinging to Lors drop to rub with both hands. Because of course, flying sand has a habit of getting in eyes at the worst moments. Blinking a few times, she tries to see before going back to the rubbing.

From the hatching sands, Filli eyes just about fall out of her head at the sight of another green. "Look another green." she tells the herder she is holding on to. At the comment about the gold she turns her head too look. "She is isn't she."

"Izzady!" Kylianna bursts out with some healer pride for her fellow apprentice. Yes! "Blue's a /lovely/ color..." Specially for a healer. A healer like /Izzady/. She likes her healer men, yep.

From the hatching sands, Beyla... or is it Yla now... Yes... that's right... Yla... would be perfectly content to spend her life just staring raptly at her little dragon, if the dragonet's creelings of hunger weren't so insistent that is. "Here you go..." she says, reaching for the meat. "Stop making me so hungry..." she says, teasingly. She /just/ ate. Several hours ago.

From the hatching sands, Lady of the Desert Sands Gold Dragonet pauses in her search, all else falling away, forgotten, as she finally sets determined eyes upon her *one*. Moving decisively now toward her chosen, she finds the fair-haired, wide-eyed young girl-woman she sought and favors her with an elated warble, fanning her wings out a bit as she steadies herself in front of Hannah.

From the hatching sands, Tierza says, "Egan.. Tstar..." Hannah!!!! "Oh Hannah!!!!"

From the hatching sands, Merra can't help but stare at the gold that's making her rounds. Hannah gets a nervous smile, an attempt to reassure. "Don't worry, darling, it'll-- HANNAH!!" She drops the girl's hand, stepping back in awe.

From the hatching sands, Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet tosses her head, gazing with imperial dignity upon the candidates, stepping forward to find that special one, investigating many, but finding none to her liking as of yet.

From the hatching sands, Managing somehow to see Izzady Impress, although she's crunched between to of her friends, Marianne releases Sorc's hand, waving it wildly in the air in congraulations, "Izzady! Luck to you, my friend!" As Naomi walks away, Marianne looks after her in concern, leaning over to Sorcen. "Nao looked like she was about to fall over, Sorc. D'you think she's all right over there?"

From the hatching sands, Tstar smiles slightly and nods as the Gold settles infront of Hannah, she blushes lsightly and releases her grip on Tierza's hand. "Good choice." She mutters softly.

G'deon jumps out of his seat and starts cheering, regardless of the yells to sit down. "It's Hannah!" he calls out, clapping the backs of the fellow 'Reachians around him.

Pyrene gives a sudden gasp and half-leaps from her seat. "She didn't?? Oh, Faranth, oh faranth, oh Faranth! Hannah!!" One hand gives Sasha a deathwrench, while the other stabs at Lylia. Look at /that/.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn swings around, hops awkwardly, and squeaks out another name at the next impression: "Hannah!" Hop. She's never going to regain her dignity after this hatching is over.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia refuses to look at the gold as she chooses Hannah and instead focuses on the Lotus dragonet. "Fine. You're mine. Pick me." She whispers, noting just a tinge of gold in the hide. If the gold didn't pick Lors, it's her own fault. She'll still get the best green on the sands.

Hynolonie grips the bench she is sitting on as her eyes grow wide. "A.. A A GOLD?" The little girl, who's never hardly spoken above a whisper, takes the moment her sister Impresses to shout as loud as she can.. which is quite loud. "HURRAH, HANNAH!"

Z'diah says, "Siddown, G'deon.. Geez, all your manners 'liminated by being in the frozen wastes?"

From the hatching sands, Tierza says, "oh Tstar, just like you were saying.. they /do/ know the best match.." Eyes ther green and tries not to wish too hard."

From the hatching sands, Saria grabs hold of T'rell's arm. "Look!" she hisses softly. "The gold. She chose Hannah!" Saria beams proudly. "That's the one from High Reaches, Areiah's girl."

Natch doesn't move, but her excitment is in her voice when she states the obvious. "The gold impressed!"

Daeyn leans forward on her elbows, lips twitching in some unidentified emotion before she can't help but cheer for her fellow 'Reaches denizen. "No, Misi ... it's Hannah!" The brownrider ought to write a book of the obvious.

From the hatching sands, Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg allows its cracks to ring around its shell while the dragonet within peeks out with the twinkle of things to come. A rustle and a promise. And then something more.

"Hannah!" Lylia gives a high-pitched squeak, nearly bouncing. "Hannaaaah!" A gold? "I always knew she could be a goldrider..." Ly puffs out her chest slightly, grinning madly. Such a cute little pair, indeed.

From the hatching sands, Egan ees. And near faints, going splat ont he sands, but the heat quickly revives him. "It's a /gold/! /The/ gold! You got it, Hannah, yours!" And he eyes the ever-close gold, but makes no comment. "Hee. Hee. Eyeyeyeyeee!" Back to the green, now. "Look. It's.. there." Nod.

"Hannah!" Pia exclaims, hands clasped in glee. "Way to go, dear." Not that Hannah can hear her, but that's not about to stop her.

Squaln whistles loudly again from the stands!

Sasha leaps into the air only heaved back down by Pyrene's grip "Whoooo! Hannah!!!"

From the hatching sands, Kaltia manages to open her eyes enough to see the gold going to Hannah and calls out a Congrats that is muffled by the hands rubbing her eyes. Blinking a few more times, she manages to open her eyes, now red from the rubbing, to watch the sands once more.

From the hatching sands, Filli grins as Hannah impress. "Hannah!!!!" she bounces pulling Khae's arm with her. "She got the gold!"

From the hatching sands, Tierza pulls back on egan.. wobbling as he heads down.. "Oh no, stand u7p Boy!"

Slippa whoops, jumping up and pumping an arm in the air as the gold Impresses. So she doesn't exactly know Hannah...but she's from High Reaches, ain't she? Enough excuse to bounce about and be mad for a second. "Well done, Hannah!" She yells down to the sands.

G'deon grins back at Z'diah and winks. "Sorry, forgot myself. She's one of ours you see." He frowns a bit as he sits. "Well... /was/ anyway..."

Misra looks momentarily disappointed. "Oh," she says. And then she's back to bouncing 'gain. She points at the lotus green. "Is /that/ mom's dragon, then?"

From the hatching sands, T'rell watches -- no, not so much the golden dragonet, though she is the subject of part of his attention, along with her choice; no, not her, but Saria. He smiles at her enthusiasm and pride, and nods back to her, pleased. "But of course," he tells her, somewhat flippantly, and with a wink. "They always choose High Reaches folk."

Kinecha grins broadly as the Reachian impresses Gold, giving G'deon a clap on the back in return. "Alright, Hannah," she calls out, though not loud enough for everyone to hear.

On the ledge, Tai's jaw drops. Again. Oooh.

From the hatching sands, Char blinks as Hannah Impresses the gold, turning towards Orb. "Isn't she that really shy one from the 'Reaches whose been her Faranth..." she trails off and shrugs, waving her congratulations to the new goldrider. "Huzzah, Hannah!"

On the ledge, "Hannah!" Clearly Lyne's both surprised and elated by the choice the gold made, yet cheers just as enthusiastically as the rest of the crowd. "It's about time." she murmurs, grinning and chuckling.

From the hatching sands, Hannah blinks at the gold at her feet. She releases Merra and Egan and throws her hands around the gold's neck. "Dhiammarath... Dhiammarath..." She looks up at those around her and blinks; she is quite stunned.

Brell walks in.

Sarah stands and cheers, "WELl DONE!" The girl settles back in her seat, the joy of impression revolving around her. "Whoo! Hannah!" she calls and grins happily.

Mirenda cheers. The gold impressed! She's moving so much, leaning so far forward, that the flit has completely toppled from her shoulder, falling into her lap. The brown squaks a harsh scolding at her, crawling up her dress to return to his perch on her shoulder.

On the ledge, Shaela's is down on the floor, too. Hannah!

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

Serafa walks in.

"I didn't hear it!" Pyrene cries anxiously. "What name did she say? What name?"

From the hatching sands, Sorcen peers after Naomi, only half comprehending what Mari send. "Umm, yeah?" It's a good thing Merra's still got hold of his hand, or he'd be lost. "Hannah!" Way too much going on to take in at once. The hot-sand-dance is performed in part by Sorc as he tries to focus on everything at once.

From the hatching sands, Egan is released. Woah. And stumbles into Tierza, then looks up. "Eh. /Merra/, darling!" Cough. "Hold hands?" And be a niice, haappyy faamillyyy-- err.

On the ledge, And from the ledge above comes a roar as the compliment of High Reachian riders cheers their Senior Gold's fosterling, "Haaaaaaaannnnaaaaaaah! Way to go!"

From the hatching sands, Marianne watches Hannah Impress the golden dragon of such beauty with sparkling eyes that hold no hint of resentment, nor of wistfulness.. just celebration for her fellow candidate.

From the hatching sands, Peanut Butter Chocolate Egg shudders rapidly in ever-growing circles, heedless of where it spins, out of control. Chocolate bulges outwards, striations appearing across the mixed-up shell. Abruptly, it falls completely still, silent... a moment, two... And shell showers the sands and surrounding Candidates as it explodes in a cloud of sharp-edged shards, a melodical trumpeting announcing the arrival of Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet.

From the hatching sands, Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet
From the hatching sands, Moonlight steals across his long and limber neck, enchanting the woodlands of his draconic hide with its otherwordly glow. Silvery lights spiral across his slender torso, dipping betwixt the glances of summer's green and wending its carefree way through the twisted branches of oak and ash to travel along the fine willow of fragile wing-spars. Lunar beams dapple upon the surface of his brambles as it filters through the webbed foliage of wings' canopy. An evening's mist frolics along the aged cedars of his hardy legs, lifting to tickle along the curve of his rounded tummy with fairy-kisses and mischievous dreams. Finally, beam's molten silver pools 'tween the jaded ridges his fey tail, granting redwood's bough with the last of a puckish twinkle.

From the hatching sands, Naomi hardly stops in her pacing across the sands to acknowledge what Mari says, and barely even stops to observe the gold's choice of Hannah, though a nod is sent her way. Khaelyn's in her line of sight now, and is reached quick enough, and she reaches out to her. "They're all gone, see?" is whispered to the herder/candidate, voice just audible.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc is really dancing now, and jumping and more! "Hannah! Woo! Way to go!" he yells out happily, if not a bit belatedly as it took him that long to realize the impression. And now a brown impresses, causing him to just oogle.

Surupa applauds for the new goldrider, and yet her friend is still there upon the sands and with another fellow Herder. "Well, at least Khae still hasn't been taken away... Yet." Of course the rest of the eggs are eyed carefully, and then the gold as well. "Quite the mouthful of a name, and yet quite lovely." Though this young woman won't dare attempt to say a dragon's name-- as confusing as they all seem to be. "Go, Khaelyn!" She shouts, watching the new brown pop out of his shell. "Gorgeous!"

On the ledge, D'ven is beaming broadly. "Nice choice." Apparently Bith agrees, judging from the truimphant bugle. Noone wanted to hear for the rest of the day, did they?

Brell goes home.

From the hatching sands, Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet follows after her golden sister, perhaps there is something interesting along that way. After all, if her sister found the right one there, perhaps she shall as well?

From the hatching sands, Sejith arches his neck over to get a better look, now; he has been keeping himself out of the way, but curiousity and the wonder at the new hatchlings asserts itself and, well, here he is.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn clutches Naomi's hand with her free one. Can't be losing her balance here. "Faranth. I can't stand up," she hisses, wobbling dangerously back and forth even as more eggs hatch. "Wow. A brown. He's /cute/!" Just like everything else.

Sarah grins at the sight of a brown hatchling. "What a cute one!" she calls and grins and laughs. "Pick a good one!" she yells to the hatchling and smiles to herself.

From the hatching sands, Saria steps closer to T'rell, her hand still on his arm, and can't help but laugh at the bronzerider's comment - suddenly, now, she's really enjoying this moment. She impulsively reaches up and kisses him on the cheek, and then remains close to his side. "They'll choose the right ones," she says softly. "It's in their blood."

Schala squirms past Holder and rider alike as she spots Serafa among the masses. "Oh, Serafa.." she begins with a gasp, "Izzady Impressed a blue, and there was a gold hatching!"

"I don't have the faintest idea," Daeyn murmurs to Misra, subsiding into tense silence to watch and wait.

From the hatching sands, Tstar quirks ane eybrow at the newest arival. What's this? If I be not mistaken that's the shrewish knave Robin Goodfellow! My, my what a brown.

Satha dashes in late as usual, she took a ground ride up here having not been privleged with air transportation. She peers about for fellow istan herders and creeps with apologies past other groups to get to them. Golds impression isn't even spotted.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia makes her hands into fists at her side and closes her eyes tight as she mumbles her mantra "Pick me, pick me, pick me" Lors will not go home without a dragon and this green seems to be as close to gold as she'll get, with those sparkles.

From the hatching sands, From Russia With Buzz Egg rolls over in the sands, bumping up next to another and wedging itself in there tightly.

From the hatching sands, Filli watches as a brown appears, "Look at the brown isn't he just darling." she says before here eyes flick back to the Lotus Green who is now following the same path that gold did.

From the hatching sands, Hannah leads Dhiammarath off to the side where the other newly impressed are gathering. She is looking shell shocked and still not quite elieving it's happening.

Serafa beams back at Schala "Really? and I missed it? what a shame" Well there was chores to be done.

From the hatching sands, Sorcen isn't aware of /everything/ going on, but he does notice the hatching of a brown. "Merra look, it's a brown! Mari!" The hand in Merra's hand is again tightened, and he blinks a few more times, trying to get a good look at the brown.

From the hatching sands, Merra arches a brow at Egan. "Weren't you the one that told me girls are icky?" But she obligingly moves to grip the nanny's hand. "Wow, a brown. And a rougish fellow at that. The renegade of the clutch, mayhap?

From the hatching sands, Cherry Garcia Egg tips and wobbles reluctantly, knocked on the side once more by a rather energetic egg to its right that seems intent on shuddering into an explosion. Settling back onto the hot sands, it seems consumed by an aura of watchfulness - this time spiked by a heady dose of impatience.

From the hatching sands, Lotus of the Nile Green Dragonet makes her way across the sands, investigating first one, then another white robed candidate, finding none to her liking. She lifts her head up and turns it from side to side, looking, seeking, finally eye contact is made. She presses forward, lifting her head to nudge oh so gently at the emerald eyed candidate standing before her, tail lashing as she chooses her one, her only, her Egan.

From the hatching sands, Tierza shakes ehr ehad and tries to stay focused in the ehat. The green hasn't chosen yet, so she is gonna hope as long as possible. And now a beat of a brown.

"Brown." Yehaw. Lylia's happy now. After all, it's a /brown/. With a bright cheer, the rider adds her own critique. "Lovely little fellow... Not as handsome as my Druseth, y'know." Gotta be more bloodthirsty to be a true stud.

From the hatching sands, Quarith raises her head and turns to nuzzle Sejith's neck, crooning warmly.

"I can't believe Hannah Impressed gold!" Pyrene continues to mutter to those near her, ignoring trifling matters such as the fact she was betting on her. "I mean... the girl's so shy. What will she do come mating time." Remembering herself, she straightens her shoulders brightly. "Of course, she'll be /wonderful/. Had training helping Areiah and all... Oh, /look/ at that brown. He'll Impress Merra, just you look!"

From the hatching sands, Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet tumbles from the remains of his shell, rolling quite a distance to thoroughly litter his woodland hide with the speckles of scorching sands. Progress comes to a halt at the feet of a trio of white-robed candidates. At it is at this point where he explodes with arms and legs and every other appendage akimbo. Oh yes, time for some fun.

Schala nods quickly, and pull Serafa over to her previous spot. "Yeah, now we just gotta wait on Nanoc, see, he's over there..." And she points out onto the sand at a singular white form.

Misra tilts her head ever-so-slightly to one side and points at the brown. Her feline Robin Goodfellow seems to have lost all interest in the proceedings; indeed, he's fallen asleep on her lap. "Is that mom's, then?"

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn wobbles a little more and finally stands up straight, if leaning a bit to Filli's side. "Yup. Absolutely darling. And hyper." It is a cute brown, now that she can see him.

From the hatching sands, Marianne captures Sorc's hand once more. "Don't you go anywhere. Don't you leave me to fall on the sands," she laughs. Not that he had been making the move to do so, but still. Grinning rougishly, Marianne redirects her gaze towards the egg pile as she watches them shake, rattle and roll... "A brown.. it's a brown! And, but more importantly, look, Sorc! A green for Egan, for our nanny!" Marianne's laughter lilts over the space around her, merrily dancing, just as her feet are. She can't seem to keep still.

Kazandar looks rather smug as the green on the sands choosing Egan. Another green down...

From the hatching sands, "After all," T'rell places his hand over Saria's, just a brief gesture as he grins; "Their parents chose us."

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia continues to stand as still as a statue, eyes closed and hands balled into fists. She's not going to watch anymore. Her dragon will have to get her attention and get it good.

On the ledge, "Brown. Oh...Brownbrown..." Lyne begins to bounce lightly where she sits, knowing her brother had hoped direly for this colour to be his own. "He's yours, Sorc..." At least, she hopes.

From the hatching sands, Tstar blinks as someone so close to her impresses. "Egan!" My is she slow on the uptake today... Very slow on the uptake. Wait? Did Buzz egg move?

From the hatching sands, Yla manages to pull herself out of her lifemate's whirling gaze as the green's hunger begins to be assauged, and she starts looking around. "Oh... Libby... Hannah... Izz..." She mutters, stroking muzzle while still feeding, attention divided.

Serafa's eyes had already saught out the other healer candidate. "I know its all very exciting" she says her brown eyes sparkling.

Sasha snorts.."Come mating time she'll do what we all do...." a sardonic grins is given to her friend."and if she's got any sense she won't let it get to her...."

From the hatching sands, Merra does a happy little sand dance for Egan. Lord, what fool these mortals be... "YAY, EGAN!" She has the presence of mind to release his hand, stepping out of the way yet again.

From the hatching sands, Egan stares. Wobble. And then there's that tail-lash. And then there's.. "Fiareth." Swoon. "/My/ Fiareth." Beam.

From the hatching sands, Filli cheers as the green chooses Egan, "Way to go Egan!" she calls before looks back at the brown. "Hyper can be good." she comments with a grin.

Azrail heads down the stairs.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia glances sideways slightly at Lors, reddish eyes wandering momentarily away from the wandering dragonets, a quick call for Egan. "Congrats!" And the she peers once more at Lors. "Ya okay?" She doesn't really like the girl, but she should be nice, no?

Pyrene's attention goes over to Egan. "Oh, she'll be a pretty one for him..." she murmurs. "Wait a moment, don't I know him?" She could swear he looks familiar. Sasha is nudged companiably. "I hope she doesn't do what /you/ do.... Isn't that brown /adorable/?" If none of the candidates want him, Pyrene will take him home.

From the hatching sands, From Russia With Buzz Egg quivers, a small earthquake happening within. Cracks begin to appear slowly, starting within a deep swirl of mocha and cream, and almost spiraling their way out to cover the egg. Finally, the egg begins to collapse, eggshell dribbling off at an alarming rate, finally mostly dissolving to show the hidden treasure within: Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet.

From the hatching sands, Tierza releases Egan's hand and looks about for soemone to fill the gap. Hannah isn't there either..." Yay Egan! Enjoy her.."

From the hatching sands, Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet
From the hatching sands, Aglimmer with the subtle sparkle of magic, a delicate silvery mist swirls about this dragon's petite form, insubstantial mystery cloaking her brilliant hues and hushing them to a pale whisper. Hints of emerald and turquoise intermingle over the refined curves of her head, marbling and blending in an ethereal harmony that slips and escapes down the underside of her neck as it gradually fades to a ghostgum as elusive and unsubstantial as moonlight over the slim chamber of her underbelly. An illusion of pallid gold gleams tangled around her forehead, celestial glory exquisite but concealed with all her mysterious beauty behind the wisps of iridescence. Echoes of spring gold tip each neckridge with a fleeting shimmer of a fickle kiss, flightily catching the light with an abandon equalled by the may and grass-green vines tumbling and weaving over her wingbones. Caught in the whimsical interlacing, rose, primrose and morning glory blossoms -- all gently kissed by faintest silver stardust -- peek out from behind.

From the hatching sands, Hannah is not too consumed with her new lifemate to glance up and smile a shy little smile. "Congrats" gets called out to Egan.

On the ledge, A startled blink. "E/gan/?!" Lyne laughs, giving her an excuse to allow her tears to flood over the lids of her eyes. "Go Egan!" The nanny, of all people.

Daeyn blinks at the brown and shakes her head. "I doubt it ..." Something about the concept of Merra on brown just boggles her mind. Maybe it's because her conception of brown is Anwyllth ...

From the hatching sands, Coffee Heath Bar Crunch egg tumbles into another egg next to it, and shatters, revealing a blue.

From the hatching sands, Tierza says, "Ohhh!!!!!" Is all Tierza can say about this new green beauty. "Ohhh!"

From the hatching sands, Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet shimmies from muzzle to the tip of his tail, wings fluttering away from his sides as they unfurl. Dragonet parts the trio with a sidling butt of his head, plunging through with nary a glance back. Tail flickers once in the sands, sending a spray up and away before prancing away and leaving the scene of the crime.

Schala blinks and comments. "I can't believe it, this is the third green, I think, I might've missed one." Turning to Serafa, she inquires, "Did you know what color Nanoc wanted?"

From the hatching sands, Sorcen grins in Mari's general direction and doesn't notice Egan's Impression until everyone starts shouting his name, at which point the Harper/Candie joins in. "Alright, Egan!" A little quieter, "I would never let you fall in the sand, Mari." A hint of humor in the tone adds to the twinkle in his eye as he winks at her.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia gives a sharp nod in Kaltia's direction, but still remains with eyes closed. "I don't wanna watch anymore." She explains out loud. "I'm scared that Larisseth lied to me." The last is whispered, afraid that the other dragons might get angry with her for saying so.

From the hatching sands, K'ven hurries back over to tap the new goldrider on the shoulder. "Um.. miss... follow me, please?"

Kazandar groans. /Another/ green? Oh well...

From the hatching sands, Lib turns to beam at Beyla, nodding her head. "I know." She answers, running her hands over Alishath's hide. Nervous glances are given back to Naomi rather often, Lib anxious on her friend's behalf.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc widens his eyes, sending yet another rounds of "Woo hoo Egan!" to Egan, of course, but now /another/ green hatches? Eyes dance back to the soon-to-choose hatchlings and the shaking eggs.

From the hatching sands, Lysa smiles as she walks towards Egan, the pauses, letting him have his moment with.. Fiareth? Another Impressive greenrider. "Egan?.. I bet your charming Fiareth is hungry. Why don't you follow me, and we'll get her something to eat?"

Kinecha jaw drop, praising herself lucky that she's up at Reaches and not here with all these greens. "'nother green," she notes, her eyes not moving an nch from the sands.

From the hatching sands, Tstar blinks as the Buzz egg explodes. "beautiful..." She murmurs softly before releasing Tierza long enough to attempt and slap Egan on the back.

From the hatching sands, Naomi looks postively fearful. "Egan too? What is this? Some conspiracy 'gainst me?" Khaelyn's clung onto carefully, robe continually undergoing adjustments so she can breathe, and walk, and twist her neck around to stare about the sands. The green and the brown are given glances, before arm from Khae is squeezed again.

Sarah blinks and eyes the goregious green that has erupted and her face lights up. "Look Asca, a green like you," she croons to her baby and grins. "Another beaut," she comments.

From the hatching sands, Tierza says, "lors.. she didn't lie, she only said maybe.. now stop it and be quiet!" Grrr, that girl. "Just chill out!"

Sasha raises a brow at Pyrene "And what is so bad about what /I/ do? " she sees the new green and chuckles..." oh dear more greens!"

From the hatching sands, Filli watches as yet another green show up. Wow greens greens and more greens not that Filli mind. Eyes turn to watch the brown what is he up to she wonders idly.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn hops slightly until she's upright again from where her sliding sandal had been taking her. "He acts kinda' like Seif. Do you know Seif?" she inquires of Filli. "Y'know. THe herder apprentice. You might now, 'cause he's at Keroon." She squeaks at Naomi's arm-squeezing. "Ow."

From the hatching sands, Sejith is all for rubbing necks with Quarith, yessirree-bob. Eyes whirling a bright blue-green, he humms, vibrating bronze on shining gold as he watches the clutch, all enraptured.

From the hatching sands, Yla catches the glances towards Naomi that Libby is sending, and swallows harshly as she watches, nerves overriding her momentarily before she gets a headbut in the knees from Castaliath. "More food right?"

Squaln is losing his voice. So he squeaks. "GO KHAE!" Cough. Too much screaming..

From the hatching sands, Kaltia shakes her slowly, with a grin. "She said that you could Impress, didn't she? SHe she maybe mean some other time but this?" Yeah, way to be supportive, Kal. With a roll of her eyes, she glances over her shoulder to watch the eggs again. "Do what you want, don't whine to me if ya miss something."

Serafa can do nothing but beam at the other healer girl. "Oh I think he'd be happy with any thing except green"

From the hatching sands, Merra glances at the brown dragonet; her brownriding best friend at the 'Reaches should've Impressed -that- one. They'd probably kill each other. She watches the new green then, well... enchanted.

From the hatching sands, Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet steps eagerly out onto the sands, investigating this candidate and that before moving on, finding that perfect one for her.

Misra points excitedly at the green. "Is that one Mom's if that other one isn't?"

From the hatching sands, E'an looks up, then starts to shuffle Lysa-wards, Fiareth in tow. "Yes, yes. I am. I mean.. she is." And stuff. Need to get used to that.

From the hatching sands, Tierza is handholdless.. and steps another step onto the sands, bemused by the happenings..

From the hatching sands, Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet wanders his way in the direction of a certain wayward creature upon the sands he so enchants. A croon drifts from his throat as he skips to the side, catching one wingtip, but plunging on. What mischief is this? Nostril's blow as he takes in the sight of a candidate having but one of a needed pair? He shall help there.

From the hatching sands, The blue that jumped out of Coffee Heath Bar Crunch Egg moves quickly and decisively toward a harper and the match is made, Weyrling pair moving quickly off the sands.

Pyrene raises her brows at Sasha. "Do you think she'll want what you really really wanted? C'mon Merra!" she bellows down to the sands almost as an afterthought. "It'll be that brown, you watch."

From the hatching sands, Filli shakes her head at Khae, "I don't think I've got to meet Seif yet, been awhile since I've been down to Keroon." she tells the other herder as she watches the little dragonets.

Jhalak walks quikly with long strides up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.

On the ledge, "No...Not that one." Lyne reflects back on what she had said before, shaking her head lightly. "They'd...hurt each other." she smirks, snickering. "Right, Nolth?" Magnolth merely blinks in reply, all his attention focused below.

From the hatching sands, Cherry Garcia Egg heretofore quieter than a sleeping kitten, shudders with a sudden violence, the tiger within no longer constrained; an intricate latticework of cracks spiders across the shell, dividing into smaller and smaller sections until the appearance is that of fractured glass. For a single breath the egg stills, the thousand shards held together by the thinnest of membranes. With a shocking violence the mosaic shatters as a young green makes her emergence with an ear-splitting creel.

From the hatching sands, Shrieking Shrewish Green Dragonet
From the hatching sands, Dark absinthe claims dominance in a wash of intense verdancy, the single hue shading her soft hide to porcelain perfection. Forest shadows reluctantly brighten to a deep jade on expansive sails, subtle difference evident only in bright light. Textbook precision marks the proportions, androgynous flawlessness carrying neither a hint of the feminine nor masculine: head just-so on a neck that curves in exactly the right manner; the supple curve of her tail marking her a green of striking size. The snapping fire of faceted eyes gleams with a dangerous intelligence, fierce countenance utterly marred by a lopsided blob of pale jade set squarely on her snout.

Squaln is still flailing his arms from the stands. He yells some more. "I love you Khaaaeee!" Squeak.

Daeyn draws in a sharp breath. "She's lovely ..." brownrider remarks in a hush. She puts a hand on Michel's for a moment, squeezing lightly, then turns her attention back to the sands and Misi. "I don't know, I don't know," she murmurs. "Watch. Wait."

From the hatching sands, Tstar just tisks at the brown. Mischeif seems to be his bit. This coudl be a very bad thing... But who's he heading for?

On the ledge, "Didn't I say lots of greens?" Shaela inquires as another one Hatches. Shells, she should have put marks on it.

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

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn swings around.. well, still like a drunkard, but now like a drunkard with a candidate squeezing her arm. "Nao, let go? Please?" To Filli: "Oh. You need to meet him."

From the hatching sands, Marianne laughs and playfully tickles her Harper friend's side, her eyes looking up to his face as she murmurs softly, "You had better not.. or dragon or no... I'll chase you down, darling.." She grins sweetly after the endearment, softening it with that as she teasingly laughs, her grin turning rougish, rakish. "Now watch! Look at them all inspecting us!" Marianne's merry eyes slip from her friends slowly as she watches with whimsical amusement and energy the small hatching dragonets.

Pyrene points out the latest green wickedly. "You should have been Standing Pia!"

From the hatching sands, Pulp Addiction Egg explodes with a splash of shells shattering the sands, leaving a tiny bronze to peer about him in shock at the shimmering black sands and the line of white beyond. With a heave of his diminutive bulk, he pushes himself to a stand and wanders over towards those white-robed thing. Just as he passes a little boy, just old enough for the sands, he trips over his own tail and ends up crooning up at the lad. F'ib, with tears in his eyes, gazes up at the crowds in the stands. "He says his name is Liarth."

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia can only tell the happenings on the sands as she hears them, but still doesn't open her eyes to watch. With Tierza's rebuke, she'll remain silent now, other than her mumbled mantra: 'pick me pick me pick me pick me'

From the hatching sands, Merry Wanderer of the Night Brown Dragonet's dance-like movements have, so far, drawn him from one cluster of Candidates to another and on again, rarely a pause between steps. But now he falters, stumbles, stunned for one instant. And in that misstep, he trips forward, landing heavily at the feet of a young girl. Whirling eyes meet blue-grey ones while he sprawls before her, most intent upon Khaelyn.

From the hatching sands, Lysa laughs and grins, and becons the two, weyrling and hatchling over. "Yes. well, We have all sorts of food ready for her, so, go ahead and feed her, ok?" As soon as she sees that E'an is heading in the right direction, her eyes turn back towards the sands, eyes upon the candidates, looking for more Impressions.

From the hatching sands, Filli nodnods to Khaelyn only to turn and looks and see her impress, "Well done Khaelyn!" she cheers happily for her fellow herder.

From the hatching sands, Tierza stumbles and drops to her knees, almost not noticing the heat.. "Khaelyn! YAY!"

"Very funny, Pyrene." Pia retorts haughtily, chin lifting in a not-so-subtle response. "As if I would be paired with such a sullen looking creature as that green."

Squaln claps and whistles more. "Alright KHAELYN!!"

Sarah blinks as the next green hatches and she watches the brown impress. "Go Khaelyn!" she calls and grins happily, eyeing the person cheering wildly for the newly impressed.

Jhalak looks around for someone he might know. He spots Tamber and starts in his direction "Tamber!" Must find seat, wheres a seat. He cant stand 'round whole time. "Didn't expect to find you here."

From the hatching sands, Merra stares at the newest green, wondering if it's too late to run screaming in the general direction of her home Weyr. "Wha...? KHAE! CONGRATS!" Or yell her way home, mayhap.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc laughs and grins towards the Herder "Now aren't ya glad we pulled ya from outta that cot? And congrat!" he calls out to Khaelyn.

Pyrene agress amiably. "True, true... you'd need something to balance you out."

Surupa can't breath; can't blink; can't think... Her amber eyes dim out completely and she simply wavers slightly in her place. Khaelyn? Brown? "KHAELYN!!!!" She shrieks out at the top of her lungs to her friend, movement finally coming in on the young woman as she swings her arms up above her head and quickly bounces upon her very seat. Fellow Herder and friend had just Impressed... And a /brown/.

From the hatching sands, Urban Jumble Egg gives a shudder, the heart of the city, the bustle and the hustle inside it growing nearly too much for even this hardy shell to bear.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia catches the Impression of the herder, a broad smile sent towards Khaelyn. "Congrats!" Silencing herself, she waits for the name, even as she watches the pair of greens out of the corner of her eye.

Rhylar stands when Khaelyn Impresses. "Congrats!" he calls out to her. The apprentice grins at the Impression and starts to clap.

From the hatching sands, Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet follows where others have gone before her, peering into the sea of white, seeking the one. After peering at a miner, she backs away and moves onward, forward.

Corbeau walks in.

From the hatching sands, Naomi does let go, now, turning her gaze from Khaelyn and beginning to step away, just as an Impression is made. "Khae! No!" But there's no stopping it now, is there? Step, sidestep, stumble... slow as can be, the girl moves across and around, reaching Merra, now. "Merra," is hissed, almost tentatively. But the newly hatched ones regain her attention soon enough...

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn, quite simply, drops, single-sandaled legs folding underneath her as she stares at the brown in front of her. "Itazurath," she murmurs, untangling herself. "Itazurath."

From the hatching sands, Tstar grins. "Congratulations Khae!!" Her eyes flicker back towards teh eggs, but she shrugs it off for now, she doesn't /think/ any of them ar too close. "Beautiful name."

From the hatching sands, Shrieking Shrewish Green Dragonet shrieks a rather loud demand for attention, shaking loose the last fragments of shell that cling to her hide. Stalking steps bring her forward, sharp gaze scanning the candidates and then dismissing over half of them, turning her back on a large part of the white-robed group.

On the ledge, "Hey! It's...that girl! That girl...Khaelyn! Go Khae!" Lyne cheers adamantly. Magnolth sends up his own congratulations via a low-throated rumble. If that girl can survive being flung off his back and into the ocean, she deserves that little one. Lyne

From the hatching sands, Hannah calls out "Congrats" to another of her fellow candidates who impressed. For once her shy face is suffused with a glow that bespeaks of a great joy. She casts a glance at the weyrwoman and her dragon and the clutchfather's lifemate as well.

From the hatching sands, Tierza stands back up as her knees burn.. brushing the hot sands aways and staring at the marks left behind. She refuses to look out at the greens, she isn't sure she can take much more of this...

From the hatching sands, K'ven grumbles as he trots back over to the crowd of candidates to pick out the newest Weyrling, "If I'd known it would be this much work, I'd've never said yes." He clears his throat, waiting for girl and dragon to get to know each other before leaning forwards. "Itazurath. Lovely name. Come." Yes, he's getting more and more brief as time goes by.

From the hatching sands, Filli blinks as she is now kindly standing alone on the sand. Oh well, at the sound of a shriek she sturns to see where it's comming from and notices the Shrieking Green.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia allows herself to open her eyes just a tad, but sees nothing but the sand beneath her feet until she looks up again and sees the newest of the greens. "Ew ew!" She shreiks, jumping towards the back. "If Lib's was ugly- this one is the worst!" Lors says, much more quietly. "Don't let her pick me." She begs.

From the hatching sands, Sorcen bounces up and down a few times in an attempt to dispose of some pent-up nervous energy. Even when he stops bouncing, he still keeps the nervous twitch in his leg; he can't help it, really. "Alright Khae!" Not very original in his congratulations, but he's not quite thinking clearly. "Is it me or are there a lot of greens?" The question isn't asked to anyone in particular, just to whoever might be listening.

Hatching Grounds **BROADCASTING** (#4321)
The heat here is stifling, encompassing, swallowing mind and hazing sight into waved oblivion. Sparkling, coarse black sand simmers with volcanic urgency underfoot, its hillocks and dunes arranged to queen's liking; reflected light filters in, offered no even perceived respite. When empty, the vault of this cavern is hushed, still that echoes and rebounds; when occupied, it is intensified: clutch dominates view, and off to one side, protected by broody and watchful gold, is Smooth and Creamy World's Best Vanilla Egg. Every sound resounds twicefold as loud as was intended.
Flitting about is IstaWeyrBldr.
Gold Quarith, green Castaliath, green Shrieking Shrewish Green Dragonet, gold Dhiammarath, blue Nuadayth, green Fiareth, brown Itazurath, green Alishath, green Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet, and bronze Sejith are here.
You see Southern Pecan Pie Egg, Creamy Vanilla Scoop Egg, Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg, Urban Jumble Egg, Doonesbury Sorbet Egg, and Peanut Turtles Egg here.
You notice K'ven asleep here.
Saria, Lysa, Elle, Char, Teza, Jozelle, Merra, Hannah, Yla, Lib, Marianne, Kaltia, Lorsalia, Khaelyn, Filli, Naomi, Orbit, Sorcen, Nanoc, Izzady, E'an, Tierza, Tstar, and T'rell are here.
Obvious exits:
Entrance

From the hatching sands, Saria pauses a moment, sensing eyes upon her, and smiles encouragement to the newest goldrider. She gives her a wink, and mouths, "I'll talk to you after," to the young fair-haired woman-child.

Trimaka walks in.

Squaln busts a move. Khaelyn Impressed; she /Impressed/! He's more excited than /she/ is! "Yay Khae!"

From the hatching sands, Tstar chuckles at Sorcen. "There do seem to be this go around. Then again, for all I know this could be normal."

Kazandar grumps. There /is/ a lot of greens...and that does not make this J-man a terribly happy camper.

From the hatching sands, Merra glances at Naomi's hissed call, trying to decide if the younger woman might be safe to hide behind. She skitters over, grabbing her hand. "Okay, as long as that newest green Impresses someone, rather than eating them..."

Pyrene has no idea who Khaelyn is, but cheers her with only a faint moue at another bet lost. "Itazurath?" she repeats. "Well, that trips off the tongue once you get the hang of it... Anyway, since Pia isn't standing, then I say the green goes to that girl I picked earlier." The Lorsalia-one. "Or maybe that Naomi person. I think it was Naomi, we weren't sure. But I met her. She could ride green. Or blue."

From the hatching sands, Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet spies something ahead. A hint of red-gold teases at her vision and she moves forward to investigate, seeking that special one.

From the hatching sands, Char seems to have calmed somewhat as the initial impetus of hatching and Impression is past. She recognizes a few of the candidates Impression and calls out her congratulations to them. "Saria, you said there would be blues. Where are they?"

Z'diah says, "About half green.. That's rather normal."

From the hatching sands, Hannah nods her head to show she understood and returns her attention to Dhiammarath. Lost again, she is, in those glittering eyes.

Bronze_Guest walks in.

Sarah eyes the impressions and takes a sigh of happiness. "I wouldn't care how it looked, a green or any color is precious," she comments, probably to herself.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia tears her gaze aawy from the pair, glaring at the youngest candidate once more. "Be quiet already, will you? If you can't say nice things, close your eyes again." Atleast then she doesn't have to put up with the girl's comments.

From the hatching sands, Marianne grins as yet another candiate is claimed. "You know.. I've never noticed how it is that way... it is a claim on them, isn't it?" Marianne asks this almost under her breath, but audibly. And then her face shoots up as she watches Khaelyn and her dragonet with a smile, not saying a word, but her smile clear enough. With her own energy, she begins to whirl around on the sands.. up and back.. almost like a dance.

From the hatching sands, Khaelyn stands up on wobbly legs. You'd think /she/ was the one just hatched. Itazurath bounds along beside her as she goes where directed by K'ven, stunned.

From the hatching sands, T'rell offers a quick wink of encouragement in Hannah's direction as she passes by, then turns to watch the remainder of the eggs and dragonets. "Blues. Huh," is his murmured comment in indirect response to Char.

Trillian blinks in from ::between::!

From the hatching sands, Tierza mutters and looks about, realising she is along on the sands, she steps back to join the candies left as well. "Filli?" her voice almost childlike in it's nervousness...

Elyse walks in.

From the hatching sands, Naomi is rather cloudy-eyed again, herself, as she merely holds to Merra, staring at the shrieking one, but remaining purposefully calm. "Lookit," is her one-and-only comment, hand holding to her stomach now as the candidates are picked away, one-by-one...

Surupa wouldn't dare try to say Khaelyn's new lifemate's name; the name quite long enough to trip the tongue. "Khae!" She shouts out at the tip of her lungs, only to collapse on the seat and taking a deep breath. "She'll be missed," she murmurs to herself, only to give Squaln a side-long look and then leaping back to her feet in order to cheer some more. There is still a Herder down there, anyways.

From the hatching sands, Pale Faerie Queen Green Dragonet glides smoothly along the sands, carefully investigating a group of candidates with a tilted head, before moving on with a faint croon. Lost in a sea of white, she glides smoothly, the candidates parting before her as she moves, ever seeking. As something, no, someone catches her eye, she moves toward a tall redheaded girl, inspecting her with careful eyes. Finally, she makes her claim, fluttering forward to nudge at Tstar.

From the hatching sands, Saria points, insistently, to Nuadayth, and Izzady. "Char, there's a blue. See?!"

Squaln points as Khaelyn is escorted off the Sands. "I know her!" he yells again. "I. Know. HER!" Grin.

From the hatching sands, Filli offers her hand to Tie, "Look there." she says pointing to the shrieking one, "I take it she wants to be the center of attention"

From the hatching sands, Urban Jumble Egg Urban Jumble egg shakes with the intensity of the humming around it, the heart of the crowd, the jumble, the jungle come to life. Cracks appear deep beneath the surface as tiny hairline fractures that grow, gradually, into splits, and finally burst with one immense expenditure of effort into a thousand shards, revealing the glistening body of the bronze dragonet it contained. Eyes alert, and whirling red with determination and hunger alike, he scans his surroundings immediately and purposefully from the moment he is freed from the high-walled confinement of his shell.

From the hatching sands, Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet
From the hatching sands, Alcoholic shades dribble drunkenly across the bulging muscularity of a roguish bronze, a perfection of proportion but monstrously so. Rum darkens the lids that droop over space engulfing orbs, settling in the hollows of a blunt, but broad muzzle and attenuated cheekbones. Whiskey's richness blends with cider's ruddy hue along hulking sides and colossal limbs to spread across the exterior of voluminous sails. The fragile fabric twixt chardonnay spars of the inner wing fades to mead's honeyed gold. Champagne bubbles in frothy highlight along the ridged arch of his back to the very tip of his tail, slashes of chambourd a crimson hint of passion's hue upon capacious hide.

Trimaka heads down the stairs.

From the hatching sands, Southern Pecan Pie Egg conducts a leasurly roll from side to side, obviously languid in its movements. Resting indolently upon a ripple of sand, it continues to wait.

From the hatching sands, Char glares at the goldrider. "I saw that one already." She huffs. "That's only /one/. Where're the rest?" She gestures emphatically at the dragonets scattered across the sands. A whole lot of... of... *gulp* greens... but only one blue."

From the hatching sands, T'rell locates the pair himself just as Saria points, and was about to say the same thing -- but doesn't. Instead, he just nods, and then his gaze is drawn to the newest hatchling dragon. "And here's another bronze," he notes.

Misra points at the bronze excitedly. "Is /that/ Mom's dragon?"

From the hatching sands, Hannah smiles as another one of her group impresses. "Congrats!

From the hatching sands, Shrieking Shrewish Green Dragonet smugly surveys the reactions her calls wrung from the candidates, flexing her talons in the hot sand and turning her back on a smith girl cooing at her with a near-sneer. Chosing a path that brings her through a gaggle of candidates, they scatter before her as the green arrows towards a pair who are holding hands, both watching her -- as they should.

From the hatching sands, Tierza ohhh, what a bronze.. And here she can relax, she knows he can't be for her...

Daeyn claps her hands to her face. "No, Misi ... women can't Impress bronzes ... not even your mother," she completes the sentence wryly.

Squaln wooooo's! The lad is still screaming at the top of his lungs for Khaelyn, tho she is most likely not there. His voice will be gond by the time the Hatching is finished. Guarenteed.

From the hatching sands, Tstar just freezes as something nudges her and stares at the green her eyes absolultely round. "Elbareth... her name is Elbareth" She goes down on one knee and strokes the slivery creature's eyeridges.

Kazandar grins, cheering for Tstar and her green. A lot of Starries..a lot of greens. That's just plain scary.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc manages to keep himself from squeaking too much as a bronze emerges from the tainted specks of shell, wet and dappled for all of Pern to see. Eyes try their best to focus on him, though a keen observation is held to the others as well.

Sarah looks at the Shreiking green, feeling a pang of pity for the poor thing, and eyes the newly hatched Bronze. "Look Asca, that one's like Auriana's Nakago!" she says, relating the dragons with firelizards. This isn't mutch of a comparison.

From the hatching sands, Merra watches the calmer of the green move forward. "Tstar! Way to go!" she calls, eyeing the second green nervously... as it approaches them? She's looking for Nao, right?

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia watches the shrieking green, herself quiet now, with wide eyes. Too afraid to move, she stands still, hoping that she'll Impress, but only the best of the greens. Not the worst of the lot.

Misra looks absolutely heartbroken. "Why not?"

On the ledge, "Whooo! Good goin', Tstar!" Lyne now climbs to her feet, swinging her arm to rest upon her lifemate's neck as she surveys the rest of the eggs. "C'mon...Oh! A bronze!"

From the hatching sands, Sorcen calls out, "Alright Tstar!" He shakes his head after watching the bronze hatch, then catches movement from his favorite egg. His elbow lightly jabs Marianne in the ribs. "Look, it's rolling." He may sound far too excited about an egg simply rolling when a bronze just hatched, but he's a bit out of it.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia shakes her head, simply burying her face in her hands. Another Starrie. Somehow managing to get a congrats out, she bravely spreads her fingers to peek out at the dragonets.

From the hatching sands, Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet raises his head, taking in his surroundings with an air of confidence, simply remaining still for a moment, knowing that the inspiration will come to him, sensing that his partner is here, somewhere.

From the hatching sands, Filli blinks softly as the green starts moving. She looks to be comming this way but that's just Filli's mind combind with the heat playing tricks on her. Eyes never leave the green, "Congrats Tstar!" she calls out

Daeyn shakes her head. "Because the bronzes ..." On second thought, she's not going to try and explain flights to a four-turn-old. "Because the bronzes don't like women. They're sexist."

Mirenda continues with her babbles to the perched 'lizard. "Look! Alot of impressions...and there's alot of greens this time. And a -bronze-!" SHe always adored bronze dragons for some reason.

From the hatching sands, Tierza moves over to Filli.. left behind from those she was with.. maybe here is where she needs to stand?

Misra looks very cross. "I don't like them then!" she announces very loudly. "Evil bronzes!"

Sarah releases Asca, who launches into the air.

From the hatching sands, Naomi's mind is definitely not centered around relaxation, at the moment, but she continues her steady breathing without complaint. Tstar is given a nod; and finally, a slight smile, but only after said smile is hidden away from view by her hand. Attentions are no longer on any of the dragonets, but rather, on Merra. "Can we leave yet?"

Trimaka walks in.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia notices the other dragons pair off and becomes nervous again, despite the green growing nearer. She whispers to Kaltia, her voice shakey, "That noisy green. She could be pretty, huh? Maybe if she's all fixed up like? That one spot is just so light..."

Pyrene slaps one hand over her mouth to keep from snickering at Daeyn's remark, although she doesn't restrain herself from poking G'deon with her foot. Composure recovered presently, she calls out again: "C'mon browns!" Another survey of the sands and she adds: "Anybody notice how few blues there are? I'm going to ask Saria what she fed Quarith while she was in egg."

Squaln busts a move again. Khaelyn Impressed... a brown! That's probably better than what he could do.

From the hatching sands, Peanut Turtles Egg makes a gradual disintegration on the sands, leaving a befuddled blue to shake his head and survey the new world around him. He gives off a little squawk and leaps to his feet, immediately barrelling into a young man. "Duckth!" shouts A'fleck!

Zinyea's bronze firelizard stands up and takes attention, chirrupping. "Ayuru!" Zinyea scolds, though her ear catches on anyother mentioned lizard. Hmm.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc swallows the knot in his throat as feet shuffle sideways, closer to the other candies remaining on the sands. Chuckling, he shakes his head at Noami "Aren't ya gonna wait till one pops out for ya?"

From the hatching sands, Marianne 's attention, or what was left of it, had been focused on the bronze dragonet's egg as it shatters spectaurally apart. But.. look. There is another one. Her dance comes to a halt, managing to keep that energy contained somehow, someway... And to keep her feet still. "It is.." She watches it intently, but not completely, flicking her yes from that to another interesting episode taking place in front of her friend, Naomi.

From the hatching sands, Lysa approaches Tstar slowly, a bright smile on her face. More greens! This greenrider AWLM could get dizzy trying keep up with all the green Impressions. Lysa clears her throat and smiles, then gets Tstar's attention. "If you want Elbareth will follow me, we'll get her something to eat."

G'deon glares at Daeyn for a moment... or he would be if he weren't grinning too much. "Sexist in a good way."

From the hatching sands, Tierza says, "Lors, she is lovely as is. what you gonna do, dye her?" Grumps at the silly candie.. how can she improve on perfection? "Seriously!"

Asca chitters loudly as she looks at the mass of white below. Fixing her whirling eyes on Sarah's she croons. Why isn't everyone paying attention to me?

Sasha hugs herself in sheer excitement, revelling in the emotion of it all...and remembering how it was when she impressed Branwyth. Leaning over to where G'deon is watching she grins, knowing he is probably feeling the same...."T'was not so long ago...eh?"

Daeyn chuckles softly at G'deon. "Well, I suppose it's only fair ... or males should be able to Impress golds, and that's a fate I shudder at ..."

From the hatching sands, Kaltia nods slowly, tilting her head for a moment, before shrugging. "I think she's fine as is.... If she's yours you can do what you want...." Otherwise....

From the hatching sands, Filli shakes her head at Lors. "Silly." she mummbles softly to herself.

Jhalak goes home.

From the hatching sands, Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet finally moves forward, challenging the first young man in his path. En garde! This one isn't worthy of the challenge.. he's abruptly shoved aside.

From the hatching sands, Tstar shakes herself and chuckles down at Elbareth. "Come on, lets get you somethign to eat..." She starts moving off to the side, where the other new pairs seem to have gone.

From the hatching sands, Merra shakes her head at Naomi, though the same general question is on her mind. "I was wondering about packing my stuff before I go home..." Optimistic? Of course not.

G'deon smiles at Sasha and nods slowly. "No, not so long ago... These hatchings make it seem like yesterday..."

From the hatching sands, Shrieking Shrewish Green Dragonet's scornful gaze once more rakes the assembled candidates, all but one of the white-clad creatures regarded with an equal measure of contempt; her sweeping gaze returns once more to the only figure able to quench the fire of her eyes, the only one worth her attention. Calculated steps close the distance between the green and her honey-haired target: Naomi is caught in her gaze, the heat of her gaze momentarily quenched in a sea of a loving blue.

From the hatching sands, E'an just pats Fiareth. "Of course you can eat more. And more. And more. And.. well, not too much." Nuhp. "Oh! Tstar! Khaelyn! You.. Impressed!"

From the hatching sands, Tierza gasps at the dragonette move. They can play rough. Ohhh, what a day...

Azrail goes home.

Squaln looks at the bronzes. He longs to looks one of them in the eye some day, at his own Hatching. Still, he yells. "Woo-Hoo!"

From the hatching sands, Southern Pecan Pie Egg seems to have roused itself from its obviously sedate posture. A shudder seems to ripple up and down the shell's surface.

From the hatching sands, Lib suddenly jumps up and screams for all she's worth. "GO NAO!" Colour instantly reaches Lib's cheeks at the outburst, but she smiles at Naomi so much it seems her face will break. Girl then settles back down with her lifemate, giving Nao and hers frequent glances.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc is starting to get second thoughts of even wanting to go near that bronze, but as he nudges closer to Naomi, she's, well, she impressed! Forgetting about the others, he chimes a "Yeeah! See! Aren't ya glad ye didn't leave?" to Naomi.

From the hatching sands, Hannah calls out, "Congrats Naomi!" though she dips her head shyly to nuzzle her own lifemate's soft skin.

On the ledge, Lyne laughs as the blue stumbles out from his egg, almost immediately making Impression. "Good. Another blue in all this green insanity." she murmurs before cheering with Naomi's Impression.

From the hatching sands, Southern Pecan Pie Egg casts a few choice flakes to the ground until a bite is taken from the pie's scrumptious shell by that which fills its inner recesses. Crust crumbles away as the hole widens, leaving syrup's rivulets to moisten the sands and a wealth of sugary browns to erupt from within. Pie is fully consumed by the dry heat and all that remains is the most important part: the sweet treat of a dragon rooted firmly in time's every moment.

From the hatching sands, Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet
From the hatching sands, Petrous countenance limns the line of this aristocrat's jaw to be trimmed with the hold of an ancient amber that in itself rests in the grip of a time long past and a future yet to behold. The flecked cobblestones of his cresting ridges conjoin with the sinuous obelisk of an overly long tail to create a mosaic set into the very soul of this dragon's hardened presence. Tuscany's abraded surface trims his sails' tensile plain to be crossed with sand-scoured spars and set with the marble of ichor-darkened veins. Golden browns will forever harrow his glimmering hide, lending to thee a lodestone's riches that accompany a lithic size easily avouched by all.

Pyrene gives a little squeak. "There, she /did/ Impress." A giddy hand points to Naomi. "About right a pairing judging from the meeting I had with the girl." Pyrene's a very good judge of character after a minute's acquaintance. Or at least, no worse than after ten turn's acquaintance.

Serafa smirks "I knew that green was for /that/ one" she says to no-one in particular

From the hatching sands, Khaye and Itazurath make their way over toward E'an and Fiareth, where she settles down and he starts eating. And eating. And eating. "E'an, you.. Impressed, too!" It is E'an, right?

From the hatching sands, Merra steps away -again- as the person next to her Impresses. "Congrats, Nao!" She seems to be a good luck charm for Impression... everyone else's, that is.

From the hatching sands, Filli cheers happily as she watches the green impress, "Way to go Naomi!" she says as her eyes turn to see what lucky male will get the bronze.

From the hatching sands, Sorcen glares reproachfully at Merra for her pessimism. "There're still eggs left on the sands. Don't start packing till they're all hatched." Giving her a nudge with his elbow, he abruptly cheers on Naomi. "Alright Naomi!" Hopefully the other Candies around him aren't sick of his repetative cheering yet.

From the hatching sands, Yla blinks up from her examination of Castaliath's hide at the yell from Lib. "Naomi? OH! NAOMI!" Castaliath turns her head, looking fairly confused at Yla's cheering. It's poetic justice that the girl get green. To Yla, anyway.

Kazandar flops back in his seat, worst nightmares realized. No...he hasn't fainted...yet, but he's darn close. Just let him lie there and moan for awhile...He'll be ok. Maybe....Then again another green riding mentee may do him in...

Devmani scritches at his thrumming flizzens before giving Tevya another big, squishy hug. "So many greens, yeah? Not many blues at all..when d'ya think we'll get one?"

From the hatching sands, Dhiammarath rubs her own still egg-damp head against her lifemate.

Serafa beams innocently "I was just saying Naomi and that green seem well suited" her brown eyes wide

From the hatching sands, Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet runs forward, albeit a bit awkwardly -- his legs, though dragonet-small, are already showing signs of his future size. Fanning his wings out, he moves toward a young, dark-haired healer and stands off, face-to-face with him, sizing him up. Friend or foe?

From the hatching sands, Kaltia takes a deep breathe. "NAO!" Another Starrie turned greeny! But her hands still stay covering her face. She can see fine from the cracks between her fingers. Really.

Pyrene settles herself back down again and studies the sands anew. "There's a brown for Merra, look," she indicates with conviction. "Oh, look the bronze is choosing. Anybody know the lad? I don't recognise him."

From the hatching sands, K'ven seems to be getting the hang of this, sending an assistant he didn't know he had after A'fleck and Duckth as he, himself, heads for Naomi. He waits for the candidate.. er.. weyrling.. to name her beloved and then gestures. "You. Over there. Follow."

Squaln thinks he'd be a good dragonrider some day. Doesnt everyone? Beam. But, right now, he's too busy yelling and cheering and whistling.

G'deon's hands are tightly gripping the edge of his tunic now as the egg count drops and the Hatchling count rises.

From the hatching sands, Marianne beams as her friend Impresses, choosing to ignore that which Sorcen reproaches, squeezing his shoulder lightly and shaking her head, "Everyone's under stress. Besides, there /are/ still eggs to come! Don't let that distract you, all right?" She offers a grin to Naomi and a whirling blown kiss, watching her with a grin on her fact that seems permanently in place over these past hours.

Schala points wildly down at the sands, "Look, oh look Serafa, that bronze is approaching Nanoc!" Previous comment about Naomi is forgotton as she watches the sands intently.

From the hatching sands, Hannah turns to the other new weyrlings and offers them a bright, if shy, grin. "can you believe.. it?" She asks, admireing each of their lifemates.

From the hatching sands, Filli peers to see who is left and where that bronze is head. As she gives quick glance around the sands she notices the brown and smiles softly. Well if he isn't darling.

From the hatching sands, E'an ees. "Look, Fia! Nao 'pressed!" Pause. "Um, no. You're still better than her." *cough* "Much better. Because she's.. and.. whatever. Anyhow."

From the hatching sands, Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet rocks from the remains of his sundered egg, heavy tail flicking to the side to cast the rest of the larger shards to mere dust. Carefully, he rises to his feet, aged eyes gleaming with a light within and tickled with humor's carress. Hesitant steps lead him from spot where he rested for so long, to encroach upon the remains of the candidate crowd.

From the hatching sands, Char does a little dance when she realizes that another blue has hatched and Impressed. "Well, I suppose /two/ will have to do," she says grudgingly, though she counts the eggs remaining on the sands.

Trillian suddenly disappears ::between::!

From the hatching sands, Nanoc isn't about to challenge this hatchling, so instead of running off, or charging, he smiles reassuringly towards him, more so for his own sanity.

From the hatching sands, Naomi stares at that little screiking lump, eyes still a bit clouded over. "Excuse me?" is the first murmur, as she takes a step forward. "Don't take that attitude with me; it's been a long day." But all at the same time, the shouts and the calls from the others -do- reach her, and she manages to bask in final comprehension. "Kaith, you and I are going to get some food." And with that, she and Kaith trudge off towards the other Impresseds.

From the hatching sands, Tierza eyes the brown, and waits.. who will he chose as lifemate?

From the hatching sands, Fireborn Duelist Bronze Dragonet approaches one of these white-robed creatures and stops a few paces away. At first he appears to challenge the young healer, still-wet wings fanned slightly, almost to the point of rushing headlong at him - but instead, he moves slowly closer, step by step, until he is face-to-face with the bright blue eyes of the strong young man who has finally captivated him - his match, his equal. His partner now for life - Nanoc.

From the hatching sands, Nanoc drops to his knees slowly, a hand reaching out to caress the soft hide of the bronze before gradually, he twists his head, grinning broadly "He says... he says his name is Bydelth!" he near squeaks in pure excitement, before ushering the little one to the side out of the way.

From the hatching sands, T'rell surveys the sands; as always, it happens so quickly. The sands are littered with more shells than eggs, dragonets rushing to find their matches from the shrinking group of Candidates. As always, the man is caught up in the power of the scene, and waits, shifting feet in the sands despite the fact that he's wearing sturdy boots to ward off the heat. Frequent glances up at Sejith indicate an ongoing conversation, and he nods in approval as he watches the latest Impression.

From the hatching sands, Filli grins as the bronze chooses Nanoc, "Way to go Nanoc!" she says bouncing softly for her fellow candidate her eyes turn to the brown.

From the hatching sands, Tierza says, "Yay Nan.. Still think it swhould have been a green!"

Schala cheers loudly for the Healer-turned-dragonrider. "Yeah, Nanoc!" She pulls Serafa closer, as if the girl couldn't see for herself. "Look!"

From the hatching sands, Merra shrugs at Sorcen's rebuttal. "I'm just being realistic, Sorc. Nanoc? Nanoc! Congrats!" She momentarily distracted as the healer Impresses the bronze, though the shrinking number of eggs isn't missed.

On the ledge, The egg Sorc had been watching hatches, leaving a brown, and immediately Lyne is cheering wildly. Magnolth adds in his own vocal encouragements, rumbling as talons tip-tap upon the ledge beneath him.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia grins as the bronze Impresses to Nanoc. As if there was any doubt on /that/ matter. "Congrats!" Eyes wander to the others around, then to the remaining eggs. Well, anything can happen, no>

Serafa jumps out off her seat yelling "YAY NANOC I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT" accidentily knocking the other healer girl away in her excitement "Oh sorry Schaela you alright?"

From the hatching sands, Khaye just keeps passing more and more food on to Itazurath. "Eat a little slower, Itazurath? Yeah. That's Naomi. And Nanoc. And.. their dragons. I know." Beat. "I know you're better than they are. And you do, too." Face still wreathed in a grin, she goes on.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia glances at Kaltia as a rush of candidates impress, tears waiting in her eyes to appear. "We're gonna be left, aren't we?" She whispers, her entire ego pricked with a pin and the air let out within seconds.

Elyse glances occasionally at the others present in the galleries, matching comments and exclaimations with faces, but keeps her gaze focused mainly on the sands. So many little dragonets! She gazes upon them with wide eyes, watching as candidate after candidate make their Impressions. Remaining silent, and leaning forwards to peer through the crowd, she watches carefully, not wanting to miss anything.

Mirenda leans forawrd even more. "Hey! I've talked to him before!...his name was..." she states, going into contemplation "Nanoc! Right! And he is...er was...a healer!" She says, a small tingle of ride in her. Both people from her own craft impressed. "HOORAY!" she exclaims, jumping up, brown 'lizard nearly toppling off of her again.

From the hatching sands, Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet presses his paws to the sands, puching depressions into the tensile surface as he moves forward with his ever-sure gait. A kindly gaze is afforded to the recently impressed bronzen pair, but he continues on, granting a tear-full candidate a litling croon. But, he still does not stop.

Schala manages a deft grab at the stone ledge, preventing her from falling. "Oh, I'm fine, this is so great!" At which point she jumps up and down excitedly for Nanoc's Impression.

From the hatching sands, Extremely Caffeinated Bean Egg begins to shudder with percolating energy. The caffeinated shell, fatigued by the exuded agitation, bubbles, boils, melts, the deep and rich core ready to be revealed. Flakes grind away with the vivacious meltdown, sending brewed espresso back to where it began. The meltdown ends and a blue dragonet is left in the aftermath, pondering where he's supposed to begin.

From the hatching sands, Questioning Life Blue Dragonet
From the hatching sands, Tones of midnight, black and grey roil against the darkened void of star-studded hide. A jagged line of pink, slim and fuzzed-white, streaks a pointed muzzle, forking across one rounded cheek in vein-like fashion. A curl of sapphire-striated black twines twixt prominent headknobs, a forelock of sorts to lend a debonnaire air to rugged good looks. Cobalt noir crispations spill across the compact curve of a broad neck to pause at the stormy depths of a navy-kissed shoulder. The muscular timbre of lanky forelimbs and slender build, faint slashes of luminous violet illuminating the tumble of ebon and ash, gives way to an overdeveloped rear, rounded to propel the condensed length of a thick tail. Amidst the blackened membrane of occluded sails, a delicate tracery of gold dances in the revelation of cerulean-tipped spars, bringing out hints of white in the constant spin of fog and twilit sky.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia lets her hands fall from her face, eyes still red from the offending sand. "Left? I don't know Lors.... Maybe. Maybe its just not our turn this time?" Try and reassure. Try.

"Nanoc!" Yehaw! Kylianna's HAPPY, after all. Her Nanoc Impressed. Even if this means no torture anymore... With a little smirk and a grin, she lets out another screech. "Nice lookin' dragon, Nanoc!" Sexy, y'know.

From the hatching sands, Lysa eyes the other weyrling masters then makes her way over to the new bronze pair. She was going to get this one. "N'ano, When you're ready.. We have plenty of food for Bydelth. So, Just follow me."

From the hatching sands, Filli watches the brown waiting to see who he will go to so she can give her congrats to the new pair. She notices the blue hatch and turns her eyes to glances at it.

Azlynn applauds Nanoc's Impression, and catches a full look at the blue. Oh, he's a beauty! Shoot, they're /all/ beauties!

From the hatching sands, Sorcen leans back to get a better look at the bronze and whoever he Impressed. "Nanoc, alright!" Well, a bit of a change, anyway. He lifts a hand to wave at the new Bronzerider, only to realize he's still got a fellow Candie attatched to each side of him. Oh well. Eyes follow Comrade-In-Arms Dragonet, seemingly entranced by him after his attempted wave. He doesn't even notice the hatching of the blue as he watches the brown.

"Nanoc," Pyrene picks up from the cries around her. "C'mon, Merra, Impress that brown!" She glances sidelong at Pia and adds: "BEfore that blue can get to you."

From the hatching sands, N'ano bobs his head, leading the little one on, a permanent smile attached to his face as he follows Lysa "C'mon Bydelth! Let's go get ya somethin' to eat, eh?"

From the hatching sands, Tierza moves closer to Filli, catching up her hand.. and squeezing it.. way too hard...

From the hatching sands, Merra moves over to join Kal and Lors, what little ego she had to begin with going flatter than... someone who's been sat on by a dragon. "Right... what Kal said. But..." She can't be reassuring this close to tears.

Hynolonie stands there staring intensly at Hannah and her Dhiammarath for the longest time. For her, the hatching is over. All she sees is her sister.. sitting there, feeding her new golden dragon. It was always right for her to get a gold.. like Mum's.

From the hatching sands, Questioning Life Blue Dragonet lies in a daze amidst the shattered remnants of his shell, peering upwards at what should be an arch of blue sky and what, beneath him, should be golden sand, instead being stone and ebon. He sighs, turning a confused expression upon his parents. Where does he go from here?

From the hatching sands, Filli grins as her hand is squeezed as she watches both brown and blue dragonet, "Who do you think they will go to?" she ask with a raised eyebrow.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia sniffles softly, making to sit onto the sand, but remembering the heat and simply stands still, trying not to cry, especially after all she boasted that she'd get the gold and Hannah Impressing her.

From the hatching sands, Doonesbury Sorbet Egg shivers, quivers, and pops! A bronze dragonet, a bit gangly and gawky looking, with longish limbs and an odd, twangy sounding creel, lurches forward. A young harper is selected, and G'eorge falls to his knees in front of his lifemate, calling out in a voice that's in the middle of breaking, "H-he says 'is name is Dubyath!"

From the hatching sands, Sejith offers the tiny blue a steady, proud gaze in support and encouragement, a low crooning rumble resonating in his chest.

From the hatching sands, Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet continues his stately progress, tail flicking from side to side with each forward step. Wings unfrul from his sides, aiding to his balance while the last vestiges of egg-goo drip from their tips. Head bobs once, the tickle of a grin encroaching along the line of his maw, and cants to the side. One turquoise-swirled eyes lands upon a candidate in particular, looking almost as though he is listening closely.

From the hatching sands, Kaltia waves the other candidate over, offering the one of the hands that she just can't bear using to cover her face again. "Don't worry... Don't worry...." Something is gonna happen. Something has to happen.

"I don't think that any of those dragons are looking for me," Pia replies with some degree of dignity.

From the hatching sands, Tierza says, "filli, do we stand any chance?" At least this will make a grand finish to her journal..."

From the hatching sands, Filli shrugs softly, "I couldn't tell ya..but indeed it will make a grand finsish." she says with a beaming smile.

Squaln still has hope that a little bronze will pluck him from the stands! Yeah, go him! Cough. Okaay, Squaly. Sure, keep dreaming. Nod.

From the hatching sands, Marianne energy and optimism still does not fade as she watches the dragons go one by one. She's having a glorious time.. and nothing on Pern will spoil it at this moment... She raises a fist in the air for Nanoc, although, with her stature it's rather hard to tell if he can see her. Squeezing her friend's hand tightly, she grins down at her friend, who seems to be in a trance, and shakes her head. Looking over to the other three on the sands, she grins, dredging up all her training to make it a confident smile. "Courage, my friends! Courage..."

From the hatching sands, Quarith warbles lightly at all her offspring, quite unable to decide which one to watch. She pays a moment of special attention to the little gold and her new lifemate, but gazes at all of them proudly, letting out a small'ish bugle of pride, so as not to scare the remaining ones on the sands.

On the ledge, "C'mon! Do it! He's yours!" Lyne hops up and down upon the ledge, her eyes both alive and glimmering with hope and worry. "C'monc'monc'mon..." Magnolth leans forward further, his own eyes awirl with turquoises as they widen.

From the hatching sands, Questioning Life Blue Dragonet rises from a shattered past and ponders, What is the last thing he remembers? He glances behind him and then ahead at the sea of candidates, an unforgiving audience. He's forgotten the question.

Squaln crosses his fingers. All you need is love! Err.. hope? Umm, yeah. The herder apprentice laughs in his own freakish way and thinks about the post-hatching festivities..

From the hatching sands, Merra is too busy being morose to be scared, even should Quarith decide to make a Mer-munchie of her. She edges closer to Kaltia and Lorsalia. "I'll have 'Reaches, at any rate..." Which is not, right now, comforting in the least.

From the hatching sands, Tierza the blue.. he's beautiful... he neds a good lifemate.. And she hopes for the best for him.

From the hatching sands, Lorsalia glares at Merra before staring at the sand more, her arms crossed over her chest. This is just not right.

Squaln is still cheering and rooting for the remaining candidates! Never fear!

From the hatching sands, Creamy Vanilla Scoop Egg bursts in an explosion of eggshell, revealing a small blue. The blue then runs over to a miner lad, crooning as impression is made. R'chard calls out, "He says his name is Survivoreth!"

From the hatching sands, Filli eyes turn to look around for the brown. Where did he go, there is something about the brown that make Filli wanna make sure he gets the lifemate needs.

From the hatching sands, Questioning Life Blue Dragonet wanders in confusion, trying to recall where everything began and why, indeed, he's here in the first place. He glances back at his parents again with a sorry bugle. Why is he here again?

From the hatching sands, Comrade-In-Arms Brown Dragonet sweeps across the sands of time in this hallowed hall, his heavy tail dragging a fine furrow in his wake. His head cocks jauntily to the side as his sight is graced by one specific candidate whose inner music seems to find a kindly listener in this aged, yet jubilant dragonet. A sidling step or two brings him front and center to the black-haired young man, and but a breath later the brown is rubbing his head along the candidate's chest, ruffling Sorcen inside and out.

From the hatching sands, Hannah smiles sweetly as Dhiammarath tries to give her golden mother the proper tribute. She looks out as yet another pair impress. One hand gently caresses the top of her gold's head.

From the hatching sands, Hannah calls out, "Congrats!" to Sorcen and his new lifemate.

From the hatching sands, Filli smiles as Sorcen impress, "Congrats!" she calls happily towards the pair.

From the hatching sands, N'ano look sup just in time to see the newest impression "Hey Sorc! Way to go!"

From the hatching sands, Marianne 's attempts to keep up the spirit appear to fail..but she will not fail with her own. No, no. She will not.. The little blue dragonet is watched with alert eyes as Marianne bends over, watching with an intent Harper gaze, with love, laughter and life in it's depths... Such life... "Oh, Sorcen!" Marianne is so close to her friend as he Impressses, she can throw her arms around him quickly, before backing away to give him space, watching him with tears in her eyes unshed, but one eye always focused on the blue.

Squaln blinks, then smirks. If he had some kind of horn, he'd be playing it right now and making noise to congratulate all these Impressees. He can't wait for the /next/ Hatching!

Pyrene wrinkles her nose. "Brown to some random guy." No offence to Sorcen. "Well, congratulations him... Think the blue will go for Merra? Or that little girl I mentioned earlier? He's almost cute for a blue. It's the wrinkled wings that do it. Newly hatched and all."

From the hatching sands, K'ven wanders over to Sorcen with the even shorter. "You. Follow. Now." He even forgets to wait for the weyrling to name his new lifemate, sweat standing out against his forehead.

From the hatching sands, Merra musters a smile for the newly-Impressed harper, releasing yet another hand. "Congratulations, Sorc," she murmurs, though he probably won't hear her. A glance goes towards her friends in the stands. Help me?

From the hatching sands, Kaltia lets her free hand go to give a not-really-too-reasuring squeeze to Lors's shoulder. "Don't worry... next time."

From the hatching sands, Questioning Life Blue Dragonet charges towards a group of white-robed candidates and stops. A young man is whuffled eagerly by the young blue and then discarded, tossed into the air. The blue pauses just long enough to see where he lands before moving to the next. It takes three such occurrences before he finally approaches the one who was always meant to be, a young Keroon messenger with feline golden-amber eyes. He croons to allay her fears, pressing his muzzle towards her as Impression is made and lifemate found in Jozelle.

From the hatching sands, Tstar looks up from feeding Elbareth and cheers as Sorc impresses.

From the hatching sands, Khaye looks up from her careful study of Itazurath's hide to call congratulatory messages to all the.. other impressees that she missed. "Congrats!" Yup. To all of them.

If G'deon tenses any more his muscles just might burst, as his lifemate kindly reminds him. He glances towards the ledges and winces, but he /does/ relax. "Just a little longer now..."

From the hatching sands, Jozelle falls to her knees, wrapping her arms around the blue, "His name..." A sob chokes her, then she calls out, "His name is Riyth!"

From the hatching sands, Filli watches as the blue impresses to Jozze, "Congrats!" she calls with a warm smile.

On the ledge, If it wasn't for lifemate behind her, Lyne would have accidently jumped off the ledge in her jubilation, cheering wildly as her brother Impressed. "He did it! I knew he would!" Magnolth bugles softly before bother the pair go quiet as they listen for the name. "Neolyth. Wonderful!" Crying with joy, the bluerider clings to her lifemate's neck in a fierce hug.

Misra's vibrant emerald green eyes fill with tears as she strains to see the Hatching Grounds, her youthful face fallen and her lips quivering in a heartrendingly brokenhearted expression. "Where's Mom's dragon, Aunt Daeyn?"

Zinyea goes home.

From the hatching sands, Char watches Jozelle Impress and gives up a great whoop, almost throwing the skin into the air.

Slippa watches as the last dragonet Impresses. "Oh, well, that's that, I guess," she mumbles, standing up and making her way to the ledges and the waiting Zizth.

Slippa slips around the outer wall and out onto the dragon-ledges.

On the ledge, Slippa comes up from the galleries looking for a dragon -- I know I parked around here somewhere.

On the ledge, Slippa climbs up Zizth's apple neck to settle between silver-fuchsia iridescent 'ridges

Pyrene sighs, half-sadly at the last one. "And there it goes..." she snaps her fingers. "Poor Merra. Let's go cheer her up. Anybody else for the party then?"

From the hatching sands, Sorcen falls to his knees as the brown comes to him, and anyone watching sees the rare sight of tears in the Harper-Turned-Brownrider's eyes. He wraps his arms around the dragonet's neck. "His name is Neolyth!" he calls out, not even hearing the command to follow... whoever it was that gave him the command.

On the ledge, Zizth takes off.

Michel sighs softly as the last dragonet chooses and glances to the girl. "Maybe her dragon hasn't Shelled yet, Misi....who knows?" he murmurs.

From the hatching sands, Hannah calls out "Congrats!" to a candidate who's been with her for a lot of her own candidacies.

From the hatching sands, Saria watches as the last impression is made, and smiles when Jozelle finds a match in Riyth. She looks up at Quarith and smiles, then watches the pairs move off to the sides of the sands with K'ven, Lysa, and the other assistant Weyrlingmasters.

Squaln waves to Khaye with a big 'ol official Squaly smirk. "Hey Khaye! Congrats to yoouu!"

Sasha uncurls as she watches the last impression and nods at Pyrene. "Come on..lets go and find her and make her feel better..."

Azlynn spares a last glance towards the shell-littered sands and walks off. That was exciting.

Jaryn walks in.

Azlynn heads down the stairs.

Jaryn goes home.

Trimaka goes home.

Daeyn shakes her head, adding brief applause to the general din as she swings to her feet. "I don't doubt it," she says to both and neither in particular. "Think we can edge out?" There's concern deep in her eyes.

G'deon blinks slowly and stands even more slowly. "Next time," he mutters quietly as he steps down towards the railing of the gallery.

From the hatching sands, Merra lets out a sort of half-hearted cheer for Jozelle, terribly homesick now. "Come on. Let's go," she mutters to Lorsalia and Kaltia, almost angrily brushing a tear off her cheek.

Pia sighs ruefully. "What a day..."

From the hatching sands, Merra walks off the sands.

From the hatching sands, Lysa skips over to Jozelle, determined to get to her before K'ven could. He was being so... gruff with them. This was a happy day! "Riyth's rider, Jozzie would you please follow me? We'll get Riyth something to eat."

Pia slips around the outer wall and out onto the dragon-ledges.

On the ledge, Pia comes up from the galleries looking for a dragon -- I know I parked around here somewhere.

From the hatching sands, Tierza walks off the sands.

You go to the Hatching Grounds Entrance.

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