The 6th High Reaches Weyr Hatching

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Candidate Barracks
Serviceable, this low-ceiling'd room runs right and left from the heavy canvas curtains that function as a door: relatively bare of ornamentation, tidy glows light the few worn tapestries that adorn the walls and depict a variety of dragons in flight or at rest. But it is the cots, lots and lots of cots, that distinguish this room from the others, their blue or black coverlets tucked neatly over relatively fresh rushes.Candidate's haven, this is their escape from the bustling world of chores and Weyr; visitors are welcome if invited.
Resting atop the doorframe are Rydia, Leannan, Butterfly, Kya, Rennlet, Dystopia, Simon, Windu, Tirone, Maksim, Kernow, Kyrenna, McCleane, Moody, Spi, Celta, Frist, Hyde, Kairo, Cocoa, Verlege, and Bay.
Oren, Mosiah, Slippa, Hyzen, Rauve, Sraine, Tatoria, Sorana, and Caylea are here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns

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Tatoria enters, hair dripping as she flips it over one shoulder. "You guys," she states suddenly with a smirk as she weaves toward her cot. "Should /see/ Pia and Pemeron."

Slippa rubs eyes sleepily - isn't she /always/ asleep? "Huh? Pia and Pemeron?" She asks tiredly, peeking out from her cot. "What's wrong with them?"

Caylea seems to be cowering in her own dark little corner of the barracks? She glances towards Tat, her eyes wide with relief. "Tat! Get over here!" She becons.

Rauve tilts a glance toward Tatoria, a brow lilting toward his hairline. "Why's that?" Pia and Pem, eh? Cackle. Probably making out. Ahem.

Sraine glances up from her resting place on her cot, blinking at Tat. "Why? Is something the matter with them?" Usually around here, when someone says you should see someone else, they're usually cross-dressed...or something. Whichever the case, she relaxes on her stomach and fiddling with her blanket.

Tilarekna glances up, eyes gleaming. Something's happened to the 'I'm-the-Grand-Daughter-of-a-Lord-Holder' Girl? Ooooo! Tell!

"They," Tatoria states smugly, sliding toward Caylea's call for some odd reason. Must be in a good mood. "Are /pink/." She grins at Slippa, nodding in anticipation of thequestion before glancing down at Caylea, mopping her hair semi-dry with a towel. "What?"

Slippa's eyes snap open - "/Pink/?" Oh yeah, this's one to spread around the Hall when she gets back.... "What d'you mean, /pink/?"

Rauve cants his head slightly, pressing himself from the side of his cot to amble. "Pink like.. 'we got caught' pink..." He can always hope.

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

Tilarekna stares.. the starts to laugh... "Oh, you're not... *snicker*" She doubles over with laughter. This news has made her and Pia's bet alllll that more interesting...

"As in /pink/," Tatoria explains, dropping onto a cot to search for her comb. "Dyed pink. Quite. Interesting." Smirk. You'd almost think she had something to do with it.

Sraine glances up abruptly, blinking once more in her confused fashion. She wasn't sure she heard right. "Pink." Blink blink. Comprehension is slowly settling in. "What happened?" I mean..honestly. PINK?

"He -knows-. " She states ominously. The dragonrider had found out about the tapestry and had followed her here! Luckily, Tilar had thrown him off the trail, and as guilty as Cay is about lying to her friend, she'll warn Tilar.

Sorana blinks owlishly, looking up from her perch on the edge of her cot. "Pink?" she asks, bemusedly. "Dyed... pink?" Maybe she doesn't get it. Maybe she was sleepy. Maybe she's trying to picture Pia and Pemeron dyed pink.

Cay's calling Tilar a friend?? Oooo!

Hyzen twitches on her cot, whimpering softly a a dream overtakes her. The more intense, the more she moves and makes noises... until she wakes herself up. Sitting up, sweat dotting her brow, she looks around before relaxing. Nothing is said, though, as she slipes out of her cot and stretches, looking at the others and offering a slight smile.

Tatoria's attention is suddenly drawn away from the wonder of a pink Pia and Pem. "Knows? Who knows?" she snaps quickly. Any number of people knowing any number of things could be very, very bad.

Rauve exhales. "It can't be any worse than Cay's hair," he mutters, fiddling with the cuff of her leathers' pantleg petulantly. Cough.

Hiliza slips in, towel firmly around waist, and then simply /hides/ in her cot. Brush is found and used, and Hiliza beams, draped in a towel and a blanket now, too. All covered and such. Hiliza-grin escapes and she burbles, "There's nothing wrong with pink..."

Mental Note to Self: Feed /Rauve/ to the hatchlings. That should impress someone, if only her. (bad pun) The healerite gives a nod. "Remember the lake?" That should surely drag some memories. Pia's pink status is ignored for now. She's a bit..nervous?

"The.. lake?" Tatoria questions blankly. She blinks at Caylea for a moment before eyes go /wide/. Really wide. "The /lake/? You've got to be.. but you.. we were /careful/!" Right?

Eiri blinks in from ::between::!

"Pink.... just like that frilly underwear of Pia's. Y'know, with all the lace and everything..." Slippa grins. Trust her to bring it up at a time like this... "Not that I know what her undies look like... but they did go around Gar for a while!!"

Cynsanco wakes up.

Caylea makes a shh'ing motion with her hands and lips, as a glance is sent Tilar way. She look almost worried about something. But nah, Tilar's not a friend. No one is. Why should she worry about such things. The candidate shakes her head and leans closer towards her. "Yes. I know. I don't know how. Says a dragon saw us..." Whimper. "He wnt to look for you." Hinthint Deny all. Hint hint.

Rauve absently braids a few 'lizard tails together, deaf to the complaints of the owners of said limbs. He shifts again, smoothing the mass of sheets and comforters sprawled overtop his cot.

Tatoria's eyes narrow. "But /I/ didn't do anything," she points out primly. "Just watched, that's all." And with that, she glances toward the /rest/ of the candidates. Well, I don't know about you," she notes swiftly. "But /I/ wouldn't want to be found pink. Specially with the Hatching so close. I mean, wouldn't it be /funny/ if they were still pink when the eggs crackes?" Yup, change the subject.

Triste blinks in from ::between::!

Oren shivers out of bed, being one of the lazy sort who spends his days sleeping, drinking, and hitting on girls. Although those habits have changed somewhat recently. "What's pink?" leers the boy at Hyzen. Amazing how he can fit that gross grin onto his face any time.

Tilarekna doesn't notice Caylea and Tat chatting, eyes and mind stuck on the fact... Pia is PINK. Hah! Victory will be sweet! Of course, it never occurs to her Pia might Impress...

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

Slippa giggles. "That would be funny.... Imagine, pink Candidates!!"

Sraine just continues laying on her cot, eyeballing all around her. She wasn't too keen on jumping into weird conversations. Just watching them. Turquoise optics flicker over to Caylea's abode, a brow raising at the interesting bits and peices she was catching from that corner. Shaking her head and glancing out, she catches the leer Oren sends Hyzen-wards and snorts lightly. Don't do that you pervert.

Tilarekna blinks as Lyri appears, and the rider is given a wave.

Hiliza roles her eyes and covers up more. Oren's awake, and she's wearing... a towel. Of course, she isn't the first one in this situation, but still. Oren. Towel. No combination.

Lyri wanders in and looks about. "Thought I heard commotion, what's everyone doing?" She asks, giving a grin at Tilarekna in greeting. "Not enough chores for you?" Neener, cause she can do that sort of thing, you know. "I can see that you get more...."

Cynsanco perches himself in his version of the spotlight... His cot. Singing quietly to himself, he's staring wide-eyed at Tatoria, barely holding in a laugh. "Pink? Isn't it such a dreadful color?" He's nearly shuddering, though leering at certain girls (and guys) seems to be much more amusing...

Rauve finally contents himself with the arrangement of blankets and pillows, leaning hip-shot against the nearest wall, a nod tilted toward the greenrider. Yay. Chores. His expression clearly relays his excitement.

Hyzen catches the look from Oren and furrows her brows before turning her head away. Straaange. Sraine is eyed and the girl bounces off her cot and towards the other. Hug? She wants a hug. She's still childish enough to wish for comfort after a bad dream. And Oren was leering at her! Save her!

Sorana is listening to the conversation, of course. And oiling a firelizard or three. And still working on that whole PiaIsPink concept. Not to mention Pemeron, of course. Pia in pink is amusing. Pem in pink is just plain scary. But maybe Cynsanco would like it.

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

"It is when your skin is that color," Tatoria agrees with a grin at Cyn. Comb is found, and she begins to tug it through her wet tangles even as her eyes flutter toward Lyri. She presses her lips together tightly, forcing herself to remain silent. Quick comebacks might not be a good idea right about now.

Lyri almost jumps from her skin. "Shards!!!!" The humming starts to reverberate throughout the cavern at that moment, drowning out any other oaths she might have spouted out. "Alright, robes, everyone in robes.. now.. right now." Well, someone's suddenly nervous, no? "Come on, let's get to it."

Chores? Butbutbut... Tilarekna's face falls a little. CHORES?? But.. ah well, if Lyri.. wait, she's kidding! look at that grin! Hyzen is noted, and she sails over to her friend's cot. "Hey, sleepy."

Sraine glances over at Hiliza and knows EXACTLY how she feels. She was in the same predicament before, with the towel and all. WHOO boy. As Hyzen makes her way over, the quiet resident grins one of her soft grins and welcomes the girl over, all the while sending a glare Oren's way. Youth today. Honestly. Glancing up at Lyri as she makes her way in, she merely waves...and then blinks. WHAT?

Gideon runs in. "It's started!" he shouts, in case you hadn't noticed.

Tilarekna blinks. "WHAT?" Lucky her, she's already garbed? But the hem isn't done! SHARDS!

Sasha escapes in from the bustling activity of caverns and Weyr.In a flurry of half draped towels and dripping water, Sasha bursts into the barracks with a wild eyed expression...half excitement and half annoyance at being caught in the bath, unprepared. "Its about to happen isn't it....Here we go again!" Striding quickly to her cot, she flings off her towel and throws the bundle of white fabric at the foot of it over her head. Grabbing a comb, Sasha angrily tugs at her wet hair, pulling it back into a long runner tail and securing it with a tight leather band. Quickly she pulls on her sandals.

Mosiah grabs his robe, dressing hurridly and without comment. Nervous? What would give you that idea?

Gideon quickly sheds his clothes, half running toward the white robe on the wall, careful not to trip. He slips it over his head, backwards, rights it, and leans on the wall with a sigh, only to jump back. "The walls tickle."

Slippa patpatpats various bodyparts as she hops upright, engaging grin firmly stuck on her face. "Good luck, everyone!" Now to find someone to hold a Slippa-hand.

"Robes?" The word is almost a squeak from Tatoria's driection, though she quickly composes her expression. "Oh, yes. Of course. Robes." And ever-so-casually, the StarCrafter reaches to shrug into her robe, hair still hanging wet and mostly tangeled over her shoulder. Keep her cool. Look in control. After all she's done this before.. it's nothing. Right?

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

Rauve's face is drained of all color as he stumbles toward his cot. Maybe this is just a drill. Really. It could be? In any case, his clothes are shrugged out of (funny how he gets out of those leathers so smoothly...) and his rob is breathlessly donned. Ooops. No sandals. Feet are bare. Yow.

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

Hiliza pulls on her robes immediatly at hearing this. Don't come undone. Towel slips off from underneath and other.. important things slip on. Heh. Sandals are fumbled with as Hiliza begins babbling something in absolute gibberish. "I look silly.... I look... eeep!!" Hiliza furiously arranges her hair the way it belongs, somewhat, and then is up. Up, and frantic, and looking for someone to cling to.

Lyri nabs Pemeron and pushes him toward .. well... the cots. "Go, get a robe, now.. Pia, you too." Shudder. Why her?

This can not be real. The entire room's vibrating! Was it supposed to do this! Whimper. Caylea looks away from her secret convorting with Tatoria and quickly towards the ride. "NOW?" What horrid timing. The candidate leaps out of her cot and searches around for her robs. "Remember our deal, Tat!" She calls out as she begins to shimmy into her own gown.

Pia rushes in, clad only in her bath's robe. "Not now," she's still moaning, pink cheeks growing pinker by the moment. She grabs her sands robe off of her bed and throws it on.

Gideon stands near the door and waits, smoothing his own hopeless locks of hair into place. "Good luck everyone!" he echoes. "Have you got that on right?" he asks one candidate. "Do you need help with that?" he calls out to another.

Sraine just blink blinks and gives Hyzen her quick hug before plunging off of her cot and rummaging underneath it. Shards shards shards shards.. where was it! AH! There it was! Good thing she finished it a while ago! Whipping out her snowy robes, she dresses into them as quick as she can, getting them stuck on her shoulders before they finally jerk into place. Modesty wasn't cared about at this point, surprisingly enough for the quiet one. The underside of the cot is looked through again as Ine tries to find her sandals. "Where are they.." she murmers under her breath.

"R-robes?" Cynsanco wasn't prepared for this! Wait... Maybe he was... Leaping under his cot, a scuffle is heard, before he emerges looking even better than before. Dressed to impress? Dressed to make the girls swoon is more like it... With a sulty grin, he twirls in his oh-so-uninteresting white robe. He's Clark Kent, and now... Superman. "Looks like the's show's gonna start." Nervous? Him? Bah!

Tilarekna smooths out her robe, moving into the middle of the room, some how avoiding a paniced Korsair as he darts for his robe. Got a white robe? Check! Got rid of the knot? yep! Lizards staying put? yep.,.. "Ready.." she murmurs, shuffling, staying close to Hyzen. Maybe they can go together? Bouncebouncebounce... she's not even on the SANDS yet!

Pemeron glares at Lyri for a moment, but then smiles "Right." and walks to his bunk, lifting out the robe, and slipping it on over his head "Sharding itchy thing, never know why I spent so much on the material... looks nice though." he runs his hands along the supple material.

Sasha is strangely calm. Now she is dressed, its all a matter of course....watch dragons hatch...get back to normal again...fun while it lasts.....

Hyzen is in the motions of hugging Sraine when the news comes... and the Weyr seems to shudder under the weight of dragon-hum. Her robe! Quickly she scrambles into it, smoothing down the wrinkles before wringing her hands together. Again! Even with it being a second time, she was still highly nervous. Would she be chosen this time? "Sraine?" Sandels! Oh no! "I... I don't have any sandels!" comes the startled cry from child before she watches all gather and change. Tilarekna is given a wavery smile and holds out her hand. "Go together?" Sraine is offered the other hand.

Tatoria sends a challenging grin toward Caylea as she flexes bare toes against the floor. "I will if you do," she notes with a smirk, throwing a glance around at scrambling fellow-Candidates. Even now she can't resist a snicker at Pia and Pemeron. "Pink!" she calls loudly, above the noise before dropping her gaze. Innocent.

Robed and sandaled, Pia perches on the edge of her bed, un-naturally pink cheeks flaming with embaressment. Lyri will pay. Lyri will pay. Lyri will pay.

Yes, she will... *wink* Sraine finishes rummaging and finally comes back to normal height holding a pair of thing sandals. Shucking off her boots and slipping on the sandals, the quiet candie-ressie glances over to Hyzen with a few blinks. "You don't? Your feet are going to burn!" she didn't want THAT to happen. Oh dear..and she only had one pair of sandals too! Yikes... Reaching down and yanking them off of her own feet, she motions for Hyzen to sit. "Sit down..you can use mine.." Rather.... quick command. Command? Command.

"Pink?" The candidate doesn't even bother to look though as she ties the sash around her waist. Caylea pauses, turning around, eyes shining. "Oh, I will." See, no sandals. Surely these candidates were nuts!

Siannen wakes up, well... /duh/. Oh! Squeak. "Robe, robe robe... /now/?" she babbles, scrabbling through her things.

Jannessa wakes to the commotion that has errupted all around her..."Ooooooooh! she squeals...is it NOW???" what shall I wear? the white with the ribbons or the white with the low cut lacy bit...or just the plain white....." decisions decisions!

Rauve glances toward Siannen briefly, very discreetly staying.. quiet. Not here. Not here. This isn't real. A-heh.

Ramneli quickly changes, just as excited as the rest of them. Watching them, he moves off to a corner, waiting for the time to enter the sands.

Tilarekna seizes the hand of her friend, and bright smile is given. Squeezing tight, she winks. "Ready?"

Febrezel is all too eager to get out of his clothes. Er. And into a robe. Beam.

Tatoria slides toward Caylea, not reaching for a hand, but sticking close the the healerite's presecence. Gotta watch that one, you know. Might back out at the last moment. "Nervous?" she questions with a slow, slow grin. If she concentrates on everyone else, /she/ doesn't come off so bad.

Gideon takes a few very deep breathes and hovers near the door, feet planted as he watches over the others, ready to give a helping hand at need.

Miam uncurls his long, hairy legs from his cot, body already clad in his wrinkled robe. Pia gets a glance and a lifted brow, but the lad doesn't comment. If his sister wants to be pink, then what can he say.

Hyzen takes Tilar's hand and plops onto a cot, holding out her feet. "You don't need to... I don't want -you- burned!" But she allows the quiet candie to slip them on her feet. Kinda big, but will work.

Korsair darts across the room, slipping his robe on quickly, but there's no way he'll make it to the other side of the room for his sandels.. Barefoot it is.. poor sucker..

Golden haired Chancy finally gets rilled up enough to show exitement, and so she's in her perfectly stitched robe, and pacing and biting her lip, "Now, are we going now?" Well, duh.

Sasha looks around the room to see how the others are reacting. "Anyone want to go with me? two free hands here for the taking....." seeing Reka, she grins and offers a hand.

Tilarekna blinks, "I've a spare pair? Not as thickly soled as mine, but.. they're under my cot! Go see!" Bay drags them out, and she turns to smile at Sasha, taking the offered hand in her spare. "I'm ready, you guys ready?"

Caylea snorts. "Is that a trick question? "Of course! What do you /think/?" She's as pale as her robes now, hand rushing down the sides as she tries to calm herself. What? Tat next to her? Cay wasn't leaving that woman's side! She's so nervous now she's biting her lip: -Through- her lip. Candidate glances around towards the others. "Ithink we all are." Whimper. Why /now/. Oh well, soon she'd be back at Ista.

Sraine shushes Hyzen as she ties the straps a little tighter, to hold the bigger sandals onto the younger candidate's feet. "I don't want you burned..and that's that, allright?" And then she flashes one of those rare FULL Sraine smiles. AW... Standing up and brushing off the bottom of her bare feet a little, she then takes Hyzen's hand. "Don't worry about me." Somehow, her other hand seems so...empty.

Sandals? Cynsanco's a /real/ man. He doesn't need sandals. Even if he has delicate feet, he'll brave it.

Tatoria shakes her head in swift denial, though if one looks closely, they might notice the quick shifting of her feet despite the cool floor, or the slight shaking of one hand. "I'm not," she argues. "Nothing to be nervous about. Not a thing."

Mosiah wanders over toward Sraine, looking a bit nervous. "Care if I walk out with you?" Without waiting for an answer, her hand is taken in his and he waits, looking at Lyri for the go ahead.

Hyzen jumps off the cot and takes Sraine's hand, beaming proudly as she does so. "I hope you don't get hurt... Use Reka's!" She has an extra pair, right? Or did she miss something?

Sorana scrambles upward, fluttering in a flurry of sudden activity into her Candidate robe. "Eh. Eh. Why does it have to be so /sooon/?" That, wailed, as she veers in a tilting wobble up from her cot. "Raaaaauve! Where are you?"

Rauve stifles a wail, eyes saucer-girthed. "Sorana! Here." A hand is extended in her vicinity, fingers rather quivery.

Tilarekna DOES have a spare pair - 'lizards squeak to show where they are. Sasha and Hyzen's hands are squeezed tightly once, before Caylea is given a warm reasssuring 'Good Luck' smile. "Okie dokie, folks, lets get this show on the road!"

Lyri sighs. "Oh, come on, it's not that hard, is it? Just put the robes on and get lined up... I'll tell you when to go out.." Exasperated? Maybe. A few of the holdbred boys are given a sigh. "No, wear the sandals, they'll help.." Why her?

Gideon straightens his robe yet one more time and runs a hand through his hair, completely pushing it out of place again. Cool, calm... all that.

Gideon walks over to Lyri and nods to her, smile wavering just a tad bit.

Hiliza looks around frantically and finally spots Sorana. Short ex-drudge makes her way over and clamps herself to Sorana's not Rauve-reserved side, "I.. canni go.. with you? Soraa? Pleeeeassssee???" Look at her green eyes. Feel the nervous energy.

Uh Oh....Janessa has lost her hairbrush....its the end of the world. "Ooooooh where is it???"she wails turning over her entire cot for signs of it...."I can't be seen like this in front of all those peeeeeeeople!!"

Sraine blinks as he empty hand is suddenly taken up. Glancing up and giving Mosiah one of her -almost- full grins, she squeezes Hyzen's. "Don't worry about it Hyzen..I'll be fine." Most likely anyways. Firelizards squeaking and indicating are missed, however, as Ine is a little destracted. Who WOULDNT be? Glance around. Ready? She was.....sorta.

Caylea shakes her head slowly, but remains silent. She knows exactly how Tatoria feels right about now. She's feeling it as well. She's trying to concentrate on not fainting along with that dizzy feeling in her gut right about now. Tilar's smile is returned, all her fears and secret hopes rushing within that odd smile before disappearing. "Good luck.." She mutters, not that any will hear her . Doesn't matter.

Bah! Sandels... the herder sr. appy doesn't need 'em! Korsair straightens, and nods at the rider. "Ready," he calls.. ooo.. wavery voice! He's nervous too!

Slippa bounces up from her cot, feet clattering in wooden clogs as she seizes a hand at random. Poor, poor Oren. He gets to have a Slippa attached to him. "Ready!"

Cynsanco strolls over to Janessa's side, grinning down with a melting grin. "You look /beautiful/, I wouldn't worry. Just smile and you'll have the crowds falling over themselves to watch you." And the enigmatic candidate smoothly slinks back to the line.

"I'm ready as I'll ever be..." mutters Hyzen as she shifts from one foot to the other in anticipation, returning the squeezes of Rekna's and offering her own to Sraine's.

Ramneli continues to lurk in the shadows, waiting... always waiting.

Sorana snatches Rauve's hand, gripping it tightly and frantically tossing her hair up into a runnertail. "Oh, oh, oh...oh! Hiliza! Hi! C'mon! We gotta /go/...eggs won't wait, y'know." Tension, anyone? Feet are eyed, panic splashing her already stressed features. "My sandels. Where'd they go? It's too /hot/ to go without sandles..."

Miam scratches pensively at his heel, and gazes bemusedly at the chaos that surrounds him. "It'll be ok," he comments mildly, to no one in particular.

Pia perches on the edge of her cot, gaze fixed firmly on her hands. Why now? Why /her/?

Tatoria abandons her high-and-mighty for the briefest of moments, allowing a very, very small smile to put in an appearance. Even a small, nervous smile. "Ready?" she questions, turning the smile toward Caylea. Eyes flicker toward the forming line, then back to her claimed partner. "Ready or not...." she murmurs under her breath, latching onto Cay's hand whether she wants it or not, and swiftly tugging her to fall in behind the others.

Sasha calls across the heads of the other andidates..."Good luck guys!" she squeezes Reka's hand. She is willing them all to impress really she is....let none of them feel like she felt last time...and is prepared to feel again....

Lyri waves her hands. "Ok, line up, everyone ready to go out.." Sigh. "Move."

Rauve eyes his exposed feet as he squints at Sorana, another nervous blink tilted 'round for Siannen. "Yeah.. going.. would be good. Going." Getting it over with. Tremble.

Tilarekna nods, she's ready, they all are... "G'luck everyone.."

Hiliza gratefully remains clamped onto Sorana. She's going where Sora's going, so do lead the way.

Gideon stands beside Lyri and nods to her quickly... quickly, not nervously.

Cynsanco scoots in, shoving his thin frame in. Near Gideon, y'know.

Hyzen stays between Sraine and Tilarekna, dancing on her over-sized sandels already.

Gideon follows, heading off the Sands.

Caylea is dragged along behind Tatoria, but doesn't seem to mind. She's too dazed. Would have probably stayed frozen in her place if not. "Yeah..." She states in a whisper.

Sorana follows, heading off the Sands.

Cynsanco follows, heading off the Sands.

Sasha follows, heading off the Sands.

Pia follows, heading off the Sands.

Caylea follows, heading off the Sands.

Here we go! Good luck! Remember this takes you OOCly direct to the Hatching Sands, so behave accordingly. Thanks for all the fun!

Sands
Heat rises -- ripples -- wavers in a stifling curtain that envelops dragons and eggs while smothering riders and visitors. The black sands have been raked into ruts and dips, an alien, uneven surface for anyone trying to walk across them. Some say tension seers the heat: residue of hope, fear, relief, sadness, pain and ultimate joy staining high grey walls and lurking about the many viewing ledges that speckle the walls. Ancient murals of dragonlore fade across the walls near gallery and entrances.
Tucked watchful and warm onto a ledge is Ghost.
Gold Ysbryth and bronze Rixesith are here.
You see Lovers Light Egg, Frantically Awaiting Election Results Egg, Winter Hearthfire Egg, Hot Cocoa by the Fireplace Egg, Something Under the Bed Egg, Romantic Movie Night Egg, All Nighter Study Hard Egg, Connecting To the World Egg, Snuggling In A Blanket Egg, Backyard Stargazing Egg, Perfectly Nailpolish Painted Egg, and Playing With The Kitten Egg here.
Areiah, Hannah, Nuff, Thesy, Quara, R'gis, Zai, Tafne, Pyrene, Lis, Tyara, Ciera, M'rin, Gideon, Sorana, Cynsanco, Sasha, Pia, Caylea, Tilarekna, Hyzen, Rauve, Mosiah, Slippa, Oren, Pemeron, Hiliza, and Sraine are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Sands' Thermals

One by one -- clump by clump -- group by group the mass of white moves onto the Sands, stamping and arrayed before the twitching, rolling clutch. Nerves mount, distraction provided with the wavy line of bows rippling up and down the masses. Some are graceful, some are poised, some even wobbled -- and then there are those who missed the cue. Swaying in haphazard unison, the alabaster group turns gaze and face alike from glittering parents to shaking eggs. Ooo.

Perfectly Nailpolish Painted Egg shakes some more, swaying from side to side like a giant leaf thing swaying in the breeze. Wriggle, wiggle - no cracks yet but striations begin to impinge on it's brilliant colors.

Snuggling In A Blanket Egg is quiet, comfortable and calm. Content as well, as it lays motionless in its nitch on the sands.

Pyrene bounces lightly next to Areiah. "My feet are sweating," she complains. Lucky she's wearing thick boots, huh? Traps the smell. "Oh, they're here!" her eyes twist upwards to Ysbryth and then to the eggs, and finally back to the candidates. "Their bow could have been better,"

Sasha feels a rush of exhilaration, vibrating through her. Her eyes are wide with fear and excitement - longing, impatience and uncertainty are emotions that play over her features, unhidden.

Mosiah trundles out onto the sands, trailing after his fellow candidates at near to stumbling gait. "Wh... Wait," he mutters breathlessly, head bowes as he fiddles with the belt of his robe. His bowed back is about the only indication of any sort of gracious bow to the gold dragon present.

Gideon hurries over as far as he can against the opposite side, his feet liftin a bit higher than normal. He spares one look for the galleries and waves, then eyes go straight to the eggs as he stands at attention.

"Quara, my darling, I've got three children to provide for. I can't go spending my marks on /bets/," Lis scoffs at her clutchmate, fingers patting the skin of one resting against one hip. Wondeful things, those skins-on-ropes. "Quality wine, however... Oh!" The greenrider breaks into applause, acknowledging the candiate bow.

Rauve trips after Sorana gracelessly, feet already cooking to a bright carmine. Her hand is /cinched/ in his fingers, a dewy line of beaded sweat erupting 'cross his brow as eyes sweep gallery-ward, then fall to the eggs, where they remain.

Pia reaches for Pemeron's hand, her own trembling despite the set expression on her face. Been here. Done this.

Hyzen comes upon the sand holding Tilarekna and Sraine's hands, dancing as the heat hits her body and sends out a squeal from her pale rose lips. Bowing with the rest of the group, she gazes towards the eggs and shivers slightly. Rocking... rolling. What color would be the first? Shaking auburn-tressed head, she then gazes towards the galleries. Oh my.

Cynsanco puts every inch of grace in his form into his bow, managing to keep any of his perfectly-placed curly locks from falling into his eyes. His swoon-worthy eyes. Glancing around at the candidates, he's managed to remain in the crowd. "Exciting, isn't it? I'm /pumped/," he enthusiastically whispers towards those near him. And look. /Eggs/. Interesting, isn't it?

Perfectly Nailpolish Painted Egg shivers now, swaying ceasing as the shaking intensifies.

Sraine is actually one of the few that got her bowing on cue...sorta. However, nervousness was making her a little sloppy; irritatingly enough. Both hands clutching Hyzen's and Mosiah's, she glances up to the people watching and then back to the eggs. Whooo boy. Bare feet shifting already due to the heat. EEek. She doesn't regret giving her sandals away though. Wheeee.

Nuff bobbles in, divesting herself of the few score group of High REaches children that followed her along the edge of the Sands. Toddler age, these ones, and far too young for 'Stundin'' for a dragon, the little ones join the groups in the galleries still waving their little blue and black 'Reaches flags. Nuff heads out to settle down near the elder dragons, and mostly out of the way.

Slippa shuffles onto the sands as just one part of that alabaster line, dipping and swaying past each big form and their riders. Finally, straightening with a hesitant smile on her cheerful face, she glances to the eggs with a nervous grin.

Tilarekna follows and leads, hands holding tightly to Sasha and Hyzen, eyes glowing as they drift to the gallery. Any familiar faces? It's all so blurred... A smile lands itself on her face as she hits the heat from the sands... OI! That is HOT! Even with the sandels, her feet pick up and she minces along after the others..

Pyrene's nose wrinkles at Lis, hearing that comment. Hmmph. "You make sure you /are/ providing for them," she calls over, waving towards Nuffas the oldest weyrwoman appeared.

Perfectly Nailpolish Painted Egg tilts, wriggling a little as chips break away to drift down lazily onto heated sand. Hot, hot... it glows, it gleams. It cracks like glass crazed from too much heat, real fragments following the chips down, raining their bright colors away. Green goes... no! Green is still there; bright apple green with an irridescent sheen. Wet hide mischievously revealed in tantalising patches before the last confining remnants shatter away, leaving the occupant with nowhere to hide.

Mama's All Night Diner Green Hatchling
Chunks of soft apple are tumbled together, winter's green teasing round the edges of a supple, sweetly rounded form while elusive specks of brilliant silver glimmer like fizzy bubbles foaming over solid flanks. Streaks of gracious Mutsu-like shades cling to her neckridges, enriching the savory orchard greens that meld and tumble over a short back before softening down a sturdy tail. Yet peeping through the mellow hues is a hint -- a blush of delicate, almost opaline, fuchsia rounding out her gentle curves like the first rosy taste of ripeness that's gone when the eye looks too closely. Touches of tart myrtle tapers into moss, both coiled across narrow shoulders before spilling out into overlong wingsails like a veil of murmuring forest leaves that sparkle from the barest dusting of silvery stars. Breathy satin is echoed over slim apple-green paws and woody talons while equally breathy silk lends a shapely head a little of the sublime.

Pemeron takes Pia's pink hand in his, shaking a bit nervously as he bows and then eyes the eggs. "Hot." He's a genius.

Sasha's eyes sparkle wih a mixture of cynical amusement, and she refuses to give in to the inevitable rush of excitement as she stands on the sands. Heat haze rises around her and her skin begins to prickle, although this goes largely unnoticed since she is so absorbed in the status of the huge eggs that loom before her. Squeezing Tilarekna's hand, she grins nervously. Oh!!!! a dragonet! Green! How lovely!

Sorana returns Rauve's vice-grip, hand tightly clenched as she pulls and is tugged out onto the sands. Muttered, low and dark and intensely beneath the sway of sound, "I've done this. I can do this. C'mon, Sora, pull yourself together." Head lifts, gazing with determined conviction to meet...green. Voice lifts, semi-shrill: "Green!"

Something Under the Bed Egg lurks in the shadow of a brighter egg, listing to one side just far enough to peek around the bulge of its bretheren. Ah... Candidates. Such succulent meat. Reeling it back, it whumps inelegantly back into its hollow. Notyet notyet.

The instant her feet touch the sands, Tatoria's eyes widen in shock. Toes curl under as suddenly, she begins to wish that, challenge or not, she's stuck with sandles. Even that thought is wiped away, however, as those widened eyes actually venture beyond Candidates and toward the eggs.. rocking eggs. And /hatchlings/. Hatchlings. "/Cay/," she hisses, breath drawing in instinctively. "/Cay/!" And the hand that was dropped is reached for quickly as they find their place on the sands.

Oren winces at the heat of the sands, which, to his poetic mind, sparks a lame pickup line he can use some other time. Some sort of analogy between hot sands and hot girls. "Whoa. Check out that green!" A bony finger is pointed at the newly hatched. "Now, if I was a dragon, I'd /like/ that dragon." Uh, yes.

Hiliza looks around herself, down at her robes to make sure she's got the right stuff on, and babbles into Sorana, "Wow.. it's... wow.. Ouch! And... Sorana.. and.....!!!" Hiliza actuallys goes speachless for once. Eyes flick up to the Galleries and she releases Sorana momentaily to wave. And when she looks back there's an egg opening. Eyes shoot open and she remains locked in place, mouth a tiny 'o'.

Tilarekna gasps as //CRACK//, an egg shatters... And green bubbles onto the sands. "Look!" She'd point, but she's holding hands.. and dancing from foot to foot. She squeezes Sasha's hand and amber eyes brighten. "Green!"

Gideon's eyes widen as the first dragonet rears it's head. "Beautiful," he stammers quietly. His feet plant in the sands, regardless of the heat, regardless of the forgotten sandals. "Focus," he mutters...

"Didn't waste much time, did they?" Pia notes as an aside to Pemeron, pink-curled head bobbing in agreement. It /is/ hot. Curls begin to wilt, though the Candidate stands tall.

Zai has no children though, thankfully. "Betting Quara?" Brownrider wanders toward her. "I'll bet one half-mark that the dark one over there is a green." She offers a bright, confident beam to the bluerider. "What do you say?" As an egg hatches, she pauses to gape. "Oooh. Told ya it'd be green Quara," Zai remarks as her previously indicated egg remains unhatched. Cheater.

Sraine blinks as an egg cracks open already. Phew. Good thing they got to the sands when they did. Oh...and a green too. Lurvely. Unconciously shifting her feet, she gives Hyzen an extra little squeeze. This was it. "Look at her Hy..isn't she gorgeous?" Of course, all draggies were..but still.

There is nothing what so ever lovely about dragonets. Nope, as soon as they hatch they're little..big..scary creatures stumbling around on the sands. And /dangerous/! Caylea's clinging to Tatoria's hand and she gives a big bow to the clutch parents. -Wouldn't- want to get them upset. The woman is then ushered (quickly) after Tatoria, and finds her hand abandoned! Hey! There's a green? Eeek! Run?

Hyzen tugs gently on the two hands she holds, gritting her teeth as the heat encompasses her form. Poor Sraine! Glittering eyes catch the motion of the green and she allows a soft sigh escape her. "Look, guys, green! The first is green!" Dancing in her borrowed sandels, she gives a one-sided hug/nudge to Sraine. "Yes she is!"

Rauve shudders lightly, agog expression only growing. . . agog-er. "Yep, that's green," he manages, sidling toward Sorana unconsciously. Hair is already limp and withering, damply held against his cheek by sweat and humidity.

Quara makes a petty pout for a moment, but brightens most approvingly at the mention of wine. Wine's good. "Which vintage? A lovely new Paradise was sent up a sevenday or so ago, I know," the Hostess-turned-bluerider still has a taste for the stuff. "I got some of their sparkling. It's marvelously fizzy." And then she looks at the green that hatches on the sands. "Green? Excellent. Lovely color on it." And with that, she moves to a /slightly/ cooler spot nearby, although little of the heat can get through her leathers and thick-soled boots. "Now, Zai, that one didn't hatch yet." Not to mention she was about to take the bet.

Mosiah bumbles forward another pair of steps, his complete attention set to his loose belt. *tug-tug* "Why won't this-" *Smack!* "Pardon." The lad peers up, and up, and up at the towering Hold-found candidate whose back he just so clumsily plowed into. Healer's quirky smile is met with a thunderous scowl. "Sorry?"

"She's....gorgeous!" squeals Slippa, eyes finally settled on apple-green dips and curves. "Oh, look, you! She's so /cute/!"

"Green?" Whoa. A /dragon/. Cynsanco's hip-shifting leaping from foot-to-foot calms as the first dragon comes forth. /Whoa/. "Lovely lady... Look at her. A /star/, that one... Mm. I'm drivin' myself crazy, I think." A little nervousness tinges his laughter, but a crowd of wild, screaming girls in the galleries gets his attention. "Hey Gideon, I think they're watching us." And fainting? Yep, it's those good-looking male candidates that get the girls. Like him and Gid.

Mama's All Night Diner Green Hatchling shakes her head, looking about with a dazed expression in eyes that shift from confusion to blue tinged with red hunger. What? Where? She looks first at other eggs, clutchsibs rocking madly, and then - only then - does her gaze focus fuzzily on those white things. That's what she wants. Isn't it?

"Calm, calm." That's Sorana, a humming a mantra of senseless tune to herself...or is it to Rauve, and Hiliza? Absently noted, to the girl on her side, "Yes, yes, Hiliza, hot. Hot. Scorching. And I forgot my /sandles/..."

Lovers Light Egg shivers sharply, jarirng itself out of the oh-so-comfortable sand-depression it was resting in. Violet-magenta is charged now, rolling in a wild egg-dance. Here we go.

Lovers Light Egg seems to illuminate the dark sand underneath is, glowing softly with some internal lightsouce. And all at once, the light seems to grow brighter, enveloping the shell in a sharp projector's spot. And then, with a whooshing sound; one of rounds of enthusiastic applause, the shell shatters,giving way for the star of the show.

Boy band Bonanza Brown Dragonet
Down the burnt umber of an overly muscled chest, down across subtle femininity of slender, baby-smooth legs, stretches the flawless skin of tanned perfectism. Arching neck seems bejeweled with chains of gold and silver streaking, leading up to an elongated muzzle with headknobs above, done in a stylish fashion. Lithe frame sits musically, nevertheless tall and elongated, and a bit larger than life, carrying titan-tinted wings, blessed with a softness of color and a tenderness of touch irresistible to even those most stony-hearted. Sienna trails up delicate butterfly 'ridges, crescendoing towards the wide-set eyes that contain such stormy depth as to make the greens faint.

Pemeron just blinks at the scene, nodding numbly at Pia as he moves in a side to side motion to excape the heat of the sands. "Sure didn't." He agrees, sweating just a bit.

Pyrene coos softly. "Oh, Reiah... she'll be so pretty when she dries out." right now, she's mushy and ugly like all good hatchlings. "Look at the candidates faces! I've never seen them from this side... Oh! Brown!"

"She is," Oren returns, smirk rather than leer gracing his lips. For once in his life. Everyone, stop and stare and take pictures: Oren is not leering. Oh, no, never mind, here comes the leer again, even as the boy turns his head towards Slippa. "D'you like her, ba--- oh. Hey, now, there's a brown, too."

Lis sticks her tounge out at Pyrene, biting off some rude comment for a less noisy time. "Vintage? Oh, Quara-pet, you know I don't know these things...." The greenrider scoops the skin up from her hip, opening it and offering it to the bluerider. Nevermind the Adam-and-Eve symbolism.

Tilarekna minces, swaying from foot to foot, trying to ignore the heat. Is she not Istan? Was she not complaining about the LACK of heat barely two sevendays ago! But dragons (well, one at least) does trail across the Sands now, and boy do her eyes glow. "Brown!" A crow of joy escapes her lips at the sight, and Sasha is nudged while Hyzen's hand is squeezed. "What a handsome fella..." But where's that green gone?

Tatoria tugs at Caylea's hand, urging the Candidate just a bit closer. Arguments are quite forgotten at the moment. "It's just.. a hatchling," she begins, the mumur low but growing louder. "Or two." Eyes blink as another emerges. "A very small dragon. A very small dragon. Right, Cay?" Eyes don't dare leave the eggs to look at the healer, but her voice is pleading enough. And /this/ is the one who claimed no nervousness.

Gideon watches the new green make her way towards her choice as he takes another step towards the wall, staying out of the way. He points towards the brown suddenly, incase the little man needed any help being noticed. "A brown!" he explains, his face lighting up in delight as he practically begins dancing on the sands... perhaps because of the heat.

Sraine returns the nudge-hug briefly before attention is brought back by another cracking. And this time it's a brown too! Ooooh... "This is so exciting." she murmers to no one in particular, still doing that no-sandals-on-the-sands dance. Wheee...at least she wasn't the only one, ne?

Rauve is jarred unpleasantly by a rowdy candidate (obviously not Sora, or Hiliza) and sends a vague scowl over his shoulder in that direction. "Brown." He states this for his candi-friend, since she so nicely observed the color of the last dragonet. Blink.

Sasha watches with rapt fascination as the little green gazes towards them. Her breath catches in her throat ...and then she fights all semblance of hope down. as the new egg shatters and the brown is born, she sighs slightly...

"Brown?" There's a good color. Not that Cynsanco's against a beautiful lady like the green... The young man raises a rougish eyebrow, his hands on his slender hips as he watches the new one. "What do you know..." But is there a little suspicion in his eyes as he stares at this one? It's creeping him out... And more than those girls who appear to be throwing their underthings at him and Gid...

Zai trails behind Quara with a wrinkle of her nose. "Fine then, /that/ one will be green." She points to the origional egg and then turns to peer at the bluerider. "So? And that one," egg next to it is indicated. "Is blue." Maybe.

Smug in her sandals, Pia tucks her free hand into the pocket in her robe, gaze almost casual as it flicks from hatchling to hatchling. "The green one is pretty," she offers, tilting her head towards Pemeron.

Boy band Bonanza Brown Dragonet says 'Bye Bye Bye' to his shell, emerging "Larger than Life". He may never break your heart, but he has no qualms about breaking his egg. Nope, there are 'No Strings Attached' between this brown and his former home, as he steps out into the spotlight, marveling in the glory. This is his 15 minutes of fame, and he's living it up.

"Brown..." Breath rises from wondering throat, Sorana's green'd gaze widening. "Oooo," is cooed, a flutter of a smile tilting lips' curve. "How adorable."

Mama's All Night Diner Green Hatchling steps forth finally, unsteady paws picked up daintily every time they touch the heated sands. Round one egg... muzzle peeps out. And then she stops, hidden by the much larger egg of a clutchsib. No sign of her, not even a trace of movement until BOUNCE! She's back out in the open, charging right past a group of girls to eye off a pair of youngisg boys. No... no. They're the Wrong ones.

Winter Hearthfire Egg rocks slightly... possibly? To blaze into life or to fizzle out. That is the question. And the answer is to do neither, but to just sit here on te sand and rock gently. When nobody's looking.

Slippa is distracted from green-peering for the merest second to acknowledge brown's presence. "Nice," she remarks generously before peeking back to green. "One of my favouritest colours, that! Grapes that shade are always smooth and sweet and their wine magnificent." Listen to the vintner rave, yes, yes.

Caylea would be hanging off of Tatoria now if at all possible! They're so much...scarier? Down here. But no, she needed to be calm. There would be people watching. No one could see her weaknesses. Hand whitenuckles around Tatoria's and the candidate looks away from the sands and up towards the stands. With her free, sweating palm, she gives a big wave. It's best to forget she's on the sands. Yep! P'rru would be up there.. and may Rupa? What about the rest of them? Would her ..accain..no..they were more then just associates. She needed all the friends as she could. "Eep!" These eggs were too close!

Tilarekna squeezes Sasha's hand now, turning to give her friend an affectionate smile. "Aren't they amazing?" She's don this before but... Never the same each time. Dance, sway, hothothot... The brown is watched, as is the green, but she can't help giggling. Excitement, don'tcha know?

Hiliza chews on her lip and dances slightly from foot to foot, "Forgot your sandels? Sora.. that's not good.. Ohmigosh, another! Sora... Sora there's more than one... They're so big.. but... so little..." Hiliza stops before she sounds too incredibly silly. Oh, too late.

Hyzen lifts one foot from the sands, standing one-legged as she watches first the green then the brown. "Oh, he -is- a handsome one..." trailing off, she beams up at Rekna. "Good luck." Late, she knows, but never not wished. Sraine is watched with worry. Oh dear, she should have kept her sandels. "You okay, Ine?"

Gideon half-kneels to the sand, the better to see the dragonets, of course. His examination is cut short however as more eggs begin shaking. "Calm, Gideon, calm!" he mutters, "they'll choose..."

Connecting To the World Egg shimmers softly.

Quara chortles gleefully. "Of course, of course." Why bother? And then, sipping meditatively from the proffered wine, she rolls it around on her tongue. "Ooh, lovely. A red. Benden? It's a bit sweeter than theirs usually is, but the bouquet is right." Wine-terms are tossed around randomly, and then she hands the flask back. "Nice, at any rate." And then she turns to Zai. "Of course, of course. What're you offering?" she asks, before adding, "And I'll give you even odds that the blue that just hatched," she waves, pointing to one nearby, "will Impress to... what's-his-name, the boy whose older sister Impressed blue at your clutch. The... ah... large one?"

At Caylea's eep, Tatoria's shoulders straighten. Feet shift once, twice, and she gives Caylea's hand a very tight squeeze. "Only dragons," she reminds her, voice sounding much firmer now. She draws in a deep, slow breath as eyes fly over the hatchlings. "A brown.. a green. Not that scary." Whether she's tryign to convince Caylea or herself, at least the latter seems to be working.

Mosiah slowly sidles away, giving his giant friend and back toward Sraine, anxious half-smiles an open-palm innocence. The moment he is safely away, belt is worried oncmore. *tug-tug* Finally satisfied that all is well with his robe, the dark-haired boy glances up and takes his first good notice of his surroundings. "Ohhhh."

Sraine blinks, barely drawn away from the eggs and dragonets by Hyzen's voice. "Hrm? Oh I'm fine Hy-dear....don't worry about me." Fine in the sense that her feetsies were roasting...but far be it from her to tell the younger one that. She might get it into her head that she had to return the sandals. No! Bad. Dragons and chuckled at and watched, having captured this candidate's interest.

Pyrene spies wine. Pyrene abandons Areiah and Ysbryth to follow said wine. "Quara and Lis... Give me a sip?" For old time's sake. Standing here again, together... Doesn't it bring a tear to the eye?

Rauve jolts himself from the balance of one foot to the other, scowling down at broiling heels. "Ow. Ow. /Ow./" The repetitive chant is comforting, though a few squinty-eyed peeks are taken toward the dragonets anyhow. Can't hurt. Hiliza and Sorana get sick, pale smiles, as do the rest of his candi-peers.

"Brown, brown, brown," Sorana chants, hopping lightly and tugging the barest bit on Hiliza and Rauve's hands. "Green, green, green." HilizaHand lifts, pointing in a wobbly wave towards the twitching, jumping clutch. "Look Rauve, 'liza...see that one? It's moving. A lot." Clever girl, this one.

Miam sidles over to join another group of boys, his lanky form looming over most of the other candidates. "Anyone Impress yet?" He drawls, glancing towards the still large mound of eggs.

Caylea doesn't look towards Tatoria. Obviously she /doesn't/ know the green's -Cay- knows. The candidate shuffles on the sands, the heat suddenly lancing up her spine. Hot hohothohtohothot! And more hot! "WHY in the world did I /ever/ go without my sandals? You win the bet! I want my shoes back!" She makes to pull away from Tatoria and head back for the caverns. Wait, is she just trying to escape? No, surely not. Ouchouchouch! However, she forgot how very hard Tat's hand is clinging to hers.

Lyri just watches, standing back to let more experienced riders have the forefront. "Brings back memories.." And blisters, for that matter. "I'll be so glad when this is over..."

"Only if you get roaring drunk and embarass yourself," Lis tells Pyrene sweetly, rocking on her heels in the sands... only to find she tends to sink and fall backwards, arms pinwheeling to keep her upright. No one saw that.

Zai blinks blankly at Quara. "This big one? Who, the girl or the blue?" Big dragons or big riders. "Or both." She turns to examine the candidates. "Ooh! Arthur? His sister Celeste?" She shakes her head. No need to be mean and call her big though.

Sasha is surprised to find that she does not have the feelings of overwhelming captivation which made themselves so apparent last time she stood upon the sands. And she realises that so much more is going on...looking around at the other candidates...people that she has lived and worked with for quite a long time now, she recognises the symptoms....breath lessness staring eyes. A slight snort of laughter excapes her...Why had she ever allowed herself believed that she had a place here?

Damia moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

All Nighter Study Hard Egg rocks just slightly, and a little ripple of the sand that forms its cradle falls away. And then it subsides again. No need to be hasty.

Boy band Bonanza Brown Dragonet shies away from the massive amounts of greens that suddenly swerve towards him, creeling passionately. Suddenly the brown finds the momma boy's side of him, darting behind his gold matron, terrified. Still, he's spotted someone out there, and being out of the spotlight sure is showing him the meaning of being lonely. It's absolutely tearing up his heart. Yes, he feels the pull. The pull of someone that will understand his heartfelt croonings. He doesn't care who you are, what you do... He just need that special someone.

Never too late to wish some one good luck!! "Same to you!" is whispered back by Tilarekna, coupled with a wink. Smile remains upon her lips, and she takes a breath. Handsome brown, a beauty of a green... And... owowowowow! She glances across the sands to see Korsair swearing softly as he (stupidly) braves the sands barefoot. Bah... She squeezes Sasha's hand suddenly, and smile is turned to friend. "G'Luck, Sash," she whispers...

Mama's All Night Diner Green Dragonet flicks her tail, scattering sand behind her - some falling over a hapless Candidate's feet to burn them on top as well as underneath. Here? There? She eyes off another set of feet. Oren's to be precise. This one? Noooo! Like a startled doe, she bounces backwards. Antoher Wrong one. Where's the Right one? Her gaze sweeps the line up again. Boys.. more boys. No, not one of them. She creeps forward, walkign right round one small girl with bright orangy hair. Her? No. But there's another one, one with hazelly hair and golden sunstreaks. Half hiding, half seeking...

Gideon spares a quick glance for Miam, but not long. "The eggs, man, the eggs! Aren't you watching?" His voice comes out in a rush, his eyes dancing from hatchlings to eggs. He jumps suddenly as another egg cracks and knocks into Cynsanco. "Sorry, man." Eyes still on the eggs...

Tatoria is clinging to Caylea's hand /very/ hard. So tightly, in fact, that she's not getting beyond arm's length, if that. "Where are you /going/?" she hisses, yanking back on Caylea's arm. "It's too /late/. Shards!" A small, smirking grin spreads, however. Easy to forget nervousness when one is distracted by victory. "But thank you for the surrender. I'll be sure to remember it." Yank.

Rauve has disconnected. Rauve falls asleep.

Boy band Bonanza Brown Dragonet finally emerges, unable to hide from the publicity and popularity being out there brings him. Hmm. He rather likes the attention, now, and the dragonet struts his stuff a bit, before concentrating on the candidates. Delicate brown snout lowers and sniffs at Rauve, intrigued, but also seems to find some attachment to Cynsanco. He drives himself crazy between the conflict. Ah, he wishes the inner pull would quit playing games with his heart. Oh, how oh how to find his one true love? Cynsanco is appealing, but Rauve, oh Rauve. He wants you back. If only he knew what to do; if only he knew the shape of his heart..

Rauve has connected. Rauve wakes up.

Sraine glances over at Rauve and Cay, smiling lightly. Yep. She wasn't alone in her feet roasting, and was only 'murmering' under her breath. "hot..ow..hot..ow.." But that's all, really. Mosiah is watched and a quick wave is given as he goes off to do his own thing. Whoo boy. Hand-squeeze is given to Hyzen as she bites her lip. She was supposed to be here, right?

"That's it! And... Babarth," she comes up with, after a bit of a pause. Dragons are good at remembering dragon names. Useful that way. "And I think both of them were." Quara's not being mean, she's making an observation, of course. "So what'll you give me?"

Something Under the Bed Egg bucks wildly, bouncing around in its shell and doing its durndest to escape the ovoid prison. Could it cackle, it would, hopping hyperactively and hysterically. With a sickening thud, movement stops and cracks appear. This is good, yes?

Did anyone tell Tatoria how every //evil// she was?? Caylea is yanked promptly back into place, crashing into the side of Tatoria with an 'omph!' OUCH! The candidate temporarily forgets hatchlings in effort to chide her 'friend'. "Stop that! it's not to late. Eesh." Wanna go.. But wait, so many watching her. Caylea pushes herself straight and stands, back as horizontal as a pilar. She's not moving. her feet are burning, but she's not moving. Help? Where's sweet ol' Dsalth when you need him?

Something Under the Bed Egg writhes and ripples as the first gleam of dawn crests over the egg's curve, causing scales to dry and crack, and slime to become brittle and fall to dust -- ashes -- slag. Fractures run rampant along the crazy-quilt of multifarious hues, rusting and chipping as the red eyes below lose their chilling hold upon the soul. Steam boils away as the eggshell collapses, and a true creature of the night takes its place.

Desert Dancing Till Sunrise Bronze
Pinto patches gleam in full moon silver against windswept bronze, eddies of airborne dust scouring the crests of skin-sheathed muscle and streaking red the leeward side. Prairie fire blazed fetlocks into paws, tongues licking up the gentle hillocks of legs' straining muscles, warm contrast to cool flames of alcohol against the beaten metal of his neck. A jagged skyline of ridges is hammered out from the broad, brawny arch by unseen hands, pressed foil-thin over the peaks of headknobs. Twin caverns pock the noble slope of an aquiline, equine muzzle, containing in their overhanging shadow endless pools of summer sky, as luminous as wings are dark: from the puissant grip of roots around a barrel chest, twin wiry trunks twist tendons up spars' bone fingers, reaching for the wisps of lavendar clouds as the fresh rays of a new sun gild the edge of velvet-night sails.

Sorana stares at the brown, tugging slowing as she stares at the brown. "R...Rauve? You see him? He's looking at you. I think? Maybe? He's looking this way..."

Whoops! He's almost tumbling, but Cynsanco manages a light grin for Gideon, checking out the smith candidate's rear at the same time. Rawr. "No problem, man. I'll be falling over my own feet soon... if..." Blink. Wow, it's a dragon. The sly, molten blue gaze lifts up to Rauve as he raises an eyebrow. "There's a dragon looking at you. He /likes/ you." Maybe it's looking at himself, too, but he doesn't care. He's a riddle, a guy who keeps his spotlight.

Oren doesn't stress. No, not at all, he's perfectly sure there's a manly man of a lady-finding bronze somewhere for him. Uh, hopefully. Maybe. "That brown is pathetic," the Candidate comments to the world in general, scratching at his head. "Hey baby, what do you think of the dragonets?" That directed at Slippa of course. No harm in trying -- after all, it's only a little while before he loses his horrid white knot for good. "Oh, Rauve!" The exclamation is a touch unenthusiastic. Rauve's his weyrbuddy. Good that he Impressed. But a brown like that? To each his own, the Candidate suposes.

Tilarekna gasps and tugs on the hands held by hers. Loook! "*gasp* The brown! Look!" Green is lost from view... And bronze!! "Go RAUVE!!" She cries happily, before eyes dart to the Bronze. "Look at him!"

Boy band Bonanza Brown Dragonet finally hears 'The Call'. He steps up to Cynsanco, eyes swirling and shining with unrestrained emotion, voice creeling out in a piercing soprano of joy. Cynsanco, you are his one. He'll give you all he has to give: without you he doesn't think he can live. He wishes he could give the world to you. His love is all he has to give. As long as you love him...It's gonna be you.

Hyzen grins slightly as she shifts against Rekna, moving her feet before lowering the other one back to the ground. Silly, one-legged wherry. "I hope you make it." With that said, she tugs gently on Sraine's hand. "That guy you were with? He's up in the sands." Glower. He was a -nasty- man in -Hy's- mind. "Rauve!" comes her cry of wonder. "Brown!!"

Mosiah moves back toward Sraine, giving her a rather sheepish grin. "Oops." Yeah. More side to side dancing is done, to releave his feat of the heat of the sands. The action around Rauve is noticed and he smiles, almost, and settles back into the sands dance.

A laugh actually escapes from Gideon's mouth as the little brown goes after Rauve. "That's it, you know the one!" he shouts, eyes following the green still, then suddenly. "Bronze, it's bronze!" he points again, the rude little smith.

Boy band Bonanza Brown Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Cynsanco, and steps forward.

Nuff has her own little blue'n black flaglet -- more ribbons on a stick really -- and she waves it about in a happy Nuff sort of way. "Go Dragonets! Go Candidates! Go High REaches!"

Tilarekna meeps and giggles... "Make that..., GO CYNSANCO!"

Hyzen blinks. Oh dear. "Cynsanco!" She wasn't the only one that messed up...

Tatoria staggers sideways, stumbling as Cay goes smashing into her. At least it gets burning feet off the sands for a while. "Shards, Cay!" she exclaims, forgetting to hiss quietly in favor of a rather loud exclamation. "It /is/ too late." Hair, still dripping from the baths, is flung over one shoulder, sending beadlets of water to hiss against the hot sands. "So stop acting like an idiot." The last is hissed again. She knows she's evil..

"Half a mark. For each egg." Turning, Zai blinks at the eggs. "Ooh, Congrats!" She's not exactly sure who it was who Impressed. Not being to sure of names. But, "Congrats," is offered again.

So what if she's lived in the Weyr for a good long time now and is used to dragons. "I never.. thought... my first dragon hatching... would be attended.. down here... y'know?" Hiliza's attention follows Sorana's clung-to hand, and her mouth does the little 'o' thing again. She's still jumping, and sweating now too. She's from Crom, and Reaches now, too. She likes cold. "It's... hoiooooooot!" Obviously. But a girl is allowed to complain... Eyes blink. Rauve is peered at. Rauve gets an open mouth grin of pure happiness, and then eyes fall, "Oh Rauve..." She offers the grin to the real Impresseee. "It was so close.." she whispers closer...

Slippa smiles to Rauve, piping up with a cheery "Congratulations Rauve and Cysanco!" and a wave. Blink. "I'm not your baby," Slippa mutters, temprarily distracted from watching for greens and blues. One hand fluffs quickly through her hair. "Well, they're...dragonets. Small and covered in goo and ever so pretty, don't you think?"

Rauve shuffles and blinks idly down at the brown, quirking an eyebrow as he sniffs at himself.. then turns and Impresses to Cynsanco. "Congratulations," is tossed towards fellow-candi, and then it's back to watching the other hatchlings. And shifting. Burning sands. How painful. "Yes, Sora, I it is moving.." He doesn't seem particularly upset at the lack of Impression -- there're other eggs, after all.

Mama's All Night Diner Green Dragonet steps past the last of the Wrong ones, ducking into a ditch in the sand for one last moment of hide-and-seek before she's found... or finds... Whirling eyes tinged with red hunger but vibrant with new found love are lifted, her gaze seeking the Right one's returning look as she bounds forward to cross that last little distance between her and the other half of her soul. Slippa. The one whose feet are now the ones being covered with all the sand she keeps kicking up. And she's not covered in goo. Is she?

Pemeron finds his hands perspiring and his feet getting quite warm. He looks at the breaking eggs and the hatchlings and blurts out "I never realized how big they are." to nobody in particular. Realizing he is in the thick of it, he squeezes the only thing he has, Pia's hand "Bronze." he calls out, quite excited. Hearing others calling out Rauve's name, and then notices the brown, heading for Cynsanco "Well, I have not seen a Hatching before. This is a frightening way to see one... but exciting too." This to Pia.

Mama's All Night Diner Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Slippa, and steps forward.

"Cynansco, then," Oren corrects, raising an eyebrow. "Well." In any case, Slippa continues to get good doses of The Leer, along with, "Oh, 'course not, darlin'. Oh, very pretty... but not as pretty as you."

Snuggling In A Blanket Egg shivers. Shiverrrrr. Is it time, maybe?

Sraine is behind..what happened? Wha? Who got what?? Er.."Congradulations!" is the soft call send towards whomever impressed. She didn't catch it! At Hyzen's murmer she blinks. "Jacobi?" Eyes instantly flick towards the stands. "Jake's here?" Before she can do any more searching, another impression pulls her back. Oh! Slippa! "Congradulations Slip!"

Hiss, hiss, bounce, bounce, bounce, hothothothot.... Time to... "SLIPPA!" Happiness lights up hr eyes, "Way to go! KNEW you could do it!" Happy warble from 'Reka so it is, yusyusyus.

Sorana squeezes Rauve's hand -- tighter? Poor boy. -- and gives him a nudge. "Next egg, right?" Green is stared at, feet are shuffled, and..."Oh, /Slippa/!!! You /did/ it Slippa! Oh, what's her name?"

"Whoa." It's gonna be him? The new rider falls to his knees, a few tears in those sapphire eyes. "Oh, I'll love you forever... This I promise you...." The determined eyes look up at his companions, a low grin on those kissable lips. "It's not Cynsanco anymore. It's N'sync. And..." Another tear courses down his cheek. "Backstreeth!" Backstreeth's back, baby!

Gideon looks to his right. A wall. "Well, that's reasurring," he mutters, nothing coming from that side. To the left. "Slippa!" he shouts out. "That's it..."

Pia wipes the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and eyes Slippa's Impression sourly. "Wherry," she mutters to herself, before, louder "Congrats, Slippa..."

Sasha sighs with mixture of deep happiness and genuine affection. Turning to Slippa her face glows in heartfelt congratulation. "Oh it couldn't have happened to a more deserving person! I'm so pleased for you!" her face glows with the excitement of the moment.

Pyrene starts the cheering. "Rauve! No wait... Cyn... whatever his name was." She could never remember that one all through candidacy either. "And Slippa!" There... she can do that one. The wine is appropriated for toasting--where better place for nostalgia than in a skin of benden?

"Oooh! Slippa!" At last, a name Zai knows. "Congrats Slippa!" Turning back to Quara she nods knowingly. "/Told/ you that one'd Impress Slippa." OR actually, she didn't. But Zai's a cheater.

Desert Dancing Till Sunrise Bronze shudders from nosetip to tail, flinging egg goo onto his unhatched siblings with a spectular spiral of wings as they twirl from his body to dry in time. Lifting his chin with an amicable whuffle, he prances out towards the clumps of white - headed in the /right/ direction, thank Faranth. And they're /dancing/ clumps, too!

Caylea bounces in place. Even Tatoria's chiding is ignored. She's got bigger things to worry about. Bigger things stubbling all over the stands. Whimper. Two people impressed already! Great! Now if only they'd take her with them away..oh, wait. Pilar of strength. She's gotta...gonna cling to Tat now. "Who ever thought it's be this..weird." She is strangely, however, calming down. Just breath. Slippa impressed! Adn N'sync. "Congratulations!" She calls out, choked.

Backyard Stargazing Egg shivers ever so slightly, rocking in its universe devoid of light. Though suddenly, pinpoints of lights seem to come alive, melting into the shell; growing, expanding, illuminating; disturbing the blackness of the shell. And then, at once, the universe shatters, giving birth to a new creature.

Midnight Games In The Park Green Dragonet
Malachite dredges itself up from darkest recesses of the woods, the gentle flicker of pine hiding among verdant shades of more umbrageous tones. Shadows stretch beneath the splendor of absinthe, which bursts out over slender 'ridges and wings alike while radiant pinpoints of nebulous sage are scattered like stars across the compact neck, leading up to the chiseled muzzle and capacious eyes. The illumination through the forests of hide continues down the thickset legs, leading to a set of perfect, gleaming claws. Somber tones give way to mischeviousness along the haunches and sprawling tail, midnight's refined touch changing to erratic shades, as if reflecting a child's mirth.

Even for a supposedly happy girl like slippa, some moments are just too tender to laugh it away. "See? That...what?" Something delightfully green and not gooey at /all/ distracts her attention and, heat no obstacle to her, she sinks down to slip her arms around that apple neck. "Zizth!"

Pemeron is boggled by the speed of impression. Hearing Pia's comment "Ah? Lyri?" and then notices Slippa. "Ah, good job Slippa."

Siannen shifts remarkably little for one so hyper, bouncing up and down rather than shifting side to side. Appropriate squeals of congratulations ring out as Candies become Weyrlings, diminuative redhead just sorta...squirming, otherwise.

"Congratulations!" Gideon calls out once more, his beaming face moving from Candidates to newly made riders. But congratulations must wait, for the dragons will not...

Quara claps and applauds and generally cheers as the first wave to hatch Impresses. "None dead so far." How... optimistic. "Zai! That's the second time you've lied about them," she informs the other, sternly. And then... "Zizth? It's like a nice sparkling wine to say." How pretty.

Hyzen nods her head towards Slippa, beaming proudly as the other Impresses. "Congrats Slippa!" But... ouch! She'd held still too long and jumps as she finally feels the burning through the sandels. She feels another wave of sorrow for those without the silly things. "Zizth... what a lovely name!" Twitch. Bronze! Eyes focus upon the male dragonet, watching his motions.

"...Oooo. Another green." Sorana's comment trails off, CandiGirl tugging Rauve and Hiliza forward a teensy-weensy bit. "C'mon, I can't see with Krish...ooo. Zizth! Beautiful."

Pia glances sideways at Pemeron, offers a weak smile, and shrugs. "Nothing," she answers, gesturing back to the sands. "That bronze looks nice. And the new green..." Admiration slips through her voice, Candidate's eyes focused on said hatchling.

Another green? Maybe Gideon was right... LOTS of greens this clutch.. "Look, Hyz, Sash! Isn't she lovely?" Tilarekna's eyes are drawn away from the Impressed pair, and one amber orb darts to the Bronze. Where's HE going? "Zizth?" she echoes Hyzen, before giggling again. A sure sign she's all excited and stressed and stuff. Really.

Connecting To the World Egg tests the connectivity of its shell as if stretching out against the filigree of metallic threads that seem to struggle to hold it together.

"Congratulations?" Tatoria questions blankly, eyes acutally leaving the eggs - and hatchlings - for Caylea. "Who.. I mean.. /Impressed/?" And with that, eyes go frantically in search of fellow candidates. "Slippa," she murmurs "And.. Shards. Um.. Cy.. is that it?" Calm questioning is better than fright. Or bouncing. Right? As if reminded, she begins to bounce anyway, feet keeping tempo to some odd dance. "Shards," she breathes.

"Congratulations?" Oren steps away from Slippa, stolen from him by the green he'd like if he were a dragon except he isn't. But then, if he were a dragon, he'd like all the greens. And now he's handless, the poor thing.

Sraine wasn't so out of it that she missed the neck egg breaking open. However, her attention was towards Slippa. Yeah... Zizth! How lovely! Eyes then flicker to the eggs, then back to the stands to search for Jake. Was he really there? "Hy-dear..where IS he? I don't see him?" She SHOULD be paying attention to the sands...but..she needs a pillar of comfort. Either Jake or Hy..didn't matter. And Hyzen is given a hand-squeeze for good measure among dancing on unsandaled feet.

Lyri moves over toward the two newest impressees. "COngratulations, to the both of you. Come on, we'll get them some food and get you settled in." Nervous? Her? Nah.. "Zizth, is it?" This goes to Slippa. "Lovely name."

"Congrats, beautiful!" N'sync calls over to Slippa and her new green, his own lithe brown moving in a strange sort of dance that his own movements seem to echo. Hey, they're N'sync and Backstreeth. The ladies'll be chasing after them, might as well work the moves.

Jaw goes slack as he just gapes at the scene before him. Mosiah is quite thoroughly dumbstruck. Visions of how much of a dimglow he must look at this very moment bring his mouth close with a *pop*. All those plans carefully created for his escape off of the sands are forgotten in awe of the moment. When next he opens his mouth, a rather apt curse is breathed.

"Another green," Rauve states, nodding in aggrement with Sorana. "Sem to be a lot, this clutch.. yes, lovely name, Slippa!" He might as well keep offering encouragement, after all. Takes his mind off the now-frying soles of his feet. Erk.

Pemeron begins to join in the sand dance, his feet alternately coming up long enough to cool slightly and then back down. "I can't keep up with this." he murmurs to Pia, adding "Bronze, yes. That green? They are all so beautiful. I am so nervous." ah, yeah, right. Typical Pemeron. "What was the green's name? Slippa's? I didn't hear, did you Pia?" he asks.

Winter Hearthfire Egg shivers again. But the time... the time isn't yet right.

All Nighter Study Hard Egg wobbles more, hairline cracks showing in rather random places on the egg. It's definitely closer to hatching than it was a moment ago. But it could be a while, yet. It can't decide.

Hyzen wrinkles her nose as she seeks the male again. "There! By that group of hugging, dancing people... um... fourth row back?" Eyes turn back to the sands and the next hatchling. So fast! And yet... slow enough to burn tender tootsies. "See the green, Reka?" Yup, pretty one. They were all pretty! Or handsome.

Hiliza's green eyes shimmer at Slippa, "Congratulations!" She calls out, still being her clingly little self, "And there's more.. and more... and still lots of eggs," Hear the hope drip in Hiliza's voice, and then see her eyes shimmer some more. Maybe a tear, "No more Candidates, Sorana... it's... over," She blinks, and then grins, "But everyone can keep in touch," There, the smile is back.

Midnight Games In The Park Green Dragonet sneaks out of her egg-fragments, eyes a'rolling as she spends a moment surveying the shimmering blur of white. And /then/ she is off on a prowl, small, crooning noises emitting from her - much like giggles - as she watches this candidate, that candidate... hmm!

Gideon tries to follow the hatchlings, eggs and Impressions, not in that order mind you, but it's all so fast. Holding steady to the side though, he tries to remain calm, feet shifting from time to time to relieve the tension from the heated soles of his feet. His eyes keep darting the the dark egg in the back. "It's shaking... crack, will you crack!" he mutters, voice barely rising above the din.

Slippa proudly makes her way across the sands with Zizth, cheery smile made beautiful by the tender look in her eyes. "Yes, Lyri," she manages, almost stumbling as she peeks at her darling again and again.

Pyrene rolls her eyes at Quara. "Of course they're not dead...." There, that's just like a bluerider, to lower the tone.

Desert Dancing Till Sunrise Bronze may not be too sexy for this party, but he can shake his dragonet tush with the best of them, a swivel of hips that will certainly make some ladies swoon - though he's got nothing on clutchbrother Baskstreeth. Paws kick up sand in his giddiness as he trots to to inspect boy after boy, dubbing each too lanky, too chunky, or too beefy as he flicks a tail at them disdainfully. Snort.

Sasha's eyes are dragged back to the sands to the new green which has erupted from her egg. What a beauty! "I forgot how exquisite they are!" she breathes to Reka and Hyzen...her nearest friends. Now who will she choose?

Quara smiles brightly back at Pyrene. "That'd be why I said it, dear." Goldriders can be so dense.

Caylea watches as another green bursts from it's shell. Surprised, she takes a small step back, but otherwise remains in place. These sands are just so...hot! Steaming really. A tug on Tat's hand is given as she nods. "I think. I just don't know. It's all so... Fast. I swear, I think I'll just worry about dodging run-away-hatchlings for now. Figure out who impressed later." What if Tatoria was snatched from her grasps? Cay'd be cut like a wire and left all alone. Whimper. hand tenses more.

Sraine looks once again to the stands, squinting. FABulous...there were LOTS of dancing people but...what was that! THERE HE WAS! Giving a quick wave, some more cracking brings her back to the present, a smile on her lips. He was here like she asked....that was all she need...oh yeah. And Hyzen's hand. Squeeze. Voice is caught in her throat, and all she can do is what...watiging... waiting

Tilarekna agrees. Handsome and swoonsome males, with lovely lady hatchlings too... OOooo... the green! She might be headed this way? "They are, aren't thy?" she agrees with Sasha, ignoring the bronze. Who's wandered waaaay out of sight. Caylea and Tat are grinned at, but her eyes move back to the eggs once more...

Sorana's gaze flutters over sand and eggs, Candidates and rider-legs. Or something close to that. Green'd optics twitch, towards her favorite egg. "Fuzzy..." Softly, that, mouthed as she flicks a glance towards Hiliza. "Awww...c'mon, 'liza, don't get all upset! 'course we'll stay t'gether. Just think...free rides." 'lid dips in a teasing wink, before her attention turns back to the sands.

A small bronze, smaller even than some of the blues breaking shell, strolls casually over towards a large knot of herder boys. He's got a belly, though, one to rival one on the largest vintner. And odd markings: a baseball cap sort of blotch and an strange collar like a polo-shirt. Frat-hatchling. His whirling eyes focus on the tall, gangly Candidate, Miam, and Impression! "Mi'm and Kudzuth!" The weyrling cries, throwing his arms round the hatchling.

Tatoria follows, stepping back with Caylea. "Whose idea was no sandles?" she mutters before giving a short nod, wet hair swinging across her back. "Much faster down here than up.. there," she notes, shooting a very, very quick glance toward the sea of faces that is the galleries. "No way I can see everyone... Sands are too shardin'... /oh/!" Her feet pick up again as they hit a patch of sand that seems particularly hot. "I like dancing, but this is /rediculous/," she mutters.

Gideon stands straight, watching as all the Candidates standing beside him have suddenly disappeared... first N'sync, then Slippa, not Mi'm? "Where?..." but his eyes spy them towards the entrance with their new lifemates, and a slow smile creases his sweating face. But there's another crack! The hatchlings are still shuffling through the sands. He hops over to the others, muttering to himself. "Just concentrate," he says, almost running into Pemeron and Pia.

Pyrene eyes bare candidate feet and then her own booted toes in relief. "Did you make any bets?" she asks the riders near her, eyes flashing with interest. "I seem to have missed out on the wagering this time around."

Rauve shifts. And shifts. And shifts. It's a fairly predictable pattern of movement, here. "Of course," Candidate murmurs at nothing in particular, eyes still focused on the hatchlings. And the eggs. And all the other stuff on the Sands -- again, it's predictable. "..Congratulations, Mi'm!" is directed towards the newly Impressed, and then, again, he shifts, silent.

We're swwwwaaaaaaying in the heat, we're picking up our feet; such a horrible heeeeeeeeeat, and the eggs are cracking again... Aren't they? Tilarekna raises her feet, dancing and mincing in place on the sands. C'mon, lil' draggies, do yer stuff. Sweat trickles down her brow, and she misses the presense of her fire lizards. Squeezing Sasha and Hyzen's hands for comfort, she watches...

Caylea will calm down, really she will. Just give her a moment. Or an hour. Or three. The candidate glances down, watching Tatoria's feet dancing upon the sands. "Good dance moves though. Where'd you learn them?" A casual question? At a time like this? Flaming red hair bounces upon her head as she moves, definately prominate against her white robes. /What/ must she look like from the stands? Eeep. A glance is finally given towards the rest of her fellows, those candidates she'd grown close to over the past months. Her lip is bitten, but she manages not to shout out towards them in..nervousness? Joy? Just plain weird appeal?

Midnight Games In The Park Green Dragonet skips around the sands, sage-dotted neck craning, making sure she sees /everything/ - ooh, look, they're all dancing! Must be something you're supposed to do in this strange world... green head moves towards a small candidate, the girl squealing in surprise. Hee hee - boo! Not her, no, not her... she's not the right one. Mischief glitters in her eyes as she moves on...

Sasha's eye's widen imperceptibly as more of the eggs begins to crack. Stretching and standing on tiptoe, she tries to catch a glimpse of the creature residing within the shell, and feeling for a moment that distant but familiar thrill...."Even though I'm not going to impress, this is a pretty good place to watch the hatching from, I suppose. Not everybody gets a vantage point as close as this."

Pemeron grins at Gideon "Exciting, huh?" he says, step, step. With little thought for what he is doing he reaches for Gideon's hand, and gives it a good squeeze. "I thought for sure that that brown was going to impress to Rauve, and Slippa got that green. Did you get the name?" He gazes out the door as if he wishes he was out there...

Quara doesn't have sandals on. She has /boots/. Lined with many layers of something one of the 'folk concocted to keep the heat away. And several pairs of socks. "Oh!" And, as she watches, the blue she'd had her eye on does, indeed, Impress. "R'thur and Corneliuth!" comes the cheerful carol, and from way-high-up on the ledges, a bouncing bluerider cheers her brother on. And more eggs hatch, and more Candidates Impress, and Quara makes bets cheerfully with everyone who's willing to. Not that she'll /pay/ them. Probably.

Nuff isn't near Pyrene, but waves her little flag at'r, nodding happily. "I bet we have more Greens", an easy one to win, to be sure. "And I bets Ysbryth is hungry.' THe queen in questoin, watching carefully from near old Rix's, has more important things on her mind than Hungry.

Pia dodges Gideon, hand still clutching Pem's firmly. "It's ok," she offers, tucking a sweaty lock behind one ear.

Mosiah shuffles through the sands, careless as to the tiny sand grains sliding 'tween his thong sandals and his bare feet. Glancing askance to Caylea, he offers her a brave smile alnog with a rather slick wink, as if to say: No problem. He can handle this. Sure... Sure?

Winter Hearthfire Egg rocks more firmly now. It's getting hot in here. Sands shift beneath the shell, and those looking carefully may spy a crack. This fire's getting out of control.

Desert Dancing Till Sunrise Bronze finally strolls up with a languid plod of burning feet, all sets of shoulderblades bouncing to the beat of a nonexistant drummer as head snakes back and forth along the line of candidates. The tempo stops - the beat is dropped - as he comes upon His One. The one that Backstreeth left behind - but heartthrobs these days have no accounting for taste. It's Rauve's eyes that his own, shadowed ones seek out, liquid pools to be lost for all time in.

Gideon nods to Pemeron quickly. "Zizth," he replies, voice squeeking slightly as he tries to keep his teeth from chattering. "And Backstreeth," he adds, nodding to Pia.

All Nighter Study Hard Egg twitches, sending a spiderweb of cracks streaking along the blackness of its shell, branching out to leave only the track of illumination intact. Methodicaly, one piece is chipped away by a talon, then another, and slowly a few are more displaced by the emerging tip of a wing. Finally, the superstructure gives way, collapsing to leave its occupant blinking in the sudden light.

Too Late For Supper Absentminded Blue Dragonet
Deep, azure-tinged indigo flows in viscous waves down the sleek gloss of smooth hide, navy and violet intermingling in a thick coat of oily color. A sheen of slick vivacity resonates through this base, a fitting canvas for the overlaying shades of color, smeared and streaked in curious layers of visual intensity. Each whirling, faceted eye is encompassed by streaks of delicate silver, framing the polychromatic orbs in an endearingly absent manner. A fleeting glimpse of peridot is smudged just below the right headknob, as if paint were accidentally wiped there and promptly forgotten; the knobs themselves are highlighted with wispy periwinkle that suggests the fading of age and its accompanying wisdom. Such smudges bespatter the rest of his lanky form, from the wisps of shimmering orchid along his sinuous neck to the blush of dawn-like hues partly concealed behind the bend of his elbow. Wings, especially, are an explosion of mismatched brilliance -- sprinklings of smooth apricot, spicy cinnamon, and springtime viridian trace elegant lines across sails and spars alike. The barest speckling of ivory and ebony flick down the length of his dark tail, barely discernable amongst the riot of even viscous hues. Random blotches and smears on the dark purplish background give a haphazard mien to his strung-out frame, disorganization offset by good intentions.

Tatoria shrugs nonchalantly, feigning modesty. "Brothers taught me," she intones cooly. "I'd be glad to teach you sometime." Indeed, a casual conversation to go with a casual question. Just ignore the dragons? Well, not entirely - Tat can't help a glance out here and there, eyes flickering with a hint of nervousness. "Works wonders on the heat, too." And there's even a grin as a foot is lifted to demonstrate.

Desert Dancing Till Sunrise Bronze turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Rauve, and steps forward.

Tilarekna bahs softly and shakes the hand held in hers. "Don't say that! You'll see... You're dragon's here.. or he's not been shelled yet," she nods. She knows what she's saying. Honest. Has she not done this before? Wait... so's Sasha... A gasp escapes her again and... "RAUVE! Oh, well DONE!" Joyohjoy!

Sraine waves and calls her congradulations to M'im, belatedly. She had missed it before, eyeing all the eggs that hadn't hatched and the like. Phew. Feet shift very uncomfortably, getting seared on the hot sands below them. ow. Ow. OW. Advice to anyone planning on a stroll to the sands. SANDALS! More eggs crack and her turquoise eyes flicker back to the bustling sands. IT was all going by like a dream!

Hyzen bites her lip as she watches all the goings on, trying to see everything and not succeeding. Shaking her head, she directs herself to focus upon one thing... well, okay, three things. But that's all, or no cookie for Hyzy! Rekna's hand is getting the life squeezed out of it along with Sraine's as eyes lock upon the... bronze! And Rauve! Pause... make sure it's rig--- "RAUVE!

Ciera escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Sorana lets out a high-pitched squeal of surprise, shrill and loud and right up close. "Raaaaaaauuuuuvvveee! You did it!" Hand is let go, not before a gleeful squeeze of it as she gazes in absolute delight at the Candidate...'ling! "Oh, great Rauve! What's his name?"

Sraine finally catches somethign she missed just moments before, and she shouldn't have really. "Go RAUVE!" is the excited semi-hollar. She was really proud of her friend! Ine winces slightly at the hand-squeezing, but it's not like she hasn't done the same thing to the other's hand all the while..

Hiliza loses track of just about everything except for Sorana. Hand squeezes tighter on arm, hopefully not to the point of pain. She nods, and smiles again, "And I'll still be in Reaches.... forever. I hope," And then, she's brought to attention, "Rauve!!! RAUVE! RAUVE!!!!!!!" Hiliza simply beams at her friend, hopping from foot to foot not from pain but from joy.

Gideon laughs again, his eyes twinkling with delight. "Way to go, Rauve!" he calls out, watching the pair become aquainted. He smiles at Pemeron once more, thankful for a hand to hold. "It's going so quickly," he says, his feet shifting agains as more hatchlings immerge.

N'sync's One is already here... No one else comes close to Backstreeth, the pair already at the edge of the sands, giving equally swoonable gazes to the females of their respective species. Who would have thought this pair? "Hey, Rauve! Niiiiice!" The brownrider gives a loose-wristed wave towards the newest rider. Alriiiiiight. Good to know that Backstreeth's other choice found a lifemate.

A brown cracks shell, popping out of a polka-dot striped egg and landing smoothly on his feet. He's good. He's smooth. He's out to /par-tay/! Sashaying towards a tall herder, the hatchling snags the robe and draws the unfortunate (or fortunate) candidate closer. Let's be pals. We'll get all the girls. Bob be bop! "Raveth!" the Candidate cries, and as an afterthought, adds: "K 'sair!"

Midnight Games In The Park Green Dragonet seems to hesitate as she senses something out of the corner of her eyes - someone's out there to play? One who can teach her stuff? Hmm.... expression seems to turn pondering, green dragonet slowly moving towards one side of the candidate-ring. Over here, maybe?

Too Late For Supper Absentminded Blue Dragonet emerges into the light, looking extraordinarily bemused. Blinking slowly, he looks around at the many white-clad bodies all around him. Toddling slowly forward, bright-tinted muzzle is extended towards them, sniffing curiously. Who are they?

Lyri blinks. "Rauve? Bronze?" Oh my. "Ooh, congratulations." Beam. "What's his name?" She asks, ushering them off toward food and then going to collect the latest impressee; see Lyri, see Lyri sweat.

Violet eyes blink, and flicker with a multitude of emotions as Rauve's hand lets go of Sorana's to drop to a bronzen neck. "Soquilith." A frantic glance to fellow Candidates, and then Candidate -- now Weyrling -- manages to call out, a bit louder: "He says.. he says his name is Soquilith!" And then Rauve manages to grin, now not-sickly. Amazing.

Siannen's atention is captured once more, freckles standing out as she pales, then squeeeeeeeeeeals and literally bounces, face now wreathed in her very brightest beam. "PUPPY!" Whoops. But she's too excited to care, hand frantically shoving fractious strands of hair from her eyes as she corrects herself, "Rauvey!!! Oh, /Rauvey/!" Heck, he's her best friend, after all...

"Not /Rauve/, too," Pia whines in an undertone, sulking. "Cao, at least, will be happy." Glancing over at Pem, she winks and gestures towards the blue. "Nice color on that one, eh Pem?"

Pyrene stares a trifle blankly. "Rauve? But he wears pink...." she mutters. "And he can't even clip a dragon's toenail." Nevertheless she raises a voice in a cheer and adds in Nuff's direction: "What're the odds on blues?"

Quara cheers loudly for R'thur as he's shepherded off, and then joins the clamor as another blue hatches. Blue is best, of course. "Rauve! Oh, lovely!" Better him to Impress metallic than a nanny.

Sorana's jaw drops. No, not at Rauve. At the blue. "Th...the /blue/...oh, Hiliza, he's the most fantastic dragon I've ever seen." Stare. Stare. Oggle. Oggle. "And he's /blue/..." Brilliance runs in her family, for sure.

Tilarekna blinks, and then lets out a whoop. "Go KORSAIR!" she cheers happily, pleased for her friend. How wonderful! She nudges Sasha, "Look, Korsair--uh, K'sair Impressed!!" Soquilith? Oh, lovely name for a bronze! She beams at Rauve, before squeezing Hyzen's hand and sighing dramatically. "C'mon, eggies..."

Caylea shakes her head as she stares down. "Nah. I've got to much on my hands as it is. " Eyes glance quickly back to the hatching. Oh, There's a hatching going on here? *stepstepstepslideouch* Braving the burning sands, the healer twosteps upon them, trying to see how long she can keep one foot into the air before she'd gotta lift the other. Stupid gravity. Rauve? Rauve impressed? "RAUVE!" She screams out, grinning like an idiot. Hey, she's allowed to be happy right?

With a flood of warm, pleasant realisation, Sasha watches Rauve greeting his new bronze dragonet and is overwhelmed with wonder at the situation. "What beautiful colouring! Oh You deserve it! Well done! That dragon had taste!"

Mosiah's presence gradually becomes more and more resilient as the hatching progresses, to casually leaning his weight onto one foot as fingers fidget with the belt once more. "Might actually survive this, I-" The boy abruptly cuts off as a lavender-imbued blue dragonet waddles forward. "Sweet Faranth!" Fists clench, eyes squinch closed, and his body goes rigid. Wait for it. Wait for it.... What ever happened to 'it'? One eye hazzards a peek as the dragonet is long gone, having scurried past him to claim another. "Ah," he sounds a touch disappointed.

Feet shift once more, now buried in sand as Gideon stares out on the sands. "At last, a blue!" he cries out, face joyous. "This clutch is amazing!" He grins at Pemeron and Pia again, then back to the dragonets, the eggs, the sands, the new riders who only an hour ago were Candidates. "I wouldn't miss this for the world," he mumbles, barely audible.

An attention-commanding /CrAcK/ thunders as an egg splits, a jagged bolt of a fissure running through it before it spills a guady blue onto the sands - all sparkles and spangles and pearls and fishnets. Fisnets? After getting to none-too-steady feet, he struts into the crowd with a cape of navy satin wings dangling behind to single out a brawny weyrlad who's been ducking away the whole time. The two moan together - the boy groaning in disbelief, the blue crooning in delight - as the pair bond forever. "Oh, Furterth, /Furterth..." Yep. F'rank 'n Furterth.

Sraine squirms as the heat scorches her feet. Trying to take her mind off of it --while she shifts of course-- she nods. Good name. And...more impressions..and..she's lost! Phew. Her more simple-sided mind is overpowering her and she just...stands, squeezing Hy's hand and glancing up occasionally to where she last spotted Jacobi. Finally, she manages to squeek something out. "It's all so fast...how can anyone keep up with this?" Mostly murmered to Hyzen, but to herself as well.

Hiliza hugs at her friend's hand with the exhiliration of the moment, squeezing one Sorana-appendage into near goo, "He is, isn't he? A little... newly hatched but still awfully pretty.." She adds, softer, "They all are.. you know?"

"Rauve?" Yeah, Tatoria's slow on the uptake tonight. "Rauve!" And that's enough for her. "Caylea. People are /Impressing./" In case the healer missed it. She follows Caylea's dance, feet keeping up as she still clings to her hand, though it's habit by now. No more desparate squeezing. Too bad they don't have a tempo to keep the heat-dance in time.

Pemeron quickly replies to Pia "Yes, so much color." he continues to watch Rauve and then turns his eyes back to the eggs "Well, one of those eggs may be for me, but I sure don't know." Looking at Gideon then he says "What about you? They are breaking shell so fast, I can't keep up with which ones impress to whom." His eyes dart from one to another of the impressions, barely taking in who is still there, but watching as the numbers dwindle.

Midnight Games In The Park Green Dragonet pauses - wait! There was a sound! She pivots clumsily, heading straight towards a bunch of those white-clad people. Move it, move it! /Hers/ is there. There! Creeling, the green throws herself at the feet of Tatoria. Please, mommy, can I keep this one?

Lis peeks over at the newly Impressed pair - F'rank, was it? - with a noise of approval low in her throat. "Now /that/ is a bluerider I'd like to get my hands on," she murmurs in Quara's ear, chuckling demonically.

"Oh, yes..." Sorana breathes to Hiliza, hand clenched tight-tight-tight. "He's...just.../blue/. Purple-blue. Fantastic. First real pretty blue hatched here." Babble-babble-babble, sway-sway-sway. No nervousness here, as her free hand flicks upward to brush away a strand of hair, pausing as -- "Tatoria?"

Baaaaaaa! What an odd noise for a hatchling to make as it spills from it's fluffy white shell, blue hide pale against the dark sands. But 'baaaa' it does, repeating the noise in irritation as it scrambles to his feet. He /knows/, howver, what he wants -- don't all hatchlings? Four feet scramble towards a certain candidate -- who promply meeps and backs up. "Sheepith?" Ramneli -- no R'am -- asks, horrified. "For me?" A moment and he clutches the dragonet's neck tightly.

Pyrene glares at Lis. "You've had your hands on enough blueriders already." she mutters to her.

Midnight Games In The Park Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Tatoria, and steps forward.

Gideon nods to Pemeron again. "Aye, but we'll know soon enough," he replies, voice finally under control. "It's all so exciting, but no need to panic." Who's panicking? "Must be efficient with our energy," he mutters. "Congrats, Tatoria!" he suddenly shouts out, having barely caught one Impression.

Too Late For Supper Absentminded Blue Dragonet is on his feet now, and that means it's time to explore. He looks first at the other newly-hatched, and then loses interest. He knows them. Time to find someone he doesn't know. And so the varicolor blue springs forward, suddenly agile, and starts exploring the people. Which one's the best for him?

N'sync dances better than F'rank. Really. And is better looking. Just watch... But the sight of another leerable young woman getting a green does catch his attention.... "Congrats, Tatoria!" Ooh. This weyrling class will be goooood...

Sasha feels jealous for a split second and as quickly stifles the feeling. 'You know this is all a mistake' she tells herself over and over again...Just enjoy the moment and watch the marvelous impressions of your friends....and... "Oh......there goes another one!" Sasha cries out in triumph as Tatoria is claimed by the wandering dragonet."Yipppeeeee! What a beauty! She'll keep you busy for a bit!! Congratulations!" she yells her heart behind every syllable, feeling desperately pleased for her friend.

Sraine watches all the dragonets and notices as one of the greens makes a choice...with Tatoria!! Raising her free hand and waving it about, she looks like she's lost those half-smiles and have gone straight to beaming. "Congradulations Tat!!" Oh she's so HAPPY for her fellow candidates!

Winter Hearthfire Egg is definitely cracking now. Creak and bulge and crack and....

Tilarekna gapes... then.. "Yay Tatoria!" she crows over at Caylea and Tat, joy in her voice for her friend. "Yay!" Okay, that's another green gone. Yupyupyup! and.. Ramneli's Impressed too??? Shaking her head, she tries to free it from the amazement that holds it in sway. It's ahppening so fast...

Winter Hearthfire Egg burns hotter as pleasure turns to passion across the white-hot shell. The once cozy fire becomes a roaring furnace as scarlet scatters like burning embers across the snowy white; hot -- hotter -- hottest. All the fury of a smith's forge seems to focus itself on a single point near the top... and /bang/. The egg shatters like glass.

Stand and Deliver Bronze Dragonet
The torrent of darkness that blacks this dragon's claret hide rides his lean, broad-shouldered frame as a cascade of shadows. However dark that jewelled hide twinkles -- oh how it fits with never a wrinkle, that darkly gleaming skin -- his dashing, darkling glory is offset by those moonlit galleon's sails. Doe-skin brown may soften his hindquarters, but it is bronze that crinkles bright at his ale-laced throat, clatters down the gallop of neckridges steeling his spine and dashes madly along the rapier length of his tail. His eyes, like the stroke of midnight -- bright, like the moon at midnight -- his eyes like the stroke of midnight, gleam with a robber's gaze.

Hyzen twitches as she feels the pressure returned to her through her two friend's hands. Getting a taste of her own medicine, eh? Easing up on the pressure, she continues the sinuous motions of the befamed Sand-Dance. "It was like this at Ista too..." comes the soft reply before... oh dear. "Ramneli?!" He's going to be a terror... poor Weyrlings. "TATORIA!" As loud as she'll get, thank you.

Vylector steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

Lis huffs a delicate little sigh in Pyrene's direction, causing leather to squeak and chains to jingle. "Oh, I /know/, Pyrene, but they all seem to take advantage of me now..." She needs new ones that are properly cowering in terror.

It's hard to be happy for people when you don't like them. Pia pouts, glancing at the two boys with her. "That green should have come to me," she notes petulantly, and then, half-heartedly calls "Congrats, Tatoria," in tones that suggest she means exactly the opposite.

Quara purrs quietly and nods at Lis. "Oh, definitely, he's a darling." A buff darling, mind. "It's lovely, isn't it?"

Hiliza tugs at a lip and then shouts, "Tatoria!!! Oh congratulations!!!" Hiliza means it too, because seeing people happy makes her happy. Sure, she feels a twinge inside. It's hard not to, but she'll be happy anyway.

Gideon jumps out of the sand surrounding his feet as that dark egg shatters. And... "a bronze! Another bronze!" he shouts out, practically dancing with glee. "And a green, and ... blue" He clamps his mouth shut. Not quite what you'd call panic, but this certainly is /not/ calm.

Tatoria doesn't even notive a movement at her feet - until suddenly, wide-eyed, she glances down, face twisted in an expression of absolute shock - and love. She drops to one knee instantly, reaching for the hatchling as thoughts of hot sands fade into the recesses of her mind. "Vespurath?" she questions softly, eyes locked on deep eyes before lifting her head with a wide grin. "Her name is Vespurath!"

R'am strokes the blue's head gently, peering towards the ones that still stood upon the sands. He had made it... just like he'd told them! Rising from his crouch, he moves towards the other Impressed pairs, grinning widely, Sheepith still at his heels, making that strang noise of his. Baa.

Sorana is still blue-oggling, but finally -- finally! -- pulls herself together in a simple gaze of admiration. Glance flicks, curiously, to the bronze: "Oooo. Bronze. From the flickery egg." Inevitably, though, green'd optics sway -- with the CandiGirl's movements -- back to the blue.

Pyrene glares at Lis and at Quara too for good measure. "Dragons'll be pretty when they're a bit older though," she allows. "another bronze? Maybe we'll have a round five."

Lyri ooh's at Tatoria. "Oh Tat!!!" Yay!! "Oh, she's /lovely/!" A few other new 'lings are ushered over toward food. "Come on, let's get them food.."

Rauve simply glows down at Soquilith. Well, as glowing as Rauve can get, in any case. Tatoria gets a blink as 'ling eventually looks upwards, and a loud: "Congrats, Tatoria!" Is directed towards her. "And Vespurath! A lovely name." Not as lovely as Soquilith, though. Eh, heh.

Nuff waves her little flaggy again. "Yay! Green! Green is good. "

Geeee...Thanks for the update. What could be going on in Tat's mind. Oh, that. Eep! Every other dragonet on the sands is absently forgotten as Caylea quickly takes a step back from the green that approaches. As Tatoria falls to her knees, the healer stares in... wonder. The look that flashes through the other's eyes nearly terrifies Caylea, but it's so...soothing? Sweet? Maybe seing complete joy was enough to completely freak Cay out. "Congrats..." She whispers, not that the other would know. Vespurath was definately a lovely dragon.

Pemeron continues to dance and declares "Yes, bronze, and blue, and green." so many colors, so many "Not many browns though, or has there been another I missed. I keep missing them." step, step "Pia, what was the green's name? Did you hear?" With a twist he turns to look this way and that, squeezing both hands holding his and says "I feel to burst, I never saw such a thing as this before. And did you see the looks on the faces of the ones as have impressed? They look like ... like ... I don't know..."

Stand and Deliver Bronze Dragonet shakes out his wings and peers around him, blinking the newborn miasma from his eyes. One foot goes forward and promptly tangles in a wing. So... before setting out to candidates, he must pause to reconnoitre and reconsider his tactics.

Mosiah kicks his feet up, waggling them one at a time to loose any sand in his flip-flops. As the lad hobbles about upon one leg, his oppostie foot mired quite well in the sweltering sand, yet another dragonet meanders close. Yikes! Dragonbait! The rather plump green with a jade star upon her forehead stops before the balancing boy. *wobblewobble* She turns her gaze upon his one pale, spindly leg, wuffles in contepts enough to blow the kid over (but not quite), and continues upon her merry way. His nervous cluckle afterwards gives hint as to the thoughts of that moment.

Connecting To the World Egg pushes out against the shell, crinkling up and threatening to hatch before subsiding again into relative quiet.

Tilarekna sways with the heat now, having almost adapted to the heat that seems to be caking her toes. Hothothot... biting her lip, Reka ignores the sweat she can feel making the fabric of her robe cling to her back. It's HOT. Yes. Muchly. Eggs that have yet to break their shells are watched even as the swoonable blue is considered cute. "Look at that bronze," she grins. "He acts like he's a guard or something...."

Backstreeth stares at the Stand and Deliever Bronze, offering a perfectly pitched croon. Hey. Welcome to the land of the unhatched.

"Like they're in love," Gideon finishes for Pemeron and smiles softly, nodding to the new pairs. His head slowly returns to the Hatchlings. "They all know," he says, gesturing towards the little ones. "It's amazing... it's destiny." Now, how efficient is philosophy at a time like this?

Too Late For Supper Absentminded Blue Dragonet examines Candidates, each that he looks at getting a once-over and being discarded just as quickly. They're all nice, of course, but he needs the one that's perfect. And in his hurry, he ends up going towards those who have already Impressed. No, wait, not /them/... And, redirected, he keeps looking, mouth gaping a little to give him what might well be a perpetually confused look.

Sasha drags her gaze away from the ovoids to glance quickly at her fellow candidates. She can see from their faces their mixed emotions, and she hopes that the inevitable failure to impress for some of them won't mean that she will never see them again...knowing only too well how it feels, she snaps her head forward again, dismissing that tiny voice somewhere within her that suggests there is still a chance for her....breathe...focus on the eggs....try not to think too hard.....remember all the work that you'll need to catch up on at healer hall, when you return there after this fiasco, Sasha!

Emerging into the world in a whirlwind of noise, protest, and clattering eggs, a blue swirls, legs barely touching the ground as he zooms towards the Candidates. 'Round one, over the next, the hatchling shoves the hapless souls out of the way, on his path to one lad in particular. The Bart to his Simpson, the Science to his Diet... Crenash kneels, arms outstretched. "Bandicooth!" C'rash calls, beckoning the zooming blue forward.

Romantic Movie Night Egg wobbles in a coy little dance, shimmering in the heat and seeming almost to stretch outwards -- being oh-so-discreet about it. The little move made, though, egg settles back into relative calm.

Sraine watches the bronze as he seems to pause in his goings. Heh.. That was cute. Hyzen is glanced down at and shuffling is noticed. "You okay? Those sandals not working anymore?" Nevermind her own burning feet. HEhehe...*nervous laughter inserted here*. Gaze flickering out and about, she chews her bottomlip nervously. WAit..her? Nervous? Naw....

Vylector bites a fingernail nervously - hastily retracting it before anyone tonices. Huh. What does /he/ care - they'll get 'em counted up and sorted out 'ventually, right? Doesn't involve him. He can always complain afterwards. "Shells, how much longer will this take," candie mutters sourly, staring at the dragons.

Siannen /gapes/, jaw slack in shock and disbelief. "/CRenash?!?" Her brother? "Cr'ash, you'll ahve to wash /him too/, now!" And is that a gleefully malicious cackle? I think it is.

Stand and Deliver Bronze Dragonet figures it out--hold the wings /high/. Of course, this does nothing for camouflage. Still, he prowls away from the main batch of eggs, his eyes whirling around at all the candidates in curiosity. Pinpoint and /then/ make your ambush. And never let them see you until your teeth are at their throat. Or something.

Hiliza hops a little more, gaze flickering from Sorana to other Candie-friends to hatchlings to Sorana and so on, "How can you stand it without sandels, Sora?" Peer? Green eyes blink and her gaze-shuffle continues. So much to watch. It's a little crazy, but exciting.

"Vespurath, I think..." Pia answers, glancing back at Pem. "Did Tatoria change her name, did she say?" Shaking her head ruefully, the girl scratches at her pink hair. "No browns yet? I thought I saw one Impress over there..." Free hand waves vaguely.

Hyzen doesn't see half of the happenings since rather large, rude candidate steps in front of her. And she's also pulled along with Rekna's swaying as well. "S'cuse me..." she murmurs towards the large female. The girl turns and glares at Hyz before moving out of the way... and into Reka's line of sight. Some people. "Who? What happened, Sraine? What'd I miss?"

Sorana's voice rises in a soprano trill, /high/ above her normal, easygoing range. "/Crenash/?!" Voice drops in a lilting, wavering sulk -- "Some Weyrling class /that's/ gonna be..." -- before it rises again. Single-minded, she is. "He moved, 'liza. The blue moved."

Sraine glances down at Hyzen once more, chuckling within her throat. "A few more dragons have hatched I think...but if anything has happened, I don't know myself. It's so...quick." And THAT was an understatement. "I also asked if you were all right and if the sandals were working? You seem to be...bustling about." Which she herself was doing. Mwaha. Er...yeah.

Gideon stands up a little straighter as he watches the antics of the nearest bronze. "So precise," he mumbles, voice actually... gleefull over that little adjective. "So confident." He shakes his head and erases the smile. "I'm being a wherry-headed... " something or other. He again stands still, muttering at himself to be calm and concentrate, never mind Pemeron's hand is still clutched in his.

Lyri eyes. "C'rash?" Hey, she can't pick them all.. More impressees are ushered away, and, for a moment, she pauses to mop the sweat from her brow; they must /really/ want to punish her.

Quara just stands, and cheers, and sips from a pilfered skin of wine. She's having a good time, and they get food afterward. Not that they don't get fed other times. But it's food and conversation and HappyWeyrlings. See, they haven't gotten the whole 'you've got to feed it' part of the bargain yet.

She's left all alone. Lookie lookie, here's a lone apprentice. How dare that evil evil green steal her Tat from her. her only shield from all these creatures. Sigh. Standing there, her arms folding against her chest, she stares down at her bandaged hadn for a moment. Eww, now it would have to be changed. And it itched horribly. Caylea glances bck up as her other hand begins digging towards her right palm absently. What did she miss? Everyone's impressing! She's alone! Meep.

"Caylea!" Sorana's voice lifts, inviting. "Hold my hand?"

Tatoria rises, trailing along side Vespurath with a distinctly shocked smile spreading quite large across her face. Caylea is left alone as they leave the hot sands for the side of hatching ground.

Pyrene nearly reels. "Crenash? /Crenash/?? Oh, no..." She remembers Cren all too well. "He'll never wash that dratted dragonet. I pity Ris... and Ly..." She blinks across at the weyrlingmasters in sympathy.

Pemeron nods silently and then continues to watch the hatchlings move, very fast, but so awkward. "They are ..." he tightens his grip on Gideon's hand, the stronger smith giving his hand a run for the marks. "All so incredible looking. Do they all impress? I mean hatch?" he asks Pia almost as if she knows everything he doesn't, which is... well ... everything, right?

Sraine waves little ol' lonely Caylea over to where her and Hyzen were standing along with some others. As Sorana pipes up though, she stops, glancing back to the eggs and...everything. Hrm? Crenash impressed? Shards was she behind..

Tilarekna's eyes flare as Big Ugly Female steps into her viewing space, and she frowns. "Hey, move, we can't see." Okay, SHE can't see, but same thing, right? She glances in apology at Hyzen for the sway-and-pulling, beut thr gold-amber gaze glares until the bigger girl moves. BAH. Pia is taller, and Reka no scare easy. Thhhbbbp---uuuhhh, no, no one saw her stick her tongue out. Nope. "Cay!" Friend is noticed all on her lonesome, and head gestures for the healerite to get her butt over to the rest of 'em. No one wants to be alone on the Sands... Unless you're with a Hatchling of course...

Too Late For Supper Absentminded Blue Dragonet halts before an ebon-haired figure, nearly bumping into the candidate's legs. Befuddled, he gazes owlishly up at the white-robed figure, as if puzzling out a particularly perplexing problem. Hesitation is slowly traded for comprehension, though, and he tosses back his head in a delighted bugle. Eureka! Sorana!

Too Late For Supper Absentminded Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Sorana, and steps forward.

Caylea blinks. Oh? Where'd Sorana come from? Oh, right, there were other people on these sands! Meep. The healer sidles a little closer towards Sorana and smiles her relieved, thankful -don't you leave me too- smile. Oh, wait, what's this? Cay's left /again/! Eep, these dragons were sneaky!

Sasha begins to hop slightly...the heat is getting to her and that dratted left sandal....Watching as Crenash moves away with his new lifemate, she suddenly sees Soranna impress..."SorSor!!!! You did it!!"

Lis fiddles with a corset buckle as she informs Pyrene of her opinion on Ris and Ly: "They asked for it."

Tilarekna blinks, and cheers. "Sorana! You did it!" A happy cheer escapes her, and she bounces. Before motioning Caylea over to join them. Come HERE!

Stand and Deliver Bronze Dragonet pauses. He's being observed. This isn't right. Well--he'll go down fighting! He turns towards those watching him--or at least the nearest ones watching him. Never surrender! At a steady pace (but still surprisingly fast for a critter five minutes old), he charges at the candidates.

Quara claps again. She knows this one. Even talked to her a coupla times. "Hooray!!!!!" Girl Impressed blue. Good taste. "What's his name?" Not that enough people aren't asking that already.

Pia's eyes half-light, almost gleefully. She does like Sorana. "Congrats!" She calls, sincerely.

Vylector stares at Sorana - hey! That girl Impressed his dragon! Candidate puts on a decidedly sulky face, almost squishing the hand of the girl unfortunate enough to offer. "Bah! This whole hatching-business is just a stunt! Won't do any good anyway." Snort. What does he care?

Sraine's focus is snapped to the blue suddenly making it's way to Sorana. "Go Sorana! Congradulations!" There's that beaming smile again! Er..and now that Sorana's been shuffled away, Caylea's by herself again. "Cay! Over here!" Not exactly a shout, but an Ine-shout.

Sasha leaps in the air gleefully calling out to the newly impressed dragon and her friend, now it's life mate. "Well done Sorana! He is exsquisite....Oh congratulations!"

Mosiah doesn't thinks he could make many more of these close calls. A warbling blue looks as though he might, but instead swerves to the side rather far from the Healer. Not even close, that one. Yet, his heart still races despite the deinal of the prospect. Hand wipes across his sweat-slick forehead, then fingers comb roughshod through his damp hair. Still waiting.

"Sorana!" Gideon shouts out, "he's gorgeous!" A gorgeous male dragon? It fits sometimes. He flinches suddenly as a bronze heads towards their motley band of white-clad soldiers, then crouches, ready to jump to one side or the other, takeing Pemeron with him if needed...

Hyzen shakes her head slowly. "I'm okay, just being hauled along by Reka and trying to see around big, rude people." Glower. "Sorana!" comes her yell, louder this time. She did it! She had told her she'd make it! "Cay, here!" Yup, everyone loves Caylea. Hee.

Oh, sure, go over there and be left all alone too by the next dragonet whom steps up and claims their prize. Hey, lookit! Caylea's good luck! Stand by her and the dragons come running! Ehehe. The healer starts her way towards Sraine, calling her congratulations at Sorana brightly.

Pemeron is looking right at Sorana as she impresses to the delightfully colorful blue "Sorana..." he calls out, quite surprised at the pairing, but then he turns and looks as the bronze moves again. His head does not turn, but he says "I know blues impress to girls, but it's amazing when it happens, don't you think?" His head turns just slightly toward Gideon nodding toward Sorana and the very colorful blue.

Tilarekna eeps as the bronze CHARGES! Eeeeeeeeee! That's not right, surely? She doesn't step back, but her eyes do close. Incoming! Bronze on the loose! Sorana and her blue are flicked a longing glance, before the amber orbs shut... eee.. Scary bronze hatchling, headed this way! She squeezes Sasha and Hyz' hands tighter, before releasing Hyzen's with a soft, muted 'Sorry...'

Sorana gazes down at the dragonet, a halting, shocked murmur flowing through the sound. "Ohhh...Catiminith?" Eyes widen, a pause....eyes widen, grin stretches from side-to-side, and her jubilant declaration comes as the CandiGirl drops her to her knees and enwraps the blue with loving arms. "He says his name is Catiminith!!!"

Pyrene nearly faints. "Sora! Oh... shells... oh shards... oh.... Congrats!" she finally calls over, barely swallowing her pride. Sorana a bluerider... all this time an she never suspected.

Hiliza opens her mouth in utter jubilation as she unclings and steps away, beaming, "Sora...." Hiliza's voice is softish, but happy, "Free rides, remember?" Giggles barely manage their way up, but now Hi' is sort of left to not cling to anyone. "Congratulations..." And she reluctantly turns to look for a free person. Not that people seem to stay on the Sands long.

"Sorana!" A bit more glee comes from Rauve on the topic of /this/ particular Candidate Impresses -- he doesn't want to think about Cr'ash yet. Eh, heh. "Congratulations, Sora! And.. wait, what's his name?" Soquilith gets a glance. Does he know? "..and Catiminith! What a wonderful name!"

An absolutely massive egg cracks, and a monsterous green slithers free, paddle-like fore-arms pulling the dragonet from the shards. Up she rises onto massive back legs, balancing on her thick tail, until the object of her desire is seen. Over she slinks, ungainly form lumbering across the sands. But you can't see her -- she's a figment of your imagination... or is it Janessa's imagination? "Lochth?" The girl shrieks, pushing past a random boy candie to reach her monster, her Lochth. "Oh, Lochth," Ness exclaims, tears lingering at the corner of her eyes.

Lyri gives another whoop (she's doing that a lot lately)> "Sor!!" Gleam. "Congrats!" Remembering her duty, she moves over to the new pair. "Catiminith? Lovely name. Come on, let's get him fed.." And she's off again.

Gideon laughs lightly at Pemeron's comment. "It's right, it's always right. The dragon knows," he recites, eyes focused on the dragonets now. He's always better when challenged.

Sraine catches her breath as the bronze charges some candidates a ways off from her. What in the world?? As Cay makes her way towards her and Hyzen, she gives a broad smile to welcome her over. "The more the merrier." Turning to Hy, she chuckles a little. "I'm sure were not loosing anything by moving about a bit." At least SHE wasn't anyways. Her feet were going singe-numb.

"Sora? SORA!!!!" That would be Siannen again, wildly bouncing once more as she tries to see, shortest of the short candidates doing her pogo stick impression. "Aieee! Congrats!!"

Frantically Awaiting Election Results Egg begins to rock, it begins to roll. Almost panicky movements goad this egg into action, causing it to roll inexorably forward. With those jerky advances, it finally rolls to a stop, ready to hatch.

Frantically Awaiting Election Results Egg bursts into a rain of tiny fragments of eggshell, revealing to the weyr Perpetualy Recounting Politician Blue Hatchling, in all his glory! A triumphant, rather sqeaky bugle from the newborn dragonet serves to announce his magnificant presence to all who haven't yet seen him. Behold, oh Weyr, the wonderful blue who has come to grace you with his presence. He's been living in the shadow of his egg far too long; it's time for him to seek out his own glory. Without hesitation, he steps into center stage.

Perpetualy Recounting Politician Blue Dragonet
Though not exactly the nicest looking of dragons, this scrawny blue looks quite certain that he's the people's choice for the ideal dragon. He's smaller than most of the other blue hatchlings, but what he lacks in size he makes up for in pompous dignity and charisma, looking for all the world as though he is the most incredible creature on Pern, and he'll stand by that opinion no matter what it takes. His long, ratlike muzzle seems to be fixed into a false, oily smile, displaying a collection, large, pointy white teeth, and unusually small eyes seem to be sunken deep into his face, giving him a sly, determined countenance. Shining, sapphire emblems of rank and prestige swirl accross his chest and down his back, glimmering proudly agaisnt his deep azure hide for all the world to see. Thin wrinkles of dark navy slither about his face, neck, and forelegs, coming to rest just above his powerful, razor tipped talons, strong enough to hold the keys of the future. Broad, bold, unshapely wings, of plain, simple blue, look like flags declaring his devotion to himself and his color to all who look upon him. As a final touch, an oleaginous sheen of transparent cerulean enshrouds the wily, nettlesome hatchling.

Stand and Deliver Bronze Dragonet remains undaunted. The candidate line has not broken--shaken, but not stirred--but he won't give way. Forward, ever forward--what's more, forward to a point with a taller candidate. His wings high, the Stand and Deliver Bronze comes riding, riding... and clattering through the sands.

Vylector blinks a little. Oh well. There're more blues - and he could do with a green too, if he /had/ too! Just not those /big/ ones, thank you very much - too much strain on his back to get up on a oversized watchwher. "And why're they taking so much time," candidate grumbles to no-one in particular, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently.

Gideon crouches more, ready for a game of jousting. His hand still in Pemeron's, though more careful now not to crush, he seems poised, ready for attack or defense. Will he be striker, dodger, defense, keeper.... He spares one glace at Pemeron and nods quickly. "Ready?" he asks quietly.

Pia, on Pemeron's other side, glances nervously at Gideon. "Ready for what?" trembles her soprano voice.

Tilarekna's eyes open again at the crack of the egg, and she gasps faintly. Oooo... Blue. Big.. and.. hmmm.. "That blue's cute... I think," puzzled? Yup.. And where's that skeery Bronze gone? Umm... Eeeek. There! Go 'way! Well, Bronzes don't Impress to girls, so she's safe..... Weaving from foot to foot, she's sore now. The heat is getting to her bit by bit.

Hyzen allows Reka to be loosed, watching her fried be seperated from her before she sidles closer to Sraine. Eeeevil bronze. Eh. Shaking her head, she tries to bury it in poor Ine's side, confused and feet-hopping. She needs a few moments of just... nothing. She doesn't even now if Caylea comes to them, so busy in trying to seemingly hide herself. Kind of like what her mother, Kwanne, had done in Ista. Meep. Like mother like daughter.

Caylea is finally there! "Okay! So, what dragon's gonna snatch you two away?" Beam! The woman glances around the sands, searching the eggs and then searching various stumbling dragonets. Oye, everyone was disappearing, and yet there were still /so/ many more. Feet dance upon the sands. Curse what ever wherry put it in her head that going barefooted was traditional. Whimper. Tat hadn't had to stay here so long!

Beads of sweat stand out on Sasha's forehead and irritably she brushes them away, as the temperature continues to rise. Why on Pern didn't she think to get a new pair of sandals? With one strap fraying slightly, the left sandle flops a little on her foot and with every footfall, a considerable amount of scorching sand slides under the arch, making her limp slightly and have to hop on the other foot to shake it out. Growling under her breath, Sasha thinks that this would be a good time to be somewhere completely different.

Snuggling In A Blanket Egg continues to lay quietly, no twiching or shaking or any such nonsense for this one. It simply remains silent, wrapped up in itself.

Sraine blinks and then grins down at Hyzen, letting her hide herself for the moment. Had she been younger, she might have done the same thing. However..she wasn't....sooooo. "Hey..who knows. Don't think they're hatched yet, if here.." she murmers with a chuckle and smile towards Cay. "Welcome aboard." To the little group that is.

Sora rises, uncurling arms from Catiminith's neck to lead the blue over the to other Weyrlings. Weyrlings. Weyrlings! Grin splits, again, as she crouches next to her -- /her/ -- lifemate. Joy.

Perpetualy Recounting Politician Blue Dragonet steps from the pitiful remnants of his shell, a new man! Or dragon. The difference is really quite inconsequential. Poised upon the podium of his wrecked home, the blue surveys the white-clad Candidates before him. Mouth is opened into a whining creel, a pledge for someone to pity him and give him exactly what it is he wants.

Stand and Deliver Bronze Dragonet does not plough straight through after all, but he slows as he approaches. He doesn't look like much this lad... Fair and lanky, but he's /prepared/. Not fleeing, not petrified, not reckless. He pulls himself up to a halt and raises his head high towards the other candidate. The challenge will be laid down... Now will it be accepted?

A pair of bloodshot eyes stare at the weyrlings. Glowering, really. Lylia's not a happy camper when there's new weyrlings afoot.

Stand and Deliver Bronze Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Gideon, and steps forward.

Pia glances sideways, eyes widening. "Gideon!" She exclaims, to caught off guard to be snippy.

Gideon's knees begin to shake suddenly as his ready stance crumbles and he falls to the sands. "His name is Nylanth!" the once-Smith shouts out for all to hear. "His name is Nylanth!" he repeats, a tear cascading down his face to sizzle on the sands as he buries his face next to his lifemate's.

Tilarekna woooos! Skeery Bronze and Gideon? Well, he deserves the colour! "Go Gideon! Well done to you!" she crows happily, squeezing Sasha's hand,

"Gideon!" Everyone! Rauve continues to let an arm linger 'round Soquilith's neck as he cheers for Impression after Impression from the 'Weyrling' section of the Sands. "Congratulations!"

Lyri ooh's. "Gid!!" See? She knew she liked that kid. "Oh, congrats." She moves over after ushering previous impressees toward the feeding area. "Nylanth, lovely. Let's get him something to eat, I know how hungry Nia was.." Boy does she ever.

Will he won't he...what is that draggie playing at....can't he make a decision? As the creature finally staggers into Gideon's arms, Sasha can be silent no longer. "Oh Yes! Yes Yes! You did it Gid!! You got one! How absolutely wonderful! He's magnificent!"

Pemeron shouts very loudly and jumps up, completely startled. He releases Gideon's hand and Pia's and claps "Gideon!" Jump, jump... yeah, the sands are hot, but his friend impressed bronze, what could be more delightful for the stablehand. "Now you get to stay." He reaches for Pia's hand again and moves away shouting "Gideon!" and then "What's his name man?"

Pyrene was watching that bronze and startles visibly. "Gid? Gid! Oh, my /shells/! It's Gid! Lis, did you see?? Gid Impressed! And Nylanth!" No need to sound so surprised?

Sraine glances up and sees the rampaging bronze has finally chosen to settle down with. "Congradulation Gids!!" Again, her congradulation call in her semi-quiet voice. Nylanth...that was a good name too! Wow!! All these great impressions! Nudging Hyzen a little, she chuckles. "Hy...look!"

Hyzen manages to hide her face from the confusion that sands were making in her mind. Nudge. "Whaaat?" comes her soft drawl as she breaths into Ine's robe. No see. Hot, her feet. Tired, her eyes. Sore, her mind. "Nylanth? Gid? Bronze? Good choice!" But still, she keeps her face from the world, breathing in the gentle scent of Ine. Mmm. Flowers? And dragons...

Playing with the Kitten Egg rocks a bit more violently, flecks of shell showering onto the sands as it rocks from side to side. A cavernous crack appears in the smooth surface as the inhabitant struggles to free itself.

Vylector shuffles, eyeing the newest rider-pair with some disdainification. "Well, you Impressivated, too, I see..." he comments. "Well, those aren't the finallest results." Beady eyes seem to interrogate the roaming dragonnies. (

Hiliza inches closer to Pemeron, and thus Gideon, and so breaks out a smile, "Congratulations!" Her voice rings cheerful as she slips closer so she doesn't feel quite so alone, and causually reaches for Pemeron's now free hand. "Hiii..." is said, softly. Let her stay, won't you?

"Gideon!" Lis warbles joyfully, applauding at the Impression of a previous candidate. "Oh, he's such a doll... and now, a bronzerider. You'd better hope Cadge doesn't go up again until - what is it, Nylanth? - can chase, eh?" An elbow waggles in the direction of Pyrene's side, as she winks broadly to the weyrwoman. "Eh? Y'know what I mean? Eh?"

Mosiah's mouth forms a tight line as he surveys the remaining dragonets. Hardly any left. "These prospects are not looking good." Wait. Where did he start believing that impressing was 'good'? Lips quirk in a lilting grin at the idea. Head shakes from side to side, "Delusional... only explanation."

Playing With The Kitten Egg shakes and jumps, a ball of yarn played by invisible claws. Hop-skipping over the sand, the ball of furry eggshell seems determined to escape the rest of the clutch - and then it comes to a halt as it explodes into eggfragments and goo. And since the cat is now away, the prize comes out to play.

Worshipping The Goddess Under The Full Moon Green Dragonet
Triskells of misty green ensnare her headknobs, tattooing mystic power into every line of this dragon's charismatic frame and scribing spirals of stillwater blue across the solidity of solemn oak. She's as lithe and sleek as smoke, this witch of the woods, with the burning strength of incense imbuing her slender limbs with sensuous and seductive curves. Zeal radiates from the glossy mistletoe that spikes her 'ridges and 'spars, while nightshade saves its dark venom for the crescents of dagger-sharp talons. But that poison is drawn by the pristinity of 'sails as white as a virgin snowfall; drawn by the soul-deep mystery that revels her dark-shadowed eyes.

A sparkling shell shudders, and cracks, revealing a delicate little blue with a star-dusted hide. He looks left, looks right, and eases out of his egg, leaving the ovid still nearly perfectly formed. Whirling eyes scan the sands, landing at last on a young girl with long blond hair. Really long. The object of his intense gaze backs up, inching towards the exit. The blue advances, walk, walk, eventually galloping towards Chancynthia. The girl stops, throws her arms around him, calling "Chancie and Mazokuth!"

Gideon kneels there for a quiet moment with his fellow soldier. "Yes, just a moment," he says softly, then stands looking at Pemeron and Pia, and nods, slowly, confidently, going so far as to slap Pem on the back. Wiping tears and sweat together on his face, he leads his bronzen beauty towards the others.

Tilarekna smiles, shaking her head . Oh, wonderful. People - her FRIENDS - Are Impressing left, right and center... And the next dragon breacks her shell... "Oh, green..." Awestruck, she stares. She can't help it. Isn't that one beeeeuuooootifal?

Pia squeezes Pem's hand comfortingly before gazing back out over the sands. Comforting? Pia? Must be something wrong.

Sasha observes in a slightly detached fashion as other eggs start to move about. "its so lovely to see people impress" she murmurs, her voice only just carrying to Reka above the noise of the chaos around them. "Oh heck...I just want this to be overwith ...just to go back to the hall and get on with life....."

Sraine chuckles once more at Hyzen and strokes the tired girl's hair with one hand. She noticed that the girl was trying to keep off her feet, as she herself was --duh. She knew Hyzen was too old for it, so she didn't bother asking if she wanted a lift off of the sands. She merely..watches. "Oh! Another green...and she's lovely." she murmers to Cay, since Hy needed her relaxing.

Tilarekna turns her head, and she leans slighlty against Sasha, a warm smile on her lips. "Enough, Sash. Just relax and enjoy," she murmurs for her friends ears only, still staring at the green Hatchling.

Caylea stands there, trotting upon the sands as her feet decide that now, and right now, they -really- want to be relieved of this burden. However, bum will disagree. No setting on the job. The healer's back, still far to ridged to look comfortable, lingers closely to Sraine and Hyzen, though somehow slightly appart. Hand continues to fidgit with bandage.

Worshipping The Goddess Under The Full Moon Green Dragonet steps regally from the fragments of shell, gazing around her hindpaws as she seems to read her future in the scattered pieces. After a few moments she raises her dainty head, near-Imperial gaze sweeping the ragged line of white-robed ones. Perhaps one will be fortunate to be chosen to attend her needs...perhaps, but which one? She begins a slow saunter down the line, minutely examining each as she passes.

Sasha's hair sticks to her face and she peels it away, pulling it off her face and neck. "I knew there was a good reason not to let my hair grow!" she declares to the candidate nearest to her who appears to be having the same problem. Hopping onto her left foot, to give her right one a rest, she winces in pain as the sand slides in again and grittily scorches its way around the sole of her vulnerable foot.

Gideon kneels at Nylanth's side with confidence as he watches those still on the sands, either those who will fight beside him, or those he'll be fighting for. His hands softly caress the bronzen head at his side.

Vylector's beady eyes swivel to the newest green. No. We don't want dragonets going green. We want them going toward HIM. We want to disregard the others, and pick HIS colors for HIM! The decision for HIM is the most important. "It hatchified," is his only comment, his eyes now flicking to the roving blue. Pick a state to stick with! An Impressificated state.

Takovic moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

Hyzen has figured something out. If she stays in one place long enough, the sands start to cool underneath her. She loves Sraine... as a big sister-type. She was there for Hyz like Kwanne was. Peeking away from Ine's robe, she manages a large smile towards Caylea before re-burying her face. Ah... the heat radiating from the sands couldn't touch the portions of here that Sraine was protecting. Siiigh. Shifting her feet just slightly, she listens and pictures the images rather than watch them and kill her poor eyes.

Snuggling In A Blanket Egg allows a slight tremble briefly before settling back again into its comfortable nitch. It's not ready to go anywhere quite yet.

Tilarekna's hair is beginning to stick to her face, and arms, and back, and.. Hmm.. maybe leaving it loose was a BAD idea. Ah well, too late now. Anyhoo, on with the Hatching.. Eyes dance as she watches and she shakes her head, wiping her brow with her free hand.

Pemeron has been staggered somewhat by the crack on the back, but continues to grin so big his face threatens to crack. "If I never get to see that again, I will never forget the look on his face." As he watches Gideon, and returns Pia's squeeze, gently. Pink hand clutching pink hand "Nylanth. Good name Gideon, good strong name, for a good strong bronze." and another smith for the weyr. Good things come from impressions, eh?

Perpetualy Recounting Politician Blue Dragonet is the best of the best! He's the creme de la creme! Everyone wants him. Especially the Candidate he chooses for his very own. They will rule together. They will triumph. And he's the man to fit the bill! Pomposity controls the dragonet's every movement as he steps forward, wings gesticulating wildly behind him as his great maw continues to open and close in that whining, pleading creel.

Tatia remains near the edge of the sands, eyes flickering toward the still-hatching eggs only rarely as the shocked smile turns into a brilliant, beaming grin. She crouches near Vespurath, one arm draped across her new life-mate.

Sraine shifts her burning feet, glancing down at Cay's and noticing she was also fairly sandal-less. "Where's your sandals?" she murmers incredulously. She didn't have them because she gave hers away. What in the world was Cay doing without hers? Hyzen is glanced at and smiled towards, but left undisturbed.

Pia flicks a lock of pink-red hair out of her eyes, motion accompanied by a big sigh. "Where's /my/ dragon?" She whispers, eyeing the sands.

Janessa is bored. "When is all this going to be over? I mean this heat is doing /awful/ things to my hair...not to mention my skin....." whine whine whine...is this all this girl is capable of? when faced with an incredible sight like this?

Hiliza wraps her fingers around Pemeron's hand, tentatively. She remains somewhat silent, calling out congratulations to those whom deserve it at the appropriate times. Mouth twitches absent mindedly into a grin, and she peers at the green, murmurming something. And then at the blue. Another something. She's just murmuring to herself, today.

Nuff's little flag goes whiskwhiskwhisk, "Yay 'Reaches!"

Everyone indeed. Everyone wants to win something. Winning is the most satisfactying experience ever. Especially to Vylector. Hanging by the seat of his mind, fairly pregnant with anticipation, his shifting feet leave dimples in the sand. He tries to stop his anticipation, his trembling fingers, his slim grin. It looks bad for a Candidate to appear...evil. But oh, what a Candidate. Selecitivate HIM to Impressificate!

Worshipping The Goddess Under The Full Moon Green Dragonet sighs deeply as she passes a cluster of boys, almost snorting as something in them doesn't entirely please her. Only one is right, the one chosen long in the past, the one she searches for even now...just as she's searched in ages past. Her slow saunter turns more purposeful as she nears another trio of Candidates, perhaps here that one will be found.

Pemeron replies quickly "It hasn't broken shell, or maybe that green there, passing by." He is starteled by another hand joining his empty one, Gideon now too busy with Nylanth. He turns and greets Hiliza "Well, I thought you were swept off already. Least we are all still here." he glances at Pia then "Pink though we may be." and he winks at her.

Hot Cocoa by the Fireplace Egg trembles slightly, not unlike the motion of a marshmallow immersed in warm liquid.

Pyrene sighs at Nuff's flag. "There's another /blue/ out there...." she points out grumpily. This is nothing to celebrate. Her eyes track the green though... "She's going to be a one when Proddy," she murmurs, eyes flicking to Lis. "A rival for Aly maybe?"

Tilarekna watches as that green creeps nearer, and Vylector is.. ell.. gaped at. "HE Impressed?" Perhaps Pia was right, there IS no accounting for Dragonic taste.. "Sash, did you SEE?" Of course, her friend should also no peek at that luvely gweenie.

Pia rolls her wide green eyes, vaguely comforted despite the horrid shade of her whole self. Pink. "Maybe," she agrees, glancing over at Hiliza in greeting.

Another egg gives up rocking, breaking in little pieces as a watery blue dragonet stumbles out and forth. Facing the wrong way, he heads for the non-white clad humans on the sand, creeling hopefully. He even heads in Pyrene's direction for a bit. Nope. No luck there, even if there is an unimpressed person or two of the right age littering the place. Rather, he swings around to fall ontop of a young miss with silvery hair that floats about uncontrollably. "Monoxideth!" screeches Dihydrogen!

Sasha clutches Reka's hand tightly....hoping so hard for her friend..."This is unbearable!!" Trying not to get her hopes up she eyes the approaching green, loving it's colouring and knowing that it is not to be....."Think of something else...what are the proceedures fro giving a physical??......"

Nuff waves her flag that much harder, trying to get the little blue bits to overcome the little black bits. "You be quiet, Pyrene. Just be thankful Cadgwitch impressed you when she did, because the way I hear tell it the blues were lining up for you. Unlike Nuff, of course, who wanted a nice little flaming blue and ended up with 'Retch."

That calm and quiet that Gideon had so wanted is now his as the rider G'deon kneels beside Nylanth, both pairs of eyes watching those on the sands. Whirling eyes watch the hatchlings, sky blue eyes on the Candidates. "Shhh... priorities," G'deon croons. "Food will come soon, Nylanth," he adds, his face beaming at the name.

Caylea continues to fidgit lightly, shaking her head as she tries to think of anything /but/ the burning sands beneath her feet.

"Soooooooo. Good day for a hatching, no?" BurnBurnBurnHOT! She glances around the sands. Is that brown heading their way? No? Or that green? What about that weird looking blue over there? Whimper. "They're everywhere!" Snicker. Poor Cay.

Lyri moves off to yet another pair, ushering them off the sands and, with a sweaty brow, looks over the sands.. gasp.

Hiliza trembles with some kind of anticipation, and then stops, seeming to scold herself, and does the silly Hot Sands Dance. "No, I'm still here.. of course I am. I couldn't leave my friends. Nope," Only if she was asked too, with a loving plead. Or maybe a demand? Hiliza grins and scrunches her nose, "I'm glad you're still here... and all.... even if it sounds selfish..." Which it could. Hiliza shrugs and looks back out at the Sands. "Everything is so amazing..."

Hot Cocoa by the Fireplace Egg twitches again. Is it time? Or does this little egg simply want to savor the warmth of the sands for some time longer? Stryations begin networking the surface, but the egg doesn't burst. Yet.

Physi-wha? What has THAT to do with this? Eeee.... Tilarekna takes a deep breath, and squeezes back as her feet start to hop again. Hot Sands you know. Just because SOME have Impressed, that doesn't mean ALL have. Backed feet, wrapped in hide.. *sigh* "Relax, girl, we've plenty of eggs left..." And Hatchlings too...

Perpetualy Recounting Politician Blue Dragonet marches ever-so-slowly, but inexorably, forward until, just outside the ring of expectant Candidates, he falters. Negotiations flicker through the dragonet's brain and he turns that triangular, blue head this way and that, sweeping through, destroying all that stand in his path. Or at least, that's what he'd like to think. Accusation after accusation whip through his sapphire mind as eyes contact with each of the Candidates before him. They won't let it just lie! Until finally, finally the whole system caves. Concession, at last. Vylector, you are to be victorious. Vylector is to hold the votes this day.

Perpetualy Recounting Politician Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Vylector, and steps forward.

Pyrene would make a snide comment at Nuff but she's too busy ducking behind the plump little weyrwoman as that little blue starts moving their way. "Just /once/," she grumbles. "Just /once/, I'd like to be on here without a blue trying to maul me." They're all out for her blood, you see. No good intentions at all.

Hyzen slowly wraps her arms as far around Sraine's waist as she can, humming a little tune before more shouts and noises greet her delicate ears. Peeking out again, she blinks several times at the light before eyeing the eggs and the still standing candidates. She doesn't move her feet now... they were rather warmer than they usually are, but not burning like each time she'd moved them. Must remember to thank Ine for the comfort she'd provided...

Worshipping The Goddess Under The Full Moon Green Dragonet's saunter becomes almost a stumbling trot before she remembers herself and slows once more. Elegant muzzle lifts ever-so-slightly to catch that elusive scent...is that? Yes! That must be the One...now....where? Each person is snuffled at and decisively discarded while the next comes into sight. The One is here somewhere and she -will- find said One.

Pemeron watches as the holder impresses the blue he has been watching out of the corner of his eye "You impressed... Vylector, good man, what's his name?" He continues to gaze as the two make one and waits to hear.

Sraine chuckles over at Caylea and nods. "Good day indeed." She needed something to take her mind off of her feet now too. Eeek. Eyes skitter about, trying to take in everything all at once. Another impression brings her out of her trance and she calls her congradulations. Hyzen's arms about her waist cause her to blink and look down. "having fun?" is the amused murmer as she shifts her own feet.

Vylector stands back, looks up, then looks down again. Indeed, final decisifications, their time included, are final. He hopes. But this surely seems final. His thin little grin broadening to almost uncharacteristic /cheer/, his dark little eyes actually turning some magnitude of bright, Vylector--V'tor--exclaims in almost childlike exuberance--"His name....He's called Recounth!" Are you SURE this is what you wanted?

Nuff heads a few steps towards the younger weyrwoman and offers to protect her with her little flag. "S'kay, Pyrene. I'll keep them away. They don't like me at n'awl.

Romantic Movie Night Egg continues to scoot across the sands, attempting to be ever-so-discreet about it. And failing miserably. Whatever would goad this egg into such 'inappropriate' movements anyway? Probably the heat of the Hatching has gotten to the dragonet's head within.

Lyri moves over toward the new pair, giving the two the normal congratulations. "I can imagine he's hungry, let's get him to the food." Grimace. "Lovely name..."

"Congratulations," calls Oren, slipping out of some trance or another to eye V'tor and Recounth. "Recounth. Hmm." A brief glance is given the pair, as the Candidate settles back into the humdum task of trying to keep oneself from cooking.

Mosiah is still here, yep, and he's still hot.. what's more, his feet are nearly on fire! "Ow." Feet are moved in turns, taking them off of the hot sands for what little reliefe that offers. "Hot."

Recounth rumbles. Lovely indeed. Lovely enough to be NEVER forgotten. Dragging his Rider-Elect with him, he heads towards WLM with a proud swagger. All fear, er respect, the new POWER in the Weyr!

Caylea glances back over towarsd Hyzen and chuckles nervously. "You know, I think that Reaches has Ista topped on the 'heat' department now. I've never sweated so much!" Was sweated a word? Did it matter at this point? Recounth? Something sounds ...sooooooooo.... cynical in that innocent little name. Eyes trail over the remaining eggs, the remaining hatchling, a small si...no, she wouldn't sigh. She was alright. Really. She didn't want one of those beasts. And that look Tat had given was just...frightening.

Taberuth spirals down from above, battered by thermals.

Taberuth escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Hot Cocoa by the Fireplace Egg shatters in a tinkling of celebratory silver bells. With white eggshards sprinkling like snow upon his head, Streets before Christmas Brown emerges, finally arriving after much anticipation, to a joyful beginning.

Streets before Christmas Brown
Oh what sweet, sweet treacle flavours his slimly elongated curves, lightening the glimmering patina of burnt pinewood; oh what bright, bright ridges carol along his snow and mistletoe back, kissing the gingerbread surface below. But it is the patterned decadence of brandy-butter that defines this rogue: toasted to perfection from the ruddy nubs that cap his head to the festive curve of that spoon-shaped tail candycane-striped with russet, his sweetly blunted snout is fairy-dusted with holly-crimson, which also reddens freckled cheeks. His chestnut hide roasts in the open air of winter's breath wings, along which a darker brown tracery gaily hunts for perfection. Smouldering embers of evening's end warm his underbelly, stretching dusky shadows except where disturbed by the rare sunburst of flames, breathing life into the whole of his enchanting body.

Isn't there an ancient saying about a red flag to a blue? Of course, Nuff's flag is most likely purple not red. "Oh, whereas they /love/ me?" she asks sarcastically. "Brainless little creatures." V'tor doesn't even get a cheer. Blues are once again out of favour with the second-youngest weyrwoman, after a brief amnesty for Sorana's sake.

Pyrene of course thinks blues are brainless. Not Nuff.

Tilarekna gasps at the sight of the brown hatchling, eyes glowing at the sight. What a darling! Yusyusyus! "Oh, cuuuuuute! What a handsome guy!" she giggles, squeezing Sasha's hand, before eyes flicker to the green. Ooo? Closer?

Sraine glances over as another dragon emerges, this time a brown. There wasn't a whole lot of those in this clutch now, was there? Or, maybe there was? She's had a hard time paying attention to it all. At Caylea's comment, the usually quiet resident laughs. "True...we get the extreme's here. hot AND cold!" she shakes her head and watches. "Wow."

Nuff thinks Nuff is brainless, but that's a whole other story.

Hyzen nods her auburned head against Sraine's side, clinging to the white robe and continuing to listen and place her own, simplier pictures with them. "Tis fun... just very, very hot and tiring. Ista didn't have this many eggs." Cay's comment is heard and glittering golden-amber optics come 'round to peer at her other, healerite friend. "Nu uh... Ista was scorching. This is just... overly hot." Yeah.

Quara thinks Nuff is brainless, but you're not going to hear her say it. Now, Pyrene....

Oren thinks Nuff and Pyrene and Quara are hot, but let's not get into that...

Snuggling In A Blanket Egg shivers almost invisibly. It's really quite comfortable where it is, and protests the movement by refusing to budge again, and returning to its previously still state.

Caylea is more then willing to be brainless, just to settle the debate :)

Pyrene can't say what she thinks Quara is. There are children about. Baby dragons.

Streets before Christmas Brown Dragonet shakes his wings with a little jingle, egg shards drifting down from them like snowflakes or tinsel. Falalalalalah, he's here! Not moving at first in his own marvel at the scene, he emits a testing trill, quivering with some delight at the sound. Oh, how exciting! Now to find a suitable partner to come caroling with him!

And not Lis? For shame...

Oh, yes, Lis definitely.

Quara will get into it after the hatching.

G'deon laughs softly to himself, then nods... to some comment. "Another brown," he comments, quite content to stay where he is. "We need more of those..." He sighs slightly, bending his scorched feet that only now begin to hurt.

Siannen is still there...just sorta spaced out as the heat of the sands adds up to a sleepy li'l candie. Head comes up though, at the sight of the brown, as well as the comments of her fellow candidates. Mouth rounds out into an 'o,' transmuted to a yawn. Oh, goodness.

Sora thinks she's still sitting here, casting rather piteous glances Pyrene-ways. Blues are brainless? Gaze goes back to the Hatching: "Oooo."

Another brown? Backstreeth peers up, his whirling absinthe eyes gazing over the lot. Wow, he's gonna have a friend, perhaps. But, y'know, just because its brown doesn't make it like him. Backstreeth's original. Is he the only one? Yeaaaah. Is he se-yeah, he is. N'sync just offers an appropriate grin. Awww. More browns. But Backstreeth's the one he wants, the one he needs.

Sasha shuffles, irritably trying to ease the discomfort in her feet.

V'tor doesn't think blues are brainless. Nonono, they're VERY smart. As we can so clearlifically testify. Recounth rumbles like the clicking of poll machines. Rr.

Nuff plants her hands on her hips, including the one with the flag in it. "Nuff got hit by an 'valanche y'know. You just watchit. We sometimes forgit what we can or cannot supposed to be not doing."

Hiliza allows her gaze to move around, not really fixing on any one thing. Fern-like eyes linger on the Hatchling of the same color, lips curving into one side of her mouth. Strangely put together robe is tugged over her free hand, and then used to wipe her brow. What? Feet continually shuffle, not that shuffling isn't to be expected, mind you. And her gaze momentarily unattaches itself from green.

Sraine beams down at Hyzen. "I don't think I've seen a clutch this large before actually." She hadn't actually been witness to many however. So...that wasn't saying a whole lot now, was it? Glancing back up to the brown, she has another one of those rare full-Sraine smiles. "It's adorable.." she murmers. The colouring was nice too.

Worshipping The Goddess Under The Full Moon Green Dragonet straightens abruptly as that scent becomes suddenly stronger. Whirling orbs turn toward a pair of girls as her stride lengthens, making a few steps into the length of a royal procession before finally stopping before Sasha....the Chosen.

Worshipping The Goddess Under The Full Moon Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Sasha, and steps forward.

Pemeron murmurs contently "Yes, brown. Very good brown. Nice color, and all that." His eyes wander over the remaining eggs, and the mass of shells on the sands. Turning once again to Pia he says "What happens to the shells? Do they get cleaned up or something? I never saw such a mess." ah... goo... eggies... shells... shards... what a mess.

Sasha gasps, stunned for a minute. This isn't supposed to happen. This isn't the plan....her apprenticeship at Healer Hall and her solid sensible ideas for the future have just been instantaneously obliterated. All of a sudden she feels unable to move, as she hears, clearly inside her mind, the voice of the green dragonet.....blotting out all outside stimulus, realising that her lifemate....(lifemate! What a concept!).... is searching for her. Sasha takes faultering, tentative steps forward....and then breaks into a little run, closing the distance between them and hurling herself against the wet body of the dragonet who claims to be hers. Flinging her arms around the still egg-moist neck, oblivious to the watching crowds, Sasha half cries, half sighs "I'm here....it's alright....I've got you.....Oh...You are /so/ perfect!" With tears sparkling in her shocked eyes, she pulls away a little from the dragonet, wanting to share her joy, crying out "Her name is Branwyth! Oh what a wonderful, wonderful name!"

Tilarekna's heart giveth a wistful squeeze as she steps aside, eyes glowing. "Told you," she whispers softly, hands flying to her mouth as she steps towards Hyzen. "CONGRATS SASHA!" She calls for all to hear.

G'deon stands up, hand still caressing Nylanth's small head. "Sasha!" he calls out, his face beaming.

Recounth seems to want to congratulate Sasha and Branwyth. But he invented Impressions. They should thank HIM.

Romantic Movie Night Egg rocks and rattles, excitement building up in it until, at its climax of shuddering, it stops completely, pausing dramatically. With that same sappy drama, a theatrically glowing rift appears, rending its surface asunder. Almost immediately thereafter, the action continues, egg shell falling away to reveal the almost perfectly poised Night At The Kabuki Theater Brown Dragonet.

Night At The Kabuki Theater Brown Dragonet
Rich, dark crimson and velvety black cherry brown swath this dragon in a smooth, lushly shadowed scarlet. The vaguest hint of copper lends a silken sheen to his hide, and flecks of rusty vermilion shimmer star-like against a glossy, near-black walnut. Delineation of his slender physique comes as a rich liver-chestnut, lighter than the rest of him by several shades. In startlingly stark contrast, his head is an ecru so pale as to appear white, and jet outlines his eyes in a slightly-slant, exotic fashion, resembling kohl all the more for showing against the bleached almond tints.

Lyri makes her way toward Sasha and new lifemate, now appearing used to the blistering heat of the sands. "Branwyth? Lovely!" Of course, she's green. "Come, let's get her to the food.."

Pia's eyes narrow, candidate evidently thinking hard. "You know," she answers, eyeing Pemeron, "I have no idea. Maybe the drudges clean it up? Or the dragons? I know that if an egg doesn't hatch, the riders take it between.... bbut otherwise?" She shrugs, gaze flicking out to the next brown. "Wow... isn't he lovely?"

Pyrene stops giving Nuff weird looks and waves frantically at Sasha. "Sash! Sash!" She remembers holding her hand once long ago moments before a wrack of gold entered her life. And now Sasha follows. "Oh, Sasha! And Branwyth!"

Tilarekna sidesteps towards Hyzen, a tear of joy for her friend escaping her eyes. "I knew it.. Silly girl, I told hr! I knew it!" She looks to Hyzen, smiling brghtly, and offers her hand again. Stand by me? Please? The new brown is noticed and oooooed appropriately.

Nuff looks around as if to find a blue to herd towards Pyrene.

Hiliza had her gaze off not long enough to miss that Impression. "Congratulations!!!!" Is called in a chipper enough tone. She's not forming attachments, so she isn't too disapointed, and she's still happy for whomever was destined for Impression, "Not very many left.." She murmurs, not displeased. Her feet could use a break. But she'll be patient. And ever so watchful.

Recounth leers at Pyrene.

R'ave continues to fling out congratulations, idly directing is new name to one fellow 'ling or another. "Congrats, Sasha!"

Sraine averts her eyes from the brown to see how the roaming green was doing..and catches it just in time as she looks to Sasha. Blinking a moment she then raises an arm and waves, giving her shouts. "Congradulations Sasha!" She then turns back..and ...oh! another brown has hatched. Oooh..and a pretty one.

Night At The Kabuki Theater Brown Dragonet emerges from his egg in a perfect pose, muzzle pointed high, and wings folded nicely to his sides. Then, putting one foot in front of the other, he paces out, gaze directed upon the Candidates.

Connecting To the World Egg gives another wriggle. Brighter now -- and faster -- as if it got a new high-speed hatching connection installed. /There/ we go. Now, webbed with silver that frays and cracks, the global little egg considers adding to the population explosion.. by one.

Oren yawns, waving at Sasha. "Congrats to you, too, Sasha.. Branwyth." The Candidate scuttles over towards a group of girls, hoping to gain their favor, or at least a hand or two to snatch while he spouts pickup lines.

Streets before Christmas Brown takes his good old time strolling along the sands, not wandering in the miscellaneous pattern of spreading frost, but following the straight lines of standing Candidates. He looks them all over thoughtfully, eyes sparkling brightly with some joy yet some longing. He's window shopping, you see. He needs to put someone on his list, the bestest ever gift you could ever find...He warbles again, for the merry joy of the sound! A gift that's a friend and a comforter and cheerful...and a good caroling partner. /Oh/ so hard to find.

"Sasha!" Sora's voice lifts from the sidelines, gleefull and happy. "Weyrling! And Branwyth...lovely name."

G'deon beams at the newest pair to join their ranks, Nylanth adding his own low bugglings. Both sets of eyes again sweep the sands. Only so many left... so many good Candidates. And "Who cleans up this mess?" G'deon finally ponders outloud.

Pemeron nods approval "Yes, both of the browns. I wondered if there would be more. Like a giant flying runner, nice highlights too." his eyes are split between the two browns. Now, who is left for them to impress to. He glances around the sand, looking at the remaining candidates, now far outnumbering the remaining eggs, hatchlings yet to break shell. He squeezes Hiliza and Pia's hands and smiles, well, still enough for some of us to impress.

Mosiah watches the browns, keeping any trace of hopefullness from his face.. well, almost. Eyes follow the dragonets even as he moves, side to side, in the candidate dance.

Tilarekna takes a breathe, wiping at the tear happily, before staring and grinning at the warbling bronze. Oh, how lovely! He sings! The darker one is noted and oogled - such colours! "Hyz, look! Aren't they stunning?" Swwooooooon! Is browns on parade! Yay!

Sraine nudges Hyzen gently. "Hyzen, you REALLY should see this.." All amused of course. This was so adorable! A caroling brown and one strutting his stuff --or so it seemed anyways. They really were cute. Eyes linger over to the other candidates and weyrlings and all are given broad smiles. Cherish those....she doesn't give those out THAT often. But..she's so excited, she can't help herself.

Caylea glances across the sands towards Mosiah. Well, at least she wasn't the only one still here. *shuffleshuffleshuffle* She won't admit to actually wanting him to impress. Nope. Wait a minute,...if that boy impresses then he'll be away from the healer hall! She can go home in peace! (except for that Aerrin problem. She'd work that out somehow though) Oh happy day! Wait, gotta shove a dragonet in his direction first. "Smile Mosiah, maybe they'll like that." Cay's found another purpose in her life.

Sasha can't take her hands away from the soft, almost velvety green hide. Her gaze is lost in the whirling irridescence of Branwyth's enormous eyes. As if hearing the dragon speak, again, her eyes unfocus and she nods. "I know you are hungry - it won't be long now, I promise. There will be plenty of meat for you, my love..."

Siannen the Sleepy /oooohs/ at the appearance of the next brown, eyes shining even through the fog of heat and desire for sleep. "Heeeey..." is directed to no one in particular, littlest candidate having exhausted herself (or so it would seem) in her earlier hyperactive displays. "Heeey, maan...he's...sorta shiny. Lookit...s'got coppery bits, too."

Pyrene croons happily. "oh... look at that brown. Isn't he gorgeous?" Ignorant of Nuff's ulterior motives she nudges the older woman. "See? If you just imagine him without the goo and the wrinkles...."

Hyzen finally peels herself away from Sraine, seeing Reka's hand and taking it, offering a gentle squeeze. Whee, she was flanked by loving friends again! Bright optics squint as she tries to figure out how close her images had been to what was really happening... and she hadn't been far off! Except... "Ooooh... Sraine, Rekna... they're so beautiful." Now she was glad her friends had drawn her to look away from the darkness she had been enjoying.

Snuggling In A Blanket Egg manages to hold in its shivers and shakes, and continues to lay comfortably wrapped up and settled in the warm sands. It doesn't want to move. It'd like to just stay here forever.

Nuff squinches up her face and tries to assess the puddle of hide'n wings that is the dragonet. "You sure that's a dragon?"

Amber glows, gold highlights reflecting the yellow sands, and it takes a few blinks for Tilarekna to focus on all that is happening. Happy happy day! Such handsome lads! Far finer than the ones she's seen full grown! Of course... Morath and Sevareth are NEVER to know, you know. And these two are only Hatchlings? Smiling at Hyzen, she nods. How can she not agree with those words? "Those two are... " She can't say how lovely. Who ever becomes their lifemate will be lucky. Yupyupyup. Beyond Lucky. Blessed. *Swwwooooon!* Brown dragons!

Night At The Kabuki Theater Brown Dragonet isn't strutting, he's just confident. He knows the lines written for him in the grand play of life, and he's a consummate actor. All he has to do is look through the costumes to find the one who will play the other leading role. And so he looks at the diminishing ranks of white-clad Candidates, examining each in turn.

As Hyzen moves away from her cuddling spot, Sraine shifts a little more this time, now unafraid of disturbing anyone and trying her best to protect her poor, burned feet. Owie. Catching Til and Hy's comments, she can't help but not in turn. "They're darling." she murmers, flicking back a lock of her hair she hadn't noticed before. Nervousness and excitement will do that to you. So will burning feet.

Hiliza watches the browns less enthusiatically, somehow daunted by the fact that browns grow to enormous sizes. Smaller, blue, or even smaller, green, are big but not as... so less scarey, somehow. She squeezes back at Pemeron's hand, "It's going by so fast..." Hiliza's lost track of how long she's been on the sands by now. But she's not counting and so not caring much.

Pyrene nods helpfully at Nuff. "See? He's got sugary bits... kind of like a cookie." To use words that the weyrwoman will understand.

Streets before Christmas Brown continues his prancing, seeming certainly pleased at the whole atmosphere as a young child does at that special time of year. Past a girl, a boy, two more girls...He regards all of them with that reserved wonder for the special things of such an occasion, those toys in the window. They're all wonderful. But there's only one thing he wants for his list. And he knows it. Be it one gingerbread man, one wrapped present, one candy cane....Or Candie. Eyes longing as he moves, brown suddenly emits another trill of pure joy, a carol of the bells! Ring them all, for it's that time once and only, that time that first sparks a young life! He's chosen, yes, he's unwrapped the bestest gift there ever was and the only one he'll ever want again! Fairly wriggling with joy, his forward motion stops before a pleasantly plump young woman, his wings reach out to embrace his new aquisition. Lookit! I got a Tilarekna!

Nuff looks across, eyes dancing. "Cookie? WHere", and hten back to the dragonets. "Hey! why didn't 'Reth look like a Cookie?"

Streets before Christmas Brown turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Tilarekna, and steps forward.

Connecting To the World Egg freezes again, halted, and then in a rush of shells and shards collapses into a sudden-spammed mess of wiry colors and tangled dragonet. Order begets chaos in the filigreed knots of blue and purple as the arriving creature detangles itself from the busy world of the shell, pulling itself out out /out/ into the world of light from its Egg of Shadows. Like a flame lit by the touch of magic, the dragonet curls upwards and outwards, loosening his wings and shaking one last shard from the tip of his nose.

Solstice Bonfire Blue Dragonet
O dark dark dark, blue goes into dark like the languishing flames of a winter fire; spirits dream the blue-lashed shadows of this dragonet's ephemeral hide as the mysterious clarity of twilight partners carbon in a dance that blackens the edges of his narrow spine and rounded sweep of tail. Indigo inks the artistic curves of chin and chest as if to tease the elemental fires that flicker up the tolerant, enchanted slopes of his ample rump and reach down into the misted polish of immaculate claws. So svelte, so sleek, so self-possessed beneath the spidery diadem of paper-thin sails, that one might fail to notice the wizardly whimsy dancing in the stillness of those soulful eyes.

Pyrene ohs! "Look! Reka got him!" She waves towards the candidate. "Tila, Nuff? Tilar? Rekna? That one! Maybe she'll swap him for Tiareth."

G'deon grins as yet another pair joins their band, and another hatchling takes to the sands. "Congratulations Tilarekna!" he calls out.

Tilarekna gapes... oohh... ooo.... "Chan...Chanticoth?" she echoes, eyes widening, before dropping to her knees and cradling the head to her. "Oh... you..." She's speechless...

Lyri moves over to Tilarekna, giving a congratulatory grin. "He's lovely." Yep. She's happy for them.. better them than her.. wait, it was her, only an earlier vintage. "Chaticoth? Lovely name. Come with me, you two, there's food right over here."

Nuff jabs Pyrene with her little flag and says one single word. "Blue." Neat huh?

Pemeron now clearly sees the redish brown impress to Tilarekena "Congratulations, Tilarekena." he nods in her direction and squeezes Hiliza's and Pia's hands "Nother blue. Really handsome too, don't you think?" to the girls, and listens at Tilarekena calls out her dragon's name.

Sraine glances over as Tilarekna is pulled from her group by one of the browns. "Oh..Congradulations Rek!" she murmers, not as loud this time considering she was pretty much right there. Eyes are drawn to another hatching...of a blue this time! Wow...she didn't see many of those this clutch at ALL. And then eyes rove to brown. Cute!

Recounth rumbles. Of course blues are neat. The more blues the better! The more blues, the more votes for blue! Bwee!

"Blue is nice," Sora chirps happily, gleaming at the newest hatchling. Gaze flickers, confused, then..."Tila! Chanticoth! Loooovely!" 'C' name. 'C' names are good.

Tilarekna nods, and rising, lead the lovely one, HER lifemate, HERS!! to her friends, eyes glowing.

Oh what's Hyzen to do?! Tilarekna is taken from her to join one of the beautiful little browns. But candidate will live. "Oh, Rekna, he's so perfect..." Sighing softly, she tugs gently on Sraine's hand, moving slightly away so the two have a wider space to... embrace and sing together. "Aren't they just so perfect?"

Hiliza manages yet another overly joyful, "Congratulations!! Tilarekna!!!!" And hops about a little more speedily, now. "My feet just won't adjust to the tempurature..." she bubblies idly, eyes and attention focused not on her words, but on the proceedings..

Sasha leaps up and down thrilled at the latest turn of events. "Congratulations! You did it! That brown is incredible! " she calls to Reka as she gazes into their new lifemate's eyes, with a kind of raptured awe.

Solstice Bonfire Blue Dragonet flickers out of his egg, uncoiling like fire loosened into the night. He coils himself up, gathering each dark-tainted bit, and then heads out towards the Candidates trailing his shadow behind him. He moves neither quickly, nor slowly, haltinglingly nor smooth. He simply carefully works out how best to get to where he knows he is going.

But 'S' is better. In R'ave's unbiased opinion, that is. "Congratulations, Tila!" And then it's back to simply staring at Soquilith. Apparently, R'ave believes he has yet to wake up from a very nice dream.

Oren says, "Tilarekna, honey, I knew you'd Impress!" Oren calls, trademark leer pasted onto his face for good measure. "What's his.. ah, Chanticoth! Lovely name, but not as lovely as /you/ are." Rowr."

Pyrene ouches, whether at Nuff's jab or at the blue's hatching is uncertain. She studies the other dragons instead. And winces at Oren. "I'll give you a mark that Oren Impresses some horror of a dragon," she mutters to Nuff.

Mosiah watches the impressions one by one, the mass of white clad candidates diminishing rapidly. "This doesn't look good." He repeats as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. "Not good at all."

Sraine practically BEAMS down at Hyzen as their friend impresses. "They're absolutely wonderful!" She responds in like, completely excstatic. This was all so exhilarating! Especially since her close friends were impressing!

Ilare smiles, stroking Chanticoth's head. And, yes, she's shaking! Look! Me! Oh my! "I'm not Tilarekna anymore," she grins, straightening. "I am Ilare." New dragon, new life, new name.

Tatia lifts her gaze a bit, eyes flashing around the newly-gathering group of weyrlings with a glow. "Shush, dear," she murmurs absently, flickering down to lock eyes with Vespurath again. "Soon. Promise."

N'sync has a new brownriding buddy. Go him? Tilarekna gets a quiet little leer as the two move in sync in a small circle at the edge of the sands. Practicing, really. They're gotta perfect their moves, this pair. It's a dance that you'll never forget. Once it's over, the beat lingers within those feet, causing them to tap without cause.

Caylea's feat tap upon the sand now, but only with far more fever then words could suggest. She's burning alive! It's hot out here. But hot was good right? Except when you were in the epicenter of a volcano. Or so it feels. Whine. "Tilar??" She cals out, suddenly surprised to see that her friend..friend? Has impressed. "Oh my..."

Solstice Bonfire Blue Dragonet glances once, over towards Nuff'n Pyrene, and then turns back towards the Candidates. Passion moves him, hunger drives him, and a need greater than any other demands he reach the missing puzzle piece of his soul. Its a corner peice too y'know. Its Important -- Wings fall loose, naturally forming him into some origami-esque crane. He's sooo purdy.

Snuggling In A Blanket Egg has trouble remaining still. Egg begins to shiver steadily, although only slightly. It doesn't want to leave it's warm, comfortable nitch. But shivers continue, increasing slowly.

Night At The Kabuki Theater Brown Dragonet inscribes bold, outspoken, yet at the same time gentle strokes in the canvas of the sand with his tail. Drifting on light feet like a dancing cherry blossom, the dragonet lilts with exuberant grace between the remaining Candidates. One is sure to be worthy. One is sure to have the depth and stroke of character that he strives for.

Hiliza tilts her head somewhat, nodding, "Sora was right.. blue is pretty... That last egg..." She trails off, mouth pursing and then spreading into one of her signature smiles.. and then she continues, "I wonder why it's so slow? Maybe it wansta be last? I was last... of my full siblings, anyway," And thus, Hiliza is back to the babbling about silly irrelevant things.

Siannen searches the sands for someone....to babble to. She's sleepy, she's inane, gotta love it. Oren is ranged toward, though her comments seem more like asides to a nonexistant captive audience. "Jays, man, that li'l brown out there..." Though trails off as she shakes her head, bronzen hair shaking down to obscure blue and gold flecked blue gaze. Niiice...

Hyzen clings to the one hand she has left: Sraine's. Cay would be welcomed if she'd come near enough to be called out to with comfort. Oh, oh, oh. She'd moved! Her -feet-! Grinding her small teeth together, never the less, she keeps her eyes locked totally upon the remaining eggs and hatchlings. When would the eggs hatch finally and when would the babies choose their loves?

Sraine is glad that things have settled down a bit. Now her eyes can focus and she can come out of her simpleton like state. Phew. It was all so exciting, and she couldn't help but give Hyzen another squeeze of the hand while she was at it! It was so....WOW! Brown is watched and chuckled at, merely because he was so...faboo? Yes. Faboo. The blue was nice too, but the brown's colouring was just catching her eye. Very perty. Reaching up and swiping some hair out of her face, she beams down at Hyzen. "The suspense is killing, isn't it?"

Nuff waves her little flag up over Pyrene's head -- here, over here!

G'deon and Nylanth continue to watch the sands carefully. "They've not given up the fight yet," G'deon says to his lifemate, also focused on the sands. "Not the most efficient process mind you, but it works rather well," the weyrling adds, at the last, crooning to his mate.

Caylea glances across the sands again, shaking her head. Numbers are growing smaller. But this doesn't bother her. No, not one bit. She can't let herself think about it. Gotta stick to that journeyman project. Going to be a master one day. but was that truely what she wanted? (and while Cay continues her major soulsearching O.o, ) Feet kick at the sand idly. Bad sand. Hot sand. She wanted warm, not hot. Why did Reaches go so far to the extremes on weather? Hyzen is glanced out and she chuckles. "Comfortable?"

"The little brown?" Oren questions, eyeing the dragonet criticizingly. "You like that one?" He'd promise to get it for her but for two things. One, his sad, pathetic inability to do so, and two, his great fear of a certain Healer's wrath. Well, not great fear, but the fear is there. "Yah, it's nice, real nice."

Mosiah moves from side to side, his feet now rather warm inside their not so protective sandals. "How many left?" He asks, of no one in particular. "Colors?" Hey, he's having a hard enough time just standing there.

Recounth==Killing Suspence. When WILL it end?

Pyrene is blithe and trusting and hasn't noticed Nuff's flag. Nuffie'd never do anything like that to her. Her eyes range away from the blue and instead follow the brown. "He's not so sugary but I think he has potential." Browns are important.

Solstice Bonfire Blue Dragonet continues, un-allured by Nuff's little flag or anything that has already been claimed. If it had not taken him so long to get out of his egg, he would have been there already. A step. Another. Silver-touched paws sinking into the Sand with every careful step. And still his shadow follows, puppeted behind him in the curl and flap of unknowing wings. Forwards -- onwards -- he Knows to whom he goes.

Ilare can't believe it... Chanticoth! Her eyes unfocus as he crooooons to her, and she smiles widely. "Food? Oh, I'll find you food soon, my darling...Oh, you're wonderful.." Eyes sting with tears, and a hand is extended to Sasha. "Can you believe it?" *swoooon* Minemine, oh we ARE together...

Night At The Kabuki Theater Brown Dragonet continues his bold and stately way down the crackling surface of the sands, ignoring the material that he is forced to work with. A true artist can work with anything and everything. Lilting steps continue the stately brown on his way, carrying him through the intricately silken dances toward that which he seeks - the meaning of his very existence, captured in the vessel of but one person. One person which will forever alter the flow of his lines, the strokes of his own character. Where?

Nuff keeps the little flag-waving up, even as the blue heads directly for the largest group of Candidates. "Go Reaches!", she says hppily and ducks as Ysbryth's head swings down her way. "Hey, stink breath. I'm behaving. YOu tell Areiah that, you hear?"

Maybe the Solstice Blue will be allured by N'sync? He seems to allure a lot of people, of both genders.. Whoops! There's s'more underthings! S'more's, of course. That's one scary greenrider... The newly made brownrider leers slightly at the blue, before getting an impatient growl from Backstreeth. Oops. He'd never forget his true love, of course. Backstreeth's the shape of his heart.

Sasha is as emotional as Ilare..."Oh wow! I just can't believe it! i never thought it was going to happen...I'd really convinced myself....He's lovely Rek...I mean Ilare!!"

Pemeron overhears Gideon and says "Efficient is good, but sometimes the most effective solution is not efficient. To be efficient and effective is quite the challenge, for even the best of us. I know what I will be doing if I do not impress, and what I will be doing when the next clutch comes." he winks at his friend and turns back to watch the brown and blue, splitting his attention and giving the girls another squeeze.

Snuggling In A Blanket Egg can't hold it in anymore. The shivers and shakes over come it, and the egg starts to rock and crack.

Snuggling In A Blanket Egg lays still for a moment as thin, almost invisible cracks begin to appear along its warmly colored shell. Cracks widen, darkening as the lengths of the blanket unfold. Bits of shell drop off in pieces, unwrapping the dragonet held inside, and for one long moment, a tiny nose of midsummer green can be seen before the remnants of the egg fall away, revealing Shakespeare In The Park Green Dragonet.

Shakespeare In The Park Green Dragonet
Over hill, over dale, through bush, through brier; over park, over pale, through flood, through fire: midsummer green wanders everywhere, swifter than a moon's sphere to illuminate the mercurial elegance of this fey green. Emerald shadows dapple her dreamy hide, kissing the curvy sweep of her rump and tail, and freckling her underbelly with elven gold, while foxfire spins its tricksy fancies in amongst the thicket of her crafty 'ridges. Like love, every shift in hue from pixie's head to laughing tailtip savours the effervescence of her puckish frame, and creeps down to hide in the acorn cups of her earthy paws. Moonlight tangles in the wild forests of her wingsails, even as tomfoolery spangles the starlight sheen of her whirling eyes.

Is that a flicker of blue? Naaaaah. Caylea continues tromping on the sands, scrubbing at her bandage in agitation. It was all Tat's fault for some reason. She just /knows/ it. That woman left her all alone in the col...heat! Hand reaches up to scrub at flaming neon redish..pink...stubble d...frizzy hair and she glances about. Ooo. Blue. and green. And brown. Reaches new flag?

Siannen uhhhh-huuuhs at Oren, shifting closer yet again. "Oren, whoever he is...I mean, whoever gets him...they're gonna be sooooooo lucky, you know?" Littlest candidate squirms in anticipation of the match, to see who she gets to cheer on now...."Just wish he'd find whoever it is...'cause this sand and all makes me wanna sleep."

Both rider and dragon tense as the last egg hatches, G'deon quickly watching the Candidates, Nylanth the hatchlings. "Now's the time," G'deon mutters.

Sraine is busy watching the brown when the other egg cracks. Oh! She hadn't seen it before...and it's a green! How pretty! Lovely hues too. Wow....Now that she gets to pay closer attention to all this, she can see the individual details on each dragon...they're so fantastic! Feet continue their shuffle, getting more burned and burned by the minute. Ow Ow ow ow ow ow ow...

Hyzen continues to cling tightly to Sraine as she watches, wide eyes seeming to never blind as she watches... always watches. Moving slightly behind Sraine, she peeks around the other and grins at her and Caylea. "Yes, it is. And painful too when you have to stand still or something." Head is shaken before she leans gently against Ine's side, sighing. "I'm so tired..."

Oren resists. Resists, I tell ya. Shifting to another foot, the Candidate mutters, "Yah, it's hot and heat makes you wanna sleep. Very lucky, yeah, ba-- er, Siannen. The blue's not bad, either, and that green's nice, too." Another one that he'd like if he were a dragon, yeah.

Pyrene ohs softly. "A little green... Is that the last one now?" All eggs are cracked? Most of them seem to be. Just the dragonets wandering about the sands... Pyrene leans back slightly, then remembers it's Bryth not Cadge and leans forward again. "That brown's ever so nice.." And since she hasn't mentioned the blue, he can consider himself complimented.

Hiliza is sorely tempted to hide her face in Pemeron's arm, for whatever reason. So she does. If she doesn't see the pretty dragons babies all covered with egg goop and newness, maybe they won't be there and she'll not have to worry. See, 'cause now Hiliza's worrying. One eye peeks out and looks about for the Hatchlings. So she's being silly. She draws back from Pemeron again, and tugs at her lip. "It's almost over...." /And I hate when things are over.../

Shakespeare In The Park Green Dragonet shakes one wing to free it of the remains of some egg-goo, then sits back. Whirring eyes scan the row of candidates carefully. This will all take some consideration. She's here with a purpose. A match-making purpose. And she must examine who and what she has to work with before anything can be done.

Solstice Bonfire Blue Dragonet turns again -- caught by the flicker of fog-hued eyes and short-haired Candidate. He Knows, and in that knowing is drawn towards her on those silver-swept paws as if in a dream. The distance between Blue and Candidates grows shorter until, shadows'n all, the little blue reaches a group of girls. And there he waits. Wanting.... But waiting.

Solstice Bonfire Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Caylea, and steps forward.

Chanticoth nudges, lookit! "CAYLEA!!!" A yell of joy escapes Ilare, her delight beyond all reach. "Oh, congratulations!" She's Impressed too! Wonderful!

Night At The Kabuki Theater Brown Dragonet continues his flowing dance, and yet at the same time, the pace becomes more frenzied. The attention must be on the performer, Grasshopper. With a surity of touch to the easle of the sands, the brown moves forward, his characters come to an end in one beautiful young woman. One who will complete him and inscribe the last of the circle within him. The One. /His/ One. Sraine.

Pemeron calls out "Caylea... blue!" and cheers as he watches yet another of his friends impress. With a sideways tilt he turns to Pia and whispers something to her.

Night At The Kabuki Theater Brown Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Sraine, and steps forward.

Nuff grumps, assessing the lack of more eggs and the colors left. She mutters something that sounds supprising like 'SorryCadgwithITried'.

"Caylea, Sraine! Come join the ranks" G'deon calls out, followed by a buggline screech by Nylanth. Both sets of eyes as one scan the sands again... slowly.

Lovely ladies everywhere... Both dragons /and/ riders. Backstreeth and N'sync's eyes are practically popping out.

Soquilith prods his rider gently, then points his muzzle towards his newly Impressed Clutchsibs. Hey, rider? Look. Eventually, R'ave does so, and promptly shouts: "Sraine! Caylea! /Congratulations/!" More 'lings. /Yay./

Pia's wide green eyes are slowly beginning to fill with tears -- whether it's the thought of not-impressing or having to wear a pink candie robe for the next turn, no one knows.

Hiliza burbles in joy, "Caylea!!! Sraine!!!!!" Hiliza forgets in her happiness anything perspectively unsettling. Nope, she's all beems. It must get annoying.

Can you believe it? Can you? Ilare can't, but her darling brown seems far more amused by her delighted surprise. Sraine AND Caylea? "Chanticoth! Can you believe it?" Swoon? Later, perhaps.

Sasha leaps in the air as both Caylea and Sraine impress. "Oh wow! congratulations you two!!!!"

Pyrene has sharp ears when it comes to Cadgwith's name. She breaks off her (rather forced) cheering for Caylea to eye Nuff. "What was that??" And Caylea... congratulations anyway. Now never speak to Pyrene again.

Hyzen loses more of her friends to the dragons, tears brimming in her eyes as she watches Caylea and then... gone, Sraine's gone from her! "Caylea! Sraine!" Cry. Crystalline tears flow down her cheeks as she moves quickly away from the two, hands folding behind her back. She's so very happy for them! But now... she's alone upon the sands.

Pyrene was cheering for Sraine too. Much more enthusiastically.

Nuff hides her flag behind her ample rearend and tries to whistle. Nuff can't whistle, but she tries anyways.

Shakespeare In The Park Green Dragonet gathers herself and starts off. Swift, even steps bring her out toward the candidates. Now, who shall she make a match of? They must be perfect for each other after all, or she won't have done her job correctly. Prancing just in front of the white candidate-forest, she gives each a quick look. No, no. Not that one, not that one. Miffed glances goes to the other dragonets. Pay attention to /her/, not them.

"Oh, /oooo/." Sora's happy-happy. "Sraine!"

"Sraine's happy, then," Oren tells Siannen bluntly, waving congratulations at both her and Caylea. "Congratulations, there." And then more quietly, to Siannen, "It's alright, you got me." A pause. "And, uh, Kare." Right.

Sraine blinks and glances to the other side of her...where another dragon is dragging away one of her friends. A little shocked at first, one of those Sraine-beams is send Caylea-wards. "Congradulations Cay!" But..before she can focus on anything else...a brown is all she notices. Blink...blink...and blink again. Then, that BRIGHT beaming smile comes to her face and she collapses forward off of unsandaled feet to wrap her arms around her dragon. her.. "His name is Akilth!!" she calls, all her happy emotions flooding into it. Finally standing, she heads over to where the rest of the 'lings are, glancing back at Hyzen and blowing a happy little kiss for her.

Tatia glances up, prodded by a green head to turn her gaze toward the sands. Eyes widened with an expression almost as shocked as that which Vespurath got, she swallows a squeal, instead letting out only a shouted "Cay/lea/!" that's much louder than she'd intended.

"Akilth," declares Pyrene, firmly ignoring Nuff. She'll just rise above such petty mockery. "/That/ is a good name." Unlike, say.... Sakuruth.

Lyri moves over to Sraine, giving that grin. "Congratulations, let's get your lifemate some food..." And another impression.. she's going to faint.

Quara would be offended, but she's not listening. Another blue Impressed. And it's... to someone /else/ she knows. Gave the girl a sock-puppet, in fact. "Yay!" Now, she gave Pia a puppet, too. But we won't mention that, will we?

Dropping promptly to her knees, oh ignore all that heat, Caylea stares down into the eyes of her ..love? That ebbing darkness that she never knew existed opens up to that blue flame and she just slowly shakes her head, arms flying around her...yes -HER- dragonet. "Mzadith! Mmmmzadith!" Kinda rolls of the tongue. Unashamed of the tears, weyrling continues to hold tight that tiny mass of blue. "Of course! I'm yours forever..." She purrs. Litterally. Yes, this is Cay purrring.

Eyes rest on the last green hatching for the closing act, and Nylanth nudges G'deon in then hand. "Yes, soon," the weyrling replies...

Lyri moves over to Caylea, giving the two a smile. "Congratulations, and welcome to the weyr, Mzadith. Now, let's get this little one fed."

Pemeron squeezes Hiliza and Pia's hands again, this time a bit tighter "Still that green left." now he sighs, "So many eggs, and all of us left. Well, they do need to make sure that there are enough of us to impress to." Hearing the dragon's names he smiles "Those are going to be tough to remember... Mzadith... Hard to say too." mutter, mutter, babble, babble... some how Pem just keeps talking.

Sraine beams up to Lyri, looking almost as if that huge smile of her's will never fade. This was just so...unreal! And yet....real! Wow. Brown buts her side gently and she chuckles, reaching down drape her arm about him once more... "Yes...let's get you some food Akilth." And at that she takes her place among the weyrlings.

Hiliza watches the goings on with a fuzzy edge. A what? Oh... she's tearing a little. She wipes her eyes, "Everyone is so happy... It's so nice.. I'm going to miss everyone sleeping in one room, though... all of together... having fun... doing chores," Which is what Hiliza gets to go back to, not that she minds. At least she'll be flagged down a little less often....

Hyzen sees the motions of Sraine and blushes slightly, trying to wipe the tears of joy from her eyes as she does so. "Akilth... and Mzadith... lovely." Since she has no hand to cling to, the ex-fosterling slowly does the Sand-Dance again, hands coming forwath to twist about each other as they do so. Only a few left... which would the young ones take? Would she be one or left on the sands again? Either way, she was a happy candie... and that's always a good thing.

Cayl looks up. There's another voice? Yes! Lyri? "Oh..yes..and he's so hungry!" She announces, as if that were the most important thing in the world. Ling somehow pulls herself to her feat, though far more warblely wobbly, and starts her way towards the indicated direction. And, of course, her new Shadow does the same.

One last to join them, and the green is sure taking her time.. Ah, who cares? Ilare doesn't! Chanticoth is adored, and he knows it, as she scritches his head knobs gently. Smiles, wider than any seen on her features before, are directed at Cayl and Sraine.

Siannen yawns and leans her bronzen head against Oren, almost too tired to watch the green. "What now?" she asks him, sleepy.

Shakespeare In The Park Green Dragonet trots on, down the line of candidates, searching. She pauses momentarily in front of a handsome boy. Maybe he'll do. But no, he's not right. He's got that lovely lass beside him to keep him company. And she wouldn't want to make a mistake when it came to such a serious issue. So the green continues on, still searching for the two elusive candidates to make a match of.

Sasha gently scratches the eye ridges of her beloved little green....just like she would with her firelizards....still not believeing what has happened and the new dimension this has added to her life she watches with a kind of stunned awe as the other dragonets hatch...

< High Reaches Weyr > Chanticoth senses that Dsalth purrs, and purrs and purrs. Drifting along the rumbling currents, orange, primrose and mahogany thoughts dart and tumble << So many new little ones. We will be busy now >> a musky breath curls around his voice << It will be fun >>

Oren pats Siannen awkwardly on the back. "Um, nothing much. There's sand and dragonets, but not much left of the second one."

< High Reaches Weyr > Chanticoth senses that Tiareth agrees, agrees, agrees.

Pemeron suddenly realizes he has not moved much in a while, his feet soaking in the heat of the sands without feeling it much anymore "I am so tired." he mutters to himself "And pink." he reminds himself "And I will be cleaning stables tomorrow, regardless of my color." One long sigh escapes his lips as he watches the last hatchling, the green go from boy to girl, indecisive, yet decisive.

< High Reaches Weyr > Chanticoth senses that Recounth rumbles in return. << Busy counting the hatchlings? Or welcoming them? >>

Hiliza looks up to the stands one last time, and offers up a smile, she unlaces and relaces her fingers in Pemerons, and then watches the green. "Well... whoever gets her is going to be happy..." She giggles, "But then again, so are the others...." Hiliza shrugs and wrinkles up her nose, remaining, for the most part, silent. "You don't know that, Pemmy..." She reminds him, and then is quiet again.

Siannen stretches against Oren. "M'OK," she mutters. Just tired. It's the heat from the sands y'know.

Nuff eyes the dragonets, and the Candidates. And the Pink Candidates. "Hrm. Nuffie shoulda tried that sometime."

< High Reaches Weyr > Chanticoth senses that Alymath thinks << *laughs!* >>

Pia just /slumps/, gaze focused with all the intensity in her little pink body on the green. Pem's hand is her lifeline. Poor pink Candie.

< High Reaches Weyr > Chanticoth senses that Recounth is evil. Thankyew.

Who will be wearing pink...

Mosiah is tired, and hot, and.. hot. "Well, at least it will be over soon." Head bobs in agreemnt with his own words. "It's hot in here." Did he mention that his feet were two blistered bits of charcoal?

For six /long/ months.

Pia will!

Or, at least, she will if she doesn't Impress..... ;)

Shakespeare In The Park Green Dragonet comes to a complete halt. It's her. She's spotted the first half of the perfect pair to bring together. Suddenly prancing forward, she skids to a stop, spraying sand up around her and landing in a heap atop a lonely looking girl-candidate's feet. But this one is too good to pass up, she can play match-maker later. Whirring eyes raise to take in the girl-child with the amber gaze. Her choice, the destined match for herself; Hyzen.

Pia crumples into a little pile of white and pink, right there on the sands. How's /that/ for dramatic?

Shakespeare In The Park Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted eyes toward Hyzen, and steps forward.

G'deon yawns suddenly. Yawning? At a time like this? Nylanth nudges him beratingly, which G'deon just smiles at, eyes again on the sands and the last lone green. "Who is it? You know, little one, go on..." he mutters quietly, then he suddenly stands up cheering. "Hyzen! Well done!" is shouted enthusiastically as he waves at the new pair.

Bad with pink in it.

Pyrene ohs and straightens. "Hyzen! Lovely." See? Now she's happy. A glance at those left--particularly Pia. She's /heard/ things.... "That's it... We can go now?" Party in the caverns and all....

Sasha tears her eyes away from Branwyth long enough to see Hyzen impress. "Oh Well done!!!!!"

Sraine looks up from feeding her lifemate to see something that makes her literally squeal with joy. "HYZEN!!! Congradulations!! Oh Hy! I knew it!!" Tears trickle down from her eyes as she bounds in one spot. She's so happy!! Hyzen made it!! Akilth glances over to Hyzen and cocks his head to the side, then bugling out softly towards her and her new bondmate.

Ilare gasps now, eyes delighted. "Hyzen!!" Oh, is this not wunnerful? Nonono? Oh, this is more than wonderful. Chanticoth calls over with his melodic bugle to the new green, and delight shines in Ilare's eyes. "Hyzen! Congratulations!"

"Last one, lovely," Sora murmurs to Catiminith, trailing wondering hand down a wingspar. "All-right Hyz!" Gaze flickers, sadly, to Hiliza. "Oh..." But what's done is done...they're all going home. Lyri makes her way toward Hyzen and then nods. "Congratulations!" The green and new rider are ushered toward the food. "Come, let's get her something to eat..." Or has she said that before?

With the last of the dragonets claimed as lifemates, Mosiah bows his head in affirmation, a spill of dark hair shadowing his eyes from view. A ragged swipe with his sleeve across his eyes and his adam's apple throbs as the boy is clearly wrestling with his emotions. Deep breath, two, another, then he looks up, awarding the weyrlings with a brave smile as he stumbles out of the hatching cavern with the rest of the leftovers.

Pia is a little pile of Pia. A sad, dejected little pile of Pia. A pile of Pia doomed to pinkness. Maybe she should just expire. Right here.

Slowly... oh so slowly does Hyzen sink to the sands, arms reaching out tentatively for the lovely emerald green head. "Imbriath?" Soft and so faint it was onl for her ears. "Her name is Imbriath!" Louder this time... so all can hear. Tears again, this time for herself, she strokes the soft head, seeking the eyes of each one of her friends. Standing, she slowly follows Lyri, making sure her new love was following.

And Hyzen impressed as well? However, Cayl..for that's the name she's decided on.. doesn't seem to notice at first. No, she's to busy drooling over her hatchling. That was what those wings were for! Drool shield! Finally, the headbutt of such a tiny, cute little muzzle gives her a hint. "Hyzen? She impressed? WONDERFUL!" Wait, and, "Sraine too???" Wish she could faint now. Wait, what about those who didn't impress? Who didn't impress? Mzadith announces once more that he's just terribly hungry, which distracts her once more.

Siannen wakes up a little at that. "Hyzen Impressed? Is that it now?" She peers thoughtfully around the Sands and stands there a moment, a little forlorn. "Oren? can we go find Kariel?"

Hiliza calls out, cheerfully tearful, "Hyzen!! You're the lucky last!!" The words escape her mouth and then it hits her. She doesn't get a new knot, a lifemate.... she gets an old knot... "Well, I guess there wasn't a dragon meant for any of us.. At least not yet... I don't know if there will ever be, but at least...." She voice finally falters, "At least...we got the honor of standing..." She manages a smile, even now, and stands... a bit awkwardly. Wave to the new Weyrlings, smile. That's right. Cheerful. Excessivly cheerful...

G'deon straightens his limbs slowly. "Yes, Nylanth, we can eat again," he croons to the inquiring bronze at his side.

Tyara escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.

Ilare blinks at the Pia-pile.. and, even though she's Impressed, and happy beyond all reasoning... "Pia? Hun? I expect to see you wearing that in pink for the next six months!" Mwahahha, she wooooon the dare!

N'sync is a happy little singer boy. Him and his dragon... Backstreeth and N'sync, the team no one would bet. And they're on the /prowl/. Time to believe. With a gentle touch to his dragon's headknobs, N'sync begins to wander slightly off the sands. He knows that the mama must have spent a little more time on Backstreeth.

Sraine leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.

Sora leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.

Akilth leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.

Catiminith leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.

Nuff head towards the pink puddle of Pia and nudges it with her foot. "Pst. Pia? You'll burn something."

Chanticoth rumbles gently, nudging Ilare, and all thoughts are lost in those loving swirling eyes. "Food? Yes.."

Hyzen leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.

Slippa leaves the Hatching Sands, heading for the Weyrling Barracks and a new life.

Weyrling Barracks
The large covered entryways open into two immense U-shaped caverns that stretch back deep into the rock of the cliffside. Glow baskets lining the cavern walls cast a soft light dispelling the shadows and illuminating the home of all High Reaches weyrlings. Stone couches, some smaller for the greens and blues and some, for bronzes and the occasional gold, so large they have to be climbed into, rise up to loom over the walkways of well-packed dirt. Along the walls nearest the entrances, shelves and pegs sport several sets of leathers and various books and tools needed when teaching and practicing; crates and supplies also take up residence in various nooks and crannies. Toward the back, a large, man-dug pool for use by the dragonets and their lifemates and several large containers kept full of fresh meat serve as conveniences for the busy residents of these barracks.
Snuggled in with the leather supplies and tools are Larson and Whirlwind.
Brown Akilth and blue Catiminith are here.
You see Weyrling Progress Record and Dragon Wing here. Lylia, Sraine, Sora, Hyzen, and Slippa are here.
Obvious exits:
Staff Office Bowl Couches

Sasha strides confidently in from the Sands.

On The Sands> Pia, the pink puddle doesn't react to Ilare's taunting, or to Nuff's foot nudge.

Chanticoth shuffles awkwardly in from the Sands.

N'sync walks in from the Sands.
Backstreeth shuffles awkwardly in from the Sands.

R'ave skulks broodily in from the Sands.
Soquilith shuffles awkwardly in from the Sands.

You head into Chanticoth's couch.

Chanticoth's Couch
A cozy dragon couch, if a little roomy for a new-hatched dragon.
On the perch are Bay, Kairo, and Jolinar.
Brown Chanticoth is here.

Obvious exits:
Barracks

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