12/13/2002

09:13 PM

Logfile from Briny.

 

Candidate Barracks - Monaco Weyr(#497RAFJ$)

   These two structures feature open central rooms with triple tiers of bunks lining the walls. They are joined by a small tiled deck that bridges a narrow canal. They are filling with small numbers of candidates. The men are taking the structure on the east, females are settling into the bunks in the building nearest the commons.

Contents:

Vasmar

Bella(#2726PJOXc$)

Kentell

Lucian(#2118POVXcw)

El'ric

Rhhomi

Bella's Storage Trunk

Chanteur

Nytasha

Weaver Display Exhibit

Firelizard Perch(#841MOVae$)

Nightsky

Obvious exits:

Commons 

 

"That bet ont he seacrafter girl is just far too easy. She's bound to cry." Rhhomi's assessment of the situation is based on very little knowledge, but she sounds confident. "Harper boy, the one with the blonde hair. He's the one for wetting himself. Jumps at the slightest little thing, he's not going to make it dry." She smiles to Bella, nodding. "Glad you're not leaving, been through too much. And yeah, betting on maulings isn't fun, but it's accurate. It does happen."

 

Kentell walks over to his cot and removes his robe from the press. Unfolding it he holds the white fabric up to his chest giving it one more good look-over.

 

Chanteur is no longer listening.

 

Aldrean nods in agreement. "That would be a nasty thing to bet on. I don't think anyone is going to get mauled...although I think a few candidates wetting themselves might be acurate!"

Kentell looks back over at Vasmar. "Well? Are there any bets on me?" he asks again, eyes curious.

 

Vasmar marks down Kentell's bets with a neat little flurish from the stylus he withdraws from his pocket. "There, now you're stuck with it." He winks at Ken and then flips the pages back a few more. "Uumm, no one is marked down for that Ken--do you want to place a bet? Seems a bit of bad luck to me."

 

Briny slips in from the hallway, looking a little damp around the edges, and wrapped in a towel. Ahhh, nothing like a bit of a relaxing bath to work the kinks out of the muscles. "Still got my bet for brown first?" she quips to Vasmar at hearing the vein of the conversaion, passing on towards her cot.

 

Kentell pokes at his robe a few more times, giving it a dirty look. Aldrean props himself up on one elbow and calls out. "Hey, Vasmar put me down for Bronze hatching first!" the grinning candidate calls out.

 

Rhhomi grins at Kentell, and simply asks, "Something you're likely to do? Screaming I mean."

Bella sees other candidates pulling out their robes and placing bets on each other "Do you think the hatching is so close that we should start getting our robes out?" She is a bit sceptical about it, but follows Kentell's example all the same. Moving down to her trunk, she waves off th two little firelizards and then pulls the robe out. It wasn't stored very neatly and has a few creased wrinkles.

 

Vasmar flips pages back and grins to Rhhomi, "so, you're down for the harper boy? La....Laison or something like that right?" He's looking down his list, lowering his voice just slightly. "Got you for that brown Briny. Any other bets you'd like to make? Nothing is too small--even a 1/16 mark." He ohs at Kentell and smiles, "I think you're on the 'cry' if you impress list Ken. Don't feel bad--someone marked me for that too." As he speaks he makes the mark in his book. He doesn't seem at all concerned about fussing over his robe yet.

 

Kentell stops pokeing the robe on his cot and turns to look at Rhhomi. Raiseing one eyebrow he grins. "After all that talk about running around nude after a hatchling pulls your robe off, or getting mauled? Most definately something I am thinking about doing about now!" He glances at Bella "I was just checking the hems on mine, but it can't hurt to have yours ready Bella, alot of people think the hatching will be today."

 

"Laison, yeah him. The blonde one. Looks like a limp noodle." Rhhomi can be so nice at times. She grins to Kentell and then calls over to Vasmar. "Put me down for Bella crying if she impresses." A glance back to Bella. "No offence."

 

Kentell flashes Vasmar an incredulous look! "Cry?" he glowers muttering, then brightens up. "Well, as long as your on that list to I guess it's ok!" he grins evil-like at Vasmar.

Briny flickers a glance askance to Kentell at his words. "Ohhhhh, do mention that. I know for sure I'm going to be snatched robeless and left with my entrails all over the sands." Such a pretty picture. She is still rather sure she is going to get sick before she has to go out there. The girl drops down on her cot, tucking the towel a little closer about her body as she goes about towel-rubbing her hair. And then she hears the word, "What? Today?" Oh my, did someone turn a little green? "Not today, right?"

 

Orilee ambles in from the wide green commons outside.

Orilee has arrived.

 

Vasmar spins his stylus, "I need amounts here." He looks over the top of his document and grins at Briny's concern, "oh, come now, brace up. I'm sure it's only a drill."

 

Bella smirks to Rhommi "You bet on me to cry huh? Hmmm. I'll have to try and make sure that you don't get your marks back for that one. And no offense taken." She gives a little wink and look to Vasmar "Put me down for Rhommi wetting herself on the sands." Her glances goes back to Rhommi "No offense of coarse." Bella snickers softly.

 

Bella says "Hmm. I can afford to lose one mark I think.""

 

Rhhomi laughs, "Oh none taken. I'll just make sure I go before hand." She winks over at Bella to confirm the 'no offence', then looks over to Vasmar. "Half-mark on each of mine. I can afford that."

 

Vasmar makes neat little notes and swats at Larze who tries to look over his shoulder. "Go on...."

 

Briny blinks up at the betting taking place, or more particularly the kinds of bets being passed. Crying? Wetting one's self? Ohhhh, my. A giggle is stifled as she pulls the towel from her hair, tresses just moderately damp now. A tongue is stuck out at Vasmar though, "Drill? Drill? What'd I miss?" They are in a drill? Oh boy.

 

Kentell grins at Vasmar. "Hey, thats more money for you!" Ken then opens his mouth to reply to Briny's questions. "Well, yes many think it will be today..."

 

El'ric comes into the barracks at a run, pausing only when he gets to the door and shouts out "Right you lot in pairs onto the sands now!"

 

Rhhomi eeeps, she really eeps. "Now?" Robe is hastily thrown on, clothes being removed as she goes, and for once not caring who sees if they see anything.

 

"Can't you hear the thrumming of the dragons?" Orilee steps in just behind El'ric, scanning eyes across the room. "It's nearly vibrating the walls, I'd think you'd be able to -tell-!" She's stressed it seems, and her only volume of voice is -loud-. "Everyone! Robes on! Out!"

 

Bella jumps at the shout from El'ric and rushes over to the curtained off area to change into erh robe. Her clothes go flying off and soon she steps out and moves to her cot to get her sandals, which she stomps and wiggles into before slipping into the line of candidates. She peeks around to see if anyone else has a sidden case of nerves.

 

Kentell snaches his robe back up off his cot, strips and tries to pull the thing on.

 

Kentell has left.

 

Briny peeps owlishly at El'ric. "What'd he say?" Lost look is cast at the others, because he clearly didn't say what she thought he said. Nope. Well, maybe the flurry of action and the fluttering of robes might be a hint. "Ohhhh, no. Nonononono." But, somehow robe is being tossed over her head, rope about her waist to bring it close to her body, sandals on her feet -and all without her really knowing this is happening. "I'm going to be sick," she murmurs, hand covering over her mouth. You know, just in case. She manages to make it to her feet as well, toddling after the others.

 

 

Nytasha has left.

Bella has left.

 

Rhhomi snatches hold of Bella's hand; partially to keep track of her bet, partially for comfort. "Come on."

 

Vasmar has left.

Rhhomi has left.

 

You take the secret exit to the hatching sands.

Hatching Sands - Monaco Weyr(#1150RFJMZa$)

The darkening ebon of the basalt sands floors this massive chamber. Despite the cavern's size, the entire chamber is uncharacteristically warm for a subterranean space. The reason for that warmth is apparent to any who venture forth onto the sands - they are warmer than the chamber's air, perhaps even 'hot'. What causes this phenomenon is not apparent to casual observation, but the resulting effect is one of sands ideal for draconic nesting. Two small openings lead off the Sands into the cliffs.

Contents:

Rhhomi

Vasmar

Bella(#2726PJOXc$)

Nytasha

Kentell

T'gan

Eliwys

Leyrith(#208OVaepqs$)

Coluth

Mound of Eggs

Obvious exits:

Tunnel 

 

Eliwys lowers her voice, so that it doesn't carry too far, "It keeps her mind off the other things. She's so busy with the eggs, she forgets them. They're secondary at this point, which is a good thing!"

 

A sharp rock shakes the Plant in a Cup Egg. Then another. With a mighty heave the shell flies open spilling a large and obviously upset brown onto the sands. With an ear splitting squawk he unpeels his wings from where they're glued to his back and totters forwards -- his croons becoming more insistent and his pace increasing as he makes for a small ex weaver who calls out "Saurath" and runs forwards to meet him.

 

Kentell winces as the hot air hits him full in the face. Makeing his way out onto the sands Ken bows to the sire and dam of the clutch before picking a spot and standing still.

 

Rhhomi moves quickly onto the sands, dragging Bella along behind her by the hand. A quick bow to Leyrith and Coluth and she moves as far away from both as possible, forming one end of the candidate semi-circle.

 

Eliwys blinks, watching the brown run free and Impress, "Now, that, that was quick!"

 

Kentell turns to make a face at Vasmar.

 

Orilee has arrived.

 

It's hard to miss the Dish Soap egg when it begins to bounce across the sand. Each jump leaves another little whole in it's apple green surface until finally one last hard bounce cracks the egg wide revealing an amber and green hatchling. A lovely mix of golden and green hues, this little lady draws all eyes at first. The fanning of her wings catching and reflecting light as she makes no bones about her path straight towards a black haired Weyr girl. The young woman gasps and says softly, "Oh, Maliath, you're stunning!"

 

T'gan'd been distracted enough to miss that first Impression, but a small smile touches his lips when he watches the new pair guided off to the barracks. "Saurath. Nice name, that."

 

Lucian has arrived.

El'ric has arrived.

 

Giggling starts up in the middle of the semi-circle, a couple of girls obviously having found something funny enough that they cannot control themselves. A glare and a nudge from a candidate to the side of them makes them fall silent -- though they turn a little away from each other to minimise the changes of it starting again.

 

Vasmar strides out onto the sands, making a face right back at Kentell with a laugh, "Well, Briny guessed that one...." he murmurs, making to the girl's side where Nytasha is also standing and wedges himself there after a silted bow to sire and dam.

 

Briny is stumbling out onto the sands, being tugged along by this person, pushed by that one. Somehow or another, she makes her way out there, the heat of the area definitely not helping her roiling tummy any -already a bit flushed with nerves. "Are you... Do we really... Could I please- Fardles." She doesn't even notice that the first dragon is indeed a brown, making her the winner of the bet.

 

Bella is dragged onto the sands beind Rhhomi so quickly that she nearly stumbles. Managing to keep her feet under her. She acknowledges the brroding parents and does not object when Rhhomi drags her along putting much distance between herself and the irritated quen. Hearing ehr name, she glances around and gives a quick wave to the gallery and smiles. Though her lapse in attention is short as two loud cracks and young hatchlings stumbling about and impressing get her attention quick enough.

 

Kentell reaches out to grab the arm of any candidate next to him. "This is going fast!" he looks around with very wide eyes and offers El'ric a weak wave.

 

It's almost disconcerting when the Mystery Mold Egg seems to bulge and move in odd ways. It's occupant shoving at grey green egg until a sharp whipcrack of sound sends irregular shards of shell everywhere. Standing on all fours with his wings spread the little frosted blue hatchling left behind is no nonsense. He looks left, then right, then marches directly up to a young healer lad. With a loud brassy demand deafening him it's surprising when the young man grins and replies, "Yes, there is definitely food here, Ravith, I promise"

 

El'ric comes trailing out onto the sands at the back of the line herding the straggling or just plain reluctanct candidates into thier robes and onto the sands.

 

Nytasha smiles as she's joined by Vasmar and across to Briny she offers the same smile, looking calm--though who can say what nerves might be jumbling around inside. "How many so far? Oh, that blue!"

 

A twitch or two brings attention to the Cold Letters Egg as it stirs. A shudder then a sharp crack cleanly breaks this egg in half revealing a shimmering spring green hatchling. At first the little occupant just sits there then her eyes get wide as she realizes she's no longer in her egg. With a sudden dart of movement she closes the gap between herself and the candidates, then it becomes apparent stopping won't be so easy. Candidates rush out of the way, all save for one transfixed young holder girl who is bowled over and ends up on her back gazing up at the distraught hatchling's eyes. She smiles after she gets her breath back and reaches up to stroke the creature's head, "No, Sivalanth, I'm ok.. but you're going to have to get off my chest first" The little green moves aside and the girl slowly gets to her feet looking none the worse for wear.

 

Rhhomi blinks, having missed the hatching of the brown, but she does catch the blue, and then the green. "Would you look at the talons on /that/ one! She's gonna..." she pauses as the knocked down girl impresses and seems to be alright. "Maybe next one."

 

T'gan asides to Eliwys, when his own survey of the sands brings him close enough, "This a relief to you?"

 

Kentell shoots a look over Rhhomi's way, his eyes wide.

 

Eliwys chuckles, "Oddly enough" she remarks, "A big one". A wary glance though is kept on Leyrith, who had been scooping sand on top of the Cold Letters Egg when it burst. She hrmfs at that, and looks for another than needs her dubious care. On sand goes. Off it comes. On it goes..

 

Simply Vanilla Egg wriggles, shivering in an unseen cold spot on the sands, it's white frosting sparkling ominously in the light.

 

Blue and white flecks suddenly become riddled with cracks as the Washing Automatic egg flops from one side to the other. The movements fitful as the occupant struggles to make its escape. The egg finally bulges then cracks then one side gives way and sends a azure blue hatchling tumbling out of it's recesses. The little fellow takes quite some time to untangle his gangly legs and wings. He fans his wings as he begins to advance on the candidates searching them for a suitable lifemate. It is no surprise that the fidgety blonde haired seacrafter ends up as his destination. Both shift from foot to foot before the boy's shock becomes joy and he says, "Yes, Klioth, of course we can eat!"

 

The Glass Bric-a-Brac Egg's movement had been very slow up till now, it's rocking increasing violently until it rolls down a little hill, away from the rest of the eggs and sits on it's own for a moment. Though it seems completely still the grey lines that cross it darken, and a talon punches though, soon followed by an entire blue leg, and eventually the full, gangly, hatchling. With barely a moment to get his bearings he's on his feet and off, barrelling towards the line of white and with a trip, thump lands creeling at the feet of an ex-Istan Guard who will forever more be known as M'nik.

 

Bella nods to Rhhomi and winces as one of the other girls get's bowled over. She shifts her feet on the hot sand, starting the time honored candidate dance. "Ohhh. Isn't she pretty." It is more of a statement thatn a question. The eggs seem to be wasting no time cracking and her head flies back and forth as she makes ready to didge if need be.

 

Briny stares it awe. Its chaos. Pure chaos. Candidates are getting taken down left and right. The sheer horror of it all! Hand manages to break away from her side, fingers groping 'til they enfold in the fabric of Nytasha's robe. "This is crazy." One hand remains over her mouth, causing those words to mumble slightly.

 

Kentell tugs on his robe a bit, not paying attention to what his hands are doing. "So fast" he mumbles to the candidate next to him. "This is going so fast!"

 

Pungent Shrouded Bulb Egg shivers and shakes as if caught in it's own personal snow storm, slivers of shell sloughing off and coating the sands. One more shudder shatters the egg and a tiny lamp bronze hatchling blinks in the light, creeling plaintively as he looks around. A cautious, and unsteady series of steps takes him towards the candidates and he butts against the knees of a teary eyed boy from Keroon. Though the boy's whispering of the name is barely audible it's obvious that Impression has occurred.

 

Nytasha shoots Rhhomi an outraged look but quickly schools her features, hands balling up into her robes. This action ends quickly as more eggs start rocking and teetering around. "You'll be just fine!" She assures Briny with a smile.

 

One sharp flop to the side is all the warning the Peachy Liqueur Egg gives before cracks race along its length. It seems to bulge for a moment then icy blue limbs appear through the egg's surface. One more shove and eggshells go everywhere leaving a bewildered little blue behind. He seems indecisive at first until one of the local Weyr girls finds herself confronted with a very demanding little fellow. The girl laughs and nods, "Yes Vivoth, we can get to the food immediately!"

 

For reasons best known to the occupant of the Bunch O Grapes Egg it decides that now is it's time and nothing is going to stop it. Violent rocking and twitching bores it a little further into the sands before it splits, egg shell flying in every direction as the burly bronze within stands up. With remarkable ease for one so newly hatched he makes his way down over the sands, pausing once or twice to scent the air and then choosing almost immediately. Larze now La'e, drops to his knees and, in a voice to make any harper proud, cries, "His name is Azeroth!"

 

Greased Grill Pan Egg shakes briefly, though firmly. This egg is fortified, a grill-like barrier seeming to surround and prevent easy movement. Only the greasy film that surrounds in sludge seems to take any note at all in the movement. Whatever is inside will need more than a light shove to escape the confines. That is, if it wants to escape.

 

Without warning, even the slightest wiggle, two eggs split -- the Demands for Food Egg and Bottle Opener Egg unceremoniously spilling a green and a blue onto the sands. Both hatchlings make for the same small cluster of candidates, bumping into each other as they go, each determined to be the first. The green wins out, bumping her nose into the legs of a small boy from High Reaches just moments before the blue claims the ex-healer Jayne to the left of him.

 

Simply Vanilla Egg seems to move - the colours in it's shell mixing, blending together into a sparkling honey-kissed, buttery mix, as the lifeform inside struggles to break out of it's freezing prison.

 

Rhhomi keeps her eyes moving, taking in as much as possible, except for the strange looks shes getting; to those she seems oblivious. "Lookit that egg fly!" she finally bursts out, unable to contain her enthusiasm for the spectacular.

 

Vasmar's smile is just as certain as Nytasha's as he takes Briny's other hand and gives it a squeeze. "Ah! should have known he'd cry like that." He chuckles, "well, there's..." he breaks off and bobs up and down on his toes. "Woohoo! Larze! You old criminal! And here he was mad at /me/ for the firelizard! Woohoo!!" he dances in place, "And I get myself a whole lot of marks for /that/!"

 

A blonde candidate lets out a squeal and suddenly panics as the candidate beside her impresses. The reality of the situation sinks in and she moves, very slowly, along the line, pushing in between a couple of other candidates and paying far more attention than she had been previously.

 

Greased Grill Pan Egg shakes again, though this time it nearly rolls upon its side. A violent shudder again rocks, the one inside obviously having made up its mind in the matter of wanting freedom. Again the sludge slides slightly, but the grill-barrier is put to its final test-- in hopes upon hopes the thing inside shoves, but it has yet to budge itself from its prison.

 

A dark haired girl who has been staring at her favorite Baker's Delight Egg throughout the hatching suddenly breaks into a grin as it splits and spills out its brown occupant. She starts forwards expectantly, but the hatchling moves off in another direction and as he chooses a tall, skinny lad from Paradise River she steps back, calling out a disappointed congratulations.

 

(I was briefly disconnected. Damn ISP)

 

*Twitch** **twitch** is just the start of what Crushed Red Pepper Egg has in mind. The hatchling that's housed inside this too hot to handle egg, has definitely decided now's the time to get out. One last jump, bump and twitch and Crushed Red Pepper Egg dissolves into a crumbled heap of shards leaving a large bronze sitting in its remains. This one isn't going to sit around, after swinging his head this way and that to look at the white robed candidates he's off. Charging across that sands as well as he can, he suddenly stumbles into Aldrean. The energetic boy can only stand there and gape "Doranth....Yes I know I shall have to learn to be still." the bond is made and A'rean and his bronzen lifemate leave the sands.

 

Briny blinks as finally the words of the other candidates seem to make their way beyond her rather self-absorbed consciousness. Cry? "Oh. Larze impressed?" Imagine that. Clutched hand is squeeze back as the girl straightens a little.

 

Nytasha laughs, "Vasmar, that just means that you might win back some of the marks he's been taking from you the whole time he's been a candidate." She looks at Briny at her side without comment and then jerks her head in the direction of a candidate turn-weyrling right beside her. "Shards!"

 

     A quiver, and then another - the slender needles that frost the tip of

     the Simply Vanilla Egg widen into green vines that curl around the base,

     until there is no discerning where the shell ends and the dragonet that

     is trying to push free, begins. When all is said and done, the Arabesque

     Confectionary Green Hatchling stands amid the creamy remnants, carefully

     contemplating her first direction in life.

 

Kentell bends down and grabs a handfull of hot sand, standing back up he slowly lets the sand trickle through his fingers, the act calming him down a bit. When that handfull is gone he gathers a new handfull, and does it again.

 

 

             ---*** Arabesque Confectionary Green Hatchling ***---           

 

Misty light creeps in diaphanous tendrils as etherealness is granted solidity in an epitome of feminine beauty - declaring itself in the hide of this agate green hatchling. Across her flanks the tincture deepens, almost imperceptibly, subtle striations of olive overlying the feathery touches of pale, opalescent green. Her muzzle is washed with a rich aqua that sweeps upward from her chest and trickles down her neck to stain the tip of each neckridge, a lake in which no reflection is mirrored. Dusky malachite swirls down the curve of her belly where here and there darker pinpoints are noticeable, faintly reminiscent of fruit seeds, culminating in dainty feet tipped with ivory talons that accent her verditure. Pinions are flecked with barely perceptible motes of gilt, while wingsails of translucent jade stretch taut within this framework.

 

Eliwys curls a tendril of hair around on her finger, watching the hatchlings make their way free, and find their life partners. She grins as another hatches, watching it curiously.

 

Living up to its name, the Kitchen Knife Egg, only a sudden loud crack and shower of shells give warning to its occupant's arrival. The chartreuse green left behind, however, immediately gives loud and quite unharmonious voice to her entrance into the world. She shakes off the shells and begins to waddle with a singular lack of grace towards the candidates. Several candidates seem to be her goal until finally her erratic path ends with her sitting on her haunches in front of a shy young sea crafter. The lad blinks then grins widely, "Yes, things do look more clear with time, Hewith, I promise!"

 

Vasmar doesn't know what to give his full attention to! Briny? La'e and his new lifemate? The green that just hatched and hasn't rushed for a candidate? Or the scattering, shattering, charging hatchlings running around? Each of these he glances at in turn and fixes his gaze on the hatchlings--to be safe!

 

Bella chuckles nervously as she shifts her stance on the sands. "Yea. I suppose it is fun. Til someone get's mauled at least." Keeping her gaze drifting quickly across the sands, she watches as more and more young dragonettes spill from their shells.

 

A bounce and a crack sends the Abstract Symbols egg end over end until it finally shatters into a shower of shells! The deep sea green hatchling then continues to tumble end over end until she lands with a wail of protest on her haunches. Slowly untangling herself she gazes about her in wonder. One or two wobbly steps are followed by an erratic gallop towards the candidates ending in a slide and halt before an blonde haired holder who breaks into a brilliant smile. Bartho, now B'tho, leans down and softly strokes the dark hatchling's head breathing, "Oh yes, Laxuth, forever and ever!"

 

Bittersweet Amber Ale Egg shivers minutely, nearly imperceptibly -- a stirring of ale to set head toward foaming.

 

Rhhomi grins, still bouncing. "Green, and another green. Look green." Her brain most definitely appears to be malfunctioning with excitement -- if only someone had bet on that. She smiles at Bella, "No one's going to get mauled. They haven't yet and there's been a million hatch so far. Besides, they'd maul one of the boys if they had to, not us."

 

Briny doesn't need attention, she just needs to make it through this alive -and preferably without getting sick on the sands, loosing her robe, being eviscerated, or any other number of fates worse that death (or possibly actual death). Her nose wrinkles as she hear's Bella's comment. "Ugh."

 

Kentell concentrates on letting his current handful of sand drain slowly from his hand, all the while his gaze flickers from one hatchling to another nervously.

 

A spin or two seem to bury the Needlepoint Picture Egg a little deeper into the sands. Following the egg seems to hop trying to get out of the burrow it's dug. Each hop sending cracks along the eggs surface until finally the egg splits into several long strips that fall aside and send the poor little malachite green hatchling tumbling forward into the sand on her nose! The little lass slowly draws herself up and shakes off before marching directly up to her new lifemate. She lets out a bugle that will surely be impressive in adulthood, but sounds like a squeaky toy as a hatchling. The little blonde Weyr girl standing before her lets out laughter of pure delight as she hugs her, "Yes, Zuzuth! I am yours!"

 

Arabesque Confectionary Green Hatchling stretches slowly, head swinging up slowly, gracefully, upwards so that she can survey her audience. Cautiously she stretches one leg out before her, placing it carefully on the sands once more as she steps forwards -- head and tail held high and proud. She has most definitely arrived.

 

A shimmy and a wobble draw attention to the Digital Timer egg. The jade lines seem to suddenly sprout a labyrinth of darker lines that spread across the egg crazily. The egg shudders the falls on its side cracking open with a loud POP! Underneath a sailor's cap of eggshell an almost black hatchling resides. The little fellow shifts and as the light catches his hide the deep blue is revealed as his true color. He shakes his head several times in an unfruitful attempt to dislodge his shell hat. Giving up, he stands and trudges over to and down the line of candidates, like a general the troups. Only when he comes across a certain brunette holder boy does he stop and peer up at him. The boy grins and then moves to wrap his arms around the blue's neck exclaiming simply, "Tierith!"

 

Kentell notices that all of the sand in his hand is gone. And quickly bends down to gather up another handfull!

 

     Greased Grill Pan Egg slits along the side, reluctantly. It is but a

     hairline fracture slowly widening, eggshell sputtering off only in tiny

     splinters from the fortified barrier. The form inside is just as slowly

     and reluctantly revealed, and the first hint of the dragonet inside is

     merely a shimmer of metallic blue. But the heat draws him, and slowly

     but surely beneath the watchful eyes of the crowd, Turbulent Tidal Blue

     emerges from his former home.

 

 

                 ---*** Turbulent Tidal Blue Hatchling ***---                

 

As the sky caresses water, as the wind prompts sea to foam and sputter, so does the hide of this blue hatchling seem to alter. Perhaps it's the intriguing shading along his angled form - shimmering blues glisten upon his hide, capturing light only to throw it back. The reflective nature almost resembles a sort of protective coating, his blue hide gleaming like a shell just out of water. From the blunt muzzle to the length of his tail, his coloring even reflects the slightest tints of violet. Amethyst steals its way through the glimmering blue, as light distorts the tincture of seawater to create shallow reflections. Wings show the hibernating color with still more vibrancy, for as light finds its way through the thin sails, the effect is a indigo-tinted blue that positively gleams.

 

Nytasha winces at the bugle and nods her head as though to herself, "going to be nice that one. And Zuzuth? That's a nice name. Don't you think?" She pushes a hand over her face, eyes fixing in on the impressing blue.

 

Eliwys spots what Kentell is doing, and with a glance to Leyrith, picks up her skirts and strides across the circle of candidates. She reaches out a finger to prod the candidate in the side, her eyes scanning around just in case a hatchling comes questing. "Let go of the sand, and pay attention, or we'll be carrying you out on a stretcher with your guts pooling on the floor, and your death screams ringing in my ears!" With that, she heads back to the safety area, keeping an eye open all the time: she's not stupid, she's seen what these talons will do!

 

Bella grins over to Rhhomi and gives the candidate a curious glances as she leans over to whisper "Did you make a bet on one of the males getting mauled or something?" Teh latest hatchings get her attention and she wates them tumble from their former homes with a soft smile psread across her face, though Kentell's facination with the sand draws a questioning look from Bella

 

The Hearty Breakfast Egg rocks slowly, taking its time and not in a hurry to go anywhere until the rather more jerky movements of the Crafty Cheesy Egg bring them both into sharp contact. With an echoing crack both eggs split, tumbling a pair of almost identical greens onto the sands. A moment later both are on their feet and running towards opposite ends of the line -- their impressions, just like their hatching, happening simultaneously.

 

Briny bites her bottom lip, to keep back a giggle. Either well-meaning or hysterical is hard to tell. "Bella! Hush now. That's just... disturbing." And she'll jinx it or something, actually have a little blood-letting happen now that it was spoken of.

 

Kentell jerks upright with a start, a startled look sent the Weyrwoman's way. Startlement quickly turns to embarisment and he nods, now a lovely shade of bright red. Ken keeps his eyes on the hatchlings, his ears ringing.

 

Rhhomi's bouncing fades as Eliwys berates Kentell. In fact all movement at all ceases and she stands, rock still, not wanting to be the next to incur the senior weyrwoman's wrath. "Didn't bet on anyone getting mauled." is eventually hissed out of the side of her mouth. "Should have bet on the rider being like the dragon though." She nods almost inperceptibally towards Eliwys, "Bad tempered and scary."

 

El'ric comes back from the weyrling barracks having delivered the latest pairing to the staff, wiping his brow he picks up a wineskin and leans back against the wall to have a good draught from it before pausing to watch how things are progressing out on the sands.

 

The number of eggs still unhatched upon the sands has dwindled considerably since the first shell cracked. The expectant white-clad figures wait, their numbers thinning slowly, anxious for the occupants of the still whole shells to make their appearances and choices. The remaining eggs shudder and rock but seem reluctant to release the contents they hide.

 

Bittersweet Amber Ale Egg shivers again, this time more violently, and skitters a handspan out of the egg mound dam and sire have constructed on its behalf. Overshook ale may spill violently, but for now the egg effervesces internally.

 

Kentell is standing perfectly still now. Face a nice shade of red, the candidate hardly twitches as if attempting too sink into the sand. Only his eyes move, scanning the sands.

 

Vasmar's mouth flattens at the Weyrwoman's words that ring over the hatching grounds. His llips twitch back and forth as he tries to relax his expression but it doesn't seem to work. "right..." he murmurs and eyes the exit as though he's thinking about heading that way. Yup. A rocking egg catches his attention and he stays still, calling to Kentell, "hey, it's ok! You'll be just fine!" He reasures and adds a firm nod.

 

A flash of green and pale rose herald the movement of the Briar Rose egg. Several shudders followed by a spin that ends with a CRACK release it's occupant unceremoniously on the sand. An agate green hatchling lands in a tangle of legs and wings: she then creels piteously as she slowly untangles herself. In fact, the sound doesn't stop. From her shell to the candidates she creels, even as she careful inspects them the thin sharp whine continues. It is a relief to all when she finally pauses in front of a redheaded weaver boy who grins and says, "Yes, Tzalth, I will help you" He leans down and begins to brush her off.

 

Turbulent Tidal Blue Hatchling stays his ground, the first movement and decision in his existance, and it is a small one. However, an examination and swing of head goes to the crowd in the distance, then towards the candidates before him. Some are giggling, some are whining, others are hiding behind themselves, and still others are sobbing for their friends. Such a silly bunch, it seems, and for a moment the blue takes a few steps away from the shells of his egg. Yet, he still seems to have inner conflict about moving so freely under so many eyes. His hide glints against what light seeps into the hatching caverns, and he twitches his tail-- taking on an aggressive arch to his back. With that, courage has mounted enough, and the blue lets forth a strong and very loud keen. Or is it a hatchling growl?

 

Kentell dosen't move, well not much anyway. A very, very small wave is sent Vasmar's way as Ken continues to watch the hatchlings.

 

Bella winces as Kentell is berated. She knows how that feels personally. Her eyes follow the woman as she slips back to where she came from. As she is spoken to by Briny, she turns a slightly shocked look to Briny "What? Rhhomi is the one who is excited about maulings." She explains in a whisper before her gaze goes once more to the hatchlings on the sands. "Ohh. They are all lovely to look at. And soo cute learning how to use their legs."

 

Bright metallic flashes move attention to another of the eggs as the Tune a Fish egg wakes up. Flopping back and forth just like it's scaly namesake this egg seems determined to crack. And crack it finally does! Another shower of eggshells send particles flying away from a rather large icy green hatchling. Surprisingly large for her color, this lady is going to be handful. Fanning her wings she begins to vocalize as if she were shouting orders to the candidates she's moving towards. Every call is answered by laughter until finally the icy green is face to face with a redhaired holder boy who can't stop laughing, even as he speaks, "No, Nuith, I'm not making fun of you! I'd never make fun of you!"

 

Arabesque Confectionary Green Hatchling moves onwards -- her gliding, sliding, gait bringing her slowly towards the sea of white that stands before her. Her audience. Pausing a second she flares her wings out wide, the egg goo that still clings to them doing nothing to mar her performance as it glints in the light.

 

A riot of cracks appear with a sharp popping noise all along the surface of the Schedule Magnet egg's surface. The pops continue with little showers of teal and white flinging shards up away from the egg. Then suddenly the top part of the egg bursts open to reveal a very tiny summer green hatchling. She has to muscle her way out of the lower half of her shell, but what this little girl lacks in size she makes up for in tenacity. With a final shake of her tail, she gets down to business marching right up to a startled brunette seacrafter whose expression of fascination turns to one of shock. He grins widely and reaches down to caress a tiny cheek, "No, Beyloth, I do not mind that you are small.."

 

Briny apparently completely missed Eliwys' berating of of poor Kentell, otherwise she more than likely would have fainted away and measured her length upon the sands. Thank Faranth for small favors. And she is left blinking at Bella's words. Lovely to look at? "Lovely? They are covered in slimy egg-goo, look all gangly, and have talons as long as my hand." Skeptical, this one.

 

Rhhomi keeps on standing rock still, though her face is beginning to take on a pained look of one whos legas are cramping terribly. "Just think," she whispers to Bella, finally giving in and dropping one hand to massage her right leg, "If they were human babies, they'd not be able to walk for... oooh, months yet. This is definitely the better way to do things."

 

     A mug of ale slammed too hard down on a table effervesces to

     overflowing. Spinnerweb fractures begin to gather about the Bittersweet

     Amber Ale egg's middle and then rush toward the top, deepening the ivory

     crest until shards *burst* away, and Conflagrant Forest Brown Hatchling

     has enough purchase to tip over the glass and emerge from its

     malt-soaked remnants.

 

 

               ---*** Conflagrant Forest Brown Hatchling ***---              

 

A drought-dry glen sparked aflame by soldiers' brutal march, this one is a conflagration of color and shade from muzzle's edge to the very tip of this brown hatchling's tail. The roiling chestnut and mahogany of his flanks and chest lightens by degrees to incendiary amber, and this grows flecked with insouciant moss green along his neck and back -- that stubborn dappling of verdancy apparent only when a shift of his muscles brings glossy hide from shadows to light. The rush of fire-leavened brown darkens as it crests his neck until his headknobs and eyeridges are wreathed in smoky umber -- the final length of his tail likewise claims that sooty hue, while his talons are ashen white. But it's that vivid amber that blisters out across his wings, with only darker russet around spars defining the bounds of ethereal ginger membrane.

 

Kentell clentches and unclenches his now empty hands, breathing deeply. The deep red hue of his face now fading into a dark pinkish red.

 

Nytasha's expression screws up at the loud, insistant creeling until it fades away. "well, do you think that dragon will make that sound much into adulthood?" Apparently she's in the same boat as Briny, having missed what was said for the most part. The display of the green takes her full attention and thus she does not ask what happened.

 

A crack and pop come from the Flour Power egg! Shudders and shimmies follow until the little egg cracks and gives way to the gangly limbs of a little turquoise blue hatchling. He trips and falls to his side as the shell gives way beneath him. But it isn't long before he rights himself and dashes towards the candidates trumpeting his freedom all the way. The laughter of a little black haired Weyr girl draws his attention and he gambols over to her with answering bugles. She giggles again, "Baeheth! you are so silly!"

 

Animal Crackers Egg wiggles in its sandy nest, the tiniest cracks beginning to emerge over the multi-hued shell like frost on a windowpane, internal stresses testing the integrity of egg's surface.

 

An echoing CRACK and a loud POP herald the end of the Enigmatic Mistress egg. It falls in showers around the brilliant emerald green hatchling that stands in its place. Lifting her delicate head she peers about her with a refined grace. Tail lifted, wings flexed she makes her way delicately across the sands. It is only the tiny white-blonde girl from the harper hall that meets with her approval. She gives a melodious call, which is answered with a soft breathy, "Cordialth! Of course, you are the beautiful green ever!"

 

Vasmar squeezes Briny's hand, "they look cute--coated with slimy egg-goo! That green most certainly. She even knows she's cute I think." He too watches the green hatchling until another green hatches. "Oh! Now that looks like a nice pair."

 

Conflagrant Forest Brown Hatchling stands for a few long and pensive moments among the ruin of the egg that's housed him these many months, and lids his eyes briefly against the color and light assailing him from the sands. Strategizing only takes him a short time, though, and soon he's rising clumsily to his feet, and beginning to meander, experimentally, toward the candidates.

 

Never to Return Egg inches to one side, the adjusted incline doing nothing to maintain its relative stability. A small creaking sound is heard, but the egg is motionless. After a few moments of this, the ovoid finally lolls to one side and then the other, and then is still again.

 

Bella glances around the sands as the number of candidates seem to be dropping rapidly. A sympathetic look goes over to Kentell before she sighs and turns her attention back to the fragment covered sands adn the young dragons stalking around them. She backs out of the way quickly to let a hatchling go by without herbeing in its way and continues her hot foot shuffle and reaches up and swipe at her sweaty face.

 

The Really Big Mug egg draws attention when it begins to spin wildly in the sands. Every turn brings another line of cracks along its side until finally it slows to a stop. It is quiet for a moment then a huge crack leaves an opening just right for the soft umber hatchling inside to escape through. This stocky little brown shakes himself off before beginning to trundle through the sands. Tail firmly captured by the shell he drags behind him. No matter, his gaze is firmly locked on a redheaded Weyr boy who is snickering at the spectacle. The boy laughs, "Drazoth! It's stuck on your tail!"

 

El'ric shakes his head at the actions of a particular candidate as he murmurs to one of his collegues "I wouldn't want to be in his sandals after all this."

 

Arabesque Confectionary Green Hatchling catches a movement out of her eye, it's not as graceful as she is, but it's intriguing. Slowly she begins to change the angle of her movement, eyes that whirl with interest and curiosity, fixed in one particular place.

 

Briny manages a slight chuckle at Vasmar's words. Maybe some of those tense nerves are freeing up? "You think?" Her gaze drifts over to the newly impressed green, analyzing for cuteness. "Well, I suppose..." she drawls slowly. One long breath, two, a third. All to calm her -or at least an attempt to.

 

Kentell notices Bella's sympathetic look from out of the corner of his eyes. Her look seems to have helped some, and he turns his head slightly offering her a small smile.

 

Rhhomi blinks, a scared look passing over her face for a fraction of a second as Bella backs away. Pausing for a moment till she's sure she's safe she turn and smiles, in what she think is a reassuring fashion, to Bella.

 

Kentell runs one hand over his hair and forces himself to relax. His gaze travels over the sands, trying to take in everything at once.

 

Nytasha nods her head. At the comment her fellow candidates made? Or something else? She's watching the green progressing across the sands. "They move much faster when you're down here with them. Much different than watching up in the stands!"

 

Turbulent Tidal Blue Hatchling did not expect such a lack of reactions to himself-- as only the white robed beside him did jump, and only a few did even turn their heads his way. With an impatient grunt, he hoists in a wash of waves and flow of tide to his feet and begins a very lumbering gait through the wavery heat. Trailing distinctly behind him is the track he creates, tail dragging to mar any smooth surface possibly settled over time upon the hatching sands. And as he lumbers, he breathes and feels the heat around him. He could certainly stay here for hours if not for that pulling in his mind, the unconsciously searching eyes. And then the blue-violet of his hide glints again, and he breathes out quickly, sending the sand beneath his nares into a slight dust. The choices are dwindling quickly, and by the hands of his own clutchsiblings. His gait is increased, and he sniffs at various squealing candidate hands, swinging his blue head about quickly.

 

Animal Crackers Egg seems to swell slightly as more and more hairline cracks dance over its surface, zig-zag lines creating distinct, puzzle-like patterns as the covey shell's entirety. The size of the orb lessens, then swells again, as if internal forces are gearing up for one big heave to rid itself of its pesky prison.

 

     Arabesque Confectionary Green Hatchling makes her way past a line of

     Candidates, her mind made and her destination found. She stops before a

     slender, redheaded boy -- barely missing running into him, her wings

     sweep to keep her balance. There's a pause as she looks up into cobalt

     eyes, her own shifting from the red whirl of hunger to a rich purple of

     undying love.

 

Vasmar frees his hand from Briny's and wipes it against his robe before reaching for her again. "How many are left?" He looks ready to dart out of the way as the blue speeds along the line of candidates, "shards!" The first look of concern fills his gaze.

 

Briny draws fingers back through sweat-dampended hair, having managed to release Nytasha's robe long enough to do so. Never mind the smudge-marks she more than likely left behind on the younger girl's robe. Wait. Did someone in their line just impress? A tug to Vasmar's robe, "Who got caught?"

 

Kentell opens his mouth as if to say something to a candidate standing near him, but his eyes widen and his words die in his mouth. Ken falls onto his knees, or atlest he meant to..but falls onto his rear instead. One shaking hand is extended and placed on the hatchlings head. "Avath? Avath? Your hungry! Oh, don't worry we will get you food!"

 

Conflagrant Forest Brown Hatchling approaches the white-robed ones circumspectedly, and lids eyes hazed crimson with hunger once, twice. As yet unperturbed, he turns his head to bray a question back toward dam and sire: what now?

 

Bella nods to Kentell slowly before she glances up and down the line. Her gaze tries to folow a certain green and a certain blue a the same time. She perks up and Kentell's words and turns quickly with a grins "Congratulations Kentell. She's beautiful." Watching the impression made, she whispers to those nearest "And our numbers continue to dwindle."

 

Never to Return Egg shudders slightly, kicking up a small cloud of sand. The movement takes a big chunk of the sand pile away, leaving the egg free to roll around, jump and start, shaking and rumbling, carrying on. Something bulges out of the rounder end. That something inside is antsy to get out!

 

Rhhomi looks along the line. "Ken? Congratulations!" She tries to get a clear look at where the green went, though she cannot resist asking Bella, "Did he cry? And puddles?"

 

Leyrith swings her head up at the sound of that Forest brown and snorts back: find one! Her tone seems to suggest.

 

El'ric seeing the dainty green impress onto the red haired Kentell he strides into action across the sands to the pair "K'tell is it?" he moves to take a gentle hold of the lads arm and starts to move him off the sands "Bring Avath this way and we'll get her fed."

 

K'tell looks all around him, one hand gently resting on Avath's head. "Food, food, food must get her food." he mutters strugleing to his feet. He gaze breify rests on some of his fellow candidates before continueing to search for someone to show him to the food! His gaze locks onto El'ric and he nods, following the rider.

 

Nytasha brushes her hand over the moist smear left on robe from Briny's hands and clasps her hands together, "Congratulations K'tell! K'tell and Avath!"

 

El'ric disappears down the small tunnel.

K'tell disappears down the small tunnel.

 

Briny rises up to her tippy-toes, thong-sandaled tippy-toes at that. "Who?" she wonders aloud, 'til Kentell and mate are spotted. "Did they just... They did?" Oh my. The girl drops back down, flickering a glance to Nytasha as it is confirmed. Those dragons are just picking off the humans like vtols.

 

Avath disappears down the small tunnel.

 

Vasmar laughs and claps heartily for K'tell and his lifemate, "very nice! Well done! And no tears! Someone will be disapointed." He glances towards the stands as though he might see someone up there and then laughs to himself, nudging Briny lightly, "did you see that? He looks so happy!"

 

Turbulent Tidal Blue Hatchling has found, in his perusing activities, a line of certain squealing, frantic, sweating, dirty white things that actually attract his attention. After his speed quickened, his mind quickened, his concentration quickened, and his direction quickened. He seems to be taking a beeline straight for this line of candidates. Sure of his aim? Perhaps. But as he reaches this line and catches the Impression of a clutchsibling from the same one, he snorts into the sand. Behind the line he slinks, then, searching for something which attracts him here. Is it the males? Is it the females? Nose goes from a snort to a sniff, and the rumps of the candidates are examined in a desperate attempt to find what he's looking for.

 

Lucian wipes his hands on his robe, nervousness and slight tension mixed with content looks of congratulations for those who've impressed already in the line.

 

     Spinnerwebs, already coating much of the Animal Crackers Egg, deepen to

     carve out hollows in the fragile shell. The pink and white icing melds

     together, no longer distinct as vaguely imaged creatures, but instead

     just a paler pink than before blur. With an astonishing noise, the

     jigsaw puzzle splinters, leaving behind a Sun-ripened Peach Green

     Hatchling in the shards. With a shake of her head to dislodge the

     remaining shell from her shoulder, she contemplates her next pursuit in

     life

 

 

                ---*** Sun-ripened Peach Green Hatchling ***---              

 

The fine, delicate fabric of a Lady Holder's gown, like an un-ripened peach awaiting spring's warmth, covers the hide of this green hatchling with a smooth, velvet consistency that only serves to enhance her verdant coloration. Sunlight's gentle caress is brought to flanks, a rosy blush highlighting shoulders and haunches, while a hint of golden tincture defines each prominent neckridge. Seasonal liqueurs of the sweetest berries trickle and melt in narrow rivulets over her muzzle and creamy belly, dripping down her legs to where the darkness of black cherries pools in her talons. A filigreed framework decorates her pinions, stretching the splendor of iridescent wingsails that are resplendent in the melded fruity hues of apricot and apple green.

 

True to its name, the Soapy Suds egg seems to just suddenly POP like a bubble. Shards flying everywhere to reveal a vibrant true green hatchling in the sands. She takes a moment to peer about her surroundings before slowly getting to her feet. She shakes her head to free it of the shards falling about her. She begins to trundle around the sands seeming to find not a one of the candidates acceptable. It seems hopeless until she pushes her way past the more confident candidates up front to find the little brunette from weaver craft who only wanted to go home. The light in the girl's eyes when she sees the green changes everything. She wraps her arms around the green's neck and sighs, "No, Euxith, I don't want to leave anymore..."

 

Lucian watches quite unsure of what to think of the hatchlings wandering so aimlesslyhands clutching his robe still with sickening feelings in him.

 

Rhhomi smiles, beginning to swing one leg backwards and forwards as she watches. "One green leaves, another appears." A pause. "And another. More flying shell." her previous enthusiasm seems to be wearing off a little.

 

Bella , not at all sure if she is comfortable with a dragon stalking along behind her where she can't keep her eyes on it, turns just a bit to watch the blue. She shifts her feet once more, she hasn't stopped since she stepped onto the sands, and dries off her face with the arm of her robe, which is drenched in sweat. As more eggs snap, crackle, and pop, she tries looking everywhere at once. Though she ducks as a bit of shell goes flying over her head.

 

Nytasha points out a hand towards the blue, "looks like he might have found one? Or he he still undecided do you think?"

 

Conflagrant Forest Brown Hatchling begins to switch his attention back to the line of candidates, but finds himself momentarily distracted by the faces in the galleries. This was not part of the plan. He takes a hesitant step, and then another, in that direction.

 

Briny is prodded by Vasmar to once more look once more after The-candidate-previously-known-as-Kentell, and gauge his happiness. Another one of those, "I suppose," is offered, lips quirking into a somewhat tense line. Her attention is a fickle thing, sliding over the figure of the indigo-blue to make sure talons aren't aimed at her before moving on to watch the gallery-watching brown.

 

Lucian shifts about nervously still, feet burning on the hot sands. His eyes are watching the blue mustering about around them

 

Sun-ripened Peach Green Hatchling crunches through the remains of her egg, looking down at the shards with the curiosity of one who has been shut up in the same boring place for more sevendays than she cares to remember. Satisified that the shell bits aren't doing anything interesting, she looks up, glancing about her new surroundings as overlong wings shake off egg goo and clinging shell. Spotting those fascinating white and pink lumps off in the distance, she starts towards them with all the grace her somewhat plump, clumsy form can muster.

    

     Amidst,the chaos of the Hatching, there's no way to avoid being uncomfortable

     - but as more unpleasant thoughts occur something knocks them away.

     Passion courses through you, a beat of life that mingles with yours as a

     spirit meshes to join you in perfect, astounding harmony. Thicker than

     the air, softer than the sands - and in these whirling moments, you

     place this new sensation: it radiates, it blossoms with soft glimmer

     underlying a harder tone. << Briny, >> and you can feel it - even before

     the words form, the sensation is evident and amazing, the warmth of

     powdered pepper carried on a softer, cooler breeze as if swept from the

     sea. Along this tangy wind comes a craving , a hunger you realize to be

     vicarious but somehow all your own - and a name, too, one so familiar it

     seems as if you've known it every day of your life. << I am Belynth,

     Briny. We have each other, now. >>}

 

    

     Sandstone swirls amid the ebony: the Never to Return Egg's battle to

     free itself of its denizen. Images become clear, then indistinct once

     more as the war wages on. Crackles become audible as the spinnerweb

     lines deepen, the tenuous hold the egg has on its shell decreasing until

     flakes fall free. First there's the pinion of a wing, then a foot

     followed by a leg, as the Venerable Oaken Brown Hatchling wins his

     campaign!

 

 

                 ---*** Venerable Oaken Brown Hatchling ***---               

 

An overwhelming impression of richness and color encompasses a majestic chamber of burnished wood, its true nature revealed in the hide of this brown hatchling. Flanks ripple with oil-polished oak that dominates the more subtle shades of his shoulders, the patterns carved along his haunches lending an impression of great age. Gilt softens the lines of muzzle and eyeridges fading into obscurity amid the reddish-brown tints caressing each neckridge, the outline difficult to discern as if made from a softer fabric. From throat to belly he is the dark ecru of undyed wool, his razor-sharp talons a contrast in glistening ebony. Brilliant hues dapple his near transparent wingsails, no particular image discernible, but the illusion of stained glass is highlighted when they are spread to catch the sunlight.

 

 

     Conflagrant Forest Brown continues his long march, his features

     betraying a battle-weariness, his gait losing its fortitude. A cautious,

     whirling eye is turned toward the line of candidates once more. Is the

     campaign lost? Is the mission a failure? The hatchling hasn't given up,

     though; it's inspecting the line with even more scrutiny than ever.

     Then: A trumpet sounds! All of a sudden there's no question of who he

     will pick, because with sand spraying in the air and the hatchling a

     brown blur, the hatchling is at once at the feet of a white-robed

     figure, staring intently into gray eyes.}

 

 

Bella squeaks as the brown turns back toward the candidates and start forward once more with a trumpet. She seems to be dancing uncertainly from foot to foot as if not knowing which way to dodge.

 

Sun-ripened Peach Green Hatchling continues her path across the sands towards those human blobs, her curious gaze riveted on the line or white-robed figures - so much so that she stumbles across something in her path. Picking herself up, she peers down at the pit she tumbled into, a shallow depression that was obviously the resting place of one of her clutchmates at one time. She gazes at it with interest, seeming quite willing to become absorbed but...but there's an urgency building within her that has nothing and everything to do with the growling emptiness in her belly. She straightens, her attention once again on that line of candidates. Instinctively, she recognizes that amongst them she will find what she needs to still all of her hungers.

 

Rhhomi reaches out a hand to try to calm Bella. "Bella, it's alright. No maulings Bella. No maulings. It's alright." She sounds almost as if she's talking to a child.

 

Vasmar perks up as the brown starts to head for--or in the direction of the stands, "where do you think he's going? The stands? For real? HooHoo!" He can hardly contain his excitement and turns to squint towards the stands again himself, shading his eyes. That is...that is until the dragons begin finding their candidates all around him.

 

Golden brown flashes of light are thrown across the sands as the Sweet Sticky Syrup egg flops back and forth. It's occupant's struggle sending sand and shards everywhere as it finally bursts out into the open. The sunlit leaf green hatchling left behind is a lovely little creature indeed! The soft trill of her voice is a joy to behold. That is, until she spots the candidates. The lovely tones bending in the most unpleasant way as she almost squeals with delight. Rushing forward she immediately chooses a brunette from the beast craft as her lifemate. The boy grins and kneels down to stroke her cheek, "Yes, Leshireth, your voice is lovely"

 

Briny's eyes open as wide as marks, wider, just as her mouth forms a perfect O. "Who?... What?.... Belynth?" Her attention is drug most willingly to that which has captured it. "Belynth?" The girl releases her hold on Nytasha's robe and Vasmar's hand, gasping in astonishment, turning about to find who said that to her. And her eyes lock on that blue. There is a staggering step towards her Belynth before she falls to her knees, wrapping arms about his neck.

 

Venerable Oaken Brown Hatchling brushes a few stray bits of sand from his flanks, shaking his wingsails for a few careful seconds to rid himself of the lingering evidence of his recent home base. All at once, his headknob rises, tilting backward slightly, eyes whirling then slowing to focus on the robed figures beyond. Ah, they are lines up, gathered for him. With a nod to himself, his dam, and his sire, the little brown begins the march toward the candidates.

 

L'cian can't believe his eyes but his eyes show the absolute contentment of the moment and experience before him as he drops to his knees hugging the amazingly beautiful brown Zuoth before him.

 

Vasmar gasps as Briny is torn from his hand--well, that's a bit dramatic. He lifts his free hands and claps excitedly to Briny with a loud cheer! "Oh Briny! That's fantastic!" He bounces and jumps up and down, unable to contain himself, forgetting where he is for a moment: On the sands--not the stands.

 

"I am so lucky to have you Zuoth!" A bright eyed L'cian exclaims rather boldly!

Rhhomi claps "Briny! Congratulations! and..." she pauses, trying her best to look along the line. "Where'd the other brown go? Who got him? Congratulations though!"

 

Zuoth blinks eyes again as his L'cian exclaims, but brays again, this time more insistent, as his eyes edge back toward hungry crimson.

 

Belynth folds his tail beneath him, settling down into a squat to rub his blue-violet hued muzzle against the legs of his Briny. He's quite content to stay here for hours upon hours, the heat around, contact with his forever lifemate. The blue lets forth a croon, this time, quite opposite the growl.

 

Nytasha beams at Briny as the new weyrling moves towards her lifemate Belynth and then at L'cian, giving each of them a loud "Congratulations!" She edges closer to Vasmar: Strength in numbers!

 

Sun-ripened Peach Green Hatchling looks a bit frustrated as she paces the line of candidates, coming quite near to a few but never touching any. She seems unable to find who she is looking for and a hint of the frantic colors her steps as she stumbles in her haste, clumsily running back and forth as she searches for a way to satiate her growing hunger for both sustenance and soulmate. Running past one end of the line, she hesitates - did she see something?

 

Bella blinks sweat from her eyes as Briny and L'cian are both claimed "Congratualtiosn you two." With a smile for her fellow candi's as they pamper their lifemates, Bella glances once more to the remaining eggs and hatchlings stalking about.

 

Orilee strides out to the edge of the sands from the chamber along the side of the hatching sands, sweat shining upon her forehead as she scans the sands. "Ah!" a finger moves towards Briny, then curling over in a 'follow me' motion. "Briny! Briny and-- blue Belynth, was it? Come this way, we need to get him fed and all that... And congratulations."

 

Venerable Oaken Brown Hatchling is almost immediately upon the rows of candidates, his gait slowing, attention tightly drawn to the potential hidden within their midst. Suddenly, he dashes toward a strawberry blonde girl -- catching a young Holder boy in his path by surprise, and by his claws. Oblivious to the injury, the brown lifts his head once more and lefts out a frustrated bleat of a bugle. No, not the one. Dis-missed. Healers rush in as the brown retreats, tending to the bleeding, and nearly unconscious, victim of the hatchling's haste.

 

Briny shivers slightly, more with complete bliss other than the sickly tenseness of before. Fingers draw over Belynth's face, tracing his every line as if to make this 'dream' more of a reality. A sniffle. No, she /won't/ cry. Nope... okay maybe a little. Finally it takes a repeating of her name by Orilee to garner her attention, and absently she is leading her new blue lifemate away.

 

Eliwys wrinkles her nose. "Oh Faranth's butt" she says, pointing towards the injured, and watching as the healers take care of her, wincing a little.

 

Rhhomi sighs lightly. "Less and less, Bella. Less and Less..." But anything further she was about to say disappears into nothing as the holder boy goes down, her healer training surfacing no matter how hard she denies that it's there. A small step is taken forwards before another candidate lays his hand on her shoulder. "Leave him. You're here remember not there."

 

You walk down the small tunnel.

Small Chamber - Monaco Weyr

A narrow but long chamber, with a large vat of oil on one end, and tubs of freshly chopped meat scattered along the walls.

Contents:

Avath

Drasjoveth

K'tell

El'ric

Obvious exits:

Hatching Sands 

 

Belynth appears from the tunnel.

Orilee appears from the tunnel.

 

Avath gobbles down the food that is offered to her sending bits flying everywhere, picky eater never! she starts to slow down as her intense hunger abates, her frail wings twitch slightly as her mind floats airily over yours << whats that >> is the quiet enquiry as her wing twitchs again << it itches, please help me, please! >>

 

On the Sands, Vasmar startles at the human scream and bugle mixing together, hair rising up on the back of his neck and arms. He takes a step backwards and then another, just to be safe, looking around behind him for any danger that might have swarmed in while he was blissfully cheering for Briny and L'cian. "Shards and Shells!" Yup, he goes pale at all the blood.

 

El'ric passes Orille and the arrival of the new pair, giving a quick nod "Well done Briny" as he scurries out onto the sands again.

 

El'ric walks onto the Sands.

 

On the Sands, Bella grumbles as the one of the holderbred go down under the brown. She mutters "No maulings huh Rhhomi?" She glances along the few remaining candidates and fans herself a bit to try and cool off. She only succeeds in stirring the hot air.

 

Belynth is not as reluctant as he could be to follow Briny away from the eyes and crowd and people, though from the region of his stomach there's a loud burble. He shakes his head against it, flickering attention around him and then back up to Briny. Beloved Briny.

 

On the Sands, Sun-ripened Peach Green Hatchling pauses her fretful search, the sand

     squelching up between her stony talons as she presses down low to the

     relentless heat of her birthing place. Something has apparently snagged

     her attention, enrapturing her with its simple presence. Whether it is

     the fiery red of the girl's hair or something deeper, the young green is

     drawn towards the young woman who has caught her interest. She quickly

     crosses the remaining distance between them to gaze up into stormy green

     eyes with a soulful creel to bond with her new lifemate.

 

On the Sands, Rhhomi blinks, quietly offering. "Well at least it wasn't us."

 

On the Sands, Venerable Oaken Brown Hatchling can't decide, but then this isn't a simple decision like choosing a beverage with a meal, is it? He needs to find that someone to complement him, to be his ally and confidant. This Trader girl who ran away from demanding parents? This local weyrbrat with the short-shorn dishwater hair? How about that stout lass with the fierce eyes? No. A pitiable rumble echoes out from the brown's belly, but he ignores the hunger. Hunger will be sated, once he picks the one!

 

On the Sands, Leyrith snorts, released from her egg hiding as the last one has hatched, and all that's left is shards of the shells. Hrmf. Head swings around, and catches sight of Eliwys, who wiggles a finger, "Oh no you don't. You stay right there!"

 

Orilee quickly strides in behind the newly paired, across towards the vats of meat. "First, Briny," she turns her head around towards both, "you will need to feed him, because he hasn't eaten anything yet in his life, and he's sharding hungry. You probably are too." A slight grin, perhaps of nostalgia, crosses Lee's lips, "Though make positive he chews it all and swallows before the next bite. When he gets itchy, bring him to the oil and drench him. He's gonna need it."

 

On the Sands, L'cian wonders loudly as he looks to zuoth, "We really need to get food. Shards!"

 

K'tell tries not to wince as bits of meat fly and stick to his robe. As Avath twitches so does he, his eyes widening in panic. "Itch! Oil! El'ric said get the oil, over there. Hold on Avath, I'll get the oil!" K'tell scrambles over and grabs a jar of oil and paddle. Scrabling back over to Avath the boy almost slips and falls several times before makeing it back over to his lifemate and starts to slap oil on the itchy wing.

 

On the Sands, Nytasha finds herself alone when Vasmar backpeddled away, 'hey! What are you doing?" She reaches for his robe to draws him back in line, falling back a step as she does so.

 

Briny is hearing Orilee somewhere in the back of her mind, making vague little nods of her head as one hand remains forever upon her new blue 'mate. Food. Itching? What's that when you have this new something a part of you.... well, that is until you actually get a sense of another tummy grumbling? "Food?" she hazards, locating the vat after the fact. "Ohhhhhhh." Eureka.

 

On the Sands, Vasmar finds himself snared by Nytasha. This being the only thing that keeps him from just edging his way casually off the sands with the last of the dragons milling around. He wrinkles up his nose and shoots a grin across to Bella and Rhhomi as he shuffles back into the fire-line.

 

Dragon> You sense Belynth echos the sea, a deep baritone rumbles in a peppering spice, << Are we going the right way? Are you sure the food is that way? It smells more the other way. I am so hungry. I adore you. >>

 

On the Sands, El'ric comes back out onto the sands in time to see L'cian dropping to his knees with the brown hatchling, he strides over to the new pair taking an arm "Follow me and we'll get the little one fed." pulling gently he leads L'cian and Zuoth off teh sands.

 

On the Sands, Bella stumbles back a step looking around in confusion briefly before she turns her gaze onto the green staring at her. After a few seconds she grins and reaches her hand out to the soft warm muzzle "Lyranth!" She nods "Yes you are definately you alright." She kneels down to hug her lifemate gently "Music? Maybe a bit later after we get you fed okay? Definately food first on your long list of things to get done."

 

El'ric appears from the tunnel.

 

On the Sands, Venerable Oaken Brown Hatchling paces down the line of candidates,

     critical eye gazing across each white-clad form. None seem to pass his

     inspection as he continues on, red tones whirling within his eyes. At a

     flash of ebony hair however, his head swivels and he stumbles towards a

     darkly tanned boy with pale green eyes. Creeling sharply he straightens

     a bit in front of the candidate, head held high. Look lively boy!

 

On the Sands, L'cian smiles, content that Zuoth will be taken care of and follows El'ric off...

 

L'cian appears from the tunnel.

 

On the Sands, Rhhomi winces. "Bella watch out!" she closes her eyes, completely missing the brown's impression, opening them slowly as Bella speaks a name. "Oh Bella!" she pauses unsure of what to say, settling finally on. "You'd better get her fed or something."

 

On the Sands, Lyranth butts gently against Bella's leg as she caresses her muzzle, seeming well-pleased with the affectionate touch as she continues gazing upwards in adoration, though the red of hunger begins to join the mellower blues and greens in her eyes.

 

On the Sands, Vasmar's spine snaps upright for a moment as though he was visably slapped *powie*! He reels back with widening eyes as he zeros in on the dragon that has suddenly absorbed his whole world. His whole being vibrates with the force of the impression and his weak legs faulter on him. It's lucky for him that he's wanting to kneel down anyway and gather the dragon to him with shaking arms, "Aye Idranth! Allies forever! Forever." His voice quavers.

 

K'tell gently, carfully he continues to slather Avath with the oil. Eyes slightly unfocused he smiles and peers intently at her green hide, makeing sure every last bit of a spot is oiled before moving onto another one, and takeing special care with the little greens delicate wing sails.

 

Belynth croons again, hobbling this way and that, his hunger and his love tugging at both ends of the poor creature. Skin again glints in the light, his direction led only by Briny. Another rumble in his stomach. He may just vaccuum any food he comes into contact with.

 

Orilee walks onto the Sands.

 

On the Sands, Orilee glances around. "Okay! Who's still out here? Bella and-- Lyranth, wasn't it? I thought I heard the exclamation from in there," a motion towards the small room. "Come here you two, congrats, get yourself some food."

 

On the Sands, Idranth rumbles, contented, at parade rest. At least for the moment. He does continue to inspect his lifemate, and looks pleased at his choice. Pleased indeed.

 

Briny will find the vats, just give her a moment here. She puzzles over the voice in her head, causing instant attention back to Belynth. "What's that? Ohhh, absolutely. I'm sure they are-" *CLANG* She found the vats. Meat slops inside, and the girl is blindly reaching in to pick out whatever touches her fingers first. "How is this?" Meaty, bloody, dripping piece is offered. Mmmmmm, bovine. Ordinarlly, she would shrink away from the stuff, but that simply isn't an issue now.

 

On the Sands, V'mar squeezes his arms tighter around the warm, slick brown hide and then presses his face against the warm hide. NO one's going to see him bawling like a kid.

 

On the Sands, Bella chuckles and nods enthusiastically to her sweet green. "Of coarse I do Lyranth. And most definately let's get you something to eat" She gives her head a shake "No. You don't need to share with me dear." She glances around as she hears some high pitched cheering and congrats. She grins to everyone and stands to follow Orilee.

 

On the Sands, Rhhomi waves as Bella leaves and is on her own now; standing at one end of what once was a long line of candidates.

 

On the Sands, Nytasha's fingers uncurl from Vasmar's robe as he moves forward to the dragon and she smiles from him to Bella and Lyranth, "Congratulations!" She calls, happy for her newly turned weyrling-friends.

 

On the Sands, Lyranth looks rather disappointed at not getting to share her musical talent - but the thought of food seems to perk her up and she warbles happily, turning towards Orilee but sticking like glue to her Bella, possibly causing herself and the ex-candidate to fall, she's velcroed so tight to her side. Hers.

 

Orilee appears from the tunnel.

Bella appears from the tunnel.

Lyranth appears from the tunnel.

 

Bella chuckles as she follow Orilee "You can sing all you want after you eat Lyranth."

 

On the Sands, V'mar lifts his face, "eh?" oh, he's quick on the uptake after a few shuddering breaths, "Oh yes! We can get you that--somehow." He looks around for some guidance, unable to get to his feet at the second despite the heated sands. "We'll fill that stomach right now." He assures his lifemate.

 

On the Sands, As the din of the hatching begins to fade, and the last of the little ones has found a match, T'gan draws a slow breath and steps forward to address those candidates who remain behind. "I hate giving this speech," he begins, and, awkwardly, runs a hand back through his hair. "I gave it once already, and I hated it then, and I've been loathing it that much more from looking forward to it this time. I want to thank all of you for agreeing to stand for Coluth's and Leyrith's clutch, and I can't tell you how much I wish there was a lifemate for each of you. The weyr's been a better place for your having been here, and though I'm sure you must all be disappointed and a little bit exhausted right now, I want to assure you that there's always a place for you here. Take some time -- a few days, maybe -- and relax a little. For now there's a meal prepared in the weyrhall, if any of you are hungry, and of course, Eliwys and myself are *always* available if any of you need anything."

 

On the Sands, Idranth nudges his V'mar in the side, keen eyes informing him of the direction of the helpers, who no doubt have food.

 

Zuoth appears from the tunnel.

 

Belynth squeaks loudly, turning towards the vats with a snarl. Bad vats. Don't hurt his. The snarl turns into an open mouth, the open mouth is shoved muzzle-first into food. Is he drinking it?

 

K'tell settles into a sitting position on the floor, then starts to oil Avath's legs and belly. The sound Briny's voice reaches him dimly, and with out stopping his careful oiling look up and for the first time notices others in the barracks. "Oh, Briny.." he murmers in a distracted manner. "You, Impressed....Bella you to, and you Vasmar? All of you.." He blinks owlishly. "What are they called?"

 

Lyranth follows Bella with her waddling gait, made more so by her plumpness. Sight of the tubs of meat have her crooning and almost dancing with delight at the prospect of food!

Zuoth reaches the little room, finally, and creeps up behind his lifemate while eyeing the tubs of meet anxiously.

 

On the Sands, Rhhomi nods slowly. "I think I'd like to get changed first Sir." Her voice is remarkably calm for one so excited at the beginning.

 

On the Sands, Eliwys nods in agreement with T'gan, "Indeed yes, we're always here to chat to." She grins at Rhhomi, "I think I agree with that sentiment wholeheartedly!"

 

L'cian chuckles as he turns to his mate

 

On the Sands, V'mar smiles at the nudge and pulls himself up with a force of will and then laughs, "set and example? To whom?" he asks with a wide smile. He rubs a hand over the dragon's muzzle, looking shocked and amazed as he moves along in the direction the others went.

 

Orilee wipes a hand across her brow, sweat dropping in beads. "Okay, Bella, Lyranth, the food is over in the tubs on this side, and I'm sure you both are hungry--" her hand is out in an obvious point towards the opposite side, but her eyes are locked on Bella's to keep attention. "When she itches, drench her in oil, which is over there," other arm points towards the vats.

On the Sands, T'gan's own smile resurfaces, though he's once again running a hand back through his hair. "Sounds like a plan, Rhhomi."

 

On the Sands, Rhhomi grins broadly at the weyrleaders, pausing long enough to offer a quick "Thanks." before she turns and heads off back to the candidate barracks to get out of her robe.

 

Briny finds absolutely nothing wrong with a dragon gorging on entrails. Well, at least she finds nothing wrong with Belynth doing such a thing. Give her a seven-day, then she might try to introduce table-manners into his learning. "That's a boy. There you go? Just a mite peckish, eh?" Will he /ever/ fill up?

 

On the Sands, Rhhomi walks off upwards to the tunnel leading into the hatching grounds complex.

 

On the Sands, Nytasha politely smiles at the weyrleaders and moves off the sands with the others.

On the Sands, Nytasha walks off upwards to the tunnel leading into the hatching grounds complex.

 

Avath raises her wing and accepts the rubbing of the oil into her drying skin, she is exuding a strange calm about her as she croons quietly << oh thank you >> her voice floats with you << we'll make it okay, just the two us >>

 

V'mar appears from the tunnel.

 

Bella nods to Orille, which only has haly her attention at the moment. "Food tubs over there. Go it." Her smiles over to Lyranth and mutters "Oil over there. Got that too." She reaches out to rest a hand on Lyranth's shoulder "Well let's waddle on over and get you stuffed shall we?" she grins and nods to Vasmar and the otehr "Her name is Lyranth."

 

Idranth appears from the tunnel.

 

Orilee raises her voice, "And don't let them gorge, make sure they chew, make sure they swallow-- don't want thicktail or anything else nasty before they fall asleep on their first day, do you? Be careful."

 

V'mar laughs aloud at something Idranth tells him, "you and I?" He smiles from ear to ear, "do you think so? You have plans for that already?"

 

Lyranth seems quite agreeable with the whole stuffing business, and appears quite comfortable with following Bella wherever she goes as well, though in doing so she trips, her muzzle almost getting tangled with her lifemate's legs.

 

K'tell blinks and smiles softly, he starts to oil Avath's other wing. His face full of wonder. "So calm.." he wispers, gently rubbing the oil in. "Well will do just that Avath, yes...we will."

 

Idranth heads in a direct line to the nearest meat bucket, although he does keep pace with his lifemate at his side.

 

 

Belynth lets out as much a draconic burp as he can once his head is withdrawn from the bucket. The burp splatters forth a spray of red particles, and he turns his head upwards at Briny, pausing, focusing, tail whipping briefly against the ground.

 

V'mar mmms at his dragon and then nods his head with a huge smile as he stumbles in a direction of the meat. Is it the boy leading the dragon or the dragon leading the boy? It's difficult to tell. "Yeah...I can see that." He grabs the bucket and sits down on the floor, offering out a strip of meat. "Bella! This is Idranth!" The introduction to all the weyrlings.

 

On the Sands, Eliwys grins, "Well, excuse me, I'm off to take a bath also, and see to that poor lad. I'll be in the Weyrhall later for food" she adds, picking up her skirts and walking off the sands.

 

Bella stumbles a bit as she reaches out to steady her lifemate. "Careful Lyranth. Tehre is plenty of food. No need to hurt yourself to get to it dear." she smiles softly as she reaches out to choose a juicy morsel and offers it to Lyranth "And when your belly is full you can serenade all of us with your sweet voice."

 

On the Sands, Eliwys walks off upwards to the tunnel leading into the hatching grounds complex.

 

On the Sands, Leyrith leaps off the hatching sands and rises into the air.

 

On the Sands, T'gan nods after Eliwys, and reaches a hand for Coluth's side. "Think I'll take him to the beach, and then, maybe, visit Selene. Night, Eli." And then *they* go, too.

 

On the Sands, T'gan walks off upwards to the tunnel leading into the hatching grounds complex.

 

On the Sands, Coluth leaps off the hatching sands and rises into the air.

 

Idranth pauses to acknowledge the nearby hatchlings, if briefly, before beginning to feed. His hunger is noticable, though. He has no more time to meet and greet for the time being.

 

Briny is so completely and utterly engrossed in Belynth at this moment that all of the other weyrlings are but a slight nattering at the edge of her consciousness. Burping on Belynth's behalf is accorded a blink, and then a quirked glance, "Do you have more room? Is that enough? Are you sleepy? Need anything?"

 

<Dragon> You sense Belynth rumbles deep, a tang between a few disgusted quirks. << My back, my side, my leg, my everything itches. It itches. Was it the other side, the other direction, that would cure me? >>

 

K'tell glances over his shoulder at V'mar. "Vasmar, what are you called now? Idranth?" Turns his gaze back to Avath, who he continues to oil, but he is still listening.

 

Lyranth wants to serenade everyone /now/ - and does so, although the beautiful notes she thinks she is emitting sound more like a feline being strangled. Luckily the sight of that juicy morsel breaks off her aria and she extends her neck carefully, maw gaping daintily to delicately take the proffered meat from her lifemate. Not gulping, she begins to efficiently but slowly chew the food with obvious pleasure.

 

Belynth is squirming in his position, the skin upon his shoulder and at the base of his tail shuddering, a talon attempting to reach an arm to satisfy the feeling. At Lyranth's notes, his attention on Briny is briefly broken-- and the blue bugles loudly. And snorts. And glances back up towards Briny.

 

V'mar fixes his full attention on feeding the dragon, mesmerized by the act of 'feeling' the budding bond between himself and the hatchling. His cheeks go pink and he holds back a rather large piece, changing it for another small one. "eh? Oh, I'm V'mar now-or so he says!" He makes a face at his lifemate, "of course I was being careful! You.wellthat's not important. But-hey, thanks for the compliment." He grins again.

 

Idranth continues to eat, but occasionally he finds time to glance upwards to size up his clutchsiblings. Lyranth gets a polite, lingering look. He doesn't seem to judge her singing either way, anyway. Then it's back to the food.

 

Dragon> You sense Belynth adds a coating of pepper. << *Lyranth* is too loud. >>

 

Bella chuckles a bit as her lifemate's voice is beautiful to her ears. What everyone else thinks doesn't matter. She runs a hand gwently over Lyranth's neck as the singing green chews. She gets another chunk of meet ready.

 

Briny would normally boggle at such that comes through her mindlink with Belynth, but it all makes perfect sense to her, "Itches? Oh deary me... I think they might have..." Her gaze lifts as she locates where the oil is, directing him towards it when all of a sudden... *ah-choo* Pepper. *sniffle* "Lyranth?" She frowns, glancing up, finally taking note of her surroundings and all of the others. Oh my. "Yeah, she is." Singing while eating. Now /that/ is impressive.

 

K'tell turns his head to grin at V'mar a little. "He's handsome, congrats V'mar!" then he blinks and turns back to Avath. "Don't worry, I'll get your tail to!" he says grinning and moves to oil that part of his little green.

 

V'mar rubs a chunk of meat off his lifemate's nose and offers a better slice of meat, "Face? What face?" He's having quite a hard time paying attention to much outside the 'bubble' he's sharing with his lifemate. K'tell gets a foggy look and a wide smile, "Thank you! He's the best! Aren't you Idranth! And handsome and strong and....curious. Yeah, people made faces to express themselves." He nods once. That sounded good.

 

Lyranth continues to chew carefully, only swallowing when she feels it's safe to do so and looking up for the next piece, all traces of red faded from her whirling orbs as she gazes at Bella with definite adoration. The other humans and dragons don't impinge as yet as she is completely absorbed in two of her favorite things.

 

Bella chuckles "I love you too Lyranth." She glances down to the meet in her hand and moves it closer to Lyranth's waiting muzzle "You eat first Lyranth. Then i'll have a bit to eat afterwards. This is all for you dear." She bubbles up a bit and means down to hug her plump lifemate.

 

V'mar can't help himself, he's on the brink of another laugh but smothers it as he removes the bucket of meat, "there will be more later when you get hungry again." His hands automaticlly move to the underside of the wingsail of his lifemate, "K'tell is my friend and Briny and Bella and L'cian and La'e and...lots of people you'll meet later."

 

Lyranth mulls over Bella's words as she carefully chews her next mouthful, but seems perfectly happy to eat all of the food herself. Just because she /will/ share doesn't mean she wants to, after all.

 

Orilee is overseeing the feeding of the many Weyrling dragons in the room, though obviously wonderfully happy about not having to pace back and forth between searing sands and this room, anymore. "Don't let them gorge-- make sure they chew-- oh, get your head out of-- ergh, mleh," a strong arm attempts to push a Weyrling green dragonet head from behind one of the large tubs of meat. "It's not back there--" The green's new lifemate comes, and directs the green towards the food again. Orilee takes a deep breath. "Thank you."

 

Elfarran appears from the tunnel.

 

V'mar shakes his head, "I'm not tired." He jumps to his feet gracefully, "stay right there. I'll be back." He saw that oil! He all but pushes his way through to get his, scratchign his side with his hand and then returns to his lifemate to administer the slippery stuff. "This will help!"

 

Bella smirks a bit as she readys another bit of meat. "Yes, we like meat too." She glances down to the meat in her hand and then back to Lyranth. With a shrug and takes a small bite from the juicy meat in her hand "See there. we all like meat." She chews the meat slower than she normally would as she holds the piece out to he lifemate.

 

Lyranth croons happily now that Bella has joined her in her meal, and takes another bite of meat herself after swallowing the one she's been masticating. She nudges her lifemate's leg insistently, as if desiring her to have another one as well, and begins munching with enthusiasm on her new mouthful. And then she pauses, looking around as if just clueing into the fact that there are /others/ in this place with her and her lifemate. Wow.

 

Briny was quietly sitting off to the side with Belynth, drawing oiled hands lovingly over his hide as if she were is some sort of trance. Oh my, she is quite enamored with this proud little blue. As he begins to settle a bit, head resting on her shoulder, her gaze flickers over to the others, smiling with amusement.

 

Bella offers another bit of meat to Lyranth as she glacnes around, still chewing on the meat she is obliged to share with Lyranth "They are our friends Lyranth. V'mar, L'cian, Briny abnd K'tell are the ones like me. The ones like you are their lifemates like you are my lifemate." She glances down to the meat in her hand and tries to distract Lyranth by wiggling the juicy bit.

 

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Message: 12/22                     Posted        Author

Hatching results                   Fri Dec 13    Eliwys

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Leyrith and Coluth's hatching produced 16 greens, 8 blues, 5 browns and 4 bronzes!

 

Our new PC Weyrlings are:

L'cian (Lucian) and Brown Zuoth

V'mar (Vasmar) and Brown Idranth

Briny and Blue Belynth

Bella and Green Lyranth

K'tell (Kentell) and Green Avath

 

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                               Eliwys and T'gan                              

                             Monaco's Weyrleaders                            

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