8/15/2003
08:48
PM
Logfile
from Sk'lar.
Hatching
Sands
Waves
of heat hit you like a flash fire as you step onto the sands. After your eyes
adjust to the dimmer light, you see what can only be described as a sea of
sparkling white sand filling the huge cavern. Along the stone walls that keep
the sand in place are a series of drawings showing the history of the cavern.
Many talented stone carvers and painters have given life to past hatchings and
many other scenes from daily life of the dragon pair. Looking up you see the
countless ledges where the dragons greet the newest members to their Weyr with
bugles and the galleries where residents, crafters and holders can watch the
magical scene of a hatching...
You see
Egg Mound here.
TelgarWeyr
is here.
The
following dragons are here: Qamrath and Kahlendroth
From
here you can go:
Entrance Up
Egg
Mound
The
heat is unrelenting, and it's a wonder nothing melts upon the sands. Qamrath's clutch rest on the Hatching
grounds, mother dragon watching closely.
It is
empty.
Inside
Egg Mound you see Dynamic Industrial Age Egg, Soda Pop Fizz Fifties Egg,
Visions of Red Fifties Egg, Peace, Love and Mungbeans Egg, Edwardian Roses Egg,
All That Jazz Egg, Era in the Making Egg, and The 80s Family Sitcom Egg.
Dynamic
Industrial Age Egg
Gauzy
gray steams over the top of the rotund egg, carelessly fogging a desolate
landscape of faded green. Pronounced
steel threads, peachy taupe blotches and metallic red streaks expand over most
of the tough shell, the mottled hubbub of color illuminated sporadically by
spears of solid fluorescent yellow.
Whether due to the riotous blending of pigments or the sudden flashes of
luminescence, the egg seems abuzz with electric motion, just on the brink of
ever-present, optimistic change.
Soda
Pop Fizz Fifties Egg
Cotton
candy pinks and soft-hued blues swirl together in a marbled malt shake,
blending easily with frothy cream soda whites.
Filmy silver veins the top half of the egg, shots of violet and mint
green peeking out of the pastel mix.
Only a thick ebony line mars the egg's circumference, separating its
crown from a base of pure robin's egg blue, effervescent with small, white
bubbles.
Visions
of Red Fifties Egg
Spinning,
swirling, smothering smoke -- daunting gray engulfs this egg's surface, flaring
up from a blindingly orange base.
Smoggy tendrils sweep up towards the narrow end, coiling over scorched
shades of brown and flame-lit green.
Pristine coral slinks through the cracks: pretty pink sliding over and
across to shield the unattractive visage from view, though as it meets the
orange glow, it turns a vicious blood red.
Peace,
Love and Mungbeans Egg
The
curve of the shell mimics the curve of the heavens, though elliptical
dimensions fall short of the original's astrological perfection. Psychedelic splashes of saffron and amethyst
engage in a fractal battle of mystic tie-dye, the colors bleeding and melding
to form prismatic visions unlike any other.
Aqua and cobalt offer peace to an otherwise chaotic spectrum, while
splodges of white-speckled green mellow the battle lines, promising the dawning
of a new age.
Edwardian
Roses Egg
The
nostalgic blush of old-world roses settles diaphanously across the gentle swell
of curving eggshell, pink's lilting intensity lending it a becoming
countenance. Elegant gold filigree
traces random paths across and though clouds of sugary primrose, a never-ending
trail inviting the beholder to explore its mysteries. Subtle sepia shading conjures hazy memories and golden ages,
paying grandiose homage to a more graceful yesteryear.
All
That Jazz Egg
Staccato
zings of burgundy and midnight flappers over the ovoid in irregular, improvised
beats. Complex harmonies of depressing
dark navy and rambling red Charleston together, swinging twirls of
less-than-perfect symmetry. Blasts of
gold evoke an arc of familiar bopping blues and exotic jiving junipers,
rhythmic appeal backed up by cool caramel hints easing into the egg's sultry
base.
Era in
the Making Egg
It's an
abstract of myriad shapes, like clouds that take the form of ducks and bunnies
one moment, raging battles the next --- through which a ribbon of green winds
its way, in some places a raging river, in others just a trickle. Clusters of lights and metallic silver flash
here and there, advancing quickly along some superhighway. Other hazy scenes interrupt this backdrop:
dark hues of black and red clashing destructively into one another, anger and
terror immixed; then swirling reds, blues and whites, merging in patriotic,
defiant solidity that melds into dunes of tan.
Events speckle the rest of the egg's surface: a peek into the lives of
strangers, or a trilogy of sagas flowing forward or backward.
The 80s
Family Sitcom Egg
Lush
green grass and white picket fences line the egg's surface, while capering
canine forms in scruffy ochre play in the perfect harmony of its oval
shape. Perfect harmony reigns between
the landscape and bright baby blue sky, lined with chalk-white wisps, just
right in their puffiness. Only one dark
cloud threatens this ideal setting, a red shape looming near the bottom,
threatening to spoil the oh-so gosh-darn pretty picnic.
Maia
Cocoa
brown eyes peer from her walnut complexion, their warmth deep set in a slender
face framed with a halo of unruly hair
the color of an ebon night sky. The wild curls that once fell to mid-back have
been shorn, only reaching to her chin now, they twist and turn, each coil
poking out in a different direction. A
deep red shade stains her full lips beneath a long, graceful nose that accents
the exotic flare of her. A slim neck and torso curve into lanky legs
full of the power of one accustomed to
the rigors of heat and sand.
Crisp,
thin linen of palest cream ripples down her frame, the loose tunic and matching trous billowing between snug cuffs
and belt, the better to cool the body
from the sweltering heat of the Sands. The sides of the tunic are slightly
pleated, giving her more room as her swelling abdomen requires and allowing
this outfit to take her well to the end of her pregnancy. Loose sandals allow dust onto her feet, but
that's just an excuse for a nice soak
later.
The
intricate knot of a Senior Weyrwoman is worn proudly on her shoulder; black and
white for Telgar Weyr, and purest gold for Qamrath.
She is
awake and looks alert.
J'avia
Her
head is a mass of soft copper curls, spilling over her shoulders and down her
back into a loose braid. Her smile is warm and welcoming, her amber eyes
inviting converstaion. She's quite petit, her frame non-imposing, and her
height topping out at 5'5. But, despite her first impression of timid and
small, a silent fire burns the amber embers of her eyes and many years of
dragon riding courses through well toned muscles. She has a presence that
surrounds her, a confidence in everything she does, and still that mischivous
twinkle hiding behind it all.
Deep,
shining hues of brassy browns and bronzes crease their way down the wherhide
riding jacket, ending at midthigh. Soft undercolorings of light tan sienna play
just beneath the swirl of colors, making the material seem to move of its own
accord. Soft fur lines the jacket,peeking out at the cuffs and hemlines, a much
needed protection from the cold. A wide belt circles her waist, shifting in
color from antique to copper in smooth fluid motion; small metal loops dot the
belt, ready for straps or gear. Riding pants fit her snugly, while her gloves
tightly follow the gentle curve of her hand, but still allow the free range of
movement. Matching boots round out the ensemble, lacing up the sides to her
knees. Proudly affixed to J'avia's knot
is Skyskimmer Badge, J'avia.
On her
shoulder is a knot of two cords, black and white in a double loop, with a single
gold tassle hanging in the center to denote her as a Wingleader. Mingled into
all of that are thin strands of mahogany brown, one of the many colors on the
hide of Pralanth. And pined with pride at the top of her knot is a roundel
badge of purple and white, the colors of HealerHall.
She is
awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.
Carrying:
Map Furelise
Sinon
Sk'lar
Rukbat-gilded
hair of varnished mahogany tops this young man's head despite being rooted deep
in a rogue's shadow. Olive-complexion attunes his youthful face, only
furthering the character of the single dimple upon his left cheek and the
blanch of a hair-thin scar that trims the opposite dark eyebrow. Copper's
shavings flicker in the saturated depths of his sepia-imbued eyes, lending a
sparkle to an otherwise dark presence. His form seems to have acquired the low
swell of toned muscles, molding themselves to his moderately tall frame with an
almost lupine grace.
Carefully
sewn and cured forest green leathers hang just right on Sk'lar; they are
neither too tight or too loose, but made to allow ease of movement without the
nuisance of superfluous material. The high collar trails off into a slant so
that the top may be clasped with two bronzen pips just at the start of his
arm-both of which are covered fully with the same thick green hide which then
tucks into large, sturdy gloves. The front panel is obviously lined with some
sort of dark gray fur, glinting in the light that it catches as it's tucked
into the thick belt, metal loops upon it highly polished. Leggings are almost
so thick as to be puffy with off-white bands above and below the knee that may
be pulled to adjust the fit as the rider so desires. The final band secures
itself just above the ankle of shiny black hide boots.
Black
and White twine about, dressed with a thread of shining bronze. The knot it
new, proving not only that he is a member of Telgar Weyr, but the Weyrleader.
The badge of the StarFire wing is not far from it.
He is
awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Japa-Egg-1 Titania
In the
galleries, Kalaera has arrived.
In the
galleries, Ausys has arrived.
In the
galleries, Rupa has arrived.
In the
galleries, L'nna has arrived.
The
dragons are humming!! The eggs are
rocking!! It's time for a hatching at
Telgar Weyr!!
Entered
by Maia (#6966) at Fri Aug 15 21:32:55 2003 CDT
In the
galleries, K'ai has arrived.
In the
galleries, Caitlin has arrived.
In the
galleries, L'nna deigns to grace the common folk with her presence in the main
part of the galleries. Slummin' it, she
is. Bright smiles, slightly regla
(regal) are flashed at one and all.
In the
galleries, K'ai shows up shortly after L'nna, her usual bowl of mush in tow as
she finds somewhere to sit where she can watch, and run off with relative ease.
In the
galleries, Ausys is of this aforementioned common folk, and is therefore here
before the crowd (more or less), watching boggle-eyed at the.. nothing
happening on the Sands. Yes. She's /that/ common.
In the
galleries, Rupa is in a foul mood-- obvious with her amber eyes burning holes
into anyone that gets in her way or the fact that she had left Saynth back on
the ledges. She's swatting at a few 'lizards clinging to her side while making
her way towards one of the more better seats.
In the
galleries, Denzel slouches lazily somewhere in the back, his long legs
stretched out over the seat in front of him despite complaints from the folks
nearby that he's taking up too much room.
In the
galleries, Caitlin steps off the ledges down to the galleries, snuggled close
to her chest is a little pouch, from which some dark hair and a small head can
be seen and that's about all. She turns
to scan the galleries, seeking a vacant spot, a place with a good vantage spot.
In the
galleries, Curling her long legs underneath her, the grey haired rider curls
into a convenient spot with the grace of a twenty year old... well, one with a
trick knee, but nevertheless, it's pretty good for her age. "Hurry it up, Sk'lar. I blame you." Inside joke. NEver
mine.... never mind. (OOC: Raw)
In the
galleries, Kalaera quietly weaves her way through the gathering crowds, trying
to be as subtle as possible and not to draw any attention to herself, she slips
onto an empty spot near the back of the murmuring masses, one hand lifting to
brush a stray hair from her cheek. Let
the show begin.
In the
galleries, Ausys would be the one sitting in front of Denzel -- his legs
hanging over the back of /her/ seat. The sweetstick that (magically appeared)
is in her hand is prodded at his leg as she turns to give him a pointed look.
Off, you.
In the
galleries, Caitlin spots a space, right by Kalaera and makes her way over
there, pity that Kalaera was trying not to draw attention to herself, Cait just
happened to be looking that way and saw her and went off in that direction and
settled herself down next to her "Hello Kalaera." she greets, an
unreadable tone to her voice.
In the
galleries, K'ai spots Caitlin and heads over in that direction, mostly because
of Taikan. Sitting down she passes her
empty mush bowl to a passing drudge before asking quietly, "Can I hold
him?"
In the
galleries, Kalaera suddenly finds herself being addressed by name -- so much
for being inconspicuous. She casts a
quick glance at Caitlin, along with a recognizing smile: "Oh, hello Caitlin! Is Telgar ready for yet another batch of
weyrlings?" Evidently, Caitlin's
tone is indeed unreadable.
In the
galleries, "Have those eggs so much as twitched yet?" Grumbles Rupa
towards one of the random people that have gathered there to watch the show.
She drops into a seat with enough room for several other people beside her...
if they dared to sit next to the greenrider.
In the
galleries, Caitlin smmiles as K'ai joins her and she glances down at Taikan and
then at K'ai, slightly reluctant to give up her son and then she nods and then
shakes her head smiling in amusement "You have changed K'ai." She
says, slipping and untying the pouch off her and gently passing Taikan to
K'ai. She turns back to Kalaera and
raises a brow at her "Interesting to see you here Kalaera, well ready or
not, here they come at least."
J'avia
has arrived.
In the
galleries, Denzel just gives Ausys a solemn glance in reply and shuffles his
legs over slightly but does not remove them from the seats in front of
himself. A man needs room to stretch
you know...
In the
galleries, Ausys is now next to Rupa. (Ph34r.) "That'n might've, I
think," she answers brightly, gesturing with the sweetstick towards.. the
eggs in general. It's rather hard to be specific from this far away. ANd, with
the sweetstick still in hand, she stabs it at Denzel's leg. Arr.
In the
galleries, L'nna looks up as J'avia ambles onto the piping hot sands. A wave of a slender hand and a quirked grin
is offered to her friend who, probably, won't even notice. You know, it being buysy and all.
J'avia
gives a little curtsies to the sire and dam, strolling over towards Maia with a
grin and little excited raise of her brows. She keeps quiet though, simply here
to help with candidates and the newly paired.
In the
galleries, Meri has arrived.
In the
galleries, K'ai grins, "Pregnancy does that to a woman." She then carefully holds Taikan while
watching the sands, waiting for the candidates to show up. She's got her eyes out for a couple select
ones. The babe in her arms is lightly
bounced to keep him happily moving so that he doesn't start bawling over not
being in his momma's arms.
In the
galleries, "Well, Caitlin, I love Hatchings. When Zarekaith informed me that the dragons were humming, I took
the opportunity to come and see.
Besides, it's only respectful, no?" Kalaera smiles cheerily at the greenrider with a slight shrug and
a quick wave to K'ai. She glances
briefly at Taikan and smiles: "He's quite adorable. How old is he now?"
In the
galleries, Denzel huffs faintly as he's stabbed with the sweetstick and
reluctantly removes his legs from the chair, though he remains slouched so much
that his knees nearly bump the chair's back.
In the
galleries, Rupa squints her eyes towards said egg. "Well, they better be
poppin' soon, 'cause I'm not waiting 'round forever." She peels off the
smallest firelizard from her leathers and then glances over her shoulder at the
boy with the legs. Yes, Denzel. And then back towards the front.
Sk'lar
takes a deep breath, moving a hand down to tug down at the front of his tunic,
and then glances askance to J'avia. "You brought the alcohol, right? I'm
not going to sit this whole time on the sands without something to drink. And I
don't mean simple juice."
Maia
gives J'avia a bit of a wave, her eyes glancing toward Qamrath then back to the
eggs. The gold doesn't look too happy
that her eggs are about to hatch, she'd rather keep them right here with her. She laughs at bit as Sk'lar asks for the
alcohol, "Hey, if I can't have any, neither can you." She pats her rounded midsection, "It'll
be juice for both of us."
In the
galleries, Ausys triumphs! Or in any case, she turns around to send a pleased
beam at Denzel (boy with the legs. har.) before casting a puzzled look at Rupa.
"The dragons're hummin'," she points out. "I think they'll be
hatchin' soon. Wanna' sweetstick?"
In the
galleries, L'nna comes to life, springing from her chair to plink herself next
to Meri. "Meeeriiii." Whimsy
lights her crow-footed eyes -- quite different from the prissy pissy princes of
before. "I haven't seen you in
awhile. Apparenly you too decided to
join us for this...auspicious occasion."
In the
galleries, Caitlin nods at Kalaera "I suppose." she relents carefully,
seems she might be in a mood about something and she smiles at K'ai
"Perhaps, all those hormones."
And like a tennis match she turns her head back to Kalaera "4
months or there abouts." She
glances back down at the sands, checking she has not missed anything, like
Tarlin's appearance and then back at Taikan to see that he is alright in
someone elses arms.
Sk'lar
snorts, flickering a glance askance to Maia. Does he really looks as if he
cares? He reaches over to give the humming Kahlendroth a token pat on the paw.
"Juice for you, and I will have the juice with a /kick/."
In the
galleries, Denzel quirks his lips at the ladies in front of himself, then
returns to watching, gaze casually affixed upon the sands. The slouch doesn't change, just grows
deeper, until he gives the appearance of someone nearly asleep, though those
bright blue eyes of his are definitely open.
The 80s
Family Sitcom Egg shakes a little bit, rolling onto its side. Wow, that took a
lot of effort.
Maia
sends the Weyrleader a mock-glare, "Yah, mine comes with a kick,
too." Just not the good kind.
J'avia
gives a worried little look when asked about the wine, did she forget that? But
Maia saves her and she chuckles, maybe they wont notice she doesn't have juice
either, "You drink and you're likely to get sick out here in the
heat."
Dynamic
Industrial Age Egg gives a little shake, just testing the waters.
In the
galleries, Meri attempts to turn her sour features in a pleasant smile -- and
really just ends up looking pained. "Agalith wouldn't let me miss it...
she never does. How are you?" The greenrider isn't known for her
chattiness, or social skills of any variety, but time has taught her that
asking questions of folks like L'nna generally relieves her of the burden of
coming up with interesting things to say.
In the
galleries, Rupa's brow raises just slightly, and her eyes turn to look at
Ausys. "They're hummin, but I don't see the eggs hatching just yet... or
the candidates, for that matter." She sighs in defeat when the little
bronze clings again to her. She turns her head towards the eggs for a long
moment before looking back at the girl beside her. "Sweetstick?
Sure.."
Visions
of Red Fifties Egg just glowers, if an egg is able to glower, that is. It shakes
a little here and there, possibly grumps once, and then goes back to dormancy.
In the
galleries, Kalaera finally begins to wonder why on Pern Caitlin chose to seek
her out -- when suddenly her eyes flicker open at a memory, but only briefly --
quickly, she regains her composure, and distracts by pointing towards the
eggs. "There they go, look! That good ol' dance has begun!" Her eyes narrow as she scouts out the eggs
and then glances towards where the Candidates should soon appear.
Dany
steps lightly onto the sands.
Tarlin
steps lightly onto the sands.
Natishen
steps lightly onto the sands.
Rohanan
steps lightly onto the sands.
Mirenda
steps lightly onto the sands.
Sk'lar
does his best to look innocent. See, innocence. It works on him -if you have an
open mind.
Elyssa
steps lightly onto the sands.
Samiera
steps lightly onto the sands.
Ri
steps lightly onto the sands.
Dany
Wide
spread doe-like eyes glimmer darkly, framed by thick midnight lashes above
which dark arching brows extend. Pert button nose sits cutely above ripe rosy
lips, often quirked into a smile revealing her darling dimples. A rather
elegant bob captures locks of chocolate and mocha feathering slightly about her
heart-shaped face. Her elegant neck leads to lush curves heralding her
femininity in the most beguiling way. Time spent in sweeps and looking after
her life-mate have already whittled her frame to give her an almost angular
appearance beneath her womanly curves. Gold kissed skin belays the hours she
has spend under the warmth of Rukbat's rays.
Rich
cocoa brown enwraps her angular figure with feminine grace, emphasizing those
delightful assets that are a result of Dany's Turns as a wingrider. The jacket
is lined with cream-coloured fleece, soft as silk, and the leather itself is
edged with tiny hand-tooled firelizards along the cuffs and hem. Silver buttons
line the front in regimental fashion; pockets mirror each other, half-hidden
except for the peek of a tie or two. Her trousers are magnificent -- matching cocoa
brown leather snugs against her waist, only to billow out around her feet with
the illusion of being a skirt, when it's not. Her feet poke out, wrapped in
dark black boots which shine delightfully with their newness.
She
wears the customary knot of a Telgari Assistant Weryling Master, white and
black, with a single azure ribbon for the love of her life, her beloved
Tenraith.
She is
awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
ShinyRing
Smiles
are more apt to curl about her lips and let her dimples dance. Dark eyes
sparkle, Seems someone is well and truely besotted
Tarlin
Rich
honeyed hair, straight and fine, is pulled back into a small tail at the back
of her head, silken strands escaping to fall across dark, golden features.
Tawny almond eyes are set within a wide frame of slightly darker lashes, an
occasional hint of verdant hue flashing in their depths. A splash of freckles
washes her cheeks and bridges her pert nose between the impish arch of full
brows. Pouting bowed lips complete the youthful visage while prominent
cheekbones add maturity to her rounded face. Womanhood traces full curves upon
her petite form, months of working in the fields adding definition to hips and
chest with a trim waist-line.
She
wears a white robe, no frills, no fuss, and thick brown sandals that are just a
teensy bit too big for her.
She is
awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Natishen
Thick
black hair, streaked golden by the sun, curves along a high-boned cheek and
flows back from his forehead to be secured at the nape of his neck by a thin
band of dark emerald, caught in a queue which curls between his shoulderblades.
His limber body is no stranger to hard work, muscles showing beneath cocoa
skin, wrapped around long bones and padded by only the thinnest layer of extra
flesh. Lanky, he is, and tall, topping out at four inches over six feet.
Almond-shaped eyes are a bright emerald, a startling contrast to his dark skin,
and his lips are full, somewhat large for his slender face. There's still the
briefest hint of adolescent awkwardness about him, in the form of rough patches
and scrapes along angular elbows and knees.
There's
no doubt that the robe that drapes across Natishen's overly tall form is not of
his making. The seams are even and neat, the length neither too long nor too
short, but brushing against the back of his calves. It skims over his form, not
quite confining, but neither is it loose. Sleeveless, the ebony skin of arms
and legs are displayed to good effect against the pristine whiteness of the
drape, and the simple sash surrounding his waist holds it close to his form.
He is
awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Mirenda
Shining,
silky obsidian hair is possibly the only attractive thing about this woman: the
soft black tresses fall to her back, though usuallyend up pulled back in some
sort of way, as it isn't terribly easy to care for. Her face is rather thing
and diamond shapes, with roughly hewn cheekbones and an almost pointing chin.
Her nose is slim and slightly upturned, making it seem to point outwards in an
awkward way. Her lips are full and pink, though more than often worn in a
scowl, so it's hard to find them attractive. Her eyes are large and almond
shaped, their irises being a very pale grey. A layer of freckles liberally
speckle her cheek and nose, spreading a few spots onto her forhead and chin.
Her body isn't much more to look at: she seems to be nothing but skin and
bones, with all too obvious joints and knobbly knees. Her limbs are all
excessively long, landing her at about six feet tall, hich only makes her look
all the more awkward and gaunt. Her skin is somewhat tanned; not enough to be
impressive, though she obviously doesn't spend all of her time inside, either.
Dappled freckles also dust her shoulders, arms and back quite freely.
Leached
of all color, this snowy white candidates robe fairly gleams on its wearer.
Pallid swatches of fabric tumble loosely about her form disguising her curves
from collarbone to knee. Simply and clumsily stitched there are a few
highlights to be made mention of, namely the slotted neckline that plunges in a
straight line to offer teasing glimpses of skin whenever she moves. There are
no sleeves to cover her arms. And only bare hints of seams along the edges all
else is exposed with the exception of her feet, which are clad in sturdy
sandals.
She is
awake and looks alert.
She's
actually very calm at the moment.
Elyssa
Dark
auburn hair flows loosely about the head of this adolescent, revealing the oval
face underneath. Bright and doe-eyed,
orbs the color of slate blue carry a sparkle within them. Moving down, nose is well proportioned and
lips are of a dusty rose. Next comes
slender neck that moves down into soft shoulders. The rest of her body flows like water to her feet, the curves are
well developped for one still in her teens.
A
simple, but very well stitched, white robe, that hugs her form in a tailored
way. Her long hair is tied back wiht a
simple piece of leather. On her feet,
sandles are the only protection from the heat of sand.
She is
awake and looks alert.
Dany
makes her way towards the Weyrleader and the Queenrider with a little nod of
her head. "Hey I'm sorry we're late. They had to preen, and you simply just don't
interrupt a preening candidate."
And that is Dany's greeting to the 'Leaders. The dragons however get the properly respectful bow.
Samiera
Wavy
stands of hair fall from the crown of Samiera's head. Portions along the
front-most come to chin level, angled to rest along her rounded jaw-line, while
the cut gradually grows shorter as it moves back; ending in short strands that
curl onto themselves at the very base of her head. Small portions of her hair
have been gathered, thin strands of hair at various points that are braided
into thin tails and tied off with small bands of black-cord. Gently arched
brows rest above lash rimmed eyes; her nose positioned below in equal
proportions to her soft facial features, lips beneath her nose and just above
her round chin.
Palest
of light spreads over the soft folds of fabric that drape over Samiera's
shoulders. Dropping down into a small, rounded neckline. The shoulders end in a
straight enough line, leaving plain holes from which bare arms extend. The robe
continues to fall from there, without much grace or cut to allow it a proper
form-fitting fit as it travels past her waist and hips to end in a light swirl
of fabric about her knees. Unadorned, undecorated, all to plain and simplistic,
it can only be a traditional Candidates robe. Barefeet bare a mark of tradition
as well, for Samiera has decided to brave the sands sans any form of
foot-protection.
She is
awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Ri
A
slightly built young woman, barely five feet in height, with light brown hair
wrapping her head in riotous curls about her face and spilling down her back,
usually in a rider's braids with a few stray curls managing to whimsically
frame her face. Her cerulean blue eyes are large and forthright, surrounded by
long deep lashes and set perfectly in her face, between pert nose and above a
rosebud mouth of deep peach hue. Her skintone, a lighter peach shade warms and
blushes easily.
A slide
of charcoal grey leather graces the diminutive greenrider's form. Trous of snug
fit, flowing from waist to hip to ankle.. snugged into rich black hide boots
laced to knee. Jacket is buckled tightly against chest and waist, fur lined
collar held against throat with dull silver fastenings. Black fur wraps at
wrists as well, while black hide gloves ride tucked into her belt, ready for
wearing. Proudly affixed to Ri's knot
is WindDancer Badge.
Proudly
born on one shoulder is the knot of the Telgar Weyr WeyrlingMaster, deep
emerald green ribbon woven into the intricate black and white of the Hold
colors.
She
admits to 20-something...
She is
awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Ri's Wingleader Manual Arro
Surliclen
Rohanan
Already
quite tall for his age, this boy's frame is beginning to catch up. No longer is
he as lanky from his early teenage-era, but he has started to fill-out, just as
any young male should when he grows with age. Soon enough, he'll become a bit
taller, more than the 5' 10 that he is now, and more muscled, from his life of
farming. His looks are becoming less
awkward, with youthful hazel eyes and his bronzen hair, cropped short, so as
not to conceal his handsome, tanned face.
He is
wearing a simple white candidates Robe, just the perfect thing for those
unexpected Hatchings.
In the
galleries, K'ai laughs, "Or I'm just growing up finally Caitie
dear." She winks and starts to
lightly rock Taikan to sleep while her eyes stay fixed on the sands, "Wish
they'd .. oooo! There they
are." Though she waits until all
she's watching for are out to get really exacited.
In the
galleries, Ausys pops a numerous array of sweetsticks out from nowhere, it
would appear, ticking off various kinds for Rupa to choose from -- "mint,
redfruit, citron, red grape, klah, cinnamon" -- until.. "Ooooh, look!
Candidates!" Beam. "Told you th' eggs'd be hatchin'."
Edwardian
Roses Egg shimmies a bit in it's cradle of sand, but receives a bump and a
glare from it's mother. You, stay put. And it goes still again. For now.
In the
galleries, L'nna waves her hand at the sands, eyebrows aloft. "Friend's
kid is out... oh! There she is. The one that came out first." A finger
points Tarlin-wards. "I sorta felt
obligated to come be her cheerleader.
Nice lady."
Ri
offers her bows to the golds and bronzes andthen takes her place to the back,
ready to assist as candidates become weyrlings.. or victims.
Dany
makes her way towards the Weyrleader and the Queenrider with a little nod of
her head. "Hey I'm sorry we're late. They had to preen, and you simply just don't
interrupt a preening candidate."
And that is Dany's greeting to the 'Leaders. The dragons however get the properly respectful bow.
Soda
Pop Fizz Fifties Egg wiggles effervescently, almost jiving along to it's own
beat.
Tarlin
steps out onto the sands, her shoulders back, and chin out, though her eyes
give off the deer-in-headlights impression.
She sweeps a respectful bow towards both parents and then takes her
place between Nate and Mire.
In the
galleries, Rupa snaps her head back towards the sands as soon as the
candidates' arrivals has been mentioned. She edges towards her seat and smiles,
slightly, for the first time that night. Then she waves a hand in Ausys's
direction. "Guess you're right. Finally. An', I'd take a redfruit."
All this without glancing once away from the sands.
Mirenda
momentarily forgets what to do, but it all comes back to her and she bows to
the gold and bronze dragons in proper respect before huddling with her
appropriate Candi group.
Era in
the Making Egg shivers ever so slightly, not at all in the mood to get into the
swing of things just yet.
In the
galleries, Meri follows the imaginary line between L'nna's finger and Tarlin,
then nods, "She looks nice enough. Whose kid is she?" Meri might know
her too, and while Meri'd be a pretty awful cheerleader, Agalith's a pro --
Tarlin'd be lucky to have the green cheering her on, yes.
Maia
grins at Dany, "Yes, I'm sure that would be horrible." She eyes the candidates as they step out
onto the sands.
Samiera
moves in with the flow of the white-robed ones. Crossing the sands and coming to a stop to offer the half-bow
towards Qamrath, Kahlendroth, Maia and Sk'lar alike, before she pulls herself
back a few paces. Turning on her heel and then crossing to help close in the
loose semi-circle forming around the clutch of eggs. Her hands offered out to any that'd grasp them, and giving a
light squeeze to each in return before she takes a steadying breath. "And here we go."
Rohanan
makes his way out on to the sands Hot on the heels of the candidate before
him. Which is really rather lucky
considering that the Candidate before him remembers to bow long before he
does. And what a graceful bow it is, I
guess being the hier to an entire farm gets you some manners after all.
Natishen
wasn't the preening one this time. So don't blame him. Offering a very correct
bow to both dragons and riders, he heads after Tarlin, nearly stepping on her
heels in an effort to keep close to her. She's his life-line, see. And he's not
risking losing her to one of the nearby Candidates.
In the
galleries, Caitlin nods at K'ai "Perhaps you are, tis a relief for me if
you are." She jokes and perhaps
she sees the dawning in Kalaera's eyes and perhaps not but she allows for
herself to be distracted and eyes the sands "Indeed, and how are things in
the other weyr, many eligible dragonriders?" she says in an aside to
Kalaera, seemingly oh so innocently
In the
galleries, K'tan has arrived.
Dany
smiles. "Is there any wine out on
the sands? Or are we keeping it healthy
with water?" She asks, her large
doe-eyes misting slightly.
"Shouting at people works up an awful thirst dontcha know?"
Sk'lar
is still not seeing anyone getting him alcohol. Figures. He becons a finger to
one rider, mutters something about something with a 'kick' and then sends the
rider off. That knot is worth something. He straightens back up, and looks out
to the candidates as they file in. "Who searched these people?"
Certainly not him. He scans over the group with a frown.
Elyssa
takes deep deep breaths as she steps onto the sands, and stiffles a little
eep. She sweeps a bow to the clutch
mommy and daddy, and their lifemates.
Then is off to find Han and Sami to hold hands with, making sure she
gets to hold the male candidate's name, although she tries to be subtle about
it. Sure, subtle doesn't really work
when your hopping from one foot to the next trying desperately to keep cool.
In the
galleries, Ausys separates a (presumably) redfruit-flavored sweetstick to hand
it over to Rupa, swatting at some random kidlet hand reaching over to snag one
or two before she manages to hide them again. Mua. "Ooh, it's Tarlin! And
Sami!" Cheer. Ahem.
Visions
of Red Fifties Egg shakes once more, gently dislodging itself from the rest of
the group. Here we go...
Peace,
Love and Mungbeans Egg shimmers in the heat of the sands, appearing to almost
sway with some sort of mystic beat. But it's far too soon for this star to
shine, and thus all falls quiet again.
In the
galleries, Weyrsinger's mouth opens slightly, then even more. "K'/tah/n>?" she squeaks,
boggling intelligently at the new arrival. "You decided to leave the
vaults of your weyr and rejoin the living I see.
Maia
sighs a bit. All these riders asking
for wine. She leans back a bit and rubs
at her back, it ain't easy being pregnant and stuck on the Sands. "Where'd I put that stool of
mine?" She looks around for
it. There's no way she's standing up
for this whole thing.
Tarlin
offers Nate an encouraging smile, though she probably appears almost as
overwhelmed as he. She holds a hand out
towards him, and another towards Mirenda, this being the common practice for
candidate groups on the sands. She
takes a deep breath, eyes shifting over each and every egg, noting which are
moving, and which are not.
Visions
of Red Fifties Egg is nothing but one little ball of burgeoning hate. It almost
seems to throb upon the sands for a moment, the creature within testing the
bounds of the confining shell as it swells to the breaking point. Indeed, it
does break, and with a resounding shatter. Jagged bits of shell cascade onto
the sands, littering them, and showing off a hatchling that refuses to be held
by any restraints. She calls all the shots now: Dancing the Night Away Green
Hatchling.
Dancing
the Night Away Green Hatchling
An
extraordinarily unpopular chartreuse paints her sylph's form, giving this
draconic outcast a presence all her own. Branching beyond the typical green's
ideal, barriers are broken with a smashed asunder bottle green that glitters in
a chaos of phantom shards along her body's supple length. Artistic swirls dance
along the plane of wings' wide canopy with a smattering of rose-quartz to
tickle her token greens. Beauty and talent merge haphazardly along the almost
fine-boned structure of her form, lending a touch of chaos to her life, but a
richness that casts her far and away from the olive mundane.
Rohanan
straightens up from his bow, and appears to have much the same thoughts as
Elyssa as his eyes Search her out, and his legs move him closer. "Good Luck." He whispers, squeezing her hand and begining
the age-old Candidate-on-very-hot-sands dance.
Dynamic
Industrial Age Egg shimmy and rocks back and forth, giving a good try at
hatching and looking like it might actually be the first, but just as suddenly
as it starts, it stops and goes dormant.
In the
galleries, Rupa bobs her head quietly as she received the sweetstick. She pops
an end to her mouth and bites it off. Not that she is really giving the treat
any attention. "That Samiera is sure to Impress." Another nod of her
head. The greenrider might even have marks on the girl. "Oh, green! Good
one, hatching first an' all."
Soda
Pop Fizz Fifties Egg starts to really get into it's new groove man. The bubbles
start to really rocket up the side of the shell as there appears to be a subtle
shifting and cracking of what was once a very solid surface.
Mirenda
looks out over the eggs and stands there motionless, except for the hand that
slips into Tarlin's. Her eyes sweep the sands once more and catch the green hatchling.
A soft, "wow" escapes her lips but that's about it. She's not one of
the talking types apparently.
The
healer in Ri comes to the fore and grabbing a random assistant sends a
relatively cool skin of water over to Maia. At least she can try to stay
comfortable in the heat of the sands and admist the excitement of the day. As
eyes stray to the dancing eggs, she sighs. "It's gonna be a long
weyrlinghood, I think." Anyone wanna argue can find someone else to talk
to right now.
Kalaera
breaks into a chuckle at Caitlin's inquiry even as she casually waves a hand
towards the greenrider. "My dear, there are /always/ eligible bachelors at
Igen -- come see for yourself, if you like!
You're always welcome -- ooh!
Candidates!" Kala's eyes
widen in anticipation as she spots them on the sands; suddenly, she waves and
points. "The first has arrived!
How wonderful! And a healthy little green, too."
Elyssa
eeeks as an egg nearby shatters.
"Wow! it's already
happening?" She grins at Han,
"You too. I know your gonna
impress, I just know it." She eyes
the green, "Hey, I got to touch that egg." She looks over to the Soda pop fizz Egg, "Ohhh...the pink one
is moving! Do you see sami?"
Natishen
twines his fingers with Tarlin, shooing off another Candidate who inches a bit
too close to him for comfort. A whimper behind him gets his attention, and he
holds that free hand out to Jastril, who takes it in both of hers, looking
frightened. "They won't eat you," he mutters to her, before pausing.
"Right?" is asked of Tarlin, somewhat worriedly.
In the
galleries, K'tan comes up the stairs looking around. He looks clean and freshly bathed. He looks around and smiles, heading right for Caitlin. He leans down to kiss the top of her head
and settles next to her. "Hello
love."
Sami's
indeed giving Elyssa a small return squeeze of the hand. Her gaze briefly landing on the other as a
whispered comment of, "Best luck," Towards the ex-weaver is offered. But then it's onto watching the eggs before
her. Alert to those in her immediate
vision, though every so often one that twitches catches her peripheral vision
and is glanced at. Her feet only doing
the smallest of shuffes, bare toes wiggling lightly in the grainules of sand as
Sami does the 'mind over matter' approach to the heat. What heat?
"Mm. I hope it stays well
over there too." To the pink egg,
that is. Pink begets evil.. we all know that.
In the
galleries, K'ai smirks, "Tired of me being a little brat trying to take
your man Caitie?" She winks and
lifts a brow as she spots a green, "Yolieth is glad a green was
first." At K'tan's arrival she
wriggles her fingers as well as she can holding Taikan.
Edwardian
Roses Egg isn't listening to its mother. It starts a slow rocking motion, back
and forth, back and forth. Just a bit.
Dany
smiles as she eyes the stool, but stealing it from a pregnant woman is just
plain naughty, and besides there are too many witnesses. Instead she concentrates her attention upon
the Sands. "Oooh Lookit! Green!" She points. Yup she's all
outta the big words now.
Dancing
the Night Away Green Hatchling slowly pulls herself out of the shells of the
egg, flicking a foot here and there to send little bits of red away. She draws
herself up into an elegant pose, takes one step forward, and literally falls
upon her face.
In the
galleries, Caitlin shakes her head "I am quite fine thank you very much,
quite content here at Telgar, I don't need to go searching in another weyr for
other rider's men." she says pointedly and then smiles as K'tan comes to
join them. She leans against him and
winks across him towards K'ai "Perhaps, perhaps." She pauses and smiles "Indeed, Elegath
declares it is always lucky if a green is first."
Tarlin
shakes her head absently as she watches that green emerge. "Green,"
she whispers, then frowns. That's not a
good sign for her betting average. She
offers a smile to Nate and beyond to Jastril.
"They won't eat you."
She considers warning the frightened candidate away from standing in the
way of a charging dragon, but figures it'll only frighten her more. Let Nate deal with her.
In the
galleries, Zehavia has arrived.
Maia
spots her stool and snags it, she sits down just in time to see the green. "Pretty one, she is.." she says to
Sk'lar. Like they're their babies as
well as those of their lifemates.
In the
galleries, Ausys lets out a squeak of dismay. "/Green/? But I put down
marks that it'd be a brown first!" Sniff. Pause. "Pretty green,
though. So bright. Like.. something really really bright." A non-Pernese
neon sign, for example.
Rohanan
snorts. "Kinda stuck between a
rock and a hard place there really. If
I 'Impress my Mum'll kill me. But if I
don't well It would be kinda depressing."
He's really just making idle chit-chat, much the same way as anyone
would when it comes to nervous chatter.
In the
galleries, K'tan leans over to K'ai to kiss his son and grins at K'ai.
"Heya, L'i." That said he
gives Kalaera a salute. "Heya
Weyrwoman." He eyes Caitlin
curiously. "What is this about you going to Igen?"
Soda
Pop Fizz Fifties Egg be-bops right on over onto its side, adding a final dip to
the sands. There is a shimmy, a shake, and definitely a quake. What is this? Is
there more green than pink to that coloring? Without further ado, the egg is
split asunder with a near explosion of shards. Bubbled blue shell sails through
the air to litter about; tiny droplets of goo rain after to quench the parched
sands for but a brief moment. But it is what is left behind that is the most
eye-catching. A true creature of the sand. She is the Jewel of the Desert Sands
Green Hatchling.
Jewel
of the Desert Sands Green Hatchling
The
distinctive luster of antique nephrite races across every delightful curve and
angle of her exotic figure: where jade does not burn it smolders, while dusty
onyx breathes its way up lofty limbs to her torso, fading into mystical
radiance. The same ebon hue settles around her large eloquent eyes before
sweeping down the rest of her equine features, reined in only by the argentate
snip nestled between her magnificent nostrils. Her ridges and spars are just as
dusky, perfect complement to brilliant emerald sails that uplift so small and
unexpectedly graceful a form.
Natishen
is ignoring the green. Yes. It's female, see, and while he definately has an
eye for the opposite sex, dragons don't quite qualify. And why would he Impress
/green/ when he's so definately bronze material. Right? "Just stick with
me," he whispers to Jastril as she squeels at the sight of the green.
"I'll try not to let you get trampled." Opperative word: Try.
"Yes, it's green," is noted drolly to Tarlin. "See any
bronzes?" He cranes his neck, looking around. Not bronze. Second green.
Pooh.
In the
galleries, Kalaera grins, evidently missing where that little barb was directed
at: namely, her. "Precisely, which
is why I never have to. The men seem to
just come to Igen on their own -- well hello, K'tan! No need for the formalities, of course," she says with a
casual shrug.
Mirenda
frowns as the green falls but doesn't say anything. Nope. She just hopes the
dragon finds who she's looking for before she really hurts herself. Tarlin is
still clinged to and the Candi shifts her feet a bit as the heat is getting to
them. The second green hatchling is seen but not reacted to. Nope. This
candidate is an unreactive one...except when her feet are hot and cause her to
dance in place.
Elyssa
looks a little worried as the green takes a face dive into the sand. "Oh dear! Can they hurt themselves?
Shouldn't one of the riders be checking on her?" She looks around, to see if anyone
approaches her, but they aren't. She
does the dance of the hot sands and stops as the pink egg shatters, "Oh oh oh oh oh!! She's georgous!" Then she realizes that both her feet are
still in the sand at the same time and she jumps up off the sand with both
feet. "OUCH!"
Samiera
absently tilts her head, her gaze finally catching sight of the green on the
sands. And while a response would come
from spotting it, it is cut off upon seeing the form of the /newest/ green
hatchling. Samiera's only
response? A small 'o' formed with her
lips, and a slightly wonderous smile.
But then she's shaking her head, her hands absently offering squeezes.
"Looks good so far guys." Minus the small face-plant of the first
dragon. But she's not really going to
mention that.
In the
galleries, Rupa is leaning forward, idly crunching on her sweetstick, and
watching the sands with interest. "I think I like that new green
there," she comments, pointing. "Two green already. It's going to be
a good clutch." It is either the rider or her green lifemate talking.
Either way, isn't green a nice color?
Dancing
the Night Away Green Hatchling gently pulls herself back up, head shaking from side
to side now instead of her foot. Nothing like a good dusting of sand to greet
one into the world. And, naturally, comes the sneeze, from that rather... large
snout of her's. But, she climbs to her feet once more, resilient. Now, off to
find her perfect partner. Anyone up for a good dance?
Tarlin
is clung to. She lifts her brows,
amused, at Mirenda, then turns her attention towards the dragons. Attention, out there, not here.
"Another green," she mutters, then grins at Nate. "They're supposed to be blue."
Jewel
of the Desert Sands Green Hatchling emerges from her continement with a
glorious burst of color. However the
expression on her face seems to indicate that was not what she had planned /at
all/. Really! Her eyes cross as she attempts to try out her brand new
legs. However the mechanic's seem to
escape her at this point as her attempt at a prance turns into something more
like a drunken lurks. It's okay, that
shell was already cracking anyways.
Sk'lar
scratches a hand along the line of his jaw, peering at the greens that are now
upon the sands. He shoots a glance up to Kahlen, questioning. "Did you
know about this? Greens, eh?" Kahlendroth doesn't quite shrug, but still
looks smug.
The 80s
Family Sitcom Egg is shifting once again, rocking up against one of the others
as if getting comfy.
In the
galleries, Ausys's nose wrinkles as the second green hatches -- "So that's
two marks gone," is muttered to herself, one eyebrow quirking. "Oh,
dear. Dreadful. Tarlin and Sami /have/ to Impress, and that boy from Nerat,
too. Or I won't have anything left. --that green is /so/ unattractive,"
she confides to Rupa, apparently meaning the second one.
Ri is
pleased that greens have shown so far.Because as everyone knows, greens do rule
a weyr. But.. what candidate actually deserves such a pair of dragons? Tarlin?
Naw... not that one, not on a green. Brown, maybe. Han,.. possible... and say..
Renda? But then again...the shy girlon a green could be interesting as well.
Dany
watches the Hatching avidly. "OOH
another Green." She enthuses,
before turning to face Sk'lar.
"Perhaps this lot is defective.
But Can't say no to more greens can we?" She asks, And of course, her Tenraith will never say no to more
greens.
Natishen
chuckles at Tarlin, amused. "No, one needs to be bronze so he can pick
me," comes the laughing whisper. Is he really that concieted, or just
having fun. Jastril ooohs softly as the second green makes her appearance, but
she still slides closer to Nate, looking worried. "Still," he
murmurs. "They're kind of... pretty. In a green kind of way." Both
are given a passing glance, before he looks on.
In the
galleries, Zehavia comes inot the galleries with her husband, Kailen, in tow.
But the pair seem quiet and somewhat disturbed by all the fuss. Both moving to
the side and finding a spot where they can see the sands, "Look, there he
is." whispers Zev with that motherly tone, a tiny smile gracing her lips
as she says it. But that is all she says, silently sitting with Kai and watching.
In the
galleries, K'ai oos as another green hatches, "Double luck there. They're so cute and tiny." She glances down at the babe in her arms to
make sure nothing's wrong there and then back to watching.
Elyssa
looks back and forth from one green to the other. "I don't know if I could say which one's cuter. That one," The Jewel, "looks as if she didn't mean to hatch at
all." Grinning she looks at the
Dancer, "And this one thinks she's a little more graceful than she
is." Who is she talking to? Anyone close enough to listen.
Maia
glances between Sk'lar and Dany, and muses.
"Nothing wrong with greens."
She glances up at Qamrath, sitting proudly watching her babies emerge to
find their lifemates. "Qami
wouldn't care of the whole lot was green."
In the
galleries, Caitlin shakes her head at K'tan "You know I am not leaving,
Igen is part of my past, quite happy back here at Telgar with you and
Taikan." SHe grins "And I
have to hang around for when K'ai has her baby." she declares and eyes
Kalaera "Indeed, the goldrider glamour, does not mean that people should
not have learnt the word no or hands off though." there another barbed comment.
Mirenda
is already dancing, in place. On the hot hot sands. Ick. Inside there might be
some raging emotions but her face certainly doesn't show it. She's surprised to
see so many greens though. Weren't bronzes a good sign at a hatching though?
Renda mentally shrugs and leaves it at that. She'll just watch for the moment
and silently hope that maybe one of the dragons will find her suitable.
Rohanan
chuckles a little at Elyssa's panic.
"Hey calm down now. I figure we've still got a ways to go yet. After all there are only two dragonets on
the sands and I'm scared you're about to do yourself injury." He winks, before his attention is drawn once
more to the dancing greens.
Samiera
is close enough to listen. And she's
responding to Elyssa.. Whether or not she's suppose to. "They've got goop on them..but they're
still," Sami searches for the right word, "..interesting." It suits. Or at least fits what she was
looking for, because her head gives a small bob before she's turning her gaze
'tween the two greens on the sand. Her
lower lip nibbled once more in slight anticipation or anxiousness. Either of the two would truly fit.
Tarlin
thinks he's really that conceited, and the look she gives him shows it--that
half-cocked grin and the lifted brow.
She gestures towards the greens.
"I bet you'll Impress one of those beauts," she teases. Her arm begins to jog with Mirenda's dancing
and she eyes the candidate on her other side.
"You better not have to go to the bathroom."
In the
galleries, "Ugly?!" Rupa turns her head a moment from the sands to
stare at Ausys. She then shakes her head. "Never call a green ugly.. Nope,
they're cute an' all. Like Sayn-dear." She still smiles and allows her
sticky fingers to be licked by a green 'lizard. See, green. "Sami will
Impress. I have my marks on her."
Dancing
the Night Away Green Hatchling trundles forward, because she is rather good at
trundling once she gets the hang of it. *trundle-trundle-flop* Whoops. There
she goes again, falling forward just
enough to possibly catch a talon in Natishen's robe before she hits the ground.
Is that a rip of cloth? But the green is already quickly gathering her senses
again. Enough of this vacation. She still needs her dancing partner.
All
That Jazz Egg just lurks ominously in the background. It's time will come. Oh
Yes, It's time will come!
In the
galleries, K'tan gives Kalaera a friendly smile and has a moment of
intelligence, rare I know and keeps his big mouth shut and just smiles. He reaches for Caitlin's hand and squeezes
it gently. "Down, girl," he
whispers into her ear.
In the
galleries, Kalaera didn't miss that one.
"Excuse me?" she says, though her tone of voice manages it's
smooth, level tone even above the din of the crowd. She directs a pointed glance towards Caitlin, totally ignoring
K'tan for the moment. "And just
where in Faranth did that comment come from?"
In the
galleries, Kakyuu has arrived.
Ri
says, "Dany, the eggs are not defective!" The demi-rider half-huffs,
half-chuckles and then sighs. Greens are a good thing, trust her. "I am
sure Sk' wouldn't a full clutch of greens, right, Sky-boy?"
Natishen
chuckles under his breath at Tarlin's words. "Me? Impress green?
Hah!" It's then he feels a tug, a rip, and a breeze. "Huh...
what?" Whirling, he claps a hand to his robe, eyes widening as he stares
at the green. "Shoo! Shoo! Look at this, are you on Dany's side?" he
demands, somewhat hysterically. Jastril squeels and thrusts herself under
Nate's arm, using him as a human shield. "Tarlin? Is anything
showing?" he mutters anxiously.
Sk'lar
is smirking once more, looking towards the entrance for that rider he sent on
the alcohol run. "Hrm? Greens. Of course I'm proud we have a few more
daughters to add to the wings." But sure, a few more manly ones would be
nice too.
In the
galleries, Ausys shakes her head at Rupa, runnertail-tied hair flipping back
and forth. "Not /ugly/," she disputes; "unattractive. Lookit
that /color/. Eew." Shudder. "I think that color is.. broken, or
something."
In the
galleries, There's nothing whatsoever wrong with greens. "Hey, Meri... lotsa greens
tonight. Lucky people out there,
eh?" Greens are just little
queens. ^_^ -- L'nna
Mirenda
looks at Tarlin in a funny way, "Um...no. It's just...the sand is
hot." No duh. She stops the dancing and tries to endure the heat on her
soles for a bit longer, resigning to just shifting every once in awhile. Eyes
scan the eggs and hatchlings once again.
In the
galleries, Caitlin eyes Kalaera and opens her mouth and then K'tan takes her
hand and whispers in her ear and she closes her mouth again and then smiles,
feline like and shrugs "Oh no where?
WHy? Did it strike home did it
Kalaera?" she says softly and glances back to the sands "So two
greens, and people think greens are flighty."
Jewel
of the Desert Sands Green Hatchling leans against her unhatched sibling for
support. However, there are urges, and
as much as it is fun to let your attention wander, sometimes these urges lead
you somewhere unexpected. With a tiny
squeally-whuffle the green once again places her wieght upon her legs, her
rather long legs in fact. This time
ambulation is successful as the dragonet wobbles forth to find her perfect
partner.
J'avia
has been keeping a better eye on the galleries than she has on the candidates..
bad Jav! But her vigilance pays off as she spies her sister. She knew she would
come. A glance goes to Rohan and she grins, feeling all the more better about
the whole family situation.
In the
galleries, K'ai frowns towards Ausys, "Green is green and any greens are
good." Um .. yeah?! She then looks to Caitlin and Kalaera,
"Save it for later ladies. Or I'm
moving." She blinks and passes
Taikan to one of his parents quickly before she hops off back towards the stairs
hoping she doesn't run into anyone on the way out. Returning she slips back into a seat, "I miss
anything?"
In the
galleries, "Actually, if I remember the figures correctly, whenever greens
have hatched first here at Telgar -- at least in my lifetime -- we've not
managed to lose any weyrlings during the first betweening lesson." Leave
it to Meri to come up with a figure like that.
Dany
giggles with delight. "That second
one is a little scary. She almost looks
like one of those runners with her legs like that." She comments, ignoring all protestation that
this clutch isn't defective for yet another contraversial tidbit.
Tarlin
follows the green on her descent to the sands, brows lifting once more in
interest as claws catch in Nate's robe.
She looks fore and aft, then shakes her head. "Nope. I can't see
anything, though you better hope there isn't another breeze." She then smiles at Mirenda, stepping back
and trying to pull the other candidate with her--wouldn't want to get mauled,
you know. "Yes, they
are." Notice she isn't doing the
candi-dance. She tosses a quick glance
the way of the WeyrlingStaff. Yes,
she's grateful for the sandals.
In the
galleries, K'tan clears his throat and puts his arm around Caitlin. "Be nice, you." He kisses her on the temple then takes his
son and starts to snuggle him lovingly.
Yes, he's a silly daddy.
Dancing
the Night Away Green Hatchling is simply going to foresake the shooing Natishen
now. Fine. Instead, she two-steps her way across the sands and nearly bumps
into a certain Weyr lad by the name of Talango. Her awkward momentum sends her
upon an inevitable faceplant onto the sands. Well, that is until the
sure-footed teenager (and there are quite a few rumors he is quite the dirty
dancer) is quick to capture her before the fall. "I've got you,
Babyth." T'ango flashes the green a crooked grin before setting her to
rights once more.
In the
galleries, Kalaera shrugs off the greenriders words, intent on enjoying the
flurry of the Hatching. "Actually,
it couldn't have, as I've never consorted with anyone who /wasn't/ claimed. So.
Accuse all you like, though you'd be wasting your breath. And K'ai here has the right of it -- I'm not
about to ruin the joy of a Hatching."
And thus, she turns her attention from Caitlin, and watches the sands.
Samiera's
lips twitch in a small, half smile as the green hooks a portion of Natishen's
robe, though the ex-guard doesn't comment on it for the simple fact that the
other seems to be having enough of a time with the 'situation' as is. A tug on one of her hands as her attention
turning to the Candidate responsible, and leaning in close to hear the whisper
that comes. Before she's straighteing
herself, a small blush of red tinging her cheeks and quite the wide grin on her
face as she shakes her head.
"I..don't think so, no."
Is all she can murmur, before turning her eyes back to those dragons
stumbling about.
In the
galleries, "The color is just fine. A difference for a change." Rupa
nods towards the Jewel green down there on the sands. "It's not as bright
as the other, but still green." She turns a smile towards K'ai, catching
her comment. Don't even think greens are ugly in the presense of many riders of
said color.
Elyssa
hops up and down, "Oh Han! Come
on, how many tiems does someoen find themselves in this position. I'm allowed to be excited." She points to the dancer and then the jewel,
"They look like their determined now." As soon as she says it, the Dancer finds her mate, and she calls
out a "Congrats."
Sk'lar
smirks, looking after Talango... Er, that is T'ango now and the green. Oh, he
just knows those two are going to be trouble. "Why couldn't she have
picked that holder boy in the back there? You know, the ugly one."
Ri
begins the job she has been working towards with this last groups of candidates
and gently leads T'ango (?!?) and Babyth (!?) from the sands to the food with
admiring words and nods. The 'thunderstrike' has hity again and her long days
and nights begin again.
Natishen
stands there awkwardly, one arm surrounding Jastril, his hand curving behind
her to hold his robe shut where the tear nearly reaches his rear. His other
hand is clutching Tarlin's, probably hard enough to hurt at this point. As the
hatchling is shooed away and finds another, he breathes a sigh of relief,
echoed by the shuddering Candidate refusing to leave her position tucked under
his arm. "I thought they weren't supposed to be dangerous if we touched
their eggs?" he asks of Tarlin. Because nearly tearing off his robe is
dangerous, right?
Maia
claps her hands together as the first green Impresses. It's still as exciting as it was the first
time. She swats at Sk'lar, "Hush,
are you going to second guess them all?"
Rohanan
smiles. "I know, but you wouldn't
want to faint before you Impress now would you?" He throws her assurances right back at Elyssa. Mwahahah.
"But excitement is good.
The 80s
Family Sitcom Egg sits blissfully upon the sands, a veritable island of silence
and pleasant thoughts. Well, that is until it is upset with some dysfunctional
egg or another. Seeing as Kahlendroth is the father of this clutch, that really
isn't too far-fetched a notion. **CRACK** The silence is shattered as a crack
zigzags over the shell moments before the rest crumbles. What else is left but
pink.... Pink?!
Pretty
in Pink Blue Hatchling
All the
glory and the blazing beauty of fuchsia shimmers with indolent abandon upon the
gangly form of this rather small dragon. His pinks are proudly adorned as they
race across the narrow expanse of his chest, flash down smooth sides to curl
around his flanks, and then to zip back up the length of his cresting 'ridges
to add just the right about of coy blush just upon those endearing eyeknobs of
his. Rose and carnation bloom upon a field of periwinkle, their frail petals
collecting upon the veins of his wide sails. Awkwardness is given testament
along the overly-long stretch of his tail, just as the desire to break the
bounds of his chromatic ilk are given hint with the earned gilt upon his
talons.
Dynamic
Industrial Age Egg gives a shudder once more, that motor just striving to
start. But it's just not there yet. It revs a little, but soon crashes. It's
not a happy mac.
In the
galleries, Caitlin sniffs and was enjoying the snuggle and she smiles at K'tan
and their son and eyes K'ai "What?" she eyes, wondering just what
happened there. She pauses and shrugs
"Was I accusing? I didn't hear any
accusations, just friendly conversation and wondering, isn't that it. Hatching is a time for friendliness, for
families." So all happiness and
light, well not quite, she is still sending barbs Kalaera's way, she is not
happy.
In the
galleries, Ausys doesn't quite cower, but she comes kind of close. "Green
is green," she finally settles for, although she doesn't echo the 'and all
greens are good' bit. Meep. And then.. "ooooh, that is
/beeyootiful/!" Squeak. Pointatblue (pink?)
Mirenda
does follow Tarlin and is moved out of the way. She's not about to get mauled.
She sends an encouraging smile to T'ango and Babyth, but no words are spoken.
All this is happening so fast. Her eyes are quick to catch the blue hatch out
and her face goes expressionless again. What's what to say really? Nothing
according to Renda.
Edwardian
Roses Egg keeps its rocking motion going, though now it speeds up for a few
minutes. Then goes back to its slow motion, back and forth.
Jewel
of the Desert Sands Green Hatchling wobbles forward, getting more and more
confident on her own four feet. Ooh,
but what's that? Over there? And a little wobbling prance ensures, as she
stretches her neck forward to investigate a most peculiar ripple on the
Hatching Sands floor. Oh right there is
something she needs to be doing now right?
In the
galleries, K'ai happily claps as the first green impresses, "Can always
use more greenriders." She blinks
slightly at the most recent hatching, "Goodness. That's a rather lovely combination." She can find no wrong with the hatchlings,
they're small and cute. She eyes
Caitlin lightly, clearing her throat and lifting a brow before her hand goes to
her stomach, "Shouldn't have had that mush." Nose wrinkles but she remains planted to
watch what goes on, guessing she missed nothing when she ran out to visit the
latrines.
Tarlin
giggles at Nate, unable to keep her eyes off that rent in the other candidate's
robe. "No one ever said they
weren't. It's just less dangerous for
/us/ to get to know them and know to step out of the way when they come towards
us. Unless they're /really/ insistent,
and then you'll probably Impress."
Speaking of Impression, she smiles in T'ango and Babyth's direction,
then glances downward at the hand claimed by Nate. She thinks she can still feel it.
In the
galleries, Kalaera peers at Caitlin from the corner of her eyes, only to smile
that predatory smile again. "Of
course not, dear. We all know you'd
never do such a thing as that, being the respectable, intelligent rider that
you are." She doesn't quite bat
her lashes innocently, but instead shrugs out of her riding jacket and
stretches her legs out in front of her in a rather subtle display of her
well-toned self.
In the
galleries, Rupa frowns at the newest addition to the sands. Not green.
"There's something wrong with that... blue." Rupa states a bit too
loud. It's not that she has a problem with blues. They are not greens, that is
about it. However, it's obvious that the dragonet's coloring is a little.. off.
Natishen
eyes Tarlin warily. If she keeps staring at that rent, he's going to wonder
just what's showing. After all, it wouldn't be the first time she's eyed him
like this. Ahem. "Tarlin. Eyes front," he growls. "Unless you
want that blue right there to run you over? He sure seems ready to." Of
course, there's no blue /right there/ and certainly not ready to bowl into her,
but if it keeps her from staring while Sk'lar's around...
Pretty
in Pink Blue Hatchling is quickly clambering to his feet, paws, whatever. He
stands ready upon all fours, a most mischievous and delighted glimmer to his
eyes. Unique. Pink. And with more than enough personality to get him the girl
of his dreams. Here he comes, candidates!
Elyssa
watches the Jewel of the Desert Hatchling, "I doubt I'm going to faint, I
don't usually fiant thank you very much."
She watches the green's steps, but then attention is taken by the
arrival of a pink dragon? huh? She cocks her head to one side, "What
is that that?"
Samiera
finds herself staring rather purposefully at the blue -- or is that pink? --
dragonet that'd just hatched. Her brows
furrowed lightly before she shakes her head.
A soft, nearly unheard mutter of, "..I must be seeing things,"
coming forth as she briefly loosens her hand from the grasp of the Canddiate
off to her side. Slightly damp fingers
are then dragged through her hair, lifting portions off the back of her neck
before she's sliding it back into the equally damp grasp of her standing
partner.
In the
galleries, Ausys sputters. "S'nothing wrong with it," she huffs;
"'e's pinkish! That's lovely. I think Sami should get him. Just
because." Just because she bet on Samiera getting blue, that is.
"Cute."
Jewel
of the Desert Sands Green Hatchling pauses in all her glory, sneezing as a
little of the heated sands makes contact with her nostrils. It in is this moment of inattention that
inspiration finally strikes. The little
green steps cautiously forward, extending her neck as purpose and inspiration
align. Taking delicate steps she moves
ever onwards towards that which offers shelter and protection. At last her questing muzzle makes contact
with the hand of a doe-eyed girl with dark red hair, their destinies now
forever entwined: she and Elyssa.
Era in
the Making Egg shakes, rattles, and rolls. It's on a roller coaster of ups and
downs that might seem like they are going to last for ever. Who ever is inside
does not seem to be having an easy time of it, and the shell show's no signs of
even the slightest crack.
In the
galleries, Caitlin ohs at K'ai and smiles sympathetically "Unfortunately
so, even a little can be a little too much." She tickles Taikan under the chin and then eyes Kalaera, seems
she has a few barbs of her own.
"Indeed Kalaera, nice to know you remember me so well." she
says lightly.
Ri
shudders involuntarily at the latest arrival.She didn't mean to, really..
"Umm Oh.. Elyssaand the green, very nice!" Thankfully, a distraction.. As she steps over to the
newest weyrling, she waits to hear the little green's name.
In the
galleries, K'tan finds his eyes drawn to Kalaera as she stretches and then
blinks and returns his attention to his son. Much safer. He croons a thte baby, smiling at another
impression. "Oh, she's a lovely
one. Who is that candidate, love?"
In the
galleries, "Sami's more of a greenrider," Rupa crosses her arms and
leans back now in her seat. She'll get a cramp with the way she had been
hovering forward, barely on the seat itself. "An' a blue should be blue,
or a greenish blue. Not pink." Definately not pink. "It looks
slightly.. ill that way."
In the
galleries, K'ai all but beams, "Another weaver on green. Delicious." She's deciding to ignore Caitlin and Kalaera for now as the two
can't seem to stop their lightly veiled bickering. Time to cheer, "Yay Ely!"
Rohanan
was going to say something else, however it seems that his words would not be
heard, for there is another voice echoing in her head now He's sure. "Congratularions Elyssa. She's Beautiful." He adds with some sincerity. before making his way clowser to Samiera to
close the gap.
Tarlin
grins impishly at Nate. "If you'd
stop crushing my hand, maybe I'll stop looking," she retorts, then lifts
her brows as the roar of the crowd draws her attention Elyssa's way. "Elyssa Impressed?" She smiles, but not before that blue catches
her attention. "He's.. pink?"
Natishen's
jaw drops. Elyssa? Pretty, helpful, little Elyssa? "All RIGHT!" he
yelps, releasing his robe to pump his fist in the air. Breeze. Clasping his
hand against his robe again, he waits impatiently for the girl to name her new
lifemate. "Huh? Sorry..." He doesn't release Tarlin's hand, but the
pressure is off. For a while.
Prismatic
flakes float hesitantly to the sandy floor at regular intervals, until a small,
precise crack runs from the top in two directions down the side of the Peace,
Love, and Mungbeans Egg. Tranquil, even movements suggest the egg's inhabitant
is lazily chipping away, printing only a design for others to marvel at while
taking her time to emerge. But to her dismay, an adjustment inside suddenly
sends the shell splitting every which way; thus Innocent Spanish Rose Green Dragonet
is properly presented to Pern.
Innocent
Spanish Rose Green Hatchling
Light
plays a sultry tango over an exquisitely slender form, wrapping itself in
strict tempo about long, dainty limbs, turning a deep shrouded green to
iridescent emerald. The pulse dances across her proudly held head, illuminated
by glittering points of ancient Spanish gold that quickstep their way down her
muzzle, tracing it with the lightest brush of moonlit sparkle and deepening her
ridges with an understated lace pattern. Aureate-chased spars offer perfectly
poised support for gauze-like sails, while darker hues of charcoal and forest
tones accent her delicate limbs and paws, leaving claws a shiny, well-kempt
mint.
Essa
forgets the pink blue as she looks aorund to see who is talking to her. Finally
she looks down at the touch on her hand and slate blue eyes tear up. "Oh Ziryth, of course your you. Of course." She encircles the green's neck tightly with her arms. "You have really found me."
In the
galleries, Kalaera lazes back, chuckling at a comment form her lifemate, no
doubt. She claps her hands together as
Elyssa Impresses, yet cannot hold back from replying to Caitlin "How could
I /not/ remember someone as charming as yourself? Why, K'tan was just telling
me the other day about you and the baby, and I couldn't help but think quite
fondly of you..." Another
green! A flurry of 'em, it seems.
Samiera
can only manage a surprised, "Oh!" As the green comes to Elyssa. Her hand releasing the others (but not
before a congratulatory squeeze is given), and even a few small steps taken
back. So as not to get in the way and
to give Essa and Ziryth their privacy.
A glance stolen towards Rohanan before Samiera offers forth a small
smile. "Two down.." Someone is apparently keeping a running tab.
Ri
smiles down at Elyssa, Essa now and Ziryth and tears threaten as she offers a
hand. "If you care to follow me, I'll show you where you can help fill
that empty belly that has just attached itself to you." And the pair is
motioned to the waiting food.
In the
galleries, Ausys boggles. /More/ greens? Pity the Weyr. "Blue's almost
like green," she tries to defend her choice; "an'.. ooh, what'd she
say? Zith? What?" She'll figure it out eventually. Too much noise in the
stands. "I like that blue."
Pretty
in Pink Blue Hatchling pounces forward, scattering sand about in his wake. Of
course, that pounce still manages to have a bit of a cool swagger to it,
complete with tail swishing. He bounces forward, and straight towards Samiera.
Yep, right for her, and under her as the blue attempts to scurry right 'tween
the girls legs and to those behind her.
Essa
gets to her feet and leads the green by her side to the sidelines. Helping her whenever she needs it.
Innocent
Spanish Rose Green Hatchling peers shyly over the top of a rather large shard,
that is really all that remains of her former home. Egg-goo and other unpleasantness is ignored for a moment as the
choas and commonality of the scene before her is examined, and found wanting. Alas, it is her duty to go forth. But couldn't she stay here just a little
longer?
Mirenda
sees Elyssa now with a green and also smiles a congratulations. And then
another green hatches. Wow, there are certainly a lot of greens about. And one
blue to chase them all. How very lucky for him. So far anyway.
Sk'lar
blinks over after Elyssa as she impresses to one of the greens. "Well, I
think we might actually do rather well by that one, but I'm not so sure about
the dragon." Musing. Just musing. "Where /is/ that rider with my
drink?"
In the
galleries, Caitlin's lips press firmly together at Kalaera's comment about
K'tan and her talking with him. Seems
for all her light barbs that she was direction at Kalaera, Kalaera has managed
to volley one back and one that hurts too.
She nods stiffly "Indeed, yes K'tan and I are very happy with each
other and Taikan." SHe barely
notices the impression on the sands, no one she knows even if it was a
green. "And perhaps you can find
yourself your /own/ man to make yourself happy."
Tarlin
breathes, "Ziryth." She
smiles. "Lovely name, wouldn't you
say?" she asks of her sand buddies.
Her eyes are on the remaining eggs.. and that blue. Pink it may be, but there's still a blue
hiding under there.. somewhere. She
sighs. She knew from the start that
she'd lose that bet. Absently, she shifts her feet, the heat of the sands
beginning to wear through the thick soles of her sandals.
In the
galleries, Rupa points to the new green with a wide grin across her face.
"Now /that/ is a lovely green." She doesn't watch the blue, but when
he appears to be moving towards Sami-- no wait, he is going to Sami. Her smile
disappears a moment, watching, until she moves back to the green.
"Ziryth," she corrects Ausys. "An' a good match, too."
Samiera will get green, jus' let she placed her money.
Did
someone mention drink? Dany suddenly
perks up from her rather heavy concentration upon the Hatchlings and thier
choices, she's gonna make money from this event yet. "Make mine a double."
She murmurs before her attention turns back to the scene before her.
Natishen
tears his eyes from Essa and Ziryth, turning his eyes on the newly hatched
green. Huffing slightly, he frowns towards her. "Lovely dragon," is
noted absently. "Shame she's a... she." Attention swings towards the
blue, considering. "Is he playing with Samiera?" he asks, slightly
confused by the crowds of white robes and the antics of the dragonet. Jastril's
no help, she's not looking, she's got her head burried in his shoulder.
Dynamic
Industrial Age Egg gets a little more serious now, that darn button is going to
work weather it likes it or not!! the egg rocks back and forth with more and
more violence, surely soon to hatch.
Samiera's
eyes can only see /pink/ as that..pinkish blue thing comes dashing straight for
her. A startled, if not entirely
terified (just don't remind her of this post-hatching!) squeal is given as she
goes rigid.. not dodging as she'd intended.
Shards no..she's rooted to the sands as the blue moves under her. Her eyes are quite wide by this point,
staring straight ahead of her and then /down/ at that blue-pink tail that might
just be between her feet.. "Han.."
Can you hear the 'please..dear shells help me' in her voice?
In the
galleries, Kalaera snorts at that comment.
"I thought I had.
Evidently, I made an error in judgement." She decides to drop that subject for now, instead nodding at the
sands... that is, until Caitlin's comment registers. "K'tan is... yours?" The Hatching is forgotten for a
moment as she gives K'tan a quizzical look.
This is news to her.
In the
galleries, Mhare has arrived.
In the
galleries, K'ai stands and glares at both Kala and Caitie,
"/Honestly/!" She moves
closer to the front, away from the bickerers, watching to see what happens to
two other candidates. "How lovely,
yet another green. This poor, poor
weyr." Yes that's an impish grin
set to her lips as she watches.
In the
galleries, Ausys watches the blue/pink head for Samiera -- and snickers.
Audibly. SOrt of evilly. "Ooooh, I'll have to point and laugh at her after
this," she muses under her breath, pulling out another onmipresent
sweetstick.
Rohanan
watches the approching Blue? Pink? Dragonet!
With something akin to how a jock must regard a 'freak' "Shoo!" He commands, both polite and disgruntled at the same time. (Just don't ask how he does it.)
In the
galleries, K'tan glares at Kalaera a moment.
"You knew I was weyrmated, Kala." He gives Caitlin a look as well, "Just as Caitite knows that
we've discussed this and she doesn't expect complete fidelity."
Mirenda
nods at Tarlin in response. Quiet much? Yes. Very quiet. And shy, though she
does comment, "All of them are very nice." That's probably all she'll
say for quite awhile though.
In the
galleries, Mhare slinks in, albeit a bit belatedly, looking fanciful in blue
and remarkably content with her accompaniment for the evening. Prance, prance,
et cetera. Hatching. Woo! The glee.
Pretty
in Pink Blue Hatchling gives Samiera a passing flick of his tail as he launches
forth, nearly bungling into Mirenda, only to ricochet off of that candidate and
right for... Tarlin! Wow, it is like he is playing some kind of game of tag
with the candidates out there. Well, that is until he stops abruptly with a
flurry of scattered sand just moments from colliding with Tarlin. Wait. Someone
else has caught his eyes.
In the
galleries, Caitlin shoots K'tan a glance at Kalaera's comment of not knowing
about her and K'tan." She glances at K'ai and her comment and
looks abashed. At K'tan's response she
shakes her head "Yes but well that was before Elegath told me you had been
down to Igen /again/ and been well visiting others." She comments slightly icily.
In the
galleries, Aineen has arrived.
In the
galleries, Denzel is torn between watching what's going on, on the sands and
eavesdropping to hear the unfolding drama between K'tan, Kalaera and
Caitlin. Oh, the choices...
Finally
it seems that the circuits of Dynamic Industrial Age Egg have finally all been
connected as the egg really starts to move as a marvel of modern
technology. However with moving parts
comes glitches, and this appears to be the case as cracks start appearing in
what was once perfection. Soon the fog
starts to obscure the shell, not for long as the shards are suddenly sent
flying, and Tormented Transylvanian Lord Bronze Hatchling is left standing in
the wake of such destruction.
Tormented
Transylvanian Lord Bronze Hatchling
Ruddy
bronze washes in dramatic rivulets down the emaciated angles of this bronze
dragon. A splattering of which curves
down his muzzle just below his over-sized canines to drip all the way down his
neck and onto his chest. Where this
blood-like hue is not smeared or smattered the color is a little more mundane,
the bronze muted by a misty haze, much like the trunks of trees in a primordial
forest. His wings are large and bat
like; bathed as they are in hues of leathery midnight they appear to shroud the
exact dimensions of his cadaverous form in mystery.
In the
galleries, Rupa shakes her head slowly and sighs. "Poor Samiera. That
dragonet would have given me a scare if it were me down there," before
Impression that is. She arches her eyebrows at the pink's antics, and then
giggles. "I won't be surprised if he tramples over a candidate without
realizing it."
In the
galleries, Kalaera shakes a finger pointedly at the bronzerider. "Nooo,
you told me Caitlin was living in her /own/ weyr and that you enjoyed each
other's company..." Her lips curl
into a slight frown, not enjoying this turn of events. "If you were weyrmated, then why on
Pern didn't you just say /no/? I
would've respected that!" Her
voice doesn't quite rise in volume, but it almost does. "All those mail runs, remember?"
Innocent
Spanish Rose Green Hatchling huffs, a decidely lady-like huff, and one minty
taloned paw emerges from behind her barricade.
With a rustle of her gorgeous winds she starts really inspecting the
white-robed things before her. Her
waddle-skip seems to have just that little extra snap of impaitence to it, as
she inspects and dismisses the group of giggling girl before her. No, they simply will not doo. Perhaps one of the boys can lend her a hand?
Tarlin
quickly hops out of the way, tearing her hands from her fellow candidates to
throw them up in defense against all that blasted sand. She waves a fist at the hatchling, though
she's more shaken than angry. She takes
a deep breath, still staring at the pink-blue.
"That was /way/ too close."
Samiera's
still not moving you see. She's just
had a very up close and very personal encounter with the scary pinkish blue
thing. Even rohanan's words towards the
dragonet don't have Samiera moving. Nor
do her hands loosen from the tensed fists they'd fallen into. But then the 'danger' has passed. And she's relaxing. Minus the small hic-cup that comes from the
passing flick of the blue's tail. And,
now completely red in the face, Samiera moves closer towards Rohanan. About as close as she can to the other, at
that. "That.. that was just so
/not/ normal," The ex-guard murmurs, "It's..evil." Yes, well
that's the best way she can explain it.
In the
galleries, Aineen emerges from the Ledges, taking off her riding jacket.
"I didn't miss any of the boy's impressions, did I?" she asks anyone
who's near her, waving hi to K'ai and some of the others before spotting
Zehavia. "Aunty!" she calls cheerfully and plods over to the woman.
"Nervous for Han?"
Mirenda
lets out a small meep as the blue dragon bungles towards her and then to Tarlin
and on to somewhere else. He really needs to find his lifemate already. She
sees a bronze hatch and smiles. Good, every clutch deserves at least one bronze
dragon. Renda nods at Tarlin in agreement, "Definitely." Oh, she
spoke again. Good for her.
Rohanan
pats Samiera's shoulder. "There
there, it's gone after Tarlin now."
That should make her feel better, it definately makes him feel better
that's for sure.
Pretty
in Pink Blue Hatchling is not one to simply sit and let things just happen
about him. After fluffing up a few of the candidates' robes with a couple of
well-placed snorts, possibly hip-bumping another, his path eventually draws him
ever closer to the one that he was meant to pal around with all along. So,
without further ado, and possibly a croon about how 'volcanic' her robe his, he
literally tackles the most stylish candidate there, Shandiel. Well, make that
Andie now. "Duckieth!"
Tormented
Transylvanian Lord Bronze Hatchling slinks away from the remains of his shell
and is quickly on the move, the blood like hue of his silky hide shifting
invisibly. He moves with as much ease as a hatchling can manage, eyeing each
candidate with careful calculation. Still slick with the fluids of birth, his
bat like wings drag a little on the sands, flowing behind him like some cape of
leathery midnight. He moves past group after group, searching out that perfect
creation to make him complete.
Edwardian
Roses Egg gives up on the rocking, and instead starts to shudder and shake,
rather violently at times. It won't be long now...
In the
galleries, Mhare, the sycophant to end all sycophants, is not one to miss the
voice of one of her superiors, and so she peers about, tugging on her
companion's arm and gossiping gleefully. Then she pauses, and stares at the
sands, looking very, very wary. "Who's Impressed?" She tug-tugs again
at her friend's sleeve. "We should've laid bets, dear."
Ri is
busy with the babies and thier mates, but watches the pink/blue with concern..
and manages to catch the bronze as he hatches.. "Doesn't he look ..
broody. Trouble just waiting to happen, if you ask me." Great, a pink blue
and a dngerous bronze. Not a good thing at all.
Natishen
snorts softly at Tarlin. "At least your robe is intact," is noted
snidely. "Jastril, stop squeezing, I need to breathe." He peers down
at the girl with beetled brows, nudging her with his hip. With a soft sigh, she
loosens her grasp on him, but doesn't relenquish it completely. "Good
girl." Eyes scan, zoom, "Bronze! Finally!" Oddly though, he's
not panting over the newly hatched male. "Doesn't he look...
bloodthirsty?" Ew, total turnoff.
In the
galleries, K'tan colors a bright red and drops his head. "Um, well." He gives Cailin a
fairly guilty look. "Yes but I just.. and then.. and she was such a good
cook." Like that matters at
all. He sighs at Kaleara, "Don't
give me that, it was definately a mutual consent thing and who's the one who
told her sister she had permission to play with your toy?"
In the
galleries, Ausys almost visibly twitches. "That /bronze/ is scary,"
is all she'll reply to Rupa, with a brief shudder of the utmost girlygirl
fashion. Spasm. "Eew."
Sk'lar
finally perks up as the rider returns, and with a skin in hand. He tears his gaze
away from the sands and fairly plucks that skin from the other's hand.
"'Bout time." Top is pulled off, and he takes a long drink of the
contents inside. *glug-glug-glug* Mmmmmmm. "You wanted some, Dany?"
In the
galleries, K'yen has arrived.
In the
galleries, Caitlin is not noticing perhaps what a spectacle she is making of
herself, that perhaps people are listening in avidly. She is glancing between K'tan and Kalaera and she is not quite
sure whom to be mad at and she is tempted to take Taikan and join K'ai. She decides to take Taikan from his father
"If you wanted me to move out K'tan, you just had to ask me to move
out." She glances at Kalaera
"We share a weyr and we have a son, perhaps that is not much of a
committment to you and you were the one who got him drunk and his dragon
pursuing yours did not help. You could
have thrown him out?!" Yup she
decides still to blame Kalaera.
In the
galleries, "Big dragons, finally," Rupa smiles once again and
chuckles at Ausys. "I don't thing he's all that frightening." She
nods towards the bronze. "I was wondering if this hatching was going to be
mostly greens... Not even a brown, yet." She shrugs a shoulder. Not that
she minds at all.
Innocent
Spanish Rose Green Hatchling waddles further down the line. Her eyes whirling with increasing speed as
she sense that perhaps her life-mate is just around the corner (Figuratively
speaking.) Her meandering brings her to
Rohanan's feet, which get given a snort before she dismisses him with a polite
tilt of her head. Not quite right, but
nearly there. She only hopes she can
get to him first before that unouth looking bronze get there. *shudder*
In the
galleries, Zehavia peers over to Neen and smiles while Kailen continues to
watch the sands with undistracted determination. "Hello dear..." a
glance goes out to the sands and her son, and then she shrugs, "Kinda
nervous. Just don't know what's going to happen."
In the
galleries, Denzel walks toward Viewing Ledges.
Samiera
is definitely relieved yes. And says so
with a nervous laugh. "At least
he's gone now. He's worse
than..well.." She wont say
who. No need to get herself kicked off
the Sands. So Samiera forcibly pulls
her mouth shut. Her gaze searching
ahead of her to the remaining eggs as she waits to see what'll happen
next. She'll be ready this time, you
see. ...at least that's the plan.
Tarlin
frowns in the direction of the male, then shakes her head at Natishen,
straightening her robe. She sighs. Her heart continues to beat. She /will/
survive. "I don't know that you'd
want one that looks like it's been rolling in its kills, Nate," she
mutters.
Dany
mutters something along the lines of
"Creepy Bronze" When
the alcohol arrives. "OOh I'd love
som Sk'lar, Kinda like when we first
met? Remember that?" When all else
fails flirt with a rider when his weyrmate is Standing on the Sands.
Tormented
Transylvanian Lord Bronze Hatchling finds a nice spot to sit and lurk, spying
on those white robed creatures and watching them carefully. It never hurts to
study ones prey. Some seem to perk his interest, but not enough not enough. The
misty haze of his hide helps to keep him from sight for the most part, blending
with the waves of heat apon the sands. He is soon on the move once more, not
finding what he seeks in that corner.
Natishen
looks fairly disgusted by the bronze, and nods his sober agreement to Tarlin.
"I know," is murmured. "He looks more like the kind of dragon
that'd favor Rohanan." So it's back to scanning the Sands with a sigh.
Eyes skip over the green, linger to admire again, then roam on. "Still
more eggs though, could be another bronze," he grins. "Hey. /That/
egg is rocking." Yeah, the one that Kahlendroth grumbled at him for
touching.
In the
galleries, Aineen pats her pseudo-Aunt's hand as she stares avidly at the sand.
"There's Han," she says, and then spies the other, "And there's
Nate," she whispers to herself, biting her lower lip. She's never been on
THIS side of the hatching before.
The
green wallflower takes a moment to survey her choices, swinging her wedged head
in a new direction. And suddenly it's like all the noise in the room stops.
There is no one else in the room but her and this wonderful person that she
knows she is destined for. It doesn't matter if he's a player, or even a Jett.
Innocent Spanish Rose Green Hatchling slowly makes her shy way across to the
man she knows she's destined for. Standing face to face with the lad, she gives
a final high-pitched creel and stares into emerald eyes. This is the one, her
Natishen, her love, no matter what the cost.
In the
galleries, Kalaera snorts, giving K'tan a rather disappointed glance. "Toy indeed -- seems like a broken toy,
evidently. So... wait... you went back
to my sister's weyr?!" Kala blinks
once -- you see, she hasn't spoken with her sister in a while, due to weyrwoman
duties. "Caitlin, I'd watch this
one if I were you, as you absolutely cannot blame me for that fact. At this point, the only way he'd find
himself back into my bed is if Serenth caught Zarekaith -- granted, blaming our
lifemates is a pretty poor excuse, wouldn't you agree K'tan?" With a huff, she crosses her arms and stares
back onto the activity on the sands.
Tarlin
nods, dismissing the comment with a pluck of a grain of sand from her
robe. She's not really that
finicky. She's just still a little
shaken up. When she looks up again,
there's this green, and it's standing in front of Natishen. Her brows rise. "Okay, Nate. I was
joking. You didn't have to Impress
green, just for me."
Sk'lar
takes another fortifying swing from the skin once again, and then finally hands
it back over to Dany. "When we.... really?" You know though, if he
was getting alcohol from her, would she blame him if he doesn't remember a
thing. Wait... His attention is drug back out to the sands. "Did /he/ just
impress green...." Oh, please say it is so.
In the
galleries, K'tan iisn't handing over his son and pulls Caitlin's hand to tug
her down. "Caitie, I do not want
you to move out, not sit down.
Please? You're causing a fuss
and this is a happy day for these candidates.
Let their families enjoy it for now and you can slap me around
later." He glances at Kalaera and
snorts. "Yeah, the three of you
trying to divvy me up like a piece of succulent stew instead of a
man." Yeah, that hurt his
pride. "You wouldn't see me back
in your bed if Serenth /did/ catch her."
In the
galleries, Zehavia flickers a look at Neen for the comment about Nate, should
she be worried about other things too? Neen cant think Zev has forgotten about
her plans for the pair, can she? Rider or not, mother is still going to have a
hand in Rohan's life!!
Maia
grins rather brightly as the green Impresses to Natishen, she would laugh if
she wouldn't be thought of as crazy for doing so. "Oh /this/ will be interesting," she mutters in the
direction of Sk'lar.
Mirenda
glances over to see Nate impress and actually voices her congratulations,
"Congrats." Okay, it was small and almost a whisper.
Tormented
Transylvanian Lord Bronze Hatchling moves ever closer to his one, he can feel
it now, if not see it. He prowls around each egg and each group of candidates.
That one? No. That one? Not good enough. His huge wings rise up in his
frustration in not finding what he seeks, his large cape of midnight bronze
blocking the rest of him from view. A stretch perhaps? Wings settle back down
and he moves on, gaze ever mysterious.
In the
galleries, Aineen does a double take as Nate impresses /green/. "Hot
shards," she mutters and stares out ahead of her, watching the interaction
between the two of them. "Her name, Nate," she says quietly wringing
her hands together. Turning her head to look Zehavia, she blinks. "I'm
sure Han will impress.." But then again, does the woman want that?
Ni'shen
should be indignant. He should refuse. Staring into those whirling eyes, all he
can do is gape. "Huh?" It takes a moment for the event to register on
his mind. "L- love?" is stammered. "Love." He seems to test
th word, taste the word. "Yes," is murmured, with a slow bloom of
understanding. "I'll be your love, Miraeyath. Now and forever." His
hand releases Tarlin's to reach out, stroking her muzzle tenderly.
Samiera's
gaze is busy sweeping over the sands.
In quite the serious fashion at that.
Shaking eggs are spied and dismissed so long as they remain shaking and
not /hatching/. The dragonets still
wandering about are regarded with a nearly cautious eye, and not-so
surprisingly, Sami doesn't make any movements.
Sudden or not, she's going to do her absolute best to not attract
attention her way. But, that previously
unwavering attention is broken with Natishen's Impression. And she does give the other a smile and a
soft, "Congratulations," out towards him. Before it's back to watch-duty.
In the
galleries, Mhare curses briefly, scowling at the Sands as Natishen Impresses.
"Not that twit, and a green, too, lovely, that's /horridly/ unfair
--" Mhare is patted placatingly, anshe decides to pay attention to --
well. Other Candidates. "D'you see Mirenda? Mirenda! I don't see her, and
-- bah, humbug." Grumblegrumble, goes Mhare, deciding that ignoring the
scene with Kalaera and who-and-whatnot is in her best interests. Until she's
home, at least, and can chatter to people who care.
In the galleries,
K'ai applauds as another green impresses, each time she gets a mental nudge
from her own green who's watching with quickly whirling eyes from the ledges.
Dany
winks. "Yup, way back when I was
just a simple barmaid." She
sniffles slightly, her eyes however still twinkle. "Now I'm just a simple blue-rider so I don't blame
you." She winks, but reaches for
the skin anyways.
Sunlight
trickles onto the hardened, crackling edge of Edwardian Roses Egg, sending
flashes of bright pink from the top out towards the air of tense anticipation
and signaling a change in a long dormant structure on the sands of Telgar Weyr.
Several seconds of brilliant rose-hued light ends abruptly in a sudden burst!
And left standing is none other than the creeling, searching, and uncertain
stance of Bright Eyed Bittersweet Gold Hatchling among the remnants of her
restraints. This little golden beauty has finally been set free and, as she
marks her arrival with a bold shrill, sets off on her journey to find a jewel
among the sea of candidates.
Bright-Eyed
Bittersweet Gold Hatchling
The
vibrant tang of tangerine-infused gold claims every last curve of her
near-voluptuous form, but it is the savored flavor of the unusual that gives
this queen her due. A swirl of zesty lemon and pineapple frolics free of her
muzzle's gentle bow, sending rebellious whorls along the length of her neck to
tickle and tease across her chest and on to the slight paunch of her belly;
defying the structure of wings' spars, that same citron mix spills over the
plane of her sails with a flash of color that splashes her plump flanks in the
aftermath. Fine hues of stolen rum and claret wet her paws, sousing the smooth
crescent of her talons just as it intoxicates her very toes. Pale salmon adds a
hint of blush to this epicurean feast: it dashes across the underside of her
throat, plays peek-a-boo along the dulled crest of her 'ridges, then adds a
final flourish to the very tip of her tail.
Ri
says, "Well, a green to .. Ni'sahen...." Oh my, this /is/ going to be
interesting.. How will his family take the news? How will he cope? "Come
along then, let's get Miraeyath fed and settled. I imagine you may want some
water as well."
Tarlin
smiles warmly as he relinquishes her hand. "Miraeyath. Lovely name, Nate. Congratulations."
She sighs, her gaze drifting towards the eggs that remain, then falling
back to the candidate that still remains beside her. She holds her hand out to Mirenda.
In the
galleries, Zehavia looks at her husband when Neen speaks her assurances,
"Sure..." she's not sure what she wants. But she does keep an eye on
Neen and on the sands. Children.. oie.
Rohanan
recoils from the greens inspection, however his shock soon turns to glee as she
finally selects the other, that one.
Nate. "Congratulations
Natishen! She's real Preddy." Oh dear
In the
galleries, K'yen, antisocial in his corner, mutters something unsavoury about
the newest hatchling. Mutter-mutter. "Too many." Mutter.
In the
galleries, Caitlin misses the wallflower green choosing her lifemate being
tugged down and being refused her own child and the discussion that is going on
between Kalaera and K'tan and it is only in her sweeping of the sands she
notices the gold "Oh." she says, sitting down with a bump "Oh
my" She blinks and then recovers
and eyes K'tan "I don't treat you like a piece of meat." She beams at him happily in his declaration
of keeping away from Kalaera and is quite content now to sit and watch the gold,
well slightly, she casts Kalaera a look "SO now you know, perhaps you can
keep your paws off him."
Mirenda
smiles as the gold finally hatches and then her hand goes to Tarlin's, a
nervous smile going to the other candidate in thanks. It's not fun to stand
alone.
Ziryth
is nudging her Essa for food as her lifemate calls out a loud
"Congrats!" to Nate. She
blinks ever so slightly and under her breath, "Nate on green?! Wow."
Dany
dribbles a little alchochol out the side of her mouth when the gold finally
makes her appearance. "Oh Dear
Faranth, I thought Golds were supposed
to be, I dunno Kinda different when they hatch?" She asks of no-one, however her expression clearly displays a
sense of Anti-climax.
Time
seems to stand still as Tormented Transylvanian Lord Bronze Hatchling continues
to prowl the Sands, searching for something or someone with whom he shares a
connection. A small lad from Nabol
cowers as the Hatchling approaches, only to be dismissed with a snort. No Not quite good enough. Another boy, almost a man with ice-blue eyes
is the next to be inspected, this lad, Valadmyr stands straight and proud under
the gaze of the bronze dragonet. This
is the one! Tormented Transylvanian
Lord Bronze Hatchling bugles as he steps forward and makes contact. "Of course I wasn't scared of you
Draculath!" The boy now known as
V'lad cries, his arms going around the neck of his new lifemate.
Bright-Eyed
Bittersweet Gold Hatchling shakes the remainder of her shell home from her
newly hatched self, but she doesn't quite get rid of it all. Atop her head is still a small, rounded cap,
and either she doesn't seem to notice or she thinks it rather fashionable
because she doesn't try to rid herself of it.
She blinks at she gazes around her, then up at her mother. Why are all
these people looking at her?
In the
galleries, K'ai blinks as a gold hatches, "Oh my." She turns a 'shut the shards up' look back
at the /still/ bickering group before huffing and returning her gaze to the
drama unfolding on the sands.
Tarlin's
breath catches in her throat as the gold hatches. An expression she hadn't expected, but it's there
nonetheless. She swallows, her cheeks
flushing, and turns her attention towards the other eggs on the sands. Every time, however, her gaze is drawn
back. "Definitely Kahlendroth's,"
she muses, a slight smile on her lips.
Samiera's
gaze trails over the rose-egg as it hatches.
Nearly continuing in it's path before drawing back as the ex-guard
realizes the egg has hatched. A moment
of reflection is spent in watching the gold, before Samiera moves back to
studying her surroundings. Still on the
alert. Still on the watch as she
searches for yet more hatchlings that would've hatched shell in the span of
time that passes.
In the
galleries, Kalaera snorts, sending the both of thema bemused glance. "We'll discuss this later. I don't know about you two, but I'm not
about to ruin this once-in-a-lifetime day for these Candidate with something as
trivial as K'tan." With that
pointed jab at the cause of all this bickering, she rises and moves to a seat a
few spaces down, her lips pursing into an 'O' of surprised delight at the gold
hatchling. "Well now, if this
doesn't bring back memories."
Era in
the Making Egg is still at it, still rolling up and down, back and forth. It
shivers here, and then shimmies, and then shakes, and then wiggles. But
nothing. Not even hair line cracks. It's going to continue on for ever. Hope
you all have plenty of time?
In the
galleries, K'yen is asleep. Aww, too bad.
In the
galleries, Rupa wasn't quite expecting that last green to go to a male. And not
to Natishen. Then again, life is really full of surprises. And... speaking of
surprises... It's the gold's turn to be in the spotlight. Her amber eyes widen,
and she leans forward once again on the edge of her seat. "Gold." She
states clearly. "/Beautiful/." She'll speak in full sentences later.
In the
galleries, K'tan gapes, jaw dropping as the gold emerges and Serenth trumpets
his greeting to a potential mate. He
groans and just hugs his son more tightly.
Caitlin gets snuggles close to and he ignores all the bickering,
especially Kala's last comment.
In the
galleries, Kalaera sashays toward Viewing Ledges.
That is
one bronze Ri is not looking forward to working with, but.. maybe things will
be better. Maybe looks don't make the dragon? Then, the gold.. and there's
another interesting dragon., And who will /she/ pick? No doubt who had a hand
in this clutch's creation.
All
That Jazz Egg finishes with that lruking business, time to make a name for
itself. Oh yes indeed this should be fun.
In the
galleries, Caitlin eyes Kalaera and makes a face at her, thinking nasty
thoughts to herself and then she finally does shush, she doesn't want tomake
pregnant K'ai too mad at her, so she snuggles up to K'tan "I think you are
worth it." she mutters to him and
then finally turns her full, or most of her full, attention ot the sands.
All
That Jazz Egg bops along to it's own jiving beat, as baby within seeks freedom
from its prison-like confines. In a burst of sound *A-rat-a-tat-tat* the
flowing burgundy and midnight skips a beat, cracks and scratches appearing upon
the eggs surface. And still the
movement and beat increases. In a
tumultuous crescendo the egg shards fall away to reveal the slick chestnut
stylings of Motor-Bandit Romeo Brown Hatchling.
Motor-Bandit
Romeo Brown Hatchling
Slick
nutty browns caress his hide in a smooth simulation of a much richer hue;
interspersed with twiggy tendrils of tumbleweed and bark the hide diffuses the
exact contours of his body. Deep
chestnut highlights his head knobs and eye ridges, with an oily foreboding
before trickling down his ridges to spill across his large aerodynamic sails. His talons add the final element of mystery,
shrouded as they are in tones of gunmetal and tar, they appear to ground him to
his path. His build is more compact
than would be expected for your average brown dragon, however that all adds to
his debonair charm and general attractiveness.
In the
galleries, "Miraeyath," Neen whispers, before snapping out of her
trance-like state to finally focus. Gold, shards. "Wow, yeah, that's
definately Sk'lar's Kalendroth's offspring.." Taking a second to focus on
the gold, she then turns to Zehavia. "You okay, Aunty? Uncle?"
Mirenda
has silent respect. Yeah, that's why she's so quiet. Her eyes widen at the
brown and then she goes expressionless again, still holding on to Tarlin.
In the
galleries, Mhare sways irritably, settling for placating-pats and the
infrequent not-quite-wager. "Greens are bad," she states,
matter-of-factly. "Bad at mine, bad at ... the ones after mine, and bad
now. That twit on green is a bad -- a bad ... what's that word? I don't know.
It's just bad." Because Mhare likes to think things are bad, especially if
they're green and they go proddy and et cetera. "They've only got the one
gold, though," She states, looking sage indeed. "And we had
/two./" A brief pause. "Though that may not necessarily have been a
good thing." Babblebabble.
Bright-Eyed
Bittersweet Gold Hatchling quickly looks around the hatching grounds and spots
the nearest exit. She takes one last
glance at her mother and makes a dash for it!
Only to be stopped in her tracks by a bugle from Qamrath, and a draconic
motherly glare that says: "Stop
right there, young lady. Be good like
your brothers and sisters and find a lifemate!" With that, she turns back to the sea of candidates and just looks
at them. Staring them down.
Motor-Bandit
Romeo Brown Hatchling shakes himself loose of the mortal coil. Oh no wait, Egg goo, Egg goo, the mortal
coils is good especially when there are dames much like his sister abroad in
the world. Well Hello Mama. He leers as he sidles up to the Foxy broad
with hide the color of his favourite thing!
Yes you guessed he want's gold, and lots of it!
Sk'lar's
attention keeps getting drug here and there and everywhere. As others point out
the hatching of the gold, he looks over towards her as well, and watch as the
Weyrleader nearly winces. Oh, is that nervousness there? He glances to his
bronze lifemate, who is already rumbling a note of greeting to the new
daughter.
Samiera,
biased little thing that she is, can't help but steal a few extra glances at
the Era egg. Having done so the entire
hatching, it's no wonder that with the passing of Impressions, her gaze returns
more and more to the Era egg. For brief
moments at that, studying the shaking orb before pulling her attention off of
it. Content in knowing, or at least
feeling that she'd see it when it hatched, she spares attention for the
dragonets on the sands. Giving each
their due regard and equal observation.
Even the fleeing form of the gold, and the arrival of the arrival of the
brown. Her lips curving into a slightly
amused line at the antics spotted.
In the
galleries, Zehavia smiles and gives Neen's hand a little pat, "Just
nerves." well, more than that, but the answer works. Kailen is in his own
trance, studying the sands and every move each candidate makes, each dragon...
and especially his son. The rest of the world is silent to him.
Mirenda
doesn't even want to know what that brown hatchling is doing sidling up to the
gold. She averts her eyes and looks about at the other candidates and eggs on
the sands.
Miraeyath
nuzzles quietly against her new lifemate as she waits patiently for him to
attend her needs. It doesn't take long to break Nate from his shell-shock, and
he ignores his own strong desire for water... or rather wine, but that is still
forbidden, to feed the young green. He's busy enough he's not even noticing the
arrival of the gold that earned him a bit of pocket money.
Tarlin
squeaks as the gold makes a beeline for the exit, inadvertently giving
Mirenda's hand a tight squeeze. She
smiles apologetically at her fellow candidate, then sweeps the remaining
eggs. She points towards the
brown. "Lovely brown," she
muses, though that gold remains forever on the edge of her vision, no matter where
she looks. Oh, but she is beautiful.
In the
galleries, Rupa blinks at the gold. Was she trying to run away? Is that even
possible? Not to mention that brown... Well, she shall never question dragonets
again. They are just strange. Take her Saynth for example, who is rolling on
the ledges and warbling to the new queen of Telgar. Just a little greeting, not
a enthusiastic as she was with the greens, though.
Bright-Eyed
Bittersweet Gold Hatchling lets out a shrill sound, letting her brother know
he'd better back off. Her only way out
of here is to find someone to /take/ her.
She's got work to do. She turns
toward her father's rumble, and fleetingly wonders if he'd let her run away,
but quickly dismisses that idea. She
heads toward a group of white clad ladies and peers as if she's shopping for a
new hat.
Mirenda
feels the squeeze on her hand and subtly squeezes back in reassurance to
Tarlin. She nods at the comment and looks about for any more impressions that
might be taking place.
In the
galleries, Mhare quirks an eyebrow, frowning at the brown -- "Gives my
baby a bad name." -- and eyeballing the gold warily. "Where on
/earth/ is she going? Chasing after escaped Candidates, or something?"
Mhare looks amused at her own joke, though her attention swiftly returns
quickly to other browns and the occassional blue.
Era in
the Making Egg is, you guessed it, still trying. This shell must be really
thick. The hatchling inside is getting no where. Perhaps it's a dud? But the
one inside is determined and keeps at it, shimmies, shakes and all.
Motor-Bandit
Romeo Brown Hatchling moosey's his way closer to this abundance of females, and
not just any kinda females, high-class ones, ones that paint thier hind-talons
and everything. However being new-born
isn't very helpful when one wants to be suave, and his sisters skarwking gets
him hitting the planks rather hard.
D'oh False Alarm! That's women
for you.
Ri
says, "Make sure the pieces are small enough and that she chews well
enough Nate... I mean Ni'shen." A smile as she adjusts to the new name.
Essa is watched as well, but she and her green seem to be adjusting just fine.
"Easy, V'lad, just because he likes it bloody, doesn't mean big pieces a
ree good for him. Don't let him gorge.""
Samiera's
shoulders draw up in a cringe as the shrill cry of the hatchling is heard, her
gaze inadvertantly slipping off the Era egg and moving towards the gold. Her eyes narrow in thought for a moment, but
a small shake of her head comes before it's back to watching the brown. Unbidden, but coming all the same, is the
grin that steals over her features for his actions. A small murmur of something passing her lips, and then it's back
to watching the eggs. Era, once
more. A small nibbling of her lower lip
in concern, though Samiera still remains still.
Tarlin
also hunts for further Impressions, if only to keep herself from staring at the
gold. She winces at the shrill cry of
the hatchling gold. "What's she
doing now?" she asks covertly of her remaining sands buddy as she peers in
the other direction. She latches onto
the brown, sort of like a safety net.
Brown. Everyone seems to think
she'll Impress brown. Sure.
Sk'lar
blinks after the gold that just tried to flee, and then blinks again. Yes,
another accusing stare is shot up at Kahlendroth. "This is what you give
me to deal with?" He shakes his head from side to side, and glances back
to the sands, eyes momentarily darting to his on-hiatus weyrmate for a brief
moment, then back to the dragonets.
Motor-Bandit
Romeo Brown Hatchling however soon finds the excitement of holding the helpless
white things hostage paling, Hunger and a need for someone to call his own
forcing him from what would otherwise be a very fun filled event. But wait! That wiggle looks interesting! And as soon as it is thought it is acted
upon, the oily brown hide catching the light as he moves towards a short
freckle-faced girl with strawberry blonde ringlets. The next moment their eyes meet, and Impression is made as
Beyoncie stumbles forward to wrap her arms about her new lifemate. "Sweet Faranth! He says his name is Clydeth" Bonie announces to all..
Era in
the Making Egg suddenly comes alive with movement, the shell undulating here
and there as the beast inside worms its way out of the close confines it's had
to endure for far too long. Suddenly, one gangly hand breaks through the top of
the casement, grasping the air for further assistance. Flecks of sodden
eggshell and embryonic fluids then explode in a dramatic crescendo, releasing
the pent-up Blanched Hellion Bronze Hatchling onto the gritty sands in a pile
of grime, slime and shards.
Blanched
Hellion Bronze Hatchling
The
sickly pallor of stark, powdery-white bronze enfolds this frighteningly thin
dragon, as if his form has been stretched in unequal dimensions, his length
well beyond what would be normal for his girth. Etched like stone into the hard
expanse, his muscles are shrouded by thick flesh of vague definition, while his
wings, though proportional, are washed through to transparency by bronze tones
that render more of a grotesque yellow than the stately hue of his brethren. A
spindly muzzle is awash with the same plain, pallid bronze, save for a
speckling of resplendent gold across his forehead that solidifies on dark
eyeridges, blatant contrast to the platinum hues slicked back beyond his headknobs.
"That
brown will be trouble of a different sort, if you get my drift.." is
muttered to anyone in earshot. Ri watches as he finally settles on a partner in
crime. "Well, you two will be a pair to watch, I'm sure."
Bright-Eyed
Bittersweet Gold Hatchling makes her way through row after row of
candidates. There's got to be /one/ in
here that can get her outta this place!
If her brown brother can find one with his weird ways, so can she! She approaches another group of girls, that
aren't paying much attention to her at all, watching that brown one.
Blanched
Hellion Bronze Hatchling grumbles quite irritably as he picks himself up from
the remnants of his tiny prison. The goo he was incased in seems to be somewhat
thicker than most, sticking to him and the sands and the bits of shell. pale
and sickly looking already, this additional decoration isn't helping his over
all appeal. Red flecked eyes glare at anyone who might be making fun, just
daring onlookers near him to comment. Add his hunger and over whelming need to
find his lifemate to all of this and you have one very unhappy hatchling.
Rohanan
watches the queen dragon with something akin to puzzlement. "She doesn't look to happy to be
here." He mumbles, waiting for
something, and not knowing what.
Tarlin
frowns as the brown Impresses, and a bronze emerges from the last of the
eggs. She can't Impress bronze, so her
gaze is inevitably drawn towards that bittersweet gold. She takes a deep breath, gives Mirenda's
hand a squeeze, and prepares herself for disappointment. Sk'lar was right. She should have never accepted that knot.
Samiera
had been waiting... watching for this to happen. The arrival of the bronze on the sands is met with a slight
breath of air, her eyes pulled right towards him as a smile escapes once
more. Not for her no, but that still
doesn't stop the admiration all the same.
And, for whatever reasons she has, Samiera is nodding her head slowly. Either placing something felt with something
seen, or at least just happy in knowing that the egg had hatched. With his moving, Samiera diverts her
attention to the other hatchlings on the Sands. The brown as he Impresses, and the gold caught last. Sami's gaze
passing over her and then by her.
Returning into that endless loop about the sands.
Bright
Eyed Bittersweet Gold Hatchling looks over the clump of girls standing in front
of her, and gives one last look at the nearest exit; but there's no way her
mother's letting her get out of here without someone to take with her. With the draconic equivalent of a sigh, she
scans the crowd of candidates, nothing.
Then with a tilt of her head, she eyes one longer than the others and
all of a sudden she knows. It's
her! Without hesitation she plunges
herself toward the only one who can rescue her from these horrible Sands. Skidding to a halt with a spray of sand
flying around her, she yanks at the hem of Tarlin's robe, more than likely
pulling the poor girl's feet right out from under her before turning her
whirling eyes upon her to claim her as her own.
Mirenda
isn't focused on any one hatchling. Her head swivels to capture pretty much all
that she can. Sort of like an owl really. A silent owl. That watches
for...dragons? Or something. An encouraging smile is now given to Tarlin along
with another hand squeeze, "Don't give up yet." Encouragement is
always good. And then the gold goes to the girl. See, never give up...never
surrender!
In the
galleries, K'ai lifts a brow with amusement at Tarlin impressing gold,
"That's certainly an interesting twist."
Rohanan
nibbles on his lip and moves his feet some.
Almost swaying to a strange beat.
But that can only occupy a boys mind for so long. And thus his body swivels so that he may try
and see his parents. They must be there
somewhere.
Maia
sighs a bit with relief as the gold Impresses, then she realizes to /whom/ it
Impressed. "Wow," is all she
can say.
Blanched
Hellion Bronze Hatchling moves off from the mess of his birth, flicking wing
and tail to rid himself of the annoyance. He lets out a creel of
dissatisfaction, so that the world may know HE is unhappy. His gate wobbles
with all the lack in coordination a newborn dragon has, though he is just
slightly more graceful than his siblings. He makes it a little ways closer to a
few worried looking candidates and then creels again. Why isn't his lifemate
right there?! He has to look /more/? Again he flicks his wings and growls and
grumbles, it would probably be a good idea for everyone to stay out of his way.
In the
galleries, Caitlin is glad that the arguments stopped so she could witness
Tarlin impressing, she kisses K'tan for joy at the happy day "Oh this is
going to be interesting" she declares to no one in particular.
Sk'lar
sighs, dropping back against Kahlendroth's side. He takes another long drink
from the skin (because he has swiped that skin right on back), and then looks
on to where Tarlin has gotten herself upon those sands -only to witness as the
gold hatchling fairly pounces her. All he can do is gape in astonishment.
Ri
blinks and then grins. "Finally, a pair that makes some sense to me."
Not to add that maybe, with the former baker on gold, Skyboy will have more of
atendency to stay home? A glance at Maia and she hastens to stow those
thoughts. "Many congratulations Tarlin."
Tarlin
takes a deep breath, staring at the little gold before her. Disbelief creeps into her expression as she
reaches out to touch. Tangibility
beneath her fingertips disperses further doubts and she smiles, bending to wrap
her arms about her new lifemate.
"Yuenith. I've been waiting
for you, for ever so long."
In the
galleries, "Oh, look at that bronze," Mhare says delightedly, tugging
again on her companion's sleeve. "It's like Ayr. Except, you know, little
and not-quite-Ayr." Err. Right. And then the gold Impresses, and Mhare
looks suitably pleased, for all she has no actual idea who the gold Impressed
to. Not a native, and all. Shifty-eye. "And ... that's done. So."
Ponder. "Right." Grumblegrumble.
Rohanan
fails in his attempts to see his parents, it must be the heat or something cos
they all look like wavering pale blotches.
His attention returns to the sands in time to see Tarlin and the
Gold. Wait! Tarlin Gold? No way! But being the gentleman that he is he smiles
and says. "Congratulations Pet,
Yuenith is such a nice name."
Sami's
gaze turns off Tarlin and the gold as it Impresses to her. A smile of relief
coming, "Congratulations, Tarlin!" Happy for the other yes. But there's dragons to watch. And Sami's gaze is on the move once
more. It travels back towards the
bronze, her gaze dropping over the entire of the dragonets form before she's
once more shaking her head. Not hers, not
by a long shot. And so she'd wait. Arms now brought up to hug lightly about her
stomach. The first movement to come
since nearly getting trampled by the pinkish-blue creature.
Mirenda
whispers congratulations to Tarlin. But now Renda is...alone? Meep. She
nervously crosses her arms around her stomach and looks about. Anyone she can
huddle with until this is over?
In the
galleries, Rupa is dissapointed. Well, she's beaming brightly watching Tarlin
Impress the queen and all, and offers out a shout to the new goldrider.
However, her eyes roam towards the sands, empty of eggs, and the last
hatchling. Bronze. She sighs and slumps back in her seat. Saynth offers a croon
from the ledges before waiting to see the hatching's end.
Blanched
Hellion Bronze Hatchling completely ignores one lad who actually looks hopeful,
stalking past with out even a hint of interest. His path takes him right up to
another lad, but this one is growled at from about half a dragon length away so
the boy quickly moves before this Hellion reaches him. Good thing too, as the
baby bronze shows no sign of even contemplating a move around the candidate.
But that's just how things work, people get out of HIS way, not the other way
around. He pauses in his search once more and looks all the way around. He then
growls and erupts with a howl for his displeasure. His partner is still yet to
be found! This is not going according to plan. He was supposed to hatch
cleanly, and his lifemate was supposed to be /right there/ to greet him.
Doesn't anyone know how this is supposed to work ?? The others may be fine with
wobbling around and starving, but not Hellion! He's better! Even better than
some tangy gold! Where is his pampering? Where is his food? Where are all the
things he wants?? Where in bloody *heck* is his lifemate?? With a huff he goes
back on the prowl, snarling at anyone who is not his One.
Dany
sniggers as Tarlin is claimed by the less than anticipated Gold Hatchling. "So I guess this means you're single
for the next couple of turns?" She
asks coyly. Of course, now might not be
the time.
Tarlin
takes a deep breath and backs away from her new lifemate, the gleam of tears
dancing in her eyes. Smiling, an arm
draped across the gold's neck, she
leads her off to the side of the sands, despite Yuenith's urges to /leave/ the
sands. "We can't go. Not yet.
Later."
In the
galleries, K'aeri has arrived.
Rohanan
blinks owlishly. There's another
one? Not another Gold of course, but
another Hatchling, this one bronze, and kinda scary looking. Slowly he edges closer to the girls. "Uh, does he look kinda irritated to
you?" He asks in a theatrical
aside. Poor Farm Boy.
Sk'lar
silently watches after Tarlin and her new lifemate. "Awww, fardles... she
just impressed /gold/, didn't she?" He isn't sure whether to be bursting
with pride or begin cursing up a storm. He flashes a look askance to Maia,
another up to his lifemate, and then back to the new pair.
Blanched
Hellion Bronze Hatchling stalks his way around one candidate, growling at his
dislike for the young lad. Just as he is about to let the boy know how he
really feels, a tall, rugged-looking, and handsome fellow appears in his sight.
The dragonet gives his wings a flick and slinks closer to the bronzen-capped
young man, cautious and calculating. Then, with a demanding little bugle, the
choice is made and he goes storming up to his chosen; he's dirty, he's hungry,
and he wants it all made better! /Now/! Yet when faceted eyes meet those of
hazel hue, all anger melts away. With a delicate nature not yet seen from the
pale little bronze, he gently nuzzles the palm of Rohanan's hand.
Ri
glares at the baby bronze. He better pick someone whom will teach him some
manners, for that behaviour will not do in the barracks, that's for sure. but
even as that thought floats fromher ehad, her heart softens at the noise, the
mother in her tugging and she has to fight the urge to bring him food. Instead
she focuses on Tarlin and her new lifemate. "Come this way dear. Let's get
this girl something to eat, shemight feel a bit better then."
Maia
nods at Sk'lar, "That she did.."
That's all she knows how to say, then she turns her attention back to
the Sands as the bronze Impresses.
In the
galleries, K'ai smiles as everything's said and done, then off she heads to
collect her 'mate and head for the caverns.
She's starving again.
In the
galleries, K'ai strides with grace toward Viewing Ledges.
In the
galleries, Mhare suddenly looks very disappointed -- she stares at the
remaining bronze, then the remaining hatchlings, and glowers down at Mirenda.
"I don't like that," she says to her bronzer-friend. "I don't
like that at all."
Samiera's
backing away from Rohanan even as he edges closer towards her. Her own steps pulling her in the direction
of Mirenda even as she offers a congratulations out to Rohanan. Either she's a precog, or.. she's just really
fortunate and lucky in her timing.
Dropping her arms back down to her sides, Samiera offers a smile towards
Mirenda as she falls next to her.
Barefeet now quite red, though Samiera's not shuffling them, "Mind
some company, Mirenda?"
Ri
says, "Good, someonewho might teach that bronze some manners after
all." And the weyrlingmaster nods to bronze and Han as the boy is chosen
by the oddly pale dragon. "Well, let's get the babies fed and then we can
move you all to the barracks. "
Mirenda
/was/ alone. She smiles and nods at Sami, "That'd be nice, thanks."
Okay, she can relax again. She has someone to stand next to.
Sk'lar
takes a moment to clear his throat, blinking as the last bronze impresses, and
to Rohanan no less. "Well, that one isn't so bad either," he mutters.
He drags fingers back through his hair, peers once to Tarlin, and then steps
out onto the sands. Only broken eggs and partner-less candidates now. He raises
his voice to the galleries, "Thank you all so much for attending! The
hatching might be over, but there will be dinner, drinks, and dancing in the
caverns immediately following, if you are interested!"
Rohanan
winces somewhat as his life is forever changed. Moving his had he drops down to his knees to surround the baby's
face with his farm-roughened hands.
"Where'd you learn that language Karthanasuith?" Telgar's Newest Bronzer asks, before giving
the obilgitory hug. "Yes, I guess
I am at that." Awww look mommie
Impression!
In the
galleries, Rupa gets up just as that last bronze has found his lifemate. She
stretches her arms over her head, repositions the her own little bronze
firelizard that was barely clinging to her pant leg, and then heads towards her
green to take the quick trip towards the caverns. She'll see what there is to
offer there.
In the
galleries, Rupa walks toward Viewing Ledges.
Samiera
gives the softest of nods to Mirenda.
Her attention only turning off the other as Sk'lar's words are
heard. At which point the fact that the
sands are indeed empty is noted. Her
gaze lingers only briefly over the shards, before turning towards Mirenda. "And that's that.. no maulings. Must be a first." Or something along
those lines as Sami's tone would indicate.
A smile filters through as she begins to move back towards the entrance.
Ri
quietly slips toward toward Hatching Grounds Entrance.
Mirenda
strides dutifully toward Hatching Grounds Entrance.
Samiera
walks toward Hatching Grounds Entrance.
In the
galleries, Zehavia sits with Kailen as he takes it all in, being supportive
while looking a bit confused herself. They linger while everyone else heads for
the exit, still watching the sands and their son with his new lifemate.