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.