The Hatching of Gold Chaluth and Bronze Toniath's Clutch
PernMUSH, October 3, 1999
The World of Pern is
copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a
registered copyright. Many thanks go to Shaori for providing this log.
Originally logged by T'shar. Additional editing done by Kassima.
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This log can get *very* confusing, especially in the beginning parts. This
is all from T'shar's perspective, and so only things that were happening on
the sands are included. If you want weyrling view, gallery view, or ledge
view, you'll have to go elsewhere.
The clutch was ultimately made up of: 3 bronze, 4 brown, 12 blue, and 13
greens. PC impressions included: Aine to brown Milnoth, A'len to bronze
Dilorenth, Al'oren to blue Delynth, Aschela to green Tarenyth, Br'del to
brown Haeth, and T'asu to bronze Ahazeth (who I desced, yay :)
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T'shar wanders up from the lake shore, looking like he's just been scrubbed.
His clothes are damp and there's a towel around his neck. Grinning at
Jaecinth, he heads into the living cavern.
Fort LC> Fiora rubs her arm idly, dipping a finger from her other hand into
her mug, and wincing at its evident heat, "Darn. Too hot again," she
mutters, pushing some hair out of her eyes.
You head into the Living Caverns.
Anlin looks up and gives T'shar a warm smile, "Hi!"
T'shar ambles in, still towelling his hair dry. "H'lo," he greets.
"Heya, Tish," replies Fiora, softly, rolling her eyes at Anlin's warm
greeting. Young love. "Don't you get dry -before- you come down
here?"
Vyren grins at Anlin, "Shall we record my bets? I'm feelin lucky."
Farnham nods politely to Anlin, T'shar and the others.
Fiora nods back to Farnham, still nursing her klah, and muttering something
about heat under her breath. At least, that's what it sounds like
anyway.
Anlin nods to Farnham with a smile of greeting
Farnham flashes a smile at Fiora as he fills a mug with klah. "Anyone need
anything?"
T'shar slides into a chair, pulling the towel off of his head and blinking
at Fiora. "Not when I swim in the lake,"
he explains with a smile.
F'ren waves as he passes through.
Farnham nods at F'ren's retreating back.
Dragon> All dragons and Fort dragons sense that Chaluth starts humming
with a deep thrumm
Renna squints around the living cavern, searching for someone.
Dragon> All dragons sense that Serriath begins to hum, softly, and then
with greater excitement.
Dragon> All dragons sense that Toniath joins his mate with his own basso
*hummmmmmm*, flickers of wild color around his thought.
Farnham smiles at the Healer master as he moves to his usual seat. "Good
evening."
Dragon> All dragons and Fort dragons sense that Lienth's low light tenor
continues the thrum, gaining tempo as he goes on, brilliant blues
stemming throughout.
Shayna waves as she hurries on through the crowded cavern.
Toniath> Chaluth begins to humm
Vyren's eyes widen, "Humming..."
Fiora blinks, klah forgotten, "Lienth? Ack, the humming! Its starting."
Farnham nods politely at Shayna.
Vyren hops to his feet urgently, "It sure has, Fiora."
Dragon> All dragons sense that Jinieth lyrical, feminine brassato joins
with the otehr Fortians.
Anlin closes her eyes and nods, "Yes, it's time. Sorry Vyren, I have to
head to the Sands.. T'shar?"
Dragon> Fort dragons sense that Zuseth sings a brilliantl and lively hum
from her perch on the ledges overlooking the hatching grounds.
Farnham looks over at Anlin, head tilted.
Renna spots Rebecca. "Rebecca, did you find the WeyrHealer?"
Fiora moves to her feet, glancing towards the inner caverns, and sighing,
"Guess the candidates don't need me now. I'll just move to the
galleries, I guess." Anlin gets a smile, "Don't fry too much out
there, will you?"
Rebecca shakes her head. "No, not yet..."
T'shar turns terribly pale. "Yes, oh," he says, wrapping his towel absently
around his neck. "Now? Really now? Toniath?" he questions his dragon
and practically reels. "We better go."
Vyren nods to Anlin as he moves towards the bowl, "Wanna sit with me, Fiora?
I'm gonna go watch."
F'ren pauses as he enters, looking around the room.
Farnham addresses F'ren, nodding towards Anlin. "Seems it's about time."
Dragon> All dragons sense that Olvanth hums as he lands, loudly.
Fiora says "Lienth insists on going up to the dragon galleries, but if you
want to come up there with me, then sure."
Renna hrms, frowning around the room. "Seems we'll have to wait, too.
Humming. Ever seen a hatching, Rebecca?"
Vyren grins, "Oh, a bird's eye view. Sounds good to me."
F'ren grins at Farnham. "So it would seem. The only question is, is the
Weyr ready for new Weyrlings, eh?"
Davienne comes in, cheeks flushed. She looks excited, nervous, hyper at all
the same time.
Fiora nods, already heading for the door, "Then lets get out there, huh?"
Fiora heads out the cavernous entrance to the bowl.
Anlin lets T'shar help her out of her chair as she nods quickly to Fiora,
"I'll try not to."
Farnham chuckles at F'ren's reply as he puts his klah down and moves towards
the bowl.
F'ren turns his head towards a familiar voice. With a broad smile he makes
his way towards Renna. "Well now, I haven't heard your voice in
awhile."
T'shar gives Anlin his arm and tries not to wobble himself on his way out.
He keeps muttering to himself under his breath...something about
fainting.
Renna grins as she realizes F'ren is speaking to her and turns to close the
distance between them. "F'ren! I've just come to drop off some fellis
and such to the Healer. Looks like we're right in time. How're you?!"
Anlin pats T'shar's arm reassuringly, and heads for the sands
F'ren grins. "Am well, thank you. Will you stay for the hatching?"
Toniath> Toniath lifts his head up and begins to fill the space of the cavern
with a resonant humm that seems to set his chest to vibrating.
You head outside to the bowl.
Fort LC> Renna nods, smiling. "Of course, but only if you'll promise to have
a drink with me once all the commotion has ended."
Fort LC> Renna waves Rebecca over, introducing the apprentice to F'ren.
Loud bronze humming continues to emanate from the entrance to the hatching
cavern.
Anlin walks the half mile towards the northeastern end of the bowl.
You trek the half mile to the northeastern end of the bowl.
Farnham smiles at Anlin. "Good evening, m'am."
Anlin nods again to Farnham, "G'evening, Farnham"
T'shar is starting to sweat and he's yet to even make inside the hatching
cavern. "We're -coming-," he hollers in the general direction of
Toniath, then gulps. "Oh, hi, Farnham, sir, the eggs are, well..."
Farnham suppresses a grin at T'shar. "Good evening."
Farnham nods towards the sands. "The eggs are about ready, it seems."
Anlin walks out onto the sands.
Farnham turns back towards the gallery, then sees the former Seacraft Master.
"Good evening, Sir. Welcome."
You walk out onto the sands, careful as the heat begins to make itself known.
Anlin waddles onto the Sands with a proud grin, making her way through the
Clutch to go sit on Chaluth's foreleg.
T'shar is still fiddling with the towel around his neck as he helps Anlin
along towards the gold and bronze pair on the sands. Toniath greets his
rider with a deafeningly proud bugle that rings through the cavern, and
the bronzerider covers his ears. "Nothing's even happened yet," he
hisses at the bronze, who merely sits back on his haunches, radiating
happiness.
Chaluth continues to humm deeply, eyes sparkling at those gathering in the
galleries and ledges
Chaluth bugles greetings to everyone, forcing Anlin to cover her ears.
Anlin says "Not so loud, Chaluth.. they can hear you without making me deaf
in the same time!"
T'shar grins over at Anlin and Chaluth, wiping his hands off on his shirt
nervously. Behind him, Toniath leans over to fondly touch noses with
his mate, that incessant thrumming still resonating from his throat.
Chaluth whuffles the handsome bronze with her, and their riders
Anlin grins proudly at T'shar, chuckling at her gold as she eyes her. "You
two aren't pulling a joke on us are you?"
T'shar finally pulls that hideous towel off from around his neck and tosses
it to a nearby helpful assistant weyrlingmaster. "Shells I hope not,"
the bronzerider says, peering at Anlin's rounded belly. "You're not
pulling a joke on me, are you?" he asks her with a grin.
Fort Weyr> Vyren says, "Wrap the towel around your head, T'shar! ;)"
Fort Weyr> T'shar swami-fies himself
Anlin smirks, laughing, "No, I'm not.. just ask Toniath, Chaluth, or the
Weyrhealer."
Toniath nudges his rider firmly. Would he joke about something so serious?
T'shar laughs and gives the bronze muzzle a scritch, then simply
beams over at Anlin. "I know, I know, but it all seems like a
dream..." he mumbles.
Chaluth hummmms deeper, with more excitement, and looks over the Clutch
eagerly
Anlin smiles proudly at T'shar, "It's been a grand time, hasn't it? And the
fun is just beginning!"
T'shar rubs at his eyes with his hand, other hand tugging at the collar of
his shirt. "I know," he says, still looking like a man lost. "I just
hope I do everything right. Don't fall over, don't impress anything,"
to which Toniath gives a resounding snort.
J'cob steps out of a small cavern off of the Hatching Sands.
Phoebe steps out of a small cavern off of the Hatching Sands.
Anlin laughs at T'shar
Chaluth looks across the Sands as J'cob enters, giving him a regal nod of
approval
J'cob nods to the others, and gazes across the sands, smiling at the Gold.
Phoebe grins at T'shar and Anlin as she steps onto the sands, smoothing the
skirts of her dress before she sketches a curtsey to the gold and
bronze dragons.
Chaluth croons greetings with a nod to Phoebe as well
Toniath's tailtip thumps against the ground once as people start to emerge
onto the sands. He bugles at J'cob and Phoebe, still watching over
the eggs protectively.
Davienne steps out of a small cavern off of the Hatching Sands.
Chaluth affords Davienne a nod and croon of greetings
Anlin waves over to the WeyrlingMaster and his Staff, beaming with delight
Davienne bows towards Chaluth and Toniath, joining the other weyrlingmasters.
T'shar waves at the weyrlingmasters as they start to spill out of the
cavern, starting to grin like an idiot.
Vivian makes her way carefully across the sands towards Anlin and T'shar.
Chaluth bows her head low, regally greeting the Weyrleaders with a croon.
F'ren smiles as he gives Chaluth a formal salute in return.
Anlin gives Vivian and F'ren a formal salute, a silly smirk crossing her face.
Vivian nods greetings as she takes her place, her eyes sparkling with
anticipation. "Well Anlin, T'shar, it's time to see what's been hiding
in those eggs." She winks before turning to watch the Candidates.
Aine walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
The whirled chaos egg shifts, breaking the long encrusted sand keeping it
in place into a series of ridges.
Alden walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Aine steps out onto the sands, her calm exterior not belying the
nervousness inside. She pauses to give Chaluth and Toniath a deep bow,
smiling at the riders assembled.
T'shar clasps his hands behind his back and nods at Vivian and F'ren. "Um,
yeah," he says, starting to rock back and forth on his heels in his
excitement.
Alessandra walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Alden walks briskly over to his fellow Candidate, and takes his time
arranging himself next to her before looking up at the Weyrleaders. He
gives each of them a sharp salute, in turn, before turning his eyes on
the eggs.
Vivian grins at the nervous bronzerider before returning her attention to
the approaching Candidates.
Chaluth nods majestically to Aine, Alden, and Alessandra
Alloren walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Anlin chuckles with a wink to Vivian, "A whole slew of purple dragons.. I
dyed them last night."
Toniath rumbles at the weyrleaders as they come out and then peers intently
at the first set of candidates. Cocking his head, he gives his
permission for them to remain. Snooty, he is.
Alloren slowly makes his way onto the sands. He steps before Toniath and
Chaluth, giving each a bow in turn before moving off to stand next to
Aine.
Alden, after a moment's hesitation, gives Chaluth and Toniath a salute, as
well.
Aschela walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Alessandra makes a graceful bow to Toniath and Chaluth, then joins the
ever-growing semi-circle.
Aine gives Alloren a shaky smile.
Brandel walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Aschela walks out, visibly gulping as she looks to Toniath and Chaluth,
giving them a clumsy bow and stepping into her place in the
semi-circle.
Cimora walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Brandel gives Chaluth and Toniath a stiff bow as he walks in, comming right
up beside Aschela as he doesn't know what else to do.
Chaluth eyes Alloren, Aschela, and Brandel scrutinizingly, before giving a
stately nod of approval
Gerlon walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Cimora comes up behind Asch and gives a nervous bow to the two great
dragons, before gripping hard onto Asch's shoulder.
T'shar tries to look the proper picture of a bronzerider as the candidates
make their way onto the sands, his hands still tightly clasped behind
his back. Behind him, Toniath continues to inspect each new candidate,
his wings rustling slightly as he shifts position on the sands.
Aschela grasps Cimora's hand and gives it a brief squeez.
Gerlon makes his way to his designated spot in line, somewhere next to Cimora.
Ranjay walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Chaluth looks over Cimora, Gerlon, and Ranjay. After a moment of thought,
she gives a noble nod.
Gerlon bows to Chaluth and Tonaith, then to their riders.
Rosen walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Anlin smiles pleasantly at the entering Candidates, nodding in greeting
Tasuki walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Ranjay walks onto the sands, pausing to give a deep curtsey to Chaluth and
Toniath, then turns and moves over to stand near Aine.
Tasuki gives a low bow to the dam and sire of the clutch, barely missing
tripping on his robe as he struggles to get to a spot in the semi
circle of candidates.
Chaluth gives a stately nod to Rosen and Tasuki
Shayna walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance.
Chaluth blinks slowly as she gazes back at Cimora
Rosen ambles out onto the sand, half-bowing, half-curtsying to the queen
and her mate with a polite bow of her head as she notices Chaluth nod - and
a smile on her lips - before taking her place in the semi-circle
around the eggs
Shayna follows the last Candidate out, her skirt sweeping the hot sand. She
walks over to stand beside Vivian and F'ren, smiling over at Anlin
and T'shar brightly.
The whirled chaos egg decidely tests the confines of heat encrusted sand,
vibrating uncontrollably for three short periods then falling
silently back in place.
Chaluth gives a royal bugle of enthusiasm and greeting as the last of the
Candidates step forth, welcoming them all to the Sands of Fort Weyr!
Brandel nervously shifts from foot to foot, glancing about wildly.
Aschela's gaze swings quickly toward the whirled chaos egg and starts
violently at Chaluth's bugle.
Gerlon looks around for one split second, wanting to wave to those in the
Spectators gallery that he knows, but not doing so from fear.
Alloren looks from the people around him over to Chaluth as she lets out
her bugle. He blinks, just staring in that direction.
Cimora jumps and looks back and forth from the queen to the rocking egg,
before deciding that her feet are the best place to look until she
calms down.
Tasuki starts the candidate twostep, looking around and swallowing with
wide eyes, nervous.
The towering brick egg shudders violently for a very long minute, trembling
there in it's little divit before, rather suddenly, falling silent
again.
Anlin laughs like a giddy child, grabbing T'shar's hand. "This is so
exciting!!"
Aine reaches frantically for someone's hand, brushing Alloren's.
Brandel chuckles nervously. "The eggs seem as impatient as we are..."
Cimora giggles softly at Bran's comment
Gerlon watches with rapt silence.
Toniath's eyes glow faintly in the hatching cavern, whirling with
anticipation as he, too, lets out a low rumble of greeting to the
candidates and to the waiting inhabitants of the eggs. T'shar nods
at Anlin, reaching over to give her hand a squeeze back. "If I fall
over, just pour water on me or something," he tells her with a grin.
Alden suddenly clasps his hands behind his back, very tightly, his gaze
resting on the shuddering egg. He's trying to remain calm, although
it's more than a little evident that, in reality, he's far from it.
Aschela looks over at Brandel and says nothing, just clenching and
unclenching her hands, eyes wide.
Ranjay looks up at the queen, a tiny smile appearing on her lips. Her eyes
turn back to the clutch as the eggs start moving, shifting to the
other foot.
Alloren flashes Aine a nervous smile. "I can't believe this is finally
happening. Again, he turns to look in the direction of the eggs.
Anlin thwaps T'shar softly, "You can't faint.. if anyone does fainting
here, that'll be my job."
Rosen stands, solitary, as she glances in either direction; lip curling as
she notices the two young male candidates on either side, both
fidgeting horribly. Sighing to herself she stares stoutly forward,
eyes sweeping over the eggs, and resting on Chaluth.
Cimora looks up from her sandaled feet slowly, intently glazing at the eyes
as if to make them hatch sooner. Her fingers cross before she even
thinks about it.
Shayna shifts her feet, glancing down at her delicate sandals. She shoots a
grin over at Vivian, "Great choice of footwear, hmm? You'd think I'd
know better."
The igen sandstone egg suddenly distinguishes itself from the sand on which
it's been resting, small crunching noises heard as it rocks lightly
back and forth.
The whirled chaos egg moves with even more determination, this shiver
displacing the brightly shining egg and sending it spinning on one
end away from the small cluster that was once its resting place.
Tiredly, it ends the trail by finally falling over on one side, lying
listlessly once more.
Brandel gasps quietly, eyes locked on the sandstone egg. "My favorite..."
he mutters.
Aschela takes several deep breaths and stares strait foreward.
Vivian peeks down at Shayna's feet, arching a brow with a grin on her face.
She chuckles before returning her attention to the eggs and the
Candidates.
Aine watches the eggs move, her eyes darting back and forth between them as
if waiting to see which hatches first.
Davienne stands like a statue, watching the eggs. She seems deep in thought
and rememberence, then suddenly she reaches out to grab Phoebe's hand...
squeezing it gently as before.
Gerlon starts at the sound of crunching shells, then watches with intent as
the whirled chaos egg plays acrobat across the sands.
T'shar grins at Anlin, slipping an arm around her back. "I won't faint. I
promise. You don't either, okay?" He jumps as an egg near him begins to
rock. "Somehow it was almost less scary when *I* was the one in the
robe."
Phoebe turns to smile at Davienne and returns the squeeze. "Seems like only
yesterday it was us out there, hmm?" she murmurs softly to the
bluerider.
Tasuki tries to stand on one foot to save the other, but only finds that
the one is burnt even more by his attempts. hop.... hop.... hop....
A solitary *CRACK* from the Whirled Chaos Egg drawns everyones attention.
Falling neatly in to four pieces, the shards gentley drop away
revealing the glistening life contained within.
Speckled Goby Bronze Hatchling:
Like sand taken from the most remote beach and then polished to a gleaming
finish, the hide of this dragonet seems to catch the light in a
shifting pattern, burnished copper running in eddying rivulets over his
body. A random-seeming assortment of liver-colored dots cover his back
and flanks, barely emerging from the underlying color and giving him a
dappled appearance. Wings are layered with bands of shimmering color -
edged with gilt along the wingspars, golden-bronze shading into rich
russet as it reaches the mainsail, then lightening to a tawny yellow on
his pinions. A small circular patch over his right eye appears to have
been tarnished, the bright hide dulled with a greenish tinge. His tail
is wrapped in a spiral of maroon, which tightens gradually until
blooming across the spaded end, faint lines etched into the
recognizable shape of a fan.
Rosen has tears rolling down her face as she attempts to remain still, the
heat of the sands tickling her feet through her soles and threatening
to melt right through; at the appearance of the bronze, she takes in a
sharp breath; must be a good sign, no? And rivets her eyes on that to
forget about those dratted sands beneath her.
Aine ohs in a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes open wide and her
nervousness is forgotten. "It's happening," she whispers to Alloren,
"It's actually happening!"
Brandel gasps, blinking incredously. "It hatched. Oh no." Suddenly he
realizes the color and blinks again. "A bronze."
Alloren blinks, pointing. "Look, Aine, a bronze." Alloren then blinks as he
sees a few more of the eggs began to rock.
Anlin beats T'shar's arm, nearly bouncing in her seat. "A bronze! A bronze,
T'shar!!"
Aschela gasps and ooos softly at the sight of the little bronze, she
whispers to no one imparticular,"That's supposed to be good right?"
Alden lets out a most uncharacteristic gasp, before quickly sucking it back
in and shooting a nervous glance at F'ren. Slowly turning his eyes
back to the hatchling, he bends his knees slightly - maybe that'll
keep them from shaking.
Ranjay's eyes dart from egg to egg, not quite srue where to look first. She
rubs suddenly clammy fingers together and takes a deep breath. Which
is held when she watches the first egg hatch and sees the bronze
hatchling.
Toniath raises his head again and *bugles* louder than ever as the first of
the eggs hatches, and a bronze no less! T'shar covers his ears and
ducks away from the source of all of that noise, welcoming the little
bronze into the world. "I see, I see!" he says, taking all of Anlin's
blows.
Cimora sighs in amazement, "A good luck sign!" She shifts from foot to foot
nervously, almost impatiently.
Gerlon says "Oh!" He exclaims as the first Droagonette arrives on the
scene, "my!"
Tasuki can't see through the miragatic waves of heat that rise up off the
sands, but his ears are fine and he gasps quietly to himself at the
sounds of "Bronze" resonating through the candidates.
Chaluth fans her wings with a loud bugle, begin careful not to hit any of
the riders gathered near Anlin and T'shar
Speckled Goby Bronze Hatchling quickly snaps his magnificent wings to their
fullest extent, his tail uncurls behind him in good order. Precision,
perfection...almost perfection. His finite head moves slowly to observe
his surroundings. First one step, then another, sends him propelling
forward towards his fate and the semicircle of candidates nearby.
Vivian licks dry lips as she watches as the first hatchling makes his
appearance.
F'ren stands rather quietly, a rather pleased look on his face as the first
hatchling arrives. "Thats how I like to see a hatching start."
Alessandra blots sweat-dampened palms on her robe, amethyst eyes widening
as she spots the bronze. "Good luck, for a bronze to hatch first," she
murmurs, mostly to herself.
Shayna chuckles softly at F'ren's comment, her eyes studying the new bronze
dragonet.
Rosen's head whips around to see Chaluth bugle, mouth spreading into a wide
grin as her eyes wander back to the bronze, excitement brimming in that
young head of hers, as she tries to keep it from spilling out.
The igen sandstone egg begins to rock more insistently, sand grains
spilling out from its sides and creating a rift in the seamless pattern
beneath. A wobble, a bobble, and it rolls over onto one side, almost as
if it's eager to get somewhere.
Vivian grins openly at F'ren's comment, nodding her head but keeping her
eyes on the Candidates and the eggs.
Gerlon shifts unconsciencously from left foot to right, the heat
momentarily forgoten as he watches the Baby Bronzes trek for life.
Anlin grins from ear to ear at the Weyrleaders, "A *bronze*!" She says,
like they hadn't noticed!
Brandel grabs the front of his robe and jerks it in and out, trying to cool
himself off, eyes locked on the bronze first, the sandstone egg next.
A Fortian Hold girl crumples to her knees as a green dragonet stares
lovingly up at her. With tears streaming down her roundish face, she
hugs the green's neck, murmuring her name over and over.
Tasuki's eyes flicker around, trying to discern wavy blotches of color from
eggs versus hatchlings. His feet shuffle over the sands, avoiding as
much of the radiating warmth as possible.
Cimora sighs, "First Impression!"
Alloren reaches up to try and take hold of Aine's hand. "Look at that one
over there. Did you see?"
T'shar laughs aloud at something Toniath's said and gives Anlin a huge hug.
"He says it's only worthy of their clutch, and he -does- look a lot like
Toniath." Toniath thumps his tail more firmly against the ground,
watching the speckled bronze with obvious satisfaction. Then his
attention is diverted as the first impression is made, and he *bugles*
again, deafeningly.
Aschela looks around a bit dazed as she hears Cimora,"Where?" slips out of
her mouth breatlessly.
Cimora points a shaking finger towards the girl and her green
Gerlon smiles abesntly at the impression that just happened, then grins as
he recognises the young girl he was working Kitchen duties with when he
first arrived.
Aine grabs on to Alloren's hand and nods. "I did!"
Anlin nods at T'shar with twinkling eyes. Chaluth echos Toniath's bugle
with one of her own, welcoming the new pair to the Weyr!
One of the Assistant Weyrlingmasters, J'tal, heads over to the new pair,
and help them off the sands.
Ranjay starts, glancing over at Toniath's tail thumping, a grin appearing
on her face for some reason. Standing near Aine, she hears Alloren and
looks over, nodding.
The fragile lilac egg suddenly awakens, the heat warming and luring to the
life now moving within. The struggle of the unseen dragonkin sets the
egg reeling, and rather roughly it rolls towards it's right collapsing
into a neighboring egg before ceasing it's dance.
Brandel wrings part of his long robe out anxiously, gazing towards the girl
and her green.
The igen sandstone egg holds incredibly still for a moment, then, with a
little shudder, bounces several inches across the sands. Like a mound
growing directly out of the sands, it rolls and roils across the ground,
whipped up by searing Igen winds into a frenzy of movement.
Alden glances quickly at the first impression, and nods his head quickly -
it's someone he knows. He returns his attention to the other hatchlings
right away, because he's afraid of getting trampled as much as he is
interested in actually catching the attention of one of them.
Speckled Goby Bronze Hatchling gains grace with every step. A flash of fire
across the crowded sands, he avoids first one egg clump then the other,
coming first upon the section of girls. An approving once over and his
steps become quicker, long strides that make him appear like a blur
then he abruptly stops once more to hover along the edge of the males.
Almost perfection, so close, the determination returns as his sparkling
ruby eyes pour over those closest to him.
Rosen has been swept with emotion, and now her eyes are scanning the two
violently rocking eggs - lilac and sandstone.
Aschela starts shaking as the lilac egg begins to move; her eyes glued to
it for a moment before they flash to the sandstone egg. Her eyes begin
to dart from one movement on the sands to another.
Gerlon watches the little Igen sandstone egg with a mirthful quip. His eyes
follow the tumbling path across the sands as he also tries to follow
the path of the Bronze hatchling.
Cimora clasps her hands tighty, pushing the bronze in her mind towards one
of her friends. Her head turns back and forth, trying to take
everything in.
Dragon> Chaluth bespoke Toniath, Jaecinth, Serriath, and Lienth with
<< Humm in welcome, Humm in love, Humm from dragons up above.. >>
A lad from Hold Gar kneels as a brown hatchling makes his way decisively
toward him. In a cry of triumph he announces his dragon's name, and
a whoop of celebration bursts from his family in the galleries.
Aine watches the Bronze and it's path, eggs escaping her attention for the
moment.
Alloren Gives the little bronze a long look before his attention is drawn
to some of the other eggs breaking shell.
Ranjay's breath catches as the lilac egg rolls up against the other egg.
She starts shifting from foot to foot, the heat of the sands
beginning to soak through her bootclad feet.
Another Assistant Weyrlingmaster, Merryn, collects the brown dragon and his
new lifemate, and helps them off the hot sands.
Tasuki finally is able to discern a bronze form, making his way amongst the
candidates. Tasuki's eyes widen and he looks around, swallowing his
already dry mouth.
Gerlon looks off towards the shout, not recognising right off the
impression he looks about wondering.
Toniath> Chaluth, Jaecinth, Serriath, and Lienth sense that Toniath is
humming so much he's going to go hoarse. And even then, he'd keep it up
mentally.
Alden unclasps his hands with an obvious effort, forcing them down to his
sides. He tries to keep his eyes on the nearest hatchlings, warily, but
the Candidate does glance up at the other eggs, those that have yet to
spill fourth their contents, with curiosity.
Aine punches Ranjay with her free hand. "Another impression!" She pauses.
"Oh, sorry!"
Dragon> Chaluth, Toniath, Jaecinth, and Serriath sense that Lienth's blues
are truly brilliant echoing not quite the words, but close enough
<<Hum in welcome, yes! Hum in love. I'm humming, humming from above!>>
And then <<They are beautiful.>>
An erruption of movement pulls everyones interest to the Igen Sandstone
Egg. Amplified vibrations move the egg quickly to and fro as its
occupant struggles within. With one last great shake, the shell breaks
into millions of tiny shards, releasing the impatient hatchling at last!
Crystallized Ochre Brown Hatchling:
Warm pale shades litter the hide of this slender hatchling. Almost golden
in their pale hues, the light streaming into the hatching cavern seems
to catch on hide and wing sails, setting the former alight with amber
glows, and the latter into translucent creamy opacity. The rougher
colouration down his hindquarters is what brings this hatchling back down
to earth, the sandy hints dulled by red-tinted clays and touched with
hints of woody-agates. The golden amber tints merge with the rocky traces
of yellow-brown ochre across his underbelly sliding back to the rich
sediment colours chasing his hind limbs. Overall the colouration puts you
in mind of a semiprecious stone jutting out from some stone outcropping.
He appears as though crafted from a semiprecious stone jutting out from
some stone outcropping, suddenly woken up and lumbering forth from his
earthy confines.
Dragon> Chaluth, Toniath, Jaecinth, and Lienth sense that Serriath hums
vibrantly, sending whirls of green and blue, welcoming the new
dragonettes into the world.
Brandel looks a little dissapointed and a lot scared as the brown
impresses, but a new brown draws his gaze away. "Ooohh..." he breathes.
Aine's punch turns into a grasp. "It's a brown!" she whispers to Ranjay,
then to Alloren. As if they couldn't tell.
Gerlon looks across the sands to see if hiw two favorite eggs have hatched
yet, then catches that running Igen egg and watches as a beautiful
Brown hatchling pours forth into the world. Amazed, he looks on
silently.
Alloren nods quickly to Aine. "Out of the egg that looks like the sands
back home."
Tasuki hears Aine's words, "A Brown? Where?" he looks out through the waves
of heat, trying to spot it amidst the bursting shards of dragon shells
and impressions being made.
Cimora stares at the brown, quietly muttering something along the lines of
"beautiful".
Rosen's eyes now settle on the brown hatchling, widening as she takes in
another sharp breath at the simply gorgeous new hatchling - waving a
glance over the galleries as if searching for someone.
Aschela fumbles for Brandel's hand as her gaze finnally settles on an egg
near her that has yet to show any sign of hatching.
Vivian tries to watch all the movement as more hatchlings appear, obscuring
her view of some of the candidates.
Aine nods in the direction of the newest hatching. "Out there. You can't
see it, Tasuki?"
Brandel grasps Aschela's hand tightly, eyes locked on the brown hatchling.
Ranjay blinks, whether from the punch, or from seeing the egg shatter. She
simply nods and pats Aine's hand where it's clutching her arm. "He's
beautiful" she whispers to Aine. She tries to watch everything
happening all at once. The rocking eggs, the hatchlings, the
impressions. And has to blink her eyes clear.
Anlin points across the Sands, taking note of the new Impressions and the
new Hatchlings just appearing.
Shayna watches raptly, occasionally murmuring a comment to Vivian.
Tasuki shakeshis head, wiping his eyes, 'Too hot." he manages to say.
Two lanky weyrboys stare wonderously at a pair of little blue dragons
stumbling over themselves and each other to make their way across the
sands. As each boy Impresses the dragonet in front of the other, they
laugh and start jostling each other in jubilation before the hunger
of their new lifemates returns their attention to their proper duty.
Alessandra shuffles back and forth in 'her' small patch of sand as her
watchful gaze tries to take everything in.
Cimora forgets all about dignity and starts hopping from one foot to the
other, wringing her hands nervously.
The fragile lilac egg sputters to life once more in a spray of sand, nearly
coating a nearby Hold Gar candidate. The impatience of it's habitant is
quite visible a tiny fissures now begin to form on the encasing. As
quickly as it begun, the lilac egg settles a second time, perhaps it's
gem it encapsulates is catching another burst of energy.
Alden glances over at Tasuki and says, even as he shifts from one sandaled
foot to the other, "No, it's...tollerable."
Aine laughs at the newest pair of impressions.
Speckled Goby Bronze Hatchling slows in his final steps, his breath as bated
as any other being in the galleries, on the sands, on the ledges. Such
precision, determination beyond compare, driven to find everything that
has been missing since he hatched. There is no doubt in his mind as the
lithe bronze surges forward, knocking others off balance and announces
himself to Tasuki in a trumpet that rings throughout the grounds.
Finally, to be complete, to be one.
J'tal, returning from the first green, makes his way over to the two blues
and their new lifemates, and helps them to the oil and food their new
dragons need.
Tasuki gasps and throws his arms around his lifemate, "Oh Ahazeth... "
Davienne grins and looks at J'cob with a raised eyebrow, "Tasuki."
Cimora gasps, "Tasuki!" She suddenly laughs with joy, "Tasuki, you did it!
You did it!"
Alessandra, as she sees Tasuki's Impression, lets out a joyful shout.
"Congratulations!"
Brandel watches as the hatchlings move quickly about on the sands. His eyes
light up as the little bronze finds Tasuki.
Aine breaks into a wide smile. "Congrats Tasuki!"
T'shar keeps blinking, trying to keep up with everything going on in front
of him, reaching up to tug at his collar again. His head jerks up as
the little bronze bugles the discovery of his new lifemate, echoed by
his sire's loud trumpet. "Yeah, that's definitely Toniath's blood."
Alloren points. "Yes! Tasuki impressed bronze."
Phoebe laughs softly as she watches the impressions.
Vivian dance with excitment as the hatchlings begin to find their mates.
T'suki laughs to Ahazeth, looking around, swallowing...
Gerlon smiles down the circle of candidates at one of his friends. to the
candidates near him he says, "I'd have never guessed that one..." He
calls down to Tasuki,'WAY ta Go Mate."
Davienne adds, "Jaecinth is going to gloat for a week, he searched that one."
Aschela begins shaking all over again as she hears the shouts the Tasuki
has Impressed; she squeezes Brandel's hand all the harder.
Alden spares Tasuki a brief smile and a soft 'congradulations' - he doesn't
have time for much more, after all. Wouldn't want to get gored by one
of those other dangerous little dragons, now, would he?
J'cob nods to Davienne, and starts across the sands for Tasuki, kicking up
sand as he closes with the pair. When he is but a short distance, he
hails the pair, "Come, we will take care of him.. he'll be hungry."
The morning light egg stirs slightly, just the barest bit in its sandy
depression, as if waking up from a terribly long sleep.
T'suki nods, "Food! Food... come on.." he tries to lead the little bronze
off the sands towards J'cob.
Ahazeth steps into the holding room.
Aschela's blue gaze begins to flit from egg to hatchling to egg all over
again as more little dragonetts begin their new life.
Crystallized Ochre Brown Hatchling shakes a few remaining shards of egg off
of his foot and chiseled head, managing to right himself before he can
trip or fall. Damp wings stretch and tail extends, amber and golden
accents caught by the light that reflects from the sands beneath him. A
hesitant, lumbering step forward, then another, and his head cocks to
one side. This isn't so hard!
Rosen's face is a candle, lit by the Impression of a candidate that she
knows - though soon her gaze returns reight back to the brown hatchling,
smiling as she watches its progress with his first steps - trembling.
Ranjay's smile widens into a grin. "Congrats Tasuki" she is compelled to
call, though she knows he probably won't hear her. She grins at Aine
as he's led off the sands. Then the brown hatchlings movements bring
her attention back to the eggs.
Aine grins back at Ranjay, excitement lighting up her eyes. "I knew it. I
just knew it!" she says in a loud whisper, bouncing on her toes.
Brandel's eyes skim across the various hatchlings on the sands. He watches
with anticipation and excitment, his hands clutching the sides of his
robe.
Gerlon gives a half grin at the little ochre Brown hatchling as he traces a
well viewed line across the eggs splayed out on the sands. He holds a
wee bit too firm to the candidate next top him and is quietly scolded
into letting go of his arm, "oh, sorry."
Anlin nods to T'shar, "Definitely like his parents.."
Alloren grins, quickly teasing Aine. "It was the new robe..."
Cimora suddenly plants both feet down, her nervousness gone due to the joy
of her friend. She suddenly can't help but grin and whisper to Asch,
"Wish I had taken him up on a bet about Impressing!"
Shayna beams with pleasure at the Impressions happening all around,
enjoying the expressions on peoples' faces.
Aine laughs at Alloren. "Maybe so!"
Aschela looks over at Cimora and grins,"Yeah."
T'shar grins at Anlin. "I'd say Chaluth taught him everything he knows," he
teases her gently, then turns back to watch the sands again. "What was
his name? Ahazeth?" He nods again in approval.
As the Fragile Lilac Egg shivers and shakes, a number of striations expand
along its once smooth, hard surface. With quite a few more shudders, the
egg splinters into a dozen jagged pieces, the shards slipping away to
disclose the diminutive dragon within.
Delicately Carved Greenstone Pendant Hatchling:
A master perhaps puts out only one true masterpiece in his life, a work of
flawless design and workmanship. Carved out of the finest greenstone, the
delicate limbs of this green are nothing but the most perfect cut, the
perfect size for each other and the perfect shading. Even finding the
right stone would be hard; but somehow the perfect deep, and yet ever so
clear and flawless greenstone has been found to form the flanks of this
young green, with seamless movement into a lighter, clearer, and yet
still such a deep green for her neck and wedge. Down her tail the colours
move darker and darker still, until the greens are so dark that you'd
think you'd never be able to see through it, and yet somehow you can. As
the green moves down under her belly it forms a seamless alliance of gold
and green -- as if the chain of this perfectly worked pendant -- that
swirls together and then parts -- as if it had never been together at
all -- moving back up to the seamless greenstone of before. A slight
movement, and the darkest green yet is shown on her outstretched wing
sails, so dark it seems black -- until she shifts again, and the light
filters through -- a definite contrast to her golden hued talons.
Anlin giggles and jibes back, "Of course she did.. she teaches all the
important stuff.."
Fort Weyr> T'quinn grins to Fiora, "Hey, the chant worked!"
Fort Weyr> T'shar says, "Wow, magic!"
Fort Weyr> V'han belatedly wavies, too. :)
Fort Weyr> Fiora snaps her finger. So I can guess these things? ;)
Fort Weyr> Davienne says, "mMMMmm she's so purty too Fiora :)"
The morning light egg tips slightly to the right, lopsidedly lurching
towards the sands, and then comes to a rest in this awkward position.
Alloren says. "Look at that green. It's lovely." However, Alloren keeps his
eye on the brown as well.
Brandel peers across the sands as a particularly beautiful green hatches. A
warm smile plays across his face before he turns his attention to the
hatchlings closer at hand.
Gerlon says "ooo, I was right," he jibs Aine and Alloren. "That Lilac egg
was a green after all." He watches the tile verdent hatchling come
into this life. He silently says, "yes.""
Rosen gasps as the egg splinters into a lovely great hatchling, curls
bouncing everywhere without a flicker of her notice; the excitement
and the uproar of the hatching is too much to bother her about little
details such as that.
Cimora sighs at the lovely green. . .
Aine nods. "She's beautiful," she says, split between watching the two
hatchlings. She grins over at Gerlon. "So you were!" she calls out.
"Good thing I didn't place any bets, neh?"
Gerlon nods back.
Crystallized Ochre Brown Hatchling has gotten the hang of this walking
thing, or more appropriately, lurching, his steps heavy and ponderous as
he makes his way across the sands. A small knot of candidates gets a brief
inspection before he turns slowly away, deliberately seeking out
something...different. His tail drags across the sands, carving out a
trail behind him before he lifts it halfway, carrying it like a banner
behind him.
Aschela gasps loudly as the lilac egg cracks to reveal the beautiful little
green; she finnally smiles a true soft smile and nods once before looking
around at the other hatchlings appearing.
Alloren casts a quick glance back at Gerlon. "Yeah, but let's see how you
do over all."
Cimora stares thoughtfully at the little green, before giving her attention
to the rest of the clutch again.
Rosen is different; or, rather, just alone, standing there proudly as she
holds the gaze of her mother up in the galleries - Syltha nearly doing
herself over in a muttering frenzy.
Gerlon watches the Brown Hatchling lurch about the sands, the trail it
leaves dragging his tail and the look it gives the other candidates. He
lets a smile cross his face at the comedic impression he gets from the
tail raise.
Aschela giggles at the little brown weaving and bobbing through the eggs.
Threatening to wind her long brunette runner tail into knots, an apprentice
weaver stands nervously among the crowd of Candidates. A blue hatchling
falls across her feet, bawling on the sand. Before she can help it up, it
creels and totters away, drawing her gaze to a green who had just come up
from behind her, and the lifebond is formed!
J'tal steps forward, smiling, to lead the former apprentice weaver and
hatchling to where food is waiting for her hungry green lifemate.
Ranjay looks back and forth between the green and brown hatchlings, eyes
wide with awe and delight. She shifts from foot to foot as the heat seeps
through the bootsoles and starts toasting her toes. She wipes her
slippery fingers on her robe again, glancing over at Aine and Alloren.
"It's taking forever and it's going too fast."
The driftwood egg lists onto its side, mashing the nest of sand that
stranded it here. Slowly it rolls from side to side, tossed about by some
unseen tide before coming to a rest again.
Aine nods in agreement. "So true. I feel like I've been here forever!"
Cimora sighs, 'And yet it's far to quick!"
Alden shifts his feet again, his gaze sweeping over the remaining
hatchlings, then the remaining eggs, and finally the remaining
Candidates. Huh. Lots of remainings, any way you look at it, or
something.
Aschela begins shuffling from one foot to the other as a wide smile spreads
across her face and sparkling eyes dart feverishly over the Sands.
Gerlon looks down towards Alloren and nods,"yeah. I'm close in the running
right now, but it's still early." He tosses his other foot up after
planting the cool one firmly down. "Though it could go any way at this
point." He tries to maintain a steady gaze on all the eggs and
hatchlings at once.
Crystallized Ochre Brown Hatchling gives his wings a shake as though to
free them of clinging grains of sand but the rich golden-tan remains.
Continuing to carefully inspect each of the candidates that comes into
his path or even nearby, his steady, plodding gait slowing even
further as he nears something verrrry interesting. Step, step, and his
head extends cautiously forward, pausing only when he makes solid, but
gentle contact with Brandel's midsection. Finally complete, the brown
lets out a low, gravelly rumble of contentment.
The morning light egg falls completely onto one side, rolling gently
against another egg with a soft *bump*. It then reverses its
direction and wobbles and bobbles back a few feet towards its
original spot.
Cimora claps her hands and grins, "Brandel, Brandel!"
Aine grins. "Now Leara can't yell at you!"
Alden glances over at Brandel and gives him a wide smile, not really
expecting Pern's newest rider to see it. A friend. Good.
Aschela gasps as Brandel's hand is jerked from her; she looks over to see
him and his new lifemate,"Oh Brandel, how wonderful. Congrats!"
Brandel gulps and stares at the brown "Haeth!" he cries
Gerlon notices Brendel's impression and smiles, "congrats man." He
continues to look forward almost lost in what's happening before him.
T'shar's smile brightens as Brandel impresses the deliberate little brown.
Toniath rumbles again in satisfaction, and the bronzerider grins. "I
know, you were right," he says. "You're not bad at searching."
Alloren points. "Look, that brown went to Brandel."
Shayna smiles as more Impressions are made, shifting her feet and
surreptitiously wiping sweat from her brow.
Aine nods as she follows Alloren's hand. "Isn't it wonderful?"
Phoebe grins, making her way over toward the newest impressed pair. "Haeth?
What a lovely name. And such a handsome fellow he is. And hungry too,
I'd imagine. If you'll lead him this way, +finger brandel
Fort Weyr> T'shar gasps. Phoebe! On the *sands*! With a *weyrling*
Fort Weyr> Merryn is appalled at Phoebe's behaviour!!!
....erk...Brandel...
Fort Weyr> Fiora giggles! I knew you were bad, but really. That just cuts
the cake.
Fort Weyr> Leah says, "Ye gods! The Weyr is coming to an END!"
Fort Weyr> Vyren says, "Phoebe, you PERV :)"
Fort Weyr> V'han gasps!
Fort Weyr> Vyren says, "Hey, what color did he just get?"
Fort Weyr> Leah says, "And of course, Phoebe is +quieted :)"
Plateau Hold's smallest son stares incredulously as a creeling blue
dragonet staggers before him. A trembling hand reaches forward to touch
the young dragon's upturned face, and suddenly pulls back. The blue
nudges the boy once more before one of the WeyrlingMaster's staff leads
the unsure pair off the Sands. As they depart, the boy looks up at the
rider and asks fearfully, "He says he's hungry.. He won't eat me, will
he?"
Fort Weyr> Fiora grins. We'll have to tease her later, then.
Fort Weyr> Vyren says, "Ahh, appropriate. :)"
Fort Weyr> Leah says, "Brandel just Impressed brown Haeth :)"
Fort Weyr> Phoebe sighs. Yes. I'm clueless (takes a bow).
Ranjay calls "congrats Brandel", chuckling at Aine's comment. She sighs
softly, turning back to the clutch in time to see the blue impress.
"ooooo... it's definitely going too fast."
Fort Weyr> Leah says, "That's just part of your charm, Phoebe!"
Fort Weyr> T'quinn ROTFL belatedly seeing Phoebe's mav!
Fort Weyr> Phoebe giggles. Well, it was a brown rider, and well, I *am* an
evil green.....
Fort Weyr> Merryn notes that Phoebe better get the same punishment -she-
did for consorting with candidates...
Fort Weyr> Fiora's done just as bad. put a : in front of a +finger... Fiora
+finger someone ;)
Aine laughs and whispers in Ranjay's ear at the lastest impression, She
mutters to Ranjay, "... certainly... the dragonettes do!"
Aschela sighs forlornly as she watches Brandel lead his new lifemate off
the sands; she looks about nervously as her smile is now obviously
pasted to her face.
The morning light egg begins to spin lightly, lazily, lyrically, in its
sandy home. Dreamily drifting side to side, some cracks can be seen
on its surface.
Alloren looks over to Aine. "Which color do you think will come this way
next?"
Rosen dips her head a bit, sniffing as she shuffles back and forth; dignity
given up upon with those hot sands crackling. She spots the moving egg,
curious.
Delicately Carved Greenstone Pendant Hatchling delicately shakes her wings
to rid them of the sand that clings so belligerently there. Her efforts
prove futile, however, as her movement only causes more sand to lodge to
her still-moist hide. Tiring of the endless game, she lifts her dainty
head and takes in the appearance of the surrounding white-cald beings for
the first time. Suddenly, her eyes whirl a frightened shade of red-orange
and quickly whirls her head to peek up at the large and beautiful looming
gold for reassurance.
Gerlon falls curiously silent while watching the hatching from the sands.
A small smile cracks Alden's oh-so-false attempt at seriousness as he spots
the little green. He looks away quickly, keeping an eye on the other
hatchlings, as if such a sign of affection is somehow bad.
Anlin is grinning about as foolishly as T'shar usually does, watching with
excitement all the Impressions happening so fast. Looking up at the two
dragons above her, she smiles, "You both produced such beauties!"
Toniath lowers his head to peer down at the little green, rumbling
encouragement, then cocks his head at Chaluth. T'shar seconds Anlin's
emotion with a vehement nod of his head.
Aschela spys the little green she was looking at earlier and smiles as she
looks up to Chaluth for reassurance; she then turns as another egg
wobbles close to her.
Chaluth nods to the green, crooning reassurance.
A soft gasp errupts from the loose circle of Candidates as several cracks
appear in the Morning Light Egg. As the cracks widden, a small, wedge
shaped head pokes through, glistening in the glow of the cavern. The shell
shatters instantly and the body of the young dragon emerges, its leathery
hide soft and malleable from its time spent within the egg fluid.
Glacial Ice Blue Hatchling:
What first strikes the eye about this dragonet is the complete covering of
his hide with the creamy sea-foam blue-green of a bitterly cold glacial
lake. There isnt anything to mar the perfection of the color from his
triangular head to the tip of his whip-like tail unless of course, you
notice his feet. Royal blue licks up the edge of his feet and covers them
like brilliant socks of color. It gives this hatchling a very distinctive
look, as if there wasnt anything like him that has come before, and he
knows it. Countering the chilly color of his hide are his large and
perfectly shaped whirling eyes. They are quite noticeable from the
serenity of the rest of his body. Just like his sire, Toniath, his
attitude is very apparent from the moment he popped out of his confining
eggshell. He is the most attractive and best blue of the clutch, in his
opinion, ready to take on the world! He holds his head high and surveys
his surroundings like a king on his throne.
Rosen leisurely turns to watch the little green, having control of herself;
solid, yet shaky, and attention caught for mere seconds by the
arriving blue.
Cimora sighs at the beautiful blue hatchling, "Look, Aine, look, a blue!"
Aine nods, her attention also drawn away from the green. "Beautiful!"
T'shar grins, leaning close to Anlin to murmur, He mutters to Anlin, "...
wonderfully. But... end... this... him."
Anlin senses T'shar grins, leaning close to Anlin to murmur, "They did
wonderfully. But I'll never hear the end of this from him."
Aschela grins over at Cimora and her excitement, giving her a quick wink
before turning back to watch the hatchings.
Gerlon watches those around him impress with a smile, while retaining his
silent air.
Alden turns his head to regard the blue curiously, a smile touching his
face as the dragon emerges from his shell. As before the Candidate
turns away, doing his best to make his features look stony once
more.
Anlin grins back at T'shar. She mutters to T'shar, "... only... is... then
a sevenday later... talk,... we'll... both... Ice Lake to... them...
to half wits!"
You sense Anlin grins back at T'shar. "It'll probably only last until ours
is born, then a sevenday later it'll be nothing but Hatchling and
baby talk, and we'll have to dip them both in Ice Lake to bring them
back to half wits!"
Shayna smiles and gestures to Vivian as she spots a color dragon that is
particularly pleasing to her eye. "Lovely," she murmurs.
Rosen is too pleased with the environment to settle her attention anywhere;
her eyes do linger on the beautiful little green though, sparked.
Ranjay shivers, her feet shuffling as she shuffles back a step, then
forward again. She glances around to see everything at once. Her
saphire eyes returning to the blue hatchling.
Alloren reaches up to wipe a little trickle of sweat away from his brown.
"Did you see that blue?" He asks Aine.
T'shar's in such a great mood that even the thought of changing diapers
doesn't bother him now. "I suppose I can live with that," he says,
making adoring puppy eyes at his weyrmate. "After all, if you can
live with me, I suppose I can put up with Toniath and Chaluth."
Aine nods. "I did. He's lovely." She grins up at Alloren, plucking at her
robe to try and dissapate the heat. Her eyes scan the sands, watching
the other eggs and hatchlings as well.
Fort Weyr> Phoebe eyes T'shar. Okay. Now I feel all gaggy now! (grin)
Fort Weyr> T'shar mooshes the whole knot!
Fort Weyr> Merryn watches T'shar lay it on a little thick. "Need a bigger
shovel?"
Fort Weyr> Phoebe snickers.
Fort Weyr> Fiora is mooched. Hmm. Interesting. ;)
Fort Weyr> Phoebe +fingers the lot of you. Ha!
Fort Weyr> Merryn enjoys it!
Fort Weyr> Leah says, "Gee, Phoebe, at least you could wait until we're all
in private :)"
Fort Weyr> Phoebe says, "But I'm so excited, I just can't hide it!"
Fort Weyr> Fiora giggles.
Fort Weyr> T'shar -likes- this blue!
Gerlon grins as he notices Danyr nearby looking as distreesed as himself.
He finds that he is now next to Rosen and reaches tentatively for
her hand. Odd as that may seem.
Fort Weyr> Davienne says, "just for you tish baby ;)"
Fort Weyr> Fiora thinks he's going to ruin the good name of blues
everywhere. ;)
Fort Weyr> Anlin thinks that's definitely an illegal act against a
goldrider, and subscribes Phoebe to Star Stone duty for all Winter
Fort Weyr> Phoebe snickers.
Fort Weyr> Phoebe eyes Anlin. "Oh yeah. I'm shaking in my shoes. Pbbbt!"
A well tanned, blond haired girl of Southern Boll grins proudly as a green
hatchling arrives at her feet. After hugging her new dragon, she
hugs her Candidate friend standing next to her, squeeling the
dragon's name in joy.
Fort Weyr> Farnham waves and has to get going. "ICly I'm still watching
from the gallery."
Fort Weyr> Anlin notes, and as a pregnant goldrider, you are hereby
confined to.. "Er wait, confining you to your weyr isn't a
punishment in this cas.. *grrr* Where's those old torture records
again?"
Fort Weyr> Phoebe ooh's! And sic's the spelling police on that last
hatching pose!!!
Aine grins as she watches the impression. "Look! There's another!" she
points out to Ranjay and Alloren.
J'tal comes over to the newly impressed pair and ushers them off to the
weyrling barracks.
Aschela grins and giggles as the girl next to her Impresses,"Congrats!",
she beams and looks around at Aines voice, nodding.
The towering brick egg shudders, fine grains of sand falling off it's shell
as it finally topples over on it's side and rests still.
Gerlon watches as an egg up front shakes for a moment then falls over onto
it's side. His smile stil placated by all the impressions.
Glacial Ice Blue Hatchling stretches, clearly excited to be free of his
confining home of the past few months. A wing is extended, a talon
examined, and the icy blue hide shudders in an attempt to shake off
flecks of shell. Then the wings, first one and then the other is
unfurled and admired. After several long moments of self-absorbtion,
this dragonet turns his wedge-shaped head towards the whie-robed figures.
Pushing the now limp strands of hair off her face absently, Ranjay watches
the new impressions, turns to see the big egg fall over, looks over at
the blue, then the green hatchlings, and wipes her clammy hands on her
robe yet again. "wow"
Delicately Carved Greenstone Pendant Hatchling gathers much strength from
the reassurance provided by dam and sire. Boldly now, she lumbers across
the sands, her mind reaching out, searching, calling for that special
one whom she will soon claim as her own. Despite the customary
awkwardness afforded to hatchlings, she carries herself with a sense of
grace and regality, certainly a reflection of her dam in this aspect. She
scrutinizes the passing faces and rocking bodies...she suddenly pauses,
kicking up more sand. She has made a connection....wings unfurling in a
'crinkle' as sand spills from its former lodging. Eyes gaze placatingly
into those of Aschela and a sweet and melodic croon trickles from her maw,
the bond now sealed.
Alden clasps his hands behind his back once more, apparently becoming used
to the chaos reigning on the sands. He's obviously trying to give each of
the hatchlings an equal ammount of attention - so none of them feel left
out, of course.
Aine grins as she calls out congratulations to Aschela which most likely
fall on deaf ears.
Aschela beams and throws her arms around her new lifemate "Tarenyth!"
Rosen watches the delicate green fall to Aschela, eyes sparkling as she
cheers out her congratulations; before her eyes stray to the blue.
Alessandra grins brightly as Aschela Impresses, still shuffling back and
forth in her patch of sand. "Congratulations." This time, the word is
uttered more quietly, and likely swept away by the surrounding noise.
Gerlon watches as Aschela makes that lifelong contact and it brings a big
grin to his face while he chukles privately tohimself.
Darkly handsome, an older boy from Minehold looks on with a bewildered,
though joyful, face as a determined green makes her way to his side. A
redheaded girl from Peyton giggles teasingly behind the muscular boy, until
he turns around with narrowed eyes. Those eyes suddenly go wide as a burst
of laughter issues forth, and the all too feminine looking girl finds
herself bound by the love of a crooning blue.
Davienne unclaps her hands from behind her back, reaches up to tug her hair
behind her ears and wanders over to Tarenyth and Aschela. She beams at both
of them, inspecting the little green and her new mate closely. Then she
turns towards the barracks and extends a palm, "Come on, she's probably
famished. You'll need to feed this one right away, I'm sure."
A startling *CRACK* brings everyones attention to the Driftwood Egg.
Numerous striations rapidly develop into a myriad of cracks causing the egg
to fall apart. A handsome young dragonet spills to the sand, giving a
startled creel.
Noble Shipwright's Dream Bronze Hatchling:
Mist rolls in over the darkened hide as it sits quietly, waiting for each
quiet wave to hit. Rocking waves of brown and bronze intermingle, caressed
only slightly by silvery blue. The ghostly appearance seems to have come
from some dream as the mists part and reveal his true form. Strength and
power, like a ship in the fog, holds this young bronze in a prowess all
his own. With his head held just 'so', as if placed at the bow of a ship,
he guides himself with confidence and accuracy. The darker shades of his
underbelly reveal themselves now and again with his every step, as if
bobbing in and out of the water. His wings are his sails as he spreads
them wide, misty blue grey envelops them in their entirety, giving him the
same gift of wind that a schooner holds. Aft is his tail, guiding him in
his endeavours, stern and strong all by itself. Combined this makes him
appear as strong as the most well built Master Shipwright's vessel,
promising to hold true to the wind and the current, as well as to his
captain.
J'tal extends a helping hand to the young girl and her impatient blue.
Deftly, the older rider leads her and the youngling to the waiting
bowls of food and oil within.
The towering brick egg shimmies violently as the being inside tries to work
it's way out. A circle forms in the sand as it works it's way around
and around.
Aschela look up at Davi, eyes puddling,"She's hungry." She gets up and
follows Davi off the sands.
Gerlon squeezes Rosen's hand tightly, "ooo, look, another Bronze." he grins
broadly forgetting what's happening and just enjoying watching the
hatching.
Aine's eyes fly open wide at the newest hatchling. She grabs onto Ranjay's
arm. "It's a bronze!" Duh.
Alden's head snaps over in the direction of the Driftwood Egg, as if he'd
been waiting for it to hatch all allong - his favorite. He quickly
looks back at the other eggs, pretending as if he didn't notice.
Alloren sorts gives Aine's hand a tug as he just stares at the latest
bronze. "Look!" he exclaims.
Rosen staggers, glancing around as she slowly inches her way toward another
candidate - another bronze! Letting the feeling pass from her lips,
she glances from blue to bronze, enthralled.
Ranjay grins. "Congrats Aschela." she calls, then jumps slightly at the
sudden noise, here eyes going wide with wonder. "oh wow." She feels
Aine's grip but is too busy looking at the bronze.
Glacial Ice Blue Hatchling begins to make his way across the hot sands
towards the Candidates. His movements awkward and uncoordinated at first,
the blue nearly tangles his feet with his still-damp wings, and seems
headed for an undignified tumble. He quickly recovers, however, and his
whirling eyes scan the gathered faces, seeking that bewitching presence
he feels is not far away.
A knot of weyrgirls send up an indiscernable cry of names as three green
dragonets manage to untangle their sets of wings long enough to Impress
the trio. Their harmony is soon turned into a mild arguement of whose
dragon is the most beautiful and proper shade of green, as they are all
escorted off the sands.
Rosen winces, hand clenching into a reddened fist at the stumble; but
instantly she eases, also scanning the faces... and surfaces...of all
of the expressions, all bewitching to someone out there.
Gerlon grins at the girls next to him, heart pounding causing a slight
grimacing smile across his face, 'aren't they all just perfect,' he
asks?
Dragon> All dragons sense that Jaecinth bugles the arrival of another
lovely green dragon into the world. It's good to be blue.
Dragon> All dragons sense that Toniath snorts at Jaecinth. << As if I'd let
you near my little girl! >>
Vivian watches as the Weyrlingmaster and his staff help the new pairs from
the sands. She shifts a bit against the heat of the sands before
returning her attention to the Candidates and the Hatchlings.
Dragon> All dragons sense that Vtanth rumbles amusedly to Jaecinth,
<< Greens are quite lovely, though with you blue's catching them all
the time, it is hard to enjoy them to their full extent! >>
Dragon> Toniath bespoke all dragons with << As if I'd let -anyone- near my
little girl! ;) >>
J'cob returns to the sands from supervising the new pairs, in order to help
out with the still-hatching dragonets.
Dragon> Fort dragons sense that Serriath eyes the lovely new bronzes and
browns blues and rumbles appreciateively. <<Let's see if any of them
are fast enough to catch *me* when they grow.....>>
Alloren calls over to Aine. "Can you see where the blue might be heading? I
can't see over there."
Dragon> Lienth bespoke all dragons with << I could catch you, Serriath. And
your daughter, Toniath. I could catch anyone. Whether I want to or not
is another story. >>
Aine shakes her head, craning to see. "Nope. I can't."
Alden turns his head to one side and notices that several impressions have
left him seperated from the rest of the group. He cautiously makes his
way over to the others, stands stands next to Alloren.
The towering brick egg finally comes to a stop with a small volcano of sand
around it. Patient? Nah. Slowly it begins to rock back and forth,
once... twice... *flip* It tumbles end over end and lands at the feet
of it's sire.
Shayna watches all the Impressions, craning her neck so as not to miss one
if she can help it.
Creeling with frustration, a blue hatchling looks around the crowd of
Candidates for his liftmate. Suddenly, a Ruathan Hold boy catches his
eye across the sand. After tumbling over his tail, and tripping on a
wingtip, he plows his way unceremoniously between two other blues to
croon impatiently at the boy, and gaze into those eyes that would
forever be his.
T'shar crosses his arms over his chest and simply watches all of this, one
arm still around Anlin's waist and the other held behind his back.
He's grinning like a fool, so what else is new.
Dragon> Jaecinth bespoke Toniath with << Brother, your hatchlings are
lovely and well-formed. Surely they will catch the trickiest thread.
You are proud. >>
Noble Shipwright's Dream Bronze Hatchling spreads his wings out slowly, as
if not to disturb the heated air, or to wake from this wonderous
dream. As he gazes out upon the white robed figures, he tests his
voice, bugling his arrival like a foghorn in the night: deep and
resonant.
Fort Weyr> T'shar is too tired to pose, I think :) I have four arms.
Fort Weyr> Phoebe eyes Tish. Well well. Now we know the secret of why he's
so popular with the ladies (evil grin)
Merryn picks her way carefully across the sands to stand beside J'cob.
Ranjay blinks as she watches the huge egg seem to tumble across the sands.
She grabs the fingers clutching her arm. "Now that's an active
dragon... or will be."
Gerlon watches T'shar fidget like the rest of the candidates before
returning his attention to the newest arrival and those working the
crowd already. Gerlon smiles despite his fears.
Er, T'shar -uncrosses- his arms and then puts his hand behind his back.
Aine watches the impressions, hatchlings and rolling eggs with wide eyes.
She watches the brick egg roll to Toniath's feet curiously.
Toniath> Jaecinth senses that Toniath *bugles* directly at you! << They are
worthy of me! And worthy of Fort. >>
Glacial Ice Blue Hatchling makes his way towards a group of Candidates, his
gait rapidly becoming all at once purposeful, poised, and princely. It is
apparent that he is not wandering aimlessly but instead is seeking
someone *known* to him. Finally reaching a tall, dark-haired young man,
he directs his whirling, yearning gaze at Alloren, and croons with
satisfaction.
Toniath lowers his head and peers at the egg resting near his feet. He
whuffs it softly, as if hoping the movement of air will get it moving
again.
Aine grins excitedly as she lets go of Alloren's hand. "Congratulations!"
Rosen is a silent flurry, though flurry she is, catching the bronze's
arrival with a small cry, cut off by her yearn for dignity - and the
Impression greeted with a merry smile.
Alden gives Alloren a quick grin - are all of his friends giong to impress,
tonight? - before quickly turning back to the remaining eggs.
"An how clever you are too, Delynth," Alloren says before blinking and
turning to stare at the dragonet in front of him. "He says his name is
Delynth!"
Ranjay grins from ear to ear as she steps back with Aine. "Congrats Alloren."
Gerlon cheers on his friend, "Way to go Alloren!" He returns his now
cheerful attention back to the few remaining eggs and hatchlings.
Delynth gently butts his head against his lifemate, unwilling to move away
from him at all.
Merryn turns to J'cob with a raised brow, then advances towards the newest
pair. "Come along, then. Shall we go inside and get Delynth settled?"
Noble Shipwright's Dream Bronze Hatchling takes a thoughtful step forward,
moving with purpose as he heads for the nearest knot of male Candidates.
His tail drags behind him, forming a small wake in the trailing sand,
while his wingsails flutter and dry quickly in the hot air. With a
diligent eye, he gazes at each one of the boys, seeing if they'll
measure up to being a worthy captain and lifemate.
Phoebe returns to the sands, moving over to stand beside J'cob.
Toniath watches the movement of the newest bronze momentarily and then
leans down to nudge his rider fondly. T'shar nods, reaching up to rub at
his eyes again, and gives Toniath a sound thump on the forelimb. "You
big bronze lump," he says roughly.
Two young men born of water, one of Fort Sea Hold, the other of Ruatha
River Hold, glance nervously at each other. A blue is shoved onto the
sand before the Fortian by another scrambling dragon, and a lifelong bond
is suddenly forged. The Ruathan claps his friend's shoulder proudly,
before he's sent sprawling onto the hot sand, just narrowly missing
landing on his friend's dragon. Turning to find the perpetrator of the
cruel joke, he finds only two swirling eyes of an adoring blue hatchling.
Gerlon stands taken aback by the Bronze Hatchling, but holdiong his ground
whilst retaining Rosen's hand for security.
Key fractures grow rapidly across the surface of the Towering Brick Egg
drawing immediate notice. The egg quivers rapidly, shaking in place, the
frequency increasing steadily until at last shards scatter in all
directions and the young dragon within finally breaks free!
Creamy Klah Brown Hatchling:
Large wet wings spread out for display as this hatchling stretches from the
confines of his shell with a bugle of triumph. Flecked across those
wingsails are spots of deep, dark amber, while umber swirls about the
leading edge and spar bone. A warm, earthy, loam colored brown covers
the major extent of his slender hide, dappled on the hind quarters with
deeper tones that verge on being nearly black. Apparently he hasn't
forgotten the value of fun, despite a directfulness hinted at in his
regally wedged face, for his underside is coated with the creamed klah
shade of soupy mud.
Aine grabs onto Ranjay. "A brown!" she says.
Rosen suddenly tightens her grip on Gerlon's hand as the egg takes her by
surprise, spilling its contents out onto the sands - and into her gaze -
admiring approval.
J'cob nods to Phoebe, then turns his eyes back to the sands.
Alden glances over at the Bronze Hatchling - or is that a sailor? - and
cracks yet another smile. He coughs, and shoots and embarassed glance at
F'ren before turning his gaze on the new brown. Yet another smile - he's
obviously starting to loose control of his nervousness.
Gerlon looks at Rosen softly saying,"he is rather awsome looking isn't he.
Kinda reminds me of some mud we used at the hall for pots and such." He
grins out at the Hatchling.
Ranjay teeters for a few seconds, then plants her feet and straightens up.
She grins and whispers in Aine's ear as she looks at the brown
hatchling.
Aine laughs and nods at Ranjay. "Which I've had my share of to keep me
awake!" she says, still giggling.
From the numbweed boiling pots of Healer Hall, a mousy girl stands stunned
while a handsome blue dragonet grumbles his plea of hunger to her.
Looking abashed at her own hesitation, the girl turns to search the
gallery crowd for her mentor. Proudly announcing her dragon's name, she
then hurries him off toward the Bowl for food.
Creamy Klah Brown Hatchling stands there, wings splayed out in an effort to
dry them off and at the same time show how truly glorious he is. He moves
slowly, somewhat gracefully, performing fully for the crowd. Isn't he
wonderful! Isn't he amazing! Isn't he.... facing the wrong way? He croons
in confusion, finally looking up, up, up to the face of his sire. He
blinks once, twice, then rumbles a greeting to Toniath, as if to say, "I
meant to do that!"
Aine laughs, poking Ranjay again. "He went the wrong way!" she giggles.
Alessandra looks out of her little reverie, calm eyes looking up as she
watches both brown and bronze upon the sands. Newly-hatched brown is
watched with no small amount of curiosity, purpl'd eyes drifting across
the sands to look at which of her fellow candidates remain on the sands.
J'tal, the ever-present Assistant WLM, helps the mousy girl and her new
lifemate to find food.
Toniath touches his great muzzle to the small brown one before him,
rumbling encouragement to the little hatchling. The candidates are
*that* way.
Rosen chuckles to herself, nodding. "Adorable."
Gerlon hugs Rosen for no reason, laughter close lit on his lips, "isn't he
just the comedian," he chortles.
Grinning again, Ranjay turns her head back and forth, watching the bronze,
then the brown. A soft giggle emerges, "yup yup yup"
Fort Weyr> T'shar thinks all these hatchlings are awful full of themselves!
Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "Look at their sire. What else could they be?"
Fort Weyr> Vyren says, "Seems to be a Fort rider/dragon trait ;)"
Fort Weyr> Phoebe says, "Gee. Isn't that a surprise....considering their
father?"
Fort Weyr> Fiora thwaps Phoebe. Get out of my brain! ;)
Fort Weyr> Phoebe giggles as everyone has the same brain blip.
Fort Weyr> <T'shar> Toniath << Hey! Don't hate me because I'm perfect! >>
Fort Weyr> <Phoebe> Serriath refrains from comment....
Fort Weyr> Davienne yaaaawns tiredly. Mommy is getting tired.
Noble Shipwright's Dream Bronze Hatchling spots something from the side,
and makes his way across the sands to Alden, moving with a pagentry of
prepared steps and seemingly oblivious to the chaos about him. Was that
one laughing at him? What could be so embarrasing? And what is so
interesting about that earthly looking brown?
Gerlon releases Rosen and tries to regain a bit of composure, only
partially successful. He tries to look as if he's been watching the
hatching the whole time expressionless, but the mirth in his eyes is
very evident.
A'len suddenly finds his arms wrapped around a small - well, not so small -
bronze. He looks up, his eyes bright with tears, and pounds his fist
against his chest, once. He proclaims for the other Candidates, the
Weyrleaders, all of Pern to hear, "He is Dilorenth! And I am his!"
Aine grins at A'len. "Congratulations."
Anlin chuckles with a proud smile at A'len
Shayna beams at the new weyrlings.
Rosen, at that moment, loses all of her composure as Alden impresses and
shouts a loud "Way to go!" across the sands, eyes sparkling - brown
momentarily forgotten.
Gerlon says "congrats A'len!" He smiles over, "way ta go."
J'cob crosses the sand, his face red as the heat causes him to sweat like
an ovine. Bronzes. Always the bronzes make him break sweat. He reaches
Ald.. er.. A'len.. and gives him instructions in a soft voice.
The short black curls of a Weyr stablehand girl bounce with glee as a
little green dragon wanders away from another Candidate, and looks up
piteously at her tear-streaked cheeks. She nods happily and starts
skipping off the Sands before the bawl of her dragon calls her back
for a retreat more of its pace.
Alessandra cheers for A'len, turning to wave one hand at him.
"Congratulations, A'len!"
Creamy Klah Brown Hatchling :spins around. Oh! There they are. Well, I'll
just go get me one of *those*! He walks with pride, wings splayed out for
balance, tail straight up behind him, head held just so. He seems to know
his way around the Sands. He's lived here the past few months, after all.
He's quite a sight, oh yes. He pauses behind an unhatched egg, all but
disappearing from sight again save for his large wings. Comically, he
peeks his head around it at the group of Candidates on the far side. Yup,
still there!
A'len stumbles to his feet, and carefully leads Dilorenth off the sands.
T'shar's eyes widen in something like disbelief as A'len impresses the
bronze. "Now...know ...they...felt...I impressed," he mutters to
himself.
Aine's attention is turned back to the brown hatchling whose antics send
her into gales of laughter and cause her to poke Ranjay mercilessly.
"Look! Look!"
Gerlon nudges Aine and Rosen, pointing at the hiding Brown over by that
large egg, "See, I told you he was a comedian," Hhe laughs lightly.
Rosen is a candidate, and she ain't goin' /nowhere./ Grinning back at the
little brown, her body tilts as she settles, shifting her weight onto one
leg as her hip automatically curves at a slant. Agreeing with Gerlon.
Tumbling out of the scattered shards of her egg, a green dragonet spills down
the small incline of sand, landing at the feet of a slightly chubby
starsmith apprentice. Reaching down with the care he'd handle a distance
viewer with, the boy helps the dragon up, and winds up lost in the
dragon's gaze, shining as brightly as the stars.
Ranjay calls a hasty "Congrats" to A'len, then looks around for the brown,
which isn't near Toniath any more. She glances around again then giggles
at the peeker. "I think he's playing hide n seek." She grabs the poking
finger and hangs onto it, rubbing her arm.
J'tal makes his way across the sands with a tolerant smile, stopping beside
the newly impressed green and the former starsmith to murmur to them
before leading them off the sands.
Aine looks down at her hand. "Oh! I'm sorry, Ranjay." She grins at her
friend. "I'll stop. Promise."
Dropping to his knees, a boy from Fort Hold hugs a blue hatchling with all
his might. With great patience and an endless babbling stream of
reassurance, he leads his tottering dragon of the sands.
With a final furious rock, two eggs smack together with a large crack,
crumbling to reveal a blue and a green dragonet. The two dragons glare
at each other as if to say they didn't need the other's help, and head
off in opposite directions. However, their paths lead them back together,
as they impress two drudge boys from the Weyr.
A member of the weyrling staff listens patiently to the two boys babble
through happy tears as he leads them off the sands.
Creamy Klah Brown Hatchling finally reappears, revealing himself as he steps
from behind his egg. He saunters over to a group of male Candidates,
regarding them for a long, tedious moment before sticking his head up one
of their robes. After a 'hey' and a fit of laughter, he re-emerges again,
his grunt one of disgruntledness. He literally shoves his way past the
boys to a pair of girls, one of whom is holding the other's finger.
Cocking his head to the side, he reaches out a forlimb and pokes Aine
with it, as if asking, 'Like this?'
Aine giggles and bursts into laughter. "Milnoth!" She throws her arms 'round
his neck and hugs him.
Toniath> A'len senses that Toniath rumbles softly at the edge of your mind,
the touch faint and only sensible to you because of your growing link
with Dilorenth. << Welcome, my son. Make Fort proud of you. >>
Ranjay's eyes get huge and she lets go of Aine's finger, stepping back as a
huge grin splits her face. "Congrats!"
Aine grins in Ranjays direction before looking back at Milnoth happily.
Gerlon looks around a few candidates and smiles, "congrats Aine." he beams
with pleasure.
"Milnoth?" Phoebe murmurs as she makes her way over the sands toward Aine.
"A fine brown he is. If you and Milnoth will come this way?" She leads
the pair off the sands.
Aine looks around her. "Um, food's somewhere." She peers around looking
for...ah Phoebe. She follows.
Milnoth steps into the holding room.
The final eggs on the sands, a trio, are reduced to shards as a green and
two blues make their emergence into the world. With a purpose urged on by
hunger, they strike out upon the sands to find their lifemates. The first
blue finds his choice first, in the green eyes of a Sattle boy. The green
wanders about until she stumbles across a shy red-head from Red Sands.
The third dragonet takes his time, but finally stands before a boy with
his gaze fixed upon the sand at his feet. From the ledges, a weyr mated
pair of Fortians grin proudly down at their son, screaming at him to look
up at the blue.
Davienne helps the remaining weyrlings and their dragonets off the sands
and into the barracks.
Vivian watches as the last of the hatchlings find their mates.
Toniath> Br'del, Aschela, Al'oren, and Aine sense that Toniath touches your
minds very faintly, gilt-edged bronze flickering at the periphery, only
noticeable because of your growing connection with your new lifemates.
<< Welcome, my little ones. Make Fort proud of you. >>
F'ren nods as the last of the hatchlings pair off. Moving from where he's
been standing, he calls to the remaining candidates to go with the
riders that have walked up.
Vivian pauses as she watches the remaining Candidates move off with F'ren.
She turns her head to the Galleries and Ledges. "Thank you all for
joining us tonight at Fort Weyr! Please continue our celebration in our
Living Cavern as we share a feast and some entertainment!"
T'shar looks around the sands, littered now with egg shards, and turns to
Anlin. "We did it. I mean, they did it. I mean, it's over." He lets out
a *huge* sigh of relief. Behind him, Toniath bugles once more, then
leans over to nuzzle Chaluth proudly.
Vivian follows quickly along behind F'ren and the Candidates who were left
behind.
Shayna gathers her skirts and heads for the bowl.
Chaluth whuffles Toniath with a proud croon
Anlin sits there with a dreamy look on her face
T'shar puts his hand on Anlin's shoulder and gives her a gentle shake. "Are
you okay?" he wonders.
Dragon> Fort dragons sense that Toniath BUGLES, then rumbles rather sadly.
<< No more? >>
Dragon> Fort dragons sense that Lienth's voice seems to have toned down
just a little bit <<No more, but you have beautiful children,
Chaluth.>> And finally <<And Toniath, I guess.>> Can't really
begrudge that note.
Anlin shakes from her reverie and nods, "Yes.. just reflecting on them all.."
Dragon> Fort dragons sense that Toniath huffs. << Of COURSE I do. I mean,
we do. I've never seen so many good-looking dragonets in one
hatching. >> Nevermind it's his first hatching.
T'shar grins and kisses Anlin on the forehead. "C'mon, lets go get
something to eat. I hear there's a party in the living cavern."
Anlin nods, "Sounds like a good plan, help me over there?"
T'shar helps Anlin up and out to the bowl.
Chaluth adds assistance by nudging Anlin up, anxious to get off the Sands!