The Hatching of Gold Elisanth and Bronze Chezroth's Clutch
PernMUSH, June 1, 1999
The World of Pern is
copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a
registered copyright.
You swoop into the dark tunnel in the north wall of the bowl. Soon you
emerge in the spacious hatching grounds cavern, high above the sands. You
bank and land neatly on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
<*> Lystra reaches over and scritches the excited brown Rhouenth. Bringing
his head close to hers, she grins and looks in his eyes. "It's time..."
she simply says in a low voice.
Dragon> All dragons sense that Trisseth hums with all the others,
excitement bubbling through the sound.
You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles,
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.
On the sands, Elisanth gives her mate a look, then *sneezes!*
On the sands, The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg shudders once.
Eilonth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
T'saren slides down from Solarith's neck, using the bronze's foreleg and
riding straps for assistance.
Cevodnioth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily
before he banks and lands neatly on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
Sherazade clambers down Eilonth's side to the ground, as the dragon
rumbles softly.
Palineth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
he flies down to land gently on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
N'ren slides quickly down the brown dragon's back to the ground, after
hugging his shoulder lovingly.
Daelyth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
T'mren climbs off the dragon, and hops nimbly to his feet.
N'var climbs down from Palineth's back, giving his a loving pat as he sets
his feet on the ground.
T'mren hops off Cevodnioth's back, looking around for anyone he knows. HIs
eyes alight upon Jesica and he grins, making his way through the crowd
towards her, "Jesica!@"
Dragon> All dragons sense that Tierth croons a greeting to the dragons
massing at High Reaches, before adding her silvered voice to the hummmmm.
Tierth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she flies down to land gently on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
Nimiriel climbs down from Daelyth's back, giving her a loving pat upon
reaching the ground.
Jesica chuckles as she looks over at the eggs on the sands, "Oh, there's
one moving already."
Chaedanth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
he wings down and lands lightly on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
N'var makes his way over toward the ledge, seeking out Nimiriel and an
ideal place to watch the show.
Kennyson shyly huddles near Jesica, glancing in the direction she
indicated.
Sherazade smiles to those she knows...her eyes alight with excitement.
"Welcome to all of you..I'm glad you came to celebrate with us!"
N'ren swings down, nodding to a rider here and there. He settles to a seat
between his dragon's forelimbs, and peers over the ledge, apparently
looking for something or someone.
"Want t'be placing wagers on first colors t'be Hatching, Tas, May?" Kassi
calls to her mentee and fellow Wingleader, grinning broadly. "Marks or
wine t'be replacing the 'skins I brought, it doesn't matter which."
On the sands, The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg shakes from side to side
for a moment.
T'saren nods greetings around to all the other dragonriders nearby, then
tugs down a lumpy but rather small package from his lifemate's straps
before striding over to the rest of the Telgar contingent.
T'mren smiles over at Sherazadi briefly as he makes his way to Jesica's
side.
Kandri slides down Chaedanth's side, with a helpful forepaw, to the
ground.
Kandri slides down her lifemate's side and looks about for a moment. "well
then!"
Lystra looks over and waves happily to Kandri.
Zyanth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he
backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
Phoebe finds a spot on the benches that offers a good view of the eggs and
sits down, watching the sands eagerly.
Ansuth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he
swoops down to a landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
Zyrieth lifts his head and HUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMS
Kandri smiles at Lystra and waves her over.
Tierth hovers, the air rising from the heated sands below bouying her up.
With delicate strokes, the small green manoevers to the ledge, near
Solarith.
Trila almost reluctantly dismounts, a leg swinging over before she slides
down to make contact with the soft earth. A pat is given to his shoulder,
and Trila turns away.
Maylia slides to the ground, giving Tierth a parting caress and a tender
smile.
Dossa scootches over and swings her leg over Ansuth's back, sliding down
towards the ground. Ansuth watches calmly, quietly.
Jesica chuckles and grins as she see's T'mren, "Hey there Ren, Cev." she
says to the bronze and his rider before waving to Kandri as well
Sherazade smiles at Kandri and offers a hand to her weyrmate. "Now if I'm
not standing this go round...why am I nervous?"
On the sands, The Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg tilts to one side.
Ceria lowers herself from Zyanth's neck, using the straps to ease down and
stand on the dragon's foreleg. From there she hops to the ground.
F'ren lowers himself from Zyanth's neck, using the straps to ease down and
stand on the dragon's foreleg. From there he hops to the ground.
Lorieth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
On the sands, Chezroth hummmmmms loudly, contentedly puttering around the
eggs as might a gardener waiting impatiently for his flowers to bloom. He
huffs on one of them, looking back at Elisanth for any stern looks almost
childishly. He then hummmmms some more, watching the dragons spiraling in
the sky toward the Weyr.
Erbith emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she wings down and lands lightly on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
Chaedanth takes another deep breath then lets his own humm to those on the
lefge.
J'lyn slides down Lorieth's shoulder to her forelimb, then jumps to the
ground.
Sherazade waves to Lystra. "Hey! Come stand over here with us."
Ceria carefully slides down from Xyanth, her eyes on the sands.
F'ren looks around and smiles as he catches sight of some familiar faces.
He makes his way over to Phoebe.
Trila swings off Ansuth's back, lifting a hand as though to steady his
passenger. "All set, Dossa?" Blue's given a hearty thump, the girl
nonchalantly snatching the hand of her passenger and sidling down towards
a Good Seat.
Minya slips from Erbith's shoulder, sliding down to the ground. She pats
her lifemate's muzzle affectionately as the green whuffles her.
Kennyson tears her eyes away from the sands briefly enough to say "H'lo."
to F'ren.
Nimiriel lingers at Daelyth's side for a moment, before she walks over to
join N'var.
Kandri chuckles and shrugs. "I have no idea, but my belly is full of
vtols!"
Eilonth curls up next to her big brown ledgemate...and thrums softly in
harmony with him.
On the sands, The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg rolls halfway over.
Minya hops off of Erbith's neck, scooting over toward N'ren. She's got a
wide smile on her face. "Well, Brownrider," she says, "excited to see your
son out there tonight?"
Dossa grasps Trila's hand, staying close to the taller woman, glancing
about with wide eyes. "Goodness! Half of Pern is here!"
Lysseth curls her tail around her haunches, throat resonating in a low
hummmmmm of greeting to the eggs. "Aye, Sky-Lady, they're Hatching." Kassi
settles herself comfortably on a green foreleg, beaming down at the Sands.
"And they've enough Benden blood that there should be many fine greens;
'twould wager it."
T'mren grins and sits near Jesica, 'Hey Jes, have I missed much?"
Phoebe looks up and grins at F'ren, motioning for him to sit before the
bench is filled.
Lystra grins and squeezes her way over to Sherazade and Kandri. "OOOWCH!"
she yowls as one of her small feet are stepped on and nearly crushed.
Rhouenth looks over, concerned, but his attention is turned back to the
eggs.
Nraith emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he
wings down to a quick landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
Kheveth, for his part, is a lot calmer than his rider. He's not bouncing
around like that. No, no. Instead, he's crooning at the golden queen,
Daelyth. N'ren shrugs. "Excited is a word for it, sure."
Sherazade grins at Kandri and Makes Room for Lystra, "you ok?"
Kandri whinces and asks Lystra "you ok?"
Sherazade pokes Kandri as they both echo each other...grinning
Trila nods. "Aye, this is a lot. Heya, Kassi!" she adds, spotting a fellow
Telgarian and waggling fingers in a cheerful wave to her wingleader.
F'ren sits next to Phoebe. As he looks around he says, "It's been a very,
very long time since I was here last, thats for sure."
Jesica chuckles and shakes her head, "Nope, eggs are just now starting to
rock. Candidates haven't even come out yet, heh, I've even got a few
friends out there."
On the sands, The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg shudders once.
Lystra grumbles and stands next to the two women. "Yes." She makes a face
at a tall bluerider, obviuosly the "foot-crusher" and turns her attention
to the moving eggs. "I can't believe this is about to happen." she says
with gleen
Jlorath emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
he wings down to a quick landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
Prometh emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
he backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
Phoebe grins, nodding, leanign forward to watch the sands. "I'm hoping
Keryn impresses," she murmurs.
Maylia heads to T'saren's side, nodding greetings to those riders she
recognizes, while behind her Tierth adds her hummmm of hatching welcome to
the eggs below.
Kandri chuckles and nods. "I know, to think we were down there a few turns
ago..."
Kassima twists as her name is called, and lifts a hand to wave to her
Wingrider. "Trila, ahoy! Fine-looking clutch of eggs, isn't it? First time
I've gotten t'see it, but better late than never."
Cevodnioth cranes his neck near his rider, peering out at the sands
interestedly.
Mauroth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she swoops down to a landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
Sherazade turns and points. "Look! Look! It' Moved! I swear!"
Solarith nuzzles Tierth briefly before turning his whirling eyes to the
sands far below. His rider, on the other hand, is more concerned with
unwrapping the package he brought. Soon two wineskins are unveiled which
the Wingleader holds up. "And good Benden red to celebrate those
Benden-blooded hatchlings."
Eilonth croons to her Sister and makes room for her.
F'ren nods. "You bet! Though I'll be sorry to loose her. She always was
nice, even though pretty much on the shy side."
Dossa gives Kassima a wave as well, although it's considerably more timid
than Trila's, most likely gone unseen.
J'lyn settles in on one of Lorieth's forelegs to watch the proceedings.
Lystra leans forward and looks. "I hoping for Dendra. What about you
guys?" she asks Kandri and Sherazade.
"Haven't seen it yet either," is Trila's reluctant admission, dragging her
guest towards the greenrider. "But. They're there, aren't they? Though not
for long," is quipped, added on with a cheery grin.
Minya laughs merrily, standing up on tiptoe to kiss N'ren's cheek. "Well,"
she says, "I'm excited to see Tiren out there. I'm so proud of him,
N'ren."
Phoebe smiles. "Well, impressing a dragon should get rid of that shyness,"
Daelyth croons a pleasant greeting to Kheveth, looking quite pleased at
the attention.
Anaryth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
he banks and lands neatly on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
On the sands, The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg rolls halfway over.
N'var finds a spot and settles down, pointing out the Lava-like egg to his
companion. Spotting Dossa, he gives her a smile and a wink.
On the sands, Elisanth rumbles softly, watching the eggs, and then the
filling ledges and galleries.
X'dren climbs down Mauroth's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling
eyes watching closely.
Ceara hops down Anaryth's side to the ground, using his straps as
handholds.
F'ren chuckles. "That or there'll be on very shy Reachs dragon."
Kandri chuckles a bit. "Alane of course...and Dendra."
T'mren spots X'dren, and waves at him!
Trisseth adds her thrumming hum to the rest of the humming dragons, eyes
whirling a bright greenish-blue as she peers over the crowd towards the
eggs.
Kassima dips her head once to Trila. "Nay for long 'tall. Soon they'll
crack t'reveal a plethora of greens, watch you and be seeing."
X'dren edges over to T'mren. "Hello! Here to cheer a particular Candidate
on?"
Phoebe laughs. "We'll see - perhaps she'll have lost a bit of that shyness
being a Candidate." She sucks in a breath as she notices one of the eggs
rocking.
Herath emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before she
banks and lands neatly on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
Ceara loks around, and spots a group of 'Reaches people, she waves and
makes her way over while trying to watch the eggs.
T'mren shakes his head, "Not at all! Just to get outta the weyr for a
while and see the eggs, I haven't had a chance to see this clutch yet!"
"And I'm sure you've more'n a few marks on it," Trila adds, smirking in
spite of herself. Gaze shifts, Dossa given a wink before the bluerider
cranes her neck to peer over the hordes of people to see the eggs best she
can.
Mauroth hums warmly, eyes whirling with excitement.
Sherazade crosses her fingers. "I don't want to jinx anybody by saying."
she winks
On the sands, The Delicious Baker's Egg shakes from side to side for a
moment.
Rhouenth hums, his eyes whirling quickly with excitement. Glancing over at
Lystra every now and then, his attention is mostly fixated on the eggs.
Jesica chuckles, "Well the candidates should be coming out soon, I think."
Dossa stands on her tiptoes, clinging to Trila's arm. "Trila, I can't
-see-," she complains, and then steps up on a seat to gain a considerable
boost.
X'dren waves over at Ceara, grinning, and returns to T'mren, "I took a
peek earlier--I think it'll be a wonderful Hatching."
K'tyn climbs down from Prometh's neck.
On the sands, The Jolly Cotholder Egg hops to one side.
On the sands, Chezroth watches the eggs rock to and fro with his eyes, as
his head remains static. Left, right, left, right. His eyes blink a few
times to get the sand out of them, as though he's forgotten to do so for a
while. Meanwhile, on the Sands, the eggs dance merrily before the dam and
sire.
Kennyson peers around Jesica, cathing a glimpse of the rocking eggs.
On the sands, The Benden Vintner's Egg tilts to one side.
Minya spots Nimiriel and waves cheerfully to her. "Nim! Can you believe
it? My kid brother's down there tonight."
Sherazade waves to Ceara.."Come on Over!" She waves to T'mren as she spots
him and Jesica as well. "Glad you could come!"
Kandri bites her lower lip and points. "Look! That one moved!" she says
qith a almost-squeel in her voice.
Lystra grins and nods. "It's sad that we will lose some of them." she says
with a slightly dissapointed tone.
T'mren grins at X'dren, "There's no such thing as a non-wonderful
Hatching, X'dren!"
"What d'you want me to do, pick you up?" Trila demands, an arm draped
around the shorter woman's shoulders in a teasingly affectionate squeeze.
On the sands, The High Reaches Seven Spindles Egg shudders once.
T'mren grins at Sherazade, "Nice to see you!" He waves at her!
Kassima uncorks her wineskin, lifting it in an ironic toast to Trila. "You
know me only too well, Thunderbolter. But how else should I be making
marks, I ask you?"
X'dren laughs cheerfully.
N'ren turns his head to eye (literally) Minya, "Proud? Why? Sure, it's
good, but that doesn't seem proper."
Maylia beams an affectionate smile towards her weyrmate, nodding.
"Wonderful thinking, love," She says. "Shells, if those candidates don't
come out soon, there'll be hatchlings wandering hte sands alone."
T'mren nudges X'dren, "What about you? Gonna join me and Jes, and cheer,
or some such? I may be inspired to cheer if a handsome Cevodnioth-like
bronze hatches."
Dossa nudges Trila affectionately, and leans into the squeeze. Only when
she gets a stern word from another onlooker does she hop down from her
chair, and resumes standing on her tip-toes.
Jesica chuckles and nods to Sherazade, "I wouldn't miss a hatching, I like
seeing all the happy faces too much."
Phoebe turns toward the entrance to the sands. "Wonder when the Candidates
are going to arrive? The eggs are awfully active...."
Nimiriel looks up and grins at Minya, "Point him out for me? I'll cheer
him on. Just wait, though, til it's a child, rather than a sibling, can
you imagine?"
On the sands, Elisanth gets to her feet at last, leaning as if for
reassurance against the hide of her bronze mate. Her beautiful eyes swirl
faster, tones of orange mingling with the former blue and green.
F'ren smiles. "Unless I miss my guess, they are probably getting
themselves sorted out and ready to move right now."
Sherazade nods warmly to Jesica and squeezes Kandri's hand Excitedly. "You
know what is the best about this?" she winks
On the sands, The Homage to Salless' Sludge Egg tilts to one side.
Ceara waves over to Zadi and X'dren, who are *much* closer than the
original group she saw. "Oh heloo, now I can just sit without getting in
the way!"
N'ren looks over at Nimiriel, over Minya's head. He says, in a droll tone,
"I can."
"Can't think of a better way," Trila replies. "Though /I/ made a half-mark
off you," she crows teasingly, waggling an eyebrow at the older 'rider.
T'saren uncorks one of the skins of wine as he greets his weyrmate with a
quick kiss on her cheek. "At least I had time to grab them before Solarith
insisted on whisking me away. I swear, between hatchings and flights..."
He glances down at the sands in response to Maylia's second statement.
"Gah, you're right. Those dragonets look eager to get out tonight."
X'dren shrugs, and winks at T'mren. "Mauroth and I'll be cheering every
green, likewise. I'll be hopping ledges, maybe, but for now I'll stick
around you."
T'mren chuckles, "Typical greenrider, you have to flit about and flirt
with as many people as you can." He teases.
Phoebe chuckles. "Getting the robes on backwards, last minute sewing,
panicking." she adds. "I remember. Seems like a lifetime ago."
A'lex slides down Nraith's riding straps and lands carefully beside him.
Nraith rumbles quietly as A'lex pats his side in thanks.
Jesica chuckles and grins as she shakes her head, one arm around T'mren's
waist, "No, what? Oh, Sherazade, T'mren, this is Kennyson, she's a cook at
Fort, this is her first hatching."
X'dren waves to Dossa's ledge... then turns attention to Jesica and those
she's introducing.
Ceria grins as she notices A'lex arrive. "How's it going?" she asks him
with a smile.
T'mren regards Kennyson interestedly, "A cook, eh? Pleasure to meet you it
is."
F'ren grins. "Hard to believe you were in their place once, isn't it?"
Nimiriel grins at N'ren, "I can't! Not yet, mine are too young yet."
Minya stickes her tongue out good-naturedly, at N'ren. "Silly. Even if you
aren't, I /am/ proud of Tiren. Nim, my kid brother is also N'ren's son -
it's a long story. But Tiren's the one to cheer on. A tall lad, with
auburn hair. Almost as handsome as his father."
Kennyson ohs softly, "Oh yes. I'm...Kennyson.." dragging her eyes away
from the eggs briefly. She holds out a hand, "Yes. well met."
A'lex looks up at his lifemate, "No, you can't sit on Chezroth if he wins
another Flight before you..." Then he makes his way over towards the
Telgar Contingent. Ceria gets a wave and a broad grin, "Well! And you?"
T'mren shakes Kennyson's hand, and then releases it.
On the sands, The High Reaches Weyr Lake Egg rocks back and forth a few
times.
Faemirth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she banks and lands neatly on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
Sherazade grins at T'mrens comment..and turns to Jesica as she speaks,
"Nice to meet you Kennyson. " she replies amiably. "You live at Fort too?"
On the sands, The Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg jerks to one side a little.
Phoebe smiles at F'ren. "Yes, it is." She laughs softly, turning her
attention back to the sands. "How many turns ago was it for you?"
On the sands, The Frolicking Fair of Firelizards Egg shivers a bit.
Dossa waves at A'lex, beaming. "A'lex! Hello!" She giggles, on her
tip-toes to help see over shoulders.
T'mren eyes the glass-blown egg, "Now /that/ is a strange looking egg. I
like it, mind you."
Maylia slides an arm around T'saren's waist, leaning into his kiss of
greeting. Her eyes momentarily resting on his, she offers a sweet smile,
before nodding back to the sands. "Imagine how fast it'd go, were they all
to hatch and be waiting to pluck the candidates off as they came onto the
sands?"
Sherazade turns her attention to the eggs as more begin to bump around
On the sands, The Silky Playful Shipfish Egg rocks back and forth a few
times.
Yventh emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she wings down to a quick landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
Kennyson smiles softly, a nervousness exuding from her from all the
excitement and newness of the situation, "Yes m'am. I'm posted at Fort
Weyr." she answers Sherazade.
A'lex waves to Dossa.
Jesica chuckles and nods as she watches, "Those eggs sure are active, the
candidates better come out soon, or they'll miss the first egg cracking."
Nraith rumbles appreciatively at Yventh.
On the sands, The Silky Playful Shipfish Egg rocks back and forth a few
times.
Kindre gives Herath's neck a loving rub before she slips down with the
polished ease of familiarity. The gold's eyes seem to burn through Kindre
until she is certain her lifemate is sure-footed on the ground, then turn
equally as hot to the surroundings in a quick survey.
Sherazade grins., "I'll have to come samply your cooking sometime Kennyson
On the sands, The High Reaches Weyr Lake Egg rolls halfway over.
D'va slips gracefully down Yventh's side and lands on the ground.
K'tyn looks around for a seat, settling down near some folks as he beams
like an idiot down at the sands. "That's my boy," he says proudly, though
S'dar is in no way related to him. "Such a fine clutch!"
X'dren grins at Kennyson. "First Hatching you've attended?" He offers a
hand. "X'dren, green Mauroth's, of here."
Faemirth easily navigates the ledges and the dragons upon them, her wings
furled quickly as she comes rest someplace with plenty of room and a
decent view at once. Her lifemate crouches slightly, lowering herself for
her rider's benefit.
Shannen slides down to Faemirth's offered foreleg, pausing a moment as her
lifemate gives her an affectionate whuffle before hopping neatly to the
ground.
F'ren blinks and pauses as he has to think about his answer. "Um, 20 turns
ago, now."
Yventh rises effortlessly off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the
cavern, she swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.
Nimiriel watches the eggs rock for a few moments, then looks up at N'var.
"Who are we here to watch for tonight, or did you say?"
Jesica grins and waves to Shannen as she see's Faemirth land.
Kennyson grins more broadly this time, "Oh yes. I'd love that. Maybe you
can sample some of my.....ummm..experiments."
On the sands, The Stones of Fort Hold Egg rocks back and forth a few
times.
Serriath croons a happy greeting to Faemirth.
On the sands, The Dawn over Seminole Hold Egg gives a little hop.
T'saren gives a bit of a laugh after he takes a swallow from the 'skin.
"Aye, that'd be faster than usual, wouldn't it? Of course, it'd probably
*still* be too long for the candidates. Seemed like I was on the sands for
sevendays, not just acandlemark or so."
Ceria smiles at A'lex. "I've been doing well," she says.
N'var's smile brightens a little. "Dendra. A cousin. Arden and Kyrenda's
youngest."
D'va waves his greetings to the various riders populating the ledges.
"Good evening, everyone."
Herath rumbles respective greetings as she settles into a spot she feels
good enough for viewing. Kindre waves cheerfully as she joins the Telgar
contingent after calling, "Telgar's duties," in a voice littered with the
festive feel of the evening.
On the sands, The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg rolls halfway over.
A'lex grins and salutes Kindre, "Good evening, Weyrwoman."
Phoebe grins. "20 turns! My!"
On the sands, The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg rolls halfway over.
R'ian emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he
lands on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
On the sands, The Volcanic Rain of Fire Egg shudders once.
Kennyson eyes wide as her attentionis drawn back to the sands. She pokes
Jesica and mostly whispers, "What...if the canididates come out too late?"
S'turn swings his leg over Jlorath's neck, sliding halfway down before
jumping to the ground.
On the sands, Chezroth gazes up at the Ledges, and up at the Galleries.
The way he grins goofily at those who have come to watch the Hatching, one
might almost think that *he* is the star... until he cranes his head over
the eggs, almost as though he's showing off his prize collection of
colorful treasures. Every now and then his tail snakes its way toward
Elisanth's. His eyes whirl contendedly and excitedly.
T'mren shakes his head at Kennyson with an amused grin, "They won't.'
R'ian walks in, looking for his weyrmate and smiles, walking over to her.
F'ren laughs. "I'm not *that* old, you know...hmmm...or am I? Don't feel
like it, thats for sure!"
On the sands, The Antique Igen Vase Egg shudders once.
X'dren shrugs and gazes at the moving eggs...
Phoebe grins. "Oh, I didn't mean to imply that!" She shakes her head, eyes
still focused on the sands.
K'tyn beams up at Kindre, moving over and allowing her to sit near him, if
she wishes.
F'ren chuckles as he relaxes.
N'var spots D'va, waving over to him. "Hello!"
Nimiriel brightens and smiles, "I remember them...they left Igen even
before I did, I think."
Jesica chuckles a bit, "I'm sure the candidates will be coming out onto
the sands shortly."
Sherazade slips her arms around Kandri's shoulders as she comes back.
"Good..You didn't miss anything."
Kennyson whews, not knowing this couldn't be a possibility. She's happy to
hear it.
Dossa hugs Trila's arm, looking up at the bluerider. "So, any bets as to
what'll be hatching first?"
On the sands, The Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg shudders once.
Kandri grins and slips into the greenrider's embrace and watches. "mhmmm."
"I think I'm going to have to go with Kassi on this one," Trila says,
sending a sidelong grin to said greenrider. "A green, I think. But I'm not
betting /marks/ on it."
Sherazade nods to Jesica. "Should be soon..got anyone on the sands you
know?"
A'lex eyes Trila, "Then what ARE you wagering?"
On the sands, The Keroon Farmstead Egg shivers a bit.
N'var grins in response to Nimiriel. "Mother's always had a soft spot for
Den. She fully expects her to impress blue tonight. Speaking of which, I
wonder where she is. She should be here."
"I hope the candidates arrive! With the way those eggs are rocking, it
will be any moment now." K'tyn laughs.
"None of your business," is Trila's cheerful chirp towards the
bronzerider, an eyebrow arched teasingly.
T'mren remarks, "I don't. I'm just here for the spectacle of it all."
D'va makes his way around dragon and rider legs and sees N'var. "N'var,
how are you? Glad you could make it over."
Wyndroth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
he backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the
sands.
X'dren hops over to Dossa's ledge, grinning broadly. "Personally, I'd say
brown..."
Shannen tosses her safety stap up and over her lifemate's back, giving the
green a brief but loving pat on the end of her curved muzzle. A gloved
hand is lifted slightly to acknowledge Jesica's wave before Shannen turns
to greet eye Wyndroth's entrance.
"Whyever nay?" Kassi asks Trila with droll amusement. "What's life if'n
you never risk aught? Though, i'truth, 'tis a wise bet you're making--or
so Lysseth claims. And 'twill nay be making any marks off of me this time,
either!"
On the sands, The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg shakes from side to side for
a moment.
Jesica chuckles and nods, "Quite a few, Dendra, Alane a bit, Shahryar,
Keryn." she then hmmms, "Can't remember if there's anyone else I know."
On the sands, The Weaver-Wrought Tapestry Egg shudders once.
Maylia pulls her skirts around her, having apparently had enough warning
to throw on some festive garments as opposed to her usual weyrling-charred
flight gear. Lowering herself to sit rather casually, for one with her
legs hanging over such a long drop, she smiles up to T'saren. "I do think
that time must slow down on the sands, when you're standing. Seconds turn
into turns."
R'ian slips off Wyndroth's back (really) and stands near Shannen, lookin
down on the sands
N'var nodsto d'va and offers him a spot near Nimiriel and himself. "Good
to see you too. Have a seat."
On the sands, The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg gives a little hop.
"I risk a whole bunch," Trila chides, wiggling a finger towards her
wingleader teasingly. "So there."
Dossa casts a look over to X'dren, and smiles. "Good to see you,
greenrider. You're wagering brown, then?" She clings to Trila's arm lest
she be swept away in the mass of people.
On the sands, The Benden Vintner's Egg shudders once.
Sherazade grins. "Yep..Alane..Shar.." She laughs. "Shar and Tiren were in
the watercaverns washing down when the dragons started humming..they
almost streaked to the candidate Barracks." she laughs
On the sands, Chezroth peers toward the exit, tapping his foreclaw
expectedly on the Sands. A little cloud of dust starts to billow
peacefully up toward his nose, which causes a sniffling of his nose. His
eyes widen as he realizes he's going to sneeze all over the eggs, so he
burrows his nose into the Sand before doing it. His snout comes up covered
with sand, and he rumbles embarrassed.
X'dren glances at Trila, and winks at Dossa. "/Maybe/. What're the stakes?
Bubblies, marks? And what do you think it'll be?"
On the sands, The Sparkling Istan Coral Egg twitches slightly.
D'va nods and sits down. "Good to see you again, too, Weyrwoman," he says
politely to Nimiriel, then looks around. "Is your mother here?"
On the sands, The Scrawled Hide Egg rolls halfway over.
On the sands, S'dar wanders out gauntly, skirting the eggs as he heads
toward Elisanth, her rider, and his own bronze. Seeing a small pile of
sand on Chezroth's snout, he blinks. "Good gracious."
On the sands, The Antique Igen Vase Egg hops to one side.
Kassima shakes a finger right back at Trila, quirking a wry grin. "Just so
long as you don't risk *too* much. But green-first isn't much of a risk.
Odds are always for it. And Lysseth always supports it, too, but 'tis nay
from any knowledge of gambling--only a favoring for her own color."
On the sands, The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg gives a little hop.
Jesica giggles a bit at Chezroth's antics, "Ahhh, looks like the
candidates are about to arrive."
On the sands, Randall looks about nervously. His eyebrow raises at the egg
movement. "Look! Look at that!" he exclaims to anyone within earshot.
T'mren grins at Jesica, "About time, too."
On the sands, Shahryar's heart skips a beat as he catch a glimpse of his
first moving egg.
On the sands, Alane bows to the dam and sire and takes a place near
Dendra.
T'saren nods again and settles himself next to his weyrmate, though a bit
farther back from the edge than she is. "And weyrlinghood seems to take
even longer than it actually does. Never thought I'd get tapped out to a
Wing." He frowns for a moment. "Speaking of tapping out, how come those
latest charges of yours, love? We could use a few more riders in
Dawnslight."
On the sands, The Peaceful Tidal Pool Egg rocks back and forth a few
times.
Nimiriel smiles and nods to D'va, "And you." She, too, looks around the
ledges for Dysira, but turns her attention back to the sands, pensively.
N'var casts long looks about the ledges and shakes his head. "I was just
saying to Nim, I expected her to be, but I don't see her. She may be down
on the ground."
On the sands, The Jolly Cotholder Egg twitches slightly.
On the sands, Alaric takes long strides onto the sands, Milque's hand
firmly attached to his own, and stares. "Shards, those things are
-moving-," he hisses to his companion as he remembers to offer a bow to
the two dragons.
On the sands, Tovar stops, bows at the waist to the Gold and her Mate,
then follows Randall around.
On the sands, Laurelin comes out of the passageway, smiling brightly, as
she moves with S'dar over to where their dragons are on the hot Sands. She
gives her queen a loving pat on the muzzle, and then hugs it quickly
before turning around and standing next to the weyrleader to watch the
Candidates.
On the sands, Dendra belatedly bows to Elisanth and Chezroth, then
Laurelin and S'dar.
"Oh, so, first it's risk, now it's not too much," Trila says, waving her
hands in wide gestures. The strange bluerider then shrugs, nodding at the
greenrider. "Ansuth keeps telling me it'll be blue."
On the sands, Shahryar formally acknolsedges the queen and bronze's
presence with a curt bow before moving on.
With a quick, sweeping gaze over the rocking Sands - a quick tally of the
eggs she can see from up here - Shannen drops onto Faemirth's slightly
crooked foreleg, looking comfortable enough to be seated pretty much alone
save the company of her weyrmate and her lifemate. And his lifemate.
On the sands, Milque gives Alaric's hand a squeeze as she nervously pays
her respects to the gold and bronze, biting her lip all the while.
On the sands, Randall catches himself, and bows to the Two dragons and
their mates.
On the sands, Korintha goes just about the same shade as her robe, swaying
a bit as she walks out onto the sands. She bows to sire and dame, just
able to right herself without falling over and passing out. "Sharp shards,
this is... you know, /it/." Swallow, breath, conscious.
D'va nods to N'var. "Well, I'm certain I'll see her downstairs afterwards,
then." He smiles at the bronzerider. "You look good. You know, my son's
been roped into assisting the weyrlingmaster with this class."
On the sands, The Stones of Fort Hold Egg shudders once.
On the sands, Chezroth shakes the sand from his nose and watches excitedly
as his rider and the Weyrwoman approach the two dragons. He then turns his
attention to the Candidates who are bowing before him. He bobs his head at
each one, nosing them toward the eggs... it is they who are meant to be
receiving the Candidates' attention.
On the sands, Kallen bows to both the Gold and Bronze before following the
rest of the candidates to the lines around the eggs. His eyes immediately
move to the movement of the eggs. His place in line ends up behind Alane
and Dendra, more candidates lineing beside him.
X'dren smiles, and waves toward the rocking eggs. "We'll see who's right
soon enough."
On the sands, The Racing Runnerbeast Egg shudders once.
On the sands, The High Reaches Spring Meadow Egg shudders once.
On the sands, Arana only just stops herself from falling into the sands as
her toe catches in a small rut, blushing slightly as she, quickly, turns
to offer a quick, hurried bow to the golden Elisanth, and her mate
Chezroth, and finally to their riders, before taking her place in the
semi-circle near Tiren.
On the sands, The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg hops to one side.
Kassima chuckles deep in her throat, taking another pull on the wineskin.
"There's risk in figuring out how *much* t'be risking, I suspect. Blue?
Could be... could be. We'll be seeing which of our beasts knows best
shortly by the way those eggs are jumping."
N'var grins. "Really? Well, that may be where mother is, then. Talking his
ear off about weyrling schoooling."
On the sands, Milque gives Alaric's hand a little tug as she moves towards
one end of the semicircle.
On the sands, Shahryar continues on to form the semicircle around the
eggs.
On the sands, Ysanaan steps out almost unbeleiving onto the hot sands. He
shuffles along until he reaches sight of the dam and sire. At which point
then bows respectfully to the two and finds a place next to Korintha in
the growing line of candidates about the eggs. Did that one just move?
On the sands, Randall stands directly in the center fo the group. His eyes
go to the jolting and hopping eggs.
On the sands, Alaric raises his gaze toward the stands, eyes narrowing and
searching for a fleeting moment, then up above at the ledges; when it
becomes apparent he's not going to find what he wants in that sea of
faces, he falls into the loose semicircle his fellow Candidates are
forming and watches the eggs do the rock-and-roll. And his feet pick up
and settle down constantly on the hot sands, like a small dance.
D'va laughs! "Knowing him, he'll listen to all of the tips and then do
whatever he wants, anyway."
On the sands, The High Reaches Seven Spindles Egg shudders once.
On the sands, The Whorled Woodscape Egg shivers a bit.
On the sands, Tovar steps around to Randall's left, shifting slightly on
his feet.
N'ren peers down at the Sands and points, "There he is, Minya. Not like
it's hard to see him, though."
On the sands, Randall places his hand on Tovars shoulder.
On the sands, Tiren bows toward both Chezroth and Elisanth, carefully
done, then follows Arana toward the semi-circle, putting his hand in hers
again and heaving a very large sigh.
On the sands, Shahryar takes a few deep breaths, just before he begins the
hot-sands dance.
N'var chuckles. "I'd love to see that."
On the sands, Korintha thrusts her hand out, somewhat for balance,
somewhat for comfort--tangeling it into Alaric's. Moving into that
semicircle, she grins sheepeshly at the boy, then turns to regard the
other at her side. Her wan smile is for Ysan, now.
On the sands, Eira watches those who go before her and imitates their
bows. She fines a place in the semi circle and pulls a foot up for
inspection... just to make sure she's not causing serious injury to
herself.
On the sands, The Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg gives a little hop.
On the sands, Tovar looks at Randall and grins, his face flushed.
Jesica chuckles and watches the candidates, a faint sigh coming from her,
a happy sound, "How I remember being on the sands."
On the sands, Milque shuffles her feet rapidly, she wonders why it feels
the sands are hotter now than for any time they came out to touch the
eggs.
On the sands, Randall contnues to take deep breaths as he watches the
eggs.
Kindre finally finishes some needed greetings and then slides beside her
weyrmate. "How very kind of you, dearheart," she says through a flirty
smile to Kiat and then lays a skin of wine just within reach of them both.
On the sands, Laurelin watches, excitedly. She leans over to S'dar. "There
are so many of them!" she says, smiling up at him.
On the sands, Dendra stands still, the insulation in her shoes protecting
her feet and nerves keeping the rest of her body frozen. Only her eyes are
moving, darting from egg to egg, checking for cracks that might signal a
need to get out of the way!
On the sands, Alaric starts as his free hand is claimed by Korintha,
momentarily blanching. "Sorry, I was worried about those, you know, VSCs."
Then he turns back toward the eggs and their bobbling. And let's not
forget the big dragons.
Sherazade smiles and lays a hand on Eilonth's Black-green hide. The long
winged Darling croons softly to her rider..curling the tip of her tail
about her.
On the sands, The Waters off Tillek Point Egg jerks to one side a little.
On the sands, Rilsa steps onto the sands following the tail end of the
Candidate group. After scanning to make sure everyone is in place, she
takes her place near the entranceway of the sands to watch and lead.
N'var slips a hand over Nimiriel's, quickly pointing to Dendra as he spots
her for the first time. "There she is! That's her."
On the sands, The Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg gives a gentle shudder,
where it rests cradled in the warm sand.
On the sands, S'dar leans back against Laurelin, wrapping an arm about
her. "I'll never tire of watching this sort of magic," he admits.
On the sands, Korintha chuckles a bit, that light headed tone to its
quality. "No, not yet at least."
Dossa sighs, watching Trila bound off, and she's left standing, fidgeting
by herself, trying to see above the crowd.
On the sands, Randall takes his hand off Tovars shoulder and squats onto
his haunches, watching.
On the sands, The Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg tilts and falls over
sideways, slowly, as if through water, then is motionless once more.
Minya peers down at the Sands, her face lighting up when she sees Tiren.
"Couldn't mistake him for anyone but your son, N'ren." She takes hold of
the brownrider's arm for a moment. "He looks wonderful. Nim," she calls to
the goldrider, "there's TIren. Down there!"
D'va blinks, then says, "Oh, right, Arden's daughter." He looks at N'var.
"Looks like her mother."
On the sands, Alane turns to give Alaric a grin. A moving egg distracts
her from a VSC comment.
On the sands, Shahryar murmers to Randall, "So which one do you think will
bifirst?"
On the sands, Tovar folds his hands in front of him, waiting nervously for
the first of the dragons to emerge.
Zyrieth crooons to his dam!
On the sands, A slight -crack- is heard above the general noise, and a
series of small fissures begin running across the surface of the
Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg, spreading from a small hole where a tiny
snout can be seen poking out.
On the sands, Ysanaan returns the smiles and then gazes out to the rocking
eggs, face flushing.
On the sands, Arana watches everything very intently as she shifts from
foot to foot on the hot sands.
On the sands, Laurelin looks very pleased, and little flustered, as S'dar
puts his arm around her. She leans against him, nodding agreement.
X'dren moves to tug Dossa's sleeve. "Mauroth's found a spot where it's
easier to see, if you like."
On the sands, Randall looks up to Shahryar. He shrugs. "Hard to say. One
never can tell."
On the sands, Fissures rapidly spread across the entire shell of the
Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg, and the hole widens suddenly and forcefully,
the egg shattering in one movement and falling away, exposing the
glistening green body that was inside.
On the sands, The Keroon Farmstead Egg shivers a bit.
Jesica ohhs as the eggs start to crack, "Wonder what color it will be."
On the sands, Alaric tosses a wink at Alane, trying to be cavalier, then
he starts again when that crack is followed by shards dropping away from
an egg. "Faranth's teeth, there's...that's a little dragon in
there...."
On the sands, Dendra sees the glass egg crack, and her whole body tenses.
Luckily, it isn't right next to her so she isn't in any immediate danger.
Nimiriel looks first to Dendra, then tries to spot Tiren on the sands. She
leans forward, craning her neck, and says, "N'var! Is that Alane?"
N'var glances over at D'va, softly smiling. "Just as beautiful."
On the sands,
Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet
A dainty darling, delicate as spun glass, this green is small even for
a dragon of her color. Pale peridot shares run their gamut on this fragile
lovely's hide, from a rich apple-green caressing headknobs and eyeridges
to the barest hint of color on translucent wingsails. Fine-drawn and
fragile, she is a sweetheart to her talon-tips, loving and shy. Ah, but
looks can be deceiving -- shyness isn't cowardice, nor fragility faintness
of heart. If she is jewel-lovely, she is also jewel-hard, jewel-sharp,
jewel-priceless. A gem's bright fire burns deep in her heart, and she will
give the last ounce -- the last carat -- of value to her lifemate, her
world, and her Weyr.
Erith makes a few apologetic wuffles as she jockeys for a spot on the
crowded ledge.
On the sands, Kallen lifts one foot then another, his gaze on the mound of
eggs only. He peers closer. "Hey, I think I see a nose!" he pauses. "It's
a green nose!" he hollers before quieting suddenly, blushing.
Sherazade nods to Nim as she overhears her. "Yep...it is!" she grins
On the sands, Shahryar pose loks elated, "Oh look a Green is the first!"
Kandri grins as a green is the first to hatch
On the sands, Randall 's eyes widen at the newly hatched dragonet.
On the sands, Alane sucks in a breath as the first hatchling emerges.
"Green!"
Dossa cheers to Kassima. "It's a green! It's a green!" Distracted by
X'dren, she nods quickly. "Oh, of course, X'dren! If Mauroth is offering,
of course..."
On the sands, Tiren is bumped into by the shorter Pardlen, and the taller
boy steadies him, with a wan smile. "Easy, Pardlen, easy. Just stand and
wa.." His voice trails off and he goes motionless. Not a long stretch of
time, but long enough that when he moves again, he jerks his foot off the
sands. And smiles.
N'var blinks, turning back to Nim. He cranes to see who she means. "I
think it is! I didn't know she was on the sands!"
On the sands, Arana sighs softly as she sees the beautiful hatchling.
On the sands, Bursting from its shards, a firey little Bronze Hatchling
races toward the ring of Candidates screeling . It pounds to halt and
seeks its lifemate from among those assembled.
Phoebe gives a faint cheer as the first one to hatch is green - the sound
echoed by a triumphant warble from her (green) lifemate behind her.
F'ren smiles and points to the hatchling, "My pa's favorite color was
peridot!"
On the sands, Tovar sucks in his breath slowly, marvelled at where he is
right now.
X'dren peers at the dragonet, then laughs, shrugging. "Ah well. Never was
good at betting!"
Kassima draws her knees up to rest beneath her chin, eyes remaining
fastened on the Sands. "Is that Alane down there?" she wonders of no one
in particular. "It looks it, but... hah! Green! You can't say you told me
so *this* time, Lyss, since I believed you--aye, Dossa, truly! And a
pretty one, for all that she's nay dark."
Maylia reaches a hand for her weyrmates' arm, calling, "Oh look," rather
needlessly. "Green. Shells, I'm glad I didn't wager brown as I was
tempted!" the Telgar Weyrlingmaster calls to Kassi. She's learning, never
bet against her mentor.
On the sands, "Wow...wow." Alaric nudges the two young women on either
side of him, ensuring they see the green too. "Look, Kora. Milque...a
little dragon."
On the sands, Randall watches the bronze intently, slowly standing to his
full hieght.
Zyrieth bugles!! To the new Green and Bronze!
On the sands, Shahryar gives an applause for the recently joined pair!
On the sands, Milque smiles and glances just briefly at Alaric, "I see it,
she's so pretty..."
On the sands, Eira blinks, this was just not what she was expecting. Her
wide blue eyes stare in amazement at the dragonets.
X'dren hastily tugs Dossa toward a slight rise in the ledge they stand on.
On the sands, Alane cheers. "There, one of us is a rider."
On the sands, Chezroth sees a dragon hatch... and *honks!!* in surprise
and excitement! S'dar jumps in surprise. "Moldy glows, Chez," he starts to
say, but his attention is quickly drawn toward the priceless little green.
"Wow!" he exclaims as he nudges Laurelin.
Chaedanth adds his voice to the bronzes, tilting his head up.
On the sands, Kallen also catches sight of a bronze. "Where'd he come
from?" he mutters, now not knowing which one to watch.
On the sands, Rilsa, with turns of practice, leads the newly paired bronze
and rider off the sands.
On the sands, Dendra sees the green and the bronze, and gives silent
thanks that she is temporarily safe from both. The beauty of the little
green momentarity relieves her nerves.
On the sands, Alaric's eyes widen at the swiftness with which that first
pairing is made, and he looks a bit tenser, as if ready to make a quick
move if necessary.
Ariandra slides down to Erith's proffered foreleg then to the ground.
Sherazade HOOORAHS! "A GREEN! There's good luck for ya."
On the sands, Korintha sucks in her cheeks. "I'm here, right? This is
me -- and I'm at High Reaches Weyr -- and that's a Green Dragonnet, right?
Right?!" Gack, gerg, glup!
Mauroth bugles a greeting to the hatchlings, eyes whirling like tops.
K'tyn is rapt with adoration, first at his weyrmate and then, following
Kindre's finger down to the sands, he gasps. "Green, indeed!"
T'mren's eyes widen, "A green, that /is/ good."
T'saren has also learned never to bet against Kassi, and so bobs his head
in agreement, holding out the wineskin to his weyrmate. "Aye, I was
thinking it might be a blue, but that green's a pretty little lady."
On the sands, The Sparkling Istan Coral Egg rolls halfway over.
On the sands, Randall seems to be mouthing something silently to himself
as he watches the Bronze.
Jesica chuckles as she looks over the green, "A beauty, but still not a
beautiful as Trisseth."
On the sands, Ysanaan ohs eyes widening as the first emerges, and then
another..and he shifts his feet on teh sands, boots asorbing the mojority
of the heat for now as he goggles at the newly birthed.
Kassima flashes a mischievous grin to Maylia. "Well," she admits, gracious
now that the matter is moot, "any color first is an excellent sign, but
green's the best luck of all, wouldn't you agree?"
D'va waves over to Ariandra and Erith. "Just in time, Ari," he calls over.
Dossa stands by X'dren, looking over heads now thanks to the ledge. She
claps her hands together and beams at the greenrider next to her. "So
pretty, green, don't you agree?"
On the sands, Tiren's chest heaves as though he's out of breath, but the
hand in Arana's no longer shakes as badly, and his smile is wide. "We're
going to be all right," he murmurs to her. "Just ... watch."
On the sands, Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet shakes the eggshells from her
glistening hide, and then takes a peek around her. So many people! So many
dragons! Her eyes swirl wildly as she takes in for the very first time,
everything that is outside of her egg!
On the sands, Randall looks up at Tovar and Shahryar. He points at the
Bornze. "He will make someone very proud. So spitited!"
A'lex says "Beautiful..."
On the sands, Shahryar nodnods, "He made his choice very fast."
On the sands, Tovar nods, grinning, "Aye."
X'dren nods to Dossa, his violet eyes suspiciously damp. "Lovely...
Reminds me of Mauroth when she found me... Ah--she's looking around now.
Who will her lucky one be?"
On the sands, Arana nods her head and holds Tiren's hand tighter, "I know
we will."
On the sands, A small bronze prances his way across the sand, stopping to
paw at it thoughtfully once away from his shell. Looking up, he glances
around with a questioning croon and continues his journey to a small
cluster of older boys and chirrups a cheerful but uncertain greeting to
his lifemate. The man, for he has about twenty turns, blinks in surprise
but grins and softly repeats the bronze's name for all to hear.
Shannen, attentive and interested but as mild about it as anything, only
pitches forward slightly as the first few hatchlings spill from their
eggs. Her eyes seem to follow the green in particular, of course, but even
that interest is typically under-stated.
On the sands, Shahryar applauds as yet another bronze has found his
lifemate.
On the sands, Alane watches for dragonettes coming her way, preparing to
dodge if need be. A smile is directed as another of her friends impresses.
Maylia gives her weyrmate a gentle kiss on his cheek, accepting the wine
skin. "Solarith's interest already piqued?" She teases. The 'skin is
lifted in a toast to Kassima, and she calls, "Indeed, mentor-mine. A
wonderful omen for certain," before indulging in a sip of the good
Benden.
Dossa stands on her tiptoes, leaning forward and squinting. "I don't
know... I can't make out the candidates too well."
A long fingered hand lifts in greeting, as Ariandra calls out something
over the hubbub in answer to D'va's call. But, in the din of cracking
eggs, and bubbling shouts, it's lost. So she threads her way over to greet
him more directly. "Erith practically dragged me out of the weyr."
On the sands, Shoulders bunching, Alaric leans a bit nearer to look at the
green dragonet, gulping down some of the arid air above the sands. "I can
see why they say not to try to attract 'em," he confides softly to Milque
and Korintha. "You just wanna call them closer..." And he twists around
and flashes an unseen smile at the young man who's just snared his
bronze.
On the sands, The Dawn over Seminole Hold Egg twitches slightly.
Jesica chuckles and nudges T'mren, Green hatched first, but Bronze was
first to impress, a good omen indeed."
On the sands, Milque nods rapidly as she grips Alaric's hand tightly,
"Those claws do look ever so sharp..."
On the sands, Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet looks around again, a little
dazedly, but she quickly gets her bearings. An irresistable urge carries
her towards a group of humans. Something tells her this is where she needs
to go. Her awkward little body takes a lurch forward, then another, and
then she seems to find her legs all at once.
D'va grins at Ariandra. "Humming tends to do that to all of the dragons.
Jeth's still humming on the stones as we speak."
N'var smiles up at Ariandra from where he sits beside D'va. "Evening."
T'saren glances over his shoulder at the bronze behind him, then turns
back to regarding the hatching with a snort. "Solarith's interest would be
piqued by a boulder painted green or gold, I'd bet."
On the sands, The Gaseous Southern Marshes Egg twitches slightly.
On the sands, Tovar raises up onto the balls of his feet, suddenly
remembering every tale he has ever heard of dragonnette claws.
On the sands, The Skein of Vines Egg shakes from side to side for a
moment.
On the sands, Dendra looks at the tiny green dragonet, and a look of
wonder appears in her eyes. She's never seen a baby dragon this close
before!
On the sands, Korintha laughs softly, sighing. "Yeah... sort of
compulsive, isn't it." She sighs again, watching the dragons emerge from
their shells and into the world.
N'ren is, especially for those who know him, very serious and very quiet.
Kheveth, on the other hand, is bugling to end all bugles. Loud voice on
that one - always has been. How can it be the rider isn't even flinching?
Zyrieth :croons at Erbith
On the sands, Shahryar shifts his eyes fromt he little green dragonet to
the mound of moving eggs trying to watch them all at once.
On the sands, Kallen remembers to exhale. Inhale, exhale. He watches with
very litttle movement, save his feet lifting one at a time. His gaze
catches sight of the green, lips twitching in a smile, nervousness still
written all over his face.
On the sands, Pardlen, beside Tiren, appears to have developed a case of
the hiccups, and he claps his hand, wide-eyed, over his mouth. Tiren
grins, and reaches out to clap him on the shoulder. "Look there," he says
of the green dragonet, "have you ever seen a green like that before?
'sbeautiful, hey?"
On the sands, "Ooh!" exclaims a smallish girl from Ruatha as a lovely
little Green erupts from her shards. The Green's colors are very bright
and distinctive, though her movements are the ungraceful ones of the
newly-hatched. Moments later, the Green finds her lifemate from among a
group of Candidates near the edge of the semi-circle.
On the sands, Randall smiles at the new pairs.
X'dren peers intently at the little Peridot Green, a soft smile crossing
his lips. "Mauroth'll say--she can see it better, Dossa."
On the sands, Alane grins. "I guess Carianna finally gets to see her baby
dragons."
On the sands, Alaric's eyes dart this way and that as he stares across the
sands at the action happening all over; he just shakes his head and barks
out a nervous laugh.
Kassima quips to Maylia, sounding amused, "Mayhaps she'll have a name
beginning with L or K, and 'twill be a better omen yet... or perhaps T or
M would do? Tas, that just plain sounds... uncomfortable. But 'twill have
t'try lobbing a large green rock through the air sometime t'see if'n he
gives chase."
On the sands, Chezroth is lucky that his tail is anchored to Elisanth's,
because it seems as though if he could, he'd trot across the Sands and
nudge the tiny green dragon on its way toward the Candidates with his
snout. Instead, he sits upright, watching with his full attention.
Ariandra leans a bit closer to murmur a quiet greeting to N'var as well.
"Lovely one too. My timing's inproved." A faint flick of a smile, a
teasing note to her tone, and no emphasis on the word timing, either.
N'ren lifts his voice for a moment, and calls out, "Hey! Who is the
current Weyrlingmaster for High Reaches?"
On the sands, Molleny shifts her feet on the hot sands, trying to bring
herself some kind of relief. Trying to keep her attention on the eggs and
the dragonets and her feet takes concentration. "Shells, she's lovely."
Minya is quiet as well, one hand clenched into a fist. She's near N'ren,
biting her lower lip as she concentrates on the bevy of Candidates below.
Kandri calls to N'ren. "S'dar!"
On the sands, Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet carries herself forward,
seemingly intent on breaking through the circle of humans at a breakneck
speed. At the last moment, however, she pulls up, her head twisting back
behind her as if she missed something. There...a boy standing there among
a few others. He seems....interesting.
D'va says "Rilsa, N'ren."
On the sands, Ysanaan tugs at his robe. A glance down the line reveals
impressions already "They're so fast.." he whispers softly tryign to keep
track of any movements near him, remembering what he has been told.
On the sands, The Nabolese Red Apple Egg shivers a bit.
Sherazade turns to Kandri. "I thought it was Rilsa.."
On the sands, Korintha looks over several bodies next to her to grin at
Alane. "But she misses her swiming." With a wink, she returns her
attention quickly to the surging masses before her.
D'va grins at N'ren. "And my boy's assisting her, too, so watch out."
"Perhaps it'll be that one? I..." Dossa moves to point, and loses her
balance, arms flailing as she starts to fall forward. "Eek! X'dren!"
Kandri raises a brow?" Weyrleader or Weyrlingmaster?"
On the sands, Alaric peers, swallowing as the pretty green seems to have
spotted someone she likes. He looks around, his smile tenative, then turns
back to the green.
On the sands, The Antique Igen Vase Egg shudders once.
On the sands, Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet turns around and looks at a
boy who is tugging at his robe, her eyes swirling fast.
On the sands, Alane points the Red Apple Egg. "I touched that one," she
says to anyone in general.
Sherazade chuckles and smoothes her Weyrmate's hair. "Weyrlingmaster
dear."
Jesica chuckles, "WeyrlingMaster Kandri."
T'mren nudges Jesica, "Look, that lovely green one looks ready to pick,
right there!"
On the sands, The Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet stares deeply into
Ysanaan's eyes.
Kandri blushes. "Rilsa it is..."
On the sands, Kallen seems ready to dodge the Pretty Peridot Green as she
coems charging. He watches her Impress, beaming a smile to her chosen.
T'mren ahhs, "I was right, he /did/ pick that one."
Maylia winces, laughingly. "Might just put that to the test, m'love." The
greenrider threatens. "Indeed, Kassi. Any of those letters, though I've
yet to actually hear one of them call out a name, over the ruckus!"
X'dren jumps forward to grab Dossa by her belt and shoulder, throwing his
weight back to draw them away from the edge! "Watch out!"
Sherazade cheers!!!
On the sands, Shahryar chears!
Kandri grins and adds her call to the others as the green finds her own!
On the sands, Alane grins as the green impresses, and to her new lifemate.
On the sands, Dendra grins as one of her friends makes a lifemate!
On the sands, "Is she...is she looking at Ysanaan??" Alaric asks to
Korintha and Milque, voice piercing in surprise. "I mean, is she really
looking at him???"
Jesica chuckles and ahhhs as she nods, "Aye, looks like she made it
finally. Good choice from the looks of it."
On the sands, Tovar smiles, clapping his hands for Ysanaan.
Dossa falls back against X'dren as the first green dragonet is Impressed.
Blushing and gasping, she looks up at the greenrider in wonder. "Thank
you...!"
On the sands, Arana watches the hatchlings with awe on her face. The heat
of the sands hardly register in her mind with the excitement of the
moment. She smiles as she watches Ysanaan and there lifemate find each
other.
On the sands, Milque smiles across the arc at Ysanaan and whispers loudly
to him. "I think she is!"
Minya cheers as the little green finds her lifemate. She then flashes a
grin over at D'va. "Perhaps your son'll have the chance to teach -his-
son." She gestures toward N'ren.
On the sands, Randall looks from Tovar to Shahryar. "I can hardly take the
anticipation! It's driveing me crazy!" He looks and clapps as well For
Ysanaan.
On the sands, A Minecraft lad finds himself avoiding dragonets left and
right as those in his cluster are quickly chosen. Then he looks out to see
a green hatch and blinks as she barrels right up to him and gives a cute
little twitter-croon as he announces her name with glee.
T'saren makes a face at Kassi. "Don't even think about it. All I need is
Sol thinking everything in the Weyr might someday turn gold or green just
for his, um, amusement."
On the sands, Korintha beams widely, "Ysan!" she calls out to him,
answering Alaric all in once. "Yes, yes, Ysan--she chose Ysan!" Hope
Alaric's arm is superglued on -- 'cause she's pulling hard enough to
perhaps yank it off.
Ceara cheers for ysanaan! "Yay!"
On the sands, Alaric ow ow ow ow. "Kora...I'm on the other enda that..."
D'va blinks at Minya. "N'ren's son.. is on the sands?" He glares at
Kheveth's rider. "You didn't tell me!"
K'tyn holds his breath. "Choose, lass! Choose!" he urges the green, then
cheers. "Congratulations!" And Prometh echoes with a bellow.
"T'be seeing Solarith attempting to mate with rocks would be entertaining,"
Kassi comments. "But remind me t'never be wearing green or gold around him,
will you? He's very handsome and all, but, um... ow. That's all I'll say.
Ow. Oh, did that green find her 'mate?"
On the sands, S'dar grins as Ysanaan Impresses the green. "Way to go!" he
says, hopping a bit on the balls of his feet beside Laurelin. "You found him!"
X'dren grins at Dossa, alarm sfading in his eyes. "It's a long way down.
Ysanaan and green Castynth! A lovely match! But don't think of diving down
that way to congratulate them!"
On the sands, "Yer wha... oh," Kora lets up. A bit. She's still 'inanely'
grinning.
On the sands, Laurelin just smiles, her eyes bright as the little green
finds Ysanaan.
On the sands, Alane tries to watch everything at once and remember all she
was told while grinning from ear to ear for her friend.
On the sands, Tiren laughs aloud. "Huzzah, Ysan!"
Dossa elbows X'dren quickly, righting herself and straightening out her
blouse. Grinning, she says, "I'll just hold onto you, greenrider. It's
safer." She regards the newly Impressed couples, smiling broadly.
On the sands, The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg shudders slightly, and then
falls over.
On the sands, Molleny comes trotting out onto the sands sucking on her
thumb, frowning a little. She barely remembers to bow as she approaches the
other candidates.
N'ren grins, "Rilsa. Good thing." He peers over the ledge, watching
quietly. "One of yours, D'va? Then I'll just *have* to cause trouble, now
won't I?"
On the sands, Ys'aan stops tugging and looks down hesitantly at the lovely
green so suddenly close, so suddenly...he gasps "Cas..Castynth?" Disbelief
as he is overwhelmed, kneeling down he reaches out to touch such a
wonderful being.
On the sands, A Candidate from the High Reaches Weyr lower caverns offers a
youthful Tillek lad a friendly, encouraging pat on the back to help ease
the younger boy's fears.
On the sands, Randall rubbs his chin nervously.
On the sands, Shahryar scanns the mound of eggs, his attention again diverted.
On the sands, Kallen looks back to the mound of eggs, trying to determine
if one has moved or cracked.
On the sands, The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg continues to shudder, the
shaking increasing until it seems the shell is vibrating from the movement
within it.
On the sands, The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg rocks back and forth a
few times.
On the sands, Alane eyes catch the movement of the Fingerpaint Egg. "That's
my favorite egg!" She nearly yanks Dendra's arm off pointing.
On the sands, Rilsa returns from depositing the latest pair to watch the
next impression. Her lips form a smile as she extends her arm toward the
passageway. "Congratulations, Ys'aan and Castynth" she says.
On the sands, Suddenly a whispered crackling comes from the Fingerpainted
Littles' Egg as a series of fine lines spread rapidly across the hard
surface of the shell from a central point, covering it within moments.
N'ren grins, looking over at the High Reaches bronzerider, "You mean you
couldn't tell from the family resemblance?"
N'var looks between N'ren and D'va, chuckling quietly.
On the sands, Alaric keeps grinning back at Ys'aan and his lifemate, then,
remembering the need for self-preservation, he returns his attention to the
sands.
D'va laughs at N'ren. "Well you wouldn't want to interrupt the status quo,
now would you?" He shakes his head. "I try not to look -that- closely at
them, you know."
Jesica hmmms a bit, "Castynth? Interesting mname." she says with a grin
before she leans forward a bit to see what hatches next.
On the sands, The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg fairly falls apart from
shaking, the bits of shell falling away from the small glistening blue body
revealed inside it.
On the sands, Dendra ow ow ows and says, "I see, I see! But I need that arm
if I'm gonna fly!"
On the sands,
Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet
Cloudless welkin shades drift breezily over the lissome muscles of this
blue's still-damp hide while hyblaen quartz of a cool nature bejewels the
immature chine that drifts along his neck, back and tail. Lustrous
tinctures of a tourmaline azure twine and tangle themselves into the
gossamer landscape of arctic wings. Freed at last from the constraints of
his egg this dauntless, unfledged blue gives a vigorous shake of
crystalline hued tail and wings. No impulsiveness here -- he stands still
for a moment as if to take measure of those before him, and then once he
makes up his mind he ventures forth across the sands on a fearless quest to
find his lifemate. Although this young dragon's movements would be best
described at the moment as ungainly there are still moments when the easy
alacrity he is likely to obtain with maturity shines through.
On the sands, Tovar wows, "A blue!"
On the sands, Shahryar says "Oh look Alane, It's a blue!"
T'saren rolls his eyes at Kassi. "Well, he did find you attractive once, if
you recall. And if you even try it, I'll find something that gets your
Lysseth all excited too, and then sit back and watch the action."
On the sands, Kallen's tounge darts out to moisten quickly drying lips as
he watches more eggs crack, hatch and the inhabitants Impresse. One
particular blue catches his eye just as he hatches. "Oh..." he breathes.
"I've never seen such a blue."
On the sands, Randall draws in a breath. "Wow."
On the sands, Milque smiles and tugs alaric by his arm in the other
direction, "Oh look, it's a blue!"
On the sands, The Whorled Woodscape Egg twitches slightly.
On the sands, Korintha states the obvious, "Another! A blue!" She resumes
tring to detach Alaric from his arm.
N'var's eyes go down to the sands as the blue dragonet hatches. "Ah. He's
beautiful."
X'dren says "There's a nice little blue fellow!" he points to Dossa
excitedly. "Not a nervous fellow, either, it seems!"
On the sands, Alaric whistles long and low and says reverently, "Wow,
that's a...wow, that's a gorgeous blue dragone...ow, Kora!"
Nimiriel rests her elbows on her knees, leaning forward to watch all the
action on the sands. "Oh, isn't he lovely..."
On the sands, Alane looks sorrowfully at Dendra and almost misses the blue
hatchling. "Sorry," is her quick apology as she turns to see the former
resident of her 'favorite' egg emerge. "Blue!"
Jesica ahhhs and she blinks, "Now he will be a handsome fellow when he's
full grown."
On the sands, Ys'aan trembles but manages to stand and totter towards the
passageway with his lifemate.
Eilonth snorts softly.
Mauroth blinks at Eilonth.
Kassima wonders of Tas, unable to resist, "So does that mean you'd be
chasing after Lysseth while Sol would be chasing after me? I believe I can
say, quite honestly, that both Lyss and I would be happier if'n 'twere the
other way around... nay implication intended, May."
On the sands, Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet rises from the shells of his egg
like he is emerging from deep water, slowly and thougthfully. The manner in
which he surveys his surrounding gives you the impression that this one is
not an impulsive dragonet, to be sure.
On the sands, Molleny removes her thumb from her mouth and wipes it on her
robe, rising to her tiptoes to see around or over her taller peers. "What's
happened so far?" she murmurs excitedly to the nearest. "I didn't want to
get my cut on my robe."
N'ren ripostes, good-naturedly, "Not looking too hard? Eh, you'd think his
height'd be a dead giveaway."
On the sands, A green and a blue cross paths trying to find their
lifemates, creeling at each other and their dam before they glimpse two
figures. A boy and a girl of the Igen variety and good friends soon find
themselves kneeling a nd hugging their new lifemates and sobbing their
names with overwhelming joy.
Dossa cheers, spotting the new blue hatchling. "Oh, he's adorable! Trila
would be..." She glances around for the bluerider, and shakes her head.
"...happy," she finishes weakly.
On the sands, Alaric laughs at Milque yanking on the other hand, then just
enjoys what's going on, a grin starting as his nervousness fades into
excitement. "Look, look, another two just got picked!"
D'va laughs. "Probably mistook him for a tree, then."
Minya winks up at N'ren. "That and the red hair too. He really does look a
lot like you when you were a Candidate, you know."
Maylia beams a smile towards Kassi, a mischevous gleam to her eye. The word
'later' is mouthed, rather clearly. As the elder greenrider goes on, she
gives a chuckle. "None taken, Kassi, and I'd not blame you one whit!"
On the sands, With all her excited leaping, Kora's feet have little worry
due to scorching. On the other hand, said leaping is bad for Alaric. "Oh,
sorry!"
On the sands, Tiren does a little hop and shuffle to cool down his left
foot, then puts it down again, grin widening impossibly. "There's hardly
time to think..."
On the sands, Dendra sees the blue hatch and rubs her arm to get
circulation back. "Oh, look at him! He's lovely, Alane!"
On the sands, Chezroth rumbles a welcome to the newest High Reaches dragon,
while his rider grins like a merry soul. "Ooh, I like the shade of that
one," S'dar tells Laurelin.
On the sands, Shahryar says "They'll make Igen proud."
Verenth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he
flies down to land gently on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
On the sands, Alane remember's to lift her feet off the hot sands.
Melata clambers down Verenth's side to the ground, using his straps as
handholds.
Sherazade chuckles and pats her Lifemate soothingly. "Not all Blues will
tease you like Yeth does." she laughs
Kennyson murmurs in wonder, "I've never seen anything like it."
On the sands, Randall shuffles his feet from side to side, watching the Blue.
On the sands, Shahryar shifts his weight from side to side, trying to pay
attention to the eggs and the dragonets.
T'saren seems undecided on whether it would be safer to just ignore Kassi
after that comment, then peers suspiciously at Maylia. "Why do I get the
feeling I'd better keep Solarith far, far away from you two in the near
future? Maybe I should go on watchrider duty with the others..."
N'ren asks, "You remember back that far, Minya? Your age is showing, you
know."
On the sands, Amid a ring of rocking Eggs, a Green emgerges from her
shards. She shakes her head to dislodge one last bit of shell before
snaking her way between and around the moving, near-Hatching Eggs toward
the ring of Candidates.
On the sands, The Stones of Fort Hold Egg twitches slightly.
On the sands, Arana tightens her hold on Tiren's hand. "This is so amazing.
They are so beautiful." She then sifts from one foot to the other.
Jesica chuckles and nods, "Hatchings are an amazing thing." she says softly
to Kennyson as her head rests on T'mren's shoulder briefly.
On the sands, Milque shuffles back and forth on her feet, flashing a smiel
at Alaric as she begins to enjoy the excitement, watching the hatching
dragons with wide eyes.
On the sands, Dendra still doesn't notice the heat from the Sands, thanks
to her reinforced shoes. And they said it wouldn't work!
X'dren says "Look! Another green!"
On the sands, Kallen is finding it hard to determine exactly what to watch.
He sees an Impression here, a Dragonette fall from his shards there and the
Clarion Quartz Blue survey his surroundings. Shuffling more, he wipes beads
of persperation from his forheard before dropping his arm back to his
sides. He doesn't figit too much, just opens and closes his hands into
nervous fists.
Minya makes a face. "Perhaps it is. But yes, I do remember back that far. I
certainly recall a certain shy young nanny in training from the Reaches."
Hoshall and Xanalth land in a quiet distant corner, far and away from the
myriad of people. Frowning, she unbuckles her straps and slips down,
muttering under her breath, "No room for the home team... "
Kassima holds up a hand and tells T'saren solemnly, "I hearby promise nay
t'be trying to seduce your dragon, Tas. Ach, what a bonny blue lad down
there!"
Melata is kinda squished herself...lots on teh ledges tonight.
On the sands, Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet *seems* calm and thoughtful, but
yet...but yet...his eyes whirl faster as he takes a measured look at each
and every human standing within his view. And then another look, taking
forever to even decide if he will ever move away from the ruins of his
former abode.
On the sands, Alaric rocks back and forth, both from the profusion of
nervous energy he retains and from the heat on the sands below the soles of
his thin sandals. Eyes narrow while he watches that blue peeking around,
then he stares back at the just-emerged green.
On the sands, Shahryar smiles and placeing bets with himself on who the
little blue will choose.
On the sands, Alane wipes her hands on her robe. It doesn't help, they're
still wet. "Looks like the blue doesn't want to leave his shell. It is a
nice shell, but..."
On the sands, Randall shakes his head, chuckling. He points at the blue
saying "Looks like he doesn't know whether he likes it out here yet."
D'va grins back at N'var. "He never answered my question, you know. Tall
red-headed lads are as common as tunnelsnakes around here."
Kheveth's attention is grabbed by the newest entry, Xanalth. Once N'ren is
made aware of this fact, he looks that way as well, and waves at Hoshall,
"And speaking of nannies...."
Erith settles with all the boneless grace of a feline, regarding the heat
warped scene below silently. Ariandra wanders back to her, stepping over a
pair of legs here, a wineskin there, a heap of rider's jackets with jumbled
patches from all the Northern Weyrs. Leaning against golden hide, Ariandra
watches in the same sort of introspective reverie as her lifemate.
On the sands, Tovar smiles widely, standing still in his boots.
On the sands, Korintha jostles Alaric more then his stately rocking. She's
like an excited four turn old at a gather, and expels this energy
every-which-way.
On the sands, "He's not the only one," Alaric chuckles back to Randall.
Mauroth croons encouragingly at the newly-Hatched, nearly bouncing up and
down on the ledge with excitement!
On the sands, Shahryar giggles, "I wonder what he would do if he doesen't?"
On the sands, Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet takes a step forward, then
another, then another, gaining speed as he arrows towards his destination,
all thought now ceasing for the action that he has considered. Purpose and
definition now are the overriding rules of his short life, as he comes
closer and closer to one particular girl that he seems destined for.
On the sands, Dendra murmurs, "Hunger will drive him out very soon." A drop
of sweat starts to form on her right temple as she speaks.
N'var chuckles quietly again, "So I've seen."
T'saren has to laugh at Kassi's words and expression. "Well at least I
won't have that to explain to A'lex, why he had to find another WIngleader
for Thunderbolt because the former was squashed by my lifemate. Visions of
Solarith chasing you around the bowl are rather intriguing, however."
On the sands, Tiren calls over heads, "Would you? There're an awful lot of
eyes on him."
Dossa eeeeks! at Mauroth's hopping, hiding on the other side of X'dren.
"She's going to sit on me!" She giggles, then turns to watch more of the
Impressions.
On the sands, Alane gets ready to dodge as the blue starts moving.
Sherazade peers,leaning forward to watch
Like the stealth bunny she is, Hoshall slinks through the crowd and slips
up behind D'va, her arms curling about his waist in the lewdest of manners.
Quietly she murmurs below the din, "Hey sexy boy, what have I missed?"
On the sands, Molleny's fathomless blue-grey eyes dart everywhere as the
tiny Tillekian tries to take in the entirety of the experience. "Lookit,
Korintha, in't he pretty? I mean, handsome? Ooh, an' lookit that one," she
adds as her gaze is stolen by an egg as it troubles its hollow in the sand.
On the sands, Shahryar laughs, "Have you look at the stands yet?"
On the sands, The High Reaches Weyr Lake Egg hops to one side.
K'tyn sits up, suddenly. "Is there wine t'be had?" he asks, looking at his
cohorts wheedling. "I'd like some, if there is..."
On the sands, Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet stops as sudden as he started.
He nudges his small snout into the sweaty hands of a girl who looks
frightened but who he knows will not run away....not from him.
On the sands, Randall shakes his head.
On the sands, The Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet stares deeply into Alane's
eyes.
Rialeth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she swoops down to a landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
Vivian grabs onto the flight straps and swings off Rialeth's neck, sliding
down a foreleg before she hops down to the ground.
D'va laughs as Hoshall appears at his back. "Well, let's see, we had some
hatchings, and we had some eggs, and we have some new riders. That about
sum it up?"
On the sands, Shahryar bounces up and down, "Hey Alane! He likes you!
Congradulations!"
Nimiriel watches the blue rather intently and, once she sees where he's
stopped, lets out a cheer. "Alane! N'var, did you see? That's Alane! Oh, I
wish Dysira were here to see this."
N'ren chuckles, "A tree, wandering around High Reaches Bowl? What kind of
Weyr is this?" He winks his good eye at D'va. "That's him down there.
Tiren. My son with Sianth's rider, Tierney."
On the sands, Randall watches Alane as the Dragonet glares at her, a cheer
on his lips.
Sherazade lets out a Whoop they can hear all the way at Fort. "Way to GO
Alane!"
On the sands, Tovar says "Hurrah Alane!"
On the sands, Milque bounces on her feet, "Look, he's looking right at Alane!"
On the sands, Bouncing a bit, Alaric cheers, "That blue's picked Alane!
That blue's picked Alane!"
Kassima waggles her eyebrows at Tas. "You remind me of a song I know on
this subject, y'know--a dragon who lusted after a human woman. Since she
wound up dead in the end, I can safely say I'm duly afraid. 'Twould have
t'be finding a gold boulder t'distract him with in a hurry, if'n he did!"
Fishing a wineskin forth from her helpful satchel of such things, she
tosses it towards K'tyn. "Benden red, Kiat; I'd nay carry else--oh! Did
Alane Impress?"
Kandri shrills out and claps her hands! "ALANE!"
Prometh bugles as impression occurs and Kiat turns back to the sands.
"Well, would you look at that!" He laughs. "He chose!"
On the sands, Now that Ysan -- Ys'aan is gone, her side is filled with
Moll. "He is! Just gorgeous! And, look!" She jostles the littler Tillikan,
"He went for Alane!" Jostle, tug, yank, breath.
X'dren glances at Dossa in amusement. "Mauroth wouldn't! Hey! It's Alane!
Congratulations, Alane! Way to go!" he hollers!
On the sands, A weyrbred lad is quickly reminded of the dragon's Very Sharp
Claws by getting scratched along the leg. A hiss of pain draws the
dragonet's attention and the blue creels unhappily and nuzzles the boy,
obviously finding his lifemate as the slightly wounded teenager cries a name.
On the sands, Alaric, master of the obvious.
On the sands, Arana smiles happily, "How wonderful Alane."
N'var nudges Nim excitedly, "She did! Blue!"
On the sands, Dendra woo-hoos as Alane Impresses, but not loud enough to
scare the dragonet.
Ceara cheers big time for her son's good friend. "Way to go Alane! And the
*best* color, too!"
On the sands, The Antique Igen Vase Egg rocks, one-two-three times in rapid
succession.
Melata nods...blue...definites the best.
On the sands, The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg tilts to one side.
T'mren grins at Jes, nudging her, "Your friend Alane impressed! Wonderful!"
D'va claps for Alane. "That's Alea's daughter, right?" He nods to N'ren.
"Oh, him! I've got a mark on him for a brown. Sorry. If I would have known,
I would have put my money on someone else and not jinxed him!"
On the sands, Tiren's eyebrows jet upward. "Wouldja look at that? Now
there's trouble for you, trouble. Huzzah, Alane."
On the sands, The Antique Igen Vase Egg rolls over, bumping the egg next to
it. A solid hammering can clearly be heard from the inside of the
sand-hardened shell.
On the sands, Kallen's eyes widen as he watches Alane Impresse. He can't
keep the goofy grin off his face as he watches. "From her faveorite egg
too." he says to no one in particular. He waits to hear the name.
On the sands, Shahryar smiles, "She got the dragonet out of her favorite egg!"
Jesica chuckles softly and she rubs Trisseth's muzzle, "He's a very
handsome fellow yes." she then chuckles again and nods to T'mren, "Indeed."
N'var again looks around the ledges and then shakes his head. "I hope she's
down there."
On the sands, A loud -crack- like splintering rock, and the narrow end of
the Antique Igen Vase Egg opens to reveal a clawed foot, pushing at the
shell to release it.
Dossa smiles for the blue dragonet and her new lifemate.
On the sands, Alane stares at the blue. "I'm hungry? No, your hungry,
Quinaeth. Yes, there's food and I'll feed you!" She looks back at Dendra.
"He wants me!" Tears of joy slide down her face.
N'ren snorts, "You're lucky I don't have anything to throw at you at the
moment, bronzerider. But wait until later. When you least expect it..."
Vivian peers closely at the sands below. "What have I missed? Who has
Impressed so far?"
On the sands, With a mighty effort, a bronze dragonet forces his way
through the Antique Igen Vase Egg and finally stands clear of the shell
that protected his growing body.
On the sands, Rilsa smiles broadly, taking the steps needed to approach the
new impression. "Congratulations, Alane and Quinaeth." she says, gently
touching the girl's shoulder to lead her off the sands.
On the sands, Alaric starts, both at the sound of the Candidate who was
scratched and at the crack from the Igen Vase Egg. He looks around
anxiously for some of those infamous Sharp Claws. Very Sharp.
On the sands, S'dar cheers happily for Alane. "What a combination," he
murmurs to Chezroth, who ignores him as he watches the action before the pair.
On the sands,
Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet
Glittering topaz rivers course over the hide of the hatchling in
complex, multi-faceted lines that narrate the tale of strength, shattering
the uniformity of the bronze hide. Enveloped in the warmth of the colours,
each clumsy movement made displays the rippling muscles as if the sun
shines down on a precious gemstone. The splattering of colours flow
smoothly down his compact frame to meet in a handfasting of golden brown
and bronze at the tip of the long tail. The mixture shimmering over his
wing membranes from the leading to the trailing edges, the facets seeming
to be cut by a Master Minecrafter's gentle hand. The hatchling's neck
arches to allow his wedge-shaped head to turn to survey the azure skies and
warm sands for his lifemate.
On the sands, Alane wraps her arms around the beautiful blue that has
chosen her.
On the sands, Dendra gives Alane a gently shove. "Well, go feed him! I'll
catch you later!"
On the sands, Randall grins as another bronze is set into the worls.
T'saren winces at Kassi's words, but has to ponder out loud, "You'd think a
dragon would have more sense than to lust after a human. Of course, some
humans are very easy to lust after." He snugs his arm tighter around his
weyrmate's waist and gives her a fond smile.
Vivian ahhs softly as the handsome bronze appears.
On the sands, Alaric whistles long and low as the topaz bronze dragon
emerges from that egg, head quirking a bit. "He's, uh, big..." he note with
a nervous laugh.
On the sands, Shahryar eye sparkle at his friends pairing but they are
quickly diverted by the emergence of a bronze dragonet from it's shell.
On the sands, Tovar's face falls slack at the impressive bronze dragonnette.
Jesica gasps a bit at the sight of the bronze, "Now that is a fine fellow."
Hoshall mutters to D'va, "Sure, same 'o, same o'... " Letting go, she
wanders to the edge of the ledge and peers down, her hands imprinting
themselves on her hips.
Kassima gives Maylia a vaguely horrified look. "He hasn't been trying t'fly
you, May, has he? Solarith, I mean, nay T'saren. I can guess about T'saren."
On the sands, Alane nods stupidly. "Uhm, yeah.." She leads Quinaeth off to
the side.
Kennyson oohs herself, "How handsome..." admiring the shimmering bronze.
On the sands, Molleny begins the shuffling that others have already begun
before her, moving her heated feet out of their current positions to a
fresher patch of sand.
Minya stifles a chuckle at Erbith's very enthusiastic welcome to the new
young bronze. "Now that one," she murmurs, "is a real looker." She crosses
her arms over her chest, expression intent on the young dragonet.
On the sands, Kallen immediatly shifts his gaze to the newly emerged
bronze. No words escape his lips as he stares.
On the sands, Milque gives Alaric's hand a squeeze, "Look at that bronze...
I wonder what lucky guy he'll find." She looks down the row of candidates,
then quickly back to those very sharp claws.
D'va just laughs at N'ren's warning, then gives a grin back to his clutchmate.
On the sands, Randall can't seem to take his eyes from the newly hatched
bronze. "Look at him..."
Only vaguely cognizant of the chatter ensuing about her, Shannen pitches
forward on her foreleg-of-a-seat to squint at the distant sands. The bronze
is subject to some scrutiny before she nods and leans back, apparently
satisfied.
X'dren points at the new bronze. "Ah! Look at that! /He'll/ have many a
green and gold mooning over him, Dossa!"
K'tyn says "Ah! Now there's a fine one," He points at the bronze. "He'll do
his sire and grandsire proud!" Prometh trumpets accord. "Hah!"
On the sands, Arana continues to shift from foot to foot. Her attention
never wavers from the sight before her.
Maylia leans, snugly held, against her weyrmate. "Not too many you find
easy to lust after, I trust?" She asks, grinning. To Kassi, she laughs.
'No, he'd not fit in our bed. Not with all the firelizards about." Is jested.
On the sands, Tovar nods next to Randall, unable to speak.
On the sands, Shahryar has a smile on his face that won't quit, so much is
happening so fast.
On the sands, "Yeah, me too." Alaric gives the hands on either side of him
tight squeezes and stares across at the bronze and the other unattached
dragonets. And, of course, their feet.
Dossa glances up at X'dren. "And Dossa, over his lifemate," she jokes,
giggling. "He does look very pretty."
On the sands, Tiren lets fly a quiet, low whistle. "Just when you think
one's the most beautiful thing you've seen, there's another right behind it."
On the sands, Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet starts to take a step
forward, stepping right on a Shard if his Egg. Quickly, he steps back with
a surprised trill! He looks back and forth before starting - more carefully
- toward the ring of Candidates.
On the sands, Korintha knocks into Alaric, saving Molleny from this
experence. Well, saving her yet. "Look'it, a bronze!" Knocking into Alaric
could send Milque off balance, too. Perhaps. Depends on how quick the boy
is on his feet.
On the sands, Shahryar inhales a sharp breath and hopes the little dragonet
hasen't hurt itself.
On the sands, Alaric tries to regain his balance as he is buffetted around
by Korintha. "Yeah, I know it's a bronzem" he answers stridently and nudges
Korintha. "Careful...I don't have any desire to be under those feet."
On the sands, Chezroth rumbles excitedly as another bronze joins the ranks
of High Reaches. He blurts out a warm welcome and watches as the youngest
dragon starts his decision making.
On the sands, Randall takes a quick breath, watching the bronze find it's
lifemate.
On the sands, Laurelin looks here and there as it seems that the eggs are
all hatching at once.
On the sands, The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg gives a little hop.
On the sands, Dendra absently wipes sweat from her brow as she shifts a bit
to cover the hole that Alane's departure casued. She is grinning from ear
to ear for her friend's luck.
On the sands, Milque smiles and waves her free hand to Keryn, glad someone
found her.
T'saren does choose to ignore Kassi this time, preferring to defend himself
to Maylia. "Nay, dearheart. Only one I lust after unless my lifemate has
something to do with it." Of course, as active as the bronze in question
is, it's a wonder Tas spends any time in his own bed.
Melata pats Verenth's foot. Very Sharp Claws, indeed.
On the sands, The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg twitches slightly.
On the sands, Korintha's feet? She gives him a puzzled look, her
comprehension a tad off rinnow. "I won't step on you."
On the sands, Shift right, shift left. Shift right. Kallen does what is
know as the candidate dance. Glanceing around him he sees small gaps
forming as the candidates are finding lifemates. He steps forward to claim
Alane's spot, flashing Dendra a look of good luck before looking to the
bronze again.
On the sands, Molleny scoots up to Korintha, nodding towards the bronze.
"If I didn't like bein' a girl so much, I'd start to wish I was a boy. That
one's /somethin'/, huh?"
X'dren leans toward the edge in anticipation of Impression...
On the sands, Keryn shuffles onto the sands, standing in the far back. Her
face is quite flushed, a bright contrast to her snow-white robe.
Kassima suggests to Maylia, trying to sound serious but not succeeding very
well, "You clearly need a bigger bed then, May. I seem t'recall that we all
barely fit, that once."
On the sands, Dendra nods to Kallen, shooting him a 'good luck' look right
back!
On the sands, Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet moves toward the Candidates,
eyes whirling as he 'examines' one, then another Candidate. He stops at a
sturdy-looking lad, looking him up and down. Is this the one?
On the sands, Alaric looks past the hurrying bronze at the twitching
lava-like egg, then sends a smirk down at Korintha. "Thanks. Your claws
aren't as sharp." Back to Milque, he gives a flashed grin, and stares back
toward the brilliant bronze.
Hoshall frowns down at the sands, her face curling inwards in a scowl as
she speaks to herself, "I'll meet'em soon enough, I can't take all this
rukus... " Spinning slowly about, she scans the crowd, poking a nearby
rider in the elbow (Afterall, she /is/ small) and asks, "Seen K'nder?"
On the sands, Roll...hop...Crack! A pastel pink egg breaks open to reveal a
dark Brown Hatchling. Wasting no time, the little Brown races from the
mound of eggs toward the Candidates. He quickly nudges a lad from Crom Hold
aside to get to a young Minecraft apprentice. Impression is made.
On the sands, Shahryar holds his breath waiting to see who the little
bronze has chosen.
On the sands, Tovar looks at the bronze, ogleing over his musculature.
On the sands, Randall doesn't even blink as the bronze surveys the candidates.
On the sands, Korintha's attention flashes to Molleny, "Something and more!
Look at him! Just like a gem in a mine..." Huh, now Alaric is talking to
her? How can she keep up with all this!!
Y'mil turns a grouchy eye at Hoshall and shakes his head. "Hadn't seen 'em
all day, Hosh."
Melata watches the sands intently.
On the sands, The Homage to Salless' Sludge Egg twitches slightly.
On the sands, A bronze hatches from his egg with snarl and bounds from it
eagerly only to trip on his own wings and roll down the sand a ways.
Getting up and shaking the glittering pellets from his hide the new
dragonet spots one among the white-clad candidates and gallops as best he
can to stop before a demure lad. A snort of insistence and the boy shrills
with glee and the bond is formed.
On the sands, Milque looks back briefly from the dragons and waves Keryn to
come join the end of the arc of candidates and take her hand.
On the sands, "That's it," Tiren murmurs, more breath than sound, as the
bronze moves toward the clustered candidates. "G'wan and find him out..."
On the sands, Kallen takes a deep breath, once again looking to the mound
of eggs before to the inspecting Bronze.
On the sands, The Beckoning Mineshaft Egg rolls halfway over.
Maylia hmms, thoughtfully. "Aye, the four of us were a little crowded that
night, I believe." She agrees, a rather wicked gleam to her eye. A gentle
pat upon her weyrmates' knee, and the young woman flirtatiously smiles at him.
Hoshall actually manages a brief smile as Y'mil responds, dipping her head
in semi-respect, "Thanks..." The short grumpy rider then pushes her way
through the crowd and back to her lifemate, who BTW, is cheerfully
conversating with another blue, his eyes whirling in the most friendly
fashion.
On the sands, Dendra tenses up a bit, ready to slide to the side if the
bronze wants to get by her.
On the sands, Tovar's eyes glance at the movement behind the bronze, trying
to watch everything at once.
On the sands, Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet shakes his head and whuffs
at the lad. No, not the right one. He quickly moves on toward another group
of boys.
On the sands, Elisanth croons, encouragingly to the newly-hatched
dragonets. She stretches her neck out towards the chaos on the sands,
towards her many children.
Lorieth snuffles at her rider, eyes whirling a deep blue-green. J'lyn looks
at the big green. "We've come a long way, haven't we, since we were down
there?" The big rider leans against his lifemate and companion lovingly.
On the sands, Alaric grins at the dragonet. "Go on, ya big galoot. Go pick
someone." He even gestures toward the male Candidates close by, nodding
with his head.
On the sands, Randall holds his breath, watching the Topaz Bronze move on
to other candidates.
X'dren shakes his head, smiling over the edge of the ledge, and waves Dossa
closer. "It's so beautiful... You have to see this, Dossa."
T'mren's eyes alight, "The bronze is about to pick. Good, good!"
On the sands, Shahryar follows the process of the little bronze, in case he
needs to be quick with the dodgeing.
T'saren heaves a long-suffering sigh, but manages a wan smile back at his
weyrmate. "Wonder who that bronze down there will go to," he wonders out
loud in an attempt to change the subject. "Not too many I recognize down
there, I'm afraid."
R'ian kinda leans back against Wyndroth as he watches the impressions down
below, lost in memories of his own impressio
On the sands, Keryn's stormy eyes lift to study the eggs and the hatchlings
at the emerge. Her teeth play at her lower lip and she shuffles a little
closer to get a better look.
On the sands, Tiren grins, amusement flashing into his eyes as the bronze
wanders on. "Well, I s'pose it's fair for them to change their minds, just
like we do, hey?"
Jesica chuckles and grins a bit as she nods to T'mren, "I wonder who he'll
choose?"
On the sands, "Tiren, go get him!" Alaric urges with a laugh. "C'mon."
On the sands, Tovar laughs nervously at Tiren's comment.
Kassima bounces a bit in place, beaming. "Only one I knew was Alane,
methinks, and she's found her fine 'mate. She's the daughter of an old
friend of mine... the appalling thing is, I saw her mother *Impress*. Way
t'be feeling old, eh?"
On the sands, Shahryar doesen't say much, can't say much... what is there
to say...
On the sands, Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet stops again and looks at a
somewhat tall young man and seems to consider. He tilts his head from side
to side as if unsure of himself. After a moment he steps back a step and
BUMPS into another lad. He turns to face the one he bumped.
On the sands, The Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet stares deeply into
Tiren's eyes.
On the sands, Shahryar slaps Tiren on the back! "A bronze! You got a bronze!
On the sands, Randall looks to Tiren, smileing. "Ah, good for you, Lad."
On the sands, Dendra quietly cheers for Tiren!
On the sands, Alaric laughs and barks out, "TIREN, you got him, blast and
shards, you got that bronze!!!"
On the sands, Molleny cranes her neck, stretching as tall as she can to see
more clearly whom the jewel of a bronze Impresses. "Who's he got?" she asks
tall Korintha. "Who is it? OOH! Lookit, it's Tiren!" she squeals, as if the
more statuesque candidate hadn't seen it for herself.
On the sands, A young Tillek lad steps back quickly as a Blue nearly
tramples over him. Brushing hot sand out of his hair, he grabs ahold of the
sapphire Blue's neck and cries out the dragon's name.
On the sands, The Greenflight's Fury Egg shudders, then sways a little back
and forth.
T'saren seems to relax a bit as the conversation shifts back to the
hatching. "Aye, most of my old friends from the Beastcraft have gotten
handfasted, and several have children already." No, he will *not* look at
Maylia as he says this.
On the sands, Korintha whoops and hollars, nearly dragging Alaric down and
setting herself to jumping. "Tiren!"
Kennyson oohs softly as a candidate impresses the fine looking bronze.
On the sands, Kallen also looks ready to move, his gaze right on the
bronze. As the bronze approaches Tiren he cheers quietly.
Sherazade Yells enthusiastically
On the sands, Arana moves from foot to foot as she watches the Bronze make
his way among the candidates. A happy smile lights up her face as she
watches Tiren impress the bronze. "Congrats Tiren."
Dossa silently observes, staying near X'dren and Mauroth, smiling for all
the new Impressions.
X'dren jumps up, whooping! "Tiren! Congratulations! Who-hooo!"
Minya gasps softly as the little bronze stops before Tiren. "He did it,"
she whisper softly, turning to embrace N'ren. "He did it!"
Ceara cheers for Tiren. "Way to go!"
On the sands, The Greenflight's Fury Egg continues gently rocking, almost
touching its mates on either side in its movements.
D'va laughs! "N'ren, you -will- be pestering us in the future, I see."
Prometh bugles!
Mauroth bugles smugly!
N'ren says nothing. He just grins. Grins enough to split his face open, but
grins.
Melata claps.
Jesica chuckles as the bronze inpresses, "A fine choice."
S'turn uses the offered foreleg as a step and climbs up onto Jlorath's
back, settling quickly into place.
On the sands, A small smile creeps over Keryn's lips as she watches some of
her peers find their lifemates. After a moment, her gaze returns to the
eggs and she watches the egg that seems to be moving the most.
On the sands, Korintha answers Moll rather loudly, thought the little
blonde has seen for herself amist the shifting bodies.
On the sands, Randall settles back onto his haunches.
On the sands, A harsh crack sounds, and a dark, almost vertical line
appears on the Greenflight's Fury Egg running rapidly up and down the
height of the egg.
On the sands, Alaric laughs at Korintha, almost bouncing as much as she.
"Jays, that's just so fantastic. Tiren, a bronzerider. Wow."
On the sands, Quinaethtakes the offered food and gulps down mouthfuls.
On the sands, Shahryar's attention is drawn away from his friend towards
the other eggs still unhatched upon the sands... His breathing is quick and
shallow now.
On the sands, The long cracks on the Greenflight's Fury Egg finally
circumnavigate its shell, and the two halves fall away to reveal a
glistening brown dragonet, already spreading his wings open to dry them.
On the sands, Milque shifts on her feet rapidly and reaches back to urge
Keryn to come up and join the line, not glancing away from the young
dragons for more than a moment though.
On the sands, S'dar "Tiren!"s excitedly as the young lad Impresses the
majestic bronze. "Faaantastic!" Chezroth, too rumbles his encouragement at
the smaller metallic.
X'dren whirles to hug his dragon, then Dossa, excited! "Good work, Mauroth!
You choose a good one!"
Nimiriel sits up abruptly as the bronze Impresses to Tiren, one look at
Minya and N'ren confirming her suspicions. "Oh! Congratulations," she
calls, both to the obviously proud family, and to the new bronzerider himself.
On the sands, Randall runs hand-fuls of sand through his fingers.
On the sands,
Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet
From the caliginous semblance of near pitch coal which binds itself to
the glossy hindquarters and tail of this masterfully built brown dragonet
to the opulent canary diamond that glistens over the rest of his form a
sense of stately calm seems to reign supreme. He steps forth from the
shattered remains of his shell like a craftsman moving from the naivete of
apprenticeship into the elucubrated journey of weyrling training. A flexing
of, until now, unused wing muscles displays a wealth of sunburst topaz
color a perfect half shade lighter than the prized golden diamond found on
most of his hide. There is a determined set of his scopic shoulders that
describes an intention to procure his lifemate in a coolly calculated
fashion - no rushing madly across the sands at the first white clothed
candidate in sight for *this* proud young beast.
Dossa seems quite surprised at X'dren's hug, and hugs back, blushing
considerably.
D'va grins at N'var. "I can tell I'll have to watch -that- one already," he
says.
Kassima asks T'saren with mock-indignation, "Are you claiming that people
who have children are *old*, Tas?"
On the sands, Shrugging off some of that glee, Alaric turns back toward the
sands and the brown who's just poked out his nose and emerged. "Handsome
fellow there too. Everything's sorta happening at once, isn't it??"
N'var grins, glancing back at D'va. He gives N'ren a quick look, chuckles,
and nods. "Indeed."
On the sands, Shahryar darts his eyes from side to side but still almost
missed the emergence of the brown from his shell. "Hey Randall, it's a Brown!"
It's just as well the bronzer didn't look at Maylia at that comment. Though
her eyes are fixed on the little bronze wndering hte sands, her
expressions' rather tinged with disappointment. It passes quickly, though,
giving way to a smile, as the little bronze seems to have chosen.
Jesica ahhhs at the sight of the brown, "There's a fine brown too."
On the sands, Randall looks up at Shahryar. "Aye, I see. And a very good
looking one at that."
On the sands, Tovar bends down and takes a handfull of sand and rubs it
bewteen his hands, trying to dry them from the heat.
Mauroth rumbles proudly, and nudges X'dren to keep watching the sands.
Vivian ooos softly at the handsome brown. "Very nice!"
On the sands, T'en, about to call an answer back to Alaric, teasing in
nature, is first jostled aside so that he staggers away from Arana, then
straightens, mouth dropped open in clear awe. It takes three tries to croak
out, "Rafaeith. Far.. no. *Rafaeith*!" The boy's face will surely crack and
drop off, grinning that widely. He reaches out to rest his hand against
bronze hide.
On the sands, A blue with a hide like midnight calls for his lifemate as he
stumbles across the Sands. And finally finds him in the midst of a crowd of
girls. The boy, from the harper hall, suddenly gives a yelp of joy and
calls his lifemate's name. Then laughter ensues from many as the boy
assures the blue that he is not a girl.
On the sands, Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet lifts his head regally,
whirling eyes surveying the crowd disdainfully. Raising his wings
delicately, he takes a step forward, toppling over in the sand.
On the sands, Rilsa smiles as the Istan impresses his bronze. She walks
toward T'en, giving him a smile. "Congratulations, T'en and Rafeith." she
says over the din of the Candidates and dragonets. "Let us get you off
these hot sands."
T'saren shakes his head quickly in answer to Kassi, as he takes a pull from
the wineskin. "Nay," he replies after swallowing. "Just that I'm not
feeling like a spring wherry anymore, either."
On the sands, Tovar flinches as the Brown falls over.
On the sands, Randall 's brow furrows with concern as the brown topples.
On the sands, Shahryar watches as the darkest blue dragonet he's ever seen
finds it's lifemate, a smile crosses his face.
On the sands, Kallen turns his head /just/ in time to see the Greenflight's
fury egg split in two to reveal a brown. He looks on in awe as the brown
takes a step forward then promptly falls. He can't contain his gasp of
worry as he watches, waiting for him to right himself. "Definatly very
clumbsy at first." he says softly, the two candidates on either side of him
the only ones to hear that comment.
Kandri grins as the greenflight's fury reveals a brown.
On the sands, Dendra gasps as the brown falls, and just barely restrains
herself from running over to help him.
On the sands, Alaric takes a step forward as the brown tumbles, a frown
working its way on his features. "Someone ought to help that little guy..."
he notes to Milque and Korintha.
On the sands, Arana makes an involuntary step towards the brown. She waits
to see if he's alright.
Ceara suddenly falls asleep in the middle of what she was doing for no
apparent reason.
X'dren returns to the edge, catching his breath at the Brown's fall.
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn grins. Someone always almost runs over to help the
fallen one. Which is always there, too. ;)
On the sands, The A Thousand Gleaming Eyes Egg tilts to one side.
On the sands, Molleny alternately rises to her tiptoes and lowers to
shuffle to another, cooler patch of sand, causing her to bounce and jiggle
her wealth of sunny blonde corkscrews.
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa grins.
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "@set me=jaded."
On the sands, The Writhing Thread Egg tilts to one side.
On the sands, Keryn shifts nervously, her eyes going to the brown and
watching with concern as he stumbles. From foot to foot she shifts, her
eyes bright with excitement, but her expression solemn and calm.
On the sands, The Peaceful Tidal Pool Egg twitches slightly.
Kheveth is smug. Even if his rider isn't, he is.
Kennyson clutches her jacket tighter around unknowingly as she watches the
young dragon fall.
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa says, "@set Jaly=Dino_who's_seen_it_all_twice."
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "Thrice, you mean"
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn gasps. Upstart. ;)
On the sands, Randall 's eyes dart to the Thread egg. "Watch that one, " he
comments to no one in perticular.
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn gasps again.
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa high fives Kiat.
On the sands, Milque shuffles on her feet and smiles, her feet feeling
pretty backed now, so they can't get much worse.
On the sands, Kallen looks ready to help restrain Dendra if need be. He
certainly doesn't want to see her raked with VSC.
On the sands, Korintha makes all kinds of unreconizable sounds, mostly
cheers, some winces, others just excitement finding it's bubbeling way to
her vocal chords. Tug on Alaric, burble to Molleny, oh yea. She's doing
/real/ well here.
On the sands, Shahryar tries to watch all the eggs and all the dragonets,
"I don't know where to look!"
On the sands, Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet lifts himself up with a snort,
eyeing that patch of sand that reached up and unmercifully tripped him.
With barely a glance at sire and dam, he steps -carefully- away from the
shards of his egg, then stops and blinks, the glare of the sun on the sand
blinding him.
On the sands, One candidate, starting to feel the heat on his feet, wanders
around until he spots a pair of boots on the sands. Thinking himself very
clever, he puts his feet into the boots, remarking, "Ah, that's better."
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn hmfs. "I'll remember that the next time Prometh and
Adonith try (notice that -try-) to fly Lorieth.
Verenth shifts his fet, watching the babies down below.
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa pouts.
Kassima considers Tas and May a moment, then admits, "Aye, well, neither do
most of us. If'n I could run around after m'spawn and still feel like a
spring chicken, I'd be some sort of inhuman freak of nature. Nay that I'm
nay anyway, come t'think on it."
On the sands, Shahryar shows his excitement as his candie-dance increases
it's pace.
On the sands, Laughing quietly at the brown, Alaric mumbles, "He looks
kinda like I do when I trip over the flat floor. Like there's someting
there that caught him."
On the sands, Kallen can't contain his amusement as he watches the brown
and only the brown for the moment.
On the sands, Tovar murmurs to Alaric, "But he," pointing, "has a reason to
stumble."
Nisanth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he
backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
On the sands, Alaric shuffles his feet back and forth, trying to find a
cool spot as he tosses back at Tovar, "Yeah, unlike me..."
On the sands, A particularly vibrant Green dragon walks up to two girls
standing side by side. She butts her head against the chest of one girl,
then the other. Finally, she gazes deeply into the eyes of one of the girls
and an impression is made. The other girl looks dejected and slumps down
for a moment, until a shy Brown comes waltzing up and another impression is
made.
On the sands, Randall can't seem to decide which to watch, the Brown, or
the Writhing Thread Egg.
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa says, "Don't take it out on my dragon!"
On the sands, Tovar grins and turns back to watch the excitement.
Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "I'm not insulting you J'lyn (for once)!"
Maylia flashes a smile to Kassima. "Mentor-mine, never fear. You are, and
have been as long as I've known you, a freak of nature." Some reassurance,
but the mocking tone she uses takes the edge off the statement.
On the sands, Laurelin leans against S'dar again, taking advantage of his
arm around her. She glances up at him quickly, then away again just as
fast. The rosiness of her cheeks might be from the heat of the sands, could
it not?
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "I meant that in a good way, Jaly! Really"
On the sands, Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet looks around piteously, hearing
voices. Could that be -his- one? He heads towards that soft voice, whirling
eyes seeking out his mate. No, not that one. -This- one. With a joyful
croon, the little brown scurries towards his new mate.
On the sands, Shahryar tries to watch all the little dragonets but in
trying missed two more of his friends impressing.
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "You're my hero, you know that.:)"
On the sands, Impression after impression is made, but Keryn remains alone
on the sands, no hatchlings even coming near her.
On the sands, Alaric tenses; that little brown is fast and his claws look,
well, probably very sharp.
Sherazade chuckles as she catches Laurelin's expression. "You go girl." she
laughs
On the sands, The Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet stares deeply into Kallen's
eyes.
X'dren says "Look! The brown's found him...!"
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn mm-hmms. Suuuuuuure...
T'mren grins, nodding to X'dren, "He has, and what a good choice."
Sherazade WOOOHOOOS! Way to go Kallen!"
A flourish as dragons and firelizards make a little room, a few beats of
russet-colored wings, and Nisanth glides down, landing with a bugle-warble.
"How many did I miss, how many did I miss?" squeaks Cat as she slides down
from her mount.
Catalina slides down Nisanth's shoulder and foreleg.
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "grins at J'lyn's pos"
On the sands, Dendra congratulates Kallen, lightly punching him on the arm
with joy.
On the sands, Randall watches as the Brown finds kallen. "Ah, another happy
ex-candidate."
On the sands, Shahryar dodges from the claws of one dragonet just in time
to see Kallen impress the brown, "Huzzah Kallen!"
Kennyson can't help but grin for the candidate that just impressed the brown.
On the sands, The Volcanic Rain of Fire Egg shudders once.
On the sands, Laughing again, cheerful from his friends' delight, Alaric
remarks, "Well, he chose pretty sharding well...congrats, Kallen!"
Prometh trumpets again as the brown impresses. K'tyn makes a toast to the
new pairing (having absconded with a 'skin of Kassi's).
Kandri grins and crosses her arms.
X'dren winks at T'mren. "Reaches always has very good browns..."
On the sands, Arana smiles as she watche Kallen and the brown. "How
wonderful", she mutters.
On the sands, Kallen watches the brown scuttles, wary and ready to move
untill suddnly he stands stark still, stareing at the Brown in shock.
"K....Kemonth!" he hollers out, no longer kallen but now St'fen forever!
On the sands, The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg wobbles violently,
catching your eye.
On the sands, Molleny claps her small, calloused hands as the brown chooses
Kallen for his 'mate, then finds her attention abruptly whisked towards
another egg.
N'ren nods to something unheard. "Not tonight, Minya. Tomorrow night."
Melata snorts, "What about the blues?"
Jesica chuckles and grins a bit, "A fine pair they'll make." she says as
Trisseth gives a rumble.
On the sands, S'dar grins widely for Kallen and Kemonth.
On the sands, The candidate wearing the boots tires of shifting his feet
-within- the boots and tries to pick up his feet and move elsewhere.. when
he finds the boots are weighted. At that moment, a Brown comes loping his
way.. the boy tries to move but ends up tripping over the boots and sprawls
to the ground. Once the boy picks himself up, the Brown gazes deeply into
his eyes and another impression is made.
On the sands, Rilsa blows some tendrils of damp hair from her eyes before
moving toward the next pairing. A smile forms on her lips and she speaks
reassuringly to him. "Welcome, St'fen and Kemonth. Shall we get you both
out of this unbearable heat?"
On the sands, <The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg wobbles again, and
rolls over completely, falling down the small mound of sand it was resting
on, and slowly coming to a gentle stop.
On the sands, A series of small cracking sounds are heard, and several
holes appear in the Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg, each one showing
either foot, or snout, or tiny wingtip.
On the sands, Keryn turns her gaze turns to the lava egg and she watches
with interest, still shifting from foot to foot.
"Ohh, a brown. Browns are good." Catalina belatedly salutes around, ambling
over to Kandri alongside her lifemate. "Heya, KD..."
On the sands, Randall glances at te Bollian egg, his attention devided.
On the sands, The Whorled Woodscape Egg jerks to one side a little.
Kandri looks up and over at Cata and waves her fingers, enwrapped in Zadi's
arms as she is.
On the sands, Shahryar holds his breath waiting for the next egg to hatch.
X'dren grins at Melata. "Greens are best, though, I think," he responds
mischievously before eyeing the eggs and Candidates and Hatchlings again.
On the sands, Limbs push outward with combined effort, and the Leisurely
South Bollian Lava Egg suddenly bursts open to reveal a gangly brown
dragonet, looking about him with blinking eyes.
On the sands, Tovar shifts forwards and back on his feet, not from the
heat, but from nervous energy.
On the sands, Its to be sure Alaric's arm is going to feel it tommrow the
way Korintha drags on it. Bouncing and rocking, she says to Molleny, "Did
you get to see that?! Kallen!"
On the sands,
Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet
The warmth and glow of amber encase this dragonet, the hard lines and
strong golden-brown colouring give the impression that this hatchling was
cut from the very gemstone that he seems to represent. Although his hide
looks as smooth and polished as amber, the speckles of dark brown add an
unique highlight to him, drawing attention to the ripples of his developing
muscles as well as the strong line of his neck and tail. The deeper
golden-brown of the hide pour over his forelegs and haunches seeming to
represent the band that holds the gemstone in place, forging strength and
grace in one fluid handfasting of colours. His wedge-shaped head is small,
features defined as if encouraged by the tools of a miner. His squashed
snout and headknobs complete the character of this young one.
Sherazade Hugs her Weyrmate and smiles down at her. "Going well, is it not?"
Kandri nods a bit, sighing happily. "Very."
On the sands, The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg rolls halfway over.
On the sands, Shahryar wears a goofy grin on his face, "Another Brown!"
On the sands, Alaric's gaze follows the brown and his new lifemate, his
feet making nice grooves in his spot like a feline who's just finishes
using some of the sand in the bowl for its business, and with a laugh he
tells Korintha, "Yes, I saw! You need to calm down, Kora."
On the sands, St'fen looks up to Rilsa, a bit dazed. Slowly he follows
though, makeing sure the brown is at his side.
On the sands, A young Smithcraft boy is nearly slashed nicely by a blue
running past! For his attention was on an approaching green and her loving
call. But though he was knocked over, the boy is in one piece and holding
his new lifemate to him with joy tears on his face. The new weyrling
reasures his lifemate he is allright as they are led to the feed and oil.
Sherazade kisses the top of Kandri's head and turns back to the sands with
a smile.
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa beams.
On the sands, Tovar stares at the brown, "Wow, lookit him!"
A flash of golden-brown from the sands..blob as it is from this
height..catches Catalina's penetrating, searching stare. "Another brown!"
Don't mind her. She had too much klah, most likely.
On the sands, Randall claps for the Smith boy. "Good for you!"
On the sands, Dendra absently flaps the back of her robe to try and get
some cool air down her sweaty back. Her feet are also starting to get as
warm from the Sands.
On the sands, Korintha coughs a bit, pulling herself up. "Uh, yeah. Sorry."
She actually LETS GO of Alaric's arm, patting it. "Sorry about that, there."
On the sands, A lovely orange and yellow Egg splits open, leaving a very
small Green Hatchling in its place, shrieking loudly, eyes ablaze! After
seeming like it would stand there and scream forever, it takes off to the
left and bumps into a High Reaches Weyr lad, moments later, they are
lifemates.
On the sands, Molleny hops once again, whether from sands heat or
excitement at the appearance of another brown. Beads of sweat wet her hair,
curling it even tighter as it is dampened and then dried by the scorching
temperature and the dryness in the air.
On the sands, Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet bursts from the shell headfirst,
trampling over the Shells he leaves in his wake. He walks forward a bit,
then furrows his eyeridges. Backs up, then starts stamping on the Shells
some more. They crackle gaily under his claws for a moment, but he soon
leaves them behind... he's got a lifemate to pick out.
X'dren turns to Dossa, a suspicious wet streak on his face. "Enjoying the
Hatching?"
Minya eyes N'ren. "What are you talking about? What's later?"
On the sands, Alaric follows Tovar's gaze at the recently emerged brown,
grins down at Korintha, kissing the top of her head, then looks back at the
brown. "Yeah, he's a good-looking one too. Looks like a big, I dunno,
gemstone."
On the sands, Randall seems not to notice the heat of the sands, his eyes
intent on the eggs and Dragonets.
On the sands, Shahryar chears for his friend who just impresses a pretty blue.
Dossa is engrossed in watching the hatching, breath taken away. She nods
mutely to X'dren, biting her lip as yet another brown is Impressed.
N'ren blinks at Minya, "Oh. Rilsa said that she'd prefer no visitors until
after the class tomorrow night. That's what I meant. I figured you'd want
to know."
On the sands, The Delicious Baker's Egg shakes from side to side for a moment.
On the sands, Randall steeples his fingers in an attempt to calm himself.
On the sands, Milque takes her hand from Alaric's to quickly kneel down and
fix her sandle, the buckle having come loose and in all her shuffling she
nearly sent it flying off her foot.
Minya ahs, nodding. "Okay. That makes sense. I do want to see them to offer
congratulations. They're a dashing pair, they are."
On the sands, Korintha's cheeks look rather like Weyrwoman Laurenlin's.
Just /must/ be the heat. "They're all lovely, every last one of them."
On the sands, Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet wanders through the Sands,
shuffling his tail along behind him as he peers this way and that. He darts
toward a group of Candidates, sending some scattering... then turns back
around. Tries to crane his neck in either direction as far as it will go to
try to find that special someone who has just got to be here!
On the sands, Alaric glances down at Milque and advises gently, "Careful,
Milque...careful..."
N'ren chuckles, "They'll probably be far too busy to consider things anyway."
T'mren hrms," I think that brown's still not found the right someone."
On the sands, Randall watches astyhe brown ploughs it's way through some
candidates. He chuckles.
On the sands, Shahryar dodges the infant claws of the brown and escapes
with hardly a scratch.
Catalina giggles softly and cranes her neck to better see the
hatching..specifically, the egg-smashing brown. "What a darling creature!"
she exclaims, eyes sparkling. "Too bad I don't really know any of the
candidates..hey, wait. Maybe. Maybe I do. Is that..is that Yerali down
there? Oh! Oh, a green's near her... Go, Yera!!" Remember. Don't mind her.
On the sands, The Stones of Fort Hold Egg shudders once.
On the sands, The Abandoned Tree Stump Egg rolls halfway over.
On the sands, As a bespeckled Egg cracks, a young woman, one of the Weyr
kitchen staff, exclaims to her friend standing right next to her, "Oh!
That's my favorite egg!" Excitedly she watches the Green that emerges. Her
surprise and excitment are clearly visible when the Green chooses her!
On the sands, The Peaceful Tidal Pool Egg shivers a bit.
Sherazade waves to Catalina as she recognizes her
Minya grins. "Or really to notice. I hardly noticed a thing after my
Impression...but Erbith."
On the sands, Milque looks up and nods, "I got it fixed..." She reaches out
for Alaric's ahnd again, watching the dragons on the sands carefully.
Jesica chuckles and grins at T'mren and she nods, "He will."
On the sands, Molleny scatters with the rest, away from the amber hatchling.
On the sands, "Another green Impressed...lotsa greens," observes Alaric as
he helps Milque stand. "And more eggs just moving around. How do they know
what they're looking for in all this confusion?"
On the sands, Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet finally senses something...
someone! He plods along the Sands toward that character, slowing down
successfully, though not very gracefully as it's only his second time at
such a maneuver. He's found him! He's found him!
On the sands, Randall shrugs. "I guess you;ll have to ask your lifemate,
Alaric."
On the sands, Intently watching the activity all around her, a Candidate
from Tillek Hold uses the sleeve of her robe to wipe the sweat dripping
from her brow.
On the sands, Tovar grins at Randall, watching the Brown intently.
On the sands, Milque gives a shrug in Alaric's direction, not knowing how
she can follow all the confusion, let alone how anyone else could be
following it.
On the sands, Korintha falls back a bit as the brown come nearer, "Who
knows? They just do."
X'dren grins slowly... "And.... who has he found...?"
On the sands, Shahryar smiles wondering just who the brown has chosen.
On the sands, Randall mirrors Shahryar's intrest in the Brown.
T'mren shrugs at X'dren, "Dunno, but he's found someone!
On the sands, The Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet stares deeply into Randall's
eyes.
On the sands, Keryn's eyes dart about, stopping on one hatchling,t hen
moving to an egg, then moving to another hatchilng, her eyes lighting as
one comes close, but the light soon dims as the hatchlings chooses another.
Ceara cheers for Randall!
Catalina eeks ecstatically. "Oh, she Impressed! Yera Impressed...Eh?" Oh.
Other sentient lifeforms..right. A wave is offered to Sherazade, absent as
it may be.
On the sands, The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg wobbles slightly, almost
unnoticeably, barely disturbing the sand around its base.
On the sands, Two eggs roll into each other, both cracking. Two Blues break
free of the Eggs and start searching for their lifemates, creeling in
unison. Withing moments of their Hatching, the two find what they seek: A
somewhat older female Candidate from High Reaches Hold and a young boy from
the Seacraft.
On the sands, Dendra sees Randall's Impression and calls out her
congratulations!
On the sands, Shahryar pounds his neighbour on the back, "Congradulations
Randall!"
On the sands, Arana claps her hands, "Oh Randall how wonderful."
On the sands, Keryn's eyes dart about, stopping on one hatchling,t hen
moving to an egg, then moving to another hatchilng, her eyes lighting as
one comes close, but the light soon dims as the hatchlings chooses another.
On the sands, Alaric mirrors Dendra's and Shahryar's voices.
"Congratulations, brownrider! Well done!"
On the sands, The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg continues to wobble, back
and forth, each movement larger than the one before, until it rolls over,
startling a newly hatched brown dragonet right beside it.
On the sands, Randall falls on his back, blinking. "Brudith!" he exclaims.
"Brudith!"
Sherazade cheers for Randall!
On the sands, "R'dal, congratulations!" Rilsa says in greeting as she
approaches the next pair, her smile, showing some weariness from the
excitement, but bright. "Welcome, Brudith. Let me escort you to a nice cool
area."
On the sands, A tiny snout breaks through the hard surface of the wobbling
Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg, and along with it comes an eager crooning.
On the sands, Molleny calls out to the startled brown, "Watch out," as the
foliated egg tumbles towards him.
On the sands, The Faceted Quartz Egg gives a little hop.
X'dren says "Way to go, Randall!"
"Cheers!" Kiat calls out as the brown makes his choice, and Prometh bellows
as yet another of his son's offspring impresses.
Melata claps.
Catalina giggles at Randall's (R'dall's?) spill, leaning up against her own
lifemate and stroking his lowered muzzle, remembering.
On the sands, Thud! Crack! The hole in the Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg
widens, bit by tiny bit, until a very tiny green dragonet finally breaks
through to fall to the sands.
On the sands, Randall stares off into the sky, his eyes blank and a smile
on his face. He slowly gains his feet.
On the sands, Dendra gasps as her favorite egg finally starts to move!
On the sands,
Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet
A jewel of finest cut and greatest clarity could in no way match the
emerald, jade and citrine that seem to bejewel this young dragonet's hide.
And a gem she is - in spirit and body. She is, however, no delicate bead or
breakable stone, but rather as fierce and cutting as a diamond in mind and
form. Wings of crafted emerald spread out about her like the cloak of a
Lord Holder. Where wings join to shoulders is a bezelled ring of topaz and
citrine that circles the joints and then flows along her ridges to the tip
of the tail. Each paw and fingerjoint is dappled with rings of flashy
tourmaline, and even black diamond makes its sparkling appearance across
her hide. But like any jewel, when looked at closely, one can always find
zigging and zagging cracks deeply hidden beneath. And through that,
emerald, jade and amber swirl together in veins of barely seen color that
race across the whole of her hide. These vibrant traces of color are most
seen upon her tender wingsails as they swirl and sworl to a peak at the
wings' joints in a blaze of yellow and green. Most striking of all, upon
this High Reaches gem, is the regal poise with which she does carry
herself; the tender care she takes with each step and lastly that hidden
vein, akin to that in her hide, that is feminine.
On the sands, Alaric squint at the eggs still bouncing around and the
potted plant egg that has just disgorged a tiny green. "Awwwww," he says,
then coughs to cover it.
On the sands, Tovar grins, watching R'dal take his lifemate off the sands.
He turns back, looking from his circle of friends to the remaining eggs and
sighs softly.
On the sands, A mottled Brown Egg spins, then rolls away from the cluster
of eggs. The egg begins to shake violently, then cracks appear all over the
surface. A claw appears, then the Egg splits open, dumping a small Blue
unceremoniously onto the Sands.
Tiarith emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she swoops down to a landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
X'dren straightens, eyes wide. "OH! Another green!"
On the sands, S'dar grins, "Randall! He's fantastic!" The young Weyrleader
is caught up in the occasion, yanking on his shirttails in anticipation and
excitement as the action proceeds.
On the sands, Shahryar his neighbours impressed, moves down the line to
join his friends. "Oh look another green just hatched!"
On the sands, Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet gives an energetic shake that
travels from the crown of her headknobs to the dainty tip of her tail and
sends bits of eggshell showering about her in different directions. After
that initial burst of motion she turns her jewel hued eyes upon the nearest
group of overheated candidates and moves in to take a closer look.
Rillae vaults down Tiarith's side to the ground, using her foreleg as a step.
On the sands, Korintha snatches at Alaric's arm again. That didn't last
long, now did it. "Did you see?! Randall and Brudith! And now a green!" For
Joy, For Rapture!
Mauroth bugles happily!
K'tyn says "Shards, she's stunning!" Kiat says quietly."
On the sands, Dendra keeps one eye on the green dragonet, and the other on
the Faceted Quartz Egg.
On the sands, Milque giggles nervously as she watches the tiny green,
shifting her feet carefully so as not to dislodge her hastily repaired sandle.
On the sands, Alaric winces. "I saw, I saw, I saw..." and turns back toward
the sands and the creatures scattered across it.
Eilonth Roars and sits up on her haunches...welcoming the new beauty
A'lex says "Very much so," in agreement with K'tyn, "Very much so."
Ceara smirks. "I worry when I se this amny greens at once. For my own sanity."
Catalina wipes at misty blue eyes with the back of one hand, sniffling
once. "Oh, I *love* hatchings," she murmurs to no one in particular,
riveted on the scene below her.
Jesica blinks a bit at the sight of the newest green and she ahhhs, "She's
lovely."
On the sands, Chezroth rumbles to the little green. His eyeridges waggle a
bit as he examines her glittering hide. Only just Hatched and he's already
checking her out for future reference! Tyyyypical.
On the sands, A mottled Brown Egg spins, then rolls away from the cluster
of eggs. The egg begins to shake violently, then cracks appear all over the
surface. A claw appears, then the Egg splits open, dumping a small Blue
unceremoniously onto the Sands.
On the sands, Molleny's eye is arrested as a certain egg hatches. "Kora,
lookit, lookit," she hollers out. "That's the one I told you about, the egg
that looks like the watch I used'ta stand. D'you see?"
On the sands, Tovar wipes sweat from his face, watching all the motion,
trying to keep calm.
Ceara sighs with relief seeing a blue hatch.
On the sands, Laurelin grins at S'dar, and then laughs with sheer happiness
as each dragonet finds the one it was meant to find. She crosses her arms
and just watches, unable to say anything except with her eyes.
Lysseth warbles a greeting to her sister green, drawing Kassi's attention
to her. "She's got orangey bits," the Wingleader observes. "I've heard that
orange is the color of seduction. Want t'bet she'll be a favorite of the
males?"
On the sands, Arana moves from foot to foot as the heat of the sands gain
her attention for the moment. But the heat is soon again forgotten as she
watches the green dragonet.
On the sands, As each hatching emerges, Keryn smiles upon the dragonet, and
a hopeful look crosses over her face, but it is soon gone as no hatching
chooses her. After a bit, she finally takes a step back, as if she has
given up all hope of impressing.
On the sands, Elisanth lifts her tail up in the air and brings it down on
Chezroth's, a little smartly. You think he could at least wait.
On the sands, Korintha swivels her head left and right, finally following
Molleny's pointed finger. "Your tree pot? That's where the green came from?
Oh, Moll! Look'it her!"
On the sands, Alaric squints. "Uh, why is Chezroth looking at that little
green like that?" is his query before he glances at Milque again. "Y'okay?"
On the sands, A Green, having Hatched moments ago, appears to have trouble
getting between two Eggs that stand between her and the waiting Candidates.
Creeling, she rushed forward toward an egg, which suddenly cracks open,
revealing another Green. A few short breaths later, two more pairs of
lifemates find each other.
T'saren gives a light snort at Kassi's comment. "Well, Solarith is
interested, but since we already went through that once tonight, I won't go
into details."
Dossa sighs, smiling wistfully for all the wonderful things happening on
the sands below.
On the sands, Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet may be tiny but she holds no
fear as she quickly confronts the first and largest group of candidates.
Taking a breath so deep you can notice the swell of her diminutive chest
she bugles demandingly and surprisingly loudly.
On the sands, Shahryar tries to control his breathing as eggs hatch and
dragonets wanter all over the place... he lunges to one side as a small
green goes realing by on her way to her lifemate.
Kassima leans a bit closer to the other two Telgarians, lowering her voice.
She mutters to Maylia, "... paint some orange... that... boulder,..."
Maylia senses Kassima leans a bit closer to the other two Telgarians,
lowering her voice. "Mayhaps we should paint some orange streaks on that
big gold boulder, d'you think?"
Catalina glances shyly over at Kassima, drawing herself away from the
moment long enough to ask, "Orange is seductive? I never heard that..." Huh.
On the sands, Molleny's head bobs. "Yuss, my plant. Well, Lady Ferrah's
plant, but I'm the one that watered it, anyhow. Hey, she's pretty."
On the sands, Wincing, Alaric takes a step backward and remarks, "Blast,
that's quite a set of lungs on her...takes after her sire's rider, I think."
X'dren shakes his head, sighing. "A /lot/ of greens, it seems. Popular
color--but I could wish otherwise."
On the sands, Milque leans closer to Alaric, "What a voice on that one..."
She looks over at the green with the voice twice her size.
On the sands, A bright Blue dragonet trumpets as he rights himself after a
tumble on the sands. Picking himself up with just a moment of hesitation,
he sprints across the sands, tripping over his newly-opened wings several
times before settling upon a girl from the SeaCraft.
On the sands, The Whorled Woodscape Egg shivers a bit.
On the sands, The Nabolese Red Apple Egg jerks to one side a little.
Kassima straightens back up to grin at Catalina. "So I've heard... but,"
she admits readily, "seduction isn't precisely a subject I'm very
knowledgeable about."
Sherazade grins at X'dren. "Worried about competition?"
On the sands, The A Thousand Gleaming Eyes Egg shakes from side to side for
a moment.
On the sands, Chezroth erks as Elisanth catches him checking out wayward
hide. He nudges the golden queen back, then hrrruumphs his almost lazy
acknowledgement of the green, as if to say, looks healthy, nice coloring.
He then turns to regard the other dragonets on the Sands.
On the sands, Tovar cringes at the sound coming from the diminutive green.
T'mren grins at X'dren, "He is, we all know it!" He teases.
On the sands, Dendra giggles as she sees Elisanth bring Chezroth back in line.
Catalina grins impishly. "I should start buying more orange things, then. I
don't look good in it, but..my weyrmate.." She leaves *that* sentence to
finish itself.
Ceara gets a little misty as she sees a SeaCraft girl Impressing a blue.
"Those were the days..." She hugs Anaryth a bit and leans into him more.
On the sands, Shahryar winces at the trill voice of the little green.
X'dren nods wryly at Zadi, flushing a warm red.
Sherazade Winks. "X'dren has no competition...he's one of a kind." she
smiles loyally.
Maylia lifts her attention to Kassi, with a wide smile. "Orange, hmm?" She
asks. "Could do." T'saren suddenly is favoured with a wide eyed, innocent
smile.
On the sands, Korintha mumbles, mostly to herself, "I wonder if she knows
any stories."
X'dren flushes a deeper scarlet, and seems to focus long and hard at the
activity on the sands...
Ceara nods to Zadi. "You can say *that* again."
On the sands, Alaric nods agreeably to Milque, nudges Korintha, and watches
the green's progress. "I hope she's just hungry. Oh, uh...you think she's
just hungry? With those, you know, sharp claws and all?"
On the sands, Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet starts to advance
intimidatingly upon a rather tall lad with the bulky arms of the smithcraft
when something off to her right catches her total attention. A second later
all the smith lad sees is a retreating tail as the gem of a green takes off
in quest off the one she knows she needs.
A'lex looks over to Sherazade, "Aye, that he is." He grins.
Sherazade grins. "I would..but if any more blood goes to his face he will
pass out from lack of it."
Kassima chuckles, nodding an acknowledgement of the point. "Says it all,
doesn't it? Well, there're worse fates for a green than t'have the males'
eyes. Though I doubt Lyss would care much for that."
On the sands, Elisanth rumbles, two can play this game. She removes her
tail from Chezroth's and steps a little away, seemingly to simply nudge a
wayward little brown back towards the circle of humans.
On the sands, Chezroth does _not_ watch the retreating tail.
Ceara turns wot watch X'dren instead. "Now *that* would be fun."
On the sands, Tovar moves back slightly, not wanting to get in the Green's
way.
Dossa looks from Sherazade to X'dren, and beams. "I've a little bit of
first aid training," the Telgar assistant headwoman states.
On the sands, Milque shivers, "I'm not going to think about that Alaric...
On the sands, Shahryar chuckles at the gold and bronze's antics.
X'dren glances at them, blushing fiercely. "I won't pass out," he mutters
indignantly.
Catalina returns her attention to the hatching again, squinting her eyes to
refocus on the event at hand. "Now who is that little green rushing too..."
"Orange isn't one of my favorite colors," T'saren muses absently as he
watches the hatching's progress. "Much prefer blues or greens, despite the
latter supposedly being unlucky."
Kvasith emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he
flies down to land gently on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
On the sands, Shahryar says "Hey Alaric, who do you think she'll choose?"
Sherazade can't resist."You gonna do that mouth to mouth thing on him if he
does?" she winks at Dossa
On the sands, A lad from Nabol falls as he ducks out of the way of a Blue
as it emerges from its Egg and makes a wild dash toward a group of girls,
then stops.
On the sands, Alaric nods and makes a face. "Yeah, tell me about it. So
far, so good, though. Hey, that's a pretty green, isn't she?" Turning back
toward Shahyar, he adds, "I don't know. I haven't guessed right yet, y'know?"
On the sands, Shahryar chuckles, "Neither have I."
Dossa blushes in kind, glancing at Sherazade. "Well, since Trila had to run
off..." She glances over at X'dren, winking.
Ceara stifles giggling. And *tries* to concentrate on the hatching eggs.
Tries.
Aurian slides off Kvasith after unfastening her riding straps. She lands
neatly on her feet this time.
On the sands, Molleny smiles brightly, exposing a row of white, straight
teeth. "D'you think so? Nah...I don't think newhatched dragons know many
stories. Maybe when she's h'older, though, huh?" speculates the half-pint,
adding a h'extra h'aspirant to h'emphasize the h'important word.
X'dren points at the gorgeous green--an obvious attempt to divert
attention. "She's in a rush..."
Sherazade chuckles and behaves...turning back to the sands.
On the sands, One candidate keeps pointing and pointing to a Brown dragonet
on the sands, willing it and beckoning it to come his way. Eventually the
Brown does, driving his way across the sands to the boy - but the candidate
is reduced to tears as the Brown impresses to the shy blond-haired boy
standing next to him.
On the sands, Dendra looks over at the green, and a look of speculation
enters her eyes. A sneaky green with a great set of lungs would be a good
match for her. Hmmm, seems ambition has finally bloomed in Dendra's soul.
Sherazade Aws softly...hating to see that happen.
On the sands, "Hey," Alaric says suddenly, "Gastin just got that brown over
there..." and nods toward the blond boy and his new lifemate. "Way to go,
Gastin!!"
Aurian pushes up her goggles as she lands, she blinks a tad.
Catalina winces at the sight of the bawling lad on the sands, closing her
eyes for a minute. "Poor thing..oh, I *do* hope he Impresses."
On the sands, Shahryar says "Don't you mean G'tin?"
Sherazade nods to Catalina
Kassima espies Kvasith landing, and yells over to her rider, "Auri! Over
here--there's wine!"
On the sands, Alaric shrugs back at Shahryar, noting with a broad grin, "I
don't know where St'fen came from, so what do I know, you know?"
K'tyn waves to Aurian, his attention diverted briefly from the sands by her
arrival. "Heya! Join the rest of the crew."
On the sands, Korintha chuckles a bit, still locked onto Alaric's arm while
talking to Molleny, "Maybe. Maybe she'll know some of the ones you told
them? I bet they can hear inside those shells, I do."
R'ian looks over and smiles, waving to Aurian
On the sands, Shahryar turns his head to watch eggs and dragonets chuckling
slightly.
On the sands, Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet is headed in a straight line,
which unfortunately means she has to push a larger brown out of her way
with a *thump* of her lowered head, right towards a candidate who seems
every bit as fit and feisty as the petite green considers herself.
On the sands, The sound of creeling hatchlings filling the air, two more
dragons break free of their shards, a Green and a Brown. The Green finds
her legs more quickly then the other and moves toward a young Harper
Apprentice. The Brown follows his Clutchmate and finds his lifemate
promptly: a young lady from a mountain cothold.
Catalina opens her eyes and watches, breath held..who did the ancy little
green decide on?
X'dren shakes his head, chuckling. "Lots of Harpers being Impressed! It'll
be a fiesty lot of weyrlings!"
Aurian waves a hand toward R'ian before continuing over to the Telgari
contingent, "What're the numbers so far? C'treel has wagered against me
like the fool he is.."`
Sherazade grins. "Lots of singing Weyrlings
Sunshine leaps into the air and winks into *between*.
On the sands, Keryn sighs softly, her stormy grey eyes lowering to stare at
her sandals, though she does glance up from time to time to see who has
impressed what colour.
Dossa sighs dreamily. "Such wonders on those sands," she murmurs.
Maylia shrugs her shoulders, glancing up from her ledge-edge perch towards
Aurian. "Sharding lot of bronzes, I'd say." She quips. "But I've not been
counting."
On the sands, Tovar steps back a litel further from the brown and green
moving so near and ends up next to Keryn. He nudges her gently.
On the sands, Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet stops herself a little too
late and sends a small shower of sand over *her* beloved candidate's feet.
Triumphantly she announces that she has staked her claim and gives a
warning eye at a blue who seems to be getting too close to what's *hers*.
On the sands, The Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet stares deeply into
Molleny's eyes.
Ceara cheers for Molleny!
On the sands, The Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg rocks purposefully. No mere
shuddering or wobbling for this one.
On the sands, Alaric twitches at the advance of that green dragon, and,
turning, he calls, "Look out for those claws, Molleny!!" before the
hatchlings start fighting over her. "You need some help there?"
Sherazade claps wildly!
On the sands, A Blue dragonet takes a very long time, inspecting a group of
candidates very critically it seems. After some time, the dragon finally
stumbles over a boy who'd gone out to try and help another candidate who
had fallen down - and instantly, the impression is made.
X'dren laughs! "Protective little green, that! Congratulations, Molleny!"
On the sands, A loud thumping,from the inside of the hard shell, now
accompanies the steady rocking of the Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg.
On the sands, Dendra cheers for Molleny! Finally, Matheny's Famous Cousin
is a rider herself!
On the sands, Shahryar says "Way to go Moll!"
Catalina applauds loudly..nevermind she has no idea who the new weyrling is...
Kandri leaps to her feet and shouts so loudly it hurts for her friend!
Prometh trumpets a blast to celebrate the green's choice as his rider cheers!
On the sands, Arana smiles and claps, "Way to go Molleny."
Aurian wrinkles her nose, "Bronzes? Figures Chezroth would have the
temerity to do that.."
On the sands, The Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg cracks, once, twice, thrice in
rhythm to its methodical rocking, and pieces of the shell fall away, here
and there.
D'va chuckles. "Well, Matheny will be happy with that one," he comments.
T'saren holds out the still-corked second wineskin to Aurian while
answeting her question with, "Faranth only knows, though I'll have to agree
there's been an awful lot of bronzes. Big clutch though..."
Ceara clambers up onto Anaryth's back, using his straps as handholds.
On the sands, S'dar beams wide at Molleny's Impression, listening to see if
she calls out the new green's name.
On the sands, Milque smiles happily for Molleny, then grimaces as her
sandle goes free again and she sticks her foot in sand. "Youch!"
On the sands, Without too much more fuss, the Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg
breaks open and a blue hatchling's head appears, then his body. He shakes a
shard from his snout and looks about him.
On the sands, Korintha nearly screams, keeping it down to a low cheer,
"Molleny!" It's all she can manage, though lots of other sounds come out,
none of them reconizable. Poor, poor Alaric's Arm.
On the sands,
Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet
His hide is the hard, cross-sectioned blue of translucent tourmaline
that is found in the southern mines. As the blue follows the cut of the
muscles, his hide shows veins of a darker color as if you are viewing him
down the long axis of a crystal, the striations radiating in all directions
on his form. Each movement he makes causes his hide to shimmer, seeming to
show stronger or different colours as if the twin Pernese moons have
dedicated their light to illuminate the mineral. Large in comparison to the
rest of his form, his whirling jeweled eyes glow, giving his head the
appearance of being small but in no way are detrimental to his boundless
energy as he leaves behind the fallenshards of his egg and searches for his
lifemate.
Melata hops up onto Verenth's back, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching
closely.
Verdine emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
she flutters down to land on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
Verenth leaps off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he
swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.
On the sands, Molleny bobs her head again, sending dozens -- yeah, hundreds
-- of curls jostling against one another. "Maybe so," agrees the Guardling,
catching a whiff of excitement from Korintha. "D'you s'pose they can really
hear in there?" Then she's shot through the heart, flamed at both ends,
through the middle, 'round the sides, and up the back. "H'of course we are,
Vmireth," she proclaims confidently, her smile broadening even further as
those fathomless blue eyes become, for a moment, entirely fathomable, even
transparent. "Hey! Could you? Hear me in there, I mean?"
On the sands, Alaric has lost much of the circulation in his arm,
mercifully, and again glances down at Milque. "You want my sandals? My feet
are a lot bigger than yours, but...you look sort of uncomfortable..."
On the sands, Rilsa grins brightly at the small Tillekan, her voice
teasing. "Math's Famous Cousin Molleny, congratulations to you and Vmireth
both. Shall we get out of this heat?" She touches Molleny's shoulder to
gesture her from the sands.
On the sands, Tovar nudges Keryn again, smiling, "Look, Keryn, a Blue!"
On the sands, Shahryar bounces on the sands, "Oh look another blue!"
Aurian takes the skin and cracks the seal carefully, she takes a sip before
handing it back to T'saren, "How big was the clutch?"
Catalina ohhs at the newly-hatched blue, smiling softly. "What an
attractive little blueling.. Wait, Vmireth? Is that the green's name? Very
pretty."
Mauroth blinks at the handsome little blue that had appeared.
On the sands, Keryn's cheeks grow bright and she nods to Tovar, but her
grey eyes do move to study the blue hatchlings. " Y...yes..a.....a....a.
p...pretty blue..." She remarks. Wow...she actually said something!
T'saren shakes his head as Aurian offers the 'skin back, holding up the one
he and Maylia are sharing. "Forty-eight. Sharding big clutch for this time
of a Pass. Or so they say. I've never seen one that big, anyway."
On the sands, Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet spills from the remains of his
shell like water from a tilted bucket. Tumbling tail over teakettle, the
little fellow ends up on his back, staring at Chezroth. A startled bleat
issues from his mouth.
On the sands, Milque shakes her head and puts her foot onto the sandle,
"I'll be alirght, thanks Alaric."
N'ren looks around, and notices another redhead, "Hey kiddo. C'mere.
Y'missed it!"
On the sands, Dendra feels a slight pang as the green impresses to Molleny,
but her good manners hide it well. She turns to concentrate on the new blue
hatchling.
On the sands, Arana watches the Blue hatchling, "How handsome he is." She
then resumes hopping from foot to foot.
On the sands, Shahryar giggles at the little blue, "He's so cute!"
On the sands, Two boys, who have been giving a particularly young boy a
hard time all throughout the candidating, finally push the lad down in an
effort to get to a Bronze which is close to their group. The Bronze creels
and careens through the two, knocking them aside, in an effort to get at
the fallen lad, a Weaver's son from Nabol. The lad, who can't be a day over
.. uh, 11, looks up and smiles at the Bronze as the impression is made.
X'dren retreats from the edge of the ledge to glance at his weyrmate. "Yes,
cute, but way too young for you, Mauroth."
Eilonth wrinkles her nose..what is it with her and Blues..Yeth could be the
cause..as he deliberately bumps the green as if to say..See? another one.
Zadi Laughs and turns to her brother, Yeth's rider, Rolling her eyes at the
Dragon's antics. "You guys are gonna warp her."
On the sands, Tovar snickers suddenly at the Blue's noise.
On the sands, Chezroth peers down excitedly at the little blue with big
whirling eyes. He nudges the character to his feet as gently as he can,
pushing him toward the Candidates. Atta boy. Go get 'em.
On the sands, Alaric helps Milque balance until her shoe is on her foot
again, then tries to withstand a laugh as he watches the little blue
tumble. "Oh...that poor little guy. I guess I'd be that clumsy after months
cramped up in an egg..."
On the sands, Shahryar smiles as poetic justice is served on the two bullies.
On the sands, Moll holds out her hand for Vmireth's foreclaw, grandly
ushering her in the direction Rilsa beckons. "C'mon, Vmireth. Boy, wait'll
I tell you all about what we'll be doin'. Welcome to Pern! Let's go get you
some food, an' we'll have a chance to talk."
"Pretty blue," Kassi comments. "Seem t'be a lot of bronzes, though. And nay
enough greens. Nay that there are ever *enough* greens."
On the sands, Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet scrambles to his feet, trying
his best to look dignified. With a small snort and a shake of his little
blue snout, he approaches the white-robed Candidates dubiously. Looking
over his shoulder at Chezroth he gives another little croon.
Aurian grins as she wanders over to N'ren, "Missed what? Seems like there
are plenty of eggs still hatching..."
On the sands, Korintha sighs, leaning into Alaric a bit, "Isn't it all
exciting? Lookit Molleny there! With -- Vmireth? Vimreth!" Good thing that
arm has, too. It's a white knuckled death grip o fear to be sure. "Oh, and
now a blue!" Craftmaster of the Obvious, right here folks. "Isn't he darling?"
N'var chuckles. "Aw, look at him."
On the sands, Keryn watches the blue, her hands shifting over and over
themselves, her body shifting from side to side, from leg to leg, evidently
nervous though her eyes still shine with a bit of excitement.
Catalina smirks a little in the direction of the blue, good-humoredly.
"Cute. Very," she remarks wryly.
On the sands, "He's something else," Alaric agrees cheerfully, "and yeah,
it's exciting. I just wish you'd, you know, take it a bit easier on my arm.
Though I do have another of them, true enough."
N'ren grins up at Aurian, "You missed my son Impressing." He's not
bragging. Really. In fact, he's suppressing the urge in every way possible.
On the sands, Chezroth rumbles back at the blue, and nodnods his head.
Those people in white.
On the sands, Tovar looks over and smiles at keryn, then turns his
attention back to the moving dragonets.
Nimiriel grins, watching the blue make his way on the sands. "He's cute,
isn't he?"
On the sands, Shahryar looks around at the dwindleling numbe of candidates
before his attention is turned back to the dragonets, his eyes admire the
little blue dragonet.
N'var nods, watching the tentative blue get his bearings.
On the sands, Oh dear, that does it. At Tovar's smile, Keryn's cheeks
become redder than red and she lowers her gaze and stares back at her
shifting sandal-clad feet.
On the sands, Korintha blinks, "Huh? Oh, /sorry!" Really, she is. She just
can't help it! Contritely, she makes yet another attempt to let go and keep
it that way, but doing just so and clenching her hands behind her back.
X'dren gazes intently at the Candidates, as if trying to guess who'd be the
blue's new lifemate.
Aurian chuckles and hugs her mentor and fellow redhead, "Faranth I didn't
know, what color did he get and which son?"
On the sands, Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet turns back to the Candidates
with another snort. There's an interesting sort of person there, with long
brown hair... he starts towards her, then a joyous croon issues from his
throat as he sees the *one*.
On the sands, Alaric tells Korintha, though his gaze stays on that blue and
the few dragonets ranged past him, "Don't worry about it..."
Catalina nibbles on her lower lip thoughtfully, gaze trailing from the blue
to the blushing Keryn. "That unsure blue with that unsure candidate, I'll
bet..."
On the sands, From an egg explodes a very dull Brown - so dull that it
seems to get lost in the background of the cavern walls. Dull only refers
to the tint of this dragon, however, as it skips out of its shell deftly
for what will be a large dragon. Without too much fanfare he settles on a
boy from the BakerCraft.
On the sands, The Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet stares deeply into Tovar's
eyes.
On the sands, The Stones of Fort Hold Egg rocks gently, as if buoyed by the
waves of sand surrounding it.
T'mren grins, "Ah, there goes another."
Catalina snaps her fingers. "Never mind."
On the sands, A flash of blue near her forces Keryn to look up and she
can't help but smile at Tovar as he impresses, the blush fading from her
cheeks.
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn likes the names of the dragonets.
On the sands, The Stones of Fort Hold Egg wobbles more insistently, as if
annoyed by the lack of attention it is recieving.
On the sands, Shahryar claps his hands in joy for Tovar's good fourtune.
Telgar Weyr> Jerissa says, "Tell me?"
On the sands, Tovar stares, "Dahlth! Dahlth!"
On the sands, Korintha only numbly nods, her entire body tense as she
restrains herself from grabbing at the man. "Oh, Tovar! Ow," she glances
behind her to her hands. "That does hurt."
On the sands, Dendra cheers and claps for Tovar!
On the sands, A loud thumping can be heard coming from the wobbling Stones
of Fort Hold Egg, and soon after, branching cracks appear in the surface of
its hard shell. Difficult for anyone to -not- notice this egg now.
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "They are nice, aren't they?"
On the sands, As Tovar and the blue seem to come to an understanding,
Alaric cheers for his friend, then turns back toward the claws still
scrabbling for attention from the other Candidates. And, of course, that
lonely stone-colored egg still by itself.
On the sands, Arana smiles happily for Tovar. "How wonderful. I'm so happy
for you."
Telgar Weyr> Kassima likes some of 'em. Quinaeth's too close to Quinath,
though.
On the sands, Rilsa pushes her bangs out of her eyes, peering down at the
new pairing. Her voice is hesitant as her tongue rolls the name.
"Congratulations, T'risch and Dahlth." She motions to the passageway,
"Let's get you home."
On the sands, S'dar grins at Tovar and the blue that's claimed him for his
own.
Telgar Weyr> Dossa leers away from both of those names.
Telgar Weyr> Jerissa says, "Who impressed?"
On the sands, With a flurry of falling shards, the Stones of Fort Hold Egg
shatters into pieces and a bronze dragonet emerges from what is left of the
shell.
On the sands,
Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet
Scintillating reds and golds freckle the hide of the young bronze
dragonet that stands proudly before you. Across the young dragon's back,
darkened garnet red hide reflects the sun with a dazzling array of colorful
hues. His haunches are a deepened auburn color, as are his forelegs, while
upon the dragon's nose a lightened strip of ruby melds into the coppery
bronzes upon the neck behind his headknobs. Flecks of a pure Benden red
smatter across the bronze's tail, while sparkling muted oranges splash down
from under the dragonet's throat to cover his underbelly and the backs of
his forelegs. The dragon seems a very powerful creature, full of energy
that has been compacted into every near perfect muscle. A pair of whirling
eyes, eyes that are perhaps on the larger size of the dragons' eyes you may
have seen in the past, gaze from beneath darkened brazen eyeridges, as the
young dragon watches the world around him with more than just an idle
curiosity --his demeanor suggests that he wants to take in the whole of it
as soon as he's given the opportunity... though first, he'll have to find
himself a suitable lifemate with which to share it.
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "Wow!11"
On the sands, From an egg explodes a very dull Brown - so dull that it
seems to get lost in the background of the cavern walls. Dull only refers
to the tint of this dragon, however, as it skips out of its shell deftly
for what will be a large dragon. Without too much fanfare he settles on a
boy from the BakerCraft.
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "Another bronze!"
On the sands, Shahryar gasps as a Bronze dragonet explodes from his shell
followed immediatly by a lovely brown.
On the sands, Alaric whoops. "I knew you had something really special in
you!" he calls to the dismantled stone-colored egg. "That'll teach people
to leave you alone and ignore you, huh? Wow, what a handsome guy."
Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "W@ooooo they mentioned benden in that des"
An awed gasp, an equally awed stare. "Ohh," Catalina breathes. "What a
beautiful bronze.." Nisanth adds his own welcome, rumbled, appreciative.
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa woo Benden woo!
X'dren chuckles softly. "That brown'll be interesting to watch grow up!"
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa waves her little II flag. :)
Telgar Weyr> Kassima yays and waves her red and black pennant. :)
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn lol
On the sands, Milque gives Alaric's hand a squeeze, "That sure is a
handsome one."
On the sands, Chezroth trumpets his pride at the arrival of the bronze
dragonet! Elisanth is given happy whaps on the haunch with his tail as the
Weyrleader's dragon watches its path intently.
T'mren's eyes widen, "That's a lovely fellow."
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa says, "The mast of the flag is a tent peg, of course."
On the sands, A Green dragon bounds enthusiastically out of her shell, only
to stumble and fall less than ten feet from her egg. She warbles, shocked
more than anything, then creels as a particular girl off to the side seems
to catch her fancy. Enthusiasm regained, she picks herself up and bounds
over to the lanky 'Reaches girl and stares deeply into her eyes.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima laughs!!
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn grins. All of Prometh's bronze decendants seem to have
benden red in them somewhere;)
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa says, "Chezroth's from Prometh?"
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa forgets these things.
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "Yup!"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima yeps.
Zyrieth BUGLES! as more Hatchlings emerge!
Telgar Weyr> T'vor sniffs, "Benden"
Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "Yepper! Prometh is a grandpappy"
On the sands, Oh... she... tries... butshecan'tstandit! Korintha snatches
up Alaric's hand again, working her other fisting hand around his forearm.
"A bronze, a bronze!" One wonders if she's always this excitable.
Telgar Weyr> N'kshar shudders. "Tent pegs..."
Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "Twice over or more"
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "Twice over now:) Aurian, GOMH!"
On the sands, Dendra calls out, "Check him out, Elisanth! He's /fine/
looking!"
Mauroth bugles proudly at the latest green...
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn has a whole stack of 'em in his weyr, N'k. ;)
On the sands, Nodding eagerly, Alaric explains, "I kept watching that poor
egg off by itself, sorta alone and all, forgotten. I never saw Candidates
near i...yeow, Korintha! Oh, hey...isn't that your friend with that green
over there?"
Telgar Weyr> N'kshar eeps, and hides.
On the sands, Keryn rubs her right arm with her left hand, her teeth
chewing at her lower lip once more. SHe glances between her sandals and the
hatchlings, still shifting from foot to foot, but remaining silent all the
while.
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn cackles.
On the sands, Shahryar stands still in anticipation, "You did yourself
proud this time Chezroth, they're all so lovely!"
Sherazade swallows hard, blinking back tears of happiness for all her
friends who are impressing. She Turns and looks At Eilonth, not bothering
to wipe her cheeks. The Green regards her lifemate with a steady blue
eye...Whatever passes between the two is for them alone as they remember
their own impression not so long ago
On the sands, Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet blinks his large eyes slowly,
as if to get them adjusted to the brightness of the golden sands after such
a long slumber within that dark shell. As he does so, he stretches out one
glistening wing, then the other, taking his own sweet time. Why not? His
manner conveys. All the time in the world. His eyes, however, tell a
different story, as they reveal the curiosity behind them.
On the sands, Two Greens seem to emerge at almost the same time from
adjoining eggs. Creeling together, they fall out of their shells and
immediately travel over to a group of girls. One breaks off to the left and
impresses a red-haired girl from the Harpers, while the other selects a
short, brown-haired girl from Healer Hall.
On the sands, Good ploy: distraction. "Huh?" Korintha looks, beaming at the
new pair. "It is! Shard'n wonderful!"
On the sands, Alaric glances away from the bronze to watch the pair of
greens, twin-like, finding their lifemates, then he snickers at the male
dragonet. "He's sorta prim, taking his time, isn't he?"
Jesica sighs and nods as she looks over at the bronze, "He's amazing T'mren."
On the sands, Shahryar mutely watches the bronze, the embodiment of hopes
for all pernese youth.
Dossa notices the desolation of broken eggshells everywhere, murmuring,
"It's almost over..."
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn grins at J'lyn. :)
On the sands, Two Greens seem to emerge at almost the same time from
adjoining eggs. Creeling together, they fall out of their shells and
immediately travel over to a group of girls. One breaks off to the left and
impresses a red-haired girl from the Harpers, while the other selects a
short, brown-haired girl from Healer Hall.
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn uses them for lawn darts. ;)
Aurian grins at N'ren, "Are you going to tell me or are you going to keep
it secret?"
On the sands, Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet steps carefully from the egg
shells, gracefully...and then trips on his own foot and falls forward in a
mingle of wing and tail and nose.
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "I was thinking kindling, but :) that works too"
X'dren glances at Jesica, grinning. "He'll be smug when he's older...
Remind me to keep Mauroth clear!"
Jesica chuckles softly, "Most Bronzes have a case of superiority."
On the sands, "Choosey," Kora says, just letting enough blood creep its way
up and down Alaric's arm so that he doesn't loose the darn thing. "Oh, he
fell!" Well, duh.
On the sands, Chezroth urges the young bronze on, yes, you're doing great,
go on and... oh.
Catalina slaps one hand over her eyes and sighs, shaking her head. "Oh, and
he looked so regal too. I hope he didn't inhale any sand..."
On the sands, Shahryar ohs! And almost takes a step forward, stoping
himself short remembering his lessons.
D'va says "Case or affliction, Jesica?"
"Well deserved cases," Kiat points out, grinning over at Jesica.
X'dren smiles wryly, and mock-rolls his eyes. "Tell me about it," he
chuckles to Jesica.
On the sands, Keryn winces as the garnet bronze trips.
Jesica laughs at D'va and she shrugs, "Take your pick?"
On the sands, Alaric glances back at Shahryar and grins, nodding his
understanding of that emotion, then tells Korintha, "Yeah, I guess he is,"
before giving her hand a squeeze...and Milque's as well, though the hand
holding Milque's fingers has more feeling left in it.
N'ren returns Aurian's hug, and chuckles. "My son, T'en, impressed a
Bronze." Nope. He's got that under control, for sure.
D'va shakes his head. "Nah, already have." He grins down at the sands and
says, "Pick Alaric! Give my son a hard time!"
On the sands, Arana shakes her head as she watches the Bronze, "That must
have hurt."
Kassima remarks, draining the last of her wineskin, "Pretty young thing,
that bronze. He may give Solarith a run for his money when he's older, Tas!"
On the sands, A swift Blue sheds his shell within seconds and is out onto
the sands seeking out his lifemate. After a moment, the Blue is around a
circle of candidates, looking at each one carefully, creeling. He noses his
way between two stunned boys to a small girl standing behind the circle of
candidates and gazes deeply into her eyes.
On the sands, Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet regains his dignity quickly,
however. With the air of someone who *meant* to do that, he gets to his
feet and seems to decides that perhaps he ought to get moving after all. A
knot of boys attracts his attention and off he goes, towards them, dragging
his tail behind him in the sand.
On the sands, Shahryar flashes a knowing smile towards Alaric.
N'var nods to D'va. "I'll wager it does. Seems suited to him. This is going
to be a very..interesting class."
On the sands, Laurelin covers her smile with one hand, eyes dancing at the
poor little bronze.
D'va grins at N'var. "Alaric and my son happened to favor the same woman
and nearly came to blows over her."
Aurian pushes a hand through her hair still grinning, "Well I'll have to
raise a glass to him tonight, I'm glad to know that he has you for a
father. I'm sure he'll keep his ego in check a tad.." She winks playfully.
Catalina peeks out between two splayed fingers, lowering her hand after a
moment. "Oh, good. Looks like he didn't get any sand up his snout. Oy, but
he's cute..slow. But cute."
Phoebe climbs up Serriath's forelimb, and finds a secure spot on her back.
N'var doubletakes at D'va's comment. "Oh my."
T'saren studies the bronze hatchling for a moment, then nods. "Aye, looks
like you may be right, Kassi. Nice little thing he is. Of course, you'll
never convince Sol of that. He *still* thinks he'll win every flight he
gets into."
On the sands, Alaric turns to watch the bronze make his way across the
sands, chuckling at his attitude of dignity in an undignified posture, then
pauses to smile at the blue and the girl he's chosen. "I never realized
what people have to feel like when they Impress," he tells Milque and
Korintha, still steadfastly beside him, "but it's fun seeing how happy they
are."
N'ren snorts. "Knows better. If he mouths off to his Weyrlingmaster, she'll
cut him down. There is no one else I would trust as much as her with one of
my children's training."
Telgar Weyr> Alyssa says, "How's it going over there?"
On the sands, A Green hatchling emerges almost delicately from her egg. She
takes the time to actually pick off some of the shards from her wings and
body before proceeding forward. Only after a testy *warble* in the
direction of Elisanth does she continue on towards the candidates,
eventually impressing to a certain Nabol girl who had earned the reputation
around the Weyr during candidacy of being very, very meticulous.
On the sands, Milque smiles and gives Alaric's hand a squeeze, "It sure
does.. this is so exciting."
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "We're having a party. Lotsa drinking and nudity."
"Lysseth thinks that, too," Kassi quips. "Can't imagine why. Still,
Solarith's a lusty beast; he surely wins his share?"
Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "But the Reachians are pasty folk ;>"
On the sands, Alaric gives Milque a winsome smile and wink before tracking
dragonet progress again. Still a good scattering of dragonets, still a
number of Very Sharp Claws among them.
X'dren chuckles as he watches the picky green find a lifemate.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "One dragonet left, bronze, to Impress. :)"
On the sands, Shahryar follows the bronze with one eye while watching out
for claws with the other.
On the sands, Dendra moves to more fully face the bronze. This should make
it easier to run if necessary.
Telgar Weyr> T'saren grins. It's Woodstock all over again, but with dragons
that are real instead of hallucinations. ;)
Telgar Weyr> Kassima blinks, and waves the weed smoke away from her eyes.
"That purple one's real, eh? *Sweet.*"
On the sands, Arana wipes her face with her hand. Her eyes follow the trail
of the Bronze.
On the sands, Korintha grins, "Well, you only get the one chance. I guess
make the most of it, eh?" She nods at his words, whole body involved--which
then will include Alaric's leftside. "Did you see the way Moll's eyes just
... /changed/? It was amazing. And humbeling. Simply wonderful."
D'va nods to N'var. "I -think- they've worked out things, but still, it
made for an.. interesting few days, to say the least."
Telgar Weyr> T'saren says, "Or as real as MUSH code constructs can be,
anyway."
On the sands, Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet comes closer and closer to the
group of boys, slowing down as he does so....it seems that there's no one
there that attracts him so much as -- there! Wait, that's a girl! He looks
the browned-haired girl up and down, down and up...clearly at a lost, and
blinking his whirling eyes again and again.
On the sands, A brown trumpets unhappily from where he has hatched and
stumbles towards the end of the candidate arc, bawling the whole way
through. Stopping, quite suddenly before shy Merria of Tillek, a creel of
triumph echoes from him as the girl cries his name and wraps her arms about
his neck before the two are led off for food and oil.
Telgar Weyr> <Alyssa> Adonith puffs up. << Of course I'm real. >>
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn says, "I still have my Ribbon. Methinks I should make
this an inter-weyr contest. :)heh"
Telgar Weyr> Nimiriel has hers too! :)
Telgar Weyr> Kassima hides from all ribbons.
Telgar Weyr> N'kshar waves his three around a bit.
Telgar Weyr> K'tyn snickers.
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn meeps and smooths his kilt down.
Telgar Weyr> Nimiriel uses hers to tie her hair back now. ;)
On the sands, The High Reaches Spring Meadow Egg twitches slightly.
On the sands, Alaric asks his companions, "Uh...they don't ever Impress
girls, do those bronzes?" before Merria's outcry janks his eyes toward the
girl's shriek. "Hey, Merria! Great!!"
Arpeggio emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before
he glides to a landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands.
On the sands, Shahryar totally misses Merria impression so focuses is he on
the attentions of the proud little bronze dragonet.
X'dren gazes at the fancy bronze for a long moment, frowning as if
confused. "I wonder what he's up to..."
On the sands, Keryn's eyes turn as another egg prepares to hatch and she
continues to shift, her eyes darting between the bronze, curious to know
who he chooses, and curious to know what colour shall emerge from within
the egg.
On the sands, Dendra says, "No, bronzes don't Impress girls. Ever."
On the sands, Korintha blinks a bit, watching. "Never before that /I've/
ever heard of."
On the sands, Milque shakes her head, "I don't think so...
Aurian nods her head to N'ren, "I'm sure he'll do well. He's has an
excellent example of a rider for a father."
On the sands, Chezroth watches the youngest bronze stand confused, and
sighs amusedly.
Sherazade grins. "Don't try to convince Carianna of that."
N'ren chuckles. "I barely know him. But he has an excellent example of a
rider for his mother."
On the sands, "Good." This seems to placate Alaric as he resettles his feet
in a new set of grooves, darting a glance again at Shahryar.
Jesica blinks and shrugs a little, "Maybe his lifemate is beside the girl?"
On the sands, Shahryar glances at Alaric and crosses his fingers.
Aurian grins, "Well I know you so I'll make my asumptions based in that
direction.." She blows a curl out of her eyes.
On the sands, Arana looks between the egg and the hatchling. Not wanting to
miss either the impression or the dragon that will emerge from the egg.
Back and forth back and forth she glaces.
On the sands, Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet is clearly at a loss and he
turns to croon plaintively at his dam and sire, but then swings his head
around once again to look at the girl. Ah...it's not her after all. There
is someone attached to her. Someone who he has been looking his whole short
life for.
On the sands, Dendra wipes her sweaty face with one sleeve and flaps her
robe to try and get some air on her back. Thank goodness she didn't wear a
belt!
On the sands, The Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet stares deeply into Alaric's
eyes.
T'mren ahhs, "That bronze chose."
On the sands, Arana smiles happily for Alaric, "Congrats."
On the sands, Looking stunned as her sister, Merria, leaves the sands Airia
barely notices her own lifemate looking at her quietly. That is until the
green nudges the Tillekian's hand, causing the candidate to fall back into
the hot sands with a yelp of suprise and then a happy twitter of the
dragonet's name. Helped to their feet by an Assistant Weyrlingmaster the
new pair move off the sands.
On the sands, Korintha jerks on Alaric's arm -- then lets go. For good,
this time. Her excitement softening into a warm, and yes, tearful look.
"Oh, Alaric..." she whispers, understanding at last.
On the sands, S'dar cheers for Alaric, the newest bronzerider on Pern!
Meanwhile, Chezroth rumbles encouragingly to the dragonet itself, looking
quite pleased that he managed to find his lifemate while still retaining
*some* of his dignity.
Prometh trumpets as the bronze dragonet makes his choice.
"Congratulations!" his rider shouts after draining the last of the skin
down his throat.
X'dren whoops cheerfully! "Congratulations, Alaric!"
D'va laughs! "I didn't mean it." He turns to N'var. "Think he heard me?"
On the sands, Dendra smiles and congratulates Alaric on Impressing a bronze!
Jesica chuckles softly as she see's the bronze choose.
On the sands, Keryn looks around and swallows. A soft sigh escapes as she
lowers her gaze to stare at her feet once more, this time refusing to look up.
N'var laughs, "Yes. I think he did. And I'm telling your son." He winks.
Sherazade claps and Hoot and Hollers. "Josi will be happy about this!" she
laughs
On the sands, Shahryar looks partially disapointed, "Congradulations
Al'ric, you'll make a fine bronzerider."
Dossa turns, and spotting a Telgar rider returning home, bounds after him.
Kandri giggles at Zadi and thwaps her arm. "Hush you." she says kindly.
T'saren uses the straps and Solarith's offered foreleg to mount the bronze.
T'saren thumps Solarith's neck affectionately in thanks as soon as he is
settled.
Sherazade kisses Kandri soundly...hushing
X'dren waves after Dossa...
D'va says "Oh no you're not!"
Aurian tosses a wave towards T'saren.
On the sands, Milque steps away happily, leaving her sandle behind,
"Congratulations Alaric... " She keeps moving to get out of the way of the
dragon.
On the sands, Korintha's tears stream into the lines of joy, worn and tired
hands clasping under against her breast as she watches--intently--Al'ric's
face. She missed most of Moll's, she'd like to watch this one.
On the sands, Laurelin's eyes are bright, and she smiles, but her attention
goes towards those left on the sands. This day is also a bittersweet one.
"I know," she says, softly, in response to no one that you can hear.
On the sands, Al'ric's eyes widen until they seem likely to pop out of his
head, his mouth slackening as realization dawns that something is
happening. Something, in fact, that he could not begin to describe. He
drops Korintha's hand, then Milque's, numbly so, and sinks onto both knees
as a rapt expression obscures any confusion earlier noted there. His hands
capture the wedged bronze head, eyes glassy, and breathes, "Tiganath...I
hear you," and draws the creature close in the most tender of embraces.
X'dren glances at D'va curiously.
On the sands, Rilsa takes several careful steps, avoiding some stray shards
that happen to have shot out in her general direction. At the latest
impression, she smiles warmly. "Congratulations, Al'ric and Tiganath.
Welcomes to weyrlinghood. Let's leave the sands, eh?"
On the sands, S'dar squeezes Laurelin's hand happily.
N'ren chuckles. "Nother much I can do with that."
On the sands, The remaining Eggs Hatch and all the dragonettes emerge and
find their lifemates. The new weyrlings are hurried off to their
Weyrlingmasters -- to grown and to learn their duties. forty-eight new
Lifemates, five Bronze, nine Brown, sixteen Blue and eighteen Green dragons
and their riders head toward their duties and their destinies in the
service of Pern and her people.
N'var laughs again, ducking D'va's wrath. "Who's going to stop me?"
K'tyn gets to his feet, wobbling slightly as he stretches.
Solarith springs powerfully off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the
cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.
Kassima waves after T'saren also, while squinting to see who the bronze has
chosen. "Tiganath, did he say? That's a pretty note t'be ending a Hatching
on. Kiat, are you sound t'be returning to the Weyr?" She sounds amused as
she asks. "Surely that little dab of wine hasn't gotten t'you."
R'ian climbs onto Wyndroth's proffered foreleg, then to his back, settling
himself comfortably in between his neckridges.
X'dren looks about, sighing. "Anyone need a ride down?" he calls.
On the sands, Korintha looks rather tired and strung out, swaying a bit on
her own. "Is it over?" Does she sound releaved?
On the sands, Laurelin nudges S'dar.
On the sands, Dendra sees the last of the new Weyrlings leave, and looks
down at her feet. For all her protestations of not being sure, of 'knowing'
that she wouldn't Impress, the reality is hitting her a lot harder that she
ever thought it would.
"Nay, tis not the wine but age getting to me, Kassi. My knees aren't what
they used to be," the ex-weyrleader comments ruefully.
T'mren shakes his head at X'dren and grins, "I got my own. So, is there a
feast going on afterwards X'dren?"
The remaining eggs hatch, just like they're supposed to, and Shannen gets
up for the first time since she arrived. A glance goes to Wyndroth and
R'ian even as she clambers up to Faemirth's foreleg, a riding strap in one
hand as she helps herself upward. Hot on Wyndroth's tail, green Faemirth
wings out of the tunnel.
Zyrieth BUGLES again to all the new Hatchlings and their riders!
Shannen takes a deft hold of Faemirth's riding strap, hopping up to an
offered foreleg and receiving an affectionate whuffle before swinging up
and settling between two neckridges.
Faemirth leaps off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, she
swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.
Zyrieth rises up off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he
swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.
Verdine flips her wings,, gives a welcoming chirrup and leaves for home.
Verdine leaps into the air, spreading her dark green flickering wings,
flapping them once before she disappears into the icy nothing that is
*between*.
On the sands, As each impression is made, the candidates drift from the
sands with their new lifemates, leaving those who are not chosen standing
on the sands. Finally, those who have not impressed leave. Only Keryn
remains after a bit, staring down at her feet, alone in the sands.
Nimiriel sighs, noting those still remaining upon the sands. "I always hate
that part," she remarks, shaking her head.
On the sands, Milque gives a little sigh and hops over to get her sandle
again.
Kassima chuckles lightly, standing to stretch her own arms towards the sky.
"Age, schmage. You aren't but a Turn older than me, Kiat, so don't you dare
ever call yourself old."
F'ren stands and moves to Zyanth, reaching out to give the dragon an
affectionate pat. "Just think, Zyanth. If my folks hadn't have moved when
they did, we might have been riders here."
X'dren nods to T'mren, grinning. "Of course! With luck, dancing, too!"
Public announcement: Laurelin announces "High Reaches Weyr would like to
thank everyone who participated in this hatching, all of our weyr members
(who we could never do this without!) and especially every single
candidate! We would like to invite everyone who is so inclined, to join us
for celebrations (and condolences) in the Living Cavern (#1000). And
drinks! :)"
On the sands, S'dar looks around at the shells scattered on the Sands, and
looks somewhat happy and somewhat sad... happy for the new Riders that were
found today, but sad that the excitement of the evening has come to a close.