The Hatching of Gold Mirrath and Bronze Indrath's Clutch
PernMUSH, October 13, 2002
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Dragon> All dragons sense that Indrath's thoughts stretch out with a
baritone hum, excitement and anticipation as crimson-silver glints over rich
sapphrine urgency. << The little ones stir in their shells! >>
You fly towards the opening into the Hatching Grounds.
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.
Dragon> All dragons sense that Mirrath's voice joins Indrath's, excitement
turning the emerald and sapphire colors to her mindvoice that much brighter.
<< They move! They hatch soon! >>
Telgar Weyr> Cheni says, "Ok, I am hit by nerves NOW good luck anyone still
on knot and I'll go quietly into mav land."
Public announcement: Tarien announces "It's time! The dragons at Telgar have
started humming, and the Candidates are rapidly changing into their robes,
and the eggs have started to rock! All are invited to attend the hatching of
Mirrath and Indrath's eggs; +go tgw-galleries, +watch on tgw-sands, or, for
those adragonback, 'hc' from central bowl airspace. The hatching will start
soon!"
Hicerth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Abrieth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Seated on Abrieth, Selandra grins as she notes. "Welcome to Telgar." to her
sister, and then waves madly as she spies some of the teglarites she
recognises. "Did we miss anything yet?"+watch off-fort-lc
Hicerth rumbles a friendly sort of greetings to those about as he settles
onto the ledge, peering curiously down towards the sands, with a happy sort
of humming as he crouches to let his rider off.
Livia swings her legs over Hicerth's shoulders, sliding down onto a helpful
foreleg before making the rest of the descent to the ground.
Rhyionth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Kassima has settled herself, as per usual, on one of Lysseth's forelegs; the
hint of glow that brightens that foreleg is less usual, and likewise the
discordant note in Lysseth's welcoming hum. Still: "Duties to... Fort,
right, and Igen, and their respective queens," the rider calls over, lifting
her wine-skin to those incoming. "Candidates aren't even out yet. There's
still plenty of time t'lay wagers on first color t'Hatch or other matters,
if'n you're so minded."
R'ys vaults down Rhyionth's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling eyes
watching closely.
Telgar Weyr> Riane waves. Are the dragons humming yet?
Telgar Weyr> Nimiriel says, "Yep!"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima nodnods! C'mon over, Riane! There's still time to place
bets! ;)
Telgar Weyr> Kassima also has to grin at +grwho.
[Editor's Note: I decided to spare y'all the +grwho reading; suffice
to say, we were ahead of everyone by a minimum of twenty. ;) ]
Aisheth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Telgar Weyr> Marten says, "Go us."
Jinieth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
P'ter swings his leg over and slides down Aisheth's flank, landing with ease
on the foreleg that Aisheth has places ready. "Thank you Aisheth", says his
rider politely as he jumps down from that vantage point to the ground,
resting one hand on the bronze behind him when he lands.
Telgar Weyr> Ryklin didn't know that many people existed on a knot ;) j/k :)
wow!
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn woots! Broken knot!
Yrinth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Gyreventh flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Livia grins broadly, nodding her head, calling cheerfully, to whom it may
concern, "Igen's duties!" For a moment, she glances towards where her mark
pouch should be, and actually seems disappointed that its gone. Instead, she
settles into a lean against Hicerth's knee, peering curiously towards the
sands, "No candidates yet, eh? Splendid, splendid!"
Telgar Weyr> Saeliena says, "Wow. We rock."
R'ys steps down from Rhyionth and smiles. "High Reaches Duties to Telgar and
her Queens."
Sh'yar clambers down Gyreventh's side to the ground, using his straps as
handholds.
Herath warbles a greeting. Kindre, still seated atop her lifemate, waves
cheerfully and offers, "Telgar's duties to you all!"
Rhyionth croons in excitement.
From the hatching sands, K'ran emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Tarien emerges from the candidate barracks.
Lamorna jumps down Gyreventh's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a
greeting.
Seated on Abrieth, Angharad looks a little nervous, and has the look of
someone who's just had her first flight between... out loud she comments
that she'll just stay up here on Abrieth for now, but nods politely ot the
greetings.
Gyreventh joins in the hummmmmmm of the other dragons perched around the
hatching grounds.
Riane climbs down from Yrinth's back.
Lamorna manages to scramble down from the huge brown dragon and calles up
"Thank you Gyreventh!
P'ter moves over to Jinieth, looking up, lifting his hand, "A helping hand
ma'am?" he inquires of Leah with a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye.
Riane quickly hops down from Yrinth's side, looking down on the sands as
Yrinth chimes in with a steady hum. "Erg. Hi!" she greets all those present
hurriedly.
From Jinieth's neck ridges, Leah laughs and slips off her dragon's neck into
the waiting arms of the Weyrleader.
Leah unstraps herself from Jinieth's neckridges, sliding down her forelimb
to the ground.
"Duties t'the 'Reaches and her queens," Kassi appends to her earlier
greeting upon spying the representatives of a third Weyr. "I don't doubt
they'll be out fairly soon--there're the clutchparents, looks like. I'm
thinking for some reason that a blue will be Hatching first, though Her
Irritability says green." Lysseth snorts, rustling her wingsails. Sharding
right she does. "--Riane! You'll wager, won't you? Kin, what of you?"
R'ys stands in front Rhyionth and looks out over the sands. His eyes glitter
in the glow light. "The eggs are beautiful, " he says then turns when he
hears Lamorna's voice. He waves towards the young woman and says, "Hail! I
see you've made it."
Seated on Abrieth, Selandra laughs, slipping down the side of her green as
she nods at her sisters choice. "No, this one's gonna be a brown Kassi.
what's the bet toda standing at?"
Selandra climbs down from Abrieth's neck.
Leah grins at him, "Why, thank you, kind sir. I do forget sometimes that you
are quite the gentleman." She straightens her clothing and looks about at
the others with a warm smile, "Fort's duties to Telgar and her queens."
Sh'yar smiles, "Hey Kassie, long time no see. I'll take you up on that bet,
half a mark?"
Lamorna waves at R'ys after spending a few minutes looking around, her eyes
wide in amazment "Hi R'ys, glad you could make it." Then she gives a
suprised yelp as the two greens on her shoulders join in the soft steady
humming.
Sielth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Kindre laughs and then shakes her head at Kassima. "Dearest friend, you know
very well what my luck at wagers are. Much as I'd like to, I don't have the
marks to be losing today," she says and grins.
Riane pats the pouch on her belt, as if checking to make sure it's there.
"Aye, I've got my marks! Good I'm not too late. I think.." she pauses.
"Brown first, and Yrinth agrees. Brown it is! How much?"
P'ter turns and repeats that abroad, "Aye, duties to Telgar and her queens."
Aisling slides down from Sielth's neck.
From the hatching sands, Cheni emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Pwert emerges from the candidate barracks.
Kassima suggests to Selandra, "Name how much you're willing t'put on brown?
I'll take aught from a thirty-second or above, though I'd *hope* you've more
than a thirty-second t'spare." Shifting on her perch to peer towards Sh'yar,
Kassi calls back, "Works for me! I'll make note of it. What color d'you
favor? Whatever you're comfortable wagering, Riane... ach, Kin. Tsk!" She
shakes her head with due disappointment. "Pity, pity... but will you make a
guess without marks, then? Say, look, here they come."
From the hatching sands, Cheni stumbles slightly, then looks around the
sands, wide-eyed, her hand reaching for Pwert's. She stops however, to give
a respectful bow to Mirrath and then to Indrath, then moves where she has
been requested to stand.
R'ys grins at Lamorna and her two greens. "Well pick a spot that you'll be
able to see well. This Telgari here," he gestures towards Kassima, "She says
that the first hatch will be blue." He winks at Lamorna, "And she takes bets
too."
Livia does her best to keep her attention from the talk of wagering, like an
addict trying to stay clean. Fortunately, the emergence of candidates gets
her attention, and she starts cheering like an idiot, as she thumps Hicerth
on the leg, "There he is! Right out the gate!"
Aisling slips off the green's back, peering towards the sands. "And so it
begins agains." She comments to noone in particular as she makes her way to
a nice spot.
From the hatching sands, Alonna emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Elauren emerges from the candidate barracks.
Herath regards the sands below while Kindre, too, turns her head. "Oh,
you're right Kassi. Faranth, though, this is exciting."
Selandra chuckles. "With you, it's never a good thing to bet too highly, but
I've an 1/8th I'll place.
From the hatching sands, Pwert squeezes Cheni's hand even tighter as he
exits out onto the sands, and then, stepping forward a moment, he bows
formally to sir and dam. Slowly as he lifts his head, his eyes drift to the
eggs before him, "Wow! They're really rocking, aren't they Cheni? Do you
think they're dancing to the humming?" he asks her quietly.
Lamorna turns and waves at Kassima "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Lamorna,
apprentice baker at High Reaches. I came with Sh'yar."
Leah finds a place to sit near her dragon and grins, "It's been a long time
since I've been able to come to another Weyr's Hatching. Luck was with us on
our timing, hm, P'ter?" She tugs him down to sit near her.
From the hatching sands, Alonna enters wide eyed, and looks around as if
trying to take everything in at once. Stopping she bows to the Sire and Dam
before moving on to take a spot on the sands next to Pwert and Cheni.
From the hatching sands, Shawnah emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Corwin emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, K'ran's moved to the rear of the sands, well out of
the way of both dragons -- and opposite the candidates, where he's unlikely
to be mistaken by a hatchling for one of them. While shifting his weight
restlessly from foot to foot, he wonders of Tarien, with an uneasy smile,
"Ready?"
P'ter looks like he is about to make a diversive comment on that but instead
agrees, saying honestly, "True. It is good to be here."
From the hatching sands, Elauren steps out onto the sand with Alonna,
grimacing as the heat sinks into her arches. She pauses in passing of
Indarath and Mirrath, giving the sire and dam a respectful bow. That
dutifully taken care of, she trundles across the sands to join the growing
semi-circle about the eggs.
Kassima repeats, "An eighth." Scribble, scribble goes her stylus, adding the
bet to her notes. "I'll see that willingly enough... oh, well met and duties
to the Bakers and that sort of thing," she tells Lamorna, with a fleeting
grin. "I'm Kassima, or Kassi, whichever; this green I'm sitting on is
Lysseth." Said green rumbles at the introduction, sounding mildly peevish,
and gives another rustle of slightly over-bright wings.
From the hatching sands, Tarien stands over near Mirrath, beaming, watching
as some of the eggs start to wobble. "As I'll ever be," she replies to
K'ran, with a shaky smile of her own.
From the hatching sands, Bianca emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Rivaar emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Shawnah walks onto the sands, just behind corwin.
After giving a quick curtsey to Indrath and Mirrath and taking a deep
breath, she moves to find a place among the candidates.
From the hatching sands, Corwin slowly strides out beside Shawnah. When he
reaches the appropriate point, he stops, giving a bow to both Indranth and
Mirrath in turn. That done, he moves to take his place in the semi-circle of
candidates.
Madieth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Ilaeth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Tansith flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Konnevath flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Mirrari slips from Ilaeth's inky neckridges fresh from battling evil in it's
many forms.
Jascela climbs down from Tansith's neck.
Brees slides down from Madieth's back to the ground below.
Divya climbs down Konnevath's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling
eyes watching closely.
Araneidth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Divya slides off Konnevath's back, nearly twisting an ankle in the process.
She gasps out, "Did it start yet? Am I that late?"
Sh'yar waves, "Heya Div!"
A'rus agily slips down Araneidth's web-streaked side and makes a fluid landing.
From the hatching sands, K'ran tips a look toward Indrath -- who's busy
glowering as balefully as he can manage as the candidates filter in -- and
then decides better than to try and calm the bronze with more than a
quiet-voiced, "Easy," as he sidles closer to the queenrider and offers *her*
a furtive hand to hold. "I'll be here, hey?"
Riane peers over to see the Candidates, "Ooh! There's Cheni!" -Her-
searchee. Now intent on the sands she shoves a hand in her pouch without
looking and withdraws something. She glances down at her hand. "Ahh.. mark."
She hands it over, "What can it hurt, anyways."
From the hatching sands, Bianca lingers for just a heartbeat just beyond the
barrack tunnel to look around, long enough to take a breath. She curtsies
then, rather crisply, to Mirrath and Indrath, and skitters off to take up
position at one end of the forming line.
R'ys looks over towards the Fortians. He looks at Aisheth and smiles. He
gives the big bronze a nod before leaning back against Rhyionth who is
distracted by the goings on down on the sands. R'ys salutes Divya and says,
"Ma'am," to the AWLM. Old habits die hard.
From the hatching sands, Ryklin emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Marten emerges from the candidate barracks.
Lamorna nods "I'd bet, but well, I don't have the marks I'm afraid." She
grins at Kassi. "Are you normaly right on what hatches first?" On her
shoulders her two greens pause in their humming to chirr a greeting at
Lysseth "Oh, yes. nice to meet you Lysseth"
A'rus hurries to take a seat next to Mirrari, grinning. "Brings back
memories, don't it?" he asks, giving a general salute before settling down.
From the hatching sands, Rivaar arrives just behind Bianca, touching her on
the elbow when she pauses. He, too, pays a bow to clutch dam and clutch
sire, and moves to where the others are gathered on the sands.
Brees gives a general wave around then turns to grin over at the weyrlings
that came with her. "Just give a general salute once. Otherwise, you'll
probably end up spending the entire hatching saluting." Then she turns so
she can see the sands.
Mirrari dismounts and looks around saluting where needed, "My my, it's so
good to be back in Telgar, although I've never seen a Telgar Hatching from
up here." She grins at A'rus and nods, "Aye aye, lots of memories."
Kassima adds then to Kindre, "*'Tis* exciting, and that's never changing...
I've hopes that Elauren will Impress. Lysseth found her, y'know. And that's
on brown, Riane?" she asks as she does indeed pocket the mark, almost by
reflex. "--Divya, g'deve, you've missed nay a thing. They've just come onto
the Sands. Plenty of time left for wagering if'n you're so-minded! Ah, well,
Lamorna, *normally* might be stretching it. I'm right oft enough that I keep
betting, but I've been wrong plenty of times."
Konnevath settles himself down to watch both the eggs on the Sands and the
pretty greens on the ledges.
From the hatching sands, Ryklin moves onto the sands almost casually,
pausing only to execute an eleegant bow to the dam and sire waiting on the
sands, before he moves to join the others gathering about the cluster of
shells on the sands.
Juliath flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
From the hatching sands, Cheni laughs a tad too heartily. "Dancing?" She
repeats shakily. "Dancing, maybe they will be in a good mood, if they are
dancing." She wipes her free hand on her robe and whispers quietly to Pwert.
"You are cutting off my circulation in my hand by the way." Her eyes never
leave the eggs, going from mound to mound, then to the Dam and Sire. She
bounces on her toes as if ready to run when need be.
Araneidth settles down next to Ilaeth, shooting a warning look at Konnevath.
He'd better not look at *this* green.
Meli slips smoothly down from Juliath's neck to her foreleg and to the
ground, giving her a gentle caress.
From the hatching sands, Marten steps onto the sands with his head held
high. He bows politely to the dam and sire before looking around and heading
to stand with the others.
Jascela slides down from Tansith's neck and moves to join Brees. She nods
and gives a crisp salute to the collected riders around her.
Divya reflexively returns R'ys' salute before laughing and saying, "You
don't have to do that any more. You're a Rider now, remember?" To Kassima
she says, "Let me look at the Candidates before I decide on a bet. I"m not
sure if I know any of them."
From the hatching sands, P'tod emerges from the candidate barracks.
A'rus peeks down at the sands. "Hey, it's P'tod!" he says, a bit surprised.
From the hatching sands, Saeliena emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Mirrath eyes the Candidates as they arrive, and
lets out a quiet grumph -- there are far too many here for her taste. Still,
most of her attention's captured by the wobbling eggs, and she leans briefly
against Indrath, watching them. Tarien links her fingers with K'ran's, her
smile strengthening a bit. "I know, it's just... ah. Ask me later," she
murmurs, still smiling at those Candidates.
From the hatching sands, Makran emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Ursa emerges from the candidate barracks.
R'ys grins at Divya and pats the humming Rhyionth's foreleg.
From the hatching sands, I'sai emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Alonna gives a worried look to Cheni and asks "Are
you ok? How are you doing?"
From the hatching sands, L'han emerges from the candidate barracks.
Kindre bobs her head to Kassima. "I liked her, Elauren that is, but didn't
get to chat with her all that much. Oh, and that's right! I almost forgot
that she's one of Lysseth's," she admits and then smiles. Glancing around,
she offers, "Telgar's duties to anyone I've missed," before focusing on the
last group of people to file out onto the sands.
Divya replies to Kindre, "And High Reaches' duties to everyone as well!"
Lamorna leaves Kassi to her betting and wanders over to Sh'yar and R'ys,
finding a seat next to them as she watches the Candiates fillter on to the
burning sands. Still she has trouble sitting still as she tries to take it
all in, bouncing excitedly.
From the hatching sands, Nimiriel emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, N'var emerges from the candidate barracks.
From the hatching sands, Colorful Rings Egg has arrived.
Kassima allows, "Can't say I know offhand of any that were taken from the
'Reaches, nay. But I've nay been all that involved with 'em this time...
Meli! Come sit with us?" This earns another brief grumble from Lysseth, but
apart from some restless fidgeting she gives no other reaction. "And the
Istan contingent! Mirrari, g'day! Is that never-do-well daughter of mine
with you? I don't blame you for forgetting, Kin; the green beast only
Searched a couple this time."
From the hatching sands, Elauren's face wrms up with the subtlest of smiles
as she overhears Cheni's laugh. She herself turns, giving the galleries a
cursory glnce before gluing her eyes back onto the sands. "Shells, the whole
Weyr and more are watching us and we're all half naked," she says to those
around her.
From the hatching sands, Caught In Flight Egg has arrived.
Sh'yar props himself on the ledge, legs dangling off the side, "Different
view from up here eh Lamorna?"
Meli carefully maneuvers her way through the standing and seated multitudes,
finally coming to light near Kassima with a smile and a quiet nod.
From the hatching sands, Saeliena succeeds in being last, and thus is able
to watch carefully as other execute their bows. Upon arrival, she pauses,
doubling at the waist to produce some gesture of respect to both sire and
dam. This done, she lets her feet lead her towards the end of the candidate
line, careful to keep some distance from the rest.
Brees glances down and nods. "Yeah, and I'sai." She grins over towards
Kindre and nods her head. "Knew I was forgeting Ista's duties to everyone."
She shakes her head over at Kassima with a laugh. "Kaylira didn't come over
with us."
Riane nods to Kassi, then decides a vocal answer would be better heard.
"Yeah, brown, it'll be brown. And I hope Cheni Impresses, and Mori.. Yrinth
Searched 'em." Mori is known probably for being the youngest, scrawniest
Candidate out on the sands.
From the hatching sands, Alonna snickers at Elaeren's comment and nods in
agreement as she looks around wide eyed.
From the hatching sands, Colorful Rings Egg shivers. Shimmies. Quakes. Calls
attention to anyone looking its way, then...nothing. A series of long, quiet
moments stretch onward. When this grand egg finally does tip over, showing
its midnight blue base to the galleries, the movement seems almost an
afterthought...or the calm before the storm.
From the hatching sands, P'tod nods politely to Indrath and Mirrath as he
emerges behind several Candidates, urging them to hurry into place.
Mirrari grins and waves to Kindre, "Ista's duties to Telgar and her queens"
she says cheerfully. "Heyla Kassima, ma'am!" she calls and waves again. She
grins to A'rus, "So many people."
From the hatching sands, Makran steps on the sands, wincing slightly at the
heat on the ground that he's unaccustomed to, especially after the cold
winter. He bows to the dam and sire of the clutch, Mirrath and Indrath, then
takes his place with the other candidates, shuffling his feet to get them
used to the heat, staring at a couple of the eggs.
From the hatching sands, The dark sapphire blues that ripples and rolls like
ocean waves capped by pale lilac begin to waver along the face of the Dark
Flame Egg. It is not long before those waves crash and a tiny green
hatchling makes her way into the world. Scanning the warm sands of Telgar's
grounds and the Candidates circling them, she begins to make her way towards
them. It's not long before a petite lass hailing from the Smithcraft catches
her eye. "Amith!" The two are quickly ushered to the barracks.
From the hatching sands, L'han shoots a jaunty, smiling salute to Tarien and
K'ran, adding in a bow for the clutchparents before jogging off to the
outskirts of the Candidates.
Lamorna nods at Sh'yar "Very, but I like it. It's different then the stands.
Well not that I'd know of course, having never sat in Telegar's stands before."
Livia leans forward, peering down over the edge of the ledge with a light of
excitement. She murmurs to herself, or rather to Hicerth, shoving her hands
into her pockets.
From the hatching sands, Pwert eases up on the pressure on Cheni's hand, and
begins to shift his feet. He grasps Alonna's hand lightly. "Amith, is it? A
good match there, don't you think?"
R'ys leans forward as the first of the eggs start their rocking. "Here we
go," he says with a grin.
From the hatching sands, I'sai enters hard on his weyrlingmaster's heels,
starting to unfasten the buttons to his vest once they reach the heat of the
sands. Afterward, he glances from her to P'tod, and takes up equidistant
spacing where he can keep an eye on those candidates, those hatchlings, and
their claws - "Shells! One -already-."
From the hatching sands, Alonna jumps slightly as her hand is taken by
Pwert. "Yes I think so" She says still awed by her first sight of a dragonett.
From the hatching sands, Ursa is as impassive and without comment on the
sands as she was in the barracks. She stands at the back, again arms
crossed, back straight, legs slightly apart, her boots set firmly into the
hot sand. Already they're hatching! She nods towards an assistant, who
quickly steps forward to help the first pair.
Lamorna leans forward as the eggs start cracking "Here we go!"
Seated on Abrieth, Angharad gasps lightly, as the first egg breaks, and then
steadies herself into an aspect of quiet, and almost shocked fascination
with the hatching.
From the hatching sands, Cheni, who hasn't yet blinked, so it seems, mutters
sideways to Alonna in a hiss. "Watch the eggs, watch the dragons and make
sure you don't step on my shardin' foot." As the first impression goes in
lightening speed, her eyes do close, albeit briefly, then pop open. "She'll
be glad."
R'ys glances at Lamorna and smiles.
Kassima makes a face at this news, but offers Brees a wry smile in thanks.
"*One* of these days I'm actually going to catch the lass so I can hear what
she's up to. She *never* writes. Faranth, Mirrari! None of that ma'aming!
Oh, shards--" That as the green Hatches. "Lyss was *right*. Faranth be
forfending. Well, so I owe Sh'yar, but since 'tisn't brown I've still made
out decently."
From the hatching sands, Caught In Flight Egg shimmies, digging itself in
farther and deeper. Shaking, it builds little ridgees in the sand, and then
stops, gathering its breath.
Brees grins down. "A green first? That's always a good sign." Thus says a
greenrider. Then Livia gets a smile and wave from where Brees is standing
beside Jascela.
From the hatching sands, Shawnah folds her hands together, idly digging her
bare feet into the hot sands - apparently not noticing the heat yet. She
/does/ notice the eggs moving though, and dragons as they begin to pop out,
,her gaze jumping left and right at each movment catching her attention.
"Already one!" she exclaims softly to herself.
From the hatching sands, Alonna blinks at Cheni's comments, and nods slowly
to the other girl.
From the hatching sands, K'ran repeats, very softly, "Amith," as he watches
after that tiny green and her ex-Smith lifemate. "That's the first. Jays."
Lamorna returns R'ys's smile with one of her own "Have you seen a lot of
Hatchings?
Jascela flashes Brees a grin and nods at her. "You would think that,
wouldn't you?"
From the hatching sands, Bianca whimpers quietly as the first egg turns into
a hatchling, and makes a quick, desperate, frantic grab at the nearest hand:
Rivaar's. "-One- down," she breathes.
From the hatching sands, Saeliena's brow twitches as the first egg hatches,
worry lines written into her forehead. "Shards," she mutters to herself,
carefully lengthening her distance from the other candidates with a little
shimmy. "They aren't supposed to hatch this quick, are they?" Her question
is to the air, for she certainly doesn't want interaction.
"Shells, they look young," Meli says, more to herself than anyone near her,
given the overall noise level.
Divya says, "I don't know any of the Candidates this time, Kassima. I don't
think I'll be risking my marks today. I might be needing them for a splendid
funeral after S'din is through with me."
Hanreth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
J'nas unstraps himself from Hanreth's neckridges, sliding down his forelimb
to the ground.
A'rus grins at Mirrari and glances over to Kassima, but says nothing, being
the shy person he is.
From the hatching sands, Elauren gasps as the first impression is made, a
look of utter astonishment flashing over her face. "Jays, that was fast,"
she remarks.
From the hatching sands, Rivaar's eyes break away from Mirrath, cutting
sideways to find the newest pair. "Heard it's good luck for a green first,"
he tells Bianca. "Some folks say it's good luck. Fighting dragons, you know."
From the hatching sands, Corwin gives a quick look around the sands to
survey the eggs. He shifts his weight from his left left to the right as he
watches.
From the hatching sands, Colorful Rings Egg garners its strength, the
shimmering waves of heat on the Sand giving the rainbowed streaks an
illusion of deep, paced breathing. When movement returns, it is sudden and
strong, with unmistakable determination. Tumultuous rocking forces it this
way and that, leaving dunes in the sands. Its occupant is a whirlwind, have
no doubt. A whirlwind with a mind to be loosed of this cramped confinement.
R'ys leans his head towards Lamorna, hoping that he can be heard over all
the commotion and replies, "Not alot, but some at the Reaches of course. And
how about you?"
Aisling slants a grin towards Brees, her thoughts exactly. "That one is
pretty." As if a green could be anything but.
From the hatching sands, Alonna watches the eggs intently.
From the hatching sands, Tarien squeezes K'ran's fingers, softly, eyes gone
very, very wide. "Amith. A green. They're -parents-," she notes to the
bronzerider unnecessarily, sounding startled by this fact, for all that
they've spent the past several months out on the sands.
"Fort's duties," J'nas calls out as he drops from Hanreth's neck. Quickly,
he takes a place where he can watch events unfold.
Livia happens to catch Brees' wave and returns a smile and head inclining,
glancing around for a moment before turning her attention back to the sands,
shifting in her position against Hicerth absently.
Riane leans back on Yrinth. "What, one already? Got them out there just in
time... and.. Shards, green." She sighs. "Oh well."
From the hatching sands, Marten gives his robe a tug, still trying to get
the thing to fit properly. Watching the eggs closely, he shifts his weight
from foot to foot anxiously.
From the hatching sands, Ryklin stands almost oblivious to the heat of the
sands underneath his feet. Well it would seem that way as the taller
candidate isn't moving at all. His head inclines round finally to grin at
the smith lass and her new green, and then he goes back to his motionless
stance.
Mirrari grins and nudges A'rus and wiggles her eyebrows at the lad and then
waves frantically to J'nas, "Heyla J'nas sir!" she calls.
J'nas! Oh no! A'rus turns to gaze warily at the other brownrider, then
quickly looks away, back down to the sands. "Hey, Mirr, I think another
one's gonna hatch!" he says, quickly.
From the hatching sands, N'var catches sight of Tarien's reaction, and a
nostalgic smile steals into his features. He reaches out to take Nimirel's
hand and turns to watch the eggs.
Kassima catches Meli's comment, though, and dips her chin in a single nod.
"They really do," she murmurs back. "Always do, these days... oh, Divya,"
she raises her voice to call, "'tis a shame! But what will the
Weyrlingmaster be killing you for? And if'n there's anyone who does want
t'lay a wee mark on Candidates, you know where t'find me, hey?" That more to
the general populace immediately around her than anyone particularly. "Mmmm.
I wonder... a brown, mayhaps, from that egg rocking there. And the other,
green."
From the hatching sands, Caught In Flight Egg starts to make tapping noises
from inside itself. The tiny beak of something trying to break out echoes
softly, just a little bit. Itty bitte striations appear in one end. The egg
stops moving again, then renews its wiggling, shaking and twisting with
renewed vigor.
Lamorna oo's softly as the little green picks it's lifemate "That was fast!
From the hatching sands, The dusky rose that spread out from the heart of
the Pink Starburst Egg is also where the little creature within begins
pushing its way into the world. Cracks spiral outward from that heart until
talons break their way through. Falling out onto the sands is a lovely and
large brown! He trips a few times on his way to the Candidates, but finds
his footing well in time to lock with his lifemate. "Cindoth!" The call
comes from a young man from the Bakercraft. "Of course - let's get you fed."
From the hatching sands, Bianca latches onto Rivaar's hand after a second
equally desperate grab, and half-turns to look toward him. This gives her
the opportunity to shift her weight, lifting one bare foot up almost
completely from the sand. "Is it really? Good luck, I mean?"
From the hatching sands, As if knowing where the apex of its beautiful
shell's rainbow is, the occupant focuses on one particular spot finally,
trying to get free. Not unlike the circles of this, the Colorful Rings Egg,
lattices of cracks spiral out from the midnight blue and continuing well
past the lemony shades, this dragonet's home peels away rather neatly to
reveal...
Smoky Thundercloud Blue Hatchling
Rumbling from his shell like a breaking storm in the midst of a humid summer
afternoon, this hatchling takes the sands rather than merely appearing on
them. The heat of the cavern mixing with the dewy wetness of his
just-birthed hide seem to create a mist around him. The cerulean-tinged aura
is a near potion of sight. His amethystine hide is swirled with streaks of
thundercloud gray, which darkens richly along his head knobs, the ridges
down his neck and all the way to his tail tip. As he empirically flaps his
freed wings, the near-translucent ultramarine shade of the sails becomes
visible as they churn up a small sand cloud around him. This young blue
holds his delicate muzzle with an air of stubbornness - its smoky azure
length angled just so as he regards the white-clad humans around him.
Rapidly whirling garnet eyes betray his birth-fresh hunger. Obviously now is
not the time to be obstinate. The small storm of a hatchling moves away from
his shards in search of a mate to compliment him.
From the hatching sands, Blue Reflection Egg has arrived.
Jascela ooohs and grins, poking at Brees' side. "Look. A Blue now..."
Brees grins and laughs. "And you tease me for the green." She glances down
and nods. "He's a pretty one, too. Blue is a good color."
From the hatching sands, Saeliena inhales sharply as the colorful egg
splits, spilling a blue onto the sands. Her gaze shifts down the line,
studying each candidate in turn. Her eyes calculate, trying to place mental
bets on who might impress.
Lamorna tugs at R'ys's sleeve "Ooo look at that blue. Bold little thing
isn't he."
Meli leans back, elbows propped on the next-higher riser, legs extended her
feet crossed at the ankles. "Kassi, kin ye believe s'been thirty Turns?"
Mirrari blinks and grins at A'rus, "Really? Oh my oy my, look it's a cute
little blue." she says bouncing happily in her seat.
Jascela grins at Brees and nods. "Of course, Ma'am."
From the hatching sands, Cheni's voice catches as she watches the brown and
lad impress so close to her and she swallows, squeezing Pwert's hand. As the
blue hatches, her breath quickens. "So beautiful, and they aren't mauling
anyone. Who would have ever thought?" She still has yet to look at anything
but the eggs, dragons and hatchlings, however. No chances being taken here!
J'nas detours in his path to greet the Istan Weyrlings. "Hello, Mirrari,
A'rus. How are you enjoying the Hatching from up here?"
From the hatching sands, Makran shifts silently, scanning the rocking eggs
and focusing briefly on the blue before another candidate moves to block his
view.
From the hatching sands, I'sai pumps his fist - a baker! - till, catching
himself at it, he hastily locks his hands behind him and settles for keeping
an eye on those new-hatched, particularly that stormy blue and the
candidates near him.
R'ys looks to the blue Lamorna is speaking of and nods. "He sure is and
handsome also."
From the hatching sands, Smoky Thundercloud Blue Hatchling impatiently
shakes off a sticky bit of shell clinging to the tip of his tyrian tail
before setting off. He pauses, looking up and about, considering all his
surroundings at great length. As it is all so very interesting, it all
deserves a portion of his rapt attention. Interesting, and lovely. So lovely
his eyes are whirling, whirling, lost in the wonder of it all. Then his
stomach rumbles, and his true mission reasserts itself. The wonder, the
beauty - it pales to a haze, all focus pointed fixedly at the gathering of
candidates. Someone is out there. Someone just for him.
Selandra leans back into Abrieth, grinning exuberantly as she watches eggs
cracking, and impressions made with their usual lightning quickness. A sigh
escapes her as she relaxes happily.
Konnevath bugles politely, but definitely not at full volume. Divya laughs
and translates, "He thinks the blue is very small, but it sure he'll be big
someday. Konn tends to get more excited over browns and greens than blues,
though."
From the hatching sands, The image of a dragon upon this, the Caught In
Flight Egg, seems to spread its wings farther out along the shell. It is an
illusion, as the egg itself is truly splintering easily right down its face.
The mixture of pink, red and even blue and lavender quickly blur together as
the egg continues to fall away. A few more pushes from within and the green
dragonet who has so long warmed inside makes its way out.
Cascading Dewd Moss Green Hatchling
Musically heralding her arrival from the shell, this charming little
hatchling quickly regards everything around her with a curious croon. She
trickles away from the splintered remains of her shell with a fluid grace to
each delicate -- and deliberate -- move, deep, quick thought seemingly
lighting into graceful motion. Glowing with birth wetness, her richly hued
hide glistens in opulent moss, its shade deepening light nightfall across a
timid forest. Leaves moistened by dawn's golden kiss flow like a river from
just behind deep pine headknobs to the tip of her tail, more than mere neck
and back ridges. Sun-nurtured veins of foliage wind through cracked emeralds
cover wingspars and translucent sails. Dark rainbows dance across her
now-drying hide, lustier hues of amethyst, sapphire, onyx, and ruby washing
over the young green's body with each courtly tip of talons in the sands
before her.
From the hatching sands, Blue Reflection Egg twitches almost imperceptibly,
shaking a few granules of sand from itself. Almost before the twitch can be
noticed, it turns into a shudder, as if the occupant were trying to scramble
itself.
From the hatching sands, Alonna can't stand still any longer, she shifts
from foot to foot with exited energy wipeing her hands down the sides of her
robe.
A'rus looks a bit relieved, now that Mirrari's attention's been diverted.
"Where's a brown? We need browns!" he says, sharing her lightheartedness.
Well...until J'nas shows up again. "Evenin, sir," he says, evenly, with a
small salute. "Ista's duties." Protocall, yes.
P'ter takes Leah's hand, "You know, this reminds me of our last hatching. It
really does seem to have the same atmosphere don't you think?"
From the hatching sands, "Well," admits Rivaar, his nose scrunching just
slightly as she takes her hand. "You know how green's a.. you know, unlucky
color.. " His voice drops a little, in case he might jinx all of it. "But I
think it's the opposite for dragons. Because there're lots've greens in a
Weyr. And Weyrs are pretty lucky."
Brees grins over at Jascela and winks then oohs down. "And another pretty
green. Though I doubt a green could be anything else."
From the hatching sands, Corwin's catch site of the blue and green. He
watches them a moment before his attention is drawn to the other eggs.
From the hatching sands, Pwert shifts his feet a little more, "Cindoth is a
very nice name . . ." he trails off as the blue hatches, and grins,
squeezing Cheni's hand to get her attention, "Say, he's a shiny blue, isn't
he?" He gigles at her comment about mauling, "Dragons don't maul unless
they're sard, or something's in their way. We're just smart Candidates,
that's all." He peers around again, "Now, she's got a good sense of pitch,"
he says with another smile, gesturing his cheni-clasped hand towards the
green, "Right, Cheni, Alonna?" He watches them and the other eggs carefully,
looking out for any threat.
From the hatching sands, Shawnah's gaze continues this way and that, locking
on that rocking egg a moment, that brown who quickly Impresses, and then
that newest blue. There she pauses and tilts her head, considering. "Blue."
she says with a slight nod to herself. "And a pretty colored one at that.."
and then the newest green is spotted emerging as well, "And green." she says
the obvious again, "Cute." and then she's back to trying to see everything
at once.
Kassima can only shake her head in answer. "Especially nay now, Meli, old
friend--every Hatching brings back the memory, y'know? Only I'm sure we
weren't as young and nervous-looking as that." Uh-huh. "Ah, now, there's a
lovely green lass t'match the fine blueling."
Mirrari beams, "Quite well thank you, it's all very exciting, is it not?"
she asks and then giggles at A'rus, "Browns' are nice I think, but look at
that green!"
Jascela giggles at Brees and nods. "Of course you're right."
Lamorna squeals as anothe eggs hatches, spilling out a pretty green this
time. Avril and Jenay chrip happily
Konnevath bugles again, this time more loudly. He sends an appreciative
croon down towards the babies and sends another one toward the big greens
that are so close. Perhaps one of them needs company?
From the hatching sands, Sunset Over Standing Stones Egg has arrived.
From the hatching sands, Alonna nods rapidly and shoots a grin Pwert and
Cheni's way.
Leah gives P'ter's arm a squeeze and grins, "Don't they all? Oh, look at
that green! She's lovely!" She points down towards the latest Hatchling, "I
do love coming here, though. We don't have the same level of wagering at
Fort that they have here, which I think is a shame. We should invite more
Bitrans to visit."
From the hatching sands, Saeliena hisses, eyes narrowing as the green breaks
shell. This, surprisingly, is an expression of approval. "She's lovely," the
candidate comments to herself, canting her head to the side. But of course,
far too girly. Saelie is content to watch from the edge of the throng,
similiarily hued eyes tracking the newest dragonet.
From the hatching sands, Marten seems to be mumbling under his breath,
trying to both rub his hands and stand undistractingly still at the same time.
From the hatching sands, Elauren mumbles her congratulations at the new
brownrider even as the smokey blue and the moss green hatch. She sets her
gaze upon the hatchlings as they emerge from their shells, mindful of the
warnings given beforehand. Her stance shifts expectantly, as if ready to
dodge out of the way if neccessary.
Araneidth returns Konnevath, again being rather protective of Ilaeth. Find
your own green.
R'ys laughs softly at Lamorna.
From the hatching sands, Bianca contemplates Rivaar's statement for the
better part of a minute, mouth pursing, eyes narrowing. With the latest
hatching though her opinion seems to formulate, because she nods delicately.
"Maybe they -are- and maybe they aren't. There's -another- green, anyway,"
She points out. "And she's pretty. So's the blue one, though he's rather
murky."
From the hatching sands, The Colorful Moon Egg's craters of dark hues begin
to take on lives of their own. Pecking and pushing seem just enough to get
the large bronze from within free. He stares down the Candidates for a few
moments, content to sit within the ruins of his egg. Eyes flicking along the
line, they stop suddenly and he bounds off in a specific direction. One of
Telgar's own is pegged by the bronze, the new weyrling calling, "His name is
Paith!" before being led to the barracks.
Imanath flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Lamorna looks over at R'ys and raises an eyebrow "What's so funny?"
From the hatching sands, Indrath can't help but rumble pleased greetings to
each of these new arrivals, for all that it does discourtesy to his
glowering mein -- but then he ruins it altogether by leaning closer to
Mirrath and attemting a nuzzle along her neck while still keeping an eye on
the sands. K'ran's, meanwhile, nearly vibrating in place while he watches
the little ones intently, as if hoping to help them to find their lifemates
through force of *his* will.
Talisha hops down from Imanath, landing on the ground with a soft thump.
From the hatching sands, Tarien smiles wryly at K'ran and breathes, softly,
"I forgot how fast it all goes -- oh, look! A bronze!"
R'ys shrugs a little. "You seem like you are having a good time, as it
should be." He smiles at her.
From the hatching sands, Ryklin chuckles lightly at some of the comments
around him. "Yeah, I'll admit she is a pretty green too." is all he consents
to. One foot moves ever so slightly off the surface of teh sand as he
readies to hop backwards all of a sudden.
Divya finally realizes what Kassima asked her and says, "Oh! All of us
Assistant Weyrlingmasters need some time off, but we're afraid that S'din
will rip our heads off if we ask. Guess who got the short straw and has to
be the first one to ask?"
From the hatching sands, Cheni shakes her head in agreement, not daring to
look Pwert's way. Blue, nice blue, very nice blue." Blinking, she tries to
follow the path of the hatchlings. "I think it's them we have to worry
about, not the eggs. Hatchlings in eggs are safe." She blushes as she
babbles but can't seem to stop herself. The rumbles from Indrath only worsen
her nervousness and she bounces on her toes. " Is he angry, I mean, that
they are taking his kids away, butPretty green, too." Paith's impression
breaks some of the jitters and she slips her hand away from Pwert's to clap.
"Oh well done."
From the hatching sands, Cascading Dewd Moss Green Hatchling shakes herself.
So there. Fabulous? Yes, please. Flipping her tiny wet wings a bit to dry
them, a high pitched 'BRAWK!' comes out, her eyes starting that whirling to
red a little bit, speeding up. Her tail thrashes slightly, making a trail in
the sand behind her, shell fwinging left and right.
P'ter coughs, for he is after all a Bitran. "Careful what you say or you
might end up with my family visiting again."
Lamorna reaches over and squeezes R'ys's hand, then blushes suddenly at her
own boldness and quickly withdraws it "Oh I am! I'm having a wonderful time."
Gederoth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
From the hatching sands, Smoky Thundercloud Blue Hatchling tries taking a
step, only to find his long-cramped limbs aren't so agreeable. The first
attempt ends in a sideways topple to the sand. Well. He -is- closer to the
white robes. A smidge. Eyes whirl a bit faster. If only his mate would help
him. Mate! Must find mate. A quick stretch is given to each limb and neck
and tail - oh, how good that feels! - and with a concerted effort he rights
himself, bent on making it further, this time.
From the hatching sands, Shawnah's gaze happens by the colorful moon egg, as
it brings forth a bronze which quickly Impresses. A slight grgin, slightly
wry, and another nod, and she back to being bobble-headed Shawnah. "Erp.."
she mutters then, stopping a moment to eye the fast-moving green nervously.
From the hatching sands, Makran shuffles his feet slightly on the hot sands,
muttering quietly to one of the candidates near him, "I'm gunna have
blisters by the end of this." He grins, though, glancing around at a few of
his friends before looking back to the eggs, trying to guess which will
hatch next.
Leah elbows the Fortian Weyrleader in the gut, "I hate to break it to you,
but I /like/ your family. They're very... colorful." She glances at him
sidelong and grins, "And you don't want my brothers to come visit as
retaliation, do you? Last time they came, you told me we'd better not lose
them in the snow, with their blonde hair, we'll never find them." She
pauses, watching the antics on the Sands curiously, "What is that green
doing? I've never heard that sound from a dragonet before."
Kassima makes a face at this. "Ill of him if'n he does rip your head off!
Everyone needs a wee bit of a break now and then, and with a clutch just
graduated... congratulations to them, by the by. Rather vocal young green,
isn't she? Though naught t'you, Irascible One." She gives the green forelimb
beneath her a fond slap, and earns a fond-if-sharp nudge at her back for her
trouble. "--G'day, there, Tali!"
R'don jumps down Gederoth's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds.
Saulith flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
From the hatching sands, Saeliena's eyebrow lifts, a bemused expression on
her face. She seems - for the moment - calm. But that storm breaks as the
green emits her loud skwak, and Saelie hastily raises hands to cover her
ears from the offending sound. "Shards, girl," she says accusingly, with a
glare towards the hatchling. "Quite a mouth you've got there." Pity the one
who impresses her!
From the hatching sands, Yashira trots out onto the sands, face flushed,
looking disheveled, peeling off her riding gloves. Someone was busy when the
dragons began to hum, it seems. She keeps to the outskirts, making her way
toward the Weyrling staff.
R'don slides off of Gederoth, offering a distracted, "High Reaches duties,"
with his attention on the sands.
R'ys chuckles as the young baker squeezes his hand then gives her hand a
squeeze in return. "Good." Out of the corner of his eye he sees Gederoth
arrive and he raises his hand in greeting to his clutchmate and his
lifemate. "R'don," he calls out, hoping that the bluerider sees him through
the crowd.
Kichevio slides down easily from Saulith's neck.
From the hatching sands, Sunset Over Standing Stones Egg gives a sudden
lurch to the right, just enough to turn the standing stone images on their
side. A second small quake within the egg disturbs the sand briefly, and it
is once again still.
Kindre continues to smile as she watches the dragons and few Impressions
below. Still seated upon Herath, she's almost resting fully on the dragon's
neck. "This goes all too fast," is murmured as the activity below continues on.
Divya says, "Thank you, Kassima. R'don and R'ys here are two of our newest
Riders, and the smarter ones. They did well enough to avoid being forced to
salute every living thing at HRW, including firelizards and wherries."
From the hatching sands, Elauren's eyes go wide as the blue teeters into the
sand. She bounces up on the balls of her feet, still ready as he and his
clutchmate wander about the sands. "Never realized how awkward they are,"
she says to those nearby. Her lips are still in a flatline as if trying to
hide her nerves.
From the hatching sands, Stark colors covering the Concentric Circles Egg in
what appear to be bubbles seem to, indeed, bubble forth from the oval's
face. This illusion is created by the hatchling within, however. The
movements are obvious and soon, a blue tail pokes its way free! Followed
soon by the rest of his body, this blue tumbles upon the sands. A lime-green
shard sticks to his foreleg, but he does not notice it. Instead, it is his
new lifemate, a lad from Bitra Hold, who does. "Oh Kelyth! Let's get this
off of you..."
Kichevio is late, is late, for a very important Hatching date, and she'd no
doubt be checking her pocketwatch if she had such an object. "No, she can't
wake me up, she just waits politely before mentioning that by the way, the
eggs are hatching...darned dragon...Telgar's duties and have I missed
anything?"
A'rus gazes up at Araneidth and rolls his eyes a bit, but his attention is
quickly caught as Mirrari whispers to him, issuing in a deep blush. He
mutters to Mirrari, "... Ara and I both agree... the... green... And as
for... rider..." He trails off and just winks, then turns away as his
blushing only gets worse.
From the hatching sands, Rivaar squeezes Bianca's hand, and points with the
both of theirs. "I think he's having trouble gettin' out," he tells her,
indicating the egg with its sideways stone pictures.
From the hatching sands, Ursa inclines her head to Yashira as she arrives,
then gestures another assistant to attend to the new blue. She is still
silent, though a ghost of a smile threatens to crack her impassive mask.
P'ter watches the green for a little while, curiosity on his face, "Odd,
I'll grant you that." Then he snorts, "And as for your family, with the snow
that we seem to be having this turn, we may be at risk of losing them
entirely."
Lamorna smiles slightly at R'ys, looking a strange combonation of embarassed
and pleased as he squeezes her hand. To distract herself she quickly waves
to R'don "Hello! Glad you could make it."
R'don sees someone waving and hears ihs name twice no less. He walks over in
that direction, and grins at the two.. no at the three. "Heyla! I can't
believe it's so crowded up here."
Jascela looks over at the arriving Bluerider and salutes him, then grins as
she spies his High Reaches knot.
Kassima murmurs, "So fast, and so slow, always... nay much, Kich; a few
Impressions, but there are plenty of eggs left, and we'll know 'em all soon
enough. Kelyth! Now there's a name of which I can be approving in full." No
kidding. She toasts the little green with her wineskin, looking pleased.
"Faranth, I pity the fire-lizards and wherries where you live, then, Divya.
But I met R'don once or twice--as Geridon, methinks 'twas still. A friend of
Yashira's. She's down on the Sands too--going t'be an Assistant
Weyrlingmaster herself, this round."
From the hatching sands, Pwert smiles again, "Aww, but we wouldn't want one
to jump out suddenly, and not expect it." he says contentedly, and then
returns to watching the hatchlings, "She's a bit loud, huh? I betcha she's
gonna be a great hummer when she grows up, Cheni!" His eyes drift again to
the blue as he sees Kelyth impress, "He's sure a brave fellow too, trying to
suceeded over everything."
From the hatching sands, Cascading Dewd Moss Green Hatchling whips her head
back and forth, eyes fully red, the streakiness gone. She's -tired- of
sitting still. Time to go. She starts mincing her way through the shells of
hers and her clutchsibs' eggs. Her delicate steps get her through the
carnage and towards those white... uprighty... things... OH! They're
-supposed- to be there. They're there for -her-. Naturally. Hmmmm... Must
choose wisely.
Sh'yar chuckles at R'don. "And you could compare it to what exactly?" he winks.
Divya returns R'don's wave, and Konnevath offers a polite rumble-croon
before returning his attnention to the greens near and far.
From the hatching sands, Blue Reflection Egg shudders harder, shimmying
around on the sands like an egg posessed. Its occupant now desperately
trying to be free, the egg rolls around frantically, spraying small bits of
sand in its immediate vicinity.
Brees turns to grin over at Kichevio with a wave and a laugh. "Ista's
duties. And you didn't miss too much." She glances down to the sands then
smiles over sweetly. "Oh, and Kira might be asking you about corruption when
you see her."
Leah rolls her eyes, "Well then, it'll give the Wings something to do when
Thread isn't falling, now won't it?" As if the Wings don't have enough to
do, she adds, "Search and rescue practice." Her gaze turns intent upon the
Sands.
R'ys nods and stands up. "You should have seen this blue one that hatched
not 10 minutes ago. He was feisty to be sure," he tells R'don.
From the hatching sands, Bianca shifts to the other side in a rather
dignifed version of the hatching sand hop, wiggling the toes of the too-warm
foot and rubbing them delicately against the ankle of the other. Ryklin's
agreement gets a satisfied nod, but Rivaar's two-handed point gets her gaze.
"I -think- they get stuck sometimes. But they -do- always hatch, don't they?"
From the hatching sands, Smoky Thundercloud Blue Hatchling almost stomps
across the sand with his renewed resolve, movements near-comical in their
exagerated care. The shifting sand beneath his feet results in a waddling
gate, but one to which he quickly acclimates, slender blue tail a whip of a
rudder. Picking up some speed, he hurries forward, until he skids just as
quickly to a stop. What's this? Tall. Long, curly hair.
Interesting...stretching out his snout he takes a sniff, then rears his head
back. No, no. That's not right. Not right at all.
Mirrari claps her hands to her flaming face and smiles, luckily she catches
a glance of Kichevio and the lass waves again, "Ista's duties, Kichevio,
ma'am."
R'ys points out the lil blue on the sands, "There he is."
From the hatching sands, Corwin keeps a steady egg on the eggs and
dragonets. He now shifts his weight from leg to leg.
From the hatching sands, Ryklin watches impassively almost. First the blue,
rapidly impresses, then he glances over at the choosy green and the other
blue moving across the sands. His eyes flicker over the shells quickly,
looking for one particular egg, and his shoulders relax slightly as he spies
it unharmed.
From the hatching sands, I'sai, now that the blue's made his feet and then
some, waves Yashira-ward more readily; he then steals a moment to look up to
the ledges, searching out those of Skyfire - particularly their wingleader,
home from Nerat - before having to shield his eyes against egg-flung sand.
From the hatching sands, Sunset Over Standing Stones Egg rocks violently
forward. With an uneven corkscrew spin over its small patch of sand, the
surface of the egg suddenly cracks, and a spider-web of splinters mar its
sky and stone face.
P'ter says "Thinking about that I really need to talk to F'erg. I'm glad you
reminded me"
From the hatching sands, Cheni licks her lips nervously, unconsciously
shifting from foot to foot, not aware of the heat, quite yet. She calls out
a congratulations to the Bitran and manages to look from the hatchlings long
enough to look Makran's way. The green is getting pretty close and so is the
blue and Cheni chuckles nervously. "I need five more eyes to watch each one
of those."
Leah crinkles her nose, "Right now?"
From the hatching sands, Alonna bounces on her toes, blowing a few strands
of her bangs out of her face.
Lamorna pats an empty spance next to her "Come join us R'don.
Congratulations on graduating by the way. I hope youliked the feast."
A'rus only chuckles at Mirrari's reaction, settling down into Araneidth's
forearms with a blush of his own. "Heheh..." Spotting a familiar face, he
then salutes to Kichevio with a friendly grin. "Evenin', ma'am!"
Kichevio must answer Mirrari first, to make a point crystal-clear. "For the
thousandth time, Mirrari, I'm not a ma'am! We're fellow evil greenriders
now." That said, she can answer Brees with a philosophical shrug. "She's
past five Turns. About time her corruption begins."
From the hatching sands, Shawnah backs up a few paces now as the green heads
their way, and turns a bit, blinking at the tossing and turning egg. She
moves back to her first position, eyes the blue already inspecting
candidates, and just huffs in annoyance. "Now I see why I don't remember
much from the last time.." she mutters, stepping aside as another egg starts
rolling.
Riane settles back to watch the eggs hatch against Yrinth's foreleg. "Kelyth
is a nice name," she agrees. "Shards, that blue and green both are taking
their time, aren't they?"
From the hatching sands, Saeliena shakes her head, letting her eyes drift
towards the sands. Thus, they naturally catch sight of her feet, which are
turning a father bright red from the heat of the sands. She shifts away from
the group again, as if this new patch of sand might not only bring her
solitude, but cooled feet. No such luck.
From the hatching sands, Marbled Bronze Egg has arrived.
From the hatching sands, Makran grins at Cheni, and then chuckles at the
blue's reaction to the first candidate he comes across.
Divya says, "R'don, at least this time you don't have to worry about burned
feet or Very Sharp Claws. Isn't it better up here?"
Brees grins over at Kichevio. "You are until they graduate. At least while
I'm around. And I'm sure it will come naturally to Kira."
From the hatching sands, Cascading Dewd Moss Green Hatchling stalks slowly
from white robe to white robe. She croons a bit, the pitch going up and down
slightly, the volume rising slowly. She stops here and there, her eyes
looking more and more thoughtful every time she stops, looking up and down
when she does. The green continues onward, still not finding what she wants
and needs.
P'ter shakes his head, "No, not right now. I'm enjoying the hatching. Wild
runners could not drag me from this sp..." He frowns, "Seems I spoke too
soon, L'nan needs me. I'll try to get back soon as I can."
From the hatching sands, Mists seeming to surround the shell of the Shadowed
Face Egg begin to burn off as its occupant longs to be free. A lattice-work
of lines break up the pine greens and soft peaches that managed to cling to
the shells surface. A lovely green, similar in hue to the pine from her egg,
emerges after several moments of trying. She half-prances along the line of
Candidates, sniffing here, snorting there. Finally she chooses! A young man
from Woodcraft Hall finds his lifemate this day at Telgar.
Mirrari giggles, "Sorru sorry, Kichevio, ma'am, but my Weyrlingmaster is
here and I'll get in trouble if I don't." she calls and then nudges A'rus,
"what are you chuckling at.."
Leah sighs and nods, "I'll give you a report when you get back, Weyrleader."
She mock salutes him, "Duty calls and I will be sure to give L'nan a talking
to for his timing." This is followed by a wink.
R'don nods, distracted. "What hatched first?"
From the hatching sands, Elauren even as she claps congratulations for the
new greenrider, she steps to her side, knocking into one of her fellow
candidates. "Sorry, foot was getting hot," she grumbles out her explanation.
Her eyes dart back to the hatchlings loose on the sands.
Lamorna cheers as another young man impressed "That was a lovely green. Or
maybe I'm just biased."
From the hatching sands, Smoky Thundercloud Blue Hatchling sits there, once
again considering the tight gathering right close. Now his tummy is really
insistent, evoking a sharp creel. A movement catches his eye that cuts his
silken baritone off short. He rushes, suddenly, charging across the sands
with singular intent, right for the candidate with freckles. No, no, not
that one. Not that one. Not that one, either. THAT one. The beautiful one.
HIS beautiful one. With freckles, and dimples, and eyes nearly the color of
his very own hide. Yes. THAT one.
A'rus holds up his hands in an all-too-innocent gesture. "Nothing! Nothing!"
he insists.
From the hatching sands, Yashira inclines her head to Ursa, I'sai, P'tod;
she shoves her gloves into a pouch, where they half-dangle out, and starts
undoing her jacket. She tilts her chin up, watching the hatchings waddle
about, and peering out over the Candidates.
Kichevio adapts to that almost immediately. "Oh. In that case, Mirrari, I
expect a salute and a suitable bribe as well. Oh look, I think that blue
just chose..."
From the hatching sands, Cheni takes steps back as every baby dragon
approaches, lifting at the hem of her robe, as if it was much longer,
getting ready to head off at a sprint if need be. As the green gets closer,
then the blue, she looks for a convenient candidate to hide behind. Pwert?
Too short.
P'ter chuckles, "If L'nan gets that then I am terrified as to what I will
get if I dally back. I'll try not to be long."
P'ter leaps up onto a forleg kindly proffered by his large bronze. A hand on
the straps and he swings himself up onto Aisheth's neckridges. The dragon
croons and turns his head to regard his rider with eye's whirling the slow
purple of devotion.
From the hatching sands, P'tod walks back over from where the newly
impressed are, nodding to Ursa and giving a thumbs up sign; all is well.
Aisheth flies towards the bowl.
Kassima glances over towards the Fort Weyrleaders upon overhearing the
familiar name, but it's brief, distracted; the dragonets have most of her
attention now. "There's the blue at someone..." she murmurs. "Who is it?
Hard t'be telling--"
Lamorna leans over and pokes R'don "So, did you like the graduation feast?"
R'don nods, "Yes the food was wonderful, and so was the company."
From the hatching sands, Alonna turns her head this way and that, trying to
watch everything at once! Suddenly she notices the blue hatchling heading
her way and all her atention is focused on him. Falling to her knees in the
sands Alonna reaches out to touch the hatchling. "Oh Silyath! Yes, I can
hear you my love..I'm sorry I could not hear you before! But I hear you now!
Of course I'll scratch it for you!" Alonna reaches out and scratches a spot
on the blue hatchlins back.
Mirrari laughs and nods to Kichevio, "I'll make you something nice then,
ma'am." she says with a wink and turns a mock-glare on A'rus before being
drawn to the sands, "who did the blue choose?"
From the hatching sands, Saeliena's head lifts for a moment, giving the girl
long enough to mumble a congratulations, before her eyes slip back towards
her feet again. Perhaps she can occupy this time by counting her
toes...anything to keep her mind of the prospect at hand. Impression, and
permanent bondage to the Weyr. Not impression, and...well, nothing.
Leah sighs as she watches P'ter and Aisheth leave, then smiles at the others
and says by way of apology, "A Weyrleader's duty is never done, hm?" She
shrugs slightly and looks back to the hatching eggs, "Oh, now that's a
pretty name! Silyath."
From the hatching sands, Fissures appear within the circles of radiant white
on the Blue Reflection Egg. Splintering outward from there, the cracks bleed
along the softer blues and into the richening purple. It seems as though the
occupant's hard work has finally paid off! The egg begins to fall apart like
stars falling from above, revealing...
Baker's Treat Brown Hatchling
He is anything but uniform in color, his muzzle a bright splotch of hazelnut
tone, rich looking as it fades back to a golden-brown almost the shade of
fresh rolls. His wings and forelegs are a combination of rich brown hues
swirled with lighter, almost white, caressing his wings in dollops and
swirls. Little specks of cinnamon color dot the near-whiteness on his wings,
turning into a warmer nutmeg mottling as it gets down to his body. His neck
and back are a rich, dark, chocolatey color, with small blotches of a
lighter nut-like brown here and there. As it travels down to his haunches,
the color deepens, becoming like hot fudge poured over his legs down to his
feet. As the color travels to his tail, it darkens once more, taking on the
unique color of pumpernickel smeared with melted butter. Creamy lightness
coats the supremely dark brown, warming the otherwise near-black shade with
its warmth. This delectable little brown already shows keen strength,
muscles visible under the multi-colored skin. The light, instead of shining
back as it may with others, instead is almost absorbed, as if the heat of
the sun were being used to bake him.
From the hatching sands, Cascading Dewd Moss Green Hatchling turns her back
towards the candidates and starts away at an angle, when she suddenly senses
something... different in the air here. She turns back around. THERE! The
One. Can it really be...? She slowly walks towards pale hair... slight
build... eyes like her own hide... Yes, that's the one!
From the hatching sands, Pwert steps back with Cheni, sensing her worry by
her body movements, he moves aside as well. Short? Yup. Way too short. But
maybe . . . He manuevers himself a little father back behind Cheni, grinning
while watching the hatchlings.
Herath croons downwards, Kindre ooo-ing in an almost equal tone of voice.
"Silyath? Now that's a nice name!"
"That girl," A'rus replies, pointing to Alona, then ohs as another one
hatches. "A brown! A brown at last! Whoo!"
From the hatching sands, I'sai hastens over to where Alonna kneels by her
Silyath, his pale glance flicking a quick inspection of the hatching - as if
it were at all likely he might have come to harm in so short a time - and
giving them a moment together before reaching for the new weyrling's
shoulder to try and get her attention, encouraging the pair to follow him
off the edge of the sands.
From the hatching sands, Marbled Bronze Egg vibrates indiscernibly with the
humming, movement pushing it away from the rest of the clutch.
Freyath flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Konnevath bugles very loudly as the brown hatches. The one that looks like
the food his lifemate likes so much.
From the hatching sands, White Rock Fingers Egg has arrived.
From the hatching sands, The brightness of hues dancing across the Spiraled
Peach Egg's face quickly begin to fade against the cracks and fractures that
the hatchling inside inflicts. Breaking apart the shell after several
forceful attempts, a blue pushes its way free to the warm Telgar sands. He
nearly crashes into Mirrath in his attempt to find his lifemate, a muted
bugle an attempt at apology, one would guess. Soon, his mission is complete
as he tumbles over a lad from Half Circle. "Oof! Hyth! You need to be more
careful... Oh!"
Freyath wings down, angling for a place to land. She has to hover a bit
before a blue finally moves over to make room.
From the hatching sands, Ryklin grins at Alonna. "Well done!" he notes
briefly, uncertain if she's even heard him, and then he turns to watch
another impression.
R'don asks, "So Lamorna, is this your first hatching?" his attention on the
sands. A grin flickers on his face as the blue Impresses.
From the hatching sands, Cheni gasps as Alonna impresses -right- beside her.
Even more color drains from her face and she steps right behind Pwert, not
close enough to crowd him but he's covering her up to her chest at least.
"Congratulations, Alonna.." She manages to mutter. "Well done, he's handsome
indeed."
From the hatching sands, K'ran's still doing his best to track the hectic
pace of things out on the sands, and he gives Tarien's hand a squeeze when
Alonna goes to her knees in front of that little blue -- "Silyath, she
said," he murmurs.
Lamorna grins at R'don "Great," Then her attention is drawn back to the
sands as the blue impressed "Oh, lucky girl!
From the hatching sands, Corwin lets out a little woot at Alonna and
Silyath's Impression. He looks over at Shawnah. "Did you see that?"
Mirrari eeps and applauds, "Yay Yay!" she calls and oos as the brown
hatches, "Oh now he's a cute one."
Riane cranes her neck to see too, "Finally. Hard to tell from this far
away.. And I've not heard a name yet either - oh, Silyath! Yes, I like it.
The girl's from the Healercraft or something, isn't she? Sin... Sinya..?"
From the hatching sands, Rivaar shows his teeth in a grin when the murky
blue finds Alonna, and he snorts a little laugh when the other new blue,
Hyth, nearly crashes into his own mother.
Kassima repeats, sounding thoughtful, "Silyath and Alonna--I like 'Silyath,'
i'truth. Mmmm. And the green, now, *she's* found her person by the look of it."
"Silyath. And Alonna." Kichevio commits the two names to memory. "She's a
nice girl, if a little...ah, scattered. My best wishes to the
Weyrlingmasters. Oh, and there goes the green--and that brown looks good
enough to eat."
From the hatching sands, Alonna pulls her gaze from Silyath and looks up at
I'sai. "Oh, yes..we have to go..Silyath there is food where we are going!"
She stands up to follow the rider off of the sands. She manages to give
Cheni and Pwert a sort of dazed grin.
From the hatching sands, I'sai heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Marten stares at Alonna and her dragon, pulling his
attention away just in time to step back and keep his distance from another
of the stumbling hatchlings.
Elie clambers down Freyath's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly.
Araneidth warbles his support down to the newly hatched little brown.
Welcome to the world! he seems to say.
From the hatching sands, Elauren's lips curl into a grin as Alonna and her
new lifemate connect. "Congratulations!" she calls out. Although, hearing
her voice echo back at her causes her to clap her hand over her mouth.
From the hatching sands, Alonna heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Pwert gasps as he notices Alonna's hand falling
from his, "Oh shards, Congratulations, Alonna and Silyath!" He watches a
moment as the two walk off, before returning his attention to the more
erratic unimpressed hatchlings. He blinks as Cheni steps behind him, and
offers a small, "Huh?"
From the hatching sands, Tarien beams a bright smile as Alonna Impresses,
and squeezes K'ran's hand once more. "Silyath... nice name, isn't it? And
look, did that green choose?"
From the hatching sands, Silyath heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Shawnah lets out a held breath as the blue chooses,
beaming. She offers no comments, though. More Impressions happen around her,
and another brown emerges, which gets her attention a moment. But that fast
green is still out there, and she glances around again - She's chosen too?
At Corwin's question, she nods to him. "Yep! I can't believe how much I
actually /am/ seeing. I wonder how much I'll remember this time?"
Lamorna leans forward "I wonder who that pretty green is going to impress
too. She's taking her time that's for sure."
Elie unstraps and climbs down Freyath's side. "R'don!" she calls, hurrying
over to where the bluerider is and smiling brightly at him. "Funny meeting
you here," she teases, reaching out to touch his arm. "How are you?"
From the hatching sands, Cheni looks Elauren's way owlishly and giggles
nervously. She explains to Pwert with a sheepish shrug. "Don't want to block
your view." She keeps a safe distance between her and the diminutive candidate.
"That's f'sure," A'rus says with a chuckle, then leans forward and squints
down at the sands. "Who'd the green choose? That's not Bianca, is it?"
Riane nods, "Alonna, ahh. I was thinking of someone else then. Come to think
of it, I think I do recognize her though. Alonna and Silyath." She smiles
softly. "Now if that green'd get around to Impressing.."
Lamorna looks up at the familar voice and waves to Elie "Hello, glad you
could make it."
Brees glances over at A'rus with a grin. "Don't even think that."
From the hatching sands, Bianca goes quite still for a moment, hand going
limp and slipping free of Rivaar's, and for that moment she stares,
open-mouthed, wide-eyed, at the dew green dragonet. Then, in a rush of
movement and a gush of tears and words she reaches down to touch either side
of the hatchling's head with her fingertips. "Ohhhhhhh," she babbles. "Oh,
-Liraneth,- I -am- proud of you. -So- proud of you. L..let's go eat."
Sh'yar says "Hiya Elie!"
Divya waves to the newly arrived 'Reachian. "Hello, Elie! Welcome to the
insanity!"
R'don was just in the process of turning to look around, and grins at her,
"I'm great. Come join us here, a little blue just impressed to some girl.
Alonna and Silyath I think were their names. And it looks like a little
green has chosen as well." He scoots a bit more toward Lamorna and pats the
ground next to him. "have a seat."
From the hatching sands, Those seeming guards that paint themselves along
the face of the Sunset Over Standing Stones Egg can do no more protection
for this oval. The hatchling inside no longer needs them, and despite the
lovely sunset colored around it, it yearns to view the next landscape in its
life. The stress fractures give way enough to let the tail of this
soon-to-be dragon to break free, its talons also gaining ground against the
shell. Another moment passes before this creature is finally free of its
encasement!
Hulking Cerulean Blue Hatchling
Like an incorrectly assembled puzzle, this little hatchling's unshapely form
is made of nothing but odd angles and distorted features. He stumbles and
lurches through his first steps from the shell. Oversized limbs and
elongated wings unfold from an awkward, wiry frame beset with an irregular
rugged guise. Knobby joints, protruding just a little too much, connect the
unwieldy, clumsy limbs, each ending in a prodigious claw. In stark contrast
to the way his young body is put together, the dragonet's hide has a
timeless, deep cerulean cast. Midnight and indigo hues bleed out along the
line of his backbone to dissipate into softer azure colors. These eventually
taper into a quiet, powder blue with tiny silk threads of silver
spider-webbed throughout the mainsails of his wings. An overlong, corkscrew
tail is balanced by a lithe, agile neck that ends in a sharp cuneiform head.
The blue's bulky inelegance belies strength, vigor, and possible future grace.
From the hatching sands, Baker's Treat Brown Hatchling stands there for a
moment, dazed by the experience of hatching. However, he is not halted long,
and begins to look around him, eyeing the white-robed things in a
semi-circle nearby. Undaunted by the little bits of egg still stuck to him,
he begins his trek.
Lamorna points to the sands "Oh look, the green just impressed. Who's the
girl?"
Jascela grins over at A'rus. "Looks like it is." SHe looks back down at the
sands and mmms. "Pretty name."
A'rus seems to choke as he realizes who the girl is. "It *is* Bianca!
Shells, Ara, now we're in trouble..."
From the hatching sands, Rivaar steps back with some surprise, looking
between Bianca and her new lifemate. "See," he laughs, a high happy sound.
"I told you they were lucky! Congratulations, Bianca and Liraneth."
From the hatching sands, White Rock Fingers Egg begins to roll away from its
isolated spot on the sands. The illusion of fingers along its face almost
makes it appear to be clawing itself from its warm cubby. Once just a bit
away from where it sat, it starts to tremble quite visibly. It rocks back
and forth, as well, before coming again to rest. The creature inside seems
to be biding its time, mayhap.
Kichevio winces, just a bit, as Bianca announces her lifemate's name. "Too
late Brees. He thought it. Maybe we can forbid her to speak throughout
weyrlinghood?" She's mostly joking. Probably.
Brees blinks and shakes her head at A'rus. "You say it and it happens.
Bianca on a green." She shakes her head again though there's still a smile
there."Liraneth is a pretty name though."
From the hatching sands, Pwert brightens at Cheni, and smiles at her before
turning back to eggs, "Oh! Thank you Cheni, that's really considerate of
you! Look, Look!" He says in a highpitched voice, "Bianca Impressed!"
From the hatching sands, "And Liraneth," murmurs K'ran, his expression
lighting up as *that* Impression is made, and more eggs crack open.
"Fine-looking bunch."
From the hatching sands, P'tod gives a quick glance to Ursa, nods, and stirs
into motion, striding over to welcome Bianca and Liraneth to weyrlinghood
with a broad smile. "Congratulations, both of you. Liraneth, you said?
That's a very pretty name. She'll be hungry, now. Just follow me, and we'll
get her some food."
Mirrari eeks and bounces, grabbing onto A'rus' arm, "Look look it is
Bianca!" the lass lets out a loud whistle to cheer her former fellow Candidate.
From the hatching sands, Bianca heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, P'tod heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
Sh'yar laughs, "You know Kich I seem to recall a few similar comments when
you impressed."
From the hatching sands, Liraneth heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
Jascela giggles and grins at Brees. "Bianca on a Green is gonna be scary..."
From the hatching sands, Although vaguely square-shaped itself, the Vitreous
Aquamarine Egg is about to yield something decidedly more round and lively.
The imagery of cracks that seemed illusions before become true ones as the
hatchling inside fights its way free. Aquamarine and copper hues quickly
shatter against the force of this creature, the bronze bursting out onto the
sands within a few moments of really trying. A few boys are passed by until
he finds The One! He, having come from Bakercraft, kneels to hug his new
lifemate.
Selandra smiles as the green impresses finally. "She took her time didn't
she." she notes quietly.
A little towhead boy pokes his father in the arm, "Lookit, that girl Bianca
Impressed. You know, the one that I told you sounds like a watchwher when
she gets mad?"
From the hatching sands, Cheni breathes a sigh of relief as Bianca impresses
the green and the blue is off the sands, as well as their new clutchmates.
"Easier when there aren't so many -things- crawling around here." She jumps,
looking over her shoulder and blushes. "Just my hem." In a louder tone, she
calls her congratulations to Bianca.
From the hatching sands, Elauren's hand falls again from her mouth as she
offers less exuberant congratulations, this time to Bianca. She gives a
helpless grin at Cheni's giggle, inching her way a bit closer as room begins
to open in the semi-circle.
"Heheh...yep..." A'rus replies, stealing a glance at Araneidth. The massive
brown seems to gulp. Nope, A'rus didn't have a very good encounter with
Bianca, not at all.
From the hatching sands, Hulking Cerulean Blue Hatchling lets out a sudden
creel, upending in a flutter of wings, talons and tail. One large claw comes
down to crush what's left of his shattered egg as he rights himself. Sand
sticks to cover the wet hide like a coat of unwanted paint. Taking a wobbly
step, he braces himself and gives a thorough, violent shake. The sand sprays
out in a shower that hits anything nearby, including a patch of unlucky
nearby candidates.
Kassima rubs briefly at her forehead, leaving a smear of charcoal there.
"Green for Bianca," she repeats. "I'd have thought a male... but Liraneth's
a lovely name, there's nay denying that. And look, another fine blue!"
From the hatching sands, Saeliena's gaze slides to Bianca. There's a nod of
acknowledgement, and then...her eyes slip towards the brown. There's almost
a hint of a smile to her face as she says, "A brown." Her satisfaction is
evident. However, even this cannot help Saelie's disposition to worry, and
her head drops down again as she resumes her toe-counting.
From the hatching sands, Marbled Bronze Egg jiggles as its occupant attempts
escape with renewed urgency. The egg rotates about its axis, spinning faster
and faster until it begins a rolling-jouncing movement forward.
From the hatching sands, Shawnah beams as that green does /indeed/ choose.
"Hah. I knew she'd Impress." she comments, and then a few other Impressions
are missed as the newest blue emerges. Blink. "Eer.." she says, and after a
thoughtful moment, "What an interesting color."
Brees grins over at Kichevio and laughs. Then she shakes her head with a
another laugh to Jascela. "Can you imagine a proddy Bianca? That would
either be very scary or very funny."
From the hatching sands, Baker's Treat Brown Hatchling begins to walk the
line of Candidates, ever so methodically. Inspecting each one carefully, he
ignores the thrums from dragons in the galleries and the ruckus around him.
The only thing spurring him on to go faster is the persistent rumbly in his
belly.
Cariath flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Lamorna smiles at R'don "Ooh look, it's a blue. He looks kinda clumsy, even
for a hatchling."
From the hatching sands, Marten raises a hand to brush the sand flung from
the blue from his face and robe, spitting out a small bit as he steps back a
bit cautiously.
Kichevio gives Sh'yar a look that by all rights should incinerate the
brownrider where he sits. "Did _not_," she says calmly, then proceeds to
ignore him. So there. "That poor blue. So much for dignity and grace."
Mirrari chuckles and smiles, "Aye aye, very interesting, I'm glad I'm not
riding a male dragon." she says with a wink at A'rus.
Leah turns her head at the sound of a familiar voice and blinks, "Selandra!
I must be blind not to have seen you there." A smile is given to the Fortian
greenrider.
Tarlo climbs down from between Cariath's neck ridges.
From the hatching sands, Cheni tries not to look guilty as she sets Pwert as
a human shield, more or less, in front of her. "Not a problem, I owe you
one." She frowns slightly and her concentration returns back to the
hatchlings and the rolling eggs. The brown's rumbling belly causes her to
chuckle. "Looks like someone is going to be busy."
R'don chuckles. "Gederoth didn't seem that clumsy.. he acted like he knew
everything he was doing. And was not feeling too charitable about eveyrthing
getting in his way." That elicits a loud snort from the big blue.
Riane smiles hesitantly down at the stands. "Good for Bianca! But with the
two of them, the Weyr will never be quiet again." Not that it ever was quiet
in the first place, but that's beside the point. "Ugh, that sand spray can't
be pleasant."
Jascela points down toward the new Blue and grins. "He looks an awful lot
like Tansith did as a hatchling, doesn't he?"
Sh'yar chuckles, "How would you know, I was up here you were down there."
From the hatching sands, Corwin watches Bianca and her lifemate retreat
before watching the happenings in front of him. He gives a quick nod at
Shawnah's comment.
A'rus' face explodes into a burst of red at Mirrari's comment. "D-don't say
that!" he squeaks.
From the hatching sands, Rivaar wipes his palms off on his thighs, and then
squints away as the stone-picture egg's dragon shakes sand everywhere.
Sh'yar waves to the arriving queen.
From the hatching sands, White Rock Fingers Egg starts rocking again, this
time with obviously more force. Like the vision of the crests of
white-capped waves that seem to color it, it begins to roll and crash softly
against the sands. Closer still it comes to the center of the grounds, that
isolated corner left well behind. Cracking sounds precede visible signs of
stress along its face as the creature within tries to free itself.
From the hatching sands, Ryklin blinks as a spray of fine sand comes
flinging in his direction, and he steps back instinctively as it does so.
When he looks over again, it's to catch Bianca departing with her new
lifemate. He looks intrigued, and sends another grin around theose standing
nearby him.
From the hatching sands, Yashira leads one of the new weyrling pairs of the
sands, returning shortly to her post with the weyrling staff and glancing
about again. Her expression's hard to read - pleased, incredulous, hard to
tell.
From the hatching sands, Hulking Cerulean Blue Hatchling stands
confidently--now that he can actually see--and lets out another excited
creel. His corkscrew tail twists up on itself even more as he cranes to look
about and take in everything and everyone all at once. With just a tad too
much enthusiasm, he takes three quick steps forward, only to tangle wing
with claw and go head first into the sand again. Immediately, he bounces
right back up, undaunted and unphased.
Elie sits down next to R'don, quite close to him, actually, and leans
forward to see the sands better. "It looks like a number of them have
already impressed. I'm sorry I missed the beginning! Hatchings are always so
much fun to watch."
From the hatching sands, Saeliena keeps her distance from the group,
satisfied by the large gap between herself and the nearest candidate. As the
brown wanders down the line, she attempts to look disinterested - as if
detaching herself will make her safe from both impressing, and not impressing.
From the hatching sands, K'ran's forced to lift a hand to shield his eyes
against dragonet-flung sand, though it prompts a chuckle from him anyway,
and encourages, "Come on, come on," in tones scarce louder than a whisper as
he continues to watch.
Lamorna grins back at Gederoth and calls out to the blue "I'm sure you were
grace itself."
Brees nods her head over towards Jascela with a laugh. "He does look a lot
like Tansith did. And it looks like he has as much enthusiasm."
From the hatching sands, Inward Spiral Egg has arrived.
From the hatching sands, Cheni tsks as the little blue goes down. "The poor
little thing." Wiping her free hand on her robe, she then wipes off a bed of
sweat from her brow. "Hard enough to walk and think no matter walk and think
and choose all at the same time.
Kichevio further ignores Sh'yar, choosing instead to exhort the blue and
brown impartially. "Go to Cheni. One of you choose Cheni. We need at least
one sane weyrling this time around..."
R'don admits, "This is the first I've seen since my own. Weyrlinghood was so
busy I hardly had time to breathe. Yeah I missed the first Impression
myself, I am not even sure what color the first hatchling was." Lamorna gets
a laugh, "He says, "I know."
Seated on Abrieth, Angharad looks around again, eyes wide, scanning for one
face amongst the group standing so tinily down there.
Sh'yar leans into Gyreventh as the pair remember when they impressed. "You
always did watch where you stepped my love." he says as he scritches the
massive eye ridge."
From the hatching sands, Shawnah gives a little start, stepping back a few
paces as she realizes she's close enough to that brown to actually hear the
rumbling coming from it. "Eesh." she says with a nervous chuckle.. and then
she give another start at the creel and then tumble of the blue. "Aaaw.."
she can't help but says, brows shooting upward in concern.
Lamorna grins at R'don "I'm sorry I missed it. It must have been both scary
and exiting being out there on the sands"
From the hatching sands, Elauren's eyes dart from brown to blue with a
cautious eye. Still, she does show a subtle grin if not for their looks, but
for their determination. "Aye," she agrees, catching wind of Cheni's
commentary. "Determined they are."
From the hatching sands, Like the rain-heavy summer storm that seems to
approach on the surface of the White Hourglass Egg, so does the inevitable
arrival of the hatchling within. Truly like a storm, the egg suddenly begins
to shake and roll, bounce and crack like thunder and lightning erupting
inside. Birthing forth from this storm is a green so pale, she's almost lost
in the illusion of the sands. Glancing along the line of Candidates, she
quickly find her mate in a lad from Benden Hold. "Yes, Benth! I know you're
hungry."
Lamorna leans forward to study the sands "Is there a gold eggs out there?"
Elie nods to R'don. "Yeah, Weyrlinghood is like that. Now that you're a full
rider... well, it's still really busy, but in a different way. Sometimes,
you can actually get away for stuff like this."
Kassima slants an amused, dubious glance towards Kichevio. "Sane Weyrlings
are scarcely any fun," she retorts--primarily in jest; her tone is light.
"But if'n you want a *sane* one, my pick's Elauren for Lysseth's sake; mind
you, Cheni'd be a fine one too. Mayhaps on blue."
From the hatching sands, Pwert giggles happily as he watches the
impressions, and hatchings, "It's great, Cheni!" he still seems to be
oblivious of he true intent of her actions, "Did we walk like that when we
were born Cheni? It's kind of cute. They're pretty brace to keep going
though," as elauren speaks, he nods vigiouriously, "Ya! That's the word,
Determined!" He smiles a the pale green, "Benth! Benth for the Benden lad. I
wonder if she knew where he was from?"
From the hatching sands, Ursa can no longer be impassive, she's busy keeping
track of hatching dragonets and assistants as they start to flow more
frequently towards the barracks.
From the hatching sands, Ryklin mumbles something to a candidate next to
him. It sounds suspiciously like "He'll be fine". His eyes dart back across
teh sands once more, checking, and he grins wryly. at the end of that
glance. Eyes forwards now, watching those dragonets with an air of casual
caution.
From the hatching sands, P'tod steps back out of the tunnel and onto the
sands. He nods cheerfully to Ursa, grinning with the infectious excitement
of the whole event. "Wow, looks like I missed a lot."
Riane glances over with a grin, "I'm with you, Kich. Yrinth Searched her, so
my marks are on her Impressing. Well, if we were putting marks on it, they'd
be."
From the hatching sands, Hulking Cerulean Blue Hatchling manages to get his
unwieldy limbs under enough control to move him toward the closest small
batch of candidates. Like an energetic puppy, he bounds around them, scaring
a pair of small, tow-headed boys into squealing and clinging to each other.
Dismissing this pair, he moves down the line in small hops, sniffing at all
the others in turn. He blurts a worried trumpet call before suddenly
whirling 180 degrees. His tail flings sand back at the candidates he's just
past over, and he bounds toward a new set of candidates that look even more
promising.
Kichevio laughs, nodding in agreement with her Wingleader. "Elauren's got a
good head on her shoulders--and I never doubt Lysseth's taste in these
matters. But Saulith is very fond of Cheni, so I have to root for her above
all." Saulith herself just keeps humming, craning her neck to peer down at
the roving hatchlings.
Tarlo waves to those who wave to her, giving Cariath a fond slap as the
dragon adds her voice to the humming. She makes her way to her fellow Telgari.
From the hatching sands, Cheni chuckles in nervous sympathy at Shawnah's
start. "Sort of puts one on edge, doesn't it." She does a one hop leap to
the left and bursts out into giggles. "No, Pwert, you've seen babies before,
they aren't smart as dragons, they can't walk. and Benth? Close enough, bet
the Hold is proud. Oh, has anyone seen Lord Braddle? He's not hard to miss."
"Oooh!" She jumps as the blue comes more in their direction again and leaps
over to the right.
Divya chuckles and says, "All of the hatchlings seem to be taking their time
today. I hope they don't take this long to learn their lessons once they
begin tomorrow, or the Weyrlingmasters will be tearing out their hair."
From the hatching sands, Baker's Treat Brown Hatchling travels on down the
line, never once swayed by anything else. He makes it almost all the way to
the end, before he feels something. Looking up, he finds a pair of rich,
warm brown eyes, belonging to a rather tall Candidate. Hrm. Looking again,
the brown nods, almost as if he's made up his mind. With no further ado, he
gazes up and locks eyes. This is *the one.*
From the hatching sands, Ryklin flings up an arm this time, but can't help
grinning at the blues antics. his foot is sent backwards again as he
maintains his balance.
From the hatching sands, Inward Spiral Egg quivers a little more visibly,
now that so many of its clutchmates have hatched, carnation and yellow
glimmering dully among the brighter blue and violet that dominate its shell.
Minute flecks of peach fall free, lost among the sands as it taps into its
neighbor, the erratic rhythm of some carefree heart.
A'rus leans forward again, so much that he almost is in danger of toppling
down to the sands. "I think the brown chose!" he announces to nobody in
particular.
Lamorna tugs on R'don's sleave "Look, the brown impressed!"
From the hatching sands, Elauren grins at Pwert's battery of questions, her
eyes averting ever so briefly towards him. She does inch a little closer to
them so as to hear them better. But even as the blue and the brown
hatchlings investigate some of her fellow candidates, she pauses in her tracks.
Kassima grants amiably enough, "That's making sense t'me; I like Cheni all
right m'self, I just have t'be rooting foremost for Lysseth's choices. Has
that brown finally found the one right for him? And g'day, there, Tarlo."
Brees glances over at A'rus and laughs softly shaking her head. "You're not
going to see any better by falling off the ledge, A'rus."
Elie bounces a bit in her place. "Who? Who'd he pick? I can't see."
Mirrari leans forward as well, "Who'd he pick, Mars, who who!" she says
urgently/
From the hatching sands, Seeming to glare at the sands since being birthed,
the Blue Eye Egg now seems to almost blink at them. The creature who was
warmed within for so long now apparently yearns to be free! With several
marked attempts to crack its encasement, it triumphs! A lovely green rolls
out from what is left of her shell and, like the egg, seems to stare down
the Candidates. Receiving an almost defiant stare back from one girl in
particular, the green heads directly for her. "Oeth! My lovely Oeth," she
cries before being led away by the Weyrlingmaster.
Jascela giggles at A'rus. "Careful there, Mars! Its a long drop to the sands!"
R'don chuckles, leaning over to look past Lamorna to Divya. "They just want
to be sure they're making the right decision. I won't ask what a pain we
were at the time.. Hm?" He looks back at the sands and nods, "I guess he
finally is... who's he going for? Elie can you see? Oh nevermind, I guess
not," he gives her a grin.
From the hatching sands, Tarien watches all the activity, still wide-eyed,
with Mirrath crooning warmly as she watches her offspring find their mates.
"I forgot how fast it goes," she asides to K'ran, her smile wry.
Tarlo looks over. "Who're these? Ista's weyrlings?" she offers Brees a
smile. "Weyrlingmaster. Pass my greetings on to Fluria, would you?" she
requests cheerfully before going back to the Hatching below. "Oh,
excellent!" she cheers at the latest green Impression.
A'rus grins innocently over to Brees. "I might," he offers, joking, then
adds to Jascela, "Maybe I can fly, too." Wink.
Mirrari looks back and does a wave-salute to Tarlo, "Ista's duties, ma'am!"
she says cheerfully.
From the hatching sands, R'yk blinks, and stops, the weight on his leg
bringing him down on one knee as his eyes are caught by the most perfect
being imaginable. "Aw gee Yariath. I'm listening. Let me get that for you."
the notes reaching out to find and ease the twitching itching skin of his
new lifemate.
Kichevio is beckoning Tarlo over even as she leans perilously near the
ledge's edge, trying to get a better view. "Just _once_, I wish they'd pick
someone who's standing in the very middle of the Sands, for the audience's
sake. He'd better have picked Cheni, or Elauren, or possibly
Shawnah...Ryklin. Well, that'll do too, I suppose. Flan will have kittens."
That said, she can cheer.
From the hatching sands, Like the soft waves that dance along it's face, the
Marbled Bronze eggs seems to be wavering in its solidity. Not cracking just
yet, the strains are easily visible along the shard in the forms of what
might be considered stretches. Finally, that one loud *crack!* echoes across
the sands, the hatchling within quite finished toying around. Within a few
moments the soothing hues of pink and bronze give way to that of this
creature...
Lush Hillside Green Hatchling
Hills of verdant emerald latticed with rivers of pale teal arc up her flanks
toward her back, the lush brilliance pierced here and there by mossy
green-grey outcrops that stud her neckridges and shoulders. The latter hue
gathers about her slender and vaguely feline muzzle as an earthy spike, and
only a whorl of milky jade beneath her right eye punctuates the caliginous
malachite. Those veins of teal leap out in sharp relief along the ephemera
of wingsails, spreading out in streaks of dizzy color that echo the gilt
patterns of her sire's wings -- but here and there, dancing down from her
shoulders to her wings' leading edges, lie touches of fiery amber that could
have been lifted directly from her dam. Emerald regains its strength further
down her back and along her belly, and the length of her tail could be a cut
jewel struck with motes of cornsilk dawn.
From the hatching sands, Shawnah chuckles nervously. "But it's good to be on
edge right now, right?" and then she also jumps to the side as Cheni does.
"What?" she asks, and glances to where the blue has suddenly made a turn
back toard them. Eep. Ryklin's Impression is missed in that, as well as more
dragons hatching.
"It's him," A'rus says in response to Mirrari, pointing at Ryklin. "I don't
know who he is, though..."
From the hatching sands, Rivaar had been watching Ryklin, and now cracks a
wide smile as he watches him Impress. He hollers a congratulations, a hand
cupped to the side of his mouth.
From the hatching sands, Ursa steps forward as R'yk impresses. She pauses to
touch him briefly on the shoulder. "This way," she urges, her voice
surprisingly gentle. "What you need is in here..."
Brees nods her head over to Tarlo with a smile. "I will. And Ista's duties."
She shakes her head over at A'rus. "I don't want to have to tell her that I
let one of the weyrlings fall off the ledge as well." Then she grins down.
"Yariath. That's a good name. Is that Ryklin? Or rather was. He stood with
you didn't he Livia?"
From the hatching sands, Hulking Cerulean Blue Hatchling reaches the
candidates only after catching a piece of one of the many broken shells on
his left back claw. Taking a distracted moment to try and shake it loose, he
succeeds in losing his balance again. Face first, he falls right in among
the throng of nearby white-robed youngsters. The snub of his nose just bumps
Rivaar, knocking the mop-headed blonde boy onto his rump as well.
From the hatching sands, K'ran seems shaken from a reverie by Tarien's
words, and he tips a small and sheepish smile toward her, away from the
sands, as he confesses, "First time watching one of these that I felt like I
was back in the middle of it again. Time stand still."
From the hatching sands, Ursa heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
Mirrari eeks and chuckles, "Oh Faranth - it would have been really hard to
tell them apart if they had both gotten bronze, don't you think, Kichevio,
ma'am?"
Divya shakes her head and says, "I can't tell who she chose, and Konnevath
is too busy admiring Lysseth to notice for himself."
Araneidth bugles a congratulations to the little brown. Brown pride!
J'nas takes his turn to lean closer to the edge now. "Isn't he R'tran's
brother or something?"
Jascela turns toward Tarlo and snaps her a salute. "Yes Ma'am. I'm Jascela,
Blue Tansith's."
From the hatching sands, Cat's Paw Egg has arrived.
From the hatching sands, Cheni laughs and calls out. "Oh well done, Ryklin,
R'yk, R'lin, eer, you know who you are. Well done indeed." She blinks as the
blue is impressed and shivers. "Shells, happens so fast you got no way of
backing out if you wanted to."
From the hatching sands, Pwert gasps, and jumps up and down twice, and
glances over his shoulder at Cheni, "Look! Look. Ryklin impressed a brown!
Way to go Ryklin!" He confides however, "Though, he would've looked cute on
a green." he adds with a smile. He moves back a bit as the blue wanders
around, bumping into Cheni again, "Sorry." and to the newly hatched pairs,
"Congratulations!"
From the hatching sands, R'yk looks up, reluctantly as Ursa nears, and nods.
"Sure." as he's herded off.
From the hatching sands, R'yk heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
Livia grins faintly, an approving nod for the brown's impression, and ahs at
her name, turning her attention away from the sands to nod to Brees, "Aye.
Stood on the Igen sands with him, didn't we, Hicerth?"
From the hatching sands, P'tod purses his lips slightly when he sees Ryklin
impress, but only gives the merest shake of his head, and no comment. He
turns 'round when he hears another egg cracking and smiles in admiration of
the newest green. "She's a pretty one, let's see who she'll find," he
murmurs to himself.
Talisha shadows her eyes with one hand, peering down at the sands. "Was that
Ryklin?" she wonders, peering at the newly-made weyrling with his brown. "It
was. Now Edris will have to wait a few turns to kiss him."
Lamorna bounces excitedly "Oo, this is so fun. Oops, I think the blue
impressed too.
From the hatching sands, Yariath heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, N'var tenses noticeably. The Weyrleader even takes
a step forward, the motion immediately halted however. Instead he stands
taut and nervous, watching.
Tarlo says "Mirrari, congratulations! I heard about your Impression,
congratulations to all of you. Oh, was that Ryklin...? Flan will be so
pleased!"
Riane claps, "Ryklin, good! R'yk. Yeah, R'tran's brother. Both Flannery's."
Leah hmmms at J'nas, "R'tran has a brother? Oh, right. Yes, he has a
brother..." She peers down onto the Sands, "I don't know, does it look like
R'tran." She turns to look at Riane, "Oh, it is? Excellent, we'll have to
get word to him immediately."
From the hatching sands, R'var's voice takes on a high note, blended into a
yelp when he falls down. "What'djoo have to go and do that for, Firianth?"
he laughs, and brushes some shells off his lifemate, beaming at the dragonet
adoringly. "Of course I can see you! Let's get out of here."
From the hatching sands, Elauren raises her hands in congratultory clap for
R'yk. She grins at Cheni's comment. "Aye, goes too fast."
From the hatching sands, Marten blinks as he watches the latest green hatch.
"Wow," he murmurs, the most vocal he's been able to make himself so far.
A'rus blinks, peeking down at the Telgari weyrleader. "What's wrong with
him...?"
From the hatching sands, Tarien gasps involuntarily and yanks on K'ran's
hand as Rivaar's knocked into the sands by that blue. "Oh, shards and
shells. I'll never let him hear the end of this, he Impressed from the
clutch that came out of his big sister's dragons butt!"
From the hatching sands, Saeliena glances between Rivaar and Ryklin, a vague
smile on her face. "Congratulations," she mumbles, with a nod of
acknowledgement. Gaze shifting, she spots the green. Lovely thing she is,
certainly, but rationale kicks in at a key moment. Far too girly.
Kichevio rolls her eyes right up to the ceiling at the very thought. "Ryklin
and Rytran both on bronzes. The Holds would never let them within miles.
Bronze and brown work better. Though green is still best. Yariath and R'yk.
Faranth save the Weyr--and oh shards, Rivaar just Impressed that blue."
From the hatching sands, The White Rock Fingers Egg can no longer claim its
solitude among its clutchmates. The hatchling inside has made great strides
to be free, as is clearly evidenced by the many cracks dancing on its face.
Even the imagery of the fingers seems to be working against the oval - the
appendages appear to be pulling away, taking the shell with them. If that
were not enough, surely the talons ripping through help break this
encasement as the creature within breaks free of the fingers' grasp.
Midnight Scathed Blue Hatchling
His hide is a swirling mirage of sweeping glacial winds -- frozen blues and
rustically wind-worn shadows of night-bathed pewter that have been honed
into a fragile blue dragonet. His short, pudgy little frame and immensely
over-proportioned wingsails add to that unmarrable glint of endearment
shining in his red-violet eyes. Icy wisps of oceanic blue ripple in gentle
wavelets over his roughly patterned hide. Black-etched streaks of
pewter-grey that waver under the rich blue hide make this small dragonet
look as if he's been molded and tenderly shaped within his egg. Intense
underlying currents of joy seem to jolt through this hatchling -- every turn
of the muzzle, curl of his tail or movements of his half-furled wings --
nothing but a sheer sense of spirit motivating his diminutive form. He
regards all around him with an infathomable sense of curiousity and naive
youthfulness. Precariously wobbling away from his broken shell, hugely
rounded eyes glinting with an inner mirth...He MUST explore this wonderful
new world...and find a playmate!
From the hatching sands, Yashira steps forward, heading toward R'var and
Firianth. "Come along - follow me now. Congratulations," she tells the new
pair.
Selandra smiles. "Yes, that one was bothering my daughter." she notes
quietly, but can't help grinning at the lads impression either. "Lucky him."
Telgar Weyr> P'tod says, "Wow, blue central! This is great :)"
"Yariath," Kassima repeats, glancing towards Tarlo. "What does Cariath make
of that name? Sounds a fine one t'me, and Flannery will doubtless be nay end
of proud with a second son on a dragon. --Ach, Divya! He has taste in
greens, though whether I should be surprised given that she's glowing
again... and how's *that* for timing, I ask you. Right a'fore a Hatching.
Bloody wench."
From the hatching sands, The tiny sparkles of red and orange begin to grow
on the face of the Dragons Wings Egg as the hatchling inside begins to push
at its encasement. The pastels, too, that seem to be a dragon's wing spread
out begin to stretch their length until the oval itself finally shatters
apart. Left in this wake of shards is a large blue who seems surprised to be
free so easily. Walking the length of the Candidates twice, he finally stops
before a young woman hailing out of Greystones Hold and the lifemates are made.
J'nas shakes his head as he pulls away from the edge. "I hope for the lasses
sakes that he isn't as bad as Ry."
Leah turns to Selandra, curious, "Which daughter?"
From the hatching sands, Lush Hillside Green Hatchling balances on her head
and neck, hind feet claw at the air as she surveys the strange figures in
her field of vision, every single one upside -down-. Something wasn't
right...But she cannot defy the law of gravity for long, and the weight of
hind feet and tail pull her right side up, momentum rolling her along the
curve of her back so that she's sitting on her haunches. With a faint cheep,
the dragon blinks rapidly, reorienting itself. This was so much better!
R'don whistles softly at the newly arrived blue. "That's a fine looking blue."
From the hatching sands, Yashira heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Cat's Paw Egg twitches in its warm hollow of sand,
just enough to possibly catch attention, but not enough to do more than send
a few rivulets of sand running away from its base.
From the hatching sands, Hulking Cerulean Blue Hatchling heads off towards
the bowl on the way to the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Cheni jumps back as Pwert bumps into her. "Green?
Oh that would have been rich, rich indeed. No, brown, of course what else.."
R'var's impression brings tears to her eyes, her nerves stretched taut.
"Shells, they are popping out everywhere. I can't keep track. I wonder what
R'var thinks about his sister's butt now."
Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "We've been in a blue depression. This is a good
thing. :)"
Lamorna grins "Oh! Another green. Hey have there been bronzes or have I just
missed them?"
Elie nods agreement. "It really is, and Freyath," she's interrupted by a
croon from her dragon, "rather admires him too." Elie giggles.
A'rus shakes his head over to Lamorna. "Only one bronze, ma'am," he replies.
"Didn't recognize the kid he impressed to. The rest of 'em have been green
and blue. And that one brown."
Telgar Weyr> P'tod says, "A /wonderful/ thing, if they stick around. It's
always so sad when there aren't enough blues."
Telgar Weyr> Kassima is thrilled by all the blues. :)
Lamorna looks over at Elie "Hmm? I beg your pardon?"
Divya looks over to Konnevath and notices him watching just Lysseth now. She
laughs faintly and says, "It could be worse. She could be glowing when a
queen was about to go up?"
From the hatching sands, Inward Spiral Egg all of a sudden goes still - but
its tapping increases, more confidently now, and this time from within. A
dark line begins to shadow the stripe of blue, edging slowly, so slowly from
the egg's base towards its tip, as if the creature inside had all the time
in the world before all those waiting eyes.
R'don nods to Lamorna, "One at least since I've been here." Elie's comment
gets achuckle, and he glances back over his shoulder at the green. "Wonder
why?" he asks teasing.
From the hatching sands, R'var shoots a grin at his dragon, and then looks
over his shoulder, scanning, briefly, for his father. Then, his clumsy beast
in tow, he jogs off toward Yashira and out, glancing back for his lifemate.
From the hatching sands, R'var heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, K'ran bites down a laugh, though he does wonder of
Tarien, "How long, do you think, before Ursa'll let you in to gloat?"
Elie sticks her tongue out at R'don. "I suppose there's no accounting for
taste!"
From the hatching sands, Saeliena chuckles faintly as the green tips over,
but the noise is weak, at best. Her body tenses as, at the precise moment
she looks at it, her favorite egg moves. Or seems to, at least. "Shards and
shells," the girl comments, intelligent comments seemingly lost.
Lamorna nods at A'rus "Thanks, I was wondering I had gone blind."
From the hatching sands, Shawnah blinks. "Ryklin what?" she asks, and spins
away from watching the blue, missing Rivaar's Impression as well. "Oooh
boy." she says with another laughs, and a shake of her head. And then she
turns to find out where that blue went, and blinks at Rivaar on his rump.
"Well then!"
From the hatching sands, Nimiriel closes her eyes at R'var's Impression, and
squeezes N'var's hand. "Oh my. Well."
From the hatching sands, Midnight Scathed Blue Hatchling takes a moment to
survey the sands. Mirth-filled eyes gauge his fellow clutchmates trying to
find their partners. Those close enough to see him might be swayed into
thinking he was giving them a checking-over - being sure they are on the
right paths just in case his help might be needed. This does not consume him
too long, however, as he turns to regard those in the white robes with a
curious and almost tranquil expression.
A'rus drops down into Araneidth's Comfy Couch and disappears.
Araneidth crawls down into Araneidth's Comfy Couch, wriggling his behind to
get comfy.
Kichevio sounds like she's predicting a minor sort of apocalypse. "Kiani,
Tarien, R'var...Nim's children are going to take over Pern."
Elie overhears something, and looks over at Kichevio. "That's one of
Nimiriel's children?"
Tarlo darts her eyes sidelong and then grins at Kassima. "You know her.
She'll make it all about her. She says it's a fitting enough homage."
Lamorna looks over at Elie and R'don "Why so few bronzes?"
Divya chuckles and says, "Better than Kassima's children taking over. Or
Rilsa's. I don't think Nimriel's are as evil."
From the hatching sands, Lush Hillside Green Hatchling schlups about the
outskirts of the white things, head swaying this way and that. What was that
smell over there? Oh, but that covering on the white thing's foot was even
more interesting. Head lowered, she creeps toward an unsuspecting
candidate's sandal. Perhaps it was edible?
"I'm thinking that Ista's claimed dibs on green-gold dual flights," Kassima
drawls. "I still remember that one of Tabith and Neith... oh, was that Nim's
son, Kich? Huh. Guess 'twas. I've nay met the lad, m'self. Handsome blue he
got, though." She can't help but grin back at Tarlo. "Mayhaps someday he'll
catch her," she teases, "and they can have an entire clutch of dragons whose
names end in -ariath! Only one needs t'be 'Kariath,' y'know. For the K-Team."
Jascela giggles quietly at Divya's comment.
From the hatching sands, Pwert rubs his head carefully, look quite confused,
"Probably that it's his sister's butt. What else would he think?" he shakes
his head again, calling out his congradulations as well. "He's calm - I
think. D'you think he's safe?" he says, gesturing to the blue.
Elie shrugs her shoulders. "Maybe Telgar needs blues. There do seem to be
quite a few of them."
From the hatching sands, Cheni giggles as she notices Lush Hillside right
herself up. "Not easy, I am sure, when you've been cramped up like that in a
shell to figure out which way is up." As an assistant weyrlingmaster walks
behind her, causing a slight breeze against her legs, she startles and lands
beside Pwert. "You doing alright?" She meant to do that, really she did.
From the hatching sands, Elauren's gaze falls upon the blue hatchling,
pointing and nudging someone absently nearby. "Look, he's a bit gangly, but
color's nice," she remarks with a faint smile.
From the hatching sands, Tarien grins at K'ran and shrugs, "Soon, I hope!
very very soon."
Brees giggles softly and leans a bit closer to Jascela to comment. "Can you
picture Kay taking over the world? I'm sure Pheirth would share all the nice
dirt with Maddie at least."
Selandra nods back at Leah. "Rulana. she spent a lot of time in his company
whilst she was standing at Igen..."
Lamorna nods back at Elie "I guess so. Greens too I looks like."
From the hatching sands, Yashira emerges from the barracks, expression
inscrutable as she lopes back toward her place.
Elie grins. "Well, that's all to the good!"
From the hatching sands, N'var takes several moments to relax, if he truly
does. His grin is a little too wide, a little too startled. "Blue. Did you
see?" A blink, and he refocuses on the dragonets on the sand. Linking his
hand with Nimiriel's, he stands quiet.
Kichevio has been asked a serious question in the middle of chaos, and so
must struggle to put together a coherent answer. "I think so. He's Tarien's
brother, and has some of Nim's features, so it's an educated guess. Though I
grant that Nim's children will only be taking over until Kassi's children
are old enough to make a bid. Kaylira's already started, right Kassi?"
From the hatching sands, Cat's Paw Egg twitches again, cracks starting to
spread across it's surface, and this time, it rolls out of its warm hollow
of sand. It gets about halfway over before it stops again and rests,
shivering from the assault that the dragonet inside is waging.
From the hatching sands, Midnight Scathed Blue Hatchling takes several steps
closer to those in the white garb. The frosty hues that envelop his blue
form begin to look less liquid and more real as his hide dries in the heat
of the hatching grounds. He is the picture of composure, even at this early
stage of his outside life. Each face of the gathered Candidates is studied,
if briefly. Then there's *something* that draws his attention. A voice?
Someone's eyes? There is definitely someone here...but where exactly?
Despite the realization that someone needs him, he remains calm and patient,
continuing with his pondering.
From the hatching sands, While a small egg itself, the Encroaching Tendrils
Egg begins to rock as though the biggest bronze were held inside. The
iridescent shades of blue and purple seem to pulse with each movement of the
creature within. Breaking the lovely hues image is a stark green tail,
quickly followed by the rest of the green hatchling. She makes her way to
the Candidates and chooses a young lady from Telgar Hold. "Oh course,
Miruth! Let's get you something to eat," cries the girl.
From the hatching sands, Cheni shrugs and reaches for Pwert's hand to
reassure him. "Is there anything safe on the sands?" She speaks serenely.
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon enough."
From the hatching sands, Marten coughs gently as he looks over at the
sandal-gnawing green, wiggling his bare toes with relief. "Serve's em
right," he mumbles.
From the hatching sands, Makran feet seem to be getting used to the heat now
- at least slightly. He's not shuffling as much, instead his eyes trace
across the caverns, following the various dragonets as they find their
life-mates. He smiles after R'var and a couple of candidates he knows who've
impressed, but doesn't move from his spot.
From the hatching sands, Corwin reaches up to wipe a trickle of sweat away
from his brow. He watches the goings on around him with much interest.
Kiasth flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
From the hatching sands, Cheni nods firmly to Marten, tsking as she looks at
the errant candidate's feet and then to her own bare toes.
From the hatching sands, Saeliena stares down at her bare feet once more,
resuming her counting. There's still ten of those things down there...maybe
next time there won't be? The loner shrugs to herself, languidly sliding one
leg away from her body in a stretch. She's calm - form the moment.
B'zior drops to the ground from Kiasth's back.
Kassima blows a raspberry at Divya, simply because she can, then nods
enthusiastically to Kich: "I'truth and deed! Even if'n she *never writes*,
the evil minx, and seems t'hide somewhere whenever I get t'Ista. And Khari,
y'know, she isn't Impressed but she's making a wonderful life of it as an
artist now."
From the hatching sands, K'ran shakes his head minutely, now, echoing a
dragonet's announced name again: "Miruth," he repeats, even as he angles a
glance up over his shoulder toward the clutch dam.
Brees grins and waves to B'zior at a soft croon to Kiasth from Madieth.
"Just give 'em all a general salute, and you can stop worrying about it,
B'zior." Then it's back to peering down.
From the hatching sands, Elauren grunts as the green nips at a candidate's
sandals. "No wonder that one's not bouncing around like a fool with the rest
of us. Sandals!"
Divya gleefully sticks her tongue out at Kassima. Mature behavior, yes?
"Speak of truth! How could any child of yours or Rilsa's /not/ be evil? It's
not an insult, but simple truth! It's what makes the two of you so scary!"
From the hatching sands, Mirrath rumbles smugly at that, and reaches over to
nuzzle lovingly at Indrath before she turns to watch some more.
Lamorna watches Sh'yar leave and frowns slightly as she nudges R'don "Err,
could I get a lift back to High Reaches."
From the hatching sands, Lush Hillside Green Hatchling nudges a sandal
gingerly then clamps her teeth down hard on its edge, narrowly missing the
toe. Her efforts are greeted by a yelp and a -very- unpleasant taste in her
mouth. Houghing, the green shakes her head vigorously and galumphs away,
stumbling slightly since those back feet seem so much longer than the front
ones.
"Now?" Elie blinks a little bit at Lamorna. "In the middle of the hatching?"
From the hatching sands, Midnight Scathed Blue Hatchling has gotten himself
within a couple of feet of the semi-circle. He obviously poses no threat to
them, as he keeps his distance and simply paces along the line. Back and
forth, back and forth...he certainly seems to be taking his time at this.
That *someone* is still here. He is apparently missing that one piece of the
puzzle to help reveal just who that special human is. While he is waiting to
feel that click, he turns again to check the progress of his clutchmates and
newly paired weyrlings. Yes, that's just how I thought it would turn out.
Oh, now there were certainly meant for each other... It is almost as if you
can read his exact thoughts just by watching his expression. Time, however,
is of the essence and he needs to get his own partner! He takes up his path
along the semi-circle yet again.
Lamorna shakes her head at Elie "No no, of course not. After it's over." She
blushes slightly at the misunderstanding.
Kichevio chuckles. "And if Keveris ever gets over his dislike of mess and
fuss, he'll be next. I can see him on a dragon of almost any color."
Saulith's croon rises into a trill that sounds almost like laughter as that
little green chooses the wrong thing to taste.
Elie nods. "One of us will take you back then, no worries."
From the hatching sands, As the periwinkle hues cut the Inward Spiral Egg so
neatly from top to bottom, so does what will be the final draw to this egg's
existence. The hatchling inside has done just enough, it seems, to get
itself free. The neat line continues to split and widen, leaving more and
more room for talons to peek through and pull apart. A brown tail peeks up
from the very top and helps finish things off. The egg splits neatly and its
hatchling is free!
Churning Golden Hay Brown Hatchling
A faint rustle of wings heralds the arrival of this richly shaded dragonet -
a soft whisper of sound like that of the breeze dancing over a field of hay.
Complete serenity lies in the thick, churning shade of sun kissed golden
brown of his hide. A luxuriously heat-crisped brown sweeps over his more
prominent features--darkening his talons, headknobs and the slender lengths
of both his wingspars as if a calm summer day under the shade of a skybroom
tree were painted upon his very hide. Flowing as a field of swaying golden
hay does in a brisk wind, the perfect hue is lightened to a gentle
honey-brown on his belly and thin, translucent wingsails. Seeming to dance
fluidly from his shattered egg, this dragonet croons melodically to the
glare of white robes that surround him. His tail ripples and curls in an
intricate ballet behind him as his brightly glinting red eyes regard
everything around him with a newborn sense of wonderment. Similarly, as
curiosity killed the feline, he dances forward with a carefree air, already
attaining a felinic grace that is more oft than not only found in flight.
Surely there is someone who wants to dance with him.
From the hatching sands, Eight Burst Egg has arrived.
R'don looks at Lamorna with surprise as well, then nods with a laugh. "Of
course. I was like.. you're just gonna have to wait.."
B'zior waves to Brees, then stops, and salutes. Did she almost trick him? He
recognizes a few other riders, and after he seems to have given the whole
gang a salute, begins to smile and wave to them, even if they happen to not
see him. He makes his way over to Brees, and waves to Mirrari and Jascela.
Lamorna blushes even deeper and quickly returns her gaze to the sands "Ooh
another brown!"
Jascela grins and waves to B'zior. "Hey Belz! Come join us?"
Mirrari smiles and waves to B'zior, "Heyla Belz!" she calls.
From the hatching sands, The blue-green cloak hugging the base of the
Windtossed Cloak Egg seems to wave from some undeterminable breeze. Almost
humorously so, three legs break through the bottom of the oval and begin to
walk it towards the Candidates. Not able to carry the weight for long, the
egg topples over and shatters, revealing a blue hatchling similar in color
to the cloak its egg boasted. Finding his mate in a young man from Lemos
Hold, the pair follow the Weyrlingmaster's staff to the barracks.
Kassima makes an audible harumph sound at Divya, but seems more amused than
anything. "I can spawn non-evil children! Just look at Kisai! Who enjoys
deafening the Weyr with that drum and whistle Is gave her. All right,
mayhaps nay Kisai. But Kim and Ky, who... well, get into fistfights with
other weyrbrats, so mayhaps you shouldn't look at 'em either... all right, I
give up. Pshh, Kich, 'tisn't that he minds fuss of a *kind*. He loves
fussing with numbers. M'self, I could see him on blue, but I'm nay sure he's
interested in riding."
From the hatching sands, Shawnah sends a raised brow to the candidate in
question, and can't help but smirk. "That'll teach her.." she mutters, eying
the green to see where she might go next, and then sending a quick glance
around the sands. The blue, so calmly stalking the candidate line, gets a
nervous glance, and then the burting open of another egg attracts her
attention, and she peers across the sands at the newest brown.
From the hatching sands, Elauren quirks her eyebrows curiously as she now
gazes again at the blue. "I reckon he's thinking or something." The chipping
and crckling of eggshells does draw her attention briefly away, however.
"Nice brown," she murmers.
From the hatching sands, Cheni breathes a relieved sigh as the green decides
the sandal isn't to her liking. She shakes her head in sympathy at the poor
candidate and whispers to Pwert. "-Now- I see why they don't want us wearing
those things in here." The Midnight blue is making her clearly nervous and
she makes a rude noise. "Oh do hurry up and decide, I feel like I'm a bubbly
on a tray after the children are let out of harper's classes for the day."
She calls out a belated, "Well done!" to the Lemos weyrling.
Riane eyes the sandal-nipping green, "Well, are you going to pick someone or
not?" she wonders, though her tone is soft. "Did someone just Impress? No,
one just hatched, and - Hatchings always seem so chaotic."
From the hatching sands, Saeliena's eyes are latched firmly upon the cat's
paw egg. This is her favorite...certainly, if she is to impress, the
occupant will be the one for her. There's a slight sigh, as she slips back
into her anxious state. "I won't impress, I won't impress," is her ritual
chant.
R'don points, "Look, another blue and a brown too. This is really a fine
looking clutch, though there havent' been many bronzes. The dragons know
what they need though, I have heard. Maybe they've got enough bigger dragons
and need more quick small dragons here at Telgar," he murmurs the last bit
to Elie.
"So he'll be the first dragonriding archivist." Kichevio happily plans out
the future of everyone elses' children. "Kira wants to be the first
dragonriding Baker."
From the hatching sands, Lush Hillside Green Hatchling lashes her tail
agitatedly as things seem to be quite more complicated than she'd originally
thought. Faceted eyes swirling, she gazes forlornly about, body swaying with
hunger, until a glint of blue-green on blonde tresses catches her eye.
Stumbling over, she peers up at the gray-eyed candidate.
Brees grins over at Kichevio and laughs. "She also wants to ride bronze."
Then she glances down to the sand. "Did that green choose?"
Kichevio almost falls off the ledge again, only her firm grip on one of
Saulith's straps keeping her anchored. "I _think_ the green just chose
Shawnah. I hope I hope I hope..."
From the hatching sands, Churning Golden Hay Brown Hatchling continues to
peer unfocusedly around at him, his 'dance' briefly stalled in favor of
surveying not just candidates but ... something in his peripheral vision.
The Lush Hillside Green? No, she's moved on. He bats at whatever-it-is
instinctively, only to find that paw intersecting his very own tail! and
squalls more in surprise than dismay, head tilting from it to his
slightly-older brother. Fix it.
Lamorna looks curiously at R'don "How do the dragon's know what they need?"
Kassima chortles at that, but points out, "Nay the first--Miritha's surely
close enough t'be called a dragonriding archivist! Mayhaps Kris would be
happy following in her footsteps... I could just see him, drafting up the
charts and trees and recording all the history. But there may be
dragonriding Bakers already in a sense. Ceria, y'know, she was a
Journeywoman when she Impressed! But I don't know if'n she bakes much
anymore. I'll tell you, I'm glad t'see the clutch seems bronze-light. We
could use such a supply of good, nimble blues." She peers out Sands-wards.
"Shawnah on green? Huh. 'Twould nay have figured that, but she'd do right by
it, if'n 'tis so...."
From the hatching sands, Pwert nods empathicly at Cheni, "That's for sure. I
never knew a sandal could be so dangerous." he looks around at the eggs,
considering how many are running on full and how many are running on empty,
"There won't be many more sandal-creepers, soon, huh, Cheni?"
From the hatching sands, L'han glances about at the remaining candidates
with an unabashed smile, then crouches to a shivering Holder boy, murmuring
words of encouragement with one hand resting lightly on the lad's slim
shoulder. "What about that one, there? Looks like a haystack, t'me. Not
scary at all."
R'don shrugs. "I'm not sure. I think that's why they don't lay gold eggs if
there's plenty of weyrwomen in a weyr. I think that some senior gold dragons
won't tolerate a lot of other golds in the weyr. Don't quote me."
From the hatching sands, Yashira glowers at the sandalled Candidate with
great irritation.
From the hatching sands, Shawnah blinks, still starring out toward the brown
she'd been trying to get a better view of. After a moment, she looks down,
blinks again, and bursts into laughter. "Alyonth! Yes you did.. better than
/I/ did obviously!" with that, she throws her arms around the green. "Yes..
food. Let's go?"
Tarlo grins. "Look at Yashira." she indicates. "She's gone so far - ahh!
Huzzah, Shawnah!"
From the hatching sands, Midnight Scathed Blue Hatchling croons patiently
over his shoulder to the Churning Golden Hay Brown Hatchling as he begins
his own journey, seeming to be coaching his clutchsibling. Then he stops
suddenly. What was that? That is she! I *know* it! I knew it! His steps
measure out more quickly, though he hardly looks as though he is rushing.
Those frost blue eyes, so like himself, should have given her away much
sooner than now! She is perfect! Or so his expression seems to betray as he
closes in on his intended lifemate. Although the realization has
crystallized so firmly, he does not pounce upon his chosen one. He instead
sits calmly before her, being patient as the bond slowly washes over her
mind, soul and heart. He has waited his whole life for this moment - another
one or two surely are tolerable.
From the hatching sands, Marten barks out a short laugh as he watches the
brown swat his own tail, then looks over to watch the green and Shawnah.
"She sure got a pretty one."
From the hatching sands, Eight Burst Egg shimmies a bit on the Sands, urging
the grains away from it's shell slightly in an interesting pattern. It
settles down almost as quickly as it started, as if falling back into a
pleasant slumber.
From the hatching sands, P'tod hurries over to Shawnah, nodding to her and
smiling at the young green. "Welcome, Alyonth. Congratulations, Shawnah.
Just follow me, right this way, and we'll get her fed up."
Lamorna nods at R'don "Wierd, I didn't know that. I've heard that dragons
have larger cluches when thread falls. Is that true?"
From the hatching sands, Almost too delectable looking to be an egg, the
Speckled Chocolate one begins to shimmy its way across the sands. Though
melting might seem more appropriate, this oval is truly peeled apart by the
little green encased inside. Talons make quick work of the egg until she is
finally free! Twitching her tail a few times, she makes her way to the
Candidates. A survey of a group of girls yields one to her liking. A lass
from Hold Balan is pegged, her cries of, "Her name is Zheth," echoing across
the cavern.
From the hatching sands, Tarien grins widely as, it seems, Shawnah has been
chosen. "Look! I knew she'd Impress," she informs K'ran, with a wide smile.
From the hatching sands, Makran watches the blue take off, turning his head
to try and guess where it's headed.
From the hatching sands, Cheni shakes her head as she looks out at the
remaining eggs, her spirits flagging and her energy starting to droop. "No,
not many." She murmurs. "But that brown, he's gorgeous, don't you think?
Reminds me of home after harvest." As Shawnah impresses, she laughs.
"Congratulations, Oh Shawnah, I'm so happy for you."
From the hatching sands, Corwin takes a half step away from Shawnah and her
new lifemate. A brief smile a given before he turns his attention back to
the activity on the sands.
B'zior tries to recognize anyone at all from the sands, and doesn't succeed.
He looks over at Mirrari. "I thought Bianca was here," he says to her quietly.
From the hatching sands, K'ran's attention takes another leap as Shawnah
calls out her lifemate's name, and if his smile's already pleased, it grows
that much moreso as he nods back to Tarien. "I was pulling for her," he
admits, softly. "Pulling for all of them, really."
Elie speaks up. "Larger than during an interval, yes. Because in an
interval, not as many dragons die."
Mirrari chuckles and nods, "Aye aye, Bianca Impressed already Belz - a
lovely green it was."
From the hatching sands, Shawnah heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
R'don nods absently, still looking at the sands. "That's true. The clutches
during intervals are small, sometimes as few as 12 or 15 eggs. Then they get
bigger as the pass approaches. I think that there are records of some dragon
queens having as many as 60 eggs, and then more than 1 gold in the clutch."
From the hatching sands, Saeliena gives Shawnah a nod of acknowledgement,
though she does not voice her congratulations. The blue's impression
recieves similar treatment, while she stares impassively at the brown.
Finally, however, her gaze comes to rest upon the cat's paw egg, lingering
there.
Kichevio does a little victorious bounce, since dancing on ledges is not
wise. "Shawnah's an evil greenrider. This is going to be _fun_."
From the hatching sands, Alyonth heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, P'tod heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
Tarlo smirks at Kichevio. "I'm still semi-honorary, right?"
Kassima smiles as Lysseth relays the green's name: "Alyonth. I like that...
and I'm pleased Shawnah Impressed, i'truth. She's one of the Candidates
'twas Coordinator for a few rounds ago, which might be making me
sentimental. But that blue and brown have yet t'be choosing--"
Brees grins over at Kichevio. "Isn't every greenrider? Or they should be."
Mirrari gets a smile and wink at the second part.
J'nas shudders. "It's not /every/ greenrider, is it?"
Lamorna eye's widen "Wow, 60 eggs huh." She leans forward and trys to count
all the eggs left on the sands, but gets caught up in the all the wobbling
and cracking eggs "Too hard to count right now."
"Of course!" Kichevio assures Tarlo. "Bearer of the Sacred Whip and planner
of truly nefarious evil."
Tarlo bats her lashes. "Thaaaank you." she drawls, bowing florridly.
Brees turns to just smile sweetly over at J'nas.
From the hatching sands, Elauren becomes lost in her own little world for a
moment. She's unable to remain on her knees and sinks to the sand, her arms
draping about the blue hatchling's neck. Tears begin to streak down her
cheeks. "I'm so happy you found me Braerith," she sniffles. Her head turns
briefly toward the Weyrlingmasters, "We're hungry, we need food," she grumbles.
Jascela looks at Brees and grins. "Most of the ones I know are evil."
From the hatching sands, Despite its rather large size, the Cat's Paw Egg
has very little trouble finally cracking apart. Though most only ever saw
the washes of gray, the hues of carmine and crimson are now easily viewable.
More peeling away than actually shattering, the green hatchling who called
this egg home is finally free.
Pebbled Sunlight Green Hatchling
She's a washed-out, washed-up little thing when seen from a distance, her
wings heavy, her hide a drab next-thing-to-tan, and all of her too small by
half. Natural dull green's pebbled with the watery brown of moss-scummed
riverstones along the dragonet's spine, returning and deepening up her
wingspars and down her haunches, and further muddied to the point of
obscuring the sharpness of her curved talons. It's a closer scrutiny that
reveals the strength to her short bones, the high-spirited light in her
jewelled eyes, the innate competence belied only by her youth; her hue
likewise may be glimpsed paler and clearer along her underwings, shimmering
there with sunlit highlights, but its silken quality is apparent to touch
alone.
From the hatching sands, Churning Golden Hay Brown Hatchling relaxes,
honeyed wingsails drooping, at the elder blue's croon. He spares a moment to
spin red eyes after the now-paired girl who'd admired him, then obediently
goes looking, pausing briefly to sniff over a vacated spot where some other
candidate had stood and kicked the sand. As he moves, past those who'd
laughed at him (at him!), it's with increasing purpose - as if there were
some musical score calling him inexorably towards -his- chosen.
Elie shakes her head. "That can't be right, though, about more than one gold
in a clutch. I think they must have just meant that there was more than one
clutch on the sands at first. Nobody remembers a hatching with two golds
that I know of."
From the hatching sands, Yashira's glower eases, and the corners of her eyes
crinkle as she strides toward Elauren and Braerith. "No kidding.
Congratulations," she says, gesturing toward them. "Follow me. We'll get him
some food." She nods once, leading the way toward the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Yashira heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, K'ran's squeezing Tarien's hand again, now, and
calling her attention to Elauren and her blue. "And Elauren, too. Braerith?
Another pretty name."
Mirrari chuckles and grins at Brees and then winks at J'nas, "Of course not
J'nas.. really, we're all quite innocent and all that."
R'don Scans the sands, looking for eggs among the shells. "not that many
left now. Yeah that makes more sense to me too, Elie. Look, another green..
and that one finally impressed."
Riane points down at the sands, "The blue looks like he's stopped moving
around, I think. I'm glad Shawnah Impressed, t - Braerith! Oh good, Elauren
Impressed blue!"
From the hatching sands, Cheni softly laughs as Elauren impresses. "Oh well
done, Elauren." She looks away, embarrassed at catching such an intimate
moment.
Lamorna nods at Elie "Yeah, I think we would have heard about that if there
had been ttwo gold eggs. Oooh another green. Not very colorful is she though."
From the hatching sands, Eight Burst Egg rolls over then tumbles down a
shallow hill in the Sands and lands with a *plonk*. It turns off of it's
side and seems to jerk straight up into a vertical position, as if startled
away and trying to figure out what to do next. Twisting back and forth, the
wrestling begins from the inside.
J'nas glances over at Leah with a look of exaggerated fear. "It's not too
late to turn in my knot, is it?"
From the hatching sands, Moon's Flame Egg has arrived.
From the hatching sands, Pebbled Sunlight Green Hatchling looks rather
startled to have finally made her way free of the egg which has nurtured and
nourished her for so long, and sits in contemplation of the peeled-away
shards for a long while before she gets to her feet. Birth-wet wings
glistening, she starts off--in the direction of Indrath and Mirrath, whom
she looks up at and offers a quiet croon to. Respects paid to dam and sire,
she turns around and, with whirling red eyes, studies the Candidates from a
distance.
Kichevio grins at Kassi. "Lysseth's Searching skills are borne out yet
again. That is a handsome blue." She squints judiciously downward. "Can't
say the same for that green, but who can tell this early?"
From the hatching sands, The Streaking Raindrops Egg seems to hold true to
its namesake. The hatchling inside appears to follow the pattern on its
shell's face, choosing a scratching, streaking pattern as it tries to break
free. Unlike the greens and blues of its oval, the hatchling that finally
tumbles out is a rich, chocolate brown. He glances back to Mirrath and
Indrath before bounding off to find his lifemate. Which he does! A young man
from Far Cry Hold becomes a weyrling this day!
From the hatching sands, Elauren heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Braerith heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
Divya joins in this conversation with her fellow 'Reachians. "I've never
heard of two golds in one clutch either, but the records do show there have
been a few double clutches on the Sands. They're rare, but they do happen."
Kassima calls over to the 'Reachians, "Jeniath and Chaluth Hatched from the
same clutch, y'know, as did Coleth and Arlianth--but those are the only
times I've ever heard of it happening. Hey! That's Elauren!" And this is
where she raises her wineskin in the air to wave it enthusiastically, barely
avoiding splattering the liquid all about. "All right, Elauren! On an
excellent wee blue! Shells, Lyss seems t'have a thing for finding the
blueriders."
From the hatching sands, Saeliena's heart nearly stops. There, in the shards
of her preferred egg, is a green. A green that seems remarkably like her -
scrawny, pale, and seemingly boring. She hisses in excitement, wrapping her
arms around herself. She mustn't get her hopes up...she's already been here
once before...just in case, the candidate slides a bit further away from
diminished group.
R'don nods slowly, "Not as striking as some greens, but look closer, her
musculature is nearly perfect."
Lamorna looks up at Divya "What's a double cluch?"
From the hatching sands, N'var's smile widens a bit. He looks from Tarien to
K'ran and back to Nimiriel. With a sigh, he turns to watch the dragons again.
R'don explains, "There's more than 1 gold dragon at a weyr, sometimes they
rise a few weeks apart, and have two clutches on the sands at one time."
From the hatching sands, Marten looks around at the thinning crowd and the
piles of broken shells, frowning just briefly. He takes a deep breath and
focuses his attention on the wandering hatchlings, whispering to himself
expectantly.
From the hatching sands, Makran watches Elauren walk off, and returns his
attention to the few eggs left on the sands. He tries to keep his expression
light-hearted as he watches the green look over the prospects.
Divya says, "When two queens lay eggs at the same time. Some of the old,
musty records have recorded it happeneing, but I've never seen it, Lamorna."
From the hatching sands, Tarien, beaming and wide-eyed still, squeezes
K'ran's hand. "They're so lovely, all of them!" she exclaims and, from
behind her, Mirrath rumbles agreement.
Lamorna nods at Divya "You mean like a Senior queen and a juinor queen?"
From the hatching sands, Churning Golden Hay Brown Hatchling startles at the
Eight Burst Egg's plonking, wings flinging out from his sides. He snorts at
it, a trial effort that clears a little egg fluid from his nose, and hastens
past the pebbled green, past the hissing girl and all those abandoned
shards, heading for a small clump of boys.
From the hatching sands, Pwert smiles fondly at Elauren, and squeezes Cheni,
"Remeber, whatever happens, there's always another chance, right, Cheni?" He
glances back to the hatchlings - after all, just because there's fewer
doesn't mean there's less danger.
From the hatching sands, Yashira returns from the barracks, left corner of
her lips quirked upward. She steps out of the way of another assistant
weyrlingmaster leading another new pair off the ands, and heads back toward
her post.
From the hatching sands, Cheni grins at the newly hatched, now more
comfortable in their approach. "What a sweet little green over there, and
that brown, he's awfully close." As she spots Saeliena disappear, so it
seems to her, she blinks in concern but her attention must remain on the
hatchlings and she watches carefully.
From the hatching sands, Moon's Flame Egg flips out of the little indent
Mommie Dearest has made for it, and rolls and rolls. On its side, there's
nothin' to stop it but that wall. Of Candidates. Mwahahaha.
From the hatching sands, Cheni squeezes Pwert's hand. "Well, that and
hauling Lord Braddle up on dragons'. It's a living." She shrugs and
continues to watch.
From the hatching sands, Pebbled Sunlight Green Hatchling flares her wings
and starts forward--she's done all she can in examining these white-robed
things from afar, and it hasn't worked. With a little creel of frustration,
she marches toward them, peering methodically at each one she passes. And,
as she passes by each one, she gives a brief, impatient toss of her head.
Where is her One? She pauses, thoughtful, at a young lad from the
Healercraft, then snorts disdainfully and moves on.
Divya says, "Yes, like that. Or two junior queens. I'd have to look up the
Records to see the last time it happened. Or ask Kassima after she's sobered
up."
B'zior seems to blush, right out of nowhere, as he looks back over at
Kiasth, then over at Cariath. He doesn't say anything, but tries to turn his
attentions back to the sands.
From the hatching sands, Corwin take a step back to stand where he was
before he gave Shawnah room to move off the sands. He squints, looking
across the sands as he reaches up to, again, wipe away some sweat.
From the hatching sands, Like the soft waves that dance along it's face, the
Marbled Bronze eggs seems to be wavering in its solidity. Not cracking just
yet, the strains are easily visible along the shard in the forms of what
might be considered stretches. Finally, that one loud *crack!* echoes across
the sands, the hatchling within quite finished toying around. Within a few
moments the soothing hues of pink and bronze give way to that of this
creature...
Dark Autumn Forest Brown Hatchling
Chill, intense eyes, set within a blunt muzzle that hints at white canines
even when it's closed; a short-necked, long-tailed build that promises sleek
solidity; and wingsails as delicate as they are broad: these comprise a
dragonet hued the mingled browns of a forest after the first cold snap has
come. Though the line of his throat is both dark and sublimely soft, rich as
with never-tilled earth, and his wings are veined with likewise dark but
stonier glints, the rest of him whispers with undertones that seem to shift
with every restless breath. Ocher and rust. Chestnut and fawn. Brown after
brown after brown, edging at his extremities towards the last traces of
green and, at tail's tip, the beginnings of lurid, warning orange.
From the hatching sands, L'han applauds, jovial, as the scared Far Cry Hold
boy does indeed find his mate in a brown..and looking much soothed, heads
off with one of the assistants, while L'han calls after, "Well done!"
Telgar Weyr> Kichevio blinks. Good lord, how many PC dragons are there going
to _be_?
From the hatching sands, Indrath trumpets his approval, too, a baritone note
sung bright and brazen just on cue to herald the Moon's Flame Egg's tremors
and the Dark Autumn Forest Brown's hatching. K'ran's hunching his shoulders
as if to take shelter from the racket, but his lifemate's proud and unbowed,
as he switches an affectionate look Mirrath-ward.
That earns Divya a dirty look. "I'm entirely sober," Kassima retorts, "or as
close as I can stand t'be when Lysseth's got a glow on... mmm. Another
brown, 'twould seem, and he's handsome."
From the hatching sands, Pwert glances at the rolling eggs, "Cheni, incoming
egg. Get ready to dodge if it gets too close." He points ahead. Hey, he's
still ahead of her right? Nudges her hard, "I didn't think eggs could be
used as projectiles."
From the hatching sands, Marten swears as the rolling egg heads in his
general direction, backpedaling to get out of the way and tripping over his
own feet. He just barely keeps his balance, looking around to make sure
nothing else is coming his way.
Telgar Weyr> Makran says, "You haven't seen nothin'... down south they had
10 PC dragons with 4 bronzes."
From the hatching sands, The odd pattern that might only be apparent to
those who take a closer look at the Auntie In Profile Egg begins to warp.
The bright stars begin to shake against the force of the hatchling inside.
Hop. Hop. Hop hop hop and the egg is no more! Like the blue-purple that was
evident on its oval, this blue hatching is a beauty of color. Finding a girl
from Campbell's Field who is equally as beautiful, the pair are bonded for
life.
Telgar Weyr> Riane says, "Eighty three. And a half. ;)"
Telgar Weyr> R'yk just /blinks/
Lamorna leans forward as another brown hatching "He's handsome!"
Telgar Weyr> R'yk chuckles. "I like yor answer better Riane." :)
From the hatching sands, Cheni jumps back behind Pwert once again at that
trumpet by Indrath. Energy is right back up there again, and she nervously
peers around. "Where, what. Oh shards." She blushes and nods to Indrath. "No
offense, they are lovely shards, indeed. And I am dodging, Pwert!"
R'don nods, "I agree, he is. So dark.."
From the hatching sands, Saeliena finds herself digging her nails into her
arms as she hugs herself, attempting to bundle all her emotions into one
little ball. This succeeds, for the moment, and her gold-rimmed eyes resume
their tracking, following the green. Faranth willing, she would
impress..."Shards!" She announces, clinging tighter to herself. Time to
resume the toe-counting again.
From the hatching sands, Churning Golden Hay Brown Hatchling halts in a
scattering of sand before his tall chosen, then rises to his haunches to
stare him down, close enough to be counting every faint freckle if he
weren't too busy staring into those pale green eyes. Look at him - _that's_
better, and for all that he's silent, red eyes shift swiftly, thoroughly
into brilliant this-is-forever blue.
Konnevath bugles once to greet the new brown before returning his attention
to Lysseth.
Kichevio is visibly _willing_ any of the remaining dragonets to choose
Cheni, though that new-hatched brown gives her pause. "He's got fangs going
for him already, look at him. Let's keep telgar's no-injured-Candidate
record clean. Oh, there goes the other brown!" More squinting.
Divya says, "Are you sure, Kassi? That skin you're waving around doesn't
look all that full, and I haven't seen you share it with other people. I
figured you were taking advantage of the fact that you don't have to
*between* to go home and were having a very good time today!"
From the hatching sands, Makran looks at the dragonet in front of him,
gazing into his eyes. "His name is *," the boy calls out after a moment, not
taking his eyes off the dragon. He takes a small step closer to the brown,
reaching out his hand for the dragonet's eye-ridge and petting it softly.
From the hatching sands, Makran looks at the dragonet in front of him,
gazing into his eyes. "His name is Orvieth," the boy calls out after a
moment, not taking his eyes off the dragon. He takes a small step closer to
the brown, reaching out his hand for the dragonet's eye-ridge and petting it
softly.
From the hatching sands, Dark Autumn Forest Brown Hatchling sits up, bleary
eyed, looking as if he just woke up and found himself sitting here on the
Sands, his slumber entirely interrupted by falling down a hill and getting
tangled up in his egg. A wide yawn escapes his maw and he stands up. A
canine-like shake begins with his head twisting back and for and ends with
his rear end and then tail vibrating with relief, egg wetness spattering all
about him.
From the hatching sands, Pebbled Sunlight Green Hatchling reaches the end of
the line of Candidates and stomps her feet in irritation as there are no
more for her to inspect. She turns to face them once more, but plonks down
on her backside and glares balefully at anyone who dares look at her for too
long. After spending some time in quiet contemplation, she gets to her feet
once more, and starts slowly back down the line.
Telgar Weyr> Makran eeks... was so excited I forgot to put the name in!
Telgar Weyr> Meli thinks Asteriskth is a /fine/ name. :)
Telgar Weyr> Saeliena hugs, and loves! That's so cute!
Telgar Weyr> Kichevio was going to call it The Dragon Formerly Known as *. ;)
Telgar Weyr> I'sai laughs!
From the hatching sands, Yashira nods to another of the assistants, heading
toward Makran and Orvieth and calling out, "Congratulations! If you'll both
follow me." And then she's off, heading toward the barracks.
From the hatching sands, Cheni manages to rustle up a disgruntled
congratulations as Makran impresses. With a smirk, she rolls her eyes. "Good
luck to the Weyrlingmaster team with that one in the barracks."
R'don chuckles at first the brown then the green. "Talk about two opposities."
From the hatching sands, Yashira heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
Lysseth shifts restlessly again, her hum taking on a hint of a rumble
beneath it. "I Impressed at Benden," Kassima argues, pointing the tip of her
stylus towards Divya, "and y'know what they say about Benden women and their
tolerance. I'll have a--well, mayhaps nay a good time, but a great deal of
drinks tonight, but *after* the Hatching! --Isn't that Makran down there?
Don't know him well, but I recall hearing that Taralyth Searched him."
From the hatching sands, Moon's Flame Egg stops. Okay, bad egg. It shivers
where it sits, making its own indent. It goes into a shaking fit and spins
drunkenly to try and right itself. About three-quarters of the way up, it
stops, then tumbles back onto its side.
From the hatching sands, Pwert squeals with delight as his bitran friend
impressed, "Makran, you did it! Makran!" he tugs on Cheni's hand, "He might
not be a good player at Ball's Cross, but he got brown Orvieth! He did it."
he smiles brilliantly, truly excited for his friend.
From the hatching sands, The lovely colors wrapping the Cat's Eye Egg start
to pulsate as the creature inside decides now is as good a time as any to
get itself free. The glimmering circle of amethyst shatters apart and
reveals a bronze dragonet who's eyes mirror that exact color. Hungrily
stalking the Candidates for a few moments, he finds his mate in a man from
the Mastersmith's Hall. The pair are led off to the barracks to begin their
new life together.
Kichevio agrees with Kassi. "Is Searched him right out of Bitra. I was there
when it happened. Maybe he'll bring some of that infamous Bitran luck to
this clutch. Oh, another bronze! Where'd that green go?" Pick a topic, any
topic.
From the hatching sands, Saeliena is patiently counting every one of her
toes - twice. Her gaze shifts occasionally, lifting towards the green,
though her glances are brief. She's quite a distance from the rest of the
candidates, so inspecting her would warrant quite a journey. Which, by her
estimation, the green would not be willing to take.
From the hatching sands, Pebbled Sunlight Green Hatchling creeps slowly
forward, so low against the hot sands that they brush against her belly.
This time, she pauses more often, and gives more searching glances to those
Candidates in front of her. Mid-stride, she stops, head canted, then she
*bolts*, toward a Candidate with brown hair, brown eyes, and cream and klah
skin. *There* is her One!
From the hatching sands, Orvieth butts at A'ran's hand, tail swishing,
attentive as can be. One of Ursa's assistants soon guides the pair towards
the barracks.
From the hatching sands, A'ran heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Orvieth heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
Divya accept the rebuke this time. "My apologies, Kassima. No insult
intended. The noise must be affecting me more than I realized."
Lamorna cheers as another bronze impresses "Lucky guy and look the green's
picked someone too. How do they do it?"
R'don grins, glancing over his shoulder at the dark blue mass of Gederoth.
"I'm not sure but I'm glad that they do do it."
Lamorna nods at R'don "Yeah, I am too. How would we fight thread with out
them."
Kassima waves her hand a bit uncomfortably to dismiss the matter. "Nay
insult taken, either, i'truth. I'm mayhaps just a bit touchier than I should
be. But I'm sober, I can be assuring. The green? Mmm, methinks she's looking
at someone now, only I can't quite tell just who yet."
From the hatching sands, Cheni stops her hand midway, not giving into the
temptation to ruffle Pwert's hair. "Yes, I see he impressed." But then, she
stops, everything stops, as she is drawn into the eyes of Irenyath.
Swallowing with utter relief, she hugs the little green. "Oh Shells,I don't
have to haul that fat-arsed Holder anywhere ever again. Hungry? Oh dear,
lets take care of that, Irenyath?"
Saulith trills again, and nudges her rider affectionately. Once Kichevio has
righted herself, she pokes the green's haunch. "I love you too, but that
much love will kill me--Cheni! Hah, I knew it, I knew it! Greenrider!"
From the hatching sands, As a flame that flickers and intensifies, so do the
striations along the face of the Moon's Flame Egg. Slowly, as if being
stoked from within, the flames burst and grow, the brightest of white
suddenly visible from the underside. Sounds of crackling are suddenly more
audible, stronger indeed as the hatchling within puts out the night's fire
and prepares to meet the fire of life instead.
Dancing Seafoam Green Hatchling
Elegance in simplicity, this young green's every move sets off a flowing
series of smooth ripples of color dancing over her hide. Sharp undertones of
deep oceanic green move in rolling waves beneath foamy pastel shades,
blending with frothy whites, tiny rivulets of mauve, and the faint
scintillations of aquamarine on the delicate membranes of her wings. Each
movement seems intentional in its subtle intricacies; the talons rising
above her wings sway nonchalantly in perfect unison with her slow saunter.
She carries herself with an aura of pride, cloaked in bright sea green, with
a gleam in her eyes and a precise angle of gently shaded muzzle showing her
firm belief that she is always right. The casual flicker of her tail,
sprinkled in pale teal and aqua, she takes all in stride and seems to
consider the decision at hand with a boldness that catches many a second
look from dragons and onlookers alike.
Riane claps exitedly. "She did it! I knew she would! Hah! And a greenrider
too, yay!"
From the hatching sands, Dark Autumn Forest Brown Hatchling smacks his lips
together and looks about. Oh, hey. There's stuff going on here! Eyes swirl
blue-green in a quick, interested manner. He regards the white clad
youngsters not far away, watching his clutch brothers and sisters with
interest. Hm. He looks the other way and makes a decisive move... towards
his dam and sire! It looks like the right place to be, after all. Once
there, he looks up at Indrath and Mirrath, crooning to them in casual, but
adoring greeting, and settles down to sit between the two as if prepared to
watch the rest of the Hatching from right where he is.
From the hatching sands, Pwert seems stunned as he steps away from Cheni,
dropping her hand as the hatchling approaches, "chenni, congrats." he says
softly, and drifts away from her.
Irelith flies into the cavern from the entrance to the bowl.
Kiasth bugles down the the small bronze. B'zior, however continues to blush,
but this time doesn't turn to look back. He continues to focus his
attentions on the Hatching, and the Impressions.
Maelyan climbs down Irelith's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a
greeting.
From the hatching sands, Mirrath rumbles amusedly at the little brown
nearby, and rumbles a greeting of her own to the fledgling dragonet. She
leans down and gives a quiet nudge his way, toward the candidates, along
with a croon of encouragement. That way! Find your 'mate, she seems to be
saying.
From the hatching sands, Indrath's nonplussed by the sudden attention from
the little brown, and seems about ready to help him along -- but Mirrath's
beaten him to it, so he simply lends his own rumble of encouragement, and
indicates the line of white-robed youths with a swing of his muzzle.
From the hatching sands, Corwin shifts from foot to foot as the heat of the
sands is weighing on them. He gives a quick look towards Cheni and her
lifemate as the pair head off the sands.
From the hatching sands, The four bright yellow-white dots on the face of
the Sun's Reflection Egg begins to somehow appear brighter. An illusion, of
course, caused by the pushing of the hatchling inside, they begin to break
up and split. Cracks quickly form and splinter the oval apart, a green
pushing her way out onto the sands. A bit of a flirty sound is offered
before she heads off to find her lifemate. A few passes between the
Candidates before she finds her mate in a girl from Fort Hold.
From the hatching sands, Saeliena sighs as the green impresses, arms
releasing her body. There are brilliantly crimson marks upon her arms from
her fingernails, marks that may remain for the rest of her life. There's a
little half-smile as another green hatches, but Saelie seems to have given
up all hope. At least she's close to the door...
From the hatching sands, Yashira strides back out onto the sands, forehead
damp with sweat - being stuck here in riding gear is fairly unfortunate. She
peers about, is gestured toward Cheni by another assistant, and she veers
that way.
From the hatching sands, Irenyath nudges at her newfound lifemate, crooning.
Let's find food!
Lamorna sighs happly as the green impresses "I think that's my favorite color."
From the hatching sands, Yashira waves to Cheni, calling, "Congratulations -
Come follow me, we'll get her some food." She turns about and heads back
into the barracks.
Livia starts chewing on her right thumb nail, her hopeful excitement
starting to look more fretful than cheerful, as she absently waves off
Hicerth, shaking her head, "In a bit, mate. In a bit..."
From the hatching sands, Yashira heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Dancing Seafoam Green Hatchling sits up. Yay, OUT!
She gets herself to her feet, and BUGLES! Well, 'flutes' would brobably be a
closer approximation. It's not very loud, and kind of beepy, but it's a
crisp clear sound aimed towards the gloriousness of being ALIVE and out of
that confining, but amazingly pretty, egg. She peers around, wide-eyed and
blinky, with just a tinge of pinkish coloring her eyes. The green looks
left, looks right, and almost dances out of her little hollow to try to find
her mate.
From the hatching sands, Cheni chuckles. "Of course, food." She laughs, eyes
only for Irenyath as she follows Yashira.
From the hatching sands, Cheni heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Irenyath heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Marten smiles briefly at Cheni, offering his
congratulations before he goes back to watching the hatchlings.
Maelyan grins over at Lamorna, indicating Irelith. "So you like Irelith?"
Just teasing, she is.
Lamorna grins at Maelyan "Hey, didn't see you there. And of course I do."
Gederoth rumbles in a tone that is very nearly a sigh. That starts R'don
chuckling. "He said that green is nearly as loud as Irelith... oh hi
Maelyan.. when did you get here?"
Divya waves at the newest High Reaches arrival. "Welcome, Maelyan! You're
just in time to see the last few Impressions!"
From the hatching sands, Saeliena smiles, just a little...just enough to
prove that she is, indeed, still living. Otherwise, she's resumed counting
her toes in a rather obnoxious manner, shifting from foot to foot as she
does so. The sooner this is over, the sooner she can leave. There's too
much...there's just too much for her to stay here.
Jascela glances over at Lamorna and grins at her. "I like Greens too. Or
their riders at least..." She looks back at Brees and grins at her.
From the hatching sands, Dark Autumn Forest Brown Hatchling blinks slowly up
at his dam as she urges him out towards the white clad figures. He croons up
at her almost dejectedly, seeming to give the 'But Maaaa!' pout. A curious
rumble from his belly catches him by suprise, however, and his multi-faceted
eyes take on a red tinge of urgency. Hongry! Turning away from Mirrath, he
gives her one last, pitiful look over his shoulder and then hurries towards
the Candidates. He's been given his quest by the orders of his stomach and
it's now his duty to complete the journey to find his lifemate!
Brees laughs back over at Jascela. "You'd better." Then she grins on past at
Lamorna. "Green is a wonderful color."
From the hatching sands, Yashira jogs back out of the barracks, peering
about hurriedly.
Irelith bugles at the Impression of the green, burbling merrily. "Ahh, not
many can see me when there's this big lump," Mae says to Lamorna before
chuckling at R'don. "A little while ago. I heard what you said, though." She
then waves over to Divya. "And good Impressions they are."
Jascela grins and winks at Brees.
Lamorna blushes at Jascela's comment about the riders.
Kichevio gives the automatic and conditioned response. "Greens are the best,
and anyone who says otherwise must try and deal with me when I'm proddy."
Now there's a threat to be reckoned with. "Are those the last two?"
From the hatching sands, Dancing Seafoam Green Hatchling weaves in and out
of the line, circling this one, spinning near that one, sand flying, tail
whipping, tiny wings dry and stirring the air. She trips, somersaults almost
over top of some poor Far Cry lad, then pulls herself to her feet and makes
a creeling giggly noise. Blink. Blink blink. Okay, hungry is bad. She starts
looking a bit more serious. Gotta find a Feeder. One who'll be Fun. And a
Friend, for a very long time. Someone to... Well, to learn -everything-
with. That boy? Maybe. That girl? Could be. She continues on her hunt.
R'don grins at Maelyan from his seat between Lamorna and Elie. "They are,
you're lucky you came now, I think it's nearly over." He looks down at the
sands, looking for more eggs among the colorful shards strewn everywhere.
"Definitely not many eggs left, if any."
From the hatching sands, Like the flower hinted at on its face, the Red
Rosette Egg begins to bloom. This, of course, is under the force of the
dragonet encased inside, its decided movements breaking the shell around it.
With a few heated attempts, a tiny green trickles out of the petals, like
dew sliding down an open flower. Gaining some balance, she weaves a path
towards the white robed humans. Her mate is quickly found in a boy from the
Weavercraft, his cry of, "Wenth! Her name is Wenth," carrying across the sands.
Lamorna peers down at the sands "Looking pretty empty from here."
Kassima comments, jotting something down on her now thoroughly-bescribbled
hide, "A wealth of fair greens in this lot, and fine blues, and browns--a
couple of good bronzes too. I'm looking forward already t'getting t'pick out
new riders from this lot." Kich's use of the P-word earns her a wry glance.
Lysseth snorts. Her hum has almost ceased entirely, to the point where now
it's a barely-audible sound far back in her throat.
From the hatching sands, Corwin looks around the quickly thining number of
eggs remaining. A little smile touches his lips when he sees the former
weaver Impress.
From the hatching sands, Saeliena cants her head to the side, half counting,
half watching. Despite her defeated exterior, a part of her is still
intrigued by the hatching, and the impressions. "She's lively," Saelie
comments to the air, as if expecting a reply. The brown is given a through
glance as well; greens, though lovely, are certainly not her type.
Lamorna grins up at Kassima "How's the betting going?"
From the hatching sands, Dark Autumn Forest Brown Hatchling moves hurriedly
along the line of Candidates, not pausing to examine any of them really.
This is a Brownling with a mission! He is well aware of his
responsibilities, it seems, for he's got the target in his sights and isn't
about to veer off course. And there she is! Right where he knew she'd be! He
skids to a stop in front of a miniscule girl with straight blonde hair and
crooooooons.
From the hatching sands, Dancing Seafoam Green Hatchling spins, her tail for
some reason throwing her off balance. Or it could be that gnawing feeling in
her middle. She wanders away from the Candidate lineup and heads to the
center of the cavern to get a wider look at the Kids In White.
Kassima consults her notes. "I made a good amount," she says after some
quick tallying, "or have so far, though I lost a few here and there. But the
total profit should be making up for it; nay one of m'better Hatchings for
guesses, but I'm quite satisfied with the result."
Lamorna chuckles "Glad to hear it Kassima"
From the hatching sands, Saeliena hisses sharply, breath twisting its way
between her nearly closed lips. Her feet, though previously warm, have
suddenly become unbearably hot...she closes her eyes, wincing against the
suffocation. Then, just as quickly, her eyes flutter open, and come to rest
upon a dark hide. "Oh, shards," the girl breathes, drooping from mental
exaustion. "Ciryath." She gasps, ball of emotion splitting open. "Oh,
Ciryath...I've been waiting for you too!"
From the hatching sands, The variable hues of pitch and green seem to
slither more to life on the surface of the Speckled Tunnelsnake Egg.
Writhing as the hatchling within tries to make its way free, the illusion of
being wrapped by a snake seems more real. That vision does not have long to
last, however, as a brown tail pierces the shell! Followed soon by talons
and then the whole of a dragonet, the hatchling gives a croon to his dam and
sire before heading towards the Candidates. Within a few minutes, it is the
populace of Igen Hold who can rejoice a new brownrider to its claim!
Kichevio adds, contentedly, "And she gets none of my hard-earned marks this
time. Oh, good for Saeliena!"
Lamorna peers up at Kissi "Who doesn;t?"
From the hatching sands, Tarien's eyes widen a bit at Saeliena's Impression,
but she grins. "Ciryath..." The dragon's name is drawn out, and she looks
over K'ran's way, "They're lovely, aren't they?"
From the hatching sands, Yashira is pointed in Saeliena's direction, and she
trots toward the girl and Ciryath. "Congratulations, Saeliena. Follow me to
the barracks - we'll have food there." Her lips quirk a little at the
corners as she leads the way.
From the hatching sands, Yashira heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, I'sai re-emerges, a little more rumpled now and
with smudges about his legs where stray dragonets had bumped him, crossing
paths with Yashira on his way in.
From the hatching sands, Saeliena heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Ciryath heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Could that one there across the room be the one?
Dancing Seafoam Green Hatchling spins and weaves and bobs and flips her way
along, the dance a little rushed, but still elegant and fun. She finds
herself skidding to a halt, long legs and curly hair all she can see. YES.
Him. All him and her, forever.
Kassima snorts audibly towards Kichevio. "How you'll ever get rich if'n you
never take risks, Kich... but 'tis all right; there's always next time, or
the next. Someday the marks will come!" The marks must flow!
From the hatching sands, Pwert stands alone, shifting his feet, and his eyes
resting on the remaining hatchling.
Brees grins. "Does that leave a green for last? Those are the best you
know." She turns back to smile at Madieth.
Jascela giggles at Brees and rolls her eyes. "So you keep saying."
From the hatching sands, K'ran shakes his head minutely, wondering, and with
his beaming smile intact, muses, "She seemed so... hesitant. He was a
strong-looking one; I hope he's a good match. They're... they're all
beautiful, Tarien. Every one of them." And with a scattered few eggs left on
the sands, he's darts a brief and grateful look up toward Mirrath and
Indrath, behind them both.
From the hatching sands, Yashira emerges from the barracks, an odd
expression on her face as she retakes her position. She nods to I'sai.
From the hatching sands, I'sai returns the nod, distracted - "Just found
one, but she's between us, I can't _see_ - "
From the hatching sands, M'rten looks over his shoulder to watch the latest
pair walk off, turning back with a small sigh. He suddenly gasps, his legs
wobbling as he leans forward to touch the seafoam green hatchling in front
of him. His mouth moves quietly for a moment before he can get out,
"Mariloth. Oh, Mariloth, you're beautiful."
Lamorna holds her breath waiting for the last green to make up her mind."
Kichevio assures Kassima, "Someday, I'll have marks to risk--there we go.
Marten. Good, more male greenriders." And that, it would seem, is that.
Jascela nudges Brees lightly. "Too bad Greens are so indecisive..."
From the hatching sands, Yashira cranes her neck, grunting. "Marten? Oh -
yup, looks like. And Mariloth. Well, then - think it's your turn."
Brees turns to laugh over at Jascela. "They're not indecisive. They just
have to find the very best people to be their riders."
From the hatching sands, Tarien lets out a quiet little sigh as the last of
the Impressions are made, and leans K'ran's way, as if seeking his support.
"They're all lovely," she confirms, with a smile for both Indrath and
Mirrath. "And it was all over too quickly."
Riane smiles softly. "Mart - M'rten and Mariloth. Pretty name. Pretty
green.. and a lot of greens!" She grins, overhearing Jascela, "One must be
gauged for evilness before they can be selected, see."
From the hatching sands, "Yep." I'sai heads that way, cautious on the
slipping sand; once at the new pair's side, he waits briefly till they seem
at least a little more settled before saying, "C'mon, you two, this way. Off
to the barracks, food, after everyone else - "
Lamorna sighs softly as the last impression is made "That was just
wonderful. Amazing."
Aisling uses Sielth's straps to make their way up her side and settle
between pale green neckridges.
Sielth flies towards the bowl.
Jascela giggles at Riane and nods. "I see...
Irelith snorts while Maelyan blinks at her dragon. "Yes, you're prettier
than her, Irelith." Like there's any need to enforce that?
From the hatching sands, M'rten strokes and carresses the green's head,
cooing softly to her. "Come on, Mariloth, let's get you something to eat."
Smiling wide enough that his head seems in danger of splitting in two, he
leads the little dragon off.
From the hatching sands, M'rten heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
Divya mutters fairly loudly, "Not all greenriders are born evil. Some must
be trained." Wonder who that's directed toward?
From the hatching sands, I'sai heads off towards the bowl on the way to the
weyrling barracks.
From the hatching sands, Mariloth heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
Seated on Abrieth, Angharad sighs softly. "Caroline didn't impress then."
she says quietly down at her elder sister. "Can we get doen there somehow?"
From the hatching sands, K'ran reaches a touch of fingers to Indrath's side
with his empty hand, even as he gathers Tarien closer when she leans his
way. "You'll be wanting to sleep for a few days, now, I wager," he murmurs,
though he's already sweeping a pained look onward to those candidates left
standing, and from there to N'var and Nimiriel. "It was perfect. Thank you."
From the hatching sands, Corwin eyes the last pair as Impression is made.
After a quick scan across the sands reveals that it's over, he looks down
towards the sands.
Kassima stands, gathering the hides up in her free arm. "A pretty green,"
she agrees, "and a good Hatching by and large--Divya, Divya, should I ask
who you're thinking of?"
From the hatching sands, N'var takes Nimiriel's hand, gesturing toward the
remaining candidates. He waves for them to come over toward him. He waits as
they begin to gather up.
Leah climbs up Jinieth's forelimb, and finds a secure spot between her
neckridges.
Jinieth flies towards the bowl.
Lamorna looks at the unhappy candiates left standing on the sands "What
happenes to them?
Talisha scrambles up the sun-kissed green of Imanath's hide to perch in an
unoccupied neckridge.
Divya puts on her most innocent expression and says, "Why, S'din, of course!
Who else could I mean?"
Imanath flies towards the bowl.
Brees grins over at Divya. "Some of us do come by it naturally though, at
least." She turns to grin at the Istan weyrlings. "Alright, ready to get
heading back?"
Jascela nods to Brees and stands up. "Yes Ma'am. Ready whenever you are."
From the hatching sands, Yashira rubs her cheek, attention turning toward
the barracks. After a moment, she strides back in that direction.
From the hatching sands, Yashira heads off towards the bowl on the way to
the weyrling barracks.
Mirrari stands and nods, stretching, "Aye aye, I'm ready, ma'am."
Kichevio answers Lamorna a little distractedly as she starts to remount
Saulith. "They can go home, or stay here, as they like. Just because their
dragon didn't hatch this time doesn't mean it won't me in the next clutch."
Maelyan leaps to her lifemate's forearm and swings herself up to Irelith's
neck. "I had to be trained, Divya. Ami helped me," the young greenrider says
with a grin, buckling herself into the straps.
From the hatching sands, Corwin looks up and steps over towards the
Weyrleaders.
From the hatching sands, L'han helps with gathering up some of the younger
candidates who remain, urging them closer to Tarien and N'var.
Livia scans the sands, making certain that there are no more left to
impress, her brows drawing together in a worried sort of grimace as she
mutters a curse to herself, followed by a vague, "Excuse us.." She turns
back to Hicerth, practically vaulting up onto his neck in a sudden hurry.
Livia wraps her hands into Hicerth's riding straps, jumping up onto his
offered foreleg before swinging herself up between his neckridges.
Hicerth flies towards the bowl.
From the hatching sands, Nimiriel smiles at Tarien and K'ran, then follows
N'var, stepping up toward those Candidates who remain.
Divya laughs out loud and waves to Maelyan and Brees. "I stand corrected,
ladies!"
From the hatching sands, Pwert shrugs as the last hatchling impresses. Hit
toes the hot sands for a moment. A little tear trickles down his cheek, but
he smiles anyway, and not fakely, "It was nice to see so many of my friend
impress." He says, bug his tone is more subdued than excited, "They looked
so Happy - and there's always another chance." He stands up more proudly
again, shooting a grin towards the barracks, "I wonder what Cheni's gonna be
like when -" he trails off as he notices the sadder comportmant of the other
candidates, and then, falls silent. He looks over at Nimiriel, his grin
returning - but not as wide as before.
Selandra climbs onto Abrieth's neck.
Lamorna stands and stretches "Stone benches are not very good to the rear."
"A'course, S'din. You could nay possibly have meant *anyone* else," Kassima
agrees at her driest--a moment before calling to the Istan Contingent,
"Could one of you do me a favor and pass m'greetings on to Kay, if'n you see
her?"
R'don shakes his head. "Nope. But we can get up and walka round some.
There's usually a feast after the hatchings, did you want to go look and see
what there is? Or are you ready to head back?
Kindre finally breaks out of her silence, the activity below almost
concluded. She pats Herath lovingly before sitting up strait. "Clear skies,
all, and I hope you'll be able to join us in the living caverns for some
food and drink," she calls cheerfully to those still gathered on the ledges.
"I think I'm going to change and head there myself." That said, she and
Herath exit.
Herath flies towards the bowl.
Riane blinks. "Is that the last of them? Nice big lot this time around! Lots
of greens and blues, which is never bad." Yrinth croons in agreement, head
held high - -both- her Searchees Impressed. "All right, let's head down to
the food."
J'nas follows Lamorna's example and stretches as well. "I'd better go check
on my passengers," he remarks to nobody in particular.
J'nas climbs up Hanreth's forelimb, and finds a secure spot between his
neckridges.
Lamorna grins at R'don "Up to you, you're my ride home so I go where you go."
Mirrari chuckles and nods, "Aye aye, Kassima, ma'am. She's my mentor after
all." she says with a wink as she mount Ilaeth.
Irelith flies towards the bowl.
Brees nods her head. "I can. Or you can, 'Cela. Or Mirrari. One of us is
bound to see her after all."
B'zior waves, upon hearing Kassima, "I passed your message last time. If I
see her, I'll let her know again." He then looks back over to Brees, but his
attentions shifts when food is mentioned.
Kichevio cheers "Party!" and is mounted and ready to go. "And there was much
rejoicing, and probably some public drunkenness."
Kichevio disappears up onto Saulith's spring-green back.
Hanreth flies towards the bowl.
Saulith flies towards the bowl.
Brees notices B'zior and laughs. "Food, huh? Any of the rest of you want to
stay?"
Mirrari grabs hold of the purple leather straps and hauls herself up to
settle between the inky green luxurious mass of the green's neck ridges -
she's on Ilaeth, babe, you should be so lucky.
Meli climbs smoothly up Juliath's extended foreleg and settles herself
between the neck ridges, as the green gives a welcome rumble from deep in
her throat.
From the hatching sands, N'var waits til the last stragglers have closed in
and then he draws another deep breath. "This is always one of the hardest
speeches a Leader has to make. All of you should remember--you were chosen
to stand for a reason. The search dragons saw something in you, and just
because your lifemate was not here on the sands today does not mean that you
have lost it. Nor does it mean that you have failed. It simply means that
today was not your time."
Juliath flies towards the bowl.
Kassima tips her wineskin towards B'zior. "M'thanks, both for passing it on
a'fore and for now--and shells, Mirrari, *nay ma'amin*! Wingleader if'n you
must be formal! Gahhhhhh--" She seems to find this a good note to mount up on.
You place one hand on Lysseth's neck and she warbles down at you fondly. You
grin and scratch her eyeridges once before climbing up onto her lower
neckridges, using the riding straps and Lysseth's thoughtfully offered foreleg.
<*> Maelyan walks off towards the Central Bowl.
<*> Riane climbs up onto Yrinth's back.
<*> Jascela hmms thoughtfully. "I guess it doesn't matter to me. Would be
kinda nice to try to say hi to Bianca, but she'll be busy."
<*> Yrinth flies towards the bowl.
<*> Lamorna watches the dragon's take off and eyes R'don "Well I have to
admit I would'nt mind at least seeing the feast. See what dishes they do here."
<*> From the hatching sands, N'var pauses to lick the dryness from his lips,
the heat making him blink for a moment. "If any of you wish to return home,
arrangements for that can be made, but I want to express how much we'd
really like you to stay, with us, here at Telgar. You're all very welcome
to, and we'd like that."
<*> R'don nods, "Well let me give you a lift down tot he ground, and then
you can find me, or one of the other 'Reaches riders, Ok?" He walks over to
Gederoth and mounts him.
<*> R'don jumps up onto Gederoth's back, using his foreleg as a step.
<*> B'zior places his hands on his midsection, eyes giving away that he
hasn't eaten yet. "I'd like to stay, ma'am," he says finally.
<*> Lysseth gives a last parting grumble at nothing in particular before
lifting her wings, giving Kassi barely enough time to wave to those
remaining before she hits the skies.
<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with
a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.
You emerge from the hatching cavern over the main bowl.