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August 26, 1998.  PernMUSH.  Everin's POV.
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Your location's current time: 19:42 on day 16, month 2, Turn 24, of
the Tenth Pass. It is a winter evening.
Cast:  Everin, Kiyana, Katany, Laurene, Siara, Catalina, K'tel, Elen,
       Macami, Nadia, Deresh, Jaegon, Kyliven, Hotohori, Sarai,
       Celebanna, Silvon, Jarnyx, Maraczek, M'verick, Arthan; T'dry,
       Faerysa; Dysira.

The Candidates get collected and then ushered out into their Hatching,
of Irianth and Avroth's clutch.  Post-Hatching roleplay included.
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Candidates' Barracks(#309RAJ)
This cavern is slightly smaller than the inner cavern, and seems to
hold in it the breathless anticipation of a history of hundreds of
Candidates. The warm red sandstone is inviting, and a few tapestries
hang here and there, depicting scenes of the hopes of the youths who
stay here: dragons. Cots line the walls, and a few chairs and a
comfortable rug sit in the middle, for an evening chat about weyrlife
or a whispered conversation speculating who will be chosen by the
inhabitants of the eggs on the Sands.
The opening to the south leads to the Inner Cavern.
Contents:
[Many, many people and items]
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Kiyana gets into her rope and starts braiding back her hair and
searching for her sandles, not sure exactly what to do other than to
ger into her robe.

Katany comes in from the hallway, running a hand through her hair.

Laurene works on making her bed, the simple robe she wears swaying
with her movements.

Siara comes tearing into the barracks, breathless, "Do you hear it?"

Catalina has been sleeping quietly, and practically falls out of her
cot as she awakens to see people getting their robes on. "Whh..what?!
Is it time?"

K'tel trots in behind Siara, a slight smile on his face.

Elen comes in behind Siara, looking a little flushed, though you would
think her quite calm.

Macami follows right on Siara's heels, with shining eyes. "It's time!
Get ready!"

Nadia sits rigidly on her cot, already dressed, and her eyes as wide
as saucers as she watches the rest.

Deresh is busy trying to dry her hair, the curls going wild as she
scrubs at the harder.

Siara is smiling wildly, "This is it!" she confirms, "Everyone get
dressed!"

Jaegon spins around from where he's been frantically digging through
his press. "All right, who stole my triple-sharding robe?" He goes
back to digging. This prank does not strike him as at all funny.

Kyliven pulls one last wrinkle out of the covers on her cot. "Huh?
What?" She spins to look at the two riders, eyes wide. "Time for
what?"

Kiyana nods at Catalina, "Best change into your robe Catalina

Hotohori peers, looking over to the others running in, hrming softly
under his breath. What's the rush... they're not going
anywhere. However, he gets to his feet, reaching under his cot to come
up with a robe.

Catalina leaps to her feet, tripping over someone's cot and taking a
spill onto the ground. She mutters silently and turns bright red,
fumbling with her robe.

Sarai gets ushered in by one of the other candidates, "I heard! I
heard, lemme go." Breaking free of the good-intentioned fellow, Sarai
dashes for the nessecary.

Celebanna blinks, "Ready?" stripping off wherry-smelling clothing, she
snags her robe and sandles shucking off boots she pulls it over her
head, and slips the sandals on her feet.

Katany steps closer to K'tel. "Change quickly, please."

Laurene, as though she hasn't heard, continues to work on making her
bed. Apparently, you'll be able to bounce a mark off it by the time
she's done.

Silvon jerks his head up as people burst into the barracks, scowl
changing to wide-eyed stare. He dives under his cot, pushing things
this way and that before emerging with his robe.

Hotohori dropped Blush.

Nadia gently places Lil Snow on the ground.

M'verick strides in from the hallway.

Jarnyx gets to his feet slowly, face frozen. This time has been waited
for for so long, and now it's here, he seems stunned. Fumbling, he
starts to unbutton his tunic with numb fingers, then shrugs his robe
over his shoulders and slips his breeches off.

Jaegon finds his sandals, strapping them on. He just as quickly rips
off his shirt, and looks around wildly for the missing robe.

Deresh gives up and tosses her towel on her cot, instead checking her
robe to see if it's straight, though goodness knows how it couldn't
be. She stands, taking a few deep breaths as the others scurry around
her.

Maraczek blinks, and throws his robe over his shoulders, squirming out
of his other garments.

Everin sucks in a breath that pulls him up from his cot. Now. (Now?
Now!) He fumbles in his press, hands diving for the white.

Siara slips through the hurried crowd, looking each candidate up and
down,checking robes frantically, finally getting to Jaegon and
thrusting a bundle of cloth at him. "I thought you could wear this,"
she murmurs.

Kyliven blinks at the sudden flurry of activity, sitting on her no
longer immaculate cot to tug off her boots. Glancing blankly around at
the others, understanding finally seems to seep into her
consciousness. "The eggs?"

Laurene grins over at Kyliven, "I doubt that it's T'dry this time."

M'verick checks on the candidates and walks to Elen, murmuring
something softly to her.

Catalina lets out a frustrated /argh/, finally managing to change from
one outfit to the other. She unceremoniously dumps her other clothes
onto her cot, slipping into her sandals and quickly pulling her hair
back into a runnertail.

Silvon sits down suddenly on his cot, robe now on, reality sinking
in. His expression, bewildered.

Elen has her hands on her hips as she watches the flurry in the room,
lips twitch and you guess it may actually be from amusement.

Jaegon reflexively grasps the cloth. "Wha..what's this, Siara?"

Arthan stands suddenly, his face serious. A flurry of activity, he
hurridly opens his press and pulls out his robe.

Hotohori wiggles into his robe, the rest of his clothes discarded. He
takes the time to even fold it all, before he settles next to the
bundle, reaching under his cot for sandals.

M'verick mutters to Elen, "... the... new weyrling."

Sarai scrabbeles to her cot, toing boots off as she changes. Modesty
is thrown to the wind, as the beastcrafter hauls off her clothes and
on her robe, "Should we wear underclothes?" She asks, of everyone and
no one.

Elen nods to Ric, and smiles. "Okay...and thank you dear."

Kyliven grins at Laurene and shoves her boots under her cot, pulling
out a new pair of sandals. "Argh! My robe!" She dives for her press
and emerges with the garment, giving Myriath a squeeze before shutting
her good luck dragon in again.

M'verick pats Elen's shoulder and heads out

Maraczek leans against the wall, taking deep breaths. He slowly
gathers his hair up into a runnertail, chewing on his lip and doing
his best to maintain control.

M'verick wends his way out the Inner Caverns.

Siara says softly to Jaegon, "My robe. From when I stood. Alea gave it
to me. Fahloran lengthened it when he wore it, so it should be okay
for you."

Everin toes into his sandals and sways in them, peering around for
guidance. "Now what?" He turns to Hotohori. "You've done this
before. Now what?"

Laurene stands up straight, apparently satisfied with her cot. Her
firelizards arrange themselves about its surface, humming softly.

Macami smiles from Siara to Jaegon, bouncing on the balls of her feet
with excitement.

Deresh heads over to someone else sitting quietly and lsides into a
seat on Silvon's cot, "It doesn't matter,": she says to Sarai.

Catalina turns almost as white as her robe at the realization that
/this is it/, making her way over to Maraczek with arms held out for a
final hug.

Hotohori notes, "We wait." Sandals are finally found, and put on,
before he gets to his feet. "We wait, they send us out... and we're on
our own." A smile is given to Everin, dispite himself.

Katany says "Not is cooler, Sarai, but sandier."

Maraczek's robe is, bespite his earlier bragging, sleeveless. He hugs
Catalina gently, and whispers a luck charm into her ear.

Nadia closes her eyes and expells a long ragged breath of
nervousness. Fingers curl in the fabric of her robe, twisting it
absently as she tries to close off the noises and goings ons of the
barracks.

Everin's shoulders fall, but not far, and he lifts his chin on a nod
back to Hotohori. He waits, hands tucked hard to his side.

Kyliven flings off her clothes, first shirt, then skirt, and slides
her robe over her head. "Eeek! Sarai, do you have a ribbon to spare
for my hair?"

Jarnyx slides his feet into sandals, and runs fingers through his
shaggy hair, pushing it back from his forehead in a gesture of
irritation. His breathing is slow and calm. But the tension in the
cords of his neck shows how much effort it's taking to /stay/ calm.

Catalina smiles nervously at Maraczek, placing a gentle kiss on his
cheek before taking a deep breath. "Well..this is it."

Jaegon blinks and throws it on without further ado. It reaches his
knees, good enough. The pants come off from underneath, and then he
grabs Siara and kisses her cheek. His eyes are full.

Silvon shoots a startled look at Deresh, then continues looking around
the room, shifting restlessly on his cot.

Kiyana waits as she moves over to Catalina and looks nervous, want to
stand next to me Cata? I'm to nervous to be on an end.

Maraczek nods to Catalina, then glances about the room. "I have
ribbons for hair.."

Sarai ohs at Deresh and nods, pulling her sandles on and laced
them. The ties are awkward and clumpy, but they're tied. As the
Weyrwoman says her name, Sarai blinks, looks up, and a faint blush
creeps up her neck, "Okay..." She remains however she was before she
asked the question tho. "A ribbon? I got a white one... Can we wear
them?"

Katany says "Keeping your hair away from your face is reccomended, if
it is long."

Macami scans the candidates with her eyes, taking in their robes. She
nods approvingly. No disgrace it seems. A small sigh of relief comes
from her lips.

Still calmn, Laurene stands quietly, smoothing down her robe. Only a
slight shaking of her hands betrays inner turmoil.

Everin crooks his mouth at Maraczek, shakes his close-cropped head.

Catalina grins at Kiyana after giving Maraczek's hand a final
lingering squeeze. "Sure. Hey Cele, wanna stand on the other side of
me?" she calls to her other friend.

Hotohori dodges as another candidate streaks though, a soft curse
under his breath has he stumbles back. "You know," he mentions to
Everin as an aside, "this would be easier if we knew when they were
hatching before a couple of minutes before."

Nadia hears Katany, and without opening her eyes shoves her hairfirmly
behind her ears.

Arthan finally judges himself ready. He looks around seriously, not
having much to say now that the hatching has finally arrived.

Deresh grins at Silvon, "I hate this part. I want to be out there, the
minute they start to hum."

K'tel chuckles, watching the chaos.

Siara gazes into Jaegon's eyes for a long moment, nods slightly,
swiftly kisses his cheek as well, and then steps back, turning to the
mob of people dressing, "Anyone need help with buckles or anything?"

Kyliven gallops over to Sarai's cot, taking the ribbon and tying her
hair back in a runnertail. "Thanks," she says breathlessly to the
younger girl, arms out to offer a hug. "Wanna stand together?"

Celebanna says "Sure, Catalina." a look accross her face shows the
shock of the hatching being just now, "Deresh? Will you stand with me,
on the other side?"

Kiyana hmmms, 'Braid it, I can help if someone needs thier hair
braided, wouldn't want a hatchling to get tangled in it."

Silvon manages a weak grin at Deresh. "Any last minute pointers?" he
asks, voice cracking embarassingly.

Maraczek wiggles his fingers, watching his hands. His eyes lose focus
for a moment, then he snaps to. "I could use a braid..."

Everin comments as quietly, dark eyes a-roving, "I don't think the
dragons know that far in advance, or maybe we /would/ be warned." He
fixes on Arthan, throws over a weak smile.

Sarai reaches into her press and hauls out a ribbon of white, "Here,
Kyliven," She hops up and presses it into her fellow candidate's
hand. "Oh.. shells, yeah." Then a smile crosses Sarai's face. "Promise
not to drown me?"

Jarnyx looks at Jaegon, a mute appeal in his brown eyes. "Stand by
me?"

Nadia echos Maraczek, her eyes finally open, "Me too.. A braid would
be good."

Silvon wraps his hands together, staring at the floor as people pair
up.

Jaegon tears his eyes from Siara and nods to Jarnyx. "Right beside
you, Jarnyx. This is it."

Deresh smiles at Cele and nods, eagerly, "Sure, Cele. I'd feel better
that way," she looks at Silvon, and smiles at the teen, feeling so
much older than him, at this point, "Relax, take it easy. Today might
not be your day, but it'll all be ok, in the ned."

Katany fidgets slightly, looking from the Candidates to K'tel, and
then back again.

Kyliven grins, hands busy behind her head. "Drown you? In what? Sweat?"

Jarnyx offers a hand to Silvon. "Join us, Sil?"

Catalina grins, rubbing one arm with the opposite hand. Nervousness
doesn't even touch what she's feeling now.

Macami suddenly gulps as she hears the candidates talk. This is all so
familiar to her. She looks at her feet for a moment, then stands proud
again.

Hotohori hmms, nodding. "Very true." Braid moves, more in preperation
that he was doing cooking this morning, than anything else. "Stand by
me, Ev?"

K'tel weaves his way across the barracks to stand by Katany,
"Hey. It'll be fine."

Deresh looks at Silvon, noticing his down cast expression, "Want to
stand with me? I have a side free?"

Siara turns to Macami and grins,"Well, we did it. We got all the way
to the hatching and they'er all still here."

Elen just stands watching, Katany got a nod as hair was mentioned and
now she is just listening to the candidates organise themselves.

Silvon fidgets, shrugging at Deresh, then looking up at Jarnyx,
expression almost scared, so different from his normal attitude. He
nods, tho to Jarnyx or Deresh it's not clear.

Everin sidles nervously away from a pair of gigglers, then his eyes go
back to his friend, solemn. "I told you I would. --Are we going? Is
this it? Oh, shards, my family -- they were going to come, but--"

Sarai grins at Kyliven, "Something like that... I'm more scared;n when
I hadda help an ovine breach birth." She sighs and loops her braids
around eachother, keeping it back and out of her face.

Arthan walks slowly over to Lyndra and quiet words are exchanged for a
few seconds.

Maraczek finally put his fidgeting hands to use, braiding his own hair
in a common seacrafter style.

Katany says "Of course it will. But you had better hold my hand again
anyway. I will apologise to Aellya later."

Jaegon squares his shoulders and runs a hand through his newly-trimmed
hair. He knows father and mother will be on the ledges, and likely
Fianna too.

Macami grins and hugs Siara, kissing her cheek. "I think we had a
little trouble, but all in all we did well." She then hands Siara
something she hid in her right hand, a bracelet it seems. "For you,
Siara."

Hotohori smiles, just a touch. "Then they'll be here." Scared? Him?
Never. Instead, is offered to the harper turned candidate, "Just don't
worry... it happens quickly." Oh, that helped.

Everin nods and composes himself. Back to waiting.

K'tel smiles, eyes crinkling in amusement. He inclines his head to the
Weyrwoman, "Of course."

Kyliven hugs the taller girl and grins up at her. "It'll be
fine. Everything'll go really fast, and then whoops! It's over. It's
just been a really long time coming." She slips one hand into Sarai's,
turning to wait for any instructions from the riders.

Deresh settles on the bed, offering her quiet presence as support to
Silvon.

Laurene's gaze slips over the people paring up. She smiles, briefly,
to Lyndra and Arthan, moving closer to them, but not intruding.

Kiyana sighs, 'I think in a way I'd rather be helping an Ovine have a
breach birth."

Siara blinks and looks at Macami and then throws her arms around her
in a hug. "Thank you. For all your help!"

Jarnyx gives a slight shiver despite the heat. Eyes flicker from one
Candidate to another. So many friends, brought together - and this may
be the last time they'll all be together. He seems to be trying to
imprint the scene onto his memory.

Elen chuckles a little to Katany. "I think under the circumstances she
would understand."

Covering his mouth momentarily, Maraczek sighs and swallows. Settling
back down, he looks over the other candidates, finding himself
standing alone near his slice of the wall. His lips purse quietly.

Siara glances over at her cousin, "Are you all set? Got your hair
taken care of?" she asks, as she separates herself from Macami to
attend to duty again.

Catalina stands with an air of anxiety around her, lips pursed as the
girl looks from Candidate to rider with her hands clasped behind her
back, fingers fumbling with each other.

Jaegon beckons to Maraczek. "Hey. I have a side free, Czek. Want to
guard me from hatchling clumsiness?" Maybe the joke falls flat, but
the invitation is genuine.

Sarai returns the hug tightly, and then squeezes Kyliven's hand. She
fidgits and then sighs. "Okay... I'm ready. Don't be afraid. Don't
show you're afraid," she mutters mostly to herself.

K'tel grins at Elen, "I sure hope she will."

Maraczek sniffs. "We won't all be the same people anymore, so..I want
to apologize, for not being the friend I could, to all of you." He
looks down a bit, folding his hands behind his back. He nods and steps
mutely forward to Jaegon's side.

Katany smiles at K'tel, then at Elen, nervous excitement giving her
face colour. "I think so. R'vyl shall, as well, I expect."

Silvon raises his hand to his forehead to check his headband, looking
paler now, but determined.

Laurene looks over at Katany, "Once the Gold has Impressed, those of
us left -- girls I mean, -- should we head over to where the other
eggs are and join the guys?"

Macami smiles to herself, with flushed cheeks. A cool hand is put to
her cheeks as she gets ready for duty again. Time to herd the
candidates together.

Kyliven's right leg jiggles. "Be ready to move," she returns under her
breath. "Don't think of food."

Silvon stands and moves over by Jarnyx, hands clenched tightly at his
sides.

Catalina turns to Maraczek with a gentle smile, tilting her chin up in
a silent effort to be brave.

Nadia curls her arms about herself in a insecure hug and peers at the
entrance to the tunnel to the sands, lips pulled into a firm quivering
line.

Siara nods to Macami and starts waving her hands to try to get all the
candidates into line.

Jarnyx moves to Jaegon's other side, offering a hand to Silvon with a
comforting squeeze as the other boy joins him.

Deresh looks at Maraczek, her eyes puzzling. As silvon makes his
choice, she slips quietly off the cot and wanders to find Cele and
Cata, int he crowd.

Jaegon says softly "Dodge, don't touch. Don't think food nor fear nor
flight. Just be."

Maraczek offers Siara a timid smile. Then he straightens out his back,
supplying the fearless posture he uses when balancing over firepits
and the like. "I won't let you down, cousin."

Siara smiles at Maraczek, and nods. "I know you won't!"

Elen laughs, taking away some tension. "Well, I reserve the right to
hold someone's hand, and I expect more than understanding from D'ew."

Sarai grins at Kyliven, "And relax. I like that one best."

Macami claps her hands loudly. "Now, some order please. Didn't we
train you well enough for that." She winks though. "Please get ready
to march to the Sands."

Katany says "Yes, Laurene."

Silvon looks startled but returns the squeeze, looking relieved at the
show of support.

K'tel raises a brow at Katany then looks over as Macami speaks up. He
smiles, "Here we go."

Catalina holds her hands out for Celebanna and Kiyana, offering both
girls the brightest smile she can muster.

Silvon sucks in a deep breath.

Kyliven tugs at Sarai's hand, bringing the other girl with her into a
sort of line.

Laurene nods, quietly, turning her thoughts inwards. At K'tel's words,
she glances again to the Weyrleaders.

Jaegon nods to Macami, his face remote, but his eyes ablaze with
feeling.

Siara glances over her shoulder at Katany, Elen and K'tel, smiling
nervously and then turning back , looking at the Candidates over and
over again.

Jarnyx slips into line. A glance to Jaegon and Silvon, flanking
him. "Here we go"

Sarai scoots into line and grins at Kyliven, balancing on her toes. A
smile is given to Siara.

Nadia pulls herself off her cot and stands ready, looking as if she
would like to throw up.

Deresh comes up quiet behind Cele, touching her shoulder to indicate
her presence, keeping quiet as she looksup to Katany.

Katany says "Siara, one of you two should lead them out. K'tel and I
can bring up the rear."

Celebanna gulps slightly, smiling back to Deresh.

Macami moves closer to Siara. She mutters to Siara, "... will
you... there.... scared... as if I... my lifemate already."  She turns
around to Katany and nods.

Deresh grins bravely at Cele, perhaps trying to be the well of
experience for her fellow candidates.

Kyliven rocks back and forth, squeezing Sarai's hand. "Oh....! I hope
you Impress, Sarai!"

Kiyana shivers a little and tries to find someone else to hold her
other hand as she stands next to Catalina, Oh dear."

Elen moves to one side, nearer the weyrleaders. "Guess I am okay
behind you two?" She asks K'tel and Katany?"

Arthan squeezes Lyndra's hand and then both make their way into the
line.

Maraczek sets his jaw, smoothing out his robe. He looks at Macami, and
finds it in himself to give her a proper wink, as he shows her his
robe. He swallows, doing his utmost to appear confident and in
control.

Silvon mutters quietly to himself, "I hope /I/ Impress," as he
overhears Kyliven.

Sarai squeezes back. She mutters to Kyliven, "I... too!" 

Siara nods to Katany, "I remember," she assures her. She turns to
Macami and offers her a hand, "I'll go first, and then you?" She looks
the line of candidates up and down, "You've all done very well," she
says quietly, but clearly, before turning to lead.

Kiyana sighs softly, 'Good luck everyone."

Everin slides into place, tall and white in his robe and under his tan
-- and going.

K'tel lifts a shoulder at Elen, "Sounds good to me."

Deresh whispers to her closest neighbours, Cele and Catalina, "Good
luck."

Hotohori follows, hands settled within ... somewhere, as he gets in
line, expression unreadable.

Elen steps in then, at K'tel's agreemen,t to follow.

K'tel grins, "As long as you get out there."

Macami nods. "You go first, I'll follow." She turns to the
candidates. "It was my honour and pleasure to have you around. You did
well, and you will do well." She smiles, even at Maraczek, then turns
round to walk off.

Silvon ducks his head, and surprisingly enough, murmurs, "Luck," to
those around him.

Nadia slips into line and falls very very quiet.

Maraczek moves behind Jaegon, also silent as stone.

Catalina smiles softly at Deresh, Kiyana, and Celebanna, offering a
wink before silently turning to face Siara, waiting.

Siara takes a deep breath, "Good luck to you all!" She smooths her
dress and heads to the sands.
Siara slips behind a tapestry.

Jaegon suddenly mutters "SHARDS! I forgot to put in my wagers!"

Macami slips behind a tapestry.
Sarai slips behind a tapestry.
Laurene slips behind a tapestry.

Silvon can't help but snicker at Jaegon. "Too late now!"

Jarnyx slips behind a tapestry.

Catalina steps out silently.

Hotohori slips behind a tapestry.
Kyliven slips behind a tapestry.
Catalina slips behind a tapestry.
Nadia slips behind a tapestry.
Jaegon slips behind a tapestry.
Silvon slips behind a tapestry.

Katany says, to K'tel, "Irrylath's grand-babies."

Deresh slips behind a tapestry.

Kiyana takes a deep breath and follows the others

Celebanna slips behind a tapestry.
Kiyana slips behind a tapestry.
Maraczek slips behind a tapestry.

You slip down a dark narrow passageway, which suddenly opens into the
Weyr's hatching grounds.
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Igen Weyr Hatching Grounds - Sands(#1045RJQa$)
An immense, vaulting expanse hollowed out of the rock serves as Igen's
hatching cavern; uncannily hot, even the air lies thick and heavy in
one's lungs. The gritty, black sand shifts beneath each burning
footstep, as unsettling as it is uncomfortable, and its dark hue makes
it difficult to discern the subtle changes in its surface.
The arched entry tunnel is wide, leaving enough room for dragons to
fly through it with relative ease, and the tiers of broad ledges
provide space enough for far more than the Weyr's entire complement of
dragons. Igen's galleries huddle against the west wall, raised several
meters above the vast swath of sand below.
Contents:
[The Candidates, the coordinators, the dam and sire, and...]
Nature's Precipice Egg
Grace Denied Egg
Unblemished Bystander Egg
Desert Mirage Egg
Daybreak's Thrall Egg
Cozied Quilt Egg
Moonlit Tranquility Egg
Dusk's Gloaming Egg
--

Deresh makes her way out behind Celebanna, and pauses to bow deeply to
Sire and Dam and to T'dry and Faerysa.

Sarai walks out, holding Kyliven's hand, and stuttersteps. She inhales
audiably, and then hastily bows to Irianth and Avroth.

Laurene finds her place in the loose semi circle of women forming
around the gold egg. A bow is executed to the Dam, Sire and their
riders. When she straightens, she smoothes the fabric of her robe.

Arthan comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.

Kyliven follows Sarai, gazing around her with wonder. Cued by Siara,
she bows first to Avroth, then again to Iriath before making her
nercous way towards the golden egg.

T'dry moves to stand immediately next to Faerysa, grinning broadly.

Everin files out steadily, white blot in a stream of them, and dares a
glance at the galleries, the ledges, before making a short, stark bow
to the dragons and their riders. Then he minces, winces, across to
join the growing ring 'round the clutch.

Catalina tentatively walks out onto the Sands with the others, wide
eyes going wider as she notices the crowd gathered. She shrinks back a
little, biting her lower lip, hesitating in her advance across the
hatching ground. A deep breath is taken as she resumes her careful
striding across the sand, pausing to bow to Irianth and Avroth before
abruptly scurrying rather ungracefully the remainder of the way to a
place by the gold egg.

Hotohori steps out, fingers hedging away from the sides of his robe as
he does so. Remembering, a bow is tilted toward Irianth, Avroth, the
Weyrleaders, as well as T'dry and Faerysa. Afterward he shuffles,
finding a place down the ned of the line.

Jarnyx pauses for an instant as he reaches the sands, eyes wide,
taking in the scene. Then he seems to recollect himself - a deeply
respectful bow to Irianth and Avroth and then he moves to join the
wide half-circle of candidates around the main clutch.

K'tel comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.

Arthan is all wide eyes and nervous stumbles as he enters the
sands. For a moment

Celebanna comes out, pausing only to bow to Faerysa, Irianth, T'dry
and Avroth, before heading for her place among Deresh and Catalina
around the gold egg with the other girls.

Silvon pauses, blood draining from his face, before he composes
himself and takes the necessary steps over to reach the loosly forming
semicircle of Candidates. He bows quickly, jerkily, first to Irianth
and then to Avroth, before turning to the rocking eggs.

Katany comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.
Katany keeps tight hold on K'tel's hand.

Elen comes out from a small opening in the southern wall.

Kiyana shivers a little and she bows deeply to the Bronze and the Gold
and then another bow to thier riders before moving over to join the
semi-circle of girls, hand curling into Catalina's in nervous tension
that is almost visible on her face.

Jaegon enters about midway through the long line of candidates. He
arranges himself between Jarnyx and Maraczek, then bows deeply to
Irianth, then Avroth. A smile and an equally deep bow to the bronze
and goldrider, and he looks over the eggs, eyes alight.

Macami stands close to Siara in the rear, watching the candidates pay
their homage to dame and sire, then forming their circles around the
eggs. She chews her lower lip anxiously.

Faerysa looks.. relieved. /Vastly/ relieved, and delighted. She rakes
her fingers through her hair as she stands in Irianth's lee, and the
queen, meanwhile,. flicks her tail, eyes intend as the clutch begins
to /move/.

Siara smiles at Macami, holding her hand as they watch their charges
bow properly and take their places.

K'tel walks along beside Katany, holding her hand and watching the
candidates with a slight smile on his face.

Nadia trundles onto the sands at exactly the middle of the pack of
candidates, looking more nervous then a wherry during a dragon
blooding. She's careful to watch where she places her feet, stepping
timidly toward the Dam and Sire. Here she pauses to dip into a deep
respectful bow, a flicker of a wavering smile spent on the pair before
she moves on to make room for the next candidate behind her.

Arthan is all wide eyes and nervous stumbles as he enters the
sands. For a moment he seems likely to freeze up entirely under the
eyes of dragons and bystanders alike, but pulls himself together with
an effort and walks on with some dignity.  [repose]

Maraczek swallows, walking carefully to join the other candidates. His
bows to sire and dam are low and graceful, those to their riders the
same. He smooths out his robe and stands tall as he can, expression
pensive, but solemn.

Elen follows out beside the Weyrleaders, face rather calm as she
watches the candidates with intent.

Everin moves with the clutch: a startled jerk ripples his robe, flicks
his gaze around warily. He sidles by Hotohori. "It's here, it's
here--" it's a mantra, drowning in wondrous panic.

Sweaty hands cling to Celebanna's and Kiyana's like there's no
tomorrow as Catalina stares at the egg, face colorless, brow furrowed,
foot tapping nervously.

Sarai looks at the eggs, and circles with the other females around the
gold egg. She skips her feet up, "Ow!" she hisses, "Shells it's
hotter!" Her voice is low, and she squeezes Kyliven's hand.

Hotohori nods to Everin, a bit of a smile emeregring from
expressionless mask. "It is, and it starts." A hand motions to the
rocking eggs, even as he shifts in stance.

T'dry leans over to Faerysa, next to him. Eyes trying to take in all
the activity at once, he whispers a private comment to her alone.

Kyliven tugs nervously on Sarai's hand; her eyes flick from egg to
Candidate to the gold and bronze on the sands to the riders before
returning to the eggs. "Hot," she nods absently, her feet frozen in
place for now.

Deresh looks to Cele, and reaches out to grab her hand. She tries not
to shuffle as she looks around at all the eggs, and then the
candidates.

Cozied Quilt Egg quivers gently snug in the bed of sand.

Shuffle. Laurene edges through the semi-circle a bit until she can at
least glimpse the rest of the eggs on the sands and their
motions. Dutifully, she remains with the other women, presented for
the gold egg.

Nadia shuffles into place, finding her vacant spot in the ring of
candidates between a short squat girl with burly hands, and a tall
handsome lad up from Igen Hold. Her arms stretch, hands extended to
both in an offering of shared comfort as she peers out over the sands
dappled heavily with unhatched eggs.

Moonlit Tranquility Egg seems to twitch a bit, rolling just a little
bit to the side. Then it's tranquility again before the egg jerks
another time.

Faerysa leans closer to hear T'dry's comment, hands smoothing down the
front of her dress. Her storm-blue gaze shifts to the eggs, the
candidates, back to her mate before moving outwards yet again.

Elen tugs on Siara's sleeve, perhaps just needed a little reasurrance
herself, almost like a candidate as the eggs begin to move.

Grace Denied Egg shivers. Slightly. Then abruptly falls flat to one
side, bumping into an orangish egg there. Rolling off that, it pauses,
then spins a quarter turn.

Maraczek takes up a place beside Jaegon. He takes deep breaths,
calming himself for a moment, eyes closed almost serenely.

Silvon jerks as the eggs jerk, eyes wide as they will
go. Uncharacteristically awed and quiet, he watches, unconciously
shifting feet on the hot sands.

Siara glances at Elen and grins, offering her free hand, the one not
clutching Macami's.

Kyliven inhales sharply, catching a movement from the corner of her
eyes. "Did one move? Did it?"

Laurene's gaze tracks the movements of the grace denied egg,
involuntarily. With a sharp shake of her head, she draws her attention
back to where it's supposed to be.

Hotohori watches eggs hope and weave, him doing the latter as he tries
to keep himself steady. Too bad the sand isn't cooling down to oblige,
as he shifts again.

Everin surreptitiously tugs his robe down, even all the way around,
and then straightens. Head jerks, now, to follow the eggs' spin and
flow. "It did," he breathes back to Kyliven. "Soon..."

Deresh's eyes turn to the moving eggs. There, and that one too. She
swallows, and concentrates on the patterns on the shells.

Kiyana shifts nervously, looking around as she shifts from foot to
foot, eyes drifting from the egg in front of her, then onto the other
eggs that the boys stand around. Her eyes widen a little as she tries
to keep track of the rocking eggs in case one cracks and she has to
move out of the way of a wandering hatchling.

Avroth continues to hum, looking at the clutch from his position to
Irianth's side.

Sarai ooohs and smiles, "Yeah! Look at them," she hisses.

A petrified stare is directed towards the other eggs as Catalina tears
her gaze away from the queen egg. "They're m../moving/," she observes,
noting the obvious. Intrigued, she looks from rocking egg to rocking
egg, but doesn't crack a smile.

Arthan watches gravely, one hand nervously crumpling his robe. His
gaze wonders over the eggs, and then his breath catches as he sees the
Moonlit Tranqility egg rock.

K'tel shoots a smile at T'dry and Rysa then looks back at the eggs.

Elen takes Siara's hand gently as it is offered.

Macami turns her head and smiles to Elen, then squeezes Siara's hand
some more.

T'dry is all teeth, grinning as he points excitedly to one then
another of the moving eggs.

Jaegon can't resist one look up at the stands, then as the eggs begin
to move more violently he jerks his gaze back down. He tries not to
move, but his feet begin to shift in the timeless Candidate Tango.

Siara smiles at her two friends, with warmth and excitement, "It's so
wonderful, isn't it?" she says quietly. She looks back at the
candidates and the rocking eggs.

Grace Denied Egg shudders again, one side slightly deforming as thin
lines lace across its face. These thin cracks are then promptly rolled
over on top of.

Sweat begins to trickle down Nadia's pale cheeks, the heat of the
sands burning into her soul as she stares into the field of eggs,
vividly bright cobalt eyes scanning the cavern for moving the ones
moving.

Kyliven begins to pant; taking her hand from Sarai's she nervously
rubs both sweaty palms on her robe before slipping back into the
comfort provided by the other Candidate. "Is my green egg rocking yet?
Is it? Can you see?"

Elen nods to Siara and Macami. "It is, indeed it is."

Maraczek finds his hands gripping his robe as he shifts his feet,
weakly pawing at the sands with them in a vain attempt to ease the
burning. Sweat mats his hair down already.

Macami nods quietly, eyes intent on the eggs. She seems unable to speak.

Faerysa murmurs a mantra: "Hatch, hatch, hatch, get me out of here."
Not very maternal, really.

Cozied Quilt Egg trembles a bit harder after its initial quivering,
starting, starting to rock in an irregular rhythm.

Sarai stands on her tip toes for a brief moment, "I can't tell..." she
whispers back, standing on one foot in the hopes of cooling it. Her
green-gold eyes drift to the gold egg, "Look at them," she
whispers. "Birth's so beautifull."

Laurene's gaze tracks back to the moving eggs, a future laying there
on the Sands. Expression almost solemn, she watches. Sharp blue eyes
flicker from one egg to another and yet another.

T'dry, too, remembers to shift his feet. He reaches for Rysa's hand

Hotohori watches as eggs hop and roll, hands held to his sides, feet
stopping within their shifting motion as he watches the moving oviods
in earnest. Again... will it be the same? A glance is shifted to
Everin, nervous, before he peers back at the eggs.

You say "Dragonets come out all awkward, though." Honesty propels him
to speak, but he stays physically back, oh yes. "Ugly."

Catalina briefly returns her gaze to the gold egg, but oddly, it
doesn't seem to be the one to hold her attention. Unblemished
bystander, which has been moved yet again by its golden mother, is
finally brought to Cat's attention, and the young Candidate frowns as
she silently notes it's motionless.

Faerysa clings to that hand, as much to keep her balance as anythign
else; she's up on tip-toe, watching.

Moonlit Tranquility Egg starts to jerk again, a sudden jump, though it
still rests in its spot. Only the tiniest weakest cracks appear on the
shell.

Grace Denied Egg rights itself, that depressed side with the cracks
rolling back to the top. Bumping a bluish cream colored egg, it
careems slightly, turning halfway around before stopping abruptly
again.

Kiyana shivers again, though not with heat, but from nervous
excitement as her hand tightens for a moment in Catalina's, "It's
kinda scary, isn't it." she says, stating the obvious as she glacnes
from the rocking eggs to the gold egg, then back again as an egg seems
to jump.

Celebanna watches the eggs carefully, eyes darting for each of the
moving object by craning her neck. The hands she olds are quickly
squeezed.

Arthan watches gravely, one hand nervously crumpling his robe.

Irianth hovers close over her clutch: /her/ clutch, and her
children. No hissing, no overprotection, but she's certainly watching
them -- and the candidates -- closely.

Silvon shifts his weight again, sweat beginning to gleam on his
forehead. Initial shock over, he manages to tear his eyes away from
the scattered eggs to look around the cavern. He stares briefly up at
the stands, then jerks his gaze back to the sands, face turning red
suddenly.

Moonlit Tranquility Egg slowly starts rolling down from a small sand
hill, after a few tentative rockings, coming to rest in a depression
some eager candidate's feet made at the last egg touching session. No
sudden movements here, but rather a steady pecking. And there, cracks
appear on the shell and break the tranquility!

Jaegon finds the Moonlit egg, his favorite, with that motion. His eyes
focus on it and lock. The drop of sweat making its slow way down his
cheek has to tickle, but..

Quivers convulse the Moonlit Tranquility egg.

Nadia repeatly tugs nervously at the belt of her dress, teeth digging
sharply into her bottom lip. The handsome Igen holder takes the
offered hand with a gentle smile, his own glimmering green eyes
sparking with the comfort shared. On her other side though, the burly
girl ignores the hand, turning her shoulder slightly away to eye the
golden egg.

Maraczek tears his eyes from the sands, looking up at the huge,
humming dragons present. He quirks his lips in a smile, as vital as
the sands themselves. With a blink, he looks around again, eyes
fastening tot he moving eggs.

Catalina gets an urge to shudder. "What?" is asked blankly of
Kiyana. "Oh..yeah! Teriffying, even."

Avroth flanks Irianth, wings extending slightly to drape towards his
lifemate, then tucking them back. His great neck twists this way and
that, taking in all of the sights seemingly at once.

Tranquility lost, the Moonlit Tranquility egg loses all pretense of
peace. It shatters quite spectacularly, dissolving into silver-hued
shards.
--
The gentle, verdant green of a field of tall grasses, she is
delicately boned and just as limber. She ripples with the colors the
wind creates: frosted-mint flashes of sunlight against a blade of
grass, and the deep-hued darkness of shadow without light, all
dappling the fragile expanse of her frame; illumination serves to
deepen the patterns that play across her hide, bringing them life and
rich color -- a brilliant emerald's inner fire kindled from
without. Every movement she makes is flowing but complete, and the
incline of her head allows maximum visibility for an astute view of
all she might survey, while that intent scarlet gaze provides the
window to a soul of steady and indulgent determination.
--

Hotohori hips, hops, then pauses, head bowing for a moment, fingers
moving along his face to spy... green. "Will you take a look," is
whistled under this breath; a compliment, at that.

Kyliven takes three deep breaths in succession in an attempt to calm
herself down. "Eiek!" she squeaks at the sudden emergence of the
green, then inhales again. "Lookit that green!"

Jarnyx has his eyes fixed on the rocking eggs, fingers tangling in the
cloth of his robe in a continual restless dance. His eyes snap to the
movement of the hatching Moonlit egg, and bites his lip to stifle a
small cry of wonder. "She's...beautiful" The words are whispered so
soft that even his nearest neighbours would have trouble hearing them.

Cozied Quilt Egg begins to bounce now, harder and harder, bouncing out
of the sandy depression that holds it, the shell starting to show a
web of fine cracks.

Elen lets out a light gasp, as the first of the dragonets soon to be
under her care emerges.

A soft "eek!" of astonishment and appreciation. "Ohh, look. She's
beautiful," is said by Cat in a hushed voice as she smiles at the
newly hatched green.

Kiyana oh's a little, the sound audible only to those next to her as
she sees the green hatch, "She's adorable, isn't she." she says softly
as she shifts from foot to foot.

Everin permits himself a short, steady frisson, then firms. "I see
her," he mutters back to Hotohori, and if his voice cracks, what of
it?

Sarai is looking further away at the Moonlit Tranquility Egg but hears
the gasps and the squeek. "Wh- OH!" Her eyes flick to the
green. "Wow..."

Deresh jumps as the first egg hatches and squeezes Celebanna's hand in
what is probably a painfully tight grip.

The handsome Igen holder squeezes Nadia's hand, and nods toward the
newly hatched green, trying to direct her attention. The tall
raven-haired lass gawks openly, jaw dropping in surprise at such
beauty.

Laurene, her robe's hem swaying with the swaying of her body, remains
every quiet. She watches the eggs, watches the dragonettes fight to
enter the world, and yet she remains a bit apart from it all.

Macami draws in her breath. "Oh, Tivu will adore her!" She smiles
excitedly at Siara and Elen and tugs at Siara's arm.

Jaegon gasps in delight. "Look at her...she's everything in the
world!" he murmurs. The drop of sweat gets wiped off with a quick
motion of his shoulder, but his eyes never leave the green.

Silvon jerks his head as an egg shatters, but turns his gaze away
dismissively as he sees it is just a green. One foot, then the other,
alternates being picked up and carefully put down. "Shells and shards,
it's hot," he mutters to Jarnyx.

Siara gazes at the little green happily. "Ohhh...she's beautiful!"

Grace Denied Egg finally just jerks twice, the life within struggling
fiercely to free itself.

Maraczek forgets to breathe, staring at the hatchling. One hand rises
to wipe the sweat from his brow and smear his hair back into place. He
sucks down a breath, and looks sideays at Jaegon. "So *small*..."

K'tel chuckles at Macami's comment, lifting a hand to brush his hair
back.

Sunlit Fields Green Dragonet shakes herself, some residue of
egg-membrane flying from her still glistening hide. Instead of surging
forward as some dragonets are prone to do she stares around herself
somewhat curiously. She turns her head to look down at herself and it
is then she notices something terrible: she is very hungry and she
needs to find the one that loves her and that she will love!

Cozied Quilt Egg jerks merrily back and forth, making new depressions
in the sand. Whatever is inside seems to be having a good time.

Finally, a smile tugs at Laurene's mouth as she watches the grace
denied egg. The struggles of its occupant touches her.

Jarnyx shuffles his feet restlessly, like a runner at the start of a
race, it's rider restraining in from passing the starting line. His
eyes haven't yet left the green, though he does not speak again. Just
watches.

Catalina releases the breath she unconciously contained longer than
necessary, actually giggling at Cozied. "Lookit, it's dancing or
something."

Hotohori watches the green lurch, then stare, him doing a bit of the
same for a moment, before he takes a step back. "Well... at least
she's not running." Yet.

Sarai looks at the green dragon, and then the other eggs. Skipping one
foot to the other, she squeezes Kyliven's hand. "Lookit. She's so
tiny..."

Kyliven rubs her hands against her robe again, this time, however, she
attempts to bring Sarai with her. The other girl gets an apologetic
smile as she watches the green, waiting for the little beauty to make
her move.

Arthan searches out Lyndra's face among the other candidates,
lingering the gaze

Everin stares at the green, blinks back to the clutch, to the
Candidates. A daze slips its soft mask over his face, and his jaw
muscles slacken around the reply: "No ... but the eggs are still
moving." Everything is.

Grace Denied Egg twists again, seemingly trying to bury itself rather
than break free now.

Kiyana chuckles just a faint bit as she nods, watching the eggs and
the hatchling with wide eyes, 'Yeah, or something."

Silvon sucks in a huge breath, making a face at the heat in the
air. He watches eggs pop softly, brightening as he spots one
dragonette, frowning slightly at another, some system known only to
himself.

Catalina giggles at Kiyana. "Well what do /you/ think it's doing?" she
asks mock challengingly, doing her absolute best to mask her nervous
feelings.

Laurene seeks out Kiyana with her gaze and flashes a brief smile. The
core of ice that's surrounded Laurene for the last several days slowly
seems to be melting.

Nadia wets her lips with a quick flash of her tongue, as she directs
her gaze toward the hands clasped between her and the other. Better
not to watch.

Cozied Quilt Egg tips to the left, spins, tips to the right, and spins
again before settling into a cheery back and forth of little jerks.

Hotohori watches Grace -- that egg-- before his gaze darts back to the
green. "And it never stops," is uttered, though he has chosen to
remain still for the moment.

Elen lest her eyes flicker over the dragonet and then the egss, before
reasting on the candidates, with a caring intent.

Grace Denied Egg bangs several times, a sharp sound coming from
within. Several more twists in seeming frustration pull it from its
sandy hollow, rolling into one of its other clutch brethren.

Sunlit Fields Green Dragonet knows her purpose now but takes her
time. No impatience here as she first has to figure out how that
walking thing has to be done. She spreads her wings that quickly
dried, as if for stability, then takes a few steps. It works! A

Brilliance sparks a moment, fleeting, along the surface of the Grace
Denied Egg.

Everin winces, looks at a different egg, safer.

Catalina giggles. "See? It's dancing." And this is said in a firm tone
that indicates Cat is not in the mood to be argued with. She watches
Cozied for another moment with an amused smile before the green
recaptures her attention and she falls silent again, awestruck.

Dust-shadowed and quiet, the Grace Denied Egg shifts along its
hillock, first slow, then with more vigor. As it tumbles downwards,
end over end, it shatters, leaving forlorn shards in its wake.
--
The deep, earthy browns speckling his headknobs and ridges connote
promise, the contract of fertile soil and life renewing. Whorls of
umber and chestnut commingle with the sharp lines of his egg-starved
frame, absorbing the light deeply until the glow seems to come from
within; a dustier sienna shadows his narrow wings, drier and stretched
to their limits. Towards the base the lines blur, thickening muscle
hiding skeletal bulk that is solid and well formed and his tail
extends sinuously, as though seeking its own level of measure.
--

Hotohori watches the green, fingers wiped absently along his robe,
before he spies that egg again, before he peers. "It hatched." Indeed,
it did. "Wha...?"

Kiyana uhhs a little and hmmms, "Trying to hatch." she says with a
cheeky grin before her eyes drift back to the hatchling and then the
moving eggs, then once more back to the gold egg, least until a crack
signals the hatching of a brown, "Oh...."

Sarai grins at Kyliven, rubbing her own sweeting hands on her robe,
"Lookit... Faranth... It's it's... Undescribabale," she finally
blurts, eyes wide and brilliantly green-gold. Another foot skip, and
Sarai wriggles her left foot, sending a tiny spray of sand away from
her foot. "Oh! A brown!"

Desert Mirage Egg shifts in its mound, centered and apart. It's
subtle, though, discernable only by the trails of sand that stream
away from it.

Laurene's bottom lip is caught between teeth as the brown emerges into
the world. Her gaze tracks his motions as the shards of his egg fall
away from him. She holds her breath, unaware that she's doing so.

Elen now has two dagonets to watch, and her eyes have to start working
more quickly.

Everin broods at the brown. "He's so thin," he finally says, then
peeks back at the green. Then at the clutch. Then the ring of faces
and robes, settling on Laurene. A pensive smile: fighting dragon,
there.

Catalina freezes, voice cracking. "A brown," she mutters, a tiny smile
appearing on her face. "He's so handsome, look at him Kiya."

Kyliven's gaze jerks from the dainty green to the painfully thin
brown. "I see him! Isn't he /handsome/? I bet he's starving, though,"
she adds thoughtfully, head cocked to one side. "Poor boy. Hope he
Impresses quick."

Deresh ahhhs as the brown shatters free, mid roll, "What about that
one, Celebanna, isn't he wonderful?"

Jaegon completely misses the brown, focused as he is on the green. His
eyes are brilliant, and he readies himself to move out of the way if
she charges. If the brown charges, he might be in trouble.

Jarnyx glances to the hatching egg, eyes widening as the little brown
emerges, then eyes go back to the green beauty, watching her fumbling
attempts at her first steps with concern that almost outweighs his
nervousness.

The hand in Nadia's stiffens with the sight of the brown. Smiling, she
glances up to watch the expression on the Igen holder's face, so rapt
he is. Curious, the tall girl glances about, and she too stiffens at
the sight of the lovely dragon.

Kiyana gasps a bit as the sand from around the gold egg slides a bit
across her feet, "It moved." she says, tugging on Catalina's hand, "It
moved." she says, repeating herself.

Silvon shifts burning feet again, frown flashing across his brow
before smoothing back to wide-eyed, well, yes, wonder. Spotting the
brown, he considers it, watching.

More mirage-like than ever, the Desert Mirage Egg shifts again,
quivering, trembling. /Alive/.

Hotohori continues to shift to the other side, before he mentions,
"Thin or no, look at that color." This, to Everin, as the candidate
stills once again. Head tilts, brown and green, both watched with a
careful eye.

Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet is free! Wings spread, his neck, still wet
with the last traces of egg, comes up. Eagerly looking around, he
drinks in his surrounding, whirling eyes stop at his sire and dam
before turning to eye the line of candidates. Surely one will suit.

Catalina hmms?, eyes locked on the brown. "What moved?" She couldn't
care less about the gold right now, strangely.

Cozied Quilt Egg starts to rock back and forth determinedly now,
rattling with all its might.

Sarai nods, one braid freeing itself and spilling along the side of
her face. "They're all moving too fast," she whispers, a touch annoyed
and a whole swab of delighted. Then her eyes tripple in size. "Look!
Look! The gold egg!" She points with her shared hand with Kyliven.

K'tel squeezes Katany's hand, directing her attention to the gold egg,
"It moved. Won't be long."

Maraczek watches with sharp eyes, feet moving in a rhythm now to ward
off the heat. He glances to Jaegon, and releases his grip a bit,
hissing a whisper. "Leggo, you can't drag me if something happens.."

Sunlit Fields Green Dragonet stops at the first group of tiny white
things standing in a circle around the gold egg. She sniffs curiously
but they don't seem to be food. A strange noise, is it a sigh, and
then she moves on to the boys. No food, and worse, no loved one
amongst the girls.

Laurene remains where she is, still. The held breath is let out
slowly, and another is taken. In, out, in, out. Breathing is
important. She wipes suddenly sweaty hands against the white fabric of
her robe.

Avroth turns, looking as a brown emerges. A soft chuff of pride before
he returns to scanning the entire clutch.

Kyliven glances away from the hatchlings towards the gold
egg. "Moved?" She takes an unconscious step backwards, then with a
firm shake of her head, returns to Sarai's side. "Where'd that green
go?"

Kiyana points with her free hand as the gold egg moves again, "It's
Moving Cata." she says, voice rising a bit as her eyes get a bit wider
than before, attention on the gold egg as it's now moving.

Everin, not nearly as talented with his eyes, has to sweep his head
back and forth, scything attention with quick, strained strokes. "He's
gooey, too," he offers, then shies. Is the green coming here, away
from the girls?

Jaegon turns loose of Maraczek's hand, muttering an apology.

Katany squeezes back, taking a deep breath. "I hope so. I want to
.know. already."

Siara nods, "Brown...there's isn't a blue yet is there?" she mutters
to Macami and Elen.

Hotohori spies the green, watching the green, before he wrinkles his
nose. "Gooey?" He didn't need that, as feet shift, green watched as
she moves away from that tiny ring of girls about the gold egg.

Elen shakes her head to Siara. "No dear, not yet."

Catalina sighs in resignation as Kiyana demands her attention, peering
at the gold egg and shaking her head. "I didn't see it move..maybe
it'll move again soon?" she tries.

Arthan's attempt at dignified immobility is somewhat marred as the
warm sand

Silvon doesn't notice the green, evidently having dismissed her at
first sight. He watches the other eggs intently, focused on them,
forgetting to breath before sucking in deep breaths.

Arthan's attempt at dignified immobility is somewhat marred as the
warm sand forces him to shuffle his feet.

Jarnyx shifts his weight as the green approaches the boys, eyeing her
with wariness, ready to move if she should make a sudden lunge. He
spares a short glance for the brown to check that's nowhere near -
yet. Then watches the greens again, scrubbing his sweaty palms against
his robe.

Celebanna cranes her neck to peek at the green, cautiously watching
it.

Nadia casts her gaze away, not looking at either, but rather
concentrating on a dragon perched high above on a ledge. There stands
a magnificant green from a past hatching, and a male rider grins from
ear to ear down at her.

Siara nods impatiently, straining to see it all at once, still
clinging to the hands of the Weyrlingmaster and her fellow Candidate
Coordinator.

Desert Mirage Egg rocks more decisively, and light refracts from the
granular brilliance of its shell. Dreamlike.

Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet turns and sets off purposefully. A line is
made directly for that crescent of girls. No wait, the cluster of boys
to the right. Pausing to reevaluate, he then heads towards a black
haired young lad.

Sarai squeezes Kyliven's hand, "She- she's by the boys," her eyes
narrow. Sarai looks at the gold egg and then the brown
dragonette. Then the gold egg.

Everin bites his lip on future stray comments and keeps his eyes as
firmly on the green -- the brown? -- both!

Cozied Quilt Egg batters itself back and forth, the web of fine cracks
growing and spreading slowly.

Kyliven cranes her neck past Sarai's taller form, trying to discern
where that green's gotten to. "And there's the brown, too!" she
exclaims while tugging on Sarai's hand. "He's by the boys as well!"

Laurene, despite the tugging on her sleeve by a holder girl who stands
next to her, watches the brown as he moves in his
search. Disappointment radiates from her frame as he shifts his
direction towards the boys, though she seeks out his goal curiously
with her eyes.

Blue eyes narrow as Cat finally catches the movement of the queen
egg. "Wow, look..it /did/ move," she says more in interest than
anything else.

Deresh ahhs, slowly, as the green makes her way towards the boys, she
leans forward, to follow her progress.

Kiyana looks at Catalina briefly as the gold egg moves again, "See,
it's moving." she says in a soft voice, looking ready to take several
steps back if the egg starts to move like the other ones are/

Maraczek absently rubs his hand, letting the returning blood pioneer
into the digits, getting the pins and needles done with as quickly as
possible. Feet shift, and he rubshis forehead against his shoulder to
clear the sweat stinging his eyes free.

Elen is just wating...waiting for the time when she will be needed.

Sunlit Fields Green Dragonet has been gaining ground slowly and stands
in front of the male candidates. There, a blond lad. She seems to butt
her head against his legs, but wait, he does not smell right Her
unusual calmness for such a young dragonet seems to evaporate. He's
here, but where? There! The light of her life! She feels the pull of
his soul, and starts flapping her wingsails, spraying sand. Emerald
eyes, how fitting that he has eyes of this colour. And he seems to
adore her! She stands at his feet, not faltering now that she has
found him.

The Sunlit Fields Green Dragonet gazes into Jaegon's eyes.

Hotohori watches the green and brown, green and brown, green
and... "Jaegon." He doesn't say anymore, the green left from mind
before he peers back now to the more immediate inquiry, the brown.

Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet stops again and looks about. So many
looking at him, so many to see. All of them are interesting but
/there/! That one, looking! That one is special. He moves to
investigate, almost at a trot now.

Celebanna blinks, and nudges deresh motioning to Jaegon, a delighted
surprise on her face.

Kyliven squeaks again. "Jaegon! Jaegon! You Impressed!" As if he
didn't already know that. All her attention is towards the boys; gold
egg, moving or not, is ignored. For now.

Jarnyx glances to Jaegon with an enormous grin. "Jaegon! Yes!" He
steps back from the other candidate, moving closer to Silvon, eyes
snapping to check the whereabouts of the brown.

Kiyana ohs softly as she notices the green pause in front of someone,
"Oh, look What's her name Jaegon?"

K'tel grins, watching Jaegon and the green, "There. Good."

Silvon shifts, skittering away from the green near him, a flash of
annoyance marring his features. An eyebrow arches as he sees her go to
Jaegon, considering, then he turns back to the rest of the Hatching,
throat moving as he swallows, hard.

Siara clutches Elen and Macami tighter, "Is - is that green looking at
Jaegon?" she whispers, her voice full of hope.

Everin starts. "Jaegon? --J'gon," he corrects himself on a wave of
amazement, wistful regret. "She's a lovely--" But that brown's still
out there. And /trotting,/ so help them all.

J'on blinks. Once. Twice. His face pales, and then a huge rush of
color seems to indicate he's about to pass out. He drops Jarnyx and
Maraczek's hands, falling to his knees in front of her. "Linneth!" he
shouts! then softer "Oh, Linneth, I've waited for you so long, so
long.."

Rubbing at one eye, Maraczek takes a step away from Jaegon, smiling
quietly to himself. He rubs his nose, then, hands moving back and
forth gainst his robe.

Elen watches, holding her breath as the green stops by Jaegon, she
waits for a suitable moment to make sure she is correct, before
helping the new pair.

Katany grins. "Jaela will be pleased."

Sarai's eyes are on the brown and the gold egge, darting back and
forth. Kyliven's squeek allert her, "Jaegon?" Her head snaps to look
over and Sarai bubbels, "Jaegon!"

Deresh turns as Celebanna nudges her attention tot he here and now and
grins, "She chose Jaegon!"

Catalina gapes at Jaegon, jaw muscles the only muscles in her body
that are slack at all. "/Jae/!" is said exclaimed incrediously and
proudly, smiles broadening.

Laurene's mouth thins out as she rises up on tiptoe, trying to see
where the brown's attention has moved to now. A faint frown mars her
features, concentration.

K'tel nods, still smiling, "Oh, yes, she will be."

Ripples mar the surface of the Cozied Quilt egg.

Macami bounces as if the sand were burning her feet. "It's Jaelove,
oh, it's Jaelove! Hooray." She grins all over her face.

Nadia hears the name wafting through the cavern in a tone of
congradulations and casts about, searching for the impressed pair. A
grin pulling her cheeks wide, she adds her own shout, "Jaegon!"

T'dry pulls his hand free of Faerysa's and claps loudly as the first
impressions are made. "Jaegon got green!"

Desert Mirage Egg definitely digs itself a hole, now, sending the sand
cascading away from it.

Shell volleying outwards, the Cozied Quilt egg splinters into a mass
of messy, large shards. A moment's fight more and even its base is
destroyed, if more finely, scattering red and green across the sands.
--
Clean lines delineate the imperious wedge of his head, highlight the
misty blue of his muzzle, and shade towards silvered grey-blue as they
arch upwards to water-smoothed headknobs. Small and fluid, that
luminous, cornflower hue leaves a trail along his ridges and even
pools in reflective shallows along his wingsails, allowing the spars
to darken into somber cadet; clear shadings, ringed like early-rain
droplets, pattern the rest of his hide with morning dew's
glistening. Although finely-boned, his delicate frame is not fragile:
instead, his movements hold a strength and sensitivity that's honed to
fluxes as shifting as the pigments of his hide.
--

Siara's hand flies to her mouth, tears filling her eyes. "Jaegon -
J'on!"

Faerysa laughs, delighted. "Oh /wonderful/. I know he's pleased."

Elen moves to insure that J'on will get safely from the sand with the
lovely green, grining broadly as she does so.

Kiyana blinks and turns as the gold egg demands her attention again
with it's movement, though her gaze moves around at the sound of
another breaking shell and she sighs a bit as she sees the blue, "They
are all so lovely."

Attention can't be held to any one place anymore, Catalina is riveted
by everything taking place around her now. The movement of the gold
egg, the hatching of the blue, the advancing of the brown,
everything. "It's all happening so fast..."

Macami shakes her head. "J'on, now that's something." She smiles
happily.

Jarnyx is following the movement of the brown with his eyes, then they
go to the newly hatched blue. His face breaks into a grin. "Now
/there's/ a handsome lad" he murmurs to Silvon.

Sarai looks at the brown and then, passing her gaze to the gold egge,
she sees the blue erupt, "Oh wow... Look at him... He's so- wow..."
She sighs and does the age old candidate shuffel.

Kyliven claps her hands, then squeezes them together. "Sarai! Look at
that blue! He's so.. He'

J'on shakes himself, rather as Linneth did to rid herself of shell,
and beams imparitally around. To the other candidates. To the
dragons. To the weyrfolk. And his eyes flick up to his mother on the
ledges, where she and Ladonyth watch..before he says "C'mon,
Linneth. Let's get you off the sands and where you can eat!"

J'on helps Linneth to a better spot.
J'on strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.

Hotohori watches as a blue emerges, breath inhaled, but never
released, until the head prevents it to be otherwise. "Too fast," is
noted, mostly for his own benefit.

Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet makes his way out of the broken shell,
pausing in the struggle to regard it curiously and pokes at it with
his muzzle inquisitively, pausing again, and then giving it another
shove. Abandoning the shell, he turns to a better game, trying to drag
himself through the sands.

Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet is oblivious to the scattering candidates
as he heads directly for the crescent of girls again, not pausing at
all now. A casual sniff and odd look is shot at those he passes, but
all are quickly ignored. The special one is closer now and he slows,
thin neck twisting to evaluate each in turn as he passes.

Celebanna blinks at the blue, the brown. And the gold egg
twitching. She squeezes the two hands, as if giving yet asking for
reassurance somehow.

Everin pulls his attention raggedly around to the clutch. "Blue," he
comments faithfully to Hotohori, shuffling. "That brown /is/ moving
fast, isn't he? Can they do that? /Should/ they do that?"

Desert Mirage Egg cracks, ever so faintly. Barely preceptible, but
it's there. Oh yes.

Deresh spies the hatched blue and grins, "Oh, now he's a pretty one."

Elen watches J'on and Linneth leave, soft smile playing on her lips
through the worry and then looks back to the other dragonets.

Catalina starts to tug on Kiyana's hand. "Looklook, the brown is
coming over here!" she announces ecstatically, eyes widening once
more.

Again, Laurene's breath is held as the brown moves back into the
semicircle of women. Pure wanting is the only way to describe the
expression that crosses her features as she watches his movements.

Kiyana gasps a little as the brown comes close, "What is he doing,
Catalina? Should we move?"

Siara sniffles, wiping her eyes with the back of a hand as the first
pair leave the sands, and then her eyes drift to the blue. "Oh!" she
nods approvingly.

Kyliven shuffles behind Sarai to the girl's other side, mindful of
warnings not to move quickly. From her new vantage point it's easier
to see the pile of rocking eggs and not just focus on the
gold. "They're both so handsome, aren't they?"

Sarai looks at the blue and sighs, then her eyes hit the brown as it
looks at the women. A gulp. Then a squueze of Kyliven's hand. "Be
carefull..." Sarai slips to her toes, mincing at the heat.

Deresh stands her ground, "just stand still. Don't move," she says,
loud enough for Catalina to hear her.

Hotohori shakes his head. "You're asking the wrong person," is gotten
out, as the candidate shifts, watching that brown slow in his
movements. Where will he go? And better yet, who will he go to?

Arthan's face is study in wonder as he watches the newest dragon and
rider.

Maraczek remembers to stand up straight, feet still shifting their
regular rhythm. He watches the sands, lips moving in an emotional
array, quivering though they hold their smile.

Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet finds! That one there! Copper colored
round things top its form. This is the one!

Elen rocks ever so slightly, just causing a slight tremor and shifting
in position.

Macami idly dismisses the blue and focusses her attention on the
brown, with an approving nod.

Catalina bites her lower lip and nods vigorously at Deresh, firmly
planting her feet and staying perfectly immobile.

The Tilled Earth Brown Dragonet gazes into Laurene's eyes.

Katany grins. "Laurene. Lovely."

Jarnyx points to Laurene, tugging at Silvon's hand. "Look, Laurene
Impressed!"

Laurene's wide blue eyes fixate upon the brown's. "Idrelth!" Her tone
is triumphant, joyous.

Sarai looks at the brown and where it's stopped, "Oh! Laurene!" She
points and tugs Kyliven a bit as she does so.

Faerysa's smile widens, delighted. "Oh, they /suit/."

Everin shudders a sigh and finds a grin, a pure, delighted grin. "Oh,
she got it, Hoto, look -- no gold for her!"

Deresh heys as the brown choses from the female ranks, "Oh Laurene,
"She gushes, "He's perfect!"

Kyliven's feet have noticed the heat, even if she hasn't. She fidgets
from foot to foot, glancing around at all the furor and so misses
Laurene's Impression.

Celebanna gasps blinking at Laurene, "Oh my." quickly, she adverts her
eyes peering at the other eggs and hatchlings.

Hotohori pauses as the brown stops at Laurene... a smile comes and
goes, before his attention shifts to the moving blue. No time for
congratuations; dragons are on the move. "Indeed.. none for her."

Cat's face falls for a moment, but her disappointed facial expression
is lifted again with happiness for her fellow
hopeful-gone-Weyrling. "Laurene, that's a beautiful name..."

Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet dips his head to study his claws and
the marks they make on the sand and then gives a curious
warble,starting at the sound of his own voice, and moving more quickly
as if something is now chasing him. Twisting and struggling across the
sands as he tries out various combinations of limbs he nearly bumps
into groups of - what /are/ those big tall things? He manages to get
his legs and wings working well enough to go find out.

T'dry just shakes his head, nervously biting his lip. He, too, is on
his toes, smiling and ducking his head from side to side to see what's
going on.

Macami applauds. "Yeah, the brown chose Laurene. Solid material." She
grins.

K'tel nods slowly, smiling.

Kiyana gasps a little and ohs softly, "Oh Laurene, congrats." she says
as she wipes her face, is that just sweat she's wiping away, or tears
as well as she turns to look at the blue and the eggs in front of her.

Laurene smiling fit to split her face, she levers the awkward
dragonette into her arms. "Food. Yes. Now." She glances around, not
really seeing faces, plaintively, "Please?"

Shimmering against the sands, the Desert Mirage Egg moves almost
within the line of sight, decisive but dreamlike.

Silvon blinks at the tug, then grins faintly. "Yeah, well, good for
her." He turns back to the eggs, shifting feet against the heat of the
sands.

Cracking a tenuously narrow line down one side, flakes scatter off the
surface of the Desert Mirage Egg, and it finally breaks apart to
release first a golden wingspar before it collapses completely
inwards.
--
Long of limb and limber in line, this fledgling queen's hide shines
brilliantly, vibrantly gold, but a hue tempered by the stain of
saffron and undertones of resinous umber. Showy, broad-sailed wings
arch high in a wash of diaphanous marigold, darkening to verdigris
along the ailerons and at the base; that same transparent sunflower
shade lines the softer curve of her underbelly and neck, although it
glitters bright citrine along the slope of her withers and
ridges. Unabashedly resilient, intense derring-do shows in the
scintillant glint of her eyes, as well as the nacreous scythe of her
talons.
--

Elen moves to assist Laurene

Laurene helps Idrelth to a better spot.
Laurene strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.

Siara smiles, watching Laurene, "I like that name. Idrelth."

Nadia attempts to watch everything at once, but doesn't manage, and
gives up to watch the sands that dwell beneath her feet.

K'tel points with his free hand, excitedly, "There she is. A beauty!"

Kyliven giggles at the blue, again dragging at Sarai's patient
arm. "Lookit him! He's just like a baby feline!" Reaction not what she
wanted, she turns to see... the gold. "Wow," she breathes. "Wo-ow."

Hotohori winces as the gold emerges, a low whistle coming from
him. "Jays," is finally uttered, before he peers at the blue. No
threat from the gold, but the blue is something else entirely.

Everin shakes his head sharply: back to the watching. "We're still
here, after all," he mutters, and while he peeks at the gold, because
he can, because he must, he moves his eyes on, to the eggs still
remaining.

Avroth shifts slightly away from Irianth, pushing up with his
forelimbs to see from on high. His gaze trails after the brown and his
new found lifemate as they make their way off the sands.

Kiyana gasps as the gold hatches and she tugs sharply on Catalina's
hand, "Cata, it Hatched." she says, stating the very obvious as she
fights to keep from stepping back as the queen uncurls from her
shards.

With the brown dragon's lifemate found, Catalina drags her attention
towards the blue... But a flash of gold catches her eye and she goes
rigid. "Oh..Faranth.." She steps back a pace, lower lip catching in
her teeth.

Maraczek watches Laurene, smile still held onto his features as she
goes. His head turns to glance at the newest splash of color, and
bites down on both of his lips to stay quiet.

Deresh is watching Laurene and Idrelth leave as the gold hatches,
subtly. It's not til she turns back that she notices the newly hatched
queen.

Jarnyx hears the crack of the gold egg -and for a moment his eyes go
to the girls. A smile of sympathy, then he goes back to watching the
blue, though stealing glances occasionally at the gold beauty, curious
as to which of his friends she will choose.

Sarai turns and then just gapes as the gold egg hatches. Her mouth
moves, no words, and her hand allmost crushes Kyliven's. A squeek from
her throat hits somewhere around an F sharp.

Macami smiles. "Well, I prefer names with three syllables. But it's a
good name."

Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet flips her wings to her back, steadying
herself onto her feet. Speading those showy wings a bit, her hide
twitches, showing shards -- and she takes the moment to observe,
before her steps take her decisively /forward/.

Siara shivers, gazing at the gold, and then turns to regard the blue
again, nodding absently to Macami, her hand still holding tightly to
the other riders.

Katany lets her breath out. "Well, she did manage to hatch."

Celebanna regards the queen hatchling with a long look, mouth hung
open as she watches it's progress. Realizing her mouth's agape, she
closes it.

Nature's Precipice Egg rocks ever so slightly, just causing a slight
tremor and shifting in position.

Macami gets all excited again as she spots the gold. "Oh, what a
sight!" Siara's hand gets squeezed again.

Silvon blinks, then lets out a long, low whistle. "Shells and shards,
she's a pretty one and knows it, doesn't she?" he says to no one in
particular, managing a grin at the gold hatchling.

T'dry is nearly beaming with pride, grinning from ear to ear. "This is
so..so..." He, yes, even he, for once, is at loss for words."

Elen sighs a little as she tries to keep up and help those new pairs
as they keep forming.

Sweat trickles down from Cat's forehead, a few escaped tendrils of
golden-brown hair clinging to her colorless face, features frozen in
fear. "She's..she's.." Words fail her, for once.

Kyliven stares unabashedly at the gold, mouth open and scarcely
breathing. For all she said she didn't want the gold, things are
different when she's Right There in front of a girl.

Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet waddles along with scant gracefulness,
peering curiously at each candidate, appearing to enjoy himself
immensely. What a charming game this is! He studies a group of boys,
flapping his wings excitedly as he discovers that he can, and then
moves on to share this exciting news with the next group nearby.

Hotohori winces, though mostly from a bit of hot sand entering his
sandals. He shifts, letting it drain from one foot, and to the other,
before he takes a step back, blue spied on the move, gold surrounded.

Deresh loosk sideways, down the row of girls, of which she is standing
on the end of. And then back tot the gold. Teh blue is barely psared a
glance, now that the queen has commanded her ttention.

Sarai feet suddenly skip up as the heat reasserts itself, "She's
sure..." Voice tight with delight, Sarai's eyes flicker with
amazment. A fast glance to the blue sees it heading to the bows, and
she skips her feet again. "Ow," she hisses, and flicks a loose braid
back out of her face.

Everin keeps watching that waddling blue fixedly, studying him in
return. Weight shifts to the left foot; right hand swipes at his
brow. "It /is/ fast," he finally tells Hotohori. "I feel like I'm
... drowning in it."

Arthan glances at Hotohori as he moves then his attention goes back to
the dragonets and their progress.

Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet takes her trek early, steps even and
well-spaced. No dilly-dallying for her, no: she's energetic, direct --
but still curious as those faceted eyes take in everyone and
everything. She half-stubles but rights herself quickly, without too
much of a flail.

Kiyana nods and starts to shake sweat out of her eyes, "Yeah." is all
she says in response to Catalina as she watches the gold, eyes wide
and round as she continues to shift from foot to foot as she keeps her
eyes on the gold.

Maraczek catches the movement of the blue, turning to watch the
dragonet in some wonder. Feet rise and fall within the sandals, to let
some cooling air under the baking soles.

Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet begins to waddle and flap more
urgently. What's that funny empty feeling in his stomach? That's not
such a fun game at all! He begins to peer at the candidates more
intently as he bounces along, looking and looking. One of them is
supposed to play this game with him!

Faerysa leans against Irianth's side, her smile upturned: she
/watches/, and her mate's look is pretty close, too.

Silvon ignores the gold; she's not for him. He watches a dark bronze
hatchling intently, face falling as he goes to a tall boy from the
Minecraft. Yet, there's more eggs still unhatched, and he watches
intently, sparing only an amazed glance for his tightly clenched fist
as he wipes at his sweaty forehead.

Nature's Precipice Egg is now rocking in wide sweeping motions from
side to side, with as much grace as an egg can, causing a large
silhouette on the sands.

Katany watches the gold uneasily, lips pressed tight together.

Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet pauses and looks directly at a group
of girls, making his awkward way right up to the slightly plump one
with the pretty rose-brown eyes.

Nadia gives the queen a glance, unable to do anything else but, and
simply smiles, murmuring to the lad at her side, "She's lovely, of
course. I'd just bet she will find a perfect lifemate as well. The
next weyrwoman." He nods his agreement, and regards her as well,
curious as to who she will pick.

Unblemished Bystander Egg wobbles slightly, a bare ghost of a motion.

Transfixed on the young queen, Cat gasps silently as the beauty takes
a spill, relief loosening her jaw slightly. Slightly. Now that she's
stepped back, she doesn't have the nerve to move forward, but she's
completely taken with the gold.

Hotohori watches as the blue seeks a playmate, the gold only given a
quick glance as gaze finally rivet upon a moving egg. Or three. He's
not sure, as he mutters to Everin, "Drowning in that, and sweat."

Sarai's thin lips quirk into a smile as the gold moves. "Kyli,
look..." A faint sigh and Sarai rolls her tense shoulders
back,carefully (and barely audiably) popping them.

Kyliven stares at the gold and her posing, faint smile on her
lips. "She's /beautiful/. Prettier'n Siavath." High ledges get a
quick, guilty glance at that before she turns back to the sands.

K'tel squeezes Katany's hand gently, leaning closer to murmur, "She'll
do fine. Relax."

Deresh shuffles her fett, realising that she's not moved since LAurene
Impresse. Once again, her eyes flick to the line of female candidates,
and to the two dragons perusing them.

Everin sighs and scrubs again. "I need a bath," he says with some
fastidious despair. "--Oh, the blue, Hoto, look at the blue, there--"

T'dry is a contrast to Faerysa's coolness. He /bounces/! Jumping two,
three times for a better look, then pacing, all the while wearing his
silly grin. Pausing to give Faerysa a five second shoulder massage, he
turns back to the clutch, overexcitement plainly evident.

The Morning Rainwater Blue Dragonet gazes into Kyliven's eyes.

Jarnyx watches the blue head for the girls. "There he goes. He knows
what he wants" Then his eyes snap to the unblemished Bystander
egg. "That's the egg...I thought...that day we came to touch the
eggs..." he falls silent again.

Macami leans forward. "Oh, I think the blue is choosing. Isn't
that...yes, it's Kyliven! Her mother will be proud, I guess."

Katany says "It is not her that I am worried about." Whatever she
might say next is lost in Kyliven's Impression. "Excellent!"

Elen has her eyes on that Blue, and as it gazes at kyliven, Elen gets
ready to assist the girl, just as she did the others.

Sarai looks at the blue by her and instantly lets go of Kyliven's
hand. "Kyliven!" She steps back away from her friend with a huge grin.

Hotohori's gaze actually brightens, as the blue makes his
choice. "He's not green... but I doubt you mind." Kyliven probably
doesn't hear that statement, as he gaze goes from her back to the
rocking eggs.

Kyliven feels a nudge at her feet and glances down, then up again at
the gold before double-taking to the blue. "E... Eosith? Eosith?" She
starts to laugh in pure delight. "Sarai, it's Eosith!"

Deresh grins widelyt as the blue chooses Kyliven, "Oh what a match!"
she says, with sincerity.

Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet slows her progreass, and each girl is
inspected in turn. Down the row, back a turn, and down again she goes
-- those wings half-vane again as the light reflects, and she lifts
that head, deciding. She moves towards a group of three girls.

Siara laughs excitedly, "Oh, wonderful! I'm glad the blue likes
Kyliven! They'll make a good pair," she says with conviction.

Catalina is actually distraced by Kyliven's Impression. "Kyli!" she
squeals approvingly, smile reappearing. Gaze flickers towards the
gold, and then unblemished bystander, but she's primarily focused on
Kyliven.

Maraczek presses his hands together, watching the Impressings with an
ecstatic smile. He swallows and covers his mouth a bit, watching the
gold again.

Kiyana oh's softly, "Congrats Kyliven." she says softly as she sees
the blue stare into her fellow candidates eyes. She then turns her
gaze back to the gold hatchling, since she's the only other hatchling
on the sands right now.

Kyliven helps Eosith to a better spot.

Everin tries that out: "Eosith, she said? Eosith." Then he dodges a
Hatching brown's shards from down around the mound.

Unblemished Bystander Egg moves again, in more of a twisting motion
this time. The more pointy end swings downward to wedge in the sand.

Sarai's eyes are now on her friend, "Oh Kyliven! that's great!" She
smiles and steps away as Kyli and Eosith make their way off.

Kyliven staggers blankly off the Sands, assisted by Elen.
Kyliven strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.

Macami turns to Siara. "Now, that's a name I like. Two syllables only,
but it has a ring to it, a fine one. Eosith." She nods.

A waterfall's roar trembles the Nature's Precipice egg.

Sudden fury seizes the Nature's Precipice egg and it shatters across
its brink. Pale blue goes first, then greens, then browns, and it all
falls apart in a scattering of pulverized shards.
--
Umber-tipped patches of crackled brown drift along the strong, lean
underbelly of this leaf-hued green, arching upwards towards her
shoulders and the bases of her wings. Those golden fingers darken as
they curl and coil up along her lithe neck and wrap about the blunted
wedge of her muzzle, the brilliant shades even more striking for their
juxtaposition with the bolder shades of blue-tinged teal that color
the lift of her neckridges and the arch of her back; autumnal shadings
reflect as they reach the tips of those wide-flung wingsails and stain
the spars to yellowed gold, light the web-work of veins with purpled
brown. Not unlike the tips of mountain leaves, her highlights are all
at her fringes, and her tail and belly darken in contrast to the
coruscant sparkle within her eyes.
--

K'tel finally turns to watch Kyliven and Eosith leave the sands. He
nods, "That'll be a good pair."

Deresh looks inordinately pleased thta the blue found Kyliven, as her
glance falls upon the oldest unmatched dragonet on the sands.

Silvon flashes a grin at Jarnyx, then jerks in surprise as an egg near
him shatters suddenly.

Elen gets back in place, ready now once more to help any that need it.

Catalina seems to be freezing and unfreezing a lot this evening, eyes
flicking between Unblemished and the gold as her immobile stance is
kept. A sigh of happiness at the green dragonet, although slightly
distracted.

Jarnyx jumps as the Nature's Precipice egg hatches - so intent on the
gold he'd not seen it. "Another green! And a lovely lady she is!"

Avroth continues his brassy hum, pausing only to dip his head towards
this egg or that as they rock.

Kiyana ahhhs a bit as the shattering sound draws her gaze from the
gold and she looks to find the new hatchling. A soft sigh comes from
her as she sees the newest green before her gaze once mopre focuses on
the gold hatchling.

Nadia glances back over her shoulder at the parents, watching their
reactions to what is happening on the sands. There is a jerk at her
hand, bringing her around so that she can see the newest arrival. "Oh
my.. "

Maraczek scoots to one side, absently picking bits of shell off of his
robe. He carefully picks his way back a bit, avoiding a slight
sandspill. "No mistaking it when they want out.." he tries to get a
smile from another candidate.

Macami beams again. "Oh, Tivu will be thrilled. All these greens! Love
it." She hugs Siara impulsively, then returns her attention to the
dragonets.

Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet moves closer and closer yet. One's
vacated, but it's little matter. The tail lashes, intent, as she
advances on her quarry.

Sarai sighs a bit and has hands free now. Running both through her
braided hair, she turns to see where all the hatchlings are. Her eyes
glaze over the green before questing for the young gold dragonette.

Everin breezes at Hotohori, "Green," and brushes his hands down and
down his robed sides, leaving drying slicks in reproachful
marking. "And the gold -- has she found her yet?" Shifting,
shifting...

Turning Leaves Green Dragonet stays almost still in the first
instance, the proximity to the shards of shell seemingly giving
confidence. Then she peers, rather nervously at first at those funny
shapes around her, shifting with the typical lack of nalance of the
new-born.

Siara sighs in happy agreement with Macami, "Beautiful greens too."

Unblemished Bystander Egg shakes twice forcefully but stays stuck in
the slight depression made with its earlier struggles.

Deresh turns as she hears mutterings of 'green'. And she smiles at the
green.

Hotohori shifts, spying yet another green, though she hasn't move just
a touch. That is, before she lurches. "Dark," comes the reply to
Everin, as she moves, feet sinking within a sandy crevice, gaze intent
upon the life coming forth.

Kiyana gulps a bit as the gold gets closer, sort of freezing into
place as she watches the newest queen approach her quarry. Her hand
tightens around Catalina's as she waits to see where the gold will
look and who she will chose as her lifelong companion.

Catalina shuffles foreward a half-step and pauses there, gripping
Celebanna and Kiyana's hands tightly, fingers curling and
uncurling. Her head tilts to the side slightly as she discretely and
tentatively regards the queen, smile unsure.

Silvon unclenches his hands long enough to rub sweaty palms on his
robe. "Another green," he mutters, looking over long enough to see
that the gold has not yet chosen, before turning back to watch,
unconciously biting his lip.

Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet finds she that quests, she that sees --
Tall, and she that has those braids, as showy as she. /There/ she is,
love, /her/ love, her heart and soul.

T'dry claps, fidgets, bounces. Almost all at once. Clearly he's
excited.

The Showy Sunflower Gold Dragonet gazes into Sarai's eyes.

K'tel mmms, watching Sarai and the gold with a curiously serious
expression.

Kiyana lets out a deep breath as the gold stares into Sarai's eyes,
"Congrats Sarai, what's her name?" she asks softly as she watches her
fellow candidate with almost a look of relief.

Macami nearly falls over, mouth wide open. "She...she chose Sarai. I
mean, she's looking at her, isn't she? El, prepared for hundreds and
hundreds of questions." She giggles.

Katany takes a shaky breath, leaning a little against K'tel. "Well."

Elen seems to be moving form one new pair to the next with quickness
and ease, and it is now Sarai's turn to get Elen near her, with full
grin.

Sarai stops her fussing motions and looks into the Gold's eyes. her
face breaks into the surging ectsay of breathtaking
love. "Oh... Cyrath" Heedless of the sands, the tall, braided, youth
falls to her knees to hesitantly touch her lifemates face. Her
lifemate...

Catalina exhales in relief, posture relaxing, shoulders slumping
slightly. "Sarai, she's gorgeous, congrats!" she calls over,
approvingly, smile broad and whole-hearted.

Everin blinks rapidly at Hotohori. "Dark? The green? Oh, /shells,/" he
exclaims, nearly hiccupping the next breath. "Look! Sarai got her,
after all--"

Sarai helps Cyrath to a better spot.

Silvon turns slightly at the commotion, and noticing Sarai and the
gold, nods his head. "They suit each other," he muses, before turning
back to scan the sands once again, hands returning to clenched
fists. He shifts back and forth on hot feet.

Faerysa lets out a curious breath. "Oh my," she breathes. "Different
from me. But..."

Sarai helps Cyrath off the sands, tears streaming down her face.

Maraczek looks back and forth, doing his best to keep up with
things. He settles for spying the cluster of girls, though he's not
able to see the Impression through the other candidates..

Celebanna just gaps, "Sarai and Cyrath? Oh my.." she averts her eye,s
looking at anything else at that moment, and spotting the green, looks
at her.

Unblemished Bystander Egg shakes again and dark lines spread outwards
across the creamy white surface.

Sarai strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.

Siara gazes at Sarai and Cyrath, "Look at that..." she murmurs to
Macami.

Turning Leaves Green Dragonet made a quick journey to where they
needed to be, having somehow managed to avoid entanglement with a
fellow clutchmate, dispite rather messy movements. They are now nearer
these strange, watching shapes on the sands, and a arther empty gaze
flashes over the candidates.

Jarnyx is watching the Unblemished Bystander egg still - but his eyes
keep straying to the green, a soft smile on his face as his feet still
shuffle in the hot sands.

T'dry again bounds over towards Faerysa, tugging at her shoulder and
leaning to whisper to her. Just that quickly, he's away again, ducking
and standing on his toes for better viewpoints.

Elen helps Sarai to her and Cyrath's new home, grining then to
Macami. "I I know dear, I know."

Slow tremors shake the Unblemished Bystander egg.

Macami slowly nods. "That's one thing I never would have thought. But
the dragon knows. They'll be doing fine."

Shy no longer, certainly not fading away, multitudes of white merge
across the Unblemished Bystander egg, and it splits neatly into three
pieces before it falls away.
--
Strong, stocky and rounded, his ripe stature conveys heart and home,
brimming with the over-riding richness and deep hues of season's
end. Autumn's casual brush tinges his back and sides with a mottling
of red-gold shadings, the cinnamon and deep, plummy brown of harvest's
plenty mottling in cornucopian splendor down the broad breadth of his
back and sides. The heated near-red of fading summer lights the
elegant length of his neck, then fades towards cooler, breezier
bonfires along his broad wingsails then wanes to the simple, bare
brown of his tail, but both the set of his head and the swirl of his
eyes promise plenty to collect and contain.
--

Arthan watches Sarai impress to the gold hatchling, he looks to Lyndra
for a short moment and then before he can do any more he is forced to
return his attention to the dragonet closer to him for he is in danger
of getting trampled.

Catalina quietly watches Sarai and Cyrath trek off towards the
Weyrling Barracks before gazing over to Unblemished Bystander with
encouragement in her eyes. She murmurs to herself in a voice inaudible
even to those standing next to her, smile nervous again, brow furrowed
in anticipation.

Hotohori watches brown and green, though the former has catch his
attention. She's moving, toward them, toward the candidates, and now
he just notes his feet are too hot. He shifts, a wince coming, before
he lets out a sigh.

Macami turns her head, pulling Siara's hand to point at the newly
hatched brown. "Look at this! Good strong browns abound." She laughs.

Maraczek shifts about, his movements looking like some form of odd
square waltz. Sharp eyes pick out newer movements, ready to move if he
needs to.

Kiyana turns to look at the remaining eggs and hatchlings, sweat being
wiped off her brow with her free hand as she hears the sound of
another egg cracking and she turns to see what has come from it.

Nadia watches the impression of gold to Sarai and grins, but doesn't
say a word, for in the din of congradulations, her quiet meek voice
would be buried. Seeing them safely off the sands, her attention is
again rivited on the green, fingers flexing, and then again twining
with the lad's at her side.

Everin pulls himself together. So /many/ empty spaces now ... He moves
uncomfortably in one caersura, seeking stillness (coolness is quite
beyond hope, obviously). Green -- brown -- eggs--

Siara nods, studying the brown, "Sturdy," she agrees. "But are there
any more greens yet?" she wonders, craning her neck to look. "Or
blues?"

Dusk's Gloaming Egg shivers, inconstant in its hillock, and twitches
as well. Starshine swirls, colors fade -- it moves.

Jarnyx now has his gaze split between brown and green, giving a
strange shiver as though cold, though that's impossible on these hot
sands. Nervousness can do strange things.

Catalina looks about ready to fall over. "It's brown!" she squeals to
no one in particular, turning bright crimson as her excitement runs
away with her. Thrilled? Yes.

Avroth watches, pride evident on his great bronze muzzle, as the
impressions are made, the new lifemates pairing off and retiring from
the sands.

Macami shrugs. "Well, blues, who knows. But I'm sure we'll see more of
those greens. Avroth seems to have them in him, huh." She giggles
foolishly.

Deresh turns, looking over the dragones, asessing the unhatched
eggs. Her eyes follow from one to another.

Dusk's Gloaming Egg tremors again, each shadow an arch. And it rolls,
end over end.

T'dry shoots a /look/ over at Macami. "There's been a few bronzes. And
there'll be more, too, mind you!"

Macami just grins at T'dry, then throws him a flying kiss with her
free hand.

T'dry looks up, his eyes raking across the ledges and the stands
before returning his gaze to the remaining eggs.

Everin watches the dusk's blued tremors, his own greened with eyes'
painful width. A hand swipes them. "We look almost halfway through,"
he offers, somewhere between hopeful and rueful.

Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet shakes out his wings before doing
anything else. A moment to gaze coolly about the sands, then he steps
forward. No stumbles for this one yet. He propels himself easily up
the slight incline and onto more level ground. Pausing yet again, he
raises his head higher. Called, he moves towards the candidates. There
is something he /must/ find.

Kiyana just watches the still shaking eggs and the two hatchlings on
the sands as she wipes her brow again, breath coming in little pants
now as she shifts from foot to foot on the hot sands, "It's getting
even hotter."

Turning Leaves Green Dragonet focuses in at last upon the group, it is
as though a small light suddenly flashes inside her head and she
realises what she should do. As soon as that decision was made,
everything else becomes clearer, even her steps. The humans get very
choosy looks before the slightly less fuzzy gaze in rested upon one
with shaggy black hair.

Catalina looks ecstatic, switching her weight from one leg to the
other, eyes shimmering with happiness. "I knew it'd be brown," she
tells Kiyana triumphantly, as if her hypothesis for the dragonet's
color was all that relevant. But it makes her feel good.

Silvon shifts restlessly, moving closer to fellow Candidates in an
effort to close up the ranks. He starts to rake his hands through his
hair, is thwarted by his headband, and contents himself with a swipe
with his sleeve across his forehead.

Maraczek deftly picks his way along the sands towards another cluster
of candidates, closing in the semicircle a bit. He chances a glance
around at the stands, then returns to his foot-shifting watch.

Hotohori nods, though that isn't exactly what his attention is
on. Head bobbles, though mostly to his own movements upon the
sands. She paused. Shaggy hair... who? "Ev... look. She's chosen."

Nadia watches the progress of the green, shifting her gaze now and
again to the brown incase it comes near enough to her partner that she
might have to let go of his hand. Nervousness having died in the time
from then to now, there is now only a mute quiver of her bottom lip to
mark the emmenseness of the event.

Dusk's Gloaming Egg digs its way into its hillock, still burying
itself. Shimmer. Shiver. Quiver.

Kiyana waits to see who the green has chosen, only knowing that she
see's to be looking at someone, but who? "Who is she looking at
Catalina? I can't tell."

Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet approaches a group of boys slowly,
whirling eyes moving from one to the next. He flips his wings to his
back, almost impatiently then turns his head sharply to one
side. There. That sounded right. He moves more quickly now.

Catalina blinks as her statement to Kiyana is ignored and responded to
with another question entirely. Befuddled, she blinks over in the
direction of the green. "I don't know..."

The Turning Leaves Green Dragonet gazes into Jarnyx's eyes.

Macami arches her brows to see what the green is doing. Isn't
that...yes, it is! "It's Jarnyx, orchid. Aren't we lucky girls
tonight? First Jae, then another cute guy."

Celebanna blinks, and whispers to the two, "It looks like Jarnyx!"
slightly excited, yet.. a bit disappointed, perhaps,a nd a small note
of anxiousness.

Deresh ahhs, as she steos forward to get a better look, "Jarnyx," she
comments to the girls around her.

Everin shivers out another breath. And another gone. "Jarnyx," he
can't help but say, packing in surprise and wonder both, atop the
layers of weariness, wistfulness. "How many left, Hotohori? Have you
counted?"

J'nyx drops to his knees, heedless of the hot sands. Tears are in his
eyes. "Oh, Fironth, I love you. I'll show you"

Elen looks a little frazzled now, but she still steps with ease /near/
to the newly forming pair.

Catalina grins. "Okay, so it's Jarnyx. Congrats!" she calls over to
the new Weyrling, unheard as her congratulations may be. So she turns
back in the direction of the brown, looking disappointed as he moves
to the boys.

K'tel smiles, "Ah, good. Jarnyx too."

Daybreak's Thrall Egg lightly shivers, or perhaps that never happened?
No! There. A definite twitch, then a twist. The life within awakens.

Hotohori shakes his head, trying to see, spying the brown, though he
manages to get a quick egg count. "I.. shardit, I can't see them
all. But there are some left." Some.

Slow tremors shake the Dusk's Gloaming egg.

J'nyx helps Fironth to a better spot.

Maraczek turns a grin on his fellow Candidate, rubbing sweaty palms on
his robe. He rubs his eyes again, as if clearing out the eyes again.

Shadows fall, stars spin: darkness doesn't take the Dusk's Gloaming
egg to task as it finishes its final spiral. It shatters,
methodically, scattering shards everywhere until there is almost
nothing left.
--
Despite the delicacy that marks his wiry, compact frame, he's all
tawny-pale strength and provident, deep-held emotion: light
illuminating the darkness. The warmth of a fire's final reaches casts
a ruddy glow across that gold-bronze hide, most striking in the cloak
of wings that glint with true metal's gilt at fingersail's sharpened
hooks; it flickers, too, in the bunched muscle of his withers and
narrow shoulders, vanishing into smoldering embers in the softened
curve of his belly and tail. Both the bluntly curved blade of his
talons and the faceted swirl of his eyes reflect a joyous
self-possession, and a sharpness that is wielded only with measured
care.
--

J'nyx strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.

Silvon looks shaken, now, as boys on either side of him are chosen. He
looks around, an almost panicked expression on his face, and sidesteps
closer to Hotohori and Everin, looking over the eggs and hatchlings.

Kiyana gives a soft voiced congtrats to J'nyx as she hears the
Weyrling announce the name of his lifemate and she turns to look at
the last of the eggs and hatchlings, still waiting to find thier
lifemates.

Elen lets out a huge sigh, though she is grinning, even as her face
gets redder.

Everin absently makes room for Silvon; deliberately, though, he
volunteers, "Some left, Hoto says, Silvon. We're nearing there--"
...Bronze?

Macami stutters a bit now. "A bronze! Look at him. He's...well," she
seems at a lack for words this time.

Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet spreads his wings for more balance as
he trundles along, in quite a rush to get closer to the one now. Sand
is tossed up behind him, quickly coating his brown tail. He reaches
another group of candidates and slows, eyes flying from one to the
next.

Deresh says to Celebanna, although it's pointless, "Oh look, anther
bronze. Who's left in the boys?" and she turns to look over at them.

Silvon brightens visibly as he notices the fine specimen of a
bronze. Forgetting himself, he tugs on Everin's sleeve, "Look, what a
bronze!"

Daybreak's Thrall Egg turns its attention to its narrower end. With
seeming cold calculation and deliberation, the pokes and prods from
within center on the very point of the egg, slowly resulting in its
gradual deformation. Singular of purpose, this one.

Warming Hearthfire Bronze Dragonet shakes his head, his wings, his
tail as he fights for his balance. No theatrics here, just steady
stability and composure -- that ruddy-pale hide glints too, as he
fights off a tangle of sand and moves /forth/.

Celebanna looks through the bunch littered with holes, "Enough to give
it lots of choce, I'd say..."

Hotohori peers, spying the bronze, gaze giving it a certain scruinty,
before he eyes flicker back to the brown. It's going to
move. Quicker... he's already gotten his feet.

Catalina gasps. "It's a bronze!" she squeeks, eyes ready to fall from
their sockets. She dares to glance at him, then a few of the male
candidates. The brown, right. She looks to the dragonet again, head
cocked thoughtfully to one side as she regards it.

Deft hands run through copper strands, Maraczek doing his best to
clear stray strands from his face. He watches the remaining eggs and
new dragonets breathlessly, eyes wide now.

Everin sees it. He /sees/ it. "I know," he murmurs, frees his arm, and
stands straight, for once. He peeks at the stands, though, betraying
quivering nerves.

Kiyana gasps a little as she spies the bronze, "Now he's a looker."
she says softly before turning to watch the brown, and then the last
remaining egg, eyes wide as she nearly hops from foot to foot, it's so
hot it's near impossible to keep still now.

Nadia gazes at the boy holding her hand and smiles, the surity of his
impression to the bronze marking her eyes as she lets his hand
go. He'll need that.

Arthan stiffens as he sees a bronze hatchling and makes his way a
little to the right to join a group of candidates more in line with
the hatchlings line of sight.

Daybreak's Thrall Egg rolls slightly in a loose circle, the narrower
end of the shell still the focus of action. Light, faint but visible
lines trace across its face as it crushes the scattered shards of its
preceeding clutchmates without regard.

Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet stops suddenly, almost falling no his
nose. Wings move forward and out, seeming to reach towards a group of
golden haired girls. He cocks his head to one side in unconcious
imitation, determination settling in. Here! The one!

Warming Hearthfire Bronze Dragonet has a journey that begins now, here
and now. He pauses near a young boy from Ista, examining him closely,
but move son. His step is light, bright, emergent, and his gaze --
well, it is brilliant and without shadow.

Maraczek swallows, watching the brown closely. He smiles expectantly,
joy pervading his features as he gets ready to watch another
Impression.

The Fulsome Harvest Brown Dragonet gazes into Catalina's eyes.

Hotohori watches brown pause; girls.. he's by girls. But that bronze
doesn't have the same option, and is now watched warily, hands moving
down the length of his robe, a quick shift following.

Everin blinks slowly. "Is he ... coming here?" he strangles out to
Silvon and Hotohori, his flankers, his supporters, his shields. --Good
idea: he shuffles back half a step, in case.

Celebanna blinks at Catalina, and, realizing the girl's hand, sands
back, amazed.

Silvon is entraced by the bronze, and forgets to breath for several
moments. Sucking in air suddenly, he glances toward the ledges, face
tight.

Deresh blinks and then almost jumps in her excitement for her fellow
candidate, "Oh Catalina!" she exclaims.

Macami ahs, with eyes wide open again. "Catalina! Now, I will see to
it she'll be a good brownrider. How neat." She grins at Siara and
Elen.

Kiyana let's go of Catalina's hand and she wipes it on her robe, "Oh
cata, congrats hon, what's his name?"

Elen beams as the brown chooses, Elen now knowing what to do.

Catalina drops to her knees as tears run down her cheeks, shoulders
shaking as she sobs with joy. "Nisanth! I waited for you so long!"

Silvon nods to Everin, speechless for a moment. "Yeah," he finally
manages to strangle out.

K'tel smiles, echoing Macami, "Cat it is."

Weaving slightly, Maraczek watches the brown Impress Catalina. Try as
he might, he can't stop tears from streaking his face, and he
surrenders, just letting them come unfettered.

Siara rubs her eyes again, watching Catalina, "Wonderful..." she
whispers.

Catalina helps Nisanth to a better spot.

Katany says "'Lina, maybe. I think Cat would get too confusing, now."

K'tel ohs, glancing at the other Kat. He grins, "I suppose."

Unaware of all the other people around her, Catalina helps her new
brown lifemate across the sands, calling to everyone and no one, "He's
hungry, I need food!"
Catalina strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.

Daybreak's Thrall Egg jerks. Enough is enough! Out already! Several
loud knocks set the ovoid moving again, rolling well away from the
other eggs now. A single talon rips an almost perfectly circular hole
in the very tip of the egg.

Light seems to illumine the Daybreak's Thrall egg, bringing its colors
more into focus as it shifts.

Swelling and expanding, light and shade warp into brilliance as cracks
spread a sunburst across the Daybreak's Thrall egg. With a final sharp
snap, it falls apart.
--
All sharp angles and lines, she, from the tapered point of her muzzle
to the flattened spade of her tail. The singular hue of a fir tree in
winter, forested shadows conceal her underbelly and dapple the slope
of her withers, darken the undersides of her broad-sailed wings;
hoarfrost settles in pale green along those spars and spiky ridges,
drifts in snowy arcs along iced-green talons. Uncannily liquid in her
movements, she nevertheless has a tensile strength that reflects in
the flash of her gaze and the keen coil of her tail.
--

Hotohori pauses as that last egg moves, bronze still kept within his
line of vision. "Why does it always seem at times that everything
slows." The egg breaks, breath taken in -- green -- exhaled, as he man
takes a step back.

Kiyana turns to watch the remaining egg, knowing the bronze will never
choose a girl. Her hand scurl in her robe as she stands by herself now
that Catalina's gone off with her new lifemate. She gives a soft sigh
as she see's another green hatch, lower lip sucked between her teth.

Silvon forgets to breath, again, and sucks in another deep breath of
the hot air. He is still focused singularly on the bronze hatchling,
noticing nothing else.

Macami smiles smugly. Green again. She can't hide a grin from T'dry as
she nods in Avroth's direction. "Excellent."

Warming Hearthfire Bronze Dragonet turns, now, and begins to seek out
a grouping. /His/ grouping. Towards a set of dark-haired boys he makes
his way, wings trailign in the Sand behind him before he flips them
onto his back.

On her own now, Nadia clings to herself, arms hugging as she peers in
awe at the newest arrival, all before forgotten.

Siara nods to Macami, "Green," she repeats, grinning happily. "And
look how good Elen is at this. It's like she was always
weyrlingmaster!"

Maraczek presses his lips together, standing stock still. Then, one
hand finds his eyes, wiping surely across his brow to clear his
vision.

Hotohori watches wings trail a bit more than he'd like, though he
can't turn away. Not and get mauled. Feet shift, lips pursed into a
line before he takes a step back, then forward. Rock slowly, just in
case.

Frosted Fir Green Dragonet lashes her neck, flinging damp shards from
herself. A callous claw kicks at the dirt, one final offending bit of
shell tosses away. Free at last! The green head levels, narrow gaze
focussing on those nearby. Then the muzzle wrinkles. Clearly they will
not do.

Everin mimicks Silvon's breath, harper-style, and his nose juts with
head's lift. "Green," he tallies for his partners. "And ... oh, dark,
Hoto." Not like the bronze. --Where /is/ the bronze?

K'tel watches the bronze now. He glances at the boys it's heading for
speculatively.

Macami points to her chest to indicate herself. "I mean, Elen was my
Assistant Weyrlingmaster, wasn't that hard training enough?" She grins
at Siara.

Deresh watches the green and says to Cele, "Whoa, an attitude on that
one."

Siara laughs, but distractedly, "Not so many more now, are there?" she
says to Macami, worriedly.

Elen rolls her eyes at Macami. "Stop that you."

Celebanna blinks, "I wonder.. She reminds me of Silvon, with that."
she mutters back to Deresh, and glances around worried, not many left,
indeed.

Hotohori watches that green, brows rising. "Ow." is the only thing
that's uttered. Wince. Dodge, parry. Poor egg. Never knew what hit
it. He does, and quiet a claw. "No one is getting a shell from that
egg, I wager."

The boy at Nadia's side steps toward the bronze, hopefuly, but the
hope is dashed as it moves past toward its intended. Suddenly dashed
into the depths of dispair, he reaches around and grasp the hand she
had already extended in anticipation.

Macami shakes her head. "It'll be over soon, I guess. So soon..." As
her voice starts to sound sentimental she hears Elen's comment and
chuckles.

Deresh looks speculatively at Silvon, "A match of personalities?" she
wonders.

Siarasighs, "I wish they could all impress."

Kiyana watches the bronze and then the green, interested to see who of
the remaining male candidates the bronze will choose as much as she is
the green. Her hands clutch at her robe as she continues to shift from
foot to foot from the heat.

Warming Hearthfire Bronze Dragonet stops dead, gaze measuring both
Hotohori and Everin. One, then the other, both tall, both slim -- but
it's /Everin/ he's there for, Everin he seeks. And his, oh his, ours,
together, /one/. His.
--
Light echoes within your mind, and warmth and surprise and joy. All
these, and more. That delicate tenor is more caress across your mind
than a sear, a flash of tawny fire that lifts you -- higher and higher
-- into ecstasy before dropping and taking you whole-hearted into one
being: together, and caught in a wealth of happy passions that have no
ceiling nor a floor. And his name is known, isn't it, the words mere
noise.
        << I am Sharath >>.
--

Silvon doesn't realize he's being discussed, so focused is he on the
saga about to unfold before him. Hands clench tighter and tighter,
then he almost seems to melt as the bronze choses Everin. Jerking
upright again, his face is set in stone as he gazes across the sands.

Frosted Fir Green Dragonet moves, running headlong into a tall blonde
girl. Unsuitable, clearly! The green head bangs sharply against her
side, for she is, after all, impeding progress. Finally movement -
there. She turns, heading in a new direction.

Elen stops her teasing of Macami to follow the Bronze's gze to
Everin. She grins and calls a "congrats" as she moves ot the all too
familiar position.

E'vrin staggers, then steadies, then his hand lowers, trembling, to
the bronze's head, a tentative benediction. And gratitude sobs in his
voice: "Sharath -- you're Sharath!"

K'tel's face breaks out into a smile again. He nods. "Ah,
Sharath. Very nice."

Move, dodge... /wince/. "Ev??" He's close to totally missed the
Impression, as he moves back from his friend, a soft chuckle given.
Hotohori adds, "Good luck, friend."

Macami nods darkly as she well remembers her first time on the
Sands. But before she can lose her good spirits she sees Everin. "Oh,
I knew he had it in him. Someone that does cots like that should ride
bronze."

You help Sharath to a better spot.

Kiyana blinks a little and she sighs as the bronze impresses to E'vrin
and she hears the name. She then turns to watch the last hatchling,
the green seek her lifemate. Her hopping increases a little bit as she
tries to cool her now overly aching feet.

Maraczek sighs, smiling softly. Hands smooth out his robe again, as
his lip quivers some. He sets his jaw in determination, watching the
last hatchling find it's match on the hot sands.

Siara nods excitedly, watching E'vrin and his new lifemate and then
looking back at the sands.

Silvon shifts his feet mechanically, staring woodenly across the sands.

Elen indicates to E'vrin where he and his lifemate shold go, big grin
still on her face.

Deresh jumps as a green passes her close by, "Whio's she looking for?"

Frosted Fir Green Dragonet wrinkles that muzzle again, quite easily
mistaken for a sneer at a redheaded holder lad. No..no..no.. Surely
there must be /something/ better here. She turns and sprints - no
sense wasting time walking - towards a clump of dumbfounded candidates
over at the far end.

E'vrin sucks in quick, hard breaths, blinks back tears, and mouths,
"Sorry. He's..." They're going. Now.

You stride into the narrow tunnel leading to the Weyrling Barracks.
--
Weyrling Barracks(#1745RAJLa)
This massive cavern is connected to the main bowl of the Weyr by a
short, yet large tunnel. Some weyrlings might complain that the tunnel
lets in too much sand and wind, but never in the presence of the
Weyrlingmaster! The walls of the cavern are patterned with the swirled
sandstone that's unique to this region, and although the cavern
provides some respite from the heat of the desert, the warm yellow and
red colours seem sometimes to enhance the weather. Couches, worn
smooth by the hides of many young dragons, line the eastern wall of
the cavern, each accompanied by a cot. In the eastern corner a study
area has been set up, with scrolls, a few long tables, and benches.
The tunnel leading out opens at the southwestern end of the cavern.
Contents:
[New weyrlings and...]
D'ew
M'verick
Chore Board(#11579SVs$)
Firelizard Perch(#6952Jae)
--

Catalina beams at Kyliven. "Nisanth," she says proudly as the brown
warbles softly to his lifemate. She immediately reaches down to stroke
his muzzle, her own stomach rumbling. "Ick. Where's the meat?"

M'verick fills another bowl with meat scraps and grins at E'vrin and
his mew lifemate Sharath. "Congratulations. Welcome to your new life
as a weyrling." The filled bowl if passed over carefully, making sure
the seemingly dazed candidate has a good grip. "He will be hungry, but
make sure you keep an eye on him, don't let him choke." Another warm
and welcome smile at the new pair and the greenrider makes sure E'vrin
understood what was said.

On the Sands, Katany smiles, all at once. "Everin. I will have someone
to _talk_ to, finally." Then her eyes go up to the ledges, expression
softening. "Although I do already, really."

On the Sands, Nadia watches E'vrin impress the bronze, and moves to
curl an arm about the Holder lass, comforting. "Your egg just didn't
hatch yet.. " He nods in agreement and sighs.

Laurene sits up a bit, but settles back again when Idrelth
protests. "E'vrin! Congratulations!"

E'vrin staggers in, leading a wobbly, tawny-fire bronze. Huh?
M'verick, there. Laurene, there. Hi. "Hungry," he manages.

M'verick clears his throat and makes sure Catalina saaw the bowl he
handed to her, "make sure he doesn't choke on it. Tell him he doesn't
choke." Now he's looking from Catalina to E'vrin so they both
understand.

On the Sands, Hotohori watches, a smile given, before he spies that
green. /Her/. "JAys... she's bolting." Stance is taken, as the green
rushes -- "This is /not/ what I expected." Dodge, ready, rest on the
feet, get ready to move.

M'verick ahs, "tell him to chew rather." he chuckles at himself, "Oh,
I love hatchings."

On the Sands, K'tel glances briefly at Katany, expression puzzled. He
gives a minute, confused shake of his head then looks back at the
green.

On the Sands, Kiyana's widen as the green starts to sprint and she
readies herself to get out of the way, a soft ut-oh coming from her,
'She's moving fast."

Catalina blinks. "Oh wait." She giggles and fumbles around in the bowl
she completely forgot she had, she was so absorbed with her new
lifemate. "Uh, right..Here, Nisanth, you need to chew this." A
pause. "Um.. Well..."

Eosith shakes his new toy again, rejoicing in the oil he's flinging
everywhere. Kyli chokes and reaches for the paddle, trying to wrest it
away from the blue.

On the Sands, Elen looks at the green on the sands now, she is
obviously tired, but the smile stil there. "What a night." she
exclaims.

J'on glances over from where he's spoiling Linneth rotten with
caresses, and beams. "Ev! What a bronze!" He nudges Linneth. "Look at
your brothers and sisters."

M'verick looks around to be sure everyone else is alright and he
hasn't mispoken himself.

E'vrin nods. "Chew." He looks down at the bronze hugging his calf,
calmer than his new rider, and red-eyed from hunger, not tears. "You
have to chew, Sharath." And let the meat-shoveling begin.

On the Sands, Katany squeezes K'tel's hand gently. "Harpers. I was
almost a Harper. I like it when we Impress them."

On the Sands, Frosted Fir Green Dragonet continues to evaluate and
discard her choices. No. Nope. Not good enough. Carelessly she turns
away from the entire group, but then looses her footing. Falling
sideways, she rolls, wings splaying out in a most undignified
fashion. But, quick as you please she's up again. In fact, did she
fall at all? Her quest continues.

Sarai looks over at E'verin and grins, sleepily. One hand caresses
Cyrath's smooth, oiled, hide. "E'verin and Sharath..."

On the Sands, Macami grins. "She's got spirit. Tivu likes them with
spirit. As do I." She winks at Siara.

J'nyx has finally finished the oiling and is sitting back against the
wall, Fironth gathered into his lap, his hands caressing her gently,
humming what probably would be a lullaby if he could sing - although
it sounds more like a wherry in pain. The little green though appears
to be blissfully happy about it. Love isn't just blind, it's also
deaf.

On the Sands, K'tel nods to Katany, face clearing. He blinks as the
green rolls, "Oops." He chuckles softly, "She'll be a handful."

On the Sands, Faerysa leans against Irianth still, looking brighter
and brighter. "Almost /free/," she breathes. Nevermind she can't go
much of anywhere afterwards, either. And Irianth gives her a rather
disgusted look.

On the Sands, Hotohori winces. "She never even slows." This monolouge
is mostly for himself, the candidate resting on the balls of his feet
as he watches that green tumble in headlong. She's going to gouge
something. Or someone.

On the Sands, Kiyana gasps a bit as the green falls, taking a step
back so as not to be in the rushing dragon's way, "Please oh please
don't run me over." she mutters under her breath as she takes that
step back, eyes getting big and round again.

On the Sands, T'dry just shakes his head at the green. "She'll be
lovely to chase, that one, when the time comes."

On the Sands, Maraczek watches the last dragonet in silence, hands
closed in their white-knuckled grip on the sides of his robe. He
swallows, intense.

On the Sands, Silvon shakes himself suddenly, careful not to look up
at the ledges. He looks over the sands, noting few hatchlings
remaining, and sets his jaw, a mutinous expression on his
face. Noticing the green dashing about, he can't help but grin
crookedly, shaking his head.

Sharath hiccups, then nudges for more. "Chew," E'vrin tries, seeking
proper firmness through the haze. "--Yes," he throws at Sarai,
happy. Happy.

On the Sands, Whilst holding the boy, Nadia watches the green, her
smile faint but vigilant.

On the Sands, Frosted Fir Green Dragonet stops just short of a tall,
stringy one. Somehow, this is different. Better. Perhaps even good
enough. The green head bends down and .. rams! You, silly!

On the Sands, The Frosted Fir Green Dragonet gazes into Hotohori's
eyes.

Linneth looks, obediently. She starts to make her way over to her
sister green, looking at herself and at Fironth.

Catalina peers at Nisanth and points to her back teeth. "You grind the
meat back there so it's sort of mushy before swallowing." That said,
she places a chunk in the brown's mouth and watches with a grin as he
chews carefully, swallowing with a pleased rumble. "Great! Okay,
here." More meat disappears into Nisanth's maw as Cat does her best to
keep his hunger to a minimum.

Kyliven finally wrestles the oil paddle away from Eosith, Sharath's
entrance distracting (unfairly, perhaps) the little blue. She sighs,
eyes rolling towards J'on with a harried smile. "How's Linneth?"

Sarai smiles at E'vrin, "Sharath? He's handsome."

J'on calls over "Curious. And happy. And fighting sleep like a
little." He grins in sheer bliss.

On the Sands, Macami laughs and nods approvingly. "What spirit! She
can do wrestling matches with Hotohori."

On the Sands, H'tori ooofs, bowled over into a set of arms, legs,
wings and tail -- they bowl roll for quite a bit before they pause,
head shaking as he finds a green's head in his stomach. "Gosh shardit,
Queroth! Queroth??" Um...

On the Sands, Elen chuckles. "All these lovely greens for Kineth." She
then smiles softly as this one move to Hoto.

Fironth raises a sleepy eyelid to examine the other little green
approaching. Then shuts it again. Firmly.

On the Sands, Kiyana sighs softly and relaxes as the green impresses
to Hotohori and she relaxes as it's all over, "What's her name
H'tori?"

On the Sands, Arthan looks from face to face around him with a serious
expression on his face. He moves in sync with the others in his group
as they all attempt to get out of the way of a passing green that is
intent on someone alongside them.

On the Sands, K'tel laughs as the newest pair goes tumbling. He shakes
his head, "Oh, my."

On the Sands, H'tori helps Queroth to a better spot.

On the Sands, Maraczek smiles, worrying his lip quietly. He nods to
Hotohori, now H'tori, and very slowly smooths out his robe, not
suffering a single fold in it.

E'vrin kneels carefully beside his (oh, his) bronze, a long hand
running over wet flanks and tail and neck. "Chew," he repeats quietly,
lost in him. And Sharath chews.

On the Sands, Elen smiles at the new rider, moving to assure they can
smoothly leave the sands.

On the Sands, Deresh ahhs as the last one Impresses, and turns to
Cele, "Looks like we're just smelling of eggs, again."

Laurene rubs her cheek affectionately against the brown's hide,
mindless of the smudge of oil it leaves behind.

On the Sands, Siara sighs, looking at all the broken shells on the now
quiet sands.

On the Sands, Macami snorts. "For Tivuketh, mind you, Elen. There
won't be much left for you." Suddenly she notices the people that were
left standing, and she sighs deeply, a sad expression on her face.

On the Sands, T'dry claps and whistles as the impressions continue,
the sands clearing now.

On the Sands, H'tori groans, getting to his feet, before he
winces. "Jays... after I get used to you, lass, afterwards." He's
going to have bruises for days.

On the Sands, Silvon stiffens, standing woodenly, as the last of the
hatchlings find their lifemates. He stares over the sands, eyes
glistening before he scrubs at them angrily.

On the Sands, Maraczek slowly lowers himself to one knee, left hand
reaching down to scoop up a ahndful of sand. He rises again, standing
upright and tall, jaw set firmly.

Kyliven grins tiredly, one eye casting about for Eosith. "I hope he
is, too. Shells, but he makes me tired just looking at him." Eosith,
meanwhile, attempts to climb onto the couch again, only to be pushed
down. Again. "Are you hungry?" she asks, almost desperately. Anything
to distract.

Linneth looks at Fironth again, then up to J'on. He nods. "Yes,
love. Now come on. Let's get settled, eh?"

E'vrin jerks even as Sharath does. "Who's Queroth?" he asks all,
peering nervously around. "He wants to know."

On the Sands, Nadia curls herself more about the young lad, pleased to
have someone to console. Her words are silken as they drift across the
sands, trying to warm the souls who are left behind.

D'ew has disconnected.

On the Sands, Celebanna gulps slightly nodding to Dreresh, releasing
the hand, shoulders fight an urge to sob, but she manges to look
fairly dignifyed, blinking at where the weyrlings went, "Well, at
least I'll get to work with hides," she manages to grin at the Deresh,
"Even if it's just salting, and not oiling..."

On the Sands, H'tori strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
H'tori strides in from the Sands.

M'verick chuckles as H'tori and Queroth enter the barracks. "Well,
congratulations you two! Reminds me very much of Amylith--" although
is that a good thing, or a quiet warning of thigns to come? Who can
say. M'verick is grinning cheerfully however and hands over the large
bowl of meat scraps. "She's going to be hungry, but you must remind
her to chew so she doesn't choke on this meat." As he hands over the
bowl he waits to be sure the new weyrling understood.

On the Sands, K'tel sighs, seeing the reactions of the remaining
candidates. He reaches over to put his other hand over Katany's as
well.

[Netdeath.]

Eosith suddenly collapses into a heap by Kyli's legs. He's not hungry,
he's tired. Not so tired that he can't rub his oily head along her
legs, however.

M'verick waggles the bowl of meat back and forth, trying to get
H'tori's attention with it.

On the Sands, Elen squeeze's Siara's hand as her face looks to the
Weyrleader's.

On the Sands, Maraczek turns, once again bowing gracefully to sire and
dam, and then to T'dry and Faerysa.

J'on leads Linneth over to a couch, and soothes her, settling her head
in his lap. Her eyes lid. Oh, yes, she was fighting sleep.

On the Sands, Katany squeezes again, eyes on K'tel, then lets her gaze
cross those remaining on the Sands. A deep breath. First, though, she
lifts her voice to the galleries. "For those of you who have been
watching, the Hatching Feast will be in the Living Caverns. Please
feel free to attend and help us celebrate our new weyrlings!"

On the Sands, T'dry pulls Faerysa slightly against him just..holding
her. He is as motionless as he was active just a few minutes earlier.

On the Sands, Macami has sympathetic smiles for all of them, even the
one that made so much trouble for her, Maraczek. "Oh, I remember how
they feel."

On the Sands, Nadia helps her friend off the sands, and they both head
off into their old lives, hand in hand.

Queroth wastes no time. That way she runs, a dazed H'tori
following. "Jays... wait!" Such a beautiful relationship, as the now
weyrling gets the meat first, before putting it within the green's
maw.

On the Sands, Celebanna nods slowly, a slight drop in her eyes, "Oh,
look at Silvon.." she says slowly, starting to head for him, but
finding she's got her arm held by Deresh, she doesn't, and listens to
Katany instead.

On the Sands, Nadia climbs up into the Stands.

Sarai lets her head rest beside Cyrath's, hand resting atop a lean
dragonette shoulder, "Yes... Yes. I'm here. Forever.

On the Sands, Faerysa's voice is low, not quiet carrying, even in the
comparative hush. "It's all over. And we're free now."

On the Sands, Katany turns then, focusing on the white-robed
figures. "This is the unpleasant part. Igen Weyr has enjoyed having
each and everyone one of you as Candidates -- but your dragon was not
on the Sands this time. You are more than welcome to remain here and
make your home with us."

M'verick grins in complete understanding at H'tori. "Alright, anyone
need anything?" He looks around, of course sneaking a look out to see
when Elen will be coming in to help give orders.

On the Sands, Maraczek looks around, attention fixing on Katany in
solemn silence.

Sharath shifts suddenly, wetly, into E'vrin's shoulder, and they both
whimper. "He's itchy, M'verick. Shards, I can feel it!"

On the Sands, Katany says "If you choose to do so please let us know
within the next few days. You do not have to make up your minds
immediately."

On the Sands, Deresh spies Silovn, and her eyes stray to him, snapped
back to front and center as Katany begins to talk.

On the Sands, K'tel nods, "We would be very pleased to have you."

On the Sands, T'dry nods softly, not daring to move. He listens to
Katany.

On the Sands, Silvon jerks slightly, focusing on someone speaking to
him. He nods woodenly again.

On the Sands, Katany nods, firm. Almost fierce. "If you do decide to
leave, please let us know instead of just slipping off quietly."

On the Sands, Kiyana sighs and turns to head for the candidates
barracks to collect her things so she can go home, seeming a little
sad but also relieved as well, "I miss the BeastCraft, they'll be
expecting me back." she says as she pauses to listen to the Weyrwoman
talk.

On the Sands, Katany says "And whatever you do, we all wish you the
best of luck in the future."

On the Sands, Faerysa stays silent, and /listens/.

J'on leans back against the wall, expression still stunned, but
happy. He caresses Linneth, every bit of her he can reach.

Kyliven holds out her oil bucket. "You can use mine, Eve...E'vrin."
Eosith slowly tracks his erstwhile plaything, but Kyli holds it far
out of reach.

M'verick nods to E'vrin and motions towards the large bin of oil and
the paddles for applying it to itching hide. "using the paddle takes a
bit of work to get used to, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."

On the Sands, Silvon shrugs, but remains silent.

On the Sands, Katany says "Right now -- I reccomend wine. Or quiet. Or
company." A pause, then almost shyly. "And if you need to talk to
someone, _do_. Siara and Macami are both still there for you. Do not
go brood alone."

H'tori continues to feed Queroth, gaze intent upon this tiny, rather
forceful lady. But like a gentleman, he feeds, before he gets butted
again. "Ow! Shardit!" She knows how to get to him, though he watches
the green chew, eventually leaving her to her own for a moment as
fingers move along her hide.

On the Sands, Arthan nods. Nothing said, he just nods.

On the Sands, Katany shifts closer to K'tel, tension
lingering. "That's all. You're free to go."

On the Sands, Macami nods eagerly, signalling her willingness to be
there for the former candidates.

E'vrin nods quickly and leads his bronze over. And sees -- "/Hoto./"

H'tori sets Queroth to rights gently.

On the Sands, Siara nods as Katany speaks, her hair falling forward,
covering the shifting expressions on her face, agreeing.

On the Sands, Silvon frowns slightly, some spunk returning, it
seems. "Is that an order?" he mutters.

On the Sands, Maraczek quietly looks around, before clearing his
throat and speaking softly. "Go where..?" As he scans about for a
venue of departure.

J'nyx now has his robe soaked with oil where Fironth's been sitting on
his lap, a dirty smudge on his face, blood streaks on his fingers from
the meat, and greasy hair where he forgot and ran his fingers through
it after oiling the new green love of his life. And has never looked
happier.

On the Sands, Elen looks deadly serious as she listens, nodding in
agreement to all Katany says.

J'on's own eyes start to drift shut, as Linneth's mood soaks into him.

On the Sands, Celebanna nods slowly, voice cracking as she says, "Back
through the passage?"

On the Sands, Kiyana hmmms, 'We'll need to get our things from the
barracks."

On the Sands, Deresh says, lightheartedly, "Shards, I'm gonna have to
move my chests, again ..."

H'tori glances up, hearing his name, still, before he grins over to
E'vrin. "Hi. Meet Queroth."

On the Sands, Celebanna nods, "Sweet shells, has anyone been curing
the hides?" she wonders slowly, obviously hiding emotions with the
quick comment.

On the Sands, Macami sighs deeply and leans over to whisper to Siara.

On the Sands, Kiyana climbs up into the Stands.

E'vrin's fingertips trail down over the tawny bronze's upturned
head. So calm, that one. Steadied. "Sharath," he returns shyly. "We
need oil; excuse us."

On the Sands, Elen smiles softly to those on the sands, bows to the
dragons and to the Weyrleaders and makes her way to the barracks.
On the Sands, Elen strides into the Weyrlings Barracks.
Elen strides in from the Sands.

On the Sands, Deresh squeezes Cele's shoulder, "C'mon," she says,
"Let's get out of the heat."

On the Sands, K'tel reaches up to rest a hand on Kat's shoulder as he
watches the candidates. He sighs and squeezes the Weyrwoman's
shoulder, letting his own tension dissipate.

On the Sands, Arthan climbs up into the Stands.

On the Sands, Celebanna nods numbly to Deresh.
On the Sands, Celebanna climbs up into the Stands.

On the Sands, Maraczek quietly makes his way off of the sands, hands
tucked behind his back.

On the Sands, Siara mutters to Macami, "... I need... talk to..."

On the Sands, Silvon climbs up into the Stands.
On the Sands, Maraczek climbs up into the Stands.

Elen enters with a soft smile playing on her lips, and quickly lets
her trained eye flash about the room.

On the Sands, T'dry releases the goldrider's waist and gently takes
her hand. "Free," he repeats. "Whatever that means."

On the Sands, Deresh sees Elen bow and it reminds her of her
manners. Detaching from Cele, she bows to Irianth and Avroth, "Thank
you," she says.

J'on is sleeping leaned against the wall, Linneth's head in his
lap. Her eyes are fully lidded.

On the Sands, Siara heads for the stands herself, after bowing again
to Irianth and Avroth.
On the Sands, Siara climbs up into the Stands.

On the Sands, Faerysa's smile is bittersweet. "To fly."

On the Sands, Deresh then turns and heads back to barracks.

On the Sands, Macami nods. "Of course, Siara."

Sarai's eyes sleepily look up at E'vrin and Sharath as they make their
way over, "Hey..." She smiles and yawns, as Cyrath exhales. "I'm
sorry, love," she whisperes to Cyrath. "I wanted to see Kyliven..."

M'verick grins at Elen and salutes her. "All fed--or mostly fed,
working on the oiling." Boy does he look proud of himself. Some
people.

H'tori smiles, noticing the change, though Queroth doesn't leave him
to ponder upon it long. Instead, head leans down to Queroth's muzzle,
the green's snout and his nose moving as one. "Itch."

On the Sands, Macami climbs up into the Stands.

Sharath evinces no patience for interhuman niceties, but buts E'vrin's
thigh. Oil! And gets it, fast.

Elen wlaks over to Ric. "So I see, dear, job well done." Some pride is
in her voice too."

On the Sands, Faerysa looks about, then leans to lift up a spare shard
that scattered her way. "I think," she says, "that it is time to get
off these Sands."

Kyliven catches her name and glances over, grinning in triumph at
Sarai. "How's Cyrath?" she asks, stumbling a bit over the unfamiliar
name. "She's beautiful, Sarai!"

M'verick brushes on some oil spatters on his tunic, "I wasn't sure if
you wanted them to pick out couches yet or not. So, I'm leaving that
to you, this being my first time an' all."

On the Sands, T'dry nods. "After you." He gestures for her to lead.

On the Sands, K'tel looks over at Faerysa and T'dry, giving them both
a smile. He grins at Rysa's words, "Good idea." He looks at Kat in
invitation, "Shall we?"

On the Sands, Faerysa climbs up into the Stands.

Sarai smiles and manages to sit up a little, "She's tired. She was
telling me I wasn't looking at her enough."

On the Sands, T'dry climbs up into the Stands.

Elen smiles at Ric and nods. "Thanks dear, you did more than well,
knew I could count on you." She sacns the weyrlings, wondering is they
are at all ready to listen.

On the Sands, Avroth leans down to nudge a particularly large shard
with his muzzle, then scans the general egg wreckage left on the
sands.

Kyliven blinks tiredly but fights to stay awake. "She's beautiful,"
she assures the erstwhile beastcrafter again. At her feet, Eosith
grunts and wiggles, almost flipping himself over. Kyli beams down at
her troublemaker.

M'verick grins back at Elen and lingers to one side, watching them as
well.

Elen claps her hands loudly to get everyone's attention.

E'vrin and Sharath look up as one, the latter dozy and leaning into
the former trustingly (and oily).

Kyliven looks up at the clap, playing with the end of her runnertail.

J'on starts and opens his eyes. "Huh? Wha?"

Elen stands up straight, she folds her arms, then lets them hang loose
again, self conscious of trying too hard to be imposing. "First of
all, let me welcome you all to Igen Weyr as our new weyrlings." Her
voice carries easily around the barracks and there is a soft smile at
the end of the sentence.

J'nyx cradles Fironth's sleepy muzzle and looks up, listening to Elen.

Cyrath snorts and nudges Sarai's ribs, solidly. "Yes," smiles
Sarai. Almost jumping up, Sarai and Cyrath both look at Elen. Sarai's
quiet, but Cyrath vocally displays her displeasure with a
rumble. "Hush," says Sarai.

H'tori listens, Hands and robe slathered in oil, mostly because
Queroth won't stop moving. There. And there. And there.

Dysira strides in from the Bowl.

Elen gives a slight nod to Dysira, letting no nerves show to her as
she adresses the weyrlings.

E'vrin slides to sit against the oil vat, and his bronze sighs his way
across the ready lap, wings and tail asprawl. The new rider keeps
awake, though. Bright-eyed.

M'verick nods hello to Dysira as well, standing to one side of Elen
and a little behind her.

Regal swoops in from the Bowl.
Regal lands on the perch.

Laurene's hand strokes lightly over the brown's headknobs as she turns
her attention to the Weyrlingmaster, expression lacking usual
seriousness because it's hard to look silly when your eyes are all
meltingly soft from recent Impression.

Elen carries on, knowing that everyone will soon be tired from the
excitement of the night. "These barracks will be your home for two
turns, I and my staff will be everything to all. We are teachers,
bosses if you like, and also for some parents, confidants and
friends. It is my job and that of the weyr to train you to serve Igen
and Pern and do it well. This I take not lightly, and I expect the
same respect from each and everyone of you." Her eyes scan over each
new weyrling in front of her now, seriousness plain for all.

Dysira remains, actually, hovering near the barracks' entrance, her
arms folded across her chest and a small smile playing on her lips.

Kyliven yawns widely, blinking to keep her eyes on Elen. She slides
off the couch to sit on the floor next to Eosith, hand dreamily
caressing his still (for now) hide.

J'on nods seriously, but keeps getting distracted by the fact that
Linneth's tailtip s standing straight up. What a little fighter.

J'nyx is trying desperately to keep his eyes open. It's not working
terribly well. But he does manage to produce at least a semblance of
attention.

Sarai loops an arm around the neck of her brash gold, hands gently
tracing lines down Cyrath's chin. She nods at Elen, listening
intently, albiet sleppily.

Elen sighs, voice lower for a minute. "It is a tough time, and a
dangerous one, not all of you will make it." She closes her eyes for a
second, then continues. "I on the other hand will be fighting with
every sinew in my body to make sure you are all given the best chance,
and the best start." Her lips from a wry smile. "Give as much back and
we will not go far wrong."

Kyliven frowns slightly. Not all of them...? Hand pauses in its
caresses, then her expression firms and she resumes the strokes,
nodding once to Elen.

Elen gives a nervous glance to her 'mentor' Dysira and then smiles to
Ric. "So, you have met M'verick and D'ew tonight my AWLMS; they will
also be working as hard as I and nearly as hard as you." That said you
all now get a huge grin.

On the Sands, Katany says "Well, that is that."
On the Sands, Katany says "I should go find Faerysa so we can see
about rings. Would you care to come with?"

On the Sands, K'tel nods.

J'nyx has lowered his head to study the dozing form of Fironth
tenderly - he raises his head and watches Elen steadily. If her words
chill him, he does his best not to show it. Fironth stirs, and he
lowers his head again, murmuring inarticulate endearments.

M'verick smiles and bobs his head in a little 'bow' to the weyrlings
as he gets introduced. As if anyone wouldn't know him after he forced
the bowls of meat upon them.

J'on knows not everyone will make it. He's accepted that. He just will
not for a second believe it might be him and Linneth.

On the Sands, Katany climbs up into the Stands.
On the Sands, K'tel climbs up into the Stands.

Sarai looks at M'verick and then her attention is absorbed with
Elen. She hangs on every word as if her life depends on it. Cyrath is
less interested, and leans against Sarai, eyes whirling in sleepy
blue-green.

Kyliven turns, straightening as she searches for 'Ric. Face found, she
beams at him, mouthing something that might contain the word 'Amylith'
as she points to the ground beside her.

[Then Elen went into the OOC lecture, before later rp.  Log ends.]