The Hatching of Gold Neith and Brown Kailyth's Clutch
PernMUSH, June 23, 1996
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copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a
registered copyright. Many thanks go to Aphrael for originally providing this
log. Additional editing done by Kassima.
Ista Weyr Hatching Ledges(#1099RDJ$)
These are a long series of ledges, providing plenty of room for numerous
dragons watching the sands below.
You see Szalth, Imrath, Asabeth, Sinteth, Laerth, Emmith, Lunarth, Mammeth,
Gwirith, Ciruth, Genneth, Tyrrath, Sooth, and Prefeth in the area.
The people you see here are Aladis, M'kel, Kh'gar, P'tran, C'ron, J'bal,
Janelle, Alea, Nya, Flannery, and Alyssa.
The aerial entrance to the hatching grounds looms to the southwest. To look
at the mound of slowly hardening eggs, just type 'view'. To look at a
particular egg, type 'view <number>' where <number> is the number in front
of that egg. To see who designed each egg, and upon what particular song
each was based, type 'credit <number>'.
<*> Alea waves to M'kel. "Over here M'kel."
<*> From the Hatching Sands, As the Candidates file out onto the Sands,
they bow as one to Neith and Kailyth. Two semi-circles form loosely within
range of the Clutch.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Hensana looks around and tries to give a
reassuring grin, looking upo to the tand, searching for familiar faces.
<*> V'tor climbs off Szalth and makes it safely to the ground.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Margret follows right behind Merien, eyes
wide, trying to relax and calm herself.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Filana walks first, then lifts her feet,
moving over the sands quickly, taking up her post opposite Tierney.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Svessa walks over to stand near Kailyth and
Merellia, expression somewhere between calm and thrilled to bits.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Byrol steps onto the sands holding Sonya's
hand tightly
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer kicks some sand around by his feet,
letting his eyes sweep across the eggs from time to time.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Kimber stands over to othe side of one of the
semi-circles and waits, outwardly calm.
Jaconda says "Thank you, Aphrael."
Aphrael glances down to the sands. "The candidates are coming out already."
She turns to help her passangers unstraps, before sliding down herself.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Andee bows to the dam, sire, their riders,
Weyr Leadership, and most any other non-candidate.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Phlan stands beside Merien and gives her hand
a sqeeze. His calm brown eyes gaze over the eggs and up to Neith. But only
Merien can feel him trembling.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Merien shifts a little, holding Phlan's hand
tightly.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Sonya trys to remember to breath as she
follows the others to stand in the circle. She keeps ahold of Byrol's hand
and just stares at the eggs.
<*> Cyth backwings and lands nearby.
Melusine clambers down Prefeth's side as the blue dragon crouches down
after a silent word from his lifemate, offering a foreleg as his swirling
eye watches the proceedings.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Halden slips into the other side of Sonya, and
gaze at the eggs.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Byrol bows to Kailyth and Neith and the
Weyrleaders
You climb down from Prefeth's neckridges with practiced ease, reaching up
to give your lifemate a thankful scritch as the blue dragon croooons.
P'ral swings a leg over Cyth's neck and slides down her foreleg.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan positions himself a bit apart from the main
group. He casts his eyes down at the sands and looks anywhere except at the
eggs or the stands. He shuffles his feet back and forth, trying to keep
them from getting hot.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry's eyes flicker toward the mound of eggs,
then up at the collection of people looking from the stands and from the
ledges, and her skin gets even greener around the edges.
Kh'gar ruffles Alea's hair, and smiles to her, looking out to the Sands.
Jerethan dismounts from Prefeth with the use of the blue dragon's riding
straps. He lets out a sigh of relief as he reaches the ground, Prefeth
rumblechuckling in amusement.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer finds a place nearish the eggs, next to a
lad from Ruatha that he doesn't know very well.
M'kel moves over beside Alea, "Did I miss anything?
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos finds his place in the circle quickly, more
aware of the crowd up in the stands than the hot sands burning his feet.
Jeth backwings and lands nearby.
From Jeth's back, D'va turns around and unbuckles the straps from Silora.
Jerethan grins at Aphrael as he gazes down onto the Sands. "Thanks, Aph,
Prefeth," he grins, and then spots Alea and M'kel and inclines his head to
both of them.
Amrieth backwings and lands nearby.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan pulls Merien to arange themselves around an
eggs in a loose semi-circle. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly,
his eyes ixed to the mass of eggs.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn flashes a smile at Svessa, briefly, then
directs a second more personal smile at Merellia. He seems to look
inordinately proud of both of them.
Jerissa lithely jumps down off of Amrieth. Her eyes glaze for a brief
moment and she smiles, whilst the green whuffles her hair affectionately.
From atop Jeth, D'va turns around and unbuckles the straps from Tamesis.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber glances over once at the stands, smiles at
someone, the turns her attn turns her attention back to the eggs.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol moves over to a empty space in the circle
around the eggs.
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine strides proudly onto the Sands, darting a
proud smile toward Merellia and Svessa and their lifemates. She casts,
then, a measured glance over the double row of Candidates, then eyes the
eggs speculatively.
Flannery watches the candidates gathering on the sands with a mildly
appraising eye.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya smiles softly to Halden as he stands next to
her. She whispers a soft "Good luck." before remaining quiet.
Alea giggles. "How many greens do you think, Kh'gar?" She turns to M'kel
and smiles. "No, the candidates have just come out."
From the Hatching Sands, Chagil teeters onto the sands, mincing his step to
keep his feet off the heat as much as possible.
From Jeth's back, D'va smiles. "And here we are."
From Jeth's back, D'va unbuckles his straps and lays them to his side.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret suddenly realizes her feet are hot and
starts dancing that candidate dance.
D'va swings down from atop Jeth's back to the ground.
Aladis smiles at Alyssa, "My pleasure, truly." She gives a little wave to
J'bal as she sees the bluerider. "Hey there."
Alyssa waves to Jerethan, then beams as the familiar forms of Amrieth and
Jerissa arrive. She calls to them cheerfully, waving as well.
Aphrael waves to the Bendenites, and others she doesn't know as she half
perches on Prefeth's foreleg. She grins at Jereth. "Just hope you won't get
in trouble." She murmers.
Kh'gar says "Half of them, Alea."
From the Hatching Sands, Kailyth settles down to a half-crouch, his
jet-shot head slowly rotating to regard each of the Candidates in turn. His
tail twitches back and forth, back and forth, working its way toward
Neith's, until it shoops around hers. Volcanic-red -shot claws dig deeply
into the glittering sands, and he waits.
Jerissa salutes and waves to those shes knows, "Igen's duty to her queens!"
Melusine turns to pat Prefeth's leg "Thank you"
J'bal grins and waves back. "Hey, Aladis."
Kh'gar says "Ista's duty to Igen, Jerissa."
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan glances up for a moment and flashes a quick
half-smile before dropping his gaze again as Halden stands next to him.
M'kel snorts, "First one will be a brown..."
Alea nudges M'kel. "Green."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer pushes some hair from in front of his
face, before resting his hands on his hip in an off kilter sort of a stance.
C'ron watches the Candidates gleefully.
Jerethan chuckles to Aphrael. "And if I do, it'll be worth it. There're two
Harper Hall residents on the Sands today."
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber quietly reassures a couple of young
candidates near her who look about ready to cry from nervousness.
P'tran makes his greetings to the ones from other Weyrs, quietly offering
his duty, and waves more congenially to the Benden folks.
Kh'gar leans over and whisper in Alea's ear.
Jerissa nods. "Brown, definetely."
Flannery smiles softly at M'kel. "Not that you're partial or anything."
From the Hatching Sands, Halden flashes a smile at Lortan as he moves into
the semi-circle, but his eyes return quickly to the eggs.
Kh'gar mutters to Alea, "... more beautiful than when I..."
Tamesis swings down from atop Jeth's back to the ground.
From Jeth's back, Silora shifts nervously, the straps tighter than she'd
like at the moment.
Arlak clambers down Prefeth's side as the blue dragon crouches down after a
silent word from his lifemate, offering a foreleg as his swirling eye
watches the proceedings.
From the Hatching Sands, Neith gazes suspiciously at the sudden influx of
candidates, head lowered as she glances over at them, then the eggs, tail
coiling and uncoiling from about her haunches as she eases herself to a
crouch on the sands. Merellia flashes her lifemate an encouraging smile,
stance shifting as she places a hand against the gold's hide, then slips
Svessa a grin before turning her attention to the rocking eggs.
Alyssa grins, rolling her eyes. "Shells, you all will bet on anything!"
Aladis winks at J'bal, "Benden's duty to Fort. I hope you're well."
Aphrael blinks eyes widening. "Two, really?" She peers out onto the sands,
looking for people she knows.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien elbows Meg, then smiles at her.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde elbows her way between others in the arc of
robed candidates. She lifts a foot to cool it against her other's ankle,
looking a bit like a wherry .
From the Hatching Sands, Filana watches Neith closely.
From the Hatching Sands, With an ear-splitting creel, a gangly bronze
hatchling suddenly forces his way through the casing of his shell, shards
falling willy-nilly. After a moment's confusion he turns away from his
shards and charges awkwardly toward a trio of boys, who just barely manage
to avoid the dragonet's careless talons. The bronze tumbles to the Sands at
the feet of one lone boy from Red Sands, and gazes deeply into his eyes:
Impression! A rider helps the pair to a quiet corner.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana shuffles, nervously and peers at the eggs.
M'kel chuckles, "I say that at all the hatchings, I'm bound to be right
sometime."
Silora swings down from atop Jeth's back to the ground.
Jaconda dismounts from Prefeth with the use of the blue dragon's riding
straps. She lets out a sigh of relief as she reaches the ground, Prefeth
rumblechuckling in amusement.
Jerethan grins and settles down near Aphrael and Prefeth to watch. His
excited grin is aimed at the Sands below, and he watches in antipation of
seeing his friends from the Hall.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya lifts her feet slowly as she gazes at the
golden queen and the way she protects her eggs.
Sivorth backwings and lands nearby.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien gasps, shifting her feet unconsciously.
Alyssa leans forward as she catches sight of Merellia on the sands, and her
smile becomes broader and warmer. "She looks so happy," she comments softly.
C'ron claps his hands and says brightly, "A Bronze!"
From the Hatching Sands, Margret blinks at the bronze and the sighs a
smile. She reaches blindly for one of Merien's hands.
Aphrael gasps. "Bronze first? That's a good sign!"
From the Hatching Sands, Filana leads the new Lifemates to the corner,
talking quietly to the boy.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden blinks at the sudden hatching and
impressing of the first hatchling.
Alea says "A bronze, that's a good sign."
Arlak takes one of Jaconda's hands and smiles
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan doesn't seem to notice the sands heat as he
looks from face to face of his fellow friends (candidates) and smiles at
each one. His head then turns to the stands to see his parents watching him
silently. He tugs Merien and points out to the stands to a group of girls
cheering for her. He holds his breath as the first hatchling Impresses and
waits for the next one.
Jeth bugles to the bronze!
L'ran slips quickly down Sivorth's extended leg.
Flannery grins over at Alyssa, "I think relieved may be more the word,
friend..."
Vidarth backwings and lands nearby.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya ohs as the first hatchling is a bronze.
Silora smiles at those she knows, shifting her hands nervously and going to
stand near D'va. She peers down, down, looking for someone.
Aladis nods, "It certainly is. And a nice looking one at that."
R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch.
J'bal nods, then says, in a loud carrying tone to Aladis. "Fort's duty,
greenrider. And yes, I am. And you?"
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer is too busy rying to figure out where to
put his feet to stop the pain, and misses the first impression.
L'ran nods. "A good sign."
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol smiles at the new pair as he moves his
weight from foot to foot.
From the Hatching Sands, Staring at the bronze that appeared and Impressed
so quickly, Tishry gnaws on a fingertip and shifts back and forth again on
the hot sands, like a little girl waiting for a parent's reaction to
something she did.
Mammeth trumpets resoundingly towards the new Istan bronze.
M'kel shakes his head, "Well the next will be a brown then..."
Kh'gar smiles. "Of course it was a bronze. This is Ista, after all."
Erith backwings and lands nearby.
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine heads out towards the entrance.
Ularrith backwings and lands nearby.
D'va smiles at Tamesis and Silora. "You two know any of the candidates?
Can't say I do, unfortunately."
Flannery lets out a whooping huzzah for the Red Sands lad and new new
bronze lifemate!
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos brightens a little at this first
Impression, drawing his over-sized robe close about him. His eyes flicker
from the eggs, Neilth, and the watchers in the stands nervously.
From the Hatching Sands, Chagil picks himself off the sands, saying, "That
was close!" Then he covers his hand with his mouth, andturns to watch the
eggs, again.
Tyrrath :bugles to Erith and Ularrith.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber watches the new pair go off and grins, a
little anxiety starting to show.
From atop Erith, Ariandra unfastens her straps quickly as Erith settle next
to her ledgemate, Sivorth.
Jaconda hold Arlak's hand and tries to figure out what is going on at the
sands.
Esyth backwings and lands nearby.
Nya quietly records thename of the dragonet and his rider.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande forgets to keep moving his feet as he
looks to the hatchling, glancing around the other candidates.
P'tran grins as his dragon gives a bugle to the new bronze. "Well, that;s a
promising start," he comments.
In a swift movement, M'rgan unbuckles himself from the straps, giving
Ularrith a gentle pummeling in thanks.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan still focuses on the sand in front of his
feet, ignoring everything else. He doesn't even look up when the sound of
the first impression reaches his ears.
Ariandra slides down to Erith's proffered foreleg then to the ground.
Kethran slides down off Vidarth's back, landing as neatly as possible.
Gabrielle climbs down Esyth's side to the ground, using her straps as
handholds.
M'rgan jumps down Ularrith's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a
greeting.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer looks up, swearing as he finds he has
missed the first pair. He ignores his feet and watches on, a slight gleam
in his eye.
Aladis grins to J'bal, "Couldn't be better. And it's a delight to be here."
Seeing M'rgan, she waves gleefully to him.
Silora shakes her head at D'va. "No, I don't think so, but Merellia's my
sister." She peers down again, with an anxious glance as Ularrith and Erith
appear.
Alyssa motions at her brother, "Kethran, I saved you a seat here...!"
L'ran smiles at Ariandra, murmurs something about a 'slowpoke' and turns
back to the hatching.
Prefeth rumbles greetings to the new arrivals on the ledges, swirling eyes
returning to the sands as his humming continues.
Lemarath backwings and lands nearby.
V'tor sits on the edge of his seat, watching the proceedings below.
Jaconda waves in M'rgan's direction.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana smiles andnervously steps closer to the
girl beside her.
Tamesis shrugs and peers down onto the sands "Don't think I know any of them"
From the Hatching Sands, Filana nods to the boy. "Yes, a first Bronze is a
good sign. T'bin will be a rich Rider tonight.
Kethran manages to climb down without assistance from Vidarth's neckridges,
his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Thanks, Vidarth, R'val," he says
finally, remembering his manners, and then spots Jerethan. He heads over to
greet the Harper. "Heya, Jereth!"
M'rgan leaps down from Ularrith's neck, his eyes intent on the Sands. "What
did we miss?"
R'val smiles oer at Kethran and nods,then turns his attention back to the
sands.
D'va blinks at Silora. "I didn't know that." He chuckles at himself. "Had
Jeth been a little bit quicker..." he shrugs, but grins.
From the Hatching Sands, Darkness Meeting Egg rocks juuuust a bit, bonking
gently against Patriotic Egg. After a moment, it seems to shiver...
From the Hatching Sands, Neith bugles proudly, the tones loud and ringing,
as the first of her eggs hatch and the dragonet finds a lifemate, eyes
gleaming green in excitement, wings half-unfurling as she watches closely.
Jereth waves to Kethran, and then glances over at Alyssa. "Let's go join
her!" he says, and leads the way toward the dragonhealer.
Lunarth hums happily.
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney walks onto the sands from the entrance to
the Hatching Grounds.
Ariandra laughs, tossing her braid over her shoulder as she walks with a
deliberate tread to her weyrmate. Sinking down next to him she murmurs
something soft and indecipherable, then turns her attention to the hatching
frenzy below.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret relaxes herself slowly, painfully, as
she's lost in the beauty of the hatching eggs.
Lemarath crouches down so that Shandra may dismount.
Aphrael grins over and smiles at Kethran as he nears them. "Heya Keth,
you're just in time. First impresion was a bronze."
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine walks onto the sands from the entrance to
the Hatching Grounds.
Aladis fingers her beltpouch speculatively. "I think the next one will be a
green."
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan holds his breath as he awaits the next egg
to hatch.
Janelle hugs Shandra.
Kh'gar says "A blue."
Alea waves to her Weyrwoman. "Heya, Shandra."
L'ran says "Brown."
From the Hatching Sands, A few sharp wobbles, and the cracks striating the
surface of the Heated Dancing Egg widen and split, spilling a damp green
hatchling snout-first onto the sands. She lies there for a moment, it
taking a nudge from Neith's muzzle for her to gather herself. After a
wistful creel to her dam, she totters towards the Candidates on unsteady
limbs. Coming to a jerking, shaky halt before one of two sisters from
Nabol, she tilts her head back, and the darker of the two girls' face
shines with a joy heard in the ringing tones of her voice as Impression
occurs and she calls out the green's name.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn just shakes his head at Filana's comment and
looks amused. His stance shifts easily as he watches both candidates and eggs.
M'kel smiles, "Heya Shandra."
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana looks closley, peering from egg to egg
Jerissa smiles as she looks back and waves to Shandra, "Hey there. Come to
watch more bronzeriders be created to terrorise us, Shandra?"
Flannery gives the newest arrivals cheery waves with her free hand, adding
a respectful 'My duty' in her addresses to Shandra and Ariandra. She then
quiets, turning her attention back on the newest hatchling.
Alyssa offers Shandra a bright, warm smile as she arrives. "Shandra,
hello!" she says with a wave.
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine laughs, clapping her hands in
uncharacteristic glee as her eyes follow the new pair's progress across the
Sands.
L'ran laughs. "Wrong again...
Kethran grins. "Heya, sis," he smiles as he takes the proferred seat, still
close enough to Prefeth and Aphrael to speak to her above the din. "I saw.
That's /wonderful/!" he says, eyes returning to the Sands to watch excitedly.
M'kel says "brown.""
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber watches the egg closely then her eyes widen
as it hatches.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien is torn between watching the egg, and
following Phlan's gesture. She sees her sisters in the stands, and her
mouth comes open in surprise. She bends to whisper to Phlan, her eyes wide.
Alea grins and hugs M'kel. "A green!"
Silora sidles over to M'rgan and Gabrielle and Tamesis, feeling less
nervous in their company. "A bronze hatched first, M'rgan."
Shandra hugs Janelle back, waves, and gives greetings where appropriate
before laughing at Jerissa, "No, more bronzeriders to terrorize." She winks.
Aladis grins at Kh'gar. "Well? She looks awfully green to me."
Kh'gar says "Green it is."
Kh'gar motions Aladis over, showing a place to sit next to him.
From the Hatching Sands, Darkness Meeting Egg rocks steadily back and
forth, back and forth, an almost panicked movement that only serves to work
itself deeper and deeper into a sandy black rut. Lemme out!
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande lifts his feet quickly. He breaths
deeply, glancing up at the stands then back to the eggs before him.
Tyrrath trumpets as she watches the newborn green tumble from her shell!
Jerissa giggles and nods to Shandra, "Well, we try our best. I left T'vor
with Jev."
Ariandra waves to Flannery, "And Reaches to Benden." then grins and waves
to Shandra as well.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry bounces from foot to foot and reaches to
one side for a hand, any hand, for security and reassurance, wanting a
physical reminder (since she doesn't trust her sight) that she's not alone.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya watches the Impression for a moment before
looking back to the eggs again.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer chews on his thumbnail, chuckling, "They
were right...this is nothing like flits."
From the Hatching Sands, An older Bronze Rider brings the girl and her
Green to the corner, as Filana returns to the sands.
Aladis excuses herself and moves over to sit near Kh'gar. "Shall we wager
on the next egg?"
Kh'gar slips an arm around Aladis's waist, and hmmmms. "Brown."
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine shifts lightly from foot to foot, the
heat of the Sands making itself felt even through her sandals.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol shifts from foot to foot regulary. His eyes
widen with glee at the green and smiles widely as it impresses.
Silora gives a small snort at D'va, then turns her attention back to the
eggs, a strange expression on her face.
From the Hatching Sands, To one side of Tishry, Kimber takes her hand and
squeezes it with a smile and a wink.
Alea nods. "I"ll go with brown,next."
M'kel frown, "Definatly a brown next."
From the Hatching Sands, Padde cranes her neck to see past, over, around
and beyond those around her, gazing at the eggs excitedly for whichever
cracks next, a glimpse of a hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret reflexivly hopes from one foot to another
as her eyes shine. The smile on her face is only ocassionly crossed with
fear and dobut.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan stares at the green hatchling and then looks
up at Merien smiling, "Who do you think?"
Aladis grins. "Blue."
D'va chuckles at Silora, leaning up against Jeth. "Well, it's true.
Unfortunately, it's true too often for his tastes."
Melusine looks around for any fellow healers
C'ron turns his head and smiles to Aladis, "I agree. Blue."
Aphrael chuckles softly and adds her opinion. "Blue."
From the Hatching Sands, Merellia's expression is tense with excitement,
the hand resting against Neith's hide trembling slightly as she turns her
gaze up to the gold, murmuring a few half-heard words to the queen who
draws back from the unsteady green hatchling and huffs a breath, then
hmmmms louder, the sound rich and full.
From the Hatching Sands, Darkness Meeting Egg seems to pause as if trying
to figure a way out of this dillemma. Hmmmm. Then, with a mighty leap, it
rolls out of its crevice and down toward a rather solid-looking sand dune.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana grins and nervously shuffles as another
Impression is made.
From the Hatching Sands, Darkness Meeting Egg cracks headlong into another
of its clutchmates, rocking wildly as it attempts to regain some measure of
balance and composure. Instead, dark lines begin gaping across its surface
in a slowly forming web. A couple of determined taps strike against its
surface, echoing as the hatchling inside struggles for release. With a
resounding SNAP, a muzzle pokes a hole in the egg, as a brown hatchling
emerges head-first and shakes aside the remains of his shell.
Exuberant Teakwood Brown Hatchling
As sunlight dapples through the fronds and boughs of the forest's mature
trees, so it strikes the treetrunk-browns of this hatchling's hide, velvety
in its apparent dryness so soon after leaving the shell. Whorls of teak
brown embrace the proud lines of his muzzle, leading to eyeridges lightly
caressed with leaf-greens. Shadows grow reddish over his flanks in the
sun's slanting beams, muscles undulating as if a gentle breeze set the
fronds alive. From pinions to wingspars, chestnut-red browns shine in
supple splendor, minor variations veining the shade like the wrinkles of a
tree's bark. Sapling-greens and beech-browns struggle over his belly,
rooting down towards soil-blackened talons to cast a grainy earthen texture
to his hide. Slender limbs untangled, he lumbers around sands, with a creel
like the call of a distant avian, though he still manages to move with the
grace of a young tree bowing in the wind.
L'ran grins.
M'rgan glances over at his fellow weyrlings, gesturing to the other riders.
"What are they betting on?"
Alyssa rests her heels on the edge of her seat and wraps her arms around
her long legs, chin resting on her knee, as she watches the thrilling
goings-on. "Brown!" she cheers.
Kh'gar chuckles. "There you go, Aladis. Brown."
Alea grabs M'kels hands. "A brown."
M'kel cheers, "Brown!"
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber remembers to breathe suddenly as she
watches the latest hatchling come forth.
Aphrael rolls her eyes. "Wrong.. the next'll be blue tho." She amends.
Gabrielle leans to say quietly to M'rgan, "I think on what color the next
will be."
Aladis chuckles softly and cheers. "And a fine, strong lad he is."
C'ron grins to Kh'gar jovially, "Well, ya got me. Brown it was. An' a very
handsome one at that."
Tamesis grins to M'rgan "The colour of the next hatchling I think"
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan reaches up and brushes his hair out of his
eyes before letting his hand fall back down against his side. His eyes are
still locked on the black sands and a off-tune nervous hum begins to escape
from his lips.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana ohhhhs and slowly lets out her breath ...
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan's eyes go wide at the brown hatchling. He
looks up at Merien and then back to the brown where his eyes stay focusted.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien unconsciously tightens her hold on Meg and
Phlan's hands at the sight of the brown hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry's tongue flicks out to moisten dry lips as
she watches the brown emerge, his luscious coloring magnificent from this
close a vantage point. "Brown...oooh..."
Silora looks up at D'va again, her eyes squinting. "Well, umm...Neith was
fast."
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya's eyes widen as the brown hatches. She
tracks it's every movement as she seemingly forgets to breath and holds
tightly to Byrol's hand.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret ohhs at the brown's antics and, aside from
shifting her bare feet, stays where she is. Not feeling that she's in any
danger. Her eyes glance at the stands for someone...
Flannery leans forward in her makeshift seat, clutching her babies to her
to prevent their falling as she squints for a better look at the brown
hatchling. "Oh! He's a lovely, that one..." she murmurs approvingly.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol wows at the beauty of the newest hatchling.
His fingers grip his sides tightly, knuckles turning white.
Kethran grins at Aphrael. "OF course you'd say blue." He gapes for a moment
at the brown hatchling that catches his attention, his expression full of awe.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos forgets his concerns about missing the
first couple of mipressions and faces the brown hatchling, his eyes wide
with awe.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden nudges Lortan awake and points out the
brown to him that just hatched.
P'ral says "Cyth likes browns. And blues."
Jerissa looks over the railing, now intent on the brown as he makes his
quest for his lifemate. Amrieth bugles at the hatchling, watching its
movements too
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer fidgets with his robe, leaning over to
scratch at his leg. He kneels for a moment and shifts his sandals to better
cover his aching feet.
Alyssa leans closer to Flannery and offers to hold one of the twins,
smiling at the new mother softly.
Aladis laughs softly, "So does Asabeth."
J'rell slides down Mileketh's foreleg and off.
Ariandra hands L'ran a skin of wine, then leans against him, murmuring
softly as she watches.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande watches silently. He reaches for a hand
himself, finding Kimber's.
Lemarath warbles to Mileketh.
From the Hatching Sands, Exuberant Teakwood Brown Hatchling blinks in
surprise at all the sudden noise, his involuntary creel quieting for a
breath before he seems to realize how nifty his new world looks, and he
wobbles forward a few steps to see what's going on.
Aphrael giggles at Keth. "Prefeth'd be upset if I said anything else." She
says, the blue rumbling softly in reponse.
D'va nods. "Yes, she was. And he's not too good at fast. Or nimble." He
nudges his bronze. "In fact, I have no idea how he wins at all." His grin
clearly states that he is kidding.
J'rell settles next to Shandra.
Flannery nods to J'rell as he arrives.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan stumbles to the side when Halden nudges
him. He mutters, "Sharding leave me alone." at the man from the Harper
Hall. He takes one step away from Halden and goes back to contemplating the
sands.
Kh'gar chukles and hugs Aladis. "As does any green."
Alea waves to J'rell.
Shandra looks up, distracted from the Hatching, and then smiles, "Hey
Weyrleader."
P'tran gives greetings to the Igen Weyrleaders as they arrive
Kethran grins to Aphrael, and reaches an arm over, placing it around his
sister's shoulders.
L'ran smiles at Ariandra, then takes a long pull at the wineskin.
J'rell smiles, "Hiya, Weyrwoman."
From the Hatching Sands, Merien breathes in sharply when she sees the
hatchling's uncertain stance.
From the Hatching Sands, Tottering away from the shards of the egg, a
long-necked green looks around curiously, her creel of hunger oddly
tentative. Stumbling towards the Candidates, she inspects several before
finally passing near to one lad, a smithcrafter by the look of his broad
shoulders and muscled, stocky build. Though uncertain, his expression is
underlied by an introspective air--an air which quickly dissipates into one
of sheer happiness as the green turns her gaze up to him, her longing for a
lifemate satisfied.
Silora giggles at D'va now, a bit more relaxed, and gives a thankful pat to
Jeth's foreleg. "I think he's nice." Her girlish tone is brought out by the
proceedings below.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya lets out her breath slowly as she winces
from the sound that just came out of the hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer chuckles for a moment, regaining his
composure quickly, "They look almost as nervous as we do.."
From the Hatching Sands, Margret hears a familiar roar from somewhere and
smiles. Her eyes return to the brown and the green that imprsees her fellow
Smith.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber finds her other hand taken by Dachande and
grins at him before turnning back to the hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan grins at the brown and unknowingly says
aloud, "He's beautiful!" He stands there, mouth hanging open and absently
brushes hair from his eyes.
Jerissa smiles as she turns, distracted a moment enough to wave to J'rell.
L'ran sighs happily as another pair is made.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol squeezes Sonya's hand in return to give
comfort as much as to get it.
Alea laughs. "Gwirith wants to know if she was really that small."
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana is distracted by the green Impression,
smiling as she notices the look in the boys' eyes.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande glances at Ithlaer, then laughs, "They
do, don't they." he says, giving the hand in his a squeeze.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry offers Ithlaer a tremulous smile and notes,
in a shaking voice, "No way...I'm so nervous I'll bet the people in the
galleries can hear my bones rattle!"
Aladis chuckles softly at Kh'gar. "Aye, isn't it the truth?" She sighs as
she sees the little green Impress, her eyes shining.
R'val grins at Alea, "Vidarth says the same."
C'ron chuckles brightly at Alea's comment. He smiles to her broadly, "Kinda
hard ta believe we was down there once, eh, m'lady?"
Kh'gar ruffles Aladis's hair, and smiles to Aladis. "Terrible truth."
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos, caught up in admiration of the brown,
misses the green entirely. "He's a beautiful thing..." He whispers it.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden frowns for a moment at Lortan, but it soon
vanishes, as he starts to watch the brown move across the sands.
From the Hatching Sands, Kailyth extends his neck to crooooon soft
encouragement to his brown son, his eyes awhirl with both excitement and
reassurance. A gentle nudge sends the young fellow stumbling forward with
an indignant squeak.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer laughs, flashing an understanding smile to
Tishry..he is certainly more nervous than he will let anyone know.
Alea nods to C'ron. "Yes, it is."
Flannery huzzahs as the little green impresses!
From the Hatching Sands, Merien smiles at the hatchling's squeak, and looks
down at Phlan, still smiling.
Tamesis says to her fellow weryling "It doesn't seem that long ago that
that was us"
From the Hatching Sands, Andee watches all of the hatchlings warily, tense
and poised to move quickly.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol laughs at the browns squeak...his eyes
twinkling as he watches the little hatchling.
Flannery turns gratefully to Alyssa and nods. "Thank you, dear...any
preferences? Got two of em..." she holds up both newborns and chuckles.
D'va nods, chuckling as Jeth croons. "Yes, he is. Can't let him get too big
of an ego, though. He wouldn't fit on the ledge."
From the Hatching Sands, Neith rumbles softly, a low noise--perhaps of
amusement--swirling gaze turning to Kailyth and the hatchling.
Alyssa shakes her head and holds out her arms. "Just tell me whom I'm
holding!"
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber giggles to herself as the brown stumbles
forward and at his squeak. "You are so precious," she says quietly.
M'rgan peers down at the little brown before huddling with Silora and
Tamesis. "Who do you think'll get him? Boy or girl?"
Silora turns to Tamesis, nodding. "Yeah, hard to believe. It's different
when you're up here." Her twisting hands show that she's still nervous for
the young people on the sands.
Ariandra moves closer to L'ran, almost involuntarily, her arm around his
waist as she focuses on the scene and not the mass of people and dragons.
From the Hatching Sands, Chagil starts at the noise the hatchling emits,
and stumbles, knocking another Candidate over.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer casts a cautious glance to the gold,
letting himself almost thankfully be disctracted from the events unfolding
in front of him for a few moments.
Aladis grins. "Absolutely." She turns to J'bal, murmuring, "Y'know, it
seems like I was just down there."
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan holds his breath as Kailyth pushes the
little brown, "I hope that brown doesn't fall." His eyes display no
nervousness, while Merien can tell full well from the trembling hand she's
holding.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret rests all her weight on one foot, "Shoulda
worn sandles." she says softly and watches the dragonet move. As Chagil
falls she hisses and moves as if to help, but someone else is there
J'bal nods and chuckles back. "I know. The scene always brings all the
memories back fresh."
Tamesis thinks about it "Male, but I'm probably wrong" she says to the
other weyrlings
From the Hatching Sands, Padde catches herself just in time to keep from
losing her balance as she shifts legs and changes feet against the sands'
heat, bumping the girl beside her. Her eyes never leave the squeaking
little brown hatchling.
Alea slips her arm around M'kel's waist, smiling softly up at him.
"Remember our hatching?"
Kethran releases his sister's shoulders as she takes a baby into her arms,
and smiles to Flannery. "COngratulations, greenrider," he says, still
distracted by the events on the Sands.
Jerethan grins at Aladis. "Well, it wasn't /that/ long ago," he reminds her.
Flannery has to glance down at both babes then nods emphatically and closes
her eyes, handing one of the children to Alyssa. "This is Rytran,
Lys....And thank you."
From the Hatching Sands, Exuberant Teakwood Brown Hatchling pauses as a
colourful bit of eggshell catches his eye. Neato! Oomphing forward,
half-extending his wings out of his way like willow branches just brushing
the surface of the ground, he peeers, takes a step - and stumbles, plowing
headfirst into the sand. Sputtering, he regains his balance, his reward: a
new hat, shaped suspiciously like an eggshell shard.
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine directs on of the new weyrling pairs
toward a quiet corner of the Sands, head bowed as she listens to the
weyrling's incoherent repetitions of her new lifemate's name, a smile on
her face.
R'val laughs softly at the little brown, "How cute!"
Nya quietly murmurs her respectful greetings to arriving Weyrleaders as she
continues recording the names of new rider/dragon pairs.
Alyssa nestles Rytran in her arms and grins, tickling him.
Aladis grins at J'bal and nods, turning to watch the sands, laughing softly
at the little brown's new 'attire'.
Kethran chuckles at the Sands, and turns to regard Aphrael for a moment.
"Are they always so silly when they hatch?" he wonders.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol brings his free hand to his mouth at first
in worry then to stiffle a laugh as the Hatchlings new wardrobe.
M'kel chuckles, "Graceful isn't he."
Flannery giggles off toward the dapper little brown. "Oh, look! Quite the
fashion statement. You'd think he were a weaver..."
From the Hatching Sands, Halden shifts from foot to foot, as he spots the
new brown's hat, he can't help but laugh softly.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber puts one hand over her mouth to try and
stifle her laugh at the brown's antics. "Silly thing. Dragons don't wear
hats."
Silora now can't take her eyes from the brown on the sands, a lot like her
own Bel at hatching. She leans forward, quietly wishing him luck and speed
in picking his lifemate. She won't guess which sex.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret giggels at the brown and looks at Merien,
smiling and no longer afraid, but enthralled.
Rytran burbles happily.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan laughs at the little brown. He smiling he
talks to it, "Nice hat, little guy." He can't help but continue to drown
his nervousness in mirth.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer smiles, "That may start a new fashion at
weavercraft.." he states softly.
Sooth yawns and stretches, his eyes slowly unlidding as he wakes up, and
looks around to see what's happening.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande giggles at the brown, the sound of
releasing tension. He offers a supportive smile over at Byrol, then returns
his attention to the eggs and their contents.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien looks a little more relaxed, and she laughs
at the brown hatchling, shifting feet to lean more toward Margret to rest
her other foot.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya stifles a laugh at the brown hatchling. She
leans over to Byrol to comment. "Just like a baby,he is." her voice is
shakeing with nervousness.
Aphrael blinks and turns to look at Keth, laughing. "Oh, I don't know about
that. A lot of the time, yes, because they -are- newborns, after all."
From the Hatching Sands, Andee allows himself a brief smile.
From the Hatching Sands, Rocking into each other in their wild gyrations,
the Flashy Concert Egg and the Pied Piper Egg crack near-simultaneously, a
brown and blue pushing themselves clear of the shards. Faster than his
sibling, the blue charges the Candidates, knocking one to her knees in his
haste. His sibling halts by the fallen girl, she reaching up to caress his
eyeridges as he sounds a loving croon to her. Beyond the new pair, the blue
trips on the dragging edge of his own wing and falls heavily against a
young tanner, Chagil, too slow in moving out of the awkward hatchling's
way. A startled squawk--possibly from both--and amid the startlement,
Impression is made.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde grins at the hat effect.
Kethran smiles and shakes his head, still totally awed. "They're... /cute/!"
Shandra smiles at Kethran's comment and answers, "Most of the time. They
haven't developed their pride to its larger than life proportions."
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos laughs, but uneasily. "Oh, do get up and
Impress..."
Jerissa shakes her head, laughing at the brown, "Farranth help his
lifemate" she calls out cheerfully.
M'rgan snorts as the little brown starts sporting an eggshell hat. "It'll
be female."
Flannery cheers for the newly impressed blue and his lifemate, Chagil!
C'ron hears a familiar voice and looks at Aphrael happily, "Aphrael! Nice
ta see ya. Isn't this excitin'?"
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber yays for Chagil as he Impresses a blue and
to the girl who Impressed the other brown.
L'ran just smiles at the impressions being made.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan blinks at Chagil and he smiles, "Good job,
Chagil!!"
Gabrielle reaches over to poke M'rgan, "Some riders have overly large pride
too," she grins.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana chuckles as candidates get knocked over,
giggling in a relief if hissing breath.
Alyssa bounces Rytran a little, holding him carefully and lovingly while
watching the sands with wide eyes.
Aphrael whoops at the appearance of a blue, then giggles at Keth. "They
are!" She agrees, smiling happily.
Aladis cheers for Chagil, clapping her hands.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya smiles over at Chagil as he Impresses.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret grins, "Ch'gil, now." she corrects,
cheering as well.
R'val grins, waving, "Hey Aph."
D'va snickers at Gabrielle. "Yes, yes they do."
From the Hatching Sands, Padde dodges the sand flung her way by the
charging brown.
Kethran grins at Shandra. "I thought it was only golds that were like
that," he says, and then closes his mouth immediately as he spots her knot.
He blushes apologetically. "Sorry," he adds in a small voice.
Silora giggles at M'rgan, then looks curiously at Jerissa for a moment.
From the Hatching Sands, Chagil grins, ear to ear, but not at his friends, no!
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol's eyes widen as the hatchling fall on Chagil
and he impresses! "Wooohoo!"
From the Hatching Sands, Merien bends so she can reach her eyes with her
and Phlan's hands, wiping them quickly. Then she smiles to Chagil. "Good
for you!"
Jaconda sighs softly at Arlak's side. She glances over at M'rgan and smiles.
V'tor mutters toward Gabrielle's comment, "That's a myth..." and grins
From the Hatching Sands, Halden smiles over at Chagil then looks back the
hat-wearing brown.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande grins broadly and cheers as he sees the
candidate is okay.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer grins as he actually /sees/ his first
impression, "That's so simple.." he mutters in awe, "Yet so elegant."
Shandra laughs. "Oh, well... I suppose my opinion might be biased."
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry smiles and calls out her own
congratulations to Chagil in a voice that cracks two octives, and she
clears her throat with embarrassment.
Lemarath sniffs slightly with a flick of her tail.
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine returns from the corner, quick eyes
taking in the shard-strewn sands and anxious Candidates awaiting their
lifemates.
Aphrael glances around, then waves in return at the bronzerider. "C'ron!"
She calls out. "Good to see you too, and you're not wrong!" She waves over
at R'val too. "Heya R'val!"
Kh'gar says "Next one green, Aladis?"
Jerissa grins back at Shandra, "Never! You? Biased?!"
J'bal turns around and shoots a quick grin at Shandra, then turns back to
the Sands.
Shandra rolls her eyes expressively.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan shifts from foot to foot, moving a bit. He
ends up behind another candidate who is much taller than himself but it
doesn't matter much as he still refuses to look at the eggs.
Alea chuckles and looks over to Jerissa. "Not our weyrwoman, no, never."
She grins.
C'ron tromps over and gives Aphrael a light hug, and then turns quickly
back to watch the Hatching. He says distractedly, "How ya been?"
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos spares a glance around, and spots Chagil,
flashing a smile at him. Then he snaps his attention back to the brown near
his side of the circle.
Shandra whines, "J'rell, they're picking on me."
Aladis frowns a moment, then nods. "Aye, possibly." She glances over her
shoulder briefly, smiling at Shandra.
From the Hatching Sands, Chagil says, in a surprisingly hushed voice,
"Rinoth? It's a _wonderful_ name!" He gets to his own feet, and rights his
new Lifemate, then looks around, confusedly. "Food?"
M'rgan hears Aphrael's call to Aladis and he adds his own wager. "Bronze."
Jerissa sniggers and reaches up to unstrap a wine skin from Amrieth's
straps. She smiles, unstops it and takes a swig as she watches.
Kethran smiles, relieved, as the Weyrwoman takes his joke as it was
intended, and returns his attention to the brown on the Sands, shaking his
head in amusement.
J'rell grins at Shandra, "And?"
Alyssa glances at the Igen Weyrwoman and laughs, eyes dancing. "Brave
people to pick on you, Shandra!"
Flannery grins at Shandra, "That's their job."
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine grins as one of the Weyrlingmaster team
members escorts Chagil and his Rinoth toward the quiet corner.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan wipes the sweat from his brow with his free
hand and brushes loose locks of hair from his eyes. He grins at his fellows
as the Impress. But his attention is again captured by the creling brown
dragonet.
P'tran grins slightly and chuckles
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer cheers at the hearing of the name, for the
first time in the evening, his attention fully on the hatching before him.
Shandra settles back mock-huffily. "Hrumph. Good thing there's nice wine in
the future for me to look forward to."
From the Hatching Sands, Exuberant Teakwood Brown Hatchling seems to
realize that there's -something- going on, but can't quite see what. Where
was I? Ah! Peering about, he walks to the top of a large sand dune, gathers
himself, and -leaps-, half-sliding, half-tumbling down the slope toward the
Candidates. Sputtering, he gets his legs under him and peers around at
Halden, Merien and Sonya. The eggshell fragment slowly falls off his head.
Alea smiles at R'val. "I like the one with the hat."
Aphrael jumps down from Prefeth's foreleg to return the hug, grinning as
she looks back to the sand. "We're well! You must be excited - new
weyrlings in your weyr, and all." She murmers to C'ron.
R'val grins at Alea, "Cute, isn't he?"
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande grins, and turns to Kimber with a huge
grin, the excitment in his eyes twinkling boyishly.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber catches her breath as she looks over at the
trio and the brown.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana looks back to the brown, he having
discarded his shell, and grins.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol grins at Sonya and lets her hand go for a
few moments moving to the side.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya holds her breath as the brown hatchling
nears her. She also smiles as the egg shard falls.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden takes a step to one side as the brown
starts sliding towards him so as not to get run over.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret smiles and pokes Merien a bit. "He's comin
o'er here." she hisses, excited. With a hop, she's ready to move out of the
way if needs be.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien looks down at the hatchling, smiling
differently now: gently, with concern.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry cannot help smiling at the little brown and
its loss of the eggshell, watching him even as her eyes flicker over to the
eggs still unhatched. She's determined not to miss anything at all, no, not
at all.
From the Hatching Sands, Andee relaxes slightly as the hatchling finally
moves vaguely away from him, still watching the other eggs and hatchlings
warily.
From the Hatching Sands, Flute Trill Egg rolls of its own volition in a
slow circle, end meeting end. No question there's someone inside trying to
get out!
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos observes the brown careful, in case it
might move on to his area. "Y'dropped your hat..." he mutters with a slight
smile.
C'ron tears his eyes off the eggs and smiles exuberantly to Aphrael,
twoering above her like she is but child, "Ayup! I've never been ta
Hatching at home besides my own! This is great!"
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan smiles at the brown, "Decided against the
hat, little guy?" He chuckles, "I kinda liked it though.... But hey,
whatever /you/ want."
From the Hatching Sands, Margret sees no point in talking to the hatchling
and whispers encouragment to Meri and the boy beside her.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer finds it more difficult to laugh at the
whole affair now that he has actually witnessed an impression. His eyes
watch the brown, then scanthe eggs, not being able to decide where to stay
for more than amoment at a time.
Alea grins a Kh'gar. "Another green next Kh'gar?"
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana smiles. looking around the faces of the
other cabdidates, giving a wave to ones she knows well.
Aphrael catches her breath slightly, eyes on the brown now. "Is he about to
impress?" She asks no one in particular, then looks up at C'ron, chuckling.
"I can only imagine, C'ron."
Kethran glances at Aphrael again, his eyes shining. "It happens so... so
/fast/," he says, stating the obvious in his enthusiasm.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan smiles at Merien and whispers soft words of
encouragement to her. Her sisters cheer her from the stands, "Go Meri!"
"You can do it!"
Kh'gar snorts. "Of course it's green. You're just can't see the color."
V'tor hrmms, "No blues, so far, or did I miss it?"
M'kel nudges Alea, "Blue next."
From the Hatching Sands, Padde rocks from foot to leg, foot to leg, getting
a fairly regular pattern going while still managing to keep her eyes on
hatchling and eggs in silent awe.
Jerethan watches the sands in between glances to the child Alyssa's holding.
C'ron chuckles, a deep earthy rumble, "Ayup! A fine day. A bronze first,
imagine that."
Alea grins up at M'kel. "We'll see."
Alyssa smiles at her brother and says, eyes shining, "Kethran, you will
never see anything like a hatching. Ever. And each hatching, each
Impression, is special, unique. These things thrill me."
Aladis nods distractedly as she hears Aphrael's comment. "I think he is,"
she murmurs, her eyes on the hatchling.
Jaconda quietly asks Arlak, "I thought for sure... that brown would like
Margret... like her father's brown, you know."
Aphrael smiles over at Keth, eyes locked ont he brown hatchling. "It seems
longer, down on the sands." She replies.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol watches the brown closely as he moves his
feet. His eyes move quickly trying to survey all the wandering hatchlings
as they move about.
From the Hatching Sands, Flute Trill Egg suddenly stops the rolling to rock
back and forth and back and forth in rapid succession. shuddering a little,
vibrating a little. It's digging itself into a little hole.
From the Hatching Sands, Merellia stands next to Neith, watching the
Impressions with a smile unevenly crooking her lips. As Neith's humm peaks
even louder, she flicks her gaze over the rocking eggs, then leans to
murmur something quietly to Svessa.
From the Hatching Sands, Exuberant Teakwood Brown Hatchling looks a bit
lost - so much to look at! Peering about him for something to aim for,
something catches his attention. What's this? He lowers his muzzle to the
ground to get a better look, his tail twitching back and forth, back and
forth like a hunter's.
From the Hatching Sands, With a spattering flurry of shards, three eggs
crack, split and shatter. From their respective heaps atop the sands, two
greens and a blue take a moment to gather themselves and still their
bewilderment at all the strangeness about them. Then, with unbounded
enthusiasm, one of the greens heads directly towards a young Neratian
smithcrafter creeling loudly all the way to Impression. The blue, seemingly
a little miffed as his sibling steals a candidate away, charges towards a
knot of four boys, pausing just before them to puff his chest with pride as
he chooses the eldest. Flicking her tail leisurely, the remaining green
saunters up to a wide-eyed girl from Telgar Hold--Pelli, the youngest of
all the candidates--her expression shifting from awed and frightened to
rapturous as she and the green lock gazes.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien glances to the stands, then back to the
brown hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn's eyes follow the brown's movement across
the sand, a reminiscent smile fluttering over his lips.
From the Hatching Sands, Svessa mms? and leans toward Merellia to listen,
her eyes taking in as much as they can.
Kethran nods to his sister, turning away from the Sands for an instant. "I
can't imagine every growing... accustomed to these," he admits.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber grins at little Pelli as she Impresses.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya glances over as more eggs hatch and more
Impressions are made. She lets her breath out slowly and watches the
brown,smileing softly.
Tyrrath bugles again tirelessly as the gren impresses the Neratian Pelli!
From the Hatching Sands, Svessa chuckles and nods, murmuring back with a grin.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret grins and turns to Pelli, "Allright!"
Alea nudges M'kel. "We were both right, only it was two greens to one blue."
Silora nods, overhearing Kethran and Alyssa's comments while watching. She
murmurs to M'rgan, something about hatchings and candidates...
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan gasps as the two greens and blue make there
Impressions, but he holds his breath to wait for what the little brown has
found in the sands.
Jerethan nods to Kethran. "I've been to, what, five of them now. And I
still love to watch them. I doubt I'll ever get accustomed to them," hea
dmits.
D'va peers. "That girl looks as young as R'lym was when he impressed."
Alyssa shakes her head, and as she changes position she replies to Kethran,
"You never do. They're so...oh, just thrilling right to the soul."
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney grins a little smugly at Pelli's
Impression, giving her a proud nod that goes unnoticed by the girl itself.
Gwirith bugles to welcome the little sister.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan cheers for Pelli, "Good job, Pelli!"
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer gasps at the flury of excitement, trying
in vain to keep track of which of his peers have impressed. He catches
Pelli's impression and grins, having had some talks with the girl about the
whole hatching affair.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol cheers for Pelli and the two others who just
impressed!
Aladis smiles softly as she sees the young girl Impress. "Good for her."
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana smiles at Pelli and her green, turhning
her attention to the rocking eggs ... listening for a crack.
M'rgan watches the three Impressions with wide-eyes. "It seems so different
from up here..." he quietly says to Silora.
From the Hatching Sands, Filana manages not to smile. She does watch each
hatchling and wince as they pass near to, and do not impress. When one
does, she turns immediately to take stock of the candidates who are left.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande watches the impressions with smile, his
stance changing as he tries move the heat to a different part of his feet.
Kh'gar says "Two greens and a blue, Aladis."
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry opens her mouth to call her felicitations
to Pelli before hurriedly clamming up. No way she's going to risk having
her voice crack more sharply than one of these eggs! She smiles faintly at
the girl and returns her gaze to the brown.
C'ron sighs and grins at Aladis, "Pelli is such a sweet lil thing, I'm so
happy for her." He radiates good cheer.
Melusine can't seem to watch the eggs, hatchlings and candidates all at
once, so she focuses her atternion just on the hatchlings
Kethran shakes his head. "I can hardly keep up with them," he admits.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde gazes in awestruck attention at Pelli and
the green hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Flute Trill Egg stops again, motionless. For 10 or
12 heartbeats it sits as if whatever was alive in there was contemplating
how to get out. Or just plain tired. It gives another violent shake. Then
stillness.
From the Hatching Sands, Exuberant Teakwood Brown Hatchling seems to have
found a thin white thread from a not very well-made robe. Executing a small
and not very graceful leap, he stomps on it. Aha! That tail twitches faster.
Silora turns to D'va. "R'lym was /that/ young?" She shoots a glance at the
HRW weyrlings, her eyes wide. "I didn't know that."
L'ran watches the Flute Trill Egg closely.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden grins as he watches the brwon and murmurs,
"What ya going to do if you catch it."
From the Hatching Sands, Merien watches the brown hatchling, scarcely
noticing the other Impressions, scarcely breathing.
L'ran mutter quietly "R'lym was never young."
Alyssa smiles at Kethran and nods her agreement. "So much to watch and see
and look at, all happening at one time...look! That egg there is rocking
now, Keth."
Aladis nods, grinning. "Aye, two greens and a blue. Lovely little greens as
well." Turning her head, she winks at C'ron, "She looks a sweet thing,
especially with a lovely lifemate like she now has."
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber leans forward to see who's robe the brown
has caught.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan stumbles as the candidate in front of him
backs up into him. He struggles back to his feet while cursing at the girl.
After he's shaken the sand off of his robes he chances a look around with
an expressionless face. He sees the brown near a few of the candidates and
backs another step away, even further from the rest of the group.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret looks at the Flute Trill Egg, but sinces
the brown is right by her and Merien, she catches his motion out of the
corner of her eye, and then looks at her robe to see if the hemming is
coming undone.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos laughs, his nervousness undone a little by
the comic approach the brown is taking to Impressing.
Gabrielle moves quietly to a seat against Esyth's forelegs, then looks up
at Silora in surprise, nodding agreement with L'ran.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande giggles at the brown chasing the thread,
peering past Kimber as he watches.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya continues to shift her feet from the
heat,still watching the brown but now also looking at the moveing eggs.
Kethran's attention is riveted on the brown, watching as he seems close to
making a choice. He glances in the direction Alyssa's pointing, and then
tries to watch both the egg and the hatchling simulatneously. His head
seems to jiggle back and forth with the effort.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer doesn't even notice the brown as he
catches the egg that has had his attention stop moving, a low moan escapes
his lips. He barely manages to stop himself from trying to crack it open.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde says "'scuse me, Lortan."
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan smiles at the brown and grins wider, "He's
hunting someone. Someone that lost a thread!" That sends some Candidates
searching over their robes for lose seems and threads. Maybe you, no me, or
you. He just laughs.
D'va nods to Silora. "Just about." He looks over at L'ran and shrugs. "He
learned quickly, though." Almost whispering, he adds, "He had to."
C'ron grins broadly to Aladis, "Ayup! I wonder how it'd feel ta Imrpess so
young?'
From the Hatching Sands, Shivering once more, almost as if an icy breath
caresses the pastel blue shell, the Flute Trill Egg becomes veined with the
broadening traceries of lines as a hatchling struggles forth. Shuddering,
it rolls on its axis before cracks separate the surface, cleaving the egg
into two and upending a Shrinking Violet-Tinted Blue hatchling onto the
black Istan Sands. The dragonet pauses, a little uncertain of his rude
awakening into this strange land. Glancing around in an almost fearful
confusion, he chuffs off the egg shards in a flurry of movements,
prolonging the moment he must leave the familiar remains of his egg.
Shrinking-Violet Blue Hatchling
Amid the verdant ferns and damp humus of the forest floor a flourish of
color is barely discernible. With the purple-hued deep blue of a hidden
flower, striking violet scatters over the hide of this blue, hue so
tangible that the characteristic perfume is almost perceptible. Closed
tight, but burgeoning with life, speckled shades bud over his eyeridges
before creeping down his neckridges with a flourish of near-black purple. A
light breath of heated air seemingly causes petals to dance shadows over
his flanks as his hide shifts and flexes with this hatchling's movements.
The translucent aileron of his wings blushes with the tinge of a deeper
mauve as if a flower sitting partially in the shade, flecks of leafy-greens
creating pauses in the blanket of color. As he angles his head to search
around the black Istan sands, he almost shrinks in on himself; bashful and
shy, he shifts nervously, uncertain of his next move.
Prefeth BUGLES! A blue!
Jerethan grins at Aphrael. "Another blue!" he calls to her, giving her a wink.
Jaconda whispers, "It is beautiful, Arlak."
Emmith adds his bugle to Prefeth.
Silora nods in amazement at D'va, taking that lesson to heart. She backs up
just a tad, bumping Esyth in the process and nearly losing her balance.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer sighs, strain lifting from his face as the
egg cracks open. He eyes alight on the little blue, gleaming merrily inthe
heat of the sands
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos only glances at the blue's egg bursting,
the wonder of it lost in his fascination with the active hatchlings.
Alea winks at R'val. "There's a blue for you R'val."
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber sees a blue hatch out of the corner of her
eye and looks over. "Gorgeous coloring."
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana ohhhs and smile spreads over her face as
the bashful blue pushes free of his shell.
Flannery aaaaaaaahs at the newest hatchling as she bounces Ryklin on her
knee. "He's...is he /purple/? She glances about for a moment, then peers
closer. "Oh, no, I see. He's violet....beautiful. And unique."
Aladis grins at C'ron, "Pretty amazing, I'd think." She jumps a bit at the
bugling, then smiles softly at the blue. "Isn't he a lovely fellow?"
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya's eyes catch moevement out of the corner of
her eye. She turns her attention to the newly hatched blue for a sec.
Ularrith rumbles neutrally at the sight of the blue. Neither pleased nor
displeased. Just welcoming.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan smiles at the blue for a moment but his eyes
jump back to the brown's hide as if it was a magnet!
Esyth nudges Silora back upright with her nose, emitting a low warbling
chuckle as she does.
Aphrael cringes slightly at the loud bugle, but appears rather amused as
she nods at Jereth. "Prefeth's happy." She says as she watches the blue on
the sands.
Kh'gar says "Very handsome. Sinteth's says he's hers."
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry actually jumps back a step as the blue
hatchling appears, eyes wide, a hand over her heart. "How flaming
ridiculous I look," she groans and tugs on her robe to get her composure
back. This will *never* do!
From the Hatching Sands, Halden glances back at the blue, then back at the
brown that is soo much closer.
From the Hatching Sands, Exuberant Teakwood Brown Hatchling follows the
loose thread to Margret's robe, softly bumping into her leg in the process.
Hey...
Jerissa smiles as she looks over, "Shards, he's a pretty one!" Amrieth
BUGLES her aggreement, causing her lifemate to slam hands over ears.
Jerethan glances at Alea, and smiles to her for a moment. "Another song, it
seems," he says, returning his eyes to the Sands.
Kh'gar chuckles, and looks at his green. "Already? Sheesh."
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol smiles as the blue cracks out of his shell
he turns slightly on his heel as the heat starts to become too much.
From the Hatching Sands, Andee continues watching both brown and blue,
self-consciously fingering his robe.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret sees a twitch of blue and looks over at
the hatchling. Confused she whispers to the boy beside her, "Th' others
'pressed so fast. Why dinna the brown?"
Silora turns, regaining her balance, and pats Esyth affectionately on the
snout. "Thanks dear one." She giggles at Gabby, then takes a seat on the
other side of Esyth'
R'val grins, A" blue! " he grins at his dragon. He winskat Alea, "Yup, and
a spiffy little fellah he is."
C'ron claps his hands together smiling at the fetching violet Hatchling.
"See the way the light shines on his hide? Shards, I hope he keeps some o'
that lsuter, he'd be gorgeous."
From the Hatching Sands, Merien is distracted by the blue's hatching, and
she looks at him for a minute before she looks back down at the brown. She
watches him look at Meg, and gasps, releasing the girl's hand.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande eyes flick to the blue and he sighs
softly, "Hello little one." he says, mostly to himself as he watches the
unsure newcomer.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn's head nods in approval as the newest
hatchling breaks from its shell. However, his gaze turns again to where the
brown is, a sudden smile breaking out over his face.
Alyssa snickers and looks toward Amrieth. "Well said," she giggles at the
green.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber's eyes get big as she holds her breath
watching Meg and the brown right by her.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden grins over at the brown and Margret, as he
watches.
From the Hatching Sands, Svessa's face breaks into a grin as she sees the
Teakwood brown Impress. Nodding to herself, she sighs and absently reaches
up to caress Kailyth's lowered muzzle.
Aladis grins, "Asabeth says she likes him too." She sees the brown
apparently making his choice, and sits back to watch.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret stops and stares at the brown, "Ab-
Aberuth?" she looks shocked and then her face breaks into a huge grin, "Yer
beautifull!" and she falls on her knees.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan looks from the brown to Meg and back again.
He smiles, "Looks like you shouldn't ever become a Weaver, Meg! I think he
likes you!" He stares at Meg and the brown, waiting.
L'ran whispers somethign to Ariandra and grins.
From the Hatching Sands, Shrinking-Violet Blue Hatchling has red eyes like
some alien god. But they look about, meditatively, inner eyelids lowering
to soften the colour of hunger to pink. Out of meloncholy, ennui, or
shyness, this little blue finally steps out of the egg with an uncertain
posture. His head is lowered, neck turning first one way, then another with
the probing, impassioned eyes.
From the Hatching Sands, Breath of Ecstacy Egg shudders slightly within a
mound of sand walled much too high for its liking. Clumps of sand fall in
little avalanches, leaving the egg perched high and dry to wait once more.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber says "Yay, Meg! Way to go."
From the Hatching Sands, Halden murmurs, "Congrates Margret." and turns his
eyes to the blue.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana turns as Meg's Smith's voice makes it
across the sands. "Meg ..." she breathes, softly.
Kh'gar cheers. "Beautiful, Meg!"
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol smiles widely, "Way to go Meg!!"
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan jumps as Meg Impresses, "Way to go Meg!!!"
From the Hatching Sands, Filana had started towards Margret as soon as the
brown began to bump her, and now her frown turns to a smile.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien covers her mouth, then cries out, "Meg!"
From the Hatching Sands, A large flake of shell peeling away from the
Chamelionic Spiraled Egg, the green muzzle of a hatchling pokes out, the
egg trembling and shaking as its occupant continues its furious battle. At
last, cracks gape and widen, a vibrant green nearly leaping forth from
them. Nearby, the Lonely Islands Egg also splits to reveal a green, who
staggers towards the Candidates. One boy fails to move from her path
quickly enough, and she slashes him across the thigh, sending him falling
to the ground and clearing her way to a boy just past, his adams-apple
bobbing nervously. All nervousness stills, though, in the rapture that
fills his face, throwing his arms about the green's neck. Her sibling,
still shaking off egg-shards, twists her skinny neck around to look at the
circle of candidates before fairly knocking her chosen one down as she
dashes towards the young Beastcrafter girl.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande cheers loudly, "Well done Meg!"
Ciruth trumpets ecstatically as /his/ candidate Impresses.
Alea thumps Kh'gar on the back. "It's Margaret. He picked Margaret!"
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana smiles and takes her eyes back to the blue
hide of the hatchling.
Jerissa cheers her applause, foregoing sipping teh wine for a moment.
Kh'gar says "Of course he did. I had no doubt."
Gabrielle smiles up at Esyth, then over at Silora, "She's handy that way.
So which one is your sister?" Glancing down at the shouts, she adds her
cheer in congratulations to Meg.
Aphrael cheers for the Aberuth and his new lifemate!
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya smiles as Meg Impresses. "Way to go!" she
crys out.
C'ron cheers heartily, produing an almost deafening sound, "Marget!" C'ron
cheers some more.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret starts to cry,"Hungry! Aye! Food..." she
looks around, having forgotten where to g.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer smiles, seeing one of the few candidates
he truly got along with impress. He nods, obviously approving of the browns
choice.
Kh'gar thumps Alea on the back, and hugs her, with a wink.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos calls out joyously as if /he'd/ impressed,
"YES, Meg!"
Silora claps for the girl and the brown, loudly, before she realizes what
she's doing and feels a bit embarassed. But she goes on clapping. "Well done!"
Ariandra eyes widen then she grins, forcing her attention to the sands.
Flannery lets out a huzzah for Margret and her pretty new brown lifemate!
J'bal leans against Emmith, patting his side and murmuring something to him.
Jaconda gasps, "Margret!"
From the Hatching Sands, The yells of "Meg" break over Lortan and he spares
Margret and her brown a smile before he begins kicking at the sand under
his feet.
From the Hatching Sands, Filana stops by the girl and her Brown. "Aberuth.
Good name for a Brown, that." She encourages the new Pair to go with her to
the corner.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber turns her attention to the blue that is
still looking for it's lifemate.
Ularrith thurbles warm congratulations, craning his neck to its furthest
extent, as the little brown finds his mate.
Aladis cheers for the newly Impressed pair, glancing questioningly over at
J'bal for a moment.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol turns to watch the new hatchling work it's
way out of it's egg.
Kethran finally hears the cheering through his awestruck observation, and
adds his own voice to it, grinning wildly.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan grins at Meg, but averts his eyes to the
blue and stares, unthinking.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde beams, all traces of her earlier frightened
tension forgotten. "Congratulatoins, Margret!" she squeals.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer turns his head quickly back to the sands,
as yet another flurry of action catches his eyes. He sighs as he sees the
beautiful greens impress to some candidates he didn't know well.
Silora turns to Gabby, then points a bit proudly down at the woman standing
next to golden Neith. "Merellia, there." She smiles as if trying to will
her sister's glance upwards for just a moment.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret looks up at Filana, her eyes wide and
wonderfull, "Aberuth...C'mone. Filana'll show us where food is."
From the Hatching Sands, Andee smiles slightly again, watching even more
closely now as a candidate gets gashed.
From the Hatching Sands, Breath of Ecstacy Egg appears still, sitting high
on its throne, but the perceptive eye can make out the flexes of the hard
shell as it puckers and stills.
From the Hatching Sands, Aberuth walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Margret walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine laughs at the sight of Margret and her
Aberuth, "Well done!"
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos turns smiling to the blue, not the least
bit wistful about the brown since it's Margret who Impressed.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry claps her hands for Margret but still isn't
calling out anything, nope nope. She trusts her voice about as far right
now as she could throw Neith.
From the Hatching Sands, Filana walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Aphrael glances towards Jaconda and Arlak, smiling. "You knew her?" She
asks with a smile.
Gabrielle peers down, then makes a face at her obtuseness. "Oh. Of course."
She shakes her head with a laugh.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande watches the blue, shuffling his feet
quietly as he holds Kimber's hand.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn's smile remains on his lips as his indigo
eyes once again search out the sands, before falling on the small blue
still about.
From the Hatching Sands, Merellia grins to Svessa, then turns her gaze back
to the latest hatchings, eyes bright with an excitement equal to Neith's.
Easing her weight to one foot from the sand's heat, her smile widens at
Margret's and Aberuth's Impression, leaning against the hmmmm'ing Neith's
near foreleg.
Arlak smiles and nods saying, "Except for Jaconda, one of the only people
at the hall who mattered to me."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer turns his attention back to the eggs,
blinking his eyes in the heat. He shifts his feet again and again,
fidgeting on his robe as he uses all his strength to look ocmposed.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan smiles up at Merien as he watches Meg leave
the sands. He sighs and continues to watch for the blue that just hatched.
Silora giggles again, clasping her hands in front of her and nudging her
friend, leaning back slightly against Esyth for support.
Jaconda sadly smiles to Aphrael, "I guess you can not see her smith knot...
in her robe..... She was... is a very good friend... Margret."
From the Hatching Sands, The Springtime Flowerburst Egg seems to be playing
bowls--or is that billiards--as it tumbles, rolls and knocks into
everything and anyone. Ending up against Kailyth's huge talons, it cracks,
depositing a muddied-pool brown hatchling onto the sire's foreclaws. He
glances up, striations of tan flickering down his dorsal ridges as he tests
his voice--a wonderful treble bugle. Jumping in surprise at his own noise,
he falls back down the mound, ending up at the feet of some poor Bitra Hold
girl with a ponytail who helps him upright. He stares back at her with eyes
whirling in an crescendo of colors, and the new pair are escorted to the
end of the cavern by a rider.
From the Hatching Sands, Shrinking-Violet Blue Hatchling walks purposefully
toward a few of the younger candidates, but stays well back. Unlike others
he walks with a velvet stillness. He comes as an accomplice, stealthy
maybe, now shyer. It's a lovely moment when he sees someone he recognizes.
An hour longed for by many is nearly. The pink eyes flash a moment of green
as he heads directly, purposefully toward a man who is holding a woman's hand.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien squeezes Phlan's hand in excitement, and
grins.
Tyrrath croons as she tosses her weight first at her forelimbs, then her
hindlimbs, verily bounding in place with excitement.
From the Hatching Sands, Breath of Ecstacy Egg tumbles from those
steadfastly annoying little heaps of sands. The rosy hues of burgundies and
pinks flex with more andalmost vocal insistance.
Saraken appears in a cloud of flour, coughing and spluttering
Aphrael nods over to Arlak and Jaconda, "Give my congratulations to her, if
you see her later then." She murmers, eyes going back to the sands.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana ohhhs as the blue heads for a candidate.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan sqeezes Merien's hand back and holds his
breath. Is he walking towards him and Merien? Naw, can't be. Or can it?
Aladis turns her attention to the beautifully coloured blue. "Graceful for
one just out of his shell, isn't he?"
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber shifts her weight from foot to foot, the
sands burning at her feet. She looks at Dac and grins.
From the Hatching Sands, Kailyth warbles softly at the little hatchling
that deposits itself at his feet, only to deposit himself at someone
else's. Crooning approval, he turns to nuzzle Svessa before watching for
other Impressions.
Kh'gar says "Most graceful. Surprising."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer takes the hand of the person next to him,
not even realizing heis doing it, but needing the human contact to remind
him this is real.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden takes a step back towards Sonya, and
glances back to see where Lortan vanishes too, but quickly turns back to
watch the hatchlings.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol holds his breath as the blue walks towards
Merien adn Phlan. He watches closely not daring to breath a'tall!
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya smiles softly at Halden and reaches out for
Byrol's hand again.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde wipes a bare arm across her sweaty forehead,
then her eyes with a handful of the cloth robe she wears.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry's wistful gaze follows the blue as she
stands stock-still, squeezing Ithlaer's hand without a shred of
comprehension that it's his hand she's holding. Or, really, that she's
holding a hand at all. Every part of her is numb and practically
motionless, save her rapidly flickering eyes.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande grins back at Kimber, then back at the
blue as it shyly stumbles around.
V'tor grins, "Someone's gotta keep up with all the greens..."
Kh'gar says "Sinteth's keeping track."
Alea nods. "Yes, it is. Most hatchlings are well, not exactly gracefull."
Gwirith nudges her rider. "Of course Gwirith says she was never that
unbalanced."
J'bal glances back towards Aladis and grins. "Remind you of anything, Aladis?"
From the Hatching Sands, Breath of Ecstacy Egg enters a flat spin and then....
From the Hatching Sands, Whirling and gyrating in a bizarre dance, the
Breath of Ecstasy Egg suddenly stops. No movement, not even a twitch
touches it, holding at the ready, the suspense hanging in the air. A moment
longer and it is as though a foot taps out a beat, a slender crack widening
in the shell almost rhythmically. Rapidly more appear, rippling and
striating the shell until the tip of a wing emerges. Finally the egg
relinquishes its burden, shattering as a damp green hatchling topples onto
the sands with a bugle of protest for her treatment.
Dew-Damp Forest Green Hatchling
Gently rocking and swaying on unsteady limbs as if a leaf trembling in some
teasing breeze, slightly spread wings show a hide glimmering with the rich
green hue of morning-damp leaves caught in the yellow haze of sunlight. The
beryl shade deepens to an almost-blue at her wingtips and the end of her
sinuous tail; as with a leaf backlit by the sun, a golden sheen underlies
this deep green of her hide, showing in a streaking pattern that begins
diffusely at the tip of her muzzle and runs down her neck to pool at her
shoulders--perhaps shafts of light spilling through a thick overlay of
leaves. With an insistent air, her head lifts on stalk-slender neck to peer
around; her eyes swirl the heated scarlet of some tropical blossom.
C'ron chuckles appreciatively at V'tor's comment. He leans against the
ledge's wall near Aphrael.
From the Hatching Sands, Shrinking-Violet Blue Hatchling walks directly up
to Dachande crooning a tentetive greeting. His head lowers to introspection
as he builds up his strength. When his head raises, he's looking directly
into the man's eyes.
Alyssa idly brushes Rytran's soft cheek as she watches the hatchings and
Impressions. "Hey, a healer!" she calls happily
From the Hatching Sands, Merien gasps again at Dachande and the blue, then
says, "Dachande, he's come for you!"
From the Hatching Sands, Halden watches the green hatch, then turns to
watch the blue and Dachande.
Aphrael lets out a cheer as she watches the blue impress. "Yay!!"
Alea claps her hands. "Another green!" Gwirith croons a happy hello to
another green sister.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber lets go of Dac's hand as the blue
approaches. She smiles broadly.
Flannery huzzahs for Dachande and the little blue hatchling!
Melusine cheers happily when she sees the blue hatchling go up to the
healer "Ya Dac" she calls
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos turns from the blue to study some of the
other hatchlings, as they hopefully will soon be studying him. His gaze
falls on the green.
Jerissa cheers and bounces, "A healer! Yah!"
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan grins at Dachande, "He wants /you/
Dachande!!" He smiles at him.
R'val grins, "Ah! a healer! Wonderful!"
Aladis turns to smile at J'bal with shining eyes. "Yes, it does." She looks
to see the Blue find his 'mate, cheering loudly.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol blinks twice as he takes Sonya's hand.
"Allright Dac! "
Gabrielle sits up a little taller to inspect the green, giving Esyth's chin
a gentle caress as she does.
C'ron laughs and claps his hands, "Is the blue goin' for Dac? Oh boy!" He
watches the scene unfould with intense interest.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande blinks, then gasps. He kneels beside the
hatchling, tenderly extending his hand and says, "Hello Seonath, I am
hungry too, and I am very happy to meet you."
Rytran tucks his nose into Alyssa's elbow and closes his little blue-green
eyes, oblivious to the din about him.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer lets his gaze stay on the green for a
lingering moment, not breathing. He shakes his head and clears his mind,
giving the hand he holds a squeeze. He leans down again and messes with his
sandals, trying in vain to help stop the heat by moving them around.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry gasps as the blue selects his lifemate
quickly. "Dachande! He wants you, he does!" she giggles, and that shardling
crack reappears in her voice at the last word. "Argh!"
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya gets caught up in the excitement of the
Impression and the hatching of the green. She cheers for Dac loudly.
"Allright Dac!."
Jerethan grins happily. "Dach! That's great!"
J'bal bellows out his approval as the blue Impresses.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden grins over, "Congrates Dachande and Seonath."
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana grins, with a sad sigh, for the blue.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde's mouth drops open at Dachande and the blue
hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Dew-Damp Forest Green Hatchling isn't moving
hesitantly, you see, she's just taking her time. Anxiously whirling eyes
tinged with red look along the double row of candidates.
Aphrael tilts her head, grinning. "Seonath," She says with a grin. "I like
that!"
Kethran lets out a cheer as well for the new pair. "Wow!" he grins.
D'va nods approvingly. "That's a nice name, yes."
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan cheers loudly, "Hurray Dac and Seonath!!"
Alyssa nestles the newborn more securely in her arms and kisses his forehead.
From the Hatching Sands, Dachande beams a smile, his face alight as he
stands, then assists the blue and his lifelong partner gently towards the
waiting food, his eyes shining with pride and pleasure.
From the Hatching Sands, Drumming reverberates from inside the Winter Waltz
White egg as the occupant struggles for arrival. The sounds emanating
sounds more like a full percussion orchestra than a hatchling. Finally a
Lichen green dragonet stumbles free. With a sweet warble she sets off,
moving down the rank and file of Candidates. She huffs and starts back up
again, settling on her first choice--typical female, always returning to
the first thing they saw! A nudge with her muzzle to the girl's midriff,
who oomphs, looks down, and smiles joyously to her new lifemate.
Silora's mouth drops open as well, as she realizes that that's /Padde/ down
there, and she didn't know. "Ohmishards!" Her face goes pale, and she feels
really....nervous.
From the Hatching Sands, Seonath walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn's stillness becomes sudden movement. He
strides across the sand toward Dachande, abruptly there beside the new
pair. He hears the name Dachande says aloud and says, "D'chand? If you'll
coax Seonath along, I'll show you where to go."
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya turns from watching Dac and his blue to
regards the green. "Oh she's so pretty." she says softly and just stares at
her.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer finishes straightening his sandals, and
straightens himself upright. His free hand continues to smooth and
re-smooth his robe, as for the first time in his life..he cares what he
looks like.
Tyrrath bugles as another green hatches!
D'va blinks at Silora. "Problem?"
From the Hatching Sands, Merien tears her attention from Dachande toward
the green hatchling. She bends to whisper to Phlan, excited.
Gabrielle glances over at Silora curiously, echoing D'va's question.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana watches the blue head off the sand, hr
smile growing as she watches the lifemates, looking back to the hatching eggs.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber watches the green give the candidates the
once over with a smile.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn coughs, "Er, sorry. D'chan." He grins at the
younger boy and then walks beside them to the corner of the sands.
From the Hatching Sands, D'chan walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden watches the new pair leave for the corner,
then watches the green.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan cocks an ear to listen to Merien while
watching the green dragonet. He smiles up at her, "Me too."
Silora barely notices D'va, then shakes her head. "No, it's just that
she's...ummm..my sister-in-law or something? I hadn't known she was
standing." Suddenly the hatching becomes different for her, and she
concentrates on the sands below. "Padde."
From the Hatching Sands, Cracks webbing its shell, the Sepia Farewell Egg
breaks into myriad shards, a noisy brown shouldering his way free.
Spreading his wings to flap them, he skitters across the sands,
surprisingly quick until he becomes unbalanced by one drooping wing and
falls into a tangle of limbs. Two Candidates move forward to help, but only
one moves back--a loud-mouthed redhead remains by the brown hatchling's
side, his exclamation of startlement drowned in the even more raucous creel
of the brown's, exultant: Impression! With a rider's assistance, the pair
stumble towards a quieter corner.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan takes another vicious kick at the black
sands at his feet, head down, shoulders slumped and fists curled up in the
robes at his sides as he takes frustration at the only thing he can reach.
From the Hatching Sands, Dew-Damp Forest Green Hatchling takes several
steps forward, picking her direction carefully. She cants her head to the
side, and finally moves in deliberate steps, each one carefully
reorganizing the sand around her talons.
D'va ahs, chuckling. "Small world. Well she'll be a closer relative if she
impresses." He peers down. "Which one is she?"
Flannery glances up and smiles at J'lor.
Jerethan inclines his head to J'lor, giving his a friendly smile. "Heya,
brownrider!"
P'ral says "Padde? Cyth Searched her."
From the Hatching Sands, Patriotic Sunset Egg starts rocking, as if finally
protesting the rought knocking its sibling eggs have been giving it. Back
and forth, back and forth. It's a wonder it doesn't roll down the sand dune
it's perched on. Back and forth.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry shuttles her weight from foot to foot, back
and forth, to and fro now, in opposition to her motionless state a moment
ago, a hyperactive girl trembling with the need to move, though Ithlaer's
hand is keeping her well-rooted to the spot. She follows the green around
with flashing eyes, and with a gusty breath she blows a drop of
perspiration from her nose.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber says "Now there's a lady who looks like she
knows what she wants."
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan blinks at Lortan and just shakes his head,
"I wonder what's bugging him...."
From the Hatching Sands, Andee continues watching, shifting often in the
heat, but more wary of the unimpressed hatchlings stumbling about.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos notes the brown and cheers up a little,
optimism inspired in him at seeing some of his friends Impress.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya alternates watching the green hatchling and
the moveing eggs.
Aphrael grins over at J'lor, then looks back to the green on the sands.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer clears his throat softly, trying to get
any moisture into his mouth, the sands heat sapping it from his person. He
watches the beautiful green, and tries again to straighten his robe..and
now his hair.
Silora turns to P'ral, grinning widely and nodding to D'va. "She's a
wonderful girl. My sister married her brother, a while back...she was with
me at Boll about the time I was searched."
J'lor strokes his foo thoughtfully as he watches the sands.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde takes advantage of the lesser number of
candidates left in the arc and hotfoots it to a wide-open break in the
grouping and settling herself there for a better view.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol bites his lip as he starts to become very
nervous. He looks about from hatchling to hatchling his eyes taking in the
beauty of each of them.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien leans to grin at Kimber, then shifts her
feet a little and watches the hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden murmurs to Phlan, "Probably his mother as
always." as he watches the green take her delibrate steps.
Alyssa smiles at J'lor, calling a greeting to him, then she shifts the baby
in her lap again and sighs while watching the green select her lifemate.
Jerethan grins, and raises a brow as J'lor's foo impresses him.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn walks over from the far end of the Hatching
Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana examines from egg to egg, looking for
cracks, trying to guess which will be next ...
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan holds his breath as he watches the Patriotic
Sunset Egg teater on the edge of the dune. He sqeezes Merien's hand in worry.
From the Hatching Sands, A shuddering succession of rockings, and the
Distant Moonlight Egg splits wide to reveal the muzzle of a small bronze,
mouth immediately gaping wide in a hungry creel. His damp tail dragging in
the sand, he moves determinedly towards a young man from Southern Boll with
a shock of curly brown hair and gray eyes, determinedly ignoring a green
clutchmate who passes the two to butt her head against the midriff of a
tall, gangly SeaCrafter girl. She wraps her arms about the green's neck,
face reddening with a blush of incredulous joy as she shouts her new
lifemate's name.
Alea nudges Kh'gar. "Lots of new blues and browns to choose from." she winks.
Aladis waves to J'lor as she notices his arrival, then watches the little
green.
From the Hatching Sands, Dew-Damp Forest Green Hatchling moves in quickened
steps as her stomachs let out loud rumbles of hunger. All well and good to
take your time and be sure, but she knows where she's going, and she's
determined to get there. She approaches two candidates clad in white robes,
a young man and a young woman hand in hand.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol squeezes Sonya's hand really tight as the
bronze hatches a soft sigh of delight escapes his lips.
Kh'gar chuckles and nudges Alea back. "Oh, many of them. Sinteth's delighted."
Realm clambers down Asabeth's side as the green crouches down after a
silent word from her lifemate, offering a foreleg as one whirling eye
watches the proceedings.
Kethran glances up as a foo dangles within his range of vision, and nods to
J'lor.
M'kel frowns at Alea, "Now cut that out."
From the Hatching Sands, Patriotic Sunset Egg slowly rocks. Back and forth,
back and forth. It almost makes one seasick just to watch. This way, that
way. Right, left.
Mammeth trumpets brightly to the newly hatched bronze!
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan grins at the green as it quite possinly
heads toward him and Merien.
Kh'gar mutters to Alea, "... have..."
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber's eyes flit from the eggs to the Hatchlings
to the other candidates, taking everything in.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya squeezes Byrol's hand back as she continues
to watch the rocking egg and the green hatchling.
Alea smiles up at M'kel. "Just kidding, M'kel."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer glances for a moment towards the rocking
eggs, but will not..can not..let his gaze leave the imperious little green.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien drops Phlan's hand long enough to wipe hers
dry on her robe. Then she grips his hand tightly again, exchanging glances
with him.
Jeth bugles as the bronze and the Boll boy impress!
From the Hatching Sands, A violent ripple abruptly coruscates across the
Patriotic Sunset Egg, sending it spinning like a top upon the heated
Hatching Sands. Obscured by the whirling motion, but clearly audible, a
series of cracks streak over the shell. With a loud *pop*, the egg suddenly
shatters, revealing a creeling blue dragonet still spinning madly in place
amidst his shards.
Tsunami-Blown Blue Hatchling
Whisps of steamy steel blue coil over the hide of this hatchling in mimicry
of the damp air exuded from moist earth after a hard rain. Translucent
wingsails, exposed in an awkward flop as the hatchling cranes his spindly
neck to peer around with red-whirling eyes, display the rich azure of a
sun-struck waterdroplet falling into the depths of a forest canopy. Like
shadows gathering in such a fall, his hide glistens from hatchling-wetness,
his hue a cobalt along the crest of his spine, along the oversized ridges
that almost seem ungainly for his neck, and in a streaking run down his
vine-slender tail. Lighter traces of pale blue delineate his broad chest,
belly, and gawky head, the color of clear sky just following a storm.
Although his movements are awkward as he shuffles over the sands in jittery
fits and starts, a smooth fluidity underlies his progress: the promise of
strength and agility to come.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol looks towards the green and holds his breath
as it possibly heads towards Sonya and him.
Jerethan grins at Aprael. "Another blue!" he calls.
Alyssa sighs happily. "What a gorgeous blue!"
Emmith bugles suddenly as another blue Hatches.
R'val smiles, "Almost as nice as Vidarth, that one."
Aphrael lets out a whoop of joy. "Another blue! A fine clutch this is!" She
says, Prefeth bugling happily.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer jumps a bit at the noise of the shells
cracking, but stands his place, his eyes now scanning the eggs for a
lingering moment, and then back to the green.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya's mouth drops opens as a blue appears from
her favorite egg. She pays more attention to the blue and less to where the
green is going.
From the Hatching Sands, Dew-Damp Forest Green Hatchling looks between the
two candidates, more out of idle happiness that they are both here for this
experience. Happily, she stretches out her wings, a gesture of contained
excitement as she looks toward the fidgetier of the two candidates, a young
woman with a trickle of perspiration down her nose.
Alea nudges Kh'gar, smiling mischieviously at Kh'gar.
J'bal hears R'val's comment and turns around, grinning.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry gasps as the blue emerges, a mirage of
water on the sands, and now she has to watch the green AND the blue.
R'val grins over at J"bal, "I'm biased. I admit it."
Aladis cheers as she sees the little blue arrive, excusing herself and
wandering over to stand near J'bal. "Almost as handsome as Emmith, isn't he?"
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana jumps in surprise as the egg she was
looking at cracks and a blue emerges.
Flannery smiles in admiration as she watches the new blue totter across the
sands.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan gasps at the spectacular entrance of the
blue dragonet. He smiles at him and the little blue holds his attention
even more than the green did.
Kh'gar nudges Alea again, and winks to her. He mutters to Alea.
Kethran glances at Alyssa. "And Benden's going to be hosting one of these
soon? I'd like to be there for that!" he says.
J'bal chuckles back at Aladis. "Almost, yes."
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos lowers his hand from wiping sweat off his
forhead to see another blue among the wandering hatchlings. He lets his
attentions stay with it for the moment, watching it with yearning.
Gabrielle watches the blue with a rather thoughtfull air, murmuring to
Silora, "I guess I should pay attention to who impresses the males, huh?"
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber tosses her head to get her hair out of her
eyes and sees the blue Hatch and the Green possibly find it's lifemate.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden looks from one hatchling to the other, then
back again. He shifts from foot to foot.
Kh'gar mutters to Aladis, "... Asabeth can... take."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer notices the impression and forces a smile,
knowing the little green probably needed more than he could give anyway. He
gives Tishry's hand a squeeze and tries to remind himself of what he has
been telling everyone else...this isn't the only thing in life.
Aladis grins, leaning back against the ledge, winking. "But not quite?
Still, he's a lovely fellow."
From the Hatching Sands, Staggering awkwardly, a blue nearly topples over
as he pushes his way out of the Sand Dreams Egg. Bewildered and uncertain,
he wanders up to a group of candidates near the entrance to the sands,
peering up at their faces almost as if he wishes one of /them/ were doing
the choosing. Finally, after hesitating some more, he twines his tail
around the legs of one stocky boy from Ista Hold, the boy falling to the
ground with a puff of obsidian grains. Delighted by this new perspective,
the blue trumpets stutteringly, his eyes swirling briefly violet--and the
boy calls out his lifemate's name, astonished, ecstatic.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry blows out again, gustily, squeezes
Ithlaer's hand, and uses her free hand to wipe her forehead. "Oy, it's
hot," she notes uselessly, not really yet aware that the green's this close
or this interested.
Aladis chuckles. She mutters to Kh'gar, "... take... she... green."
From the Hatching Sands, Tsunami-Blown Blue Hatchling comes out creeling.
CrrrrreeeeEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE - his voice rises up and down
as he spins around on his eggshards. Finally the shards slow down - but by
the time they do, they've already started a downward slide down the mound
of sand. The creeling gets louder as the shards carry the little blue down
the sand. EeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee! Until finally shards and dragonet
reach the bottom and the shards go skimming every which way across t"he
sand, leaving the little blue sprawled dizzily on the sand.
Silora turns her head with a shocked look at Gabrielle, her eyes widened
again. She gulps, nods, and then follows that train of thought unwillingly.
"And I the ones who impress females." She squirms.
Aphrael bounces and grins. "And another blue!"
R'val laughs, "What an interesting blue!"
Kh'gar mutters to Aladis.
J'bal nods, leaning forward to see the Sands better. "All blues are, by
definition, handsome." He chuckles and winks at Aladis.
P'tran raises an eyebrow. "Well, that was an interesting entrance ..."
From the Hatching Sands, Merien makes a sympathetic noise as she watches
the blue hatchling. Her forehead wrinkles with concern.
From the Hatching Sands, Dew-Damp Forest Green Hatchling waits as patiently
as she can, but her stomach is rumbling horribly, and she's so dreadfully
hungry. Gently, she pokes at thTishry with the tip of her muzzle, eyes
turned up pleading for attention. She'll learn to be patient, only... *rumble*
C'ron chuckles warmly at the blue.
Tamesis chuckles and nods to the werylings "I too should keep track of who
the females Impress"
M'rgan glances at Gabrielle out of the corner of his eye as he hears her
conversation with Silora. An uncontrollable goofy smirk comes across his
face, and he is forced to look in a different direction from his fellow
weyrlings.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol hops over an errant shard and giggles at the
blue.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan covers his mouth with his free hand, "Oh! I
hope he didn't hurt himself!" His eyes show only worry for the little blue.
Flannery rocks back and forth against the pillar she is propped against,
chuckling in J'bal's and Aladis's direction, "One reason I love Ista
hatchings is all that incredible black sand. It must be absolutely
unbearable down on the sands though, don't you think?"
D'va chuckles to himself, not commenting on the weyrling's new subject of
discussion.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya blinks and steps back as the blue creels
loudly. She looks concerned as she waits for the blue to pick himself up.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber laughs as the blue gets a ride down the
sandmound. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Tishry and the green and
cheers for them.
From the Hatching Sands, Andeebacks away instinctively from the tumbling
charging dragonet.
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry leans back as the green approaches her and
gives her the most intent regard imaginable. "What?" she giggles
helplessly, her voice cracking again. "Well, Espereth, if you're that
hungry, go find your lifemate and you'll get fed!"
From the Hatching Sands, Merien turns to cheer for Tishry and her lifemate!
From the Hatching Sands, Halden ohs as he sees Tishry being pushed by the
green, and smiles, "Congrates !"
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos blinks at the show put on by the blue,
chuckling a bit and puting on a compationate face.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer steps back from the pair with a smile. He
seems only now to realize how truly close he is to the dragonet and getting
nervous. He lets go of Tishry's hand and nods, "A good choice."
From the Hatching Sands, Padde is startled to a two-legged stance at the
sound from the blue, her gaze upon him alone.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol smiles widely, "Congrats Tish!!"
As if in sympathy with his little blue fellow-hatchling, Ryklin chooses
this moment to burst into a torrent of screeching wails.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan's eyes are focused on the blue but he does
manage to rumble out " Congrats Tishry!" But then he's silent looking
worridly at the blue dragonet.
Aladis chuckles softly, "Not biased, are you, J'bal?" Hearing Flannery, she
nods. "Aye, the sand is lovely." She turns back to see Tishry Impress the
little green and adds her cheers to the others.
From the Hatching Sands, Rolling down the mound that Neith had secured her
precious eggs in, the Shipfish Surprise Egg gathers pace, stopping only
when it knocks against the side of the hatching grounds. A leafy green
hatchling spills onto the sands. Disoriented, she spins around and stumbles
right into a tall, blond haired girl in a Candidate's robe, the material
knotted tightly in her fists. The green blinks twice, eye membranes closing
as she considers and makes her decision--Impression!
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan hears Tishry's happy voice and gives her a
thumbs up sign before dropping his gaze back to that fascinating plot of
sand just in front of his left foot.
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney clears her throat into a fist, hiding a
grin, as she, too, is spurred into movement, striding across the sand
toward Tishry. "Espereth, I think, has found her lass. Come, an' we'll see
her fed."
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos takes another second to congradulate
Tishry, "Good job, Tish!"
J'bal nods seriously at Flannery. "Aye, it must be hotter than an Igen
summer day down there." Grinning back at Aladis, he says, "Me? Never."
From the Hatching Sands, Padde says, "Shells! Poor little one! Ooops... "
and covers her mouth after that outburst.
J'lor heads off to somewhere unspecified.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya smiles over towards Tish before looking back
to the hatchlings and the eggs.
Flannery huzzahs distractedly for Tishry, patting Ryklin on the back in a
vain attempt at calming the child amid the raucous cheering that has
erupted at the impression.
From the Hatching Sands, Espereth gently nuzzles Tishry's arm, her eyes
still intensely red.
C'ron booms heartily, "TISH! Yeah, another riding herder!"
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer grins more than a little, watching the
girl next to him impress. He crosses his hands in front of himself and
makes sure he is well clear of Tish and her lifemate.
Alea claps with joy as another green meets her lifemate.
From the Hatching Sands, Sensual Allurement Egg resounds with a pecking
noise, the dragonet within workingon the hardened shell. The egg first
seems to dig into the sands, as the particles are pushed away by its
vibrations, then it rocks after one particularily strong blow.
R'val grins at C'ron, "More of you!"
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry puts a hand on the green snout so close to
her and giggles again, eyes as bright as the hatchling's. "Oh...oh, MY!"
she laughs, embracing Espereth. "Oh my oh my oh MY!" She nods at Tierney,
her grin enough to light the weyr.
Nya continues taking careful notes throughout the hatching, using up
several hides.
C'ron chuckles and grins broadly to R'val, "Well, she was a resident there,
but still close enough!"
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana looks over as Tishry calls out and grins
as she notices the girl had Impressed.
From the Hatching Sands, Tsunami-Blown Blue Hatchling stares at the black
sand for a few moments. What is /that/? He lifts his head, weaving it
slightly, still wobbly. Wowwwwwwww. It's all over the place. He shuffles to
his feet, almost falling again, and proceeds to inspect the sand, awkwardly
crossing towards the Candidates with an uneven gait. Thumpathumpathumpa.
Wow. His eyes are glued to the sand.
From the Hatching Sands, Sending shards flying in all directions as he
shakes himself free of the remains of the Solitary Dove Egg, a spindly,
scrawny--almost ugly--bronze plows his way past the rocking eggs and shell
remains of his clutchmates, bumping into a brown on the way who shrills
indignantly. The bronze's beauty is his large, jewellike eyes, and these
suffuse with an amethystine violet as he focuses his gaze on a slender boy
from Rocky Hold. Behind, the brown peers after his sibling before, with
another snort, he lifts his voice in an hungry creel. He pauses by one
candidate, stares at the boy, sniffs, and moves on to trip and fall just
before the feet of a long-haired girl from Keroon. They being so
delightfully close, he licks her bare toes and turns his head with a joyous
croon as the trembling girl helps him to his feet, her face broadening with
an unbelievably wide smile.
Gabrielle looks waaay up at C'ron, murmurning softly, "There could be more
of him?"
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry follows Tierney obediently.
Kh'gar cheers to Tishry. "I knew she could it. And such a pretty green as
well!"
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Tyrrath bugles as the newborn bronze emerges!
Aladis rolls her eyes goodnaturedly at J'bal and chuckles, "Of course not."
She grins at C'ron, "Looks like the one of you is quite enough."
Alea nods in agreement with Kh'gar. "Almost as pretty as Gwirith."
Kh'gar says "Almost as pretty as Sinteth."
From the Hatching Sands, Tishry walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From between Vyaneth's sunlit green neckridges, Liselle has disconnected.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya watches the blue,still shifting her feet
alittle. She looks ready to dodge out of the way should the blue head this
way,not looking up.
C'ron looks down upon Gabrielle with a warm smile, "If there is, I reckon
Pern ain't big enough for the both of us. I don't mean that like I'm mean,
it's just we'd put too much wieght on it." He pats his tummy with a huge grin.
Alea grins at Kh'gar. "I knew you'd say that."
Kh'gar says "You had any doubt, Alea?"
From the Hatching Sands, Espereth walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien giggles a little nervously as she watches
the blue hatchling explore the world. She smiles down at Phlan.
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan rolls his eyes at the little blue, "Oh, no.
Not another blood-hound." He smiles at the blue, "Watcha find there?"
From the Hatching Sands, Halden somehow manages to stand on the very bottom
of his candidate's robe, stretching it, but at least his feet aren't
bruning so badly. He watches the blue inspect the sand and chuckles softly.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber keeps a close eye on the blue, making sure
he doesn't come over and run her over.
Aphrael glances up at C'ron and giggles amusedly, rolling her eyes.
Gabrielle giggles at C'ron's comment, though a slight blush colors her
cheeks at being overheard.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol shifts his feet restlessly, his lips now the
victim of his nervousness. He wipes his brow as the sweet starts to trickle
down his face.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos giggles, starting to feel slightly
frustrated with hatchlings who find things more interesting than
candidates. "Silly creature..." He smiles to show his respect.
From the Hatching Sands, With the sounds of a miner's pick splitting a
rock, this blue--the shade of a secluded tropical waterfall--breaks free of
his confinement. Flinging the shards away with a casual shake of his body,
he gazes at the candidates before him. He warbles to a small boy from Brum
Hold, moving towards the boy on still-clumsy feet. And as the water falls
down the side of the cliff, so do the tears of joy down the young lad's
face as he calls out a name, clutching the young blue to him.
Silora still has a red face, mirroring Gabrielle's, and stares downwards to
distract herself. Which isn't hard, with the eggs hatching so quickly now.
C'ron chuckles a bitmore deeply, "'Sides, I reckon J'rus is half-tempted to
send me ta another Weyr, jsut so I stop eaten so much." He winks to Aphrael.
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney walks over from the far end of the
Hatching Cavern.
D'va shakes his head, chuckling.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer shakes his head to get the sweat from his
brow, and the hair back into place. His arms remain crossed in front of his
chest like a shield.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana chuckles as she focuses back on the blue,
smiling as he is amused by omething.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan mutters in a completely audible voice in
the direction of Halden while switching from foot to foot, "This is
sharding silly. Could be back at the stable mucking out instead of waiting
here, getting my feet burned. Get more out of mucking too."
Aphrael cheers at the impression of a blue, then giggles at C'ron,
"Hopefully not Benden!" She says teasingly. "Between all the firelizards
Kassi and I have, they eat through half the weyr."
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya watches the Impression. She wipes some more
sweat from her forehead and stares intently at the eggs and hatchlings.
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney dusts her sleeves, schooling her
expression back to something suiting a Weyrsecond. A weyrsecond fighting a
grin, but a Weyrsecond.
P'tran smirks at Aphrael's comment and chuckles
Kethran chuckles at Aphrael. "Don't forget me," he grins.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien shoots a glance to Lortan, but it's a
gentle, almost smiling one.
From the Hatching Sands, Tsunami-Blown Blue Hatchling thumpathumpas along
the sand, sticking his nose in it, then hurriedly jerking it back up. Yow,
that is /hot/! He comes to a stop in front of a pair of Candidates, a short
boy and a taller girl, both in white robes traditional of Candidates. He
pauses for several moments, apprently reeling at the suddent change in
color, then comes closer to inspect.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde sneaks a sombre, respectful glance and the
queen.
Aphrael laughs and nods at Keth. "Yeah, and that trader over there too!"
From the Hatching Sands, Phlan holds his breath as the blue stops in front
of him and Merien. He tries to say something but all that comes out is,
"Byup. Ghksd. Ggfaww."
Alea smiles at Kh'gar. "I'm hopeing Hensana impresses. She seemed really
nice."
From the Hatching Sands, Sensual Allurement Egg almost rolls on its side,
swaying with the cracking. Then it pauses, just a moment of rest, only to
assume with doubled intensity. First, tiny shardlets detach, and the first,
tiny cracks apear in what once was smooth, pastel shell.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn looks over at Tierney sideways. He gives her
a meaningfull look, then his lips part in a silent chuckle. His eyes rove
back out, finding the blue and watching its movements.
Kh'gar says "Hopefully, she will."
C'ron booms a mirth-filled laugh and claps Aphrael (thankfully lightly) on
the back, "Ayup! I think J'rus likes Benden a wee bit too much ta fly me
there."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer sings softly, trying to remember the words
to any song he has heard that might keep his mind off this event.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana grins as the blue peers closer at some of
the candidates, eager for him to make his choice.
From the Hatching Sands, Neith watches the hatchings and Impressions with
something almost approaching contentment, the croon thrumming through her
chest as sparkling eyes observe her clutch.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien follows the blue hatchling with wide eyes.
Kethran grins at Aphrael, mock-bowing by inclining his head as he accepts
the 'praise'.
From the Hatching Sands, Tsunami-Blown Blue Hatchling nudges Phlan's legs
experimentally, almost bowling the boy over.
Aphrael cringes slightly at the slap, but is laughing nonetheless. "Lucky
for us then, eh?"
Silora sighs and settles back again, her eyes never moving from the
spectacle below. "They look so small."
From the Hatching Sands, Merien releases Phlan's hand, then gives him a
push. "He's looking for you!"
Kethran glances at Alyssa. "And you Stood once?" he asks her softly. "On
the Sands?"
From the Hatching Sands, A patient tap-tap-tapping sounds from within the
Sensual Allurement Egg, much like the inexorable drip-drip-drip of a leaky
faucet. In response, a filigree of fine cracks appears on its shell, until,
with no ceremony at all, a small muzzle pokes unhurriedly through the
casing, then a talon, two, a lithe and sinuous neck. With a quiet *whoosh*,
the bottom of the shell gives way, and a bronze hatchling spills languidly
to the Istan Sands.
Volcanic-Springs Bronze Hatchling
Even as he dries from hatching-dampness, the bronze hide of this dragonet
seems to remain liquid, reminiscent of a sun-dappled volcanic hot-spring
laden with iron and minerals. The burnished red color runs along his slim
body in subtle rivers, while watery greens delineate his neckridges and
flow to his tail. Blue-green gives way to rust along his belly and the
trailing edges of his wingsails are tinged with gold-dashed glimmer of
sunlight on water. Brighter aquas mingle with weedy browns, greens, and
ferric-red to color the dragonet's hide a glowing, fluid bronze, while a
delicate cobweb of black lines overlays all, darkening at the tips of
wings, talons, muzzle and tail. His eyes whirl an iron red, his very stance
hints at an intransigence and willfulness despite the confusion and hunger
that surely accompanies any hatching. Self-assured, however, even in the
face of his hatching-hunger, the swivel of his head gauged and measured, he
takes a moment to splay his damp wings and to regard the Candidates calmly.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol cheers for Phlan, "I knew you'd impress!"
C'ron smiles sidelong to Aphrael, "I reckon I'll just have ta visit Caitria
more'n help your fire lizards out, Aphrael."
Jeth bugles!
Tyrrath warbles to the newest bronzeling!
Alyssa nods to Kethran and replies softly, "I did...and failed. It's...hard."
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber steps back a little as she sees the bronze
hatch.
Shandra grins, "Ah, a bronze."
Asabeth bugles as the bronze hatches!
From the Hatching Sands, Ph'lan blinks at Respath, "I'm sorry Respath. I
don't have any food for you...." He stops thinking, "Oh, my. Oh, my, my."
He stops to give the blue a huge embrace, "Oh, Respath! Let's go get you
some food."
Jerissa rolls her eyes, "Oh Shards! Bronzes only make one thing!"
Aphrael cheers again as the blue impression, then a bronze hatches. She
laughs at C'ron as she nods. "Oh definitely. A visit is good."
Mammeth trumpets very loudly to the newly hatched bronze. He spreads his
wings joyfully.
J'rell chuckles, "As if we needed more of them :)
From the Hatching Sands, Kailyth re-intertwines his tail with Neith's as he
turns left, then right to witness the myriad of pairings. The two brightly
sparkling aquamarine jewels inset in his jet-strewn head proudly witness
the Impressions of his children. At his side, Svessa shares in her
lifemate's happy sigh.
J'bal scrambles up on Emmith for a moment, retrieving a wineskin. Dropping
back down, his 250+ pounds thumping on the hard rock, he offers the skin to
Aladis first.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde cheers and bounces, "Oh look!" she points at
Phlan.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana smiles as the blue makes his choice
looking to the newest hatchling, another bronze.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos jumps at the sound of another egg bursting,
having been so obsorbed in following the blue with his eyes. He turns to
watch this new bronze just as intently.
P'tran smiles at the bronze hatchling, his Laerth giving a loud *bugle* of
his own.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn starts to cross the sands toward Ph'lan and
his new mate. A wide grin splits his face, the scar on his left cheek
crinkling. He claps a gentle hand on Ph'lan's shoulder and says "Well,
rider, lets see to getting you and Respath over with the other new riders.
If you'll follow me?"
From the Hatching Sands, Halden looks over and grins, "Congrates Ph'lan and
Respath !"
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol motions for Merien to come take his free
hand, his eyes widen and I do mean widen at the bronze!
From the Hatching Sands, Merien watches Ph'lan with tears in her eyes and a
broad smile on her face.
Aladis cheers for the blue's mpression, then ooks up and takes the skin
from J'bal. "My thanks, Bluerider."
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya's breath catches in her throat as she
watches the bronze hatch. She see's Phlan's Impression out of the corner of
her eye and turns to cheer for him.
From the Hatching Sands, Ph'lan smiles at the blue Respath, "I'm Ph'lan,
silly."
From the Hatching Sands, Jigging from side to side in furious rocking, it's
long moments before the Indigo Rain Egg finally shatters under the battery
of the hatching within, spilling a small, pale green unceremoniously onto
the sands. With a bewildered creel, she adds yet more noise to the frenzy
of Impressions and Hatchings around her before her eyes are caught by one
hulking boy from Rocky Hold--probably the tallest of all the
Candidates--his face saddened with disappointment as a blue passes him by.
Her bewilderment lost as she gains certainty, she dashes pell-mell towards
him, barely coming to a halt before knocking the boy over, his surprised
look changing to immeasurable rapture as he calls out the green's name,
gazing into her eyes.
Kethran blinks. "Failed?" he asks. "How can one /fail/? I think everyone
who Stands succeeds brilliantly, at everything that counts. And I'm proud
of you, sister mine," he adds.
From the Hatching Sands, Andee nods to Ph'lan as well as to some other
recent impressees, then turns again to regard the more immediate dangers.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn starts to lead Ph'lan over to the corner of
the hatching grounds.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer nods to Phlan, sparing a small smile, but
keeping wary eyes on Sonya. He doesn't even seem to notice the bronze but
for a moment, his attention stuck on the queen...she's never far from his
mind, but very much in the forfront when he gets destracted. He steps away
from the eggs unconciously..but then remembers himself and steps back into
place.
From the Hatching Sands, Ph'lan nods to Respath as he walks him out of the
cavern, "Yes, Respath. It's /very/ good."
From the Hatching Sands, Ph'lan walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Respath walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan hears Halden cheer for Ph'lan and turns his
head to watch the boy head off with his blue. He gives Ph'lan a smile and a
wave. He forgets about keeping his attention on the sands and looks up into
the galleries. He sees a certain person sitting near the edge clothed in
yellow and white and quickly breaths in and makes a quarter turn so that he
can't see her again.
Alyssa smiles at Kethran and lays her head on his shoulder. "It is
wonderful to stand..." she agrees. "But it's so hard to leave without a
lifemate. I feel for those who will, I truly do."
Kethran nods. "I heard a song by the Harper there about just that," he says
quietly. "He told me it was dedicated to you."
From the Hatching Sands, Merien looks around her and realizes she's
standing in a section by herself, no hands left to hold. She clutches her
hands together in front of her nervously, and watches Ph'lan leave the main
hatching grounds. She looks up into the stands for a moment, then returns
her attention to the eggs and hatchlings.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde edges over toward Lortan and elbows him to
get his attention before whispering someting.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan keeps his head down but listens intently to
the girl.
Alyssa glances in the direction of Jerethan and her expression becomes
wistful. "I remember it very well," she murmurs. "It's lovely...but at the
time, it broke my heart."
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn walks over from the far end of the Hatching
Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Volcanic-Springs Bronze Hatchling gathers himself
upright with the typical clumsiness, then extra shakes his wings, trying to
remove sticking sand, with only modest success. He gives one last look to
the shattered egg that he just left, then turns to the half-circle, making
his first uncertain steps toward the Candidates. He watches the faces from
afar, quickly deciding about the direction.
Jerethan sighs. "And I'm still sorry, Alyssa. I didn't understand at the
time... but I still believe every word in that song."
From the Hatching Sands, Feisty Exhibitionist Egg shudders subtley under
the glowlight of the Hatching Cavern, displacing itself in the sand and
rolling slightly to one side; another shiver, and stillness revisits this
glaringly-decorated egg.
From the Hatching Sands, Merellia strokes one hand along Neith's hide, her
expression bright with pleasure as she follows the various hatchings and
Impressions with her eyes, Neith curving her neck around to touch Merellia
gently on one shoulder before she turns back to the clutch, bugling once,
exuberantly.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden glances at E'ryn as he returns, then smiles
as the bronze starts to move.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien looks up in the stands briefly again, then
turns when she catches an egg's movement out of the corner of her eye.
From the Hatching Sands, Kailyth rumbles soft encouragement to his most
recently born bronze son.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan shrugs and mutters to Padde, "I'm like this
all the time. I like being like this. Just ask around." His tone is sullen
and barely civil.
Alea watches the Bronze hatchling move about the sand, waiting for him to
choose.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos starts to look a little desperate, seeing
so many hatchlings go by without so much as looking at him. "They could
a'least gimme a glance..." He mutters. He smiles a little at encouragement
from his neighbor.
Alyssa is watching the bronze hatchling but speaks gently to Jerethan.
"Don't be sorry, Jerethan...it was and is a poignant and beautiful tribute,
and I am honored beyond words by it."
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya watches Ph'lan leave for a moment before
looking up to the stands for the first time. She waves to a group of
Herders she sees. Returning her attention back to the sands she stares at
the bronze hatchling in awe.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber looks at the egg that's about to Hatch, not
really paying much attention to the bronze.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer almost jumps out of his sandals as the
gold bugles, falling to the ground. He stands, his face red from more than
just the heat of the sands, his hands quickly straighjtening out his hair
and robe again.
Kethran smiles. "And dragon or no, you're my sister, and I'm proud of
everything you do. My sister, the dragonhealer," he murmurs.
Aladis takes a sip from the skin, watching the bronze hatchling with interest.
From the Hatching Sands, In a flurry of shards, a green and a blue stagger
away from their shells, each trying to stay upright on unsteady limbs long
enough to make it to the candidates. The green, creeling, prowls restlessly
along the circle of candidates before, her creel turning to a warble of
excitement, she singles out a large-handed, big-footed boy, Istan Weyrbred,
pushing her damp head against him demandingly, his brown eyes widening in
exultation as he unwraps his hands from their clutching of his robe. Moving
unsteadily across the Sands, the blue raises his voice in a treble bugle.
Pleased with the sound, even if it /is/ squeaky and wavering, he bugles
again and again, and doesn't stop until he's silenced by the touch of a
young Weaver lad, his wings spreading wide as if to embrace his new lifemate.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol's eyes are fixed on the Bronze watching it's
every graceful movement.
Hanneth backwings and lands nearby.
Miran gives her lifemate a loving pat before swinging a leg easily over
Hanneth's slender dark neck and jumping lightly to the ground.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde mutters to Lortan, "... but, /now/?"
D'va waves to Miran and Hanneth! "Fashionably late?"
Alyssa blushes and smiles gratefully at Kethran. "That is all I could ever
ask for, you know," she tells him, kissing his cheek. "To be appreciated by
those you love."
Ariandra smiles, turning her head to greet Miran.
J'bal nudges Aladis and holds out a hand for the wineskin. "Gonna hog
that?", he grins at her.
Miran squeezes her way through to the High Reaches contingent. "I was south
with my family. Did I miss much?"
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana shuffles, digging her toes into the sand,
looking aroundat the depleted lines of candidates.
C'ron's attention is focused on the bronze hatchling. He seems to be almost
entranced.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan shrugs, shoulders barely lifting under the
white of his robe. He shuffles his feet again and glares down at the sand,
trying to bore holes though it with his eyes.
Kethran's face dissolves into a puddle as Alyssa kisses his cheek, and he
returns the gentle kiss. "I love you, sister mine," he says simply, his
gaze returning to the eggs to hide the happy tears in his eyes.
D'va grins. "Just a couple dozen impressions, that's all."
From the Hatching Sands, Feisty Exhibitionist Egg stirs faintly in its sand
bed, then seems to throb, its outer casing shimmering and rippling until
the rhythm builds and causes the egg to roll back behind a cluster of
yet-to-be-hatched eggs.
Flannery waves ot Miran.
Aladis moves the skin distractedly from her lips, holding it out to J'bal,
"'Course not, silly. Just watching the bronze down there."
Miran pouts at D'va and sighs.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya catches the movement of an egg out of the
corner of her eye and turns to watch the Feisty Exhibitionist Egg.
Silora grins and waves Miran over.
D'va grins. "There's still plenty more eggs down there, though."
From the Hatching Sands, Merien keeps an eye on the bronze, making sure she
can step aside if she needs to, but sees the egg move again, and half-turns
toward it.
From the Hatching Sands, Sweat all but pouring from his brow, Ithlaer tries
to regain his composure. He doesn't bother to look to the galleries,
knowing there is noone there for him. He lets his curious, and nervous eyes
stay upon the ever moving eggs.
D'va says "Including a picky bronze hatchling. :)"
Miran squints and peers down at the sands. "Fardles, I think I need
spectacles."
J'bal hehs and retrieves the skin, taking a healthy swig from it. He offers
it to another minecrafter behind him, not expecting to get it back.
V'tor snorts, and grins, "Bronze's gotta special standard to look for, no?"
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos scans the clutch, doing a count of the
unhatched, largely just to give his mind something to do.
From the Hatching Sands, Moving with a light, dancing step, a spry green
hatching the same shade as a new blade of grass moves away from the Sere
Torrents Egg, still shedding bits of her shell from hatching-slick hide as
she moves. Her gaze canvasses each of the Candidates in a nearby group, and
she deigns to give one girl--from Sea Cliff Hold, her heavy plait of black
hair nearly sweeping the sands--a second glance. And a third. And, with a
smugly joyous warble, she stretches her neck towards the girl and hastens
closer, the Candidate reaching out to meet her partway. They touch, and the
new weyrling calls out her lifemate's name, not looking away from the
glimmering swirl of the green's eyes, enraptured.
D'va shrugs at V'tor. "Maybe not, after all, I'm here, right?" He grins.
From the Hatching Sands, Volcanic-Springs Bronze Hatchling moves toward the
cluster of Candidates, perhaps attracted by their soft chatter. He walks
straight, in an almost disciplined, economic manner, but is still searching
the faces in the circle for the one he wants, his gaze careful, examining.
From the Hatching Sands, A tremble. A shudder. A pause. Then, with scarcely
a sound, hairline cracks race from a point low on the Feisty Exhibitionist
Egg's rounded bottom, and a talon and hindleg thrust from the shell to the
Sands. A pause, as if to listen. Another hindleg stabs through the
outermost layer of the shell to the Sands. The egg itself rises and
staggers a bit, balanced on those two hatched legs. The hatchling inside
then almost casually pushes forth a glistening muzzle, a arching, muscular
neck. As if reassured that the Sands' clamor will distract anyone's eye
from him, the dragonet seemingly decides to complete his hatching, and with
a quivering shake of his tail and forelimbs, the shell breaks away and
Hidden-Grotto Blue Hatchling steps unobtrusively from his shards.
Hidden-Grotto Blue Hatchling
The deep waters of a secret place reflect a shimmering blue similar to the
hide of this hatchling. The darkest, most vibrant cerulean stains his body,
filtering into paler hues along his long limbs and short tail. Midnight
stretches over strong pinions and wingbones, cobalt membranes traced with a
spinner's web of veins, the shadowed recesses of the grotto waiting for a
shaft of sunlight. Overall, the deep glow of mysterious places surrounds
him, his air of inquisitive reflection hinting at depths to be explored.
Hide glowing in the Istan sun, it challenges the brilliance of a tropical
sky with its luster. He trembles, like the gentle rippling of the wind over
water; he moves in silence, looking for the source of his disturbance,
waiting for calm to return to his fathomless depths.
Aladis chuckles at J'bal, winking. "Miss seeing you y'know."
From the Hatching Sands, Andee watches the bronze, the eggs, and other
unimpressed hatchlings carefully; unmoving for now but taut and ready to
move quickly.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden's attention is drawn as the blue hatches,
he smiles, mostly to himself, and turns back to watch the bronze.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde lifts her chin to gaze toward the stands,
finally, also, squinting her eyes to pick out any familiar faces up
there... until the sands' heat reminds her to shift feet and return her
attention to the hatching.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber ooohs as the blue finally hatches. She
watches him also keeping an eye out for the bronze.
V'tor laughs, and nods, "Well, there's exceptions to every rule, I guess.
Though, I really don't know you well enough to say."
Alea nudges R'val. "Another blue."
From the Hatching Sands, Merien looks from the bronze to the blue, then
lingers on the blue. She clenches her hands a bit more tightly.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana letas out an involuntary ohhh as another
blue hatches, eyes captured by the colour of his hide
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol squeezly Sonya's hand a bit more than he
actually wants. He nervously moves from foot to foot a lump stuck in his
throat. Brown eyes stay wide as he takes in all the hatchlings and a wet
tongue runs over dry lips.
J'bal smiles back at Aladis. "Me too. Emmith keeps wondering why Asabeth
isn't flying on his left."
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya lets out a sigh as a new blue is hatched.
She glances once at the bronze hatchling as he trys to decide and then
watches the blue step from his shell shards. She gasps as Byrol tightly
squeezes her hand.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos holds his breath as another hatchling
emerges, and appears to be taking it's time selecting a lifemate. His
concentration is now focussed on the blue.
Aladis smiles, She mutters to J'bal, "... again,..."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer spares a glance to the hatchlings, and the
eggs. His feet move much more frequently now as the heat of the sands
become more than he can bare. He rips off the arms of his robe and stuffs
them under his feet, in the sandals. They offer some comfort, as he noticed
by the way he relaxes again.
From the Hatching Sands, With an ear rendering snap the Craggy Peaked Egg
breaks, spilling fragments in a wide circle as a brown hatchling with
web-like traceries across his hide spills onto the sands. He shakes off egg
shards and then snorts at a piece on his nose, blowing it into a Candidate
who immediately catches his attention. He croons at the gangly boy, a
blonde-haired lad from Crom, to ensure he's not hurt--another Impression
made. A rider assisting them, they move towards the far end of the Hatching
Cavern.
Alyssa sighs happily, infant in her lap, head on her brother's shoulder, as
more Impressions occur.
D'va chuckles. "True. That's okay, I blame my wingleader anyhow. Had he not
tripped up Jeth, he would have probably not even seen me."
Alea nudges M'kel. "That brown with the hat was the cutest one though."
M'kel pulls his gaze from the sands, "Sure was...although Imrath would have
had him beat."
Jaconda chuckles at hearing the chance statement about the joyeous brown,
"Yes... and he was... the exact one for my friend Margret."
Alea grins and nods, remembering their won impression.
From the Hatching Sands, Lortan kicks the sand at his feet. First with the
left and then the right. He gives the ground a bit of a almost vicious
little smile, liking the way the sand moves when he commands.
Maireth backwings and lands nearby.
Alea chuckles. "I agree. I've met Margret."
From the Hatching Sands, Halden turns to look at Lortan as he feels sand
kicked aainst hte back of his legs, he shakes his head, and returns to
watching the bronze.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde slowly follows the blonde lad and the brown
hatchling with her eyes as they leave, something wistful in her expression.
M'kel shrugs, "The dragons always know..."
From the Hatching Sands, Hidden-Grotto Blue Hatchling moves with a gliding
grace, uncanny to one newly-hatched. Instead of charging straight for the
Candidates like so many of his clutchmates (especially that bronze one,
over there, he notes to himself with a little sniff. Bronzes), this one
skirts the shards of those Hatched before him, his neck curving sinuously
as he regards the remaining Candidates closely. He seems almost to fade
into the black Sands, so blue is he, so dark and silent but for the
hunger-red eyes and the softer creel that escapes him.
Maireth warbles to Esyth, settling down beside her.
Tyrrath warbles to Maireth.
Hanneth churrs coquettishly at Maireth.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber watches the newly-hatched blue as he looks
over them, trying to find just the right one.
Miriath backwings and lands nearby.
From dragonback, L'han blinks, looking around for Flannery.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien glances at Lortan, and gives him an
encouraging tilt of her head and small smile, then shifts her feet in the
hot sands. Her attention returns to the blue hatchling when he moves.
Esyth turns to rub her nose against Maireth's, warbling to catch him up on
things.
From the Hatching Sands, Painted Sky Egg wobbles -- a small, tentative
shudder -- though whether the inhabitant is struggling for emergence or
whether a distant breeze caresses its surface is uncertain. It twists a
little more, snuggling itself into the charcoal black of the hatching
sands, stopping still -- paused in motion -- secure in its protective
confines and oblivious to the bustling activity surrounding it.
Flannery rises to her knees, her finally-quiet Ryklin asleep on her
shoulder. "L'han! Over here!" she calls as she waves the brownrider over.
From between Vyaneth's sunlit green neckridges, Liselle has connected.
From between Vyaneth's sunlit green neckridges, Liselle has disconnected.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya watches the blue hatchling,smileing softly
as she hears the creels of hungar that is being emmited from him.She gasps
again as Byrol again squeezes her hand,the sound echoing a bit,barely heard
over the hungry creels of the hatchlings.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol looks down at Sonya with an apologetic
smile, then turning his gaze back upon the bronze with a grin.
From atop Maireth, L'han grins broadly
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos bites his lip, that's onat least he can
keep /that/ from trembling like the rest of him is. He swallows as it has
come down to a fairly small group of candidates left trying for a small
number of eggs.
Alyssa nods softly to her brother, "That bronze is a careful fellow...."
D'va busies himself with recounting as much of the hatching as he can
remember with Miran.
From the Hatching Sands, Neith surveys the hatchlings with a proud gaze,
wings furled along her back as she eases to a more comfortable crouch upon
the sands, rumbling to her lifemate, who calls back a few quiet words.
Tilting her head to better follow the hatchlings with turquoise-swirling
eyes, her hide gleams with a supple sheen in the immense, glow-lit cavern.
[Editor's Note: This is the point where the famous Istan
Hatching Mav occured. Because its contents weren't exactly
PG--and to avoid being *completely* cruel ;)--I've taken
the liberty of removing it, and the poses responding to it,
from this version of the log.]
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana digs her toes into the sands, again, and
looks up to Neith, and back to her eggs., swallowing.
From the Hatching Sands, Volcanic-Springs Bronze Hatchling approaches the
group, speeding up as he moves with more and more conviction. Suddenly, he
pulls back his head, dodging the sand kicked toward him, despite the fact
that it fell still rather a long way off. He takes a cautious step forward,
looking up...
From the Hatching Sands, Padde grabs up a clean spot of her robe to wipe
away perspiration from her sweat-stinging eyes. She plucks and tugs the
damp garment away from clinging to her skin and bettr cool herself.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer bends down again to tuck the fabric he
dumped under his feet farther into his sandals. He turns his attentions
back to the eggs, but stays on his haunches for a while, letting his tired
legs rest.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien breaks into a grin as she sees the bronze
approach Lortan. She hisses his name to get his attention, then points at
the hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Hidden-Grotto Blue Hatchling pauses in his glide,
then peers more closely to a few of the female Candidates at one end of the
now-uneven arc. Glancing around as if to take his bearings, with caution he
moves slowly toward the women. Talons rake sand, and he chooses a
roundabout route to the object of his fascination. He knows it is she, but
careful, careful; he slips silently around the ragged end of those who
Stand, to approach her from behind.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensanalooks to the bronze, her attention
diverting from the dark blue.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde stands transfixed at the little blue's
approach.
From the Hatching Sands, Painted Sky Egg ripples, gentle waves of sand lap
at its surface, mixing with the jasmine yellows and cornflower blues of the
remembered beach. Without notice a breeze seems to whip up -- capturing the
egg in its embrace -- spinning it around and around. Faster and faster, the
gyrations gather pace as the storm inside the protective shell increases, a
faint drumming rhythm harmonizing in a gathering crescendo of sound with
the vibrating cadence.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya is busy watching the bronze and Lortan and
she is distracted from the blue. She has a look of shock on her face and
disbelieve.
L'han stops poking at Flannery
From the Hatching Sands, L'tan looks at the bronze, not having to look down
due to his his short stature. He says in an even tone, "Habrith, why you
talking to me?"
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer looks over the few remaining eggs from his
crouch, a bit of a sad smile on his face as something that didn't mean
anything to him for a moment in his life suddenly means everything.
Flannery smiles at L'han, slinging a free arm about his shoulders. "How are
you, rider?"
Jeth bugles for Habrith and L'tan!
Benden Weyr> Kethran looks around for R'valts, wondering which one was
/supposed/ to do that ;)
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol blinks at Lortan absolutely shocked!
From the Hatching Sands, Halden grins over at Lortan, now L'tan, behind him.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos gives a deep sigh as the blue moves away
from him, taking the opportunity to scan the crowd for faces he might
recognise. Disheartened at not being able to make any out, he returns again
to watching the eggs.
Flannery huzzahs for the newly impressed pair!
Miran cheers!
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana ohhhs and grins as Lortan Impresses the
bronze.
Ciruth bugles loudly, his tone laced with surprise yet happiness.
From the Hatching Sands, Andee glances over at L'tan, then at the blue
going safely away from him. He looks at each remaining egg as if couting.
Jerethan cheers for the new bronzerider.
Aladis applauds loudly for L'tan and his new lifemate.
Alyssa grins and calls out a cheer for the new pair. "Well done, well done
indeed...!"
From the Hatching Sands, Painted Sky Egg eventually releases itself with a
whispered voice from its sheltered depression in the sands -- a sea of
movement, shifting with the ebb and flow of its revolutions. As if
spreading wings it takes flight, the colours over its surface buzzing like
some exotic insect as it rolls down the mound. Trembling furiously, it
stops close to a set of another egg -- wide traceries of cracks rapidly
appearing over its surface to the counterpoint of discordant tones.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn gives a wry grin, hardly at all surprised by
the bronze Impressing to L'tan. He just shakes his head and taps his thigh
with his fingers, stiffling a laugh.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer looks up and grins as Lortan impresses the
bronze. His eyes look over to the blue as well, but seems resigned to an
eventuality.
D'va says "Well as long as the little one took with the decision, I'm
certain he'll make a good rider. :)"
From the Hatching Sands, L'tan puts a hand on the bronze's head, "Uh, I
think they've got food over there but you really should have picked someone
else, you know."
Kh'gar cheers, tears running down his face. "Oh, L'tan! Sweet boy, I knew
you could."
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney steals another of those sidelong glances
at E'ryn, fights down another grin, and steps forward, scratching the
bridge of her nose. "Ehm. L'tan? If you'll follow me..?"
Ariandra pushes the wineskin at L'ran, fixing her attention on the sands.
L'han grins, "I'm quite well, greenrider. Yourself?"
From the Hatching Sands, Merien covers her mouth with one hand, then
laughs. "L'tan, I'm so happy for you!" She wipes the tears from her eyes
impatiently.
C'ron looks a bit confused and then laughs brightly. He pounds Mammeth's
side, "Ya was right, ya lug! He did Impress. An' Bronze! Farnath, protect
us!" He seems very happy.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden grins over at L'tan, "Congrates, that will
show your mother that youaren't worthless."
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber breaks into a wide grin. "Way to go, L'tan."
L'ran takes a pull at the wine...clearly his second choice.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya watches the Impression in disbelieve but she
still cheers out for him,a fellow candidate.
From the Hatching Sands, L'tan nods and follows Tierney. Before leaving the
main part of the sands he looks up to the galleries and waves.
Flannery motions toward the babe asleep in Alyssa's arms, then nods toward
the child in her own. "i'm relieved, L'han....you heard by now I had /two/..."
From the Hatching Sands, L'tan walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Kh'gar waves vigorously to L'tan.
From the Hatching Sands, Volcanic-Springs Bronze Hatchling walks down to
the far end of the Cavern.
L'han chuckles, "Better you than me."
From the Hatching Sands, Hidden-Grotto Blue Hatchling pauses just behind
one red-haired girl, his silence apparently so successful that she has
failed to notice him. With a creel that sounds more like a carol, he gently
butts Hensana's hip in an effort to turn her around and gaze into her eyes.
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden watches L'rat and the bronze, then turns to
look over at the blue butting Hensana.
Flannery chuckles and leans against l'han for a moment, then presses her
head back against the pillar.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber turns to see the blue and Hensana.
Alea squeals, "Hensana, the blue is picking Sana!"
From the Hatching Sands, Padde stares openmouthed as L'tan leaves the
group... with his Lifemate.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien smiles happily to Hensana. "I didn't even
see him there behind you!"
Alyssa uses her free arm to encircle Flannery, hugging her gently. "Are you
all right?"
Flannery cheers for Hensana!
Gwirith BUGLES with her riders excitement.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer smiles sadly as another impression is
made. "At least I can stay." he mutters only loud enough for the people
around him to hear, his greatest fear put to rest by words form the
weyrwoman earlier.
Alea thumps M'kel and Kh'gar on the back, jumping up and down.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya smiles as she turns to see the blue choose
Hensana. She crys out another cheer for her before turning to look at the
eggs. She shifts her feet as they seem to be burning off. A trickle of
sweat runs down her face,leaving a wet trail that she wipes off. She holds
on to Byrols hand tightly and fidgets with her robe with her other hand.
Flannery smiles softly at Alyssa, her own hand touching the center of the
other woman's back. "Oh, I'm doing very well thanks, dear - better than I
would have expected. I'm not trying to move around too much is all...."
Kh'gar smiles and hugs Alea. "I knew she could do it."
P'tran smiles at the impressions, obviously approving.
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney walks over from the far end of the
Hatching Cavern.
That's From the Hatching Sands, The Painted Sky Egg seems almost to throb
as the heat of the Sands and time itself converge and exert themselves to a
perfect pitch. With a startlingly explosive *pop*, shards go careening high
into the air, some arcing distractingly into the Stands. A small blue
hatchling rests almost unobtrusively amidst the chaos of his shards,
looking at first a little overwhelmed by the force of his own emergence.
Then, a warble of pleased surprise, perhaps even pride at creating such a
stir, hwe sets off toward the Candidates with a quick little shiver of
anticipation.
Mist-Shrouded Lagoon Blue Hatchling
This little fellow glistens not merely with the moist just-hatched gleam of
all hatchlings, but also with an eerie white sheen that seems to swirl and
eddy across his hide. The basic hue of his well-formed body is a subaqueous
color that mingles aqua, alabaster, and emerald in subtle shadings, much as
a misty haze lingers above a tide pool before Rukbhat at's brightness burns
away the dawn's fog. An unassuming flap of his damp wings reveals sapphire
marbling and even a streak of gold, like daylight reflecting off water's
shimmering surface on a cloudless day. Otherwise beautifully proportioned,
this hatchling's form edges toward thickness around the belly, creating the
illusion of a winged waterdrop perched precariously atop the arid Sands of
the Hatching Grounds.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana stumbles forward, but quickly recovers,
turning, voice gentle. "Inaroth, careful ... I'll get you food if you'll
let me."
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol smiles widely at Hensana offering her a
congratulations.
Jerethan chuckles to Aphrael. "Lots of blues," he points out with a grin.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber cheers for Hensana and Inaroth.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden smiles at Hesana, "Congrates Sana and
Inaroth." He turns in time to see the lagoon blue hatchling hatch.
Alyssa nods, though she watches her friend closely.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn's attention is quickly drawn to Hensana,
where he notices a blue has come up to the candidate. He quickly walks over
there, scuffling sand with his heavy boots and smiles down at the young
woman. "Hensana? If you would come with me, and make sure you bring
Inaroth?" He chuckles, "I'm sure he's hungry. Congruatulations rider." He
gently touches her shoulder, then points the way as he starts to lead her
to the corner of the sands.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde half-turns quickly to see Hensana and /her/
Lifemate together. "C-congratulations, Hensana!" she manages.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien turns from watching Hensana and Inaroth,
still smiling, just in time to watch the blue crack shell. She looks at him
quietly, watching him move his wings.
From the Hatching Sands, Mist-Shrouded Lagoon Blue Hatchling rustles his
wings and then stops in his quest towards the Candidates. He glances
curiously, whuffling the aileron and prodding it with his muzzle. Finally
he seems to get something from them, the wings drying enough to spread,
streaks of gold reflecting from the sapphire marbling. A sibling catches
his attention and he warbles, lumbering awkwardly over to the white-robed
things that have her attention, peering over her to see what she's
interested in.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya is stareing down at her robe as she makes
sure that is it straight and in turn she misses the blues birth. She looks
up at the sound of oohs and awws and looks straight at the bearutifull blue
hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana blinks, looking up rom Inaroth's eyes,
peering at the candidates, dazedly, around her, and then nodding, folloeing
E'ryn and gently helping Inaroth of the sands.
Flannery turns to Alyssa and gives her a little close-lipped smile, patting
Ryklin on his back as she tilts her head.
From the Hatching Sands, Hensana walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Like a hold girl being whirled in a bizarre toss
dance, so the Melodic Tunings Egg spins around, buffetted this way and that
by its partners--the other eggs in this clutch. Suddendly, a large fissure
opens it from crown to base and leaves a loam brown hatchling sitting in
its shards. He warbles in puzzlement, wing-wiggling his way upright before
watching these pink-things. Whuffling a black haired girl from Gar Hold,
eyes meet eyes in the moment of impression.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber watches the blue with expressionless eyes.
It's hard to tell if she's happy, sad, nervous, or what.
From the Hatching Sands, Inaroth croooooooooons, rubbing the line of his
muzzle against her hip. She is his! His tail sweeps forward to curl about
his lifemate, and squeeze gently. Then, wistfully, he creels again, this
time in hunger. Relieved, he follows his 'mate as she leads him to the
corner of the cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Inaroth walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos draws in a deep breath as what must be one
of the last hatchlings appears. He wets his dry lips as it holds his
attentions.
From the Hatching Sands, Vibrant Egocentric Egg rocks back and forth
slowly, almost in a rhythmic motion. It rolls forward slightly, tumbling
off a perch of sand to settle among its fellows and become nestled between
half-a-dozen quieter eggs.
Miran smiles as Imago hops off her shoulder.
Imago spreads her pale wings and leaps into the air, vanishing Between with
a small *pop*.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde's entranced, her gaze upon the Lagoon blue
hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya's eyes don't move from the newly hatched
blue but her hand continues to tug nervously at her robe.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol looks about at the remaining hatchlings
watching them hopefully.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien is watching the blue hatchling so closely,
she doesn't notice the egg that tumbles down the sand.
From the Hatching Sands, Mist-Shrouded Lagoon Blue Hatchling rumbles at his
sibling, wondering what is taking her so long to decide. Either these
pink-things are worthy or they aren't! Chuffing he gives up, nudging her
with his shoulder and shoving her towards the Candidate, probably sticking
his muzzle in where its not wanted! He bugles -- well tries -- in
satisfaction at his wise decision and lifts his head attempting to divert
all the attention to HIM. After all he's important enough to warrant it!
Light dapples along his neck as he fails to notice where he's going and
slips -- on an egg shard, upending him. Wing-wiggling his way upright he
looks around -- did anyone see that? He hopes not!
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer blinks as a bead of perspiration gets in
his eye. He whipes it free and stands up, leaning to the right as that foot
hurts less.
J'rell climbs up Mileketh's extended foreleg.
From the Hatching Sands, Andee watches the blue more carefully, now that
most of the frenzy is over. With waning amounts of eggs and dragonets, he
can afford to pay each closer attention.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn walks over from the far end of the Hatching
Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden chews on his lower lip, as he watches the
blue.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien bites her lip when the blue hatchling
falls, and breathes a sigh of relief when he rises again, apparently unhurt.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber grins at the blue.
From the Hatching Sands, Vibrant Egocentric Egg begins to shudder
violently, trembling from within as if a tiny earthquake had been captured
and set loose inside int shell. Tiny miniscule cracks begin to appear as
bits of sand shower down upon the eggs nearby, sloughed off its surface by
the increasing vibration of the shell.
Alea grins at Kh'gar. "I should've made you a bet on Hensana impressing."
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya looks from the eggs to the blue as he draws
her attention. She can't help but giggle and say. "What do you want silly?"
to the blue.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos laughs, the blue's tumbling's banishing the
gloom that had begun to come over him.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol watches the new egg start to crack as he
hops from foot to foot. He wipes his brow again and gives Sonya a smile.
Kh'gar chuckles at Alea. "Whyever for? I knew she was going to."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer looks to the blue on the far side of the
crowd and grins. He knows that he is in no immediate danger of being run
over, so he turns his attentions back to the eggs, a sheen of perspiration
coating his arms, legs, and face.
From the Hatching Sands, Vibrant Egocentric Egg cracks sharply, a large
fissure appearing directly in the middle of its shell. A tiny muzzle
projects itself forward, wet and shiny as it tests the air of the hatching
grounds. Then, just as suddenly, it pulls back within the shell. The entire
egg goes very still, almost as if preparing for the burst of energy that
will set its occupant free.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien finally notices the fallen egg, hearing the
crack. But when she turns, she doesn't see any motion. She watches for
another second, the slowly turns back to the blue hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Either the routine of cooling the sole of one foot
against the the inner ankle and calf of the other leg isn't helping anymore
or Padde's given up trying to keep her feet cooled. At any rate, she's
rocking now from on foot to the other every so often in a slow cadence. Her
attention is /captured/ by tht blue hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya Fidgets some more with her robe as she
watches the egg and the muzzle stick out briefly.
Imago appears in a pale flash and glides gently to a perch with a soft
rustle of wingstruts and pinions.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaers head shoots up as he hears the cracking
noise, but he settles his gaze again as he sees no new hatchling.
Miran whistles to Imago, who flits up to perch on her shoulder.
D'va peers down at the sands. "Not many left." He looks at Miran. "So did
you know any of the candidates?"
Miran shakes her head. "Not really. I think I may have run into one or two
of them one place or another, but I wouldn't say I know any of them."
From the Hatching Sands, Mist-Shrouded Lagoon Blue Hatchling notices a
cluster of Candidates not paying him attention and gossiping between
themselves, some even holding hands! Hrmf! He lumbers over to them and a
series of rumbles and croons get directed at the pink-white-things as he
endeavors to join in. He pirouettes -- showing off somewhat -- as he
warbles inquisitively to one in particular brown haired Candidate who pays
him some attention -- possibly she could answer all these questions buzzing
around his mind.
From the Hatching Sands, With a final, determined rock and shove, the
Vibrant Egocentric Egg shudders and splinters, fragments falling under
persistent onslaught until the entity can't remain whole any longer.
Collapsing outward in a shower of shards, a green hatchling emerges,
unsteady on wide-splayed unpracticed limbs. Shaking herself thoroughly,
wings spread slightly and drooping, she gathers herself and, with a
bleating creel of demand, turns her gaze away from the remains of her egg.
Lush Frond-Shaded Green
Nothing flashy, nothing garish would dare show itself in this young one's
brilliantly gleaming hide. Intricate patterns like cloisonne are formed by
the reaching branches of bark tinted grays that plunge boldly through the
overlapping fern-like fringes of shadowed green that spread across her
flanks and wings. Muzzle, forelimbs, and hind legs are all coated in such
tenebrous shades of green as to appear the color of night. Bright orange
and yellow sunlight splashing across its tip draws attention to her
interestingly-shaped muzzle which starts out wide with huge doe-like eyes
and tapers quickly, making it seem shortened. Although this young hatchling
moves with careful deliberation, it is born out of a need to absorb
everything to the fullest rather than caution or hesitancy. There is
nothing hesitant about her, down to the lush, vibrant greens that cover the
field of her hide. As she moves, she carries with her a newness like the
scent of fresh air, almost tangible in its sea-saltiness.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya's eye catches movement and she turns to see
the blue showing off. She is too busy watching him to see the new green hatch.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos lets his breath out in a silent moan as the
blue approaches another. He quickly transfers his hopes to the fresh green.
From the Hatching Sands, Halden looks over as the green hatches, then back
at the wandering blue.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol marvels at the green his eyes sparkling
brightly. He rubs his wet palm against his robe trying to fight off his
nervousness.
Alea nudges M'kel. "Another green. More greens than browns this hatching I
think.
Miran isn't pink.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer has his attention ripped to the green as
she exits her egg. A wide smile crosses his features, but he quickly
stifles it. Noone will see him either nervous or excited.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber watches the green hatch and smiles as she
takes in her beautiful coloring.
Kh'gar says "Of course, Alea. Always more greens."
Kh'gar smiles.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien shakes her head when the green hatches,
surprised by the sight. She laughs out loud, then seems to remember where
she is and covers her mouth.
D'va nods at Miran. You're right, you're at least medium-well. No pink. :)
P'tran * apologizes and has to go ...
M'kel nods, "Hmm...lots of greens...Looks like Imrath is going to be busy."
From the Hatching Sands, The Percussive Staccatos Egg splits into many
pieces, a small green snout peeking out before the entire shell falls away
onto the dark sands. Shaking her tail as if to rid herself of the last of
the shards, a dainty green steps forth with a bewildered, shaky expression.
Moving to one side, she peers with rapidly whirling eyes at one berobed
girl beside her, then at a boy with long, dark hair. Unsure, she steps
towards him, topples forward, and in desperation cries out and wraps her
tail about the first thing she can get a hold of. The dark boy stares down
at the creeling hatchling, his face confused at first, then suffused with a
peculiar joy as he falls to his knees to wrap his arms about the green's
neck, calling out her name as his robe billows out in a cloud of white
about him.
Flannery waves to P'tran.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer reaches down to scratch an itch on his leg
that is driving him crazy. He straitghens himself up after doing so,
exhaling deeply as he moves some irritating hair from his face.
From the Hatching Sands, Lush Frond-Shaded Green shakes off the last
remaining bits of shell and sand that cling to her hide. She cranes her
long neck up to peeeer over the eggs she finds herself nestled among.
Seeing no immediate escape, she simply climbs up on top of the one in front
of her. Spreading her wings slightly to maintain her balance, she stops -
looking out at the ring of young men and women before her. Not many left.
Her eyes narrow slightly, as if considering each and every one of them.
With a soft croon, she slides down awkwardly to the other side, landing on
the sands with a soft 'thud'.
Miran chuckles at D'va.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol looses his breath as the green moves closer
to the ring of candidates. His heart beats madly as if fit to burst.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya finally sees the green hatchling and backs
up one step in case she slids her way.
Gabrielle leans back tiredly against Esyth's leg, sorta overcome by the
night's emotions.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien breathes inward, watching the green as she
slides down the sand, moving her shoulders in sympathetic movement, then
sighing when she reaches the bottom of the hill unhurt.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer smiles, his eyes warm as the green falls.
He knows she's going to be well, and she is just weak, like a newborn runner.
From the Hatching Sands, Andee watches the green also, again allowing
himself a small smile.
Silora sighs at Gabby, already leaned against Esyth's strong leg, and watches.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber peers over at the green as she falls off
the egg. "Careful, precious."
Alea watches the latest green hatchling. "That is a pretty green, almost
the same color as my Gwirith."
From the Hatching Sands, Lush Frond-Shaded Green shivers a bit,
sidestepping slightly to catch her balance. She straightens, trying to
maintain her dignity - of course! She folds her wings slowly back against
her sides, craning her neck forward once again. Such a decision! Make it
quickly - hunger is gnawing at your belly!
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol bites his lip firmly his free hand clenched
tightly in a nervous fist.
From the Hatching Sands, Whirling around in its sandy depression, the
Evening's Pleasure Egg seems reluctant to leave its home. An audible pop
and the top spins off, a bronze muzzle peeping over the rim. He seems to
shrug and then awkwardly makes his way out of his protective confines,
glancing around the Candidates. Something seems to be wrong. That red
haired lad from Balen is holding a hand with a girl! He bugles loudly and
lumbers over to ensure him he doesn't need girls when he has him, the lad
subsequ! ently dropping to his knees and crying out a name in joy.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer tries again to come up with the words to
some song.../any/...song to keep his mind off the dwindleing eggs. He
watches the green and can't help but grin, knowing that she must be
wonderous of so many strange things staring at her.
Miran examines her hand. "I'm more like golden, I'd say."
From the Hatching Sands, Mist-Shrouded Lagoon Blue Hatchling snorts as the
Candidate he wanted to ask all the questions of fidgets with her robe. Not
getting the attention he seek he shoved his muzzle into her stomach,
grabbing her braid and tugging -- pretty hard (well he is desperate!) Hey,
hey, look at me! He tilts his head and peers more closely at -- Sonya!!!!!
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber bites her lower lip, nervously. She keeps
looking at the hatchlings and the eggs.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien settles back with another sigh, assured the
green has found her footing. She glances at the blue hatchling, watching
his location, and gasps when he approaches Sonya. "He wants you!" she says,
happily.
Flannery hurrahs for Sonya!
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol blinks at Sonya and cheers for her loudly!
Letting out a bellowing whoop!
Miran claps. "That girl looks familiar."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer turns his head for a quick glance at
sonya, smiling, albeit nervously.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya trys to watch both the green and blue
hatchling at the same time. She fidgets at her robe some more anf gaps as
the blue butts her in the stomach. She looks down at him confused and
happy. "his name's Pryth!" she calls out.
Alea cheers for Sonya. "Oh, she'll make a good rider too!"
From the Hatching Sands, Lush Frond-Shaded Green steps forward slowly, tail
lifting off the sand almost unconsciously as she parades in front of the
remaining candidates, inspecting each one with intense scrutiny. No. No.
No. Pause. No. Her head droops more and more as she makes her circuit.
Where is the one for me?
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn suddenly broadly grins. He notices Sonya
Impress, Or rather the blue in front of Sonya. He seems inordinately proud.
D'va hms? at Miran. "Oh?"
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya drops to her kness,tears rolling down her
face. "I know your hungry. I'll get you lots of food soon."
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer stretches, his back becoming tired with
all the standing and strain of the day. He longs for a meal and rest, but
stays as straight as he can, not wanting to leave until everything is
compelted.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber cheers for Sonya and Pryth, the green under
scrutiny from the corner of her eye.
Miran pulls on D'va's sleeve. "That's a pretty green, isn't it?"
From the Hatching Sands, Merien watches Sonya for another long minute,
still smiling, then returns her attention to the green hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney steps forward again, and with a hand on
her shoulder says quietly to her ear, "There's food this way, lass."
Alyssa stifles a yawn despite the excitement on the sands, feeling weary
quite suddenly.
Kethran glances at Alyssa. "Tired?" hea sks her sympathetically.
From the Hatching Sands, Pryth lets out a warble of joy! She does want him!
Yah! He nuzzles her, trying to make sure he didn't hurt her with his
eagerness.
R'val stands decisively, and glances around, "WEll, that's that." He moves
towardshis dragon.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos yells out a cheer for Sonya, "Good for
you!" He returns to the green, looking rather impatient now.
From the Hatching Sands, Kailyth looks around the Grounds at the few
not-yet-Impressed hatchlings and the myriad of eggshell fragments scattered
over the ebony Istan Sands. Whuffling out a sigh, he turns to nuzzle
Neith's jawline before sending soft croons toward the last of his
unImpressed children.
D'va blinks and nods. "Yes, yes it is." He smiles.
Flannery looks at alyssa with concern. "I can take Rytran back if you need
to rest, Lys..."
From the Hatching Sands, Padde turns away from the little blue that had had
her rapt attention with a swallowing motion to look over at the remaining
eggs and two green hatchlings. Wordlessly.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya stands up with the help of the rider and
makes her way to the corner of the sands. She is talking to Pryth. "Of
course you can. What?"
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol grins to himself as he /knew/ Sonya would
impress, he turns back to the green and gazes dreamily at her.
From the Hatching Sands, Sonya walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Ithlaer gives Sonya another lingering look before
kicking a close by egg fragment with his worn out and burning feet.
From the Hatching Sands, Lush Frond-Shaded Green continues on, silently
searching. Something seems to catch her attention out of the corner of her
eye. A glimmer? What is that? She hurries forward, intent on finding /that/
person. Then she stops. Looking up and up and up...there she is!
From the Hatching Sands, Merien stands very still, watching the green
hatchling.
From the Hatching Sands, Neith rumbles softly to Kailyth, tail-tip flicking
restlessly as she watches the last remaining eggs and hatchling, gaze
swirling brightly.
From the Hatching Sands, Pryth heads out towards the entrance.
Alyssa shakes her head at Flannery and grins faintly. "I'll never be known
to get tired before a woman who's just had twins. :)
C'ron looks with amazement tryingto see where the green hatchling is
looking at.
From the Hatching Sands, Tierney walks over from the far end of the
Hatching Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber catches her breath.
From the Hatching Sands, The Underwater Orchestra Egg taps against another,
almost like a Baker tapping a egg free as he makes a cake. Fine lines
appear over its surface before a yolk-laden muzzle pushes through, followed
quickly by the rest of the hatching, green as algae. She straightens,
almost affecting her dam's regal charm, and looks down her long muzzle at
the Candidates as she approaches them. One, however, seems to be much
taller than she, and she has to crane her neck upwards, glancing straight
into the Harper boy's eyes.
J'bal blinks as his wineskin actually makes it's way back to him, with some
left in it. He takes a gulp, then offers it to Aladis again.
Jerethan cheers for the Harper lad happily. "Boy, are the Masters going to
be upset," he chuckles ;)
Flannery cheers at the harper lad's impressions!
Aladis blinks as she sees the much-depleted wineskin make its way back to
her, and takes a drink from it, winking over at J'bal.
Alyssa grins at Flannery. "You are having way too much fun, greenrider,"
she laughs softly.
Alea grins at Jerethan. "A singing dragonrider. Perfect!"
From the Hatching Sands, Pryth walks onto the sands from the entrance to
the Hatching Grounds.
From the Hatching Sands, Pryth walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Jerethan chuckles. "It's happened before. F'nar, for example."
From the Hatching Sands, Merien looks down, disbelieving. Then she puts a
tentative hand down to touch the green hatchling's head. "Yes," she says
quietly, "I am hungry. Oh," she corrects herself, "no, you're hungry, Tesith!"
Flannery chuckles at Alyssa's comment, rolling her eyes ruefully.
"Yep....perhaps because for the first time in nearly a turn I can see over
my /belly/!"
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn bestows an encouraging smile upon Merien as
he casually appears at her side. He glances between her, and the young
green before saying, "Rider Merien, thats a fine looking green there. Her
name's Tesith you said?" He chuckles, "Well if so, and if you'd coax her to
come with you, which shouldn't be a problem, I'll take you where there's
food to be had."
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol smiles at Merien and cheers for her.
Kethran eyes the two babies and grins at Flan. "But you'd have to admit it
was worth it -- they're both beautiful, greenrider."
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber yays for Merien. "All right!:
Alyssa beams at Jerethan. "And quite a singer F'nar is, too...still the
most wonderful voice I've ever heard. And Flannery...you look wonderful."
From the Hatching Sands, Padde's attention is captured now by Merien and
Tesith's interactions.
From the Hatching Sands, Svessa sighs and reaches out a hand without
looking, which Kailyth slides himself under as support. Rubbing her eyes,
Svessa looks over at Merellia and nods. "Well then...I guess that is that."
From the Hatching Sands, Tesith nudges Merien's legs impatiently. Follow
the man! He said food!
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn starts to walk over toward the Corner of the
sands, stopping occasionally to make sure that Merien and her new lifemate
are with him.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien doesn't hear E'ryn for a moment. Then she
nods, and pauses to seach the stands. When she sees what she's looking for,
she smiles, then reaches a hand down to Tesith. "I'll get you food, come on."
Jerethan grins at Alyssa, still watching the Harper lad. "No more classes
and lessons for that lad," he grins happily.
From the Hatching Sands, E'ryn walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
From the Hatching Sands, Merien walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Ciruth launches from the ledge and into the air.
From the Hatching Sands, Tesith walks down to the far end of the Cavern.
Alea sighs. "I hate when it's all over."
From the Hatching Sands, Byrol moves over to Kimber placing a tender hand
on her shoulder.
Jerethan nods to Alea. "You know how I feel about it," he tells her softly.
M'kel nods, "It was bound to happen."
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine smiles a little wistfully as the last
dragon Impresses. With a squaring of her shoulders, she strides
purposefully toward the remaining Candidates, her expression warm, but
definitely no-nonsense.
From the Hatching Sands, Andee smiles again, albeit sadly, and once again
instects himself as if to make sure there are no injuries he missed.
Silora shrugs, seeing Padde left alone on the sands. She turns her head to
peer at her sister, seeing she looks rather calm and collected. "Ah."
M'rgan takes a few steps back, bumping into Ularrith, as the last of the
Impressions occur. His eyes search out his fellow weyrlings.
From the Hatching Sands, Kimber grins at Byrol and the others.
D'va looks at Miran and the weyrlings. "Looks like that's it."
Hanneth reaches over some heads to nudge her not-pink lifemate as if to
say, Let's head home, shall we?
Gabrielle hops up from her seat, wincing slightly as her muscles unstiffen.
Alyssa reluctantly hands Rytran back to Flannery. "You'll be OK? I do think
I want to get back to the weyr..."
C'ron is about hoarse with cheering and yelling. His grin is broad but
turns slightly downcast seeing those who did not make it. He whispers,
"Their dragon is out there, they jus' gotta persevere."
Kethran nods to Alyssa. "Think I can catch a ride with you?" he asks.
Miran stands and stretches.
From the Hatching Sands, Leykos's face collapses as the realization that
there are none left to be Impressed comes to him. He then puts on an
appropriate loser's smile for the audience and looks tiredly at Germaine
approaching.
Janelle gives Lunarth a scritch then begins to scramble up in hopes of
making him behave.
Aladis hands the skin back to J'bal as the little green finds her lifemate,
smiling sympathetically down at the Candidates remaining on the sands. She
nods to C'ron, "Aye, you've the right of it."
From Lunarth's neck, Janelle buckles herself in securely.
Kh'gar settles himself amongst Sinteth's neck ridges.
Lunarth extends his wings, the pinions drifting from his body like fluffy
clouds rolling about the sky on a lazy summer's day.
Lunarth launches from the ledge and into the air.
J'bal stands and stretches, burly body blocking out a lot of light. He pats
Emmith, then glances over to Aladis. "Are you bound for Benden, Aladis?"
Alea smiles. "Yes, I know." She grabs her riding jacket from Gwirith's
straps. "I'll see you at home. This is my last night of sweeps."
M'kel stands and stretches, "Well I'd best get going. I've promised some
rides home."
D'va grins at Tamesis and Silora. "Ready to head back?"
Sinteth launches from the ledge and into the air.
Miran steps lightly upon Hanneth's forearm and vaults to her seat between
her lifemate's first two ridges, swinging up easily.
From the Hatching Sands, Neith stretches with a spine-tingling pull of
muscles, wings spreading wide as she watches the last of the hatchlings
move away, only scattered shells remaining. With a bright warble of
punctuation, she furls her wings with a rustle of supple membranes talons
flicking at a wide egg-curve cupped upwards on the sands.
From the Hatching Sands, Merellia glances from Neith to Svessa, a smile
still brightening her face. A gleam dancing in her eyes, "Over for the next
few months, at any rate, for Neith," before her voice quiets and she looks
over to Germaine.
Alyssa smiles weakly at Kethran. "I hope so..."
Alea climbs gracefully up onto Gwirith with the help of a proffered
forelimb, receiving a loving croon as she does so.
M'kel hauls himself up onto Imrath with the help of a proffered foreleg.
Gwirith launches from the ledge and into the air.
From the Hatching Sands, Padde turns to look around, sure she didn't hear
.. last.. She squares her small shoulders and turns her eyes toward those
left with her on the sands. Those few.
Tamesis nods
Imrath launches from the ledge and into the air.
Flannery stretches, taking Rytran back into her arms and fastening both
babes into their pack. "Time for me to go too....cheers!"
Aphrael yawns and looks between Melusine and Jereth. "You two want to head
back?"
Flannery steps gently on her Tyrrath's graciously extended forelimb,
swinging herself into her accustomed seat between two sturdy green neckridges.
M'rgan steps over to Ariandra's side. "Are we heading back now?"
Silora nods to D'va, stepping over to Jeth carefully with all the wings
around. "I wish I could see Merri..."
Mammeth trumpets politely to Neith and then croons happily.
Tyrrath launches from the ledge and into the air.
L'ran turns to Ariandra. "Love? Home?"
Aladis nods to J'bal, moving over to Asabeth, "Yes, we should go back to
Benden. And where are you and Emmith going? Back to Fort?"
D'va nods to Silora. "Do you want to stay and see if you can see your sister?"
Jerethan nods to Aphrael. "Unless there's somewhere else you'd rather go,"
he winks to Aphrael.
From atop lovely Hanneth, Miran pushes a stray strand of raven hair from
her cheek. "Anyone need a ride?"
C'ron chuckles and tells Aphrael, "Mammeth says the new Weyrling dragons
have pretty thoughts." He pats Mammeth's side happily.
Ariandra smiles, unfolding her legs as she gets to her feet. "Home." Simply
said, but full of longing.
Melusine nods to Aph, "I have some studies to get to"
From the Hatching Sands, Germaine calls out across the Sands as she
approaches, "Byrol, Andee. Kimber, Leykos and Padde." She smiles ruefully,
"Unfortunately, not everyone can Impress in any given Clutch, and you've
heard it said that this only means that your dragon was not Hatched this
day." She pauses a moment, glancing slowly from face to face. "It's true,"
she continues more quietly.
Tamesis climbs up the offered foreleg of Jeth onto the big bronze's back.
ereth. "To sleep." She says wJ'bal shrugs. "Yeah, I reckon. Might as well."
He pats the blue side of Emmith again.
From the Hatching Sands, Svessa nods to Merellia and also turns to Germaine.
Gabrielle clambers up onto Esyth's back, the dragon's sparkling eyes
watching closely.
M'rgan nods and heads back to Ularrith, clambering up onto the brown's neck.
M'rgan clambers up onto Ularrith's back, using his straps as handholds.
Ariandra hands L'ran his jacket, unfastening hers from her straps.
Aphrael chuckles at Jereth. "To sleep." She says with a wink, then laughs
at C'ron. "I bet they do. Congratulations for a fine clutch, C'ron. I hope
to see you back at Benden some time."
From the Hatching Sands, Padde spots a bit of shell, stoops to pick it up
and feel it, look at it for a moment, then discards it.
You turn to Prefeth with a smile, eyes slightly faded as you converse
silently with the blue dragon. You slap at your lifemate's side with
affection, then use his extended foreleg to climb up onto his neckridges.
Melusine greatfully grabs a hold of Aphrael's offered hand as she swings up
and seats herself behind the rider. Aphrael grins and pushes Prefeth's
muzzle away as the blue dragon tries to get a closer look at his passenger.
<*> L'ran takes his jacket, with an odd grin for Ariandra. "Home, indeed."
<*> Silora shrugs, then looks down. She shakes her head. "I think she's a
bit busy, and soon we can come and visit her. Belaryth needs me." She puts
on her jacket again, nodding.
<*> Aladis leaps up onto Asabeth's outstretched foreclaw, and vaults up
onto her neck with practiced ease.
<*> C'ron waves to Aphrael cheerfully, "Well, I reckon I'll prolly be that
way to see Caitria pretty soon."
<*> Jerissa scrambles nimbly up onto Amrieth with the help of a proffered
foreleg, receiving a loving croon as she does so.
<*> Ariandra flushes, then tosses her head, with a soft laugh, mounting up
easily.
<*> Amrieth crouches, muscles tensing. She unfurls her wings and launches
herself into the air with a powerful thrust of her hindlegs.
<*> Amrieth launches from the ledge and into the air.
Jerethan uses Prefeth's riding straps to assist him to mount as the blue
dragon turns to examine his passenger, eyes whirling a little faster with
curiousity.
<*> J'bal pulls himself up to Emmith's neck, using the riding straps for
assistance.
<*> D'va nods, smiling, and waits for Silora to climb onto Jeth.
<*> Ariandra climbs up Erith's proffered foreleg, and from there up to sit
on her back.
<*> Sivorth lowers his neck to the ground as L'ran grabs the riding straps
and clambers up.
<*> Alyssa glances around, finally seeing Aladis. "Wonder how soon I can
get a ride back," she says to Kethran.
<*> Silora climbs up the offered foreleg of Jeth onto the big bronze's back.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Andee nods impassively. Almost.
<*> Erith launches from the ledge and into the air.
<*> Atop sturdy Ularrith, M'rgan tugs on his jacket before slipping the
helmet and goggles on. He looks back at Ariandra as he makes ready to leave.
<*> D'va climbs up the offered foreleg of Jeth onto the big bronze's back.
<*> M'rgan reaches down and snaps the straps to his belt, securing himself
for flight.
Jerethan smiles. "I've classes tomorrow," he admits. "So it's probably for
the best.
<*> From atop Jeth, D'va turns around and buckles in Tamesis securely.
<*> From Jeth's back, D'va turns around and buckles in Silora securely.
<*> Astride Asabeth Aladis waves to Alyssa, "You need a ride?? C'mon up!"
<*> From Jeth's back, D'va takes the straps and buckles himself in securely.
<*> Ularrith launches from the ledge and into the air.
<*> Sivorth launches from the ledge and into the air.
<*> On Esyth, Gabrielle yawns as she doublechecks her buckles, looking
across to Ariandra for the signal.
<*> Hanneth allows herself to fall gently from the ledge, opening her wings
and gliding out the exit from the cavern.
<*> Kethran smiles to Alyssa. "Me, too, because I'm probably with you," he
chuckles.
<*> Hanneth launches from the ledge and into the air.
<*> Jeth launches from the ledge and into the air.
<*> Alyssa smiles and calls her thanks. "Come on, Keth, Aladis and Asabeth
will take us home!"
<*> Alyssa grabs the riding straps, and climbs up the green's dipped shoulder.
<*> Kethran glances up toward Aladis. "Mind if I come along?" he asks her
with a grin.
<*> From the Hatching Sands, Kimber just stands quietly, her face unreadable.
Aphrael waves down at C'ron with a smile, then looks back to make sure
everyone;s strapped in.