Logs:Elisanth and Belaryth's Clutch Hatches

Elisanth and Belaryth's Clutch Hatches
RL Date: 22 March, 1998
Who: Darci, Laurelin, M'rgan, Arryn, Caristan, Josira, Kena, Kalthanan, Kiyana, Kylandra, Leigha, Lirra, R'ehn, Ranjay, Riell, Tavaris, V'hryn
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Log
What: Elisanth and Belaryth's clutch hatches.
Where: Hatching Sands, High Reaches Weyr
When: Day 00, Month 00, Turn 22 (Pass 10)
Raelle tugs on Hoshall's sleeve and grins, "Did you see, did you see? They're starting." Divya wiggles a little bit against Jeth, striving for a better view of the eggs. On the sands, The Nifty Nacreous Nautilus Egg tilts to one side. Kassima clambers up onto Lysseth's foreleg, a wineskin already in hand and her eyes eagerly fastened to the Sands below. "First one's green!" she calls over to Aph. "Just watch and see!" Hoshall nods avidly, grin bright, "I saw... What do you think will hatch first?" On the sands, The Bashful Blushing Blueberry Egg hops to one side. On the sands, Laurelin walks out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Darci emerges from the tunnel and stands in her usual spot on the Sands to watch the Hatching. Margret grins at, oddly enough, her fostersister. Divya. "D'ye see that?" On the sands, Leigha strides out of the passageway, onto the sands. Raelle chews on her bottom lip a little and hazards a guess, "Green?" On the sands, Silora meanders out of the passageway, onto the sands. Aphrael eases to the ground, leaning back against Prefeth's foreleg as she waves a greeting to those she knows on the ledges, grinning ruefully at Kassima's words, "Brown this time, I think." On the sands, Caristan walks out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Kylandra walks out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Kiyana wanders out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Riell strides out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Tavaris meanders out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Kalthanan meanders out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Mirehn walks out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Vahryn wanders out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Kena meanders out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Lirra walks out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Laurelin comes out, face flushed with excitement, smiling up at the spectators and waving as she recognizes people and dragons. She takes her place near her queen, who welcomes the sight of her lifemate with a warble. Kiyel looks over at his sister and shakes his head, "Uh uh! It's gonna be brown. Ooh! Look, the Candy-ates." In the excitement, he shifts back to an old pronunciation. T'dry stands, eyeing the eggs, barely noticing the line of candidates making their way out onto the sands. On the sands, Ranjay strides out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, M'rgan strides out of the passageway, onto the sands. Divya tilts her head toward Margret. "See what?" On the sands, Arryn meanders out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Leigha steps out onto the hot sands winicing slightly mincing her steps. Spotting the huge bronze and gold she bows, but keeps a wary eye on both of them. Margret grins, "Th'eggs, silly. An there'r the candidates." On the sands, Josira moves out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Mirehn bows awkwardly to the dragon pair. Trying to hide his nervousness, he pads across the blistering sands to join the half-circle of candidates. He pointedly does not look up at the various dragons perched on ledges, or the crowd in the galleries. On the sands, Kalthanan pauses to bow respectfully to Belaryth and Elisanth before taking his position next to Lirra. On the sands, Riell moves forward and stops to bow respectfully to both Elisanth and Belaryth. A quick smile and she moves to take her place in the circle before looking up and trying to pick out faces in the crowds. On the sands, M'rgan trails after a group of Candidates, his steps slow and measured across the Sands. He pauses to bow to Belaryth and Elisanth before continuing on to the edge of the semi-circle that is forming around the eggs. On the sands, R'lym strolls out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Taura strolls out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Arryn walks out onto the sands slowly, tentatively. She looks over and bows to Elisanth and Belaryth, showing her respect to the gold and bronze, before joining another group of candidates to her right. On the sands, Kylandra walks slowly out onto the Sands, curtseying to Blaryth and Elisant both before picking a spot in the semicircle next to Tavaris. On the sands, Caristan smiles and bows to Belaryth and Elisanth before moving to his place in the semi-circle. On the sands, Josira stops and bows to the Gold and Brown before taking her spot in th semi-circle of Candidates. On the sands, Tavaris, along with the other Candidates, files out onto the Sands. Shoulders back, he pauses and turns to Elisanth and Belaryth, bowing deeply to both dam and sire. That done, he steps to his place in the loose half-circle around the eggs. On the sands, Kiyana steps from foot to foot, managing a graceful bow to the pair of dragons before her before stepping out to take her place in the circle about the eggs. Eyes dart to the galleries in hope, searching for familiar faces, one in particular. On the sands, Ranjay bows stiffly to the dragons, moving slowly towards the rest of the candidates. Faerth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands. On the sands, Kena curtsies to Elisanth and Laurelin, then she turns and curtsies to Belaryth and Silora before moving to join the group of Candidates. Divya says "There's a lot of 'em, huh?" Kassima uncorks her 'skin, but doesn't drink from it just yet. "A quarter says 'twill nay be brown," she challenges. "Oh, hey-is that Mart down there? He must've been suckered into Weyrlingmastering again. Hey, 'Tina!" she yells down, waving even though she knows he can't possibly see her. Hatching giddiness, y'know. On the sands, Lirra makes her way out, gasping slightly at the heat of the sand, then straightens as she remembers something. She bows politely to the parent dragons, Belaryth and Elisanth, then hurries over to a spot next to Kalthanan, reclaiming his hand again. Rykel climbs down from Faerth, who kindly obliges with a foreleg for her departure. On the sands, R'lym follows the last of the Candidates onto the Sands and smiles to Laurelin and Silora before walking over to stand next to Darci. On the sands, Leigha continues to walk around the hard eggs, nervousness forgotten a moment, looking at them, slightly amazed. She does a turnround, looking up to the ledges, then to the stands, groaning as she sees all the people. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg shivers a bit. On the sands, The Rushing River Rift Egg gives a little hop. Gina climbs down from Faerth, who kindly obliges with a foreleg for her departure. Aslana climbs down from Faerth, who kindly obliges with a foreleg for her departure. On the sands, The Fragile Fellis Flower Egg twitches slightly. Margret grins and nods, "Think any'o 'em might impress?" Aberuth croons happily and setteles into a long, basso hum. On the sands, A wince passes across Vahryn's face as his feet first touch the sands, but the boy ignores the sensation and quickly moves to execute a slightly wobbly bow to Elisanth and Belaryth before taking his place among the ranks of the candidate circle forming around the eggs. Dorn climbs down from Faerth, who kindly obliges with a foreleg for his departure. Aslana lands next to Gina and grins at the firl "Let's find a seat" she suggests. On the sands, Taura follows the Candidates onto the Sands, pausing to bow to Belaryth and Elisanth, before moving back out of the way. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg shakes from side to side for a moment. On the sands, Leigha jumps with the shivering eggs "Move, walk around..don't stand still, watch for hatchlings' she mutters to herself. Gina is still panting from the shock of her first betweening, and manages a nod. On the sands, Riell smiles and not able to see whom she's looking for turns to look at the eggs expectantly. Shifting from foot to foot in the hot sands. Divya says "Yeah, 'cause the dragons gotta have riders, don't they?" On the sands, A brightly crimson egg cracks into four equal pieces, one of them providing a small ramp for the oddly reddish bronze inside. The hatchling takes his sweet time, pausing at each and every male Candidate-and even a few female ones-before finally settling on a young Seacrafter apprentice. Dorn smiles and quiets himself to watch. On the sands, Belaryth's head hovers low, giving each of the candidates a probing glance as they arrive, as if assessing a final time just how worthy they might be for one of his-and Elisanth's-offspring. At his rider's arrival, he offers a proud bugle. On the sands, R'lym oohs! "A Bronze!" He smiles at Darci. "Wonderful!" On the sands, Laurelin reaches for Silora's hand as she comes near, squeezing it gently. She grins at her and looks out over the now quickly moving eggs. Aslana links her arm with Gina "Breathtaking, isn't it?" she asks as she gently leads the girl to a couple of empty seats. On the sands, Mirehn boggles at the shifting eggs, the burning sands momentarily forgotten. As the bronze hatchling meanders through he freezes in place, just staring. Cirameth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he swoops down to a landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands. On the sands, Tavaris licks his lips nervously as the eggs begin to shake, watching with side eyes as the first egg hatches and the little bronze finds his lifemate. He can't help but smile. On the sands, Leigha face breaks into a huge smile as she looks around the grounds, seeing the first hatching "Did ya see that?!she says to noone in particular. On the sands, Lirra's hand tightens on Kalthanan's for a moment, a large smile on her face at the first impression. Then she shifts to her other foot, nose wrinkling at the heat. On the sands, Kiyana nibbles her lip, blinking as bronze hatches and Impresses so quickly. " Oh, Riell, did you see?" she murmurs, tugging on the candidate's hand. Kassima appears disappointed when the first hatchling breaks shell too early for she and Aph to settle their bet; nevertheless, the first being such a fine bronze makes up for it. "A good omen, that," she approves, smiling. On the sands, Ranjay stands a little back from the rest of the candidates, towards the far end of the half circle, drawing circles with the toe of her sandal. Ellwiny slides down Cirameth's shoulder and falls the last few feet to the ground, landing easily. D'va grins. "Bronze first, always a good sign." On the sands, Elisanth trumpets loudly at the hatching of the first egg. Margret nods at Divya, "Aye, but wha' bout the candidates? Got any pegged out..." From atop Aberuth, Marie cheers. "A bronze! Mum! Look!" On the sands, The Fragile Fellis Flower Egg jerks to one side a little. Rilsa grins at D'va and goes back to watching the sands. On the sands, M'rgan smiles at the Impression, his long strides immediately taking him over to the new weyrling. Laying a soft hand on the boy's back, he inquires about the dragon's name and grins even broader at the boy's chattered enthusiasm. T'dry smiles as the first hatchinling emerges. He nods agreement with the comments about a bronze being first. J'dar nods to his wingleader. "I like blues, Brenneth likes greens, but a bronze first is a good sign." On the sands, Leigha walks around with a mincing step, looking this way and that, shifting from one foot to the other. On the sands, Kylandra reaches out for Tavaris' hand at the first Impression, licking already-dry lips. On the sands, Kalthanan smles as he mouths to Lirra , "That's good luck, I hear," but his attention is immediately drawn to another cracking egg and then another. On the sands, Vahryn's mouth gapes as he sees the first of the hatchlings emerge, "A bronze.." He literally breathes to the candidate standing next to him, eyes blinking as the boy sees just how fast impression is. Margret's head swivels to look, "Aye, Marie. S'a bronze." Loretta, seating in her mom's lap, humms along with the dragons, smiling. On the sands, Riell looks and shakes her head "No I didn't..." a sigh as she continues to shift from foot to foot. She looks back over to the eggs then and looks about. On the sands, The Kiwi Kimono Kiss Egg shudders once. Divya shakes her head. "Nah, I don't know most of 'em. Daddy hopes Arryn will impress, though." Ellwiny glances around, saluting absently should any superiors be nearby, and elbows her way towards the Istan contingent. "Did I miss anything?" Aphrael is about to open her mouth to reply to Kassi, but good thing the first Impression happens, "Oh well. Good thing for me; that'll teach me to avoid betting." She says, ruefully as she settles herself on Prefeth's foreleg. On the sands, With a low chuckle, after a glance up at the ledges and surrounding galleries, Silora goes to join Belaryth and Laurelin, returning her squeeze with one of her own, compounded of excitement and pleasure as the bronze makes his way free of his shell. "A promising pair, I think," she comments in a tone well fit to her grin. D'va blinks. "I do?" He looks down at his daughter and grins. "Have you been placing bets for me, Divya?" Aslana leans to peer around a large man in front of her. She squeezes Gina's hand, asking "Ever been to a hatching?" On the sands, Laurelin grins over at Silora. "And so it begins." On the sands, Mirehn edges closer to Leigha, trying to divide his attention between the heat of the sands and the rocking and shaking of the eggs. "Ohhh, boy." Both children hush as they stare gapemouthed down at the sands, absorbed in the 'show'. Karitha slips an arm around Kiyel's shoulders and hugs her son closer as she smiles softly and watches. Margret nods at Divya, "Yeah... I'm thinkin Mirehn maybe... A blue he looks like..." On the sands, The Zingy Zircon Egg rolls halfway over. T'dry shakes his head at the bluerider. "Only just the first hatchling. Bronze. No impressions yet." His voice is curt and choppy, his attention singly on the eggs. On the sands, Kiyana grins, watching after the new rider and his dragon. " Impression," she murmurs. " That boy... the dragon just picked him out... oh, Riell, do you think we stand a chance?" Violet eyes shift between rocking eggs, unable to stay in one place for too long. Gina shakes her head, not realizing she's leaning forward. On the sands, Tavaris returns his attention to the wobbling eggs. He takes Kylandra's hand and squeezes it, perhaps a bit tightly. His weight shifts from foot to foot as he watches more and more of the eggs beginning to move. On the sands, The Gregarious Glittering Green Egg shakes from side to side for a moment. Taira wanders towards Kassima, since at least she knows that face and person. From Margret's lap, Loretta calmly reaches up and puts her hands over Meg's mouth. "Hush, Mum." On the sands, Leigha stops her wandering beside Mirehn and nods "Ohhh, boy isn't the exact words that come to my mind Merhen" She reaches out for his hand tentitivly, needing that little bit of support in the midst of all this. On the sands, Riell smiles softly and nods "If we didn't we wouldn't have been chosen Kiyana." Her nervousness hidden well under her cool exterior. On the sands, After much spasmodic rocking, a pair of eggs split open, the popping sounds ricocheting through a sudden lull in the noise. The hatchlings that result, one brown and one blue, seem to have chosen their lifemates even before emerging from their shells, and go right to a pair of girls at the far end of the line of Candidates. Divya shakes her head vigorously. "No, Daddy. I spent all my marks on a dress for my doll, so I don't got any money to bet with." Kassima happens to catch sight of Taira, and waves her over with the hand not holding a 'skin. "Duties to Igen and her queens! Care t'make any bets on colors, or Candidates?" Leave Kassi to get straight to the betting part of things. On the sands, The Crooked Copper Cuneiform Egg jerks to one side a little. On the sands, Arryn breathes unevenly as the first dragon hatches, then feels almost a little relieved as it is a bronze. She shifts her footsteps back and forth as her attention is divided among now the quickly-hatching dragonets. On the sands, Leigha points and nudges Mehren "did ya see that, slike they knew!" she exclaimes.. On the sands, Belaryth bugles loud and loud again, thrill evident as he's nearly a-tremble from muzzle to tail-tip as he heralds the hatching of each of the eggs. On the sands, The Nice Normal Neutral Egg twitches slightly. On the sands, Caristan looks around at the early impressions grinning at the excitement and confusion. On the sands, Ranjay shifts and draws circles with the toe of the other sandal, watching the sand at her feet until all the breaking eggs pull her gaze up. On the sands, Mirehn takes Leigha's hand gratefully, chukling nervously. "It's the best I could do on such short notice." He peers down towards the end of the line towards the newest impressees. On the sands, The Mild Murky Mustard Egg gives a little hop. Gina jumps at the bugles, not used to them yet. On the sands, "Wow," Tavaris whispers as he watches the brown and blue rush to their lifemates. He just shakes his head and gives Kylandra's hand another little squeeze. D'va rolls his eyes. "Don't let mommy hear you say that - she'll think I'm teaching you bad habits." Ellwiny nods to T'dry. "Thanks." And turns her attention towards the sands, her smile excited. Avroth joins the chorus of dragons, humming low and steadily. Taira shakes her head, chuckling. "Not against you, Kassima," she murmurs quietly, watching the show with a little relaxation. After all, this time there's nothing on the line. On the sands, Darci clasps her hands as the girls Impress, "I knew she was a good one!" she says. "She'll make a wonderful wingrider." On the sands, Lirra glances over at Arryn, a small worried frown flashing across her face before she smiles warmly at her friend. Then, turning back to watch the eggs, she shifts back to the other foot uncomfortably. Margret chuckels, but grows quiet and winks at Divya and D'va as her daughter sits back in her lap. Don't make the littls mad. On the sands, Kylandra nods absently to Tavaris' wow. "Yeah...wow," she echoes, eyes fastened to rocking eggs. On the sands, Kiyana grins slightly, nodding. " Yeah, s'true," she replies, eyes sliding to each twitching egg as it catches her attention. Girls and lifemates are watched, a bit enviously to be sure, before attention is returned to the clutch. On the sands, Leigha chuckles then starts pointing out different hatchlings as the emerge, "Now look at that one, He's a nice looking fellow" her nervousness seems almost gone now as she watches, utterly facinated. On the sands, The Bashful Blushing Blueberry Egg shudders slightly, and then falls over. On the sands, The Whirling Wispy Wings Egg hops to one side. On the sands, Silora rocks forward on her toe-tips, glance scanning the eggs spread out across the sands and the candidates encircling them. "There!" she exclaims in a somewhat stunned tone, indicating the new brown and blue, with another squeeze for Laurelin's hand out of her ebullience. "Oh, my." On the sands, The Bashful Blushing Blueberry Egg continues to shudder, the shaking increasing until it seems the shell is vibrating from the movement within it. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg rocks back and forth a few times. "Next one's green..." Kassi murmurs, then makes a face at Taira. "Oh, feh. How'm I supposed t'make any marks if'n nay anyone will wager against me?" Lysseth manages to cast her rider a reasonably disgusted look without once breaking her hummmmmm. On the sands, Suddenly a whispered crackling comes from the Bashful Blushing Blueberry Egg as a series of fine lines spread rapidly across the hard surface of the shell from a central point, covering it within moments. On the sands, Laurelin looks at the eggs, many of them cracking now. She's not sure where to look next, and looks up at Elisanth with a smile. "I know, I know..." she says. "There /are/ a lot of people here." On the sands, Leigha nudges Mehren again "Shrads, look at that one hop" On the sands, Riell blinks as she just notices the newly impressed pairs and smiles wistfully before eyes move between hatchlings and eggs not sure which to watch. On the sands, The Nice Normal Neutral Egg shudders once. On the sands, The Bashful Blushing Blueberry Egg fairly falls apart from shaking, the bits of shell falling away from the glistening blue body revealed inside it. Ashlith 's humming increases even louder as her whirling eyes focus on the little ones struggling to escape their shells and find their lifemates. Margret bounces Loretta in her lap, "That un," she whispers, pointing to the blueberry egg. Loretta hushes her mother again with an annoyed 'Muuuuum.' Brilliant Bespeckled Blue Dragonet This blue appears to sparkle with a brilliance under the bright light bouncing around the cavern, dazzling the eye of everyone watching. He shifts position only slightly as the shards of his egg burst away, examining his brothers and sisters and the surrounding people in intelligent calculation. This blue's brilliance resides in his brain as well as his hide -- he will not be frivolous or lazy, but perhaps the intelligent watcher, the collector of information. Cobalt wings folded close to his even darker flanks, he moves with determination, sky-blue snout and legs moving him forward in beautiful splendor across the sands, each step carefully considered. As he gets further from the mound and closer to the watchers, one can see that his entire hide is bespeckled with a light blue, almost white, as if an artist flicked her brush in his direction. On the sands, Mirehn nods in agreement with Leigha, any comment he was going to make is interrupted by the hatching blue. "Oh..." On the sands, Arryn gives Lirra a smile, then looks back at the blue that hatches from the blueberry egg. "Appropriate," is her only comment. On the sands, The Vanishing Varnished Violet Egg hops to one side. Perith emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before she backwings to a neat landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands. Aberuth rumbles a sigh and hmms. As the Blue dragonet hatches, he happily bugles. Hoshall cheers! Blue! Xanalth echos with a bugle of greeting to the little fella. Aslana gasps as she catches sight of the newest blue hatchling "How beautiful!" On the sands, Kylandra's eyes widen at the newest blue. "He's gorgeous..." she says in hardly more than a whisper. On the sands, The Kiwi Kimono Kiss Egg twitches slightly. On the sands, Leigha gasps softly "Now, there's a fine looking one" she shifts from one foot to the other.. On the sands, Ranjay's eyes dart from egg to candidate, to the galleries, back to the eggs, slowly walking in a small circle. A small giggle emerges as well as a whisper. "freckles" Rilsa chuckles at Hosh. On the sands, Kiyana ohs as the newest blue hatches, watching intently. " Oh, Rie, look! He's so handsome!" On Perith's back, Kyleri says "Here, let me hand you guys down..." On Perith's back, Catalina lets out a low whistle at all the people, then glances down just in time to see the blue hatchling and grins broadly. "Oh, he's beautiful.." On the sands, Vahryn's attention is split between the newly hatched brown and blue hatchlings, plus the eggs that are still rocking. Should he watch the blue or the brown? Or the eggs? Again he shifts his weight from one foot to another, the only indicator of his discomfort is the occasional wince that crosses his features. On the sands, Tavaris sneaks a look around at the other Candidates, his attention drawn back to the eggs as he hears the distinct sounds of popping. He looks in time to see the little blue hatch. "Sure is," he whispers in response to Kylandra's comment. "He's beautiful." On the sands, Fingertips flying to her lips as a hatchling emerges in a particularly fine shade of blue, Lirra's lips quirk up into a smile. From Margret's lap, Loretta, subdued as ever, smiles and hugs ehr mothers hand. On the sands, Riell blinks and tugs on Kiyana's hand. Nodding "Yes he's very handsome.." On the sands, Kena smiles encouragingly and makes room beside herself for a more shy candidate who backs away as another egg cracks, her swift step including the younger girl more completely in the circle of candidates when the blue dragonet bursts the shards of his egg. Ellwiny strains to see over a cluster of heads, then leaps nimbly onto her lifemate's foreleg, and laughs delightedly. "Blue! I knew it! Perhaps I should try some wagering, eh?" she comments to Cirameth. On the sands, Kalthanan gives Lirra's hand a little jerk as if to say, over here. He simply points in the obvious direction of the blue hatchling. On the sands, Belaryth throws his head back in a proud trumpet for this blue, the most recent of the hatchings so far, faceted eyes aswirl with a brilliant green. Silora fists and unfists the fingers of one hand as her glance sifts through the blue and the candidates nearest him, stunned excitement shading to a serene pleasure. T'dry looks over at Kassima. "You wagering, eh?" On the sands, Josira shuffles her feet as the heat of the Sands starts to get thru her sandals. She smiles broadly as the Blue emerges from his shards. Catalina slides down Perith's extended foreleg to the ground. Talyon slides down Perith's extended foreleg to the ground. On the sands, Leigha remembers to move around as she pulls Mehren with her, watching for stumbling hatchlings. Taira murmurs to Kassima as they watch, "Maybe if you ddin't win so many they'd wager with you more." On the sands, M'rgan starts to move down the semi-circle of Candidates, laying a reassuring hand on a shoulder or saying a few soothing words where necessary. He has the same rocking step as the Candidates as the heat seeps through the soles of his boots as easily it does through their sandals. Catalina flops down on the ledges and peers over the side, watching the hatching with large eyes. Boy, is this cool or WHAT? On the sands, The Whirling Wispy Wings Egg hops to one side. Lysseth trumpets a welcome to the particularly handsome young blue, earning her an elbowing from Kassi-who, admittedly, is admiring the dragonet too. "'Twas right on that one... and oh, he's a beauty." Looking up at the magic word, 'wagering,' she calls back, "Sharding straight! What bet are you wishing t'make?" On the sands, Brilliant Bespeckled Blue Dragonet stumbles foward adjusting to the light of the Cavern very quickly indeed. With a soft coon the hatchling is on it's feet and looking. The heat haze makes it difficult to determine which direction he intends on taking. Talyon nods a grateful thanks to Kyleri and Perith, then starts peering at the eggs and the hatchlings. Kyleri slides down Perith's extended foreleg to the ground. Catalina bites her lower lip and stares down at the hatchling, wondering who he'll pick as his lifemate... Kyleri looks around, then bellows, "Taira!" Kassima replies sotto voce to Taira, "A shame they don't realize just how often I lose, when 'tis Hatchings." T'dry rubs his chin as Avroth's humming changes pitch to welcome the blue. "That one there..." He points to Lirra. "Avroth says there's a green for her in the clutch. Five marks to one says he's right." He eyes his lifemate, muttering, "You'd better be!" On the sands, Mirehn is entirely content to be towed around by Leigha, it allows him to refrain from having to think much, something he dosen't precisely excell at anyhow. "Umm, Leigha, are they allowed to hatch this fast?" On the sands, Lirra absently reaches one hand up to twirl a strand of hair around her finger in anxiety. She nudges Kalthanan back as she grins up at him, then peers behind her and motion with her chin at a stocky boy from Crom to move forward to join them. On the sands, Laurelin squeezes Silora's hand harder, and grins, wordless in her excitement. Well, only for a moment. "Look!" She says, and points across Silora's front. "Isn't that blue lovely?" On the sands, The Passionately Prideful Egg hops to one side. On the sands, A small smile cracks on Vahryn's face as he watches the blue, or at least what he discerns to be the shape of the blue hatchling. "He almost looks like a bubblie muffin." The Baker-come-Candidate muses quietly to a female candidate from Sattle Hold. On the sands, Riell hisses through her teeth softly as she stands still too long and starts shifting again. A slight squeeze for Kiyana as gaze moves between the blue and eggs. On the sands, Leigha stops to stare again, looking down at her robe "wonder if..oh...hmmmmm?" she giggles at Mirehn "Your asking the wrong lass, I've not a clue!" On the sands, Tavaris lifts one foot, shakes it, and sets it down. He then repeats the process with the other foot. Wiping his free hand on the side of his white robe, he then runs it through his hair before resuming his quiet watch of the eggs and hatchlings. Kassima's eyebrows fly straight up. "Five marks? On a single wagering? 'Fraid nay; I just commissioned a Turnday gift for K'tyn and Kin, and if'n I can't pay... well. Aleinn will have m'head on a stick for certain. Lower the terms, though, and 'twill be taking you up on it." On the sands, R'lym stands to the side, making sure to be able to see the Candidates, but safely out of the way of the roving Hatchlings. They need to find their lifemates. Catalina silently encourages the little blue to choose..boy, this is the best part... Keriann leans forward, pointing to one of the Candidates. "There's Mama Kena," she says to the children with her, since they apparently lost sight of her before. "Nyth can see that it's really her." On the sands, Ranjay picks up one foot, shaking the sand out of the sandal, then does the other, her eyes focused on her feet. BR> Gina watches the blue, holding her breath. Cirameth rumbles a subdued greeting to the young blue. Ellwiny looks on, fastinated, then hears another mention of wagering, from somewhere in the crowd. "Ahh... a half-mark says the next's brown." Anaryth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before he flies down to land gently on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands. On the sands, Arryn follows the path of the blue dragon intently, but instinctively takes a couple more steps back. Finding herself near the edge of the group, she takes a deep breath and steps back forward into the crowd again. On the sands, Kylandra glances over her shoulder at a short girl from Far Cry Hold and reaches back to take her hand, drawing her forward. On the sands, The Fair-weather Fickle Egg rolls halfway over. T'dry chuckles. "OK, a mark if Avroth's right. A quartermark if he's wrong. Deannus'd probably kill me for losing a whole mark - not that I would, mind you." On the sands, Eyes are on the blue. Period. Kiyana can't seem to tear her gaze away even as she returns Riell's squeeze, her feet moving automatically in the Candidate Shuffle. On the sands, The Fragile Fellis Flower Egg hops to one side. Catalina waves to Dorn and stumbles over to him. "This is great, isn't it Dorn?" On the sands, Though no egg can really be overlooked, as many Candidates as there are, this one seems to be shoved under a mound of sand, mostly out of sight. Despite the fact that it's about the right size for a reasonably large brown, it is a bronze that hatches. A bit of sand clings to the hatchling's muzzle, and ends up on the robe of tall boy from Tillek. The boy lets out a cry of delight, then leads his new lifemate over to the Weyrlingmaster, murmuring about food. Ceara jumps down Anaryth's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg shivers a bit. On the sands, Silora turns, following the direction indicated by Laurelin's gesture, another smile splitting her features as she spots the dragonet indicated. "He looks like Elisanth about the muzzle," she replies with equal pride as she leans in to Laurel to share the observation. "Don't you think?" On the sands, Brilliant Bespeckled Blue Dragonet stumbles past a group of boys who seem in a daze and gets dangerously close to another boy w's rapt attention makes you wonder if he even sees the little one. Catalina gapes and tugs at Dorn. "A bronze! Lookit that, a bronze!" Taira whistles low and waves Kyleri over. "That's two bronzes already?" Dorn grins and nods. "Aye a bronze aye!" he shouts, slapping his knee. Kassima replies to Ellwiny, her ears magically catching nearly every mention of marks made, "I'll take you up on-oh, *shards*. Too late! Well, a green will be next. And three-quarters says she, or one of her sisters, will find Kena!" T'dry smiles, nodding agreement. "That's two lucky lads there already." He leans against Avroth's forelimb. Talyon discreetly waves toward Dorn, still peering at the Sands. On the sands, Leigha points over that the group "Now look, they need to move round some" she pulls on Mirehns hand again moving around so her feet won't roast too badly. Catalina says quietly, "I wish Asher was here.." Arg. Oh well, she turns her gaze back down to the sands. Kyleri plunks to a seat next to Taira. "Is it? I missed the beginning..." Margret hugs her younger daughter closely. Her eyes tear a little bit, and Meg reahes a hand to touch Aberuth's muzzel. She remembers. On the sands, The Sun-Streaked Sea Sand Egg shudders once. Ellwiny grins at the bronze. "Looks like I was wrong about that one," she mutters, then catches Kassima's words, though she's still not quite sure where they're coming from. "Right!" she calls back, regardless. On the sands, Mirehn watches the blue trek through the candidates, rather awed. At Leigha's tug he shifts as well, cooling his feet as well as burning off a measure of nervousness. Kassima grins over to T'dry. "Deal made, bronzerider. I think m'pouch can support that." She tips her skin back to drink to the deals, somehow managing not to take her eyes off the Sands in the meanwhile. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg shudders once. On the sands, With a reassuring smile, M'rgan helps the bronze dragonet and the Tillek lad towards the passageway to the Queens' Weyr. "Yes, he's a fine fellow. We'll get some food in him right away." On the sands, Laurelin's smile widens and she says to Silora, "Yes, I think you're right...but look at that manner. He's Belaryth's son, all right." On the sands, The Brilliant Bespeckled Blue Dragonet stares deeply into Mirehn's eyes. On the sands, Leigha gives a warm smile at Mirehn and whispers "Amazing isn't it?" On the sands, "Did you see that one?" He calls over to Lirra as he watches the boy from Tillek Impress. Catalina gasps and points to Mirehn and the blue, then cheers!! On the sands, Tavaris bites his lower lip as he watches the little blue make its way along the semi-circle of Candidates. Some of the tension in his body releases as he expels the breath he's been holding. He gasps as the blue finds Mirehn and grins widely. Raelle blinks and points, "Oh! The silly man got the blue!" Gina releases her held breath as the blue finds his partner. A slow, unbelieving smile crosses her face. On the sands, The Fragile Fellis Flower Egg jerks to one side a little. On the sands, The Fair-weather Fickle Egg hops to one side. Hoshall grins down at Raelle, and sends up a hoot! Which is quickly answered with an echoing TOOT! from Xanalth. On the sands, Mirehn's eyes widen, and if he's perfected a dozen stunned looks, this one tops them all. Leaning down to reach towards the new hatched blue he takes a moment to find his voice, "His name is Bhalth..." T'dry claps as the blue finds a lifemate, grinning wildly. On the sands, Riell continues to shuffle but sees the blue stop "Who do you suppose he's looking at Kiyana?" On the sands, Kiyana blinks, and blinks again. " Mirehn!" she cheers as it appears the blue has found his lifemate. Her friend gets a beaming smile as she squeezes Riell's hand. On the sands, Caristan grins over at Mirehn and the blue, eyes bright with all the commotion going on around him. On the sands, Lirra gapes a moment, then breaks into a rather large smile at Mirehn. "Kal, look...Mirehn... Catalina smiles. "Waitago..." On the sands, Josira lets out a small "Oo!" as Mirehn Impresses. She looks around at the other eggs wild-eyed. On the sands, Kylandra squeezes Tavaris' hand as the blue Impresses, smiling for her friend before turning her eyes toward the rest of the eggs. Karitha smiles and nods, "Bhalth... Good solid name." Margret WHOOPS and laughs! "Hah! Dinna I say Mirehn was right fer a blue!" She cheers and hugs Loretta snugly. On the sands, Arryn claps softly for the bronze and for the blue who impressed to Mirehn. For the first time in the past sevenday, Arryn seems to be able to express happiness as she watches the dragons around her find their lifemates. On the sands, The Sun-Streaked Sea Sand Egg rocks back and forth a few times. On the sands, Leigha gasps as she drops Mirehn's hand "Shards and shells" On the sands, M'rgan finishes taking the bronze weyrling down the passageway, returning just in time to see Mirehn Impress. His bootheels kick up sand as he hurries over to the lad, his blue eyes ever vigilant for out-of-control hatchlings. "Congratulations, R'ehn. Bhalth. That's a good strong name." D'va says "Yes, you did, Meg." Rilsa chuckles, "Perfect for the blue, yes." Kyleri grins as an apprently popular boy impresses a blue. On the sands, Vahryn beams with pride as a fellow Tillekian impresses, a brown too! And for a time, he forgets that his fingers are meant to be twisting the life from his robe. The proud look on his face broadens as he sees Mirehn..R'ehn impress. Catalina tears up and sniffles. "Oh Faranth, I love this..." What a wuss. On the sands, Kena cannot contain the smile that rises to her face as Mirehn names his blue. She adjusts her robe quickly and redirects her attention to the commotion. On the sands, The Kiwi Kimono Kiss Egg wobbles slightly, almost unnoticeably, barely disturbing the sand around its base. Taira casta quick look at Catalina and grins a little. Ellwiny cheers for the new pair, and settles back against Cirameth, eyes scanning the sands in anticipation of the next shell-breaking. Gina risks a glance at Dorn. Hoshall watches M'rgan with a raised eyebrow, "He's gonna be really tired by the end of this if he is doing it himself. 30 something eggs?" she questions redundantly. On the sands, The Kiwi Kimono Kiss Egg continues to wobble, back and forth, each movement larger than the one before, until it rolls over, startling a newly hatched brown dragonet beside it. On the sands, Leigha gives him and hug and a nudge "Oh, congratulations!" she beams a smile at her friend then steps away, almost tripping over a rocking egg. On the sands, Kalthanan grins at Lirra's comment. "That's wonderful." He watches Mirehn and the blue for the briefest of instances before turning back to the other eggs and emerging hatchlings. On the sands, Bhalth moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. Kassima muses, "Bhalth, eh? Nay bad... nay so melodious as some, but when you come down to it, what does that matter?" From Margret's lap, Loretta smiles, "Cusin Mirehn?" Meg says his name is R'ehn now and Loretta ohs, "Cousin R'ehn?" On the sands, A tiny snout breaks through the hard surface of the wobbling Kiwi Kimono Kiss Egg, and along with it comes an eager crooning. Rilsa smiles, "Brown. A fine colour." D'va grins at Hoshall. "Well, if there's one thing M'rgan likes, it's doing things himself." On the sands, The Loopy Lapis-Lazuli Egg shudders once. On the sands, Riell smiles happily "R'ehn..that sounds nice.." then eyes are reverted back to the eggs. Dorn smiles wildly towards Gina and grabs her hand excitedly. "I won't be nervous, will you?" On the sands, Thud! Crack! The hole in the Kiwi Kimono Kiss Egg widens, bit by tiny bit, until a tiny green dragonet finally breaks through to fall to the sands. On the sands, Silora's eyes crinkle at the corners as her expression reflects pleasure for the new Impression. "R'ehn and Bhalth," she repeats, quick to pick up the honorific from M'rgan and savoring the new names as Belaryth chimes in his pride with a deep-belling bugle. "Yes, just so," the brownrider calls up to her lifemate and sharing a brilliant smile with him before her glance slips down and across to Laurelin. "Beautiful," she states simply, eyes reflecting her sentiments. Kindly Knavish Khaki Green Dragonet Everything about this little green is reminiscent of the jungle. Her hide hearkens to the shade of lush foliage, variegated greens melding with the mottled bronzes into a virtual mosaic, striking to behold. The colors are hardly uniform; bands of darker and lighter shades blend seamlessly, the overall effect somewhat disconcerting to the eye. Lithe and lissome, the hatchling seems to slither, almost utterly lacking in the awkwardness that so many young dragons possess. Her head holds a certain angularity, the usual wedge-shape drawn longer and narrower than the norm but holding no less easy grace than does the rest of her. Talons, perhaps a bit longer than usual, draw more than their share of looks because of their gleam, but are, in fact, a representation of the dragonet as a whole: sharp and polished, and ever-graceful. On the sands, Leigha stumbles as she watches the new weyrling then turns her attention back to the eggs, gasping as a new green emerges. Aberuth bugels happily! A greeen! he loves those greens. On the sands, Tavaris watches R'ehn and Bhalth for a few moments until the cracking of the next egg jolts his attention back to the Sands. His eyes widen as he sees the snout emerge from the next egg and he gives Kylandra's hand a squeeze. "Graceful, she is. Real pretty," he adds, eyes fixed on the green. On the sands, Laurelin smiles proudly as R'ehn takes his honorific, her eyes misting slightly as she watches the pair move off together. Gina has both hands held now, but her reply to Dorn goes unspoken as the gorgeous green hatchling makes her appearance. "She looks like all of Ista!" she breathes. On the sands, R'lym starts to takes step as a Candidate starts to step out of line, but stands back again, when the lad remembers the stern warnings given earlier. "Uncle R'ehn and Bhalth," Keriann quietly points out to the children as the newly paired lifemates move off the sands. Rilsa murmurs, "Remind's me of Melisandeth, she does." as she peers down. On the sands, Riell smiles and then ohhs as she notices the claws "Very pretty green but look at those claws.." A slight step back before she stops herself and continues her shuffle. On the sands, Ranjay's eyes dart around as she slowly paces in a small circle, hands held behind her back. Dorn nods towards Gina, his eyes not leaving the sands. On the sands, Vahryn's brow rise slightly as he sees the green emerge from the remnants of the Kiwi egg, "Very...green." Seems to be all he can come up with at this point as a faint blush rises into his face. Lucky that the heat of the sands has nearly everyone else's faces just as red. On the sands, Kiyana glances at the newest Hatchling as her attention is diverted and takes a step back. A green. Nibbling on her lip, she slides behind Riell, hoping the dragonet doesn't head her way. Nothing against greens, just... she's heard the stories. T'dry grins as a green emerges, glancing over at Kassima, venturing a small smile. On the sands, Kena shifts her weight as the heat of the sands rises inexorably. Her attention is on the green just now shaking off her shards. Kena swallows in her very dry throat. On the sands, R'ehn leads Bhalth towards the others off the sands. On the sands, M'rgan wanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. Kyleri nods as she overhears Rilsa's words." On the sands, Lirra shifts from foot to foot thougtfully, watching the newest green hatchling. "Goodness...she looks like a forest, that little one does," she states, then falls silent again, finger ever twirling one strand of hair. Margret grins at Rilsa, "She does look like tha a bit, eh?" Loretta turns and covers Meg's mouth again. On the sands, Kindly Knavish Khaki Green Dragonet turns her head one way and then the other, carefully reviewing the faces of the surrounding Candidates. She takes no step uncalculated as she seeks her lifemate from among those around her. On the sands, Leigha shifts and shifts again, noones hand to hold, she straightens, looking around with curious eyes, drinking the experience in wholeheartedly. On the sands, Arryn gulps as the green emerges from her shell. She takes another step forward, now pulling almost even with two other candidates as she watches the young one try to find her lifemate. On the sands, Kylandra shifts her weight back onto her heels as the green hatches. "Lovely little one," she comments. On the sands, R'ehn meanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Tumbling from his egg without any perceptible effort, a pale blue hatchling seems more surprised than anything else that his entry into the world was so easy. Carefully picking himself up, the blue takes a moment to collect himself, then rushes directly for a High Reaches Weyr boy, catching himself at the last moment so that he doesn't injure the boy. Looking radiant, the pair join the other newly-Impressed. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg hops to one side. Rilsa grins at Meg and crosses her arms, watching the hatching. Margret rolls her eyes at Loretta and looks bemused. Kassima leans forward and starts to chant, "Kena. Kena, Kena, Kena, Kena." Why she thinks this will help, only Faranth knows. On the sands, Riell looks startled as she glances behind her "What are you doing Kiy?" On the sands, Tavaris rocks on his feet, unable to take his eyes off of the green as she moves with graceful calculation toward the Candidates. He nearly misses the hatching of the little blue, catching sight of it out of the corner of his eyes. He grins widely at the new bluerider. On the sands, M'rgan strolls out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Kena casts a very quick glance as M'rgan returns to the sands. Her emerald eyes are bright with concentration and emotion, and they do not remain for long on the brownrider. She shifts her intense gaze back to the hatchlings. On the sands, Leigha spots Kylandra and walks toward her, making sure to keep eyes peeled for wandering hatchlings. She gives the girl a smile as she stands near her. On the sands, Kiyana hehs quietly, eyes sliding to the other eggs. " Uhm... checking out the view from back here?" T'dry merely chuckles, shaking his head at the greenrider's antics. On the sands, Ranjay starts dragging the toes of her sandals throught he sand as she walks, leaving little tracks behind her that the dry sand fills in just as quickly as they're made. She watches the beautiful little green. On the sands, Kindly Knavish Khaki Green Dragonet stops looking around as she finds what she seeks. She takes one, slow step forward, followed by another and another - increasing in speed as she walks, then runs toward the the Lifemate she has already chosen! Ellwiny's attention darts amongst the new hatchlings, new pairs, and rocking eggs before coming back to rest admiringly on the green. "Looks like I owe someone a half-mark," she comments, not sounding at all dismayed. On the sands, Riell shakes her head and turns back. Seeing the running green and ready to move if need be. On the sands, Tavaris watches the little green pick up speed as she moves, breath catching in his throat. He tenses, prepared to move out of the way if necessary. Margret hisses and waits. On the sands, Leigha watches the green as she starts to run "She's a fast one" she says to herself "don't fall now" Gina leans forward... On the sands, The Rushing River Rift Egg tilts to one side. On the sands, M'rgan rubs his hands together in a 'got that done' gesture as he strides out of the passageway. He ducks around a brown dragonet that is wandering in search of his lifemate to return to his position on the far side of the semi-circle, his eyes on Kena's back as he walks past her. On the sands, Kalthanan watches the green start running. "Look.." On the sands, Kylandra smiles back at Leigha as she steps near, then lets her gaze flick back to the green. On the sands, Looking rather like a chain reaction, three eggs split one right after the other, each releasing a green. The first, a dark, pine color, goes right for a Herder lass. The second, two shades of green swirled to malachite, pauses a moment before finding her lifemate, a boy from Ista Sea Hold. The final of the trio, her hide touched with yellow, seems to be baffled by a pair of girls who look surprisingly alike, finally choosing the taller, a girl from a minor Tillek hold. On the sands, The Handsome Hide-brown Egg shakes from side to side for a moment. On the sands, Kiyana tenses, prepared to run if necessary to avoid the charging green. " Look at her go," she murmurs. On the sands, Lirra's lips part as her eyes open wide, watching carefully and ready to edge to the side should need be. She nods in agreement. "Fast...rather quick. On the sands, The Mild Murky Mustard Egg shakes from side to side for a moment. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg rocks back and forth a few times. On the sands, The Gregarious Glittering Green Egg gives a little hop. From Margret's lap, Loretta oohs, but keeps relativly quiet. On the sands, Leigha grins and nods as she hears Lirra "I'd say so!" she shuffles again, the soles of her sandles starting bake. Gina beams and cheers the Istan! She'd not been able to see him on the sands before now, someone else in the way. And the thought comes unbidden: good, one more Mother won't try to get me to flirt with.. On the sands, Vahryn's eyes go blinkety-blink. "Are they always so sure of who they want?" He asks quietly of the Sattle candidate beside him, while keeping his eyes upon the fast-paced green and her chosen lifemate. On the sands, Ranjay turns, eyes leaving the green for a second, glancing up at the galleries before returning to the eggs and hatchlings. "Look at all the greens there together," Keriann murmurs, as she glances up at her lifemate. Nyth's head curves to look at Keriann briefly before his attention also returns to the Sands. Ellwiny lets out a low whistle at the rapid hatchings and impressions. "Faranth... this'll be over before it starts." On the sands, "Golly!" Tavaris exclaims softly as he watches the three eggs containing greens fly open and the hatchlings find their lifemates. He shakes his head slowly, turning back to keep a wary eye on the green thus far unimpressed. Kassima raises her voice to call over, laughing, "That'd be me, Ellwiny!" Leaning forward yet again, enough to make her perch on Lysseth's foreleg seem precarious indeed, she whistles in admiration. "Oh, *nice* greens. Aye, Lyss, I know-all greens are nice. Now shush and let me watch, eh?" On the sands, Caristan shifts about a bit, trying not to move too much as he gets some hot sand off of his foot. Aberuth humms happily, lifting his head above other dragons so that he and Marie can get a better view. On the sands, The Kindly Knavish Khaki Green Dragonet stares deeply into Lirra's eyes. On the sands, The Gregarious Glittering Green Egg gives a gentle shudder, where it rests cradled in the warm sand. On the sands, Leigha follows Ranjays glance up to the stands, squinting slightly as she trys to see through the haze and churning sand. Finally she gives up, turning her attention back to the rocking eggs. Anaryth nudges Ceara at the release opf so many greens in a row. "Yes, I see it," she says, and then lets out a yell for Lirra. Rilsa applauds. Kyleri blinks. "Hey, I know that girl..." Rilsa waves, "Ceara!" On the sands, The Passionately Prideful Egg jerks to one side a little. On the sands, Kalthanan releases Lirra's hand, stepping away from her and the green directly infront of her. On the sands, The Gregarious Glittering Green Egg tilts and falls over sideways, slowly, as if through water, then is motionless once more. On the sands, Lirra gasps softly, letting go of Kalthanan's hand and falling to her knees, tears streaming joyously from her eyes. "Kaath! She says her name is Kaath! On the sands, Elisanth watches closely to make sure that all remains calm, her great whirling eyes on the cracking eggs and wobbly dragonets constantly. T'dry calls over to Kassima. "And I hope you have another half mark to go with that one too!" He claps, looking at Avroth with a new respect. On the sands, A pale grey egg suddenly splits into splinters, sending its rather nervous-looking brown occupant tumbling to the ground. Apparently wary of everything, including the white-robed people before him, the little fellow finally finds a friend in a dark-haired Seacraft apprentice lass. On the sands, A slight -crack- is heard above the general noise, and a series of small fissures begin running across the surface of the Gregarious Glittering Green Egg, spreading from a small hole where a tiny snout can be seen poking out. On the sands, Arryn watches the green dart directly over to Lirra. Perhaps with the first pang of jealousy, she watches the impression made and smiles happily for her friend. On the sands, Tavaris watches the green come to a halt near Lirra, his face lighting up when he realizes what's happening. He beams at her, calling quiet congratulations. Ceara smiles over to Rilsa. "Oh, hi there! I didnt even see you, thats what I get for being late." She walks over that way. On the sands, Leigha bounces on her toes and waves to Lirra as she watches the impression. On the sands, " Oh... Lirra," Kiyana sighs with a brilliant smile as the green chooses her lifemate. Her hand squeezes Riell's as she calls out her congradulations to the pair. On the sands, Riell relaxes a bit as she sees the green stop and watches Lirra expectantly. Licking dry lips and nodding "Kaath is a good name and turns back as she hears a crack. On the sands, Taura quickly skirts the semi-circle of Candidates to stop near Lirra and Kaath, uttering congratulations and guiding them off the sands. Kassima makes a face at T'dry. "Didn't we wager a *quarter* mark?" she asks hopefully. "Can't be too regretful, though. Kaath! 'Tis an interesting name, yea verily." On the sands, Fissures rapidly spread across the entire shell of the Gregarious Glittering Green Egg, and the hole widens suddenly and forcefully, the egg shattering in one movement and falling away, exposing the glistening green body that was inside. On the sands, Silora nearly tugs her hand out of Laurelin's grasp as she attemps an aborted clap of pleasure at the latest Impression. "Oh, lovely-did you see, Laurel?" she questions, sotto voice, delight lacing her tone. Gentle Grapefruit Green Dragonet Soft and muted yellow green envelopes this diminutively rotund dragonet's hide in a deceptively rough appearance. Although her hide looks as coarse as a grapefruit's outer layer, with its miniscule latticework of bumpy yellow layered over velvety, pale green, it is as soft as any newborn dragonet's. And like the revealing of fruit beneath peel, her underbelly and glistening underwings hold a hint of tart pink surprise. With a gently curved muzzle, her dragon-face holds an enthusiasm for what lies ahead. From the darker yellow headknobs to her sharp, deep green-black talons, she is an artists dream, with a frame of all gracefully fluid curves and no angles, flowing from one limb to another. Time may slim those curves into something less pudgy, but nothing will ever erase them. Margret leans forwatrd and watches, Loretta starting to yawn slightly. On the sands, With hatchlings darting towards their intendeds, eggs jerking side to side, and candidates dodging, Kena has little attention to spare for anything except her surroundings. She happens to be looking toward Lirra when Kaath makes her choice known. Kena smiles widely before side-stepping a lurching brown. Ellwiny laughs out loud, her eyes seeking and locating Kassima in the crowd, then finds herself applauding yet another Impression. "Kaath, eh?" Cirameth rumbles his approval, and the bluerider laughs again. On the sands, The Dim Dusky Damask Egg twitches slightly. On the sands, Laurelin nods, the energetic shaking of her head shaking loose a braid that was carefully tucked up into a knot at the back of her head. "I did.." she breathes, voice soft with wonder and amazement. Even after seeing this so many times before, it is still amazing to her. On the sands, Leigha eyes widen as she watches another greem emergs "Lovely" she just sighs and watches and shifts. T'dry chuckles. "Four to one on green AND the girl. You can't expect even payment on such an unlikely wager on my part..." Somewhere, one of T'dry's Bitran ancestors is likely smiling. On the sands, Vahryn blinks again as he finally sees the green and Lirra. A happy smile seems to settle onto his features as he voices a triumphant 'Yes!' at the sight of Lirra's impression. In fact he's so wrapped up in watching the weyrling pair, he misses the hatching of the latest green. On the sands, Tavaris's smile is just as wide as he turns to see the newest green hatchling. "All pretty and round," he whispers to Kylandra, unmindful for the moment of the hot sands under his sandals. Dorn grins towards Gina for a moment. On the sands, Kylandra nods quietly to Tavaris. "Yeah...pretty," comes her echo. On the sands, Gentle Grapefruit Green Dragonet turns shards to dust as she steps forth from the region of her shell and unfurls her dewy wings for added balance. Moving with a daintiness surprising in a dragonet so plump she slowly curves her neck as she surveys the sands with garnet touched eyes and gains her bearings. On the sands, Riell smiles at the newest green and watches a few other hatchlings wander about before looking back at the green. Her feet still shiftling. "Tell you what," Kassi temporizes. "I'll pay a mark, *if'n* you'll let me test your mettle in a knife-throwing contest later. Three quarters goes to whoever wins." Somewhere, all of Kassi's guard relatives are laughing their heads off... but *she* manages to look perfectly innocent. And admiring, of course. "What a lovely lassling!" she says of the new green. On the sands, Kiyana glances at the second green and sighs again, her feet shifting. She is pretty... but still... violet eyes wander the eggs. Something about her just doesn't seem partial to greens. On the sands, A cloudy coral egg twirls and rolls into a dark one, cracking both eggs open! The two hatchlings that emerge from them, a Blue and a Green, looks none-worse for the wear and promptly move toward the circle of Candidates to find their mates. Talyon mutters something like "Ooh, beautiful little one !", then wipes a tear away from his eyes. On the sands, Leigha shifts again, watching the green carefully, noticing the different colours now, something she never really looked at before. On the sands, The Mild Murky Mustard Egg tilts to one side. Margret, thankfully, is Telgar High Hills, born and bred. She's not the gambling sort in general, and is content to take her daughters view and just watch. On the sands, Silora shifts her stance, both to ease feet heated to an uncomfortable degree by the sands, and to enable her to reach up and pluck out a few pins loosened as Laurelin's braid fell. Passing them to the weyrwoman, she offers a confident smile. "It's a wonderful clutch, and," her smile shading to the indulgently wry, "Belaryth's nearly dinning my ears with proud comments every move the eggs and hatchlings make." On the sands, Ranjay steps a little farther to the side, though she's not aware of it. An almost impish grin appears on her face as she watches everything happen seemingly all at once. On the sands, Tavaris absently clenches his free hand into a fist as he watches the green's wings spread. He straightens his shoulders, standing tall, attention taken from that green as another green and blue hatch in quick succession. On the sands, Kalthanan watches Lirra and her new lifemate before wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. T'dry shakes his head, laughing. "How about an even half mark - and a message to Fort next time your Lysseth gets proddy." Typical bronzerider... Rilsa smiles at Ceara, "How goes?" Her eyes drifting back and forth from Ceara to the sands. On the sands, Cracking into several jagged pieces, a smallish egg reveals an absolutely tiny celery-green dragonet. Surprisingly coordinated, she picks her way across the hot sand and butts into an equally tiny girl. The Telgar girl's yelp of surprise turns into a gasp as she meets the hatchling's gaze. Kassima grins slyly and affirms, "Deal." Hey, anyone who wants to be within a hundred measures of ProddyKassi deserves what they get. "Now, that green down there... *she'll* surely be for Kena. Good, strong green clutch, this." T'dry then looks up at Avroth again. "What? Which one?" He turns to look back out at the candidates on the sands. On the sands, Arryn watches Kalthanan and finds that she, too, is beginning to sweat. A quick swipe of her forehead with a robe sleeve takes care of that, then she jumps as the Telgar girl three people away from her impresses. On the sands, Gentle Grapefruit Green Dragonet moves slowly across the hatching grounds, her tail leaving a rudder like trail behind her wake in the sand. A movement of white robes captures her attention and with an enthusiastic sounding bugle she moves to investigate, perhaps here she will find the one she searches for. On the sands, Leigha rolls her shoulders, trying to ease the tension just a little bit. As each new pair impresses, her grin widens, looking totally happy for everyone. Ellwiny's eyes pick out a small cluster of Ista's candidates near her on the ledges, and watches them thoughtfully. "Soon..." she murmurs, then peers back out at the sands. "Looks like Reaches's got a new batch of pretty greens." On the sands, Vahryn's gaze is drawn to the mound of eggs as yet another one of the ovoid shapes starts to tilt and twitch within the confines of their sandy nest, "Another?" He asks of the girl beside him as he receives a nudge in the ribs as the girl from Telgar impresses the celery green. On the sands, M'rgan, arms crossed in front of him, rocks from side to side as he watches some of the assistant weyrlingmasters move to help the newest weyrlings. His gaze veers away from them when the weyrlingmasters seem to have the task well in hand and moves towards the plump green dragonet. He tenses, ready to shout out a warning if she should charge. Margret looks at Kassima and grins. Anotehr member of the 'Kena for greenrider' club. One day... Meg strokes Loretta's hair softly, teh little girl tryign hard to stay awake. On the sands, The Nice Normal Neutral Egg shakes from side to side for a moment. On the sands, Kena jumps in surprise as the gentle grapefruit dragonet lets a bugle sound near her. She wipes her palms on her robes. On the sands, Riell licks her lips again and runs her free hand down her robe, trying to dry it a bit. She grins and watches. On the sands, Tavaris is startled by the bugle of the little green, so rapt was his attention on the little girl from Telgar. Nearly jumping, he turns in a hurry to watch the hatchling approaching the Candidates. Ceara shrugs. "Imust've picked up soemthing traveling to allthose palces during Search, I just got over itin time for this, so far I think my illness was well worth it,look at all the pairings that've been made already! She watches with her usual fascination. On the sands, Gentle Grapefruit Green Dragonet hovers near a group of candidates, her wings fanning out and closing in once then twice as she cranes her neck to find the source that draws her. Finally one of the taller candidates steps aside and a female candidate is revealed. Stepping forward the lovely green dragonet lowers her head and approaches almost shyly, her green hide makes a striking contrast to the midnight hair of the candidate. On the sands, As the green bugles Leigha jumps, tension flooding back worse then before. She bites her lip and winces. On the sands, The Gentle Grapefruit Green Dragonet stares deeply into Riell's eyes. On the sands, Lirra is still kneeling before Kaath, then gasps. "Oh...oh yes! We can find food!" She rises and dashes away the tears but not the smile as she and the green hurry towards the passageway. On the sands, Lirra watches with a small, affectionate smile as Kaath wanders away. On the sands, Laurelin holds out her hand for the hairpins, and smiles into Silora's eyes. "I am getting the same from Elisanth...as you know." She reaches up and tucks the pins haphazardly back into her hair, though a few braids still hang loose, she doesn't care. On the sands, Lirra meanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Taura wanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, R'lym stands with his arms folded across his chest, a smile planted on his face, He looks over toward Laurelin approvingly, then leans to Darci, "Beautiful! Everyone a tribute to their grand-dam and grand-sire!" He winks. On the sands, Kiyana jerks at the bugle, hand going to her stomach as she stares at the green. " Oh, my," she murmurs. " My poor sto- Riell!!" Candidate hurries away as her friend Impresses, violet eyes filling with tears. " Oh, Rie! Oh!" Speechless? Seems like it. On the sands, The Crooked Copper Cuneiform Egg rocks gently, as if buoyed by the waves of sand surrounding it. On the sands, Appearing as he does in the aftermath of a clutchmate's hatching, this brilliantly cobalt blue stumbles, almost unnoticed, to land at the feet of a rather nearsighted boy from High Reaches Hold. The boy doesn't move for several moments, then reaches a trembling hand to help his new lifemate rise. On the sands, Arryn grins for Riell as the girl from Fort impresses another of the gaggle of greens that have come out at the beginning of the hatching.. or would this be the middle now? She contemplates this for just a moment or two. On the sands, Leigha jumps and claps, excitef for her friend "See, told ya Riell" she grins happily.. On the sands, Taura meanders out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Riell blinks and falls to her knees in front of the green "Her name is Gezilth.." somehow letting go of Kiyana's hand in the process. On the sands, The Crooked Copper Cuneiform Egg wobbles more insistently, as if annoyed by the lack of attention it is recieving. Rilsa nods, "A fine impression." On the sands, Caristan grins over at Riell happily, moving a bit further away from the newly impressed pairs to give them more room. On the sands, A loud thumping can be heard coming from the wobbling Crooked Copper Cuneiform Egg, and soon after, branching cracks appear in the surface of its hard shell. Difficult for anyone to -not- notice this egg now. On the sands, Kylandra smiles at the newest pair, then lets her eyes roam back out ofver the sands. On the sands, Taura returns in time to see Riell and Gezilth find each other, and moves to make sure all is well. On the sands, With a flurry of falling shards, the Crooked Copper Cuneiform Egg shatters into pieces and a delicate green dragonet emerges from what is left of the shell. T'dry wipes a tear. "She stood for Avroth's clutch at Fort, too." He looks up sharply, hopefully noone saw that little wipe. Fine sand in the eye, y'know? On the sands, Leigha tears her eyes way from Riell to look at the loud egg, she grins "Now there's one who want's to be noticed" On the sands, Another wince passes Vahryn's features at the sound of the green's shrill bugle and at the temperature of the sands. Bluish eyes blink though as the green's vocalisation turns into impression! He turns his head slightly at the sight of the Crooked Copper egg starting to twitch and start. Dorn glances over at Gina. "A lot of greens." Curvaceous Celadon Green Dragonet The base color for this hatchling's hide is a rather dull gray-green, reminiscent of sagebrush and other such desert plants. Singularly unremarkable, except perhaps in its utter plainness, it makes the young green stand out somewhat simply because of her lack of pizzazz. As she lifts her head, though, she reveals a cravat-like coil of citrine color, which broadens as it runs along her neck to her underbelly and then narrows again as it reaches the tip of her tail. Upon closer look, hints of that same orange-yellow shine along her back, fading lightly to paler yellow and white in places. As the green moves, the lightest yellows seem to shift, giving the formerly dull-seeming hide a lustrous appearance. One single band of pale green-white appears to undulate with the hatchling's movements, making it apparent that, despite what one might think upon their first glance of this little green, she's anything but plain. On the sands, Josira smiles congratulations as one of her friends among the Candidates Impresses. Sweats beads on her forehead from the heat of the Sands. On the sands, The Quintessentially Quaint Quince Egg tilts to one side. On the sands, Gezilth moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. Kassima repeats, "Gezilth. Gezilth?" Tilting her head first this way and then that, considering, she finally decides, "I like that! Nay name's as good as 'Lysseth,' a'course, but I *like* tha-and hey, look! Another green! Kena, Kena, Kena!" One-track mind? Oh, just maybe. After all, Kena's *evil* enough to be a great greenrider. On the sands, The Rushing River Rift Egg shakes from side to side for a moment. On the sands, As the green stops before Riell, Tavaris's bright smile returns. He grins wildly, lifting one hand in salute to the pair. A cracking sound is heard from the eggs and the young man turns back to watch the striations widen and another green emerge. On the sands, A dark blue egg cracks, with a report heard across the Hatching grounds, even in the chaos. The mossy-green hatchling that spills to the sand seems much less bothered by the chaos than most of her clutchmates, and starts to prowl through the Candidates even as a second, greyish-red egg hatches to reveal a slightly larger hatchling. Despite the time between their hatchings, the pair Impress at almost the same time, to two boys from Benden Hold, one a Winecraft apprentice. On the sands, Leigha blinks as the egg bursts open "Green, and lovely" she peers closer, trying to get a good look. On the sands, Laurelin beams over at R'lym proudly, overhearing his words to Darci. On the sands, Riell stands up slowly and nods as she moves with Gezilth, looking down at the small green. On the sands, Riell meanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. T'dry walks two steps towards Kassima. "Avroth says that one..." he points to Leigha "...has a bit of brownrider about her. Double or nothing on that? And no knives." On the sands, Kaath moves out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Kiyana ignores the newly hatched green, still watching her friend and her new lifemate, a smile on her lips. " Congrats," she murmurs as she watches her leave. On the sands, Ranjay's movements are a little faster, shaking the sand out of her sandals again. Distracted by the green, with one foot in the air, she wobbles a bit before regaining her balance. Ellwiny shakes her head at the appearance of yet another green. "Shards, but there're a lot of them. Not that any male dragon's minding," she notes, as her lifemate stretches his neck out for a better look. On the sands, Curvaceous Celadon Green Dragonet lifts a foot and looks back at it's own shell. She looks up at the sea of resolute faces as if reluctant. Deep liquid eyes search for something familar in this new and seemingly lstile place. Surely, amonnt the reolute faces there is one for her heart. On the sands, Taura guides Kaath back to her lifemate. On the sands, Kaath moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. Avroth actually turns and looks at Ellwiny. He rumbles quite pleasantly, then turns his muzzle back to the sands, resuming his low hummmmmm. Ceara mutters to Rilsa, "Will you look at all those greens? I'm almost concerned...." Rilsa nods. Kassima squints down at the Candidate, dubious. "I'm nay the best at guessing Candidates...." Obviously. "I know nay whether I could stand t'lose a full mark. What say, instead of a mark, I'll split a 'skin or bottle of whatever liquor you favor with you? Or give you a 'skin, if'n you like cheap stuff." Hoshall glances back to Ceara, "How many was that? I lost count." On the sands, Arryn looks at this green, suprised at how so many dragons have such different shades of color - she stares at the hide of this little one, then finally has to shake her head to clear out the cobwebs, so to speak. Another swipe of her hand clears off some sweat from her forehead and face. On the sands, Emerging with painful slowness from a pale egg, a tiny brown seems rather puzzled by his surroundings. After a bit of investigation, though, he seems much more comfortable, and soon makes his way to an Igen Hold lad. Karitha chuckles, "Hey, greens are a good thing, thank you very much.: On the sands, Leigha does get a good look as the little dragon stands for a moment, then does the shoulder roll again, easing tension slightly. not bugle this time to send her jumping. Rilsa grins at Kari, "But too much of a good thing.." On the sands, Tavaris finally feels the heat of the Sand through his sandals and shifts his weight from one foot to the other in an effort to alleviate the discomfort. Still holding Kylandra's hand, he watches the uniquely marked little green as she looks among the Candidates. Ceara says "I did too, that's what concerns me." Xanalth certainly thinks so. If dragon's could carry banners, his would read: Greens! More greens! T'dry chuckles. "A mug of some good ale for me, or a skin of wine if Avroth is wrong. Which he never is." Ceara smiles over to Karitha. "Anaryth certainly thinks so." On the sands, M'rgan moves towards a few Candidates that are close to him, urging them to tighten up the semi-circle. On the sands, Kylandra releases the grip of the girl on her right, wiping a sweaty palm on the side of her robe. Eyes trained on the green, she slides her hand back into the girl's once more. On the sands, The Nifty Nacreous Nautilus Egg shudders once. On the sands, The Fair-weather Fickle Egg shivers a bit. Kassima nods determinedly. "Make certain the wine is Benden, and you've a deal, bronzerider." On the sands, Curvaceous Celadon Green Dragonet blinks against the harsh sand as a smaller Candidate kicks up a cloud of dust in his eagernes to get out of the way. She shakes her head and falls over to one side for a moment. Her progress is slow, but courage is part of the Blood and the long trek to this moment is her On the sands, Kena murmurs to a candidate who bumps into her, "Careful, Dearie. You don't want to trip when these beauties are rushing towards us." On the sands, Caristan follows the brownriders instructions and moves in closer to the candidate to his right. On the sands, Startlingly dark in contrast to the shards of her nearly-white egg, a hunter green hatchling pauses a moment to shake a bit of shell from her foot, very nearly losing her balance in the process. Balance and composure regained at the same time, she slowly regards each Candidate, then, as if unable to contain her hunger any longer, very suddenly chooses a girl from Tillek Hold. T'dry smiles. "I won't tell Lady Ferrah you said that, but you've a deal." Ellwiny grins down at Karitha from her perch. "Don't worry, I'm not complaining." Though she does nod agreement at Rilsa's comment. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg hops to one side. On the sands, Tavaris cringes as the little green loses her balance, relaxing when she stands right back up. He looks to his left and sees the dark green hatchling find the girl from Tillek, grinning his congratulations. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg shakes from side to side for a moment. On the sands, Silora scans the eggs and candidates still scattered across the grounds, taking note of those hatched and Impressed already. Seeing the arrival of the small brown hatchling, a smile upcurves her lips. Skirts flowing about her ankles as she alters her stance again, she returns Laurelin's comment with a chuckle, dark eyes gleaming with pleasure. "Stands to reason, especially with all going -so- well." On the sands, Laurelin's smile couldn't be any prouder. She wipes the sweat from her brow, and looks here and there, trying to take all of it at the same time, not wanting to miss a single thing happening here in front of her. On the sands, Kalthanan takes a step in Leigha's direction to help tighten the semi-circle a bit. Stepping close to the girl, he offers his hand out to her. On the sands, Vahryn takes a step or two forwards as he sees his fellow doing the same, tightening up the semi-circle that rings the sands. "Look!" He whispers to the Sattle girl beside him, "Another impression!" The boy's eyes marvelling at the sight as the Tillekian girl helps the hunter green off the sands. On the sands, The Curvaceous Celadon Green Dragonet stares deeply into Kena's eyes. On the sands, Leigha smiles gratefully at Kalthanan as she takes his hand, herself moving just a bit closer. On the sands, Shifting her position, Darci nods congratalations to one of the new weyrlings she'd had a chance to get to know. "It's wonderful every time. Different and wonderful!" Taira watches, and almost immediately covers her ears, expecting the scream. Kyleri glances aside at Taira, curious. On the sands, The Fragile Fellis Flower Egg rocks purposefully. No mere shuddering or wobbling for this one. Rilsa appluads and waits for Kassi's reaction. Kassima doesn't just cheer, she *yells*, "Woooooooo-*hoo*! You have *wonderful* taste, green-lady! Fantastic!" Could she possibly be *any* more jubilant? It's doubtful. Especially since this means she's won three-quarters of a mark. On the sands, M'rgan stops his speech to a Candidate about watching out for the hatchlings as he sees the dragonet approach Kena. His mouth drawing open dumbly, he can only stare in shock. His feet are frozen in place. On the sands, One small egg knocks into another, and the pair quietly hatch almost simultaneously. The first hatchling, a deep blue in hue, stumbles immediately to a nearby Keroon lad. The second, her damp wings looking a darker green than their actual minty shade, follows the blue and gently butts the boy next to the Keroon lad, this one from High Reaches Hold. On the sands, Caristan grins over at Vahryn, still excited about the mass confusion. On the sands, Kiyana hands clap in joy as Kena Impresses, violet eyes alight as she shifts from foot to foot. " Oh, Kena," she murmurs. " Never was there a better choice." Jannea cheers for Kena, her fostermother! On the sands, A loud thumping,from the inside of the hard shell, now accompanies the steady rocking of the Fragile Fellis Flower Egg. Rilsa smirks, "Serves Mart right that Kena's got a green." On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg tilts to one side. "Kena," Keriann says, pointing to the Candidate on the Sands with a green dragon right before her. The children with her start bouncing and screaming immediately, while Keriann says, "Shards," underneath her breath, her lips curved slightly as she watches. Kyleri winces at the shouting. Jannea hugs her fostersibs and holds Kegan who starts to cry. On the sands, The Fragile Fellis Flower Egg cracks, once, twice, thrice in rhythm to its methodical rocking, and pieces of the shell fall away, here and there. On the sands, Laurelin gives Silora a sidelong, wary glance. "Uh oh, you had to say that, didn't you?" She breaks into a smile. Dorn claps his hands together softly. Ellwiny ponders, studying the tourmaline egg from afar. "Blue?" she wonders, then blinks at the cry that goes up from the ledges at this newest impression, and quickly looks towards Kena and her lifemate. Karitha chuckles, "I guess the weyr needs to find another Headwoman now." On the sands, Without too much more fuss, the Fragile Fellis Flower Egg breaks open and a blue hatchling's head appears, then his body. He shakes a shard from his snout and looks about him. Gina turns loose of Dorn's hand as he claps. On the sands, Arryn goes through an interesting range of emotions as she watches Kena, the headwoman who was her foster mother here at High Reaches just a few turns ago, impress a green. Her elation wins out, however, and she applauds vigorously. Fantastically Fond Frosted-Blue Dragonet Shattering his egg with a great shove and fantastic eagerness to escape, this pale-colored blue has a perfect mix of whites and blues in his hide. The tip of his snout is dotted with dark blue patches, his flanks and wings bearing very pale swatches of lavendar and sky-blue. A few flashy curves of frosted white near his fore- and hindlegs make his movements look even more definitive. His eyes gaze fondly around, tinged with hunger and excitement, but mostly concentrating on helping his brothers and sisters who aren't quite so steady on their feet. Swaying steps, carefully placed to make sure his siblings aren't hurt as they struggle free, move him off the mound. He calls in a feathery voice to a newly-hatched brown brother, nudging him back to his wobbly feet with his own snout, and only after there aren't any more to help does he turn his fiery charisma toward the white-robed bodies in front of him. On the sands, Kena's jaw drops open at first. She'd been attending the stumbling candidate beside her, mothering him, if the truth be known. She shakes her head and reaches to touch the green muzzle before her. Her pent-up emotion breaks in her throat as she says, "Oh, Cymrith. Yes, I will. Always." Xanalth buggggggles a greating, his exuberance sounding in the musical tone of his voice. On the sands, Kylandra smiles appreciatively at the newest blue's hatching. "He's handsome," she murmers to those nearby. D'va sighs and nods to Karitha. "I guess this means Mani runs things .. at least for now." He actually says that without breaking into a grin. On the sands, Taura moves toward Kena and Cymrith, congratulating both. On the sands, Kiyana turns her gaze on the newly hatched blue, hope welling in her eyes again as she watches him, rubbing her hands together. " Ohh, handsome," she murmurs, unconsiously echoing Kylandra. Miran smiles and claps along with everyone else. On the sands, Tavaris catches sight of Kena's Impressing the green, looking back just in time to see the pale blue crack shell. He sighs happily, nodding at Kylandra's comment. "Sure is. Charming too." On the sands, Leigha smiles over at Kena and chuckles "Oh, a green, now /that/ will be interestin" she gazes over at the blue that's hatching, looking at it closely On the sands, Ranjay squeals and claps as she sees Kena impress, grinning from ear to ear. Standing still for only a moment before the hot sands have her moving again. On the sands, Vahryn catches Caristan's grin and returns it with one of his own, his eyes ever on the look out for those roving dragonets that have 'Very Sharp Claws'. "There's another!" He points out to the girl of Sattle hold. But whether he means Kena's impression, or the emergence of the blue isn't clear. Taira nods to Kyleri as she uncovers her ears, and says, "I figured Kassima would shout us all out." On the sands, R'lym chuckles at Darci and points toward Kena and Cymrith, "Looks like you need a new Headwoman!" Kyleri nods to Taira. "Good bet..." Ceara stops clapping for Kena and Cymrith in time to see the frosted blue hatch. "Oh, good! Another blue..." She looks a tad bit relieved. On the sands, Taura chuckles overhearing the weyrleader's comment as she guides the new pair off the sands. Keriann bends down, her arms wrapped around the children as she murmurs to them about how /nice/ it is that Mama Kena has her lifemate. "Cymrith," she finally says with a smile, it having taken a while for her to hear the green's name. On the sands, Leigha glances over at M'gren, giggling at his expression. On the sands, Darci nods to R'lym, "Yes, so it seems." On the sands, M'rgan turns shocked eyes to the ledges, where his children are, as the dumbfounded facade drops off his face and is replaced by one of pleased astonishment and a little worry. Wrinkles of concern form on the corner of his eyes but his smile beams brightly at all. He tries to meet Kena's eyes before she and Cymrith are lead off of the Sands. On the sands, Kena puts her hand on the little green's neck. "Come with me, Dearestheart. There's food this way." As she leads the small dragon toward the food, her eyes meet M'rgan's with a complex flash of emerald: triumph, love, sadness. On the sands, Laurelin hears R'lym's comment, and her smile fades a moment. She looks out and across the eggs, to see Kena walking away with one of the hatchlings. She laughs. "Looks like it, doesn't it?" Rilsa has partially disconnected. Kassima has disconnected. On the sands, Silora laughs merrily, ebullience unshaken by Laurel's cynical teasing. "I don't think Belaryth would stand by to let anything go wrong. Or Elisanth," she adds, features creasing with an assured smile, pleasure to great to be at all dimmed. "And unless I missed one, the first was a bronze; and that always means good luck. So maybe it won't be -too- hard to find a new Headwoman," she quips. On the sands, Kena strolls down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Cymrith moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Leigha gives kalthanan's hand a squeeze, both reassuring him and herself as she watches the blue hatchling. Miran just sighs and twists her hair around a finger. On the sands, The Quiet Queerly Quilted Egg rocks back and forth a few times. Rilsa shifts her weight to her other foot and watches the sands. She chews on her lower lip, watching a candidate quietly. On the sands, Fantastically Fond Frosted-Blue Dragonet takes a careful step forward, avoiding bumping into an Egg nearby from which its resident is frantically trying to break free. He moved slowly and deliberately toward the waning circle of Candidates. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg hops to one side. On the sands, Kalthanan gives Leigha a little smile as he shifts his position slightly. On the sands, Kiyana quietly watches the blue, hands clenched before her as she stands quietly in her place, shifting from foot to foot. On the sands, R'lym nods back at Laurelin and laughs, "Well, maybe we should pick someone that jst .can't. be Searched next time!" On the sands, A bead of sweat rolls down Tavaris's nose, dripping onto his robe. He absently wipes at his face, rubbing the moisture off and then shaking his hand. Rocking back and forth, he attentively watches the steps of the blue. On the sands, Laurelin echoes Silora's laughter, and nods. "I hope not." She looks up at the queen and her mate. "I think if those two were any prouder, they'd burst at the seams...especially Belaryth. You'd think he'd never fathered a clutch before." Her attention is brought back by a loud nearby crack, and she sees a blue nearby emerge from his egg. On the sands, Kylandra watches the blue quietly, lifting first one foot and then the other, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face. On the sands, Arryn packs herself in with the remaining candidates and watches the blue and the dwindling numbers of eggs that have yet to hatch. She is bumped by one lad a foot taller than her, but is able to keep herself standing straight, even up on her tiptoes. On the sands, Laurelin grins over at R'lym again, and nods. "Maybe we could have an old auntie next time? A -tough- old auntie, that is." She chuckles. On the sands, Leigha lifts one baked sandle then the other, turning the sole upward to inspect "Shards, there goes a perfectly good pair of sandles. On the sands, Vahryn wipes at his forehead with already sweaty fingers, before tracing them along the leg of his robe, leaving a smear against the white fabric. His attention, for the mean time is focused in on the blue hatchling that roves the sands, but every once in a while he glances back to the mound of dwindling eggs, taking in the movement of the Quilted and Tricolour eggs. On the sands, Crooning piteously even as he emerges from his shell, a sea-blue hatchling stumbles about the Sands. Despite his anxiety and the red-whirling of his eyes, he can't seem to find a lifemate. Finally, though, he nuzzles a young girl from the Seacraft Hall, his crooning turning from anxious to delighted. Torinth emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before she glides to a swift landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands. Ceara squints, to see if she knows the Seacraft girl. She shakes her head, realizing she doesnt know as many of them as she used to at these events. Ellwiny closely follows the movements of the young blue, her gaze frankly admiring. "He's not quite as handsome as you, though, Cira." On the sands, Her mouth quirking to a wry grin, Silora remarks lightly, "Given draconic memory, it -is- a lot like thie first time he's sired a clutch." Eyes dancing with good humor, she adds, "And...it's different, Elisanth being a queen from his own weyr. He's very proud." Belaryth emphasizes this with another trumpet as a blue appears, head swinging as he attempts to keep an eye on all the hatchlings and shaking eggs at the same time. On the sands, The Vanishing Varnished Violet Egg shivers a bit. On the sands, Fantastically Fond Frosted-Blue Dragonet moves faster, finally 'free' of other Hatchlings that 'need' his help. His eyes whirl, finally, in realization that there's one -Other- that needs his help Desparately. From among the Candidates, he seeks. On the sands, Ranjay is still where she was originally standing, a little away from the rest of the candidates. Blinking in surprise, she moves to join them, taking quick, small steps. On the sands, Leigha glances over at the blue, noticing that search look and chuckles softly. On the sands, The young High Reaches Hold lad with the spikey red hair stands nervously shaking as he gazes about the unwavering sands. Behind him hatches a magnificant sea-water blue dragonet, fighting his way from his shell to perch proudly on a small mound of sand. The dragonet's angular head pivots as he looks about the sands, trying to find the *one*. Bright whirling eyes fall onto the spikey hair lad, sparking the fire of determination in the blue. So determind in fact, he manages to only bowl the young boy over. On the sands, Tavaris shifts his weight from one foot to the other, turning to watch the little blue wander out toward the Candidates. Running a hand through his now-damp hair, he smooths out the white robe he's wearing, eyes riveted to the blue, taking note of its progress. Amylith emerges from the tunnel to the bowl, circling momentarily before she glides to a swift landing on on one of the ledges overlooking the sands. On the sands, Kiyana watches the blue, one hand leaving the other to grip her fire-gold braid. Quietly, she nibbles on her lip as she shifts from foot to foot, violet gaze never leaving the hatchling before her. M'verick slides gracefully down from Amylith's neckridges under the loving and watchful eye of his lifemate. M'kla climbs down from Torinth's neck. On the sands, Kalthananshakes his head a bit. "He almost looks like a Master stalking the classroom," Kal comments to Leigha, but his eyes stay on the blue until another cracking egg catches his eye. Kyleri waves over to Ric. "Heya!" On the sands, Kylandra's eyes lock on the blue who matches their hue as he picks up his pace, and she licks her lips again, nervously. Miran dangles her feet over the ledge and swings one repetitively. On the sands, The Dim Dusky Damask Egg hops to one side. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg twitches slightly. On the sands, Leigha nods to Kalthanan and smiles "doesn't he? He'll find the one I'm sure" She takes another look toward the blue, wiping her brow of sweaty drips. On the sands, A faint grin quirks the edges of Vahryn's mouth upwards as he watches the impression of the spikey haired High Reachian candidate, "Y'think it was his hair that made the blue chose him?" He absently muses to the Sattle candidate as he rubs a sweaty hand against the side of his robe, feet shifting as he does so. On the sands, Ranjay brushes sweat damp hear back off her face, eyes darting once again into the galleries for a fleeting second. M'verick swings down from Amylith and heads over to Kyleri when he notices her in the crowd. "Heyla! I almost didn't get to make it! How much did I miss?" Kyleri says "It's maybe halfway over. A girl I met at Benden impressed. Lirra? Was that her name?" Taira's lifemate rumbles a greeting over all of the humming he does for Amylith, and Taira waves at him enthuiastically. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg shakes from side to side for a moment. On the sands, The Passionately Prideful Egg tilts to one side. Amylith trills to the other dragons, but especialy to the big Igen brown before settling down to watch the little eggs on the sands. "Oh good!" M'verick breaths, waving to Taira now. "At least I get to watch some of it." Talyon nods to Kyleni. "Lirra and Kaath", he says, upset. Dorn grins and waves over towards M'verick. "Hey there" he whispers as he takes Gina's hand again in excitement, his eyes falling back to the still wandering blue. On the sands, Tavaris looks from the blue to the rocking eggs, doing some rocking himself as the heat from the Sands permeates his sandals. He blinks the sweat out of his eyes and wipes his forehead with the side of his arm, rolling his shoulders as he continues to watch and wait. Imago has left. Miran whistles to Imago, who flits up to perch on her shoulder. Gina doesn't notice the Istan rider, intent on the sands. She licks her lips unconsciously. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg gives a little hop. On the sands, Leigha wipes sweaty hands on her robe, making the white material slightly stained, she frowns then shrugs "Oh well" she mutters, they not looking on the outside. On the sands, Fantastically Fond Frosted-Blue Dragonet slowly, somewhat unsteadily, turns as he gets close to the Candidates at long last. He looks over one trader lad very carefully before moving on, then stopping finally at a Candidate. His change in stance seems to say 'This one needs my help.' Ellwiny looks over the remaining eggs, her eyes falling once again on the tourmaline egg. "Yes, blue, I think," she comments, then looks around for Kassima. Not spying the greenrider, she shrugs and returns to her vigil. On the sands, The Fantastically Fond Frosted-Blue Dragonet stares deeply into Kylandra's eyes. On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg shudders, then sways a little back and forth. On the sands, Leigha retakes Kalthanan's hands and she watches the blues wanderings, looking toward kylandra "Hey! she smiles! On the sands, The Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg continues gently rocking, almost touching its mates on either side in its movements. On the sands, Arryn smiles for Kylandra, the blue taking a liking to the young girl. She inches her way forward, perhaps with a little bit of reckless abandon as she realizes the moment of the hatching is drawing to a close. On the sands, A harsh crack sounds, and a dark, almost vertical line appears on the Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg running rapidly up and down the height of the egg. On the sands, A stark white egg, small in size, bashes rudely into a deliscious grape colored purple egg. The collision sends up a shower of shards, and from the wake, once the dust settles, a delicate morning grass green emerges, quickly followed by a bubbly blue of the berry kind. They seemingly merge into one, the blue slipping into the shadows of the green; they then seperate, both heading in different directions to find their lifemates. On the sands, Tavaris lets Kylandra's hand drop and takes a step away from her as the blue approaches and gazes at her. Grinning from ear to ear, he winks. "Congratulations," he whispers. "Knew you could do it." On the sands, Kylandra blinks once, twice, thrice, then is on her knees, clutching at the beautiful blue's neck. "Fialth! Oh Fialth!" she cries. "Yes, we'll always be together!" Happy tears burst forth from her eyes. On the sands, Vahryn's face brightens as he sees the blue make his choice, "Kylandra impressed!" He excitedly confides in the girl beside him, "And a blue as well, just like in her dream!" And that to him is poetic justice. On the sands, The long cracks on the Tempting Tricolor Tourmaline Egg finally circumnavigate its shell, and the two halves fall away to reveal a glistening brown dragonet, already spreading his wings open to dry them. Tempestuous Tawny Brown Dragonet This brown hatchling looks to have a mixture of both demeanor and color -- he bears tawny, quite feline markings on his hide, making him look sinuous and slender in the light of the cavern. He has a triumphant look on leaving his shell, but as his dark-tan snout swings around to investigate his surroundings, he croons a note that sounds quite revealing. This brown might never be able to keep a secret, and his hungry trumpeting sounds as though everyone will know of his successes and despairs within a breath or two. Trailing wingtips in the sand, as if they're a bit too heavy even for him, he holds his head as high as possible and tromps forward. A slight trip is managed, and he looks up as if conscious of the people watching, and vain about the sand that's now lodged on top of glistening wings, light-fringed wings. A flick in an attempt to dislodge the grains, his maw opening for another creel, and he's on his way again. On the sands, Leigha watches as the new brown emerges trying to look everywhere at once, over the shards and the eggs still to be hatched. On the sands, Taura moves across the sands to Kylandra's side, "Let's get you and...Fialth, is it?....somewhere where you can get acquainted." On the sands, Tavaris looks around the very close blue Fialth to see the handsome brown hatch. He cringes at the trumpeting, breath catching at the trip. Bouncing on his feet, he observes the progress of this latest hatchling. On the sands, Leigha gasps as the brown trips "Shards he's fallin all over the place" Ellwiny chuckles wryly at the hatchling's appearance. "Figures- there's that brown I was looking for earlier." On the sands, Vahryn catches the brown's hatching from the corner of his vision, his throat swallowing the lump that some how got lodged there between Kylandra's impression and the brown's hatching, "Wow.." He mouths before wincing slightly as he keeps track of the brown ungainly movements. On the sands, Caristan moves over a bit closer to Leigha and Vahryn, taking up some of the empty space left by a recent impression. On the sands, Tempestuous Tawny Brown Dragonet moves out onto the sands with an energy not matched by many dragonets this evening. His steps are quick and eager causing him to stumble more than usual as he pushes awkward limbs into action. With each fall he is quick to right himself again, nearly always without assistance as he finds his feet before anyone has really thought to help him. On the sands, Kylandra stands up at Taura's arrival, wiping at her eyes. "Yes ma'am," she says. "Come on, Fialth, let's go get you some food." She leads the blue off towards the othe rImpressees. On the sands, Kylandra watches with a small, affectionate smile as Fialth wanders away. On the sands, Kylandra wanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, M'rgan had been hanging around the passageway after Kena and Cymrith had gone in but as Kylandra and Fialth and Taura move towards the passageway the brownrider begins to wander around once more. He cringes each time the brown dragonet falls but makes no move to help him. On the sands, Leigha gasps softly as she watches the stumbling brown, mindful to move as another hatchling careens near. Hoshall pulls herself up, still gripping the young girl who has sat so quietly at her side. Carefully she helps Raelle to her feet, and leads her back toward her mother. On the sands, Fialth moves out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Taura gives blue Fialth a nudge back in the right direction. On the sands, Each time the brown dragonet falters, Tavaris cringes. Wiping his hands on his robe, he takes a small step, toward where Kylandra had been standing. He gives a little nod, managing an encouraging smile as this dragonet continues on, determined, toward the Candidates. On the sands, Fialth moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Silora follows the path of the new brown with a bemused glance. "My. -Oh, you were quite steady on your feet, Belaryth," she calls up the assurance to her lifemate before her gaze flickers back to the new hatchling, the state of his progress giving rise to a bubble of laughter. "As long as he doesn't run into anyone," the Wingsecond remarks, however, her cautionary words at odds with her expression. On the sands, Candlelight flickers upon the sands. But wait, that cannot be. The candle, once you look close enough, is the waverings of an egg, brillantly colored to match that of a fragile but fire induced flame. The egg wobbles, waving back and forth on the pentacle of a mound of sand, as if trying to decide which way to fall. On the sands, Tempestuous Tawny Brown Dragonet has already made a round of the candidates before he finds his voice. An unfortunate lad from Nabol is standing very close by when the damp brown gives his first hearty bugle. The poor lad is quick to cover his ears but not quick enough for the dragonet has already moved on to bugle in someone else's ears. On the sands, Taura walks down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Ranjay has worn a definite path in the sand with her constant moving back and forth. She pauses long enough to grin at M'rgan. Eyes going to the galleries for a split second before returning to the brown with a start at the noise. On the sands, Leigha glances over to the flicker of light that catches her eyes, she squints through the haze to see better, her attention wavering a moment from the hatchlings. Taira murmurs up to Amylith, "Don't look at that brown too closely." On the sands, Tavaris's hands move to his ears too, as the brown bugles, loudly indeed. He cracks a grin at the hatchling, watching, and half-lowering his hands. But he remains ready to move them back up, or move himself out of the way, if need be. On the sands, Vahryn doesn't manage to catch the giggle that emerges from his mouth at the sight of the brown and the Nabolese boy, and so he hurriedly slaps a hand over his mouth to stop anymore such outbursts. On the sands, Taura strolls out of the passageway, onto the sands. On the sands, Laurelin chuckles, watching along with Silora. Empty eggs lay all around in front of them, as lifemates pair off together. "It all happens so fast," she murmurs. On the sands, Leigha claps hands over her ears "Nosiy thing.." she mutters, still looking for that flicker. On the sands, Tempestuous Tawny Brown Dragonet nearly plows over several candidates in his unbridled wanderings so it is with some surprise when he pulls up short in the sands. Imperiously, leonine wings are spread in a proud display to lad who has drawn the dragonet's attention. After a moment the brown lowers his wings and lowers his head to butt lightly at his choice. Raelle settles back with her mother after silently beaming a bright smile at her Aunt Hoshall. Kyleri snorts softly, sounding amused. On the sands, The Tempestuous Tawny Brown Dragonet stares deeply into Vahryn's eyes. On the sands, Hand and hand, side by side; a pair of girls, fast friends since the start of candidacy. One red haired, and the other's hair of yellow. True friendship shows when the redhead impresses to a delightful green, and the other is left standing alone. The yellow haired girl cheers with truthful delight, while the red haired child turns and blows a gentle kiss before curling her arm about her lifemate, directing her off the sands. Hoshall winks at the child and makes her way to Xanalth. She leaps up into the saddle of the blue's back and they quickly dash out before the sky floods with dragons. On the sands, Caristan smiles over at Vahryn happily, glad to see a friend impress well. On the sands, Arryn follows the brown dragonet's course intently, then smiles as Vahryn, a baker, impresses. This'll probably upset her father, but like always he's learn to deal with it. Dorn grins as yet another impression is made. On the sands, Leigha waves over to Vahryn and smiles grinning at the wayward brown. Amylith tail twitches back and forth, but she's really not paying /that/ much attention to the young brown. Her attention seems to be elsewhere. M'verick chuckles and blushes slightly, shifting slightly so the Igen riders can't see his face changing colors. On the sands, "Vahryn," Tavaris says with a big smile, "congrats. He's great." He watches the new pair, eyes shifting to the redheaded girl and her friend, seeing the former Impress the green. Kyleri grins and slips an arm around Ric's shoulders for a quick hug. On the sands, Hearing the outcries of congratulations nearby, M'rgan spins around, smiling as he spots the clumsy brown dragonet by Vahryn. It only takes a few long strides for him to reach the lad's side. "What is his name, V'hryn?" On the sands, Vahryn's eyes widen fractionally as the Tempestuous Tawny Brown nudges at his leg. His eyes widen even further as he hears the velvety voice of the Brown for that first time, "Tebrelth?" He questions first, "Tebrelth!" He calls louder, the grin on his face threatening to split it in two. Gina beams as the brown finds his partner, gnawing at her bottom lip. On the sands, V'hryn watches with a small, affectionate smile as Tebrelth wanders away. M'verick looks over at Kyleri and leans up against the greenrider, returning the hug. On the sands, Leigha rolls her shoulders again, easing the tension as she looks over the sands.. On the sands, Silora remarks wryly, with another shift to ease the heat rising up to soak her feet, umber skirts folding about her legs with the movement, "My feet wish it happened more quickly. But my heart," she continues with a glance to Laurelin and an oddly tremulous smile, "is quite content for it to last as long as it can." Her attention arrested by the excited cries of the candidates, she make a face. "Oh, I missed that one." On the sands, The chaos on the sands continues as the remaining Eggs Hatch revealing several Blues and a pair of Greens. The Hatchlings move, shuffle and scurry over the Sands to greet waiting Candidates and Impressions are made. After the last of the Hatchlings find their mates, the dust begins to settle on the Hatching Sands, as lifemates are escorted from the Sands toward the passageway -- toward a new life together, weyrlings and dragons, forever linked in bond and in duty: 15 Greens, 9 Blues, 5 Browns, and 2 Bronzes. Ellwiny claps for the young brown and his newfound rider, then scans the sands in search of remaining eggs. Seeing no apparent ones, she hops down from Cirameth's foreleg, sighing quietly. "Well, I guess it's back to Ista for us." On the sands, M'rgan stretches out an arm towards the passageway, the cuff of his sleeve riding up as he does. "Come with me and we'll get food for him." Tears roll on Talyon's face as he watches the Candidates impressing. Is this possible ? One look in the dragonet's eyes and... Lifemates, forever... On the sands, R'lym smiles and hugs Darci, "It's over. Thirty-one new weyrlings for the Weyrlingmaster and for the Weyr!" Aslana leans back, her fingers still entwined with Gina's. She smiles at the girl 'Well...what'd you think?" On the sands, Laurelin glances over at the Candidates remaining On the sands, with compassion in her eyes. Still holding Silora's hand, she glances over at R'lym, and then moves over towards the cluster near the shards of the egg mound. M'kla climbs onto Torinth's neck. Torinth rises effortlessly off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, she swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. On the sands, M'rgan meanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Leigha looks around the sands, seeing no more eggs and sigh somewhat with relief "Over" she mutters to herself. On the sands, Caristan looks out over the sands now that they've grown less hectic and is still smiling, in awe over what's just gone on around him. Kyleri leans her head against Ric's shoulder. "Well! That was a rather nice one. Shall we head back?" On the sands, Taura walks down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. Rykel climbs up onto Faerth, settling into his neckridges comfortably. Ceara shakes her head, "all those greens...." as Anaryth croons with delight. On the sands, V'hryn looks up as he hears the Weyrlingmaster, nodding as he urges the brown to follow him to where all the others are waiting. On the sands, V'hryn meanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Darci retuns R'lym's hug and walks over to Laurelin and offer her a hug, "Lovely babies. Everyone a prize. Elisanth should be very proud of them." On the sands, Tavaris watches the rest of the pairings made, grinning as he sees the new pairs escorted off of the sands. Ellwiny pats Cirameth's neck affectionately and grabs ahold of the riding straps, then pulls herself up to the blue's neck in one smooth motion. On the sands, Ranjay heaves a huge sigh, one that sounds like a sigh of relief. "Toldja I was too young" she mutters to no one in particular. Amylith leans over and whuffs at Tyrinth's neck playfully. On the sands, Kalthanan gives Leigha a little smile and squeeze of the hand. "Well...Now we can get back to worrying about lessons and such." M'verick smiles sadly and nods. "Yeah, sounds good to me. Shards but I'm disapointed I missed most of it." On the sands, Leigha rolls her eyes "Oh the joys" Rilsa climbs up Corineth's foreleg and settles down between two neck ridges. Ceara waves to the High Reaches contingent. Gina shakes her head, as the sands empty. She looks up at the huge blue as Rykel swings up. Her gnawing at her bottom lip doesn't stop. Ceara climbs up onto Anaryth's back, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. Taira watches Tyrinth stop humming in time to nuzzle at Amylith. Dragon love. On the sands, R'lym walks over to Laurelin, "They are wonderful. Every one of them." He nods toward the Candidates remaining on the sands, "Perhaps you should say something to them." Kyleri smiles. "There'll be others...Ista's eggs on the sands. Anaryth rises up off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. Dorn climbs up onto Faerth, settling into his neckridges comfortably. On the sands, Laurelin returns Darci's snug, tightly, then steps back with a small smile. She looks over at the Candidates remaining. "I'm sorry that your lifemates weren't here this time. But all of you have something special, something that the dragons recognize, and I hope that if you are asked to Stand again for a hatching, that you will do so." Gina climbs up onto Faerth, settling into his neckridges comfortably. Cirameth launches off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. Aslana climbs up onto Faerth, settling into his neckridges comfortably. On the sands, Silora follows after Laurelin, features relaxing and assuming a more solemn, regretful cast as she takes measure of the eggs Impressed, and the candidates remaining, turning to face them as Laurelin begins speaking. On the sands, Arryn nods and says, "Thank you for the opportunity to stand here at High Reaches." On the sands, Caristan cracks a smile, "I wonder how long I've got before I have to make morning drills again." Keriann gathers up toddlers, one on each hip. "Can you get Kegan?" she asks Jannae as she steps up onto Nyth's foreleg. Corineth rises effortlessly off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. Faerth launches off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. On the sands, Tavaris listens to Laurelin as she speaks, bobbing his head and smiling. "Thanks, ma'am. It was a real pleasure bein' here, and bein' a Candidate. Something I'll always remember." M'verick smiles, coloring a bit for some reason, "right. I saw them not long ago on one of my trips to Ista..." On the sands, Darci walks over to the Galleries, "Thank you all for coming to watch this Hatching. I'd like to invote eveyone to join us int he Living Cavern for the Hatching Feast. We're short a Headwoman, but I'm sure Mani had things well prepared for the event!" She smiles. Aphrael uses Prefeth's extended foreleg to climb up onto the blue dragon's neckridges. Prefeth launches off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. On the sands, Leigha nods to the weyrleaders, still rocking from one foot to the other, she turns to Kalthanen "You going back to harpers then?" On the sands, Laurelin smiles, grateful for their jokes, though it is hard. "We'll be having drinks in the Living Cavern, and you're all welcome to come, though I of course understand if you aren't up to it. You've all been wonderful candidates, and we've been very glad to have you." On the sands, Kalthanan says to Leigha. "I don't know. I assume I'm still technically posted here under Master Jerethan, or has he returned to the Hall?" Kyleri gives Ric an amused look. "Well, I should be going back anyway...I promised Siara I'd stop in and knowing her I'll be up late..." On the sands, Caristan smiles and nods to Laurelin, "Thankyou for the opportunity, it's something I'll never forget." M'verick blinks a couple times at Kyleri, "ah...up late with um...Siara?" On the sands, Leigha shrugs at Klathana "Not sure really, I was only there about a sevenday or so" On the sands, Arryn strides down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. Kyleri nods. "Yeah...she gets kinda lonely these days. Emotional. It's one of those pregnancy things." Karitha gathers both children to her and starts loading Ashlith back up. On the sands, Leigha releases Kalthanan's hand and bows to the weyrleaders before she heads back to the barreks. Karitha steps gently upon Ashlith's forearm and springs to her seat between her lifemate's first two ridges, and settles herself comfortably. Keriann climbs up onto Nyth's back, using his foreleg as a step. M'verick shudders despite himself. "oh shards. I guess that is hard for her. No wonder she hasn't been too into looking over my weyr to give me advice yet." He shrugs, "I guess I can wait for that though." Kyleri hugs M'verick again, then Taira, and stands up. On the sands, Laurelin says to Kalthanan, "You would still be posted here, I would think, unless they recall you?" She smiles to Leigha as she leaves. Ashlith rises effortlessly off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, she swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. On the sands, Leigha strolls down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. Kyleri says "She ought to be back to rights soon enough. It can't be long now until the baby comes." M'verick returns the hug and stands up as well, stretching. "Guess I should head hom too though." D'va climbs up the offered foreleg of Jeth onto the big bronze's back. On the sands, Ranjay grins. "I had fun" she speaks with her usual energy. Seeing the others bow, she copies them. "Gotta take care of Bubba now." Jeth launches off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. On the sands, Tavaris bobs his head once more to Laurelin, then to R'lym and Darci. He bows to Elisanth and Belaryth before following Leigha off of the Sands. Kyleri grins at 'Ric. "I bet Siara wouldn't mind if you came along too..." On the sands, Caristan makes a bow and takes his leave as well, really noticing how hot the sands are now. On the sands, Caristan wanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Ranjay bounceskips towards the passageway out On the sands, Tavaris wanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Ranjay wanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. T'dry steps up on Avroth's thoughtfully extended forleg and climbs quickly up on his neck, seating himself securely between his dragon's neckridges. On the sands, Kalthanan strolls down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. M'verick blinks at Kyleri, "Come along...? I don't know if I'd be very welcome..." Avroth rises effortlessly off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. Kyleri frowns slightly. "Siara isn't mad at you, is she?" Taira looks at Kyleri and 'ric. "Should we be getting back, do you think?" M'verick shakes his head. "Not that she's told me...only she always tries to make me blush..." On the sands, Laurelin turns to Silora and impulsively hugs her. "I think that went well...I always hate to see them disappointed, though." Talyon comes near Perith, looking at her a way he didn't before. M'verick nods to Taira, "A'yup. I think we were deciding to head back to the weyr." Kyleri shrugs, with a chuckle. "Well, if you'd rather not..." On the sands, R'lym wanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. Taira mounts up and heads out with ric and Kyleri. M'verick shrugs, "I don't mind. I could always leave if you two started talking about woman-things. ANd Babies, and all that." M'verick gracefully swings himself up onto his lifemate's neckridges. Amylith watches him protectively, then utters a loving coo once he's safely mounted. On the sands, Laurelin follows after R'lym Kyleri says "Talyon, you ready?" On the sands, Laurelin meanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. On the sands, Josira moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr. Kyleri waves up to 'Ric and Taira. "See you tomorrow..." Talyon shakes is head. "Hum, what ? Oh yeah, I'm ready..." Jannea climbs up onto Nyth's back, using his foreleg as a step. From high atop Amylith's green neckridges, M'verick chuckles, "Tomorrow? Or later tonight?" Nyth rises up off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. Kyleri climbs up Perith's extended foreleg and settles between a pair of neckridges. On Perith's back, Kyleri says "C'mon up..." On Perith's back, Kyleri calls over to 'Ric. "Hey, your choice..." Talyon climbs up Perith's extended foreleg and settles between a pair of neckridges. From his lofty seat on Amylith, M'verick continues to chuckle, "Well, I'll give it a try." Amylith springs powerfully off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, she swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds. On Perith's back, Kyleri calls, "See you guys...I gotta get Talyon back." On Perith's back, Kyleri quickly fastens Talyon's riding straps and grins. "Hang on..." Perith crouches, spreads her wings and launches into the air with a powerful thrust of her hindlegs. Perith rises up off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, she swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.

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