Logs:Niyath and Dowanth's Clutch Hatches
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| RL Date: 26 September, 2004 |
| Who: Acadia, Charlie, Fiena, Jenna, Julisin, Kyan, Leeana, Lexiana, P'wert, Padraig, Piper, R'yat, Ramya, V'yse, Xandra |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Eggs hatch! Lifemates are found! |
| Where: Hatching Sands, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day , Month , Turn (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Log from PernMUSH. |
| V'yse saunters in and, while looking tired, has a goofy grin on his face. He makes sure nobody can see him before shouting at the top of his lungs, "SURPRISE INSPECTION! Haha...everyone line up by your cots, Fiena and I will be making sure everything's in order." Charlie sits on the edge of her cot, one leg tucked under, the other dangling off the edge. She seems busy, but not entirely absorbed by something in her hands, a boot, it appears, and she's fiddling with a knot in the laces. Upon V'yse's grand entrance, the unsuspecting candidate glances up, startled, then moves as quickly as she can to where she needs to be. Lexiana walks in the wake of V'yse. "Surprise Inspection?" she says but move to her cot with the rest of the sheet on them. Acadia says a naughty word and drops her toy dragon Puff in her haste to rise. She quickly picks it up and tosses it into her press, smooths the blanket on her cot and stands at attention as directed. Julisin is lying on his cot, head resting on two pillows, whilst icy blue eyes stare with at the ceiling. V'yse's yell causes a great stir, and Julisin moves himself to the side of his cot, sliding off to land upright on the floor. With a sheepish grin, he deftly straightens a few sheets, then kicks a shoe to the side. It'll have to do. Xandra gapes at the inspection, and rises quickly, spilling her property back onto the bed. She stuffs it quickly back into her press and dusts her hands off, although the cookie crumbs on her shirt are a little conspicuous. "Su..Surprise?" Kyan was already at his cot, lounging and daydreaming. He got his chores over with earlier, so the inspection's an unwelcome surprise. Still, the boy stifles a sigh and rolls off to stand up and try futiley to brush himself and his area into reasonable order. Piper was scribbling away on a parchment note of some sort, seated cross-legged on her cot, probably another of those letters to home she's always writing. It's a miracle any of her chores ever get done. She flicks it over hurriedly, smudged inky blackness across her hand with a muffled, "Shard it," as she tucks the note hurriedly away in the first place that comes to mind - her press. Luckily the excess has already come off on her, and thus her clothes can remain unscathed. She's to her feet in a snap, tidying her cot behind her. Padraig comes in, wiping his hands on his apron. It's pink. Doesn't seem to bother him though. "Well, that's most of the vegetables chopped," he says with a grin as he comes in, completely unawares. "Acadia, y-you shouldn't say stuff like that..." Fiena notes as she comes down the candidate's row. V'yse heads down the one across from that, stopping at Xandra's cot and looking it up and down. "You *were* stealing cookies, weren't you?" he asks, noting the crumbs. He gives her a stern look, then winks. "Good work. I used to do that too." With that he moves on, towards Kyan. Xandra gapes after V'yse and then says. "No..I'd never..I didn't! The baker he...I...oh." The rider moves on and she looks aghast, and turns to the nearby candidates and hisses "But I didn't...oo!" She shakes her head. Acadia doesn't respond to Fiena's correction, because she's right. All the Candidate does is blush and keep her eyes focused on nothing in particular straight ahead. Lexiana tries to keep from chuckling, right now this man doesn't scare her, she waits for her turn. Padraig's cot is a complete and total mess. Bed rumpled, though at least made, but there's sewing implements scattered across it and his robe is peeking out from his clothespress and there's bits of parchment here and there too for that matter. Julisin waits patiently by his cot, but casts his gaze to the ground, shifting every now and then. With a brief cough, he looks up, watching V'yse and Fiena's approach with curiousity. Fiena stops at Padraig's cot and blushes. "Oh my. Uhm...uhm...That's a little...messy...You might want to clean that up, or...OH!" V'yse stumbles as a deep vibration begins to rock the walls, glancing around, before turning to stare at Lexiana like it was her fault. "What the shell are you all doing! All hands on deck! Get into your robes, right now!" Xandra squeaks and then turns. She opens her drawer and starts to rummage through the items, until her robe is found. She grasps it and turns, eyes HUGE and face pale. "oo...Oh. I think I need to go to..." She swallows and tugs at her shirt "Have I time to go and...?" She shoots a glance to the nearby necessary. "Oh. No time!" All hands on deck? This is what Piper gets for not being remotely nautical: total confusion. She looks at Fiena a bit oddly, as she tries to make sense of everything happen at once - Fiena actually opening her mouth and ordering folks around, that weird distracting noise that seems to emanate from everywhere all at once, that comment about robes... Charlie can't help but quirk a brow at V'yse, and snickers to the confused candidate beside her, "He's a sailor." She remains sidebound at her bed, twitching her foot in anticipation of this inspection, resisting the tempating to either fold her arms or pocket them, instead clasping both hands at her waist. Acadia doesn't say something naughty this time. In fact, she doesn't speak or move or do /anything/ for several seconds, frozen in shock. Then trained obedience to V'yse kicks in and she pulls off her shirt and pants and almost literally jumps into her robe. A few more precious seconds are used to pull her hair up and off her neck and tie it back with a sturdy white ribbon triple-looped around the base of the runner-tail. Sandals on last, and she's ready to go! Julisin can't help but grin, then pause, then frown. Uh-oh. He looks around the room for the cause of the vibration, but he (as well as every other candidate) knows exactly whats happening. With a few quick hand movements, his shirt is unbuttoned, then exchanged for the pure white of his candidate robe. Boots are exchanged for sandals, and he's ready. Julisin stands near his cot, then calls out to Charlie, "Need a hand, for the hatching, that is." Cue a sheepish grin. Kyan's interest actually sharpens. For the daydreamy guy, usually off in his own world, that's a shocker. Ohyeah-- and where'd he put that robe? Thirty seconds later he's managed to yank his shirt off, robe on, and then wiggle out of his britches without too much problem, and skedaddles over to guard Charlie. "You're gonna watch, right?" he asks her bluntly. "I'll keep an eye on your back and stuff." V'yse gestures for Fiena to go check the robes, and the little AWLM scurries between the rows of cots like a mouse, straightening up the candidates and making sure they look presentable. V'yse continues to bark orders left and right as if they were caught up on a ship in a storm, then heads over to the entrance. "Line up over here, two rows, single file!" he orders. "Make sure you have a friend to stick by! You know the drill...we come out onto the sands, corm a half-circle around the eggs, and then bow in unison to Niyath and Dowanth. Hurry it up, mates!" Lexiana reaches out to V'yse, smiling at him. "Yes, sir." Quickly, she pulls her robe off the hanger that it has been on since her first hatching. Striping of her dress, she pulls the robe over while pulling her feet out of her boots. S Padraig blinks and starts to apologize for his cot when the "TIME!" is called and he scoots over to his cot, throwing clothing off every which way and throwing his press open to yank his robe out. "Shells!" he exclaims as one boot goes flying under his cot. Xandra squeaks again and changes as fast as she can, and then adjusts her hair. She adjusta few more things and reaches to snatch up her fire lizard puppet. She speaks to it "Stay here and guard the cot, Cormoranth." She kisses it sweetly, then turns. Eyes closed. Deep breath. Well, here we go. "I am...ready? I think?" "Shells indeed!" V'yse calls, whirling around and storming out. "C'mon, mates, let's go! Follow me! No slacking!" Julisin moves over to the line, oddly white, even more so then usual. He shuffles numerous times in his line position, then heads out after V'yse. Charlie squeaks and makes her way to her little wooden clothes box, and retrieves a neatly folded white robe and sandals, studying them for a moment before jumping at the commotion and beginning to get changed. "Thanks Kyan," She mutters in reply, lost in concentration as she does her sandals up. "My goodness. It's happening." She glances about her, then shakes her head as she stands straight and smoothes her robe over. Lexiana sits down on her cot and slips on her sandals. Looking around the room, she pulls the braid out and quickly makes a low runner-tail in back of her neck. Looking up at Piper, "Partners" she asked. Piper rather dumbly gapes around for a continued moment, her eyes quite wide. It doesn't take much longer though, with the abundance of examples of what to do before her, and she shucks her clothing, moving out of reflex as she dresses and puts her hair back. In fact, she goes about it a little slowly, like she can make things take their time if only she does. "You're not /watching/," Kyan says, poking at his sister in concern. "You're muttering. C'mon, you always tell /me/. Focus." Charlie shoots a grin to Kyan and rolls her eyes. "I am watching. Let's go." With that, she departs for the sands. Xandra stands on one foot, then eeks, and runs out after the rider "Oh. yes, of course. Oh, why did I drink that extra juice?" Padraig's clothes land all over his cot, making it messier than it was before and then he's yanking his robe on over his head. It twists as it goes over and gets stuck half way down, he's got one arm in one armhole, but the other is lose somewhere behind him. "Oh for Faranth's ..." he trails off. "Help!" Piper turns to see Lexiana summoning her, but overhears Padraig's cry for help, "Catch up with you!" she calls as she hastens to her fellow candidate's side to try and get him tugged into his robe. Padraig struggles a bit, then stills, letting Piper untangle him and there ya go, he's all set. He grabs Piper's hand and grins, stuffing feet into sandals quickly. "C'mon!" Piper flashes Padraig a quick smile, lacing her hand with his and ducking onto the sands. Crick-crack. The Creeping Wild Egg falls apart in a great rush. With a little push from inside the egg shards fly. A little brown hops out from the egg, and immediately starts running as fast as his newborn legs can carry him. Several white-robed figures dodge as he rushes towards them, no heed for speed or them. He changes directions consistently, always moving quickly. Suddenly, he skids to a halt in front of Shaye, who is too slow to get out of the way. He croons boastfully, and looks into her eyes. "Jinjath!" She cries, and hurries the little brown off the sands. The lake trembles violently on the Swan Lake Egg. Ripples appear in its surface as the shell begins to crack. A massive convulsion takes the egg and a small green emerges a shower of sparkling lake-blue shards flying away from her. With swanlike grace she steps forth from her egg, shaking off the last pieces to cling to her. She stops in front of the young holder's son, Haddon, and joy infuses his face. "Chouth! Right away, I promise." An assistant weyrlingmaster leads H'don and Chouth off the sands, showing them to food and more. V'yse parades the candidates out onto the sands, rushing them along, barking orders that can likely be heard all the way up in the uppermost tiers. Gingerbread Man Egg begins to rock gently in its sand nest. The quiver very light..for now. Secret Garden Egg rolls some more while the shell begins to show some cracks. The leaves of the Secret Garden Egg seem to rustle with each tremor, each little shake. It is impossible to tell with this illusion if it has made *any* progress whatsoever beyond its occasional wobble, and for the longest time it just stops, doing absolutely nothing -- or so it would seem. Slowly, however, the shell seems to unravel like a flower in bloom, leaving a stately hatchling there in its wake. He sits there with an unusual amount of composure, proud to finally be awake. Forest Shadows Blue DragonetHe is the shadows on the forest floor. He is the rustling in the trees one hears in the dark, there and then gone again, a wraithlike enigma who, for his size, emits a powerful aura. This blue, easily the size of his smaller brown brethren, is so dark in hue that he is nearly black. Only in direct light does his navy hide show its true colors, but even then, oil as one might, it will never truly shine. Across his back and broad flanks, patches of even darker blue dapple his hide unevenly, creating the appearance of the shadows of clumps of leaves, as if he were hiding beneath dense foliage. He holds a quiet, unique handsomeness all his own: compact in body, sinewy, lanky, limber. Though his muscles are wiry now, they will no doubt become powerful with age, rippling beneath his dark skin with each move. Claws extend in a wickedly onyx color, matched by his flowing neckridges that adorn his head and neck like a regal crown. Indeed, his bearing is very composed, very dignified, as if he were a young lord holder. P'wert breathes a sigh of relief, and nods, "I was starting to worry we'd have to impress them all ourselves, if they didn't hurry up." He says with a chuckle. Dowanth nuzzles Niyath even as he humms. The first two impressing get a small croon before the welcoming song continues. "Hmm. Shaye and Jinjath . . . H'don and Chouth wasn't it?" He asks Jenna, watching the candidates - Weyrlings, now, leave the sands. Through whatever flurry of activity occurred just prior, Piper steps onto the sands and her pace slows as she moves to carefully execute a bow to Dowanth and Niyanth. She summons a deep breath, and twists to see what's going on, only to see Shaye Impress. She turns to Padraig and laughs, "Did you see what I just saw?" The Gingerbread Man Egg doesn't so much crack and fall apart as it explodes. The shards don't exactly do much damage for they don't go far and it's not the whole egg that explodes, just the whole right side. A short and squat green form tumbles, end over end for a good six feet down a pile of sand, making a very loud objection to the rolling. It sounds vaguely like a feline having a hissing fit. Scintillating Viridian Green DragonetThe crisp colors of new spring and summer blend across her hide like the veils of a dancing girl. Although this petite little green is a blend of beryl and malachite, pine and sage, the color that underlies it all is obvious as it all but shimmers in mellow viridian tones. From the tip of her sharply pointed snout flows a river of sage that quickly turns to beryl across her shoulders. Wisps of malachite rain down each foreleg and end at her claws that are black as ebony and sharper than steel. Along her belly a rainbow of beryl and pine dance together with hints of jade and lime, but always showing through that sparkling undertone. Across her long and narrow wings, as well as her back and forelegs, spreads a spinner's web of barely noticeable aquamarine making a subtle contrast to the viridian. Finally down her slightly shorter than average tail a hint of moss blends with the undertone, ending with a burst of sea green at the very end. Xandra shoots a glance around and then stands on one foot, then the other, then squeaks as she realises how hot sands can be. She scuttles to be near her friends, looking utterly lost here. "Oh...look at these...hatching...oh.." She then gapes "Green! Isn't it sweet?" Kyan sticks like glue to Charlie, trying and failing to look fierce and protective. It just isn't something he's practiced enough. "Mind the-- oh, there he goes," he says as the brown goes rushing off to one side. And then another one impresses off, and Ky mutters something vague and inaudible. "They're faster than I thought," he says a little grudgingly. "But clumsier." Charlie is quick to come in and equally quick to bow to the clutchparents, before latching onto Julisin and Kyan's hands and taking her place in the circle. "Oh, goodness, Haddon Impressed!" She glances to the eggs as each breaks and begins to shift her weight from foot to foot. "Hot." Padraig just gapes as =Shaye= impresses, he gives Piper's hand a squeeze and makes his own bow to dam and sire. "Yeah ..." he says breathlessly. "I -don't- believe it." Julisin moves onto the sands, hurriedly reaching the other candidates. He waits a few moments, then bows in unison with his fellow candidates to Niyath and Dowanth. Immediately a crack can be heard, and Julisin turns his head to catch sight of Shaye's impression. A curious grin tugs at his lips, but soon is gone. Two more hatchlings emerge, a green and blue, causing Julisin's expression to go rather blank. Sweat beads already begin to form on his forehead, hand reaching to grip Charlie's tightly. Jenna nods to P'wert. "B'lieve so. It's always hard to keep track. Even with this small number of eggs." Lexiana walks on to the sands just as the first egg hatch. "Wow" comes from her mouth as she watches the first two impressions. "Oh, a blue and a green" It's times like this that V'yse is grateful for his assistants. So many impress at once that he can't lead them off the sands on his own. Acadia jumps at the loud cracking sound of one of the eggs hatching. Then she wipes damp hands on the sides of her robe and gives an extra bow to the sire and dam. She mtters to Piper, "An extra bow can't hurt. Might keep me from being sat on like P'ter keeps saying could happen." Scintillating Viridian Green Dragonet shakes her little head, recovering from the kinda forced stumble. Immmediately standing on her rather weak legs, she arches her neck to creeeeel once. Piper's hand might just crush every bone in Padraig's body as she moves to a better vantage point nearer the other candidates, "I knew it looked fast from up there, but jays, this is ridiculous...now I see why P'wert was so adamant..." the candidate trails off as Acadia starts speaking and giggles, "You think Dowanth and Niyath can control their babies?" she utters before pointing, "Oh look what came out of the egg I spent all that time looking at," she points, indicating the lovely green fresh from shell. Charlie lifts her chin up to peer over at the blue and green, blue eyes widening with excitement. "Oh, Kyan, Julisin! Look at him! How regal! And that green is so beautiful." She shuffles about, breath quickening in the fast pace of the hatching. "She's just gorgeous. He's just /gorgeous/." Forest Shadows Blue Dragonet notices that he still has a bit of shell on him. He shakes himself, his wings move and surprises him and he stumbles forward. Quickly, he steadies himself then looks around with bright swirling eyes. After a few steps he becomes more confidant and though the wings are a puzzle to him, they follow where he leads and it is of no consequence. Another few steps forward he goes now led by curiosity about the white shapes in front of him. Green Eggs and What? Egg lurches back in forth in the sands wobbling like some drunken apprentice. In rears back nearly standing on its end. Then, with a powerful movement forward, a ugly green dragon springs forth from the egg. Its journey lasts not long. For there, standing near the eggs is Ianam. The boy's face explodes into joy, "Oh, don't worry Samith. I'll try some, I promise." I'am and Samith head hurriedly off the sands. Xandra squeaks and tries to look inconspicuous. She does recall her manners - eventually - and curtseys to the various authorities both human and draconic. She takes two clumps of hair in her hands, tugs them and asks, a little plaintively to those near her "What happens next?" Kyan eyes the dragons with interest, but no little suspicion. "Beautiful," he agrees with Charlie, an edge of distraction in his voice. But at least /she's/ paying attention to them now, so he only has to do half the guardianship job. Just if they start coming their way. The blue in particular makes him wary, and he stiffens up a bit as it starts heading candidatewards. Too much confidence and muscle on that one. Padraig's head seems to be fairly spinning in fact, from the rather dazed way he's walking. "Yeah, pop ... pop and look ... wow ..." eyes dart to and fro and then mark the green Piper points to. "Pretty ..." he murmurs and looks around for Leeana. "Better be ready to move quick, yeah." Lexiana watches the green with a slight smile. She says to Charlie. "She is a cutie." but her attention turns to the blue. "Well, well, his is sure of himself." Jenna blinks a bit at the ugly green Samith. She turns a skeptical expression on P'wert. "Maybe she'll grow out of it? What was the name on that one?" Julisin shifts again, tightening his pale fingers about Charlie's own. Icy eyes stare around the sands, surveying, examining the situation. He breathes deeply, sharp intakes of breath - gaze flickers between blue and green, then to the ground for a few moments, then back again. He nods towards Charlie, agreeing with her words, but not uttering any of his own. Julisin just /stares/. V'yse watches Samith and her mate leave with a cocked eyebrow. Leaning over to Fiena he murmurs something, to which the assistant weyrlingmaster giggles. P'wert winces, watching the green's procession of the sands. "Samith, I think I heard. Unsual name for a green - but maybe she will. Cute as they are, they're sometimes ughly at hatching, right?" He looks at the goldrider for reassurance. Leeana catches Padraig's look and high-steps it over towards him, wincing with the heat of the sands. She lifts a hand to wave to him and Piper, asking, "Going alright for you two?" Acadia answers both Piper and Xandra. "I don't know Piper, but I'll take any possible bit of luck I can get. And Xandra, we stay out of their way and try not to scream. Don't try to pet a dragonet unless it picks you first. Draila says we'll know when that happens." Piper can't help but follow the gaze of others as she newly notices the blue making his way about the hatching caverns floor, "He reminds me a little of Daianth," she muses, "Jays, he looks more at ease out here than we do, and he's just born," her smile flickers away from the hatchlings for a moment to grin at Leeana, "I don't know why they warned us about the heat, it's lovely out here after that cold spring of ours...this is like real summer." Jenna objects to P'wert, "Not usually *that* ugly, but we'll see." Charlie dips her head to Lexiana, giggling. "A cutie? I'd say he's rather dark looking. Lovely colour." She comments, twitching every so often as she clings to her brother and her friend's hand, perspiration forming along her brow. Julisin, the silent-type, is thrown a grin as she notices his intense study on the dragons, before her own eyes return to the scene before her. Forest Shadows Blue Dragonet almost bumps into one of the candidates. But even at such a young age he manages to graceful sidestep the white form just because it does not smell right. He keeps going in the direction of his turn then suddenly sits as if his legs gave out. He looks down, then stands up with another shake, then is down again. It seems as if this movement interests him, but only for a short time as the draw of something out there pulls him this way and that. He zigzags amongst the candidates nearest to him. Padraig doesn't move his feet much - his sandals aren't even attached properly, the straps flapping loose across his ankles, though his toes are firmly stuck into the tops. "Okay ... 'cept for the hot feet," he says and then does move one foot gingerly. "You?" Then he laughs at Piper's words. "You crazy Southerner," he teases, albeit fondly. "Ready to dodge if need be?" Scintillating Viridian Green Dragonet darts her head this way and that. What are those white trembling forms?...And...Wait? What's the wiggling blue thing too? Seeming to be only aware of her brother's tail, she starts to hop after it, spraying sand all over each time she lands... Xandra blinks at Acadia. "I'll do that. Thank you." She clutches her hair and moves closer to Acadia and adds "I didn't exect them to be quite so...toothy. And clawish. But they are very sweet?" More a question of reassurance, it seems. Lexiana takes in her breath as the blue almost hits one of them, but when he sidesteps, she sighs. "Well, yes but he seems to learn quickly thought. He will be a handful." Julisin grins nervously, attempting a full-fledged smile but failing. The continual shuffling of feet goes on, Julisin still trying to follow everything that happens on the sands. The blue is given a wry grin, then the green a laugh, genuine amusement evident in Julisin's eyes. Piper nods in the affirmative to Padraig's query, twisting to poke her tongue out at him, but catching sight of the nearby sibling pair out of the corner of her eye and watching them carefully, "They look playful, rather than nasty, but still..." Kyan shifts feet with visible impatience, not terribly good at this long-term sharp-attention-paid stuff. "Look out," he mutters to Charlie, and by proxy to Julisin. "That green's sorta not looking like she knows where she's up to. At least the /blue/ does. Sort of." Wings part almost as though spreading on the Tooth Fairy Magic Egg. A slow rock, back and forth is reminiscent of rocking a small child to sleep. The rocking slows as though the child is suspected of sleeping. Then, and only then can a small glimmer of blue bee seen through the cracks. Carefully and quietly the blue works his way out of the egg. He sneaks across the sand, cloaking himself in his spread wet wings. The youngest candidate catches his eye. Teased throughout the barracks for losing his last molar only last night, this little lad gets a special visit today. With a small sigh, he drops to the sands beside the blue, reaching up to just touch those well formed blue ridges. "Don't worry. A new one will come back, Yseith." Lead by a proud assistant weyrlingmaster, they leave the sands. Rumbly in my Tumbly Egg rocks frantically, digging its own small trench into the Sands with the flurry of movement. Leeana suddenly finds herself sprayed with sand, and jumps backwards a hop. "Yes, good idea to watch out. I hear the first thing they have on their minds is hunger." She looks askance at Piper. "You don't feel even a *little* burning?" Goodnight Moon Egg rocks back and forth in the sands. It continuously digs itself deeper into the sands with its haste to break free. Acadia shakes her head slowly to Xandra. "No, I hear that when they're born they're very, very hungry. They don't mean us any harm, but they're not well-coordinated and they want food very much. They can hurt us accidentally, so it's up to us to stay out of the way. Like in the dodging lessons, remember?" Charlie teeters from foot to foot, peering over to the Rumbly egg. "Ooh, I liked that one," She notes to Kyan, then nods at his observation. "Yes, yes, I'm watching. And it's hot." Forest Shadows Blue Hatching, after very little searching, suddenly pauses where he is and settles on to his rump. Despite the urgent hunger reflecting as a burning red in his expressive eyes, he seems to be concentrating hard at something, reaching a claw into the air, tugging at it...and then something seems to click deep within his mind. Whirling around with a joyous bugle, he dashes in the opposite direction and arrives at the feet of a Nabol girl, sitting up tall and proud. See what he found! See his beautiful Charlie! A tremor takes the Goodnight Moon Egg. A single crack appears in the center of the moon and spreads. It runs along its length and divides into make paths through the comb and brush. For a moment, it sleeps in perfect silence, waiting. Then, a gleam of gold is seen as the hatchling pushes her muzzle out from the center of the moon sending a spray of shards flying. She pushes her way out and flows out of the egg. With a snort, she pulls herself upright and gets her feet firmly planted on the ground. Chunky Polished Gold DragonetPolished gold fresh from the ore refineries has no match on this hatchling for purity of colour. Her gleaming gold hide is smooth and consistent, unmarred save for her neck and wings. At the base of her throat is a glimmer of coppery green mingled with charcoal. This imperfection washes into her wings across the spars and down along the tips and trailing edges. Save for this minor variation, her molten colour is unblemished. Her muzzle is an aquiline slash of classic elegance, jeweled eyes set wide apart in an intelligent face. This and her near flawless hide is where her perfection ends. Her wings seem large compared to her body, her legs small, and her neck short. The unkind may say that she is 'chunky', though that may change as she grows. Burnished amber forms around each sharp talon, nestling the damp ivory which makes up this hatchling's claws. Scintillating Viridian Green Dragonet suddenly sneezes rather loudly considering her small form, and blinks. The last cloud of sand made her stop. Tilting her head to one side, her gaze now focuses on the white forms again and there. Where it just moved. Arching her little neck she peers and even hops forward. carefully, this time. "It is a change from what's it's been like around here, that I agree, but Lee," Piper darts a smile in the older candidate's direction, "How can you possibly even concentrate on it with all this going on...oh my!" she declares, her voice lifting, "Look, look," she tugs at Padraig's hand as she points over to Charlie. "Oh..I recall." Xandra then releases her hair and bruhes herself down. She stands ready. "I can dodge if I have to. You'll seeeeee!" She squeaks and stares at the newly hatched gold. "..." at a loss for words, she simply gapes. Slack of jaw. The Rumbly in My Tumbly Egg has been quivering for some time now. Finally, flakes of honeycomb begin to shatter off, and then the paw print shadow tears down the center with a wet, splurching sound. The movement strands a Honeyed Sweetness Green Dragonet on her back, and she goggles at the bright colors for a moment before clumsily gaining her feet. Honeyed Sweetness Green DragonetRich honey drips over this hatchling's zaftig figure, highlighting the dusky basil green of her snub-nosed muzzle, roly-poly sides and quirking curl of a tail. Palest amber pools upon her feet in the glint of her talons, perhaps some snack intended but forgotten; trickles from curve of jaw, down neck and curls between her forelegs, before being swallowed underneath the shadowy asparagus that covers her shoulders and half her belly. Saucer-round eyes startle in perpetual innocence under broadly-set headknobs, echoed in the wide-sparred wings almost laughably short. R'yat stands near P'ter and Ramya, a wide proud smile curving his lips as everything seems to go rather well. He does lift a brow tho, at the sight of Fort's newest Gold. Jenna nudges P'wert again. "Is that Charlie over there with that blue?" Her attention is on the new pairing, waiting to hear a name in all the chaos. Padraig can't ignore the tugging, nope and he swings around. "Charlie!" he yelps and then lets out a whoop of congratulations for his fellow Candidate. "All right!" he says happily and shifts his right foot, knocking his sandal loos. "Shells ..." he mutters and bends down put it back on properly and loop the strap closed. P'wert breathes a sigh as the Gold hatchling breaks shell. "Oh look, Jenna. . . " Dowanth trumpets proudly at the arrival of his newest daughter. P'wert's face is no less proud. "Shards." Jenna's nudge distracts him, and he looks. "I think it may be." P'ter ahs, "There we are, another one." He tilts his head to one side, "Whoa, there was a good bit of food in that egg. That's one nicely developed dragonette. She's going to be a beauty." Ramya watches as the eggs hatch and grins when she sees Charlie and the blue dragonet. Charlie tremors before stepping forward and brushing a hand over the blue's cheek, a soft smile on her face, almost unbelieving. "Let's go eat, shall we, Endanth?" Her voice is shaky but she glances up, her happiness curled into a huge grin. "His name his Endanth!" Lexiana is standing next to Charlie and when the blue comes running for them, she jumps to the side just as the blue looks up at Charlie. "Oh, Charlie. Congratulation." But just then the gold that hatch catches her attention. "Oh, look at her, Piper." Acadia sees Charlie Impress and says quietly to Xandra, "See Charlie? When a dragon does something like that then you know it's okay to pet or hug him or her. They're matched for life." V'yse hurries his way over to Charlie, reaching for her with a hand to help steady her if she needs it, his grin huge and goofy. "Congradulations, Charlie! Endanth is a wonderful name. Please, come with me and we'll get him some food right away." Jenna's brow furrows, "Look where? Oh. Niyath, love, you didn't tell me." Her head turns to view the newest arrivals on the sands, much as Niyath's does. At Dowanth's trumpet, Niyath just looks faintly smug. Xandra says "Oh...yes...I see..." She turns and blinks at Charlie then "Oh YES! I see now! Oh..." She turns back and stands on her left leg "Did you see the Gold, Acadia? Did you?"" Endanth nudges Charlie gently and croons ever so softly in contentment. Kyan can defend his sis against some things, but even as he catches sight of the blue's direction and starts to get defensive, well... Charlie moves away. "Charlie, hey--!" the boy starts, but then she says a name, and he subsides with eyes wide. "Aww. Well. Gee." Suddenly confused, he backs off a couple of paces, forgetting the other hatchlings. "Hey, uh, congratulations." His sister! Clearly he feels bizarre offering that to her. Piper watches happiness unfurl across Charlie's features and just beams, "Endanth...how endearing," she puns, giving a little giggle that halts as she has to release Padraig's hand to let him fool with his sandals, talking to Lexiana in the meanwhile and completely missing the newest pair of hatchling, "Oh, Lex, did you see her smile?" Julisin lets go of Charlie's hand, offering her a smile, "Well done, Char. He's a beauty." Julisin steps back, arms folding across his chest, then eyes drifting from the union over to the gold, "Well... Who'd of thought." Julisin shifts again, awkward, his cheeks flushed red from the sand's heat. One hand reaches up, wiping away the beadlets of sweat that threaten to roll down his forehead, "Whew.." He moves a bit closer to Kyan, eyes still searching the sands. Honeyed Sweetness Green Dragonet seems to take an unusually long time to get to her feet, as though making a mental inventory of every part and assuring herself that they're in working order. This dones she lurches upright with a remarkably cheerful warble compared to thre creels of many of her clutchmates, and peers around with frank curiosity. Though the attention span is short - first she's looking at a clutchmate, then a /fascinating/ bit of shell, and now she seems to be contemplating her own feet.... Leeana's eyes go wide at the myriads of Hatchings and Impressions all around her. "Well, I guess you have a point, Piper." She returns the smile, but focuses her attention on Charlie. "Hey, congrats!" Said a bit late, but the thought was there. Acadia nods. "I see her now, along with another green dragon! Seems Dowanth is proud of his daughters, judging by that trumpet!" She mops the sweat off her face with her sleeve, and adjusts her stance a bit for a better view of the three dragonets on the sands. Seeming to turn around in her skin and make a last leap and bound, the Vivacious and Scintillating Viridian Green comes to a halt. A spray of sand covers the nearby candidates as she looks up at the dark-brown haired girl she has chosen. Hers. Her Leeana. Padraig straightens up with shoes fixed up and -blinks- as he sights gold hide amongst the wandering hatchlings and then he -freezes- as that green sidles up to Leeana. He's reaching for Piper's hand again rather urgently, eyes wide. "There's ... one ... right ... here ..." Chunky Polished Gold Dragonet looks around, curious at her first sight of this new world. She arches her neck upwards, staring at sire and dam, uttering a little croon. She lowers her gaze and studies these little pink things carefully. A careful first step and she's on her way, searching for that one. Ringed Egg sits still for a moment, almost unnoticed. Bits of shell flake off despite this, almost as if the process, once started, keeps mounting without effort. Lexiana takes two steps back when Dowanth sounds his hello, shaking her head a bit, she smile sleepily. "Yes, he does. Acadia." Xandra nods and says "Loud, isn't he? Oh hrm." She changes legs and then relaxes some "Well, it hasn't seemed to be dangerous so far. And look how many there are now! Aren't they /pretty/?" Leeana drops to her knees in the sand, smile turned to a full grin and tears pricking at her eyes. "You /have/ found me." She raises her head to the rest of the candidates, to the Stands, and announces, voice filled with pride, "Her name is Yrath!" V'yse jogs out to the sands just in time to catch Leeana's green make her choice. Weaving his way over to the girl, he gently begins to lead her off the sands. " Yrath is a beautiful name. Come this way, we'll get some food for her. Congradulations, Leanna." Rising and falling like a galloping horse, the Golden Dell Egg rocks back and forth. Cracks spider their way across its length preparing to give birth to that which hides inside. A brown coloured like the trunks of a skybroom tree breaks forth in a spray of small shards, creeling to announce his arrival. He travels like a rushing water over the sands avoiding all obstacles before they can avoid him. Over there, a bright gold-haired candidate catches his eye. As one, the meet, wobbling in their stances at the shock of impression. Almost a formal bow complete their first greeting, and they hurry of the sands. She murmurs to herself as she departs, "Maladurth. I would brave anything, for you." Piper blindly grabs for Padraig's hand again, something to anchor her in the maelstrom of activity all around her. She overhears Acadia's comment about Dowanth and flashes a grin at the sire who searched her, laughing, "He can be quite vociferous when he wants something...ask me and Lee...Lee!" Piper actually bounces up and down in sheer joy and excitement. Jenna ahs at P'wert. "And that little green nabbed Leeana, wasn't it?" Acadia congratulates Leeana on finding Yrath, and chuckles to Lexiana. "I think my ears will ring for a day or so. Just the thing to distract me from my feet!" Lexiana claps for Leanna. "Congrats, Leanna." but her attention moves to the sands where the other eggs are starting to rock. Julisin smiles over at Leeana, grinning, "Well done!" He stands in his spot quietly, not sure what way to look. The new brown hatchling catches his eye, and Julisin can't help but grin again as one of his fellow candidate's impress, "Ah! Maladurth, that's a lovely name!" He pauses again, then shofts his gaze over to the other eggs, 'brows lowered in concentration. Padraig gets to gape again and then beam brightly at Leeana walks off the Sands with Yrath. "Huzzah for Lee!" he joins Piper in exclaiming though he's not bouncing up and down, nope. "It's going so fast ..." he says with a bit of a laugh and runs his free hand through his hair briefly. Chunky Polished Gold Dragonet steps on a shard of one of the other eggs. It cracks beneath her feet. Fascinated, she looks down at it, watching for just a moment as the cracks travel. With a little shake of her head, she continues back to what's important. A boy stands in her way, but jumps out of it quickly, receiving a snort from the hatchling. Honeyed Sweetness Green Dragonet finally breaks off from her fascinating toes to return to some semblance of interest in the world around her. But there's so much to look at! Her neck snakes frantically trying to take it all in...and then the gaze fixes on the white robes in her line of vision. Now they /really/ look interesting. Her stumbling steps take her closer to the candidates. Kyan knows Julisin far less than his sister, of course, so gives the other boy a sidelong look, but sidles closer. At least it keeps his back a little more guarded. P'wert nods in agreement, "Leeana and Yrath - Shards, Charlie, too. They're all beautiful, Jenna, aren't they? Even that green in its own way. I'm surprised Niyath wouldn't tell you, though. Dowanth said she was taking good care of the egg, but . . ." he shrugs, "She was taking a fair bit of care with the others, too." Shuddering one last time, the Ringed Egg stops moving. Small cracks spread, spawning yet smaller fissures, before the entire egg shatters, all in the briefest instant. Breaking through the hail storm of shell-fragments, the Winter's Breath Bronze Hatchling rears up, shaking off the last remnants of his former prison. Winter's Breath Bronze DragonetThe sun rises over a northern ice field, a glaring conflagration which resolves into the form of a just-Hatched bronze. Pale fire licks fingers down his lean back, a bronze so misty as to be almost white. Burly shoulders flare into long wingspars of fog-touched verdigris, dripping down into pale wingsails of light caramel flame. The sails are wide for the spars' length, the trailing edges kissed again with the ice floe's flaming breath. His long tail, over-narrow for his size, is tinged with the faintest glimmer of russet, echoed in the darker grasp of talon. Powerful shoulders burning with embers lurch into a cobby neck, the pyre cooled in exhalations of steam-touched jade only to be blown away with a breath from his wide white-bronze muzzle. Lexiana watches the female dragonets on the sand with some fascination. "They both have wonderful hides, don't you think Acadia and then when the bronze hatches, she smiles at Piper. "Look, Piper. We where right." Xandra twitches somewhat, and then relaxes "I wonder what they look for in a person..." She looks about, a little slack jawed still Wind in the Willows Egg rocks more violently than before. An audible thud comes from within the egg and it tips up almost onto it's end, hangs there for a second and then falls back. A second thud and this time the egg twists, rolls out of it's sandy nest and starts to shake violently, vibrating all the way to the slope on the edge of the hatching mound. A crack forms at the start of the golden ribbon traversing Poppy Fields Egg. It travels along it, following the path with clean precision until it ends in the middle of the red-speckled green field. From there, they split off in every direction until coming to a lazy stop. The egg slowly falls apart around a blue. It seems to weariness of breaking free of his shell has caught up with him. He's curled up almost though sleeping. A startled creel announces the end of his rest. Wings spread and he travels across the golden sands heading for that nice candidate, Tyelami. She steps carefully towards, caressing his head gently, "I know you're tired and hungry, Oymith. Let's follow her." She points to an assistant, and together they leave, walking in step. Piper's gaze pivots instantly to see what Lexiana's talking about, and spots the last shards of the evil looking egg flying through the air, "We did, we did!" she utters, talking much more like the adolescent she is instead of her usually literate and wordy statements, she turns a beam to Padraig, "Lexi and I were sure that was going to be a dangerous bronze, and just look at him! Faranth help his mate!" Winter's Breath Bronze Dragonet gives a snort of annoyance at the shell fragments still clinging to him. He drops to the sands and rolls, getting grains all over him. He unsteadily regains his feet and then wiggles his rump. Ah.... that's better. Acadia shrugs one shoulder. "I don't know, Xandra. I don't think anybody does, since they always Search lots more Candidates than they need." She eyes the bronze that just hatched and says idly, "I'm glad I never bet on what dragon would come out of that egg like some of the others did. I'd have been wrong." Lexiana chuckles at Piper. "My brother owes me now." She seems to be boiling over with happiness. "I almost feel sorry for the boys." Julisin turns, catching a glimpse of bronze hide. Icy eyes widen ever so slightly, Julisin's lips parting to let forth a gasp, "Wow, he sure looks like a handful.." Julisin pauses, wiping sticky palms across his robe, leaving stains of dirt and grime. That, however, is forgotten, as his gaze swings forth between the gold and bronze, his expression still conveying his nerves. The Wind in the Willows egg, after all its violent tumbling, rolling, and shaking, finally seems to have its act together. It makes one great bounce, then bursts open as it lands, sending shards flying pell-nell everywhere and leaving its occupant to sprawl out ungracefully on the sands. Heads up, candidates! Valiant Mouse Brown DragonetHe is small, he is sleek, and he is compact. Everything about this young dragonet is about agility and nothing about power. Lithe and skinny, his color is a rare hue, a grayed mouse brown that makes for a smooth and even pattern along his hide. Subtle markings of darker browns form short streaks all down his body, flowing in one direction like a supple fur coat from head to tail, while paling to an almost completely grey color along his chest and underbelly. His legs are a bit on the short side, and yet they provide him with quick movement; each is abrupt and calculated, and often his walk is more like a scurry over the ground. Each finger and toe ends in long, delicate pink claws, a pale, barely-noticeable hue that also tips the end of his rounded nose. A long, skinny, whip-like tail and large, floppy grayed wings give him a bit of a goofy appearance, though many might describe such as 'cute' -- such is further accented by innocently rounded facial features, large eyes, and tiny rounded headknobs. Honeyed Sweetness Green Dragonet has now closed up with one group of candidates, and seems to be intent on inspecting them from head to foot. One boy seems to catch her attention for a second...no, she's gone past him. That boy next to him is getting closely inspected too - and then suddenly her eyes have fallen on the girl at the far end of the group, with a long dark runnertail. That seems to amaze her, she actually blunders in a full circle round the Candidate to look closer before returning to the front of the group. Padraig laughs at Piper's words, nodding. "Sure sure ... nice looking fellow too, for that matter," he says tipping his head to the side slightly to admire the young dragon, then he's poking Piper slightly with one elbow. "Gold, Piper ..." he says, nodding his head slightly. Chunky Polished Gold Dragonet croons to her newborn bronze clutch mate as she passes by. Over there, a bit of excitement catches her eye. She hurries along, dodging other candidates without even looking as she heads in the direction of that tubby girl right next to the boy. Xandra squeaks a little more "Bronze and gold..it's so shiny!" She clasps her hands and watches the path of the gold and points "Looksee where she's off to! Oh!" she spots Paddy and Piper and frowns "Oh I...I see now..." "Huh?" ever so eloquent these days, Piper turns to see what Padraig's talking about and blinks as she hops up on the balls of her feet a la P'wert's instructions. She may be a little on the round side, but she'll prove she's agile! "When did /that/ happen - look at her go!" The Chunky Polished Gold stumbles towards a girl with dark auburn hair. She stops in front of her, a short distance away. She looks at the adolescent girl's feet consideringly and works her way up to those eyes. Then she stops. A loud creel like a trumpet blaring echoes the hatching grounds as she lurches towards Piper. She pauses, then takes a final step towards the girl and butts her hand ever so gently. Padraig eyes the gold's determined progress and looks around. "Yeah ... she sure is moving fast all right ..." Lexiana watches the gold stop and butt Piper. "Oh, Piper. She wants you." she gives the girl a smile. "She is wonderful." Winter's Breath Bronze Dragonet checks out the other dragonets still on the sands. Brown, right, green, right. Gold... He stops as the gold impresses, an almost comical look on his face. OHhhhhh. So *that's* how you're supposed to do it. His head turns and he makes his stumbling way up to one of the female candidates. He stops abruptly, with an almost annoyed expression on his face and takes a swipe at the girl. YOU are definately not what I want. The girl shrieks and jumps back, turning to her fellows for comfort. P'ter takes a step forwards as the bronze swipes. "There! See, what did I tel.. ah, no. He missed." Does he look disappointed? Surely not. Piper's mouth falls open. Never let it be said that poise was her middle name. Somehow both her hands are free, falling forward to clasp her cheeks as tears well up high in her eyes, threatening to spill over, "Faldaverth," the name is exhaled, "How could I do less that get you whatever you want?" she utters, her eyes still full of wonder, not to mention unshed moisture. V'yse stumbles over to Piper, looking a little shocked, but grinning all over nevertheless. "Piper, amazing! Congradulations are definitely in order! Here, steady. Please follow me and we'll get Faldaverth her food." Acadia watches the ever-perky Piper get chosen by the gold dragon. She says, "Congrats, Piper!" before returning her attention to the rapidly-diminishing group of dragonets and eggs remaining on the Sands. Xandra blinks a few times and then claps "Oh! Oh she is beautiful! PIPER!" she waves "So beautiful. Oh this is too good!" Padraig gives Piper's hand one final squeeze and swallows rather convulsively as he lets it go and steps away, leaving the gold dragonet plenty of room. "Piper ... congratulations," he says rather shakily and drifts over toward Lexiana looking just a bit bereft around the edges, and yet, smiling. Like a boat floating gently on the waves, Under the Sea egg sways gently in the sands. Like a wave crashing on the shore, it breaks for sending a shower of water and seaweed coloured flying out from one end. A bronze hatchling steps forth. His body and wings are wetter with birthing fluid than as usual and his swirling eyes blink at the light. One step than another seems so fluid that he appears to swim across the sands rather than walk. There. His prince in waiting. He trumpets and butts Darigan - Da'gan with his head. "Alloth." The studious apprentice says, rocking in his stance. "Yes, yes. Food. Food?" An assistant weyrlingmaster heads to the candidate's aide as he, for once, forgets something. With a whisper of tail against the grey-black sands, the Honeyed Sweetness Green pauses beside a short young lady with black hair. This one! Green head butts gently into her thigh, then the Honeyed Sweetness Green awkwardly rears up onto her haunches, meeting Acadia's eyes for a moment before tumbling gracelessly onto her back. Lexiana gives Padraig a confronting smile. "Well, that was fast." She turns just in time to see the green stops infront of Acadia. "Oh, look Paddy, look." She point towards them." Winter's Breath Bronze Dragonet stuies the other bronze that just impressed. Aha! Now that makes much more sense! Tail swaying, he makes his way up and down the candidate lines, checking out all the males in the group. Yes. Now this is more like it. Ramya watches the proceedings with a smile. She notes who impresses to which dragonet and nods as if to say, 'good choice'. Absently she reaches out to grab P'ter's hand then gives it a squeeze. "They are all so beautiful," she tells him in a soft voice. It looks as if there might be tears in her eyes. But most probably it is just the shimmer from the glows... Piper darts a glance around at her fellow candidates, but her lifemate is calling, and her attention and steps go with her, as they're escorted off the sands by the weyrlingmaster team. Julisin is still watching the bronze, raising an eyebrow questioningly as he heads towards a group of girls. The gold's arrival at Piper's feet is cause for Julisin to smile, as he waves and yells out, "Congratulations, Piper!" He watches on for a few minutes, turning only to keep an eye on the progress of the bronze. The pressure is swapped between feet, Julisin attempting to ease the heat that seems to seep through as if he had no sandals on at all. With a wince, he moves again, briefly looking over at Kyan, then back to the scene unfolding on the sands. Valiant Mouse Brown Dragonet shakes himself and looks about in concentration. Settling on a group of candidates that seem promising to him, he steps forwards with confidence. And as is often the case, too much confidence leads to a fall. Tripping over a trailing wing with a hind foot he mewls in frustration and sorts himself out. Better now, he folds his wings wetly over his back and searches for that group of candidates. But some have impressed, the group is not the same and he is a little confused. Where did they go? Faldaverth wobbles off sands after Piper, crooning softly as they move off. Xandra turns and looks to the other side at Acadia. More applause. More wide eyed amazement. "So..Acadia too! Oh all my friends seem to be so popular!" Acadia leans forward to help the green back up, not hesitating at all. "Be careful Inneth. You don't want to hurt yourself on the day you were born!" Realization sinks in slowly, and the glow lighting above her head is clearly visible. "Inneth? Are you sure?" Dumb question. Jenna ahs to P'wert. "Piper, wasn't it? Well, they kinda match, don't they?" Not a terribly kind remark from the junior weyrwoman, though this isn't the first gold her queen has hatched. Niyath, however, gives her rider a reprooving look. Again, V'yse is just in time to catch another hatchling impress. The weyrlingmaster is looking horribly out of breath. Dashing over to assist Acadia, he grins and offers her a hand if she needs it. "Let's get Inneth some food!" he says. "Follow me!" Padraig squares his shoulders and looks around nodding. "This is great ... yeah, Acadia!" he joins Lexiana in those congratulations as well. Kyan's just not being as attentive to Julisin, poor fellow. He keeps looking off after where Charlie's gone, at least when too-near dragon movements aren't keeping his attention. He does note warily the bronze's direction. The brown seems less of a threat, and that green--just went and got herself impressed. Dismissed. P'wert snorts softly, and whispers to Jenna. "I'd be careful about saying that. Might hurt both their feelings. But they do seem well matched." Chunky gold hatchling, or no, both him and Dowanth might as well be glowing. "They'll be just fine, I'm sure." Valiant Mouse Brown Dragonet is annoyed and having lost track of where he is and he starts to search all over again for that candidate he wanted. There, there! Over to the right, that dark hair there. He sticks his head out in the direction and starts to move forwards. But if head and body are not lined up in the same direction, walking forwards doesn't quite work out right if you are new at this sort of thing. He trips over his own limbs and flops down into the sand, head first. He comes up, blowing sand and eyes whirling. Winter's Breath Bronze Dragonet heads down the line, rejecting this one and that. Too tall. Too skinny. Too nervous. Too old. Too young. Picky little guy, for one just out of his shell. He sits back for a moment, giving a snort of disgust. HELLllloooo! He's supposed to pick one of these things, and it just ain't working. The pie seems to have baked on the sands. Indeed, the Pastry Wrapped Egg has become cracked like an overdone crust. A small fissure appears between lines of golden goodness. A little green muzzle pokes its way out. Nostrils sniff the air hesitantly the withdraw back into the egg. A moment passed and the pretty green slips her way out. She lumbers slowly across the sand, checking faces and shaking her head. Finally, she comes to a rest at a sweet girl from South Boll. "Paith. Paith." She repeats as she and the dragonet rush for something to eat. Xandra is exposed and so seeks comfort in numbers by moving closer to Padraig now "Well. Piper was very deserving." Lexiana watches as the brown is again down for the count, again. "I hope his is okay." when he pops back up, she smiles. "Thata boy." Padraig grins at Xandy and offers her his hand. It might even be a conciliatory gesture. "The dragons go where they know they need to," he says simply, eyes looking up into the Stands briefly, probably looking for his family amongst the sea of faces. Jenna looks around as the last of the eggs crack shell. "There's just those two boys left," she notes to P'wert, nodding at the brown and bronze. "And I don't think that bronze will ever pick." P'wert chuckles softly to Jenna. "Too true. But he must; mustn't he? Wouldn't be good for him not too." He glances reluctantly over the remaining candidates, "Too many left over, with only two to choose. Too bad for the girls, though." Julisin rubs his hands together again, then wipes then on his distinctly white-now-grey tunic. Blue eyes focus forward, Julisin attempting not to continue fidgeting. His gaze drifts across the sands, mainly focused upon bronze and brown, "Is it just me... or is it getting hotter." Self-consciously, the candidate rubs at his neck, shuffling continually. Xandra takes Padraig's offered hand and says "I know. Is your family here? Mine are not, I think?" She looks at the dragonets and says "I hope you'll get a lovely one!" The Winter's Breath Bronze grows increasingly edgy as time passes and his lifemate isn't immediately obvious. Why hasn't the boy leapt out with glad cries! He shoulders past a brightly expectant lad from Ruatha Hold, his tail catching the boy smartly across the legs. The boy stumbles back with a cry, but the bronze pays him no mind, suddenly caught. There! That one! He slinks toward a tall blue-eyed lad, easing to a stop before Julisin. Once he's recovered from his latest blunder, the Valiant Mouse Brown Hatchling climbs back to his feet and hastily tries to gather his composure. He's getting desperate now, gazing longingly at all the candidates, creeling in frusteration. Why can't he find the one he's looking for? Why must it be so hard? He's trying his best here, and yet...There comes a sudden pause, as enlightenment washes over his gentle features. Bugling excitedly, he dashes over towards a girl, trips over his tail, and rolls across the sand with loud squawks of protest, sending candidates scattering everywhere. When his momentum finally dies, he's left lying there at Lexiana's feet. Kyan loses the rest of his cover. The boy eyes between Julisin and the bronze with mild astonishment, then retreats a bit further. "It's hot, all right," he agrees in a mutter, beginning to find the situation visibly amusing. After all, nothing's taken a swipe at /him/ yet, though he does give the boy who yelped a quick look. And where'd that other--? Ky tracks down the brown and relaxes as the critter sprawls out. Jenna ahs. "Finally! There he goes. Who is that that got him? I can't remember his name - oh! And there goes the brown too. Lexiana - oh, she'll make an excellent brownrider. Wonder what his name is?" Padraig nods. "THey are ... all of them ... see?" he points up midway into the Galleries, where a rather large looking family group sits: four riders and three children. Then he looks back at the Sands and smiles. "Juls! Lex! WOO!" Xandra peers up and then turns to see two impressions almost at once. "Oh this is too much! Lexi and ... Julisin got bronze! Oh this is so wonderful." She smiles distantly and squeezes he hand in hers tightly. J'lisin steps back involuntarily, his mouth parted in shock, eyes wide, "Oh of course... We'll get you food right away." He kneels down, one hand reaching up to stroke the bronze's jawline with pure affection. A glimmer appears in Julisin's eyes, the candidate silent for a few moments, then calling out with excitement, "His name is Jaath!" Julisin gets to his feet, blue eyes still focused intently upon his lifemate with joy. V'yse strides out to J'lisin, looking rather breathless from all his running around. "Congrats! Follow me, we'll go get Jaath plenty of food." He then hurries over to Lexiana and helps her steady her new lifemate. "Come on, Lexiana, let's go find Duerth some place where he won't smash everything. Both of you follow me." P'wert lets out a deep sigh as the last hatchling impresses. "Julisin, I think. And Lexiana will make a wonderful brownrider indeed." Each remaining white robed candidates gets a little look as he shakes his head, "It's never easy standing where they are right now, is it, Jenna?" Lexiana looks down at the brown, seeming to be startled a bit. Blinking a couple of times, she reaches out her hands to help right the brown at her feet. "Oh, Duerth. Let me help you up." she takes a bit longer to understand. "Oh, Duerth. Lets get you something to eat." The chaos dies away as the lingering pairs that have not yet been escorted off the sands sort themselves out. All the eggs have hatched, all the pairs have been matched. Niyath stretches, and then rumbles an invitation to Dowanth to go and eat. Jenna nods to P'wert. "Happened to me often enough before Niyath found me. And thank Faranth I never have had to give this speech," she nods to the weyrleaders. Duerth croons at both the touch of his lifemate as she helps him sort himself out and at the thought of food. He stands carefully and nudges her with his blunt head before following. Xandra looks left and right and then asks. "Oh...is it over then?" She blinks at Paddy to one side of her and asks, brightly "Do I have to go home now?" She smiles, a little unsure of where to look. Kyan just looks a trifle relieved to have all those dangerous dragons out of the way, though the sidelong glance he gives the departing ones-- more for the cavern than them, since Charlie's long gone-- is a little bit wistful. Then he takes a deep breath and shifts his feet, looking with renewed alertness to the weyrleader types and out toward the bowl. Yes, burned feet are calling for a quick retreat. Dowanth cranes his neck, looks consideringly at Niyath, and rumbles back. Slowly, he starts to head out. Pwert nods to Jenna, "Twice, for me, before Dowanth saw me there. I . . . I would hate to have to give this speech as much hear it again." Ramya looks over at the candidates left on the sands. She looks over at P'ter and says, "It is done." Then she nods towards those that are left and nudges him. Padraig takes a deep breath, lets it out and nods. "Yep." He offers Xandra his arm. "Don't think you -have- to go home though Xandy ..." he trails off. "Though I'll be glad enough to get off the Sands now ... ow!" P'ter shakes himself out of his watching at being nudged. "Well, no blood on the sands, so I'll consider this a good hatching." Xandra looks down andthen something dawns "Oh...oh...OW?" she grins a wide, rather silly grin "I think so too. And I don't think I can go to the place you want to go to." She then releases his hand and steps back. "Let's go somewhere cooler" Jenna follows Niyath, nodding grimly to P'wert. P'wert follows the dragons out, staying close to Jenna. A last look is given to the sands and shattered shells as he exits off them. P'ter hugs Ramya briefly and then clears his throat. He calls out loudly, "Okay folks, can you please gather over here at the edge of the sands. Thanks you." Padraig drops his arm and he hesitates for a moment, then walks in amongst the shards, turning pieces over here and there. Fingers pick out several specific bits of colored shells and then he trots after Xandra at a rapid clip, to get off the Sands and meet his family. Kyan tags along with the others, just impatient to cool his feet. "We can stay, right?" he asks P'ter, blunt as always. P'ter actually chuckles at Kyan, and that's a first for him at this time in the proceedings. Nothing's ever made him laugh before. "Yes Kyan, you can stay. You took the words right out of my mouth in fact. And to be honest, I hope you do stay. I hope you all stay." Ramya walks over to stand by P'ter. She smiles at the candidates who are left but says nothing as she listens to P'ter. And that's all Kyan wanted to know. He nods a thank-you to P'ter and shifts on the balls of his feet, glancing around at the others. "I'm staying," he says simply. "'Cause Charlie's staying." Which is predictable, really.... Ramya grins at Kyan, "Well we are glad about that." Padraig clears his throat. "If I may sir ... once I've finished my Baker training, if they take me that is, I'd like to ask to come back ... but my feet are headed for Tillek and an interview with Master Dendra I think." He grins a bit cheekily and quips: "They need a lotta help in that Kitchen over yonder." His head jerks toward the inner caverns. P'ter shakes his head after Kyan, "Well, the rest of you, don't rush to make up your minds. No one is going to chuck you out. And we want you to stay." He jerks his thumb towards the exit, "Let's head out to the living cavern. Food and drink provided." Kyan isn't about to argue. He said food! Padraig nods and scrambles off the Sands. Food sounds good to him too. |
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