Difference between revisions of "Logs:Jenryth and Corineth's clutch hatches"

Jenryth digs her claws into the sand, lifts her muzzle and starts to hum loudly into the air.

Corineth startles out of his nap at Jenryth's hum and grumbles at the loss of his relaxation before he realizes what the humming is. He rumbles to the queen before lifting his muzzle to add a baritone hum to the mix.

Up on the ledges, Peering down at the sands, Verenth lifts his head skyward and starts to echo the gold's sound.

Up on the ledges, Spying a familiarly-colored dragon below, Nalaieth circles lazily, enjoying the breeze her wingbeats create, before settling onto the ledge near the Reachians. Nolee takes a longer moment to get down, muttering as she does, "Just insane with you pudging out to be hopping through the air. You hurt those eggs, and I'll be peeling tubers for--oh." Nala's alto joins in.

Up on the ledges, Close on Vildaeth's heels is Neiveth, the extravagant blue flaring bright wings to bring himself to a landing near his larger clutchsibling. "C'len, hi!" L'sen hails the bronzerider excitedly before he even gets himself unbuckled. "Are they really? Neiveth said--" There's no need to finish, as the blue takes up the hum, bobbing his head happily.

In the galleries, Josilina meanders up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Josilina has arrived.

In the galleries, S'rist wanders up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, S'rist has arrived.

Up on the ledges, On the Ledges of the High Reaches Weyr Hatching Grounds(#512RJas$)

Up on the ledges, Verenth continues to hum loudly.

Up on the ledges, Well, as loudly as the normally silent Verenth does anything, that is.

In the galleries, S'rist makes his way into the galleries, heading for a seat by way of the hospitality table, where he picks up a pastry to munch on to make up for the meal he's putting off to come watch the eggs shimmy and shake.

Rilsa tucks her blouse into her skirt as she makes her way onto the sands. "They -always- time it when I finally get a chance to have one of Master Myri's carob creme brulees." She says to her Matheny, smiling at the weyrwoman. A nod is given to the Queen and a wink is tossed to her dragon who is too busy humming like a proud papa to even care.

In the galleries, Yselle has arrived.

Up on the ledges, C'len's greeting L'sen before he looks up, spotting the gold's arrival. Vildaeth takes a break from his humming to bugle a bright greeting that echoes in the cavern, causing his rider to wince once. "It's not snowing," he offers to Nolee, as if that might make a visit to High Reaches more hospitable.

Matheny is chewing on one thumbnail as she steps out onto the sands, and actually makes it halfway towards Jenryth before she looks up and around at her surroundings. The humming of the dragons pierces her inner-reverie and she first shudders and then laughs joyfully and half turns, waiting for Rilsa until they can both continue on towards their lifemates. "It's always that way. I suspect they plan it. Hatching day, yay!" She claps and then steps around a trembling egg. "This is the best part."

In the galleries, Bayan has arrived.

Up on the ledges, Ozriadasoth lands with a silent graceful movement, taking up one side with the most space, humming deep in her chest with a warm welcoming tune. Suri drops from the green, looking down at the eggs and waving to those already taking up their own spots on the ledges.

In the galleries, Seated at the front with her eternal sidekick, Joilin, at her side, Satiet smooths down the fabric of her pale blue gown and fidgets a bit with pent up nerves. Low asides are spared the brownrider at her side, and polite smiles are offered to those people she recognizes, the rare person also being gifted a faint smile. "Reaches duties," she calls over clearly to a familiar trader head.

Up on the ledges, "It isn't!" Nolee happily agrees, waving to the bluerider as well as to the woman who has just arrived. "Ista's greetings. I'm Nolee," she offers, though the words are lost to the sound of the echoing hum. Instead, she shrugs, and settles for a wave. Nala dips her long neck in a hello as well, while Nolee squints at the sand. "Are they moving yet? I can't tell from here."

In the galleries, "Right, yes, Eggs, I know, thank you so much, dear. It's not like the humming dragons gave me any clue or anything," Yselle's step is light, her demeanour cheerful, for all that she's been absent from 'Reaches for so long. "I don't know if anyone /takes/ bets here, but I'll be sure to bet a thirty second on green coming out first, yes, I know." She's talking to herself, apparently. "Telgar's duties on this wonderful day," she calls out to anyone who might be interested in hearing it. "I don't suppose Kassi's here? Or anyone who might be taking bets? Dianneth's nagging at me."

"Yes, happy day!" Rilsa says, moving to link her arm with Matheny's if she catches up in time. "It is always so sad to see such pretty eggs destroyed but ... the dragonets are always entertaining to watch and something to be proud of at 'Reaches."

Up on the ledges, L'sen beams, first at C'len and then at Nolee. "Oh, hi. I'm L'sen," he introduces himself to the goldrider. "So you're that one that Vildaeth caught? I heard about that, you know what I mean? You did good," he declares, the last words added with a grin to the nearby bronze and his rider. Then: "Suri! C'mon and join us," he offers the greenrider with an enthusiastic wave, as he steps away from Neiveth to peer at the sands.

In the galleries, Josilina pauses to nod and exchange general hellos here and there - and a general "Reaches duties," - as she manouvers her way to a seat. She's attempting to keep her full juice glass from spilling on anyone, and she's mostly successful - the worst splash doesn't hit anything more critical than a shoe, and she grimaces an apology before plopping on a bench.

In the galleries, Jenna strolls up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Jenna has arrived.

In the galleries, S'rist chuckles, "I'm not running bets, but if you want to make a small wager... I'll take you up on it." he responds to Yselle's query, as he makes his way back down to the table to get something to drink before heading back to a seat from which he can watch the goings on.

In the galleries, Divya strides up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Divya has arrived.

In the galleries, Jenna climbs up the steps, offering a cheery, "Fort's duties!" She moves to find a seat, "Have any of the eggs broken shell yet?"

In the galleries, Ayana strides up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Ayana has arrived.

In the galleries, Delu wanders up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Delu has arrived.

In the galleries, Near the entrance, a Reaches resident offers a terse, "Nope, not yet," to the Fortian weyrwoman, and then on a double take, sits up a bit more respectfully to Jenna.

In the galleries, Yselle laughs at S'rist's response. "Me? Shells, I lose with montonous regularity, no Dianneth is the one who's all keen to bet. Green, of course. I'm sure she'd try to suggest a green would hatch from any golden eggs you might have. Speaking of which, I keep hearing conflicting rumours about that. Oh, and I'm to convey Telgar's deepest respect for your queens, of course." Her gaze takes in, but does not shrink from the other assembled dignitaries. She even smiles quite cheerfully at Josilina.

In the galleries, Ayana follows in after Delu, looking around and grinning. "Wow, this is-" and suddenly stops when she stops a familiar face. "Baye!" She calls suddenly, running over to him with a wide smile.

Matheny links arms and carries onwards, the hot sands taking the freshly polished look right off her boots. "It is sad. But happy too, I've been dying to see what's inside these eggs. Yeah, I love watching the new dragonets." Dragons wing in overhead with visitors, and Math looks up and then towards the galleries. "There's nothing like getting this view of the sands."

Up on the ledges, Verenth does a little foreclaw dance with anticipation, head rapidly darting back and forth as he waits for the Candidates to make their appearance.

Rilsa chuckles, taking her time in viewing the galleries and ledges as well as she could. She lifts a hand to wave here or there to people she recognizes before answering Math. "The view ... the heat ... the claws." She chuckles.

In the galleries, Delu grins and follows Ayana towards Bayan, "See, Ay, told you this was a good idea!" She looks out at the sands, and grins a bit. "Oh, thre they are! Ay!" She giggles. "And they look even more nervous than we did, I think! Was it really only a turn and a half ago that it was us? They look more scared than I did!" As if that is possible.

In the galleries, Divya climbes up the stairs, holding up her skirt to avoid tripping on it. She pauses as the Candidates stream onto the Sands, waving to Amilin before continuing her climb.

In the galleries, Jenna smiles, easily waving a hand at the resident. In fact, she clamors over him to get a seat more near the middle. "I just was glad to have a restday to come," she remarks, settling down. Spying Divya, she waves, gesturing for the Reaches brownrider to join her.

In the galleries, S'rist chuckles as he retakes his seat, "Well, I will take up that thirtysecond on a green first with your Dianneth. As for the presence of golden eggs, I'm sure Corineth might suggest it's possible, but I strongly doubt he could sire one, even if he is as big as a bronze."

In the galleries, Bayan looks up form his musings in time to see someone run right into him. He looks down and his smirk appears, "Aya! What are you and Delu doing here? Awefully far from Igen, aren't you?" He chuckles and gives Delu a nod in greeting, "Delu! It's good to see you again! Here to see the clutch?"

S'din stops and pivots on the ball of his foot, his bow perfectly calculated as he executes it toward Corineth and Jenryth. Rilsa and Matheny, of course, get a cheeky grin as he steps off to the side.

In the galleries, Delu nods enthusiastically to Bayan, "Oh, yes! You know, I've never actually /seen/ a hatching! I missed most of ours, between being terrified, and then Impressing so early! So when Boskyth heard about this, I couldn't resist coming!"

In the galleries, Ayana let's go of Bayan long enough to smile at him, then turns to look at Delu, "This is! And don't they? I can't believe it's been over a turn for us as well!" SHe glances back at Bayan, "How have you been? You're coming to see our weyrs?"

Rilsa wrinkles her nose in response to S'din's greeting but can't prevent the amused grin that quirks at the corners of her lips. Her gaze moves from the ominous Weyrlingmaster to the entrance where the candidates should be making their appearance.

In the galleries, Yselle grins, spits on her palm and offers it to S'rist. How uh... ladylike. "Done! And well, you know, people will say anything, someone told me yesterday in complete seriousness that Belior was made of green cheese, so, a gold from a brown? Well, that's hardly news at all."

Up on the ledges, "Me?" Nolee's cheeks pinken, only slightly. "Nalaieth is, yes," she politely replies to L'sen, though a little smile sneaks in there at the end. "Suri?" is added to the arriving rider, along with a little curtsy that looks rather silly. Then she scoots a little closer to the edge, bound in by Nalaieth's large paw, preventing any mishaps.

In the galleries, S'rist doesn't hesitate at all to spit and shake with Yselle, laughing as he does, "Done, and you're right, it's amazing what some people will believe." He grins and moves back to his seat, looking out as the candidates should start to make their way onto the sands soon with the weyrlingmaster out there.

Matheny wiggles the fingers of her free hand over at the Weyrlingmaster in a greeting wave and then leans forward a little so that she can watch all the candidates come in while she comments to Rilsa. "I just hope everyone stays safe this time. I'm sure they will." As if she were reassuring herself.

In the galleries, Bayan grins, looking around at everyone gathered, "I still ahve never been to a hatching before. I'm sure I'll miss this one...business and all, you understand." and he winks before looking down at Ayana, "I've been better. It's a long story ofcourse."

In the galleries, Delu has eyes only for the sands, her gaze sweeping over the eggs and the candidates with a bright grin. "Well, none of them is as beautiful as Boskyth's egg was, but they are still pretty!" Not biased at all. She glances at Bayan, briefly, with a smile. "Hey, Bayan! Yeah, you need to come visit." She turns quickly back to the sands with her gaze.

In the galleries, Yselle gives S'rist a firm handshake that any holdboy would be proud of. "Come on green!" she calls out towards the sands.

Up on the ledges, C'len ducks his head, a brief blush spreading across his face at L'sen's remark. But Vil, on the other hand, seems to puff up some, glad of what could be construed as a compliment to him. His rider, having collected some juice from the refreshment table, returns to stand next to the bronze while looking out at the sands, then waves to the new arrivals.

Up on the ledges, Verenth thumps his tail back and forth as the Candidates finally start to file out on to the sands.

In the galleries, Divya joins Jenna and sits down. "High Reaches' duties to Fort and her queens! Did you come for the Hatching or get caught here in all the hubbub?"

The humming increases in tone, loud and deep enough to make everything seem to vibrate along with it, sand, stone and body. The candidates have all assembled about the mound of eggs, and as the first begins to move, they all bow in unison to dam and sire before taking up a wary watchfulness of the eggs.

Rathin steps out onto the sands, slowing after a few steps as the heat hits him. Shoulders straightening a moment later, he soldiers on, moving over to join the other candidates. His robe, overly large for him, billows a bit in the slight breeze as he walks.

Up on the ledges, "Oh, yeah," agrees L'sen, nodding back at Nolee and C'len. "That's what I meant." If he's at all aware of their discomfort, he pays it no mind, instead pointing at the sounds. "Look, there they come!"

Up on the ledges, Suraiya is trying to get a good look of the sands, waiting for the candidates. She seems to have missed L'sen's call, but the goldrider's words actually catches her attention. She looks towards the group, blinking, then grins fully and heads their way with an eye to the eggs. "'Lo there, 'M Suraiya, or Suri as ya mentioned." Any previous introductions are missed. Oh look, candidates! Ozri warbles her own greetings as they come out onto the sands.

In the galleries, Ayana takes a look at the sands, nodding as she fully lets go of her brother. "You're right, love," she says to Delu, "Ky's egg was awefully pretty! But that's me." She grins at Bayan, trying to swift attention between the two, "Business? Heh, I need not ask!" She looks back to the eggs, "I wonder who will get what?"

Psycho Psychic Egg shifts in the heat of the sands, flashing momentarily--but it may just be a glint of light falling onto the egg, rather than actual movement. Maybe. Though one tell-tale crack begins to spread from one end, through the flamboyant color and toward the more calming silver edge.

In the galleries, Jenna smiles at Divya. "Good to see you. And duties and all that. I came for the hatching. Nice for you all to arrange it on my restday," she teases.

Shaylar moves out onto the sands, and after the bow, she tries to pick up her feet so the sand doesn't cover her sandaled feet. She wipes her hands on her white robed thighs and plants herself somewhere near Harley. She is more interested in the eggs than her fellow candidates for the moment.

Rilsa takes a long look at the gaggle of candidates that make up the semi-circle and murmurs. "It's amazing how well they clean up. They look ... almost respectable."

As Morowen steps out onto the sands, he tugs self-consciously at the bottom of his robe, before trekking across to find a place in the loose semi-circle. It's only then that the heat hits him, and a discomforted fidget ensues with his feet shuffling about.

Maja follows Rathin out, as well joining the group bow-- although her choice of comrade is the man she followed out. "You sounded entirely too reluctant," she notes to Rathin. Her feet are planted on the ground and the heat doesn't seem to phaze her.

In the galleries, Delu shrugs, with a grin. "Dunno. I don't know anyone down there, or at this weyr for that matter." A brief, worried flicker crosses her face. "Should we have asked before coming, Ay? I mean, it should be ok, right, that we're here?" A deep breath, "I think that one just moved!"

Harley takes a deep breath and wishes she hadn't. She takes her place among the others, near Shaylar and a candidate who seems to squeak each time the egg rocks.

Up on the ledges, Nolee points as the candidates begin to arrive, the timing coinciding with L'sen's comment. "I can see them!" the squinting girl replies. Nalaieth's hum drops a few notes, welcoming the arrivals. "Oh, Ista's duties and all that," is sent across the still-noisy space. "Good view from up here, at least."

In the galleries, Within earshot of Delu, Satiet's glance turns to observe the broadly set woman a high arc of askance set in the young weyrwoman's eyebrow. After a pause, she calls over an easy reply, "If you mean to ask one of us if you can be here, sure you can. If-," and here the crystalline eyes land on the indications of the girl's rank, "You mean someone else, I'll at least pretend I never saw you here."

In the galleries, Bayan grins at the two girls before turning his gaze back to the eggs, "Well, you know me, Aya. I get around..." and he nods, "I'll be sure to come back and visit Igen. I really do want to see your weyrs." His nods to Delu then, "Yes, that one sure looked like it moved..."

In the galleries, Divya chuckles. "Our dragons are courteous that way. I think it's all the fish from Tillek we feed them--it's their way of saying thank you. Do you have any tricks at Fort for your queens, Jenna?"

Matheny chuckles at Rilsa's comment and then beams a smile at all the candidates, "They look lovely. Mostly, anyway." Jenryth lowers her head and at the same time Math shifts her attention to one of the closer eggs as it displays vigorous life. "Should be any moment now I guess. Oh, I can't wait. Green you think Rilsa?"

Psycho Psychic Egg spins suddenly, a whirling that makes the patterns on its shell even more psychedelic as glowing, gaudy pinks and yellows twist and turn. The one crack spreads to many, a few pieces of smoky white falling off.

In the galleries, Ayana grins at Delu, then shrugs, about to answer, but the woman beat her to it. She nods to the woman, "Thank you, ma'am," and just gives a grin to Delu and Bayan.

Rathin watches the eggs for a while, but then noting there's no dragons to keep track of yet, turns his attention to the galleries, gaze running over the crowd there. He can't help himself; he gives a cheerful wave at the crowd, though he doesn't seem to be waving to anyone in particular. Maja is given a sidelong, amused look at her comment, not to mention her presence next to him. "Did I?" his voice is even, giving away nothing as he brushes his hair back.

In the galleries, Delu looks quickly at Satiet, and grins a bit, standing to offer, belatedly, a salute. "Ma'am! No, we are allowed to *between* where we want now, I just, I guess I don't always know the proper protocol for these things! We came ehre in as bit of a rush..." She glances at Ayana, and then back to the goldrider. "We are very excited to be here, though!"

"Brown." Rilsa replies, giving Math a smile. "Not that I'm biased or anything." Her eyes flash toward the moving egg.

Shaylar points out the psychodelic looking egg and grins, "Oh, ook. That's Morowen's favorite." She looks around for the tall candidate and locates him, grinning at him. Then the egg moves again and that candidate on the other side of Harley squeaks again. She nudges Harley, "What's with her?"

Up on the ledges, Suraiya bobs her head. "Everything's jus' a little smaller," she says as she shuffles a bit closer to the edge. Ozriadasoth notices and squeezes her small frame a bit closer; close enough to get her tail around her lifemate. Her blue eyes glance back momentarily to C'len and L'sen's directions, smiling at the two of them. "Do ya think Maja will find her match this time 'round?"

In the galleries, Bayan looks amused at the two, then turns to nod a greeting to Satiet. He looks back to the eggs, interest playing in his eyes.

Maja isn't too close to Rathin, of course-- she keeps a respectable distance. "I suppose you wouldn't be willing to tell me why?" She does manage a gaze at the galleries as well, although offers no wave and quickly glances back down to the eggs.

The mottled swirls of snow white and klah brown shiver expectantly as the Furry Furey Egg comes to life. Perhaps indicative of the life within, the egg's occupant seems lazy in its desire to leave as it weaves back and forth in the depression of sand it was left in. Back and forth it wobbles until the continuous movement finally causes the egg to shatter unceremoniously. The fact that its housing has disappeared doesn't stop the silver-dusted, luminescent blue from bounding off with the precise gait of absolute conviction. Jeremian, a sandy haired boy from Tillek, finally exhales the breath he'd been keeping, into an exuberant, "Arneloth, you're absolutely perfect!"

Switchy Stitchy Egg wobbles first, a little shudder that runs down its sides. The prolonged twitch stirs it from its sturdy little depression in the sands, and it rolls over once before stilling again, patient.

In the galleries, Jenna shakes her head at Divya. "Nope. It's been a while since Niyath rose too. - oh, there they go. Blue first. S'nice."

In the galleries, Ayana salutes as well belatedly, nodding, "Igen's duty," she says to Satiet before moving between Delu and Bayan and eyeing the sands.

Up on the ledges, Verenth has quietly down now that the eggs are actually hatching and Impressions beginning.

In the galleries, Rolling her shoulders back, Satiet's hand wave is a careless gesture of dismissal. "Protocol, if your weyrlingmasters taught you right and given," she gives the Igen colors another, very surreptitious sort of look of bemusement, "Te'an was one of the assistants I do have to wonder, but respectfulness and representation of your Weyr's all that's required." And as a rustle of excited whispers races through the crowd at the first impression, the goldrider turns quickly to follow the events on the sands. "Ah, was that the first? Blue was it?"

Up on the ledges, "Blue, it's blue!" L'sen squeals excitedly. "Blue, blue, blue," he adds in a little sing-song voice. Then, calmer, he tells Suraiya, "I hope so. I mean, really. She's earned it, right? After all this time and stuff. Maybe she will."

Rilsa's nose wrinkles but she laughs. "Melata should be thrilled. Doesn't she wager on blues all the time?" Her eyes follow the new weyrling before returning to view the candidates remaining, somewhat focusing on a chatting pair.

Up on the ledges, Nolee leans forward, clinging to Nala's forelimbs where the queen has taken up a resting position, and the girl is squinting intently downward. Seeing motion below, she waves back encouragingly. "A speck waved," she explains, then glances back and forth between the Reachians, missing the first hatching, "Ohh, have you a favorite? Which one's Maja?"

Shaylar bounces excitedly, "Blue. The first one is blue!" The squeaking candidate is forgotten as the hatching begins in earnest. Her eyes sparkle and she shifts from foot to foot absently now, not noticing the heat of the sands in her excitment.

Harley glances sidelong at Shaylar and tries not to roll her eyes. "Nerves I guess. Otherwise, no idea." She mutters so only Shaylar hears. If she hears in this racket. Another glance at Squeaker. "I hope she doesn't faint on us." When the egg shatters a rather loud squeak pops out of her causing Harley to ask "You all right?" The girl doesn't take her eyes from the eggs but nods her head rapidly, almost violently.

In the galleries, "You're as bad at betting as I am!" Yselle snorts, talking once again to thin air. She rifles through her pocket coming up with a thirtysecond, and heading over to S'rist. "Here you go. I pay my debts, that way I don't get confused later."

With a final shudder, cracks spread like a spinner's web across the surface of the Psycho Psychic Egg with tiny popping sounds. With a rather obnoxious bellow, the hatchling bursts forth, shooting egg fragments across the sands and even manages to nail his sire's nose. The pose of the dragonette is nothing short of kitsch but it is endearing. Once he feels he has been properly ogled, he makes his way out of the egg shards disaster area that was his home.

Up on the ledges, Verenth swishes his tail back and forth happily as he sees the blue.

Suave Homely Brown Dark and swarthy, this dragonet, the shade of dusky twilight before the stars have revealed themselves. Shades of copper burnish the edges of his too-large wings, highlighting the boundaries of their shadowy expanse and blending along his hindquarters to clothe his short tail in gloaming russet. Sleek lines speak of a frame that is well-muscled, his head and neck cloaked in darkness except where gilt-flecked brown touches the tips of his neckridges and the blunt plane of his wide snout. That snout looks as if it's been flattened with something heavy, serving as a counterpoint to his closely placed, sharp eyes. Russet the same shade as his tail tracks across his chest and underbelly in an ornate pattern that curves down and stops just at the tip of his talon-capped paws.

Rathin's gaze flickers back to the eggs, though doesn't linger there long, subtly shifting his feet as if to conceal the fact that the heat bothers him more than it does Maja. "And chance to destroy your indefatigable interest and curiosity about my person? Hardly," he drawls in response to her. He looks taken aback at the first Impression, licking his lips. "That was... fast."

Corineth rumbles in approval to his first born of this clutch. Once again, the proud sire seems to puff out his chest and peer at the children who will be lifemated with his own hatchlings.

Morowen shifts near Rathin, eyeing the other man a bit suspiciously before turning back to the eggs. "That- this is happening quickly," he notes, maybe a bit too obviously and unintentionally echoing Rathin.

In the galleries, Divya claps for the first Impression. "I'm glad I didn't bet on this group like I usually do. I'd have lost on that egg--I thought it would hatch a brown......" Her voice trails off as another egg hatching, this time with a brown. "Oh shells. I was so close."

In the galleries, St'vren walks up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, St'vren has arrived.

In the galleries, Delu grabs Ayana's hand as the egg hatches, and promptly Impresses. "Ohh! Did you see that, Ayana? This is very exciting!" She grins a bit to Satiet, "Yes, ma'am, Te'an has been one of our teachers. He's from here, yes? He's been wonderful!" She looks back quickly, "A brown, Aya! He looks like a tiny little Kyreth! Was he ever really that small?"

Matheny's eyes light up and she claps one hand against her thigh as a fellow Tillekian impresses. "A blue! He's lovely too. Of course I always think all of them are." Then she giggles at Rilsa, "I'm sure she will! Can't blame her if she does, though I would think that lifemate of hers would be rooting for green." Math watches a little and then when another dragon emerges pokes a little at the clutchsire's rider, "There you go! A dark looking brown too."

Corineth rumbles in surprise at the shard attack from the brown.

Up on the ledges, Suraiya claps her hands, excited just as much as the bluerider. "I knew it!" She looks up at her own lifemate, who seems a bit less enthusiastic. "Ya see, it's always blue." Well, for Suri. With things picking up, her eyes dart back and forth between the sands and back to those around her. "Oh, Maja's that one," she says pointing to one white-clad candidate. "I think. She was in our candidacy last time." To L'sen she says, "I really hope so too."

In the galleries, Ayana holds onto Delu's hand tightly, feeding on her excitement, "A brown is it? Oh, was Ky really /that/ small when he hatched? Interesting!" She nods to Satiet, "Yes, ma'am, Te'an is one of our teachers, and a good one." She leans against Delu, trying to see, "Who will get him.."

In the galleries, Jenna grins at Divya, before nodding around to the faces she doesn't know. "Corineth did well for Fort, that's certain. I'm sure this clutch will be as solid."

Shaylar wows softly as a brown poses for a moment and then heads out among the candidates. She scratches her arms absently and mutters something about very sharp claws before glancing quickly around at the other eggs for sign of movement. She then glances around Harley at the squeaker candidate, "Deep breaths. It helps."

Up on the ledges, "Ohh, he is dark," Nolee observes. Nalaieth rumbles lowly, finding the youngster oddly appealing even though he has a flat snout. "That one?" Nolee leans her head to each side, guessing about which white blob is indicated. "I'll think good thoughts for her, too. And did you see that? It looked like the egg shell went flying all over the place."

Maja is simply good at hiding things, and she shuffles a single foot a few inches behind her. "Indefatigable isn't entirely the right word," she notes, then glances towards the newly hatched brown. "Having been out here before, I can safely say that it will continue to go fast." A sidenote to Rathin, "And I believe you prefer that."

Up on the ledges, "I hope so, too," agrees L'sen, biting his lip a moment as he leans over to study Maja. Then, helpfully, he shouts, "Go Maja!" to her, though she's certainly not to hear it amid all the other background noise. It makes him feel better, anyway.

Harley grins at the brown posing like he is, the blue pair making their way off the grounds and Shaylar's comment to the girl on the other side of her, who nods again though not as violently. She herself takes a deep breath.

In the galleries, St'vren is not late. Certainly not. He is perfectly on time, exactly as he planned, and any rumors that he might have been lounging about all day like a lazy bum are false and untrue. "Telgar's duties to High Reaches and her queens, and congratulations on this event. Did I miss anything fun? Anyone fainted, tried to lure a dragonet, lost their robe?" He grins at Yselle as he deftly maneuvers through the people, does a quick little handshake-salute-thing with his clutchmate Darya, and ends up beside Satiet. "Evening, weyrwoman," he says, and makes a little gesture as though he might ruffle her hair. Which he doesn't. Yet. "May I steal this seat?"

S'din guides the blue pair to safety, his eyes scanning the sands for danger with practiced ease.

Jenryth switches her tail lightly back and forth in the hot sands while she watches the eggs start to reveal the true treasures within.

In the galleries, Delu grins and lets go of Ayana's hand, instead slipping her arm around the brownrider's waist. "I think the really tall girl, she /looks/ like a brownrider, I think." She grins, "Oh, but I bet it's hard to shoose for them!"

Suave Homely Brown almost trips over a bright egg fragment, large wings splaying for balance and showing off their coppery edges at the same time. He takes a few more steps forward, his sharp eyes whirling almost as fast as his egg spun, a moment's interest in those close to him before he moves on to find fun elsewhere.

Switchy Stitchy Egg shudders several more times, the movements lasting longer, the time between them growing shorter until it's one protracted trembling. The shake strengthens slowly, building upon itself as its occupant seeks its freedom.

In the galleries, Yselle winks over at St'vren. "Hey there. Heard a rumour about you," she calls over. "Now /you/ are something I should've bet on. I would so have won."

"No?" Rathin's eyes are on the brown hatchling, now, keeping an eye on it, though he answers Maja, "Tireless? Unwearying? Unflagging? Endless?" The litany of words offered in place of the one she discarded. With a quiet laugh, the ex-trader glances at Morowen with a wry grin. "She's right. Faster is better. I'd like to get out of this -dress-." His hand vaguely tugs at his robe. "It's a little too breezy for my comfort."

Up on the ledges, Suraiya pulls against Ozriadasoth's tail, though she can't really get any closer to the edge without risking a very long drop to the hot sands. "'M glad I wasn't down there this time.. I hope no candidates got hurt with the shards flyin' an' all." She glances back at L'sen's antics and chuckles. Ozri offers her own bugle, hoping that'd reach the candidates instead of her lifemate's calls.

In the galleries, The Igenites receive another little look from Satiet, and then outright laughter. The delight changes her expression form coolly reserved to almost approachable. "It'd be a wonder if Te'an did teach you well. It'd be a wonder and I'd think the Igen sun favors him better than our cooler temperatures." It's in the midst of this tease of the absent greenrider that St'vren finds her, and for a moment the uncertainty of whether to don on her mask again wavers at the unfinished-but-intended gesture before a brief smile fixates onto her lips. "Duties to Telgar, bronzerider. Have a seat."

Morowen shakes his head at Rathin, yet again, "Your the only person on Pern who complains when standing on the sands of a hatching.", he then turns to Shaylar, "Are you as nervous as I am?", then looks out at the brown hatchling stumbling about the sands.

In the galleries, Ayana smiles at Delu with excitement, then winks, "You think so? Hm, maybe..." she trails off as she looks back at the sands and leans against her more. To Satiet, she grins, "He handled himself quite well over there, ma'am, save for when he wants to steal meatrolls off my plate!"

Shaylar catches a few words from Rathin and Maja's direction and rolls her eyes at Harley, "Here, in THIS, and they are still arguing. Like old auntie and uncle." She doesn't let that dampen her excitment however. Morowen's question causes her to crow delightedly, "Not nervous. Excited. Yes."

Due to powerful shifts, it almost seems like the glittering black sands are being obscured by the golden grains of the Reachian hatching grounds, as it burrows itself further down. The harmonious blend of the Ista Vista Egg comes to an end as the shell flakes off in the half-buried state it's gotten into, and a discomforted looking green's neck seems to jut upward. Of a pale spring shade, the young green squirms herself up and out of the hatching grounds and frolics in circles, as if chasing her tail, and then plants herself, with a skid of sand flaring up, in front of a broad older woman. "You," Priya's faint wince dies in light of the voice in her head, "Are going to be trouble, aren't you, Esrieth?"

In the galleries, Bayan keeps quiet, eyeing the two girls and keeping his whole focus on the eggs.

Slack Black Egg sits, the dull shine of the glow lights and what little afternoon light shines from above wrapping around its surface. There's a tremor here, a tremor there that dislodges some of the sand mound it sits in, but nothing definitive to its movements and after a while, it goes slack again; seemingly devoid of life.

In the galleries, Delu giggles softly, "He had his moments. I do recall one lesson, when that bluerider friend of his visited, where he was more interested in flirting than teaching, but we managed to get by! L'sen, that was his name! It took us ages to work out hot to put straps on the dragons, with those two teaching us."

Matheny starts to chew at her thumbnail again, catches herself doing it and pulls it forcibly from her mouth. "Bad habits are so hard to break. I was never this nervous as a candidate. To silly to know what I was doing. Oh! Look at the green."

Up on the ledges, Nolee echoes L'sen, cheerily adding her thin voice to the call, "Go Maja!" though she still isn't quite sure which one Maja might be. The motion nearby of Ozriadasoth's tail being tugged draws her attention, and she smiles. "Yours is protective, too," though any further concern is turned toward the candidates, and their safety. "True! Oh, that green, how adorable, chasing her tail!"

S'din nods sagely as he overhears Matheny, "Back then we were young and dumb, that's for sure. Of course, I've only gotten better-looking in the intervening years."

The Switchy Stitchy Egg explodes open with such a force that it seems to lift up and fly backwards before landing out of view of the candidates. The Disdainful Dark Brown Hatchling steps out from behind his sire and dam, deigning to give them a nod of respect before raising himself to his full height, glaring out at the candidates purposefully.

Disdainful Dark Brown Though of average length and height, this dark brown's slender frame and long, thin limbs elongate him, making him seem stretched past proper proportion. His hide is an almost uniform shade of deep brown, shadows sculpting sharp angles along his musculature. He bears a muzzle distinctive for both its large size and the sharp hook at its tip: it's a nose made for looking down. Above it, his eyes are large and brooding but keenly intelligent. His wings continue that sulky theme; though dark like the rest of him, they are thin enough to gleam a proper shade of brown in sunlight, the large sails perfect for swooping and looming.

In the galleries, Though of average length and height, this dark brown's slender frame and long, thin limbs elongate him, making him seem stretched past proper proportion. His hide is an almost uniform shade of deep brown, shadows sculpting sharp angles along his musculature. He bears a muzzle distinctive for both its large size and the sharp hook at its tip: it's a nose made for looking down. Above it, his eyes are large and brooding but keenly intelligent. His wings continue that sulky theme; though dark like the rest of him, they are thin enough to gleam a proper shade of brown in sunlight, the large sails perfect for swooping and looming.

Maja quickly responds, "Finite," she insists--even if her actions seem to dictate otherwise. Her arms uncross and she holds them to her sides. It might be a nervous twitch, though her face is devoid of it. "You could have chosen a different one, or had someone sew it. But perhaps you secretly enjoy the breeze, hmm?" The dragonet behavior actually pull a laugh from the candidate.

In the galleries, "Ha, that's what you think," Yselle keeps her eyes mostly on the eggs, but shoots the occasional glance at St'vren, smirking. "Shells, you're only just out of WEYRLINGHOOD and already you're tied down. What happened to that carefree young man with no ties? The only reason I would've lost is because I was sure you were going to hold out longer." She's smirking.

Suave Homely Brown spends a moment of his time to warble at a girl that he comes across, almost flirtatious, but then he moves on. His wings drag behind him as if he doesn't yet have the energy to keep them up and on display all the time, though clearly all of Pern should be dazzled by them--especially all these white robed creatures. A sudden bugle demands attention, brassy and loud!

In the galleries, "The only thing anyone would have bet on about me was whether or not that poor excuse for a robe I made would last out the Hatching," St'vren retorts back in Yselle's direction. "I think someone /did/, as a matter of fact." He ignores that comment about a rumor (for now) and seats himself beside Satiet, making an effort to sit without ruining the creases of his dress trous. "Thank you, weyrwoman," he says, with such grave courtesy it could almost be teasing. "Are /you/ making any bets tonight? Looks like browns are the winning color."

Up on the ledges, Ozriadasoth looks down at the goldrider for her 'mate, and as if answering her she pushes Suraiya the last few inches forward to the very tip of the ledge. "Ozzy!" Suri squeaks, getting pulled back immediately. Not entirely disturbed, her blue eyes find Nolee. "Not entirely, she jus' doesn't want to see me ruin a good hatching." The words appear to be quoted, and when she turns back to the sands there's another addition. "Dark browns are common in this clutch..."

In the galleries, "L'sen," Satiet's nose wrinkles as she catches that remark from Delu. "I swear, that boy, he'd still be smiling at you even after a frying pan hit him in the head." Another comment and notation is made by Joilin at her side, and while this elicits a faint glance from Sat, the conversation between St'vren and Yselle garners a more focused look. "I always bet, I win more often than not," she returns primly, though curiosity forces her to sneak Yselle another look. In all innocence, the dark-haired woman asks of the Telgari bronzerider, "Tied down?"

In the galleries, Yselle just smirks, looking down at the eggs. "Right, of course. Want to come home with me?" Smirk.

Morowen watching the approaching dragonets, he says quietly to the candidates around him, "Remember VSC, this is not the time to forget it."

Rathin shrugs his shoulders ever so slightly, undaunted by Morowen's observation. "I like to think of myself as a groundbreaker, personally." A trickle of sweat creeps down his forehead, and he brushes at it, his weight shifting to one side to try and ease the heat. His gaze sweeps back and forth, having more difficulty now keeping track of the various hatchlings and the moving eggs. "Hah. Priya got a green, eh?" Maja is given a pointed look, one that clearly suggests he's not buying her offering. "Perhaps I do, vixen. If you look closely enough you might catch a glimpse of--" whatever he was about to say is, thankfully, drowned by the loud bugle of the brown, the candidate wincing.

Shaylar slaps Harley's arm lightly, "Look, a green baby dragon. From that pretty egg that looks like an Istan beach. Interesting." She looks back towards the galleries as if looking for someone. She looks startled when she finds something she didn't expect. "Wow, my parents are here. And they brought half of Grasshill Hold from the looks of it." She doesn't seem joyous about that. Just surprised. Back to the eggs. The newest brown makes her pause, "Look at the muzzle on that one. Pretty coloring though. Oh, not to worry, Moro. I won't forget the VSC." The other brown, the first one, makes her head turn back that direction with his bugle for attention. She snorts, "Show off." Its said with a wee bit of amusement, though.

In the galleries, Delu giggles softly, "Yeah, that sounds about right, ma'am. He's very sweet, but... Well, let's just say you might want to keep shiny things out of sight! Another brown? Seems to be a lot of them. Boskyth will approve of that!"

A nearby Candidate's eyes widen at seeing the newly hatched brown and sways, seeming to nearly faint. Morowen's comment pales the girl even further.

Matheny laughs at the Weyrlingmaster's comment and Rilsa's reply before she rejoins, "And thank goodness for that. I don't know what we'd have done if things had gone the other way. Oh now, I think that Brown is starting to decide on a lifemate. I wonder who he'll pick?"

Up on the ledges, Nolee's hands go up to sheild her ears as the dragonet below bellows, though she laughs as Nalaieth croons back encouragingly. "He's not your baby, so you can quit that," she chastises the gold, though her mouth quickly turns to a wide 'o' at Suraiya's lifemate's daring, and she clings more tightly to Nala's forelimb. "Shards, I thought she'd drop you for sure."

Up on the ledges, Verenth follows the action on the sands below. There are less dragonets than there used to be, which makes the watching easier.

In the galleries, Ayana grins and shakes her head, "There /is/ alot of browns hatching...just more competition for Ky." and she winks at Delu.

Slack Black Egg wobbles again, seeming to swerve back and forth like a pendulum, and with each movement disperses more of its sand base. In the end, all that remains is a shallow divet that keeps it upright. Fine cracks, speaking of the quiet strength within that presses outward, begin to be visible in each of the dully black egg's movements, one particularly visible one striating from top to bottom like a fault line ready to explode.

Rilsa's lips twitch as she tries to supress a smirk. "The show-off is probably going to try to impress to himself. He thinks he's something else."

Harley does roll her eyes this time and nods agreement to Shaylar's comment. Watching as everything starts happening at once, she jumps when Shaylar's hand connects with her arm. With a grin, she nods. "Yeah, pretty color for a green. Maybe I should make a sweater that color." She glances back into the galleries herself. "Cool. That's good, isn't it?" She glances over at Squeaker who seems to have stopped squeaking but won't take her eyes from the eggs or the hatchlings.

In the galleries, "Competition your brown can handle, I'm sure," Bayan says suddenly their way with a grin. "I personally like the greens myself. I wonder if I would have made a good greenrider...."

The Suave Homely Brown struts his way up to his Candidate and gazes into his lifemate's eyes, adding a rakish rumble.

The gradient of blues and smokiness seems to pulsate, the illusion drawn from the heat of the sands rising and the consistent movement that seems to tremble the oblong-shaped egg. After a long pause where little movement is discernible from the cheerful egg, a sudden torrent of spastic shifts sends cracks down its mist-sprayed surface until strips of shell shatter to the ground to reveal a deep, midnight green just ready for action. Her slow slink turns into a fast-paced trot, and as she moves past a row of candidates a triumphant bugle sounds when she stops in front of a lanky, ruddy-haired girl, Bristia. With eyes-wide, the former harper gets one tearfully spoken name out, "Saindyth!" before being led off the sands.

In the galleries, St'vren is in the process of hissing something at Yselle, and finishes that before answering Satiet. "The Weyrsecond is mistaken." Shooting said Weyrsecond a dirty look. "I think she's been listening to Pierron's mangled rumors again." Change of subject, lightning-fast. "So what are your bets for this clutch? I don't know any of the Candidates myself, or I'd be chipping in."

Maja's eyes widen at what she expects to come from Rathin's mouth, but the bugle distracts her and causes her to swing her head around. "I find the term VSC a little demeaning to the dragonets," she mutters, and may be a reason she hasn't yet used the term. Her chin raises as she attempts to see who the noisy brown Impressed to.

Disdainful Dark Brown Hatchling fixes the candidates with that glare, flaring his large wings impressively. When he takes that first stalking step forward, they billow behind him--until an unfortunate gust of air catches at him, tugs him off-balance. He wobbles, freezing in place until he can get his feet back under him. In the meantime, he watches the candidates, expression studiously nonchalant despite his troubles.

Up on the ledges, Suraiya chuckles back at the golden pair. "Oh, Oz jus' fools 'round.. She knows her limits though." Said green rumbles cheerfully towards the sands and the young woman turns back. "Yes, yes, I know. Look, another green! Ya must be happy now, Ozzy." She pats the tightly coiled tail. "I wonder if that first brown is ever going to make his decision."

In the galleries, Delu giggles a little, "They certainly are a lot chattier than we were! I don't think I said more than a few words the whole time, let alone have /conversations/! I guess they aren't as scared as we were, after all!"

Shaylar nods a bit at Harley, "Yeah, it's good, but...you know. I don't want the distraction form Gruvfeath...Gruvfeath?!" She looks down into the eyes of the Suave Brown. "Gruvfeath! Of course I was waiting for you, silly thing." She wraps both arms around the dragonet and strokes his headknobs. "Eat? Food...food? We need food!"

S'din calls out loudly enough for the stands to hear, "Welcome to our ranks, Shaylar and brown Gruvfeath!" He quickly ushers the pair toward the passageway leading off the sands, getting the dazed pair out of harm's way as quickly as he can.

In the galleries, Smirking, Satiet repeats, "Tied down," with a sly look for the man at her side, followed quickly by an inquisitive glance for Yselle. "The obvious ones? There will be no queen hatched, but beyond that? I've bets on three greens, three blues, four browns, or three browns with one bronze, I'm not sure on that last yet. I suppose I should decide soon lest Joilin thinks she can win a mark or two out of me." Relaxing backwards, to allow St'vren a view of the blonde on her other side, she makes languid introductions, "Joilin, rider of Vanoroth. St'vren, the bronze weyrling who doesn't have the decency not to stare."

Rilsa lifts her hands, applauding the impressions as they seem to flash past. "That green was a quick impression." At the sound of the latest name, she smiles. "Gruvfeath. It's a nice name to nickname with Gruv ..."

Even though Rathin didn't get to finish his sentence, the look he catches on Maja's face is payment enough; the scruffy-haired candidate looks distinctly satisfied. Once more, he shifts his weight to his other foot, one hand lifted to shade his eyes as he squints at the browns, missing the green's Impression entirely. "It's nice that you feel mortified on behalf of the hatchlings. Must be those niggling morals of yours?" He turns towards Maja as he speaks, though Shaylar's Impression soon distracts him with a sharp exhale, wordlessly watching.

In the galleries, Ayana nods at Delu, "I barely said two words myself out there! Our class was a quiet one, huh?" She grins at Bayan, "I'd think you would have made a wonderful greenrider, Baye! It would have suited you."

Up on the ledges, "Hey, was that--it was!" says L'sen abruptly, glancing at Neiveth. "Shaylar, that was Shaylar. I know her!" He releases another loud cheer, earning a half-glower from the older rider who's sat himself next to L'sen.

Cheery Cherry Egg spins away from the other eggs and begins to rock erratically. There is an audible scrabbling from within, as if the dragon is first trying to claw the "front" portion, followed by the "back."

Harley steps back from Shaylar towards the squeaker Jollea, who is squeaking and clapping now. A big grin splits her face as she claps herself. Another squeak emerges from her fellow candidate and she turns her attention back to the eggs and hatchlings still on the sands.

In the galleries, Delu ohhs at another Impression, "Looks like I was wrong, it wasn't the tall girl. Still, there's another brown, so anything is possible, right?" She rests her cheek on Ayana's shoulder, with a sigh. "We were very quiet. I remmeber holding poor Yaria's hand, for all she grew up at Igen, she was pretty scared out there..."

Morowen grins in congratulations towards Shaylar, but seeing the expression on her face, he doesn't say a word, and soundlessly turns back to looking at the eggs, with a eye on the other brown.

In the galleries, Bayan chuckles deeply, "Ofcourse. Ah well, guess I'll just be Baye the holder instead of the greenrider!" He winks their way and turns back to the hatching.

Up on the ledges, "Is she more partial to the greens as friends? Nalaieth doesn't get along as well with others her color; I think she's too competitive." Though the way Nolee's dragon is lolled out happily doesn't mark her so at the moment. "Oh, you know her?" Goes to L'sen. "Is it your friend, Mara?" the Istan visitor mis-remembers the name.

Matheny is watching the brown impress, and she claps again in that one handed way as she says, "I'm happy for Shaylar, and a brown too. I wouldn't have expected that, but the dragons always know. My, that other brown over there, he's quite imposing." Math bounces up on her toes and cranes to see what will happen on the other side of the sands as one of the unhatched eggs starts to rock.

In the galleries, Yselle is smirking /so/ much. She grins over at Satiet, and hisses, "Catriona. Brownrider. Can you believe someone has so little taste?"

Disdainful Dark Brown Hatchling takes another sliding step forward once he's certain he's not going to fall just yet. What follows is a slow pattern of step, pause, step, pause, as he inches his way meticulously across the sands. His carefulness keeps him from stumbling again, at least for now, though it doesn't let him inspect the candidates very quickly, either. However, he makes the most of the slow pace to study each one as he comes to it, fixing them with his intent stare and discarding them with a arrogant snort.

In the galleries, S'rist leans back with his cup, sipping at what once was a cooling drink, but is likely now as warm as the rest of the galleries. "I'm glad I didn't take any more wagers, I was for certain that egg was holding a green myself, and out came that brown for Shaylar."

In the galleries, Divya applauds for Shalyar and Gruvfeath, while watching the second brown hatchling on the Sands. "I wonder who he'll choose Jenna? Any guesses?"

In the galleries, Ayana grins when Impression was made, nodding and holding Delu against her. "And I was stifling Rohana's hand. I'm surprised she didn't topple over with the force! Still, I wouldn't trade the event for anything."

Matte black gives way in its last violent tremor to shedding its finely-webbed shell. Dull sprinkles are all the more distinguishable against the pale sands of the Reaches hatching grounds, but even more obvious is the appearance of a ginger-flecked ruddy bronze settled languidly in the bottom half of his egg.

Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze Thin and angular, the contours of this bronze are marked distinctively by the outjuts of sharp bones and the pull of ruddy hide over untried and soft muscles. Cinnamon and ginger darken in the shadows caused by his distinctive physical structure into burnt molasses, coiling up along haunches in a struggle with his predominately softer shade towards wing spars that stretch out wide from his shoulders; surely to be grown into. A sheath of crimson streaked opulence, much like the finery of a lord, hangs like a curtain of an intricately woven fabric from the gilt-frame of his spars to extend the illusion of a shroud of beauty over his general long-limbed gracelessness. The crooked hump along his snout provides the superciliously curve from over which lazy-lidded eyes seem to view the world around him with the unsubtle arrogance of privilege of birth that sets the arch of his neck high and proud, while leisure and lackadaisical near-slumber gathers around his limbs and non-expressive tail, creating a dichotomy of personality within even the stillness of his lengthy frame.

Maja tilts her head to the side as S'din reveals the events, and she offers a brief single-finger wave at Shaylar--not expecting the girl to even notice. "Perhaps it's seeing you in a dress that's bringing me back to my senses." She watches the other brown with an approving expression.

In the galleries, St'vren sighs the sigh of a poor put-upon bronzerider. Pity him. "It's an appreciative stare, if that helps any. Pleasure to meet you, Joilin." He nods and smiles at the brownrider, taking a moment to applaud the newly-Impressed pair. And then is forced to defend himself once again. "There's no tying happening! None at all. She's still keeping her own weyr, and there's sure as shells no kids in the offing--and what's wrong with brownriders, anyway?"

Cheery Cherry Egg rolls against one of the clutch's still unhatched eggs, elicting a loud *crack*. A fissure starts to form on shell, although no shards are falling yet. Rocking becomes more pronounced for the egg. How is the thing even holding together?

Up on the ledges, "Maja," L'sen corrects Nolee absently, turning to grin at her. "Dunno any Mara. Maja, she's not impressed yet, but there's still plenty left, you know what I mean?"

Morowen eyes flick towards the bronze that just hatched, watching it's movements intently, but always keeping an eye on the other dragonets so he doesn't end up on the recieving end of some VSC.

Up on the ledges, Suraiya shakes her head quickly. "Oh, no. Ozzy likes anyone. Any person, an' any dragon." She cheers jus' as loud as L'sen when the brown impresses. "Did anyone here the name?" She asks after, looking back and missing the bronze hatching. Back to the sands she mentions, "I remember that candidate too... I think."

In the galleries, Delu giggles softly. "Oh, he's pretty, the bronze. Hope he has better taste than M'tam's dragon did. You know, other than Val, I've met very few tolerable bronzeriders, Ay. Maybe it's something about them being boys, but they just /bug/ me."

In the galleries, Jenna shakes her head at Divya. "I gave up trying to guess long ago. Maybe another girl? reaches has some strong female brownriders," she says with a sidelong grin.

Rathin's eyes follow Shaylar and her brown until they disappear from sight. Maja's words pull him back into the immediacy of the hatching: "Then I shall make a promise never ever to wear a dress again for the rest of my life. I wouldn't wish you to be certain of yourself, after all." His hand quickly touches his heart as he makes his 'promise', followed by a darted look, before attention moves back to the dragons roaming around, only belatedly noticing the bronze's presence.

In the galleries, "Brownriders," Satiet sniffs with a toss of her hair, only a slight nod her acknowledge of Yselle's hissing. But she doesn't educate St'vren any further as to why brownriders are tasteless choices. Instead, one pale eye disappears in what would be a wink if it were faster in movement and instead seems to be just a lazy eye. "You'll have to tell me more, greenrider. Perhaps over a drink or three and if we should be expecting," her lips twist sardonically at St'vren, "Any changes in his behavior." Joilin eyes the Telgaris, both of them, with a look of mild disdain and with the simplest nod of greeting, returns to her betting hides. "Children are trouble in any case."

Disdainful Dark Brown Hatchling's steady movement slowly leads him past the first candidates, those on the end of the line, and he ignores those already past in favor of directing a glance ahead to those yet to come. The look, however, removes too much attention from his feet, and he stumbles, pulling himself upright with force of will lest he embarrass himself in front of the crowds.

Harley steps over slightly to fill the gap, even if there are several in the semicircle now. Jollea also takes a step to the side, helping fill in this particular gap as well as remaining closer to Harley. She's as wary as any of the other candidates of which way the hatchlings are going. Catching part of Rathin's words, something about never wearing a dress, she snorts softly.

In the galleries, Ayana grins as she watches the scene, "Same here, love. M'tam still amazes me with his antics sometimes! I suppose not all are them bad. Some can be handsome, even."

Up on the ledges, Nolee blinks at L'sen, then grins back at him, the excitement of hatching day too contagious to contain the smile. "Maja," she repeats, dutifully. "Which doesn't sound at all like Shaylar." After a laugh, she shakes her head toward Suraiya. "The dragon name? I didn't. Oh, look at him, the brown one fell again. I hope he's all right."

In the galleries, "Psst, pay attention to the hatching, weyrling," Yselle hisses to St'vren, emphasizing the title Satiet gave him, though as an ex-wingrider of hers, surely she'd know his rank. As for Satiet, the weyrsecond just grins at her. "Most certainly. You'll note he hasn't taken me up on my offer for some post hatching entertainment," that's hissed loud enough for St'vren to hear. "Unless he's suddenly realised I'm pretty hard on the eyes, I can't imagine anything else that would've changed his behaviour."

In the galleries, Divya sits up straighter and pushes out her chest. What there is of it. "True, true. Our dragons may be flirts but at least they fly well and strong. Konnevath even learned to handle the tricky winds as Ista, but of course all he remembers is the black sand. What about Niyath, has she visited there to get soem warmth?"

Up on the ledges, "Grubbieth," answers L'sen blithely. Neiveth snorts. "Gruvfeath," the rider corrects himself. And to his dragon: "You did not. I know what you said, and it was not--nuh-uh, I don't believe you." He sticks his tongue out maturely. Nyah.

In the galleries, "A bunch of them sort of have funny noses, haven't they?" Josilina remarks with some concern, propping her elbows on her knees so she can lean forward and have a better look. "I mean, it's not a big deal, but these two, and there was another..." she gestures vaguely to the bronze and brown on the sands.

Matheny glances upwards at her lifemate and covers her mouth with her free hand as she giggles. "Jenryth /will/ be rather proud of herself sometimes, silly dear." And then she's watching the progress of that hook-muzzled brown again. "Some of them are certainly making sure they get just the right one. I honestly don't know how they pick. I'm ever so glad I wasn't born a dragonet."

In the galleries, Jenna shakes her head. "No, not in ages. We've been a bit busy," She lowers her voice slightly, "What with Ramya run off and all." She rolls her eyes, shaking her head.

Up on the ledges, C'len seems enamored of all the newly hatched dragons, watching them with widened eyes and a bit of a grin. "Hard to believe that you've helped make some of those," he says over to Vil, quietly. Then clears his throat, clarifying, "Well, not those *those* that are but," and a quick look is cast over toward Nala, "those." A creeping blush returns, before C'len just quiets down, in an attempt to remove the foot from his mouth.

Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze takes his time at getting off his rump and to his feet, stretching this way and that with the rolls of excessive hide rippling with his efforts. His neck reaches forward, his tail reaches back, and one at a time his limbs are brought up, stretched out and then dropped again. Looking almost sleepy, due to heavy lids that defy any effort to look alert, his head tilts backwards so he can observe those around him, and it's only after his clutchmate tumbles that he's roused to wiggle himself up. Tail thump. Sand flies. Ah, there we go, standing at the full height and length of his lanky frame, this bronze watches the darker brown with rapt curiosity.

Cheery Cherry Egg continues to become more fractured without actually every falling apart. Finally it becomes apparent that no amount of magic, black or otherwise, can keep the egg together, and it gives one more rolling rock...

The Cheery Cherry Egg makes its last clumsy attempt at breaking. This time, it is successful. The Smartly Angular Brown Hatchling falls head over tail over head over tail before landing smoothly on his feet, shaking his wings clean of any errant sand. The hatchling looks around while trying not to be obvious that he is searching for something and failing...miserably.

Smartly Angular Brown This hatchling is rather angular in structure, very neat and very smart in his movements, which makes him very entertaining to watch given the amount of pratfalls he seems inclined to take. In color the best that can be said is that he is brown..would you believe..a rather ordinary shade of brown that allows him to fade into the background, something that is both strength and weakness combined. And then..and then..there are all those things about him that make him unique, for all his hued average-ness. He has a cheerful set to his features, an optimistic kind of self-assurance that could help him win any day. There is a cone of silent ease that covers this young brown from crown to heel, one that communicates the kind of friendly trust many would be happy to spend a lifetime with.

In the galleries, Delu nods, shrugging. "I'll take a brownrider over a bronzerider any day. But, then, I doubt that's a suprise to anyone." She giggles a bit. "Oh, look! Another brown! Shards, that's a whole lotta male dragons!"

In the galleries, St'vren is clearly surrounded and outnumbered. He cranes his neck around to direct a sad-eyed look at the two Igenites. "Should I be apologizing for my fellow bronzeriders? /I/ wasn't aware of their misbehavior." He ostentatiously watches the Hatching for a few minutes. "Yes, Rusuth, you were certainly /much/ more impressive as a hatchling than that lad. If you're taking Sash out for a drink, Ys, just don't get her drunk. She's very giggly and such when she's drunk. And you shouldn't be propositioning /weyrlings/ for post-Hatching entertainment, you know." He clicks his tongue. "Tsk."

Maja immediately notes the presence of the bronze, the noise of the crowd elevating a bit. "Perhaps I'll have a dress made for you, Rathin, so that I always remember who I am." She's not looking at him-- eyes focused on the bronze and where he's headed. "Harley, wouldn't you like to see a proper dress on this man? I think it would make us all feel better."

Picky, picky, the Disdainful Dark Brown Hatchling loops past the candidates once more, measuring his strides carefully to avoid a misstep. This care makes for slow going, and he slows further as something, somewhere, catches his attention. Raising himself to full height and staring down that hooked snout, he snaps peevishly at a couple of nearby boys to send them scuttling away. Then, with his chosen to himself, he stills, staring up into the eyes of his rider.

Up on the ledges, It's tough to turn away from the sands, especially with everything happening so fast. But Suri does so often enough. "Grubbieth," she says with a nod, completely ignoring the correction. Even her own green snorts at her. She catches the look of C'len and gives him a toothly grin. "I'll be there to see those lovely shells an' then the dragons, too."

In the galleries, Oooops. Divya blushes faintly at the realization that she'd brought up She Who Must Not Be Named. She takes full advantage of the more recent Impression to clap loudly and whisper an apology to Jenna.

In the galleries, A perfect moment for a lull in conversation between Joilin and Satiet ensues at St'vren's bestowing of a nickname. "/Sash/?" It would be un-Satiet like if her thin brow didn't hitch up higher and the easy relaxation that settled previously in her limbs doesn't tense up a bit. "I'm -not-," she notes frostily, another little toss of her hair sending the tiny braids flying, "An ornament to wear over a person's shoulder." Sash, indeed.

In the galleries, Ayana chuckles at Delu, "That it is! There is alot of male dragons about! But, there's plenty of greens to chase here too, right?" She shifts on her feet and nods, "Aye, this is quite different from our hatching!"

Smartly Angular Brown Hatchling stands uncertainly within his shards, tail twitching. Finally he takes a hesitant step forward, one, then two, obviously gaining confidence with each movement. Then there is a loud *crack!* as the egg he is passing spectacularly hatches. The brown hatchling abruptly stops, then, with a speed one would not believe in one so new, dives to the sands behind a heaped pile of shards.

Rathin's attention is focused on the disdainful brown, apparently intrigued by the selectiveness of the hatchling. Maja's comment earns chortled laughter, actually pulling his attention from the dragons long enough to look at the tall woman. "I've made a promise, vixen. I'm a gentleman of honor, remember? I can't go back on my word."

In the galleries, Snorting, Yselle points out, "Still no answer. He thinks he's being subtle, but, for Faranth's sake he's a /bronzerider/. - Hm, next thing he'll be calling you 'knot'. Really, men!" She rolls her eyes.

Up on the ledges, Nalaieth croons warmly to Vildaeth as C'len's quiet words drift her way, the golden Istan distracted from watching the newborns long enough to blink adoring encouragement at the bronze nearby. "You will?" Nolee beams, even passing up a flush this time, and rests her elbows on Nalaieth's forelimbs, and her chin on her elbows, watching the dragons stumble with a happy sigh. "That's wonderful."

In the galleries, Jenna smiles wryly at Divya. She murmurs, "Shame, really. Isanth was out of Niyath. Actually, so's Faldaverth," she adds with a hint of pride. "Piper's acting weyrwoman." And no hint to her feelings on the matter.

In the galleries, Bayan grins, glancing at Delu, "So, already scoping out the competition for Boskyth?" he lightly teases her with a smirk, "She'll have plenty to choose from, I bet."

Harley turns her head to Rathin and Maja, eyes going up and down Rathin. Her eyebrows disappear beneath her bangs. "Him in a dress? That's kind of scary." and she shrugs. Eyebrows go up again. "Gentleman?" is the only thing she says before the hatchlings take her full attention again.

In the galleries, Delu lifts her head from Ayana's shoulder to glance at the beleaguered bronzerider. "Sir, there is nothing wrong with bronzeriders that being born girls wouldn't fix." She says, by way of answer. "It's not their fault they weren't!" She ohhs softly as the brown finally chooses. "Another one gone! It's all so amazing, but kind of sad, too. Soon, all the eggs will be gone, and there will only be people like Rohana left, lonely and sad." She sticks her tongue out at Bayan. "I have no say in the matter, that's been made clear to me. But I think she has more taste than to let a /bronze/ fly her."

One leg appears out of the bottom of the Plum Plume Egg with a sharp crack. There is a moment where the egg actually gets up and hops a few feet forward on that one foot before toppling over and rolling once. This sends shards of egg flying everywhere and in the end a small little blue standing in the midst of the ruined egg. He hops once then strings together a quick few steps that turn into a stumbling charge that ends with a nose dive into the sand right at the feet of a young man whose apprenticeship in the seacraft must be set aside for his new duties as a weyrling.

Maja suddenly takes a step backwards, blinking out ahead of her-- she briefly glances around to search for something. Her eyes widen on the brown hatchling and she swallows-- a hand straying from her side to cover her mouth as she falls on her knees. "Veserath..." Her other arm reaches forward to touch his muzzle. "Food, yes."

Up on the ledges, "S'what Neiveth said, I'm telling you," L'sen agrees with Suraiya easily, beaming at her, at Ozriadasoth, and at his own blue before turning back to the sands. And shouting in excitement as that dark, hook-nosed brown picks a easily distinguishable girl from among the candidates. "Maja, it's Maja, finally it's Maja! She got a /brown/!"

S'din swoops down upon the stunned duo and calls out, "Congratulations Maya and brown Vesereth!" He guides the aptly-paired weyrlings off the sand and quickly out of reach of any passing VSC's.

Definitely siblings, what with the mirror-like hooked noses, the Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze's focused attention on the disdainful brown causes his limbs to start moving forward without, it would seem, the assent of his brain, as forelimbs and back stumble over each other in a graceless fashion. Lucky for him, there's some coordination within his young muscles as he doesn't fall flat on his snout, but it does allow him a measure of doubt as to whether observing and mimicking the brown hatched before him is any good at all. From just a few paces outside of the shattered remains of his egg, he absentmindedly shakes off bits of shell from his tail with another thump before making a lackadaisical, lopsided gait towards the white-robed creatures; not to be hurried it would seem, despite the faint swirl of red creeping into his still, half-lidded eyes.

Rathin smoothes his hands down the sides of his robes to wipe away damp palms. "Distinctly scary," he agrees with Harley's assessment, and lips twitch at her reaction as well. His head swivels sharply to focus on Maja, inadvertently taking several steps back, almost bumping into another candidate as he stares at Maja and Veserath. He swallows heavily, expression guarded a moment later. "Well. There you go."

In the galleries, Ayana rubs Delu's back and grins at the bronzerider. To Bayan, she rolls her eyes, "You know she can't choose for her green, Baye. And true, Boskyth would prefer browns to bronze anyday!" She gives him a grin then and turns back to the sands.

Up on the ledges, Suraiya laughs loudly at the latest brown. "What a silly little guy," she says. But whatever else she was going to add is cut off as she focuses on the latest Weyrling's face and agrees with L'sen. "Maja!!" She claps her hands loudly, cheering. "Maja! Way to go!" Though the show is mostly for those on the ledges.

Maja stumbles slightly and makes it back to her feet, not giving a single glance around as she follows S'din away.

Vesereth has a decidedly smug expression to his hook-nosed snout as he steps forward, stalking after Maja and S'din.

Up on the ledges, "Grubbieth is what he said?" Nolee's brows wrinkle, considering this name. "Could be Dirty Feet-eth, I suppose. Maybe he's ruddy? I couldn't tell from up here." Then the enthusiasm of her companions causes Nolee to peer even more intently. "She did? That's wonderful! Which one? Are they gone already?"

Up on the ledges, C'len lets out an equally loud cheer, along with L'sen and Suri, for the candidate who was part of their class as well. "A brown, congratulations!" He calls out, as if she might even hear him--though of course she won't.

Smartly Angular Brown Hatchling raises his head from his Shards of Safety with overly precise movements. Finally deciding, with encouragement from dam and sire, that the world is indeed safe, he shuffles forwards towards the Candidates a few steps. Then he hears another noise (there are many noises on the mound!) that causes him to turn around and nearly step on his own tail. The tail is glared at, as if the hatchling is disbelieving that it is attached to his own rump and that he isn't doing the twitching. Finally the brown decides that the tail means him no harm, and he straightens himself out enough to actually stumble over the sands to where the Candidates are awaiting.

In the galleries, St'vren looks thoughtfully down (there are advantages to being tall) at Satiet. "Well, you'd fit over my shoulder," he muses. "But goldriders are too valuable to be everyday accessories. Greenriders too." He smiles crookedly over his shoulder at Yselle, and even a bit at Delu. "Well, given that I can't change my gender or the color of my dragon, I'll just have to blunder along." He seems quite cheerful in regards to his fate. "I'll look to you, of course, as examples to follow...three browns and a bronze, Satiet. You're right, you do have good instincts."

In the galleries, Bayan raises an eyebrow at Delu, then snickers, shrugging, "You'd both know better than me! The whole thing seems rather exciting if you ask me!"

Rilsa nods in approval at the impressions. "Very nice pairs." She murmurs.

Matheny covers another giggle and mutters, "So smug looking to be so young. Oh, but look at the bronze." Another giggle escapes her as the angular brown slips into her view, "And that brown. Oh yes, very nice pairs. S'din should have his hands full. Which is good, keeps him out of trouble."

Corineth rumbles to the Smartly Angular Brown, giving him encouragement.

Rilsa snorts. "Nothing keeps him out of trouble." She says, chuckling.

Another grin splits Harley's face as she watches Maja impress and follow S'din off the sands. She looks over at Jollea, who still hasn't taken her eyes from the new dragons or the remaining eggs. Sweat trickles down her face and neck and rubs sweaty hands against her robe, not that it does any good. She's sweating faster than she can wipe it away.

In the galleries, "Satiet," the young woman corrects, another sniff greeting St'vren's more obvious tease. "Unless you'd like me to call you-," there's a moment of pause as she is visibly thinking in the furrowed set of her brow, which is soon followed by a sulk. "Your name isn't prone towards insulting nicknames, it would seem, so I shall just call you my pet and see how far I get before this Catriona of yours decides to pay a visit." Whether the dragons are Impressing on the sands seems to matter very little to Satiet overall, the grunt work having been foisted off on the brownrider at her side, and when Stav mentions the count so far, she turns with brief interest to the sands, "So far, at any rate. How many greens and blues, Joi?"

Ripples run through the surface of the Needs Kneads egg, creating fine little craps as the surface shifts and wavers. Finally the structure of the egg can't take the pressures within and a large section breaks off, leaving a shell bowl containing a deep forest green within. This little green steps out of that bowl with a touch of grace in her movements already, as she makes her way down amongst the candidates, eyeing and sniffing at a number of them before choosing a young lad raised at weaver hall in the well fitting robe.

In the galleries, Delu grins, "See? The tall one was a brownrider. I told you she looked like one!" She glances to Bayan. "Not so exciting, if you ask me. Just something to be tolerated." And, finally, to the bronzeride. "A pity, that. You'd make a pretty girl, if I am any judge." And back to the sands. "Part of me wants to leave now, and not have to see them looking crushed when this is done."

Up on the ledges, Suraiya trails Maja and her brown with her finger, pointing out to the sands. "There they go," she says to the goldrider, beaming wide enough that she'll be feeling her cheeks hurting later. Even for Suri. "I'm so happy for 'er. Her, Grubbieth's new rider, an' those others. I think it's winding down now, though." Ozzy welcomes the new green with a happy warble.

Once more, Rathin's gaze follows the departing weyrling, this time with an odd intensity. Unconsciously, his arms fold across his chest, rocking onto the balls of his feet for a moment to try disperse the heat from underfoot. His gaze flickers towards the other candidates, then back towards the hatchlings.

In the galleries, Ayana nods and rubs Delu's back, "You have a good eye! She did look the part, didn't she?" To Bayan she smirks, "It isn't. Maybe certain parts, for you. I rather not think of it, really." Then back to Delu, "I certainly don't want to see them crushed. I felt really bad for Rohana then, at our own."

Matheny shifts her feet, just as a candidate. "So hot out here. I don't know how I did it during the pass. Didn't have a choice, I guess. Lot's of browns this time." She looks upwards, "Good job, Corineth." and then back to the sands.

Morowen grasps the center of his robe and shakes it a bit to get the air flowing. So far he hasn't moved from his original position, except to fill in gaps of the semi-circle, always keeping his eyes on the hatchlings.

Corineth croons warmly to Matheny in response to the praise.

Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze's lengthy neck swivels, turning along side his lanky form so it seems his head and left shoulder melds together and watches the angular brown. Surrounded by brethren, he seems, for a moment, at a loss for what to do, and fills in his stillness with a little trumpet of a set of lungs trying to find his voice. Falling short of impressive, it seems to bother him very little as with this addition of basso rumbling, ditty-like in its low melody, he begins to move with more slow ease across the sands before parking himself on a little mound of shattered eggs.

Up on the ledges, "There's still a bronze left, at least," L'sen points out to Suraiya, "and another brown. Are those eggs hatched already?" He squints, staring at huddles of eggs to discern if they're really only shards now. "I love hatchings. It's been, like, forever since I've seen one, too. Man, I can hardly even remember back when Neiveth hatched."

In the galleries, Bayan simply raises an eyebrow to the girls again, saying "Really? Hm, I would have thought....well, I guess it would be a nuisance, with you two together and all..." and he pauses more before looking back at the remaining eggs on the sand.

Smartly Angular Brown Hatchling shuffles across the sands with exaggerated steps towards the ladies of the Candidate crowd. As he nears, he pauses to arc his neck and perhaps show off, just a bit. He is not exactly handsome, another neither is he strictly ugly. He is just...brown. Plain brown, still slightly gooey from the egg. He looks over the ladies again, then continues on, heading towards a male contingent.

In the galleries, Delu says "It's not us being together, it's the lack of choice. I still don't like the thought of waking up next to someone I have no interest in. But for Boskyth, I'd endure anything!""

Harley can't help it. She giggles as she watches the bronze. "Oh he's going to give someone lots of fun." she mutters. Jollea gives a very nervous and high pitched giggle to that. Casting a glance to the side, Harley sighs, wishing she could still look as cool as Jollea appeared to be. She was sweating all over. She grins at the brown as he poses. "Very nice." is her comment as he wanders off.

With a swiftness that belies his previous movements, there's goal-oriented direction in the way the Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze moves towards his intended, moving with grace and weaving through the remnant obstacles towards a sandy-haired, bushy-browed candidate. He skids to a stop just short of the lad, and dons on the lazy regality of before with a lift of his lengthy neck and a faint incline of his hook-nosed head towards his selection.

Up on the ledges, "Oh, I see her, I see her," Nolee exclaims. "Congratulations for your friend. Now you can take sunset sweeps together, if you get the same assignment." By the sound of it, this is a good thing. "It's hard to tell the bronze from the browns, with so many so dark," she observes, then tilts her head, still watching the sands, but curious. "How long ago were yours hatched?"

In the galleries, St'vren cocks his head at Satiet and chirps like a curious fire-lizard, then reaches out and plucks one of the thin navy straps of the goldrider's dress. "You can /call/ me your pet, never let it be said that I didn't allow a weyrwoman her whims--but I only answer to Catti." Listening for Joilin's reply, he peers out over the Sands to study the shards and last few hatchlings. "Any day now...ah, there goes the bronze." He chuckles under his breath. "Been there, done that. Good luck, kid."

Jenryth steps forward in the sands, closing the space that has formed between her and the remnants of the clutch. The queen warbles soothingly to the dragonets that stalk the sands and watches to see the which pairings will be made.

The Bald Bawled Egg shudders for a few moments before a bright green head breaks its way threw the top and as the rest of the bright green body follows the egg is split in half and left behind. The cheerful green seems to prance out amongst the candidates, looping around one small group of them three times before it settles on a redhead that was found from the kitchens at Nabol Hold, the dragon resting its head against her as the young woman weeps in happiness.

In the galleries, Ayana nods firmly at that, "Nor I." she says softly. She looks at Bayan in pausem then turns back to the scene, holding Delu tighter.

Up on the ledges, "It was all so quick," C'len says. "I mean when Vil and all them hatched." The bronze dragon ducks his head to watch with interest as the last of the hatchlings begin to impress, a bit of light gleaming off his pearlized headknobs as they dip. "It was.. 3 turns ago? 3 and a half?" C'len asks, more than answers.

The Smartly Angular Brown Hatchling looks into the eyes of his lifemate.

Rathin's arms are still folded across his chest, though that doesn't stop his overlarge robe from billowing in the breeze. The trail of sweat running down his forehead into his eyes finally forces him to uncross his arms long enough to wipe it away, before he freezes all of a sudden. His eyes, very slowly, swivel to look at the bronze, brow furrowed. He opens his mouth to speak, seems to have trouble finding words, and shuts it again after a second. "Are you--" the words break off into a low, almost a whistle. His voice, when he finally speaks again, is breathy, full of mingled disbelief and delight: "Leiventh?" Bemused look follows. "I suppose R'hin is better," he agrees.

Up on the ledges, "They'll be bound to find their 'mates real soon," Suri says to L'sen. She points to the bronze. "There we go. Think he's made up his mind at last." She chuckles. Ozri, again, rumbles to the new green. Suri at this point is ignoring it as she turns to back to those on the ledges. "I think I went to one 'fore this.. Telgar's? Can't recall 'nymore. Hatchings are great." Her blue eyes widen. "Has it really been /three/?" Long times..

S'din strides over to the newest pairing and shouts, "Everyone please welcome R'hin, rider of bronze Leiventh, newest rider among the dragonriders of High Reaches Weyr!" He manages to herd the two to one side just before a green, hurtling at terrific speed shoots through where they just were.

Rilsa applauds once again, shaking her head. "That pair may keep S'din out of trouble."

In the galleries, Delu grins a bit, watching the speedy green. "The greens seem very energetic here. Was Boskyth like that? I can barely remember what she was like, before she was in my head."

R'hin's staring at Leiventh with the sort of expression of someone who's never seen a dragon before. The Weyrlingmaster's words earn a look of confusion, the candidate - weyrling's - attention distracted by bronze's presence at his side, before he allows himself to be herded away.

Up on the ledges, "Goodness," Nolee says, brown eyes wide. "That's about the same age as Nalaieth. I hope we'll get strong ones, since they're both young and hearty." Glancing at the sands again, she shields her eyes. "Are there any more eggs to hatch? It's hard to tell against the bright color of your sands here."

In the galleries, Bayan catches both girls' looks and nods thoughtfully. "Hm, alot of male dragons in this clutch," he says absently more to himself.

Up on the ledges, "Yeah, that's right, I think," L'sen affirms C'len, sounding less than certain himself. "I think maybe that brown was last?" is offered to Nolee, as he points at that one that just impressed.

Hearing a soft 'ooooo' from Jollea, she focuses on the other girl for a minute. Okay, she's not fainting. Good. She turns back just in time to see Rathin impress. "Ha!" that big grin splitting her face again. She glances around to look at what's left of the eggs and hatchlings. "Wow."

In the galleries, Ayana chuckles softly, "Boskyth was very energetic, and still is to this day!" She says to her with a grin. "She'll be the envy of all the Igen greens when she rises."

Up on the ledges, Verenth watches the sands as the last of the dragons of the small clutch find their lifemates.

Matheny laughs and claps once more, "Oh, I hope so. After all, someone should. R'hin, that has a nice ring to it." The wandering brown has Math's equally wandering attention then. "Not many left now, which is good. My feet are burning up."

In the galleries, Delu giggles softly, "She will be, yeah. It won't be long, I think. She's been spending a lto of time, lately, looking over the browns and blues back home. I think she's trying to pick one before she even goes up!"

Rilsa mumbles something about a foot soak in the Ruathan Ice Lake would be nice before her attention is drawn to that amusing Angular Brown.

Morowen watches the brown stumble about, then seeing it trip, he stops it's fall and then, "Maxeoth...I'll get you something right away." His eyes are wet, and his happiness is reflected by his face. Helping the hatchling to its feet, he turns towards where the others went.

In the galleries, "Never," Satiet allows in low humor, "Would I have foreseen you tied down." A moment goes past and the raven-haired girl allows a faint, "Best wishes for your future, despite the separate living situation." One hand rifles through her dark hair, and a glance at the non-speaking Joilin's hide, allows her to turn with a casually charming smile towards the Telgari, "Four greens, two blues. Alas, I seen to have lost a few marks this time around. And you? You didn't lay down a mark, did you, pet?"

S'din sweeps down on the final few pairs, but announces the one loudly, "Welcome and congratulations to M'wen and Maxeoth!" He gently guides the final pairs off the sands and into their new lives in the Weyr.

In the galleries, Divya claps for R'hin and Leiventh, not to mention Morowen and Maxeoth.

S'din gives a final, long look at the remaining Candidates, but then follows the Weyrlings off of the sands.

In the galleries, Ayana just nods a while before saying "It is that time, huh?" She grins at the Impression of M'win and Maxeoth, nodding, "I met him! I'm glad he Impressed!"

Up on the ledges, Vildaeth's long tail stretches out, twirling to the side in what might be an attempt to find Nala. C'len grins, nodding, "It's been at least three turns. Hard to believe though, isn't it?" Boot-thumps carry him to the refreshment table where he refills his juice, before offering, "Anyone want something?" C'len, at your service.

In the galleries, S'rist looks over to Josilina as the last of the new weyrlings start to head off the sands towards the nearby ledge, "Ready to head down onto the sands?" He asks as he gets to his feet and takes his empty cup over to the hospitality table.

Harley grins again as Morowen leaves the sands. Her attention is taken by Jollea who squeaks again. "You sure your ok?" she asks the girl, who nods slowly this time.

Up on the ledges, "And now comes the food," Suri says, trying to shove her green's tail from around her waist. "Seems like that brown was it." And with the Weyrlingmaster leaving, their assumptions were correct. "It's a really nice group this time 'round." She twists in her tight spot, waving to C'len. "Oh! I'd like some juice.. anything, really." Ozri finally releases and she makes her way there.

In the galleries, Josilina claps for the last pair, murmuring "Maxeoth" under her breath. As they're led off the sands she gets to her feet, nodding to S'rist. "Mm-hm." She confirms, handing her own glass off to a friend with a murmured thanks before heading down.

In the galleries, Delu peers. "Was he the one with L'sen, when he was there? I met them so briefly before they had to go." She sighs. "Is that it, then? So many left..."

In the galleries, Josilina has left.

Josilina comes down a short flight of steps from the galleries.

In the galleries, S'rist has left.

S'rist comes down a short flight of steps from the galleries.

In the galleries, Bayan looks at the remaining candidates and shakes his head, "I guess that's it, right?" he asks, looking at everyone close to him.

Matheny looks around the sands and then up at Jenryth, checking perhaps to see what the gold thinks before she says, "I believe that's all of the eggs." And her eyes then move from examining the shards to looking at the remaining white robed candidates, "They did a good job, all of them. Kept their heads and stayed out of harm. Oh, there are Josilina and S'rist." Math laughs and glances at Rilsa, "It was good."

Up on the ledges, "No thanks, C'len. I," L'sen declares grandly, "am starving. I'm ready for the after-party, you know what I mean?" He grins cheerfuly, straightening up once all the excitement is over.

In the galleries, St'vren mutters something about 'absolutely /no/ tying occuring', but lets that go. "Thanks. I...we'll see." He's still in the stage of disbelief. The terror will surely set in any day now. "Nope, no bets this time. I didn't know the situation well enough. I like what few marks I have, so I prefer to bet when I have more than an even chance." He applauds again, softly, as the last brownpair is led away, nodding slightly at Bayan's question. "That's it. Just the 'never give up' speech, then comes the feast."

In the galleries, Ayana nods, "Yes, M'win's very nice." She nods again, half-stretching, "Yes, it looks like that's all of them." and she nods to Bayan as well.

Rilsa watches Josi and S'rist approach to talk to the remaining Candidates and she murmurs to Math. "It was a very fine clutch. Jenryth and Cori deserve to be proud." With a grin, she nods. "No disasters are always good. So is the feast."

Up on the ledges, Nalaieth reaches out her own tail, it swishing to the side, tunnelsnake-like, to connect with Vildaeth's. Nolee rolls her eyes, though the dragons get a smile regardless before she's studying the sands again, loathe to miss anything further though the action has slowed. "I'd love some juice, too, please. I'm parched. Ooh, what are the specialties of the weyr? They're bound to differ from Ista's."

Josilina winces a little as the heat intensifies as she leaves the galleries. Rilsa and Matheny get a little wave, as do the new parents, before she turns to face the remaining candidates. "Hi you all. We'd like to thank you for doing this - standing for our eggs, going through candidacy, you all have been fantastic. And just because your dragon didn't find you today, doesn't mean it never will." She pauses, glancing at S'rist to let him pick up the speech.

In the galleries, Delu stands, slowly "What do we do now, Ay? Stay here a while, or head home?" She glances at the sands, "Let's go outside and give them some privacy, either way?"

In the galleries, Ayana nods then, turning to Bayan, "Yes, let's go. Coming, Baye?"

In the galleries, "I never heard that speech, except-" Satiet frowns, pulling her slight frame together and smoothing out the fabric of her pale dress. "If you could get what egg hatched what and colors and who Impressed to me by the morning, Joi? I'd be most grateful." Plastering a sweet smile to her face, the raven-haired girl reaches out to tug the blonde's ponytail before turning back towards the visitors nearby, "Master Myriana's made food to last the sevenday for us in the caverns, which, of course you're all welcome to enjoy. Even," she glances side-long at the exceedingly tall bronzerider, and coolly adds, "You. I suppose."

In the galleries, Sidling up to St'vren, and managing to keep a straight face, Yselle murmurs, "So, how about it then?"

S'rist looks to all the remaining candidates and gives them a warm smile, "Yes, we were honored to have you stand for our eggs. Now if you'd like, we would like you all to join us for the hatching feast which should be underway in just a bit... after that, if you would like to return home a rider will take you, or if you would like to remain here in the weyr, the headwoman will find a place for you here in the weyr, as you are all welcome to remain here with us."

In the galleries, Bayan grins and nods, moving over to them and absently tucking a slip of hide into his back pocket. "Yes, I've seen all that I needed to."

Up on the ledges, Suprisingly there's no rumbling from C'len's stomach, though that doesn't mean he's ready for food. Two more juices, coming up--he carries the filled mugs over, one for Suri and the other for Nolee. "Oh, everything here's good," C'len declares, but it may just be the garbage disposal in him talking. "Want to go see what's available in the caverns?"

Up on the ledges, L'sen, true to his word, prepares to head to the party, scrambling up Neiveth's side. From there, he offers a cheery "See y'all later" to those gathered nearby, before cueing the blue upward.

In the galleries, Delu walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Delu has left.

In the galleries, Ayana walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Ayana has left.

In the galleries, Bayan walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Bayan has left.

In the galleries, Jenna murmurs a goodbye to Divya and takes her leave, chatting politely on the way out.

Harley moves closer to the squeaky Jollea who seems to be crying with the occasional squeak now. Her face is impassive at the moment, not showing much expression at all. She nods to Josilina and S'rist, murmuring a quiet "Thank you." before she starts to lead Jollea off the sands.

In the galleries, Jenna walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Jenna has left.

Up on the ledges, Suraiya waves to L'sen and then reaches out to take the offered mug. "Thank you /so/ much, C'len." Being in the warm surroundings of the hatching grounds got her really thirsty. She drains half the mug without taking in a breath. "I'm up for a trip there."

In the galleries, St'vren's face is just as straight. "Oh really, Ys, I /would/. But I've got to get the weyr dusted and the harness mended before she comes home, or I'll get /such/ a scolding." More seriously, he adds "Cat did want to come, but her son at Ista's been down with something and she went to visit him. She'll want to know how it all went." He bows, quite handsomely, to Satiet. "Since you offered so kindly, perhaps I will stay long enough for a snack."

Matheny watches the former candidates leave, a sympathetic look in her eyes and then she nods. "The feast. Yes, let's go and get something to eat."

Harley heads up a short flight of steps to the galleries.

In the galleries, Harley has arrived.

Up on the ledges, Verenth takes off in a flurry of wings.

Up on the ledges, Verenth launches off of the ledge and into the air. Crossing the cavern, he swoops into the tunnel, leaving the hatching grounds.

Up on the ledges, Verenth has left.

In the galleries, Harley walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Harley has left.

Up on the ledges, L'sen has left.

In the galleries, "I-," Satiet's eyes narrow and she offers her hand to Yselle instead, "I don't even -want- to know about a harness."

Josilina puffs out a little sigh, watching the robed figures go off the sands. Matheny's words prompt a nod, "Good idea. And hey, congratulations you four." That with a grin to the clutchparents and their riders before she waves and heads for the exit.

In the galleries, "Right," Yselle looks innocent, mostly. "And you're not tied down at all. I see. Can't remember too much dusting going on /before/. You could say, I suppose, that you have to wash your hair. I've heard that one more than once." She grins over at Satiet, taking the offered hand. "Probably a /very/ good idea. How's your lifemate?"

Corineth lowers his head and whuffles the Weyrwoman affectionately.

Up on the ledges, "Mmm, thank you indeed." She accepts the cup happily, drinking from it immediately. "That sounds good; a firsthand study. Thank you all as well for the company during the hatching, if I should lose you in the celebrations after." Finishing the juice, she scoots away from Nala's forelimb to put it away. "Off we go?"

In the galleries, Divya walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl.

In the galleries, Divya has left.

In the galleries, St'vren pats his dark crop. "No, that'd be too transparent an excuse. Going to wash Rusuth, now, that'd work." He falls into step behind the two women, utterly unfazed.

S'rist grins, "Yes, congratulations to all of you, and I think some food and something cold to drink is a good thing."