Difference between revisions of "Logs:Lhiannonth and Leiventh's Clutch Hatches"

Up on the ledges, Verenth whips his tail back and forth, impatient for the new arrivals to come.

Up on the ledges, Zelieth settles herself on the ledge, forming a nice little seat between her forelegs for Balinne. She eyes Verenth with a quiet sort of disapproval.

Up on the ledges, Kali looks up and spots Balinne. She offers her a shy smile and a bit of a wave, she, unlike the other, doesn't sit. She stays standing, shifting from one foot to the other.

Lhiannonth has begun to hum, head lowered so it hovers just above the hot sands as she stares intently at the still mostly immobile eggs. But as one or two rock slightly, it's clear the hum is warranted. Josilina, for her part, comes hurrying from the ledge, straightening her poncho as she goes, hair damp in its braids. "I swear, you -tell- them to wait 'till it's really inconvienent," she accuses the gold, though fondly, as she slows.

Up on the ledges, Delu slips down from Boskyth's back, looking tired but excited. Looking around, she spots Balinne and moves over to her, giving her a gentle hug and whispering softly in her ear. She mutters to Balinne, "... Kali... with... Her lover... down... the sands,... think she is rather nervous.... you..."

Up on the ledges, Verenth snorts at the young green who disapproves of his impatient tail twitching.

Up on the ledges, Balinne smiles brightly, swinging an arm around Delu in a quick hug. "Zelieth and I will be just fine, don't worry." She waves cheerfully at Kali, offering her a friendly smile. "Oo, it's starting!" and right on cue, Zelieth begins to hum along.

Leiventh's up on his haunches, wings half spread as he maintains a steady, bassy humming, the sound echoing off the cavernous walls of the hatching grounds. R'hin's not far behind Josilina, coming in with a slight hop as he pulls on his second boot, exhaling in relief as he alters his pace to something more sedate. A grin splits his features, eyes lighting first on the eggs, then the two clutchparents, then finally Josilina. "It's time," he says, restraint evident in his voice, if not in the brightness of his eyes.

Up on the ledges, Kali spots Delu land and smiles over at her. She notes she goes right to Balinne and offers the other woman a hug. "Hey Delu..." she says softly, taking a few steps closer but not wanting to interupt.

Up on the ledges, Xiabeth adds her voice to the humming and Kali looks back at her. The first hatching they've been to since her own. "She hums?" she wonders at the sound.

Up on the ledges, Oenoneth starts adding her humm to the myriad of draconic voices reverberating around the massive cavern.

Up on the ledges, Zelieth offers Verenth nothing but a casual, annoyed, glance, and then puts her attention upon the eggs. They are MUCH more interesting than some silly twitchy male.

Up on the ledges, Delu gives Balinne a quick peck on the cheek, then is slipping away to move over to Kali, greeting her with a warm embrace. "Hey there, sunshine." Behind her, the symphony is joined by Boskyth's deep rumble, drawing a pleased smile from the greenrider. "They all do, yeah, isn't it a lovely sound?"

In the galleries, There's excitement racing through the sands, a few groups of children struggling to try to remain seated at the very end of one of the long benches. One toddler keeps getting pushed off somehow, though her falls never elicit tears. Instead, she bubbles into laughter and attempts to squish herself in further. Not far from these children, Satiet sits knitting. Yes, placidly knitting, though the thin set of her lips and a lift of her lashes every so often betrays pent in nerves.

Josilina murmurs something for Lhiannonth alone - something encouraging, judging by her wide smile, and the low croon Lhia breaks her humming briefly to impart. "Time," Josi agrees, smile widening even further. "Nervous?" She asks, and it would almost sound like a challenge, but she's grinning too hard.

Up on the ledges, Shalyn finds a specific spot on the precipice and sits down over the edge, her legs dangling and an almost childlike smile on her face.

Up on the ledges, Kali returns the embrace, but it's slightly guarded. "Bayan's out there." she says simply. And... I think someone who might be my sister." she looks at the sands again, nervously. Xiabeth's humming seems to calm her, but only a little bit.

"Not in the least, my dear Weyrwoman," R'hin replies, blithely lying, a swift grin following as he pauses at Josilina's side. Leiventh's humming doesn't seem to abate, not even for breath, though he does fold his wings again, canting his neck briefly towards Lhiannonth before the twitching eggs hold the dragon's attention once more.

Up on the ledges, Balinne perches herself delicatly upon Zelieth's crossed forearms, taking care not to muse her dress too much. "I agree," she says aloud, most likely to her dragon. She gives the green a fond pat, but her attention is directed towards the clutch.

Up on the ledges, Verenth finally takes up a quiet hum of his own, adding to the growing welcome to the unhatched eggs.

Up on the ledges, Delu looks surprised at Kali. "Sister?" She asks. "I knew about Bay, though. 'Bout time someone tied him down, there's good blood in that family." Soemone else's arrival catches her eye, and she shoots Delia a pelased smile, "Aunt Dee!"

Weyrleaders' Ledge> On the ledges, I'daur pauses again, looking once more over the candidates as he takes a place by the little entranceway to the sands. "Find you someone to stand with," he tells them. "And get out of the way of the hatchlings if they get too close." Another look, another nod to himself. Then, motioning them forward toward the entrance, he says simply in parting, "Good luck."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Charis stands nervously and seems to find her way over to where Eleria is standing, "Ya ready for this?" Her robe hangs on her, a bit big, looking like...well a sack of course. "Umm, did ya want to be my partner?"

Up on the ledges, Persie slip-hops from Secath's should just a second after the plump green's feet settle on the ledge. First on the list after that is smoothing out her hair so that she's presentable and not all wind-mussed. Then she looks up and down the ledge, noting nameless faces and probably a few names that she's supposed to know but doesn't. The energy of the cavern infects her with a smile and Secath joins in the anticipatory humming.

Up on the ledges, Sulizath's craggy figure is easily seen as he backwings gently towards the hatching sands, landing with a grace that's not traditional but is that of a dancer for a dragon of his build. From his neckridges comes the petite figure of Fadra, who, after removing her goggles and placing them among the unruly spikes of her hair, asks underneath Sulizath's rumbling, "Oh, have we missed anything? These things go so -fast-! 'Twould be such a pity t'miss it cause th'lug here wanted t'finish his herdbeast."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Samialla shuffles her way towards Dassah, Imariel, and Shanlee. "Can I stand with you?" She whispers urgently to the three, looking pale and worried.

Up on the ledges, Kali nods to Delu. "Sister...it's a long story... but I just found out... I haven't had a chance to talk to her yet though. Her name is Dassah and she named her firelizard after the only name I had to go on... Bayan said it was after her mother." she explains.

Up on the ledges, Kayara looks over at Kali when she notices she is there and gives a quick wave of greeting. Noticing another familiar arrival, she also salutes Assistant Weyrlingmaster M'tri and salutes the other arrivals as well. Soon her attention returns to the eggs below and she leans forward, one hand braced against Zimarath's side. Zimarath joins the others in their hum, her own light and encouraging.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Steorra heads towards Shanlee and Dassah with a smile "ready?" she says a little squeek of nerves hidden in the tone of her voice.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Dassah sees that Charis has moved to Eleria's side, and so her gaze looks round and she moves to Shanlee, "Please?" Is her simple request, offering hand. Still, gaze travels towards Charis and she seems inclined to draw Shanlee over towards the beastcrafter.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Felix is stuck to Dassah and Shanlee as close as possible. She's chosen her partners, whether they like it or not. Meep!

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Bayan is silent as he steps near Wilf, eyes focusing on the entrance to the sands before looking his and Sedor's way.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Kasiese looks around nervously before sneaking closer to Charis: "I'm standing next to you," she warns. "If I faint, please don't leave me to die."

Up on the ledges, Kali returns Kayara's wave, which she catches out of the corner of her eye, but she misses M'tri's enterance as her eyes go to the sands. "I wonder which one she is..." she says to herself, though there are no candidates on the sands yet.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Imariel is quiet as she joins the others, but nods at Samialla. "Of course you can," she says, reaching for the girl's hand, if Samialla allows it.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee's eyes are wide in her face, just nodding mutely at the weyrlingmaster, before taking a step closer to Dassah. Right now it was her experience of such things that made her feel a little more secure. Shan whispers "Sure Samialla" and smiles wanly at Kasiese.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavrie steps up along side Bayan. "Here it is, our turn to roll. These are the high stakes, Bayan," she tells him, looking nervous as can be.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Wilf is glad Bayan has stepped closer, but his eyes are focused on the entrance to the Sands

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Bayan quirks a brow at Tavrie, "Perhaps I played my hand to quickly," he muses slowly, giving her a nod before looking to Wilf, "Looking pale," he notes wryly to him.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> I'daur waits while the candidates huddle around with their friends, patient. Then, when they've reached some semblance of order, he steps back again and ushering them onto the sands. He takes a place at the back of the line, lingering in the doorway until they're all through. Then he goes about the business of setting up for the aftermath of the hatching.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eleria smiles gratefully at Charis and nods, "it'll be my honor and I'm as ready as I'm going to be I think." She takes the other girl's hand in her own and straightens her shoulders at the entrance to the grounds, chin up, eyes bright and twinkling.

Up on the ledges, Daikoth swoops gently, his humming already deep in his throat and chest, the quiet thundering among the rest, encouraging the shaking eggs to release thier contents. When he comes to the ground, it's only to quickly turn around and snatch his son from between the neckridges and plant him on Daikoth's forepaw. "Sit there. You won't miss a thing, pal." With that, the bluerider is taking up vigil on the other paw, resting his head on his knees and looking towards the sand.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Ashenna heads for Tavrie's side and laces her fingers through the free hand, thinking to smile after the fact. "If you don't mind," she says. "I'll try not to get sweaty hands or anything."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Charis nods to Kasiese, not quite sure that her voice is still in there somewhere. She looks over at Bayan a moment before smiling at Eleria. She takes a deep breath and squeezes her friends hand, "Will be fun regardless."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Samialla takes Imariel's hand, smiling shakily and taking a large breath before the candidates go out onto the sands. This is *it*.

"Good to hear," Josilina says, cheerfully, with the predictable counter of, "Weyrleader." She shuffles her feet, glancing at the passageway. "It helps, if the candidates come," she half-mutters, adding, "At least it'll be nice to get off these sands. I think I have sand bits in my boots forever - there they are!" she sings out, as the candidates begin to arrive.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavrie is too nervous to laugh or giggle as usual, but she smiles and walks out with Ashenna.

Up on the ledges, Delu looks surprised at Kali as she settles in next to her. "That's very interesting, Kali. You're going to have to tell me the whole story later. I though you knew all of your family."

Up on the ledges, Kali nods to Delu. "I thought I did too..." is her simple reply.

The humming of the various dragons in and around the hatching cavern has increased to a physical level; a vibration that can be felt through any contact with the ground. The candidates are herded out onto the sands, moving into a rough semi-circle around the mound of eggs before bowing towards Lhiannonth and Leiventh. Watchful, the dam and sire preside over the event with keen-eyed anticipation.

Up on the ledges, Ayana slides down Kyreth and keeps to the end away from the crowd, her expression a bit stormy as she leans against him in a casual manner. Arms folded, she watches the sands and barely pays attention to anyone else.

Up on the ledges, Verenth hums louder (as much louder as he ever makes a noise) as the first of the Candidates arrive.

R'hin's grin doesn't lessen in the slightest, a low chuckle coming from the bronzerider at Josilina's response. "I'm glad I remembered to wear loose clothing. Hopefully with a clutch this size it will be over fairly quickly." Pale eyes flicker over as the candidates begin appearing, and he straightens subtly, attention focusing on them with keen interest. Leiventh, however, has no mind for the arriving white-robed figures; the dragon's attention solely on the eggs.

Charis walks out onto the sands holding Eleria's hand, looking up at the crowd in the stands, feeling odd to be on this end instead of seeing the eggs from above. She leans over to whisper, "Sure is 'otter than I remember"

Up on the ledges, Delu slips her hand into Kali's and gives a light squeeze. "Well, I'm sure youwill meet her soon enough. Maybe she will impress?"

Shanlee draws in a slow breath, exhaling, an unusal calm comes over her and eyes fix on the eggs and the two dragons guarding their clutch. A gentle squeeze on the hands in hers for reassurance as the humming fills her head.

Maja stands off to one side, watching the candidates arrive and bow. Her arms are crossed and it would seem from a distance that she isn't phased by the heat in the slightest. Upon closer inspection, she's quite damp with sweat. For a moment her eyes shut, feeling the thrum of the dragons, before she opens them to watch the eggs.

Up on the ledges, Balinne pats Zelieth's forearm gently, a quiet smile on her face. "Maybe," she murmers, bobbing her head. Zelieth's humming subsides as she cants her head to view the candidates.

Steorra follows Shanlee and Dassah onto the sands, with a half smile she looks to one and then the other before positioning herself in the semi circle. The heat of the sands begins to hit her and she shuffles slightly from one foot to the other "Its so weird being here...." she says in a soft voice to Shanlee as she moves near her.

Bayan is staying near both Tavrie, Sedor, and Wilf when all is said and done, adding to Tavrie as he walks, "Atleast this means I'm off restrictions," and he passes Wilf and meaningful look. His robe is a bit too big for him as he walks, his eyes looking from one candidate to the other.

Dassah moves out onto the sands with one hand clasping Shanlee's, moving with the other girl until she is standing next to Chair, who's hand she claims with the other. She winces as the heat starts to soak through too-thin sandals, and looks up at the crowd with a wary gaze. "There are a whole lotta people up there." She says, softly.

Up on the ledges, Kali spots Ayana and Kyreth land on the ledge and shifts herself between Delu and the brownrider. "Maybe...' she says softly. Her eyes dart to Ayana then to Balinne and back to Delu, only to finally catch the white robes enter. She shifts closer to the edge, leaning over.

Up on the ledges, Acadia and Inneth join the crowd on the ledges. She calls out a generic "Fort's Duties" to the group and goes to get a drink. It's going to be a long night.

Imariel tries to hold back her nervousness, to at least present a calm, composed demeanor. She doesn't glance up at the galleries, not wanting to know how many people are watching. Instead, she simply stands beside Samialla and offers the girl a hand to hold if she wishes.

Josilina rises to her tiptoes, scanning the ranks of the candidates, even as she nods to R'hin, "Loose is good. And yes, hopefully - oh, look, I know him!" She points vaguely towards one of the candidates, "And him, and her -" luckily she loses interest in this pasttime quickly, falling back onto her heels. "What do you think'll be first?"

Wilf walks out next Bayan, "yes I am a bit nervous, but it'll pass," he gives Bayan a grin. He moves into the semi circle with the rest, giving a quick glance up at the stands.

Felix's eyes wander as she takes a position near Dassah, clingy without actually /clinging/. She spots Maja and for whatever reason her attention lingers on the brownrider. But then she remembers where she is, and that it's hot, and she lifts a hand to wipe her forehead; her feet shuffle in their sandals. Ouch.

"Just don't think about it, how hot it is, I mean," Ashenna says, mostly for Tavrie's sake. Her gaze lifts toward the stands and the ledges, looking for familiar faces and dragons.

Eleria nods slowly Charis's way, giving the other girl's hand a squeeze as she notes quietly, "I'm not sure I can answer you at the moment? I'm not really feeling too much at the moment." She smiles over at Dassah, who had taken Charis's other hand, then politely inclines her head to Lhiannoth and Leiventh, a small, respectful bow coming with the gesture.

Up on the ledges, K'nder sits lazily against Kerilinth - the large green curled up on the ledge behind him - head craned over the edge to eye the eggs and candidates as the rocks of the weyr rumble with the hum of her and other dragons.

Tavrie fumbles along nervously just behind Bayan's left shoulder. She gulps and then sighs as the heat hits her. "Well, unless..." she implies, face still frozen with anxiety and her complexion pale. The young woman looks around her and then over to Ashenna. "I wonder if my family is up there. I know Maxeoth is watching," she murmurs.

Chaotic Vanguard Egg shudders momentarily until it slides from its sandy perch. The track of egg's path is deep and true, following the curve of its movement. Another shudder envelopes the egg as the inhabitant fights to release itself from its prison.

Samialla is clinging onto Imariel throughout the whole business of bowing, once the candidates have moved into place. She's found herself just the right spot, beside Imariel, and manages to shuffle herself closer to the older girl. "It's so hot," she murmurs her discomfort, picking her feet up alternately.

R'hin takes note of the two assistant weyrlingmasters that arrive with the gaggle of candidates, and tips his head towards the pair of them, a little smile quirking his lips. Josilina receives a bemused sort of look from the Weyrleader, who runs a hand through his hair and, thankfully, refrains from comment about the candidates. "I'm hoping that small one will be first, and a brown," he points over at one of the black eggs, "Just to prove everyone wrong."

Kasiese's comment, from a Eleria's other side, is dry. "It's hotter cause our brains are like to explode under all this pressure." Sarcasm aside, however, Kasi exhales a slow, shaky breath, as her hands look for pockets to stuff into and find nothing but the ends of her robe.

Up on the ledges, "I'll keep my fingers crossed." Delu says with a grin. She, too, glances at Ayana and offers her a smile before looking back to the sands. "I don't actually know any of them but Bayan, do you?"

Up on the ledges, Persie keeps one eye on the eggs, well three if you count Secath's, and one eye on the gathering crowds. She seems to be continuing a half-audible conversation with her lifemate. "Well I hope there isn't too much blood. I heard somewhere that candidates now get all sorts of training to make sure they don't get hurt on the sands. Or was that dragonhealers... Maybe it was herders and beasts, I have no idea."

Up on the ledges, Kali shakes her head. "Not in person, no... but one of them is my sister... I know it." she says simply.

Up on the ledges, "Okay, listen here. Bets." That can only be M'tri -- and indeed it is, the bluerider glancing nonchalantly towards the rest of the occupants of the ledges. "I say we take some bets. It's always a bit more exciting, don't you think?" He reaches into a pocket, removes a small pouch, and says, "Any bets on what's first?"

Up on the ledges, Balinne glances at M'tri, and grins. "Sure, I'll place a bet. But I haven't any marks. So can I bet something else, besides money?"

The strange-looking ring on the Chaotic Vanguard Egg begins to twist out of shape as deep rents mar the surface, the dragon within seeking escape. The dizzying swirls shatter entirely under pressure from within as first a snout, then a paw venture boldly forth, the rest of this mahogany-shaded hatchling following swiftly afterwards.

Witty Mahogany Brown The warmth and glow of rich mahogany and deep walnut are painted in generous brush strokes from snout to tail along the hide of this sleek brown. Hard lines and the deepness of his coloring lend the impression of a rich stain on a priceless heirloom piece. Although his hide looks smooth and polished, the striations of a ruddy tone add dimension and highlight the ripples of his developing muscles, from the militaristic lines that sweep across the length of his narrow tail to the proudly held head that rises above green-tipped neckridges. Small eyes, keen with witty intelligence, sit above a handsomely slim muzzle and are arced by protruding eyeridges that are reminiscent of bushy eyebrows. The combination of hues shimmer over the delicate membranes of his wide sails, from the leading to trailing edges as they gradient from warm sienna to charred walnut that clings and winds up along his spars to graze each shoulder with the shadowed brown. The semblance of a uniform is found in the natural curvature of his forelimbs and back haunches, and the way the richest of his varied shades hang to delineate illusory tailored lines.

Up on the ledges, Delu looks over at M'tri, "A mark on Bayan for green."

Up on the ledges, Kali glances up when she hears M'tri's voice and finally salutes him. Her eyes go to Ayana and stay on her when she calls out. "Bettin' Bayan impresses a bronze." she calls boldly.

Bayan's chuckle is a hollow one as he slides a glance at Wilf, "You? No way," he seems to teases lightly before nodding in a obivously nervous Leeden's direction as he shifts his weight. "He's the nervous one." With that, he laspes into an odd silence, now watching the brown hatchling with mild interest.

Up on the ledges, Shalyn squeals, "Look! A little brown was the first to hatch!"

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

In the galleries, Suraiya has arrived.

Up on the ledges, Kali glances back at Delu and smirks.

Shanlee's eyes follow Dassah's to the galleries, a quick smile is offered to friends and family "Yes, there are" she whispers to her friends. Lifting one foot, then other Shan shifts around, but goes deadstill and eyes are drawn to the Sands once again as the eggs start rocking. A brown dragonet is the first to makes it's appearance, Shan stares in fascination.

Up on the ledges, Ayana frowns when she hears her brother's name being tossed about before snorting and looking back to the sands.

Up on the ledges, Acadia says, "I'd like to place a bet. Bayan to Impress to blue, a half-mark. He used to live at Fort and I'm sure he's good rider material."

Felix twitches, something hatched! A brown! She's being so, so silent. Not a word from the usual bubbly girl, but her eyes certainly are shining.

Steorra looks about the semi circle and the faces of the candidates, for now she chooses not to look up into the galleries. Her gaze is brought quickly back to the sands however as the first hatchling appears "What a wonderful colour" she smiles though her voice shakes a little with nerves, blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

Up on the ledges, Balinne tsks, but she's grinning. "Should'a been a green," she decides good naturedly. "Handsome fellow, though."

Up on the ledges, K'nder nods quietly, marking a hide on one knee. "Brown - good start."

Up on the ledges, M'tri begins scribbling down names and bets on a pad with a piece of coal. "Blue...bronze...green..." Pause. "I'll say brown, just cause no one went -- oh shards, missed!" And for a moment the Igenite stops his scribbling in favor of looking out on the sands at the new brown. "Nice boyo, eh, Erisan?" And Erisan is simply quaking with joy. Lookit THOSE.

Josilina follows R'hin's example - reminded, perhaps, by him - and flips the assistants a little salute, along with a grin. "What does everyone think it is?" She wonders, then - "Oh!" she bounces on the balls of her feet, a little, "Look, it was a brown! Browns are good." Judging by her excitable tone, everything's good to her right now.

Wilf is looking around, a little nervously, at least he has Bayan and his quick wit, to keep his mind busy, he watches as the first hatchling fights it's way out of the egg.

Up on the ledges, Verenth starts to quiet as the first dragon htches. Instead he keenly looks down at the sands, leaning so far foward it seems as if he is going to dive off the ledge to which he clings. His rider isn't here on th ledge, but by the way he ocassionally glances down at the gallery seats, it isn't too hard to figure out where she is.

Ashenna oohs and tilts a little toward Tavrie to say, "Bet there are a lot of happy riders planning to collect marks tonight. Browns hatching first means good luck."

Charis takes another deep breath, small beads of sweat on her forehead, squeezing Leri's hand and then Dassah's. "Oh look at 'im." she says about the brown emerging from the shards of the egg

Maja nods back to the Weyrleaders, though it's subtle. Her eyes lock onto the brown dragonet, and she watches.

Dassah's gaze sweeps over the crowd for a moment, especially the group in the galleries until she finds a green dragon she recognises, and smiles more. She temproarily frees her hand from Shanlee's to wave up, before letting it fall bac to her side and her gaze slide to the eggs as the dragonets start to arrive. She smiles at the brown and gives Charis' hand a return squeeze. "He's handsome, yes."

Samialla breathes in awe as the first egg to hatch reveals a striking brown hatchling. The girl can't speak; all she can do is stare. Her feet still pick up from the sands now and then, that intense heat still rising through her sandals to try and burn her soles.

Kasiese's lamaze breathing fails the moment the first dragon breaks shell. She exhales in a whooshing breath, saying, "Oh, Faranth. Wow...just...look." As if everyone isn't already looking. So if she sinks back a bit, breaking the loose semi-circle slightly, no one will notice with all thier attention out ther,e on that gooey brown.

Inevitable Assimilation Egg gives a little twitch, only a shudder as it makes its first motion of the day. Then, it's still again, for several seconds before this shuddering recommences, hesitant at first, then gradually more confident as the hatchling within begins to elbow its way free.

Up on the ledges, Inneth croons at the sight of the baby brown dragon. Her eyes while a little faster, glued to the hatchling for the moemnt.

In the galleries, A comment from the sands captures Satiet's attention and from her knitting, a brow lifts, perplexed. "Ah. Mmmm. I've heard greens hatching first are good luck. Bronzes too. Browns others, and still, I'm sure our Avalanche wingleader would insist blues hatching first would be the best luck ever." There's a twist of sarcasm infused in that last remark, a lopsided slip quirking her mouth down in mocking pensiveness. "I imagine any color dragon hatching first is a good sign," comes the tempered soprano at her side, a familiar brownriding blonde at the Reaches, Joilin.

Up on the ledges, Zimarath continues to hum encouragingly, her attention now mostly on the brown dragonet who just hatched. Her eyes whirl quickly with excitement.

R'hin exhales briefly, casting a sidelong glance to Josilina, grin dimming marginally as he gives a slight shake of his head. "Doesn't matter, we'll see soon enough," he answers evasively, the Weyrwoman's sudden enthusiasm drawing his attention swiftly back to the sands, having missed the first egg cracking. "Oh! Very nice!" There's a definite hint of pride in his voice, echoed by Leiventh's altering from hum to rumbling greeting of the newest dragon.

Imariel is mesmerized by the hatching and watches the dragonet with fascination. She remains still, trying her best to keep the flutters of her stomach from making her shiver.

The Depth of the Mind Egg gives very little warning before a split appears down the side, and soon after a limb follows it, the egg shattering moments later.The little green that tumbles out lets out a joyful bugle, greeting the gathered candidates with suitable enthusiasm. She's more enthusiastic than gainly, however, tripping over and leaving a trail of sand along her snout. That doesn't stop her heading strongly for her chosen candidate, her mind apparently already made up: a sandy-haired young lad has her fixated, and when she finally stops in front of Paemar, the boy looks startled. "Raneth!" the Neratian - now P'mar - blurts, with a broad grin. One of the assistant weyrlingmasters escorts the newest pair off the sands, the boy grinning and chatting all the way.

Tavrie nibbles her lower lip furiously, looking a wreck compared to some of the calmer candidates. "Does it?" she asks Ashenna, seeming not to have known that. "He's a lovely and dark," she adds in her thoughts, shifting from foot to foot.

Up on the ledges, Persie's doesn't bother listening to Secath's part of the conversation. She shushes the green and makes her way towards M'tri. "Can I bet?" she wonders at him, angling to speak around a passerby. "On something, I have no idea what. I've never bet before." She laughs a bit, at herself, but pulls a small mark out of her pocket.

Up on the ledges, Verenth whips his tail rapidly back and forth as the first impression occurs.

In the galleries, M'wen is leaning back against the wall, for whatever reason, near the passageway back from where they came. He remains silent, even if someone addresses him, a visible twitch as he clenches his teeth at the scene before him.

Bayan watches the hatchling a bit longer before he looks up to the stands, a curious expression on his face. With a twist of lips, "So that's one half-mark I just lost," he muses to the boys until P'mar's Impression gets his attention.

Up on the ledges, Fadra doesn't speak quickly enough to say that, yes, the first will be a brown, and so snaps her fingers in dismay for a moment. "Durn." She will, however, almost immediately note with pleasure, mostly to her dragon, "Hey, brown. Handsome." She squints down at the brown before reaching back and leaning against her own brown, saying, "Bet 'e goes t'a girl. A mark says it."

Up on the ledges, Delu says "Ohh, a green!" Delu croons approvingly, her eyes now fully lost in the scene below, giving Kali's hand a firm squeeze."

Eleria sighs softly and nods, her breath catching slightly as she replies with a simple, "quite handsome." She manages to tear her eyes from the little fellow just in time to see another egg twitch, then her gaze goes up to the stands until the green dragonet emerges to find her lifemate. "Oh, congratulations P'mar, good match that..."

Shanlee glances around the circle of Candidates that had become her friends over the past few months. A smile pulls at the corners of her mouth at their varied reactions to the little brown. The second egg is hatching and Shan chuckles as the little green bugles happily "That's so sweet" she breathes, thrilled for P'mar.

Up on the ledges, Kali turns to look at Delu. "Were you this nervous when I was standing?" she asks.

Witty Mahogany Brown, with his head held high, sweeps his gaze across the sands to stop near a Bollian girl and her Bitran partner. He pauses, his keen gaze observing the interaction between the two before he continues his reconnaisance of the area. Spreading his wings wide with a flip and a snap, the egg remnants fall free. Decisively, he takes the first steps away from the egg mound.

Charis watches with wide eyes as the first impression takes place, "Congrats P'mar." She chuckles softly though at the thought of him getting the green. She looks around the group, shifting on the balls of her feet, ready to move if she has too.

Steorra is watching the little brown closely but when the first impression occurs she grins happily "Was that Paemar... P'mer? and a green?" she smiles happily she battles to keep her nerves and her breathing under control as everything seems to happen at once.

Up on the ledges, Delu smiles to Kali and nods. "Terrified, both that you wouldn't and that you would." She glances back to Xiabeth, "But the moment she chose you I relaxed."

Josilina shoots R'hin a curious - and even concerned - look before her attention's pulled back to the hatching by P'mer's Impression. "Oh!" she clasps her hands together, "I /don't/ know him! But congratulations!" The last she pitches loud enough to carry, though it's of course immediately lost to the general chaos of the sands. "It's so exciting. I hope no one gets hurt."

Up on the ledges, Kali nods and takes a deep breath. "I don't know what I'm so nervous about..." she comments.

Frantically crescendoing, the protracted shuddering of Inevitable Assimilation Egg gives way to more strenuous rocking, and finally splintering, as the eager hatchling within thrusts himself bodily through its shell, breaching into the air and landing with a thump that sends sand spraying upward around his feet.

Tempered Blade of Justice Blue Long and lean, this blue hatchling-everything about him is sharp-edged, softened only by the rich, gleaming blue of his hide. A comparatively light color overall, the cobalt tempered by white until it's only a shade darker than sky, he has an almost metallic glint to his skin, a richness of hue that shimmers evenly across his form. Lanky, with a pointed muzzle and long and narrow wings, his slim body is made for cutting quickly through air already. His neckridges sweep backward in elongated fashion, tracing down his neck on the way to his lengthy tail, whose tip darkens slightly from that otherwise uniform blue.

Kasiese exclaims, her sweaty palms and trembles forgotten for just a moment, "Paemar! P'mar..." the second is a test, before she calls, "Congratulations, P'mar," as the pair escape the heat. When they're gone, however, she can go back to toying with the bottom of her robe. "He's...picky," she says to those nearest her, a quick gesture indicating the scouting brown.

Wilf is relaxing a little, not much, he is hopping from foot to foot, he didn't realise just how hot the sand is, P'mar is the first and Wilf watches as he is led away. he glances at Bayan as he remarks on the bets he has made, a grin on his face.

Up on the ledges, Balinne's eyes glance towards Kali and Delu, but her smile remains planted on her face. A little 'hm' sound, and a nod of her head towards Zelieth, and she's back on the Hatching. "Oo! I missed the green, but that's a handsome new blue boy!"

Samialla stares over at the first Impression of the hatching. Words eventually make it from throat to mouth. "Was that...P-paemar? Good for him." Her teeth latch onto her lower lip as she lets her gaze flick to the brown, watching him warily lest he come too near. The sharp-seeming blue catches her attention, and she looks at the hatchling.

Up on the ledges, Acadia says, "All right, there's Bayan's blue. Hopefully." She looks at the man who'd been taking bets and says, "I'm not betting that's Bayan's blue. Just rooting for it to be that way. His may hatch later."

Up on the ledges, Verenth shifts his forelegs excitedly as he sees the first of (hopefully) many blues hatch. Well, greens are good too...but blues are just the most handsome. He's the most handsome blue, naturally, but he /does/ need someones to display his handsomeness against.

Dassah looks to the new pair with a small smile, though no real enthusiasm is shown for the pairing. She looks back to the brown and his newly arrived blue brother. "Wonder who they will choose?" She says quietly to Charis, as she shifts her weight to the be mostly on her heels.

Up on the ledges, Shalyn puts her fingers to her mouth and lets loose with a high pitched whistle, "Whee! A Blue!" she looks over to her green lifemate, "And by the looks of him he'll grow into a handsome fellow." she leans against the greens body and snuggles.

Felix wipes her palms on the sides of her robe. Sheet. Sack. Thing. Sweaty! Shift, shift, hot, hot. "Ooch, ow." She scans the sands, checking on hatchlings and eggs and people and everything, and even goes so far as to tear her gaze away and direct it up at the galleries. If there's anyone up there for her she certainly doesn't see. So many people!

Up on the ledges, Kali feels Balinne's eyes on her and turns to look at the smile plastered on her face. She looks at her hand in Delu's and back to Balinne. She frowns. "Maybe... maybe you should sit with Balinne..." she says softly.

Ashenna confirms, "It is and --oh, Paemar!" She bounces on her toes a little, caught up in excitement of hatchings and pairings despite herself.

Up on the ledges, Fadra snorts at Fadra. "You female blueriders," he comments wryly, but still scribbles down the bet, and then examines this newest addition -- the green he gets only a fleeting glance of wiggling tail before they're taking away, and so says, "That there is one of the most wonderfully coloured blues..." but he trails off when Daikoth rumbles. Never admire another, that rumble says, and M'tri pats his own lifemate. "Spread those wings of yours and you've got him beat any day of the week, love. Any day."

R'hin lets out a breath of interest as the green impresses. "Paemar," the bronzerider immediately supplies to Josilina, his knowledge of the candidates apparently excellent indeed. "P'mar now, I guess. A good lad." Pale eyes follow the first pair as they're lead away, before flashing a grin to Josilina. "Some of them seem quite fleet of feet. I'm sure they'll be fine. Ah!" the faint exclamation of delight accompanies the appearance of the blue.

Imariel shifts her weight from foot to foot, trying to keep the sands from burning. As Paemar Impresses, she grins widely, nodding her congratulations to the general hub-bub.

Tempered Blade of Justice Blue finds himself in the world with an abruptness that takes even him back, and for a moment, he's still, staring around, taking in the sights. But only a moment, and then he's off, careening bodily for the ring of candidates, wings and tail flapping along behind him as he tears off.

Up on the ledges, M'tri snorts at Fadra. "You female blueriders," he comments wryly, but still scribbles down the bet, and then examines this newest addition -- the green he gets only a fleeting glance of wiggling tail before they're taking away, and so says, "That there is one of the most wonderfully coloured blues..." but he trails off when Daikoth rumbles. Never admire another, that rumble says, and M'tri pats his own lifemate. "Spread those wings of yours and you've got him beat any day of the week, love. Any day."

Bayan watches P'mar and his new lifemate leave the sands until he exchanges glances with Wilf. With his bet lost, the former itinerant stays silent to observe, looking from those candidates that are quite excited, to the blue and brown hatchlings lumbering about as he shifts his weight again.

Up on the ledges, Delu squeezes Kali's hand lightly, "You asked me to be here, and you have Bayan down on the sands, Kali. She can spare me for a day,hmm? I'll just have to make it up to her later." She says, with a tease in her voice.

Slowly, Tavrie seems to be adjusting and her fear is settling. This is shown by an apprehensie, but less choked look on her face. She swivels her head to take in P'mar and smiles faintly, then she turns around to watch the newly hatched dragons, ready to move if they get too close. Curiousity and apprecation cross her face as she takes in the newcomer, a startling blue, the nanny even smiles a little.

Charis takes a step back when she sees the blue head towards the group, still holding Eleria's hand firmly as well as Dassah. "Ummm, 'e's comin pretty fast." Her feet are burning under her sandals, eyes on the charging hatchling

Up on the ledges, Kali nods. "She just... maybe we could go sit with her?" she offers, giving Delu's hand a tug.

Roiling Nightmare Egg begins to twitch and shudder, the movement sudden and violent - enough to dispel any speculations that this egg might be in danger of not hatching. The surface of the egg seems to ripple as the dragon within shifts about, seeking escape.

Eleria can't help but notice the blue rapidly approaching, she smiles, then frowns slightly, as it probably occurs to her that some of them may be in for a world of hurt unless the move, something she does, though slowly since she's anchored on one side by Charis, with Kasi on her other side.

Up on the ledges, Zelieth offers an intelligent sounding frumble, her wings shifting against her back. "I highly doubt it," Balinne answers, looking wryly up at her lifemate's chin. "But you're welcome to try."

Steorra realises there is far too much to concentrate on, her eyes flick from the blue to the brown to the other candidates and she has to shake her head to stop herself from getting dizzy. As the little blue careens off towards them she shuffles slightly as if making sure she is ready to move if he gets too close, also because her feet are starting to go numb from the heat.

Shanlee stares at the little blue, "He looks like he's made from the sky" she notes quietly, then tenses slightly and makes ready to move as he comes tearing across the Sands, "and quick too"

Witty Mahogany Brown moves through the sands, around the gaggle of Candidates with a determined gleam in his eyes that is accented with a visible glint of amusement. Without needing any reassurance from his dam or sire, he is on his way. His steps are slower, methodically securing the perimeter before pausing in front of a tall lad with astonishing deep blue eyes. He seems to hrmph before moving on to stand in front of a young, gawky girl. Even the nod of his wedge-shaped head gives the impression of knowing exactly what he needs.

Felix turns back to all the craziness, her eyes wide. She might have gotten in a little over her little head when she agreed to all of this. Twitch, shift, swallow. Gulp. "Oh, jays."

Samialla squeaks as the blue starts moving *fast*, and her grip on Imariel's hand tightens. "Ohh," she moans, sounding incredibly nervous of the prospect of a dragon charging into her.

Dassah glances over to Charis with a reassuring smile. "Its good when they are sure. Usually means a strong bond, I hear." She looks back to the dragonets, frowning a little. "They're much bigger than I expected them to be, they always look small from the stands."

Kasiese grimaces and moves along with Eleria, out of the way -- getting crushed, clawed, or pummeled into the sands is not on the list of things to do. "At least he knows how to use his limbs," she says quietly of the bumrushing blue.

Wilf is watching carefully, as the hatchlings lumber about, making sure to stay out of their way fortunately he is so tall and has a good view, he quickly glances over all the other candidates as they are all shuffling their feet on the hot sands.

Roiling Nightmare Egg shudders with an intensity that speaks to the occupant's determination to get out, right now. Finally, a large crack mars the surface, and moments later, a small, amber-touched green spills out onto the hot sands.

Vivacious Sunlit Green Lithe, the sprawled bundle of this amber-touched green may at first seem all limbs, being sleek of lines and little bulk to her name; her slender neck wending down along narrow ridges to a slightly chubby tail that quivers with energy. Though her hide is predominately a deep shade of emerald, it's marbled here and there by hints of amber, as if lit from beneath by the light of Rukbat itself. There's a dark mark on her muzzle, shadowed greenish-grey, that'll never fade despite numerous scrubbings, but it lends character to the poignantly charming face she has, as it splatters unevenly across the slight hump along her snout, no doubt a result of her parentage. Sprightly wingsails lift high above her shoulders, brilliant in their finely-webbed verdent lushness, and are just translucent enough to let through that soft glow of sunlight. The world about her is studied with eminent fascination, delight lighting up her rainbow-faceted eyes at even the most mundane of things, and she appears to have bathed in the lake of boundless enthusiasm for life.

Witty Mahogany Brown pauses near a group of Candidates, observing his surroundings one last time before making his move. In the middle of a secondary sweep from one side to the other, movement stops, his motion stolen as a spark flares a prism of blues in his eyes. His approach of a gawkily adolescent teenager is punctuated with a crisp little nod and a breath of ownership over the sun-browned girl.

Up on the ledges, K'nder grins suddenly. "Bingo. I know who that green is after."

"It's all right, Sami," Imariel says, urging the girl a few steps left to avoid the dragonets. "Remember what they said. Just keep your eyes open and step out of the way if they look like they want to get past you."

Up on the ledges, Delu looks to Kali. "Wouldn't that be uncomfortable for everything? I mean, I like you both a lot, but I don't want to cause either of you distrist.

Tempered Blade of Justice Blue slows, however, his headlong pace the closer he gets to the candidates; he does not, fortunately, run any of them down. Some measure of wisdom slows him before he does so, and he turns, heading no long directly at the candidates, but now alongside them, with a step that declares how obviously he's holding himself back from pelting forward again. This is not a decision that should be made in haste.

Up on the ledges, Kali smiles to Delu. "Exactly." she smiles. "I never said I wouldn't share you." she smiles and approaches Balinne. "May... may we sit?" she asks softly.

Up on the ledges, Zimarath bugles in excitement as she watches a green hatch. For what better color is there than green? She rumbles in excitement, craning her head over the ledge to watch the newly hatched green.

Up on the ledges, Kerilinth croons down at the new green - eyes whirling intently

Up on the ledges, Balinne woops, throwing a fist into the air in a rather undignified manor. "Cute little thing!" Zelieth just offers an insulted sort of sound, and feigns boredum.

Up on the ledges, Xiabeth turns to look at her sister and adds her own bugle of welcome.

Up on the ledges, Acadia tries to direct Inneth's attention to the new-hatched green, but doesn't succeed. Her whirling eyes are fixed on the male dragons on the sands, especially the small blue dragonet. Acadia gives up and shouts down, "Go Bayan! Impress to the blue!

Up on the ledges, "Hey," Persie says, trying to talk over the crowd while waving a mark at M'tri. "I'll bet you that guy gets a brown," she offers. Though she's a little vague about which guy, exactly. Hopefully it's one of the candidates. She tries a gaming smile on, it's worth a shot.

Up on the ledges, Oenoneth bugles happily welcoming a new little sister into the world.

Up on the ledges, Balinne's attention turns to Kali and Delu. "If it's alright with Zelieth." A fuzzy-eyed moment, and a nod. "Just don't 'squish' her, she asks,"

Ashenna's constantly moving gaze stops and then widens as the brown stops in front of her. It's almost comical, the way her eyebrows dart up toward her hair. The smile is just as quick, though still a bit stunned. "Of course you're itching, Eniolth. Sand and heat and..." Her hand slips out of Tavrie's without so much as a glance at the other girl. "We'll fix it. I'll fix it," she promises.

Bayan keeps a careful out on the hatchlings as he sidles close to Tavrie. With a wry smirk, "Still reveling in the high stakes?" he asks her, his hands absently tugging the robe in place as the heat of the sands make him shift his feet.

Felix's breath catches. Did... Ashenna? "Wow, lookit her boy! He's a handsome fella. Congratulations, Ash!" And, now that Mister Blue Headlong is calming down she doesn't look so antsy. Not that she wouldn't dash out of the way should he start up again. And nevermind that she's edging around behind the other candidates she's standing with. Eek.

Charis looks back and forth, trying to keep track of three hatchlings now. She smiles at the blue, who seems to have enough sense to not hurt anyone. She looks over at Leri, "Aren't they great." She releases the hands she is holding for just a second to wipe them on her sack before grabbing them up again

Up on the ledges, Delu follows Kali over, and offers Balinne a gentle smile. "Hey. You two've met, I think?" She glances at Kali,t hen at Zelieth, "We'll be gentle, promise."

Vivacious Sunlit Green flicks her wings, held out from her body and half aloft, the weight of the wet hatchling goo still clinging to the thin membranes of her wingsails. She gives a tip of her head, her chubby tail slicing back and forth as she pushes off, all aglow with energy, heading determinedly for the semi-circle of candidates: this lady needs no encouragement at all. There's a warbling that accompanies the lithe little green as she traipses along, as if happily commenting to herself about her newfound environment, eyes whirling less with hunger and more with curiosity.

Steorra gasps as the little green hatches "Oh how pretty she is" she says her tone hushed. She is relieved when the little blue slows his pace just infront of the group however and but she is still prepared to move out of the way just incase. Ashenna's words grab her attention quickly and she turns to smile "Oh congratulations!" she calls out to her before returning her attention to the eggs and the hatchlings.

Up on the ledges, Verenth shifts again, that tail of his flowing back and forth. With the smaller clutch sizes, each Impression is easier to follow, each dragonet eagerly observed, unlike the days of forty or more eggs Hatching all at once.

Up on the ledges, Kali is sure to put Delu between her and Balinne. She seems a bit nervous as she sits silently.

Tavrie scrambles aside and gawks as the brown chooses Ashenna, her partner on the sands. "Ashenna, he's lovely. You'll be so wonderful together," she wishes her well, pushing back a little farther but smiling happily.

Dassah looks over at Ashenna, and smiles a little, "Good choice, that." She says with approval. The green is greeted with a small laugh. "What do you now, it hatched. She'll be an interesting one, you can be sure."

Kasiese's mouth becomes a little 'o'. "Ashenna and...Eniolth? Well there's a fine how-do." Kasiese smiles widely, though, calling, "Congratulations, Ashenna."

Samialla nods at Imariel's advice, staring with wide eyes at the blue before catching the brown's Impression. "He was so handsome...well done, Ashenna." Though her voice is so quiet it's unlikely to carry over to the new pair. "Oh,look..." and now Sami is entranced by the green, quiet again as she admires her.

Charis grins as Ashenna impresses the stunning brown, "Congrats Ash and Eniolth. Wow." is all she can say now, trying to keep her eyes on all the movement around her, shifting on her feet, "'ot out 'ere."

Up on the ledges, Fadra points at M'tri with a wide smile. "I very well told y'so. So, where's m'marks? Or should I be collecting 'em from y'afterwards?" Smugly, the Istan rider crosses her arms and, without waiting for an answer, slides to a seat and out of his sight. Maybe the marks aren't that serious after all. With his lifemate settled in, Sully seems to think it's fit time to bugle. Loudly. Encouragement and all that.

Eleria breaths a sigh of relief as the blue aims to move along side of the group of candidates rather than amongst them, and with that sigh, comes a soft chuckle and a teasing aside to Kasi, "no, no mistaking that to be sure." Charis gets an "they're all just wonderful," before she notes Ashenna impressing and calls out to her, "congratulations!"

Maja's attention peaks at the brown's Impression, though she gives the girl a moment to react. "Ashenna and Eniolth, congratulations," she announces, quickly marching towards the pair. "Follow me, if you could. We're going back the way you came."

Shanlee's flick over to Ashenna just in time to catch her words. "Ashenna ...Eniolth - Congratulations" she calls over and squeezes the hands she's holding in delight. Shan chuckles at Dassah's words, feeling more relaxed now "Sure to be" she nods

Up on the ledges, "We do," Balinne answers, grinning at Kali, "Though I haven't visited in a while. I apologize for that. Xiabeth has gotten so big! Last time I saw her she was just a baby."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eniolth moves up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eniolth has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Ashenna strolls up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Ashenna has arrived.

Moving slowly down the line of candidates, purposeful but unhurried, Tempered Blade of Justice Blue Hatchling pauses after a moment, head cocking to one side. Then, abandoning his previous decorum, he flings himself headlong forward, scattering a few wary candidates from his path before he skids to a sand-spraying stop at the feet of one small girl with copper-tinged brown hair.

Wilf sees the brown hatchling and Ashenna, "good match" he mumbles quietly, as he watches them leave the sands.

Josilina's been keeping a fairly steady, if not remarkable, commentary on the hatchlings, rocking eggs, and so forth. When Ashenna Impresses, she lights up even further, rising to her toes again. "/Ashenna/!" She exclaims excitedly, glancing at R'hin. "She's a great girl. Sirana's - well, I guess step-daughter, sort of? Anyway, she's a good girl. Jorel likes her, I think. - Oh, did that blue stop?"

Bayan grins to Ashenna and her the little brown as the pair heads off, then turns back to the clutch with a mild interest.

Up on the ledges, Kali offers Balinne a shy smile. "Well... we've been busy too." she says softly.

Up on the ledges, Delu sits between the two of them, clearly a bit uncomfortable but not complaining. A smile is passed between the two as they chat, but she herself remains silent.

Vivacious Sunlit Green appears to shortly see something that attracts her attention and abruptly veers in that direction. Ooh, fascinating! The colors of the one of the other eggs looks to have interested the young hatchling far more than the white-robed candidates, and muzzle lowers tentatively close to the unmoving egg. When it gives a little shudder, she lets out a startled warble, tumbling backwards and blinking in sudden bemusement. After a moment, she sneaks forward again towards the egg, but soon tires of that little entertainment when it falls still, and scouts about for more interesting ventures.

Tavrie sidles closer to Bayan and says. "The stakes are plenty high. Too high," she adds. Her attention is shifted back out to the eggs again as Ashenna and the brown go and she lifts her brows. "I knew it! I knew the dark egg would hatch! Look what a lovely green she is," Tavrie tells anyone listening, looking pleased.

Up on the ledges, M'tri looks at Acadia with amused skepticism. "That's not going to work! I'm sure he already knows who he wants." He pauses, glances towards where Fadra was, and then grumps about the fact that she's no longer in plain sight. His attention is firmly planted, instead, on the blue as it skitters to a halt in front of yet another girl. "See?" he says to Acadia.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> I'daur is waiting, P'mar and his green already settled to eat, when Maja brings back another. "Eniolth," he gets the dragon's name, and seems slightly less concerned with the girl's. "Come have a seat over here," he says, gesturing and moving to hand off a bucket of raw chunks of meat in the process. "And feed him. Remember to chew; don't let him choke."

Maja returns from the passageway, muttering, "I hope I remember all of their names."

Up on the ledges, Balinne shrugs, adding a soft, "It happens," as an excuse. "Anything keeping you busy especially? I know mine's mostly wrapped up in Wing duties."

Life's Clock Rosette Egg gives a small shudder, almost indiscernible from the placidity it was displaying so recently. To set any doubts to rest, a much visible quake shakes across the egg, the sand furrowing around its base.

Up on the ledges, Kali shakes her head. "Being a weyrling... though we graduate soon... did you hear about the beautiful weyrs we got?" she asks with a bright smile.

R'hin's slight inhale of breath suggests he notes the young brown's impression roughly the same time as Josilina, eyes glimmering as he follows the pair's progress. "They'll do well. A good name, too. I'd forgotten how fast it all is," the Weyrleader murmurs in an undertone, eyes shifting towards the blue, then the green with a quirk of lips.

Dassah looks over to Shanlee, and grins a little. "Green would suit you." She says, in a lightly teasing voice. Weiht shifted again, onto the balls and toes of her feet. "Why can't we wear something that would at least help a little with the heat?" She growl.

Samialla wavers, a strange heat washing over and *through* her. Her hand slips out from Imariel's, and she reaches to caringly caress the head of the blue before her. The sand-spraying is ignored. Something else has her attention, and it is *him*. "Oh...Okenith. Yes, we'll go feed you." Her smile is brilliant, even as tears start to leak from her eyes. "Okenith."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eniolth leads his weyrling into this area, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on the old guy with a soft snort then moving back to his Weyrling with an approving look.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Ashenna follows Maja in, just a little heavy-footed, with eyes only for the brown padding along beside her. I'daur's instructions get her to, at least, shake herself and she nods, sitting where she's told. "I didn't expect it to be quite like thi--he's the weyrlingmaster," she answers Eniolth. "Here. Here, you're hungry..." She offers up a slab of meat.

Shanlee laughs at the little green's antics, then her attention settles on Samialla "Oh Sami, I'm so thrilled for you - he's beautiful"

Up on the ledges, Acadia grumbles a bit, but it's more for form than out of real rancor. "It's not over yet. Another blue could hatch and have the good taste to choose Bayan." She looks at the chosen girl and says, "At least he picked a nice-looking girl to Impress to. He's got some taste....and a nice name." The last is tacked on hastily after the Impress announces it.

Up on the ledges, Balinne squints towards the sands, hmming. "Blue's Impressed. And that green looks rather amused..." and then she smiles back at Kali. "Ah... no. I only heard that you had them." A flicker of a glance towards Delu, a shrug, and she asks, "Are you comfortable?" to Kali. "I remember the first sevenday or so in my new weyr was so... lonely. It was the first time I'd had a space of my own, without roommates."

Steorra looks as Samialla and the little blue impress, she smiles happily and turns to watch them both "Oh congratualtions! he is wonderful" and with that she turns back to watch the little green and the rest of the eggs "I didn't realise it would go so fast" she mutters to herself, eyes still sparkling.

Charis grins when the blue finally makes his decision. "Oh 'e's wonderful Sami. Congrats to ya!" She turns to look at Eleria, "Look she got 'im. He's grand. I liked 'im." she rambles a bit, her voice still a little nervous.

Tavrie grins and points out needlessly to Bayan and Wilf. "Look, the blue chose Sami! He'll be the fastest thing in the air, Samialla! Congratulations!" she calls out, whether it'll be heard or not.

Bayan snickers at Tavrie, "Like that's ever stopped one like you and m-" he stops when Samialla announces her Impression to the blue, adding "This seems to be going pretty quickly," instead of finishing his last statement.

Giving a last shake, Life Clock's Rosette Egg slowly keels over on its side, a visible crack splitting the shell cleanly in half. Staying still for but a few moments, the top half of the overturned shell pops off, being replaced with the small head of an icy blue. Looking slightly disoriented from the tumble, the blue remains seated in the bowl of the shell, slowly surveying the events around him.

Eternal Witness Blue Small in stature, minute in size, and fragile in wing, this hatchling possesses a build of proportion, but in miniature. Offsetting his diminutive appearance, a hide of brilliant abyssal, mottled with dapples of slate. Further along his slender flanks, the tone takes on a crystalline form, blending and shifting with the shadows cast by the contours of back and limb. Along behind his back, his long tail is frosted with a dusty azure, highlighted with a trailing spattering of dusky ash. Headknobs of an icy indigo perch atop a narrow muzzle, covering a pair of eyes that display a deep wisdom, expressive in their intelligence. This hatchling holds an inquisitive air, features often arranging themselves in one of wonder at the many surprises of the world.

Imariel grins widely. "Oh, Sami!" she exclaims, pleased for her friend. "That's so wonderful!" She knows the girl doesn't really hear her, but that's all right.

Arrow to Salvation Egg quivers, the slightest shake setting the golden clouds along its surface into movement that catches glow lights before stopping again but not before thin striations visibly appear along the point of the bronze dusted arrow.

Wilf is stepping this way and that, avoiding hatchlings and trying to keep his feet from burning off, he grins Samialla's way as the little green stops in front of her, and she reaches up to caress the hatchling.

Up on the ledges, Kali smiles at Balinne. "Very... I... I don't so much do crowds..." though she seems to be doing ok today. "I have a skylight in it and everything..." she says with enthusiasm.

Up on the ledges, Persie finally shrugs, turning back to her lifemate just as the green let's out a somewhat ridiculing snort. "And I thought fools and money were easily parted," she quips at her dragon, readily painting herself as a fool. She decides to forget M'tri and instead flop into a seat not far from Fadra, mark still on display in her fingers. "Interested in a bet, perhaps?" At this point, the girl's gamey smile is just tettering on hope.

Kasiese doesn't forget to note the proximity of sand-spraying, but even so, it seems to be accepted with Samialla's words, and with the fact that she's just become smitten. "Sami, he's so lovely. Congratulations."

Up on the ledges, Acadia can't help it. She has to smirk just a little bit at M'tri. "See? There's another blue. I've still got a chance to make money off you."

Vivacious Sunlit Green traipses along with winds held aloft, skidding to an abrupt halt. With a tilt of her head, she gives a little crooning-trill that seems half surprise, half query. It seems she's found someone of particular interest, for she barrels closer, almost knocking over the petite white-robed girl in the process.

Up on the ledges, "A skylight?" Balinne asks, somewhat amused. "Are you in a weyr near the top? And... what happens when it rains?" A pause, and a grin, "Of course, it /is/ Igen."

Felix has so much to watch, good gracious. She's positioned herself nearly entirely behind another female candidate by this point, just her shoulder and her head peeking out. Samialla's Impression gets another cheery congratulations, but the giddiness is so manic it's clearly devised from stress alone.

Eleria laughs softly and nods, then calls over a "congratulations" to Samialla. "He's perfect and I'm sure they'll make fine lifemates Charis," is added as her gaze slips off the newly impressed pair to sweep over the other candidates and the remaining clutch.

Up on the ledges, Delu grins a bit. "She's like me, Bali. Doesn't usually spend a lot of time with others, cept those she knows and is close to." She glances out. "You know any of them, Bali?" She points at Bayan, "That's Ayana's brother, and who Kali is worked up about."

Up on the ledges, M'tri beams widely towards Acadia. "So you do...doesn't mean you -will- though." He raises his eyebrow tauntingly, glancing towards his son before looking at the newest blue. "Oh, but isn't he -small-."

Up on the ledges, Kali nods. "Aye a skylight. And it's rigged to open and close... it's really amazing. Apparently there was an inventor or something there before me..." she turns to Delu. "And my sister... whoever she is..." she stares down at the sands again.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> I'daur leans back to watch while Ashenna starts feeding Eniolth, watching them and his other charge mildly. "Ashenna," he finally puts a name to the girl, aloud. "Ashenna and Eniolth, P'mar and Raneth. Thank Faranth there's only eleven of 'em now."

Shanlee drops to her knees, releasing her friend's hands and can't help but laugh softly "Yes it is Kaylith" absolute joy vibrates off her as she realises this funny little green is meant for her. Raising her voice "She says her name is Kaylith" a big silly grin on her face.

Up on the ledges, Balinne shakes her head. "Only one I know is R'hin, but I doubt he counts." She doesn't seem particularily /happy/ about knowing him, either. "And I've only seen Bayan in passing, many Turns ago." She beams, though, and bobs her head at the Sands. "Don't have to know anyone for it to be exciting though!"

Mottled Obsidian Shadow Egg shivers, the movement tiny, almost imperceptible. But - there, there it is again. And again. With steady build-up, the dark egg continues to quiver, thin fractures starting across the shell, barely noticeable but for the fact that they tend to follow along the thin, white lines that mottle the shell.

Up on the ledges, Kerilinth bugles in delight as her rider below smiles. "Yes, Kerilinth - 100."

Dassah can't help but laugh as, moments after her comment, Shanlee and the little green are indeed paired off. "Oh, yay, Shanlee! Told you you would! Kaylith? Wondeful, I will remember that. congrats!" She grins at the pair next to her with glee.

M'wen notices the blue impressing the candidate and stands more to his feet, walking over towards the pair. Calling out, "Congratulations to Samialla and Okenith!" and in a quieter tone, he mentions "Follow me please." leading the pair away.

Tavrie laughs nervously and grins. "I knew she'd be perfect for a lovely green," the woman notes, looking thoroughly pleased to see Shanlee and the green. "Congratulations," she offers, still fidgeting.

Charis blinks and sighs when her friend impresses the green. "Great for ya Shanlee. She's so pretty. A perfect match." She squeezes her friends hands again and moves a bit to the side now, looking over the rest of the eggs yet to hatch and the group growing slowly smaller

Steorra watches as the little blue appears from the shards of his egg "Oh look... he's a small one..." she says, pausing as she has now begun to hop slightly from foot to foot, she turns as the little green stops near her and a strange look of sadness and joy spreads across her face as Shanlee impresses "Oh Shan Congratulations, she's wonderful... Kaylith? what a lovely name" she knows her comments will fall on deaf ears but she is still happy.

The point of the dusty arrow begins to disintegrate into the egg, the pieces raining inward on the hatchling within. As the shell caves in, a sharp wing tip breaks through one side, followed by her other wing through the opposite side, until two flares of cracks spiderweb quickly and deeply along the gold-swirled surface. It's only a matter of time before the shell of the Arrow to Salvation egg breaks apart in large pieces, scattering at the feet of the rosy golden dragonet left behind, complete with a topsy turvy shell cap perched precariously on her head.

Dawn of Paradise Gold Aurora rose and gold interweave and overlap across this slender dragon's hide in doubled-over folds of sisal, from ivory talons, up along the rise to where the sun crests pale yellow along her back. Dress-like, the loose lines swirl, delineating each youthful, untried muscle with shadowed goldenrod darkening her torso. Deep rose dust shimmers along her dainty paws and limbs, rising in a lighter dappled pattern along her statuesque neck to the top of her sunlit head. Large eyes, with an innocence inherited from her dam, are capped by shadowing ocher ridges lining distinctly past the actual eye-ridge, to sweep and fade in two spirals along the back of her head. Low and wide, her neck-ridges trail down her spine to meet the finely-crafted extension of her shoulders and spars where, when unfurled, the heavy drapes of her wings reveal the same gradient as her hide: from sweetened yellow to rose-imbued shadows that play along the bottom fringe of expansive sails. From her delicate wedged head to the regal tail gliding effortlessly behind her like a train, she is made of feminine curves and keen intelligence flashing in rainbow glass eyes.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eniolth gives an unimpressed snort at her answer to his query but takes a piece of the offered meat. Opening his mouth, it just drops out with a splat on the floor. Cocking his head to the side, he gives the offending piece a kick to the side.

Felix gapes. Shanlee? /Shanlee/? Now /this/ makes her glee. "Yay Shan!" Goodness! And so close! Watch her twitch and cover her eyes with her hand. Her fingers seperate; she's peeking.

Wilf turns his head to Bayan for a second, then turns back as the little green, stops at Shanlee, he gives her a big cheesy grin, "congratulations Shan" he calls over affectionately.

Kasiese claps her hands together, clasping them under her chin - "Shanlee! Oh wow! Congratulations! I knew it! I knew it!"

Maja is finding it hard to keep up, and has begun watching the hatching nearly in a stance better suited for a sprint runner. "Shanlee," she echos the candidates' cheers around her, "Shanlee and Kaylith, follow me please. And congratulations."

Up on the ledges, Kali gasps. "A gold..." she murmurs.

"Congratulations, Shanlee!" Imariel calls, grinning widely. "You did it! She's beautiful!"

Samialla is still rather awestruck, blinking as though disturbed by M'wen. "Yes," she murmurs, unwilling to break physical contact with Okenith, but having to do so to follow the brown rider.

Up on the ledges, Balinne sucks in her breath, and even Zelieth pauses to revear the new gold. "A gold! Rather rare indeed, for an interval," she says softly, mostly to herself. "Cute little thing, from what I can see."

Up on the ledges, "Oh...such a small clutch -- didn't expect that." Fadra's remark is quiet. She's leaned forward from where she's seated, saying, "Look at her...that is gold, aye? I'm nay just seeing stuff?"

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Okenith moves up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Okenith has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Samialla strides up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Samialla has arrived.

Up on the ledges, Acadia oooohs under her breath. "A gold! Been a while since I saw one of those hatched. And she's a pretty one too."

Eleria gives Charis's hand another squeeze, "I couldn't agree more." She smiles Shan's way and calls out her usual cheerfilled, "congratulations!" before turning her attention to the newly hatched blue and the breathtaking gold dragonets.

Bayan blinks when Shanlee Impresses to the little green before he sends a grin her way. "Too quickly indeed," he drawls smoothly as he watches another pair walks off. Sedor is near him now, giving the boys near looks before he shifts his feet absently. Noting Wilf's glance, he shakes his head in amusement and shifts his weight on his feet again.

Eternal Witness Blue continues to remain in his shell, seeming to enjoy surveying the lines of candidates from afar just fine. Looking at the other eggs, he slowly stands to his feet, beginning a leisurly journey towards the candidates, noticably scanning each one.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Ashenna blinks at the fallen meat and the path it takes across the floor. "You have to *chew* it for it to stay in your mouth. Hold it with your teeth. Like this," she says and very nearly demonstrates on another slab. Fortunately, she only mimes gnawing on the meat. "Try it again."

Dassah's eyes go to the gold as her egg disintegrates around her, and she smiles more. "Pretty." Her eyes go back to the blue with a grin, "Choosey, isn't he?"

Shanlee smiles as Kaylith burbles along happily "Yes love, they're eggs, that's what you were before....well before you arrived" and follows Maja off the Sands, ensuring that Kaylith is traipsing along

Felix isn't looking, isn't looking, isn't looking. Okay maybe she's looking a little. The candidates she's hiding behind - it's a small cluster of them now, Dassah included - are acting as a shield from reality.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee walks up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee has arrived.

R'hin's attention is on the Impressees, clapping his hands delightedly at the two newest impressions, lips curving upwards. So he misses the hatching of the gold at first, only the change in Leiventh's hum drawing his attention over with a little exhale. "Ah," he breathes, reaching out for Josilina's arm in sudden excitement.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Kaylith moves up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Kaylith has arrived.

Imariel looks out over the hatching eggs, and there's no mistaking the gold. "Ah, she's beautiful," the girl breathes, and there's awe written on her face.

"So fast," Josilina says, either agreeing with R'hin, or re-stating the fact, considering the time that's elapsed while she's been caught up in Impressions and cracking eggs. "Gosh, that blue's awfully cute, isn't he? Gooey, but cute." She takes a quick breath in at the gold's hatching, and flashes a grin to R'hin as he catches her arm. "Look at that!"

Tavrie looks rather teary now, seeming overwhelmed by the emotion and sentiment of being on the sands coupled with the fear and anxiety. Her eyes shift and widen again as the young gold makes her appearance and she gawks, unabasshed. "Oooh," is all she can manage. She studies her for a moment with appreciation and then looks back to see what the dear little blue is doing.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Kaylith lifts her gaze to view Maja as the rider begins speaking to -her- rider, blinking briefly. She's all too happy to be lead away, pacing Shanlee with encouraging little nudges along the way that probably do more to hinder than help the newest greenrider's movements.

Mottled Obsidian Egg continues to shudder with increasing intensity, cracks widening to show flashes of the dark hide of the dragonet within. A last, forceful rock sends it toppling over, black shell crumbling to reveal a triumphant looking bronze.

Tarnished Temperamental Bronze Burnished veining spreads across tarnished wingsails, turning them lighter and brighter than the weathered bronzen hide stretching across the rest of this hatchling's solid frame. Well muscled, but without the added bulk which would make him truly muscle bound, he retains much of the maneuverability that escapes many dragons of his size. Even in the midst of hatchling awkwardness, he moves with the fluid power and predatory grace of a developing hunter's stalk. An overabundance of confidence manifested in the edgy quality he possesses whether still, or moving with the explosive energy that matches his apparent temper. His chiseled features give him a strong face that is none the less expressive, perhaps helped by the indented places along his muzzle, eye ridges and head knobs that are more polished in hue, adding a certain depth to his image. A mantle of darkness spreads from streaks of mahogany, reaching down from the neck ridges that line the upper curve of his neck to stain his shoulders, with a dorsal strip darkening also the length of his spine to the restless tip of his whip thin tail. Close inspection showing scattered glints of brightness across the remainder of his irrevocably muddied hide.

Dawn of Paradise Gold looks, for a moment, quite perplexed and just a touch comical with the funny slant of the curved piece of egg persistently clinging to the top of her head. Lucky for her, it fails to obscure her vision, but does teeter with each sway of contemplation that causes her to circle about in one place to study this new, bright, and ever so beautiful world. A wing unfurls slowly, lifts, is studied, and then dropped, and is soon followed by the other and finally, the new-hatched queen seems to have found her bearings: the white-robed candidates and the larger dragons just beyond reflecting in her red-swirled gaze and from deep in her young throat a melodic, but ever so tiny, croon extends sweetly.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Okenith happily trots along with Samialla, nudging on ahead if she doesn't move fast enough. He's eager to get fed, after all, though when he gets to the ledges, he stops, glancing back to his new rider for guidance.

Up on the ledges, Inneth watches all the baby dragons on the sands, crooning encouragement to them. Only someone who knows her well might detect a bit of extra attention toward the blue dragonet.

Charis watches the gold with rapt attention and breaths out, "She's beautiful." She blinks her eyes at the gorgeous little gold. She chuckles softly, "So very sweet."

Steorra watches her eyes darting from the newly hatched Gold and Bronze "Wow." Is all she can muster as she looks over the pair, eyes sparkling, before her attentions return to the little blue.

Up on the ledges, Kali gasps. "And a bronze too..." she murmurs. Her eyes dart about, she's not sure where to look next.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eniolth has only to see something once to get the most basic of things so he follows suit. Realizing just how good it is, he starts to get into the whole chewing and swallowing process. Even as he partakes in his first feast, his eyes rove from person to dragon in the area.

Kasiese's attention is on Shanlee when the gold hatches, and she only seems to see a flicker of her movement off to the side, rather than notice it directly until Shanlee and Kaylith are gone. Of said gold, the young healer will answer Dassah's comment -- "Very pretty." Then the bronze. "And again, with the pretty. They're so -small- in comparison though." To what? Kasi waves vaguely in the direction of Leivanth and Lhiannonth.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "Okenith and Kaylith," I'daur greets the two as they arrive, led by his assistants to the ledges. "Come in--here." A bucket in each hand, both brimming with raw meat is offered to the two girls, Samialla and Shanlee. "Have a seat and get to feeding them. What were your names again? Don't feed them too fast, or they'll choke up.

Maja returns from the passageway only to be taken aback by the hatching of the gold (and the excitement). She chances a look towards the galleries, and then back to the gold, noting the attention focused on it. She gasps, then, at the hatching of the bronze. "Oh," she reacts.

Wilf sees the gold hatch and quickly looks around wondering who will be the lucky one, turns to Bayan, "this is happening far to quickly I'm struggling to keep up." just then a bronze appears.

Up on the ledges, Balinne nods mutely, squinting towards the sands. "Remarkable, in this small of a clutch," she notes. With a snort, she adds, "R'hin must be proud."

Flashy Thing Egg gives off a little twitch, startling some of the candidates standing nearer to it. A loud crack rends the side of the egg, and shards begin to fall off as the dark green occupant becomes visible. Shaking herself off, the hatchling creels hungrily, peering this way and that as if unsure what to do next. Rumbling encouragement from her dam, however, has her moving uncertainly towards the semi-circle of candidates. One of the oldest boys in the candidate group, Denarian, is looking particularly anxiously at the newly hatched green. The High Reaches Hold boy stands his ground as the green shambles towards him, and the anxiousness is soon replaced by incredulous wonder as he bends to touch the green's hide. "Me? You chose me, Lonreth?" D'rian's eyes are shining as he paces his new lifemate, following the directions towards the waiting tubs of food.

Bayan watches the gold, noting Tavrie's expression before he wordlessly offers her his hand. When the bronze hatches as well, he gets another look, "I suppose that's how these things are," he absently answers Wilf, eyes staying on the hatchlings.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee giggles as Kaylith pushes from behind, coming to a stop finally on the Ledges Shan turns and folds her arms around the little green's neck hugging her to herself. Standing slowly, Shan turns to the Weyrlingmaster "Shanlee Sir, and...." she takes a seat and reaches for a bucket "thank you." She smiles affectionately at Kaylith "Yes an egg, but now a beautiful dragon" and offers a lump of meat to her.

Up on the ledges, Kali smirks. "R'hin's head is probably swelling with every egg that hatches." she says darkly.

Tavrie cants her head and her mouth makes an 'o' of appreciation as a bronze joins his brother and sister on the sands. "There, I bet he'll be coming for you," she tells Bayan with a grin. Tavrie frantically looks around for someone, then tips her head up to scan the watching dragons. "Maxeoth...where are you?" she wonders aloud, looking in need of support.

Eleria nods towards the gold, "she is very sweet and isn't he gorgeous?" This last asked as she turns that nod towards the bronze dragon and shifts her feet slightly, probably, at last feeling the heat of the sands.

Eternal Witness Blue stops but a few paces from the assembled, actually sitting back on his haunches to look over those before him. Turning his gaze on each one in turn, he pauses on a few, a small tilt of his head given as he regards them deeply. Not seeming to find anything directly, he stands to his feet yet again, slowly wandering along the line of candidates, being quite the choosy one.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Samialla giggles at the nudging, moving along at a quick trot. She can feel her dragon's hunger too, and looks eagerly at I'daur as the Weyrlingmaster hands out buckets. The girl moves forward to take one, then looks down at Okenith. "Okay then Okenith. You mustn't eat too fast though, okay?" Looking up at I'daur's question, she offers her name without hesitation. "Samialla, sir." Hearing Shanlee's voice and name has her beaming in her friend's direction, before she gets to guiding Okenith to a seat, where she sits down.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Ashenna says "Mind your tongue," Ashenna warns Eniolth fondly, even as she readies another chunk of meat. Her attention shifts to the arrival of the new pairs and she beams. "Shanlee! Samialla! Come sit by us!""

Dassah shakes her head as the bronze emerges, grinning. "Ahh, it's so hard to guess who they will go to, but I think Bayan would be... Ironic, really." She takes a stp over, letting her hand seperate from Charis' as she claims some of the space left by Shanlee's passing. "It's all so... Fast."

Tarnished Temperamental Bronze sits a moment, head held high, clearly gloating in his triumph over the shell. As he finally clamors awkwardly to his feet, he make a point to step firmly on one shell shard, tail lashing as it crunches underfoot. He bugles and, apparently enjoying the sound, bugles again, tilting his head to listen to the echo. When he doesn't get moving, however, Lhiannonth dips her head down to give him a nudge. He snorts at his mother's interference, but begins to eye the candidates speculatively.

"Oh, they're all gorgeous," Imariel exclaims to the other candidates near her. "So very beautiful and sweet."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Kaylith turns whirling eyes on I'daur, viewing the Weyrlingmaster with wide-eyed wonder. But of course, her attention doesn't last for long - it's drawn by the buckets held by the bronzerider, and she begins pushing forward, muzzle seeking out the source of that very delicious smell, straining towards it before Shanlee's touch soothes her into rumbling warmth. Eagerly, she opens her maw, all but snapping at the meat offered, gulping it down in one shot.

Girls' Night Out Egg is rocked by a sudden and intense jolt that tilts it to the side. There is very little movement before yet another jolt.

Bayan seems to recant his hand from Tavrie at her comment, his lips thinning as he looks away. "And here I was about to offer you my hand in help," he quips wryly to her, shaking his head. He looks to the stands again briefly before shifting his feet.

Dawn of Paradise Gold follows after the direction where her croon was sent, plump little paws sinking into the heat of the sands as she frolics over. Sand is cast this way and that with her purposeless gait, causing a little cloud to follow in the wake of her movements, and while her limbs and body seem to move in a rhythm-less dance, her neck strains high, as if to reach the sky. Or perhaps it's to crane upward in order to both spy out candidate faces *and* dislodge the shell that continues to wobble on her head. Despite all this movement, settled in the red-rimmed blue of her innocent eyes is discernment as she watches each candidate raptly before moving to the next down the line.

Felix fidgets and shifts and clenches her robe in one tight fist. She still refuses to look. And hiding? Yes, please.

Tavrie seems to appreciate the offered hand of Bayan, accepting it without fuss. "I'm not strong enough," she breathes quietly in his direction before returning to lip nibbling.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> I'daur nods once, lips pursing. "Shanlee," he repeats. "And Kaylith. Samialla and Okenith. All right. How's it coming, Ashenna? P'mar?" Looks to those weyrlings who impressed first, as he checks up on their progress, shuffling forward to look over them. P'mar is quick to answer positively, removing I'daur's attention from him for the moment as he looks over the trio of girls.

Up on the ledges, Balinne snorts, and pokes Zelieth's hide. "Hush you. You were just as goofey looking."

Wilf notes the little exchange between Tavrie and Bayan and has to chuckle a little. He is watching and waiting with growing excitement as the hatchlings are deciding on their life partners.

Kasiese must think it's harder to hide than Felix -- that whole if you can't see them they can't see you simply doesn't hold true. So instead of looking away, which seems to be a horrid idea with dragons as fast as these, the healer clings to the hands she has and tries to keep tabs on the dragons shelled and searching.

Eternal Witness Blue turns his head this way and that, surveying the lines of candidates with unhurried urgency. Finally seeming to find his match, Eternal Witness Blue wanders up to a blue-eyed brunette and looks deep into her eyes.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eniolth gives I'daur a dismissive glance at his approach resuming his feasting after a long silent conversation with his lifemate. Suddenly, he lifts his blood stained maw from the proffered meat and shifts. He shifts again, twisting his head. His eyes start to whirl a bit redder in irritation.

Bayan gives his hand over to Tavrie then, "You're plenty strong," he drawls in a tone of dismissal. "You haven't fainted yet, for starters. If you are planning to, I think Leeden's about to beat you," and he nods over at the mousy-looking boy, fidgetting in his robe.

Overwhelming Odds Egg is buried deep enough within the sand that at first it's difficult to tell that the egg moving at all. Only the shifting of sand immediately around it bespeaks to the shuddering that races through it.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee grins up at Ashenna and Samialla "Congratualtions you two.." she nods at the brown and blue "and to your lifemates" As Kaylith's jaw snaps shut, Shan quickly pulls her hand back "Kaylith! Slowly, you nearly ate my hand too" she scolds gently, why was she SO hungry, her own stomach rumbled. "Here you go love" and Shan holds out another chunk, a chuckle escapes her throat as she peers up at I'daur and she drops her voice "Yes, he is isn't he?" then quickly raises her voice "Fine, I think?" and hands over another chunk.

Dassah looks over at Tavrie as her quiet comment reaches her, with a soft frown. "You're as strong as any of us, Tavrie." She nods in agreement with Bayan's words. "What he said." She looks back as the blue chooses one of her companions, and smiles for the new pairing.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Ashenna tilts her head, as if considering something. "I guess it would be." She sticks her tongue out, eyes crossed trying to see it, and gives up. "Right. Forget I said that." Another startle and her gaze shifts to I'daur. "We're doing fine, thank you, si--r." Distracted again. "Where does it itch?"

She must have been thinking for quite some time between traipsing here and there, the makeshift egg hat tipping back and forth with her thoughtful tilts, for when she makes her decision it becomes very clear who the Dawn of Paradise Gold's choice is. Her path is direct, elegant and languid, until auroral rose haunches sink into the heat of the sands, while her sunlit neck slides forward to gently whuff against the low shoulder of a diminutive, cinnamon-freckled woman to claim her ownership. In the mean time, the hat of egg shell tips completely and falls to the ground at the new rider's feet.

Steorra blinks once, then twice as if trying to make sense of what is happening. Slowly she reaches out a hand to brush it gently along the little blues snout a tear rolling down her cheek "Oh yes we are Carulith... His name is Carulith" she calls happily but doesn't take her eyes from him "yes let's find you some food."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Okenith sits straight in front of Samialla, eyes for her only--well, for her and that bucket of meat, which he proceeds to try to stuff his nose in in his eagerness to abate the hunger raging over him.

Up on the ledges, M'tri gives a look of wide-eyed innocence towards Acadia. "Tough," he says in banter as the blue Impresses and takes yet another female from the pool of Candidates. Suddenly, the gold is settling, however, and M'tri leans nearly over the ledge to see the face of the person she's chosen.

Tarnished Temperamental Bronze has been pacing the sands, keeping a good amount of distance between himself and the candidates. Every so often he'll approach one or another, feigning abruptly forward when he gets closer, before drawing back as they hurry to get out of his way. He does this two or three times until, apparently bored, he marches out farther away again, throwing looks over his shoulder, and eventually starting back towards the candidates.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee looks fondly at Kaylith, "It's alright love, just be careful, is all" she listens carefully and nods "I am too" and peers into the bucket, as she hands Kaylith another chunk "Don't think I can eat this though"

Up on the ledges, Verenth peers long and hard to see the gold Impression. As the bond is made, his tail whips back and forth excitedly...and then he calms down again.

Up on the ledges, Kali peers down at the candidates and spots the gold impress. She says "Oh..." very softly.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Kaylith looks momentarily contrite, but that doesn't stop her reaching for the next offered gob of meat with nearly as much enthusiasm - she's -hungry-. Her chubby tail swings back and forth behind her with a hint of impatience, oblivious to anything else right now except her lifemate and the food that's awaiting her.

Up on the ledges, Delu smiles as the gold chooses. "They look like they will make a good pair."

M'wen walks over towards the newly impressed pair, having just re-arrived from the last pairing. Giving the girl a cheerful smile, he murmurs, "Come on now Steorra, lets get him some food." Then calls out to the sands, "Congratulations to Steorra and Carulith."

Felix, still hiding! She isn't yelling out congratulations anymore, no, she's much too involved in, well, being inconspicuous. Out on the sands. In white. In front of lots of people. Good luck with all of that.

In forced, timed and violent seizes, Girls' Night Out Egg slowly cracks-- until the force of one seize tosses Can't Take The Sky Blue out and a few feet away from his egg. Whah! He turns his head around towards the candidates and then the crowd, suddenly throwing his face into the sand in embarrassment. He didn't do that.

Can't Take the Sky Blue Sky blue tones cloak this young dragon's lithe body. His jaw and muzzle are square, his neck long, and his body long and lean. Small eyeridges and headknobs make his eyes look larger, their reflections of his emotions left unshadowed and easy to perceive. His wings wide and powerful, though he tends to keep them tucked back, hiding their true span. His coloring fades and deepens between shades of sky and darker azul along his body, legs, and wings with no apparent pattern, the overall effect reminding one of the shapelessness and randomness of clouds on a blue sky.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Samialla looks about to giggleagain, this time at Okenith's stance, but then the blue's trying to plunge his head into the bucket and she gasps. "No, not so fast!" She gets her hands on his snout to ush him away as gently as she can, then removes one hand to grab some chunks of meat. "Here, eat these. Little bits at a time, okay?" She takes on an almost motherly tone, holding her hand palm out to offer the meat to Okenith.

Wilf is very excited for the girl that the blue hatchling has chosen, Steorra, and waves as she leaves.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> That look, those whispered words--I'daur knows when he's being talked about, and that, of all things, brings a small smirk to his lips. He nods to Shanlee and Kaylith once, then glances to Ashenna. "Good to hear. Let me grab you some oil--" those buckets are nearby, too; a couple of steps there and back, and I'daur sets the bucket and a paddle for applying it down by the brown weyrling. "Have at. Make sure you get all of him," he tells her, taking a step back to observe.

Up on the ledges, Balinne cants her head to one side, mimicing Zelieth. "Well, it was a wonder to see a new gold. Haven't had one since... Nalaieth? I think."

Up on the ledges, Acadia waits before responding to M'tri, in order to see who the gold chooses. Her patience is rewarded with the hatching of another blue dragon. She smiles widely at him and even bats her eyelashes for second. "You were saying?"

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Kaylith cants a brief look towards the Weyrlingmaster as he approaches, staring up and up at the man with very wide, whirling eyes. You can just -tell- she's impressed by him. The draw of meat soon distracts her once more, however, and she's nudging Shanlee with her shoulder, as if to remind the girl she's here. Not that it'd be easy to ignore her.

Tavrie turns back from Bayan and looks nearly into the face of the lovely golden dragon. The eggshell falls at her feet and shatters, shaking her back to her senses from whatever dreamy land she must have been in and tears stream down her face. "Nabrimeth? You'd choose me? Oh, Nabrimeth," she all but wails, reaching forward with small hands, daring to touch the golden cheeks.

Bayan grins when another Impression is made, almost missing it as he looks down and smooths his robe. He grins and watches Steorra with the little blue, then onto the little gold, and pauses at Tavrie. With a low chuckle, "Well well," is all he says to her, tipping his head to her before he steps away from the pair.

Dassah grins brightly as the gold proves their point better than their words ever can, and she offers Tavrie an amused grin. She looks back to the other hatchlings again, quiet as she watches them seek out their weyrmates.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee pulls a face "I prefer mine cooked thanks, but you go ahead" and tips out two large chunks for the little green. She looks up at the weyrlingmaster and drops her eyes at his smirk, Shards, did he know she and Kaylith had been talking about him. "Here you go, want some more?" she asks Kaylith, and smiles as her shoulder gets nudged.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Okenith rumbles unhappily, almost sulky, but he does pull his muzzle back, withdrawing to study the meat and then Samialla. When she offers him food the proper way, he snaps it up and moves to swallow at once, too quickly: it results in a coughing hack, and the prompt spitting-up of the meat again, toward Samialla's lap, as he dislodges it again.

"Tavrie!" Imariel exclaims with a wide smile for her fellow candidate. "Oh, that's wonderful!" she calls, and her eyes are dancing with merriment for the other girl. One by one, Imariel congratulates her fellow candidates, apparently not upset at all that none of the hatchlings have turned toward her.

Charis watches the gold impression take place, smiling for Tavrie and Nabrimeth. She glances at the rest of the group around her, shifting from one foot to the other, the hot sands finally starting to really get to her.

Maja turns around briefly to check the whereabouts of M'wen, and ascertaining that he is occupied, takes it upon herself to approach the gold dragonet and weyrling. "Congratulations Nabrimeth and--" she pauses, "Tavrie! Congratulations!" And with all of the emotion of a brick wall, she interrupts the pair. "Follow me, please."

Charis does call out to Tavrie, "Congrats Tavrie."

Felix peeks out from behind Dassah, her voice soft when she asks, "Is it over?" Nope! More keep coming! And back into hiding for her.

Eleria watches happily as impressions are made, life partners gained in an instant of mutual recognition. "Oh, congratulations Steorra, Tavrie!" is said in Leri's cheerful tones, though perhaps there's just a hint of sadness for whatever reason, or a few reasons.

Wilf stepa aside to allow Bayan to move away from the Pair, he grins over at Tavrie, "Congratulations Tavrie" is all he can manages to get out.

Nabrimeth doesn't notice her freedom from the wretched little cap, nor its demise when it shatters to the ground, and instead trills another of her sweet croons. While her decision was gentle, an insistent head butt finds home in the outreach of Tavrie's hand.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Ashenna murmurs a thanks to I'daur and sets the meat pail aside, for the time being. Eniolth may be newly hatched, but he's still bigger than she is, so she stands to take up oil and paddle, slopping it along his back. "There, right? That's it..." She scratches him a little bit with the edge of the paddle, too.

Hunger and prolonged search have made Tarnished Temperamental Bronze irritable. His eyes whirl red and his talons flex in the sand, though they find no purchase there, sinking into the soft grains. He stalks closer to the line of candidates, tail lashing and stirring up grit as he dismisses one after another with little consideration until - there. He stops abruptly and stalks towards a black-haired young man, headbutting him forcefully. You. Now.

Another shudder races through the Overwhelming Odds Egg, creating a series of cracks down the middle. A pause follows, and it seems like the occupant might take some further time, before the ovoid splits neatly apart, leaving a damp, imperious looking wiry brown in the midst of the shells.

Stately Burnished Brown Rippling crests of burnished brown cascade down the shoulders and back of this wiry hatchling. Angular frame and pointed snout give this brown the appearance of being constructed. The shimmering gloss of the hide is contrasted evenly with an ebony stripe starting from his stomach and concluding at the nape of his neck. Bursting out from this streak of darkness, a halo of incandescent light splashes over onto his forelimbs and fading into the shadows of his underbelly. Holding an imperious air, this self-assured hatchling's movements are deliberate, no stamina wasted on purposeless action. Perhaps his most unique attribute is a pair of multi-faceted eyes, holding an almost unnatural corona of reddish light, seeming to bore into the deepest recesses of the essence.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eniolth isn't as impressed with the Weyrlingmaster as his clutchsib is but that is his nature. He fights the man, you know. However, his lifemate has drawn his attention from the others by the delightful ministrations with the oil. He rumbles in satisfaction. This is life.

Kasiese grins widely towards Tavrie. "Amazing. She's gorgeous, Tavrie!" But now there's a decent hole, and Kasiese shifts her way closer to Felix, tapping the other woman on the shoulder gently. "You look worse off than me, honestly." Kasi has always been such a charmer with words.

Tavrie rubs the butting head gently and turns, still in a daze to nod at Maja. Looking between the little gold and Maja, she follows her off the sands, tears still dripping down her cheeks.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Nabrimeth moves up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Nabrimeth has arrived.

"Did she--" R'hin's speculation is ended as he goes up onto tiptoes, eyes lighting on the gold and who she's chosen. "Ah. Interesting choice, indeed," the Weyrleader murmurs, with a quirk of lips. Leiventh's humming continues as he presides over the remaining eggs, rumbling deep in his throat.

Steorra follows the little blue and M'wen off the sands, tears beginning to stream down her face.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Carulith moves up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Carulith has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Steorra strolls up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Steorra has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavrie strides up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavrie has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Samialla jumps as Okenith coughs up the meat, which lands with a dull squelch in her lap. A brief look of disgust contorts her face, but then it's replaced by a look of intense concern. "Oh, Okenith...you need to chew! Chew it!" She's not angry, just worried, and scoops the meat up from her lap to offer it again. "Chew it, okay?"

Felix twitches, startled. Tapping? Oh, good, it's Kasiese. "Huh?" is all the little candidate can manage. Oh, yes. She tries out a shaky smile. "Yeah, could be. I just... it's hot, and they're fast. And everyone's gettin' taken." And she's so small and it's such a big wide world. "Don't go away?" Please? Cling!

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Carulith butts his head against Steorra's hand, looking wistfully towards the buckets of meat.

Stately Burnished Brown cants his head towards Lhiannonth and Leiventh, forced to look up, and up, and -up-. Despite the serious advantage of height they have over him, their size is not in the least bit intimidating nor, it seems, are the candidates that gather around. In fact, he seems firmly dismissive of them for the moment, sitting in the remnants of his shards, sharp gaze affixed on his fellow hatchling with a markedly aloof air. After watching for a short time, he finally rises, movements deliberate as he begins stalking away across the sands.

Josilina is all about the tiptoes, and the neck-craning, "Shells, they're all Impressing at once!" She exclaims. "Who is that, with the gold? She seems familiar, but - oh, another brown! Oh," she crinkles her nose, "from that weird colored egg, too."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Oh, great, says I'daur's expression. A pair of criers. He pastes on a grim smile for Tavrie and Steorra, nodding to both as they come in. Again, he greets them by dragon's names: "Carulith and Nabrimeth." And again, he's a pail in each hand to offer the girls, motioning them to free spaces on the ledges, which are beginning to crowd. "Find yourself seats and feed them--not too quickly," are his usual instructions, before he glances back again to check over his other charges.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee's eyes go wide and forgets what she was doing "Tavrie! You impressed Gold?? Oh that's wonderful - Congratulations!" as Steorra joins them "and Steorra! Oh what a darling little blue - Congratulations!" Kaylith's plaintive little voice draws her attention back however, and Shan grins holding out more meat for her, still so hungry, must eat!

Can't Take the Sky Blue finally picks his head from the sand and looks around, the dampness of the inside of the egg causing the sand to stick to his headridges and muzzle. He glances back and forth, stands up on all four legs, and begins heading towards the remaining group of candidates. Each one he comes upon is sniffed briefly before he passes, and he seems ever more and more frustrated that nothing is right. Smooth. How come it never goes smooth?

Cage of Lightning Egg doesn't much roll, like many of the other eggs of the small clutch when their occupant starts to force their way out. In fact, it can't, awkward base preventing it from doing much more than shifting and digging its way deeper into the sands. However, from that stable base, the egg is making quite a commotion, a storm building to climax for an inevitable explosion.

Bayan is looking away from the sands now, seeming to sigh as he folds his arms across his chest. "Is this thing over alrea-" and halts, the headbutting causing him to double over with a sharp curse. "Shells!" he cries before glaring at the bronze for a moment. Finally, "Yeah, yeah Jaireth," he drawls. "Let's get out of here. Guess you're calling me B'yan now?" he adds dryly as he steps out of the way.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Steorra looks down to Carulith as she is butted "Oh yes i'm sorry" she looks about for the buckets and when she is given one she turns to Carulith (though she is blushing slightly at the criers comment) and takes one of the pieces of meat from the bucket "Ok now here you go, please remember to chew" she says calmly to the little blue, wiping away tears with her free hand.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Nabrimeth traipses up the passageway at Tavrie's side, and despite the excited tremor that causes her back haunches and tail to wriggle in a decidedly unqueen-like gesture as she spies others of a similar size, she seems loathe to move from her chosen's side. She does, however, croon a bit more insistently and rubs her neck along the diminutive girl's side, eyes coaxing.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Ashenna keeps spreading oil, since she's clearly doing something right. She pauses though, briefly, and lectures, "No shaking up."

Up on the ledges, Kali's eyes nearly pop out of her head. "Yes! I was right!" she jumps to her feet cheering. "B'yan!" she calls out with glee. She turns to glance at Ayana and gives her a smirk. "Guess I won that bet." she adds.

Up on the ledges, "Bronze!" is M'tri's triumphant shout. "That's to you, Kali. Wonder of wonders. I've taught you things I didn't know I could."

"That was Tavrie," R'hin supplies automatically, grinning towards Josilina. "She seems to have a good head on her shoulders." Bayan's impression, too, is noted, with a drawing of his brows. The Weyrleader, however, is pointedly silent, pale gaze sweeping over the other hatchlings.

Jaireth rumble-snorts, shuffling forward and hitting B'yan with another headbutt - lighter, this time, and he snuffles at the candidate's robes if he can.

Up on the ledges, Kali smirks at M'tri. "Sorry Sir, but that one... that was all me. I've always had faith in him." she smirks.

Wilf is standing much stiller now his feet are burning but as the candidates are leaving one by one he is feeling more and more, as if he shouldn't have been here to start with. Then he sees another egg crack and out comes aother brown, the bronze however has picked Bayan, Wilf gives a wry grin.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Okenith does not look happy about that chunk of meat's efforts to strangle him. Still, when Samialla offers the meat again, he reaches for it without hesitation--but this time, he chews, and his whirling eyes light up when it works this time: he swallows without a problem, and eagerly reaches for more.

Long, jagged cracks run down the sides of Cage of Lightning Egg at a particularly emphatic knock from within. A second hit shatters the egg so suddenly that it seems it's whole one minute, in shards the next, leaving a goo-covered blue in the wreckage.

Shimmering Cobalt Blue Shimmering cobalt rivers flow over the hide of this dragonet in waves that enhance the curves of his muscles, shattering the uniformity of that blue hide. Enveloped in the coolness of the colors, each movement made displays the strength of body and the delicacy of the lines. The cobalt hues slide smoothly down his trim frame to meet in a handfasting of deep blue and cobalt at the tip of the long, saucy tail. The mixture of shimmering colors over his membranes from the leading to the trailing edges, weave an intricate pattern of whorls and loops. The dragonet's wedge-shaped head is usually tilted in an inquisitive manner or amused manner.

Charis starts to laugh softly when the impression is made for Bayan, "Dat's funny. I can't believe 'e got a bronze." She grins over at Eleria and Dassah. "Will be interestin considerin 'e didn't really want a dragon."

Bayan bats the bronze from his robes, "Yeah I know, stop-" looking as though the hatchling's trying to embarrass him on purpose as he starts to walk off.

Stately Burnished Brown seems to be taking this whole thing rather matter-of-factly, no haphazard dashing about on the sands for this hatchling, no. The wiry brown stalks along the semi-circle of candidates, multi-faceted gaze examining then discarding each one by one, patient, deliberate dismissal in the movements. There's not the slightest agitation as he continues onwards without finding what he's searching for, confident movements suggestion surety of purpose. Somewhere, here, is the one for him - it's only a matter of time.

Josilina is the one to grab R'hin's arm this time, or aim to at least. "Bayan! With a bronze!" She's grinning broadly, and shakes her head, "I wouldn't have thought, but maybe I should've. Oh a blue, hey," she glances around, trying to keep an eye on the dragons still on the sands at the same time, "I think that's all the eggs."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Carulith seems happy enough with the meet offered, it seeming to disappear in an instance as the blue attempts to force his head into the bucket, despite the fact that its a -bit- small. As his more invasive techniques fail, he returns to repeated nudges until more food is given.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavrie looks dazed as she comes in, still trying to come to grips with things and looking at life through new eyes. "Thank you," she mouthes numbly here and there, grinning awkwardly at her friends that are already here and coming in. Tavrie's surprise turns to a calm joy when Nabrimeth croons and she looks around the room. "Come, lady. Let's see to your belly, shall we?" Tavrie tells the little gold, her sense of humor returning as her fear ebbs. Tavrie wanders over to a bowl of meat and picks up a peice, offering it out hopefully. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect..." she begins, then shakes her head and drops the comment. "This will fix your emptiness," she offers.

Up on the ledges, Ayana's sigh is a heavy one as she finally straightens. "This oughta be interesting.." she notes aloud, dryly as she watches some of those watching the sands.

Up on the ledges, M'tri waves vaguely towards Kali. "Okay, okay, it was you. Either way, you get marks -- after graduation. I certainly shouldn't be encouraging your betting." This time the innocent smile is for her.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> The tension in Samialla's frame melts away as Okenith eats happily and without further incident. "That's it...see, you just have to take your time." Smiling with relief, she reaches into the bucket for more meat, which she again offers out on her palm. Her lap smells of the meat that was spilled there, but she doesn't care: her thin face is glowing as she looks at her blue adoringly.

Dassah is watching in silence now as the last of the eggs have hatched and the numbers around her are dwindling. She looks over as Bayan impresses the bronze, and smiles to herself with smug satisfaction. She looks over at Charis. No, he didn't. Guess it goes to show."

Wilf watches as Bayan walks off with the bronze nudges him, and Bayan seems to be moaning at it already that is certainly going to be an interesting match.

Shimmering Cobalt Blue sits amid his shards and strikes a pose. He has only bee in this grand world outside his egg for less than a minute, yet he already knows that he is the most important thing in it. Unfortunately, his dramatic pose - head high, back on his haunches, wings half unfurled - is marred by the fact that he is still more than slightly dripping with egg goo, not to mention the trinangle of shell stuck between his eyes. Finally his young back can stand it no longer, and with a shake of his head to dislodge the unsightly shard, he lands back on his feet and strikes out towards the dimininished pool of Candidates. Maybe, just maybe, there is someone there that will be acceptable.

Eleria's brows go up slightly at Charis's comment over that particular pairing, but she decides not to say anything except to offer the usual "congratulations" to the former trader as he leaves the grounds with his bronze. She smirks prettily, some inner amusement tickling her, then turns her attentions to the remaining dragonets.

Up on the ledges, Acadia smiles, then groans. "Well, I was half right. He did Impress at least." She digs out a half-mark and offers it to M'tri. "Here you go. And thanks for the talk during the hatching."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Steorra looks down to Carulith as he tries to fit his head inside the bucket "Now now, how would that look if you have an accident already" she shakes her head at the little blue and takes out another piece of meat "I can just see you walking round with a bucket on your snout, then how will you eat?" she tries to sound firm but she is far too busy smiling at the little blue.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "How's it coming?" I'daur asks as he makes his way through again, back to the trio of Ashenna, Shanlee, and Samialla. "Good? Okenith--no, Eniolth, then Okenith, and then Kaylith." He points to the brown first, corrects himself, then moves to the blue and lastly the green as he works on learning names.

Up on the ledges, Kali settles back down, a blush on her cheeks. "I think I'm the only one who was rooting for him..." she murmurs softly. "But he impressed bronze... you have no idea how happy that makes me..." she says softly, oddly, the look on her face is not so happy.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Nabrimeth rewards Tavrie's hope with a sunny uptilt of her neck that voraciously grabs at and chews her first meal down. She even swishes her tail charmingly as they pass by I'daur, though the mischievous glint that flitters through her hunger-stricken eyes as they spy the bronzerider's feet fleeting speaks of a desire, perhaps, just -perhaps-, to try and trip the old man up.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavrie laughs warmly, seeming to relax more and more. "Yes, this is what you would call dinner. Though it isn't to my liking," she admits. "Chew carefully so you don't bite your tongue," she warns the young one. "After you eat this, I think that I'm supposed to oil any spot that itches," Tavrie speaks aloud, trying to piece things together.

Kasiese's response is an easy, "Okay," to Felix. She scoots even closer, for the sake of scooting, and then settles there, watching the remaining dragons before noting, "Hey, that's it?"

The Stately Burnished Brown Hatchling appears to have finally made his decision, if the purposeful way in which he stalks towards the grouping of candidates is any indicator. He stops in front of a small clutering of white-robed figures, imperiously regarding them all before making himself known to his chosen, all his attention fixed on a tall young man.

Bayan halts when he realizes the bronze wasn't following, throwing an arm towards the entrance. "I don't know where the food is," he says with a frown. "You're asking the wrong one." Beat. "Not sure where we're going either," he adds gruffly as he looks about first before motioning at the hatchling. "Guess this means no drink afterwards," he notes in an undertone.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee looks up at I'daur, "Kaylith Sir" and gives the little green a gentle rub above her eyeridge. "I think she'd eat everything in sight if I let her."

Felix hides, yes, and hides well. Her foot sticks out from behind her human sheild and wiggles. Darn sand. Out, out. "Good," she chirps at Kasiese. Staying. Good. 'Cause Felix isn't doing so hot. Being hot.

Can't Take the Sky Blue doesn't notice his tail as it swishes back and forth behind him, and it whips at a couple candidates still on the sands. To their dismay he doesn't give them a moment's glance. His head lowered, he seems to have his sights on something far off. He has made it his mission to find this thing. His job to find it. And he'll make sure it gets done.

Up on the ledges, Delu nudges Kali, "I bet on him too, you know. I figured green, he'd be a good one, but it will be.. .Interesting... With him on a bronze. Him as weyrleader would be scarey, though."

Up on the ledges, Kali laughs. "Him and R'hin battling for weyrleader will be even scarier." she smirks.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Carulith gives an apologetic look as only a dragon can before the next offered piece of meat disappears as well. He croons softly, still looking very much ravenous.

Jaireth rumbles, kicking his feet in the sand a little before he follows after B'yan, stopping only a hair shy from knocking into him again. Then, he settles on his haunches, looking at his new rider, solid and expectant, lashing tail the only indication of his agitation.

Up on the ledges, Balinne snorts, and shakes her head. "I doubt it can get much worse... not that I live with R'hin as my Weyrleader, but I didn't really get the 'leadership potential' vibe from him when we did talk." She smiles, just a little though, incase any Reachian's are near enough to hear.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "We're good," Ashenna promises the weyrlingmaster, though she squeaks half a second before Eniolth stretches out a wing that comes very close to bonking into someone else. "Careful," she warns him, tapping him on the back. "No, I know, but there are others around. I'll get it..." She moves to oil the brown under the wing.

Up on the ledges, Delu shakes her head, "Nah, with those two, they'd be trying to get the other so they wouldn't have to be."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Steorra grins down at the little blue "Don't worry love, there is plenty here" she says looking at the meat in the bucket and taking another piece and offering it to him "even for your appetite" and with a little chuckle she reaches to scratch an eyeridge.

Wilf is just standing his mouth hangs open, "Tavaith, yes we belong together," Wilf is stunned into silence no quick comments can escape him. he reaches out a hand to scratch the brown.

Felix wipes her forehead again with a hand that is becoming ever more trembly. When she gets out of this it'll be straight to the food with her, for she's a comfort-eater. Good thing there's a feast somewhere in the Weyr.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "Kaylith," I'daur repeats again, nodding. "And, you're right about that. Don't let her." That being his sage advice of the day, he circulates around further, checking on the latest arrivals. "When they're done eating, let me know--or just grab the oil yourself," is added over his shoulder. "Nabrimeth, Carulith. How are they doing?" he asks those two.

Shimmering Cobalt Blue steadily makes his way down the sandy mound, picking his way over shards of siblings already hatched. As he moves, his head bobs up and down, eyes slit, as he examines each Candidate in turn. No. No. No. It is almost as if he were scrutinizing the hopefuls as to whom would be the best mark. For a moment he pauses, head sweeping over the gallery sands, but that moment swiftly passes. There...maybe that one. No. How about...that one? The muzzle continues to point at one gal and lad after another.

Charis smiles warmly, "That's great Wilf." She smiles and squeezes both the girls hands that she holds. Then she realizes that there are only two more and still quite a few of the candidates left. She sighs softly

Maja speed-walks as quickly as possible to Bayan, announcing, "Congratulations B'yan and Jaireth," before noting more softly, "You two should follow me. Congratulations. We should have fun."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee grins over at her fellow clutchmates "I still can't believe she chose me" and then whispers hoping Kaylith can't 'hear' her "and to think she came out of 'that' egg" Kaylith headbutts Shan, eyes whirling a slight orangey colour, yes, she'd heard Shan "Oh, I'm sorry love, but your egg really was....." she searches for a word "unique - just like you" and hands the little green, the last of the meat.

Kasiese regards Felix sidelong -- with the other candidate nearly hiding behind her, Kasi can't do much more unless she plucks the other woman up and moves her. With this over-the-shoulder glance, Kasiese seems content in evaluating, "You should have drank more water." There's a brief moment in which Kasiese glances towards wilf, and her eyes slant. There's no congratulations from her, this time, with that dark expression, but she continues talking to Felix. "You drink loads when we get out of here. Are you going to faint? Cause if you do, I can't catch you from up here."

B'yan walks over to Maja, a wry look sent to the bronze with, "A drink is something I wish I had right now," is all he answers to as he misses the other Impressions and finally strides out.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> B'yan wanders up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> B'yan has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Jaireth moves up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Jaireth has arrived.

With an odd uptilt of one eyeridge, the other jeweled eye narrowed into a lopsided expression of thoughtful musing, the Can't Take the Sky Blue slinks his neck low and sweeps it from side to side in slow little arcs. That he readies to pounce, making his decision known to the world, is betrayed in the steady shift of his limbs back and forth, the youthful muscles tightening up along his back haunches to cause his tail to turn completely tense and straight. Then, with commanding purpose infused into his movements, the cerulean blue stalks after and then stops in front of a pale blonde girl.

Eleria smiles Wilf's way too and adds her own, "congratulations" to the tall man, returning Charis's hand squeeze a moment later. She doesn't say anything else, her expression showing her to be a little choked up by all that's happened, all that might happen, and perhaps, all that won't.

M'wen walks up to Wilf, a smile given to the other man. He calls out, "Congratulations to Wilf and Tavaith." And then lowering his volume, "and come with me you two, we'll get that brown of yours fed."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> B'yan strides in throwing further glances at those within before turning to the little bronze. "Alright, I get to feed you," he drawls absently, looking at the other new weyrlings with mild interest.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "You." I'daur greets B'yan auspiciously, eyeing the weyrling he's actually met with a brief frown. Then, a nod, and he says, "Jaireth. Here you go. Don't feed him too fast, and make sure he chews. Find yourself a seat--somewhere." He hands off the meatpail easily, turning to gesture to the ledges, which are beginning to fill up with weyrlings now. Then, he glances back to the two girls he was talking to before the latest arrival.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavrie continues to feed scraps of meat to Nabrimeth, stroking her head with one hand and offering out food in the other. "Ooooh! I hope I won't overfeed you. If your belly starts to feel uncomfortable, please tell me," she frets over the newly hatched dragon. Already, her eyes are scanning for the oil, mind thinking ahead to prepare for the next step.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Jaireth hurries to keep up with B'yan, though by the time they've reached the ledge he's settled back into something of a devil-may-care stroll. But for all his cool, he still tails his new lifemate, coming up close to him once he stops, raising his head with definite interest at the talk of feeding. Everyone else he more or less ignores, but for a few off-hand looks.

Wilf is still in abit of a trance, "yes food, you want food, lets go find you some food," Wilf stumbles off after M'wen, ensuring that Tavaith, is right there too.

Tavaith cants his head downwards, studying his chosen with rapt interest. A rumbling bespeaks the brown's sudden hunger, the hatchling looking faintly surprised, tipping his head briefly, oblivious to M'wen's presence and his words: all his attention fixed on W'red.

Shimmering Cobalt Blue finally slows, then comes to a halt. Eyes blink. Yes...this one will do. Yup, she will definitely do. Muzzle tilts up for one final purusal.

Felix sends a Look up at Kasiese. "Well now's a fine time t'tell me /that/," she whines. Water? She was so far from water! And then, "No, 'm not gonna faint. I just... I wanna get out-... Eek!" No! She's been spotted! The little blue before surprises Felix into toppling backwards. Luckily she catches herself and doesn't have to deal with a heated rump. "You weren't s'posed t'find me, Whuaith, I-" Oh. "Whuaith." Really? Her hand reaches out for blue headknobs, and suddenly hiding just isn't going to work for her anymore.

Shimmering Cobalt Blue screeches at a few of the candidates who, clustered together, have focused most of their attention on one of the other dragonets. With a toss of his head, he stalks off along the line, peering narrowly at the candidates he passes until he reaches one in particular: a young woman with gray-streaked brown hair. In front of her he stops and looks up, waiting expectantly.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavaith moves up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavaith has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> B'yan blinks at I'daur's sudden calling of him before frowning. "You don't look too happy to see me," he drawls wryly to him before picking up a meatpail and stepping away and turning to Jaireth. Finding a place by Tavrie and her own lifemate, "Don't get greedy or something," he warns the hatchling before starting to feed him some scraps.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> W'red meanders up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> W'red has arrived.

Kasiese scrambles out of Whuaith's way quickly -- again with the not getting run over. After all, with his chosen directly behind her, Kasiese is little more than an obstacle. Out of the way, she looks at the new pair expectantly before saying, "Drink water, Felix. After...you know...he's not hungry." She smiles, deciding, "He's lovely."

Up on the ledges, Kali takes a deep breath and sighs. "That's all of them then?" she asks to the group.

Up on the ledges, Delu nods softly, and gives Kali's hand a squeeze. "I didn't hear her name, the one you mentioned." She says, softly.

Charis blinks a few times, the noise of the stands suddenly going very quiet when she hears the voice in her head. She looks up at Eleria and Dassah with tears in her eyes before looking back down, "Qeteth? Dat's your name." She lets go of her friends hands to kneel down to hug the little blue with a chuckle, "'ungry? Well lets get you somethin."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Jaireth snorts somewhat messily, opening his mouth wide for the meat, and there's certainly nothing mannerly in the way he scarfs them down, just barely chewing in his haste, a few shreds of meat falling out of his maw here and there.

Up on the ledges, Kali shakes her head. "Neither did I." she says. "So... she must be one of the ones left standing."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavaith paces W'red with an efficiency of movement, the scent of meat drawing him onwards as much as his rider's encouragement. The occupants on the ledge are given a brief look over, then dismissed, attention going to W'red with a sharp flick of his tail.

Up on the ledges, Balinne sighs, almost wistfully. "Yup, done. Happens so fast when you're just watching, doesn't it?" she asks, smiling towards Kali and Delu. "At least there's the feast to look forwards to!"

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "Tavaith," I'daur hails W'red and the brown, leaning over to grab another bucket and push it off on the latest weyrling to make his way in. "Find yourself a seat and get to feeding him--but not too fast. Don't want him to choke." Absently, he adds in a drawl to B'yan, as he helps the two greenriding boys get oil for their dragons, "I'm never happy to see the bronzeriders. They're trouble."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavrie looks over at Bayan, a parental smile on her face as she watches Nabrimeth eat. "See, there you go. Now you have a new schedule," she tells him. "Congratulations, Ba - B'yan. He's a striking fellow," she offers. Nabrimeth finishes her meat with a swallow and turns to appraise the pair for just a moment before crooning gently and nudging Tavrie's shoulder. The small woman laughs and nods, then hurries over to get some oil and a paddle. "We can fix your itches, love," she agrees. "Though I'm not sure if I know how to do this correctly," is admitted as she begins to fumble through oiling the auroral gold's neck.

Up on the ledges, Ayana steps forward finally, making her presence known to Kali and those with her. "Ladies," she states a bit evenly with a nod. "I suppose it's over now," she notes.

Dassah smiles at Charis with a mixture of pleasure and sadnes. "He's beautiful, Charis, and that answers whether you are going back to the hall or not. Congratulations." She looks past her to Eleria, and then around to Kasiese and Imariel, and gives a soft sigh. "So many left."

Eleria sighs softly and allows a few tears to fall as Charis impresses, her hand falling to her side as its let go. She steps over next to Dassah, out of the newly impressed pair's way and says, "congratulations to you both." A smile and her gaze lifts to just catch Felix and her new mate, "congrats to you too!"

Whuaith seems to have a semblance of politeness, as he merely weaves around Kasiese instead of bowling into her. His tail doesn't curl around Felix, nor does he touch her more than a brief nose to her side. He's not one to show affection so publicly.

"Congratulations Felix and Whuaith" M'wen calls out, rushing back in from the passageway, looking -slightly- harried. "Come with me, your clutchmates are waiting."

Josilina holds still for a bare, extended beat as the last dragon Impresses and Charis announces his name. "Well," she says, under her breath to the bronzerider beside her, "that's that." She glances at him, before stepping forward, hands spread just a bit. "We'd like to just say a few quick words to you all. First off, thank you so much for agreeing to stand for Lhia and Leiventh's clutch. We're grateful that you would, and you all have been a wonderful group of candidates."

Up on the ledges, Kali gets to her feet. "Perhaps. But I'm going to find her." she says and pauses. "You two go enjoy the feast, ok? I need to find Bay.. B'yan and .... Dassah." she then heads over to Xiabeth and rests her cheek against the green for a moment before mounting.

Even R'hin's usual talkativeness has ceased under the rush of Impressions; the Weyrleader's watching with shining eyes, glancing up towards Leiventh with a faint exhale of breath, lips curled upwards. The sight of the final impression, however, earns a frown as gaze drifts over the remaining candidates, stepping forward to keep pace with his Weyrwoman, standing beside her as she addresses the candidates.

Maja walks to Charis, her arms crossed an no smile present on her lips. "Congratulations Charis and Qeteth. Follow me, if you would."

Up on the ledges, "I seem t'remember fryin' like a fish out there...waitin' for Sully." Fadra's two-marks is inserted into the conversation in response to Bali. "Did it really go that fast? when we were standing?" The brownrider shrugs thoughtfully before standing and stretching, reaching for the straps of her dragon to check them. "That's it, then. And Reaches with a new goldrider."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> M'wen strides up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> M'wen has arrived.

Charis chuckles softly, sparing another glance for her friends, sadness in her eyes for them both before the blue butts her, "Alright. Food it is." She reaches down to touch the small muzzle before she follows Maja

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Charis strolls up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Charis has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Qeteth moves up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Qeteth has arrived.

Up on the ledges, Balinne nods her head at Fadra, grinning. "At least you only had to do it once! Trust me, second time around didn't get any faster-feeling."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Whuaith moves up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Whuaith has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Samialla is hardly halfway through the bucket of meat when Okenith suddenly snaps a glance back at his flank. There's an irritable snort, and Samialla almost upsets the bucket in her rush to kneel beside him, running a hand over the affected area. "An itch? We'll oil it...and oil you all over. Then it'll be gone." She leads the blue towards the vats of oil, grabbing a paddle and getting into the task of slathering oil on the blue's hide. "Better?" The whirl of bright green eyes is a yes.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> W'red Moves over to a seat, and sits down, taking a large chunk of the meat from the bucket he gives it to Tavaith, "here you are this should help with that large hunger of yours," he says gently

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "Hey!" B'yan cries at the little bronze and his messy manner before lowering his voice. "Do it slowly and -chew-! I don't want to get in trouble already," he adds gruffly before I'daur's answer to him get his lips to twitch. "Trouble, eh?" and looking over at the arrival of W'red, "I think you'll have more than some mere bronzeriders to worry about," he notes in mild amusement. He simply thin his lips at Tavrie and looks at the queen, "Congrats with you and yours," he says with a curt nod before Charis's arrival cause him to pause in the feeding.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Maja wanders up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Maja has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eniolth makes a low chortling sort of sound and Ashenna's cheeks pink for the first time that anyone would probably recall. Not that the new weyrlings are paying attention. "Well, you can just listen to me, then, until you decide if he's worth it." She finally spots Tavrie and waves over the brown's back. "Tavrie! Congratulations!" W'red and B'yan get waves too, then she blinks at the newest arrivals. "Shells. More..."

"We hope you'll join us in the caverns, for a nice meal," Josilina continues. "And any of you who wish to stay here in the Reaches are welcome to continue making your home here. For those of you who need transporation home, we'll be glad to make sure that you have a way to get home safely when you want. And thank you again, very much."

Felix looks up at Kasiese and beams. She can't not beam. "Oh... Thank you. For lettin' me hide." Even though that didn't work out. "I will. Drink water. Lots and lots of-" Whuaith interrupts her with that little nosing. Later Felix will be happy Kasiese didn't get hurt, and she'll remember to say thank you to all those congratulations, but right now it's all she can do to not fall over. Ever keeping her hand on Whuaith's head, she blinks at M'wen while she follows after him, babbling about jobs and food.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Felix wanders up from the hatching sands.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Felix has arrived.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee laughs as Kaylith waddles over to inspect the little bronze and brown, her bulging belly all but scraping on the ground "Kaylith, come back here - you need to be oiled" and Shan scratches at her shoulder. Green eyes come to rest on the two new male riders "B'yan, W'red - congratulations, they're......handsome lads" she grins and reaches for a bucket of oil and a pail as Kaylith, shoulder twitching wanders back over to her.

Imariel smiles, but there are tears in her eyes. She blinks them back, and forces a smile for the Weyrwoman. When there's a chance, Immie will head back to the barracks to collect her things and move back down to the dormitories. The rest she'll sort out later. After she's helped all her friends celebrate the hatching. "Thank you, m'am, sir," she says to the Weyrleaders, then glances around to see who all else didn't Impress.

Up on the ledges, Delu shakes her head as she stands. "Feasts aren't my thing, I think I will just head home." She looks over to Balinne, "You headed to the feast, or back to Ista?" And back to Kali after a moment. "Kali? Maybe this isn't the best time, anyway? Give her a few days?"

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "There's no art to it," I'daur reassures Tavrie as he passes her, on his way to check on some of the newest-made weyrlings again. "You just get it everywhere on them. Qeteth? Whuaith?" He stops to study the pair of blues and their girls--he's given up on human names for now. Instead, moving to hand off meat again, he offers the same instructions he has before, with mechanical familiarity: "Sit. Feed them. Not too fast or they choke."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Charis moves into the room in a daze, the blue following her, "I can't believe you picked me." She seems lost, "Umm food?"

Up on the ledges, Kali turns to Delu. "I have to know Delu." she says softly. "I have to." and with that she vaults onto Xiabeth's back and they take off.

R'hin's nod of agreement with Josilina's offer is very firm, as he adds, "We've enjoyed having you all here, and we'd certainly welcome you if you choose to stay." He tips his head to the remaining candidates.

Up on the ledges, K'nder frowns

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Qeteth follows after his new rider, creeling loudly for food.

Up on the ledges, Fadra smirks. "Ever hasty, my Sully," Fadra says as she pulls herself into the straps. "Food," is her next comment, wry, and apparently that's what she's after now that the entertainment is complete.

Dassah looks to R'hin and Josilina, and smiles just a little. "Thank you both for having us here, though I admit... Don't much feel like a feast right now. But thank you, all the same."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Jaireth gives B'yan a look that's a little sheepish, and maybe even a little defiant, but nevertheless he obeys, chewing his food more thoroughly and making less of a mess while doing so. He continues chewing for a little, but it's not long before he's nudging B'yan again, whuffling and snorting a little - with his mouth full, no less.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Steorra continues to feed Carulith, happy that there are no more attempts to fit inside the meat bucket, she takes another piece and hands it to the little blue and makes sure he chews properly before reaching for another one. New arrivals cause her to look up briefly "Oh congratulations B'yan.. W'fred oh everyone" she calls happily finally able to take her eyes from Carulith.

Eleria smile broadens as the Weyrwoman speaks and she gives the goldrider a polite nod of her head, and one to the Weyrleader as he approaches. She looks at the others left and sighs once more, lifting her voice to add her own, "thank you both, ma'am, sir. It was an honor to be searched and stand." She seems to be at peace with it all, or maybe she'll cry later when she's along, though most who know her, knows that the latter probably isn't going to be the case.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavrie spins around at the sound of Charis' voice, eyes glinting with joy as she sees another of her friends. "Oh, Charis! Congratulations. What's his name?" she calls, still trying to drown Nabrimeth in oil as she smears it all around.

Up on the ledges, Ayana sighs and goes to her brown, "I'm having a talk with that-" and she mounts and takes off.

Up on the ledges, Persie turns to Secath, mark saftely back in her pocket. "Nice looking clutch," she tells her lifemate. "No, I don't think that brown was noticing your hide. He was probably watching the eggs hatch. Remember the hatching?" The two ready themselves and head off.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Tavaith eyes the food offered carefully, before he takes it, swallowing it down. Finding it satisfactory, he opens his maw for more, eyes fixed firmly on W'red, oblivious to the compliments or comments being sent his way.

Up on the ledges, Balinne slides delicatly off of Zelieth's leg, and marches towards the refreshment's table set up for them. She snags a wineskin, pours a glass, and marches back to Zelieth. "Haven't had a celebration in ages," she notes, not exactly answering the question.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Qeteth makes a side trip before his rider can reach the meat bins, however, lurching sideways to unstealthily snatch a piece of unguarded meat from a (slightly) older blue sibling, sated enough to want oiling over meat. That meat is bolted down, and creeling starts anew.

Kasiese watches Felix depart before her attention falls on the Weyrwoman; her speech is swallowed with a quiet nod, and soon the healer -- because that's what she is once more - is trying to find faces in the crowd in the galleries. Dassah's words earn a small smile, and she agrees, "Yeah, food just doesn't sound...right. But thank you for all your kindness."

"You're all free to go, eat or relax, as you want," Josilina adds, as a few candidates linger uncertainly. "And if you have any questions for R'hin or myself, about transporation or anything, we'll be glad to meet with you tomorrow or when you need."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "Yes, food. For him. Don't eat it yourself," I'daur explains to Charis, squinting dubiously as he eyes her.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Whuaith leads Felix onto the ledges, not one to follow behind. He has the decency not to creel, though quietly and persistantly bats at Felix's legs with his sky blue tail.

Up on the ledges, "Well, that's it, boyo," M'tri says to his son, and he reaches down to pluck the squirming lad up. "We'll go home -- too many people and you're just a handful." And it's up onto his dragon he goes, with his son in close tow, presumably back home.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Qeteth takes advantage of his rider's question and oh-so-brief distraction to haul himself up on his haunches and stick his nose into a meat bin, trying to take what Charis is being too slow to deliver.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Charis looks behind her, not seeing her lifemate she looks around quickly, "Qeteth, no. Don't do dat. Come over 'ere." She picks up a bowl and looks over to Tavrie, "Name's Qeteth." She moves back over to the creeling blue

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "I hear you, I hear you," Felix is murmuring to herself as she leads her Whuaith on into the little weyrling place. And she, being a little weyrling, takes the meat I'daur hands over with a curt little nod for the affirmation of Whuaith's name - so much in that name - and promptly flops down to begin feeding her new lifemate. Unpracticed at such a task, she watches the others for a moment before starting. "Okay, now, nice'n easy." Please?

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you." Dassah says, and turns to make her way off the sands.

It's a very quiet Imariel who nods again to the Weyrleaders, then turns toward the exit. Not toward where the Impressed and their lifemates went, but to the bowl. Likely, she's not all that hungry, either, and there's work to be done getting her things together. In actuality, she'll get dressed and head to the kitchens. It's where she's most familiar, and can be of worth helping.

Eleria just shakes her head in response to the Weyrwoman's last, and heads off the sands to the arms of her waiting family and to a future that has yet to be determined.

"Thank you, ma'am. Sir." Kasiese is quick to bow out, after that.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> W'red keeps giving the ravenous brown chunks of the fresh meat, "slowly now, you don't want to choke, on it," W'red is oblivious, at this point to all the others and only has eyes for the brown in front of him.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> B'yan is watching Charis curiously before he gets yat another nudge. Almost scowling before he catches himself midway, "You don't see the other ones choking because they're that hungry, eh Jaireth?" he notes idly, then feeds him some more of the scraps. "Pretty greedy like my little green, Pheet," he notes to him before looking over at W'red. "A brown you got, hm?" he drawls, grinning as he looks over at the hatchling.

Up on the ledges, Verenth shakes out his wings and leaps to the air, joining the expdous.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "No more?" I'daur asks, as the stream of weyrlings finally ceases. He takes a head count, a deep breath and waits until the last ones are settled in to eat before he leans against the stone wall to study the eleven weyrlings gathered for a moment. His rest is short-lived, before he's straightening again and shuffling through their ranks again, checking up on them again.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Qeteth snorts as something brushes against his hindquarters, causing him to lose his prevcious balance...the bins /are/ designed to keep over-hungry noses out, after all. He goes back to creeling louder and louder at his rider.

Josilina lets out a long breath, going over to where Lhiannonth's still crouched. She reaches up and runs a hand along the gold's neck, watching a last, straggler candidate make his way off the sands. "Well," she puffs out another breath. "That's a hatching."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Maja has finally arrived on the ledges for good- no more pacing back and forth. The excitement and nervousness surrounding a hatching still has her panting, and the heat of the sands has covered her in a layer of sweat. "Eleven, then."

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Charis shakes her head and rolls her eyes at her blue, "Come over 'ere Qeteth." She finds a spot to sit and offers out some slimy dripping meat for him. "See I'll give it to ya."

With a faint exhale as he watches the last of the weyrlings depart, R'hin's gaze drifts towards Leiventh, with a brief smile. "Some hatching," he agrees. He offers an arm to the Weyrwoman, with a nod towards the passageway. "I'd like to check on the new weyrlings, if you'll indulge me?" familiar grin reappears, quickly enough.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Qeteth relunctantly leaves the bins behind to follow after his lifemate. Mouth is wide open.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Jaireth doesn't turn down the scraps, certainly not, but he continues to nudge against B'yan, and then against the ledge, rubbing a foreleg against the stone. His tail, however, always active, flips to poke and tease any nearby clutchmates.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Shanlee dips the paddle into the oil bucket and one hand scratching at her shoulder, the other busies itself, slathering Kaylith's should with oil. Perhaps if she put enough on Kaylith, she'd stop itching herself. Kaylith's eyes close in near ecstasy as her lifemate oils her.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Charis laughs at Qeteth, offering up the meat to him, "See, 'ere it is. Don't eat fast. I've got plenty." She cants her head a bit, "You sure are nice lookin."

Josilina takes the offered arm, flashing a grin. "I think I could manage. I'm pretty excited to see them, myself. So hard to get a good look when they're all running around out here, but it looks like an awfully good clutch. Especially for an Interval." Pride shines clearly in the backwards glance she throws the two clutchparents.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> "Girls, you okay?" I'daur asks as he drifts past Ashenna, Samialla, and Shanlee again. He pauses to look over their dragons, then hobbles on past: with the way dealing with the weyrlings has kept him moving, he's starting to limp more pronouncedly. Noting Maja, he veers her way. "No injuries out there?" he asks her. And, hardly waiting for an answer: "Make sure they all get oiled good." A pause, then. "You did good. Where's the other one?" And he peers past her for his other assistant.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Qeteth wolfs down the food offered, then pauses as at the complement. He lifts his head a bit, so as to better show off his blue-iness.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Eniolth gets poked. His tail twitches and he pokes back, with his own. He tilts his head to eyeball his bronze clutchsib. Bigger? Badder? Eh.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> B'yan nudges Jaireth back, "What's your problem?" he grumbles before he adds more scraps to his maw. "Awefully active, too. Looks like you and I are going to have a talk sometime today," he notes to the little bronze as he feeds. He looks up when Maja enters, not saying a word for the moment before he sends glances to the other weyrlings' way.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> W'red eventually takes notice of some of the others, "B'yan, yes," W'red mumbles still concentrating on Tavaith, the total confusion that is going on around him is slowly starting to penetrate his mind. He is slowly taking note of all the other dragons and their partners and looks around, still in a bit of a daze. he offers more meat to Tavaith.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Nabrimeth watches Jaireth with an amused look, bottom jaw dropping ever so slightly in a draconic grin as she moves to tease him right back, looking pleased with the prospect of play. "Hey!" Tavrie objects as the gold's movement causes the oil to spill. The woman laughs and shakes her head.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Charis laughs at Qeteth, "Uh 'uh. Now I see 'ow its gonna be with you." She offers more of the meat to him screwing up her face I'daur having to tell her to not eat this stuff. "I'm glad dat you like it. This is gross"

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Steorra hands Carulith the lastpiece of meat, looking at the empty bucket and then at the little blue "Oh yes oil of course.." she looks about and takes a paddle and oil before getting to work on the blue hide "Right now, lets see if I can stop the itching... at least for a while" she says and begins to cover the blue hide carefully.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Maja shakes her head, commenting quickly. "No, sir." No injuries. "Yes, sir, thank you. He's--" she looks back behind her, waving around. She's not really been keeping track of him.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> M'wen's been lurking just inside the entrance to the passageway, watching the goings on's on the ledge with interest, though not taking the initiative to join the group. Hearing I'daur mention him, though indirectly, the brownrider ducks into the group, brow raised, waiting for I'daur's instruction.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> Qeteth oh so happily returns to eating, trying to stuff as much into his belly as he can. His midsection is becoming perceptably rounder by the mouthful.

"They did wonderfully. Okay, so Lhiannonth did all the work, really," R'hin's finally conceding with a laugh and a slanted look at the Weyrwoman, lips curving. He, too, is just as full of pride, pacing Josilina as he steps towards the passageway.

Weyrleaders' Ledge> B'yan leans toward W'red, "Them talking in your head kinda makes you feel all..." he pauses, looking for a word, "...crazy, right?" he asks furtively before straightening up in time to see the play between Nabrimeth and the bronze. "Don't even think about it," he's quick to warn Jaireth, passing Tavrie a pointed look before grinning.

R'hin strides into the dark passageway.

Josilina strolls into the dark passageway.