Difference between revisions of "Logs:Aurelinth and Zyrieth's Clutch Hatches (2)"

Darci walks out onto the sands, and steps beside Aurelinth, patting her neck fondly, "It's time now, you've done well."

Melina walks in, pausing to bow before the great Aurelinth and her mate as well as the weyrwoman. Her face is slightly pale as she finds her way to a semi-circle gathering of candidates.

Willem strolls out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Willem has arrived.

The Goatsbeard Egg twitches slightly.

Kheldar swallows hard to clear the lump in his throat, bowing to Zyrieth and Aurelinth. After a brief glance around at the spectators, his eyes are riveted on to the eggs. One might think this would pose problems in his navigation to his place in the semi-circle, but he manages somehow

M'rgan strides quickly across the Sands, moving to the far side where the half-circle of Candidates starts to form. He bows to Aurelinth and Zyrieth before moving back, behind the Candidates.

Willem bows deeply to Aurelinth, then Zyrieth.:bows deeply to Aurelinth, then Zyrieth.

Buteo comes out on to the sands, lingering as near Matheny as possible. Shrugging up his sleeves, he swallows and makes his way towards the queen and her mate to bow respectively.

Tayor strides out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Tayor has arrived.

Gala strides out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Gala has arrived.

Seaylin walks in, face calm, but her eyes flicker nervously around. She bows deeply to the queen and the weyrwoman.

Matheny bows to the Queen and Bronze and finds a place on the sands, near Buteo. She wipes her sweating hands absently on the sides of her robe.

Kelsy follows along with the other candidates and joins the semi-circle. She bows to Aurelinth and Zyrieth and to the Weyrwoman.

Willem looks around, then finds a place in the growing semi-circle.

Vytol moves out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Vytol has arrived.

Taura wanders out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Taura has arrived.

Gala looks around at all the people gathered here, and to the eggs. She looks rather shaky as she joins the others on the Sands.

Yasmirth has left.

Suzot wanders out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Suzot has arrived.

Nitan meanders out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Nitan has arrived.

Taelenna walks slowly onto the sands, gaze darting about. She bows deeply to Aurelinth and Zyrieth, then joins the other Candidates.

Javan meanders out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Javan has arrived.

Fovin strides out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Fovin has arrived.

Silora makes her way onto the Sands, boots carefully placed so she doesn't trip on the variously-placed mounds of sand. She makes her way over opposite M'rgan and at one end of the semicircle of white-robed candidates that's forming. A quick and happy bow to Zyrieth and Aurelinth.

Gala pauses to bow to the parents of the clutch before settling on a place at the edge of the group.

R'lym wanders out of the passageway, onto the sands.

R'lym has arrived.

The Fields in Bloom Egg shakes from side to side for a moment.

Aurelinth hums softly, craning her neck around the sands, looking over all the candidates.

Vytol finds an open spot in the semicircle and takes his place anxiously.

Suzot shuffles onto the Sands near the end of the line, sticking up nearly a foot above the shortish girls which precede and follow. As she reaches her appointed position, Suzot bows (not curtseys) to the Queen, her Bronze mate, and - perhaps unsure of the half-remembered etiquette lessons - to the Eggs as well. Fovin bows to the queen and to the bronze, then joins the other candidates.

Kelsy ouches as the heat finally starts coming through her sandals. She looks up into the galleries briefly.

Nitan bows to Aurelinth and Zyrieth as he makes his entrance on the sands. After a short grin to the dragons, he takes his place with the rest of the candidates.

Javan walks out onto the sands calmly, eyes blazing. He bows to first Zyrieth, then to Aurelinth.

Taura walks out nervously, pausing to bow to Aurelinth and Zyrieth before taking her place with her fellow candidates.

Seaylin moves closer to the other candidates, joining quietly in the circle. She shoots a quick thumbs up and grins, sobering quickly as she watches the eggs.

Vytol bows to the Gold and the Bronze.

Melina lifts a foot, hissing in pain and looks across the line of candidates, barely lighting her eyes on each of her friends before she has to switch feet again.

The Golden Sungazer Egg twitches slightly.

R'lymi

Tayor has reconnected.

Three female Candidates, two of whom still young and retaining the looks of little girls, enter the Hatching Cavern together and move to stand near the Golden Egg, shifting nervously and looking around.

Nitan stands near Seaylin, shifting as his thin sandles offer little help.

Willem looks at the moving Egg, a smile twitching at his lips.

The Golden Sungazer Egg begins to rock harder and harder in the sand, creating small cracks in the metallic shell.

Tayor has partially disconnected.

Buteo lifts his arms up to shake his overlong sleeves down, then lowers his arms, only to have the sleeves fall back down. Leaning towards Matheny, he reaches for her hand, only to discover his sleeve in the way.

All about the mound eggs are rocking and twitching. But it is the Golden Sungazer Egg which leads the clutch, showing all the rest what to do. Large cracks cover the egg and bits of shell begin to flake away, maring the metallic appearance.

Tayor walks in, his eyes darting to and fro. He stops and bows deeply to the queen and the Weyrwoman, his fingers obviously itching for a cloak to flourish, before he walks over and joins his fellow Candidates.

Gala shifts her weight on her feet, as much from nerves as from the heat coming through the soles of her boots. She glances over toward Suzot, and then looks back to the eggs.

Darci steps away from Aurelinth, and over to R'lym. She nods to the candidates with an excited smile, as the eggs rock harder.

R'lym follows that last Candidates onto the Sands, then walks over to join Darci. He smiles, "Here we go."

Shards are thrown across the mound as the youngest High Reaches Queen bursts from her shell, longing to be free of the place that has nurtured and protected her all these months. The dark gold struggles to her feet in an ungainly manner, and spreads her wings for the first time.

The Cattail Egg shivers a bit.

Suzot's icy blue stare skims the stands for familiar faces she doesn't truly expect to see. In fact she misses any if they're present; for just as her eyes focus, the first loud *crack* heralds the first Hatchling's appearance. Naturally, this draws Suzot's attention.

Capricious Polished Oak Gold Dragonet

A glance at this dragonet causes a double-take: her glistening hide seems to absorb almost all light and appears initially to be the color of polished oak. Soon, however, the movement of still underdeveloped but sleek muscles and the curve of bone under skin show her metallic undertones and reveal her true, deep, dark golden color. As she lifts her wings with a feminine grace, the lighter shade of her wingsails and the underside of her chest and belly fairly glow in contrast to the evening colors of the rest of her. With a clever set to her head, and a jaunty stance, a sense of capricious folly can be felt within her, just below the surface of her newfound curiosity in being alive and unfettered by restraints.

Tayor grits his teeth and wipes his hands on his robes, watching the eggs with wary eyes.

Kheldar thanks Faranth for sturdy shoes, shifting his feet only slightly.. perhaps for the third time since arrival. His shoes are forgotten, though, as the queen breaks from her confinement. His eyes snap forward, and a smile gilds his features instantly

Kelsy watches the eggs closely and catches her breath as the gold hatches.

The Early Crocus Egg shudders once.

Fovin gasps and steps back as the gold hatches.

Fine beads of swea begin to pop on Melina's forehead as she watches the queen enter the world through wide eyes. She forces a smile on her face, marvelling at the small creature.

Kila bows politely to Aurelinth and Zyrieth and takes her place in the semi-circle of Candidates.

Willem shifts uncomfortably form one foot to another as he watches the gold dragonet.

Javan's eyes move of their own accord to stare at the queen, amazed at her beauty.

Nitan nods silently with a smile. The golden egg has hatched and a new Junior Weyrwoman will soon join the ranks of High Reaches Weyr.

Tayor swallows hard, but smiles as he sees the gold, his tense features softening a little.

Gala oos at the gorgeous baby queen, and takes a step backwards in amazement.

Taelenna lifts her sandaled feet well above the sand as she finds a place in the midst of her friends and fellow Candidates, wiping her already-sweaty hands on the white robe and gasping softly as the queen hatches.

Zyrieth BUGLES!! a greeting to the lovely newborn Queen!

Taura glances to Suzot next to her, then back to the eggs. She's too entranced to worry about her feet this soon.

Seaylin's breath catches as the little dragonet springs from her shell. She stares a while in awe, then her eyes begin darting around all the eggs, trying to watch everywhere at once. She raises one leg and crosses it behind her to relieve the heat on that foot.

Kelsy glances back and forth to the female candidates on either side of her in excitement and nervousness.

Buteo has disconnected.

Darci claps her hands together, "The gold first? Oh my, how wonderful." She takes a close look at the young queen, an elated smile on her face.

Matheny grabs Buteo's sleeve and gasps as the first dragon arrives. Her eyes are as large as saucers as she stares in amazement.

R'lym sucks in his breath, "By Faranth! That must be a first!" He smiles broadly, "A good sign indeed!"

Suzot swallows; heat dries her throat and wets her eyes. Even in her thin robe the tall girl swelters on the throbbingly hot Hatching Grounds, skin pinkening as from sunburn. Silora flashes a happy glance up towards Darci and R'lym, eyes entranced a moment later by the gold's movements. "Ooh..." That's all she can manage, and she shifts her feet slightly while watching from behind the semicircle.

Buteo has connected.

Aurelinth bugles quietly to her new daughter, giving her motherly encouragment.

Taura's eyes dart around the caverns, stealing glances at the gold dragonet, she doesn't want to stare at the dear creature.

The Yarrow Egg jerks to one side a little.

Suzot's eyes widen slightly, her only indication of emotion or excitement.

Bursting from its shards, a firey little Bronze Hatchling races toward the ring of Candidates screeling . It pounds to halt and seeks its lifemate from among those assembled.

Kheldar smiles again at the maternal encouragement. His eyes reluctantly leave the newest queen to scan the rest of the eggs

Willem's eyes move briefly to the Yarrow Egg, then back to the queen hatchling.

Tayor's eyes turn again to sweep the various unhatched eggs, his heavily booted feet not shifting at all on the hot sands.

Fovin watches closely to see who impresses the gold, hoping it will be one of his friends.

Willem's eyes move briefly to the Yarrow Egg, then back to the queen hatchling.

Gala doesn't make any effort to conceal that she is fascinated by the baby gold. She stares at her, afixiated, until the next egg hatches and draws her attention.

M'rgan forces his hands out of his pockets, letting them fall limply at his sides. The sudden appearance of the tiny gold queen elicits a murmur of "Excellent sign" from his lips. His blue eyes dart a glance along the semi-circle of Candidates, checking each one, before meeting Silora's on the far side.

Fovin takes another step back in case he has to duck the charging bronze.

Capricious Polished Oak Gold Dragonet lifts her head up, a small 'cap' of shell still perching crookedly atop her golden head. She shakes it off, impatiently, and almost falls over in her attempt. Finally, she manages to relieve herself of the shell, and looks at it on the sand, crooning curiously at it.

Melina's eyes flicker from gold to bronze to the moving eggs. Suddenly, she remembers something told to her and tenses up.. what was that about sharp claws?

Zyrieth trumpets! as the little Bronze finds a lifemate and the first Impression is made!

Nitan's eyes widen as the bronze hatches and approaches.

Buteo swallows, wiping at his brow and moving his glance from hatchling to hatchling.

Fovin sighs in relief and steps back in line.

Javan's attention is drawn back to the other eggs as the bronze comes racing towards the candidate circle. He shifts from foot to foot, always on the balls of his feet, as his eyes flicker around the sands.

R'lym claps, "And a Bronze, next!" He leans over and gives Darci a light hug.

A clear patch of sand near to a tall lanky blond girl begins to vibrate.

Kelsy hardly even dares to breath as she watches the gold.

Suzot watches the first Impression, peaked brows rising in surprise at how fast it went. Then her eyes rip back to the ongoing commotion. Her weight shifts; her jaw tightens. How quietly can she escape when it's over? The tall blond candidate jumps, startled by the vibrating sand nearly beneath her feet. She backs away from it slowly, pointing and saying "There's something under there."

Taura shifts her feet a little, grinning as one of her friends Impresses bronze, but she quickly turns back to the gold.

Fovin wipes his forehead as the heat starts to warm him too much.

Aurelinth bugles to the bronze, in the same caring maner she did for the gold. Not loud, soft and gentle, welcoming.

Taelenna bites her lower lip nervously, gray eyes following the movements of the queen fixedly and darting away from her only for a brief moment to admire the bronze. She looks back at the golden dragonet and smiles shakily upon hearing the curious croon of the queen.

Silora claps her hands lightly together as more hatchlings emerge, eyes darting from one to another. Meeting M'rgan's eyes over some shorter candidate's heads, she winks, her face taking on a look of rememberance. Perhaps of two brown hatchlings long ago.

Willem scuffs his foot in along the ground then winces at the hot sand between his toes.

Vytol watches the tall blonde candidate.

There is a crack, and the sand that was vibrating is still. With a second cracking sound, the sand sinks into a depression, and a small green wedge-shaped head pops up, looking about the cavern.

"Ooh!" exclaims a smallish girl from Ruatha as a lovely little Green erupts from her shards. The Green's colors are very bright and distinctive, though her movements are the ungraceful ones of the newly-hatched. Moments later, the Green finds her lifemate from among a group of Candidates near the edge of the semi-circle.

Fovin cranes to see the green.

Kelsy sees the green head pop up and can't help but giggle.

Tayor closes his eyes and visibly calms himself, the lines of tension disappearing from his face and he reopens his eyes to scan the eggs once more, only the snap of his eyes and his stiff movements belying his nervousness. He smiles at the new green hatchling.

Matheny's hands start to sweat more, good thing it's Buteo's sleeve that she's grabbing and not his actual hand. She moves in an antsy fashion, trying to watch everything as overwhelming as it all is.

Without hesitation or concern, the small green body pulls itself out of its sandy berth. Completely unaware of her unusual arrival, she simply begins to shake the sand off herself, with a shake that goes from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail.

Seaylin stays perfectly still. She lowers the upheld leg slowly to the sands, forgetting about the heat as she tries watching everything at once, green eyes wide with awe. Her head swivels curiously at the blonde candidate's cry. She blinks several times at the sudden appearance of the green.

Enthusiastic Desert Summer Green Dragonet

This green's subtly-colored hide catches the eye in an unusual way...at first one sees that there are broad swatches of deep brown and tan in the muted colors of her body, wings having sandy-colored undersides that shimmer as if with heat. However, there is a glorious sense of life to the muted forest greens and pale leaf-shades that mix along her back to form a spectacle of burgeoning health. The tops of her wings show a deep, dark green, like plants that don't often see water but thrive when they do. Her angular head and neck stretch upward as if toward a sun whose heat and glare she'll meet with strength and stubbornness. This large green is anything but fragile - just like her coloring, she is strong and sturdy, able to withstand long droughts and come through with sparkling colors. Softly whirling eyes take in her surroundings with a curious calmness, and her movements speak of conservation and great patience.

Taura stifles outright laughter at the antics of the little green. Her eyes dance merribly with barely repressed mirth.

Buteo flashes a nervous smile to Matheny before turning his attention back to the hatching dragonets.

Capricious Polished Oak Gold Dragonet steps forward, testing out her newly-hatched gangliness, and crushes the shell cap underfoot. Her wings spread wide in order to help her keep her balance...far from graceful is she. But from the set of her head, and the determined way she manages to move towards the ring of candidates, she manages to be confident and femininely but awkwardly graceful.

Willem tilts his head towards the Summer Green dragonet, watching it carefully.

Melina forces another smile, watching the impression and she swallows, spotting a new green. She wipes her hands on her robe at the hips, leaving off-white greese marks.

Fovin gets a good look at the green, and gasps at her beauty even as he laughs at her actions.

Wiping sweaty hands on her thighs, Suzot allows her cold blue eyes to shield her from the hot and eager stares from the Stands, her only protection, as she forces her arms to remain at her sides. Is there any nakedness more awkward than Standing in front of hundreds of onlookers, awaiting possible rejection by thirty-four Hatchlings? Nitan grins seeing the newly hatched green. "She's gorgeous." His eyes watch every move she makes that he almost forgets why it's so easy to see her in the first place.

Gala smiles at the newest green, as if she reminds her of something. But again she takes a step backward out of the way... if she goes much further she'll be behind everyone else.

Kelsy tries to somehow watch both the green and gold at once.

A Candidate from the High Reaches Weyr lower caverns offers a youthful Tillek lad a friendly, encouraging pat on the back to help ease the younger boy's fears.

Taelenna leans forward to catch a glimpse of the sturdy green dragonet and retains this position, her silver-speckled eyes racing back and forth between the green and gold dragonets. "I'm not sure which one to look at," she murmurs softly.

The Enthusiastic Desert Summer Green Dragonet steps forward eagerly, in a rush to find her new mate. With a carelss step, she fouls one of her wings. Slowing, she quickly untangles it, and rushes forward again towards the waiting candidates.

A smile finally breaks across Seay's face as she answers Nitan with a quiet affirmative, gaze roaming and settling as she waits to see what thedragonets wll do next.

Kelsy looks down the line to see where the green goes.

Fovin holds himself ready to duck, thinking "Very sharp claws"

Amid a ring of rocking Eggs, a Green emgerges from her shards. She shakes her head to dislodge one last bit of shell before snaking her way between and around the moving, near-Hatching Eggs toward the ring of Candidates.

Willem watches the rushing green carefully. "Sharp claws," he murmers.

R'lym has reconnected.

M'rgan returns Silora's wink, one black eyebrow twisting for a heartbeat before his expression turns neutral again. He starts to pace down the curve of Candidates as the heat starts to seep through his boot soles. He pauses here and there, reminding a Candidate to pay attention and checking that another is doing all right.

Taura pulls her eyes from the gold and green beauties and peeks at Suzot. She slips her hand into that of the older girl, squeezing comfortingly.

Nitan grins, that was adorable. Smart this green, though she *is* coming in at a quick pace.

Tayor smiles as he watches the green weaving and tripping toward the line. He flinches as she stumbles with smiles encouragingly as she recovers.

Kheldar smiles at the enthusiastic green, and is prompted to glance up. His eyes scan the ranks of rider for a certain greenrider. His search, successful or no, is preempted by the need to maintain his calm. He does have some success - his one-time superiors at Ruatha could find little fault with his bearing now

Melina winces slightly sa she watches the little one. Remembering the game and the claws, she takes a step back, tensing herself for what might happen. She looks from side to side for support but only finds a meaty boy from Igen. She whips her head back to watch the green carefully.

The Enthusiastic Desert Summer Green Dragonet passes a group of young lads without even looking. They obviously aren't what she wants. No, there it is. She sees exactly what she wants, and she moves towards it, making no notice of any of her siblings.

Gala fights the temptation to duck any further away from the dragonetts, and stands her grown. Her only movement at the moment is shifting her feet from the heat of the sands.

Roll...hop...Crack! A pastel pink egg breaks open to reveal a dark Brown Hatchling. Wasting no time, the little Brown races from the mound of eggs toward the Candidates. He quickly nudges a lad from Crom Hold aside to get to a young Minecraft apprentice. Impression is made.

Suzot steps out of the summer-green hatchling's way, murmuring, "/Very/ sharp ..." as Taura, younger and smaller, takes her hand. Unthinkingly, she squeezes back."

The Bleeding-Heart Egg tilts to one side.

Matheny takes a step back from a quick moving dragonet and then a side step closer to a pretty blonde who seems to be crying. Having forgotten she's holding Buteo's sleeve she jostles him quite a bit.

Taura grins sidelong at her friend and turns her attention back to the hatching eggs.

The Enthusiastic Desert Summer Green Dragonet comes to a quick halt before a group of girls holding hands, spraying sand into the face of a young girl from Benden Hold. She tilts her head curiously at the girl for a moment, when the girl begins to cry. But no, she turns her head to her original target, Taura, and warbles enthusiastically.

One of the weyrlingmasters steps towards the former MineCraft apprentice, giving the lad his new name and helping him and his brown lifemate to the queen's weyr.

Buteo can't help but let out a squeak as he's dragged behind Matheny. "Math, slow down," he pleads.

The Enthusiastic Desert Summer Green Dragonet stares deeply into Taura's eyes.

Melina's attention is drawn towards Taura, and she looks to see her friend impress. Another forced smile and a sigh of relief. No sharp claws from that one.

Javan casts a glance towards Seaylin, winking encouragement as he wipes the sweat fromhis brow with a sleeve.

Fovin looks closely at the brown, comparing size, sturdiness and energy with the greens he's seen.

Taura blinks as the greencomes straight at her, and has to release Suzots hand. She reaches forward, calling, "Her name is Sharreth!"

Capricious Polished Oak Gold Dragonet hesitates as a bronze clutchmate walks in front of her, and she croons, as if asking for the attention her pretty self deserves. When he moves past her towards some boys standing nervously in front of him, she cocks her wedge-shaped head and preens her glistening wings a little bit, as if to say it doesn't matter to her. She knows she is worthy of attention.

Suzot steps backward from Taura, brows lifting so that she actually misses the next several things that happen. "Shells," she says, newly evaluating the small Candidate...Weyrling.

Gala smiles brightly at Taura and her new lifemate, clearly happy for the deserving new Rider.

Tayor smiles at Taura and glances over as a glint of the gold's hide catches his eye. He merely chuckles at her antics before turning his attention once more to nearly, potentially more dangerous claws.

Silora steps up close to Taura, bending to motion to the girl and her new lifemate. She smiles and murmurs her congratulations, then tries to get the pair moving off the busy Sands and into the rooms off to the side. "Here, this way...Sharreth, you're lovely." She nearly trips over her own skirts as they begin to move.

A young Tillek lad steps back quickly as a Blue nearly tramples over him. Brushing hot sand out of his hair, he grabs ahold of the sapphire Blue's neck and cries out the dragon's name.

Seaylin stands on tiptoes to watch the green's progress and starts grinning foolishly as Taura announces the name of her new lifemate, almost but not quite forgetting there are other dragonets out there. Seay catches Javan's wink and winks right back at him. Her focus goes quickly back to the wildly rocking eggs.

Kelsy grins at Taura and green Sharreth in congratulations.

There is a sudden lurching from the Water Lilies on a Pond Egg as it shifts its position in the sand.

Taura manages to grin at Suzot once more, then turns her attention to Sharreth, nodding blindly as Silora leads both of them away.

Darci applauds the impessions as they happen, while Aurelinth croons enthusiastically, moving away from the young dragonets so they can make their way.

Fovin watches Taura go, happy for his friend.

Cracks spread over the surface of the Water Lilies on a Pond Egg, forming patterns like fine lacework.

Sharreth moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Sharreth has left.

Melina's eyes flicker back to the gold and she sucks in a breath, steeling herself, waiting for anything.. unexpected.

Nitan grins at Taura and her lifemate, a nice pair.

Taura strides down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Taura has left.

R'lym has partially disconnected.

Suzot's eyes slowly move from Taura and Sharreth, towards the newhatched Queen she's not even dared to look at yet. She swallows; sweat beads and trickles down her face, stinging her eyes. Yes, stinging...that's why they turn red, and why she wipes them with the sleeve of her white robe.

Covered with cracks, the Water Lilies on a Pond Egg rocks harder, flecks of shell falling off it.

Kelsy turns her attention back to the gold who seems to be taking her time picking.

Wildly rocking, the Water Lilies on a Pond Egg rolls to and fro before breaking open with a final resounding crack. The small blue dragonet shatters his shell completely in a final effort and lands, nose first in the hot sands.

Silora walks down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Silora has left.

A particularly vibrant Green dragon walks up to two girls standing side by side. She butts her head against the chest of one girl, then the other. Finally, she gazes deeply into the eyes of one of the girls and an impression is made. The other girl looks dejected and slumps down for a moment, until a shy Brown comes waltzing up and another impression is made.

Amiable Huckleberry Blue Dragonet

This bright berry-stained blue dragonet seems to have a way of grabbing all the attention when he appears. The brilliance of his glistening hide commands attention, from the joyful set of his sleek cobalt head, down the length of his agile body, to the very tip of his long, sinuous tail. Indeed, the tail must have taken up most of the room in his egg, and from the way he already moves it, it is clear that this one will be fast in the air when he matures. Not only does his color stand out -- his personality demands the consideration of all around him. And indeed, the cheerful swirling of his eyes and pleasant boisterousness of his bugle make it a pleasure to take notice of him.

Vytol turns to the new blue and hopes it wobbles towards him.

Javan winces as the blue dives nose first into the sand.

Fovin blinks at the blue. Such a pretty color, and a beautiful tail!

Willem takes a step sideways to get a better look at the Amiable Blue.

One candidate, starting to feel the heat on his feet, wanders around until he spots a pair of boots on the sands. Thinking himself very clever, he puts his feet into the boots, remarking, "Ah, that's better."

Kheldar's breath catches in his throat as he watches the lily-like egg, though he maintains his calm by dint of measured breathing. He lets his breat out with a grin at the happy blue, catching his lip between his teeth as the dragonet takes a nose-dive

Nitan appraises the blue with a grin. "Nice sounding bugle he's got."

The candidate wearing the boots tires of shifting his feet -within- the boots and tries to pick up his feet and move elsewhere.. when he finds the boots are weighted. At that moment, a Brown comes loping his way.. the boy tries to move but ends up tripping over the boots and sprawls to the ground. Once the boy picks himself up, the Brown gazes deeply into his eyes and another impression is made.

Silora meanders out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Silora has arrived.

Seaylin's brows draw down in a concerned glance at the blue's stumble. She murmurs quietly, "Poor fellow."

Kelsy's attention is taking by the blue as she shifts her feet.

Gala's attention is now drawn toward the blue hatchling. It is hard to tell if she is feeling relieved or disappointed as each new Hatchling makes its Impression, passing her up.

Matheny starts to drag Buteo over some so she can get a better look at a hatching brown, hearing a protest from her friend she smiles apologetically, mutters a sorry and then in the next instant is trying to get him to move forward some so she can see what's going on beyond a cluster of candidates. She's smiling estatically, thrilled by it all.

Tayor chuckles and watches the blue's first movements out of his shell, his nervousness fading as he watches what everyone is doing. Being in front of a group seems to become him.

Melina looks the blue over, an involuntary smile finally pulling naturally across her face. She murmers, "that's some tail he's got.."

Willem nods at Melina. "Sure is."

Capricious Polished Oak Gold Dragonet gets caught up in admiring her own wings for a few moments (large and awkward as they are), but lifts her head quickly again as movement in her line of sight catches her attention. A group of girls, faces indistinct, warrant further attention, and she follows the instinctive urge without question, heading towards them.

Buteo tugtugs at Matheny's arm. "Lookit /that/ one, Math!" he calls, pointing towards another brown.

Kelsy watches as the gold starts to inspect the candidates. She squeezes the hands of those next to her.

The Amiable Huckleberry Blue Dragonet pulls himself to his feet with an indignant squawk that shows his displeasure. But this blue is far too good natured to let a tumble distract him for long. Taking several wobbly steps away from his shards, he begins to unfurl his wings and spread them.

Taelenna claps softly, smiling brightly in Taura's direction as she walks off the Sands with her new lifemate. She takes a moment to admire the beautiful new blue, then notices a flash of gold heading toward the Candidates with a purpose and prepares to step back.

Gala turns her gaze back toward the gold, wondering why she has not made her choice yet. Now that gorgeous hatchling would be worth giving up a lifetime of plans for.

Vytol holds his breath, watching the amiable blue eagerly.

Willem nods approvingly at the Blue's attitude.

Steadfastly, Suzot's eyes avoid the large-and-growing assemblage above. It's easier to look at the baby gold, confused but regal, heading towards a set of giggling girls nearby. She steps back and out of the way; but it's so hard to remain nonchalant with the uncomfortable grace of the gold so close.

Melina takes the hand of the boy from Igen next to her and squeezes it. He turns to give her a curious glance and returns the squeeze.

Fovin grins. "Atta boy blue, don't let it get to ya."

Silora returns to the Sands beaming a broad smile at all the candidates, watching as they move to cool their feet and to encourage their neighbors.

Kheldar's smile returns with full force at the blue's exuberant recovery. Standing alone in a gap left by Impressions, he discreetly rubs the palms of his hands together to dry them

Kelsy does her best to not look nervous, though she fails miserably.

As the little gold starts forward, Seay spares a speculative glance for a few of the female candidates. That silly smile stays on her face as she moves from hatched egg to unhatched egg. This time, she lifts her other leg and wraps it around her calf. She mouths "Hot" but no sound comes out.

Nitan remarks that he's a pretty blue making pretty bugling sounds...Won't be clumsy for long.

A lovely orange and yellow Egg splits open, leaving a very small Green Hatchling in its place, shrieking loudly, eyes ablaze! After seeming like it would stand there and scream forever, it takes off to the left and bumps into a High Reaches Weyr lad, moments later, they are lifemates.

Amiable Huckleberry Blue Dragonet stands still, looking up at his dam and sire. Then lets out an exceptionally loud bugle towards the candidates.

Capricious Polished Oak Gold Dragonet moves closer to the group of girls and stops a moment, seemingly considering each one in turn. She warbles softly, questioningly, seeming to lose her self-confidence for a moment or two. With another, prettily confused warble, she turns her swirling eyes towards her golden mother, Aurelinth.

Nitan claps his hands once, wonderful sounding hatchling.

Fovin raises his hands to his ears in mock pain.

Kelsy starts from her reverie and looks at the blue with a grin.

Matheny narrowly avoids a collision with another nervous candidate and so stops moving so much, she looks over the spectacular blue, a smile coming to her features. A blur of gold out of the corner of her eyes makes her study the young Queen, even now peering at some likely girls, she sighs happily.

Kheldar blinks at the bugle, helpless to restrain a soft chuckle. "Aren't we enthusiastic.." He murmurs

Spotting a Candidate staring unblinkingly at the blue hatchling, M'rgan grabs a scruff of white robe, pulling the young lad out of the way of a brown hatchling who was hunting for his lifemate further on. He shares a few, quick correcting words with the blond-haired lad before moving back down the semi-circle again.

Javan grins at the blue's insistent bugling.

R'lym has reconnected.

Color slowly washes into Melina's face, watching the little dragonetes. She decides that this might not be as bad as she thought. She gives her new friend another hand squeeze.

Seaylin starts to put her fingers in her mouth to whistle loudly in response, then suddenly seems to remember her instructions, and withdraws them slowly, careful not to make any fast moves.

Aurelinth warbles encouragingly towrds the young queen, stepping just slightly forward. She nods her head up and down, urging the queen to make her choice.

Fovin grins at Seaylin's impulse.

Suzot crosses her arms over her abdomen, trying to look at the unHatched eggs and not at the pleading uncertainty of the baby Gold. She shuffles as the heat of the sands finally invades her boots; long ago it turned her white robes sheer. Luckily, this time around the Candidates were permitted undergarments.

Tayor grins at the new green, his chest shaking with a quiet chuckle. His eyes never stop, always darting to some new hatchling, new dragonrider.

Taelenna's gray eyes widen significantly at the bugle of the blue, stumbling backwards for a moment out of surprise, then catching herself and steadying her stance.

Buteo looks quite relieved as Matheny stops moving quite so much. "Thanks, Math," he tells his friend with a wink. "I was getting dizzy."

Silora bumps into M'rgan as the two move in each other's direction, sand flowing over her boots as she comes to a sliding stop. Putting a hand up to steady herself, she then continues on her errand to help a young girl whose sandals have come undone and have left one foot bare to the hot sands.

Kila shuffles her feet, first one, then the other, her eyes darting from Gold to Blue and back again.

As a bespeckled Egg cracks, a young woman, one of the Weyr kitchen staff, exclaims to her friend standing right next to her, "Oh! That's my favorite egg!" Excitedly she watches the Green that emerges. Her surprise and excitment are clearly visible when the Green chooses her!

Perhaps yearning already for the endless, inviting expanse of sky above, the Amiable Huckleberry Blue Dragonet never seems to fold back his wings. Or perhaps he holds his wings extended so only for balance or to let them dry in the warm air.

Fovin looks at Suzot, then stares! After a few seconds his brain starts to work again and he looks down. He starts pulling his robe away from his body to dry it.

Kelsy waits anxiously to see if the gold is close to choosing.

The Subdued Iris Egg starts to twitch and quiver regularly as the hatchling inside struggles to get out.

Willem alternates following the gold's progress with longer looks at the Amiable Blue.

The Flowering Ging Blossom Egg shakes from side to side for a moment.

Intently watching the activity all around her, a Candidate from Tillek Hold uses the sleeve of her robe to wipe the sweat dripping from her brow.

The Subdued Iris Egg rocks back and forth rapidly, opening a small fissure on the shell surface.

Melina tugs at her friends hand, whispering, "Look, Felan, looks like he wants to fly"

Kheldar shakes his head slightly at the blue's anticipation, if anticipation it is. He says to the Candidate beside him, with a grin at odds with his words. "Already yearning for the sky.. he'd be a tough one to control, I'd wager"

Larger fissures open on the Subdued Iris Egg and dark talons reach around to the surface of the shell, pulling the crackled egg down around the dragonet housed within.

Gala's nervousness starts to get the better of her, as she looks around at the other Candidates, who mostly seem to be clinging to each other for support. All alone among dozens of people on the Sands, she turns her gaze toward the stands to see who she can recognise up there.

Capricious Polished Oak Gold Dragonet cocks her head at her golden mother, and then turns her snout back to the group of girls. A step forward, then two, then hesitation. Suddenly, she looks slightly to the side of the group, at a young girl who doesn't even seem to be noticing her. With a reacquired sense of confidence, she no longer waits, and moves closer. Right in front of the girl, in fact. Impatiently, the little queen bumps her head against Matheny's leg.

Tayor has reconnected.

Suzot's eyes meet Kelsy's over the head of the Gold. Guiltily she tears her eyes away from the Gold Hatchling and glances towards the other Candidates.

Struggling to remember her instructions from the various riders and Weyr residents, Kila stands still, her eyes fixated on one dragonet for a few moments until the heat makes her move.

Fovin nods in agreement with Kheldar.

Tayor has partially disconnected.

The shards of the Subdued Iris Egg crumble, unveiling the tiny creature the egg had cradled. A vibrant green blinks once, and then again, in the first light of her new world.

Determined Tiger Lily Green Dragonet

Caught in the sunshine of Summer's sweltering months, reaching always and ever higher, this angular dragonet seems to have been born of a flower rather than an egg. Vibrant, lush green dominates her leggy, lanky body, defiantly proclaiming her color for all to see. Yet brushed everywhere over her brilliant hide are washes of orange and black. Not strong enough to overwhelm, or make one doubt her coloring, touches of bronze wash over eager limbs, while black lines her sinuous neck and body. Talons as dark as onyx tap restlessly as her jeweled eyes sweep over her surroundings. A fierce determination rests in her posture, alerting all who see her that she is confident in her abilities.

Willem grins and nods at the Gold's selection.

Buteo blinks at the gold butting Matheny's leg. "Uhm...Math...?"

Javan smiles as he notices the gold's choice. He murmurs congratulations to Matheny.

Matheny ags a bit and just stares at the beautiful gold. She reaches a hand out, very slowly and attempts to caress the soft looking hide.

Vytol watches the gold and Matheny, and smiles with joy (while still stealing glances of the blue).

An eager sound escapes Seaylin as she rapidly scans back and forth watching impressions, watching dragonets. Her crossed foot lowers and she tips it sideways to get some of the sand out of her sandal. A squeak finally comes out of her when she notices the gold dragon's choice..."Math." Seay looks pleased as pleased can be.

Two eggs roll into each other, both cracking. Two Blues break free of the Eggs and start searching for their lifemates, creeling in unison. Withing moments of their Hatching, the two find what they seek: A somewhat older female Candidate from High Reaches Hold and a young boy from the Seacraft.

The Capricious Polished Oak Gold Dragonet stares deeply into Matheny's eyes.

Kila smiles as Matheny impresses the gorgeous Gold. She steps back a couple of steps, but runs into another candidate and has to divert her attention back to the unimpressed dragonets.

Melina begins to smile widely, watching Matheny and the gold. Before watching the pair for very long, her eyes turn back to the blue and then to the new green. Another tug and a whisper, "Oh.. another green" This is greeted by an amused grin from Felan and another squeeze.

M'rgan gives Silora a smile and a laugh as they bump like two Candidates both following the same hatchling. He turns around, leaving a circle of foot of footprints in the sand to watch Silora's task. Only the sound of shouts from the ledges and galleries clues him in to the gold's Impression. He rises up on his toes, grinning as he sees who it is. His blue eyes flick over to Buteo, watching the boy's reaction.

Buteo backs away from Matheny, just /beaming/. "Oh, Math," he whispers.

Willem turns his attention to the Amiable Blue and the Determined Green, trying to watch both at the same time.

Fovin leans forward to look at the green, his nails biting into sweaty palms.

Tayor grins at Matheny a moment before turning again to keep an eye open for very sharp claws and newly hatching eggs. He seems to be trying to watch all of the commotion at once.

Suzot turns towards Matheny just in time to notice the Impression being made. The inexpressive girl's face bends into a smile that Matheny will never see, wrapped up in her new Lifemate.

Taelenna smiles happily at Matheny, waving her hands at her friend in a motion made to congratulate her friend, as she knows she wouldn't be heard over everything else.

Nitan grins big at Matheny and then the green catches his eye. "Look at *her*. She looks like a dragon who will always get what she wants. Look at the way she's sitting."

Gala also looks quite happy for Matheny, though slightly wistful as she watches the new lifemates together.

Kelsy watches Matheny to hear what the gold's name is.

Fovin nods eagerly at Nitan. Then he finally notices the gold near her. He grins widely.

Matheny melts obviously, her face showing a myriad of emotions, happiness, joy, fascination. She trails fingers over the damp golden hide and then shouts out, "Jenryth!!"

Darci looks over to Matheny and smiles, a proud day for High Reaches and for Tillek.

Seaylin forgets herself and reaches out to tug at a neighbor's arm waiting breathlessly. She starts rocking up and down on her toes. A smile blooms and she softly repeats. "Jenryth and Matheny."

Buteo just watches Matheny with a bit of a goofy grin on his face, momentarily ignoring the rest of the activity on the sands.

Kila smiles as a small girl next to her impresses a bright, vibrant green.. a bit unnerved but also thrilled to be in the middle of the action.

Zyrieth rises on his haunches and moves closer to the confused Blue. With a firm, yet gently *whap* of his tail, the Bronze tries to nudge it into motion.

The Early Crocus Egg digs itself into the sands as the dragonet inside struggles to be born.

A mottled Brown Egg spins, then rolls away from the cluster of eggs. The egg begins to shake violently, then cracks appear all over the surface. A claw appears, then the Egg splits open, dumping a small Blue unceremoniously onto the Sands.

Silora ohs, happening to be right behind Matheny's place in the semicircle as the gold chooses the Tillekian girl. She beams a bright smile that Matheny likely doesn't see, then decides to save her congratulations for later. She helps Matheny get her bearings, and then helps the new queen and her new lifemate off the busy sands and into the passageway.

Tayor wipes his hands almost absently on his robes and turns his back on the new goldrider as his eyes sweep the remaining eggs and the creeling hatchlings. The strain is beginning to show just a little around his eyes once again.

Gala takes a couple steps closer to another lonely Candidate about her age, just so as not to feel quite so lonely as she watches the others make Impressions.

Jenryth bumps Matheny's leg again, and croons, lifting her head to look at her new lifemate's face.

The Early Crocus Egg rocks harder and harder on the sands, creating large cracks.

R'lym looks abou to say something, but he breaks into a chuckle as Zyrieth tries to nudge the Blue into action.

The Early Crocus Egg cracks again, splitting open slowly at the top to reveal a small dragon snout.

Matheny walks down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Matheny has left.

A gleaming dragonet head pokes out of the Early Crocus Egg. Slowly, green torso, wings and tail follow. Finally the remainder of the egg crumples into tiny shards and falls to mix with the sands.

Fovin whispers to his nearest neighbor. "Two blues. Maybe the competition will get them both moving."

Silora walks down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Silora has left.

Kheldar finds his attention cruelly split between the adorable huckleberry blue and the early crocus egg. He settles for quick glances between them, eyes hopeful, and happy, and just a bit nervous

The victim of Seay's grip eases her arm out from beneath. Seaylin blinks and murmurs an apologetic oh, stepping a little farther away. The sound of egg splitting distracts her attention and she blinks over in surprise that the blue dragonet is still out there and there are more dragonets than she can count out on the sand.

Sensual Tropical Waterfall Green Dragonet

A stunning apparition of confidence and loveliness, this green's attitude verges on seductive. Her graceful snout curves upward a bit, and she looks down along its length with whirling, mesmerizing multi-hued eyes half-lidded. A glorious panorama of mixed greens spills down her back like a tropical waterfall, and the shading along her legs is nearly turquoise. Her wingsails sport fascinating whorls of pale and darker greens, the pattern like a canopy of leaves casting shadows below, and the scalloped edging bears blue highlights as if dipped in the waterfall's shining surface. As she moves, her tail moves from side to side like some lazy tropical animal, languid and sinuous. There isn't much about this curvaceous lady that reminds one of a clumsy hatchling, and something about attitude says she won't want to be left out of anything.

Buteo stares after Matheny's exit, looking a bit lost now that his friend has left the sands.

Jenryth moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Jenryth has left.

Suzot doesn't move to fill in the gap between herself, Matheny's empty place, and the rest of the Candidates. She skims their faces for something she doesn't have. Certainty? Acceptance? Whatever she's searching for, she doesn't see it, for her cold blue gaze returns to the dragonets on the hot sands, searching for it there instead.

Melina tries to catch Buteo's eye between glances at the greens and blues on the sands, motioning him to join herself and Felan.

Amiable Huckleberry Blue Dragonet squalks again and jumps forward, his outstretch wings giving him a slight lift, carryign him towards the candidates. Turning back to his sire he bugles. But getting the hint, he folds his wings, and looks at the girl beside him.

Fovin blinks at the newly hatched green, feeling like he does on a date, not knowing what to do or say.

Javan chuckles at the look on the face of the girl Seaylin has hold of. He runs a hand through his short cropped hair, wiping the sweat on his robe.

Nitan says "_Another_ green! She's *gorgeous*! I...wow...."

Kila oohs at the new green which hatches close to her and a few girls which remain around the dwindling group. She beings to say something to the green, but holds off and instead just hugs herself, watching and hoping.

Taelenna raises an amused eyebrow at the sensual green, looking to the person next to her with a grin and then back at the wandering dragonets.

A tremor shakes the Coltsfoot Egg.

Tayor smiles at the newly hatched green, his eyes sparkling with a Harper's sense of beauty, his eyes watching, recording every detail as he looks around with a sense of wonder.

Buteo does see Melina and scuttles in that direction, shoving up his sleeves along the way. Again.

A Green, having Hatched moments ago, appears to have trouble getting between two Eggs that stand between her and the waiting Candidates. Creeling, she rushed forward toward an egg, which suddenly cracks open, revealing another Green. A few short breaths later, two more pairs of lifemates find each other.

Vytol tries to stay calm as the Huckleberry Blue starts in his direction, then pauses.

The Coltsfoot Egg begins to rock steadily in response to the tapping inside.

Willem's head rotates slowly as he tries to watch all the hatchlings. His usual smile is subdued as he observes the movement around him.

Melinasmiles widely, noticing Buteo next to her and grabs his hand as well, happy to have him next to her.

Silora walks out of the passageway, onto the sands.

Silora has arrived.

Kheldar's attention is again split between egg and dragon, and this time the egg wins. His fascinated gaze rests on the Coltsfoot egg, remembering well the feeling of holding it.

=Cracks quickly begin forming across the surface of the Coltsfoot Egg.

Buteo blinks at Melina's hand, but doesn't resist, smiling faintly at the excited girl.

Nitan gets his bearings again and quiets down so as to not scare any of the Hatchlings.

The last of the Coltsfoot Egg gives way and a brown dragonet tumbles out onto the sands.

Gregarious Earthen Brown Dragonet

With a sense of his gregarious nature, this brown's bright eyes roam everywhere, seeing everything. Brown, the color of rich loam shaded with just a touch of red clay covers his juvenile form uniformly from the tip of his rounded nose to the end of his perpetually slithering tail; as solid and constant as fertile Nerat soil. Average in size for a dragonet, signs in his currently awkward form herald a brown of great proportions. Like a canine with paws too big for his form, this dragonet will surely have to grow into his own oversized feet.

Seaylin keeps half an eye on that springing blue dragonet just in case she has to move out of the way. The other half of her attention skips from the green dragonet to the newly arrived brown.

Melina whispers, tugging at both hands she holds, "Look.. a brown.. sturdy looking thing too"

A bright Blue dragonet trumpets as he rights himself after a tumble on the sands. Picking himself up with just a moment of hesitation, he sprints across the sands, tripping over his newly-opened wings several times before settling upon a girl from the SeaCraft.

Fovin glances at the brown, but his eyes go back to the sensual green.

Suzot takes a deep, slow breath through her nostrils as the big-footed Earthen-Brown baby hatches.

Kheldar gasps, a wide smile covering his face with light. The gregarious brown captures Kheldar's entire attention, and he suddenly finds the oft-repeated stricture to stand and wait very restricting indeed

Willem's eyes focus on the Earthen Brown. He stands quietly, breathing shallowly.

A lad from Nabol falls as he ducks out of the way of a Blue as it emerges from its Egg and makes a wild dash toward a group of girls, then stops.

Felan leans behind Melina to grin amused at Buteo, a slight look of empathy gleaming in his eyes. He pauses to give Melina's hand another squeeze before watching the brown himself.

Determined Tiger Lily Green Dragonet takes a step, showing more care and grace that her clutchmates and the determination that does appear in the other greens in the clutch. She walks, slowly, with care for the candidates about her, but going to where her heart pulls.

Tayor chuckles again, his nervousness showing more than before as he watches the brown. His eyes follow its movements for as long as he can tear his gaze away from the other eggs and hatchlings.

Fovin stifles a cheer as a seacraft friend impresses.

Vytol tries to watch the new Earthen Brown and the Huckleberry Blue at the same time.

Kila gets out of the way of a blue that charges past her to a boy behind him. She starts to get a little bit nervous and actually wanders from her spot she'd dug into the hot sands.

Taelenna moves out of the amiable blue's way as well, whispering to Seaylin, "Look at the blue the SeaCrafter got...just the color of the sea itself." She chuckles softly, nervously at her observation, then oohs appreciatively at the newly hatched brown.

Fovin looks back and forth between the two greens. He starts to sway from foot to foot without realizing it.

Gala uses her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, which is starting to drip toward her eyes. She fidgets in her place as she watches the Candidates and Hatchlings, not really feeling like she belongs here today.

Silora finds her way back onto the Sands, sidestepping the eggs shards that are now covering a portion of the area. Moving swiftly, she helps a small lad move closer into the semicircle, filling gaps left while Impressions are being made all over the cavern.

Nitan watches the Hatchlings on the Sands. Some are moving toward him directly, others obliquely heading to other groups of Candidates. Nitan shifts slightly, his feet feeling the heat of the Sands beneath him.

Javan stands with his hands gathering folds of his robe as he grins around the cavern at all the pairings being made.

A lad from Nabol falls as he ducks out of the way of a Blue as it emerges from its Egg and makes a wild dash toward a group of girls, then stops.

Buteo takes another glance to the exit passage, then returns his attention to the eggs and hatchlings.

Willem looks away from the Earthen Brown to check the progress of the ohter hatchlings.

One candidate keeps pointing and pointing to a Bronze dragonet on the sands, willing it and beckoning it to come his way. Eventually the Bronze does, driving his way across the sands to the boy - but the candidate is reduced to tears as the Bronze impresses to the shy blond-haired boy standing next to him.

Reluctantly, Suzot's attention wanders to her fellow Candidates. Once more the glance returns to the stands, but sweat in her eyes makes her unable to see far enough to find familiar faces there. She turns to face the Sands once more, and the dragonet who's just developed his individuality.

Seaylin nods in response to Taelenna, looking considerably distracted. "Ah...Yes. Good pairing Tael. The sea for the seacraft." Seay is obviously beginning to babble incoherently. A hot sandalled foot goes across another ankle for cooling.

Sensual Tropical Waterfall Green Dragonet follows the Determined Tiger Lily Green for a brief moment, seeming at first like an adoring younger sister. But as her hide begins to dry, and she gets her bearings, she steps away. With a mind of her own she heads the opposite way.

Fovin comes to himself as a dragonet comes near. He freezes, and finally notices his painful feet.

Melina watches both greens, grinning widely. She pulls again on Buteo and Felan's arms, "She looks like she might grow to be quite the flirt" she muses.

R'lym oohs! "Another Bronze!" He looks around at the chaos and smiles, "Wonderful.."

Buteo takes a step away from Melina, though he doesn't shake off her hand. "Yeah," he agrees.

The sound of creeling hatchlings filling the air, two more dragons break free of their shards, a Green and a Brown. The Green finds her legs more quickly then the other and moves toward a young Harper Apprentice. The Brown follows his Clutchmate and finds his lifemate promptly: a young lady from a mountain cothold.

Determined Tiger Lily Green Dragonet turns her head back to her sister and bugles, but elsewhere there si someone who needs her. Someone whose caring and love she seeks and who she wants to protect, and be protected by.

Gala tries to keep her eyes on just about anything but the dragonetts - they just make her more nervous. She watches Fovin as he appears to be approached by one of the hatchlings.

Fovin gulps, seeing a hatchling near him.

Determined Tiger Lily Green Dragonet steps up beside Nitan, and nudges him gently in the knees.

The Determined Tiger Lily Green Dragonet stares deeply into Nitan's eyes.

Willem tugs his ear, absent mindedly, as his eyes sweep the sands, always returning to the Earthen Brown.

Melina's attention is drawn once again to the Tiger Lily green and she watches her friend impress happily.

The Yellow Mullein Egg, standing close to Aurelinth, shifts slightly in the sand.

Seaylin follows the green's determined progres and starts smiling. She moves carefully away from Nitan to give them more room.

A Blue dragonet takes a very long time, inspecting a group of candidates very critically it seems. After some time, the dragon finally stumbles over a boy who'd gone out to try and help another candidate who had fallen down - and instantly, the impression is made.

The Yellow Mullein Egg quivers from time to time, but with less energy than the other eggs, as if unwilling to hatch.

Kheldar, now that the Coltsfoot egg has released its prisoner, spares an amused glance for the huckleberry blue, but his eyes are drawn once again to the earthen brown. He draws his shoulders back, forcibly reminding himself that if the dragon for him is on the sands, it will find him.

A first tentative crack appears in the Yellow Mullein Egg and then a second, before all movement stops once again.

Fovin glances back to the tiger lily. His expression is strange as Nitan seems to be chosen, but it settles into full-hearted congratulation.

Willem's attention is drawn to the Yellow Mullein Egg but he looks away when it stops moving.

The Gregarious Earthen Brown Dragonet stumbles, skittering directly into the reluctant Yellow Mullein Egg, causing the egg to break open. The brown lands face down on the sands beside the small blue body that was housed within shell.

Tayor takes a deep breath and shifts his feet for the first time, more out of nervousness than the heat. His hands swipe uselessly at thesoaking robes as he smiles at the nearby Candidates.

M'rgan moves swiftly across the Sands as he sees the green near Nitan. He pauses a moment, making sure, but then his lifemate on the ledges tells him that it is so. "What is her name, N'tan."

Uncertain Cloud Brushed Blue Dragonet

With a hide looking as if someone painted a summer sky over the surface, bright sky-blue dances with opaque sworls of gentle white, culminating in an underbelly almost completely white. Jeweled eyes opened wide to the uncertainty of the adventure of his new life outside the shards, he moves nervously and awkwardly. For right now, his roly-poly body doesn't seem to obey his commands. Slightly short of tail and neck, his oversized cirrus-swept wings are truly his most distinctive feature.

Taelenna claps for Nitan's Impression happily, cheering softly for her friend.

Zyrieth rumbles, then croons encouragement to the babies around him to find their mates.

Amiable Huckleberry Blue Dragonet passes on the girl he looked at and instead walks up to a young man with a proud stance. That's it, he thinks and lunges forward!

N'tan looks up into the Galleries briefly, a slight grin on his face, "Dad...you're her.." His knees get bumped and he looks downward to see a green Hatchling. He falls to his knees, which now begin to get baked on the hot sands, "Always...yes Zuzith..always! I love you too!" He looks up to the crowd, proclaiming, "Her name is Zuzith!"

Kheldar frowns slightly, concerned both for the brown and for the tentative new blue

Melina winces at the little brown and whispers, "Poor little thing. I hope he's ok" She restrains herself from going forward to help the little one. He'll be ok.

Suzot's feet shuffle in the hot sands. Luckily she seems to have forgotten - for the moment at least - the crowded stands full of people, and is watching as Nitan Impresses the small Green. One corner of her mouth pulls back...was that a smile? No...Suzot never smiles. But maybe it was, after all; she mouths, "Well done, N'tan."

Gala ohs softly at the poor little blue, hoping that he isnt hurt.

Silora murmurs congratulations to Nitan, though the noise and chaotic movements around her make it so it's possible the candidate...weyrling doesn't hear her. She speaks his new name to herself as if committing it to memory, then nods. "Zuzith, lovely."

Willem frowns slightly when the Brown bangs into the egg but relaxes when the Brushed Blue hatchling emerges.

Amiable Huckleberry Blue Dragonet stumbles into Javan, nearly knocking the Ruathan over. His creel is appologetic, but there is longing in his heart.

Buteo sends a wave in N'tan's direction before wiping at his brow with a sleeve.

N'tan smiles like he's never felt this kind of happiness. He pushes a locke of hair behind his ear. "M'rgan, she's really hungry. Can I, can I feed her now?"

The Amiable Huckleberry Blue Dragonet stares deeply into Javan's eyes.

Vytol exhales as the Blue impresses, happy for Javan, but immediately shifting his focus to the Brown.

M'rgan smiles at the name, reassuring both dragon and weyrling as he helps them towards the weyr. "Right this way. Right this way."

Seaylin simply takes it all in, her tense stance relaxing some. She starts bouncing excitedly as the Amiable Blue bumps into Javan.

Zuzith moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Zuzith has left.

Melina smiles, watching the blue. Another whisper, this time to Felan, "Oh.. Javan.. that's /wonderful/"

Willem smiles softly as two of his friends impress in succession.

N'tan strolls down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

N'tan has left.

J'van falls to his unprotected knees to proclaim to no one in particular, "His name is Tavelth!"

Kila watches as two more of her friends impress. She moves closer to a small girl from High Reaches Hold and watches the remaining eggs and dragonets on the sands, together.

Fovin looks back and forth between the cloudy blue and the tropical green. He turns as he hears J'van's shout. "Good!" he mouths.

Two boys, who have been giving a particularly young boy a hard time all throughout the candidating, finally push the lad down in an effort to get to a Bronze which is close to their group. The Bronze creels and careens through the two, knocking them aside, in an effort to get at the fallen lad, a Weaver's son from Nabol. The lad, who can't be a day over .. uh, 11, looks up and smiles at the Bronze as the impression is made.

The Uncertain Cloud Brushed Blue Dragonet trembles where he still crouches, his shards strewn about. Unprepared for such a hasty emergence, he lifts his head ever so slowly to peek out, only at the Gregarious Earthen Brown beside him.

As N'tan leads his new mindmate away, Suzot returns her sweeping, searching gaze to the remaining Candidates...and Hatchlings and Eggs. She pulls her arms backwards, clasping her hands behind her back as the Earthen Brown falls and rights himself.

A smile, slightly sad, but happy nonetheless follows J'van's impression to Tavelth. Seaylin turns back to the other dragonets and the dwindling numbers of candidates softly chanting names to help her remember the new pairings.

Silora chuckles as Javan Impresses nearby, tucking her hair behind her ears and lifting her skirts to move closer to him and offer congratulations. Meantime, a young High Reaches Hold girl backs away from an overzealous green and Silora's hard pressed to keep her in the circle. She murmurs encouragement. "They'll not hurt you if you keep on your toes...look, more hatching."

Emotions come easier as the Hatching moves on, it seems, for Taelenna smiles widely at J'van and Tavelth, calling, "Congratulations!" in her soft voice.

R'lym has partially disconnected.

Willem watches the Blue and Brown hatchlings, almost grinning at the Blue's behavior.

M'rgan hurries back on to the Sands, just in time for Tavelth's name to be proclaimed. His boots kick up a great deal of sand as he strides quickly over to the two of them. He hunches down near the former guard, extending a hand to the young man. "J'van, is he hungry? Come this way."

Tayor's lips curl into a smile as he watches the two draconic brothers meet for the first time.

J'van gets back up, ooohing at his burnt knees. He leads his new lifemate out, sparing a disbelieving smile for Seaylin and the other candies.

J'van strolls down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

J'van has left.

Kheldar moves in a step or two to close the gaps in the semi-circle, eyes still anxiously following the unfortunate duo lying in the shards of the yellow egg

Sensual Tropical Waterfall Green Dragonet swishes her tail in the sands behind her, in a sultry fashion for such a young green. She looks up to the galleries, at all the dragons above and croons.

Tavelth moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Tavelth has left.

Gala reaches back to lift her heavy braid from her hot neck, waving it around a bit to make a breeze. She looks around at what is left of the eggs, noting that not one hatchling has even come near her. She gives up and looks back into the stands, trying to smile at the few faces she recognises there.

Fovin grins in delight at the sensual green's boldness.

Melina blinks at the little green and is suddenly taken by the giggles. Another tug, softer this time though, "See.. I told you she'd flirt"

Sweat glissens on Willem's forehead.

Kila laughs at the green and says, softly, "Those already -have- riders, you know.."

Buteo sighs, probably wishing he could be flirting...but she's already gone. "You're right," he tells Melina.

M'rgan's breath starts to come out a little heavier as he rushes back in. He pauses at the edge of the Sands, mindful of appearances, and slowly strides back to position. This time though he doesn't move all the way to the other side but motions another of the weyrlingmasters to take that end.

Gregarious Earthen Brown Dragonet warbles to his younger brother, appologetically for his stumble. Righting himself he steps away but then looks back to the blue. He is pulled by his heart and mind forward, but someting makes him keep looking back, so he walks blindly forward, not seeing where he is going.

Seaylin shakes her head at the flirty green. "Whoever gets that one is going to have a time with her."

Fovin watches the blue and brown. He's ready to dodge the blue.

Willem has disconnected.

R'lym folds his arms across his chest, watching the scene around him. As he notices a Brown Impress to a he'd had particular hopes for he nods with satisfaction.

Silora chuckles to herself at M'rgan's huffing a bit, hiding it behind her hand as he comes near her end of the semicircle. She seems to think a bit, then brushes some clinging sand off her skirts, obviously not too comfortable in this sort of attire. But soon the hatchlings and their antics have her attentions again.

Willem has connected.

Kheldar smiles slightly as the brown stands, apparently none the worse for his misadventure. The smile widens slightly as his apologetic warble, and Kheldar gazes at the brown for several long moments, before glancing at the blue and then back to the gregarious hatchling again.

Tayor watches the brown's advance, his fingers compulsively tightening on his robes, balling the material into his fists as he watches, always eager to see where and with who any individual dragonet will end up.

From an egg explodes a very dull Brown - so dull that it seems to get lost in the background of the cavern walls. Dull only refers to the tint of this dragon, however, as it skips out of its shell deftly for what will be a large dragon. Without too much fanfare he settles on a boy from the BakerCraft.

Taelenna looks over to Seaylin and grins briefly, hurriedly turning back to follow the path of the brown and stepping backwards tentatively with a wipe of her damp hands on her robe.

Melina suddenly tenses, watching the brown. He murmers something about watching where he's going and mutters the reason, "very sharp claws.."

Uncertain Cloud Brushed Blue Dragonet raises his head and looks upwards to his dam, hovering right above her. Uncertain of the world around him, he resists that first step as he resisted coming from his shard.

Suzot watches the Earthen Brown with his clumsy, overlarge feet, apologizing to his clutchmate. Her brows draw together as she watches to see whether the Blue will rise quickly.

Gala is cheered as one of her Craftmates Impresses, and she gives the boy from the Bakercraft a bright smile. Not that he notices, of course.

Fovin leans forward, silently encouraging the uncertain blue. He glances back at the green often.

Vytol dodges a green that's interested in a younger girl near him, and his gaze is drawn to the sky-blue dragonet approaching his first step.

Kila sighs a little bit, eyes fixated now on the green that looked up into the ledges, waiting for what she will do.

Buteo shifts his weight from foot to foot anxiously, taking another glance to the exit passage.

Melina feels a pull on her hand and she turns to watch in amazement as Felan lets go to stare deep into the eyes of a tiny blue. She smiles and looks back at the brown, repeating Felan, now F'lan's words, "very sharp claws"

Sensual Tropical Waterfall Green Dragonet warbles to Seaylin in a "you don't say" manner. And moves forward, more curious. Realizing that the other dragons are quicly impressing, she is moved into action and makes her decision. Yes. This one.

The Sensual Tropical Waterfall Green Dragonet stares deeply into Seaylin's eyes.

Fovin gulps, and lets disappointment show before he can turn it to happiness for Seaylin.

Melina glances over toward the little flirty one again and smile smiles proudly. Another good friend impressed. She looks at Buteo, deciding against another tug and watches the brown again.

Gala has disconnected.

Seaylin winks at Tael and crosses her arms over her chest just as the flirty green approaches her. She stares down and blinks several times. "Oh...oh my." Seaylin's smile beams out to all and she leans down to stare deeply into the green's eyes. "She says her name is Maraseth." Seay grins. "Maraseth!"

Taelenna inhales sharply as her friend Impresses the flirty green, moving back quickly to give Seaylin and her new lifemate room. When she finally finds her voice, she whispers to the Candidate -- now Weyrling -- "Oh, Seay..."

A Green dragon bounds enthusiastically out of her shell, only to stumble and fall less than ten feet from her egg. She warbles, shocked more than anything, then creels as a particular girl off to the side seems to catch her fancy. Enthusiasm regained, she picks herself up and bounds over to the lanky 'Reaches girl and stares deeply into her eyes.

Small bits of shell fall away in a quiet rain, the sound lost in the excitement and noise in the cavern. The dark curled body stirs, wings opening as the tail shakes off the last bits of shell. Still damp, the true color of this dragonet begins to emerge, a dark forest green.

Wiry Forest Shadows Green Dragonet

This dragonet's green hide seems to draw the shadows into its depths, creating a fascinating display of light and dark as if reflecting a sunset over a dark forest. Her body is long and sleek, her young muscles pulsing, displaying strength and purpose in every move. As her wings spread slightly, the dark hues melt into the silken silvery green of a blade of mountain grass. The color ripples across her wingsails, the trailing edges fade into a lighter hue that has an iridescent gleam. Her streamlined, wedge-shaped head swings back and forth in a deep green streak, while looking out at the world with furiously whirling eyes.

Willem is dancing back and forth to cool his feet along with all the other candidates, barely aware he's even doing it as he intently watches the hatchlings searching for their lifemates. At Seaylin's Iimpression, he breaks into a wide smile.

Gregarious Earthen Brown Dragonet still not looking where he is going, walks right into a handful of candidates. Surprised, he trips again, landing this time on his back. He looks up at the face above him and warbles.

Gala has connected.

The Gregarious Earthen Brown Dragonet stares deeply into Kheldar's eyes.

Fovin stares at the wiry green, calmed by her dark forest hide.

Silora quirks an eyebrow at the Sensual green's actions, perhaps thinking of how interesting it'll be teaching that one the ropes. Then she pauses, watches the green make her choice..."Seaylin!" She hovers near, waiting for the name, and then adds a "Maraseth" to her congratulations. Murmuring to the new pair, she helps them to the passageway, careful of the green's sinuously-moving tail.

Suzot's ear is drawn by Taelenna's voice, and she turns to see Seaylin's Impression, but barely misses it. Her arms cross over her abdomen surreptitiously, forming a poor shield between herself and the others as she attempts to smile.

A feeling of exultation washes over you in an unexpected dance of joy. Tears spring unbidden to dry and thirsty eyes. Pure bliss fills your heart and mind as you drink deeply and find the supply has not waned. Long hours of chores and anxious waiting are ripped away and understanding comes in a blink.

The steady torrent of raw jubilation crystalizes into a voice you can almost recognize like a returning dream. « My name is Leventh. We are together always. » You answer the soft voice of the Gregarious Earthen Brown from the depth of yourself and your secret hopes. The reflections of care and tenderness sharpen the vision of your own spirit and you look to find more courage and patience than you have ever known.

Kila smiles for Seaylin, then watches as two more greens come out; one impresses quickly but the wiry green captures her attention quickly, coming out her shell.

Tayor smiles softly, his eyes still roaming the sands, he watches each Impression with a slightly crestfallen look, but his smile remains intact and in place as it always does.

Kheldar sinks to his knees in the shock of a total union. Shortly, he breaks into a ecstatic smile. "He says.. he says that his name is Leventh!" Hesitantly, Kheldar reaches out a hand to pet his brown lifemate

Melina watches in happy amazement as yet another green makes her way to Pern. Her eyes don't linger long, though, as she's still concerned by the brown who's not paying attention. She suddenly sees the brown's impression to Kheldar and smiles widely. Another friend, good.

M'rgan waves off the assistant weyrlingmaster that starts to approach Kheldar, reserving the new brownrider for himself. Weyrlingmaster's priviledge and all that. He waddles over to the man, moving with the walk of someone who's been standing in place for too long and has warmed the soles of his feet. "He's a strong looking brown, K'dar," he tells the man, giving him his honorific.

Seaylin reaches out slowly and strokes along the still damp skin, a loving smile encompassing her face. Several minutes pass before she looks up with a frown. "Maraseth wants..." Confusion ripples over her expression as she stares around blankly. "Where?" Seay never completes her sentence, just expecting everyone to know her partner needs.

Vytol watches the Cloud-Brushed Blue as he dries in the heat of the Sands, seeming to be a perfect extension of the sky among the semicircle of candidates.

Willem smiles and nods in approval at the Earthen Brown's choice for a lifemate in Kheldar.

Maraseth moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Maraseth has left.

Aurelinth looks down the the Uncertain Cloud Brushed Blue under her, and croons motheringly. She dips her head down to nuzzle him, comfort him and make him feel safe, but only long enough for him to get to his feet and take some wobbly steps forward.

Seaylin meanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Seaylin has left.

M'rgan offers his hand to the new weyrling, murmuring something about food and oil in the weyr.

Buteo watches the impressions around him with a dazed smile. "It's all happening so fast," he murmurs.

K'dar stands slowly, grinning at M'rgan with overflowing jubilation. "He is! Another 'Reaches brown to win"

Silora nods to Seaylin in the girl's confusion, pointing and leading the way as Maraseth moves toward food. "The passageway...there's food, oil, and a bit of quiet there." As the new weyrling finds her way, Sil finds her way back onto the sands to watch again, hands fluttering gracefully around her curly hair for a moment as if trying to fix it.

Melina nods, wordlessly hearing Buteo. Her smile has faded slightly, missing F'lan now.

R'lym chuckles. "Seems several need some 'help' there.."

Uncertain Cloud Brushed Blue Dragonet walks, no, nearly rolls forward, trying to find love and encouragment from a special candidate. One who could love him, and him alone. He avoids looking up, avoids looking to the candidate's faces. But the need propells him.

Taelenna claps for K'dar and Leventh, staring at the new pair for a moment, then turns to watch the uncertain blue and his golden mother with a soft smile. "Aww..." she whispers, tilting her head.

Two Greens seem to emerge at almost the same time from adjoining eggs. Creeling together, they fall out of their shells and immediately travel over to a group of girls. One breaks off to the left and impresses a red-haired girl from the Harpers, while the other selects a short, brown-haired girl from Healer Hall.

Melina steps back from the blue, tugging on Buteo's arm to get him out of the way of an impending collision.

Gala reluctantly decides to close the gaps between her and what Candidates are left. She moves a little closer to Suzot, and strikes a similar pose with her arms folded across her chest while she waits.

Buteo blinks at the blue, following Melina's tug.

Kila laughs at the blue dragonet that goes to confer with mom before looking at the candidates. It never hurts to ask.

Kelsy stays right where she's been standing the whole time.

Vytol focuses completely on the Blue, his only movement the brief rocking that indicates his sandals aren't much cooler than the sand they're on.

Tayor releases his robes from his death grip and watches the swiftly dwindling number of hatchlings on the sands all find lifemates of their own.

Wiry Forest Shadows Green Dragonet unfolds her wings and stands, though her tail is still wrapped around one foot. She bursts forward, and it is the strength of her muscles, unusual in one so young, which keep her from falling due to the entanglement. Swiftly she appraches the candidates.

K'dar walks slowly off the sands, pausing every few steps to gaze lovingly at his lifemate

Leventh moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Leventh has left.

Suzot, now the tallest Candidate left Standing, looks around at her shorter comrades, particularly the one who's just come to stand near her. This time she doesn't move away from the nearness.

Fovin is mesmerized by the dark green. He starts rubbing his scarred thumb nervously.

Uncertain Cloud Brushed Blue Dragonet peeks upward, looking at Tayor and Taelenna, then looks down again.

M'rgan escorts K'dar and Leventh into the weyr before turning right back around and trudging back out. He spots one of the greens Impressing on the far side of the clutch but lets the assistant over there handle it as he wipes at some sweat trickling down from his hairline with the back of his hand. His blue Gather shirt is already showing darker stains in many places.

Willem keeps alert for any dragonets heading his way, trying not to lose his smile and hope as a green streaks past him to Impress another.

Tayor raises an eyebrow and carefully...very carefully looks down at the blue which seems to be eyeing him with such interest.

Melina watches her two friends and the blue carefully. Which one will it pick? She swallows hard, ready to cheer for either one.

A swift Blue sheds his shell within seconds and is out onto the sands seeking out his lifemate. After a moment, the Blue is around a circle of candidates, looking at each one carefully, creeling. He noses his way between two stunned boys to a small girl standing behind the circle of candidates and gazes deeply into her eyes.

Kila looks up at Suzot, recognizing the girl as she moves closer, away from the empty space that was her area.

Suzot slides Kila a vaguely comforting nod.

Taelenna looks to Tayor at her side, whispering, "Good luck," then down at the uncertain blue with the same soft smile.

Buteo shoves up a sleeve for the last time, anchoring it on his shoulder. Much better.

Kila gives Suzot her best smile, then looks back out at the dwindling number of unmatched dragons and scatters of egg shards which populate the still-hot sands.

Wiry Forest Shadows Green Dragonet passes harpers and weavers, weyr children and holdbred boys and girls. It is a a boy from a trader family that entices her. Someone with the same wandering spirit as her own. Not noticing the lump of shards under her feet she stumbles into him just as she arrives at his feet.

A Green hatchling emerges almost delicately from her egg. She takes the time to actually pick off some of the shards from her wings and body before proceeding forward. Only after a testy *warble* in the direction of Aurelinth does she continue on towards the candidates, eventually impressing to a certain Nabol girl who had earned the reputation around the Weyr during candidacy of being very, very meticulous.

The Wiry Forest Shadows Green Dragonet stares deeply into Willem's eyes.

R'lym has reconnected.

Fovin sighs. He likes Willem, too. The wiry green has good judgment.

Melina looks idly around and notices the green near Willem. She begins to smile again, a happy tear streaks down her face at her very good friend's impression.

Uncertain Cloud Brushed Blue Dragonet approaches the feet of the candidate he preferred. Crooning piteously, he slowly looks up at her, until his eyes lock with hers.

The Uncertain Cloud Brushed Blue Dragonet stares deeply into Taelenna's eyes.

Willem blinks, then breaks into a smile of joy as he hears the voice of his lifemate speaking to him in his mind. Falling down on his knees, he lovingly cradles the green head while exclaiming, "Danaeth!! Her name is Danaeth!"

Gala glances around the Sands, her nerves starting to settle as she notices the few Canidates, and fewer Dragonetts, that are left. It looks like it's almost over...

Melina tugs at Buteo's arm, pointing from the green to the blue, "Look!" she commands.

Tayor smiles gently as he looks at Taelenna, muttering something about the blue seeming to have chosen...

Buteo jumps a bit, then does indeed look.

Suzot lifts her chin as Taelenna Impresses, then Willem, proud of her Candidate class for doing so well.

M'rgan gently reaches out to touch Silora's shoulder as he sees the blue moves towards someone special. He motions towards Willem, murmuring to her that he'll handle the new greenrider.

Fovin nods his head as he sees the blue choose.

As the chaos, activity and dust all settle on the Hatching Sands, thirty-four Eggs have all Hatched and thirty-four new pairs of Lifemates have been united forever. Once-Candidates are now Weyrlings to one Gold, three Bronze, six Brown, eight Blue and sixteen Green dragons, bonded together in heart, mind and duty as protectors of the future of Pern.

As discreetly as possible, Suzot edges towards the doorway, her only path off the hot Sands and out from under the blistering heat of sympathy. Hot, sweaty, and tall enough to stand ou among all those who didn't Impress, Suzot tries nevertheless to leave unobtrusively. She needn't worry. Who would be so unkind as to meet the eyes of the disappointed? Jenryth bumps her head against Matheny, with a happy, soft warbling.

Danaeth moves down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Danaeth has left.

Kila smiles for both Willem and Taelenna, knowing they will both be fine riders for the Weyr. She sighs again as all of the dragons find pairs and hers is out there - just not tonight.

Silora can hardly keep up with all the Impressions happening at once, and gives M'rgan a charmingly happy smile as she steps over near Taelenna who's nearer her. Beaming a bright smile at the candidate, she leans over the blue. "What's his name? I didn't catch it."

M'rgan crouches next to Willem, offering the young man his support. "That's a pretty name, W'il."

Tayor sighs, shrugs and pulls at his robe, acking at how hot it's made him and he's only now noticed. His gaze goes distant and his lips curl into a smile as he begins to whistle a tune, his mind already composing.

Fovin waits, thinking furiously. What will he do now?

Taelenna looks down at the blue with incredulous gray eyes, kneeling on the Sands heedless of the burning heat and reaching out with a trembling fingertip to touch the dragonet's eyeridges. "Vallith!" she cries joyfully, for all to hear.

Gala follows close behing Suzot, a mixture of emotions on her face as she makes her way off the Sands.

Melina slowly lets go of Buteo's arm and follows Suzot. She escaped the claws but seems to be left entirely. She holds her chin up high as she leaves, not wanting to betray herself by showing her feelings.

Buteo just kinda...stands there. Well, it was an experience. He sighs. At least he'll be able to go back to Kurian now.

W'il can't stop smiling as he nods to M'rgan, "Perfect," being led away in a daze.

W'il strolls down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

W'il has left.

Suzot strolls down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Suzot has left.

Darci sighs softly, when the eggs have all hatched.

Silora ahs, repeating the name Vallith as if testing the syllables on her tongue. For the moment she doesn't peer at any of the candidates left, helping Taelenna and her new lifemate off the sands and into the passageway.

Taelenna strolls down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

Taelenna has left.

M'rgan wanders down the passageway to the Queen's Weyr.

M'rgan has left.