Difference between revisions of "Logs:Elisanth and Chezroth's Clutch Hatches"

S'dar wanders out gauntly, skirting the eggs as he heads toward Elisanth, her rider, and his own bronze. Seeing a small pile of sand on Chezroth's snout, he blinks. "Good gracious."

The Antique Igen Vase Egg hops to one side.

The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg gives a little hop.

Randall looks about nervously. His eyebrow raises at the egg movement. "Look! Look at that!" he exclaims to anyone within earshot.

Shahryar's heart skips a beat as he catch a glimpse of his first moving egg.

Alane bows to the dam and sire and takes a place near Dendra.

The Peaceful Tidal Pool Egg rocks back and forth a few times.

The Jolly Cotholder Egg twitches slightly.

Alaric takes long strides onto the sands, Milque's hand firmly attached to his own, and stares. "Shards, those things are -moving-," he hisses to his companion as he remembers to offer a bow to the two dragons.

Tovar stops, bows at the waist to the Gold and her Mate, then follows Randall around.

Laurelin comes out of the passageway, smiling brightly, as she moves with S'dar over to where their dragons are on the hot Sands. She gives her queen a loving pat on the muzzle, and then hugs it quickly before turning around and standing next to the weyrleader to watch the Candidates.

Dendra belatedly bows to Elisanth and Chezroth, then Laurelin and S'dar.

Shahryar formally acknolsedges the queen and bronze's presence with a curt bow before moving on.

Milque gives Alaric's hand a squeeze as she nervously pays her respects to the gold and bronze, biting her lip all the while.

Randall catches himself, and bows to the Two dragons and their mates.

Korintha goes just about the same shade as her robe, swaying a bit as she walks out onto the sands. She bows to sire and dame, just able to right herself without falling over and passing out. "Sharp shards, this is... you know, /it/." Swallow, breath, conscious.

The Stones of Fort Hold Egg shudders once.

Chezroth shakes the sand from his nose and watches excitedly as his rider and the Weyrwoman approach the two dragons. He then turns his attention to the Candidates who are bowing before him. He bobs his head at each one, nosing them toward the eggs... it is they who are meant to be receiving the Candidates' attention.

Kallen bows to both the Gold and Bronze before following the rest of the candidates to the lines around the eggs. His eyes immediately move to the movement of the eggs. His place in line ends up behind Alane and Dendra, more candidates lineing beside him.

The Racing Runnerbeast Egg shudders once.

The High Reaches Spring Meadow Egg shudders once.

Arana only just stops herself from falling into the sands as her toe catches in a small rut, blushing slightly as she, quickly, turns to offer a quick, hurried bow to the golden Elisanth, and her mate Chezroth, and finally to their riders, before taking her place in the semi-circle near Tiren.

The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg hops to one side.

Milque gives Alaric's hand a little tug as she moves towards one end of the semicircle.

Shahryar continues on to form the semicircle around the eggs.

Ysanaan steps out almost unbeleiving onto the hot sands. He shuffles along until he reaches sight of the dam and sire. At which point then bows respectfully to the two and finds a place next to Korintha in the growing line of candidates about the eggs. Did that one just move?

Randall stands directly in the center fo the group. His eyes go to the jolting and hopping eggs.

Alaric raises his gaze toward the stands, eyes narrowing and searching for a fleeting moment, then up above at the ledges; when it becomes apparent he's not going to find what he wants in that sea of faces, he falls into the loose semicircle his fellow Candidates are forming and watches the eggs do the rock-and-roll. And his feet pick up and settle down constantly on the hot sands, like a small dance.

The High Reaches Seven Spindles Egg shudders once.

The Whorled Woodscape Egg shivers a bit.

Rilsa has arrived.

Tovar steps around to Randall's left, shifting slightly on his feet.

Randall places his hand on Tovars shoulder.

Tiren bows toward both Chezroth and Elisanth, carefully done, then follows Arana toward the semi-circle, putting his hand in hers again and heaving a very large sigh.

Shahryar takes a few deep breaths, just before he begins the hot-sands dance.

Korintha thrusts her hand out, somewhat for balance, somewhat for comfort-tangeling it into Alaric's. Moving into that semicircle, she grins sheepeshly at the boy, then turns to regard the other at her side. Her wan smile is for Ysan, now.

Eira watches those who go before her and imitates their bows. She fines a place in the semi circle and pulls a foot up for inspection... just to make sure she's not causing serious injury to herself.

The Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg gives a little hop.

Tovar looks at Randall and grins, his face flushed.

Milque shuffles her feet rapidly, she wonders why it feels the sands are hotter now than for any time they came out to touch the eggs.

Randall contnues to take deep breaths as he watches the eggs.

Laurelin watches, excitedly. She leans over to S'dar. "There are so many of them!" she says, smiling up at him.

Arana has disconnected.

Dendra stands still, the insulation in her shoes protecting her feet and nerves keeping the rest of her body frozen. Only her eyes are moving, darting from egg to egg, checking for cracks that might signal a need to get out of the way!

Alaric starts as his free hand is claimed by Korintha, momentarily blanching. "Sorry, I was worried about those, you know, VSCs." Then he turns back toward the eggs and their bobbling. And let's not forget the big dragons.

Arana has connected.

The Waters off Tillek Point Egg jerks to one side a little.

Rilsa steps onto the sands following the tail end of the Candidate group. After scanning to make sure everyone is in place, she takes her place near the entranceway of the sands to watch and lead.

The Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg gives a gentle shudder, where it rests cradled in the warm sand.

S'dar leans back against Laurelin, wrapping an arm about her. "I'll never tire of watching this sort of magic," he admits.

Korintha chuckles a bit, that light headed tone to its quality. "No, not yet at least."

Randall takes his hand off Tovars shoulder and squats onto his haunches, watching.

The Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg tilts and falls over sideways, slowly, as if through water, then is motionless once more.

Alane turns to give Alaric a grin. A moving egg distracts her from a VSC comment.

Shahryar murmers to Randall, "So which one do you think will bifirst?"

Tovar folds his hands in front of him, waiting nervously for the first of the dragons to emerge.

A slight -crack- is heard above the general noise, and a series of small fissures begin running across the surface of the Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg, spreading from a small hole where a tiny snout can be seen poking out.

Ysanaan returns the smiles and then gazes out to the rocking eggs, face flushing.

Arana watches everything very intently as she shifts from foot to foot on the hot sands.

Laurelin looks very pleased, and little flustered, as S'dar puts his arm around her. She leans against him, nodding agreement.

Randall looks up to Shahryar. He shrugs. "Hard to say. One never can tell."

Fissures rapidly spread across the entire shell of the Apprentice's Glass-Blown Egg, and the hole widens suddenly and forcefully, the egg shattering in one movement and falling away, exposing the glistening green body that was inside.

The Keroon Farmstead Egg shivers a bit.

Alaric tosses a wink at Alane, trying to be cavalier, then he starts again when that crack is followed by shards dropping away from an egg. "Faranth's teeth, there's...that's a little dragon in there...."

Dendra sees the glass egg crack, and her whole body tenses. Luckily, it isn't right next to her so she isn't in any immediate danger.

Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet

A dainty darling, delicate as spun glass, this green is small even for a dragon of her color. Pale peridot shares run their gamut on this fragile lovely's hide, from a rich apple-green caressing headknobs and eyeridges to the barest hint of color on translucent wingsails. Fine-drawn and fragile, she is a sweetheart to her talon-tips, loving and shy. Ah, but looks can be deceiving -- shyness isn't cowardice, nor fragility faintness of heart. If she is jewel-lovely, she is also jewel-hard, jewel-sharp, jewel-priceless. A gem's bright fire burns deep in her heart, and she will give the last ounce -- the last carat -- of value to her lifemate, her world, and her Weyr.

Kallen lifts one foot then another, his gaze on the mound of eggs only. He peers closer. "Hey, I think I see a nose!" he pauses. "It's a green nose!" he hollers before quieting suddenly, blushing.

Shahryar pose loks elated, "Oh look a Green is the first!"

Randall 's eyes widen at the newly hatched dragonet.

Alane sucks in a breath as the first hatchling emerges. "Green!"

Tiren is bumped into by the shorter Pardlen, and the taller boy steadies him, with a wan smile. "Easy, Pardlen, easy. Just stand and wa.." His voice trails off and he goes motionless. Not a long stretch of time, but long enough that when he moves again, he jerks his foot off the sands. And smiles.

Arana sighs softly as she sees the beautiful hatchling.

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.

Tovar sucks in his breath slowly, marvelled at where he is right now.

"Wow...wow." Alaric nudges the two young women on either side of him, ensuring they see the green too. "Look, Kora. Milque...a little dragon."

Randall watches the bronze intently, slowly standing to his full hieght.

Shahryar gives an applause for the recently joined pair!

Milque smiles and glances just briefly at Alaric, "I see it, she's so pretty..."

Eira blinks, this was just not what she was expecting. Her wide blue eyes stare in amazement at the dragonets.

Alane cheers. "There, one of us is a rider."

Chezroth sees a dragon hatch... and *honks!!* in surprise and excitement! S'dar jumps in surprise. "Moldy glows, Chez," he starts to say, but his attention is quickly drawn toward the priceless little green. "Wow!" he exclaims as he nudges Laurelin.

Kallen also catches sight of a bronze. "Where'd he come from?" he mutters, now not knowing which one to watch.

Rilsa, with turns of practice, leads the newly paired bronze and rider off the sands.

Dendra sees the green and the bronze, and gives silent thanks that she is temporarily safe from both. The beauty of the little green momentarity relieves her nerves.

Alaric's eyes widen at the swiftness with which that first pairing is made, and he looks a bit tenser, as if ready to make a quick move if necessary.

Korintha sucks in her cheeks. "I'm here, right? This is me -- and I'm at High Reaches Weyr -- and that's a Green Dragonnet, right? Right?!" Gack, gerg, glup!

The Sparkling Istan Coral Egg rolls halfway over.

Randall seems to be mouthing something silently to himself as he watches the Bronze.

Ysanaan ohs eyes widening as the first emerges, and then another..and he shifts his feet on teh sands, boots asorbing the mojority of the heat for now as he goggles at the newly birthed.

Tiren's chest heaves as though he's out of breath, but the hand in Arana's no longer shakes as badly, and his smile is wide. "We're going to be all right," he murmurs to her. "Just ... watch."

Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet shakes the eggshells from her glistening hide, and then takes a peek around her. So many people! So many dragons! Her eyes swirl wildly as she takes in for the very first time, everything that is outside of her egg!

Randall looks up at Tovar and Shahryar. He points at the Bornze. "He will make someone very proud. So spitited!"

Shahryar nodnods, "He made his choice very fast."

Molleny has arrived.

Tovar nods, grinning, "Aye."

Arana nods her head and holds Tiren's hand tighter, "I know we will."

A small bronze prances his way across the sand, stopping to paw at it thoughtfully once away from his shell. Looking up, he glances around with a questioning croon and continues his journey to a small cluster of older boys and chirrups a cheerful but uncertain greeting to his lifemate. The man, for he has about twenty turns, blinks in surprise but grins and softly repeats the bronze's name for all to hear.

Shahryar applauds as yet another bronze has found his lifemate.

Alane watches for dragonettes coming her way, preparing to dodge if need be. A smile is directed as another of her friends impresses.

Shoulders bunching, Alaric leans a bit nearer to look at the green dragonet, gulping down some of the arid air above the sands. "I can see why they say not to try to attract 'em," he confides softly to Milque and Korintha. "You just wanna call them closer..." And he twists around and flashes an unseen smile at the young man who's just snared his bronze.

The Dawn over Seminole Hold Egg twitches slightly.

Milque nods rapidly as she grips Alaric's hand tightly, "Those claws do look ever so sharp..."

Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet looks around again, a little dazedly, but she quickly gets her bearings. An irresistable urge carries her towards a group of humans. Something tells her this is where she needs to go. Her awkward little body takes a lurch forward, then another, and then she seems to find her legs all at once.

The Gaseous Southern Marshes Egg twitches slightly.

Tovar raises up onto the balls of his feet, suddenly remembering every tale he has ever heard of dragonnette claws.

The Skein of Vines Egg shakes from side to side for a moment.

Dendra looks at the tiny green dragonet, and a look of wonder appears in her eyes. She's never seen a baby dragon this close before!

Korintha laughs softly, sighing. "Yeah... sort of compulsive, isn't it." She sighs again, watching the dragons emerge from their shells and into the world.

Shahryar shifts his eyes fromt he little green dragonet to the mound of moving eggs trying to watch them all at once.

Kallen remembers to exhale. Inhale, exhale. He watches with very litttle movement, save his feet lifting one at a time. His gaze catches sight of the green, lips twitching in a smile, nervousness still written all over his face.

Pardlen, beside Tiren, appears to have developed a case of the hiccups, and he claps his hand, wide-eyed, over his mouth. Tiren grins, and reaches out to clap him on the shoulder. "Look there," he says of the green dragonet, "have you ever seen a green like that before? 'sbeautiful, hey?"

"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.

Randall smiles at the new pairs.

Alane grins. "I guess Carianna finally gets to see her baby dragons."

Alaric's eyes dart this way and that as he stares across the sands at the action happening all over; he just shakes his head and barks out a nervous laugh.

Chezroth is lucky that his tail is anchored to Elisanth's, because it seems as though if he could, he'd trot across the Sands and nudge the tiny green dragon on its way toward the Candidates with his snout. Instead, he sits upright, watching with his full attention.

Molleny shifts her feet on the hot sands, trying to bring herself some kind of relief. Trying to keep her attention on the eggs and the dragonets and her feet takes concentration. "Shells, she's lovely."

Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet carries herself forward, seemingly intent on breaking through the circle of humans at a breakneck speed. At the last moment, however, she pulls up, her head twisting back behind her as if she missed something. There...a boy standing there among a few others. He seems....interesting.

Ysanaan tugs at his robe. A glance down the line reveals impressions already "They're so fast.." he whispers softly tryign to keep track of any movements near him, remembering what he has been told.

The Nabolese Red Apple Egg shivers a bit.

Korintha looks over several bodies next to her to grin at Alane. "But she misses her swiming." With a wink, she returns her attention quickly to the surging masses before her.

Molleny has reconnected.

Alaric peers, swallowing as the pretty green seems to have spotted someone she likes. He looks around, his smile tenative, then turns back to the green.

The Antique Igen Vase Egg shudders once.

Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet turns around and looks at a boy who is tugging at his robe, her eyes swirling fast.

Molleny has partially disconnected.

Alane points the Red Apple Egg. "I touched that one," she says to anyone in general.

The Pretty Peridot Green Dragonet stares deeply into Ysanaan's eyes.

Kallen seems ready to dodge the Pretty Peridot Green as she coems charging. He watches her Impress, beaming a smile to her chosen.

Shahryar chears!

Alane grins as the green impresses, and to her new lifemate.

Dendra grins as one of her friends makes a lifemate!

"Is she...is she looking at Ysanaan??" Alaric asks to Korintha and Milque, voice piercing in surprise. "I mean, is she really looking at him???"

Tovar smiles, clapping his hands for Ysanaan.

Arana watches the hatchlings with awe on her face. The heat of the sands hardly register in her mind with the excitement of the moment. She smiles as she watches Ysanaan and there lifemate find each other.

Milque smiles across the arc at Ysanaan and whispers loudly to him. "I think she is!"

Randall looks from Tovar to Shahryar. "I can hardly take the anticipation! It's driveing me crazy!" He looks and clapps as well For Ysanaan.

A Minecraft lad finds himself avoiding dragonets left and right as those in his cluster are quickly chosen. Then he looks out to see a green hatch and blinks as she barrels right up to him and gives a cute little twitter-croon as he announces her name with glee.

Korintha beams widely, "Ysan!" she calls out to him, answering Alaric all in once. "Yes, yes, Ysan-she chose Ysan!" Hope Alaric's arm is superglued on -- 'cause she's pulling hard enough to perhaps yank it off.

Alaric ow ow ow ow. "Kora...I'm on the other enda that..."

S'dar grins as Ysanaan Impresses the green. "Way to go!" he says, hopping a bit on the balls of his feet beside Laurelin. "You found him!"

"Yer wha... oh," Kora lets up. A bit. She's still 'inanely' grinning.

Laurelin just smiles, her eyes bright as the little green finds Ysanaan.

Alane tries to watch everything at once and remember all she was told while grinning from ear to ear for her friend.

Tiren laughs aloud. "Huzzah, Ysan!"

The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg shudders slightly, and then falls over.

Molleny comes trotting out onto the sands sucking on her thumb, frowning a little. She barely remembers to bow as she approaches the other candidates.

Ys'aan stops tugging and looks down hesitantly at the lovely green so suddenly close, so suddenly...he gasps "Cas..Castynth?" Disbelief as he is overwhelmed, kneeling down he reaches out to touch such a wonderful being.

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.

Randall rubbs his chin nervously.

Shahryar scanns the mound of eggs, his attention again diverted.

Kallen looks back to the mound of eggs, trying to determine if one has moved or cracked.

The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg continues to shudder, the shaking increasing until it seems the shell is vibrating from the movement within it.

The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg rocks back and forth a few times.

Alane eyes catch the movement of the Fingerpaint Egg. "That's my favorite egg!" She nearly yanks Dendra's arm off pointing.

Rilsa returns from depositing the latest pair to watch the next impression. Her lips form a smile as she extends her arm toward the passageway. "Congratulations, Ys'aan and Castynth" she says.

Suddenly a whispered crackling comes from the Fingerpainted Littles' Egg as a series of fine lines spread rapidly across the hard surface of the shell from a central point, covering it within moments.

Alaric keeps grinning back at Ys'aan and his lifemate, then, remembering the need for self-preservation, he returns his attention to the sands.

The Fingerpainted Littles' Egg fairly falls apart from shaking, the bits of shell falling away from the small glistening blue body revealed inside it.

Dendra ow ow ows and says, "I see, I see! But I need that arm if I'm gonna fly!"

Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet

Cloudless welkin shades drift breezily over the lissome muscles of this blue's still-damp hide while hyblaen quartz of a cool nature bejewels the immature chine that drifts along his neck, back and tail. Lustrous tinctures of a tourmaline azure twine and tangle themselves into the gossamer landscape of arctic wings. Freed at last from the constraints of his egg this dauntless, unfledged blue gives a vigorous shake of crystalline hued tail and wings. No impulsiveness here -- he stands still for a moment as if to take measure of those before him, and then once he makes up his mind he ventures forth across the sands on a fearless quest to find his lifemate. Although this young dragon's movements would be best described at the moment as ungainly there are still moments when the easy alacrity he is likely to obtain with maturity shines through.

Tovar wows, "A blue!"

Shahryar says "Oh look Alane, It's a blue!"

Kallen's tounge darts out to moisten quickly drying lips as he watches more eggs crack, hatch and the inhabitants Impresse. One particular blue catches his eye just as he hatches. "Oh..." he breathes. "I've never seen such a blue."

Randall draws in a breath. "Wow."

Milque smiles and tugs alaric by his arm in the other direction, "Oh look, it's a blue!"

Castynth has left.

The Whorled Woodscape Egg twitches slightly.

Korintha states the obvious, "Another! A blue!" She resumes tring to detach Alaric from his arm.

Rilsa has left.

Alaric whistles long and low and says reverently, "Wow, that's a...wow, that's a gorgeous blue dragone...ow, Kora!"

Alane looks sorrowfully at Dendra and almost misses the blue hatchling. "Sorry," is her quick apology as she turns to see the former resident of her 'favorite' egg emerge. "Blue!"

Ys'aan trembles but manages to stand and totter towards the passageway with his lifemate.

Ys'aan has left.

Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet rises from the shells of his egg like he is emerging from deep water, slowly and thougthfully. The manner in which he surveys his surrounding gives you the impression that this one is not an impulsive dragonet, to be sure.

Molleny removes her thumb from her mouth and wipes it on her robe, rising to her tiptoes to see around or over her taller peers. "What's happened so far?" she murmurs excitedly to the nearest. "I didn't want to get my cut on my robe."

Rilsa has arrived.

A green and a blue cross paths trying to find their lifemates, creeling at each other and their dam before they glimpse two figures. A boy and a girl of the Igen variety and good friends soon find themselves kneeling a nd hugging their new lifemates and sobbing their names with overwhelming joy.

Alaric laughs at Milque yanking on the other hand, then just enjoys what's going on, a grin starting as his nervousness fades into excitement. "Look, look, another two just got picked!"

With all her excited leaping, Kora's feet have little worry due to scorching. On the other hand, said leaping is bad for Alaric. "Oh, sorry!"

Tiren does a little hop and shuffle to cool down his left foot, then puts it down again, grin widening impossibly. "There's hardly time to think..."

Dendra sees the blue hatch and rubs her arm to get circulation back. "Oh, look at him! He's lovely, Alane!"

Chezroth rumbles a welcome to the newest High Reaches dragon, while his rider grins like a merry soul. "Ooh, I like the shade of that one," S'dar tells Laurelin.

Shahryar says "They'll make Igen proud."

Alane remembers to lift her feet off the hot sands.

Randall shuffles his feet from side to side, watching the Blue.

Shahryar shifts his weight from side to side, trying to pay attention to the eggs and the dragonets.

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.

The Stones of Fort Hold Egg twitches slightly.

Arana tightens her hold on Tiren's hand. "This is so amazing. They are so beautiful." She then sifts from one foot to the other.

Milque shuffles back and forth on her feet, flashing a smiel at Alaric as she begins to enjoy the excitement, watching the hatching dragons with wide eyes.

Dendra still doesn't notice the heat from the Sands, thanks to her reinforced shoes. And they said it wouldn't work!

Kallen is finding it hard to determine exactly what to watch. He sees an Impression here, a Dragonet fall from his shards there and the Clarion Quartz Blue survey his surroundings. Shuffling more, he wipes beads of perspiration from his forehead before dropping his arm back to his sides. He doesn't figit too much, just opens and closes his hands into nervous fists.

Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet *seems* calm and thoughtful, but yet...but yet...his eyes whirl faster as he takes a measured look at each and every human standing within his view. And then another look, taking forever to even decide if he will ever move away from the ruins of his former abode.

Alaric rocks back and forth, both from the profusion of nervous energy he retains and from the heat on the sands below the soles of his thin sandals. Eyes narrow while he watches that blue peeking around, then he stares back at the just-emerged green.

Shahryar smiles and placeing bets with himself on who the little blue will choose.

Alane wipes her hands on her robe. It doesn't help, they're still wet. "Looks like the blue doesn't want to leave his shell. It is a nice shell, but..."

Randall shakes his head, chuckling. He points at the blue saying "Looks like he doesn't know whether he likes it out here yet."

Tovar smiles widely, standing still in his boots.

Korintha jostles Alaric more then his stately rocking. She's like an excited four turn old at a gather, and expels this energy every-which-way.

"He's not the only one," Alaric chuckles back to Randall.

Shahryar giggles, "I wonder what he would do if he doesen't?"

Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet takes a step forward, then another, then another, gaining speed as he arrows towards his destination, all thought now ceasing for the action that he has considered. Purpose and definition now are the overriding rules of his short life, as he comes closer and closer to one particular girl that he seems destined for.

Dendra murmurs, "Hunger will drive him out very soon." A drop of sweat starts to form on her right temple as she speaks.

Tiren calls over heads, "Would you? There're an awful lot of eyes on him."

Alane gets ready to dodge as the blue starts moving.

Molleny's fathomless blue-grey eyes dart everywhere as the tiny Tillekian tries to take in the entirety of the experience. "Lookit, Korintha, in't he pretty? I mean, handsome? Ooh, an' lookit that one," she adds as her gaze is stolen by an egg as it troubles its hollow in the sand.

Shahryar laughs, "Have you look at the stands yet?"

The High Reaches Weyr Lake Egg hops to one side.

Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet stops as sudden as he started. He nudges his small snout into the sweaty hands of a girl who looks frightened but who he knows will not run away....not from him.

Randall shakes his head.

The Clarion Quartz Blue Dragonet stares deeply into Alane's eyes.

Shahryar bounces up and down, "Hey Alane! He likes you! Congradulations!"

Randall watches Alane as the Dragonet glares at her, a cheer on his lips.

Tovar says "Hurrah Alane!"

Milque bounces on her feet, "Look, he's looking right at Alane!"

Bouncing a bit, Alaric cheers, "That blue's picked Alane! That blue's picked Alane!"

Now that Ysan -- Ys'aan is gone, her side is filled with Moll. "He is! Just gorgeous! And, look!" She jostles the littler Tillikan, "He went for Alane!" Jostle, tug, yank, breath.

A weyrbred lad is quickly reminded of the dragon's Very Sharp Claws by getting scratched along the leg. A hiss of pain draws the dragonet's attention and the blue creels unhappily and nuzzles the boy, obviously finding his lifemate as the slightly wounded teenager cries a name. Alaric, master of the obvious.

Arana smiles happily, "How wonderful Alane!"

Dendra woo-hoos as Alane Impresses, but not loud enough to scare the dragonet.

The Antique Igen Vase Egg rocks, one-two-three times in rapid succession.

The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg tilts to one side.

Tiren's eyebrows jet upward. "Wouldja look at that? Now there's trouble for you, trouble. Huzzah, Alane."

The Antique Igen Vase Egg rolls over, bumping the egg next to it. A solid hammering can clearly be heard from the inside of the sand-hardened shell.

Kallen's eyes widen as he watches Alane Impresse. He can't keep the goofy grin off his face as he watches. "From her favorite egg too." he says to no one in particular. He waits to hear the name.

Shahryar smiles, "She got the dragonet out of her favorite egg!"

A loud -crack- like splintering rock, and the narrow end of the Antique Igen Vase Egg opens to reveal a clawed foot, pushing at the shell to release it.

Alane stares at the blue. "I'm hungry? No, your hungry, Quinaeth. Yes, there's food and I'll feed you!" She looks back at Dendra. "He wants me!" Tears of joy slide down her face.

With a mighty effort, a bronze dragonet forces his way through the Antique Igen Vase Egg and finally stands clear of the shell that protected his growing body.

Rilsa smiles broadly, taking the steps needed to approach the new impression. "Congratulations, Alane and Quinaeth." she says, gently touching the girl's shoulder to lead her off the sands.

Alaric starts, both at the sound of the Candidate who was scratched and at the crack from the Igen Vase Egg. He looks around anxiously for some of those infamous Sharp Claws. Very Sharp.

S'dar cheers happily for Alane. "What a combination," he murmurs to Chezroth, who ignores him as he watches the action before the pair.

Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet

Glittering topaz rivers course over the hide of the hatchling in complex, multi-faceted lines that narrate the tale of strength, shattering the uniformity of the bronze hide. Enveloped in the warmth of the colours, each clumsy movement made displays the rippling muscles as if the sun shines down on a precious gemstone. The splattering of colours flow smoothly down his compact frame to meet in a handfasting of golden brown and bronze at the tip of the long tail. The mixture shimmering over his wing membranes from the leading to the trailing edges, the facets seeming to be cut by a Master Minecrafter's gentle hand. The hatchling's neck arches to allow his wedge-shaped head to turn to survey the azure skies and warm sands for his lifemate.

Alane wraps her arms around the beautiful blue that has chosen her.

Dendra gives Alane a gentle shove. "Well, go feed him! I'll catch you later!"

Randall grins as another bronze is set into the worls.

Alaric whistles long and low as the topaz bronze dragon emerges from that egg, head quirking a bit. "He's, uh, big..." he note with a nervous laugh.

Shahryar eye sparkle at his friends pairing but they are quickly diverted by the emergence of a bronze dragonet from it's shell. Tovar's face falls slack at the impressive bronze dragonnette.

Rilsa has left.

Alane nods stupidly. "Uhm, yeah.." She leads Quinaeth off to the side.

Alane has left.

Molleny begins the shuffling that others have already begun before her, moving her heated feet out of their current positions to a fresher patch of sand.

Kallen immediatly shifts his gaze to the newly emerged bronze. No words escape his lips as he stares.

Milque gives Alaric's hand a squeeze, "Look at that bronze... I wonder what lucky guy he'll find." She looks down the row of candidates, then quickly back to those very sharp claws.

Randall can't seem to take his eyes from the newly hatched bronze. "Look at him..."

Arana continues to shift from foot to foot. Her attention never wavers from the sight before her.

Tovar nods next to Randall, unable to speak.

Rilsa has arrived.

Shahryar has a smile on his face that won't quit, so much is happening so fast. "Yeah, me too." Alaric gives the hands on either side of him tight squeezes and stares across at the bronze and the other unattached dragonets. And, of course, their feet.

Tiren lets fly a quiet, low whistle. "Just when you think one's the most beautiful thing you've seen, there's another right behind it."

Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet starts to take a step forward, stepping right on a Shard if his Egg. Quickly, he steps back with a surprised trill! He looks back and forth before starting - more carefully - toward the ring of Candidates.

Korintha knocks into Alaric, saving Molleny from this experence. Well, saving her yet. "Look'it, a bronze!" Knocking into Alaric could send Milque off balance, too. Perhaps. Depends on how quick the boy is on his feet.

Keryn has arrived.

Shahryar inhales a sharp breath and hopes the little dragonet hasen't hurt itself.

Alaric tries to regain his balance as he is buffetted around by Korintha. "Yeah, I know it's a bronze." he answers stridently and nudges Korintha. "Careful...I don't have any desire to be under those feet."

Chezroth rumbles excitedly as another bronze joins the ranks of High Reaches. He blurts out a warm welcome and watches as the youngest dragon starts his decision making.

Randall takes a quick breath, watching the bronze find it's lifemate.

Laurelin looks here and there as it seems that the eggs are all hatching at once.

The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg gives a little hop.

Dendra absently wipes sweat from her brow as she shifts a bit to cover the hole that Alane's departure casued. She is grinning from ear to ear for her friend's luck.

Milque smiles and waves her free hand to Keryn, glad someone found her.

The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg twitches slightly.

Korintha's feet? She gives him a puzzled look, her comprehension a tad off rinnow. "I won't step on you."

Shift right, shift left. Shift right. Kallen does what is know as the candidate dance. Glanceing around him he sees small gaps forming as the candidates are finding lifemates. He steps forward to claim Alane's spot, flashing Dendra a look of good luck before looking to the bronze again.

Molleny scoots up to Korintha, nodding towards the bronze. "If I didn't like bein' a girl so much, I'd start to wish I was a boy. That one's /somethin'/, huh?"

Keryn shuffles onto the sands, standing in the far back. Her face is quite flushed, a bright contrast to her snow-white robe. Dendra nods to Kallen, shooting him a 'good luck' look right back!

Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet moves toward the Candidates, eyes whirling as he 'examines' one, then another Candidate. He stops at a sturdy-looking lad, looking him up and down. Is this the one?

Alaric looks past the hurrying bronze at the twitching lava-like egg, then sends a smirk down at Korintha. "Thanks. Your claws aren't as sharp." Back to Milque, he gives a flashed grin, and stares back toward the brilliant bronze.

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.

Shahryar holds his breath waiting to see who the little bronze has chosen.

Tovar looks at the bronze, ogleing over his musculature.

Randall doesn't even blink as the bronze surveys the candidates.

Korintha's attention flashes to Molleny, "Something and more! Look at him! Just like a gem in a mine..." Huh, now Alaric is talking to her? How can she keep up with all this!!

Quinaeth has left.

The Homage to Salless' Sludge Egg twitches slightly.

A bronze hatches from his egg with snarl and bounds from it eagerly only to trip on his own wings and roll down the sand a ways. Getting up and shaking the glittering pellets from his hide the new dragonet spots one among the white-clad candidates and gallops as best he can to stop before a demure lad. A snort of insistence and the boy shrills with glee and the bond is formed.

Milque looks back briefly from the dragons and waves Keryn to come join the end of the arc of candidates and take her hand.

"That's it," Tiren murmurs, more breath than sound, as the bronze moves toward the clustered candidates. "G'wan and find him out..."

Kallen takes a deep breath, once again looking to the mound of eggs before to the inspecting Bronze.

The Beckoning Mineshaft Egg rolls halfway over.

Dendra tenses up a bit, ready to slide to the side if the bronze wants to get by her.

Tovar's eyes glance at the movement behind the bronze, trying to watch everything at once.

Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet shakes his head and whuffs at the lad. No, not the right one. He quickly moves on toward another group of boys.

Elisanth croons, encouragingly to the newly-hatched dragonets. She stretches her neck out towards the chaos on the sands, towards her many children.

Alaric grins at the dragonet. "Go on, ya big galoot. Go pick someone." He even gestures toward the male Candidates close by, nodding with his head.

Randall holds his breath, watching the Topaz Bronze move on to other candidates.

Shahryar follows the process of the little bronze, in case he needs to be quick with the dodging.

Keryn's stormy eyes lift to study the eggs and the hatchlings at the emerge. Her teeth play at her lower lip and she shuffles a little closer to get a better look.

Tiren grins, amusement flashing into his eyes as the bronze wanders on. "Well, I s'pose it's fair for them to change their minds, just like we do, hey?"

"Tiren, go get him!" Alaric urges with a laugh. "C'mon."

Tovar laughs nervously at Tiren's comment.

Shahryar doesen't say much, can't say much... what is there to say...

Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet stops again and looks at a somewhat tall young man and seems to consider. He tilts his head from side to side as if unsure of himself. After a moment he steps back a step and BUMPS into another lad. He turns to face the one he bumped.

The Adamantine Topaz Bronze Dragonet stares deeply into Tiren's eyes.

Shahryar slaps Tiren on the back! "A bronze! You got a bronze!

Randall looks to Tiren, smileing. "Ah, good for you, Lad."

Dendra quietly cheers for Tiren!

Alaric laughs and barks out, "TIREN, you got him, blast and shards, you got that bronze!!!"

Molleny cranes her neck, stretching as tall as she can to see more clearly whom the jewel of a bronze Impresses. "Who's he got?" she asks tall Korintha. "Who is it? OOH! Lookit, it's Tiren!" she squeals, as if the more statuesque candidate hadn't seen it for herself.

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.

The Greenflight's Fury Egg shudders, then sways a little back and forth.

Korintha whoops and hollars, nearly dragging Alaric down and setting herself to jumping. "Tiren!"

Kallen also looks ready to move, his gaze right on the bronze. As the bronze approaches Tiren he cheers quietly.

Arana moves from foot to foot as she watches the Bronze make his way among the candidates. A happy smile lights up her face as she watches Tiren impress the bronze. "Congrats Tiren."

The Greenflight's Fury Egg continues gently rocking, almost touching its mates on either side in its movements.

A small smile creeps over Keryn's lips as she watches some of her peers find their lifemates. After a moment, her gaze returns to the eggs and she watches the egg that seems to be moving the most.

Korintha answers Moll rather loudly, thought the little blonde has seen for herself amist the shifting bodies.

Randall settles back onto his haunches.

A harsh crack sounds, and a dark, almost vertical line appears on the Greenflight's Fury Egg running rapidly up and down the height of the egg.

Alaric laughs at Korintha, almost bouncing as much as she. "Jays, that's just so fantastic. Tiren, a bronzerider. Wow."

Quinaethtakes the offered food and gulps down mouthfuls.

Shahryar's attention is drawn away from his friend towards the other eggs still unhatched upon the sands... His breathing is quick and shallow now.

The long cracks on the Greenflight's Fury Egg finally circumnavigate its shell, and the two halves fall away to reveal a glistening brown dragonet, already spreading his wings open to dry them.

Milque shifts on her feet rapidly and reaches back to urge Keryn to come up and join the line, not glancing away from the young dragons for more than a moment though.

S'dar "Tiren!"s excitedly as the young lad Impresses the majestic bronze. "Fantastic!" Chezroth, too rumbles his encouragement at the smaller metallic.

Randall runs hand-fuls of sand through his fingers.

Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet

From the caliginous semblance of near pitch coal which binds itself to the glossy hindquarters and tail of this masterfully built brown dragonet to the opulent canary diamond that glistens over the rest of his form a sense of stately calm seems to reign supreme. He steps forth from the shattered remains of his shell like a craftsman moving from the naivete of apprenticeship into the elucubrated journey of weyrling training. A flexing of, until now, unused wing muscles displays a wealth of sunburst topaz color a perfect half shade lighter than the prized golden diamond found on most of his hide. There is a determined set of his scopic shoulders that describes an intention to procure his lifemate in a coolly calculated fashion - no rushing madly across the sands at the first white clothed candidate in sight for *this* proud young beast.

Quinaeth has left.

Shrugging off some of that glee, Alaric turns back toward the sands and the brown who's just poked out his nose and emerged. "Handsome fellow there too. Everything's sorta happening at once, isn't it??"

Shahryar darts his eyes from side to side but still almost missed the emergence of the brown from his shell. "Hey Randall, it's a Brown!"

Randall looks up at Shahryar. "Aye, I see. And a very good looking one at that."

Tovar bends down and takes a handfull of sand and rubs it bewteen his hands, trying to dry them from the heat.

T'en, about to call an answer back to Alaric, teasing in nature, is first jostled aside so that he staggers away from Arana, then straightens, mouth dropped open in clear awe. It takes three tries to croak out, "Rafaeith. Far.. no. *Rafaeith*!" The boy's face will surely crack and drop off, grinning that widely. He reaches out to rest his hand against bronze hide.

A blue with a hide like midnight calls for his lifemate as he stumbles across the Sands. And finally finds him in the midst of a crowd of girls. The boy, from the harper hall, suddenly gives a yelp of joy and calls his lifemate's name. Then laughter ensues from many as the boy assures the blue that he is not a girl.

Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet lifts his head regally, whirling eyes surveying the crowd disdainfully. Raising his wings delicately, he takes a step forward, toppling over in the sand.

Rilsa smiles as the Istan impresses his bronze. She walks toward T'en, giving him a smile. "Congratulations, T'en and Rafeith." she says over the din of the Candidates and dragonets. "Let us get you off these hot sands."

Tovar flinches as the Brown falls over.

Randall 's brow furrows with concern as the brown topples.

Shahryar watches as the darkest blue dragonet he's ever seen finds it's lifemate, a smile crosses his face.

Rafeith has left.

Kallen turns his head /just/ in time to see the Greenflight's fury egg split in two to reveal a brown. He looks on in awe as the brown takes a step forward then promptly falls. He can't contain his gasp of worry as he watches, waiting for him to right himself. "Definatly very clumbsy at first." he says softly, the two candidates on either side of him the only ones to hear that comment.

Dendra gasps as the brown falls, and just barely restrains herself from running over to help him.

Alaric takes a step forward as the brown tumbles, a frown working its way on his features. "Someone ought to help that little guy..." he notes to Milque and Korintha.

Arana makes an involuntary step towards the brown. She waits to see if he's alright.

Rilsa has left.

The A Thousand Gleaming Eyes Egg tilts to one side.

Molleny alternately rises to her tiptoes and lowers to shuffle to another, cooler patch of sand, causing her to bounce and jiggle her wealth of sunny blonde corkscrews.

The Writhing Thread Egg tilts to one side.

Keryn shifts nervously, her eyes going to the brown and watching with concern as he stumbles. From foot to foot she shifts, her eyes bright with excitement, but her expression solemn and calm.

T'en has left.

The Peaceful Tidal Pool Egg twitches slightly.

Randall's eyes dart to the Thread egg. "Watch that one, " he comments to no one in particular.

Milque shuffles on her feet and smiles, her feet feeling pretty backed now, so they can't get much worse.

Kallen looks ready to help restrain Dendra if need be. He certainly doesn't want to see her raked with VSC.

Rilsa has arrived.

Korintha makes all kinds of unreconizable sounds, mostly cheers, some winces, others just excitement finding it's bubbeling way to her vocal chords. Tug on Alaric, burble to Molleny, oh yea. She's doing /real/ well here.

Shahryar tries to watch all the eggs and all the dragonets, "I don't know where to look!"

Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet lifts himself up with a snort, eyeing that patch of sand that reached up and unmercifully tripped him. With barely a glance at sire and dam, he steps -carefully- away from the shards of his egg, then stops and blinks, the glare of the sun on the sand blinding him.

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."

Shahryar shows his excitement as his candie-dance increases it's pace.

Laughing quietly at the brown, Alaric mumbles, "He looks kinda like I do when I trip over the flat floor. Like there's someting there that caught him."

Kallen can't contain his amusement as he watches the brown and only the brown for the moment.

Tovar murmurs to Alaric, "But he," pointing, "has a reason to stumble."

Alaric shuffles his feet back and forth, trying to find a cool spot as he tosses back at Tovar, "Yeah, unlike me..."

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.

Randall can't seem to decide which to watch, the Brown, or the Writhing Thread Egg.

Tovar grins and turns back to watch the excitement.

Laurelin leans against S'dar again, taking advantage of his arm around her. She glances up at him quickly, then away again just as fast. The rosiness of her cheeks might be from the heat of the sands, could it not?

Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet looks around piteously, hearing voices. Could that be -his- one? He heads towards that soft voice, whirling eyes seeking out his mate. No, not that one. -This- one. With a joyful croon, the little brown scurries towards his new mate.

Shahryar tries to watch all the little dragonets but in trying missed two more of his friends impressing. Impression after impression is made, but Keryn remains alone on the sands, no hatchlings even coming near her.

Alaric tenses; that little brown is fast and his claws look, well, probably very sharp.

The Canary Diamond Brown Dragonet stares deeply into Kallen's eyes.

Dendra congratulates Kallen, lightly punching him on the arm with joy.

Randall watches as the Brown finds Kallen. "Ah, another happy ex-candidate."

Shahryar dodges from the claws of one dragonet just in time to see Kallen impress the brown, "Huzzah Kallen!"

The Volcanic Rain of Fire Egg shudders once.

Molleny has partially disconnected.

Laughing again, cheerful from his friends' delight, Alaric remarks, "Well, he chose pretty sharding well...congrats, Kallen!"

Arana smiles as she watche Kallen and the brown. "How wonderful", she mutters.

Kallen watches the brown scuttles, wary and ready to move untill suddnly he stands stark still, stareing at the Brown in shock. "K....Kemonth!" he hollers out, no longer kallen but now St'fen forever!

The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg wobbles violently, catching your eye.

Molleny claps her small, calloused hands as the brown chooses Kallen for his 'mate, then finds her attention abruptly whisked towards another egg.

S'dar grins widely for Kallen and Kemonth.

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.

Rilsa blows some tendrils of damp hair from her eyes before moving toward the next pairing. A smile forms on her lips and she speaks reassuringly to him. "Welcome, St'fen and Kemonth. Shall we get you both out of this unbearable heat?"

The Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg wobbles again, and rolls over completely, falling down the small mound of sand it was resting on, and slowly coming to a gentle stop.

A series of small cracking sounds are heard, and several holes appear in the Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg, each one showing either foot, or snout, or tiny wingtip.

Keryn turns her gaze turns to the lava egg and she watches with interest, still shifting from foot to foot.

Randall glances at the Bollian egg, his attention devided.

The Whorled Woodscape Egg jerks to one side a little.

Shahryar holds his breath waiting for the next egg to hatch.

Limbs push outward with combined effort, and the Leisurely South Bollian Lava Egg suddenly bursts open to reveal a gangly brown dragonet, looking about him with blinking eyes.

Tovar shifts forwards and back on his feet, not from the heat, but from nervous energy.

Its to be sure Alaric's arm is going to feel it tommrow the way Korintha drags on it. Bouncing and rocking, she says to Molleny, "Did you get to see that?! Kallen!"

Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet

The warmth and glow of amber encase this dragonet, the hard lines and strong golden-brown colouring give the impression that this hatchling was cut from the very gemstone that he seems to represent. Although his hide looks as smooth and polished as amber, the speckles of dark brown add an unique highlight to him, drawing attention to the ripples of his developing muscles as well as the strong line of his neck and tail. The deeper golden-brown of the hide pour over his forelegs and haunches seeming to represent the band that holds the gemstone in place, forging strength and grace in one fluid handfasting of colours. His wedge-shaped head is small, features defined as if encouraged by the tools of a miner. His squashed snout and headknobs complete the character of this young one.

The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg rolls halfway over.

Shahryar wears a goofy grin on his face, "Another Brown!"

Alaric's gaze follows the brown and his new lifemate, his feet making nice grooves in his spot like a feline who's just finishes using some of the sand in the bowl for its business, and with a laugh he tells Korintha, "Yes, I saw! You need to calm down, Kora."

St'fen looks up to Rilsa, a bit dazed. Slowly he follows though, makeing sure the brown is at his side. St'fen has left.

A young Smithcraft boy is nearly slashed nicely by a blue running past! For his attention was on an approaching green and her loving call. But though he was knocked over, the boy is in one piece and holding his new lifemate to him with joy tears on his face. The new weyrling reassures his lifemate he is all right as they are led to the feed and oil.

Rilsa has left.

Tovar stares at the brown, "Wow, lookit him!"

Randall claps for the Smith boy. "Good for you!"

Dendra absently flaps the back of her robe to try and get some cool air down her sweaty back. Her feet are also starting to get as warm from the Sands.

Korintha coughs a bit, pulling herself up. "Uh, yeah. Sorry." She actually LETS GO of Alaric's arm, patting it. "Sorry about that, there."

Rilsa has arrived.

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.

Molleny hops once again, whether from sands heat or excitement at the appearance of another brown. Beads of sweat wet her hair, curling it even tighter as it is dampened and then dried by the scorching temperature and the dryness in the air.

Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet bursts from the shell headfirst, trampling over the Shells he leaves in his wake. He walks forward a bit, then furrows his eyeridges. Backs up, then starts stamping on the Shells some more. They crackle gaily under his claws for a moment, but he soon leaves them behind... he's got a lifemate to pick out.

Alaric follows Tovar's gaze at the recently emerged brown, grins down at Korintha, kissing the top of her head, then looks back at the brown. "Yeah, he's a good-looking one too. Looks like a big, I dunno, gemstone."

Randall seems not to notice the heat of the sands, his eyes intent on the eggs and Dragonets.

Shahryar cheers for his friend who just impresses a pretty blue.

The Delicious Baker's Egg shakes from side to side for a moment.

Randall steeples his fingers in an attempt to calm himself.

Milque takes her hand from Alaric's to quickly kneel down and fix her sandal, the buckle having come loose and in all her shuffling she nearly sent it flying off her foot.

Korintha's cheeks look rather like Weyrwoman Laurenlin's. Just /must/ be the heat. "They're all lovely, every last one of them."

Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet wanders through the Sands, shuffling his tail along behind him as he peers this way and that. He darts toward a group of Candidates, sending some scattering... then turns back around. Tries to crane his neck in either direction as far as it will go to try to find that special someone who has just got to be here!

Alaric glances down at Milque and advises gently, "Careful, Milque...careful..."

Randall watches as the brown ploughs it's way through some candidates. He chuckles.

Shahryar dodges the infant claws of the brown and escapes with hardly a scratch.

The Stones of Fort Hold Egg shudders once.

The Abandoned Tree Stump Egg rolls halfway over.

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!

The Peaceful Tidal Pool Egg shivers a bit.

Kemonth has left.

Milque looks up and nods, "I got it fixed..." She reaches out for Alaric's ahnd again, watching the dragons on the sands carefully.

Molleny scatters with the rest, away from the amber hatchling.

"Another green Impressed...lotsa greens," observes Alaric as he helps Milque stand. "And more eggs just moving around. How do they know what they're looking for in all this confusion?"

Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet finally senses something... someone! He plods along the Sands toward that character, slowing down successfully, though not very gracefully as it's only his second time at such a maneuver. He's found him! He's found him!

Randall shrugs. "I guess you'll have to ask your lifemate, Alaric."

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.

Tovar grins at Randall, watching the Brown intently.

Milque gives a shrug in Alaric's direction, not knowing how she can follow all the confusion, let alone how anyone else could be following it.

Korintha falls back a bit as the brown come nearer, "Who knows? They just do."

Shahryar smiles wondering just who the brown has chosen.

Randall mirrors Shahryar's intrest in the Brown.

The Baltic Amber Brown Dragonet stares deeply into Randall's eyes.

Keryn's eyes dart about, stopping on one hatchling, then moving to an egg, then moving to another hatchling, her eyes lighting as one comes close, but the light soon dims as the hatchlings choos others.

The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg wobbles slightly, almost unnoticeably, barely disturbing the sand around its base.

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.

Dendra sees Randall's Impression and calls out her congratulations!

Shahryar pounds his neighbour on the back, "Congradulations Randall!"

Arana claps her hands, "Oh Randall how wonderful."

Keryn's eyes dart about, stopping on one hatchling,t hen moving to an egg, then moving to another hatchilng, her eyes lighting as one comes close, but the light soon dims as the hatchlings chooses another.

Alaric mirrors Dendra's and Shahryar's voices. "Congratulations, brownrider! Well done!"

The Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg continues to wobble, back and forth, each movement larger than the one before, until it rolls over, startling a newly hatched brown dragonet right beside it.

Randall falls on his back, blinking. "Brudith!" he exclaims. "Brudith!"

"R'dal, congratulations!" Rilsa says in greeting as she approaches the next pair, her smile, showing some weariness from the excitement, but bright. "Welcome, Brudith. Let me escort you to a nice cool area."

A tiny snout breaks through the hard surface of the wobbling Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg, and along with it comes an eager crooning.

Molleny calls out to the startled brown, "Watch out," as the foliated egg tumbles towards him.

The Faceted Quartz Egg gives a little hop.

Thud! Crack! The hole in the Lady Ferrah's Potted Plant Egg widens, bit by tiny bit, until a very tiny green dragonet finally breaks through to fall to the sands.

Randall stares off into the sky, his eyes blank and a smile on his face. He slowly gains his feet.

Dendra gasps as her favorite egg finally starts to move!

Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet

A jewel of finest cut and greatest clarity could in no way match the emerald, jade and citrine that seem to bejewel this young dragonet's hide. And a gem she is - in spirit and body. She is, however, no delicate bead or breakable stone, but rather as fierce and cutting as a diamond in mind and form. Wings of crafted emerald spread out about her like the cloak of a Lord Holder. Where wings join to shoulders is a bezelled ring of topaz and citrine that circles the joints and then flows along her ridges to the tip of the tail. Each paw and fingerjoint is dappled with rings of flashy tourmaline, and even black diamond makes its sparkling appearance across her hide. But like any jewel, when looked at closely, one can always find zigging and zagging cracks deeply hidden beneath. And through that, emerald, jade and amber swirl together in veins of barely seen color that race across the whole of her hide. These vibrant traces of color are most seen upon her tender wingsails as they swirl and sworl to a peak at the wings' joints in a blaze of yellow and green. Most striking of all, upon this High Reaches gem, is the regal poise with which she does carry herself; the tender care she takes with each step and lastly that hidden vein, akin to that in her hide, that is feminine.

Alaric squint at the eggs still bouncing around and the potted plant egg that has just disgorged a tiny green. "Awwwww," he says, then coughs to cover it.

Randall has left.

Rilsa has left.

Tovar grins, watching R'dal take his lifemate off the sands. He turns back, looking from his circle of friends to the remaining eggs and sighs softly.

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.

Brudith has left.

S'dar grins, "Randall! He's fantastic!" The young Weyrleader is caught up in the occasion, yanking on his shirttails in anticipation and excitement as the action proceeds.

Shahryar his neighbours impressed, moves down the line to join his friends. "Oh look another green just hatched!"

Rilsa has arrived.

Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet gives an energetic shake that travels from the crown of her headknobs to the dainty tip of her tail and sends bits of eggshell showering about her in different directions. After that initial burst of motion she turns her jewel hued eyes upon the nearest group of overheated candidates and moves in to take a closer look.

Korintha snatches at Alaric's arm again. That didn't last long, now did it. "Did you see?! Randall and Brudith! And now a green!" For Joy, For Rapture!

Dendra keeps one eye on the green dragonet, and the other on the Faceted Quartz Egg.

Milque giggles nervously as she watches the tiny green, shifting her feet carefully so as not to dislodge her hastily repaired sandal.

Alaric winces. "I saw, I saw, I saw..." and turns back toward the sands and the creatures scattered across it.

Chezroth rumbles to the little green. His eyeridges waggle a bit as he examines her glittering hide. Only just Hatched and he's already checking her out for future reference! Tyyyypical.

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.

Molleny's eye is arrested as a certain egg hatches. "Kora, lookit, lookit," she hollers out. "That's the one I told you about, the egg that looks like the watch I used'ta stand. D'you see?"

Tovar wipes sweat from his face, watching all the motion, trying to keep calm.

Laurelin grins at S'dar, and then laughs with sheer happiness as each dragonet finds the one it was meant to find. She crosses her arms and just watches, unable to say anything except with her eyes.

Arana moves from foot to foot as the heat of the sands gain her attention for the moment. But the heat is soon again forgotten as she watches the green dragonet.

As each hatching emerges, Keryn smiles upon the dragonet, and a hopeful look crosses over her face, but it is soon gone as no hatching chooses her. After a bit, she finally takes a step back, as if she has given up all hope of impressing.

Elisanth lifts her tail up in the air and brings it down on Chezroth's, a little smartly. You think he could at least wait.

Korintha swivels her head left and right, finally following Molleny's pointed finger. "Your tree pot? That's where the green came from? Oh, Moll! Look'it her!"

Alaric squints. "Uh, why is Chezroth looking at that little green like that?" is his query before he glances at Milque again. "Y'okay?"

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.

Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet may be tiny but she holds no fear as she quickly confronts the first and largest group of candidates. Taking a breath so deep you can notice the swell of her diminutive chest she bugles demandingly and surprisingly loudly.

Shahryar tries to control his breathing as eggs hatch and dragonets wanter all over the place... he lunges to one side as a small green goes realing by on her way to her lifemate.

Molleny's head bobs. "Yuss, my plant. Well, Lady Ferrah's plant, but I'm the one that watered it, anyhow. Hey, she's pretty."

Wincing, Alaric takes a step backward and remarks, "Blast, that's quite a set of lungs on her...takes after her sire's rider, I think."

Milque leans closer to Alaric, "What a voice on that one..." She looks over at the green with the voice twice her size.

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.

The Whorled Woodscape Egg shivers a bit.

The Nabolese Red Apple Egg jerks to one side a little.

The A Thousand Gleaming Eyes Egg shakes from side to side for a moment.

Chezroth erks as Elisanth catches him checking out wayward hide. He nudges the golden queen back, then hrrruumphs his almost lazy acknowledgement of the green, as if to say, looks healthy, nice coloring. He then turns to regard the other dragonets on the Sands.

Tovar cringes at the sound coming from the diminutive green.

Dendra giggles as she sees Elisanth bring Chezroth back in line.

Shahryar winces at the trill voice of the little green.

Korintha mumbles, mostly to herself, "I wonder if she knows any stories."

Eira has disconnected.

Alaric nods agreeably to Milque, nudges Korintha, and watches the green's progress. "I hope she's just hungry. Oh, uh...you think she's just hungry? With those, you know, sharp claws and all?"

Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet starts to advance intimidatingly upon a rather tall lad with the bulky arms of the smithcraft when something off to her right catches her total attention. A second later all the smith lad sees is a retreating tail as the gem of a green takes off in quest off the one she knows she needs.

Elisanth rumbles, two can play this game. She removes her tail from Chezroth's and steps a little away, seemingly to simply nudge a wayward little brown back towards the circle of humans.

Chezroth does _not_ watch the retreating tail.

Tovar moves back slightly, not wanting to get in the Green's way.

Milque shivers, "I'm not going to think about that Alaric...

Shahryar chuckles at the gold and bronze's antics. Shahryar says "Hey Alaric, who do you think she'll choose?"

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.

Alaric nods and makes a face. "Yeah, tell me about it. So far, so good, though. Hey, that's a pretty green, isn't she?" Turning back toward Shahyar, he adds, "I don't know. I haven't guessed right yet, y'know?"

Shahryar chuckles, "Neither have I."

Molleny smiles brightly, exposing a row of white, straight teeth. "D'you think so? Nah...I don't think newhatched dragons know many stories. Maybe when she's h'older, though, huh?" speculates the half-pint, adding a h'extra h'aspirant to h'emphasize the h'important word.

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

Dendra looks over at the green, and a look of speculation enters her eyes. A sneaky green with a great set of lungs would be a good match for her. Hmmm, seems ambition has finally bloomed in Dendra's soul.

"Hey," Alaric says suddenly, "Gastin just got that brown over there..." and nods toward the blond boy and his new lifemate. "Way to go, Gastin!!"

Shahryar says "Don't you mean G'tin?"

Alaric shrugs back at Shahryar, noting with a broad grin, "I don't know where St'fen came from, so what do I know, you know?"

Korintha chuckles a bit, still locked onto Alaric's arm while talking to

Molleny, "Maybe. Maybe she'll know some of the ones you told them? I bet they can hear inside those shells, I do."

Shahryar turns his head to watch eggs and dragonets chuckling slightly.

Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet is headed in a straight line, which unfortunately means she has to push a larger brown out of her way with a *thump* of her lowered head, right towards a candidate who seems every bit as fit and feisty as the petite green considers herself.

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.

Keryn sighs softly, her stormy grey eyes lowering to stare at her sandals, though she does glance up from time to time to see who has impressed what colour.

Tovar steps back a litel further from the brown and green moving so near and ends up next to Keryn. He nudges her gently.

Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet stops herself a little too late and sends a small shower of sand over *her* beloved candidate's feet. Triumphantly she announces that she has staked her claim and gives a warning eye at a blue who seems to be getting too close to what's *hers*.

The Fiercely Jeweled Green Dragonet stares deeply into Molleny's eyes.

The Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg rocks purposefully. No mere shuddering or wobbling for this one.

Alaric twitches at the advance of that green dragon, and, turning, he calls, "Look out for those claws, Molleny!!" before the hatchlings start fighting over her. "You need some help there?"

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.

A loud thumping,from the inside of the hard shell, now accompanies the steady rocking of the Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg.

Dendra cheers for Molleny! Finally, Matheny's Famous Cousin is a rider herself!

Shahryar says "Way to go Moll!"

Arana smiles and claps, "Way to go Molleny."

The Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg cracks, once, twice, thrice in rhythm to its methodical rocking, and pieces of the shell fall away, here and there.

S'dar beams wide at Molleny's Impression, listening to see if she calls out the new green's name.

Milque smiles happily for Molleny, then grimaces as her sandal goes free again and she sticks her foot in sand. "Youch!"

Without too much more fuss, the Autumn at Telgar Weyr Egg breaks open and a blue hatchling's head appears, then his body. He shakes a shard from his snout and looks about him.

Korintha nearly screams, keeping it down to a low cheer, "Molleny!" It's all she can manage, though lots of other sounds come out, none of them reconizable. Poor, poor Alaric's Arm.

Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet

His hide is the hard, cross-sectioned blue of translucent tourmaline that is found in the southern mines. As the blue follows the cut of the muscles, his hide shows veins of a darker color as if you are viewing him down the long axis of a crystal, the striations radiating in all directions on his form. Each movement he makes causes his hide to shimmer, seeming to show stronger or different colours as if the twin Pernese moons have dedicated their light to illuminate the mineral. Large in comparison to the rest of his form, his whirling jeweled eyes glow, giving his head the appearance of being small but in no way are detrimental to his boundless energy as he leaves behind the fallenshards of his egg and searches for his lifemate.

Molleny bobs her head again, sending dozens -- yeah, hundreds -- of curls jostling against one another. "Maybe so," agrees the Guardling, catching a whiff of excitement from Korintha. "D'you s'pose they can really hear in there?" Then she's shot through the heart, flamed at both ends, through the middle, 'round the sides, and up the back. "H'of course we are, Vmireth," she proclaims confidently, her smile broadening even further as those fathomless blue eyes become, for a moment, entirely fathomable, even transparent. "Hey! Could you? Hear me in there, I mean?"

Alaric has lost much of the circulation in his arm, mercifully, and again glances down at Milque. "You want my sandals? My feet are a lot bigger than yours, but...you look sort of uncomfortable..."

Rilsa grins brightly at the small Tillekan, her voice teasing. "Math's Famous Cousin Molleny, congratulations to you and Vmireth both. Shall we get out of this heat?" She touches Molleny's shoulder to gesture her from the sands.

Tovar nudges Keryn again, smiling, "Look, Keryn, a Blue!"

Shahryar bounces on the sands, "Oh look another blue!"

Rilsa has left.

Keryn's cheeks grow bright and she nods to Tovar, but her grey eyes do move to study the blue hatchlings. " Y...yes..a.....a....a. p...pretty blue..." She remarks. Wow...she actually said something!

Vmireth has left.

Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet spills from the remains of his shell like water from a tilted bucket. Tumbling tail over teakettle, the little fellow ends up on his back, staring at Chezroth. A startled bleat issues from his mouth.

Rilsa has arrived.

Milque shakes her head and puts her foot onto the sandal, "I'll be alirght, thanks Alaric."

Dendra feels a slight pang as the green impresses to Molleny, but her good manners hide it well. She turns to concentrate on the new blue hatchling.

Arana watches the Blue hatchling, "How handsome he is." She then resumes hopping from foot to foot.

Shahryar giggles at the little blue, "He's so cute!"

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.

Tovar snickers suddenly at the Blue's noise.

Chezroth peers down excitedly at the little blue with big whirling eyes. He nudges the character to his feet as gently as he can, pushing him toward the Candidates. Atta boy. Go get 'em.

Alaric helps Milque balance until her shoe is on her foot again, then tries to withstand a laugh as he watches the little blue tumble. "Oh...that poor little guy. I guess I'd be that clumsy after months cramped up in an egg..."

Shahryar smiles as poetic justice is served on the two bullies.

Moll holds out her hand for Vmireth's foreclaw, grandly ushering her in the direction Rilsa beckons. "C'mon, Vmireth. Boy, wait'll I tell you all about what we'll be doin'. Welcome to Pern! Let's go get you some food, an' we'll have a chance to talk."

Moll has left.

Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet scrambles to his feet, trying his best to look dignified. With a small snort and a shake of his little blue snout, he approaches the white-robed Candidates dubiously. Looking over his shoulder at Chezroth he gives another little croon.

Korintha sighs, leaning into Alaric a bit, "Isn't it all exciting? Lookit Molleny there! With -- Vmireth? Vimreth!" Good thing that arm has, too. It's a white knuckled death grip o fear to be sure. "Oh, and now a blue!" Craftmaster of the Obvious, right here folks. "Isn't he darling?"

Keryn watches the blue, her hands shifting over and over themselves, her body shifting from side to side, from leg to leg, evidently nervous though her eyes still shine with a bit of excitement.

"He's something else," Alaric agrees cheerfully, "and yeah, it's exciting. I just wish you'd, you know, take it a bit easier on my arm. Though I do have another of them, true enough."

Chezroth rumbles back at the blue, and nodnods his head. Those people in white.

Tovar looks over and smiles at keryn, then turns his attention back to the moving dragonets.

Shahryar looks around at the dwindleling numbe of candidates before his attention is turned back to the dragonets, his eyes admire the little blue dragonet.

Oh dear, that does it. At Tovar's smile, Keryn's cheeks become redder than red and she lowers her gaze and stares back at her shifting sandal-clad feet.

Korintha blinks, "Huh? Oh, /sorry!" Really, she is. She just can't help it! Contritely, she makes yet another attempt to let go and keep it that way, but doing just so and clenching her hands behind her back.

Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet turns back to the Candidates with another snort. There's an interesting sort of person there, with long brown hair... he starts towards her, then a joyous croon issues from his throat as he sees the *one*.

Alaric tells Korintha, though his gaze stays on that blue and the few dragonets ranged past him, "Don't worry about it..."

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.

The Vitreous Elbaite Blue Dragonet stares deeply into Tovar's eyes.

The Stones of Fort Hold Egg rocks gently, as if buoyed by the waves of sand surrounding it.

A flash of blue near her forces Keryn to look up and she can't help but smile at Tovar as he impresses, the blush fading from her cheeks.

The Stones of Fort Hold Egg wobbles more insistently, as if annoyed by the lack of attention it is recieving.

Shahryar claps his hands in joy for Tovar's good fourtune.

Tovar stares, "Dahlth! Dahlth!"

Korintha only numbly nods, her entire body tense as she restrains herself from grabbing at the man. "Oh, Tovar! Ow," she glances behind her to her hands. "That does hurt."

Dendra cheers and claps for Tovar!

A loud thumping can be heard coming from the wobbling Stones of Fort Hold Egg, and soon after, branching cracks appear in the surface of its hard shell. Difficult for anyone to -not- notice this egg now.

As Tovar and the blue seem to come to an understanding, Alaric cheers for his friend, then turns back toward the claws still scrabbling for attention from the other Candidates. And, of course, that lonely stone-colored egg still by itself.

Arana smiles happily for Tovar. "How wonderful. I'm so happy for you."

Rilsa pushes her bangs out of her eyes, peering down at the new pairing. Her voice is hesitant as her tongue rolls the name. "Congratulations, T'risch and Dahlth." She motions to the passageway, "Let's get you home."

S'dar grins at Tovar and the blue that's claimed him for his own.

With a flurry of falling shards, the Stones of Fort Hold Egg shatters into pieces and a bronze dragonet emerges from what is left of the shell.

Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet

Scintillating reds and golds freckle the hide of the young bronze dragonet that stands proudly before you. Across the young dragon's back, darkened garnet red hide reflects the sun with a dazzling array of colorful hues. His haunches are a deepened auburn color, as are his forelegs, while upon the dragon's nose a lightened strip of ruby melds into the coppery bronzes upon the neck behind his headknobs. Flecks of a pure Benden red smatter across the bronze's tail, while sparkling muted oranges splash down from under the dragonet's throat to cover his underbelly and the backs of his forelegs. The dragon seems a very powerful creature, full of energy that has been compacted into every near perfect muscle. A pair of whirling eyes, eyes that are perhaps on the larger size of the dragons' eyes you may have seen in the past, gaze from beneath darkened brazen eyeridges, as the young dragon watches the world around him with more than just an idle curiosity -his demeanor suggests that he wants to take in the whole of it as soon as he's given the opportunity... though first, he'll have to find himself a suitable lifemate with which to share it.

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.

Tovar has left.

Dahlth has left.

Shahryar gasps as a Bronze dragonet explodes from his shell followed immediatly by a lovely brown.

Rilsa has left.

Alaric whoops. "I knew you had something really special in you!" he calls to the dismantled stone-colored egg. "That'll teach people to leave you alone and ignore you, huh? Wow, what a handsome guy."

Rilsa has arrived.

Milque gives Alaric's hand a squeeze, "That sure is a handsome one."

Chezroth trumpets his pride at the arrival of the bronze dragonet! Elisanth is given happy whaps on the haunch with his tail as the Weyrleader's dragon watches its path intently.

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.

Oh... she... tries... butshecan'tstandit! Korintha snatches up Alaric's hand again, working her other fisting hand around his forearm. "A bronze, a bronze!" One wonders if she's always this excitable.

Dendra calls out, "Check him out, Elisanth! He's /fine/ looking!"

Nodding eagerly, Alaric explains, "I kept watching that poor egg off by itself, sorta alone and all, forgotten. I never saw Candidates near i...yeow, Korintha! Oh, hey...isn't that your friend with that green over there?"

Keryn rubs her right arm with her left hand, her teeth chewing at her lower lip once more. SHe glances between her sandals and the hatchlings, still shifting from foot to foot, but remaining silent all the while.

Shahryar stands still in anticipation, "You did yourself proud this time Chezroth, they're all so lovely!"

Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet blinks his large eyes slowly, as if to get them adjusted to the brightness of the golden sands after such a long slumber within that dark shell. As he does so, he stretches out one glistening wing, then the other, taking his own sweet time. Why not? His manner conveys. All the time in the world. His eyes, however, tell a different story, as they reveal the curiosity behind them.

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.

Good ploy: distraction. "Huh?" Korintha looks, beaming at the new pair. "It is! Shard'n wonderful!"

Alaric glances away from the bronze to watch the pair of greens, twin-like, finding their lifemates, then he snickers at the male dragonet. "He's sorta prim, taking his time, isn't he?"

Shahryar mutely watches the bronze, the embodiment of hopes for all pernese youth.

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.

Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet steps carefully from the egg shells, gracefully...and then trips on his own foot and falls forward in a mingle of wing and tail and nose.

"Choosey," Kora says, just letting enough blood creep its way up and down Alaric's arm so that he doesn't loose the darn thing. "Oh, he fell!" Well, duh.

Chezroth urges the young bronze on, yes, you're doing great, go on and... oh.

Shahryar ohs! And almost takes a step forward, stoping himself short remembering his lessons.

Keryn winces as the garnet bronze trips.

Alaric glances back at Shahryar and grins, nodding his understanding of that emotion, then tells Korintha, "Yeah, I guess he is," before giving her hand a squeeze...and Milque's as well, though the hand holding Milque's fingers has more feeling left in it.

Arana shakes her head as she watches the Bronze, "That must have hurt."

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.

Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet regains his dignity quickly, however. With the air of someone who *meant* to do that, he gets to his feet and seems to decides that perhaps he ought to get moving after all. A knot of boys attracts his attention and off he goes, towards them, dragging his tail behind him in the sand.

Shahryar flashes a knowing smile towards Alaric.

Laurelin covers her smile with one hand, eyes dancing at the poor little bronze.

Alaric turns to watch the bronze make his way across the sands, chuckling at his attitude of dignity in an undignified posture, then pauses to smile at the blue and the girl he's chosen. "I never realized what people have to feel like when they Impress," he tells Milque and Korintha, still steadfastly beside him, "but it's fun seeing how happy they are."

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 Elisanth 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.

Milque smiles and gives Alaric's hand a squeeze, "It sure does.. this is so exciting."

Alaric gives Milque a winsome smile and wink before tracking dragonet progress again. Still a good scattering of dragonets, still a number of Very Sharp Claws among them.

Shahryar follows the bronze with one eye while watching out for claws with the other.

Dendra moves to more fully face the bronze. This should make it easier to run if necessary.

Arana wipes her face with her hand. Her eyes follow the trail of the Bronze.

Korintha grins, "Well, you only get the one chance. I guess make the most of it, eh?" She nods at his words, whole body involved-which then will include Alaric's leftside. "Did you see the way Moll's eyes just ... /changed/? It was amazing. And humbeling. Simply wonderful."

Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet comes closer and closer to the group of boys, slowing down as he does so....it seems that there's no one there that attracts him so much as -- there! Wait, that's a girl! He looks the browned-haired girl up and down, down and up...clearly at a lost, and blinking his whirling eyes again and again.

A brown trumpets unhappily from where he has hatched and stumbles towards the end of the candidate arc, bawling the whole way through. Stopping, quite suddenly before shy Merria of Tillek, a creel of triumph echoes from him as the girl cries his name and wraps her arms about his neck before the two are led off for food and oil.

The High Reaches Spring Meadow Egg twitches slightly.

Alaric asks his companions, "Uh...they don't ever Impress girls, do those bronzes?" before Merria's outcry janks his eyes toward the girl's shriek. "Hey, Merria! Great!!"

Shahryar totally misses Merria's impression, so focused is he on the attentions of the proud little bronze dragonet.

Keryn's eyes turn as another egg prepares to hatch and she continues to shift, her eyes darting between the bronze, curious to know who he chooses, and curious to know what colour shall emerge from within the egg.

Dendra says, "No, bronzes don't Impress girls. Ever."

Korintha blinks a bit, watching. "Never before that /I've/ ever heard of."

Milque shakes her head, "I don't think so...

Chezroth watches the youngest bronze stand confused, and sighs amusedly.

"Good." This seems to placate Alaric as he resettles his feet in a new set of grooves, darting a glance again at Shahryar.

Shahryar glances at Alaric and crosses his fingers.

Arana looks between the egg and the hatchling. Not wanting to miss either the impression or the dragon that will emerge from the egg. Back and forth back and forth she glaces.

Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet is clearly at a loss and he turns to croon plaintively at his dam and sire, but then swings his head around once again to look at the girl. Ah...it's not her after all. There is someone attached to her. Someone who he has been looking his whole short life for.

Dendra wipes her sweaty face with one sleeve and flaps her robe to try and get some air on her back. Thank goodness she didn't wear a belt!

The Cupric Garnet Bronze Dragonet stares deeply into Alaric's eyes.

Arana smiles happily for Alaric, "Congrats."

Looking stunned as her sister, Merria, leaves the sands Airia barely notices her own lifemate looking at her quietly. That is until the green nudges the Tillekian's hand, causing the candidate to fall back into the hot sands with a yelp of suprise and then a happy twitter of the dragonet's name. Helped to their feet by an Assistant Weyrlingmaster the new pair move off the sands.

Korintha jerks on Alaric's arm -- then lets go. For good, this time. Her excitement softening into a warm, and yes, tearful look. "Oh, Alaric..." she whispers, understanding at last.

S'dar cheers for Alaric, the newest bronzerider on Pern! Meanwhile, Chezroth rumbles encouragingly to the dragonet itself, looking quite pleased that he managed to find his lifemate while still retaining *some* of his dignity.

Dendra smiles and congratulates Alaric on Impressing a bronze!

Keryn looks around and swallows. A soft sigh escapes as she lowers her gaze to stare at her feet once more, this time refusing to look up.

Shahryar looks partially disapointed, "Congradulations Al'ric, you'll make a fine bronzerider."

Milque steps away happily, leaving her sandal behind, "Congratulations Alaric..." She keeps moving to get out of the way of the dragon.

Korintha's tears stream into the lines of joy, worn and tired hands clasping under against her breast as she watches-intently-Al'ric's face. She missed most of Moll's, she'd like to watch this one.

Laurelin's eyes are bright, and she smiles, but her attention goes towards those left on the sands. This day is also a bittersweet one. "I know," she says, softly, in response to no one that you can hear.

Al'ric's eyes widen until they seem likely to pop out of his head, his mouth slackening as realization dawns that something is happening. Something, in fact, that he could not begin to describe. He drops Korintha's hand, then Milque's, numbly so, and sinks onto both knees as a rapt expression obscures any confusion earlier noted there. His hands capture the wedged bronze head, eyes glassy, and breathes, "Tiganath...I hear you," and draws the creature close in the most tender of embraces.

Rilsa takes several careful steps, avoiding some stray shards that happen to have shot out in her general direction. At the latest impression, she smiles warmly. "Congratulations, Al'ric and Tiganath. Welcomes to weyrlinghood. Let's leave the sands, eh?"

S'dar squeezes Laurelin's hand happily.

The remaining eggs Hatch and all the dragonettes emerge and find their lifemates. The new weyrlings are hurried off to their Weyrlingmasters -- to grown and to learn their duties. forty-eight new Lifemates, five Bronze, nine Brown, sixteen Blue and eighteen Green dragons and their riders head toward their duties and their destinies in the service of Pern and her people.

Al'ric has left.

Rilsa has left.

Tiganath has left.

Korintha looks rather tired and strung out, swaying a bit on her own. "Is it over?" Does she sound releaved?

Laurelin nudges S'dar.

Dendra sees the last of the new Weyrlings leave, and looks down at her feet. For all her protestations of not being sure, of 'knowing' that she wouldn't Impress, the reality is hitting her a lot harder that she ever thought it would.

As each impression is made, the candidates drift from the sands with their new lifemates, leaving those who are not chosen standing on the sands. Finally, those who have not impressed leave. Only Keryn remains after a bit, staring down at her feet, alone in the sands.

Milque gives a little sigh and hops over to get her sandal again.

Public announcement: Laurelin announces "High Reaches Weyr would like to thank everyone who participated in this hatching, all of our weyr members (who we could never do this without!) and especially every single candidate! We would like to invite everyone who is so inclined, to join us for celebrations (and condolences) in the Living Cavern (#1000). And drinks! :)"

S'dar looks around at the shells scattered on the Sands, and looks somewhat happy and somewhat sad... happy for the new Riders that were found today, but sad that the excitement of the evening has come to a close.

S'dar looks up. "Someone say drinks?"

Laurelin waits as the pairs leave the sands, and walks over to the ones left behind, gathering them together gently. Her eyes are filled with unspoken emotion.

Shahryar perks, "Works for me!"

Dendra shakes her head. "None for me. I promised I wouldn't have any wine if I didn't Impress tonight."

Korintha moves into the small cluster before the Weyrwoman, hands-for once!-limp at her sides.

Shahryar smiles (forced) "I aim to get roaring drunk...I'm not under any restrictions any more."

Milque smiles and takes her sandal, "Well, a good drink sounds good, like it never has before."

Dendra moves forward, shuffling her feet in the Sands, not looking up.

Shahryar hugs his fellow can... friends who got left on the sands.

Laurelin says to the assembled, "I just want to say, that just because your lifemates were not here on the sands today, that it doesn't mean that you might not someday, get another chance. The dragons chose you because they knew that you had promise. We'd like you to consider staying at the Weyr, if you wish, and if you're free to do so." She smiles at the good-natured bantering, but her words try to be kind.

S'dar nods in response to Laurelin, pursing his lips as he regards the Candidates still on the Sands.

Milque hugs Shahryar in return, with a little sigh.

Arana nods as she listens to Laurelin.

After a long silence, Keryn finally turns and walks off the sands alone, making her way back to the barracks.

Dendra nods and says, "Thanks for the offer, Weyrwoman. But I just don't know......" She moves off the sands, down the passageway and goes looking for Arryn.