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Lhiannonth> Lhiannonth shifts uneasily, raising her head to peer at the eggs. She extends her head and noses the nearest one, which shifts a little under her touch. Drawing back, she croons to Taralyth, and then the croon dissolves into a steady hum.

Lhiannonth> In the galleries, Davina eeps as she hears a hum when they enter the galleries, "What did we do?" She looks fearful that the gold will be mad.

Lhiannonth> In the galleries, Calla walks up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl.

Lhiannonth> In the galleries, Sallis's eyes and mouth go wide. "Did you see that? She's nudging them!" he points towardard the eggs.

Lhiannonth> In the galleries, Celebren walks in behind sallis and walks over so he can see the eggs. then grins "back to the barracks" he says and starts of at a sprint

High Reaches dragons sense that Jenryth lifts her head and starts to humm with excitement

Lhiannonth> Taralyth's head lifts abruptly and, pausing in his prowling, he looks at his queen with great shining eyes; a few careful steps take him to where she is, and he nudges a second egg to touch hers barely, just barely, in quiet confirmation. And then he, too, begins to hum.

Barracks» Sallis runs in. "Quick! Quick! The dragons on the sands! They started humming! And she nudged her eggs too!" He runs for his press and starts moving things aside as he looks for his robe.

Barracks» Desmeronda gasps as Sallis runs in, her hairbrush paused mid-stroke. "Now? That's no warning!" Not that there was supposed to be any, but still.

Barracks» Kalina glances up as Sallis comes in all panicky. "What? You mean ---- " Gulp. She pulls the carefully folded robe out of her press and immediately pulls it on, dark eyes widening and staying....well, wide!

Barracks» Celebren wanders in from the bowl.

Barracks» Celebren has arrived.

Barracks» Davina strolls in from the bowl.

Barracks» Davina has arrived.

Barracks» Nyckave rolls off his cot with a yawn and rakes a hand over his hair. "About sharding time." He murmurs and f lips open his press to look inside pulling out a length of white ribbon. "Oh, come now, we've been expecting it for days."

Barracks» Alex stares at Sallis as he comes running in, but a moment later he is at his press, getting out his robe and changing. He doesn't hesitate, but he does blush a deep, dark red as he changes.

Barracks» Amilin has arrived.

Barracks» Sria has arrived.

Barracks» Sallis nods and as Celebren and Davina enter he points toward the door. "They saw it too!" He starts shredding his clothes off, robe flopped out onto the cot.

Barracks» Davina comes in with a white robe soaking wet over her arm and pulls it on getting herself completely wet, "Great Cel...I look like a wet feline, the dragons are sure to eat me now." She wink making jokes to make herself feel better.

Barracks» Amilin heads in just a fraction of a second before Sria, "Everyone. It's time. Please, hurry, into your robes."

I'sai has arrived.

Barracks» Kalina straightens her robe and quickly pulls her hair up and ties it neatly with an off-white ribbon. Sandals are shakingly put onto feet, or at least attempted to be, but the way her hands are shaking, the sandals just can't go on. "Yes, ma'am, " she whispers, finally managing to get her sandals on at last.

Barracks» Kelreis , sitting on her cot when Sallis enters, freezes for a moment at the announcement, then gets up in a hurry and flips open her press and pulls her robe out. "I can't believe it's finally time," she says.

Barracks» Sallis is slipping into his robe as Amilin and S'rist enter. "Already on it ma'am!" He struggles to slip his hand into the large sleeve.

Barracks» Celebren dresses quickly and turns to see if every one else is ready.

Barracks» Kirana looks up at Sallis' yelp and slips off her cot, rummaging around in her press and pulling out her candidate's robe from the last time she Stood. With a minimum of fuss she changes and stands ready for inspection, her shifting from foot to foot the only outward sign of nervousness.

Barracks» Davina sits on her cot making it all wet but she's got to get thoose extra padded sandles on. When they are she goes over to Celebren and grabs his hand, "You're standing by me right?"

Barracks» See it, or -hear- it, feel it - Sria comes in just after Amilin, and she's looking around, watching for any flying robes that might come her way.

Barracks» Rosel blinks at everyone rushing in, and take him a moment, "Oh shells, My robe. And he dives for his press.

I'sai hastens up, still straightening his collar, sand clinging to the rain that'd slicked his boots. "Already? ...How'd that happen?"

Barracks» Celebren grins at Davina and squeazes her hand "of course"

Barracks» Alex has finished changing. He pulls once at the robe, then turns around, still blushing.

Barracks» Nyckave runs a brush through his sleep-tangled hair and then pulls it all back into a runner-tail, tying it with the white ribbon. He's not going to hurry but he's not moving slow either, just taking his time and making sure everything is done correctly. Off with the old clothes, on with the robe.

Barracks» A late arrival appears in the entrance to the barracks, suds still in his hair, a towel around his middle. "Is it time?" Shelivan asks breathlessly as he skids to a stop, water dripping off of him everywhere as he then propels himself with the slap of bare feet on stone toward his cot, hunting for his robe.

Barracks» Sallis slips into his robe, clothes still scattered about his cot, and runs up to the front of the barracks. "There, all set!"

Barracks» Kalina nervously looks around for Rylla, hurrying over toward the Trader girl. "Rylla -- " she manages to gasp out. "May -- May I stand with you?" The poor woman looks as though she's going to faint or keel over. However, the deep breaths she takes and the way she keeps her head up high indicates she's /trying/ to calm down.

Barracks» Davina grins and drags Cel with her over to Sallis, "You standing by us right?" She looks a little afraid, entierly soaked and pleadingish.

Josilina is bouncing on the balls of her feet, now standing, next to Lhiannonth, looking between the humming gold and the eggs. "What do you mean already? They've been out here -forever-. It's about time really. Oh dear Faranth they're /hatching/." Quick one, ain't she?

Barracks» Desmeronda changes too, but she's managed to corral two other girls to hold up sheets so she can change behind them. Then, she does the same for the others. As Shelivan rushes past she nods quickly. "How do we know they'll ah... wait for us? You don't think they'll hatch before we're there, do you?" Silly girl.

Barracks» Rylla watches the commotion with amusement as she quietly slips into her robe. At Kalina's question she nods lightly. "I had hoped you would Kalina." she replies in her angelic voice as a warm smile is passed to her. "You will remember to breath won't you?"

Barracks» Celebren is draged near Sallis and throughs an arm over his shoulder "You ready?"

Barracks» Kalina chuckles and releases said breath. "I....I will, yes, Rylla, " she nods. "Just remind me to. Constantly. Please." An already sweaty palm is wiped onto her robe.

Barracks» Sallis in turn places his shoulder over Celebren's "You bet!" He looks at Davina. "You ready?"

Barracks» Shelivan doesn't seem to go in for modesty. After all, he'd just run across the bowl wearing nothing but a towel. "I don't think they're going to wait on your pleasure, Des," he replies as he finds his robe and begins slithering into it. Wet skin and dry robe do not mix well, and the boy mutters a curse he heard one of Regex's sailors use on their recent fishing trip.

Barracks» Alex walks slowly over towards Rosel, carefully averting his eyes from the changing girls. "Stand by you?" he asks quietly.

Barracks» Kelreis smooths her robe with one hand, running a hand through her hair with the other. Then she stands still by her cot, poised and waiting, the only sign of her tension her hands, curled into fists at her sides.

Barracks» Davina nods her head slowly, "I'm wet but ready...you?"

Barracks» Amilin nods to Sri, "Start going though them and we'll get the paired up as they are approved."

Barracks» "I guess the riders know when we need to be there." Kirana tells Desmeronda, still standing by her cot but now looking towards Amilin and Sria.

"But, just a little while ago they - we - well, shards," I'sai says, but softly, reaching up to his dragon's muzzle; Taralyth dips it low, whuffles him over, and then promptly abandons him for keeping watch over Lhiannonth, over their eggs. "Any last words, before they go to their fate?"

Barracks» Sria nods to Amilin, and calls out, "When you're changed, please let me make sure everything's in order. When you're ready, you'll be pairing up for when you head out to the sands. Kirana, you're okay."

Barracks» Rosel manages to get his robe on with a bit of fummbling, then gives a bright, but nervous, smile, "Sure Alex. We suppose to line up? Have they said?"

Barracks» Sallis raises his hand. "I'm ready!" He looks at Celebren and Davina then back at Sria. "Do we have to be paired? How about trio'd?"

Barracks» Celebren moves Sallis and Davina over for Sria to inspect.

Barracks» Kalina nods over toward Sria as she hears the rider and smooths down her robe a final time, keeping herself together and from shaking in what she desperately hopes is a ladylike way. Casting a sideways glance at Rylla, she murmurs, "Are you ready to be inspected?"

Barracks» Haben has connected.

Barracks» "Not mine," Desmeronda points out to Shelivan. "I'm dressed already. Your robe is clinging weird." Nice. Kirana's reassuring words earn a small smile. "Thanks."

Barracks» Alex nods to Rosel, taking one last moment to make sure his clothing is in order. Then he waits for Rosel to be ready to move over to be inspected.

Barracks» Nyckave stands up from his cot, scanning the room for someone he might want to stand with but in the end he just stands by himself, confident in that choice. The guy's gotta stand alone. "Ready." He tells Sria and Amilin, giving one last check of his sandals.

Barracks» Kirana bobs her head to Sria and looks around for a partner, expression a little more worried now as she sees her fellow candidates pairing up.

Barracks» Rylla gives Kalina another reassuring smile as she moves closer, running a hand over her new robe to make sure there are no creases in it.

Barracks» Kelreis moves away from her cot toward Sria, uncertain, but ready to be inspected.

Public announcement: S'rist announces "The dragons are humming and the eggs are wiggling on the High Reaches Sands. Come watch from the galleries. (#510)"

Barracks» "Pair," says Sria. "You're fine, Sallis, and Kalina, Davina, Celebren, you too. Rosel and Alex," with a quick look in that direction, "Good. If you don't pair up, we'll do it for you." (OOC: if you're paired, one of each pair please page Sria with the two names)

Barracks» Shelivan gives Desmeronda a /look/. "You try putting one of these on after getting scared out of your wits and grabbed out of the bath and told to run over here quick as one can," he says as he fusses with the sandals given to him, wiggling his toes until they fit right. He's still got suds in his hair as he takes out his earring and tells Silly in a firm tone to guard it and to look after the little blue firelizard, too. The green firelizard cheeps vapidly once and settles in to stare at the pretty bauble.

Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth's accustomed diamondine presence flickers with light and inversely glowing dark, hot on the hum that rides through them, through talons and sand and stone: instinct knows, these sands will show - _their_ eggs, their hatchlings. Hatching. _Now_.

Barracks» Rosel gets it together, in a slightly rumpled way, then heads to stand with Alex.

Barracks» Celebren pairs up with Davina, and stands next to sallis

Josilina rubs her hand against Lhiannonth's neck, watching the eggs intently as if she worries they'll all explode at once, before the candidates get here. "Last words?" She echos, 'brow furrowing. "Oh! Yes. I..." She pauses, for dramatic effect, tone heavy as if giving prelude to something important. "I hate sand." She gestures to the floor of the cavern with a flourish. "Do you? Have any last words?"

<=HRW=> R'don laughs at Jos. "How profound.."

Barracks» Kalina relaxes the tiniest bit as she is approved and gives Rylla a very nervous grin. "Ready?" she asks in a rather shaky tone. She smoothes back her hair with a hand and wipes the other on her robe. Again.

Barracks» "Alright," Desmeronda says to Shelivan, conceding that. "You look pretty good then." She stands, patting her robe down, wrinkling her nose at its plainness. "What do we do now?"

Barracks» Sria continues, "Rylla, you're fine," and she nods to Nyckave and Kelreis, as well. "Desmeronda, you too."

Barracks» Sallis looks around for anyone standing alone that he might be able to pair up with.

I'sai glances at her slantwise - and then away, was that a bit of shell popping off? - and back again; he clears his throat and rallies, "I hate mud more." Off on the other side of the clutch, Taralyth snorts.

Barracks» Shelivan jerks his thumb over to the riders. "I'm ready," he says, finally managing to straighten his robe into something that doesn't look quite as obvious as before. However, his ears are slightly red from the compliment Desmeronda gave him, and he looks at her sharply to see if she's kidding or not.

Barracks» Alex grins at Rosel, and excited look on his face, though his cheeks are still flushed a bit with embarrassment from all the changing. He stands relatively still, waiting patiently.

Lhiannonth> Taralyth senses that Lhiannonth blends anticipation with excitement, all overlaid with that insistant, throbbing *hum*. It's that hum that says it all. They're coming. The babies. And now it's just time to wait for them.

Barracks» Sallis looks back at Davina and Celebren as he wanders away. "I'll be right back, I need to find a partner."

Barracks» Davina nods at Sallis, "You find us though...promise.

Barracks» Desmeronda doesn't look like she's kidding. She looks nervous, slender fingers braiding her hair, then drawing it loose again. "It's worse just waiting," she murmurs to Shel.

Barracks» Sallis grins at Davina. "I promise!"

Barracks» Davina grins and nods her head, "Good."

Barracks» Nyckave lifts a hand over to Haben, trying to attract his attention, "be my partner for this walk onto the sands?" A pause, "Just, don't hold my sharding hand."

Barracks» Celebren grins at Sallis "you better, can't break up the team now."

Barracks» Shelivan's expression softens from that intense scrutiny look he just had. "I suppose so," he says diffidently. "You don't mind standing with a mere cotholder's boy, would you?"

Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth teases, even now, with a sense of her sharp talons so -very- near those beginning-to-fracture shells: she doesn't -have- to wait. No? Oh, all right.

Barracks» Haben gives Nyckave baby canine eyes, "oh, Nyckave, why not?" he asks simperingly. He chuckles, and then ducks slightly as he takes his place next to the taller candidate.

Barracks» Kelreis gives a constrained smile as she is declared ready by Sria, and glances around, watching everyone pair up, looking a little lost.

Barracks» Amilin works her way down the line, eyeing Davina's wet fore, then stepping to the door, "Alright. Everyone listen up. Were heading to the sands through the Weyrleader's ledges. Stick with your pair. (If you've not paged Sri, please do so.) Sria, will send you out in pairs. Please keep it nice an orderly."

"Mud?" Josilina rolls her eyes just slightly. "Mud's nothing. Mud's fun. It's squishy. We haven't had to sit around a big room full of mud for the past Turn." Turn, few months, same thing. And then suddenly: "Oh! It moved! Look!" Excitedly she points to one of the smaller eggs, which has indeed been rocking for the past minute or two.

Barracks» Rylla offers Kalina her hand as she nods. "I believe so.. Oh wait do I have time to fix my hair? It should only take me a few days to locate my brush." Ok she's nervous but she'll never admit it.

Barracks» Kirana is still standing by her cot, shifting nervously and looking for a partner. Seeing Sallis wandering around she steps forward and gruffly asks, "Stand with me?"

Barracks» Sria says, "Shelivan, you're fine," and: "If you don't have a partner, find someone else without one. Kirana, Sallis?" With a glance to each of them. "We'll pair you, if you don't."

Barracks» Kalina chuckles lightly at Rylla and takes the girl's hand with a nod. "Alright. Let's face this together."

Barracks» Nyckave takes a lighthearted swing at Haben, missing by a good amount mostly because he wasn't truely aiming, "leave off." Then, "ready?" after hearing Amilin's orders.

Barracks» Desmeronda glances at Shelivan, startled a moment... then she gives him a bright pleased smile. "Of course not! I'd like to stand with you, Shel." There's an awkward pause and she adds, "And, hey, maybe that way I'll get to see an impression close up. Right?"

Barracks» Haben leans forward to Rylla, He mutters to Rylla.

Barracks» Sallis looks over at Kirana. "Oh, you need a partner? I need one!"

Barracks» Haben can't help chuckling as he straightens up again. "Do I have a choice?" he asks with raised eyebrows.

Barracks» Shelivan blinks at stares at Desmeronda. "Sure, if someone else's on your other side," he says a bit awkwardly. His ears go even a bit more red, and he runs a finger under the fabric of the robe around his neck. "Is it warm in here?" he mutters.

Barracks» Nyckave nods to Haben, "you could always sit this one out." He doesn't sound any more out of sorts than he might be if getting ready to attend a late super in the weyrhall.

"Maybe, but I had to walk around in it, couldn't even -fly-, and then Gederoth _splashed_ me with - " I'sai breaks off, heading to where she'd pointed for a closer look. "It's definitely moving. Don't see any cracks yet, but someone's in a hurry. Tell me those candidates didn't stop to trim their toenails?"

Barracks» Celebren clasps Davina's hand and smiles at her, then mutters somthing in her ear.

Barracks» Rylla's eyes light up as she turns and smiles to Haben after hearing his softly spoken words, then looks back to Kalina with a lifting of her chin as she braves herself for what is to come.

Barracks» Sria continues, "Haben, your robe is fine. Pair up, everyone, and follow Amilin."

Barracks» Kirana shuffles over to Sallis with a nod to Sria. "Yep. Ready?"

Barracks» Rosel moves closer to the door as he's set to head out, glancing at Alex, and then grinning, a bit like an idiot. A nervous one.

Barracks» Haben nods to Sria, "Thanks ma'am," he says. Then he turns to Nyckave, "but I wouldn't want you to lose all that money you bet on me," he replies innocently.

Barracks» Amilin nods once more and leads the way.

Barracks» Amilin wanders out to the bowl.

Barracks» Amilin has left.

Barracks» Kalina swallows hard, very hard, and then prepares herself to face another group of rocking eggs and creeling dragonets. And with that, she follows Ami.

Barracks» Kalina has left.

Barracks» Davina rolls her eyes at Celebren and squeezes his hand, "Lets hope so." She follows after Amilin dragging him behind.

Barracks» Alex grins at Rosel, his eyes alight with excitement, and a bit of nervousness.

Lhiannonth> Taralyth senses that Lhiannonth counters with the image and sensation of a chunk of shell stuck to a talon and not coming off. Such a meathod would 'cause more problems than it would solve, see?

Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth promptly visualizes the long snake of tongue that's her -licking- it off. (And if her tongue gets stuck too, would that be his fault?)

Josilina looks like she's trying very, very hard not to dissolve into laughter at I'sai's mud misfortune. "Oh that's...that's just terrible..." She sympathizes, voice strained with held-back amusement. "Trim their toenails? Why would they want to do that? I'm sure they're coming. Unless someone stole all their robes. That would be bad." Indeed.

<=HRW=> Reye thinks that would be funny. We should do that sometime. They'll all come out with towels wrapped around them. ;)

<=HRW=> Ysabel laughs!

<=HRW=> N'tan says, "See, this is why I call you 'Trouble'. :)"

<=HRW=> R'don says, "We could blame it on Vorlin!"

<=HRW=> Josilina snickers

Lhiannonth> Taralyth senses that Lhiannonth confirms that. Yes, it would be very much his fault. Not to mention, he'd have to deal with her stuck to his foot. And here she offers the comic visual of him trying to go across the bowl with her attached. It just wouldn't work out right.

I'sai messes with his collar again, glowering - mostly feigned, _mostly_ - "It doesn't look so bad now, but that's 'cause I washed first, and if I hadn't, there'd have been all the mud and, yeah. ...Taralyth, that isn't funny." The bronze stops trading looks with Lhiannonth for a moment, and promptly snorts at him again. "...No respect. Do you have any idea what trouble you lot are in for, with hatchlings out of the two of them? Wonder what would happen if someone -did- steal their clothes. Robes. Maybe there's some market for them, in an outlying Hold. You know: 'Here's a robe that So'n'so wore last clutch! He Impressed! It'll bring you a good harvest!' Or something."

Amilin has arrived.

Amilin makes her way out onto the sands, and takes up a place off to the side where she will have a good view of the hatching.

Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth would point out that it would be -her- stuck to -her own- foot - but laughter's just radiant within him, brilliant aquamarine within the blue: of course; she's right. She might have her rider lick it instead.

Rosel has arrived.

Alex has arrived.

Josilina shrugs mildly, "I'm not in trouble. It's Sri, and Ami who have to deal with them." She shows little sympathy for her friend and sister. "Good harvest? I'd think it'd bring less thread-damage. Or something. Wouldn't that make more sense? Oh!" She exclaims, just short of squealing as the first candidates come out. "They're here! Look! With their robes on too!" Oh the excitement!

Rosel makes his way out nervously, but trying to fain the casual, as he and Alex make their way out, and towards where the end of the semi circle will begin.

Alex walks beside Rosel, a touch of a flush still coloring his cheeks. He has a nervous grin on his face, though he's clearly trying to appear perfectly calm.

Rylla has arrived.

Kalina has arrived.

"Oh, I see. -Payback-." I'sai twitches a smile, standing up on his toes toget a better look at the candidates. And -their- toes. "See, but good harvest, that's something they can do something about, not like the less Thread-damage, unless it were a matter of radiating... now, _that_ might be a crack," and he points to the shell she'd first spotted. Meanwhile, Taralyth's moved to where he can shadow Lhiannonth and stare down the candidates, all at the very same time.

Davina has arrived.

Celebren has arrived.

Rylla walks out carefully holding Kalina's hand, which she squeezes again before stepping to a vacant spot in the semi circle around the eggs.

Nyckave has arrived.

Celebren walks out on the sands holding Davina's hand.

Haben has arrived.

Nyckave strides across the sands alongside Haben, his white robe fluttering around his long legs, clinging to him with the wind created by his fast movement. He takes a place in the ring around the eggs and stands with his hands clasped at the small of his back. Feet wide apart, he has a very balanced posture, relaxed but ready for movement that might come from any direction. He's ready for whatever is delt out.

Kirana has arrived.

Davina comes out onto the sands soaking wet and dragging Celebren behind her. She looks nervous by is trying to hide it with a grin, "Come on slow poke." She join the circle, leaving room for Sallis and Kirana beside her.

Sallis has arrived.

Desmeronda has arrived.

Kelreis has arrived.

Shelivan has arrived.

Celebren smiles and stands on the hot sand grining at Davina, as they join the circle.

Kirana walks out next to Sallis, pointing to where Davina has left space for them in the circle and heading in that direction.

Haben almost jogs in with Nyckave to keep up with the other's longer legs. He takes his place, scanning the galleries first before focusing on the eggs, standing almost on tip toe as he tries to spot a specific one.

Sallis grins and follows Kirana to a spot near Celebren and Davina. "Thank you Kirana!"

Amilin grins at Josilina's comment, and casts the pair a wink, before turning her attention to the candidates.

As the Candidates come out onto the sands in pairs they form a semi-circle around the eggs. They then bow, not really in unison, but close, to Lhiannonth, Taralyth and their riders.

Amilin pages to I'sai, Josilina, Matheny, S'rist, and Sria: And here we go ;)

Desmeronda steps onto the sands with Shelivan and Kelreis, the last of the candidates to emerge. She pauses at the sight of all the people in the galleries, takes a breath, and straightens her shoulders. Her sandals make small divots in the sand as she moves to the edge of the semi-circle, leaving room for the others. "I didn't think there'd be so many people," she whispers to them.

Spilled Beads Egg starts to rock a bit more vigerously than the rest of the eggs, popping out of its former place in the clutch in its gyrations and hitting lightly against a clutchmate.

Kalina glances towards the galleries, as if hoping to pick out a familiar face. Not being able to distinguish anyone watching from her place in the semi circle of candidates she turns her full attention back to the eggs.

Shelivan brings up the rear, the last of the candidates, with Kelreis and Desmeronda in front of him. At first glance, he appears to be sweating heavily already, but the clear whiteness of soap still in his brown hair might indicate someone hadn't had the full opportunity to rinse before being ushered to the barracks. Completing his bit of the bow, he smiles slightly, his eyes focusing on one of the eggs in particular, before addressing Des and Kel. "Kelreis, stay with us?" he asks hesitantly, gesturing to an open spot near him and Desmeronda. His eyes widen as his favorite egg twitches a bit, and he sucks in a gasp, swallowing again.

Celebren watches the Spilled beads Egg start to move, and squeases davina's hand.

"But that's the point. The robe is a good luck charm." Josilina insists. As she glances over the candidates she adds, "Though it doesn't really matter, 'cause no robes were stolen. They're all wearing one. ...Well that one," She points out one of the candidates, "looks more like a sheet. But I think that's just the sewing job." Ami gets a little wave and a mouthed, 'Hey Ami!' "A crack? Where? Oh! Oh!"

Sallis turns to Kirana. "Oh, look at that one! Its moving already!" He flicks his hand a bit as his robe slips down a little further onto it.

Davina smiles at Sallis and Kirana, "lad you two could make it." She squeezes Cel's hand back, "This shall be fun." The water continues to pool around her feet as her robes just keep on dripping.

Rosel, for once, manages to stand up strait. Eyes scanning the eggs, and resting on one, as he sees it rock. He gives Alex a small nudge to get his attention, "You see that?"

I'sai, perhaps at Taralyth's mental nudging, looks Amilin's way in time to catch that wink; he narrows his eyes at her - her fault, after all! - but then lightens it with a grin. As the eggs take on new life, and the remaining candidates file in, he takes one last look around at the scene and then steps back, Josilina's way. "_There_. And the other one's a pillowcase, only a pillowcase big enough for four at once, more likely."

Kelreis walks out with Desmeronda and Shelivan, her steps a bit stiff, her arms held tightly at her side. She takes her place carefully, shifting from side to side a bit as if to find the very best place to stand within the bounds of being in place in the semi-circle. Her eyes are on the eggs, and only when Desmeronda says something does she glances toward the galleries. Her eyes widen. She looks back at the eggs almost immeidately, though, as she catches motion out of the corner of her eye. "Did you see something?" She smiles at Shelivan and nods.

Spilled Beads Egg small fractures begin to spiderweb along the colorful shell, spreading from the point of contact with the other egg. Flicks of shell start to break off, and there is a hint of movement from within.

Alex gives the stands one quick glance, but his eyes are quickly pulled back by Rosel's nudge. He turns back to look at the moving egg with eggs wide, his grin fading a little as his nerves take over.

Nyckave's ashen eyes lift towards the galleries and the gaze stays there a moment as though he's found what he was looking for there. Time clicks by as he watches that spot with an unwavering attention. As though on a silent cue he looks away from the spot and readjusts his weight on the balls of his feet.

From afar, to Alex, Amilin, Celebren, Davina, Desmeronda, Haben, Josilina, Kalina, Kelreis, Kirana, Nyckave, Rosel, Rylla, Sallis, and Shelivan, I'sai takes a quick moment to say, hey, good fortune out here today - I've enjoyed getting to know you. Look forward to rp after the hatching, too! *now goes quiet, with them about to hatch*

"Is that your favorite?" Desmeronda asks Shelivan, gesturing toward the Spilled Beads egg. "Looks like we got here just in time."

Amilin chuckles and waves back to Jos, after all, her enthusiasm is a bit infectious, but she quickly is back to all business.

Kirana aims a nervous smile at the three she stands closest to, another glance to the galleries, then her eyes are riveted to the cracking egg. "It goes fast once it starts." she tells Sallis, shifting uncomfortably as the heat of the sands penetrates her sandals.

Celebren shifts uneasly on the hot sand as he stands next to davina holding hands, he watches the egg move with quite amazment

Spilled Beads Egg more and more shards break from the egg, yet still it doesn't fall apart! The dragon within must be impatient to emerge, for it is rocking all that much harder with the effort of the Hatchling inside.

Kalina's eyes open wider in excitement as she mentally traces the pattern of cracks over the shell of the egg that looks like loose beads. "Which one will hatch first?" she asks the candidate next to her without really expecting to get an answer.

Rylla watches the egg moving then turns quickly to smile at the others for a moment before remembering to watch the eggs and be prepared for anything. She kicks some hot sand off her sandal then ohs to Kalina. "It does?"

As the last shards of Spilled Beads Egg finally tumble away, a green dragonet is displayed on the sands, traces of egg-goo clinging to her, but unlike many others she's free of any lingering shell bits.

Immaculate Emergence Green

A thousand emeralds might have been melted down to deck this hatchling's frame, clinging to her like green water as she breaks from her shell. Her movements are careful, as if through a viscous liquid, every step meticulously placed. Though her wings lighten to a translucent seafoam in places - perhaps water's delicate effort to wash away her jeweled hide - deep green wins overall; it darkens to a near-black shade and seems ready to slide off scalloped edges in droplets of rich color. Talons and the tip of her tail match this growing darkness, her green dyes seeming to pool there, but her underbelly provides a cradling contrast, the verdant shades taking on a pale, creamy tint. A trace of antique gold circles her eyes, lending insight to her gaze, and the same accent follows narrow trails across her headknobs and neckridges, a hint of the brightness in this shadowed beauty.

Nyckave's deep voice rumbles out quietly, "And there's a green." Much like the announcer at the Ruathan Races, interested but detached.

Shelivan smiles toward Kelreis and then simply nods to Desmeronda. "Yeah, it is. I hope it hatches a bronze... that's good luck." He hisses softly and lifts one sole off the sands. "This is better with boo-oooooh. Look at her."

Sallis nods. "It sure looks like it. That one looks like he wants out of there pretty badly." He looks over at Davina. "Don't you think?" As he turns back toward the eggs, he sees the egg shatter and the green coming. "Wow. I guess so!"

Davina grins at Sallisand nods, "Yes but that is a her." She looks the hatchling over, "How beautiful."

Celebren takes a deep breath as he watches the dragonet hatch, "it is" he says with Davina

Kelreis absently pushes the sleeve of her robe up her arm-uselessly, as it immediately slithers down again-and stares at the green as she emerges. "She's lovely!" she exclaims, softly.

Haben quirks a grin and a sidelong glance to Nyckave, "who's egg was that?" he asks curiously.

Kalina claps her hands with excited approval as a green emerges from the egg she was watching so closely, "What a beautiful dragon!" She starts to take a step forward but right in time remembers to stay cautious and so doesn't move at all.

Immaculate Emergence Green stands for a minute, wobbling on legs tired from breaking out of that egg. She firms quickly, however, and is soon looking around, first at the crowd, then at her dam and sire, and finally at the Candidates. Her gaze doesn't stay long upon the Candidates before straying down upon her forelegs. Ugh. Sand. Egg goo. She shakes first one paw, then the other, followed in turn by both back feet, tail, and crumpled wings. Yeeeech.

Nyckave says to Haben, "Shelivan's." He turns his head and looks over at the lad, "I wonder if he fancies a green." More interested in the candidate's reaction than that of the newly hatched dragon.

Rosel grins at Alex, rather in awe, "Would you look at that?" Well, like he and everyone else wasn't?

Kirana watches the green and gives a short nod of approval. "She's a pretty one." She shifts position, trying to find one that's comfortable, then chuckles at the hatchlings behavior.

Alex watches the little hatchling, glancing once at Rosel to say, "Delicate, isn't she?" He comments a bit distractedly.

"She's like a jewel," Desmeronda breathes, leaning toward Shelivan. "Look Shel, out of -your- egg. I'd say that's as lucky as a bronze."

Rylla seems to stand stock still as she jaw drops open and her eyes round at the sight of the first dragonet. "I never thought.. Never in my wildest dreams... How beautiful." Coming out of her daze she then notices the goo and wrinkles her nose quickly.

Haben snorts a couple times, then raises a hand to cover his mouth as he begins to laugh, his eyes merrily contemplating the candidate mentioned with a green. And with the results of a green flight.

Celebren grins at the hatchlings actions, as he shifts his wieght on the hot sands

Sallis laughs quietly. "She looks like we do, shaking her feet off." As if triggered by the hatchling's actions he shifts in the sands, getting a bit on his sandals.

Shelivan watches the green with vast interest. "I guess so..." he says. "A prissy one, too. Have no idea /who/ she reminds me of." The boy's voice is a mixture of sheer awe and teasing. His gaze goes down the semi-circle, picking out another candidate, one with a wrinkled nose.

Rosel simply nods in reply, as he seems disinclined to look away, "Very." Seems the lad is a man of few words today. Not too surprising, that.

Kalina grins with amusement as the young green seems to be looking at her dirty limbs with disapproval. "I know just how she feels. The sands seems to stick to everything!" She brushes lightly at the sand on her own robe before she gives up and goes back to looking at the green dragonet.

Immaculate Emergence Green has what can only be described as a look of disgust on her face. After a moment of fastitious shaking, she hears a wobble from her dam, urging her to move forward to the Candidates. She begins to do so, heading towards a mixed group of boys and girls. Her speed, however, isn't very great because she pauses every few steps to shake the sand and drying goo from one part of her body or the other.

Kelreis giggles. "Lovely and neat," she says, then glances from Desmeronda to Shelivan. "His egg?" she asks. Apparently she doesn't know which egg is whose favorite.

Nyckave's voice is mild but not without amusement as he turns his head to look at Haben just from the corner of his eye, "Don't be crass." Did he hear what Haben was thinking or just take a wild guess to the nature of the laughter.

Davina giggles lightly, "A little picky I'd say..."

I'sai whistles softly, studying the newest - the first! - assessingly; he looks from her to sire and dam, as if searching for some familial resemblance, and aims a nudge at Lhiannonth's rider. "See -that-? And she's tidy, too."

Sallis grins at Davina. "Definately a girl dragon."

Celebren nods and grins "like someone else we know" he says to Davina and sallis

Alex shifts his weight a bit from one foot to the other, remaining balanced on the balls of his feet. He's heard too much about ungainly hatchlings. Still, he has looked back at the little green and does not look away again.

Kirana smirks a bit as she watches the green slowly make her way across the sands, nodding in agreement to Celebren.

Haben nugdes Nyckave with an elbow and has one last burst of laughter that turns into a coughing fit, before he points to the dragonet. "She looks like a feline that fell in the wash tub," he comments with a lingering grin.

Desmeronda raises her chin a bit. "She merely has standards for herself," she says to Shelivan, nodding toward the little green. "She's very graceful, meticulous. I'd bet her breath is never bad." With that, she examines the small dragon with more interest.

Immaculate Emergence Green is moving a bit faster now, especially as other eggs are beginning to Hatch in the clutch left behind. She stops in front of a young hold lad, looking up for a long moment. No, the green is not looking at the lad himself, but rather at a large splat of mud which has managed to splash onto the robe during the walk from barracks to sands. Obviously not the right boy, not with such...dirtiness about him. There is no Impession, and the green moves on, this time slowing as several girls are approached. Maybe one of these here?

Rylla continues to stare as she hops now from foot to foot. "The poor thing." she whispers to Kalina then goes on to add. "What little lady wants to be covered in that stuff and having to walk about in the sand?" she asks innocently.

Davina heres Haben describe the hatchling andbites her lip from laughingto much, "He's right you know."

Kalina agrees with the girl who is standing closest to her, "You're right hat little Green does need a good bath! It's the only thing to take care of the egg stuff and the sand." She holds her breath a little as the green seems to be honing in on some candidates.

Sria has arrived.

The water continues to pools around Davina and into a indent she just had to stand in, "At least my feet and cool."

Josilina lets out what can only be described as a squeak at the green's hatching. "Green!" The nudge doesn't miss it's target and she gives I'sai a wounded look before breaking into a smile again. "She is! It's a first. I think."

Immaculate Emergence Green shuffles to a stop, shaking off yet another bit of annoying sand which has managed to gain purchase beneath her talons. She looks up at the two girls, peering first long at one, then at the other. It is the other that catches the Hatchlings attention...

Runner's Field Egg rocks slowly at first, building up momentum. Grains of sand slip from it, a yellowish spot on its shell coming to the forefront.

Immaculate Emergence Green is now listening.

Kirana casts an incredulous look at Desmeronda, then shakes her head and looks back at the green. "Did she pick someone?" she asks, craning her neck to see.

Rosel watches the green's progress, forgetting to check on the other eggs for the moment. Even seeming to ignore the heat, such is his fascination. But that surely wont last.

Shelivan smirks. "There's a difference between standards and being aware that there's times when you simply can't help being dirty and it's not your fault," he replies to Desmeronda, checking to make sure Kelreis is all right at the same time. His return fire is spoken almost automatically, like he's just filling the rol he's agreed to play.

Celebren nudges Davina "that is your egg" he says in an almost wishper.

Alex watches after the little green with all his attention, seemingly unaware of much else. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other unconsciously.

Sria hovers on the edges, where she can watch and watch -out-, at the same time. The green's path gets a careful regard that extends to the nearby candidates.

Sallis watches the green make her way amongst the candidates. "I don't think so. She's moving around again." He looks back over at the sands. "Is that your favorite rocking out there Davina?"

Kalina remembers to breath and then cries out with happiness, "Pheneth!! I love you too!" She puts her arms lovingly around the young green's neck and then steps back as if to take her all in again, "My Pheneth!"

Runner's Field Egg bumps into its neighbor, a dull, hollow crack resounding through the cavern, and sways as if set to roll over altogether.

Haben shakes his head as he overhears Shelivan. "Still lecturing, I see," he murmurs under his breath, barely heard over the commotion.

Davina nods her head at Celebren, "That is mine." She smiles and looks at it.

Desmeronda quirks a smile back at Shelivan, perhaps enjoying this little battle of words on the sands; it's a good distraction. "That doesn't mean- oh! Kalina's impressed her!"

Rylla ohs as she steps back from Kalina and Pheneth. "I knew you were meant to be a rider Kalina. Congratulations."

Pheneth bumps up against Kalina, seemingly trying to rub the drying egg goo off her hide and onto the new Weryling's robe.

Nyckave holds up a hand towards Haben to ward off any additional nudges on that side, squinting towards the green. "Well, that one didn't work out right." He does give a nod of congratulation at the new pair, but that's it.

Kelreis watches the green, with a few glances back toward the rest of the eggs. She pushes her sleeve up, it slithers down; Kelreis doesn't seem to notice. But she does notice when one of her darting glancing catches another egg moving. "I think there's another one moving," she breaths, and goes back to watching the green. "Oh!" she says as impression occurs.

Celebren sends a grin toward Kalina, "Good for you Kalina"

I'sai's caught just -staring-, eyes wide - the first, the very first! - and only after a glance at the redhead beside him does he straighten up, and start sizing up the remaining candidates as if ticking off wagers.

Sallis watches as Kalina impresses and turns to Kirana. "She was definately a greenrider." He smirks. "Which one is your favorite egg?"

Sria inclines her head, just slightly, and steps toward the newly Impressed. "Kalina, and - Pheneth," she says, lower-voiced, "Follow me, you two."

Runner's Field Egg rocks insistantly, shell flaking away. There's a quick flash of blue between one of the cracks, a fleeting glimpse of what the egg contains, before it goes toppling. There's a final shake, and the bronze within breaks free, carefully half-spreading his blue-edged wings.

Ingenuous Pottery Bronze

The dragonet has the sort of smooth contours that make it difficult to tell his size except in comparison to others, his deep fine-grained bronze rubbed in one easy line from dished muzzle through sturdily arched neck and body to the gentle sweep of his tail, quite as if it had been shaped from so much clay. Two other strokes of a giant's thumb might have crafted the broad, nearly-opaque wings, keeping the spars strong but drawing out the sails till they show light, if only when held to the noonday sun. While the ticklish curve of his belly is a little paler, as if it hadn't been fully fired, the only other notable variance is the gloss of blue that glazes his leading edges, its rich iridescence brushed equally from blunt talons to headknobs set widely above wondering, ingenuous eyes.

Haben nods along with Nyckave, "looks okay to me," he grins. "Congratulations Kalina!"

Kalina has left.

Sria has left.

Pheneth has left.

Kirana smiles over at Kalina as the cry goes up. "Good fer you." she says. "Kalina and Pheneth." Then she's distracted by the arrival of a bronze.

Alex watches the impressed pair for just a second before turning to look at the new source of movement.

Shelivan grins easily as he tracks the green to... "Kalina!" he calls out. "Good job!" He doesn't even see Haben's lips move, totally distracted by the impression from the remark. "A bronze..." he breathes, hands clutching at the sides of his robes.

Celebren ohs as the bronze come out of the egg, "look at that".

Sallis spots the bronze hatch and his eyes widen. "Ooh, look at that one! he's a strong looking one!" He looks over at Celebren with wide eyes then back out toward the hatchling and other eggs.

Rosel smiles broadly for Kalina, "A green! Well done m'lady." His gaze shifting soon to the other eggs once more and the newest arrival.

Davina pouts slightlyas it is a bronze, "Ah...he is handsom though." She shifts her feet a little but only from discomfort.

Lilting Melodies Egg gives a little hop, then slowly rolls out of its place in the mound out further onto the sands. As it rolls it's not a smooth roll, but a slow then fast then slow again.

Celebren grins at Sallis "that he is, Sallis"

Nyckave inclines his head towards the breaking Runner's Field Egg and says, "Tonu" the name of a candidate who which he obviously felt at one point would be the right pair for whatever dragon hatched. He looks towards the squirming Tonu to see his reaction."

Ingenuous Pottery Bronze doesn't so much wait for oohs and ahhs as just take his time getting the rest of the way out of his shell, wings held a little wider as if balancing, blinking away a little of the egg's membrane that'd clung to his fine head. Another step, another, and he manages not to fall, only then orienting on the candidates with his eyes spinning that much faster, redder, curious in anticipation.

Rylla ohs as she watches the next egg open and a bronze appear. Her gaze instantly turns to the males with a smile. She seems to think her job of watching the hatchling as she catches movement from another egg. Her gaze turns towards it with baited breath being sucked in.

Kelreis watches the newly impressed pair with a curious, arrested look on her face. She spares a few glances for the bronze, but keeps most of her attention on Kalina and Pheneth until they are out of sight. Then she looks back to the rest of everything-the eggs, the hatchling, the candidates-dividing her attention between all the elements of the scene about evenly.

Haben cranes his neck in the same direction as Nyckave. "Tonu, huh?" he muses. He looks over the lad, then looks back to the bronze. He grins, then scans the sands again, making sure that nothing dangerous his headed towards him.

Kirana nods approval as she watches the newest hatchling. "He's careful. Handsome, too."

Sallis watches as the bronze takes his first steps. "Surefooted, he is. He'll be a big one, that's for sure!"

Desmeronda shifts from foot to foot, then forces herself to stop, hands knitted before her. "He's a dashing one," she comments to Shelivan and Kelreis. "And... determined looking, too." She leans forward, trying to see which way he'll go incase there's some of that dodging involved.

Alex watches the bronze, shifting his weight from one foot to the other due to the heat. He glances at Rosel, commenting an idle, "Strong bloodlines, there." He nods to the newly hatched bronze.

Celebren nods with Sallis and says "That is evedent, he is in no hurry"

A gentle crash, as if of waves against a rock, marks Unsettled Waters Egg's fracturing to produce a watery-looking hatchling. The good-sized blue shakes himself off, shards spraying from him, but doesn't lose the watery look before he decides which candidate in the sea of white is good enough for him, and meets the wide eyes of a boy from the Seacraft Hall.

Shelivan doesn't seem to be able to articulate anything else right now, his eyes on the bronze, like any boy in his Hold would do. "He's wonderful," he murmurs, the awe once more in his voice. "Not clumsy at all." He doesn't seem prepared to dodge, other than how he's holding his weight, balanced on the balls of his feet. Some of the suds on his head slowly make their way down his hair and slide onto his nose, and the boy doesn't even seem to notice.

Celebren looks as his egg hatches and ohs as he sees the blue come out of the egg.

Lilting Melodies Egg slows down its rolling about, then speeds up in tempo, rolling about until it bumps into another egg and comes to a complete stop. Then it rolls out further away from the mound and begins again, almost as if it was giving itself more room.

Rosel turns slightly to his friend, and comments, "Indeed. He looks a bit like he'd appreciate a good swing, don't you think... Well if he could." Yes, trust these two to make such observations.

Nyckave's lips compress just slightly before he sighs and looks away from the newest pair, "Well I'll be shattered, my plan isn't working out so well." He looks over at Alex, "I thought he would have been a good match too. Maybe I wasn't persuasive enough." Then, "There's Rylla's egg." The Lilting Melodies one of ocurse.

Ingenuous Pottery Bronze tries another cautious step, and then another, eyes that much brighter for his success. His tail begins to swish, and his fingersails start to move independently of the rest, but even as he's trying out how his body works for the first time, he's ceaselessly moving toward the candidates. Around one egg. Another. Through the shards of his sister. Closer and closer he's getting to the line, towards a ... a dark-haired girl? Must be one of the boys nearby.

Sallis ooohs as the Seacraft boy impresses. "Ooh, that was a quick one!" His eyes follow back over to the bronze. "Oh, he's getting closer!"

Kirana's eyes dart from the latest Impression to the bronze moving around, and back out to survey the eggs. She stands on one foot for a moment, trying to find some relief from the heat.

Haben grins. "I hope it worked for me, though," he says. "And for RYlla...." he adds in an undertone.

After bumping quite a few times into its neighbor, a sharp crack splits the air, and in the midst of the Crafter's Mark Egg stands a small, wobbly, but imaginative green hatchling with what looks like the Harpercraft's symbol stuck to her foot. The first thing she does is lurch forward, trying to shake off the shard, and in so doing meets the eyes of a tall young man who'd been taken from the weavers.

Celebren nods at the sea craft lad, and turns his attation the the eggs.

Kelreis nods in agreement with Desmeronda, but her attention is more on the other eggs than the bronze on the sands, though she's by no means ignoring him. Spreading her attention. "Can you tell which ones are moving?" she asks. "Oh, look, another green."

It looks as if the pre-show is now coming to an end. Lilting Melodies Egg can't put up with the abuse from within for much longer, and the strain is showing as cracks widen and pale shell flakes, falling away to introduce a new green star to Pern.

Sallis doesn't even notice the other egg bobbing and twitching as he watches the bronze make his way closer to the candidates.

Water Lilies Green

A range of greens from dark malachite to medium jade dapple over the hide of this green in a pattern of thick smears of paint that is at once both delicate and verdant. This young creature's head and muzzle are both beautifully formed and smooth under the dark eddies of emerald and moss that glide down from her refined head knobs and glide past the faceting of her large and jewel hued eyes. Her back and sides are like the canvas of a fine painting that has been generously layered with swirls of the most harmonious of greens to hint at the view of a romantic pond upon which genteel water lilies peacefully float. The same quiescent tinctures can again be found over the backdrop of her egg dampened wings but here little flecks of shell pink and pearly lavender peek out occasionally to enhance the visage of tranquil flowers and placid pool. A serpentine swish of her water colored tail does nothing to disturb the elegant sereneness of her presence. Despite possessing the same newborn awkwardness that all dragonets are hatched with this diminutive lady seems to have a general demeanor of quiet refinement just waiting to blossom as she grows.

Amilin moves to help the newest pair off the sands, delivering them back to the ledges, before returning to her place, over looking the rest.

Desmeronda seems rooted to one spot, save for the momentary hop when the heat through her sandals gets the better of her. "Bronzes can't like girls, can they?" she clarifies to Shelivan in an over-loud whisper.

Celebren looks at the green that has just emarged, "look at that one"

Alex seems to notice Nyckave's glance, or at least he glances in the direction of the other boy for a moment before turning his attention back to the eggs and the hatchlings. He nudges Rosel, nodding out to latest green hatchling, "Awkward looking; likely she'll grow out of it."

Davina gasps as the green hatches, "Wow...look at her." She giggles and says, "She looks like she's standing in a puddle too." She grins widely.

Nyckave's nose crinkles up at the bridge as the Crafter's Mark Egg fails to match up. The Lilting Melodies Egg hatching however makes him turn to look at Rylla. People watching is of great interest to him, his hands clasped at his back once more. "Here we go. This will certainly be it."

Kirana peers with interest at the newest green, though Desmeronda is treated to another look of disbelief before she looks back out at the eggs.

Sallis hears someone mention another green and looks. "Oh look at that one! Those different greens with the wet stuff from the eggs... She's pretty!" He turns to grin at Kirana. "Do you like that one?"

Haben draws in a breath, then chuckles to Nyckave. "Oh, no, we can't have Rylla impressing that one," he decides. "One 'true lady' around the weyr is enough..." the slightly lopsided smile gives the lie to his words.

Shelivan looks quickly from egg to egg as more of them break apart, and their hatchlings quickly find their new lifemates. "Was that...?" he asks, his eyes on the former candidate on loan from the weavers. Finally, the tickling sensation of the suds on his nose breaks through and he scratches it away, wiping the stuff off, but not really seeing it, his eyes wandering back to the bronze, even as a second globule of soap decides to adhere to the law of gravity as well, sliding right down in front of his left ear. "No, they don't like girls," he answers Desmeronda, but now he seems uncertain. "At least, I didn't think they did..."

Rylla's eyes nearly leave her head as she steps away from the males and the bronze dragonet then gasps as the egg she's been watching produces a green dragon. "Oh, its so small and perfect and and.." She glances up to the stands and almost wishes she could make out her father as if begging him to buy her something like that.

Rosel watches the green pointed out, and nods sagely, "Hmm, yes. I think you've right on that." He watches a bit longer, "Yes, I do think she will." Shift. Maybe the heat is sinking in after all. Toasted toes anyone?

Ingenuous Pottery Bronze may be distracted by the water-lilies green hatching right in front of him, and it may take some doing to get around her, but with every step his demeanor eases: more lightly, more liquidly, just a little playful. But even so, he only risks little glances away from his chosen as he gets past the green, gets past the girl, till he's looking right into bright blue-green eyes. And he sniffs at the suds on the lad's head. And he snorts. What's with that?

Celebren grins and shifts a little on the sand, and grins "She is, and she looks very smart as well"

Ingenuous Pottery Bronze is now listening.

Kelreis lifts one foot, then the other, then gives a little hop and gives up for the moment, resigned to the heat of the sands. She stares at the newly hatched green for a moment, searching, then, catching the conversation between Desmeronda and Shelivan, she says firmly, "No, bronzes never impress to females."

Celebren gribs Davinas hand and motions toward Shelivan "I was right about that one" he says with a grin to sallis and Davina

Sallis shakes his head "Nope, no girls for bronzes." He watches as the bronze seems to focus on someone.

Desmeronda takes a startled step back as the pottery bronze steps by her, eyes widening almost to the size of teacups. Every bit of facade is dropped as she just stares at her sparring partner. "Shelivan, he's after -you-!"

Davina ohs as the bronze steps up to Shelivan and grins, "You were Cel." She grins and says rather annoyed, "To bad...I like that colouring." She continues her watching of the green now, water still forming, the robes fabric allowed it to hold far to much water and she never even rung it out before throwing it on.

Water Lilies Green moves free from the remains of her egg and starts to mince lightly about the encircling line of white figures. She gives several of them quick little looks with her rapidly whirling eyes, but keeps moving, looking. She gets to the end of the arc of candidates then turns slowly and starts to make her way back along them, getting in a second look before she narrows her choice down.

Shelivan bows his head, kneeling in front of the bronze. "It's soap. You know.. you clean yourself with it?" he says, a bright chatter of explanation. "Yes, we'll go eat... I'm hungry too... Giareth?" Blink. The boy just stares down into those whirling eyes. "Yeah... we'll have some great fun." A totally joyous and wicked smile appears on his face, the kind a prankster makes when he's found his life's partner in crime. "His name is Giareth!!!" he shouts happily, hugging the bronze suddenly, then lets go, as if boys aren't supposed to be doing that. And yes, his voice /cracked/ on the name. He doesn't care, that stupid grin plastered on his face.

Habens eyes widen as he watches the bronze sniff Shelivan. "Well," he says, skaking his head. "Just goes to show that you never can tell."

Miner's Glory Egg wobbles fiercely and looks as though it's threatening to shatter immediately. Hairline cracks do appear but for the moment the egg is intact and settles back down.

Kirana hears Shelivan's name being called, and then Shelivan himself speaking, and grins. "Congrats, Shelivan." she calls in his direction.

Sallis smiles as Shelivan impresses. "Wow Celebren, you're right on the mark! I owe you a juice!"

"It is," I'sai agrees, putting his hands behind his back, adopting a mellow smile - even if brighter amusement, _excitement_, can't help but break through. "Wonder if she'll keep that when she's grown... how many's that been? Three, five? And Taralyth says there's another - " he scans, and then points Shelivan out, "_He_ looks happy."

"You can too," Desmeronda responds hautily to Haben. "I guessed the moment he hatched." Well, maybe she didn't. But the story's a good one, and she's sticking to it.

Rylla turns and calls out a congratulation to Shelivan then ohs as she turns back just in time to watch the green pass by a group near by.

Kelreis stares, then breaks into a wide grin. "Oh, Shelivan! Congratulations." She smiles at the bronze, too. "And you too, Giareth," she adds.

Giareth all but squeaks under that tight hug, but he's crooning too, nuzzling shamelessly against the boy's sudsy face and hair.

Baker's Dozen Egg cracks the way eggs tend to do, and an average-sized, medium-color greenish green spills forth, looking the way hatchlings look, and sounding the way they sound, and finding a lifemate the way they tend to do. Surprised?

<=HRW=> Mohria laughs.

Alex glances over at Shelivan upon hearing his voice. Seeing what has occurred there, he calls out a low congratulations to Shelivan. Then his eyes turn quickly back to the eggs and hatchlings.

Haben's eyebrow shoot straight past his hairline at Desmeronda's defense of Shelivan. Isn't this the girl that Shelivan was insulting so constantly? "Really goes to show..." he says wonderingly...

Water Lilies Green comes to the end of the candidates and looks back again, an almost pleased look on her face, so many possible choices. But there just has to be one that's just perfect for her. So she makes her way back again, slowing down as she eyes one of the candidates that seems to have been looking off away for a moment.

Amilin heads over to the new bronze and his chosen lifemate, "Congratulations Sh'van and Giareth, is it. Would you follow me, we'll get him something to eat?"

Celebren grins and calls to Shelivan "congrads" then looks back at the other hachtlings with an in hale and a grin.

Nyckave says nothing at Shelivan's union with the bronze-or is that Sh'van's union with Giareth? Perhaps he's jealous, overjoyed, contemplative, stunned or uncaring. No one can tell what he's feeling but he does give a congratulatory nod towards the pair.

Miner's Glory Egg wobbles again, this time rolling fiercely off of the little perch on which it stands. A long crack appears.

Well, maybe they've become respected battle opponents. Desmeronda looks after Shelivan for a long moment, then turns back toward the eggs with a sigh. "I don't think I've seen him smile so much," she comments to Kelreis. "Knew I'd see an impression close up today. My sisters won't believe it."

Rylla lets out a soft breath as the green passes by again. "So beautiful." she whispers then quickly tucks a stray wave of curls behind her ear, trying to keep it from blocking her view.

The shell of the Threadfall Chart Egg warps under the pressure of its inmate with a slow, painful screech. Only then does it finally break apart, a toothy little bronze left standing in the aftermath. He promptly heads for a small group of candidates, sending the girls scattering, only to lurch to a halt before a blond boy from the Bakercraft and send him to his knees.

Sh'van laughs merrily and looks up for a moment. Suddenly, seeing the others. He gives Desmeronda and Kelreis a gleeful look, happy in the extreme, and he beckons to his new lifemate. "Let's go. I'm /starving/, and I know /exactly/ where there's food..."

Sallis grins, watching the eggs wobble and rock as he himself leans from side to side and occassionally flipping sand from his sandals. "There are a lot of greens, aren't there?"

Sh'van has left.

Rosel grins a bit more, "A bronze for him, wow. Imagine that?" He watches the pair, then turns back.

Black shards scatter to the sands, falling from Miner's Glory Egg as it gets nearer and nearer to the shattering point. The hide inside the shell is dark, and it may be difficult to discern between the dragon hide that's visable and the egg shell. Abruptly a leg finds it's way through, and it's only a second later before the rest follows and a focused brown dragonet reveals himself.

Quagmire Wraith Brown

Don't move too close to this brown, you may fall into his hide and never be recovered. A silent wraith moves down this brown's neck and back; a separate entity to its dragon host. The quagmire it glides over is boiling mud, so brown it is nearly black except at points where a bubble is forming, thinning the brown to a deep tan before it pops with a low sound. The wraith twines about the brown's wings, wrapping their muddied color in a silvery cocoon, much like a spinnerweb. This brown dragonet's eyes whir with dark colors, and any who dare get close enough to him may be in for a startling surprise.

Giareth promptly follows his lifemate.

Giareth has left.

Alex grins at Rosel, "Good for Shel, huh?" He asks lightly, not really expecting an answer as he looks around the sands.

Celebren grips Davina's hand "there you are, a beuatiful brown"

Kelreis glances away from Shelivan-Sh'van-and Giareth, and catches sight of the Water Lilies Green moving along. She smiles, then says to Desmeronda, "Right next to us! And a bronze. I almost can't believe-" She breaks of to watch Sh'van and Giareth head off, then looks back, gaze jumping around over the whole scene. "So much going on," she murmurs.

Amilin returns from seeing the pair safely off, then stands at the ready for the next set to be made apparent.

Sallis sees one of his favorite eggs hatch and points. "Oh! That's one of my favorites! And he's a brown!" He leans a little forward as if that would help him see better. "Look at that, look at the color!"

Davina grins as she shes the brown and ohs, "He's so dark...nice." She squezes Celebren's hand.

Water Lilies Green keeps looking over the candidates, narrowing her search down to just a handful. Then she makes a quick step over to look at one other candidate halfway further along the arc, before she turns just as quickly back, heading for a grey eyed candidate, her mind made up.

Desmeronda eyes the brown that's just hatched with a look of disbelief. "He looks like a mudpuddle that a mudpuddle spat up," she comments, then shares a brilliant smile with Kelreis. "Yes! Right -there-." The spot of sand Shelivan was standing on is punctuated with a foot. "We should gather some of the egg for him after this is all done."

Haben looks over as the green stumbles by, and then the brown is revealed to his squinting gaze. "And who does this cute, little, walking mud pool go to, Nyckave?" he asks curiously.

Water Lilies Green is now listening.

Smooth Carved Topaz Egg begins to rock, but it's discreet and rather half-hearted. From within there's a faint, faint tapping sound, as if the dragonet within is testing the walls of it's egg, to see how much effort will be needed to break through. Once the series of little taps have been sounded the egg goes still again.

Kirana sidles nervously away from the searching hatchlings, trying to keep an eye on both brown and green, and as well, watch where she's going. She winds up near a younger boy from a small Hold, who looks bewildered, even after all this time.

Quagmire Wraith Brown stands boldly upright as his still-wet talons test the sands for the first time. He seems to claim the Sands as his very own with a brash little bugle. He shakes himself free of the shell with little effort and seems to focus on the Candidates at once with an intense whirling gaze. The tableau holds for several seconds as the sands seem to go quiet. Then, without so much as a glance in either direction he starts forward seemingly intent on his goal.

Celebren grins at Sallis, and Davina a tower of stone, right.

Rosel nods, "Most certainly. And look. I think maybe that greens chosen. Can you tell who?" Shift. Time to stand on one foot for a bit.

The stormy-looking shell of Nutty Numbweed Egg starts to break up as cracks form along it, and a new thunderhead-blue hatchling is born. His color completely matches his attitude as he heads agitatedly around the sands, tail whisking up sand, and calm's only found when he finally Impresses to one of the older boys, one who'd Stood four times already and thought this might be his last.

Sallis stops his rocking as the brown starts to stare down the candidates. He turns to Davina and smirks. "He's looking at us!"

Celebren grins at this standing friends "that he is"

Alex shifts his weight, holding one foot up off the hot sands, he cranes his neck to look in the direction that Rosel is looking in, "I can't see who she's chosen."

Nyckave's voice is quiet, directed to Haben, "Athor." And then a shake of his head about the Threadfall Chart Egg, 'and that one...Janie. Blast." And the Nutty Numbweed Egg, "Sallis." What a track record for guessing.

Davina hums and look at the brown, "No he isn't..." She isn't sure though.

Rylla tries to divide her attention between the many hatchlings and the green that returns her way. She shakes her head then blinks as she looks up at Cibeth. "Yes food, oh how could I not give you anything you asked for?"

Kelreis nods. "We should!" she says to Desmeronda. "That's a neat idea." She looks at the new brown for a moment, then back to the green. "Oh, I think that green just impressed. Who is it?"

Haben raises his hand to high-five Nyckave, "there's one, though!" he crows.

Smooth Carved Topaz Egg finally resumes it's rocking, with more vigor this time. There's once again a tap-tap-tap sound from inside as the egg wobbles and shakes. Thin cracks begin to etch their way along its yellow sides, creating a faint web of lines, though it doesn't fall apart quite yet.

Kirana edges up to Kelreis. "Well, will you look at that!" as the green makes her choice. She actually titters nervously, then quiets for a second. "Congratulations, Rylla," she says, with sincerity.

Nyckave's expression peeks through, like a veil of fog lifting off an icy cliff so the sun can reflect off it. He watches in mute satisfaction as Rylla impresses, his only comment a nod to her that she's certain not to see. Then, as quickly as it surfaced the features smooth into disinterest and an almost callus disdain. He got one right! He got one right! Is that a smile? Maybe it's the light.

Celebren focus on the brown walking about, seeing where he is heading to.

Quagmire Wraith Brown stumbles just once as if some unseen force tilts the world on him unkindly. He recovers quickly though, displaying a fluidity uncommon among hatchlings. His eyes whirl a trifle faster but they never leave his goal. He begins to walk faster absolutely heedless of a stout looking girl nearby who manages to back up quickly out of the way.

Davina chears loudly for Rylla, splashing water all around as she jumps in her pile, "Go Rylla, congrats!"

Sallis notices Rylla leaving the sands and smiles, his eyes more or less on the brown walking about.

Nyckave does....relent and return Haben's high-five, though with not as much vigor.

Amilin makes her way across the sands to meet up with Rylla now, "Congratulations, Rylla. Shall we get you two set. If you follow me, we can get that meal she's so ready for. What's her name, then?"

Celebren girns at the brown "he is quick, and confident" he says giving Davina's hand another squeaze.

I'sai leans out, "Who's that? ...Rylla? And look, looks like that girl just barely got out of the way in time," gesturing towards the silvery-winged brown. "Close. Hope the rest will be as smart."

Kelreis says, "Rylla?" She moves foward a bit to get a better view. "It is. Congratulations!" she calls across the sands. Then a quick look at the brown, and at the eggs still left unhatched. "I wish it would slow down," she says to Desmeronda and Kirana. "I'm loosing track."

Desmeronda glances down the line, eyes squinting for a moment. "I... I think it's Rylla." A pleased smile follows and she comments to Kelreis, "Seems a good match, don't you think?" She glances down at herself, then makes an attempt at smoothing dark hair that's clung to her brow. Must be seemly.

Rylla nods as she begins to walk towards the ledge. "This way Cibeth. I believe there will be food in here." A smile is given to Amilin as she nods then repeats, "Her name is Cibeth, isn't she just perfect in every way?"

Kirana nods vigourously. "Me too. I quit keeping track of which eggs hatched a long time ago."

The Burgundy Red Egg is rich and deep of hue, and so is the liquidly reflective green that had sheltered within it, her wings tipped with reddish brown. The hatchling sways at first as if she's had too much wine, but soon rights herself, if only to all but fall on a blue-eyed boy from one of the nearby holds.

Josilina nods, slightly distracted as she tries to watch everything at once with little success. "I think Rylla got the green. Her name's...Cibeth? That or Cibith...starts with a C or S sounds like." There's a slight nod. "Yep. But they all have been so far. S'long as nothing really mean hatches."

Cracks widen across Smooth Carved Topaz Egg, giving a glimpse of green to any who watch closely. It then gives a last, violent rock before abruptly crumbling to reveal a woeful green dragonet

Deadly Nightshade Green

This is no overt minx sent to flaunt all the delights of her color. It's true that she is a beauty right from the shell, gifted with extraordinarily large jeweled eyes, which give her an ingenuous air. Her hide is also wondrous to behold, a backdrop of darkest nightshade that is overlaid by a swirling stream of virescent tourmaline creating a rich depth of hue. The finely crafted arte that runs along the back of her neck is the same delicate and dangerous shade of poison hemlock that enhances her headknobs while the venomous shading of her tail leans more towards the loden side of aquamarine. Gossamer wingsails are tinted a mixture of belladonna and hemlock both blending at any meeting edge into a glittering toxin that is enhanced by the dark marine of her spars and pinions. All the physical attractions of this young creature aside she holds herself in a way that betrays a cunning curiosity with the world around her.

Rosel blinks once, peering down the line, "She took Rylla? I think." Then he smiles, turning to Alex, "Yes, I think she did at that. And look, another."

Quagmire Wraith Brown stops suddenly in front of his goal. He lowers his neck to regard a girl with black hair and looks longingly into her pale blue eyes.

Quagmire Wraith Brown is now listening.

Rylla has left.

Cibeth has left.

"Something like that," I'sai agrees cheerfully. "And you're the lucky one who'll have to scribe it into however many hides, unless you pass it off to Reye or Ysa... and mean, well, what're the chances." He eyes the dragons looming over them, before looking out to the sands and their rapidly diminishing clutch.

Celebren ohs still watching the brown, but spies the new green to come out and ohs in wonder.

Kelreis nods. "A good match, yes," she says to Desmeronda, absently, gazing moving back to the brown. She runs a hand through her hair, loosening strands that have been pasted to the back of her neck by sweat. "Oh, look at that green," she breaths.

A little red-haired girl from the Healer Hall sniffs the air as if smelling baking bread, or perhaps it's the sweaty candidate cooking next to her, just as the Loaf of Bread Egg cracks open to release a curvy, turquoise-winged green into the world. The green flexes those wings for a moment, then abandons the ruins of her egg and heads matter-of-factly towards the apprentice, wasting no more time before Impression.

Davina points to the green, "Look at her...I like that colour." She grins and tries to watch both at once.

Alex nods absently to Rosel, shifting his weight again, "Good on her." Then he shifts his gaze, again looking where Rosel is, "Oh," is all he says about this hatchling, watching it with his wide eyes.

Farviewer Lens Egg bounces a couple of times and then lies still again, one small crack begins to form.

Deadly Nightshade Green picks her way out from the wreckage of her egg, shaking one foot to free it of a shard that's stuck on it. Shake, shake, shake. She throws a mournful look to what remains of her old home, before turning her attention to the half circle of candidates. Fabulous. What's she supposed to do now? And she's /hungry/ too. She creels pitifully - this is just terrible. Horrible even.

Amilin repeats the process, that has become pattern already. returning to watch after her charge has been passed along to her fellow staff members.

Sallis's mouth gapes as he takes in all of the hatchlings. "They're all so colorful! Its amazing." He looks back at Kirana and smiles then looks back toward the remaining eggs and the hatchlings.

Celebren watches the Nightshade Green, gives it a look of empathy "I know how that one feels"

Taralyth leans over to nose in his creeling offspring's direction, warbling soft reassurance: they're waiting, just go -get- them.

Desmeronda stares puzzledly before her as the mudpuddle stops in front of her. One arm is waved back down the line. "Go on. You need to find your person, muddy -- woOOoah." That last was only a breath, and she freezes where she stands. "You're Chusorth," she breathes. Duh. Suddenly it all sinks in and the girl sinks to her knees, clasping the quagmire brown about his neck in a hug as tight as Shel's. "You're so pretty!" My, that was a quick change of opinion.

Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth can't help but delight, here where the hatchling can't 'hear' - she did get stuck. She -did-.

Nyckave states as the green breaks free of the shards of the Smooth Carved Topaz Egg, "Desmeronda". As to whome he's been whispering to that little dragon about-or at least the egg itself. But then Des goes and blows his plans and the brown finds her. He nods in her direction but his mouth flattens some.

Kelreis says, "Oh, Desmeronda! And Chusorth! Congratulations." She stares from the girl to the brown, an amused smile forming at Desmeronda's quick change of heart. "Both side," she adds, soft, to herself. She grins at Kirana. "I think you're next."

Haben chuckles as he watches Desmeronda impress. "My, my, my... I hope I impress," he says with a grin. "If only to watch Rylla and Desmeronda..."

Sallis grins and actually claps his hands quietly. "That's a good one, there. She deserves a dragon, so nice."

Farviewer Lens Egg wobbles just slightly again, the crack getting just a bit wider and then the dragon inside takes a small little rest.

Josilina grimaces, as if in pain. "Thanks. We're out here, watching the eggs hatch, and you mention -hidework-. Honestly. Have you no shame? You're awful. Ooh, that green is -pretty-." She breaks off to remark on the new-hatched green. And then, "Who just Impressed?"

Davina grins as Dess impresses, "Who would have thought." She splashes again and cheers for her friend.

Kirana gives Kelreis a *look* "What do you mean, I'm next!?" Squeak. Well, that was undignified. "Next? Of course not."

Celebren still watches the Deadly Nightshade Green, but congraduatels Desmeronda and her new life mate.

Deadly Nightshade Green mopes around the immediate area of her ex-egg, wings partially unfurled in order to dry. It takes a gentle prod from Lhiannonth and one from Taralyth to get the green to look back at the candidates. A second prod later and she begins to shuffle towards them, looking over them with a mixture of curiosity and gloom. Suddenly however, she perks up slightly. Oh! Maybe she can convince one of those white things to feed her. Yes, yes indeed. And with that she speeds up a bit, giving each individual an inspecting look.

Rosel shifts to stand on just the other foot now, watching all with a slightly detached air. He's paying attention, but seems more like he's watching it all from the galleries, and not the sands. Well, other than the heat factor.

Nyckave nudges Haben and points him to the little Farviewer Lense Egg, "That one, you watch that one."

Alex watches the little green, smiling a little. He seems to be much less nervous now than he was when he first stepped out on the sands, though he still shifts from one foot to the other.

"No, not really, and thank you," I'sai says, with more of that elusive cheer. "It was, it was... what's her name, apprenticed, healer, little green? And - c'mon, Tear, give me the image - _Des_. Well, well, well. Guess who'll get to lug firestone."

Celebren watches the Nightshade Green, though looking about him every once in a while to see who is still left.

Kelreis says to Kirana, grinning, "Well, you're standing next to me, aren't you? And look what happens to people who stand next to me." She gestures toward Desmeronda and Chusorth, then widens the gesture to include the exit where the rest of the newly impressed, including Sh'van, have gone.

Lhiannonth> Taralyth senses that Lhiannonth gives a mental sort of 'tsk' - that's his daughter after all! Though there is some amusement of her own mingling there she can't help but point out that the hatchling - /their/ hatchling - didn't try and *lick* it off.

Amilin stops beside Des and smiles, "Congratulations to you both. If you could just follow me? We'll get the two if you squared away."

Haben starts as Nyckave points out the egg, "that's the one you were talking to me for me... let's see what comes out first," he teases. However, there is a little expentant forward to see what happens.

While its brethren hatch and hatch and hatch, The Apprentice's Slate Egg's inexperienced shell makes a mess of things at first, with cracks just appearing and nothing much else happening. However, in time the hatchling inside learns to really pound on his prison and breaks free, the dark-muzzled brown gaining confidence as he weaves between the candidates and finally stops in front of a startled girl from Fort Hold.

Sallis grins as he looks at Kirana. "Well, you /could/ be. I think it would be great!" He looks over at Davina and Celebren. "You two, too! I mean, you two also."

Farviewer Lens Egg suddenly shakes, the one crack splitting into several and then several more. Rest time -must- be over.

Glint, glint. The breaking sides of Farview Lens Egg glitter and wink in the light as more and more cracks crawl along the sides, quicker and quicker. Then with an outward shattering, the egg is gone and standing in it's place is an insightful little bronze.

Fanfare's Delight Bronze

Though he's shaded overall a dark, subterranean bronze, sparks of lighter hue are propelled across this leanly muscled dragonet as if from a blazing fire. The initial fanfare highlights almost the entirety of his pointed muzzle in a molten flare, but as it recedes down his limber neck, the light and dark hues swirl about each other in agitated consonance as if seeking resolution; his hide's undertones are muted and soothing, faint hues of jade green and sapphire blue that seem to reach up to the anxious bronze as if trying to draw it down from its frantic swirling. As the lighter shade reaches his long wings and lifts over their tops, excitement takes over entirely, rapidly brightening further as if kissed by the light of the sun. Lacing together like overlapping harmonies, from there the pale hue races to the tip of his long tail, ending abruptly like the silence which follows a log's collapse into the flames.

Desmeronda straightens, releasing Chesorth to wipe at one eye, then the other. Sniffle. "Hungry? Oh! Yes. I can feel you're hungry!" There's a stunned moment to process that, and she glances around, right there amongst the candidates. "Perhaps there's staff to bring -- oh, we're supposed to go to it. Riiight. Let's go. You can walk? You're so graceful..." The chatter fades off as Des helps her new dragonet to food.

Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth warms paternally, luminous silver-green within the blue: so true. Even -their- hatchling has something to learn. Maybe next time she'll get it right.

Desmeronda has left.

Chusorth walks off the sands with his new lifemate. Just as resolute and steady as a few moments ago.

Nyckave nods slowly towards Haben and like a feline who's just found a fountain of cream he moistens his lips, watching the young man to see his reaction.

Chusorth has left.

A percussive harmony of cracks and pops seems deliberately planned to herald the advent of this harmonic green hatching. She emerges with minimal effort from the perfectly written Sheet Music Egg, and treks out to find a lifemate of her own with perfect grace. Well, almost perfect. Actually, maybe not perfect at all: her walk is interrupted when she almost falls flat on her muzzle, hurrying to get to a strapping girl from Igen who'd looked as if she was leaving the sands, when she'd only been taking a step backward to relieve her hot feet.

Sallis says "Oh look! Look! Another bronze!" He tilts his head a little to the side. "He looks like he's got some other colors on him too!" He blinks his eyes a couple times. "Maybe its just the reflection.""

Haben gulps, "Nyck, you've been trying to convince a 'bronze' to impress me?" he queries. "You -are- ambitious!" he congratulates with a grin.

Deadly Nightshade Green is looking over the candidates in earnest now, though she shies from any who try to come too close. She's examining from a distance really. None, however, seem to fit her standards. Kicking the sand clumsily she stalks over to the other side of the semi-circle with a huff. Nothing decent there. But wait! What's this? A candidate is spotted and she begins to creep closer. She's discreet and almost shy about it as she approaches a lad with a pale complexion and dark hair, stopping right in front of him with a creel. Be mine?

Deadly Nightshade Green is now listening.

Fanfare's Delight Bronze just sorts of stands there for a moment once free of the egg. His head lifts as he just very calmly takes in the scene around him. Candidates there, yes. He tilts his head and looks over at his parents, gold and bronze there, check.

Weaver's Loom Egg sways a few times, blurring its unruly hues into a brownish smudge like the bottom of a paint-pot, but the motion's far too dignified to be a wobble. That'll change.

Ny'ave's face is leached of what little color it previously exhibited. Beads of sweat prickle his exposed brow and the sharp angles of his face. His voice, when it lifts announces one thing, "Her name is Kinzaith." Unwilling to allow even a trace of emotion to show, his voice and movements are artificial and stilted. Does he touch her-no, not yet, not right away. Maybe this isn't real.

Taralyth evidently can't resist, for he quickly moves his head so it's on Lhiannonth's -other- side. Two bronzes?

Kirana smiles, in evident delight. "Oh, yea, Nyckave! Good for you!"

Davina watches the bronze hatch and the green impress, but to who? She hops up in down since she is rather short trying to see.

Rosel comments in an aside to Alex, "Some of them seem to Impress so fast. I can't hardly keep track. And look, A green for Nyck."

Celebren watches the Hatchlings as they find there life mates, "Nyckave impress" he says to Davina with a grin

The swirling smoke-looking design of Forge's Fury Egg seems to be set into motion as the egg rocks and turns. It finally hatches, loosing a wet, all-but-black hatchling onto the sands and into the fray of white-robed people. The green looks up at sire and dam, warbles brightly at them, and marches on off to choose herself a lifemate: a sturdy young Weyr lad who'd always been interested in the egg -next to- hers.

Haben jumps as his partner in crime impresses... a green no less. He's torn between laughter and congratulations. "Incredible! I /knew/ that was your egg!" he exclaims.

Alex looks at Rosel startled, "Nyckave? Really?" He turns a bit to look. When he looks back, he's nodding, "It's really too fast to keep up."

Sallis watches his most favorite egg hatch and the hatchling move on and impress to someone. His shoulders slump slightly and his lips purse a bit. "Well, there goes my favorite..."

Weaver's Loom Egg sways a little more, shards of its already-hatched clutchmates crunching ominously beneath it.

Kelreis says, "Look at the bronze, isn't he-" Then, interrupting herself, "Look, it's Nyckave and that green." She shuffles on the hot sands, looking from one thing to the next.

Kirana blinks. "There was a bronze? I was looking at Nyckave and missed it, darn. Who did he choose?"

Amilin smiles as she steps over to this set, "Ny'ave, congratulations. If you, and Kinzaith, would just follow me?" And she waits for it all to sink in for them.

Sallis points to the Fanfare's Delight Bronze. "Nobody yet. He's still out there"

Kinzaith droops a little, head lowering and she creels up at Ny'ave. And then again, edging slowly towards him, wings wilting just a bit. And then in a burst she looses some of her shyness and attempts to nudge Ny'ave in his midsection.

I'sai, at all the pointing, finally realizes and looks in Kinzaith's direction as she takes on her lifemate - and laughs, softly, to himself. "...That's the spirit."

Haben chuckles, "you can hug her, buddy," he hints, his eyes glowing.

As the Journeyman's Boots Egg rocks back and forth in its spot, it looks as if dust has begun to fall uniformly from the shell, as if it's about to crack the rest of the way any moment. After a while, though, the egg stops rocking and settles down, only to split into two almost perfect halves. A dusty, quizzical hatchling peers out and, seeming rather intrigued by her surroundings, heads out to explore. Staring at this candidate at that as she goes down the line, finally she all but pounces on her perfect lifemate, a burly girl who'd had dreams of becoming a smith.

Fanfare's Delight Bronze very calmly and carefully takes a step away from his shards, the chaos of eggs hatching, impressions and just general noise from the galleries are ignores. They are inconsequential to his task at hand. He knows what he needs to do and he wastes no time. His movements are slow and purposeful as he starts to make his way over to candidates.

Ny'ave has strength of will and collected thought enough to fix a twisted smirk at Haben. He lifts a shaking hand to the green, is nudged and touches her-feels that it's real and he quickly moves from the sands before he loses all control.

Ny'ave has left.

Kinzaith has left.

Kelreis glances back at the bronze. "He hasn't choosen yet. He's still standing-no, now he's moving. Sort of slow, though." She tries to fan her face with a hand, not very successfully from her momentary grimace.

Sallis looks about at the diminishing half-circle and blinks a couple times, watching the hatchling from his favored egg leave with someone else. He stands up straighter and pulls in his bottom lip.

Haben watches Ny'ave go with a smile, then turns to see what's happened to the bronze that came out 'his' egg. "Such a business-like fellow," he remarks. "Wouldn't Dad like him."

Weaver's Loom Egg moves more quickly as yet another older hatchling moves away from his shards, beginning to crack, quite as if impatient to make sure that he doesn't steal all the good candidates.

Dust of Sky-Broom Egg has been rocking and cracking for some time, and now finally cracks the rest of the way to let a exploratory sky-blue hatchling into the world. He seems ready for anything and, after he paces up and down the row of candidates a few times, chooses an athletic boy with a large port-wine birthmark to be his partner in future adventures.

Like the final threads in a quilt unraveling so the pieces may separate the growing cracks across Weaver's Loom Egg meet and the shards fall away. A small, anxious looking green is left to gaze startled at the sands.

Fretted Glass Green

Ichor pulses strong and swift beneath the sharp-eyed dragonet's glassy hide, echoed by a fine-drawn fretwork of deeper green; that overlay intensifies her innate cool aquamarine, most concentrated down the fragile flesh of her neck and within the inner curve of her flanks, quite as if some sharp quill had picked out every vein and artery for further study. That coloration extends to her long wings, though translucent as they are, they're more apt to catch and reflect what's about her, whether that's dark stone or blue sky or the mingled hues of her brethren; by contrast, her spinal ridges are as unwaveringly dark as her talons, the green all but black with their very edges brushed by gold. Moderate in proportion, immoderate in motivation, she's a blunt-muzzled little creature with as much anxiety to grow out of as a long tail to grow into.

Celebren nods at the hatchlings and says to Sallis "stand proud" and gives Davinas hand a good squeaze to make sure she is still there.

Kirana stands up on tip toes, weaving, trying to kep her balance on the hot sands. She oohs as a green hatches, and peers to see if any more eggs look ready to hatch. "A lot of greens," she states. Nothing like being obvious.

Davina grins at the green that now hatches having not paid much attention to the bronze and squeze Cel's hand again in reasurance, "Look how long her tail is."

Sallis looks over at Kirana and nods. "I know, a /lot/ of them." He looks back out at the hatchlings out on the sands.

Fretted Glass Green instinctively swishes that long tail of hers, first thing. Swish swish. Shards and sand stir behind her, though, and just as instinctively, she twists to look behind her: what's that? was something sneaking up at her? She sniffs at the collection, and then jumps awkwardly away, all four paws at once. Nothing follows her, and she relaxes, satisfied.

Celebren nods and grins at Davina, but still watches the hatchlings "she is pretty"

Kirana hrms. "Skittish."

Fanfare's Delight Bronze doesn't even bother to look at the other male candidates, he just knows where he is going. His purpose and destination were clear in his mind the minute that he got rid of that sharding egg. He pauses in front of a boy, glancing at the companions that are standing beside his chosen one he rumbles softly to them to stop distract the one with the hazel eyes and reddish-brown hair. This is obviously his choice.

Fanfare's Delight Bronze is now listening.

Scraping, scratching, rustling sounds, as if of hay being moved with pitchforks, are quiet at first in the tumult of the hatching cavern. Even so, they build until the Haypile Egg crumples all at once, looking as if it'd just been moved away to leave a long-limbed brown hatchling in its wake. The brown stumbles over his own wing and then his tail, then his other foot until he finally stumbles into a younger boy from Crom that helps him right himself.

Rosel shakes his head as he tries to keep up with it all, and then settles for watching the bronze's progress. Who could miss him, after all?

Celebren smiles at the green with the long tale "Just cautious"

Kelreis nods. "Always are," she agrees with Kirana. "That one's pretty. And did you see the blue just a minute ago?" She tilts her head back and rolls her shoulders, then, mindful of warnings, looks around warily to make sure none of the dragons have gotten too close while her eyes were momentarily off of them.

Sallis chuckles, "It is a long tail!" He peeks out, watching the bronze making its way along the circle as it nears.

Runnerbeast Stampede Egg trembles, and then rocks back and forth. The shell seems to ripple without cracking as it rolls over.

x'tan kneels down abruptly beside the little bronze. "Zerth!" his tone is filled with exhalation, though it calms and his voice lowers as he continues, "Of course, Zerth. We can get you something to eat. There is meat," an arm gestures back the direction the candidates came from, the other arm lightly touching the dragonet, "I saw it!" He seems to be rambling, which is most unlike the quiet herder boy.

Davina points as she sees the runnerbeast egg tremble, "Look...that ones my favorite." She watches the egg like she doesn't want the shell to crack.

Fretted Glass Green gives another trial hop, which works better this time, and then continues across the sands in a more commonplace fashion: one paw at a time. Small as she is, it's sometimes hard to look past even the few remaining eggs and hatchlings that are still out there, and she has to take a circuitous route. Now and again she stops to survey the scene, once rolling her wingbases so her pinions reflect what's about her - including Zerth's Impression - but always continues with tail a-twitch, trying to get close to the candidates still left.

Sallis sees the bronze impress and smiles for him before turning back to watch the other eggs.

Celebren watches the other brown impress then looks back out to the green with the long tale grining "she is a smart one"

Haben watches the bronze go to Alex and shakes his head, "Sorry, Nyck... spoiled your bet," he muses to himself, slightly deflated as the dragonet from /his/ egg impresses. "He's a good boy, though," he decides with a smile, and looks to see what else is going on.

Kirana eyes the as-yet unpaired green and moves swiftly and unobtrusively out of reach of tail or claws.

Seeming to have waited for its clutchbrother to hatch, Master's Knot Egg breaks apart about a small but commanding blue hatchling. The blue surveys his choice of white-robed people standing exhaustedly on the hot sands, and catches sight of a bright little girl from Tillek who'd padded her feet better then any other: she is a full handwidth taller, letting her look into the eye of the little blue that moves to stand before her.

Runnerbeast Stampede Egg shakes violently, and the tiniest thumping sound can be heard from inside the shell. A crack runs right down the forehead of the 'runner' on the shell, before it tumbles over again. Then it starts rocking back and forth rhythmically.

Amilin is making her way back from helping another pair, when she finds her way to X'tan's side, "Congratulations. If you'll both follow me?"

Zerth rumbles softly to X'tan, while he is calm, he is indeed hungry still.

X'tan nods quickly to Amilin, though his whole attention is still on the little bronze at his side. He stands up to go where directed, a hand still on Zerth.

X'tan has left.

Tan Your Hide Egg all but rolls into a group of candidates, only to have the tan-colored part of its shell break off and spill a purplish-blue hatchling right into the midst of them. The hatchling doesn't have to get up, only lift his head, to Impress to a tanned blond boy who'd previously sailed in the Ista region.

The final cracking of Runnerbeast Stampede Egg is quick, as befits the rushed patterning of the shell. One moment it's whole, more or less, despite cracks and flakings, and the very next it's no more than shards littered on the sand, a confident brown dragonet standing in the midst of the wreckage

Statuesque Grace Brown

Weathered and polished hardwood graces this firm dragonet's hide, as though he stood proudly facing the elements over many turns instead of curled up warm inside his egg. Small rivulets of gather-finery auburn shine through the deeper tones that prevail over his grand form. Strong muscles are more felt than seen in this sleek brown, life seeming to exude through his hide and touch your very soul. Elegance curves his neck and seems poured down upon him from the stars. Swirling eyes shine with pride and a firm knowledge that already he has done exceptionally well. His wings are tucked gently to his side, and his tail curves about him with a hint of femininity. However, his strength is never questioned, and he has already been given the distinction of hero.

Zerth has left.

Rosel just blinks again, then chuckles, smiling broadly, "Will you look at that. A bronze." Course, who will play old uncle with him now? Not that he seems to mind.

At first, the lines across the Net Pile Egg hide the cracks beginning to form upon it. However, its rather large and forceful green occupant won't wait to be noticed any longer, and abruptly breaks out of her shell. A black-haired Bitran finds himself Impressing to the green that had come from the egg he'd admired, and in the wonder of it all, doesn't even think to complain about the short odds of the bet he'd made.

Kelreis cranes to look at the departing bronze-Zerth. "Who was it?" she asks. "Alex? Yes, Alex. Congratulations," she calls, belatedly, then lets her eyes run over the sands, shards, eggs, and hatchlings. "Doesn't look like there are all that many left," she says, eyes returning to the green. Then, "Oh, look at the brown," she adds.

Sallis watches the green makes its way around then notices the brown hatching. "Oh! Look at that one! He looks sure of himself too!"

Davina catches her breath as her favorite egg cracks and has trouble breathing again before she says, "I don't mind it cracking if something that beautiful comes out of it." She grins and squezes Cel's hand yet again splashing the pool a little since her robe has stop dripping alost all together.

Kirana, peeping out from behind a tall, good natured gentleman farmer, gives him a smile, then retreats back to the position she started from. Now that the grounds are a lot less crowded, she breathes a little easier and looks about, mapping out escape routes from charging dragonets.

Celebren grins at davina and holds the squeaze "looks like you had a good pick"

Statuesque Grace Brown looks around him, assessing his surroundings with a bright gleam in his whirling eyes. His sire and dam get a musical bugle of acknowledgement. Yeah, he's got all the right stuff, thanks to them. Then he turns confidently, off to find that special someone among those white things. The turn comes a bit too quickly, and he tumbles nose over tail, but rapidly jumps back to his feet. He meant to do that of course.

Haben looks out at the brown that hatches from the egg /he/ had picked, "maybe I'll have better luck than N.. Ny'ave." He squares his shoulders and looks the dragonet from head to toe curiously.

Fretted Glass Green hurries, now, with a larger and stronger green hatching behind her but Impressing before her, and just a few remaining. Even in motion, she lifts her head, orienting on a feminine voice directed elsewhere, to dark eyes that had looked to her before moving away, and somehow manages not to trip over her own tail while hurrying towards _her_ girl and her longer-haired neighbor.

Kirana grins at something a candidate near her says. "Yep. I've won four whole marks so far."

Sallis gasps. "Oh my, he's a bit clumsy too. Oh well, he recovers nicely and that's all that matters."

Celebren grins at the brown "that he does"

I'sai can't look away, but he rolls up his sleeves a little more, and then says out of the corner of his mouth to Josilina, "Not many left. Almost - almost - Did you make any bets?"

Kirana heartlessly chuckles at the brown's antics. "And some comic relief at the end."

Davina grins and smiles at the brown, "He's adorable." She grins and frowns at the dwidling egg, look like she won't impress to her...

Haben tries to maintain a straight face, then refrains from applauding at the brown's antics. "Good cover," he murmurs. Then he looks around him, noting the other people that the brown could go to, and he stills.

Rosel smiles with light amusement, "Nah, not so clumsy, he's just got to find his land legs yet. So fresh from the shell." Well it sounds reasonable to him at least. Always the diplomat?

Kelreis giggles as the brown falls. "Oh, dear," she says, grinning at Kirana. Her gaze jumps to the green for a second, and the back to the brown, trying to keep track of everything.

Josilina shakes her head briskly at I'sai, "No. My Mama always told me that it's not proper behavior to bet." She pauses, before adding what's likely the bigger reason, "And I always lose anyway. Terrible luck."

Celebren grins at Davina and gives her hand a says "don't doubt your self"

Statuesque Grace Brown flips his wings back neatly, shaking sand and what little goo that is still stuck to it and him off of his body. A pause to make sure he's looking good again, and he's on the move. A bit more carefully this time, his mincing steps seem to be nearly a dance across the sands. Or a strut, take your pick. He keeps his tail held high and proud, as he makes a vtol line for a group of white clad young male and female candidates.

Sallis takes a step back as he loses his balance rocking in the sands. He steps forward again and grins at Kirana. "Sorry, lost my footing." He looks out at the brown as it moves its way closer to the candidates. "Well, looks like he got his footing..."

Fretted Glass Green crosses, quite deliberately, across the Statuesque Grace Brown's path, and flips -her- wings at him before coming to a stop right in front of Kelreis, arching her neck so its dark ridges crest nicely. She doesn't move for a moment, frozen in sudden anxiety but for the speeding whirl of her eyes, and then all at once noses at the girl: look at her. _Keep_ looking at her. Not at that -other- one.

Kirana supports Sallis easily. "It's ok."

The dark depths of the Preoccupied Egg split to reveal what had been hiding within, and lo and behold, it's a preoccupied lime-green hatchling. She pays more attention to her large paws than anything else, at first, until one of her siblings stumbles into her and she finally starts looking around. Once she gets down to business, it's but a moment before she settles on a tall trader-boy, one who hadn't yet lost his early exuberance despite so many of his friends having Impressed without him.

Kirana lets Sallis go and patters her hands together in a quiet clapping motion. "Oh, well done, Kelreis!"

Kelreis says, "Oh!" And does indeed take her attention from the brown to center it squarely on the green. "Hello." She smiles, tentatively.

Fretted Glass Green doesn't so much croon as chirp, then, with relief - and then those bright eyes whirl into blue-centered rainbows, and her wings mantle up, as if to block all the world from her beloved's sight.

Fretted Glass Green is now listening.

Haben turns as Kelreis impresses. "Guess that'll take care of the crankiness," he murmurs.

Statuesque Grace Brown glides smoothly across the sands, heading toward a few girls gathered there first. A careful study of them results in a soft snort. Not yet, but give him a turn or two. Then he turns again and confidently heads toward a small group boys still gathered together, tail still held high. Another musical bugle preceeds his arrival.

"Oh? In that case," I'sai allows grandly - not as if some don't pretend to be bad at gambling, in order to fleece the would-be fleecers, but - "You can practice on me. And.. look, one of the last, she's got someone, but I can't see who, can you?"

Celebren turns his head as he hears the Brown bugle.

Haben ducks instinctively at the loud noise, and turns back to the brown, "okay, okay, sorry I stopped looking at you," he chuckles, glancing at the other ones around him out of the corner of his eyes.

Rosel slides a little closer to the next person down the line, closing the gaps, even as he watches, "Oh hey, and Kelreis now. Well good for her." The brown earns a found smile, "You tell them." But his attention shifts again, as he looks around still more.

Kelreis's tentative smile blossoms into a wide grin. "Srailath! Of course I will love you." She lifts a hand to run it along Srailath's neck in a gentle caress, then frowns briefly. "Food? Yes, there's food. It was..." She looks around wildly, disoriented.

Sallis grins as the brown bugles. "Well, quite excitable, isn't he?" He watches the brown as he makes his way.

Kirana grins. "Demanding."

Statuesque Grace Brown strides alongside the boys, his wings spreading wider in anticipation of finding that one perfect person, nearly clipping a few of the lads in the line up. Suddenly he whips around, dancing forward as he trumpets with triumph. His muzzle stretches out and barely brushes the chest of a boy with bushy eyebrows and hazel eyes.

Statuesque Grace Brown is now listening.

Srailath isn't helping that disorientation any, leaning into the caress as she is, eyes only for her lifemate for all that it's hunger, now, whose demand blossoms redly in her gaze.

Amilin is readily at hand again, there beside Kelreis, "Yes of course there is food, if you'll follow me, we'll find it for her in no time."

Josilina isn't that crafty though, to think of such a thing like lying about gambling skills. "Practice on you? Isn't it a little -late-?" She asks, glancing at the clutch which consists now mostly of broken eggs. "They're almost all gone. ...Shells, they are. Gone. Almost." Aw. Sniff. As for who got the green? "Someone." Peer. "Kelreis. I think." She decides.

Kelreis runs her hand up and down Srailath's neck, her smile brilliant as Srailath responds. "Okay, come on now," she says, as Amilin shows the way.

Kelreis has left.

Srailath has left.

"Or early for the next time, though I don't know about visiting Ami any longer. She's dangerous," Is replies, pale eyes hooded as he scans the sands. "Kelreis... I remember her. Fidgety girl, isn't she? And yeah, only one egg left that I can see, anyway, and even that's begun to crack."

Josilina shrugs, unbothered by the idea of a dangerous Ami. "Ami's always been dangerous and you've visited her before." She points out. "Fidgety? I'm not sure. Maybe. Wait! Who'd the brown go to?"

There's an egg left? Kirana cranes her neck to see which one.

R'sel could nearly have been bowled over with that touch, light as it was, for the shock that crosses his expression, melting into wondrous surprise, "Svaroth?" he manages, in a voice just above a whisper.

Its clutchmates may have abandoned it, but Battered Scrap Metal Egg keeps on shaking and clanging, until a steely blue and rather lanky-looking hatchling peeks out of the hole he's just made. The hatchling manages to pull all his limbs together and get the rest of the way out, though it takes some doing, and heads out to the world of white to choose a short and slightly plump boy from the Starsmiths... and by the look of them, they may very well be seeing stars.

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

Matheny has arrived.

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

S'rist has arrived.

Sallis shifts side to side in his sandals, looking about nervously as he sees only the one egg left. He mutters under his breath as even that goes out to someone. He gives a sad look to Celebren and Davina then to Kirana and Haben.

Svaroth pushes his head into R'sel a bit more forcefully, and croons softly.

"Yes, well, I didn't -know- it before," I'sai points right back. "And - there it goes, a Starsmith - and I think it's Rosel, R'sel? Him." He clears a dry throat.

Davina drops Celebren's hand as the last egg hatches and impress, "Oh..." She sighs and her bottom lip wobbles slightly but she straightens itout again.

Amilin makes her way over to another pair. The final pair? Her night's just beginning, "Congratulations you two. Shall we see about getting you two settled with the others?"

Celebren nods a sad look plays acrossed his face but fanishes, as he grins at his friends "it could have been worse"

Haben shrugs, an almost nonchalance in his stance. "Poor, Ny'ave. Hope he didn't lose too many marks on me," he remarks, denying the bleakness in his eyes.

Matheny comes down to the sands as the last of the dragonets find their lifemates and crosses over to where I'sai and Josilina stand with their lifemates. She then turns and gives a sympathetic smile to the remaining candidates, now just waiting for S'rist to join her.

Kirana raises an eyebrow at Celebren. "How?"

Sallis looks behind him to the galleries. "Not sure quite how. Right about now I think I'd rather be gored. All those people..."

S'rist strides across the hot sands, looking about at the shards that make up the mound now, then angles over to join up with Matheny.

Davina hums and grasps Celebren's hand again, "I guess you're right...where are you all going now?"

Celebren grins to the rest "we could be made to stay on these hot sands. longer"

Kirana shrugs. "Anywhere but here."

R'sel wraps his arms around the browns neck for a quick hug, then looks up and nods, words failing him. He follows Amilin off the sands.

Celebren shurgs "I don't know yet, how about you Haben?"

R'sel has left.

Sallis watches R'sel and his lifemate leave the sands, quietly, then looks up at S'rist and Matheny.

Matheny raises her hand to gather attention and then speaks loudly to be heard. "We won't keep you but a moment longer. You didn't find your lifemates out on the sands today but you have stood here with honor and grace and you have the thanks of the weyr and our sweep area for that. I hope that you will all stay on with us, for there will be food and such comfort as we can offer in the caverns."

Kirana is excruciatingly polite. "I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say thank you for this wonderful opprotunity."

Amilin has left.

Sallis nods to Matheny's words. "Yes, thank you. I was honored just to be here."

Svaroth has left.

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

Kirana has left.

Celebren nods with Kirana's words "Yes thankyou ma'am"

Haben nods, and manages a grin. "Thank you, Ma'am."

Davina nods her head and looks towards the sand where her puddle has almost dried up.

Celebren thoughs a glance at Davina and Sallis, then says to Haben "okay I don't know about you all but I want a change"

Matheny smiles to the candidates and points the way, "You can leave via the galleries if you wish. There are family, friends, and regular weyrfolk waiting to see you all."

Sallis shrugs and looks up into the galleries. "Oh shards... My parents..." He turns and makes his way up into the galleries. "I hope they're not too upset with me."

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

Sallis has left.

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

Celebren has left.

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

Haben has left.

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

Davina has left.

I'sai crosses his arms, and then uncrosses them, and then recrosses them, watching the remaining candidates go; finally, he just gives up and interlinks his hands behind him, not saying a word.

Matheny takes a deep breath and then lets it out slowly. "Wow. That was wonderful." She then gives an uncommon curtsey to Taralyth and Lhiannonth. Maybe it's that new ladies maid S'rist hired for her taking effect or something.

S'rist just watches Math curtsey, then gives a little chuckle, "I see you are picking up something from that little slip of a girl." He grins and steps over to I'sai, "Well done, I hope you've enjoyed your time here at the 'reaches."

Josilina gives Matheny a little smile, Lhiannonth warbling to the curtsying Weyrwoman. "Wow. Yeah." Jos agrees quietly. "I see what you meant about it being worth it." She notes in an undertone to Matheny.

Taralyth's eyes still have the speedy whirl of excited energy to them, but he lowers his dark muzzle to sniff at Jenryth's rider, and that curtsey of hers, all the same; his rider lets out a soft breath. "Thanks, Weyrleader. ...S'rist. And, yeah, it's been - " he doesn't look at Josilina - "Memorable. And then some."

Memorable. Josilina barely muffles a choke-cough, head ducking slightly, though there's a smile there too. Memorable. Right. Lifting her head she offers a crooked half-smile, "And...ah...thanks, I'sai. For you know, being helpful and stuff. And...yeah. It was nice to meet you and get to know you." She adds the last with a straight face. Honest.

I'sai turns toward the redhead at the sound of his name, and when she's done with the little speech he says with a good attempt at casualness, "Might try a little tea, with mint, for that cough and all. But it's very... polite of you. Thank you. And do say hello to Sria for me." - "Josilina."

Lhiannonth senses that Taralyth rests there, restlessness poised within mind in mind; he waits. (Isn't he good? Brave? Waiting.) Their eggs are hatched, their dragonets still glimpsed upon the nearby ledge; this much more, he can wait.

Matheny smiles at the young riders and then slips her arm in S'rist, "C'mon, it's getting hot in here. Let's go get some food and meet some of the parents. I want to see if Rylla's father is still around."

Josilina gives the Telgari a mock-salute, nodding, "Will do." There's a glare in there for the tea suggestion however - so much for polite. "Tea. Right. Thanks for your concern. I'm touched." Sarcasm? Maybe a little. But at this point it's rather familiar sarcasm, and there's a faint glint of good humor in her gaze.

S'rist smiles and pats Matheny's hand as he tightens his arm a little bit, "Sure, I haven't talked to him in turns, it'll be good to see how Paula and he are getting along." He leads his weyrmate off the sands and towards the festivities starting up in the living caverns.

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

Matheny has left.

S'rist heads up a short flight of steps to the galleries.

S'rist has left.

I'sai looks after the departing pair, about to speak - but then, "I figure it's the least I can do," he says to Josilina, an echo of his usual brightness. "What now? Do we get to look at the hatchlings, go eat, go - " he waves towards the galleries and the sky beyond.

Josilina gives a small wave after the Weyrleaders, leaning back against Lhiannonth briefly. "I'm not sure if we can look at the hatchlings. I want to, but I think Ami, Sri and all of them are sort of giving them the rundown now. Or probably. We could probably pass through in a bit though. I'm going to pick up something to eat before, myself. Or at least, to drink."

"All right," I'sai says, studying her - and then looking up to include Lhiannonth as well - for a long moment. "...I'll just pick up some shards, then, before I go. They'll be less sticky if they dry out, but at least they won't be all picked over and stepped on." Well, stepped on more than they are already, at least.

"Oh! The shards!" Josilina's hand goes to her pocket, where the little bag is. "I should probably do that too. Er." And here she looks a little conflicted, running a hand distractedly over Lhiannonth's side. "Do you mind if I grab some now too? Or would you rather I do it later?" She wonders cautiously.

Taralyth rumbles with the sudden amusement that lights I'sai's eyes, if not his voice; dryly, "I -suppose- I could manage a little bit longer. It's a mighty big cavern, after all. And I won't even play tug-of-war with the really neat ones." Probably. In any case, he beckons, and then steps back into the midst of things to get to business.

"Thanks ever so." Josilina's tone is dry and rather sarcastic. "Anyway, you wouldn't want to play tug-of-war with me. I always won." Her tone is smug, though it's quite likely she's not being entirely truthful. She had Sri as sister, and two older brothers - chances are low she could win there.

Already bending to pick up a largish shard - too large to fit in the little sack - of bumpy silver-veined black, I'sai doesn't look up, which also manages to mostly veil his smile. "If you say so," he says with that much more cheer. "Because, y'know, I believe everything you..." trailing off to eye a chunk of smoldering fire-shades, grimace at its tasteless chip right in the middle, and take up a more intact piece from the same shell with a small noise of satisfaction.

Josilina steps closer to where the shards are scattered, picking a small one up that's a yellow color. "So glad you do. The faith you have in me is astounding." She's still dry as she turns the shard over in her fingers. Looking up she then adds, with what might pass as a smirk, "You've got a shard stuck to the hem of your pants by the way." Either that or she's playing the ever-so-mature game of 'Made ya look'

"Endless amounts of it, too, positively endless," I'sai assures, rooting through fragments of whitish shards, trying to pick the shiny white out from the matte white and get a little of both, -without- the sticky egg membrane clinging to his fingers. "And I'm going to have more of it - er, more shards - by the time we're done here, so there." ...Which isn't to say that indulgent Taralyth doesn't look on his behalf.

"More shards? More shards than one? Or do you mean more stuck to your pants?" Josilina asks, uttering a soft 'oh!' as she spots a small piece of shell that's shaded a bright blue color. She scurries towards it, picking it out of the sand and carefully dusting the grains off it. "Oh! This was that one. That Lhia was always poking at. Faranth. I can't believe they're all gone and broken now."

I'sai assures without looking up, "Probably more stuck to my pants. 'Least they shouldn't stain, not a one got gored! ...That one, is there any more of it?" He snags a sandy bit with an edging of brighter blue, otherwise nearly the color of the sands themselves.

Josilina glances from the yellow chip she has in her hands to I'sai's pants. But even she's not so petty as to toss it at them. Really. Honest. And it's just too pretty to give up. "They might stain. Have you experimented with egg goo and stain? Or are you guessing?" She retorts, before waving vaguely at the sand at her feet. "I'm sure there's more in there, somewhere." She's helpful. Oh yes.

"Fi-ine." I'sai puffs out a breath, and returns to finding his -own- shards. Brighter shards. Nicer shards. "And no, I haven't experimented. Why don't you? Write it up, pass around the results to the other weyrwomen, you could be famous."

Josilina's shards are prettier, so nyah. Not, of course, that either of them are petty and immature about these things. Not at all. Never in fact. "Fame is overrated." She dismisses the idea with a wave. "And anyway. You're the one who should experiment about it, since it's /your/ pants they're stuck to."

Never ever ever. Nev-ah. "For now," I'sai says ominously. "Why, one could be creeping up on you while we speak..." he pokes at a lavender-and-silver bit right next to its neighbor, trying to choose between them. "And what's better than fame, anyway?" Aside from a good glass of wine?

Josilina scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. Shards don't /creep/." Nevertheless, when she's pretty sure he's not looking she throws a worried glance behind her. But as no gray shards of egg are stalking her - for they'd surely be gray - she sighs softly in relief. "Better? Art. Nice art. Pretty colors. Somewhere without sand."

Sria has arrived.

Rylla has arrived.

Sh'van has arrived.

I'sai doesn't hide his grin, even if Lhiannonth can see it if she wants; Taralyth, for his part, is resting back on his haunches in an easy half-crouch, tail wrapped about his paws. "So if you had Art - what's nice art? - and pretty colors and no sand _all in the same place_..." he pauses to rub sand off a bit of pebbly cobalt with his thumb. Almost done.

Rylla follows Sria out then looks around trying to find a few shards of shell. When her gaze meets with what it searched for she smiles and heads in that direction quietly.

Amilin has arrived.

R'sel has arrived.

Ny'ave has arrived.

Sria leads a small group back out to the sands - so quiet! - and her glance scans the cavern, over shards and stands before she looks to the clutchparents, both dragons and riders.

"That would be bliss. That would be fabulous beyond description!" Josilina says with a sigh. "I'd probably fall over and die from the good-ness of it." She states grandly, bending over to brush sand off a purplish piece. And then: "Candidates!" No, wait... "Weyrlings! Congratulations all of you!"

Sh'van looks around the sands almost eagerly, trying to remember where the green egg was. He steps carefully over other bits, not wanting to damage any shards that 'belong' to another's lifemate's egg. "Ah, here it is!" he says, pulling a sticky bit of green shell out of the sand. "Which one did Desmeronda's brown hatch out of?" he asks curiously. He wasn't there then. Then, he smiles toward Josilina. "Thank you, ma'am," he replies respectfully.

Rylla hugs the few bits of egg shards to her chest then looks up just as her stomach growls loudly. A sudden look overcomes her and she tries to shake it off. "Guess I need a bite to eat soon." then a blush colors her cheeks. "Thank you Ma'am." is said to Josilina before a hint of a smile peeks out.

Amilin makes her way over to I'sai and Jos, letting the now weyrlings look around, "A good hatching, I'd say."

'Fall over and die'? Temptation, temptation... but there are weyrlings, evidently; I'sai turns, smiles, waves to them. To Ami, once she's nigh, "You think? - Because nobody got gored?"

Ny'ave salutes the riders gracefully and then looks around him, "All these shards. How do we tell which ones belonged to what egg?" He wonders, rubbing his stomach at Rylla's reminder of real food.

R'sel bows to I'sai and Josilina, then gives a bright smile, even as he makes his way to where he remembers the runner stampede egg last stood.

Josilina grins at the weyrlings, giving a general, "You're welcome!" before turning to Ami. "You think? I thought it went - " She breaks off, eyeing I'sai. "-What- is with your obsession with the candidates getting gored?" Back to Ami, a peaceful smile on her face. Ahem. "Went quickly. But long at the same time. Where's Sri?"

Sria smiles a bit, skirts the relative edges as she heads over, eyeing the various shard-searches alike on the way. "With any luck, you have a good memory," she says to Ny'ave.

I'sai catches Ny'ave's question - at Taralyth's prompting? - and calls over, "Sometimes you just have to guess. If you think it is, then it's as good as... hey!" this last back to Josilina. "I just want them in one piece. Unlike some people."

I'sai adds carefully, "One piece each."

Rylla stands quietly waiting for the others as her stomach grumbles again. She glances about and wonders why the sands don't seem quite so big now or so full of mystery that they held earlier in the evening.

Amilin qwerks a grin at I'sai, "Well, I'd say that was a plus at least. No goring." To Jos she points out over where Sri is with the weyrlings. Shell hunting, "She's here. Most are sleeping right now, the dragonettes at least. Others went to the party."

You sense Sria sends a longer glance your way - better chance of meeting eyes - and especially upon that question, even if it wasn't overheard. It's one of those sisterly type of glances that really shouldn't be made public - not with these two, for they'd likely shock everyone to pieces - but Sri has the pride and the carefully screened delight, all in one careful regard.

Ny'ave nosd at the answers and his mouth twitches before he moves across the sands, scanning the area. In time he bows and then crouches and gathers up a rather large chunk of shell, Topaz colored. "Here it is then. Here it is."

Sh'van frowns a little bit, picking his way through the shards left over. "One of the other weyrlings, one who impressed later on, points to the egg he believes Desmeronda's brown hatched from. With a smile and thanks, he scoops up a largish bit of it and holds onto it just as carefully as he does the shard from Giareth's shell. "Can we go, er, talk to people and stuff?"

I'sai's, "'Party'," comes out a little wistful, and he turns at Ami's gesture to watch likewise, and wave again in his turn. To the greenrider, quite quietly, "You'll take care of them for me? I mean, you will anyway, for S'din, but... yeah."

Sria glances up for I'sai's addition, "Or guessing, there's that, too," and she flashes a smile that way before crossing closer, leaving the weyrlings for shard-seeking - almost, because she passes Rylla first. "Find anything?"

Josilina makes a face at the bronzerider, "Pff. So do I. But that doesn't mean I have to mention them being gored all the time." She retorts. Friendly as always. "Oh! The dragonets are alright then?" Quite as if they'd be not-alright once they left the sands. She glances around though, searching her sister out, and smiles widely as she catches the girl's eye. "I'm going to go talk to her." She excuses herself, heading towards the brownrider.

Rylla nods as she shows three bits of Cibeth's shell. "Yes Ma'am. I'm hoping to give one to each of my parents and save the last. That will be alright wouldn't it?"

Ny'ave looks about ready to head off the sands in search of food. He pauses and asks Rylla, "I was going to see if I couldn't find Haben and a few of the other candidates." He makes it an invitation should she like to come with him.

Rylla nods quickly then looks again to Amilin and Sria before turning back to Ny'ave. "Do you think we are allowed? I would like to see some of them."

R'sel is fairly quiet in his meticulous searching. But through it seems. He's bound and determined to find a good bit from his dragons shell, as well as X'tan's.

"Guessing, right," I'sai agrees. "For our clutch, it was all misty-foggy, could barely see a thing, so there was - well, Jenni'll be able to tell you, if you ask her, I suppose." He toes at a bit of sand.

Sria nods to Rylla, "You can do what you want - with those, anyway," she adds, with a smile. "Certainly worth keeping." For the both, she says, "Just head up through the passage - I'm sure they're still asleep, but doublecheck. You're allowed to go, for a little while." A grin for Jos, too, and her approach.

Sh'van asks, "Can we change into some regular clothes?" His robe seems rather sticky and there are sweat stains on it.

Desmeronda has arrived.

Amilin smiles and comments softly back to Is. She mutters to I'sai, "You know I will.... easy on them,... what... keep them... for..."

Desmeronda traces her way onto the sands, steps light and silent. She's a mess, though she obviously doesn't know it. A bright smile occupies her pale features, and she pauses near the group of candidates. "Woah." She's saying that a lot today. "So many shards." 'Where does one start' doesn't even need to be said.

Sria nods to Sh'van, "You can, you can, if you want - but remember that you've only a little time before they'll need you again - and don't dare get back -after- they need you." Might turn back into a pumpkin.

X'tan has arrived.

Josilina returns Sria's grin, hurrying over to her now that she's been spotted. "Sri!" It's a semi-squeak as she arrives at her sister's side. "How're you? Shells, you're a big-bad assistant weyrlingmaster now." There's a faint tease in her voice as she says that of course.

Ny'ave nods a head to Sria, "thank you. Won't be aawy too long from the young ones." He salutes to the riders, gives Rylla a last look and then strides out. Time's wasting.

"Of course you won't," I'sai replies to Amilin with some surprise, just as quietly. "If you were, it wouldn't work." He has a largish shard in the crook of one arm, forming an irregular bowl to house some of the smaller pieces he's collected.

Ny'ave has left.

Rylla salutes as well then quietly follows Ny'ave.

Rylla has left.

Sh'van looks over his shoulder as he hears a familiar voice, nodding absently to Sria's words. "One of the others said this was yours," he says to Des, proffering her the largish bit of shell he'd picked up, different in color from the other one he has in hand as well.

X'tan comes out slowly onto the sands, looking around, still a bit bemused. "Quieter now," he comments to himself, but loud enough to be heard.

Desmeronda's brows arch just about to her hairline as Sh'van speaks up. "You found that for me?" Is that a blush in her cheeks? "Yes, that's it. Black, with silver and gold streaks. I wonder if we could make something with these."

Sria watches a few of the weyrlings head out, then turns to Josilina and smiles. "You sound like T- nevermind. I'm fine - how're you? How's she?" That last with a glance to Lhiannonth - and a bit more, in lower tones.

R'sel looks up and waves X'tan over, "Ale, er X'tan. I think I found yours." It's not a loud call, but it's about the most animated R'sel ever seems. Not much the slacker tonight.

You sense Sria adds, quiet for whatever reason, "This is -amazing-. You must be so proud of them." Being the dragons, presumedly.

X'tan grins at R'sel, the bemused expression still evident around his eyes, "You have?" He glances at the bit curiously, "Have you found some of," a brief pause, surely he heard the name at some point. "Svaroth's?" he asks, quickly, remembering.

Sh'van's ears go a bit red at the sight of Des blushing. "Well, I'm sure you could," he replies. "I'm probably going to make a couple of small things with this." Then, he murmurs, perhaps to himself, "I wonder if Ceres saw this... or Sira... or my parents."

"Like who?" Josilina asks, eyebrows rising. "Like T'/lio/?" She teases the last, eyes dancing. But she solemns a bit at the questions, though she's still smiling. "I'm alright. A little overwhelmed and...incredulous. But all right. And she's wonderful. I think she's sad she doesn't have the eggs to herself anymore though."

Amilin smiles and nods, "Too true. And with this mix, I think that's the last thing we can afford." Then she pauses and asks, "Will you stay a few day's more, or?"

Sria senses "Josilina pauses, before nodding, her smile warm with pride and just general mushiness. "I am." She murmurs back. "I'm so proud of her, and...well, I suppose That Bronze too. It's incredible. You take good care of them, okay?""

I'sai shakes his head, slightly; "I'd best go back. Other weyrlings to adopt, you know, though... it's not the same as these." His light-eyed regard shifts to those weyrlings, some choosing souvenirs, others just talking; he rolls his shoulders to loosen them just as, up in the cavern's shadows, Taralyth half-unfurls his wings. "Moved a fair few things over here, though, so I'll be back to get them, see the weyrlings if they're not in the midst of drills or something. Or sleeping. Or - whatever."

"I bet they did," Des supplies, ducking in the dirty robe to pick up another piece, which she compares to the first and then discards. "Especially Ceres. She's the greenrider, right? I bet she doesn't miss hatchings." She holds up the big piece again with a satisfied expression. "I can't believe you found such a big bit. Maybe it could go on the top of a press, or something."

"Taralyth," Sria says to her sister, and it's not so much reply as response - perhaps correction? For something. Ignoring the first, "Incredulous, I can gather. Faranth." A nod, then, a smile, and weighted: "Of course."

R'sel nods, "I did. Some pieces I'm not sure about, but I think I got one good one, and a few smaller bits. Come see though. What do you think? Is this," And he pauses too,"Zerth's?"

Josilina smiles crookedly, "Whatever." Is her response to the correction, but it's light. The nickname is now, after all, just for show really. "You better." She says, adding, "If you don't, /he/," She gestures behind her in I'sai's general direction, "said he'd sic Ami on you. Even though I told him you'd win in a fist-fight."

X'tan heads over to R'sel and begins considering the pieces he has found, "I think you're right." He takes the largish piece to consider, "Looks like Zerth's." Then he grins, "Were they hard to find?"

Amilin smiles at that, though a bit reluctant, she nods, "Well I suppose, duty calls and all. But it's good you'll visit. Seems like there never is time enough.." At her name being mention, she turns incredulously to Jos and Sri, then blinks at Is, "A fist fight? What..."

Sh'van nods slowly. "Yeah," he answers Desmeronda. "It just didn't get trampled, I guess," he adds, then looks back for a moment. "I want to get changed into something a bit less messy, then go find them."

"Yeah," Desmeronda breathes, looking down at herself. "It's a party on now, right?" She ducks again, having found another piece of shell that matches.

I'sai looks away from the weyrlings to shine a bright smile on Ami, "Don't worry about it. Don't worry about a -thing-." Not suspicious at all.

R'sel grins as he turns over another piece, "Not too hard to find. Hardest bit was trying to remember which came from which. I remembered about where they were on the sands ok."

Sria rolls her eyes, just slightly - and that's merely for Josilina's first. At the second, she chuckles. "-Really-. What kind of fight would I -lose-?" She might even catch Ami's gaze when she glances that way - sizing up her would-be opponent? Nah.

Amilin lifts a brow at that, "F'red dear. Now I am worried." She gives a wink though and smiles, "Fine, keep your secrets." She'll just bother Jos later, more like.

Josilina shrugs a bit, "A non-fight-fight? Ami knows everything, so she'd be tricky." Sagenod. "Of course, you run pretty fast, so maybe not." She adds the last musingly.

X'tan grins, "I'm not sure I'd have remembered even that!" He glances around the hatching grounds, "Seems almost empty now, doesn't it?" Then he turns his attention back to the piece finding.

I'sai strengthens his shoulders and his smile against growing tiredness, and winks right back. "I'll do that. And if you'll excuse me, I'll just say - 'hello,' I suppose, not sure what else there is to - to a weyrling or two, before they go back to their lifemates." Taralyth leans out of the shadows to nose the air well above the two of them; he doesn't smile again, but deep affection's in his eyes.

Amilin smiles in reply, "Go on. Spend a bit of time with them while they are still on cloud nine. I'll just keep this fellow company a bit, if he cares for a scritch?" The last is aimed directly to Tear, of course.

Sria just shakes her head, unable to resist the smile. She mutters to Josilina, "Just... all -this-,... you?... imagine... and... likely... up with... having... winner."

You sense Sria just shakes her head, unable to resist the smile. "Just the same, even after all -this-, aren't you? And I imagine Ami and I'd likely do better at coming up with an alternative solution than having merely one winner."

Josilina gives her sister big, innocent eyes. "You expected me to be different Sri? Mature maybe? Or wiser?" And then she breaks into an impish grin. "Really Sri! I thought you'd know better!" She gives her sister a wink, before sighing. "I need to go mingle and stuff though. And sleep. I'm exhausted. I'll see you around Sri. Be good to Lhia's babies!" She calls, heading off. She waves to Ami and I'sai in passing. "See you Ami! Don't get into any fist-fights with Sri. And ah...goodbye I'sai. Like I said, it was good meeting you. Really...interesting." And with a grin, she scampers off.

You head up a short flight of steps to the galleries.

Lhiannonth> Ordinarily Taralyth doesn't, but this is one of the rare occasions when he deigns to lower that dark muzzle - though, rather than passively let it be scratched, he rubs it into the greenrider's palm. His rider walks on, heading for the weyrlings, though he's paused midway... and flashes a tired grin on after Lhiannonth's rider.