Difference between revisions of "Logs:Temornath and Yanaleth's Clutch Hatches"

S'din smiles and bows slightly to leaders and dragons alike before moving toward them and turning to look back down the passageway.

Br'nal turns to smile at S'din as he arrives on the Sands.

Mallea glances behind her as she is and Elie and nudged out first. She bows quickly to Temornath then goes over to the spot they were shown earlier.

Matheny looks excited as the first of the candidates start to arrive. She takes S'rist' hand again and squeezes it tightly.

S'rist turns to watch as the candidates start to show up, reaching over to take Matheny's hand again.

Elie steps out onto the sands, hand-in-hand with Mallea, and gives nervous bow to Temornath and Yanaleth. She glances about her, pausing, and then is tugged along with her friend to the proper spot.

Anoen treads lightly across the sands, arms stiff at his side. His figure is pale, washed out by his environs. He paces Abbe.

Br'nal smiles as the Candidates start to arrive, and leans over towards Yenne, to squeeze her hand, and lift it to his lips for a quick kiss.

Tebaran steps nervously out onto the sands with Emilly as he moves to his position.

Abbe smiles at the boy next to her, and quickly looks at the stands, grinning at familiar faces.

Firmin walks slowly across the sands with Carianna, his eyes on the eggs.

Yenne watches as the Candidates file out, reaching to take hold of Br'nal's hand.

Emilly steps onto the Sands with Tebaran, face a touch pale, pace steady though.

Viridis travels out onto the sands with Casmira, and immediately her wide green eyes are drawn to the droves of spectators in the galleries. She pauses to stare, but as the heat begins to seep through the soles of her sandals, she moves to take her place within the half-circle of white-robed Candidates.

Carianna steps out onto the sands and ohs quickly at the heat as she holds Firmin's hand. Heading towards the other candidates lining up.

Temornath watches regally as the Candidates enter in pairs, eyes whirling a rich green. As each pair bows to her and Yanaleth, she marks the obeisance with a slight dipping of her head, crooning the welcoming song to her babies all the while.

Casmira smiles at Viridis..."I wouldn't go without you."

Yanaleth looks over the Candidates, tilting his head this way and that, as though he were the one to choose.

Casmira walks with Viridis, and takes up her position on the sands.

Viridis looks back at Casmira, giving the other girl a shaky smile. "I wouldn't have gone without you, either."

Firmin leans down to whisper to something Carianna as they find a space on the sands.

Gannon steps out onto the sands with Amilin. He hesitates, just for a moment, as it all hits him at once: the enormity of the hatching grounds, the eggs, the crowds...shaking himself out of his reverie, he moves forward to join the loose ring of Candidates.

Morning After Egg shifts slightly in the sands, jerking towards the left, then... nothing. It's still once more.

Vorin steps out with Kieal, and bites his lip as he takes a quick glance up to the galleries, but then his attention goes back to his instrucions as they walk the rest of the way in.

Kieal's eyes are quite wide as the full effect of the cavern - dragons, eggs, spectators - fills her sight when she and Vorin join the other Candidates gathering onto the grounds. The movement of eggs draws her attention away, however, and likely thankfully.

Mylarran walk onto the sands bowing as he was told and finds a space with Kallrina next to him. He gives his friends a quick nervous glance.

Amilin moves with Gannon still holding his hand as she stares at the eggs.

The Proddy Greenrider Egg rocks one last time, and explodes in a shower of eggshell bits. A confused bronze is left behind, lying on his side with a bemused look on his face. Slowly, he rights himself and flaps his wings a few times to dry them. Then he starts to wander around on the sands, peering at all the white things in front of him. He finds one that smells good and hurries over to smell it. Wait a minute, this isn't right! Dejectedly, he leaves Carianna only to stumble into a young Harper lad. Moments later he bugles triumphantly as Impression is made.

Elie flashes a brief grin at Mallea, then turns her eyes to the eggs, watching them with a wide-eyed intense gaze. She murmurs a quiet comment to her companion, without taking her eyes off the eggs. "They all look about as nervous as I feel."

Temornath continues to watch as the Candidates file in and bow, studying each and every face. She hums her welcoming song, which increases in intensity as the eggs start to hatch and the first Impressions are made.

Br'nal bites his lower lip to keep from crying out in joy, glancing at Yenne at this wonderful sign.

The Morning After Egg isn't going to do any of that undignified hopping or rocking business. No, it's simply going to crack down the middle as if tapped on the side of a bowl - or whacked from within by a strong and impatient dragonet. Two forelegs thrust out in unison, followed closely by a brown head and shoulders. A good strong shake and the brown dragonet emerges with deliberate steps, head held high to survey his new world.

Emilly smiles at Tebaran then looses his hand to spread out into the loose circle, stepping toward Mallea and Elie a little. She takes up position and stands still, feet shifting minutely against the heat of the Sands. Her chest moves rapidly with indrawn breath as a shell breaks and its inhabitant totters forth.

Prissy Preening Brown

There is a prim sort of smugness in this blocky brown dragon's eyes, as if the turquoise whirlpools of his facets engulfed a pair of Cheshire felines when nobody was looking. Too content by far, he tends to lounge around and observe goings-on with his usual sly smile, long tail flicking casually this way and that to test the breeze and add mischief to all occurrences near him. That strong, broad body seems almost a mismatch for his color, with powerful shoulders and haunches for more endurance and strength than most dragons his size. Compact limbs offer good launching leverage and little air resistance, quick to move to his will. Blunt but broad wings, spreading wide to sweep great expanses of air out of his path, may not be the best for agile maneuvers, but they hint of patience and endurance. His neck isn't terribly long, but his head is always held high like a satisfied Lord Holder's son's, surveying his surroundings loftily. Smooth, curving headknobs and ridges are neither delicate nor rough, and so compliment the quiet square shape of his head and the slight bluntness of his muzzle. Though on the chunky, built side even for a brown, he has the comfortable proportions to be considered good to look upon by most. A collage of different shades and hues of brown streak over the thin muscles of this dragonet's body, refining to a darker hood along the top of his neck and head. A thin streak of creamy-silver slides down from between the large, swirling eyes to pool along the tip of the wedge-shaped snout. Two blazing ribbons of russet glide around his neck gently, joining together along mid-torso to form an 'apron' of subtle mahogany and diminishing sunset. His forearms are slight and somewhat more elongated than usual, tipped with viciously sharp onyx claws that struggle to keep his body upright. The rear legs, cloaked in clinging tendrils of klah brown, shiver visibly as new weight is supported on them. A slithering taper, colored like a mixture of firestone ash and fall foliage, snakes around the rather short tail like a maypole, flaring to a beautiful shade of pink at the end of the spaded tail. Flapping excitedly, the stretched membranes of his damp wings reveal a warm reunion of shimmering dark-gold and deep tan.

Abbe grins and congratulates the harper boy.

Casmira jumps when the egg suddenly hatches. But she keeps her head a stays in place..."A bronze! That's good luck, right?"

Sheron bows to the Queen and startles as the first bronze emerges.

Kallrina eyes go wide at the first impression is made

Viridis gulps as the first eggs breaks open and the Hatching begins. "Finally..." she murmurs.

Kieal can hardly keep her head still with all the activity occurring before her and the others.

Mallea is still holding Elie's hand as she nods to the other girl. She keeps her eyes on the eggs and then on the hatchlings as they start to appear, "Just remember to breath."

Mylarran looks around and smiles as the impression begin to happen, shifting from foot to foot to kep the heat even on his feet.

S'din smiles and nods as the first dragons begin to burst forth and make their Impressions.

Firmin looks quickly back and forth as eggs crack. "oh, wowwwwww," he breathes. He jerks back as the little bronze almost bumps into Carianna and then looks at the brown now stumbling around.

Tebaran smiles again to Emilly as he releases her hand.

Yenne gasps as the first dragonet - a bronze - emerges. Her hand squeezes Br'nal's tightly as she sees the first Imrpession of the night.

Kallrina shiftes from foot to foot as the heat of the sands begins t get to her.

Viridis shrugs at Casmira. "I dunno, I've never been to a Hatching before. I hope it does mean good luck."

Sheron nervously wipes his hands together and he swallows hard.

Vorin's eyes are wide as he looks towards the first few hatchlings, fidgetting a bit again after a moment.

Elie takes in a deep breath and lets it out gustily. "Right. Breathe. Oh, look, a bron- and a brown," she interrupts herself as things start to move quickly.

Carianna's eyes round as she moves from foot to foot then ohs as a dragon passes her by almost leaving her shaking. She calls out best wishes to the harper lad impressing then pulls her thoughts back as another egg hatches.

Abbe is then distracted by the brown. Which she watches carefully. She shuffles her feet and smooths her gown, but prepares to move as necessary now.

Gannon shakes out of his stunned reverie, focusing his attention. he ignores the crowds, the all-pervasive humming, forcing himself to pay attention to the eggs and the newborn Hatchlings. "A b-bronze first," he murmurs. "That's a g...good sign, I think."

Tebaran watches the bronze and shakes his head sadly when it passes by Carianna, but then his attention is drawn to the brown, which he watches curiously.

Anoen's mouth is an O of surprise. His feet lift, sand sticking to their damp soles. "A bronze. That's Impression." His comments, as usual, are for himself. Still, he gives Abbe beside him a swift look and smile. "Another one," goes out to the Prissy Preening Brown, and to ... possible others.

Amilin nods absently to Gannon, "I think that's right. Oh and look at the brown."

Kallrina keeps her eyes on the tiny brown hatchling

Gannon nods. "I'm l-looking, I'm looking..." He actually manages a grin. "T-this is really happening, isn't it?"

Emilly smoothes her hands down the sides of her robe, perhaps an indication of sweating palms. Her eyes mark each dragonet on the sands, as if ready to move if need be. She sneaks a look over toward Elie and smiles. "Breathe in .. breathe out right?"

Sheron looks at the brown hatchling waiting for some indication that this might be his lifemate.

Matheny cheers for the bronze's impression and then turns eager eyes to watch the brown, "He's a handsome enough fellow." she says to S'rist, loud to be heard over all the other noise.

Mylarran smiles over to Gannon and nods trying to keep his eyes alert to everything thats going on.

Amilin spares Gannon the quickest glance and a smile, before returning her eyes to the hatchling.

S'din moves smoothly from one impressed weyrling to another, leading them toward the ledges into the awaiting and capable hands of his Assistant Weyrlingmasters.

Prissy Preening Brown spreads his wings wide with a flip and a snap, shaking the egg goo from them as he surveys his surroundings. A drop of his egg's innards runs down his nose. He humphs and brushes it away with a forelimb, tossing his head like a girl tossing her hair over her shoulder. Finally, he is as goo-free as he can get for the moment. Decisively, he takes the first steps away from the egg mound. Easy, right? Sure it is. Until his feet get tangled up by his tail and he's falling, tail over head in a somersault that lands him flat on his rear and blinking around blearily. Hopping to his feet, he shakes off the sand and eyes the eggs to see if anyone he's related to saw him do that!

Elie giggles and nods, lifting her hand to wiggle her fingers in a little wave to Emilly. "Right! Just like normal." Her hand drops to her side, and fingers pluck nervously at her robe.

Viridis clutches the sides of her robe tightly, discomfort evident in her gestures. If one were to follow her line of sight, one would see that her eyes are glued to the Yellow Pants Egg.

Gannon winces a little at the tumble, then chuckles at the oh-so-familiar gesture. "A-afraid a few people saw that," he murmurs.

Mallea grins briefly at Emilly then looks back at the hatchlings moving about the sands, "Oh they are so much more beautiful up close."

Firmin's eyes open wide as the brown goes tail over headknobs. He can't help but chuckle, his nervousness starting to dissipate a little.

Casmira smiles and calls congratulations to the boy who got the bronze. Shifting her too warm feet, she says.."Look at the brown, Viridis, isn't he lovely?" Seeing the poor brown fall she chuckles..."He's a bit dizzy I think. But who isn't, today?"

Abbe watches the brown and makes sure she steps back as it tumbles. She doesn't dare look at the other candidates as she's too alert to watching for dragonets now.

Vorin gives a visible cringe as he sees the dragonet trip, but but then smiles a bit again when it stands back up.

Tebaran can't help himself and chuckles softly at the brown tripping over his tail.

Anoen's neat form is acquiring color. The heat of the Grounds brings pink to his skin, moistens his flesh, giving him a vibrant look. "Awkward," he comments of the hatchling, his bemusement restricting his speech.

Kieal's hands lift to cover her mouth as the brown takes a tumble. His following movements, however, cause a quiet chuckle to escape her lips as she lowers her hands. "He's quite handsome...if a bit self-conscious already," she murmurs and continues to watch him.

Mylarran smiles as the brown breaks free from his egg. He looks over to rina and smiles. "Look at that.":

Kallrina smiles softly at the tiny brown's stumble. "poor thing

Yenne chuckles with the others at the antics of the little brown. "He's precious, that one. Just like his sire, eh, Brin?"

Carianna lifts a foot to shake out the sand from her sandal as she watches an egg and hatchling. Her thoughts clear as she squeezes the hand she's holding, seeking comfort in knowing her friends are near. She gives each an encuraging smile before shifting her weight and softly speaks the hotsands mantra. "Very sharp claws. Very sharp claws."

Viridis blinks and looks over at the brown. "Oh, yeah. I guess they really are like babies and can't walk well," she says in reply to Casmira.

Br'nal laughs softly, "I was thinking that, myself, but didn't trust my mouth to work to say it," he smiles at Yenne.

Amilin bites her lip slightly as she watches the browns tumble, then smiles slightly as he rights his self.

Elie nods agreement with Mallea, removing her hand from the other girl's grip momentarily to wipe it on her robe, then offering it back to resume the contact. "Yes, and so small! It's hard to believe they'll get so big as all the others."

Boiled Numbweed Egg shivers in place visibly, making the sand around it slide down.

Mallea smiles and nods slightly, "Almost impossible to believe." Her eyes follow the brown's trek across the sands.

Amilin continues to hold Gannon's hand as she watches the brown, her other hand entertwined in her robe.

Gannon yelps abruptly-he's stood in one place for too long, allowing the heat to soak through his sandls. "Hothothot..." He quickly shifts from one foot to the other.

The Rascally Rugrats Egg spins and collides with the golden rock on the Sands. Three large cracks appear, and seconds later a feisty green is hatched. She shakes off the bits of shell that stuck on her wings and muzzle, and starts to strut around on the sands, examining this new hot place and bugle at sight of each new thing. Her roars and bugles are changed to croons of adoration when she finds a young Weaver apprentice. The lass calls out, "I'm right here, Ikhnath! And there's plenty of food right around the corner."

Prissy Preening Brown brushes himself off, picks himself up, and gets a determined gleam in his eyes. This, of course, is surrounded by the red swirling that echos his hungry belly! He almost seems to clear his throat, glancing over at Temornath for some reassurance before he's on his way again. This time his steps are slower, a bit more methodical. He moves carefully forward, starting at one end and pausing in front of a teeny, tiny girl from Crom. He peruses the little thing up and down, then moves down the line to another Candidate. He pauses in front of Emilly to rumble at her curiously, cocking his head to one side, then the other. No, no, not what he's looking for at all! This Candidate has a shape that's too curvy. He moves on down the line.

Firmin squeezes Carianna's hand back. "It's ok," he says, holding his breath as another impression is made.

Abbe glances across as her other favorite egg begins to move now. Then she looks back to the brown. Then suddenly there is a green, she has to watch carefully now.

Emilly reaches up to tuck back a strand of hair that seems to have drift out from behind her ear. "They look plenty big enough ..." she starts to say then chokes off into silence as the brown inspects her. Her breath goes out all at once as the hatchling moves on.

Mylarran glances as another impression is amde and grisn at the weaver candidate. HE looks to his froends to see what they are doing quickly.

Tebaran glances again to Emilly and smiles encouragingly when the brown pays some attention to her.

Viridis bites her lower lip as total chaos reigns throughout the sands, with eggs breaking and ravenous hatchlings wandering in their search. Her feet are in constant motion, a sign of the heat as well as nervousness.

Sheronhas been too busy to notice the heat of the sands, but at Gannon's prouncement it's brought to his consciousness just how hot these sands really are. He moves his feet up and down quickly in response.

Elie holds her breath as the brown pauses in front of Emilly. "Oh! Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, I thought he was going to..." she breaks off, chewing at her lip, eyes following the dragonet's progress with rapt attention.

Casmira cheers for the weaver girl, but keps a wary eye on the moving dragonets. She balances carefully, moveing her hot fee, ready to move if need be....

Kallrina shifts her feet from side to side again as she looks at the green impression being made.

Mallea holds her breath as the brown stops in front of Emilly, breathing only normally again as he moves on, she swallows, "That has to be scary when they look at you like that."

Vorin's eyes quickly glance over to the green and the impression, but then he looks back to the brown then after a quick cheer for the weaver. He, too, starts to step from one foot o the other now, but more absently than some do. He starts to say something to her, then stops when the hatchling moves on, biting his lip.

"Definately determined," Kieal remarks, likely of the brown, and then forms her lips into a soundless 'oh' as another Impression is made. "It's all going so fast..." is an added whisper as she watches everything surrounding her. The heat of the sands begins to really seap into her soles and she begins to almost hop from foot to foot.

Amilin smiles "That green sure seem to find some one quick, that's a good sign too I think." she shifts her stance to realive her feet as well.

Anoen sends his blue gaze to Temornath ... to her newly dynamic young. Beneath his robe, his chest lifts with rapid breaths. "Another one," Anoen notes, his interest on the Weaver's green. "Another one." Poor Anoen -- surprise makes him stupid.

Firmin lifts a foot to wave it idly behind him to try and cool it. Then he puts it down and repeats the action with his other foot.

Temornath croons reassuringly to her young brown son as he goes out in search of his lifemate. After doing so, she takes a little hop to the left, so as to have a better view of all the activity on the Sands.

Gannon nods. "S-so fast," he agrees. "It's h-hard to watch them all at once..."

Emilly's eyes are quite round indeed, and one hand sneaks up to rest over her heart for a moment, then she seems to shake herself a bit and casts a wavery smile Mallea and Elie's way.

Boiled Numbweed Egg vibrates in its spot more violently, sending more sand into the air as the hatchling inside tries to get out. Let me out!

Kallrina watches the egg rock back and forth on the sands.

Elie smiles back at Emilly, and tries to imbue her voice with a certain force to keep it from quavering. "Yes, it must be. At least he didn't, you know."

Prissy Preening Brown pauses to look at this young man and that. He regards Vorin quickly, but moves on past the young man. A croon for a boy from the Ista area, a wurble for one near the wall. He walks right past a group, then does a double take, turning back to look at Firmin. Sitting on his haunches, he takes his time looking this one over. Nose goes forward as he sniffs tentatively, then head is pulled back for a better look. Forward again for a close smell, back again for a head-cocked regardance. Decisively, he stands up and pokes the young man in the belly, trying to get his attention.

Tebaran shifts his feet from side to side as he continues watching, smiling at each Impression.

The Prissy Preening Brown narrowly avoids a collision with an overly excited green racing across the Sands by sidestepping his clutchsib. He's not quite balanced when he does this, however, and loses his balance, falling right in front of one of the Candidates, a Seacraft lad. The dragonet looks up into the boy's eyes and suddenly croons delightedly as he awkwardly tries to wrap his tail around his choice.

Amilin nods absently to Gannon and then remembers to watch the hatchlings and not looks around she watches the brown closly.

Boiled Numbweed Egg rocks back and forth, more urgently than it's done thus far as the dragonet inside fights for it's first deep breath of air. A crack forms along one side, running like a river on it's way to the sea. Then another, and another. Finally a forelimb is forced out and, with a shove from inside, the dragonet is free from its confinement!

Envious Lower Caverns Green

They say that the green-eyed monster rears its ugly head often, but the green of this creature is far from painful to look at. Quite the opposite! The dappled green of jungle leaves dancing in the breeze, every hue seems to be represented. Fresh, new leaf green accents her chin and cheekbones, running down her neck to disappear under her forelegs like a handful of leaves tossed into the wind. It reappears to wrap in a spiral of dappled freshness around her long, lissome tail. A rich, grassy color highlights her eye and neck ridges, giving her face an expression of a possible scowl, dotted so the color seems to move right along with her. Ripples of dark forest green caress the muscles of her chest, shoulders, and hindquarters, only adding to the vision of strength she projects. The rest is a twirling, swirling dance of greenery that blends into a symphony of color over her form. The green shades are vivid and bright over her topside, muted and paler on the under from beneath her chin, running over her neck, belly, and the underside of her tail. Wings spread wide to reveal the mossy floor of the jungle dappled with sunlight and shadow in every shade of green there could be in such a lush, tropical place.

Gannon's eyes widen as the brown draws close to Firmin...

Mylarran glances about at all the confusion happening at once. Its very hard to take in everthing thats going on.

Casmira looks nervous, but also happy and relaxed...."I hadn't thought they'd be quite that small." she muses...."Oh Emilly got looked over! Oh congrats Firmin!"

Abbe cheers. "Oh well done Firmin!" Then she turns to loo as her favorite egg seems to be bout to hatch. "another green!"

Viridis watches as the eggs rock violently. "They're so different when they're all moving around like this," she mumbles, pausing to look in Firmin's direction. "What happened?"

Glittering Gems Egg shivers slightly, then calms back down. A few grains of sand drift over it before settling back into rest.

Kallrina smiles over at Firmin. "OH...congrats Firmin...her eyes go back to the sands, and the little greent hat just hatched.

Vorin holds his breath when the dragon looks to him, then lets it out as it moves on. He grins though as he looks over to see the brown approach Firmin. "Congratulations!" Then, quickly, he turns his attention to look over to the latest hatchling, smiling again.

Amilin smiles "Congradulations Firmin!" she calls and spots then another green.

Yanaleth blasts a note of approval as the brown Hatchling makes his choice.

Firmin blinks at the nose poking him in the belly and tears fall down his cheeks. He nods, "Aye, n'I'll do my best, Voldranth," he says, dropping Cari's hand to scratch an eye ridge, fondly.

Mallea leans forward a bit and stares at Firmin and the brown but her head turns quickly back to the numbweed egg as a green tumbles forth.

S'din smiles and moves forward quickly, "Congratulations F'min and Voldranth!" He helps the bedazzled young man and dragonet off the sands.

Yenne grins. "Look, Brin. He chose Firmin. Congratulations!" she calls to the lad before scanning the crowd for a moment before seeing the arrival of the new green.

Tebaran looks over at Firmin and grins. "Congradulations Firmin."

Carianna jumps to the left as the hatchling draws closer, her eyes alert and attentive to the dragonet's movements. Her head held high and thoughts only for the moment even if her heart races with a quick beat until the heat gets to her again and she steps to the right calling out she joy to Firmin. "How wonderful."

Gannon says "C-congratulations, Firmin!"

Mylarran smiles as Firmin impresses. "Congardulations!" He yells to him.

Anoen's profile is to the Galleries. He's watching Firmin and his ... brown. A gasp becomes a smile. Is he happy for his peer? "Congratulations," he murmurs.

Br'nal nods his head to Yenne, his free hand coming up to dash at his eyes quickly.

Voldrath croons up at his new lifemate, eyes swirling happily though tinged with the red of hunger.

Kieal watches as the brown passes within a few weaverlengths of she and Vorin, rigid until he's a decent amount of space past them. The green then tugs her attention, silvery-blue eyes unable to pull away from the little creature. "She is just gorgeous," she murmurs before the calls from the others pull her attention. "Congrats Firmin," is a quick and cheerful call to him.

Firmin follows S'din numbly, his eyes filled with wonder. "There's food over here, I think," he tells his new lifemate.

Sheron turns to smile at Voldrath and Firmin.

Casmira moves herself and Viridis back a bit to avoid a passing hatchling, and replies..."F'min now I guess. He got the brown!"

Elie leans around Mallea to see better. "Did he pick? Oh, he got a boy." But there's only so much attention she can devote to any one hatchling, and it quickly shifts to the green that bursts from the Boiled Numbweed egg. "Oh, look! Her ridges, it's like grass, you know, that really green kind of grass?" she tugs excitedly on Mallea's hand.

Viridis quietly watches F'min and his new lifemate. "Oh," she says softly.

Emilly nods as the brown chooses, smiling for F'min and his new lifemate, but her eyes swiftly turn back to the busy Sands, darting hither and tither as ever more hatchlings erupt from within shells.

Tebaran attention is drawn back towards the green. He watches her curiously, marvelling at her colors. He speaks over towards Carianna. "She's quite a pretty one."

Amilin shifts some more in the hot sands her eys on on the green.

Mallea giggles but can't help the nervousness that tinges it, "It does look like grass, you're right Elie." She bites her lip and squeezes Elie's hand.

Gannon turns back, 'oh'ing at the green. "T-told you a pretty one would huh-hatch from that egg." He grins.

Kallrina keeps her eyes glued to the tiny green making its way across the sand

Envious Lower Caverns Green *blinks* twice her multi-faceted eyelids, staring at the sudden chaods she has been thrown into. Her eyes start to swirl deeply with red and yellow, releasing a haughty creel at the other hatchlings over by the candidates. It's not fair.. *she* was supposed to go first! Moving from the shards of her birth, she snakes along the sand with shaky, new-born legs.

Glittering Gems Egg rocks back and forth more vigorously this time. A faint tapping could be heard from inside, if not for the roar of the crowd in the Galleries and on the Ledges.

The Spinnerweb Egg has been sitting quietly, minding its own business. Suddenly, it gives a mighty shake and splits in two down the middle, revealing a little blue dragon. He stays right where he is, looking around at this new place that is so much BIGGER than his home. His head perks up at a croon from his mother, and he charges out into the ring of white things on this hot stuff. He butts his head into a short, stout young woman from Keroon Hold, and licks her startled face. Delightedly, she calls out, "Amornath, you found me! We'll be together forever!" After sticking her tongue out at the boy who had been standing next to her, she proudly escorts her new lifemate off the Sands.

Amilin smiles, "You were right she's beautiful." she comments back to Gannon.

Abbe watches the green carefully. muttering "V S C". Then she glances briefly at the blue and chees for the girl.

Anoen's perspiration darkens the fabric between his shoulder blades. "Voldrath." He toys with the hatchling's name. "F'min." New names for faces ... Anoen creates memory, perhaps hoping to calm his anxious heart.

Mylarran eye stare as the newwest dragon breaks free from its shell to find a lifemate. He smiles and squeezes rina's hand softly.

Vorin glances over as he spots the Glittering Gems egg move, and then quickly looks back to the green, rocking from foot to foot still as he starts to fidget again.

Casmira shifts her feet, back and forth, and shifts a bit so she can see all the moving hatchlings...."Oh, such a pretty green! And ..oh...look at the blue!' She calls congratulations to the woman who got the blue...

Yenne wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her dress. She looks up to Temornath, stroking the queen's shoulder affectionately before both look to see the new blue and green.

Sheron mutters a low "Wow" at how fast the blue hatched, emerged and Impressed.

Kallrina sighs as her Spinnerweb eg hathces and the impression is mad, she turns her attention back tot he little green.

Viridis looks from one end of the sands to the other, trying to see all at once. "I can't see all of them," she says, raising herself up on her toes.

Gannon tries to keep his attention everywhere at once...the rocking eggs, the Hatchlings who seem to be emerging and Impressing with ever-increasing speed...it's all he can do to glance at the other Candidates now and again, as one of his friends Impresses and cries out his or her lifemate's name.

Elie lets out a nervous giggle and raises one foot, shaking it to get sand out of her sandal. "Amornath. That's a pretty name, don't you think?" She leans around a candidate next to her to survey the line and see who's gone and who's still here.

The Dusty Cooled Klah Pitcher Egg rocks and rolls gently, then quivers urgently before splitting into several large shards. A large brown dragon is shown, cowering at the din and all the bright lights that have invaded his previously quiet and dim world. He creels repeatedly, and tries to bury his head in the sand to hide from the ruckus. But it's too hot, so he raises it back up and galumphs blindly to try and find his way OUT of here. He collides with a tall woman from the Bakercraft, and tilts his head back to see her better. Seconds later, he is burying his head under her robe and between her knees as she laughingly says, "Don't worry, Kaskith. I'll protect and feed you for the rest of our lives. You don't have to be scared any more." She finally manages to untangle him and lead him off the Sands to food and oil.

Carianna watches closely then winces as the hot sand drifts across her toes. "Yes she is." She smiles to Tebaran as her hands go to her hips pulling up the robe as she lifts a foot to let it cool then exchanging it with the second.

Envious Lower Caverns Green stops in place, nearly falling into the sand with her lack of coordination. Flaring her nostrils, her eyes stare at the new lifemates leaving the Sands. Grr! No fair! Her tiny, wedge-shaped head whips around to stare at the huddled groups of Candidates before her. With a raspy bugle, she starts to charge at the frontline, her damp wings extended.

Casmira indicates where every dragonett is for Viridis, but jumps when the new brown hatches and inpresses fast. Again, she offers her congratulations to the other girl. Shifting her feet, she watches the other dragonetts...

Amilin reaches up to brush back some stray hair absently as she follows the progress of the green, and the other impressions that happen here and there, she shiftls slightly again, seeking relief from the heat.

Abbe shuffles her feet, cheers the baker girl. "there names are lovely today." She says to her fellow candidates, before jumping as the green seems closer.

Kieal 's lips curl up quickly as the latest hatchling seems to want to almost crawl back into his shell, mayhaps. Upon his finding a lifemate, her smirk turns more into a genuine expression of mirth for the new weyrling pair. "Oh Jays," is the next thing to escape Kie's lips as the green seems to take to a charge.

Kallrina shifts in the sand...looking at the dragonetts....her eyes watching the tiny green.

Sheron makes sure he's clear of the charging green.

Gannon says "Whup! L-look out, Ami!" He releases Amilin's hand, so the two can avoid the charging green. "S'she's coming f-fast!"

Mylarran smiles as the bakercraft girl impresses. A good one there he nods to himself. Shifting his feet.

Mallea jumps a bit at the bugle, she smiles at the green, "That one looks like a handful." She looks back at Elie and smiles.

Tebaran seems rather surprised by the reaction from the green and moves to make sure he's clear of her.

Glittering Gems Egg wiggles again, losing its place on the sands. It rolls a few feet, coming to rest against another egg with an audible *crack*.

Amilin dodges back quickly to avoid the rush.

Yenne tenses a little as she sees the green preparing to charge. She grips Br'nal's hand tightly.

Viridis squeezes Casmira's hand a bit tighter as she sees the rampaging green. "Oh, I hear those hatchlings can be dangerous," she says nervously.

Vorin blinks as the green starts to charge, taking a very quick few steps back and away from the line, eyes very wide now.

A rumble from within and Glittering Gems Egg's shell begins to shudder. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker. Will it explode? It will! The eruption ensues, shell seeming to melt away from the dragon though the pile of shards at its feet says otherwise. First, there was an egg. Now there's a Dragonet standing there in the leftovers of its shell!

Bustling Busybody Bronze

Moving from the word go, a streak of busy bronzeness seems to be everywhere at once. He's a mish mash of many shades, all somewhat muted, but all quite distinct. Swirling patterns cover his hide in so set pattern, looking much as if an artisan has taken a brush and swirled a few colors together to get this masterpiece of masculine energy. Graceful lines of creamy tan, metallic cinnamon, and darker, dusky shades streak down his neck, allowing a streamlined appearance until they join together near his chest in two swirls that form a heart over those muscles. Accenting circles run over his shoulders and hindquarters, winding down each limb as if ribbons of caramel and nutmeg were stirred and poured right there. His belly holds the darker shades of earth, bark, and brick while his upper half is a cacophony of them all. When his wings are extended, it looks as if someone has taken a spoon after adding cream to a mug of klah, circling and blending in the oddest shades with a surprisingly pleasing result. The form he owns is a solid looking one, he'll not falter and will prove strong in flight and Fall. Strength of muscle, wing, and tail promise a solid member of his Weyr and Pern.

Br'nal squeezes Yenne's hand, "It'll be fine."

Kallrina nudges Mylo "another Bronze

Carianna jumps out of the way as the green hatchling charges, her knees coming together as she lands again and groans now ankle deep in the hotsands.

Casmira suggenly sees the green charging, and pulls Viridis with her out of the way...."Watch it! She's a fast one it looks like..."

Emilly swallows hard and shifts her weight in case that green charges too hard and too fast her way. "Oh dear ... oh dear ..." she murmurs under her breath.

Elie's head snaps around at the sound of that bugle. "Oh, boy," she says, tightening her hold on Mallea's hand as she tenses to move out of the way if necessary.

Mylarran grins and nods to rina and watches the bronze with intrest.

Sheron sucks in his breath upon seeing the beautiful bronze hatchling, "Such a beautfile mix of colors."

Basket of Laundry Egg doesn't so much rock as it trembles. Wiggle. Wiggle. Shudder. After a moment of intense action, it grows still.

Abbe is too busy watching the green charge to really see the bronze. She looks ver concerned at her fellow candidates.

Anoen tosses a glance over his shoulder ... to the Galleries. Moisture -- his sweat -- defines his features: round cheeks, pert nose, chaste mouth ... all scrunched up. It's the face of stress, which the hatching of the new bronze does nothing to alleviate.

Tebaran makes sure he's clear of the green before looking back to the eggs. He ohs softly as his sight comes to rest upon the bronze. "Now, he's nice.."

Vorin glances up only momentarily as the bronze appears from the glittering gems egg, and he smiles as he sees it, but he turns his attention quickly back to the approaching green. He crouches slightly as he gets ready to dodge if needed.

Bustling Busybody Bronze blinks his eyelids several times and looks around curiously. Hey, what is this place? He looks down at the roundish thing around him and immediately starts to sniff them. He awkwardly hops around until he figures out that it's a lot easier to walk if he holds his damp wings up and out of the way.

Gannon gives the green a safe clearance-if she wants him, she'll come to him. His eyes widen as he sees the bronze, mouth forming a wordless 'oh!'

Kallrina is still watching the green curioulsy.

Temornath trumpets a loud welcome to her bronze son, watching him carefully. She takes a step to the right, to be nearer Yanaleth.

Mylarran chuckles softly as the bronze figures out what is going on.

Amilin relaxes slightly as the green doesn't seem to charge but she watches it closly none the less. She notes the arrival of the bronze and stays where she is.

Basket of Laundry Egg starts to wiggle again, falling slightly to the side. Almost a bounce, and then another pair of shudders. A slight crack begins to form, right before the egg rolls completely over, the crack now against the Sands.

Casmira sees the bronze hatch, and admires him. But such is not for her and that green is a little too frisky not to keep an eye on. So she watches to make sure that neither she nor Viridis get trampled....

Yanaleth reaches his neck over to Temornath, giving her a quick nuzzle, still watching the eggs.

The Comestible Chaotic Cacophony Egg rocks back and forth several times before it manages to hatch a surprised green with whirling red eyes. Hey, what is this place? She starts to explore it, sniffing the various round things, white things, and the very big gold thing in her way. At an encouraging croon from her sire, she angles confidently back to a small group of Candidates. She selects a man from Half-Circle Sea Hold and sits back on her haunches to roar demandingly at him, ignoring the pretty young women on either side of him. He says, "Of course you're hungry, Elbrith. Being born is very hard work!" He carefully leads her off the Sands to where the food waits.

Envious Lower Caverns Green seems to creel in delight as the Candidates spread before her. Her red-yellow eyes swirl like violent maelstroms, shifting her impertinent gaze over a group of girls nearby. Ducking down near the warm sand, she slithers along with half-furled wings towards the girls. They didn't get her! I'm in time! She sits back on her haunches, gazing into the beautiful face of the 'Reaches stablehand.

Envious Lower Caverns Green ceases her inspection of one clump of Candidates. She lifts both head and tail haughtily and turns away. A stumbled stepwell, let's pretend we just didn't see that, okay? As she picks herself up off the sand, she's looking over toward some of the Candidates. The tiny green locks her eyes on one of them - a girl with curly blonde hair and rushes right toward her.

"He's gorgeous," Kieal murmurs upon seeing the bronze free himself from his shell. Her eyes, however, are still on the green, her stance one of someone ready to dart out of the way should that be necessary.

Viridis is keeping one eye on the green, but also glances at the bronze. "So fast," she mumbles, eyes peeled.

Abbe grins and hugs the dragon. "She's Eveyth! And you're beautiful."

Mallea had been holding her breath too long it seems as breaths again she gets a little light-headed but is fine a moment later. She smiles and looks back at the other hatchlings to see if anymore charging is eminent.

Kallrina smiles over at Abbe. "Oh congrats...

Elie lets out an excited screech. "Look! Mallea, Emilly, look! It's Abbe!"

Gannon cheers! "Abbe and Eveyeth! C-congratulations!"

Casmira cheers for Abbe! "Look! Abbe Impressed! Oh well done!" She shifts her feet again...

Mylarran blinks and brings his hand to his forehead to wipe the moisture from it. He looks as the green seems to know what she is after, thne turns his own attention back to the bronze, then claps his hands and yells to abbe. "congradulations Abbe!"

Amilin smiles and chears happliy for Abbe, "Oh Abbe wonderful."

Basket of Laundry Egg rocks back and forth, gaining momentum as it rocks from end to end. Striations begin to appear over most of the egg, and the movement increases.

Yenne finally sees who the green went to and beams. "Abbe, congratulations!"

Emilly's face splits into a wide grin and she jumps up and down. "OH! Hurrah!" she exclaims and can't help clapping a bit, forgetting to be careful about other roaming hatchlings, no doubt in the excitement of the moment.

Tebaran looks voer to Abbe and smiles warmly. "Congradulations."

Anoen runs a nervous hand through his pale locks, causing them to stand on end. This hand which once held Abbe's ... is now free. "Congratulations," he exclaims, stepping away, giving the girl and her ... Eveyeth ... space.

Vorin relaxes, too, as nobody gets hurt by the charging green,and then grins to Abbe. He gives a cheer for the new pair, then his eyes move to the bronze again, watching the dragonet closely.

Sheron lets out a low, "Congratulations, Abbe."

Bustling Busybody Bronze looks up at the cheers and bugles, and rumble-chuckles. Well, of course these things are making noise. He's been born, and this must be an odd form of tribute. He bows his head not-so-humbly and looks around some more. Ooooh, big white things! He stumbles over to sniff them too, especially one certain group.

Viridis follows the green's path to Abbe, taking a breath as the girl Impresses. "Oh, congrats."

Br'nal can't clap, not with one hand, but he brings his free hand to his mouth to let out a happy whistle, congratulating Abbe.

S'din smiles broadly as he moves swiftly and smoothly about the sands, vacating them of various new pairings of dragons. As the time comes, he crouches over the newest pair and calls out, "Congratulations, Abbe and Eveyeth!" He moves them as quickly as he can off the sands.

Kieal's lips pull into a wide grin as Abbe Impresses. "Congrats! Eveyth...what a lovely name," she calls and continues to hop from foot to foot. She too seems relieved that the green found her mate before anyone became a casualty.

The Filching Firelizards Egg lies quietly on the sands, until suddenly a hole appears in its side, and a little claw pokes out. Moments later a blue dragon fights his way clear of the last of his old shell home, and rests for a moment after that exertion. He rolls to the side as an excitable green bumps into him on her way past. He bugles scoldingly and chases after her, only to be distracted when he smells someone wonderful. Ignoring the young woman kneeling down and gesturing to him, he chooses instead a quiet young apprentice from the Beastcraft. The surprised boy announces, "Harflorth, are you sure?" Upon receiving a croon and a bugled demand for food, the lad hugs him and says, "Come right this way, then!"

Kallrina turns to watch the egg that is rocking on the sands.

Carianna hops a few more times as she calls out to Abbe. "Congrats!" then regains her balance with a swinging of her pelvis. Turning to watch the course of the new hatchling with intent and baited breath.

Eveyth croons hungrily to Abbe, bumping her small green head into her side.

Tebaran shifts his head back to the bronze when the trips again. He can't help but smile as it stumbles again.

Gannon divides his attention now between Abbe and her lifemate, the lovely bronze, and the rest of the hatchlings...so much to see...

Basket of Laundry Egg gives one last violent shudder, rolling a bit further away from where it started.

Elie takes a great gulping breath of air, and then she's got to do something with it- it's got to go somewhere. "How about that bronze over there?" she babbles. "Is he looking at someone? It's so hot, it's hard to see. I wonder who he'll pick." And so on, until she runs out of breath and has to take another.

Amilin quicly returns her attention from Abbe, back to the hatchlings, shifting a bit more from the heat. Her gaze drifts from the bronze hatchling to the remaining eggs.

Scratching, scrabbling noises emanate from the Basket of Laundry Egg as it shakes to and fro. The shell begins to thin in a few spots before the frantic dragonet's talons finally break through. Out! Now! There's more scratching and crunching as the dragonet breaks out, falling onto her side in the sand, covered with sticky bits of shell.

Reflective Fire-lit Green

Certainly a lot of work is required in breaking open one's own shell, but now that the shards of the Basket of Laundry Egg have exploded outward, this small dragonet sits amongst the pieces, for the moment, quietly surveying all around her. Hide of a deep green, reminiscent of jungle fronds, she sparkles as though sunlight was shining down on her, reflective patches of auburn and red, with bright golden yellows dance over her back and down the length of her tail, a sleek creature of fire-like intensity. Wingsails nearly transparent in their newness seem more like antiqued copper than pure green, with the occasional flicker of both bronze and gold. As she strikes a pose on the sands, her own inherent quiet pride is visible.

Bustling Busybody Bronze sniffs several of the white things, and turns away to waddle across the Sands again. He finds a new trio and sniffs them too, spending several moments with a young girl with strawberry-red hair. He creels unhappily and moves away, looking at the very big gold and brown things now.

Yenne gasps softly at sight of the new green. "What a darling, this one." She smiles then as Temornath again rumbles reassurance, this time to the young bronze.

Casmira smiles..."Another green! And a pretty one, too. And the bronze is still looking." She shifts her feet again...

Mallea squeezes Elie's hand in reassurance, "It will be okay.." She bites her lip as she looks at one of her eggs hatching, her eyes widen a bit at the green, "Oh my.."

Kallrina oohs soflty at the newly hatched green. "She is beautiful" she mutters, to herself or to the lad next to her, is unclear.

Viridis tilts her head to the side as she regards the newest green. "Hmm. That's a pretty color green."

Amilin ohhs, slightly at the latest green to arrive, "Oh she is beautiful too."

Mylarran blinks and shits his feet runiing his nervous hands thouigh his hair. "Wow." he mutters to himself softly.

Tebaran's attention is once more diverted, this time towards the newly hatched green. He hmms at he tries to watch her.

Gannon says "T-they're all beautiful..." He watches the little bronze with sympathy. "P-poor fella..."

Sheron rubs his hands again, nervously, the spots the new green and smiles at her beauty.

Carianna watches dejectedly as she watches another bronze pass her by. "That silly rule is driving me insane. Why can't I be a boy!"

S'rist leans over and whispers something into Matheny's ear while he watches all the young dragons start to find their lifemates.

Reflective Fire-lit Green shakes her head quickly, clearing a bit of shell that remained on her headridges, and then takes a look around her. Certainly larger. Certainly noisier! Certainly warmer. She glances at the Candidates assembled, for -her-, but for the moment watches the bronze. What's -he- up to?

Kieal lets out a long sigh as she glances over the green. "What a little lovely she is," is a quiet remark from her lips. "Looks like a sharp one as well," she guesses and continues to let her eyes flick between the dragons making their decisions.

Vorin looks over to the new green as it appears, then to some of the other hatchlings, and then looks back to the bronze again. He fidgets even more, now. He glances up to Carianna a moment as he hears what she says, biting his lip again, and then looks back to the bronze.

Bustling Busybody Bronze is heartened by the big gold thing's croon, and tries yet again. This time he finds a line off to the edge of the Sands, and sniffs each one carefully. He leans back and bugles joyfully as his search ends.

Bustling Busybody Bronze peers down at the eggs with unabashed curiosity. Just look at that color or this streak orover there, look over there at that white-robed thing! So what if he's a little smaller than some of the others. Apparently, the dragonet has decided. He lets out a stuttering basso bugle and charges straight toward a grouping of candidates, planting himself firmly in front of one of the youngest boys.

Casmira risks a quick peak at the galleries, looking for her parents. They said they would try to sit in a certain place, so she could find them...oh! There they are! She waves, quickly, and goes back to watching the hatchlings....

Anoen's eyes reflect flame -- green flame -- that of the Reflective Fire-lit Green. And like flame, she comforts him, or so it might seem, for he stands more still than he ever did before and possesses a peace-of-mind to actually see, to pay attention to and see, what there is to be seen.

Reflective Fire-lit Green watches the bronze, and at that loud croon, turns to look. Spotting dam and sire, she nearly falls over as she leans back to look up at them. Wings flutter to maintain balance, and she turns again, watching the bronze. Now having an idea, she daintily takes a few steps, stretching as she does so. So much more room!

Vorin blinks a bit at first, then smiles brightly and kneels down to wrap arms around the neck of the bronze, tears starting to streak down his face, "Yeah, we're together Barith!"

S'din claps a retreating male weyrling on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring grin and comment. As they disappear down the passageway, the Weyrlingmaster turns and heads toward the newest impression, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Congratulations, V'rin and Barith!" he says.

Viridis is still looking at the green as the bronze Impresses. Hearing all the shouts, she turns her attention to Vorin. "Wow. Congrats!"

Tebaran looks over at Vorin and smiles to him. "Congratulations Vorin."

Gannon grins. "V'rin and Barith!"

Amilin runs her hands in her robe, as she observes the hatchlings and smiles as the bronze seems to have made his choice. She calls out "Congradulations V'rin", as she keeps her eye on the green.

Kallrina smiles at the younger lad. "OH Vorin...how wonderful.. . V'rin rather..." she corretes as seh heares the new name

Carianna's eyes sparkle for Vorin, "He's beautiful." She calls out to her friend before the heat of the sands overtake her again and she jumps to the left.

Yanaleth bugles while Br'nal whistles, "V'rin!" he calls out by way of approval.

Sheron smiles and claps for V'rin and Barith.

Casmira cheers and calls congratulations to Vorin...or V'rin? "Look Viridis! V'rin got a bronze!"

Yellow Pants Egg wiggles a bit. Then a bit more. Finally is royally rocking with the efforts of the youngster inside to enter the world.

Emilly's head turns this way and that, as Impressions come more fast and furious than ever and she finds herself calling out more congratulations, between trying to keep track of still un-matched dragonets.

Yenne calls out her congratulations to V'rin and his bronze Barith, reaching out to rest a hand on her trumpeting gold's neck.

Mylarran claps his hands and yells a Congradulations to Vorin and his new lifemate."

Kieal's hands clap together and she beams wide at Vorin. "Oh congrats! What a great name...very strong...Barith..." she repeats the name and smiles wide at the sound of it.

Elie bounces from one foot to the other. "Who? What? Oh!" she gives a little hop, the better to see the newly-made pair. "Barith! Is that what they said? That's a good name. Don't you think?"

Kallrina shifres again in the sand as she turns to again watch the lovely green

"Congratulations," is the shape Anoen's lips make when he sees V'rin and his bronze Barith.

V'rin smiles happily still as he stands and leads the bronze the way the other new weyrlings went.

Gannon turns his attention back to the other hatchlings, now...

The Pink Eel Egg spins around a few times, then rolls down a gentle slope of sand and collides with the Choleric Cook Egg. Both eggs hatch moments later, revealing a blue and a green. They spend a few moments untangling themselves from each other and go charging across the sands in opposite directions. The green carries a chunk of shell on her tail with her, and ignores several entreaties to offer herself and the egg to a prim young holder's daughter from Crom. The blue chooses a rowdy young man from the Seacraft, much to the delight of the watching 'Reaches Riders. Master Benrak loses yet another one to the Black and Blue!

Viridis nods at Casmira. "I know, I saw," she replies, turning as she sees the Yellow Pants egg begin to rock. "I wonder what's in that one."

Mallea smiles gently at Elie and nods, "They are all so wonderful." She raises her hand to brush her hair back from her face again.

Yellow Pants Egg is rocking back and forth, forth and back, as if the hatchling inside were anxious to escape, as if the hatchling was tired of being baked on the hot sands.

Reflective Fire-lit Green makes her way in a stately manner towards the Candidates, not wasting energy running about, rahter undignified, that. She stops at a small grouping of Candidates, looking up at them, nostrils flaring as she sniffs deeply at each of them in turn.

Br'nal grins at Yenne as the pink egg hatches.

Tebaran watches V'rin depart before looking back to the eggs and the green in particular.

A boy and girl, fraternal twins from a poor cothold in the Reachian mountains, tightly hold hands. Suddenly, in the Hatching confusion, the boy turns to regard a wobbling blue. Impression! Mere seconds later, before the girl can register her brother's new lifemate, a blue similar to the first as peas in a pod bumps her leg. Impression once again!

Kieal watches what was her favorite egg split apart upon bumping into another. As the Impressions are quickly made, she smiles her congrats to the new weyrlings. The other green who has yet to find her mate gets a good study as the pretty creature begins sniffing along the line of Candidates.

Casmira calls congratulations to the two winning ex candidates, but backs up a bit and almost crosses her eyes trying to refocus as the green sniffs her...

Yenne flashes a quick grin at Br'nal and murmurs quietly to him, gesturing to the pairs out on the Sands.

Sheron "oh my"'s as the twins impress twin blues.

Kallrina smile as the friendly twins both impress

Mylarran watches as another impression is made, this time a blue, a pair at that. and grins waving to the newwest dragon riders.

Emilly pushes back that pesky strand of loose hair again and shifts a little, one hand dabbing at her forehead as the heat starts to make its presence truly known.

Amilin shifts slightly from the heat as the green makes her way down the line, she doesn't really notice the twins with this hatchling comming closer.

Elie's tongue darts out to wet dry lips, and she shifts from side to side, eyes locked on the green's progress.

Reflective Fire-lit Green lets out a sad croon, almost like a felines mewl, and moves on to the next grouping, sniffing again. She noses one girl, and then buts her nose into the knees of a tall lad, but moves on again.

Mallea smiles as she watches the green making her rounds through the candidates. Her free hand grips the edge of her robe in nervousness.

Yellow Pants Egg stills. The starts. Then still. Then starts. The egg is digging itself a deep hole in the sands, then hopping to find a new path of sands to excavate. Something lively in there!

Gannon cheers for the twins. "K'el and Oreth! And Kallia and Anreth!"

A shift-eyed boy from Bitra looks at the audience as if he were counting the marks shifting among bettors. His focus is suddenly diverted as the Salacious Saturnalia Stampede Egg bursts with a loud *pop*, revealing a regal young green. She lifts her snout and marches strait toward the lad, impetuously demanding his attention.

A tiny blue emerges from his shell, but you can tell by the glint in his eye, this one is all attitude. He barely is bigger than his green sisters, but he puffs his chest out with importance. A clarion call erupts from his throat, drawing all eyes, and as he gazes around at those who behold him, a glint of light reflects off one of his teeth. He moves surely, confident that he is the master of all he surveys, even the terrain.

Casmira cheers for those who impressed, moving from foot to foot and keeping one eye on that green while watching everything else...

Kallrina gasps softly as she watches he yellow pants egg then goes back to watching the littile green

Tebaran looks to each of the ex-candidates, smiling to them and calling out his congradulations.

Viridis keeps her eyes on the Yellow Pants Egg. "Oh, that's my favorite one," she comments quietly to Casmira.

Reflective Fire-lit Green goose-steps right past the blue, head held high as she looks around again, deciding where to try next. With another sad mewl, she sits down on the sands again, looking over the white-robed Candidates from a distance that allows her to see all of them at once.

Elie giggles. "Almost like a feline," she says of the green. "Isn't she cute? She takes her time, though."

Kallrina looks over at the Fire-lit green and smiles softly.

Casmira looks at the indicated egg..."Yes, that *is* a nice one" she replies. I wonder what's in that one?" She keeps watching that green..."She seems to be taking her time."

Gannon nods. "S-she sounds so lonely..."

Amilin chews her lip a little as she contiues to watch the greens progress, she brushes back the stray hair again, she sighs slightly as the green seems to stop her search for the moment, and nods at Gannon's comment.

Elie says "She just wants to pick the perfect one, I bet."

"She's certainly making sure of her choice," Kieal says quietly of the charming little green sitting not terribly far from them all. The latest hatchlings also catch her glance again and she has a hard time being able to focus on any one for very long.

Mallea smiles and nods to Elie, "She is gorgeous.. " She tilts her head and looks at the green.

Mylarran smiles at rina and moves abit to help his hot feet. "Isn't that one preciuos."

Viridis nods at Casmira. "Yeah, she is. She's gotta find someone, though, doesn't she?"

It seems that the blue that arrived is hiding behind its egg. Perhaps he's guaging what battleplan he is to take to move forward.

Kallrina shifts from foot to foot gain as she nods at Mylo. "She is just beautiful...

Tebaran looks to the green and shakes his head. "Shells, she's a real choosy one.."

Anoen, with his big toe, prods at a piece of eggshell, perhaps investigating its inner texture. By his lack of obvious reaction, perhaps he's disappointed? Or perhaps he's too overwhelmed ... to ... pay attention? Probably not, for, "Congratulations," he calls as Impressions continue.

Blustering Boastful Blue

Purest, loveliest sunset blue: that patch of sky near the horizon and not close enough to pick up the glory of the sun's own colors, it shines with dusky blue, hints of purple and near-aqua. Beautiful in its own right, not needing to compete with sunset reds and purples: across this dragonet's hide it spills, lightening to darkish sky blue on eyeridges, edge of wingsails, and hinting along the definitions of muscle. As he proudly holds his wings high to dry them, it's more obvious to the gallery's spectators than to those on the sands: the dark lines that travel from nosetip to tailtip, wingtip to wingtip, and trail down along the outside of all his limbs form a line with three crosses, vaguely reminiscent of the sky seen through dark-lined panes of glass.

Reflective Fire-lit Green opens her wings further, the ends trailing in the Sand behind her. She flutters them, drying them out, and glorying in the attention being paid to her.

Casmira nods..."Yes, she does. Oh, nice looking blue over there, too...."

A young girl appears ready to bolt, so scared is she by the hoards of people in the galleries, the rocking eggs and the dragonets on the Sands. Even the hissed entreaties of the boy standing next to her dont help. Finally her terror is too much, and she runs for the stands, ignoring the shouts of a Weyrlingmaster assistant on the Sands. She falls to the ground as a foot trips on a brown tail. Whirling yellow-red eyes look deeply into blue, and visa-versa.

Emilly lets out her breath and then takes another more slowly, scanning the Sands, eyes lingering on the wandering forms of hatchlings, then marking those eggs that have not yet hatched. She turns slightly toward Mallea and Elie and gives an encouraging smile.

Blustering Boastful Blue finally comes out from behind all the eggs, emerging from the rocking chaos. He trumpets, then trumpets again, slightly flapping his wings as if to show them off. He is a proud one, and active. He heads for the encircling Candidates.

Sheron bounces from foot to foot again before spying the full form of the blue. "Oh, that's a fantastic one," he exclaims.

Elie laughs again, bringing a hand to her mouth and then dropping it to her side again. "That, or she's just having fun being stared at."

Carianna looks down at her feet for a moment as she dances from one foot to the other then steps sideways to the right from the holes she's been digging making herself look taller again. She returns her gaze to the hatchlings.

Viridis gets a good look at the blue. "That is nice. Kinda like a sunset." She shifts, feet moving to keep from getting too hot. "Oh, I wish I could sit down," she says.

Gannon watches the new blue...and the green...and the other Hatchlings who seem to be all around.

Casmira keeps a wary eye on the green, and on the new loud blue..."He's pretty but he sure is loud!" She sifts her feet again....

Kallrina shifts again from one foot to the other...eyes still on the picky little green

Reflective Fire-lit Green looks over the Candidates from her spot on the Sands, attention drawn to the blue for the briefest of moments.

Mylarran blinks as his eyes whilr around to all the dragons searching out for their lifemate.

Tebaran keeps shifting from one foot to the other on the sands. His attention is now drawn towards the blue, he frowns lightly at all the trumpetting. "Certainly a loud one.."

Goblet of Wine Egg wobbles back and forth in its warm, comforting wallow, sending cascades of sand down the pile that holds it in place.

The Reflective Fire-lit Green Hatchling stops in her tracks, eyes still whirling their hunger but tinged with somethingmore. She lifts her head, a shadow of the poise she'll have when full grown, and looks this way, pausing, and then that way. Red-orange eyes whirl faster, all but spitting out fragments of light. Then, with purpose and determination, she steps forward, gently nosing a pair of young Candidates out of the way, heading straight for one particular girl. Coming up upon a girl with wavy, light brown hair, she croons happilyand then sneezes.

Mallea chuckles softly at Elie and nods, "She sure seems too.." She looks between the blue and the green.

Yenne's delighted laugh is at the little green's sneeze is drowned out by Temornath's triumphant bugle.

Amilin smiles at the greens actions, but watches the blue carefull as well. She shifts again in the heat of the sands seeking relief for one foot then the other. then gasps at the Green as she comes over "Oh Dasmareth." she moves forward to hug the green.

Blustering Boastful Blue trumpets a third time! Eyes on him! Eyes on him! He is the star of this little play! He holds his head high, well, as high as it will go when you are the size of a just hatched dragon, and begins to advance down the line. Who is worthy? Who is worthy? or so goes his trumpets.

Kallrina smiles over warmly. "OH Ami....how wonderful...." there are tears in her eyes as she sees one of her closest friends she's made while a candidate impress.

Br'nal winces slightly at the sneeze from the green, and then smiles as Impression is made. "She may have to share Behemoth's hankerchief."

Elie grins gleefully. "Amilin got sneezed on again!"

Gannon's voice is soft, now. "C-congratulations, Amilin," he says, eyes suspiciously shiny. "And Dasmareth."

Tebaran laughs suddenly at the sneeze from the green. "Shards.. and after all the times Temornath sneezed on her.." He calls out louder. "Congratulations Amilin."

S'din smoves swiftly to the new rider's side, "Welcome to the ranks, Amilin and Dasmareth!" He leads the girl and dragonet swiftly to the exit. Well, as swiftly as a newly-Impressed pair ever moves.

Casmira cheers and whoops for Amilin..."Way to go Ami!" She grins almost wide enough to crack her face. She calls to Viridis.."Look Ami Impressed the green!"

Viridis lets out a breath as the green chooses. "Finally. Congrats!" she says to Amilin, then quietly asks, "What is it about that girl and sneezing dragons?"

Mallea can't help it and seems disappointed as the green stares at Amilin, she shakes it off quickly and smiles at Amilin in genuine happiness for her friend, "Oh I am so happy for her."

Yenne grins. "Indeed, Brin. She may need more than one. Congratulations, Amilin and Dasmareth!" She then blinks at the little blue and chuckles. "Shells but he's a proud little fellow. Handsome, too."

Mylarran grins and as Ami imresses clapping for her.

Emilly can't help a giggle or two as the little green sneezes. "Congratulations Amilin!" she calls out, hands pressed together, even as she shifts onto one foot, the other seemingly overwhelmed with the heat.

A boy stands alone on the Sands, petrified. Unconsciously he squeezes his right hand into a tight fist to the point nails bloodily gouge his palm. A small bronze passing behind the boy pauses, nostrils widening at the scent of spilt blood. The dragonet dips his nose to the sands to sniff deeply, then his rough tongue coils around the injured hand. The boy manages to free himself, to look down, then abruptly drops to his knees, flinging his arms around the bronze's neck.

Amilin laughs as she is sneezed on, "You too huh? lets get you something to eat." and moves off with her new lifemate.

Anoen's joy comes from within. It's deep pleasure he shows for Amilin's Impression. "Congratulations." This oft-said exclamation seems to be the only one he can think to offer.

Kieal's smile is quite wide as she calls, "Congrats Amilin...and Dasmareth...what a beautiful name!" She's still hopping as the heat from the grounds continues to seep right through her thin sandals. The blue's antics now draw her attention and she chuckles.

Blustering Boastful Blue deflates somewhat as it appears that a green (and two other greens, and a brown, and another blue) have captured the attention of the audience.

Goblet of Wine Egg vibrates suddenly, as the dragonet inside begins an assault from within on the shell that confines it. The egg shimmies and shakes, and rolls head over heels once, before coming to rest against one of its closest neighbors. Spinnerwebs of fine cracks start to appear, marring the egg's pristine surface.

The Bubbly Pie Egg near the edge of the clutch rocks, and spins in place before bursting open in a shower of shards, revealing a tiny green dragonet. She trills shrilly and arrows for a group of candidates, only to turn away at the last moment. Heading in the other direction, she pauses, singling out a young woman from High Reaches Hold and Impression is made.

Casmira looks out over the sands and again gets herself and Viridis a bit back and away from a passing hatchling. It wouldn't do to get flattened, nope. She smiles at the blue..."He wants to be the center of all the attention.,"

Mallea's attention is back on the blue and she smiles at him with hope. She says softly to Elie, "Glad you are holding my hand so it doesn't shake so much."

Blustering Boastful Blue stands still, for a moment, and throws back his head in another trumpet. At this rate he will be losing his voice before the Hatching is done, before he's Impressed, even. However, he /will/ show himself off, he /will/ be noticed. He is worthy. So who is worthy for him?

Gannon stands alone now, isolated from the rest of the Candidates by Amilin's departure. Swallowing, he turns his attention back to the eggs, and the hatchlings.

Viridis glances over at the boastful blue. "Hmm, he's a self-centered one, isn't he?"

Elie gives Mallea a little grin, though she turns her eyes right back to the hatchlings, mindful of all the warnings the candidates received. "Yeah. Me too- yow. He's /loud/, isn't he?"

Mylarran blinks as the blue bugles and he chuckles lightly. "Look at him Rina."

A sharp /crack/ grabs the attention of all nearby as a dark brown head breaks through the shell of the Bald Spot Egg. After a moment of struggle, the rest of the egg falls away save for a goo-stuck shard stuck to one forelimb. The dragonet takes uneven steps toward the Candidates, creeling to his new lifemate, a lad from the lower caverns.

Sheron looks toward the blue who is demanding attention, "He's loud!"

Kallrina giggles and nods as sne looks at the blue. "He reminds me of someone...

Tebaran looks again to the loud blue, chuckling in amusement. "Shards, he's loud."

Casmira keeps a warry eye on the hatchlings, and ooohhhs at the latest brown. But, she also sees Gannon looking lonely and waves for him to join her and Viridis if he wants....

Goblet of Wine Egg sits quietly for a few moments, as if catching breath after the big shudder-fest that had previously gripped it. That's shortlived, though, as it starts again.

Emilly settles back into shifting from foot to foot and keeping an eye out for dragonets. She rolls her shoulders a little, then inches a bit closer to Mallea and Elie.

Elie sneaks a glance or two at the goblet of wine egg. "There goes that really pretty one," she alerts Mallea, pointing.

Dark lines streak across the Goblet of Wine Egg like lightning, forming a fine mesh of lines across its surface. It seems impossible that it could hold together, impossible that it could freeze so close to hatchingand yet it does. Time stretches out like a held breath and still the Goblet of Wine Egg is quiet. Then, with a sound that is almost a sigh, the shell falls away and the reluctant occupant emerges, blinking in the light.

Pure Pattern of Lace Green

A bugled high, pure note demands that attention turn to this most delicate of greens. She holds her finely crafted wings high, as if dirtying them on the sands would defile their purity. This young dragonet's coloring is very distinct, with an emerald, almost bright hue covering her hide from tail tip to muzzle much like the gilded green appearance of sunlight as seen through a thick canopy of summer foliage. The sails of her wings have striations of darker, truer forest green color on them, reminiscent of a complex and exquisitely designed pattern of lace. She turns, looking around herself with a haughty air, and in the process giving a clearer view of her petite headknobs and the graceful curve of her neck. Perfectly shaped eyes, deigning to grace her gaze upon those present, glance about in a certain amount of pride that is only enhanced by the aura of untouchable innocence she exudes.

Purple Thing Egg wiggles. Wiggles and shifts. Then it stops. A moment later it starts again, fitfully rocking back and forth on the sands.

Blustering Boastful Blue pauses as something, someone, catches his attention. Is it the lad with black hair? The girl with yellow tresses pulled back in a braid? The young boy fingering his robe and looking downward? No. No. And No. He continues forward once more, letting loose the occassional trumpet, just to show that he can. Perhaps his voice is becoming a bit hoarse?

Gannon takes a few steps towards the other candidates, attention still on the Hatchlings.

Kallrina gasps and squeezes the hands she forgot she was holding. "She's the lovelestt of all....

Sheron notices his hands are once again sweaty with anticipation, he wipes his hands on his robe in a vain effort to dry them.

Casmira oooohhhhsssss at the appearence of the latest green..."She's *beautiful*. And so graceful, too even newly hatched." She sighs, deeply....

Mylarran squeezes Rina's hand back and nods softly. "Yes it is."

Tebaran decides once again to avert his attention, this time towards the newest green. He oohs softly on seeing her colors. "A real beauty."

Viridis hears the cracking of yet another egg and turns to look at the new green. Her attention doesn't stay there for long as the blue keeps trumpeting and distracting her. "I hope he chooses soon. He won't let anyone pay attention to anything other than himself," she says.

Yenne seems rather amused by the antics of the little blue, glancing for a moment up to the ledges far above. She chuckles again and returns her attention to the Sands, seeing the young green make her first appearance.

Kieal whistles softly under her breath. "They are all so...well, Jays..." is a quiet remark as her eyes flick from dragonet to dragonet, egg to egg, and fellow Candidates and new Weyrlings. The sands are apparently beginning to lose their grip on her person, the hopping and distractions easing them.

Emilly looks around as the goblet of wine egg breaks apart. "It's almost a shame to see all the eggs going ... but the hatchlings are so lovely too ..." she murmurs to Elie.

Mallea takes a deep breath and swallows, her gaze moves between the two closest hatchlings, the green and blue, "They are both perfect."

Anoen, too, is isolated, with Impressions all around him and with Abbe joined to Eveyth. But he stays where he is, for there's action yet around him, and he's alert enough to know his instructions -- don't get in a hatchling's path.

Elie grins and nods at Emilly. "Yeah. Maybe we can get a piece of shell, afterward, though, to keep and remember it by."

Gannon says "T-they're all perfect...each in a different way."

Mallea smiles softly and nods to Gannon, "Yes."

Blustering Boastful Blue is definitely becoming more hoarse, is losing his voice. However, if he is like this just hatched, what will be be like full grown? He will not be denied! Look at me! Look at me! He abruptly sees someone who is, in fact, looking at him. At him! At him! He puffs up his chest and flares his nearly dried wings. At him! Someone is looking at him! He quickly moves towards that someone and looks up at her. And trumpets, of course.

Kallrina nods at Gannon and shifts in the sands again.

The Blustering Boastful Blue swaggers around each of the groups of Candidates on the hot Sands. He is delighted to let so many - oh, yes, there are females out there - see his magnificence. And there are so very many Candidates to choose from too, but that is no less than what he deserves. Finally he stops in front of the one he deems worthy of his time and his choice, a girl who has a spirit to match his own. He deigns to touch his nose gently to her shoulder.

Purple Thing Egg starts up with the wiggling again. Now it's shimmying, the purple end jerking. Minute cracks begin to appear on its shell.

Pure Pattern of Lace Green sits for a moment, curled up almost daintily amidst the remainder of her shell, allowing everyone to get that good, long look that they're wanting. Once that's done, she gets to her feet, takes two wobbly steps, and promptly lands on the hot sands with a *thump*. A flip of still-damp wings conveys the 'I meant to do that' attitude, and there she sits-again-studying the knees of the Candidates about.

Viridis gasps audibly, her mouth falling open. Her eyes are now wide green orbs, sparkling with a new light. "Oh, Mraeleth!" she breathes, reaching out a hand to touch the blue. "We will be unstoppable!"

Yanaleth bugles again, happily.

Carianna sets her hands on her hips and spreads her feet apart as she looks between the blue and green hatchling. "They're both so beautiful." Then smiles as the blue impresses. "Oh Viridis, I'm so happy for you!" She calls out softly.

S'din chuckles and shakes his head now that the blue has someone other than himself to concentrate on. He calls out, "Congratulations, Viridis and Mraeleth!" He leads the stunned youth out onto the ledge and into the capable hands of his assistants.

Kallrina giggles and continues to watch the green.

Sheron cheers for Viridis and Mraeleth.

Gannon smiles. "C-congratulations, Mraeleth!"

Emilly's fingers sneak up to her mouth as the little green stumbles in her shell, then she looks over as Viridis Impresses and once again, sends over a cheery, "Congratulations!"

Kallrina smiles over at Virdis..."Congrats..." she smiles softly to Mylo and whispers somehting

Gannon says "A-and Viridis!"

Yenne beams. "Viridis! Congratulations to you and your Mraeleth!" Impulsively, she gives Br'nal a hug.

Tebaran looks over to Viridis and smiles warmly. "Congratulations Viridis. He's beautiful."

Kallrina mutters to Mylarran.

Casmira grins..."That blue is going to lose his voice soon, if he doesn't quit.....Oh my! Viridis?" Casmira turns in shock as the blue take her partner...."Oh congratulations Viridis!" She lets the other girls hand go so she can have both hands for the blue....he's already looking to be *quite* a handful...

Mylarran smiles once again and grins to his friends.

Viridis dazedly gives Casmira's hand a squeeze as she walks towards the passageway with Mraeleth. "Yes, I feel it."

Br'nal smiles his surprise at the hug, but certainly doesn't complain. Stepping between Yenne and Yanaleth, he moves to put an arm around the goldrider.

The Hunk of Firestone Egg almost disintegrates as its inhabitant breaks shell. How this large bronze dragonet fit in that tiny egg is beyond comprehension, but he shows no signs of discomfort from the close quarters as he spots a stocky lad from Tillek Hold. He lets loose with a stuttering trumpet and within seconds, another impression is made.

"Congratulations," is pulled from Anoen once more -- for Viridis and her Mraeleth. "Congratulations!" and now he must move, for a hatchling comes his way, and not for him.

Elie tugs at Mallea's hand. "Did you see? He picked Viridis! Oh, wow." She turns another grin toward Emilly, and offers the girl her free hand. Time to close ranks.

"Such wonderful names," Kieal murmurs and then calls in a bit louder tone, "Congrats Viridis! He looks like quite a spirited one." She watches the pair briefly, mirth and perhaps a touch of envy in her eyes before the other hatchlings catch her attentions again.

Casmira waves at Viridis as she and her new friend leave the sands, then looks back at the hatching. She moves to stand by Gannon..."Do you mind some company, now that we are both partnerless?"

One of the younger candidates, a brown haired lad from Sattle Hold, stands rigidly on the sands, too frightened by the chaotic movements of the dragonets to even shuffle his feet over the hot sands. The stony Hearth Egg spills forth a glistening blue dragonet that rolls twice before fetching up at the lads feet, forcing him from his stupor with a devoted bugle and the mental shock of impression. The boy throws his hands around the blues neck, hiding his tears of joy against the soft hide.

Emilly smiles and takes Elie's hand. "I hope you don't mind that mine's a bit damp," she says softly, and that strand of hair swings free again, but this time she ignores it.

Gannon shakes his head, taking Casmira's hand now.

Elie shakes her head. "It can't possibly be any sweatier than mine!"

Mallea smiles at Elie and Emilly after wiping her cheek, "I am glad I am not the only one."

Pure Pattern of Lace Green has spent enough time looking at knees, it seems, for she soon gets to her feet again. She stops, looking up, wayyy up, to Yanaleth and Temornath, and gives a little warble, as if introducing herself to her dam and sire. Wings are spread and fluttered again, then flicked back, as she turns to regard the Candidates again. Her steps are not quite so wobbly this time, as she begins to make her way forward.

Kallrina takes a deep breath as the little green begins to move again

Soapbubble Egg shivers a little, rolling around in it's little bed of hot sand.

Thump. What a strange noise for the Purple Thing Egg to make Thump. There it is again, as if the dragonet inside was simply bumping up against the shell with a shoulder, or maybe butting with its head. Thump. The shell has baked hard over the months of sitting on the hot sands, but finally (Thump!) the egg rolls down a slight incline in the sands and shatters, tumbling a bronze dragonet out on his back with his feet waving in the air.

Puckish Playful Bronze

Bright, cheerfully whirling aqua eyes are always intent on his surroundings: curious, watchful, hopeful, and filled with mischief. There is more to this world than the eyes behold, as this little bronze dragon is quite aware-for he himself is a good example! Feline-lean, his body hasn't the breadth, broadness, or bulk of most large dragons, but a lot more sinew and whipcord in his makeup. Narrow wings are as thin and delicate as foil, tending to flutter at the slightest breeze or excitement. His tail is as thin as a whip, and never motionless, even in his sleep. Long, graceful limbs suggest that he has strong odds for winning foot races against other bronzes. On a thin neck that arches like a swan's, his head appears quite delicate of bone and painstakingly adorned by pearly headknobs. Subtle yet elegant ridges track along his spine from eyes to tail tip, as if brushed onto his hide by the painstaking precision of a master artist. Certain nights in certain lights, he seems more pale than anything else, and tends to stand out in the darkness as if offering a subdued, quiet glow in contrast to his gregarious nature. However, normally he appears a light shade of new bronze, a sort of metallic golden brown, as though more tin than copper was used in his firing. Faint streaks of silver form his ridges and help create the pearly effect on his headknobs. Sparkling silvery dust powders his wings and muzzle, emphasizing his sinuous and fragile-seeming lines.

Yanaleth gives a soft rumble to the young green.

A robust looking brown dragonet crawls out from the Diapered Little Egg and rises teeteringly to his feet only to stumble back down again in front of a red-headed weyrbrat. After being helped to his feet the dragonet stumbles further on without another look at the red-head and pairs himself up with a lithe, tow-headed girl from Curved Hill Hold. As the weyrbrat claps for her fellow candidates good luck another brown, this one the dark hue of driftwood, comes up and chooses her to be his lifemate.

Mallea notices out of the corner of her eye that the lace green has moved again. She smiles gently at her as she looks around at the candidates.

Emilly tips her head slightly to the side. "Look Mallea ... there goes the one like a soap bubble ...."

Kallrina takes her eyes off thegreen briefly to look at the newest hatchling. "Oh...another Bronze..."

Elie says, "Yeah, between it being so hot and me so nervous..." she breaks off as the green moves. "Ooh, ooh, is she going to come over here?"

Tebaran covers his mouth suddenly, trying not to laugh this time as the bronze seems to have stuck himself upside down. "Oh dear, I hope he's ok."

Carianna cheers happily as three more candidates find thier mates and leave the sands. Dampmess rolls down her cheek as her legs buckle for a moment bringing her knees together and setting her to rock before she regains her thoughs and ohs at another bronze.

Mylarran grins as the new bronze rmrges looking for his new life mate.

Mallea looks to where Emilly is pointing and smiles, "I wonder if the dragon inside is as pretty as the egg.."

Casmira smiles..."The green is moving again. And...oh!...a bronze! A a handsome one, too" She moves from foot to foot, trying to keep balanced.

Gannon applauds and cheers for the new riders and their lifemates. "H-he is," he agrees. "S-see how lean he is...n-not burly, like most bronzes..."

A creeling green emerges from her shell and tromps about the sands, looking quite put out about having her safe, warm environment taken away from her. Getting an encouraging croon from Temornath, she scatters over to a group of girls standing together and falls right in front of a particularly short one from Nabol. She squeals in a high-pitched voice, "Her name is Chirzanth!" and the two are led away from the sands, another impression made.

Kieal sighs and then her eyes find the little green again. "At least she's not charging at us," she remarks generally when the newest bronze splits his shell. "Great Faranth's wispy ghost, he's quite handsome," she says of him and then the browns tug her attentions briefly. She gives her head a little shake before being able to seemingly focus on the whole of the grounds again.

Kallrina shifts from foot to foot as she looks at the hatchilings

Sheron clenches and unclenches his fists and dances on the hot sands a bit. He mouths some words to himself.

Emilly nods toward Mallea then blinks at Elie. "Is she ... better be ready to jump if she charges ..." she sayys, eyes roaming the Sands again.

Soapbubble Egg rolls just enough to crest the lip of the sand bed it has been resting in all these months, rolling down into the next spot, one filled only with broken shards of egg now from an already hatched clutchmate.

Pure Pattern of Lace Green moves along the line of Candidates, more quickly now as hunger begins to become a driving force. Where *is* that lifemate of hers? It shouldn't take as long as this, should it? But wait... the dainty little green pauses, head tilted just to one side, listening. Then, she starts forward again, this time with purpose.

Puckish Playful Bronze trumpets! Wow, lookit this! Those limbs are straight up in the air and they wiggle! Wiggle wiggle wiggle! And there's all this noise too. Keen! Gosh, but this gritty stuff on his back isn't fun. So a roll, and another - wow, fun too!- and the little bronze finall gets up on the sand, looking around and trumpeting yet again.

The Pure Pattern of Lace Green carefully inspects several of the Candidates, occasionally creeling hungrily. Nope, this one's too tall. Nope, this one has too much stuff growing out of his head. Nope, this one smells funny. Where is the special one, the one who will be her lifemate forever? Finally she finds the perfect One, the One who will love her and care for her always. She settles down in front of a Trader's daughter and trumpets a high, pure note, announcing her choice.

Elie nods. "Yes, but she doesn't look like the sort that would- at least, I don't think." She keeps her eyes on the green nonetheless.

Casmira cheers for those newly impressed, and agrees..."He very strong looking though." she laughs..."And he's a playful fellow. Look at that!" she laughs at the bronzes antics, but still keeps and eye on that green...

Anoen comes close to his peers, to Mallea and Casmira and Emilly and so on. "Not burly," he says, echoing Gannon's appraisal of the new bronze. Anoen's sweat has stained his locks. His robe hugs his shape. His feet keep on shifting. It's hot!

Tebaran finally gives up and laughs this time at the bronze's antics. "Well.. definitely looking for fun, that one."

Sheron shakes his head trying to make sense of the bronze's movements.

This dark, earthy brown dragonet seems to find the sands themselves more interesting in the candidates. Placing his snout in various little claw-prints that have peppered the sands, he looks like a kid in a sandbox, having fun without much regard to what else is going on. Finally, though, the pangs of hunger kick in and the brown starts to run to the nearest boy, stumbling all the while, until he ends up impressing to a tall redhaired lad from the Healers.

Gannon blinks as he watches the bronze wriggle. He smiles, then grins, then laughs openly, unable to help himself.

Mylarran releases Rinas hands to wipe it on his sides and grins at the remainder of his fellow candidates looking to catch the next imppression.

Elie gasps, and her hands tighten convulsively on Emilly's and Mallea's for a moment. Then she drops them both and rushes forward, her hands outstretched to caress the lace green's head. "Oh! Freyath! Yes, yes, I /am/ with you!"

Mallea blinks as the green stops beside her, she can't breath for a moment as she stares at Elie, tears come to her eyes in happiness as her closest friend impresses, "Oh Elie and Freyath" She steps back a bit to give the new pair a bit more room.

Soapbubble Egg rolls again, back up over the lip of sand back to where it started from. A little upset frustrated bugle is heard from the inside.

S'din ushers several new pairs out onto the ledge, not the least of which is this new greenrider and her dragon, "Congratulations Elie and Freyath! Welcome to the riders of High Reaches Weyr!" He gently leads them from the sands.

Kallrina looks a bit dissapointed as the green choses someone else...but smiles at her friend. "Oh Elie...congrats

Gannon's grin becomes a smile. "Elie and Freyath! C-congratulations!"

Casmira oooohhhhsss sadly for a moment, then smiles and cheers for Elie. "Congratulations Elie!", she calls...

A light, almost powdered blue dragonet kicks out half of his shell and rolls for a couple of feet, half of his shell still attached. Wiggling as best as he can to toss off the rest of his former hovel, the blue finally succeeds, but the effort tips him off-balance and he nearly rolls off of the sands entirely. Eventually the determined blue gets his bearings and begins the long search for his lifemate, finding a Seacrafter girl from Tillek.

Yanaleth trumpets loudly.

Sheron claps for Ellie and her green lifemate Freyath.

Emilly blinks as the green approaches, then she steps back, face wreathed in smiles. "Oh Elie ...." she murmurs and takes a halfstep back toward Mallea.

Puckish Playful Bronze watches his brown clutchmate sticking his nose in the sand. Hey, now that might be fun! So poke poke poke goes the little bronze snout - and while the nose goes down, the tail goes up and wiggles up and down. Hey now..what is that thing. Out goes the snout and his head spins around, peering at that...tail. The bronze takes a step toward it but it just moves away. He takes another step, and another, and another....

Tebaran diverts his attention away from the bronze's antics at the cry. He looks to Elie and grins. "Congratulations Elie."

Anoen gasps. "Elie. Congratulations." For the first time in a long while, he pairs his 'congratulations' with a name. "Congratulations," for his friend.

Mylarran grins as Ellie impresses and he grins. "Congratulations Ellie."

Yenne looks to see Elie Impressing and beams. "Congratulations, Elie and Freyath!"

Elie blinks at S'din with an awed expression, and lets out a bubble of delighted laughter. "Yes, sir, thank you, sir," she blurts out, and from then on has eyes only for Freyath.

Mylarran laughs as the bronze imitates the browm. "Oh look at that Rina." He points to her.

"Oh Elie!" Carianna calls out with joy. "And you too." She calls to the seacrafter as her eyes follow the bronze's path.

Gannon blinks, then chuckles. "I-it's your tail, silly...i-if you bite it, you'll be suh...sorry!"

Kieal's lips curl into a wide grin for her fellow Candidate. "Congrats Elie...and Freyath," she calls cheerfully as the pair bond together and prepare for weyrlinghood. The antics and movements of the other hatchlings quickly draw her eyes away, chuckling obviously spilling from her lips.

A smallish lad from Crom, barely five feet tall, stands behind a group of older, taller boys for most of the hatching, peeking through robes but never coming out in front of them until one bouncy green dragonet heads over to their group. The boy stands very still just behind the tallest of the boys in front of him, but the green will have none of that - she breaks through the group of tall boys and nudges the shy lad, introducing herself to her new lifemate.

Emilly holds her hand out to Mallea, smiling as Elie leaves the Sands.

Mallea smiles and reaches for Emilly's hand, "Thank you."

Kallrina laughs softly and nods...her eyes seraching out to see what eggs are left unhatched

Almost as if nudged by something, the Soapbubble Egg seems to vibrate for a moment. It stills again briefly, but a moment later, there's a snapping, crunching sound and the Soapbubble Egg bursts open. Its occupant tumbles out, sprawled flat on her belly and looking a bit dazed, as if she had been pushing with all her might when the shell finally gave way.

Gruff Grumpy Green

Sharp sparks of light forever whirl in her eyes, like distant stars: calm, focused, cool, logical. Little like most green dragon's eyes-yet this green dragonet is not like most. She is no small, slim, dainty creature with wings of silken lace, but large, strong, with wide broad wings that form a natural cloak. Her large bellows of a chest provides strength via bulky muscle. Powerful shoulders and hips act as springboards to help compact limbs launch her up into the air in great leaps. Her tail is flattened vertically like a sea snake's, ready to ripple in her wake as a counter-balance, or to wrap securely about something or someone precious to her. The features of her head are broad and blunt, ruggedly practical in one way and stubbornly unyielding in another: short but spiky headknobs, a slightly flattened muzzle, and almost sharp ridges, especially about her eyes. Green she may be, her hide also reflects her body's unwillingness to conform. A muffled sea green coats her belly and the undersides of her wings, neck, and tail, as if she lay in a pool of the color. Deep, dark olive covers the rest of her body like a blanket of camouflage, with streaks of pale, almost translucent gold highlighting the sharpness of her ridges and headknobs, as if the edges gleam, ready to cut.

Tebaran laughs and calls out as well to the bronze. "Don't bite your tail!"

Two eggs knock against each other in their rocking, and one finally cracks to reveal a skittish blue dragonet, who within seconds has found a husky High Reaches Hold lad to become his new lifemate. The second egg, now without a dance partner, takes quite a bit longer to hatch. It does after a few moments, revealing a large, thick brown dragonet who slowly makes his way across the sands before finding his lifemate in a tallish girl from High Reaches Weyr.

Emilly squeezes Mallea's hand tightly. "Look ... from our favorite egg Mallea ... it just burst ..."

Kallrina looks at green softly.

Casmira chuckles at the antics of the bronze, and then jumps a bit when the green bursts out. "Oh my, she looks like a strong one."

Gruff Grumpy Green gets back to her feet and gives her wings a little shake. Her eyes then go back to the remains of the egg that had her trapped. She gives a little bugle and stomps on the shards, breaking them up into tiny, tiny pieces.

Mylarran laughs and grins to Rina, "Oh that one is going to be a handfull.""

Sheron gulps, "She doesn't look very happy."

Kallrina giggles as the green seems to stop on her egg.

Rocking eggs all around, but the Stony Hearth Egg has seemed slow, even sluggish. So it's quite a surprise to see an unassuming green dragonet crouching in he sand where her egg used to be, peeking over the shards. After carefully inspecting the Candidates from her hiding place, she makes a quick dash to a girl from Lemos, trilling her joy as impression is made.

Casmira blinks..."And an agrssive one, too. She going to be a handful for someone."

Mallea smiles and nods to Emilly, she then looks back to the green, "Oh my.." Her eyes widen at the sign of a temper, "I guess she was not happy with being kept in there so long."

Puckish Playful Bronze finally figures out that there's a drawback in this tail-chasing. It makes you dizzy! He *thumps* to the sand, sitting on his bottom and blinks around blearily as his head clears. Oh, now will you look at that out there. There's white things! Lots of them! They'll play with him!

Tebaran blinks at the green's egg shell stomping. "Well, not going to be any left from that egg."

Emilly blinks as the green stomps her eggs to bits. "Oh dear ..." she squeezes Mallea's hand more tightly, then looks 'round as another Impression is made off to one side and yet again she calls out well wishes.

Anoen can't laugh at the bronze's antics. Can't do much at all. For perhaps he's realizing for the first time since being Searched, what he's here for. Perhaps he's realizing what's to be gained. With his brow rumpled, he watches what eggs and hatchlings remains, watches his peers' reactions, and ... then worries at his lower lip.

Gruff Grumpy Green gives a little nod of satisfaction after glancing back to make sure that egg will never be able to hold her back again. She struts down off the mound, bound and determined to find who she's looking for and get all this over with.

Silvery blue eyes are touched with confusion, Kieal looking between the playful bronze and rather...serious little green. "Unless they were seeing it, I bet no one'd believe these two hatched from the same clutch...such a difference," she murmurs and continues to let her gaze dance between the two.

Gannon nods. "W-wouldn't want to get her angry!" he agrees.

Mylarran chuckles nervously at Gannon. "Id have to agree with you there Gannon."

Mallea clears her throat and looks at Emilly then back at the green, "She means business."

Carianna ohs lightly as she watches the green for a moment then turns back to the other hatchling trying to suppress a laugh. "I hope her lifemate wasn't planning of saving a piece of that shell,." She comments to the girl next to her. Oh, he's as sweet as a cookie." She adds about the bronze.

The Puckish Playful Bronze sniffs several of the Candidates, spending a few moments nudging at one of the younger girls. He is inclined to stay with her, but a sharp bugle from his dam puts him back on track. There are other games to play anyway, lots of them. On the way to his next adventure, the dragonet pauses near one group of Candidates, among them a soft-spoken young man who blushes easily. The bronze gives him a good head-butt, and then deems him an acceptable playmate, crooning happily.

Almost unnoticed in the din of creeling dragonets and shattering eggs, a small blue cracks shell near where his dam and sire are observing. The tiny dragonet seems content to remain where he is, near those large brown and gold things until he spots a lad from the Minecrafthall. With no hesitation on either part, impression is made.

Gannon ooof. "W-what!" He almost stumbles as he's headbutted...then his eyes go wide.

Kallrina smiles happily as she looks over at Gannon. "Oh Gannon....how wonderful....a bronze

Casmira releases Gannon's hand so he has both hands for his new friend. "Congratulations Gannon!"

Mylarran grins widely to Gannon. "Oh my! Congrats Gannon!"

Tebaran looks over to Gannon and smiles wanly. "Congratulations Gannon."

From up in the Galleries, Kariel's voice can be heard screaming, "YAY!!!! Gannon!!!"

Yanaleth trumpets echoingly, turning his head to admire Temornath.

Anoen makes circles of his eyes. "Gannon ... congratulations!" Now he laughs. How excellent for his friend! The boy from Keroon is genuinely pleased, startled out of his private thoughts.

Carianna bits her bottom lip as yet another bronze passes her up but she can't help feeling joy for Gannon as the bronze makes his coice. A look is given to Temorath at her intervention. "And I even gave you fish."

Emilly looks around as cheers erupt and grins at Mallea. "Gannon Impressed ... and -bronze- oh good for him," she says delightedly.

G'non says "Me? You want...me?" He looks up, tears streaming freely down his cheeks now. "Oh, Wydreth, of course I'll take care of you!" And he doesn't stutter...not even a little."

Kieal claps her hands together as she glances over the Impression of Gannon and his bronze, calling, "Congrats," in a delighted, genuine tone.

S'din moves smoothly from pair to newly-Impressed pair, ensuring the safety and comfort of each before moving to the next. With the newest pairing, he claps the new bronzerider on the shoulder, calling out for everyone else to hear, "Congratulations to G'non and Wydreth! Welcome to the Wings!" He helps the young man to his feet and gently guides him off the sands.

Mallea hadn't even realized until Emilly's words she turns quickly to look at the bronze and G'non, "Oh that's wonderful!"

Sheron smiles, "Congratulations G'non and Wydreth."

Yenne cheers as she sees the bronze find Gannon...no. G'non. Temornath adds her own trumpet of congratulations, but then croons consolingly to Carianna.

Br'nal gives Yenne the chance to congratulate Temornath, and then, his turn, pulls the rider in for a hug.

Gruff Grumpy Green makes her way out to the ring of candidates and moves through a gap. She wants to look at them from this side too, make sure there aren't any problems with them from this side.

Casmira stands alone now, and moves to keep the wandering green in front of her where she can keep an eye on her.......

Tebaran finally turns his attention away from the departing pair and looks to the green still out there. He watches her closely, given her mood.

Mallea watches the green move around to the back, she turns around quickly so she can keep an eye on her.

Sheron watches the little green with a look of confusion on his face.

Mylarran wipes his hands againts his sides again and watches the moody green.

Emilly returns her attention to the Sands, hand still clasped in Mallea's, surveying the wash of broken shell all over eliciting a bit of a shaking of her head, then she seems to snap her attention back to keeping track of the remaining hatchlings.

Kallrina turns and watches the green, not taking her eyes off the little grumpy green

Gruff Grumpy Green stomps along. That wasn't the view she wanted at all, they all turned to keep looking at her. She gives a frustrated little bugle and tromps through a gap back into the center of the sands, her head looking around to look at all of the candidates again.

Carianna hops from foot to foot as she watches teh green closely now. Sweating freely and grabbing at the robe's lenght to try to get some air to her overheating body.

Anoen sends his attention forth over what remains of eggs and Candidates. Now he's intent on Impression, for the first time since his Search. He, too, watches the green, and any possible other hatchlings that remain. "Come," he urges, his request cast low.

Emilly smiles a little as the green bugles and tugs lightly on Mallea's hand. "I feel like my neck is going to crick up from looking everywhere at once ...." she utters in a wry tone.

Tebaran continues to watch the green now, as she moves about the candidates. He continues shifting from one foot to the other as he watches.

Kallrina shifts her feet from side to side.

Casmira turns again, to keep the green in sight. With one that looks like that, it seems even more urgent to watch her carefully....still for all her sharpness and agressiveness, she is still pretty too. Casmira almost holds her breath...

Kieal watches the green with a guarded sense of curiousity - it doesn't seem clear exactly what might upset her, even at this young stage, and she certainly doesn't want to be the one who crosses the line.

Mallea nods quickly at Emilly's words, "I know.. " Her gaze stays on the green, watching her carefully, "It will be over soon though, there are not many eggs left." She bites her lip nervously.

The Gruff Grumpy Green stalks her way past the Candidates, unhappy that her lifemate is nowhere to be found. Wait! What was that? She doubles back and sniffs at the ankles of a female Candidate with startlingly blue eyes. She rears back on her haunches and bugles right into her new-found lifemate's face before settling down with an expression that is half satisfaction and half ravenous hunger.

Mylarran watches the green and talks to rina softly. "That one is goingto be a hndgull to whoever impresses her."

Kallrina smiles softly and nods. "Aye...that she will be

Mallea lets go of Emilly's hand and falls right onto her but at the bugle in her face, she can't speak for a moment then whispers, "Zsofyth.." A bit louder and with a smile now, "Zsofyth!"

S'din claps Mallea on the shoulder and chuckles, saying "Good luck in handling Zsofyth! Oh, and welcome to the Weyr!" He gently urges her toward the passageway and then pauses, looking over the sands for any last pairings who need to also be ushered off before moving along himself.

Casmira smiles at Mallea, and congratulates her.

Sheron cheers for Mallea and Z'sofyth.

Anoen pulls his lips thin and wide, glad for one more friend. He's a small figure far out on the Sands, but a straight one; he's a proud boy, though he might suspect the worst ... for himself. "Congratulations ... Mallea!"

Kallrina smiles softly and warlmy at Mallea. "Congrats...

Emilly blinks as Mallea's hand drops from hers and she steps back, safely out of the way, hugging herself now and jouncing a little. "Mallea! Hurrah!" she calls out.

Carianna watches the green and smiles as ... calls out her name. "Congratulations." She lets go of the robe length and begins fanning her neck then wiping sweat from her eyes.

Mylarran smiles to mallea and grins. "Congratualtions."

Yenne grins and calls out her congratulations to Mallea.

From the sands, Tebaran looks towards Mallea and calls out. "Congratulations Mallea."

"Oh Mallea, congrats," Kieal offers and then covers her mouth with her hands. A mumble akin to 'good luck' might have escaped her lips before a chuckle follows. "What an interesting name, too," is added, mostly to herself.

Matheny cheers for the final impression and then glances at S'rist before stepping towards the group of remaining candidates, people the weyr has grown fond of over the cycle.

S'rist smiles back at Matheny and nods, then takes a quick turn towards Yenne and Br'nal, "Congratulations to the both of you, a fine clutch of dragons."

Br'nal turns to Yenne, a smile a dragonlength wide on his face, and he exuberently hugs the goldrider, "We did it! They did it!"

Sheron looks around and sees no more dragonets and all the eggs hatched. He shakes his head trying to grasp it all.

Tebaran sighs deeply and turns his attention to S'rist and Matheny now.

Kallrina smiles softly, a bit sadly as she seems to notice all the egges have hatched.

S'rist steps to catch up with Matheny, giving a bit of a wave to draw the candidates still on the sands over into a group.

Emilly blinks in surprise as she realizes it's over and though she -should- pay attention to the weyrleaders, her eyes scan the stands and the ledges quickly first, before she clusters in with the rest of the remaining candidates.

Casmira looks around and sees that it is over. And, as she pretty much expected, she didn't impress. She looks to be a bit sad, but basically alright.

Sheron slowly moves toward the Weyrleader's gesture, moving away from the spot he's ocupied with huge anticipation for the past few minutes.

Yenne returns Br'nal's embrace, beaming. "They're wonderful. All of them...."

Tebaran steps towards S'rist now, joining the group with the others.

Mylarran looks around at the last of the candiates, his friends and offers smiles to them all, as he notices them being called over and follows.

Casmira steps up, with the others...

Kallrina follows over slowly to the Weyrleaders

Anoen answers S'rist's invitation, lifting his feet high to meet the Weyrleaders. Though his cheeks remain pink -- it's still hot! -- his manner is grave. To an uncertain future he goes!

Matheny raises her voice a little bit to be heard over the dying din, her voice strong, but sympathetic, "I want to thank you all for doing your duty to Pern by braving the sands today. S'rist and I want you to know that you are all welcome to stay on with us at the weyr and if you are of the right age to stand again with the next eggs. There is wine and food in the living caverns, and a weyr full of people who would like to help console you."

Carianna blinks as her eyes clear and she looks at the eggshells. "But...." She falls silent as she moves with the others shaking her head in confusion.

Emilly slips through the cluster as she catches that

Sheron opens his mouth as if to say something, but closes it again.

Kieal's smile isn't as bright as it has been throughout the evening, watching her fellow Candidates Impress and become Weyrlings, but it is still there. Nodding her head to the Weyrleaders, she says, "Thank you Weyrwoman, Weyrleader...I'd like to stay on. I'd miss too many people, I think, if I left."

Emilly slips through the cluster as she catches that 'but' from Carianna and bumps her hand lightly against the younger girl's.

Mylarran nods and smiles weakly opening his mouth to speak but nothing coming out.

Kallrina smiles sadly and looks up... "MAy I have my old position back Ma'am?

"Thank you, ma'am." This comes from Anoen. "Thank you." Though composed, perhaps he's still a bit off, for he's normally more articulate.

Casmira nods..."I'd like to stay too. I already asked my parents about it and it is alright with them."

Tebaran shrugs once. "I guess I'll stay, where else do I have to go?"

Carianna reaches for Emilly's hand and holds it tightly for a moment as she listens to the Weyrleaders.

S'rist smiles a bit, at hearing how many of the fine candidates will be staying on at the weyr.

Matheny smiles, tilting her head a little bit, "I do hope you'll stay, sometimes it is only a matter of time before your egg is shelled. S'rist here stood more than once himself." she nods to Kieal and then Kallrina and Casmira, "I'd be very happy to have you stay on, and I'll find something for each of you to do, have no fear of that."

Emilly wraps her fingers around Carianna's, and nods as Matheny speaks. "Of course ma'am sir ... Reaches is home," she says staunchly.

Anoen does not yet commit to staying, at odds with his peers. Nevertheless, his manner is pleasant, though, by his look, he is worn. "Thank, ma'am," he says once more, his speech mechanical.

Mylarran opens his mouth again finlly as words come out. "I'm not sure, Id like to but since I technically am still an apprentice would I need to ok it with my craftmaster?"

Casmira smiles at the Weyrleaders..."Thanks. And thanks for letting me stand, it was great even though I didn't impress."

Matheny smiles to Mylarran, "That might be wise, and those of you with crafts may very well wish to return to them. If you do, and you wish to see about a posting here when you are able, I'd be delighted to have you back with us again."

Carianna's eyes echo Emilly's comment as if there was never any question to that. "Can I at least get a piece of that green egg shell Miss Matheny?" She asks softly as she tries yet again to get the hot sand off her toes.

Sheron nods and quietly comments, "Yes, I'll have to talk to Benrak, but not much posting of a seacrafter to a mountain Weyr."

Matheny says "You are all an exceptional group of people, you really are."

Tebaran nods once to Matheny, but doesn't say anything as he seems depressed.

Matheny chuckles a little, "Of course you may, Carianna. You're all welcome to shell if you want some."

Anoen gaze goes out to the Bowl, leaving just an ear to the Weyrleaders. "Thank you, ma'am," he says, absently. "Thank you." Perhaps he wonders if uncertain future will be resolved out there?

Emilly smiles then and nods. "I hope there's -something- of Mallea's lifemate's shell left ... she loved that egg so ..." she murmurs and dips her head toward the Sands. "Want to look together Cari?"

"This is a pretty exceptional place we were allowed to work in," Kieal replies to the Weyrwoman and smiles. A sigh escapes her lips, the full effect of everything being over apparently sinking in. "Well, I'm going to go get my things together from the barracks. I'm a bit tired from the heat and excitement," she remarks and then asks, "May I be excused?"

Matheny indicates the galleries exit, "As I said before, there's wine in the living caverns as well as food, I'm sure many of you are hungry."

Casmira nods, says her final thanks, curtseys to the Weyrleaders, and heads for the exit.

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

Matheny nods to Kieal and to the others, "Yes, you're excused of course."

Carianna bites her bottom lip as she glances to where the Weyrlings and dragons went then nods her thanks, then looks up at Emilly and nods again. "Can I get some boots first? My toes hurt." She half whispers not sure if she really is ready to face the egg shards just yet.

Emilly looks down at her feet and nods. "I think that's a good idea. I don't know if I have soles left on my feet."

Kallrina nods softly. "Thank ye Ma'am"

Matheny smiles, "The shards will still be there tomorrow if you want to come back, boots and all."

Mylarran nods and smiles softly. "I will ask CraftMastrer Leara and see what I can do."

Kallrina looks at the sand one last time and heads up the stairs.

Carianna gingerly heads towards the stairs.

Matheny nods to Mylarran, "Let me know if you'd like me to write Master Leara a note on your behalf. They may not post apprentices but it's always good to try."

Sheron turns to walk away, takes a few steps, then remembers his training. He turns back and bows deeply to Temornath, then rises to leave.

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

Mylarran smiles and nods. "I'd appreciate that yes, Thank you."

One more, "Thank you, ma'am," slips from Anoen's lips. For one so young, for one with a questionable future, he leaves with dignity, or with as much dignity as his weary physique can afford.

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

Mylarran smiles and grins a tiny bit. "At least this way I could still haunt my brother." Hw winks and turns to head off the sands.

Yanaleth rumbles softly, proudly to Temornath, and then stretches his neck out on the Sands, providing th gold with a pillow.

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

Temornath croons sleepily to Yanaleth and lays her head across his neck.

Matheny looks to Tebaran and Emilly, "Are you two going to be okay? I know that it's hard, I remember talking to S'rist when he didn't impress, and so many others who came back later and found that their egg finally had been shelled."

Tebaran shakes his head to Matheny. "I'll be fine ma'am. Eventually."

Emilly smiles and nods, picking up her feet to follow after Carianna. "Yes ma'am ... thank you I'm fine," she says and trots off.

Br'nal turns to Yenne. "Shall we see about getting something to drink?"

Yenne nudges Br'nal. "I'm going to go in and have a look at the babies."

F'min nods, ahhh! There it is... didn't see it at first.

Br'nal smiles at Yenne, "Wait, I'll go with you."

Yenne grins and takes a step toward the passagesway. She pauses near Matheny and S'rist. "That was...incredible."

Br'nal pauses to shake hands with the Weyrleaders, too happy to say a word.

Matheny smiles to both Yenne and Br'nal, "It was a wonderful hatching, I'm so proud of everyone."

Yenne beams. "They're just...it was incredible."

Matheny smiles, "Let's go see what the rest of the weyr has gotten up to, shall we?"

Yenne smiles. "We'll join you soon." She follows after Br'nal.

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