Logs:Hraedhyth and Szadath and Iesaryth and Arekoth's Clutches Hatch
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| RL Date: 15 March, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Azaylia, Brieli, C'wlin, Devaki, D'kan, Hana, Jo, K'zin, Liv, Madilla, Mave, N'hax, N'ky, Quinlys, R'hin, Taikrin, Tiziano |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, High Reaches Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: The eggs hatch! |
| Where: Hatching Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
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| It's sudden, but once it starts, Hraedhyth's gutteral hum can be felt in the minds of her tribe. Their tribe. It's a joyful sound tainted only by the Dam's need to protect, her strength felt in every drumbeat. It's time. (Hraedhyth to all High Reaches dragons) To all High Reaches dragons, Iesaryth's attention has not been as much on the eggs as the other dam, so the water's roar shifts into a hum moments after the drumbeats are underscored by it; she doesn't need to protect - she wants them to come out. Out, out and be DRAGONS already, GOD. Please don't keep them IN THERE, Hraedhyth. It's not yet light when the chorus of dragons take up their song: first just a handful of hums, and then steadily more until it's every dragon (or close enough to), voices of all timbres and in every range. It's audible even deep within the bowels of the Weyr, where sound bounces off one stone wall to another, ever increasing in intensity. For those who have never heard such a thing, perhaps it's terrifying-- but for everyone else, it can mean only one thing: it's time. In the galleries, It's not so long after the humming begins that Madilla, with a small boy at her hip and a taller girl striding alongside her, arrives in the galleries. She and the children take a quick seat relatively close to the front-- Lilabet squirms in excitement beside her, pointing at the eggs that are already shifting, just quietly, down on the sands. In the galleries, It takes some time for the High Reaches Hold continent to arrive, primarily due to the hour and the need -- of course -- to be appropriately attired. One of the benefits of rank, however, is having a guaranteed spot right near the front, and so the Lords Braeden and Devaki, along with their wives Yuliye and Issedi make their way down to the front row, pausing to greet familiar Holders and others of rank as they pass by. In the galleries, Since groups are arriving to this thing, quickly filling up the rows, the convict rider group seem to manage to slip in and linger in the shadowy part of the galleries to watch: Kaitlin, M'ron, and Jo. The latter of the pair is in her black leathers, leaning against the wall and generally keeping out of the way while various persons pass by to grab a seat. In the galleries, Liv is one of those passersby, and in passing by Jo's group she smiles quickly at them, but mostly the bluerider. Her seat is found quickly, she didn't come with anyone and singles are always easier. In the galleries, Being of no rank whatsoever, nor with any burly men to clear a route for her, Mave looks particularly frazzled arriving, still hopping into one boot, a hand raking at her hair. Dressed sloppily, but who's looking; the action being over the railing, on the sands, where her eyes travel sharply even as she tries to elbow-nudge others out of her way, pulling a piece of paper from her back pocket for reference and brandishing it as if it were a knot. The What's the Matter egg pivots on its base, a great rolling red eye within a socket of sand. There's a dull, tactical tapping from within... and then it's still again. The Bonified To Be Humerus egg nudges up against its neighbor, its 'grin' nearly touching the other shell as though whispering some secret. Audibly. It's only the dragonet scrabbling inside, though... right? Next to Arekoth on the sands, Iesaryth is excited. This would not be noteworthy, but for the sun-touched queen's usually placid demeanor, which is not on display now - her wings rustle impatiently, her bright, whirling gaze on the eggs now, her interest in the galleries gone entirely. The eggs are moving, the whole Weyr waits upon them and finally, finally, if she bespeaks them, they'll likely talk back. They're interesting now! She's definitely entertaining Brieli, who's dressed in gold to match her lifemate, and seems to share her sense of giddy anticipation. The (Acting) Weyrwoman can smile, and the wide one she wears right now is quite brilliant - and it only widens on spotting a certain Fortian bronze pair landing on the ledges high above. In the galleries, Along with all the other arrivals, there's a contingent from Monaco, noisily laughing and jostling as they arrive. R'hin's probably the most recognizable amongst them, greeting many of the older High Reaches riders with an easy familiarity. That group seems content to find a spot near the back of the galleries -- which is probably for the best given their chatter. Xhaeon doesn't necessarily stumble onto the Sands, but it's a near miss. He's by himself, alone in a crowd -- for the moment. A familiar face is noted and Xhaeon draws to Wakizian as iron to starmetal; Smiths stick together, right? He bows to the clutchparents, hastily, and bumps the shorter candidate, briefly, with his shoulder. "This is crazy." "Crap; they get right to it, don't they..?" Alida quips in her typical, clipped alto to Wakizian and Nicky as they all rush out onto the Sands, the blonde finishing up the lashing of her long runner's tail into its leather binding. Note how she's remaining a little farther away from the more grumpy of the queens. There's no way to tell which egg ends up going first: it's one, two, three for the Flashing Lights, Untamed and Molded Glass Eggs, all hatching at once to leave behind two greens and a brown. The trio all go off in different directions, teetering between their as-yet unhatched siblings before - finally! - finding their matches. In the galleries, There's some fussing about as the hold contingent settle in their seats, Devaki making sure the ladies are seated before he begins to seat himself next to Braeden. There's a slight pause as he does so -- catching sight of a familiar little girl, he winks at Lilabet (whether or not she recognizes him in turn), gives a warm smile to Madilla, and... pauses briefly on the third figure, brow furrowed, before a word from Braeden draws him down into his seat. In the galleries, Jo sends a nod with a curious smile Liv's way when she recognizes her, her dark gaze taking in who's present here along with those arrving out on the sands. M'ron is murmuring words her way and directing her to glance at certain people in the stands, making them notable. Her gaze doesn't linger on them, however, feathering over them in favor of the Monaco group arriving by where they are. Nicky is holding Wakizian by the wrist with the Smith leading the way out onto the Sands - he looks both nervous and excited, looking over his shoulder to see where Alida is. When they make it into the line-up of candidates waiting for the eggs, he knows he's got his buddy on one side, but holds out his hand for Alida, beckoning for her to come in closer to the two of them, even if she won't take his hold of him. And then there's hatchlings! "F-F-Faranth," he gasps, gripping Waki's wrist tighter. Quinlys follows the very last of the candidates out, breezing quietly through the passage and retiring to a position off to one side, with a handful of other assistants. She seems really quite pleased with herself-- and even more smug, when she can direct those assistants off towards the first of the new Impressions. A strong, sharp talon erupts through the dark spot on the What's the Matter Egg, but it takes a bit more chipping and shoving at the cracks before the red shell completely disintegrates. The bronze hatchling left among the shards carefully rights himself, holding his head high to survey the situation around him.
ContentsAbove It All BronzeThere's something sinister in how darkly weathered bronze hide mostly masks the scheming curve of this dragonet's eyeridges, the intimidating spread of his headknobs, the terrible sharpness of his muzzle. Equally insidious gloom veils the wicked grip of his fore-talons, while the others have withstood the same burnishing as his powerful shoulders and hindquarters-- the latter so often draped by tarnished wingsails, that his strength may be surreptitiously shielded by svelte and sinuous grace. Seriously, who could miss the towering Xhaeon? Ceawlin follows closely behind the front of the group, but stands apart. Harpers are aloof, right? At least for the moment, anyway. A perfect bow is executed to the clutch parents. Perfect enough to make his craft proud. Then he steps to the side, a little off-step, a little overwhelmed. Not that his expression wants to admit this. As the stands fill with bustling people, as candidates are lead onto her sands, Hraedhyth rises to her feet. The tawny gold's eyes are still touched by crimson even as she adds her throaty hum to the chorus of dragons. Her wings are half-cocked, casting many of the eggs in her protective shadow. Azaylia stands next to her queen, seemingly unaware at how unwelcoming her lifemate may seem. Dressed in bright turquoise and gold, the junior has one hand on Hraedhyth's forelimb, the other resting on Taikrin's arm. She's delighted. Tiziano steps out on the sands, hustling along with the group. For a few moments he forgets himself, just staring with awe and dumbstruck wonder at the sands and the bustling activity that is already occurring. Eggs are already hatching, dragons are already finding their riders. Spying the movements of the other candidates around him has Tiziano's memory coming back and he quickly gives a bow to both sets of clutchparents before making his way back towards Ceawlin. "Hey, hey, hey. I'm staying by you, kay?" Bros for life! In the galleries, Madilla is quickly distracted by what's going on the sands, but Lilabet, in her excitement, is surveying everything: that's how come she notices Devaki, brow furrowing for several moments before - finally! - she seems to put things together, suddenly beaming at him. It's probably a good thing Madilla is distracted, then, not to mention the little blonde boy in her lap. Kaeden is just another candidate in the group of white-robed figures, coming in just a couple in front of Quinlys. He has just enough time to bow to the quartet of clutch parents before the eggs start spewing forth dragonets. There is a moment where he scans the galleries, but only that moment, then the action on the sands has his full attention. Shuddering and twitching, the Snikt Egg performs a partial roll forward. It's just enough momentum to place a hairline fracture across that wicked silver cross, one that abruptly breaks further apart under the frenzied efforts of the dragon within. The narrow, insubstantial blue teeters to his feet, and then loses his footing altogether. It's fine, though: he ends up collapsed at the feet of one of the local girls, whose face breaks into a brilliant smile as she reaches down to cradle him, promising, "I've got you, Nhidanth." Wakizian is laughing. Chalk is up to nightmare-laden sleep and sleepless nights, but the Smith's actually laughing, gleefully. His expression is exhilarated. "You think this is crazy, just you wait. See?" He answers to Xhaeon, pointing at the eggs that crack. He wiggles his wrist out of Nicky's grip and replaces it with his hand. Unmanly as it might be, he holds the ferrier-turned-candidate's hand in the face of the not so wee dragons. Szadath has guarded and guarded and guarded-- and, if truth be told, he is guarding still. He hulks just behind Hraedhyth's shoulder and, over the thrum that pulses his throat, watches. Taikrin is more excited, with proud-papa smiles for Azaylia as she holds tightly to the younger woman's arm and murmurs encouragements. Above It All Bronze takes a moment to observe his surroundings, then with a flick of his wing -- intended to dislodge a piece of errant shell -- he begins a determined path, not towards the candidates, but higher onto the mound of sand the eggs rest on. There, amongst the eggs of his soon-to-be-bothers and sisters, the bronze regards the semi-circle of white figures, content to observe from afar for the time being. Xhaeon is left blinking in surprise. "What?" Eyebrows raise. "That was -- that was really fast." Impressions are FLYING. He's not. Hopping foot to foot, more of anxiety than anything else. "This is insane." To Ceawlin, to Waki, to Nicky, to Kaeden; to anyone. "He... looks like something to not mess with." That's about the latest bronze, a wary eye on the one who moves slower than the others. Alida only edges forward towards Nicky when Hraedhyth doesn't glare at her, the guard's lower teeth absently filinf at her upper lip for a moment in her contained agitation. No, she doesn't nab Nicky's hand, nor does she do more than peer at Waki for a quick moment before those bursting, rocking eggs grab her heightened attention all over again. "Fast..." is remarked to herself...even as the bronze hatchling is sizing everybody up. The skull-seeming shell splits right down the middle, as though hewn by some massive axe, only to splinter across the left eye socket and further fragment into thick, yellow-mottled shards. The Bonified To Be Humerus Egg is no more: the Death Before Dishonor blue dragonet spends a bare moment to orient himself before advancing red-eyed upon the candidates, sand already catching at and clinging to his still-sticky paws and wings.
Death Before Dishonor BlueHe might have been carved from blue-sheened stone, if only he'd hold still: a dragonet with the beginnings of a broad-shouldered physique, all of him strongly built but for the long and slender tail that likes to move just as much as do his coppery claws. His eyes, too, are quick and splendid, if so deeply shadowed beneath his brows as to be difficult to tell their hue upon a passing glance; the otherwise grayed blue of his hide carries something of their sheen when the light strikes him just so, a fine-grained, indicolite flash. Though his body has a polished air, the irregular ridges down his short, strong neck are darker and rougher, as though from naturally broken stone - while his immense wings carry a gritty sort of opulence, labradorite that shimmers with twin eyes of yellowed bronze upon opalescent teal, like an insect's predator-deceiving disguise. Nicky grips Wakizian's hand with white-knuckle tightness. "So f-fast," he stammers in response to Xhaeon and Alida, while he tries to keep track of both eggs and hatchlings. Ceawlin is all alone -- wait. No he's not. Tiziano is right there. "Yeah, fine." Somehow, Ceawlin has found a friend -- or rather, someone willing to tolerate his sharpness. Then: crack and, "Woah." Yeah, not the best response, but hey, he's still young. He needs to grow into his Harper-ness. "You're telling me. I didn't realize they'd just bust out like that." Y'know. That fast. At least the dragons have to go to the candidates, not the other way around? Still, Brieli does give Hraedhyth a glance as she gets to her feet, fine brows arched a touch. Her gaze shifts to Azaylia with a bit of a questioning look - is everything all right? - then offers over another wide, unguarded smile. Delighted is too strong a word for the goldrider, but she's still pleased. Death Before Dishonor Blue shudders, not with pleasure, and scrapes his newfound limbs against each other: itching. Already. He hisses, head lifting and eyes bright red, and kicks at some errant shards by his paws as if they had caused it. Wakizian is still laughing, his excitement rising as egg after egg shells its occupant, brown eyes darting to follow the movements of the dragons. "Blink and you'll miss it!" He informs the trio around him, all on their very first hatching. "Just keep your feet nimble." With a squeeze for Nicky's hand, he drops the hold, shifting on the sands to make it better able to avoid any clumsy newborns. Tiziano takes two steps forward and then one step back as a bronze and then a blue breaks shell. He's breathing quite heavily at this point, the exhilaration of the moment getting to him. "Good, good." The candidate says to Ceawlin, basically on top of the Harper in his constant motion. "Shards, going too fast. Did they say it would be this fast? Cause this is really fast." Did he mention that this is fast? The little fingers upon the Cheap Bauble Egg twitch and ripple as the hatchling within gives a forceful, testing nudge to the egg's shell. It teeters, shifting within the sand around it, and briefly seems likely to collapse over itself-- except that it stops, abruptly. Time to regroup. The Moon's Reflection Egg is rocked from within, and knocked to its side on the sands. It wobbles in its new position once, twice, and then stills. Waiting. Xhaeon grits his teeth, obviously overwhelmed from everything going on and just as obviously not willing to succumb to the desire to run screaming. Teeth grind together, chin tucks towards his chest, and he very deliberately takes a deep breath. "This is really fast," he confirms Tiz's statement without looking at him. In the galleries, Perhaps it's because of the well-dressed Holder contingent that Mave shoots them a vaguely guiltily look for her disheveled appearance, her half-done hair that she pushes at, often forgetting in order to lean forward, clutching at people's shoulders in order to peer over them if they're in the way. Eyes track the sands fairly efficiently, but her teeth won't let go of her lip, either. Azaylia catches Brieli's glance, hand leaving her dragon in order to fan a distracted everything-is-alright at the other goldrider. As eggs continue to crack, she points, hugging up tight against Taikrin to babble excitedly in the brownrider's ear. Hraedhyth leans forward but takes no steps, hum passing through bared jaws. She finally chooses to keep her over-protective gaze pinned on those squirmy white things. Candidates. Alida's not squealing over each hatchling that pops or explodes from its egg, the woman's lizard part of her brain kicking in, inciting her to flex into a bit of a fighter's crouch. Not to beat the hatchlings, but to hurl herself out of their way, if they come in her direction. A small swallow tries to dislodge the small dryness in the blonde's throat at the feeling of being surrounded. "Nimble...yeah..." is murmured to both Waki and Nicky. Above It All Bronze doesn't seem keen to give up his high ground -- not immediately, anyway -- though he does have to give ground as one of the eggs near him starts to crack. He starts to move again, and it first it might seem like he's finally making his way towards the candidates, but once he settles on another topped pile of sand it's clear he's just moving to a better vantage point from which to regard the situation. Kaeden would seem in agreement regarding all the various comments about things going quickly. He doesn't bother commenting, though, just stands at his end of the semi-circular group and watches. Best way not to get trampled, after all. He promised. The concerted efforts of the hatchling within the Weirdly Wonderful Egg have had it rocking back and forth for a few minutes, but now, finally, an almighty shove sends it rattling against the nearby Remnants of a Wish Egg: both shatter on impact. Left in their wake, a dainty green and her bulkier sister take their time in getting up and moving on, the latter finding a farmcraft boy soon after, the former wandering lost for several minutes before she finds her girl. The sickly bands of color on the Demonic Stink Egg shudder under pressure from within, unravelling into shards as the hatchling breaks through. Lichen-green and little, she crawls free of an egg that is still partially intact, head lifting with interest... and a hunger that turns her eyes to whirling rapidly red. In the galleries, Hana leans forward from her spot from within the contigent of holders, eyes on those below - though later, there will probably be a glance to those with them in the galleries. But for now... it is more for the 'first hatching' idea, and so many things to watch all at once. Wakizian's laughter dies down, though his grin is still wide. "Nicky, look!" He points towards the three greens, and then to the bronze moving about, "Think he likes the view as much as we do?" This is given to all the candidates within hearing range. Nicky is mostly quiet when Wakizian lets go of him, rubbing his hands on his robe nervously. The comments from the other candidates are heard as he turns to look when he hears them, but he doesn't answer - perhaps because he doesn't trust his own tongue not to trip him up? But, the actions of the bronze do surprise him, and he proves he still has the ability to speak by stammering, "Wh-what's the b-b-bronze d-doing?" But he hardly has time to look to that one as even more hatchlings grace the sands. Quinlys can't stay off to one side forever, however much fun it is to be supervisory; she assigns herself one of the next Impressions, drawing up alongside them to offer, brightly cheerful, assistance... and the promise of food. She's not long away though, hurrying back on with a near skip in her step. Above it All Bronze finishes his final survey, and only then deigns to make his way down from his most recent mound of sand and out into the group of candidates. There is no more searching or hesitation; he executes his plan smoothly, marching up to a golden-haired harper and staring him in the face: the one he's chosen above all others. Xhaeon isn't going to puke, isn't going to puke, isn't going to puke. "They should have let us eat breakfast first." That was to Kaeden. Because he's close, somehow. Physically. Like that. Maybe. And then there's staring, because staring should be done. C'wlin eyeballs Tiziano, "Hey, watch your feet, buddy. The sands are hot enough without blow-dusting me with them." Ceawlin is like the cat that protests that something wants it, but really likes it. For real. Imagine the fluffiness -- anyway, the harper's attention is split between blue and bronze, and then the rest of the Candidates. Then there's greens! Green, blue, bronze, oh my! "It's happening almost too quickly to keep track of, except that one up there. Stepping on the other eggs -- I didn't know they did that." Then, all of a sudden. "Athimeroth is hungry?" Tiziano is nudged. "Did you -- wait." The world is ending. Ceawlin is /distracted/ and /overwhelmed/! Ahem. He stumbles. "Oh, Athimeroth. You are hungry." And C'wlin steps forward, touching finger to nose tip. Okay, there's wonder there! Quinlys has, in fact, barely made it back onto the sands before-- ah yes, there's C'wlin and his new dragon, and she's pulling up alongside the pair of them, one hand on her hip, the other amusedly waggling in Athimeroth's direction. "Hey," she says. "Come on. Let's get him some food, okay?" The shoddy grasp of those finger-like patterns upon the Cheap Bauble Egg breaks with a snap, faceted patterns in their not-quite-white sheen sent scattering as the egg falls to pieces. The hatchling left behind draws his wings more closely about him, lifting his narrow head to regard the world with interest. So this is what's out here! With a nod for the other goldrider, Brieli goes back to watching the eggs and dragons, smile fading to a faint one, a bit sympathetic on the shifting candidates. Despite the occasion, she's not paying much attention to H'kon or Arekoth - but is that a shock? Iesaryth gives a little huff at Hraedhyth's leaning, sitting back as if it'll help by contrast. They're coming out! Don't stop them! Geez. And then, another of hers has found his mate, and her humming rumble is smug. Wakizian's laughter is back at Nicky's question. "Choosing!" Apparently. "Congratulations, Ceawlin!" The Smith whooooos in the Harper's direction.
Alchemist's Prize BronzeHe's physically unimposing, this slight and slender bronze, the kind of dragon who could so easily have been outright skinny were it not for the natural arch of his neck and the tailored curve of his narrow body. The red-bronze of oxidized cinnabar sweeps across him: upon the aristrocratic bent of his long, sharp face and pointed chin, where he wears his distant lineage so distinctly; up and down each sculpted neckridge; and all the way to the tip of that tail that has such a tendency to probe and pace behind him. Except in flight, he wears his dark, dulled-bronze wings tight, furled like a cloak-- and yet, outstretched, his wingspan is impressive for his size, those wingsails abruptly lustrous as their deep sheen catches any available light. Alida blinks as that arrogant bronze picks Ceawlin, the woman's lips curling into a smirk as she is treated to the first of the candidates that she knows more than passingly Impressing. "One down..." is noted to the youth's surprised blurt. Athimeroth seems quite pleased with his choice, if the proud way he holds his head is anything to judge by. Though he can't see as well here, and his head juts out past C'wlin's to try and get a better view of the goings' on. He is hungry, though, and while the sentiment of the Weyrlingmaster's words are understood, it doesn't take him long to start heading in that direction, with -- of course -- a pointed nudge to his rider's shoulder to get him moving, too. C'wlin nods slowly, mind reeling from the force of the bronze's first mental touch. "Yes," tone's clipped not from usual entitlement but from sheer -- well. Hunger? Reeling? Pick your poison and out they go! When that Cheap Bauble Egg finally hatches, the Death Before Dishonor blue abruptly moves further away from the shards in short, sharp motions that keep his paws held high as if, that way, they'd stay uncontaminated. He stares at some noisy candidates and then tosses his head, unimpressed. Next, his eyes light briefly upon those big adult dragons, but not in recognition, more as though they were massive mountains to be negotiated if necessary. And after that... after that, something or someone else has caught his eye, for he slinks lower to the sands as he approaches the candidates. Someone, or someones. Tiziano turns his head towards Ceawlin as he's nudged, and then there's this dragon that's there and his BFF is suddenly a dragonrider! Tiziano takes a respectful step back, "Shards, Ceawlin! He's... he's yours!" There is some seriously awe in the lad's voice as he watches the bronzerider pair take off. He sidesteps closer to Xhaeon and whoever else is nearish. "Can you believe it? Bronze! My best bud is a bronzerider!" Kaeden really can't help but give Ceawlin-turned C'wlin a lopsided grin. "So much for those Masterharper plans," he comments in a wry tone to Xhaeon, though that's really all there's time left to say before he has to shift slightly. More impressions mean the candidate group is shrinking. Huge Tracts of Land Egg bursts open abruptly, scattering egg goo everywhere - and especially about the strutting brown within. He is quick on his feet, sidling past the bigger dragons and his siblings in order to seek out the one he's interested in-- light-fingered Canie. This one? She didn't need to steal at all! Alchemist's Prize Bronze shuffles his wings as he attempts to stand, attempting to pull them back this way-- no, this way!-- before he's finally more or less settled. He's no less sure on his feet, afterwards, but at least he seems less inclined to actually trip over himself. Tail twisting in the sand behind him, the little bronze creeps forward, head moving this way and that as he hunts through the Candidates. Not him. Not her. No. Where is his? Is he (or she? IT?) hiding? Xhaeon is still a little bit staring, after the Harper and his darkly-dangerous bronze. "Faranth," he breathes, a huff outwards through the nose; but maybe that's just because Tiz is coming closer. "I-- didn't see that coming." Nicky nods at Waki - choosing, indeed! He calls out his congratulations to C'wlin, before turning his attention back to the other hatchlings, and the candidates that are chosen. The creeping bronze and the slinking blue are both watched, in between looking to the eggs yet to crack. The You Might Vanish Away Egg cracks along the darker edges of its tendrils in long, ribbon-like wisps, but its former occupant proves to be as insubstantial-looking as her protective shell had been: all gossamer wings and hazy eyes, having a difficult time of it until a girl breathlessly breaks the line of candidates and helps the little green up. Meanwhile, the little lichen green clambers past some egg shards, poking her nose into them in a moment of brief interest; but no, that's not really what she's after. Something else. Something better. She finds it quite by accident, running straight into Sabella's knees, meeting her eyes only when she falls backwards onto the sands. Success! Wakizian's hand is extended out again, pointing towards blue then bronze, "Shells, but this is cooler than sitting in the galleries." The Smith's doofy grin continues, the pointing seeming to be a result of his keen interest embodied, and not necessarily an action he's conscious of. "Hey, look! CONGRATS, SABS!" He shouts. Alida's not surprised, apparently, but Sabella's linking to a green, the guard simply shaking her head, remaining ready, and flicking her incisive, wide gaze all around at shells shatter, dragonettes roll into the world. "Don' get *too* caught up..." are her low, intense words to Waki and Nicky, who stand just before her. The Death Before Dishonor dragonet steals up to a pair of boys, interrogating them with a series of whuffling snorts that send sand flying and their robe-hems flapping. He looks at them for an unsettling length of time, gauging by the shift in their expressions, though it can't be more than ten seconds and, with every second, that long tail becomes more and more... twitchy. Abruptly he turns and, his gaze lighting upon a pale-haired former guard, advances on her instead. Slowly. She has to know he's coming for her, and he will not be stopped until she's his. Xhaeon opens mouth. Nothing comes out. "Was-- Sabs." His voice is a little more hoarse. He hasn't seen the whole Alida thing. (Yet.) That doubtless will be MORE jaw-gapey. "I..." He shakes his head, edges a little closer to Tiziano. Tiziano is a clinger, it's true. Not that he'd ever admit it. "Right? Never would've thought that." He states in response to Xhaeon, eyes back on the sands. The blue that was lingering around seems to have found his mark. There's another bronze as well, plus who knows what else. "Hard to keep track of all this." Hands are raised and his eyes are rubbed vigorously. A line, too straight, breaks the rippled glow of Moon's Reflection Egg. Another hit, another crack running perpendicular to the first. And then, with a fierce, focused shove, a pudgy green splinters her egg's shell all around her, leaving only her glow in its place.'
Straight To The Heart GreenShadowed, droughty grasslands ripple across rounded flanks, spreading their faded hue across this green's sturdily-built back and sculpted wings. Beneath the dimpled baby fat, she's most generously called 'big-boned': there's the promise of power to come in the long line of her haunches and the curved line of her graceful neck. The brindled-sage darkens over the mask of her face, highlighting the sleekness of her muzzle and remarkably long headknobs. Lighter shades hold sway over the backs of her wings, sage washing out towards grey as if left in the sun too long-- or perpetually limned in dim, silvery light. In the galleries, Issedi, like Hana, is fixed on the sands, excitedly pointing out each impression as it happens (or more often, after it happens). "This is much more exciting than the Harper tales had it," she's saying, clapping her hands delightedly, leaning forward to watch the wandering dragonets. Devaki's watching just as closely -- gaze lingering on the holders out there more than the dragons themselves. The basic process of locomotion - one foot in front of the other, not falling down - seems to have clicked for the Alchemist's Prize Bronze, who is now managing to make his way around the sands without teetering toooooo much, this way or that. Or... it had, anyway. He trips, now, ending up with a face full of sand, and an apparent intention to never move again, once he's more or less righted himself. She been cornered, and as such, Alida finds herself staggering backwards on booted feet as the blue hatchling stares her down...advances on her purposely. The look on the guard's face is classic in its wonder, joy...and outright *fear*, her proud and strong form actually huddling in on itself some as she tries to both accept and deny Ilicath's mind touch. "I... I..." is all the blonde manages to blurt out as her form breaks out in a sudden, massive sweat. Wakizian started as caught up, not heeding Alida's words, and he ends up at totally carried away. You'd think it was him that Impressed as he stomps the sands, and spins about in a circle, crowing "Aliiiiiidaaaa!" Then laughter again, and to Nicky, then to Xhaeon, and then to Tiz, he says, "I told her so, I told her so!" Hraedhyth is smug, and perhaps at Iesaryth, as another of hers stakes a claim. Though her pale head is turned for that flash of playful rivalry, one eye is kept on what's happening. She won't intervene unless she has to. Azaylia has abandoned her lifemate, arms wrapped around Taikrin in order to hug her close. As there's a squeeze whenever something exciting happens... the brownrider should wish for a speedy hatching. Quinlys doesn't seem to be entirely sure what to think, on catching sight of Alida's Impression; certainly, those red brows quirk, as if deciding between smugness and surprise... or worse. Still, she approaches the newest pair with a skip in her step, and says, "I bet he's hungry. C'mon, let's get you both to the food, okay?" Taikrin is tought. She can take it. She certainly doesn't seem to be protesting the close (very close) contact with Azaylia. If the Weyrleader (acting) looked any more smug, she might actually catch on fire. In the galleries, Hana doesn't quite yelp, but when one of those she put money down on ends up cornered by a certain blue... "Wonderful!" The young woman doesn't quite bounce in her seat, but there is something to be said for 'one of theirs' being chosen by a dragonet. The yellowy-gold of the Dabo! Egg gleams in the dim light of the hatching cavern as it shifts suddenly, tilting slowing in the sand to rest on its side. There's a noticeable, glistening lump in the shell's surface for but a moment before it begins to vibrate, the sand beneath spraying around it. Maybe this will work... Under the gaze of so many, Imprisoned Souls Egg gives a violent shudder, rousing twisted specters to attempt escape with even more fervor than before. The time for silent torment has passed, each steady twitch on the sands bringing forth a new slew of ghastly apparitions. Freedom is not so terribly far from those insubstantial, grasping wisps. Now that things are moving along as they should be, Brieli doesn't even bother to try to pay attention to who's impressing to what; that's Iesaryth's job, and Quinlys' job besides. She's more interested, for a moment at least, in scanning the galleries to see if she can spot any notable groups up there; likewise squinting up at the ledges for dragons she recognizes. Yes, maybe waving at N'rov. She's allowed. But she comes back to the sands in time to see Alida and her lifemate, fine brows arching. As for Iesaryth, she doesn't mind comparing dragons, but it's more like moms with baby pictures and stories of brilliance than real rivalry. Ilicath doesn't need his newfound rider to speak his name: she knows it, after all. He reaches up, rubbing his muzzle against what he can find of Alida, his jaw but also the sides of his still-white teeth. The little summer-sky blue that hatches from the Bright Idea Egg doesn't seem to know which way to turn: this way, that way, back around upon himself. In his confusion, he quite shoves past a group of candidates, arcing wide towards the... galleries? It's Lady Edeline's young cousin, Ennegan, widely considered a possible heir to her Hold, who throws himself past the barriers and towards the little dragon. "Khadrenoth," he yells, utterly oblivious to the problem his Impression has just caused. "Yes, you found me. I'm your N'gan." It's the sight and sound of Quinlys - a rock right now if there ever was one - that manages to coax Alida out of her vaporlocked state, the young woman blinking owlishly as she finally nods..and walks almost wincingly alongside her precious blue...who she hasn't even touched yet. Nicky doesn't like the wuffling up his robe and jumps away, towards Waki and away from Alida... in time for him to watch her Impress! "O-oh, A-Alida?!" Is he right? Did the blue choose her? Either way, he edges away from the dragonet and former guard, towards Kaeden - and Alida confirms what he thought. "Oh, Alida! C-congratulations!" Nicky winds up between his dance partner and his best friend, looking no less worried now than he was when he first stepped onto the sands. Xhaeon bumps shoulders with Tiz. "She looks..." The green. He gestures. Vaguely. His vagueness extends towards the green, and then, ONLY then does he notice... "Alida?" There's a quiet squeal from young Lilabet when that blue starts coming for the galleries, rather as if she really expects-- but no. That dragon is not for her tender turns (thankfully), but for another: another that has more than a few raised eyebrows across the Galleries. "Wasn't that--" And, "Oh." Straight To The Heart Green wastes no time in shaking off the destroyed shards of her former home. The motion is so vigorous, in fact, that she oversets herself entirely and ends up sitting back sharply on her rounded haunches. Hm. Her neck cranes backwards nearly to the vertical, and she looks up at her dam with confusion evident in her red-white-yellow gaze. "Oh..." Brieli's just caught that impression from the galleries, and she appears to be cursing. In the galleries, "Shardin', hey!" If anyone didn't notice the dragonet stumbling up to the galleries, then they're supplied with Mave jutting a hand towards it, pointing. People beside her begin to gossip at length, but she can't be so long distracted from the actual sands, eyebrows soon lowering again. Watching, waiting, the Alchemist's Prize Bronze probes at the sand in front of him with one foot, testing his balance - and the placement of his wings - before he's willing to actually make another move. Behind him, his tail twitches, shifting this way and that, and abruptly sending him turning off into a different direction. One step, two, a third, and then? He tilts his head up, seeking out the warm brown eyes of a (now former) Smith. His. Tiziano has to squint somewhat to spy who the blue impressed. "Oh! That crazy girl, Alida, got the blue?" He looks over in that direction again, getting up on his toes to watch the pair quickly. "Good for her! Hope he keeps her from fighting. She scares me." He whispers, albeit a bit loudly, to Xhaeon. Back to the action, he notices a green hatch, plus there is still a bronze out there and who knows what else. "Confused." He responds to the burlier candidate. "She looks confused." Hraedhyth's deep hum shifts into a warm croon, wings giving a slow flap of encouragement as she gazes down at the green. Go on. In the galleries, When the dragon comes right for the galleries, there's a little squeal of alarm from Issedi, too, and Devaki's on his feet as Lady Edeline's heir is claimed. His eyes are wide, and he pushes past to the Lady's side as if to offer assistance. In the galleries, Edeline doesn't seem to know what to do, as her cousin clambers down and away. What is certainly true is that she's not happy, and though she gives Devaki a glance, just for a moment, it largely seems as though she's not interested in talking to anyone-- indeed, not interested in staying. A moment later, the whole Tillek contingent is on their way out, a quiet protest. K'zin starts bouncing in his boots, eyes jumping from egg to egg to dragonet to dragonet. Who's next? his whole face shouts even if he manages to keep silent for the moment. Then he stops bouncing and starts shaking. His hands shake, then he's grabbing at his arms, scratching and-- has he finally lost it? His bizarre dance on the Sands stops abruptly as his eyes meet Rasavyth's, and his eyes go glassy with sudden emotion. "Always." He chokes, reaching out a hand towards the bronze. The Dabo! Egg has been watched by all with bated breath, despite the fact that nearly-gold, fool's gold isn't really gold... and as it bulges impatiently and finally cracks, there's a squeal of dismay near echoed by the creel of hunger from the definitely-not-gold hatchling that tumbles forth, attempting to do so with dignity.
Empires And Excess BrownDeepest mahogany ripples over the hide of this powerful brown dragonet, the mottled twists and turns of muddy clay layered with darker shades, creating a random undulating pattern that covers him from blunt nose to over-long tail. Each ridge and headknob is finely sculpted with a hint of upturned whimsy, while his limbs are contrastingly short, solid and ready for action, and his wide wingspan's sails are improbably touched with a deep red glow-- a ruby half-buried in the loamy earth. Bright-eyed, observant and discerning, his heritage is obvious in both the confidence inherent in his bearing and the sinewy muscle that will soon pack his stocky frame. Kaeden really has no idea who he is or isn't standing next to at this point. Now and then he'll tilt his head after a shout from the galleries, but mostly his dark eyes have remained on those eggs as they break, the dragonets as they come forth, and the weyrlings as they depart. Xhaeon nods after Tiziano. "She -is- crazy, too," he announces to his NEW BFF OMFG, okay maybe not, but he's close and he isn't... "Waki?" There's a little bit of dismay, there, eyebrows lifted high, staring. "/Waki/?" Rasavyth nudges his head towards K'zin's hand, for a moment perfectly content to simply enjoy the sensation of touch. But. Food? In the galleries, Hana totally misses the second of her favored bets getting chosen, as Devaki breaks for the Tillek group - instead moving to keep near Issedi as the dragon comes and goes - with said heir. There's a shake of the head, and a mouthed unfortunate word or two, but for now she stays with her lady. It's another three eggs that shudder and crack open in quick succession, on different parts of the sands - the Kal-El's Heel, Better Living Through Pharmacology, and The Void Looks Into You Eggs issuing forth two blues and one green. One of the blues, with a sly cast to his features and an intelligent light in whirling eyes, is quick to pick out dark-haired, quick-witted Sybile, whose grin is just this side of crafty despite her obvious joy. The others follow after. Quinlys's smirk, this time, may as well go on forever. "Waki," she says, cheering, so obvious, as she returns. "Come on, let's get him to food, mm? I knew you were good luck." Nicky blinks. That bronze. Coming close... coming to Waki. "W-Waki...? Waki!" From confusion to excitement to cluelessness now that his best bud's gone, Nicky edges closer to Kaeden, looking at his dance partner with watery grin. Tiziano is suddenly searching all around, "Hey, where did that bron--oh!" Dun. Dun. Dun. Another one bites the dust! "Waki! Whoa!" It's crazy-town down here. Not really winning on the dignity score, Empires and Excess Brown does his level best to arrange himself in the shards of his shiny egg before moving forth into the world. It just wouldn't do for his first presentation to be less than regal. Sadly, he doesn't count on the the sand that covers wet hide as he starts out toward the candidates. Get it off! K'zin's eyes go wide, like he's forgotten something as his hand contacts Rasavyth with his hand. "Right! Food!" To Nicky, and Xhaeon standing nearest him, he says with an even bigger grin before, "He needs food." And then he's leading the way after Quinlys, looking like he's about to burst. K'zin heads to Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr. In the galleries, It seems that Devaki has to be content for that pace or two that brings him in line with Edeline, to murmur, "You have my support, Lady Edeline," for whatever she decides to do as a result of this, presumably, and it's only after the rest of the Tillek continent has departed that Devaki takes his seat, head bent to talk to Braeden. Issedi, meanwhile, reaches for Hana's hand. "I can't even imagine... if that were Vinien..." her sympathetic gaze follows Lady Edeline. Xhaeon eyes. "He looks almost as dangerous as the first one." Almost. C'wlin's bronze, now; the Smith shifts awkwardly, foot to foot, stares after K'zin and leans a bit towards Nicky, a silent opportunity for a united front. Tiny shards begin to fall from the Fegg to the sands, littering the golden backdrop with iron and amber and red. Abruptly, a sharp talon pushes through, snicker-snack, and with this opening in place, the rest follows easily: limbs and body and birch-brown tail. He takes his time, hunting through the sands, but finally finds himself a skinny boy from High Reaches' lower caverns. "Adrovanth!" he says, all delight. Straight To The Heart Green seems to gather herself together, though her motions remain uncertain, tentative. She extends one foot, then the next, then lashes her tail carefully as she tests out her body. When she picks up first a slow, swaying walk and then a halting trot, she seems to be more interested in getting the feel for how things move than in actually inspecting the candidates brought here for her pleassure. Kaeden wipes sweat from his face, then inelegantly wipes that hand on his robe, shuffling again as the candidate group continues to grow smaller. "They're, uh... they're not exactly... dignified, are they," he comments in a low voice to whichever members of the remaining group is nearby. Tiziano is nodding in agreement with Xhaeon. "Looks like 'Reaches makes their bronzes kinda... dangerous." The green gains his attention a moment, the candidate shaking his head somewhat at her movements. "No, totally ain't." He turns towards Kaeden, all the while making a 'come hither' sign at Nicky. Join the fray! Xhaeon snorts, briefly, amusement. "They /aren't/ dignified," he confirms to Kaeden. The lull -- or maybe he's just getting used to the crazy pace? -- seems to bring a level of relaxation that was otherwise missing. To Tiz: "Well, yeah, but then there's Cadejoth." Then again... a great dane-ish puppy? Maybe CAN wreak havoc. Suddenly very sure of herself, Straight To The Heart Green twists sharply about. There's no hesitation in her baby-graceful trot, and her gaze has fixed firmly on one boy in particular. For all her assurance, though, she is still fresh from the shell: her lashing tail is suddenly in the way, and she very narrowly avoids tumbling end-over-end. Instead, she ends up in an adoring-but-ungraceful little heap right at Nicky's feet. Salvation is ultimately reached as Imprisoned Souls Egg shatters at the efforts of one particularly persistent spirit. Murky phantoms fall in fragments atop the sands as the determined hatchling bursts through the gray veil. His triumphant bugle is short-lived as he draws his gooey self up... and stubbornly plants himself among the remains of his once-prison. There, he is able to survey this new realm with red, hungry eyes.
Guardian Of The Forge BronzeSurely wrought with strength in mind, the bright bronze's visible imperfections must have been hammered and polished into this semblance of youthful majesty. His stalwart physique is balanced, broad-shouldered without being stocky or overlong, while his hide's lustrous shine alludes to gold. Burnt copper smudges not only the handsome brow that guards a frequently-intense gaze, but also his tall headknobs; it's burnished into cleaner, sharper cuts over the lighter hue of his muzzle, legs and tail. As for his wings, journeys through the air must be made glorious by those iridescent sails, bridging between the impressive span of each dark, formidable spar. Though Brieli has gone back to watching the dragons hatch and pair off with their lifemates, the impression of the young man from the galleries has dimmed her mood slightly, and made nerves a bit more obvious as she bites at her thumbnail. Iesaryth is unaffected, pleased by this latest dragonet, rumbling to the bronze with a happy tone. Kaeden lets out a sudden, short laugh and nudges Tiziano and Xhaeon toward the green-touched candidate. "So called that," he tells them in an undertone before calling over, "Way to go, Nick-Y!" Xhaeon should have had a V8. "But really, breakfast would have been a goo...." d idea? There's a GREEN careening at-- oh, whew, at Nicky. He edges a little over towards Tiz. A little more. His eyes are on his fellow candidate-- er, erstwhile fellow candidate. The bugle is the first noise to catch his attention amongst all of this mess, grey eyes shifting as fast as his face pivots towards the sound, in time to catch the latest spill upon the Sands. Guardian Of The Forge Bronze doesn't keep still while he scans his surroundings. There are several tries at keeping his damp wings up and off of the hot sand, each attempt more difficult to watch than the last. Underdeveloped muscles can't manage for longer than a few seconds, wrinkled sails isibly trembling at the effort. When a nearby candidate makes a sudden move his attention shifts, wings forgotten as he stares with rapidly whorling eyes. N'ky was halfway to edging over towards Tiziano, when there's a green dragonet tumbling over at his feet. His initial reaction is to stand stock still, wide-eyed in surprise, and then... "O-oh... C-Cai... C-Cai-what?!" The candidate - no, weyrling! - blinks down at the chubby green, sinking to his knees, capturing her head in his hands and staring at her in surprise. Quinlys couldn't be much more smug at this point, surely. Or more pleased. Yes, the sands are hot, and yes, she's sweating (glowing!), and it's early, so very early, but... It's a hatching! Luckily, she's right on time, back on the sands, to come up towards Nicky, give him an appraising glance and then say, brightly: "Isn't she lovely! You... really shouldn't just sit there like that, though. I bet she's hungry. Want to come with me?" Perhaps it's the metallic chill of The Hotter it Gets Egg that has it taking so long to even shudder, but when it does begin to make its move, the hatching is almost instantaneous, revealing steely blue dragon beneath steely blue shell. Slow to move and slower to choose, he eventually meanders up to a girl from Nabol way who's so far been stunned by the speed and confusion of her first hatching. Until: "Erdiath! Of course I'm paying attention..." Empires And Excess Brown has paused in his progress to try and kick one back leg repeatedly like the grit and egg goo will somehow flick off already. It's really irritating him! But not enough to stop him for long; there's people watching, and something to be done before dinner, after all. While he's not one of those dragons to go barrelling at the candidates full-tilt, he doesn't meander either - now he means business. In the galleries, Hana squeeses Issedi's hand, and shakes her head, "I can't even think that many turns ahead, can you? He's always going to be the tiny terror that he is right now," she teases the woman, eyes on the Sands below. When the little green tumbles to Nicky's feet, there's a crow as the third of her favored bets ends up changing his life. Rich, she'll not be getting, but it looks like lucky support was lucky! Tiziano starts doing some foot-shifting. He's getting anxious out here on them thar sands. "Oh, that green got mov--oh hey!" It's a clap of the hands for Nicky -- N'ky -- as the lad impresses. "Shoooooot. Green. I feel for him." Like whoa. "Congrats, dude!" Two thumbs up! In a flurry of eggshells, the Now You Don't and Love Is Like Oxygen Eggs collapse upon themselves, issuing a green and a blue onto the sands. Neither seems especially picky: they both pick local Candidates as their partners in quick order, and are moved steadily off the sands. Cailluneth looks adoringly up at her N'ky, then butts her head ever so gently against his knee. She straightens herself carefully back up onto her feet and lets out a husky, experimental creel. Xhaeon can't help but laugh at N'ky and his stutter -- even now. "Oh, Faranth." He keeps track of that brown - and focuses a look of a little concern onto the last-hatched. And then there were three. He squints to Kaeden, over to Tiz, and clenches his jaw again. What's that behind him? Guardian Of The Forge Bronze tilts his head back, threatening what little balance he has in order to do so. He looks up and up... and up at the looming figures above, giving a fearless /huff/ at both browns and golds. Once that's done, he's back to watching his clutchsiblings as they find their lifemates. Bright bronze hide begins to twitch, hunger and anxiety starting to break through his stubborn resolve. Iesaryth is trying so hard, so so hard not to nudge the bronze who's huffed up at her out of his shell. She'd really like to. But she settles for another little rumble. C'mon. Get moving. Time to go. Being appropriately regal (if not refined) is difficult when covered in gritty sand, but Empires and Excess Brown attempts to wear the dirt like a mantle of velvet while reviewing the assortment of candidates laid out for him. Apparently, he has some idea of what he's looking for, his orange-tinged gaze quick to meet that of an observant dark-haired dockhand from the Hold. N'ky tears his eyes reluctantly away from his Cailluneth when Quinlys calls him, nodding to her before looking back at his new lifemate. "Y-yes... um... f-food. Food! We need to go..." He looks up to Quinlys again, then gets to his feet. "... th-that way." The butt to his knee nearly knocks him back down - but he catches himself, and leads the way off the Sands. "Th-this way, C-Cailluneth." Even the most dutiful of sentinels can grow weary, especially when they're only several minutes old. Drying egg slime and hunger prove to be too much as the Guardian of the Forge Bronze lurches to his feet, beginning to stomp over shell fragments and golden sand, his head held high and sweeping from side to side. Too bad he's so busy watching that he doesn't look at where he's going... until his headknobs knock solidly into a tall man's gut. Rather than pull back, he drags his jaw up and against the white fabric, searching gaze suddenly locked onto the tall once-journeyman. The complex patterns of the Plumbing Puzzle Egg seem to twist and turn in on themselves until the series of cracks has the shell fall into nothingness, expelling the rusty brown within. He finds his match in a rough-looking boy from Crom. Aren't there an awful lot of Candidates from there this time around? Still, it's too late to wonder about that: that brown is the last of them, and as he is led off, the sands are suddenly overwhelming quiet. Xhaeon wasn't EXPECTING Kaeden to abandon him. Though at this point, he should have expected it. He turns to Tiz, his expression wry. "I should have seen that one com--" OOF. THUD. The wind is knocked out of Xhaeon, and his expression only grows more comically alarmed, muscles spasming in his face as if he suddenly heard something-- "AHGH," is the first thing N'hax has to say; so dignified. "N..." His knees are dropped upon as strength leaves, a marveling expression suddenly visible. "Never, Jhorinth." His voice is almost too low to be heard, bewildered and lost and found all at the same time. Tiziano gives himself a good fanning of the face with his hand. Sure, it may look girlie, but he's too hot to care at the moment. He's about to say something totally witty and awesome to the two others in the trio, but then there's this brown and bronze all up in their biz-nass and Tiziano is stepping back once mor. "Oh, oh, dudes! Both of ya!" Kaeden is apparently starting to get that itchy feeling as they continue to stand for the eggs, the heat from the sand making sweat appear... oh, pretty much everywhere now. Then the itching takes on a different feel as he starts brushing at one leg before his hands freeze. He straightens. "Been here the whole time," he informs the brown before a delighted, beaming, glowing sort of smile just about splits his face. "Nice to meet you, though I don't know a D'kan. But yeah, just a sec." Kaed, or D'kan now, looks over toward the others to inform them of something, but then he's distracted, having just caught Xhaeon's new turn. "What was your name again?" D'kan asks of Kazavoth as they turn toward Quinlys. As one of her assistants heads towards that last brown and his boy from Crom, Quinlys has two charges in mind: she draws up somewhere between N'hax and D'kan, glancing at one, and then the other. Calmly (and ok, smugly), "Want to come with me, then? Whoever you are now. There's food waiting, I promise." Jhorinth continues to stare up at N'hax through his panic, low growl meant to be comforting. With his lifemate so low he is able to give him a firm push with his brow, unblinking gaze suddenly all too close. It turns away eventually, shifting from Quinlys to the way off the sands, and then back to N'hax. Another impatient nudge. Kazavoth snorts at his lifemate not knowing his name, or the name he's been so magnanimously gifted, but will follow him to Quinlys even so. N'hax coughs. Some things never change. He lays a single hand against Jhorinth's neck, something incredibly possessive about the callouses pressed feather-light against his lifemate's neck. "I'm up, I'm up," he replies, something rather rapidly turning into -shock- showing on his face as he stumbles to his feet and stumbles after Kaeden... er... D'kan. As the last of the new weyrling pairs clear off the sands Iesaryth couldn't be happier, clearing out of there in a flash. Brieli comes toward the candidates still left, her gaze touched with sympathy, expression neutral, even for the one she herself searched - though she'll glance Azaylia's way briefly before beginning: "I know what this is like, that it's disappointing, and I am sorry for that. But we appreciate that you took the chance of standing here, and you are more than welcome to stay if you so choose. But now, please join us for the party, and decide what you want to do after that, and a good night's rest." The goldrider flickers a look to Hraedhyth's rider, to see if she has anything to add. She's probably better at this after all. In the galleries, Madilla seems relatively pleased, at the end of that hatching, though she's still seeking something-- someone?-- out on the sands. Lilabet, however, has descended into a wistful sulk, something that makes the dark-haired woman smile. "Give it a few turns, Lily," she says, pulling Dilan towards her hip again. "You'll have your turn, if that's what you want, I'm sure." Hraedhyth has slowly begun to relax as the numbers of hatchlings dwindle, clubs sheathed as she lowers her head to nose at a nearby shell. Sand is sent up as she lets out a gusty WHUFF, faceted gaze dancing with bright blue. Azaylia releases Taikrin, but only long enough to wipe at damp cheeks, smiling at those who remain. "Just because your lifemate wasn't on the sands now, doesn't say anything about what... who you might find next time." Sniff. Give her a moment. Brieli is given a smile, nodding as there's little else for her to add. "Thank you so much for Standing." Alright, one more thing. There is a moment of unknowing. Not sure what exactly to do, Tiziano just stands there a moment. All his bros are gone, so his usual follower-mode can't quite kick in. Though with Brieli's speech, he's nodding and turning, then walking off the sands. Exit, stage left! With a brief, grateful smile for the other goldrider, Brieli nods briskly once Azaylia's done. "To the living cavern, then," she says generally, and heads off with a gesture for any of the remaining candidates, still looking a bit... anxious. But that could be attributed to an unfortunate impression or two, right? |
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