Logs:Niyath and Soldreth's Second Clutch Hatches
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| RL Date: 20 April, 2007 |
| Who: Alakent, Anabelle, Caeleb, Conroy, Illya, Kairee, Leah, Lujayn, M'yr, P'draig, Quintar, S'kris, Valeryce, Zahava, Zilya |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Eggs hatch! Lifemates are found! |
| Where: Hatching Ground Sands, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day , Month , Turn (Pass 10) |
| OOC Notes: Log from PernMUSH. |
| Fort dragons sense that Soldreth's excited mindvoice travels far across Fortian soil. « They come! They are ready! Soon there will be more young dragons at our weyr! » Inneth bespoke Fort dragons with « The hatchlings come! More dragons to fight Thread! Let us welcome them! » M'yr strides quickly out onto the sand with Jenna near his side. Both seem a bit stressed but dual smiles linger. "I guess it's time!" he calls out, stopping by a very anxious Soldreth. "And Niyath is ready for this too!" Jenna replies with a wide grin. P'draig arrives on the Sands not long after the Weyrleaders and moves well out of the way, off to one side, leaning against a convenient patch of wall. Waiting. He watches the Candidates arrive, a brooding look on his face. Perfect Little Egg shivers in it's mound of sand ever so slightly. It isn't so much that the egg can be seen to move, but the sand piled about it comes cascading down. Circle of Flame Egg rocks back and forth a few times, edging forward a bit before stopping and resting. Leah follows the Candidates out, joining the other honored riders who are invited to assist on the Sands. She decisively moves over next to M'yr and grins at him. Army Green Egg jerks to one side a little. The candidates file out on the sands in a relatively orderly fashion, some straggling, some clumped and many of them holding the hands of those on either side of them. They form the traditional semicircle (albeit without military precision), then glance between themselves before bending into their bow towards sire and dam, the motion rippling along the line like some sort of haphazard wave. Blood Splatter Egg shivers a little in place, just the merest tremble to show signs of life. S'kris leads the candidates onto the sands, then, with a slight nod to P'draig, heads off to make sure things are prepared and ready for the soon-to-be weyrlings. Ball of Yellow Feathers Egg shakes ever so slightly, falling silent once again after a few grains of sand have made their way home. Illya rocks in place -- hands clasping in front, then behind, then in front again. Eyes remain rivetted on the yellow egg - /Her/ egg - and as it moves she grins slightly, casting a glance along the line towards Conroy. Alakent starts to fan out after he bows to the sire and dam, still fiddling nervously with his robe, "Sharding thing." He grumbles again, now pushing his hair out of his face. He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself before resuming himself to staring at the eggs, waiting. Valeryce walks onto the sands from the Bowl entrance. Caeleb's fingers tighten on Kairee's. His gaze is drawn this way and that, over th e trembling eggs. He himself is trembling with excitement - or is that just the heat of the sands? Explosive Event Egg rocks in place a little, shifting some sand in it's movement. Anabelle, still next to Conroy, wipes her shaking and already damp hand on her robe and holds it out to him, smiling sidelong. "They look... a lot bigger down here." Zilya takes a deep breath, his hands holding Zahava's on one side, Valeryce's on the other. His eyes zoom to look at the eggs that are begining to shudder. "Shells... it's really happening!" he mutters to them Conroy squeezes Anabelle's hand. "They're huge." he nods, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Quintar walks out and takes his bow with the others, moving on though to thier starting places he sticks by Kairee's other side. "Oh I hope this all goes well." He murmurs softly. Lujayn's slight grin becomes more of a tense smile - then finally fades, a quiet expression coming onto her round face as she watches the eggs. She glances down the line at the other candidates, but remains silent. Kairee stands clasping quite hard onto Quintar and Caeleb's hands while biting her lower lip. She looks widely around, unable to keep her knees from shaking and painfully aware of it. "Ahhh" she exclaims quietly to herself when she realizes she has just unintentionally drew blood from her lower lip. Ball of Yellow Feathers Egg shifts ever so slightly to the left, then again falls silent. Perfect Little Egg shudders again and this time much more sand falls away from one side of the egg, causing it to tilt to the side. As it does this all shuddering stills until the egg settles, on it's side, in the sand. Blood Splatter Egg gives a sudden leaping shake and rattles in place, disturbing the sand and sending grains tumbling left and right. Rocking back and forth, back and forth, the I Can Kill You With My Mind Egg take an abbreviated pause, as if holding it's breath and waiting for something. Suddenly, it begins to spin about and hop around, flinging sand over the other nearby eggs. Large chunks of something begin to join the flung Sand as a quiet cracking sound is joined by a *thunk* here and there, the shards of shell beginning to fall away. Before long a red-eyed, angry-looking lanky green is revealed. Not taking even a moments hesitation, she makes a direct line right down the center of the Sands to a tall, handsome, dark-haired former Healer apprentice, Symon, who just nods at her knowingly. "Riveth," Says S'mon matter-of-factly. Impression is made. Valeryce nods distractedly to Zilya, the tall man loking a little dazed, still, his hands already damp with sweat as they gently squeeze Zahava's and Zil's. Not a word from him. Alakent starts to shift more on the sand, edging a bit towards Zil, Val, and Zahava, not really wanting to be by himself. "I can't believe they're hatching all ready." He tells the others, chewing on his bottom lip. Oh, and then, all too suddenly, there's an impression. "Who was that?" Twisting and rocking, the Explosive Event Egg rolls out of its nestled cubby and wobbles a little. It's not but a moment before a fissure opens, and a claw is seen exacting its freedom. Rather than the shell breaking entirely, and sending bits everywhere, a good half of the shell remains intact contrary to the overall explosion of color on the egg. A Harmony in Chaos Green Dragonet liberates herself by sliding out with a piece of her shell irritatingly affixed to her backside. Harmony in Chaos Green DragonetThough many greens are a mottled mix this one is near perfection in her shading and coloring. Her wingspars and ridges are a dark forest green lightening in even gradients along her sides and haunches to pale seafoam along her underside. Delicate talons are pale crystalline, sinking into nearly white footbeds that only show a pale echo of seafoam. Polished wingsails are translucent and also have an even shift in tone, darker at the top and fading to nearly clear at the bottom. However, when this young dragon turns her head to the left, that side is marked on the upper part of her jaw with a splotch of muddy algae midway between her jeweled eye and her nose tip that no amount of scrubbing is going to be able to get rid of. Many would consider that a blemish on an otherwise perfect green, but somehow it doesn't take much away from her charm. Caeleb breathes out a held breath when that first impression is made, but then he's holding it again as another dragonet makes it's presence known upon the sands. Feet shuffling he watches intently Army Green Egg shudders and shivers in place. Illya glances over as the first eggs begin to crack. Green is followed by another green and both disregarded quickly, though she does manage the smallest of all bursts of applause for Symon. Conroy watches the new green arrival with interest. Such beauty and yet will grow to... Kairee is now breathing quite heavily, a red dot of blood now settled on her lower lip that she is neglecting to lick away. Anabelle's eyes are wide as she looks around, trying to take it all in. "Oh - look! He -" But then there's a green, so that first comment is forgotten in favor of, "Oh, and she... wow." Alakent chews on his lip as another egg suddenly hatches, "That's a pretty color." Al notes, lifting up a finger to point at the green. "It's happening so fast." Lujayn gasps, hands flying to her mouth as an egg bursts open. Suddenly a dragonet! She lowers her fists with every ounce of control she has, both of them shaking at her sides. An Impression over there, too. Eyes flick all over the sands - Where's she supposed to look? Perfect Little Egg waits a few minutes before really beginning to shake again. As it does so the egg extricates itself from it's mound and rolls down the very small hill of sand. It comes to stop quickly and near to a group of candidates. Harmony in Chaos Green Dragonet trundles around the area her egg is left, her slender neck attempting to reach for that piece of shell affixed to a spot she just can't seem to reach. Shuffling a few feet towards the row of candidates, she looks like she's having trouble keeping her feet in her effort to remove the shell. Ball of Yellow Feathers Egg rolls a little more to the left, tediously balanced now at the edge of a nice, rolling slope of Sand. Zahava breathes deeply, staring at the chaos of the sands. "Oh," she breathes out, biting her lower lip. She doesn't shift from foot to foot, too focused to notice things like heat, despite the faint sheen on her forehead. Zilya hardly has time to take another breath when there are two dragons already on the sands. "Shells." he mutters again. His eyes follow the stumbling green. As with Zahava he seems unphased at the moment by the heat. Alakent continues to shift from side to side, taking a hesitant step backwards. His head cants this way and that, trying to catch everything he can. Soon he stops, holding his head. "Ug, it's too much to watch!" Valeryce is like a piece of wood, he's so tense, still watching that little green, his fingers rhythmically squeezing both Za's and Zil's hands. His features are smooth, but those green eyes. Illya watches and waits, eyes still trained on the yellow egg. An occasional glance is given to her fellow candidates, but on the whole she seems to have isolated herself from them all. Caeleb's free hand clutches in his robe. He can't stand the tension of waiting for that green to decide. That and all the other eggs just aching to break and reveal their contents. His eyes glitter with excitment. Circle of Flame Egg quivers again, jerking forward once before ceasing for a rest. Quintar watches as the first couple of eggs hatch greens, his eyes scannign quickly over the dragonets, watching one impress almost staright away to Symon and the other wandering. A light squeeze of the hand is given to Kairee, betraying his nervousness. Perfect Little Egg rolls left and then right upon the sands and, perhaps, very fine lines can be seen to form. Nothing for sure yet. As it roll sit edges ever closer towards the group of candidates, a boy holding two girls hands. It might just roll over their feet with the momentum it's building. Zilya turns to watch the rolling egg, intrigued as well as amused by its antics. Lujayn raises one hand to wipe at sweat on her brow, taking deep breaths. One foot twitches in protest against the hot, hot sands, and the girl takes a few quick steps to avoid the rolling Perfect Little Egg - just in case! With her forhead covered in beads of sweat, Kairee looks rather uncomfortable. She licks her lower lip, as her eyes dart around the sands. Holding tightly onto Quintar's hand, she begins to notice her sweaty palms as she shifts her weight nervously. Army Green Egg gives a gentle shudder, the warm sand shifting about it. Lost Hatch-ing Egg wobbles slightly, only the beginnings of activity from this ovid. Another shudder, then all is silent. Anabelle lifts one foot, then the other, to shake sand away from her feet. "Hot," she remarks, stating the obvious, craning her neck to see what else is happening. To Conroy, a sudden question: "Hey - d'you have a favorite?" Conroy watches the rolling egg and the indecisive green at the same time. The question comes from nowhere, causing him to look at her in confusion for a second. Then he shakes his head. Blood Splatter Egg convulses suddenly, going all sorts of lopsided, then rocking back and forth wildly as the occupant seems to thrash inside of it. The purpose is clear: Get. Me. Out. Harmony in Chaos Green Dragonet wriggles her way over towards the candidates, the piece of shell still clinging to her hide. She pays a little attention to the candidates closest to her, but only for a mere moment. It's about then that the piece of shell drops off at the foot of a girl she walks away from. The Instant Improvisation Egg falls over on it's side and just lays there. Then it rolls down out of the mound and onto the flatter area of the Sands, a bit closer to the Candidates. It shakes a bit more, wiggling it's way towards the white-clad group as a tap-tap-tapping can be heard. Tap. Tap-tap-tap-wiggle. Before the Candidates really can adjust to this, the egg begins rolling again. Roll, wiggle, roll, wiggle, tap-tap-tap... right into a group of four girls. The tapping becomes more urgent and a crack forms around the circumference, the shell bursting quickly in two, revealing a brilliant little blue dragonet. He looks directly up into the eyes of a cheerful, brown-eyed girl named Vivy who laughs with delight as she addresses him by name, "Gibryth!" Alakent shifts this way and that, still holding his head a bit. Finally, he lets his arms fall to the sides, giving a quiet sigh, this isn't all that bad, right? "It's all happening so fast." Too fast for him to keep track of, really. And then another candidate impresses. He tries to give a little wave her way. SNAP! The Blood Spatter Egg splits neatly and rapidly in two and a Cool and Confident Bronze Hatchling steps away from the two halves of the shell without a backward glance. He is focused and intent on the ring of Candidates, eyes glancing over them with a majestic sweep of his neck. Cool and Confident Bronze HatchlingParticularly lustrous hide characterizes this long, well-proportioned bronze. Even in tone, his color has the rich, tawny depths of a feline's mane, but there's no mistaking the metallic gleam that eases over every smooth curve. A powerful barrel chest supports slightly outsized wings, thin sails darkening into a more traditional bronze patina. A broad forehead and intelligent eyes, set at just the right angle in his skull along with a narrow, aristocratic muzzle complete the image of a handsome, authoritative male. He carries himself with a regal awareness of his stature and status, graceful and deliberate, showing the magnificence of his solid physique to good advantage. From the galleries, Caitlyn claps loudly for the Impression of the girl to the blue, smiling widely, likely thinking of her own Kintryth. Zahava steps back, dropping both hands she's holding for a moment to scrub her palms across the cloth of her robe, her eyes moving to the rolling egg, watching it carefully, eyes darting as she tries to keep an eye out for everything that might be coming her way. The sands we are still on the sands, right? Somehow, the heat doesn't seem quite as hot anymore. The small green at your feet may not be the gold you were hoping for - however, there is no doubt that /this/ is the perfect fit. Like the final piece of a puzzle that just *snaps* into place and takes your breath away in the process, Azath's jeweled eyes meeting yours is like glimpsing into a brilliant world that was before unable to be touched. « Illllllya! Why didn't you -help- me get that piece of shell off? » The green accuses with a sickeningly sweet tone, before she soothes the accusation with a warm wave of love... and hunger. « I'll forgive you, I am Azath. However, you must find me food. » Not gold, but sweetly, beautifully green. And yours now and forever. From the galleries, Kailai cheers at the blue impression, and then at the Harmony in Chaos Green as she appearantly finds who she's looking for. "Yay! Go go go!!!" SHe cheers to the green and the bronze. Army Green Egg stops moving. Perhaps it's resting? Conroy cheers for Vivy! Quintar keeps a tight hold on Kairee's hand, he doesn't seem to care about the sweaty palms, it's hot out here and well nerves accounts for a fair amount as well. "You doing okay there?" He asks her quietly. Valeryce gives a slightly staggered grin to Vivy, letting that be his oddly quiet congratulations to his fellow Candidate. Squeeze-squeeze go those sweaty hands of his. Illya takes a step back, then another. Her head aches seuddenly, and it's all going wrong. Hands make frantic shooing motions at the green that heads towards her. "No. Go Away! Azath you're going to ruin everything!" Alakent blinks as he turns towards Illya, quirking a brow, "Shards, she actually impressed." He murmers, scratching at the side of his head absently. "Congratulations, Illya!" Caeleb offers soft cheers to the candidates who are impressing. For himself his attention is drawn this way and that, so much happening all at once. He gives Kairee another quick squeeze on the hand. "O-ours will b-be out there," he tells her. From the galleries, Kailai rolls her eyes. "What's wrong with a green?" She asks as she spots Illya's reaction. "She got a dragon and she's complaining?" Kailai rolls her eyes. Lujayn keeps moving, shifting slightly to one side. "Alakent." She breathes in relief, finally having found someone familiar. "Is that...Illya? Illya!" Her nerves finally spill over in a laugh, congratulating the girl with the perfect little green. Conroy blinks and looks around. For the first time his eyes light on Illya and he smiles. he looks back out at the slowly growing sea of shells and the rather confident looking bronze. Motion from the Army Green egg gets his attention next. Cool and Confident Bronze Hatchling streeetches out his wings slowly, extending them to their full width and looks this way, then that, with cool deliberation. Aha. So this is what comes next. Very well. He keeps on walking across the Sands, utterly ignoring all of the other Hatchlings. The Candidates. That's who he's after. He doesn't even bother with any of the girls. They are not for him. Boy one, no. Not right. Boy two. Likewise. And on he goes. Zilya glances over at Illya and just starts laughing. "Oh now /that/ is rich!" he says to his friends, some of his tension easing. Valeryce blinks over to Illya nearby, his smile becoming a rich, wide smirk, the young man finally finding his voice in the other girl's consternation. "Mmf, way to go, Illya!" he chortles, and then he sees the bronze hatchling, eyes all for it. P'draig finds a path through the chaos and taps Illya on the shoulder. "C'mon you two, right this way." Kairee continues her labored breathing, but manages to smile as she hears both Quintar and Caeleb's encouragement. "I'll be alright..." Her eyes turn to Illya, observing her strange reaction. Perfect Little Egg has gone still, but quivers every now and again. Illya blinks at P'draig. "But... but..." Another long glance is given to the yellow egg before she gives in and is hurried off. Ball of Yellow Feathers Egg shakeshakeshakes, hops, topples down the mound and... nothing. Alakent quirks a brow, shaking his head slowly, "She's always been a little wierd..." He murmers, grinning. "Well, least maybe she might get better." Zilya's eyes go to the bronze walking across the sands and gives Valeryce's hand a squeeze and a grin. "A bronze." he whispers to his friend with an inside joke of a look. Circle of Flame Egg manages to roll over once, but has to stop when it bumps into another egg. Whoops, can't go this way. Anabelle wipes her free hand on her robe yet again, her fingers twitching as she watches. "It'd be so great to be able to draw - oh! Did she..." She offers her own congratulations to Illya as the other girl and her newfound mate are escorted away. "Wow, huh." Caeleb chuckles at ILlya's reaction, but not for long. There's that bronze checking out the candidates and he's worth watching too. Conroy gives Anabelle as smile, he rubs his sweaty palms on his robe, getting a bit nervous now. "They're all over." he observes. From the galleries, Caitlyn looks out over the Sands, straining to find one particular face. And when she finally does, the woman calls out raucously, "Go Zah!" Army Green Egg continues to not move. It's not even quivering like the Perfect Little Egg. P'draig escorts Illya off to the side, murmuring a few quiet words of congratulation in her ear, before returning to catch the next Impressing pair and guiding them over to where K'len and S'kris await with food and oil. Lujayn agrees with Alakent, solemn once more. "She'll be fine." Eggs rocking and dragonets stumbling... her eyes follow the bronze for a time, drinking in every detail. Lost Hatch-ing Egg comes to life, swaying this way then the other, finally activating so much it's in a wild twirl. Floop! Down it goes on its side, content to say right there. For now. Alakent grins at Lujayn, "I bet that dragon will help sort her out, too." He grins at the other candidate, pausing to eye the bronze now. "He seems awefully picky, doesn't he?" Perfect Little Egg twitches. Then it twitches again. There is a cracking sound and then it is absolutely still. Cool and Confident Bronze Hatchling continues his direct path across the Sands, passing a huddled knot of girls and honing in on a small group composed of two young men and a young woman. This is where he needs to be, yes, yes, this is it. His head lifts regally and his gaze narrows in on the two, tail flicking back and forth just a little bit, impatient. Valeryce almost, nearly giggles at Zilya, nodding to his towering, beefy friend. "Mm, he could just as easily be yours. Or none of ours." Kairee cannot help but muse quietly to Quintar. "That girl is so strange." she whispers, still appearing to be somewhat dazed. She jerks in the direction of Perfect Little Egg as the sound of it cracking reaches her. Zahava glances between Zilya and Valeryce, then turns back to the sands, watching that bronze with wide eyes as it picks its way along, her lower lip still caught between her teeth. Zilya swallows as the bronze hones in on his little group, involuntarily taking a step back, in case the 'none of ours' is true. He gives a squeeze to Za and Val's hands. After giving every Candidate a brief once over, the Cool and Confident Bronze Hatchling makes a decision and looking neither left, or right, walks with deliberate majesty over to a very tall, blond young man built like a stone wall and looks directly up into his gray eyes. Quintar lets a nervous chuckle escape his lips as he replies to Kairee. "There's no accounting for taste, but the dragon obviously sees something in her." Impatience seems to take over as this egg shakes, shudders, and finally bursts in an explosion of chips and fragments. There on the Sands is left a wet dragonet... or is it? Looks like a pile of muddy goo... wait. No, it moved. Shaking off the extra egg goo, it starts with the nose and shakeshakeshakes all the way down to the tip of the tail. Yep, there's a Muddy Oil Slick Brown there after all. Muddy Oil Slick Brown DragonetThis brown's color is almost unnerving. His hide is not a nice hue at all. At first glance muddy, slick-looking, and glisteningly greasy, as if smeared with the slop and glop of the porcine pens. Dull at a distance, the 'oil' is actually a trick of the light, catching imperfections in his hide that appear as filmy, iridescent swirls. The swirls fade in and out over his body, most prominent around his left eye, across his thick chest and shoulders, and a large one on his right haunch. Under the shimmers, his hide is a creamy mid-range plain tawny brown. His form is smaller than other browns with a roundish belly, shorter tail and stubby legs. Handsome does not spring to mind at first. But take the time to get close and see, he's handsome, but only he knows it! Caeleb is distracted as yet another dragonet hatches! He ohhs softly at the muddy colour of the brown. "L-look at h-him!" While other eggs pop all around him, the Fantastic Voyages Egg sits unmoving, warm and safe in it's own little mound on the Sands. Only when a few grains of sand fall away from it's surface is any hint that there is a living creature in this egg revealed. While attention is on the activity all around, this egg quietly exposes itself with tiny shakes and shivers. It takes a good long while, but the shell becomes exposed only to find that hairline fractures are covering the surface. Before anyone can notice, the shards gently fall away like snow leaving a calm, complacent, rotund little blue dragonet sitting boredly on the Sands. He looks about, seeming to smack his jaws slightly as he eyes the Candidates. Eyes get a tinge of red as his stomach rumbles. Looking to his left, he spies the closest boy, a lad that looks eerily round like himself. With a grunt, he gets up and moves over, plopping himself unceremonially in front of Joffny, the son of a Baker with bright red hair. J'ffny eyes him warily before announcing his name more in the form of a question than a statement, "Wayth?" Impression is made. Army Green Egg twitches suddenly, like a sleeper jerking awake. Lujayn shifts her focus to the unhatched eggs, a frown pulling at that neutral face. "They don't esem very active anymore." Don't speak too soon, though. "That's beautiful," She remarks of the brown, completely still. Conroy glances from the brown slick over to where the blue moved so quickly. A smile for J'ffny! Circle of Flame Egg wiggles again, and this time a faint tapping sound can be heard. But its forward progress is still halted, so its effort does not gain it very much. Just some dislocated sand. Muddy Oil Slick Brown Dragonet happily flings the sticky egg goop all over those nearby with nary a care or backward glance. As soon as it is out of his eyes he is headed forward with a loud attempt at a bugle. Look at me! Of course it comes out more of a squawk than a full fledged anything else. It seems to surprise him for a moment for he stops his forward movement and turns to look around, as if looking for the perpetrator of the sound. After a moment he lifts his head and siddles to the side and sits down, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. Nope, wasn't me, nobody saw me do it, can't prove anything. Then he is moving again. Anabelle nods her distracted agreement with Conroy. "I don't even know where to look!" The bronze attracts her attention, enough to get an admiring look, but it's the brown to whom she looks next. "He's interesting, isn't he?" Zi'ya drops the hands of his friends, and steps towards the bronze who nearly pushes him over in his eagerness to be fed. "Gryth! Yes, of course I'll feed you!" he says, tears in his misty eyes. He forgets his friends as the new pair head towards the food, being led by the confident bronze. Alakent tilts his head to the side as he watches, shifting even more in his spot, "Shards it's hot. Even more humid than back home." He straightens his robes once, more, turning in time to watch not one, but /two/ impressions, cheering over at Zilya as his best friend impresses. "Congratulations!" Oh, and the brown is noted now as it hatches, "He certainly looks...interesting..." Yup, that's his oppinion, and he's sticking to it. Valeryce staggers slightly in the too warm sands, his feet mince hopping aven as his hand is abandoned by Zilya, in favor of his new, bronze lifemate. "Oh..Zil.." he murmurs almost breathlessly, green eyes misted with a few tears. "Congratulations, Zil..he's so handsome! Gryth.." he repeats the dragon's name. Caeleb hoots a cheer for his friend, now Zi'ya. "W-way to g-go!" P'draig dodges a bit of flying shell and darts around an unhatched egg to get to the next Impressees. "Zi'ya! J'ffny, this wa--" he blinks as Zi'ya's Gryth takes the lead and marches right on past him. "Faranth ..." he mutters under his breath and gets the other two pointed in the right direction. From the galleries, Caitlyn applauds more Impressions, her widely smiling, happy face beaming down on everyone. Rocking rhythmically and persistently from side to side the Circle of Flame egg tumbles over on its side and and sort of stretches out along one side, minute cracks shimmering all of its surface into it simply disintegrates into fine powder in a dusty oval at the center of which sits a tightly curled a Passionately Poised Green dragonet. Passionately Poised Green DragonetOcean's depths meet rushing river all across this lithe green's body, brining to mind the waters of the Igen delta. Frothy specks of pale seagreen foam dot her flanks in long curving tidelines and down each side of her muzzle and tail, contrasting against the deeper shade of teal that forms the foundation of her coloring. Her muzzle has a snub nose rendered cute by the rest of her narrow face. Though a bit long of limb, she is not gangling, her shape is narrower than it is tall, giving an impression of overall leanness that is only emphasized by a trailing train of wings that will need growing into. Kairee grins and clasps her hands together. Pure joy for the candidate is in her voice as she gasps, "Go Zil!" From the galleries, Kamia gets a chuckle out of the antics on the sand, a huge, silly grin on her face. Zahava takes a deep breath, staring at the man who is no longer Zilya, and the bronze, then she turns back to Valeryce and gives his hand a squeeze, letting the breath out slowly. Alakent takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself, now moving over to Val and Zah, "Do you guys mind if I stand with you?" He asks calmly, watching Zi'ya wander off the sand with his bronze, "They look good together." Shimmying around within its own little rounded bed of sand, the Otherworldly Porthole Egg seems to be looking for a way out of this whole Hatching mess. Around and around it goes, then it jerks forward a few inches and comes to an uneasy stop, before jolting forward again. A jagged line makes its way around the top of the egg and pressure from inside pushes it open, a tiny cerulean hatchling making his way out to find a lanky blond lad. "Dorth? Yes we'll get you some food straightaway!" exclaims Y'var. "Wait, that was Zilya?" Lujayn does a double-take at the next passing pair. Aaand she's smiling again. "What's he called now? Did anyone hear?" Her eyes narrow, stinging tears brought on by the heat blinked away. Valeryce seems to shiver a little, clinging to Zahava's hand as if she's the only island of sanity left in this crazy, hot world. Up and down go his uncomfortably hot feet, and his eyes are blotted free of tears by a fold of his white robe, letting them see the brown that's wandering about. "I don't know Lujayn," he calls out to the girl. Anabelle lets out a cheer spotting the bronze's choice. "Oh, he's neat," the young woman enthuses happily, and then, there's the new green, which sets her fingers to itching again. "Ooh, she's pretty, too! And - brown, where'd he go?" M'yr steps around Soldreth who is standing puffy-chested to the side of the activity, pausing to watch the latest Impressions move off the field. He sighs, contentedly, then gives Sol a light smack on his side. "You're always such a great Da." he calls to the dragon with a wide grin. Passionately Poised Green Dragonet is reluctant to uncurl at first, but the noise of the Sands finally penetrates her mind. She raises her head and looks around. Ooooooh, what are these things? She opens her wings and tries to walk forward to investigate, but her coordination leaves something to be desired and she plants herself nose-first in the Sands. Ouch! She manages to sit up, and this time waves her wings a couple of times to dry them. Muddy Oil Slick Brown Dragonet stops and looks left and right as if checking to see if Soldreth or Niyath were watching him specifically. Then he is off! As fast as his little legs will carry him he charges the candidates squawking shrilly. Just before he gets to a blond girl, who looks utterly terrified, he swerves to the right and winds up tripping, rolling and coming up dazed and covered with sand. Again he looks around as if checking to see if anyone saw him do that. Nope, not him. On to the search, somewhere here...oh look, a robe. He reaches out and grabs a mouthful of the white thing and yanks sharply, ripping it horribly. Oh, nope, that's not what he wants. Quickly he moves on...somewhere, it's here somewhere. Army Green Egg jiggles again, though it hasn't yet gained enough momentum to topple out of its cradle. Zahava glances towards Alakent and gives him a smile. "Sure, you can stand with us, of course," she agrees. Her attention to the young teen is short-lived, though as her eyes turn back out to the roving hatchlings, stopping first on the muddy brown, and then slipping over to the green, her breath catching a bit as soon as she's not concentrating on keeping it steady. Alakent tries not to snicker at the green's antics. "Poor thing." He murmers, "that must hurt..." He winces a bit, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to get it out of his face. "The brown's not fairing too well, either." Al notes, casting a sympathetic look his way, as well. Lujayn doesn't tag along after Alakent as the boy moves away. Her legs feel glued to the sands, incapable of movement. "How many left?" Is her only question, squinting towards eggshells. Another green.. "She was five...or six?" And lookit the brown go. Lu tenses, trying to keep on the alert. What? Does this egg have feet? Up, up and up goes the whole shell, tottering in mid air, barely balanced on two paws that have kicked shell from the underneath! Attempting a ragged sidestep, Lost Hatch-ing Egg careens wildly then staggers onto its side, the myriad of spinnerweb cracks giving way to a mini explosion from within. There stands Exclusively Distinguished Bronze Dragonet, blinking several times at his environment as shards plop from his hide to the hot sand beneath. Exclusively Distinguished Bronze Dragonet Has anyone ever seen a more dazzling bronze hide as the one that this young dragon sports! Beginning at the tip of his blanched almond nose, climbing up his head to swirl over headknobs then descending to his shoulderblades, a rich coppery bronze coloration dominates his hide-scape. Prominent wide set eyes seem to exude a sense of accomplishment or perhaps determination, even at this newborn age. A wide girth provides a placeholder for a daring chest that glistens when the sun's rays toy with the deep patina. Long legs dip to the ground, the glistening color only varying slightly at the juncture of talon and leg, becoming a burly wood shade to merge with the blackness. His flank joins haunches that promise strength and power, thinning into a lanky tail, built to someday whip at the Fortian air, sending him into full flight toward his journey beyond. Conroy leans over to Anabelle. "Like the begining of Midday Meal." he comments. Hop. Skip. Jump. There goes the Q egg, seeming to check things out with a couple of other eggs nearby. It rolls on by, end over end and comes to rest briefly against a leftover mound of sand, laden with colorful shards. Restless, the Q egg doesn't stay long, spinning away faster and faster until the shell cracks so much that it can't hold together anymore and disintegrates into tiny pieces in a long trail as its occupant is ejected. Tumbling head over tail like a little ball, the rotund brown within finally comes to a dizzy stop. He takes a second to catch his breath, then practically pounces on the feet of a tall girl standing very close by. Andamy throws her arms around his eggy neck, declaring "Queth!! You found me!" Anabelle's jaw drops at the brown's antics. "Oh... *there* he is. He's, um." She pauses, searching for the right word. "Feisty." Lujayn's question carries to her somehow and she shakes her head. "I lost count." Laughing, she grins over at Conroy. "It is - it really is." Passionately Poised Green Dragonet uses one front talon to scrape off the egg shard on her face, and looks around again. Her wings slow, then stop. She steps out more slowly this time, and stays upright. Hey, that worked! She moves toward a big yellow thing, but a gently scolding rumble stops her in her tracks. Ok, not that way. She turns and heads toward a group of white things instead, tail acting like a rudder and keeping her on course. Humph. Really. The Muddy Oil Slick Brown Dragonet sits on his haunches staring up at HIS lifemate impatiently. How long must he wait? He's right here, after all. It's not like anyone could miss him sitting right in front of them, is it? Poke. Pokepoke. Nudge. Right in front of you, Conroy. Planted at your feet. Kairee shakes her head at seeing the green's nosedive. "Poor little thing!" She cries out, but quickly catches her breathe as the green regains her footing. Alakent shakes his head, laughing quiety, "Poor things." He murmers, turning to Zahava, "Are they always this clumsy? I'd hate to fall face first into the sand like that...it's hot." Caeleb can't help a bit of a smile at the brown's trying to get Conroy's attention. But that's shortlived - there's so much to see, so many dragonets on the sands impressing. Valeryce looks like he getting overwhelmed by all the noise and fuss, nearly jumping out of his skin when the next egg breaks, and reveals a bronze, it's neighbor a round little brown. "Za.." he murmurs in an almost juvenile manner to the woman next to him. A small wince escapes him as a clear, very loud voice he easily recognizes as his mother's belts over the air. And then green eyes find Conroy, and that brown sitting before him, and Val laughs loudly. "Oh Conroy! He's cute! Congratualtions!" Conroy looks around, blinking as if confused. He looks down at the brown there. A huge smile crosses his face, he kneels down. "Chameth, is it? Right. Food." Lujayn chuckles to see the little green beginning to walk, marvels at the polished bronze just beginning to look around, and then.. "Conroy. Look at Conroy!" She calls to the others, pointing like Pern's most excited child. "He did it!" Ball of Yellow Feathers Egg begins to shudder and shake now in a more constant sequence. Exclusively Distinguished Bronze Dragonet doesn't take long in finding out just how to get himself up on those oddities beneath him, a scramble or two and there he is! A proud head raises, then a foreleg stretches out, and.. tada! Motion! Padding along, he angles toward his ma and da, warbling a greeting. Quintar winces as the green poises facefirst into the sand. "Wonderfully executed manouver don't you think." He asks Kairee with a sligh tgrin appearing at the misfortune of the little green. Anabelle stares. Again. It's hard not to, though, with Conroy impressing that feisty brown. "Shells," she breathes, then a bright smile blazes across her face. "Congratulations!" Zahava has found something to take her mind off of her nerves. "Yes, they are," she assures Alakent. "You have to be quick on your feet. Have you ever seen a little colt trying to stang for the first time? They've never used their muscles be- hmm?" she interrupts herself as she hears Valeryce. "What? Oh!" she spots the brown again and breaks into a smile. Army Green Egg stills once more, but only for a handful of seconds. Then it wriggles more impatiently. Chameth gets up soon as C'nroy says those magic words and begins to wander away, glancing over his shoulder at his lifemate. The other dragonets are going that way, so that must mean they do too. Picking up speed as she becomes more and more sure of the direction she needs to go, the Passionately Poised Green Hatchling passes several Candidates in white with an almost apologetic look, and yet skip over them she does, coming to a halt before tawny-haired girl and gently touches her lovely green nose to Anabelle's chest. P'draig has just returned to the Sands after getting the last pair settled, when another Impression is made. "Conroy - what is it now? C'nroy?" he inquires of the new-made Weyrling as he reaches his side. "You and Chameth, follow me, right this way. Alakent offers a wave to Conroy, "Congratulations!" Al calls towards the other candidate, grinning widely. "Huh? Oh? I guess that makes perfect sense." He murmers, scratching at the side of his head. Chameth walks right past P'draig with his head high, he knows where he is going. He doesn't need to be told. He can do it himself after all, come on let's go! You'd think there was music coming from inside the Festival of Fellowship egg, the way it's dancing around on the Sands! It spins this way, it spins that way, it shimmies, it shakes, it hops back, it hops forward, what in the world is going on in there? A piece of shell pops off, revealing a little claw. Another piece on the other side, and there's a foot! The foot is pushing at the sand, forcing the egg to move around in a circle as the creature inside struggles to get out. Now and again, piece after piece of shell fall away to reveal yet another body part of the dragonet. There's the snout, the tail, what color is it anyway? Finally she's just laying there, covered in leftover shards from her own shell, even seeming to be giggling at her green self as she catches her breath. Hatching is hard work! Oooh, what's that? A rumble comes from her belly and she sits straight up, eyes twirling red with concern. She hops to her feet and charges her way down the Sands, practically skipping as she beelines it for a group of girls. She looks at this one, nope. Too frowny. That one? Nope, too nervous. How about... YOU! She butts her head against the hip of a chubby, short girl from Nabol named Kassey, who says with startled suprise, "Blyth? Blyth? Really?" Caeleb cheers for C'nroy, pleased to see another of his friend's impress. He shuffles on the sands, trying to see who and what are left from his group of friend's. He moves closer to Kairee. Anabelle's paying too much attention to her partner and not enough attention to anything else, for she's left with her mouth wide open as that teal-touched green comes to her. "You... I see you, too... Aureth. Hungry. Food! Let's get you food." Rock. Rock. Shiver, shake, roll. The Ball of Yellow Feathers Egg bumps hard against a neighbor and shell flakes off. The opportunistic dragon within makes full use of the break to engineer a release from her prison. First muzzle, then long neck and then the whole shebang slithers from that one round hole. Clawing her way free from her mostly intact shell, a Sleekly Eloquent Pale Gold takes a moment to swipe awkwardly at the egg goo coating her body. Sleekly Eloquent Pale Gold DragonetCloud-pale hide marks this gold, glints of amber and citrine twinkling across her back and flanks in a field of misplaced stars. A deep chest hints at a queen's stamina but the rest of her is almost too streamlined. Her head is delicate with wide set eyes and a sharp profile, no break in the pale gold of her hide to differentiate hollow from spiked ridge. Sinewy shoulders and forelimbs give way to tapering wings which, when unfolded, appear almost sanded and bleached of color, save for those same glints that catch and refract any light. Her haunches are frankly slender with narrow legs, and her tail fantastically long. While she may grow into the promise of her chest and tail, she seems almost too delicate and ephemeral to be a queen. Alakent binks, "Oh, a gold!" And so many impressions, "Congratulatins!" He calls to the other candidates, now looking all too confused. Poor guy. Aureth uses her newfound walking skill to follow Annabelle in seach of this food stuff. On the way by, P'draig picks up Anabelle and Aureth too. "Congratulations, Anabelle! Follow me, follow me, that's it, or rather, follow /Chameth/" With humor. Caeleb breathes softly under his breath as a gold hatches. He can't help but point Kairee's attention that way. "L-look!" Army Green Egg rocks. Stills. From within there's a tap-tap-tapping, as if the dragon within is testing the walls to see how much effort will be needed to break through. Lujayn almost misses Anabelle's impression, but the moment she sees there is a great cheer, applauding her friend. Her head turns so fast that it dizzies the girl, who blinks a few times. "A gold?" /That/ gives her pause for once. Valeryce watches the bronze some, and then is distracted by Anabelle's Impression to that lovely little green, his lips curling into a smile that now doesn't want to seem to leave his face. "Congratulations, Ana!" he calls out, and is then interrupted by the emergence of that gold from one of the eggs he's liked. Kairee turns immediately and looks toward where Caeleb points. "Oh a gold!" she cries, clapping her hands. She holds her breath for a moment, eager to see the candidate who will impress the gold. Sleekly Eloquent Pale Gold Dragonet snorts with disdain. What is this she's covered in? Faranth's toes, I lived in this? She shakes her head, flinging the last of the egg-goo from her eye ridges before turning to look at Niyath with a glance that says, *you put me in there, didn't you.* Well, fine then. She stands on her feet, arranges herself neatly, and moves forward towards the Candidates. Army Green Egg stops tapping and rocks again, gaining confidence. It jerks once, sand falling in rivulets from the shell, and then again. And again, each time more frantically. Alakent tries to eye the gold, the bronze and the green all at once. It's rather hard, really. "Shards." He shifts his feet, turning to the other two candidates, smoothing out his robes again. "How can you keep track of everything? Zahava gives Alakent a quick smile, nodding, then turns at the sound that ripples through the cavern, her eyes finding the focus of the attention. "So Illya was right," she murmurs, almost under her breath. Then she grins, continuing, more to herself than to Valeryce and Alakent, "half-right." Valeryce laughs softly, jerking his chin at that pale, pale queen as he mutters to Zahava, "Mm, she's more like silver and gold and clouds. Pretty for certain, though. And she's already kinda haughty." A nod to his hand-squeezing partner. "Mhm, only half." Caeleb can't help a smirk at Zahava's words. Or rather, a half-smirk. "Sh-she's pretty, isn't sh-she," he asks of Kairee. "W-wonder who sh-she'll chose." Of course the pretty little gold isn't all he's watching - there's a bronze and a green and all those rocking eggs! Exclusively Distinguished Bronze Dragonetis dedicated to this new way of getting about and the freedom it brings. Why, he even attempts a wide arc turn that takes him back toward the Candidates. Slowly, cautiously, but with determination, he manages to place one paw where it should go, shifts his weight, then ambles along. Another croon surely tells the tale - he's quite proud of himself! Lujayn stops trying to see everything at once. She watches the Army Green egg rock violently, if only because its not making any sudden moves across the sands, then splits her attention trying to keep tabs on the two wandering dragonets. "I don't want to guess," She replies to Caeleb's question, holding tight to the sides of her robe. Good thing she doesn't have a hand to crush! No, there is nothing hesitant about Exclusively Distinguished Bronze Dragonet's approach toward one significant, one verifiable, one completely and totally his human can never be termed as hesitant. Plodding along the sand, he never strays from his goal, The One he will share his life with for all eternity. Not even a blink nor a shake of his head is given to his lad's fellow Candidates, as if in doing so, he would waste precious time and energy that only belongs to V'ryce. His V'ryce. Finding the boy, he stops, talons digging into the hot sand, a willful expression of marking his place beside the lad. Finally, his head moves, aiming a very light poke at V'ryce's belly. Sleekly Eloquent Pale Gold Dragonet makes her way slowly across the Sands. She's perusing her choices, you see. Obviously she is well aware of how important choosing her lifemate is. After all, she's stuck wi... lovingly attached to this human forever! Multi-faceted eyes take on a red tinge as she becomes of a slight nagging in her belly. She pauses to look down at the round little tum tum curiously. Did that sound come from in there? As she examines herself, a loud gurgling comes from inside of her. Oh dear! If a dragon could blush, she would definately be doing that. How embarassing! Must get that taken care of immediately! Hopping to her feet, she's now on the case. She heads straight for the Candidates, eyeing this girl and that as she goes. The Army Green Egg looks like it has had about enough of the internal war that is raging inside its shell. With one great 'humph' and bang, this olive and brown egg splits clean down the side as a stalemate between the two sides is drawn. As the rest of the egg crumbles, a figure emerges from the aftermath, one of awkward beauty and large gorgeous eyes. And simple as that, the Make Love Not War Brown has made his way into this world. Make Love Not War Brown Dragonet Long and awkward, this gawky brown nevertheless exudes confidence. He's not beautiful, not by half, but his sheer presence more than makes up for his blunt snout and knobbly profile. Gorgeous eyes bring character to his face, despite the long neck, narrow chest and lean hips that he is likely not to shed. His wings are perhaps his finest feature. Thin, delicate sails are veined with traces of dark brown woodsmoke, fragile wingbones and forestay tips suitable for the most subtle of movements. Overall, his hide is a deep chestnut, darkening in ridge hollows and down skeletal limbs. There is something about him - a polished savoir faire that just screams his chutzpah to the world. Make Love Not War Brown Dragonet crawls to his feet and braces himself there, swaying. He recovers quickly though, his head coming up to study the Candidates. After another moment he starts toward them, ungainly but quickly gaining confidence. He starts walking faster, heedless of his tail dragging behind him but slowing to consider a stout girl who quickly backs out of his way. Lujayn's attentions to the hatchlings pay off - she spots the bronze shouldering up to Valeryce, a breath that she didn't know she had been holding escaping into the hot air. "He finally chose. Oh Val, congrats!" Caeleb gives a faint cheer as the bronze chooses V'ryce. Quintar is trying to keep up with everything that's going on, it's down to the last couple it would seem and he gives Kairee's hand a reassuring squeeze. "It won't be long now." He tells her quietly. V'ryce flicks his gaze between the bronze and gold, charmed by their movements, their sounds, the tall young man looking more like he's suddenly Al's age again than a late teen-er. "Mrf, lookit' 'em, Za. They're a hoot!" Squeeeeze goes his hand on hers when the green egg rocks...and suddenly that bronze is in front of him. Poking..him? "Mmm??! Wha? Lo..keth," he nearly squeaks, eyes saucer-sized in his head as he stares at, then carresses the headknobs of his lifemate. Alakent blinks as the brown suddenly hatches, "Oh, another brown." He notes, scratching the side of his head, blinking a bit. "Congrats Val!" He says, grinning at the other man. "He's a nice color." Caeleb gives another cheer as it seems Val finally clues in. "S-so much for g-going home tonight!" he calls out, pleased for his friend. Kairee holds tight to Quintar. "Not long at all..." She repeats Quintar's words to reassure herself. P'draig sidles around a pile of shards and pops up next to V'ryce and his Loketh. "This way, this way," he says lightly. "Food, oil, everything you need." Zahava's second hand falls back limply to her side as suddenly the formerly-Valeryce and his bronze capture her attention. "Congratulations," she murmurs, though with little expectation he'll hear her. She smoothly steps to the side, a little closer to Alakent, now. Make Love Not War Brown Dragonet doesn't even bother to look at any of the male candidates, though each of the girls get at least one look. Still, he seems to know just where he's going. His purpose and destination were clear in his mind the minute that he got free of that sharding egg. Once the Sleekly Eloquent Pale Gold gains her feet, there is no question of her movement. She takes a sideways glance to a short, brown haired older teen, as if marking her. Yet her path is clear and concise as she slinks towards a tall, golden haired woman. There is no hesitation in her movement as she calls Zahava to break ranks and meet her halfway, eyes shimmering with the heart's blue of contentment. V'ryce is utterly dumbfounded, but in a most wonderful way, as his dragon nudges him forward, sparing a stupified, slack jawed grin for all his friends out on the Sands. "Loketh..." is all he says again, then wrapping his arms around the neck of the little bronze. A liquid blink at Za, yes he /did/ hear her, and he lets the Weyrlingmasters and his new mate lead him off the Sands. Alakent offers a sympathetic look to Zahava, edging a bit closer to her as well, "Shards, doesn't look like much else is happening, eh?" And then the gold comse his way and he takes a sudden step backwards, eep, big dragon! Well, not now but still.. Caeleb squeezes Kairee's hand tightly. The gold seems to be choosing, but there's still that brown who seems intent upon the girls. He doesn't seem to notice that he's crossed the fingers of his free hand - either for himself or his friends. Kairee stays standing between Caeleb and Quintar, almost using their hands to support her. She continues to look at the gold as it cries out, seemingly for Zahava. "Oh look!" Zahava's head turns slowly away from Alakent, her lips parting as her eyes go wide. Across a space of sand, her eyes find the delicate golden hatchling and she steps away from Alakent without another thought for the boy. Her first two steps are slow, and then faster, until she meets her in the middle, slowing again at the last steps so they won't collide. She lifts a hand to caress an eyeridge, and when she speaks, it's likely too quiet for anyone to catch, "Yours, Ciath." Movements more confident with every step, the Make Love Not War Brown makes his way over to the last group of candidates more determined, now than ever to find the one he is looking for. He moves quickly as his large eyes give each and every female that he passes the once over. Stopping at one particular group, the brown cocks his head, giving a giggling female a long look over. However, it is the pale platinum haired boy that stands adjacent that his eyes lock onto, and just like that the Make Love Not War Brown has found his lifemate in Caeleb. Quintar sees the brown and it's destination appears to rather too close to where he is, he watches it warily while it makes up it's mind and once it's certain that it's chosen Caeleb he gives Kairee's hand a gentle tug pulling her away from the hatchling. Lujayn has very few places to look now. She leans forwards at the approach of the gold and brown, mouth falling open as Zahava strides forwards to meet the little dragonet. Then the brown is with Caeleb, two Impressions nearly at once. Nowhere left to watch, she turns to the former candidates with a smile. "Congrats!" C'ael's eyes widen, wider still than with surprise. He smiles lopsidedly and murmurs, "Aye, Enjath, a natural blonde." Not that he's about to prove it on the sands! He laughs, the sound bright and full. Alakent wiggles his fingers at Caeleb, grinning widely, "Congratulations!" Al calls to the other candidate, blinking as Zahava leavs his side, "Congrats!" He calls to her, heading for the other candidates now. The Ghostly Spindle Egg only seems like it's moving. Really it's not, no siree bob, not me. That shimmering around it? Not movement, nope, nope, nope. And yet the egg is vibrating as if its occupant is humming along with the older dragons perched around the Sands. Those vibrations eventually disintegrate the shell, wisping it away as so much dust except for one large piece under the pale blue dragonet left standing on it as if on a platter. The little fellow sits there, humming still, eyes fast closed and then dares to crack open an eyelid. Ohmygosh! People! His eye closes again, but then something attracts his attention and slowly, carefully, he drifts over to a short, plump girl with fat blonde braids and curls up around her legs. Delighted, Tally runs her hands over his eyeridges and clearly announces his name, chin lifted proudly. "/This/ is Sperth." The final Impression of the night is made. Veering back around as V'ryce and Loketh are passed off to a waiting assistant, P'draig spots Zahava's Impression and his brows take a long hike all the way up to his hairline. "Shells ..." he murmurs and crosses the distance back towards where gold and Weyrling eyes have met. "Za ... c'mon," he says simply, grinning at the former assistant headwoman. "You too C'ael," the Weyrlingmaster remarks, waving the brownrider over as well. "Just this way and we'll get everything sorted." Zahava glances towards P'draig, urgency in her eyes, and then he offers the help she needs. "This way, Ciath. We just follow the man," she urges, moving after the Weyrlingmaster. Lujayn is valiantly trying to find the next 'something' to latch onto, but there doesn't seem to be anything. No more wobbling eggs or ungainly dragons. The girl doesn't speak, but looks questioningly towards the others. P'draig waits until the last of the eggs have hatched, propping hands on hips, he lets out a long breath and nods. His eyes scan the remaining Candidates and there's a sympathetic look sent that way and then he turns to shepherd his new charges along to the Barracks. Kairee follows Quintar as he pulls her off the sand. She smiles, but it is weak. Still, you can blame her for trying. M'yr stares at the last remaining pairs as they filter off the sand. Turning back to those remaining, he offers each a personalized smile. "Well, it seems that your lifemates are not within this particular clutch, but don't lose heart! Fort is here for you and will always be. You are most welcome to stay and be a part of the weyr if you like. It has truly been wonderful to have you all." Alakent offers a wave to the others as they're herded off, still grinning. He's not sad, see? He's happy for his friends. "It's not too bad, we'll still see them." Al offers to the others. Leah nods and moves up next to M'yr, "Yes, please do. Your lifemate may not have been on the Sands this time, but there's many more turns of clutches to come. You've all been quite an asset to Fort and we'd love to have you stay among us." Quintar keeps a hold of Kairee's hand as he stops to listen to M'yr speak. "Thank you sir." He says with a smile and a light bow. To Kairee he offers a faint smile. "Not our time obviously, least now we can have a proper drink eh?" He tells her, trying to cheer her up a bit. Alakent grins, "No worries! I had fun, it's been an adventure, nothing lost!" He giggles quietly, rubbing the back of his head, hee. "'Sides, you're not getting rid of me till it snows!" M'yr chuckles at Quintar's question, nodding. "There is food and drinks in the Cavern if you care to stop by. Perhaps get out of your robes and into more comfortable clothing, then join us for the celebration." Lujayn bites her lip and nods, listening intently to M'yr. She doesn't have any sort of a smile, and in fact looks a little lost. What happens next? Others start to leave and she follows, smiling a bit when Alakent's grin finds her. "I guess that's it, huh? Sure was exciting." Kairee laughs. "Sounds great." Surrounded by so many happy faces her mood can't help but lift. "I'm ready to get out of the terrible robe now" she says making a mock grimace. Quintar grins and nods his head. "Yeah, it's not quite my style either." He replies with a laugh. "Come on, lets go get changed then hit the living cavern." Kairee nods in agreement. "Time to go." She smiles and heads with Quintar towards the Living Cavern. Leah begins to herd everyone towards the Living Cavern and off of the Sands. |
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