| Suyinth's Clutching (Part 1) Saturday, September 8, 2001 The World of Pern(tm) copyright (c) 1967 by Anne McCaffrey. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. Log courtesy of Siani POV from the Galleries ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Galleries The raised platform of multiple tiers sits atop huge natural pillars, smoothed from the passage of countless Turns, to provide seating for visitors come to attend the Weyr's Hatchings. The seats provide uncrowded viewing of the sands' burning expanse, while above, wide stone ledges afford the same courtesy to draconic guests. A lone stairway curves its way down through a side archway to the bowl. **Welcome to Fort Weyr's hatching grounds. To view the sands from the galleries, simply type 'look on sands' or 'look <object> on sands'.** You see Lars, Galleries Logger, Cegan, and Lil Bit here. Obvious exits: Exit to the Bowl Viewing Ledges Thanial walks in. Anki walks in. Ambermoore walks in. King has arrived. Kishairyn walks in. From the sands, V'len blinks. All this preparation? A cot? Lighterweight clothing? Poor V'len is woefully unprepared. "I suppose I should design something for myself, too..." he says doubtfully. This entire deal is looking a bit more complicated. V'ria walks in. Anki is here. Of course she is. Strolling down to a seat that a master hasn't occupied yet, she makes herself completely at home, resting back with a great deal of quiet satisfaction. Now to wait and not sweat too much. From the sands, V'zan grins and strides over to pat V'len on the shoulder. "Bet you never thought a mating flight would end up causing this much trouble for you, eh?" From the sands, P'tala ventures hesitantly away from the bowl entrance. Stella climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Maeko walks in. Arianna walks in. V'ria takes the stairs down towards the bowl exit. Comfortably ensconced upon his spot, T'var hums an idle ditty to pass the time. First come, first serve, for the good seats. And what sort of Weyrsinger would he be if he didn't keep a sharp eye out for such crucial timing? With Saerth alternately flirting and crooning up high on the ledge, to keep a couple of young blues amused, Tev lets his gaze naturally wander to watch the new bipedal arrivals. From the sands, Suyinth shuffles around the sands, flattening out a very very large space with nearly obsessive movements. Everything has to be perfect for the arrival of her brood. Everything. She stills, as a contraction shudders through her, the bulge of the eggs shifting against her golden hide. Soon. Gabriela walks in. Teja walks in. From the sands, V'len glances back to V'zan with a rueful expression. "One certainly must pay for a moment of pleasure, I suppose. But it's all for the common good of the weyr. To have Yevgeth's ichor in the next clutch is probably worth any suffering I will have to undertake." He shades his eyes, peering up into the stands. "I just hope they appreciate my sacrifice." Kishairyn saunters into the stands, with the occasional wary look for her surroundings, though the triumphant quirk to her grin is definite. She lifts a hand in greeting to Anki before draping herself in a seat and probably taking up a good portion of what would be her neighbor's room. Fynelox walks in. Arianna follows journeyman and Maeko into the galleries, her eyes wide and a broad smile fit to split her face settling firmly on her features. "Let's get a seat as close to the front as she can," she says to Maeko, eyeing the crowd. V'ria climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Two apprentices tag behind a healer journeyman by the name of Jorryn- Arianna and Maeko are pointedly ignored as he sits himself down upon the nearest seat. Maeko glances to Arianna, with a lopsided grin. "Luck for us! How often do you suppose we'll be able to escape from the hall to see a clutching?" Half-whispered to her, she glances 'round and spots one along the far edge; pointing, she tugs at Arianna's sleeve. "There look good?" Aouda walks in. From the sands, P'tala sneaks onto the Sands with a very cautious tread, testing the heat and wincing. Sidling alongside V'zan, she seems sure enough of herself to just, um, pose. After all, it's a big momma queen; even as a rider, she doesn't wanna peeve the gold. Aouda sends Oberon winging off her shoulder. From the sands, V'zan quickly stifles a snicker before adopting an appropriately serious tone of voice. "I am sure that your valiant suffering shall be heralded through the ages, V'len. Have no fear of that." His lips quirk in a faint smile. That wave in the corner of the eye. Ah, Kisha. Lifting her hand in return, Anki beckons the Weaver messenger over, patting the seat next to her. "Kisha!" she calls out, fingers twinkling in greeting to those she can see and knows in some fashion. From the sands, Siani watches Suyinth with concern, careful to stay well out of the way of her lifemate. "I almost feel like it's me about to give birth, " she mutters, twisting her fact into a grimace for a moment as Suyinth trembles again. Gabriela stands in the back row of the galleries for several moments, eyes scanning those sitting there... as if she knows anyone. Wait! She does! She peeks toward the Sands for a moment before sliding toward Kishairyn. "Kish?" She pushes hair behind her ears as she peers around nervously. "Mind if I... Can I sit here?" Oberon disappears **BETWEEN** Oberon appears from **BETWEEN** From the sands, V'zan eyes Siani with concern. "Can we get you anything, Sia? Water? Wine, perhaps?" An infertile dragon and a long vacation? Arianna nods expressively and begins to move to the indicated seat, still checking over her shoulder to make sure that journeyman has no objections to the two wandering off by themselves. "This is much more than I expected!" she hisses to Maeko with barely contained excitement. Ah, the herders have arrived. A journeywoman leading the way with a gaggle of apprentices coming up behind her. Their usual nervous chattering is hushed by the situation, at least in the case of the dark haired boy at the end of the line is. Then again, Fynelox is always the quiet type anyhow. The eyes bugging out of his head as he eyes the sands though, that's new. V'ria strides up the stairs, and heads straight over to look down at the sands. "This ought to be rather interesting," she murmurs, then tilts her head thoughtfully. She turns to look at the crowd gathering in the galleries. "Well, well. Will anything exciting happen, I wonder...?" she muses, then she peers around to find someone she knows. Ambermoore slips in quietly and settles onto a bench, having drafted a cousin to get her up here on her one non-duty day this sevenday. She stays off to one side, close to the front, her diminutive height making the back a poor place for her to be seated. From the sands, V'len nods with satisfaction, even a slight smile. "Heralded. Ah, good. It /is/ a rather important moment, isn't it?" As if coming to that realization, he turns towards the stands and does his best royal type wave. He's on stage, after all. One must play to the audience. Aouda looks nervously about before gently setting Oberon on the ground. Ah! Yes, the clutching...lucky she had finished mucking for today. Or rather, for now, because as soon as she got back, she was sure to have another chore list waiting for her. Sigh. Hey! Maeko! V'ria! She /knows/ people here! Beaming, she waves to both of them. Thanial has hitched a ride with one of Xanadu's many riders north. Returning home is another concern, and he's counting on the mercy of the Fortian riders to return him to Xanadu's southern shores. Still, a Clutching is an event all in itself, and one that Nial is loath to miss. Glancing around, he releases a pent up breath in a sigh. Good, Aunt Arial's not around. Probably busy with the boy-toy greenrider of hers, if rumors can be believed. Kishairyn glances up at Gabriela with a bright grin. "Hey! What brings you north? The repairs worked out quickly, after all?" She gestures expansively, hand fluting in no direction in particular. "Sit, sit. Make yourself comfortable ... I hear it could be a while." Spotting Fynelox out of the corner of her gaze, her eyes sparkle mischievously, and she blows the apprentice a theatric kiss. She just does it for the reaction. Maeko nudges Arianna a bit, nodding. "Jorryn won't mind- he never really wants to bring anyone along when he travels, but he does it anyway, 'cause Master Ethan wanted him to." Sliding quickly into the seat, her eyes flicker 'round to catch sight of several herders being led up to the galleries; she recognizes Aouda quickly, and offers a wave in response to her own. She motions towards the other empty seat, unoccupied by Arianna, and raises her eyebrows in question. From the sands, V'zan scoots away from V'len to avoid being whacked as other bronzerider turns on the *ahem* charm and attempts to woo the gallery. Sidling closer to the Weyrwoman, he offers her a steadying arm if it should prove to be needed. From the sands, A growing sense of suspense and anticipation spreads over the sands as Suyinth's soft rumbling grows in volume. Her agitated movements have ceased; sand is now smoothed and level. The chaos within her body stills suddenly and then...a bugle of pride sounds from the Queen's throat, announcing the arrival of this clutch's first child, its blue light tumbling over the heated sands. From the sands, Heralding Dark Warrior Egg From the sands, A comet of light blue flees the looming darkness that crowns this proudly plump egg, streaking downward to glow with impending greatness along the underside. There the aura expands and spreads along shell's roundness, gradually becoming both darker and richer -- a lace of royal blue woven over imperial purple, supporting it with practical latticework. As amethyst fades with proximity to the dominating shadow, cobalt reaches threatening tendrils towards, yet not touching, the shadows where pale gold hints of coming glory, the dawn of a new day and age. Gabriela grins, nodding quickly toward Kishairyn. "I tried to find you to see if you wanted to come," she replies, "but some weavers told me you had already run away." She chuckles as she takes the seats, continuing to nod with Kish's words before jutting a finger toward the Sands. The trader gasps and grins, emitting a quiet, "There's one..." Observative girl, isn't she? Fuss and bother, noise and crowds. The latter is of more interest to T'var, sitting alone and quiet, yet bearing a bemused smile as his dark gaze filters through the people rushing inward and getting settled. Eggs are eggs, and after more than fifteen Turns, the jaded greenrider tends to a more subtle appreciation of the event. Arianna waves to Aouda as well, then nudges Maeko. "Look at that! Isn't that a beauty!" she squeaks. "I've never /been/ to a clutching before." The notion that Jorryn truely doesn't care settles well with her, and she relaxes into the excitement of it all. To Anki a wave, to T'var a smile, both equally pleasant greetings, and Stella's all set. Leaning her hip against the railing, she passes a glance over those gathered -- she's got her eye on them, don't ya know. She turns back in time to see the first egg roll to the sands and sighs inwardly, rubbing her cheek against her firelizard's green head lovingly. Fynelox breaks his usual silence with a nudge to Aouda beside him, gesturing towards the golden queen and her labor over the sands. "She laid one! Look, already! We're just in time." The boy's expression is almost fierce, the excitement of those around him only lending to his own. "Wow. I've never seen a dragon's egg before, have you?" He's pretty sure the tiny 'lizard eggs that they find left around the hall and by the herder's lake doesn't count. From the sands, Siani claps her hands together in both pleasure and relief as the first of the eggs appears on the sands. "Finally," she breathes, watching as her gold lifemate nudges the egg into its own little spot, surface still slick with birthing dew. "A fine start, don't you think?" she asks, turning to the other riders standing near her. Kishairyn's features split into an amused grin. "Run away, that's the word for it ... before they could bell me ..." She leans forward suddenly as the first egg is laid, emitting a frankly undignified gasp. "Oh! Oh ..." she repeats more softly: the first sound of realization - so that's how it happens - and the second pensive. Anki gives a slight grin as a Healer slips into the seat she offered Kishairyn. Moving to accommodate the woman's elbows, she sighs happily at the first egg to tumble over the sand. "Beautiful, isn't it?" "A lovely beginning to the clutch," she murmers solidly, lifting her hand in greeting to Stella, dropping it a momnet later at a hissed recrimination. From the sands, Yevgeth rumbles an encouraging throaty noise, his tail making patterns in the hot hatching sands as he flicks it nervously. He seems all concern and nervousness as he watches the queen birth. She might have done this before, but hey... it's his first time as a poppa, and he's doing the dutiful nervous dad bit quite well. Torn between checking out the egg and staying out of the way, he chooses the latter, but paces along the far side of the wall, away from the people, snuffing and snorting with frustration. From the sands, V'zan smiles encouragingly, "Off to an easy start. Suyinth's getting to be a professional at this, isn't she?" Hand slipping beneath his shirt, V'zan removes a small flask from which he sips before offering it to Siani and the others. "She'll be done before we know it." Maeko's eyes flicker torwards the sands, as royal blue catches her attention. "Oh!" An involuntary noise, and she fiddles with her fingers, nodding to Arianna. "Neither have I! Never seen a dragon's egg, either.. firelizards are too little to count. I didn't realize they were so.. colorful, really. But that shading's beautiful." Aouda watches quietly as the first egg makes an entrance. Lovely! Oh! Arianna is here as well...she been behind Maeko...Aouda waves. Oberon croons softly, causing the appie to nod slightly in agreement over some unknown matter. It's a first for both of them. Firelizard eggs were one thing...this was quite another. Wolfetha walks in. Gabriela snickers softly, glancing quickly toward Kishairyn before looking back toward the Sands, lest she miss something. "I wonder how many there will be in all..." she mumbles, eyes wide. "She looks quite full of them!" Leaning forward, hands on her knees, she continues to peruse the area below. Arianna nods in agreement after a nod to Aouda again. "Can you believe the /size/ of them? Or that one. I wonder if they're all about the same size?" She purses her lips. Drat her inexperience with dragons! She clears her throat and shrugs. From the sands, Wow! The wonder of birth! And he's involved! V'len gasps and sighs in delight, as if his genes were represented right there on the sands. "Lovely! Ah, so lovely! I /knew/ Yevgeth would sire some wonderful eggs!" Apparently the labouring queen has little to do with everything here. He reaches absently for the flask, eyes never leaving the new egg on the sands. "Quite an auspicious start, I'd say." From the sands, Suyinth seems satisfied with the placement of her first born, turning then to offer Yevgeth an affectionate warble that beckons the bronze to come closer and to share in her pride. Protective she may be, but not to the point of excluding the sire of her impending clutch. Talons dig into the sand beneath her as yet another pang of labor washes through and over her from muzzle to tail tip. Another is impatient to feel the comforting heat of the sands. Above the sands, Kleith arrows sleekly through the bowl entrance. Above the sands, Kleith hovers and then chooses his spot on the viewing ledges. L'lia skitters cautiously down from the viewing ledges. Fynelox half stands, still keeping a hand on the hard seat of the Stands beneath him as he tries to get a better look over the heads of those sitting in front of him. Sometimes it just sucks to be short. The herder apprentice leans one way and the other for a moment before whispering down to the others around him. "Is there another yet? I couldn't see." Kishairyn, uncommonly disoriented by the din, leans forward to flash an apologetic grin in Anki's direction. "Glad you could get away ..." she calls down before her eyes are unwillingly riveted on the sands. "That's how they start?" she murmurs, voice quite different than the way she usually addresses dragons. "I don't know," she admits to Gaby, "but I'll bet you anything that someone's taking down marks and odds." Thanial eyes the first egg appreciatively, the blue spectrum admired for its dusky appearance. The last ray of light before the darkness of night, perhaps. "That one will be a bronze," he decides arrogantly. "I wager this months wages on that." Of course by the time the egg hatches, Nial's wages will have been long spent. Inexperience is shared between them, so there's nothing to worry about- Maeko doesn't know, either. "I'm.. not sure, actually." A nervous glance over her shoulder shows the size of the crowd is beginning to get to her, finally edging into her conciousness. "How big are the dragonets, when they hatch? That's probably what makes the egg sizes vary.." So wonderfully observant. Tabithekra walks in. Aouda shakes her head "no" at Fyne with a slight smile. Poor guy couldn't see...well...that's not to say she had the best view in the house either. That didn't matter though. As long as she got to see everything in good time, she would be happy. From the sands, Share in pride? A specialty of Yevgeth's... he's had lots of practice. When Suyinth warbles, he responds, immediately by her side with a gentle nuzzle of encouragement. As she spasms, he turns towards V'len with concern, and then slowly unfolds his great wing, attempting to shield Suyinth from the heat of Rubkat. It's not much, but it's all a daddy can do at the moment. From the sands, Suyinth grows eerily quiet as her hide shivers and trembles with the movements of the eggs within, waiting to be birthed. Lowering herself to the sands with silent resolve she brings another of her children into the world, letting its brilliant fiery color settle besides its sibling. From the sands, Fire's Oracle Egg From the sands, Warm hues of red and orange envelop egg's whole; brighter shades are visible nearer the sands, where scarlet flickers against shell like fingers of flame reaching upward and cradling the orb in their burning embrace. Forms of dark and shadowy patches of color take shape between the flames, teasing the eye. A dragon? A tree? Akin to looking up and discerning the shapes in clouds, the images are ephemeral and have no solid pattern or set meaning. Though, perhaps, the shadows are indeed coalescing to tell a story of days gone by or things yet to come. Arianna shrugs. "I've never been to a hatching, either," she says with a vague wave of her hand. The crowd size certainly hasn't gotten to her, but her fellow Apprentice's nervousness /has/ caught her attention. "You alright? The clutching thing making you queazy?" she wonders as her eyes dart back at the sands. "Oooh! Look at that one there!" "Could you imagine having an audience when you're giving birth?" Gabriela mumbles quietly to Kishairyn and whoever helps happen to be nearby. "But I've to say," she continues, wrinkling her nose, "that these eggs definitely look more lovely than newborn babies." She grins and nods. "Those from Bitra or some such. Always betting marks on the littlest things..." L'lia walks down from the ledges Kleith settling in and thrumming in a bass tone for the eggs. "Hello. Excuse me..." Is murmered to those she passes by. She doesn't spy anyone she knows all to well so she wanders over to the herders... All new faces. "Hello... I'm L'lia, a used to be herder." From the sands, Siani reaches out, fingers wiggling for the flask after V'len has had his fill, "Suyinth clutches lovely eggs indeed and she does make it look nearly effortless. I only wish I had such an easy time with children. Of course, I'm also quite happy not to give birth to so many at once." "Yep, that's normally how she starts," Anki agrees happily. "One egg, then more and...ooh. Scarlet. What an /adorable/ shade," Anki mutters happily, shifting away from the Healer's overactive elbows. "Ouch. Careful there, my good woman." From the sands, V'zan oohs. "As if it's not hot enough on these sands already, that egg looks like it'd burn to the touch." Turning towards Siani, he smirks, "One at a time is more than enough for you, I'd imagine." Fynelox can tell from the sudden loud murmurings around him that something has happened, he's up on his toes again, all but jumping up and down to get a better look. "Oh, another one? Good! Oooh! That's a lovely color on that one too!" he says once he manages to catch sight of it and sits back down. From the sands, P'tala's brows rise up and she whistles approvingly, snatching V'zan's flask and drinking deep before passing it along to the Weyrwoman. Aren't we a little cheeky? "I don't know, Siani, a brood this big hanging around you would be interesting to see." Wolfetha makes her way on to the galeries and groans audibly when she sees the size of the crowd. She only catches a glimpse of the eggs as she tries to find a place where she can see the sands clearly. As she moves she catches sight of Fyne and makes her way over to him. Yeah, she knows she annoys him but she really doesn't care. She just wants a place to stand. Zinia walks in. From the sands, V'zan does note, however, "Your own brood is definitely as cute as Suyinth's." A bit of V'zan's fatherly pride shines through, mirroring V'len's attitude. "Can I even imagine giving birth? Thank you, no," Kishairyn replies, a furtive grin creeping across her features. "Oh, I think it's a good way to make marks ... if you have the inside scoop, which I ... definitely don't ..." Another small but rather dramatic, "oooh!" escapes the messenger. "I think they're prettier than the dragons," she remarks in a stage-whisper. Maeko's attention is directly snared torwards the newest addition to the orbs on the sands, and her eyes wander the lengths of the reds and oranges that coat its shell. "Oh, I like the colors!" Belatedly, she remembers Arianna's question, and waves a hand. "Oh, no, not at all.. it's just the number of people, that's all." Dismissively, she smiles. "If we're lucky, Jorryn, or maybe Liyhsia, might bring us back for the hatching, too." Thanial lets his blue eyes caress the newest egg as he appreciates its fiery lines. Herder apprentice antics are noticed with a tilt of his full lips, was he ever that young and enthusiastic? From the sands, Suyinth has barely enough time to gently nudge the second of her eggs in line with the first before another makes its way into the world - a lovely growth of rose and vines among the comet of blue and scarlet fire. Fluid gleams across the shell, falling like small tears to the wet the sand beneath. From the sands, Tragic Redemption Egg From the sands, Heraldic tendrils of delicately shaded ivy trellis across a royal backdrop, shrouding an inner glimmer of sinfully deceived righteousness and honor. Rose-colored blossoms of rare and spectacular beauty decorate the surface, their pastels tinted a broken heart's bitter scarlet as they reach the crown of the ovoid. Perfect of form and possessed of a poet's grace, its loveliness is haunted by a tragic sorrow that somehow increases the egg's splendor rather than diminishing it. Vines wind and curl around curves with whispers of promise suggesting that out of a tragic past there will be new beginnings, a new hope for the future, redeeming the pain of shattered dreams. From the sands, V'len is sputtering, turning his head. That wasn't redfruit juice in that flask... "I suppose if you do it like a dragon, you know, lay eggs? And then have someone there to care for each one as they hatched? Might not be so bad." V'len speaks with an air of completely false authority, until V'zan's comment. "Cute? These magnificent eggs, spawn of Yevgeth - cute? I should say not! Awe-inspiring! Stupendous even! But certainly not cute! Humph!" Arms cross over his chest and he turns from the rest, only a trifle annoyed. The arrival of the next egg is too exciting to have him upset for long. Gabriela giggles at Kish, shaking her head. "I don't even want to consider the children you'd bear, Kish, running around causing trouble with bells on their clothes," she murmurs, her eyes still glued to the Sands. "Oh! Another one!" The trader sighs as if she were witnessing a romance. "This is so nice...." Stella relaxes as the din of the crowd envelopes her with its soothing buzz. "No wonder why you firelizards go hide when you're doing that -- compared to a gold dragon, a firelizard giving birth is small tubers." Splendor's tail is tweaked affectionately, a quick grin offered to the green, but that grin fades as the latest egg makes its way onto the sands. "My, that one's purty!" Arianna blinks at Maeko, her eyes growing large. She brushes back a few strands of stray hair and smile again. "/Really/?" she asks in the same tone one does when someone gives them an extravagant gift. "The hatching /itself/? That'd be great!" Her eyes dart back over to peer at the sands. "Lovely! All ivy and flowers, that one. I thought they'd come in dragon colors...not all this red and such. Amazing!" She bounces a bit in her seat. From the sands, Siani draws deeply from the flask, feeling the liquid heat all the way down her throat until it mingles with the heat rising from the sands beneath her feet. She sticks her tongue out at P'tala, "You first, Penta. I think you need a child of your own, don't you? Hmm.. maybe... you know, V'zan could stand to be a father. Try him perhaps?" Wink. T'var was never so young. Honest. The Weyrsinger's attention is somewhat on the eggs, yes, but he does have plenty of time to admire and perhaps compose something suitable for the clutch at a later time. The greenrider does watch the young ones in the galleries, though. Which? Well that would be telling. Cue the enigmatic smile and the lazy flick of the hair. "Ouch...ow!" Shooting the woman next to her a dirty look, Anki moves over to the contingent of weavers, making her way into the midst of their circle with a few 'shoos' to the apprentices. "Ugh," she mutters. "Mmm. Not bad at all. I especially like the way I don't have to go through this myself. Ever." Kinda spices up the occasion for her. Fynelox grins at the apprentice who sits down beside him. The excitement of the moment is surely enough to overcome any sort of shyness or uneasiness in the other's presence, or at least the boy doesn't seem to mind that Wolfetha has settled beside him. "Did you see yet? Look I think there's another one!" He ends up on his toes again to see what came out and a soft 'oooooh' escapes him as he catches sight of the third. If anything, that one has him entranced even more than the others, the look on his face saying much more than what few words he utters. From the sands, The senior gold pauses in her labors, talons shifting away even more sand as she prepares the nest for the others yet to arrive. A shudder runs through her, followed close by a deep thrum as - side by side - two more eggs make their appearance. Each glistening surface a myriad of rainbow hues. Zinia bounces into the galleries oohing and awing at the eggs. And the dragons. She grabs the arm of the nearest person and yells "Look! Look! There's my mom! Ain't Suyinth purty?" Then youngsters short attention span goes back to the eggs for but a mere moment, bouncing disappearing in her interest for the wet eggs. From the sands, V'zan eyes V'len warily. "Someone might want to hand him the flask again. I think the heat is already addling the poor man's brain..." The Weyrleader suddenly turns crimson and begins coughing, managing a singular horrified gasp at Siani's comment. Kishairyn hmmms softly, a small sigh escaping her. "They seem to have a story to tell ..." She winces, casting a sidelong look at Suyinth. "That looks painful, though. No, thank you." Even if a human only has to do it once, the babe's a lot bigger in comparison to the mother. "You don't have to!" she assures Gaby, smirking down at V'len's reactions to the whole thing. Smooth. Ashore climbs up the stairs from the entrance. M'dan climbs up the stairs from the entrance. From the sands, Siani chimes up once more, "He's a good father to Nivan so far. I would recommend him." This time, she winks directly at V'zan, flashing him her most charming smile. From the sands, P'tala ooohs suitably at the next egg, eyes all aglow with that sort of pride that comes from someone who just relishes new candidates to torture. That glow turns into burning horror, however, as Siani's comment wriggles into the greenrider's brain, and if V'zan's reaction weren't so funny, she'd be needing the Heimlich as well. Snicker. "Awww, I guess that means he wants one too?" Ashore tugs on M'dan's hand and points to an empty spot. "C'mon. We can sit there." Her first clutching, won't mother be ever so happy. "An' we've missed some of it, too." Pout. "Maybe we've only missed a little of it, that won't be so bad." Maeko giggles to Arianna, her eyes not leaving the sands' activities. "Well, if we're really lucky, anyway. Liyhsia probably would take us, if she was going.. Jorryn would need some convincing." A dirty look is given to the spoken-of journeyman, who's seated as near to the exit as he can get. "I /really/ don't like him." She comments idly, nodding at the comment of color. "Yeah.. but I still like the red and orange one.. it reminds me of fire, I think." From the sands, Yevgeth croons softly as Suyinth deposits the latest offerings on the sands. Yes, she's making him look rather good this afternoon. Another gentle nuzzle - all chivalrous like, and as he urges the queen on in her duty. Aouda watches the eggs with a half-grin from her seat. Muttering to herself about each one. Very nice. Well of course, silly, they're dragon eggs...Aouda rolls her eyes and rests her chin on her folded arms. Sigh. Wolfetha smiles at Fyne, glad for once that he didn't run away screaming at the sight of her. "Hi Fyne, yeah I saw." Her mind plays over the appereance of the eggs which have been imprented in her mind. "I really like that first one. Which one do you like?" The Dark Warrior Egg really is quite pretty but dark and foreboding, like the sky at midnight. From the sands, V'zan turns his back upon the gallery and his fellow riders, ignoring Suyinth's clutching momentarily as he attempts to regain his composure. He soon turns round again, dignity restored. "I've been told that I plant a good garden, Siani, but I think I'd prefer to stick with flowers, not children. Less mess." Arianna purses her lips. "I like the newest one. It's like...painted on plants or something." And this healerette is a fan of herbs and all that grows. About the journeyman she adds "Is he really all that bad? I've never had him for a class or anything..." and her voice trails off so her eyes have her full concentration to slip over every colored line on the eggs. Thanial easily admires the heraldic egg, it... like him... contains many layers. From the sands, V'len raises his brows. He, as yet, is untested in the fatherhood department, but he's not about to volunteer his services with this greenrider. "P'tala somehow doesn't fit the typical 'mother mold' as I've seen it, Siani. It might be rather stressful on her spawn." Another good reason to support V'zan on this one - little P'talas are a terrifying thought. From the sands, Suyinth busies herself with the eggs for a moment or two -- shifting, sliding, generally rearranging all to her liking. Oh, and Yevgeth's or two. A circle appears to be forming, certainly large in its still imaginary circumference. Maternal croon is given to all her children as they begin to harden in the warmth of the hatching grounds. Neck is twined but for a moment with Yevgeth's before she settles back along the sands, another egg pushing against her. Gabriela nods slowly, smiling upon each new arrival. "That they do," she replies before snickering slightly. "And thank Faranth for that." Her statement is accompanied with a wink. "I like that last one," she murmurs, "but they're all quite interesting." Fynelox manages to settle back on his seat again, waiting for the next round of oohs and ahhs in the galleries to let him know that something has happened before bouncing up to see what's happening. "My favorite so far is that one on the side with the vines on it. There's just something about it that I like. There's gonna be more eggs though I think. So I'm not picking real favorites yet. Though the blueish one is nice too." Like most adolescents, the excitement is making Fyne practically chatty, for him at least. Kishairyn shakes her head. "Might as well pick stars out of the sky," she declaims with a flute of her hands. "Wonder what would happen if we could just get closer ..." Besides being mauled into bloody bits, but never mind that. "They are," she agrees with a brief sidelong grin. "Possibly in the same way a brightly-colored snake is interesting, too." Some of them might be poisonous, maybe? From the sands, V'zan ahems. "Might I remind you all that we are here to witness and encourage Suyinth's activities? Not to conjecture about the fanciful notion of P'tala and I ... well, you know." Thus said, V'zan turns full attention back to the emerging eggs, uttering an impressed exclamation. From the sands, P'tala would have children for the sole purpose of toturing the Weyr, if only she could bear to see the mothers in their nine months of torture and pain. She's found that the maternity department is one she'd rather window shop in. Or not. Scooching over towards V'zan, she smirks and murmurs, "Nice recovery there." Eyes turn again to Suyinth, beaming. Stella tears her gaze from the egg to the young person that recently entered and smiles gently. "You should be proud of your mum, lass. And yes, Suyinth is a beauty." Another one of those 'I'm-watching-you' looks slides across the crowd, and satisfied that the weyr is in order, her gaze comes to rest on the flirtatiously nonchalant greenrider. Poor baby, he must have seen thousands of these. "Come now, T'var, isn't this the least bit exciting for an old chap like yourself?" M'dan chuckles "I am sorry Ashore, I ... didn't wake up early enough from my nap to come get you sooner. I know I had promised to bring you to the next clutching." He sits in the indicated seat and looks out on the sands. From the sands, The next of the eggs to come into the world flows almost gently from its mother's womb in a rippling wash of silver and blue, spilling the sand outward from its shell as it falls with a quiet thud to the ground. This new arrival is also nuzzled into line with the others by Suyinth with a warm, soft, loving croon. From the sands, Water's Illusion Egg From the sands, Blue so pale it would fade into a clear autumn sky swirls in ribboned patterns of shimmering silver samite across the surface of the egg's glistening camber, like waves radiating outward from the splash of a pebble into a once still lake. So delicate and so seemingly transparent, the color gives the illusion of being able to see within and beyond the shell to the sands beneath. But a closer look into the rippling depths reveals a different secret -- a glimpse into a mythical and long lost world, and the ancient beauty that resides there. "Oh, he doesn't do /classes/.. when he can help it, anyway." Though the tone of Maeko's statement is disdainful, it's kept low- best to not advertise her dislike. Especially when he's so near. "From what I hear from one of the older apprentices - I don't remember her name - He thought he was ready and in line to be promoted to Master, but got skipped over. He's not big on associating in any way with the apprentices because of that.. lessons included." Maeko pauses, to watch the fourth egg's expulsion into existence. "Hey! That one's pretty, too." Wolfetha nods at Fynelox. "I'm sure they're will be, just how many eggs do dragons usualy lay anyway?" She continues to watch out on the sands. If she positions her head just right she can see through the bodies and out onto the hatching sands. It looks like the gold has settled down for the moment, but no, another egg is here. Her eyes light up and she tugs at Fynes shirt to get his attention. "Oh, that one's beautiful..." From the sands, Just to needle P'tala, V'zan comments, "Not that I'd mention the process of fathering your children. Despite your attitude, you are rather attractive." Quickly stepping out of striking range, he hides next to Siani. "As usual, a beautiful array so far. You should be quite proud of your lifemate." Ashore plops down, her shoulders rolling in a shrug. "S'alright. Da had to remind me to get ready twice because I was helping mamma.. and she doesn't know where I am... well, not exactly. You know how she gets when she thinks one of us is going to get anywhere near a dragon." Snicker. As if someone of Ash's young age would be in danger of being searched. "But.. OOoh! Look at all the eggs already. I didn't know there were so many colors on 'em!" Arianna blinks and tilts her head to the side. "It almost looks um..." she searches for the word. "Transparent!" She spares a grin Maeko-wards. "Oh? Well I can imagine if /I/ were passed over for promotion, I'd try to start making some friends! Show off or something." Not that she doesn't do all of these things, already. Aouda smiles as Oberon barks approvingly at this latest arrival. "Yes, that one does remind me a bit of your egg. Larger of course." she says quietly. Hm...so many unfamiliars here, she thinks, bringing her knees up to support her elbows, in effect, curling into a ball. She hates crowds... Anki frowns at the Messenger's words. "You get that with dyes sometimes, did you know? The more vivid mineral ones can be hazardous over the long run." Turning her head at an apprentice's soft 'Ooh' of appreciation, she grins at the placid, almost serene egg making its way onto the sands. "Personally, I do tend to like the bright colours. More eyecatching." From the sands, V'len beams as the next egg makes an appearance. "Quite a lovely clutch. Oh, and I'm quite proud of my lifemate as well! I mean... look at that one!" V'len points excitedly towards one of the newly laid eggs, then turns a bright face to the others, awaiting ... praise? Apparently. "What a showing! This is everything I'd expect from Yevgeth!" Thanial sinks into the blueness of the newest egg, eyes mirroring the mysteries hidden within its watery depths. "That one... now that's one that I could stare at for days and never grow bored with." Gabriela peers wide-eyed toward the weaver messenger, chuckling softly. "Oh, I'll keep watch. You can go." She doesn't want to end up being dragon dinner, thank you very much. Not that they'd eat her... but you never know. She nods slowly, smiling softly. "Yes, it's like watching nature... Well, it is watching nature, so it's lovely.. like that." Yeah. That's it. Pausing in her rambling, she sighs softly and waits for more. Fynelox hardly needs a tugging on his sleeve to know there's another one laid out there, his head turning instinctively though, leaning this way and that till he finally catches sight of it. "It is." he agrees quietly, his grin rather wide and appreciative. "Still like the viney one better though." he notes after a momentary pause. From the sands, P'tala, distracted momentarily from the newly-clutched egg, makes a face at V'zan. "You're supposed to be playing proud Weyrleader, not picking up girls." Winking at V'len, she comments, "They are beautiful; Suyinth and Yevgeth should be commended. See the silvery marks on that one? Ohh... Almost as pretty as the ones in Celaenoth's group." Yeah, everyone at the Weyr is allowed their little bit of pride. Maeko shivers as a sudden shudder runs up her spine, sending goosebumps to coat her arms. "Well, it's easy for you." Maeko comments, thoughtful in her gaze over ribbons of silver. "You're.. naturally friendly. Lucky to be that way, too." She grins, eyes flickering back. "For me, that'd be hard. Probably was for him, too.. though that doesn't make me dislike him less." Peyone walks in. M'dan chuckles "Oh, I know how your mama feels, and yes, they are very colorful Ashore." He stops a moment "Just think how Alexan would feel if you were her daughter. She might just decide that I don't deserve to live anymore if you were hers." he winks then and looks out at the eggs, "They are quite beautiful, I suppose I could bring you up when I hear about the hatching, that is 'really' something to see." Wolfetha is grinning like an idiot as she stares out at the eggs on the sand. "It's really hard to choose a favorite. They're all so beautiful..." Her eyes are twinkling with excitement, if only she could have been searched though. Then maybe she could have been a canidate, and maybe one of those eggs could have been hers but... From the sands, Yet another egg is quick to make its way into the world, not far behind the its preceding brethren. Suyinth rises upwards on her haunches quickly before bearing down once more, spilling the egg to the sands. Another new vessel, filled with yet unseen hopes. From the sands, V'zan wonders aloud, "You consider yourself a girl, P'tala?" Then back to the eggs at hand. "Any guesses on which will be bronzes, V'len? I've heard that the clutchfather is supposed to have a feel for such things..." Kishairyn flashes a smile over at Anki. "I hadn't thought of that," she admits, "but then, I'm not the dye expert." She manages to flourish a small curtsey to the weaver without leaving her seat. The expression turns into a grin as she regards Gabriela. "What? You don't want to feel and see for yourself?" she teases. From the sands, Fortune's Beckoning Egg From the sands, Snow-white purity gently tinted by dawn's rosy blush falls across egg's lacquered surface in a bewildering blizzard of blossoms. Tiny rents in the transient petals' rainfall offer the occasional glimpse beneath to where the enduring gleam of sun-kissed silver held in fire-forged steel's protective embrace lies. A flash of auric brilliance encircles egg's crown, lending a note of resplendence counterbalanced by the softest whisper of malignant vermilion lurking near shell's base, perhaps foreshadowing future's decay. Arianna giggles and pokes Maeko. "You're friendly! You just have to...take a deep breath and take the plunge. Say hi to people you've never met. Watch!" She turns to the person behind her and squeaks "Hi!" Said person doesn't take note--she's too busy watching the sands. The healer turns to the other once more. "See? That's not hard at all." Her gaze darts back to the sands. "There go some more!" Ashore lets out a laugh and then stops, her gaze going to the brownrider for a moment and her expression rather wry. "If I was Alexan's daughter, I'd be someone's foster daughter." Giggle. "She don't..er.. doesn't like children, 'member?" Even Ash knows well enough to stay away from the journeyman when visiting her half brother. "Gaed doesn't mind, though. Even if he's always busy." Just try getting a little attention around a smith with wood on the brain. Anki wrinkles her nose and returns her attention to the Sands, eyes half-lidding with lazy interest. "Mmmh. reminds me of blossoms on snow, that one. Don't often see it down South, but...that one /is/ beautiful, isn't it?" she asks. Gabriela grins, shaking her head quickly. "It sounds interesting, but look at them down there! They're sweating! And the queen is so... queenly." Truth is, Gaby's just skeered. "Oh, I like that last one. It's very elegant and beautiful... I think it's my favorite." She'll probably say that about every egg that comes out. From the sands, "One can't pick up girls when they're the weyrleader?" V'len considers this for a moment. "Hmm... something to keep in mind." Not that either possibility is something he could really aspire to. At V'zan's question, he purses his lips. "That one!" he calls out, pointing to the newest deposit. "Oh, and most likely that one, too." He's really just pointing to the ones he likes, but of course the ones he likes would hold bronzes, no? After all, that's what Yevgeth is. From the sands, Siani is lost in the appearance of the eggs, one by one. She's nearly deaf to the conversation around her, though she picks up enough to send chuckles back to her fellow riders. To V'len she nearly gushes, "They are fantastic eggs so far, V'len. Yevgeth seems to be a marvelous sire." Thanial's jaw drops at the milky white beauty of the newest egg. Blinking against the stunning pureness of its shell, he just shakes his head. "Beautiful," he murmurs softly. Aouda picks up Oberon. M'dan shakes his head "Well, Gaed has his head up a tree, and 'lexie tends to put her fist where her mouth is, so ... I suppose you are right about that. What think you about that most recent egg? Beautiful, isn't it? You like pink, right? I haven't seen many 'pink' eggs." hmmm "I wonder if there might be one here today." From the sands, P'tala tilts her head to acknowledge V'zan's point, which she takes very firmly as a compliment. "Oh yes, I /am/ a woman, aren't I Vez? Thank you." Beaming, she stands up just that much straighter, smirking. V'len gets a giggle--"You know, they might as well all be bronzes. Wouldn't that be interesting? A weyrling class full of young men." She doesn't say it, but the thought is there: mmmm yum. Kishairyn's lips twitch into a smile. "That one makes me deliciously shivery just looking at it," she proclaims, not in the least bit shy about a childish quiver. "They're all lovely," she says to both Anki and the none-too-attentive air. "Hmmm," she contemplates, peering down at the dragons. "I've always wanted to be sure they don't eat people ... but I don't really think that's the method I want to use." Creeping out across the sands, she means. From the sands, "Nearly as good as Noswaith," V'zan adds with a wink towards V'len. "With a little more practice, he may do even better." Maeko laughs aloud, shaking her head. "It's so easy for you!" Eager attention catches the next, so quickly after the previous. "They just keep getting prettier!" She breathes with a giggle, poking Arianna back. "Besides, it's not like I need to. Apprentices don't need to be popular- they just need to get work done." From the sands, V'zan sighs and shakes his head towards the greenrider. "Down, girl. Behave." Fynelox becomes frozen for a moment as he stares at the blush tinted egg, precariously balanced on his toes, it doesn't take much for him to suddenly tilt over onto his fellow apprentices. "Oops!" He scrambles back to his seat with a matching flush of embarrassment on his face, likely due to the glare that the journeywoman watching over the herders is probably directing his way. Ashore oohs appropriately. "It /is/ pink!" Swoon. "All pink and silver. You know, if I was ever searched, I'd want to get a dragon from a pink egg just like that." A sigh is given as the clutch is regarded again. "'Course, if I did impress.. mamma would prolly try to make me give it back or something." As ridiculous as that sounds, remember that this child is only eight turns. Mother is the all powerful being in her life. "It looks like it's got flowers on it." She couldn't adore an egg more.. well, until the next one. Arianna wrinkles her nose. Maeko said the 'W' word. "Maybe. But I'd rather get in with the Masters and Journeymen. That way they aren't as hard to get along with. A good relationship is everything," the girl says in her best sale's pitch before adding: "They are lovely, aren't they! It's a whole rainbow out there. I bet not even the weavers have so many colors!" T'var stands slowly and exchanges his seat for one next to, but behind, a certain Weaver. "Having fun, Anki?" comes the harper-trained tenor, just at the right volume to be heard in the hubbub. "You realize it'll be twice as hard to deflate V'len's ego after this." Wolfetha looks at Fynelox. "Are you ok?" She didn't really mind him falling on her, there are worse people who could fall on you. Like hugely over weight people or Kalian. She then turns back to the eggs, that new one is gorgeous. It reminds her of spring time and flowers. M'dan grins and stifles a cough to cover a chuckle "Well, impression is something that you are still a bit young for little lady, and I am sure that your mother has other plans for you, but you never know what might happen when you get old enough." He leans back and looks out at the sands, and then up to the ledges, not a familiar face in the bunch. Anki turns her head to smile up at T'var. "V'len's ego is really not one you can deflate, is it?" she asks teasingly, squishing aside a little to make space should he want to sit. There are even cute apprentices around and lots of women to have girltalk with. "Yes, I'm having fun. Good memories." From the sands, Suyinth is given a moment of respite in her toil of birth as the rippling shudders and tremors grow quiet. Although no sign of fatigue can be detected, there is a certain sense of relief and even pleasure at being allowed this time to perfect her spreading circle of eggs, making sure each has its own niche. She nuzzles each with her muzzle point, sometimes wiping away the last of the glistening, sometimes simply giving a touch of affection to the occupant growing inside. All too soon, however, the eggs begin their clattering inside, visibly pressing their roundess against their mother's belly, causing her to settle into the sands again and wait for the next to arrive.... for soon it does indeed appear against the sandy landscape. From the sands, Moon's Pale Tear Egg From the sands, Silky lavender and moist azure fog the shell of this medium-sized ovoid, the whole of its orb lying partially eclipsed within the sand. Opaline alabaster teasingly plays in the background, thinly veiled by the darker hues. A tendril of haunting gray creeps up the sides of the egg, seeking a foothold on the splotch of crimson that lingers near the apex. Stains of macabre rouge also mark egg's nadir, a twin to its pinnacle counterpart though left untouched by questing pewter. But there, lurking within the shades of violet, granite and cerulean lies something half seen, still hidden by the mists. Maeko just.. stays out of their way. And offers a giggle at Arianna's comment of the weavers. "Maybe, but I bet any one of them would try to prove that statement wrong!" Eyes wander again over those eggs already upon the sands- definately, all are beautiful, but each person watching would certainly have their own preferences- and as the newest arrives, hers switches. "Oooh." Breathed statement, she tugs at Arianna's sleeve to direct her attention. "Look at that one!" From the sands, P'tala sighs melodramatically, placing the back of her hand gently on her forehead. "If only V'zan were as delightful as Noswaith, maybe we'd have a few more children to fill out the lower caverns." To the Weyrleader, she can only grin, flashing canines. "I am being hayve, Vez." Tongue clucks at this newest egg. "That one's gorgeous... It's a green, for sure." From the sands, V'len is game for the practice, too. But P'tala's comment gets a thoughtful sidelong look and then a headshake. "As much as it could be possible with Yevgeth as the sire, it would unbalance the weyr a bit, don't you think? I mean, there needs to be some female dragons to balance the males. It's only right." V'len starts to nod at V'zan, and then purses his lips again. "I can't see how this clutch could be considered 'nearly as good' as anything else. It's incredible in its' own right! A legend here in the making, actually! You used the word yourself... it is a heralded event!" V'len pauses as the next egg makes an appearance. "See! How can you compare?" Daru appears from **BETWEEN** Gabriela grins and nods, keeping her eyes toward the Sands. There is too much going on that she shouldn't miss. "Oh, no, you don't go out there yourself to see if they eat people, Kish," she replies. "You throw weyrbrats out there." At least that's what she's heard. "Hmm... What do you think of that one?" Kishairyn blinks once, twice, as if it takes her a moment to even register the presence of the shadowy egg ... and then a small murmur, more subdued, almost reverent, escapes her. "Don't have any weyrbrats," she remarks absently, then blinks. "Eh, what? What do I think?" Snapping out of what could almost pass for a reverie, she nonchalantly hooks hands about her knees and whistles. "It's nice," she says. So the egg was pink, Nial can easily ignore that for the lavender and pewter of the second. "Noswaith seems to be a rather good match to Suyinth," he comments idly. "I've yet to see some of the eyesore that Xanadu produces." Of course what's inside is what really counts. Still... if they aren't Fabrinath's get, how bad can they be? Fynelox nods back at Wolfetha, still blushing red. "Aye, I'm alright." he says with a slight squeak, waiting for the next murmur from the crowds before looking again, more cautiously this time. Arianna nods quickly at Maeko's tug. "/That/ one is my favorite!" she says loudly, awarding her a glare from someone nearby. "It looks like...Belior!" One hand points, indicating the latest egg with much grinning and giggling. T'var is comfy where he is, actually, and what greenrider would willingly squish into a horde of excited weavers? Hmmm. Better not to answer that, actually. "I don't know... V'len does have a cute stammer when he gets flustered." Not that Tev would ever pick on bronzeriders. Nah. "Glad to hear it, though. How many of your apprentices do I get to steal under the excuse of Search, hmm?" He's secretly building an army of fanatical tailors, eager to fashion on command. Orrrr...he's teasing. From the sands, And so a quick pattern of egg laying begins anew for Suyinth, with no rest this time as first one egg is birthed, quickly placed before another demands entrance. Perhaps the smallest so far, still it stands tall and proud, perfectly upright as it arrives atop its mound of sand. From the sands, Priestess of Avalon Egg From the sands, Gold lines, like threads, seem to radiate as they twist and turn, weaving strange patterns across this petite egg of predominantly scarlet hue. Ashen wisps swirl and dance like a living thing around shell's entirety, subduing the other colors within its mysterious shroud, daring one to explorer deeper. A crescent of pale blue sits atop ovoid's crest, a shining light that cuts through the shroud of pale silver, a beacon for those who wish to follow its call. From the sands, V'zan humbly apologizes to V'len to forestall further injury to the man's pride. "Of course, V'len. They are truly magnificent. The most impressive clutch I have ever seen." To P'tala he quietly comments, "It's a good thing that Yevgeth si the sire, and not V'len. Could you imagine a hoard of dragonets with his attitude? Almost as worrisome as a group with your attitude." His words taper off into silence as he gazes raptly at the newest egg, echoing his earlier words, "Truly magnificent." Wolfetha nods briefly at Fyne before turning her attention back to the sands. The eggs are all so beautiful, the dragons must have been a good match. "Ooh, how pretty." She murmurs as she catches sight of the next egg. It seems rather small though... "As long as you pay prime rates for them, you can have the whole cadre of them," Anki mutters dryly. "Let's say...oh, what does a good runner go for these days? Twenty marks? I think we'll push that up to forty. Each," she mutters succinctly. "Fifty if they're seniors, sixty if they're journeymen." A ooooh of appreciation sounds at the latest egg, a smile given. Gabriela chuckles and shrugs. "You could always borrow some, Kish?" The trader winks, though this may not be seen. "Oh! I like that one too. That one and the other one... the one that looked like a flower garden, in my opinion." Ashore bobs her head, giving a shrug in the process. "I don' care, anyhow. Mamma wants me to be a crafter.. maybe a weaver or a harper or somethin'." Clearly, this is not what she would consider fun a the moment. "You know what I wanna do? I wanna work in the gardens, make all of those pretty flowers grow." No one clue her in that gardening involves dirt, bugs, and other 'icky' things. "Crafting takes too long.. s'pecially if you start as soon as you can get the knot." More grinning, more giggling, Maeko tugs Arianna again to point out the next- as if she wouldn't notice on her own. "Hey! Look at the colors on that one. It's pretty!" Same statement that has been said of them all, of course. She clutches at the seat below her, knuckles turning white, though her attention doesn't notice, drawn as it is towards the sands. "I think I still like the fiery one best." Kishairyn whistles softly, fingers tapping on the convenient platform of her knees. "Reminds me of something Cera was talking about the other evening," she says softly. "A dress ... with gold and blue ..." Amusement flickers through her smile before she openly grins. "I could, at that. Surely there'd be some brats that no one would miss." Aouda sighs once more, shrugging her shoulders slightly to relieve a bit of tension that had built up in her back. Aaah...that was better. This was an interesting spectacle, and worth the added chores she'd probably be put up to later. Lovely. From the sands, Suyinth appears to be struggling for a moment as she moves her golden body to a new spot in the sands. Unlike some of the previous eggs, this one pushing against her belly appears to be causing her more difficulty. Straining, she bellows a loud rumble, hunching down as the egg is finally released. From the sands, Ignoble Eidolon Egg From the sands, With secrets and purpose shrouded in the dead grayness of unrelenting fog and the despairing ebon of cold obsidian, the size, nay, the very shape of the ovoid is difficult to discern from a distance, especially in the midst of its siblings. Just beyond the enigmatic and formless veil the truth lurks, awaiting the bravest of souls to quest deeper. Bloodstained lightning from the depths of torment strikes violently across the gravelly surface in jagged forks of liquid scarlet, shattering the mist-clouded obsidian. Like clawing fingers, each strike strains towards the pinnacle, towards the prize eternally out of reach. Atop egg's crest there curls a smooth torque of flat, shadowy silver, waiting in anticipation of inheritance denied. Luin appears from **BETWEEN** M'dan shakes his head "You know, Ashore, I was a weaver before I was searched with Lyllya, and we both impressed. The same could happen for you. If you want to work in the gardens, that would be more like what your father does. Trebore spends a lot of time in the stables, cleaning and tending the runners. Gardening is taking care of flowers, and you have to dig dirs to plant flowers, and pull up weeds all the time." Kalian walks in. Arianna shakes her head. "No no, that one, that one /there/ is--er--" She glances from the moon egg to the avalon egg. "They're both my favorite, but for different reasons," she decides finally. There. "The Belior one is.." she stops as the latest eggs hits the sands. "Oh, my. I wonder what kind of dragon will hatch from /that/?" She arches her brows, one finely boned hand tapping Maeko. Again, as if the other girl hand't seen it! Thanial blinks at the two latest eggs, a shiver slipping up and down his stiff spine. "Now those eggs," he shudders lightly. "I wouldn't want to meet up with the secrets those eggs hold on a dark night." Oh no. Scary they are... and Nial's just smart enough to stay away from scary. Sometimes. From the sands, P'tala cackles at V'zan's comment, pointing at the eggs and saying, "They wouldn't survive very long. They'd get together and try to outdo each other so much that they'd never choose candidates..." The lengthy teasing is cut off firmly as the next egg comes out, and the girl's eyes widen in conjunction with her jaw dropping. "Wow... Now that's a lovely egg." P'tala has issues, she /knows/. Aouda ahs. Wow...undoubtedly, this last egg is her favorite. Unbelievable emotion, darkness...there's an aura about this one, almost. Wow. Ah! Kalian! Another familiar face, thankfully. With a grin, Aouda waves to the herder. Continued in Part 2 Back to Fort Weyr Logs |