Fort Weyr's Fall 2000 Hatching (Part 1) Sunday, October 8, 2000 Gold Joceth & Brown Anuith The World of Pern(tm) copyright (c) 1967 by Anne McCaffrey. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. Log courtesy of Anki POV from the Hatching Sands ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hatching Sands Waves of heat wash fleeting mirages across the burning sands, adding to the unreal sense of age combined with agelessness that breathes within the sweltering air.  Cowed by the cavern's stony immensity, the galleries huddle near the bowl entrance, below the tiered ranks of viewing ledges that, come Hatching time, hold the matching ranks of dragons who cascade encouragement and welcome to the young lives that begin here -- /here/ -- amid the sweaty shuffle and grit of whispering sand. You see Sands logger, Joceth, Creamy Ostrich Egg, Ashy Phoenix Egg, Hundred Year Old Egg, Chocolate Candy Egg, Delectable Soft-Boiled Egg, Russian Folk-Art Egg, Fossilized Dinosaur Egg, Dibhala's Century Egg, Intricate Vedrfolnir Egg, Child's Hand-Painted Easter Egg, Daintily Foreign Kinder Egg, Ancient Chinese Tea Egg, Anuith, and Sinth here. Kiyo, J'lia, Phoenix, Siani, Elisa, Kerryn, Br'kka, and V'zan are here. Obvious exits: Exit "But of course," Phoenix answers, dryly.  "And yes, they are.  It would be more acceptable, though, if we didn't already have about sixteen.  Pardon me...."  She hurries off after Aliria J'lia waves the two off, and settles back where she is. Eggs to watch over, and all, although her gaze is closely followed by Anuith's, and not only are his eyes bigger, but he's got all the cool facets. V'zan rushes onto the sands, dragging a weaver along behind him. He greets everyone with a quick wave as he moves to his appointed position. Russian Folk-Art Egg stirs, hesitantly at first.  A subtle shifting.  A twitch really. Child's Hand-Painted Easter Egg twitches... perhaps. Could be a figment of the imagination, though. You know how kids' things are, after all. Creamy Ostrich Egg vibrates softly in its little mound of sand, a pebble near a stampeding beast. "But...I can't go on the sands! I should be up there in the...ouch! Shards!" Anki quickfoots it behind V'zan, sandals not much thicker than the Candidates'. Hundred Year Old Egg gives an ancient shudder, like an old man in a draught, huddling miserably closer to the Sands. Ashy Phoenix Egg trembles ever so slightly, shivering and shimmering on the heated sands. Kerryn shuffles most inelegantly to the sands, absently tugging and plucking and brushing and what-not at her dressy dress.  Dumb thing still doesn't feel Right.  Though, to be fair, it's a good deal more comfy than much heavier clothes.  Past the egglings and towards the assembling peoples over yonder. Weaver. Hello weaver. J'lia waves to the two, and jumps down from Anuith's limb as he begins the humming thing for real. Eggs rocking, and Jules should probably be out of the way as he warms up the croud. "What's she doing here?" Eyes narrow only slightly...not hostile. Merely curious. Okay, perhaps slightly hostile, as a self-conscious hem-tug is made. V'zan simply states, "Too late now, Anki.  Just enjoy the show from up close, and don't get in the way of any dragonets."  He throws his shoulders back, stands up straight and proud, slipping on the invisible mantle of Weyrleader. Marduk walks onto the sands. Laytonal walks onto the sands. Tembaro walks onto the sands. Vallen walks onto the sands. Kirah walks onto the sands. Elisa raises an eyebrow at V'zan and tsks. "Arrogant bronzerider," she observes playfully. Goes well with egotistical golds. <<Hey!>> "Good day, Anki," she greets with a wink. Lilian walks onto the sands. Valader walks onto the sands. Kindri walks onto the sands. Raniya walks onto the sands. Siani waves to V'zan and Anki, crooking and eyebrow and smiling widely. Victoria walks onto the sands. Br'kka walks onto the sands. Chocolate Candy Egg shivers with anticipation. Now? Not yet. Anki grins slightly at J'lia. "I see you got the dress. You look adorable in pink." A wink, then a sober nod and a retreat to the closest shelter there is. Bow, bow all around. "Weyrwoman. Weyrwoman...oh, heck. Hello, everyone." Khardan walks onto the sands. Giorge walks onto the sands. Drugan walks onto the sands. P'tala walks onto the sands. Kaski walks onto the sands. Aliria walks onto the sands. Phoenix walks onto the sands. Intricate Vedrfolnir Egg waits until the anxious candidates arrive before making its first move, a dramatic side-to-side skittering motion. Laytonal walks onto the Sands, trying to keep his shaking down to a minimum. Striding in front of the clutch parents, he bows to each one, showing his respect to them.  He then walks further to a place not too far from the eggs. Ancient Chinese Tea Egg appears calm and serene, but is that possibly a shiver running across its surface? J'lia oohs gleefully as candidates come. "Look, Kiyo! Our candidates." She's getting into the swing things, and crooking a rather...wry smile Anki's way. "It shall burn," she says in retaliation. "Unless I can find some trollop who can appreciate its er...complexities better." Aliria shoos the last candidates onto the sands, pushing a rather nervous pair from High Reaches onto the sands, their hands clenched together. Child's Hand-Painted Easter Egg shifts a bit, catching the excitement in the air. Play? Raniya latches onto Lilian as soon as sandals touch sand, stark eyes widening. The eggs. They're.. twitching. Clutch mommy and daddy are given apprehensive curtsies. "Ohh... beans." That was eloquent. Kindri walks quickly yet gracefully to the sands behind some of her fellow candidates, she bows politely to the Queen and the sire of the clutch as well as to their lifemates and the Weyrleadership represented on the sands.  She smiles brightly as she heads towards a semi-circle forming about the eggs and smiles over to Tembaro, "Hey Temby, want to stand with me?" She smiles brightly and then looks stunned as she sees the start of the eggs moving and stays still, her eyes drifting to her favorite egg, the hand painted one. J'lia tugs her hem again, too, as Anuith pauses humming to rumble rather admonishingly toward his rider. "Yes, yes. Shut up and greet your kids." "Places, places, everyone.  Look sharp, and make the Weyr proud!"  V'zan plasters a broad, beaming smile onto his face, masking the nervousness he still feels at every hatching. Br'kka enters quietly and bows to Joceth Kiyo J'lia and Anuith before moving over beside Kerryn with a grin "Memories, Memories eh?" Siani ahs, looking over the gaggle of white robes.  "A nice lot, don't you think Elisa?" she mentions to the Xanadian Weyrwoman beside her, waggling an index finger in the direction of the candidates. Valader bows to the appropriate dragons, glancing at rocking eggs and swallowing. "Uhm," he says ever so eloquently. What a man, eh? Kirah steps onto the hot sands, her feet only pausing for short times on the hot surface.  Could they possibly have gotten any hotter? She doesn't think so. A quick bow is given to those deserving, and with that she turns her full attention to the eggs. They're moving....amazing. Creamy Ostrich Egg gives a soft shiver, then stills. Not yet, not yet. Lilian walks along with Raniya, she looks to her then to the other candidates, she feels the heat heat of the sands invade her sandals... She latches right back onto Raniya with one hand.  She smiles at the queen and the brown and their riders giving them a polite bow type thing.  Eyes watch the eggs, "Raniya... They are moving..." Yeah, that is about all she can get out. Laytonal eyes V'zan and his exuberance.  "Well, at least /he's/ enthusiastic," he mutters to no-one in particular.  The heat starts getting to him almost immediately, and he puts his dance knowledge into action. Victoria slips slowly onto the sands, trying to maintain some calmness but not having much luck. Following generous examples she bows, deeply and laden with the respect deserved for the clutch parents. That done she continues on, steeping forward and trying not to notice the heat under her feet. Kerryn hums quietly to herself.   Nudge, nudge, wink wink, say no more. Hello, yes?  "Lookit, they're here," she announces after a number of white robed victims get herded onto the somewhat warm sands.  To whom she announces this helpful tidbit is vague, though, since she's still moving hither and yon to pick Her Spot. Khardan joins the others, his nervous bow nearly overbalancing him as he rushes onto the sands. Once he's steady, he trots towards Vallen and Kindri, looking harried. " I hope those stitches hold," he worries. Trust the Tanner... Daintily Foreign Kinder Egg allows itself a graceful squirm, gleefully quivering--and stops. A gentle tease, and those loving wriggles cease. Elisa laughs and nods to Siani. "A fine bunch, aye," she agrees. "May have to borrow a couple of them in a couple of Turns," she says sweetly with a wink. "Playmates for Zivath, you know." Russian Folk-Art Egg's obsidian darkness swells for a moment as life stirs within.  Just a moment then all is quiet again.  Not a crack mars the creeping spirals or horrific folk-tale images. Aliria grimaces and shifts her feet in the sands dance. Glare once more encompasses Sinth and Joceth. Wretched beasts. She /could/ be wearing sensible boots if not for them. She minces her way to a cooler spot at the back, waiting to begin escorting newly Impressed pairs. Tembaro appears outwardly nonchalant as he strides onto the sands with his white-robed fellows. He pauses to bow elaborately to queens and riders before smiling at Kindri and sauntering over to stand next to her. "It would be my pleasure, Kindri. Kaski, would you care to join us?" he calls over to another one of his friends. Kiyo is here and would be hugely excited if it weren't for something. Her outfit. She tries to save face and ignore it as much as possible. Eyeing the candidates as the file in. "One never truely gets use to this do they," is publicly mused towards anyone listening. Vallen strides onto the sands, trying his very best to appear as self-confident as possible - and failing miserably.  A formal bow, complete with a wary eye to Joceth is offered to the clutch parents, and he takes a deep breath, then scans the stands. Too far to see up there, but Mummy's watching . . a quick wave to the sands and he moves forward with the rest of the candidates. Kaski pads in, near the end of the line, looking around worriedly. Gulp. A stumbling bow, and respect is payed in the direction of the dragon on the sands, before candidate bounds onward to attach herself to Tembaro and Kindri's little group. "Sure." Is piped nervously. Ashy Phoenix Egg's charcoal-smudged shell vibrates once more, causing maroon spot to waver and deform. Marduk steps onto the sands, chin held high, legs stiff.  He gives Joceth and Anuith a bow or respect and then shuffles off closer to the eggs, ready to do battle. J'lia is cheery-minded in the face of someone with more humiliating garb on than her. "I haven't yet," she points out to Kiyo. "Although, twice hardly counts as experience..." Giorge follows along. Consider him the tag-along. Not quite sure what to do, and perhaps a little nervous too. He gulps. He peers. He...stands. Aliria eyes Kiyo with a twinkle. Things could have been worse. Raniya offers a strained, uneven smile toward her fellow candidates -her friends. "I see, Lil... I see," she confirms quietly, brows swiftly shifting toward her hairline, a line of sweat glistening 'bove and below that raised brow. Hundred Year Old Egg rattles and scruntches down in the Sands, half-tipped as it trembles geriatrically.  Or is that an Oriental bow?  In any case, this most venerable old egg is webbed with new worry-wrinkles, spreading whitely over its already-begrimed surface. Kindri glances over the sands with admiration and a bit of nervousness. She was nervous her first time on these sands and it seems that she still retains the nervousness from her last experience, she smiles as she looks to Tembaro as well as Vallen and Khardan and smiles as the group gets larger by each person, her eyes drifting hoping that  she can see her favorite egg move, she smiles to the others and grins. "Look at them, aren't they superb?" Laytonal sees Kirah, and goes to stand near her.  "Nervous?" he asks, mentally slapping himself for asking such a silly question.  "Heck knows I am." Drugan gets shooed and hurries onto the sand quietly moving behind Kirah to dance from foot to foot "ow ow hot hot." he bows fully and with flourish to Kiyo Joceth Anuith and J'lia with full flourish and /beams/ at them both before adjusting his robe and moving towards the eggs and grinning, he gives them a bow as well, hey might as well right?" Chocolate Candy Egg glimmers and glints, rocking with a bit of a twinkle. P'tala shuffles her feet, dancing that hot-footed dance as she follows her own mommy. "Kerryn! Wait for me!" People are eyed, waved at, ignored, but with the tiny movements of one who does not have centerstage--it /is/ the candies' show after all. Ancient Chinese Tea Egg shivers yet again. Quiet and rather unassuming it's movements could really be considered subtle. A hint perhaps, at a battle within? J'lia proves the point presented to Kiyo, and shifts nervously where she stands, eyes on every egg, and none at once. Which first, which first? "Brown. Of course, Anuith. And they'll all be lovely..." Kiyo focuses her glance on Aliria and starts, "Oh, Al! Remind me after the hatching....I've got something to pass on to you." What, she doesn't say. Distraction, distraction. Kirah almost jumps as Laytonal speaks, so focused was she on the eggs she was almost completely unaware of the other candidates. "Yeah." She confides finally. "More than a litte." She smiles, trying to at least put forth the aura of confidence. Intricate Vedrfolnir Egg weebles and wobbles, root and branch tracings writhing as shell's surface reflects the movements of something hidden within. Hello, yes, again?  Kerryn finally acquires a good place to view and bask all at once, and /someone/ must call her name?  Sigh. "P'tala?  Hurry up, you're late." Peeking over, she purses her lips and waggles a hand in a gesture completely open to interpretation. Aliria eyes Kiyo warily and stays well back on the sands. "Uh, sure...." As in /sure/ she will. Victoria blinks once, heat already causing her mild discomfort but, but sandals releaving some of the effects. A quick look down, checking herself one more time before lifting her eyes back up to the eggs. Movement is spotted and judged, a smile playing over her lips. Two steps to the left, one forward, one right...  Laytonal dances an odd cha-cha, designed to keep his feet from overheating.  His gaze is riveted on the Intricate Egg as it rocks and rolls. Kiyo just sparkles at Aliria. Lilian's brow is slightly sparkly with sweat, and she to looks /very/ nervous, she holds Raniya's hand tightly, not so as to hurt though.  She walks with the other candidates on the sands.  A few eggs are eyed more then others but every time one twitches eyes flitter there. "Is this where we are supposed to stand?" She just guesses as she follows the others. Back solidly against the curve of the Hatching Grounds, Anki's trying to keep out of sight. No marauding dragonets for /her/, thank you. Just burnt feet. Ow. V'zan glances around to make sure Anki is still safe and sound before gazing upon the assembled candidate group.  "Luck to you all," he softly calls out, knowing few would hear him even if he shouted. Vallen sidles over to Khardan. "Well, This is it." Yeah, eloquent. Seems even Vallen doesn't quite know what to say right now. Sweat is already dripping down his back and beading on his brow. Seems a knitting candidate robe wasn't such a good idea after all. Khardan moves his feet against the heat of the sands, his eyes flickering to P'tala. Does she have it? Sweat already begins to bead on his forehead, thick black strands sticking to his skin. Slowly, eyes slide from greenrider to Vallen, and he nods nervously. " Aye." Brevity is met with like. Ashy Phoenix egg now gets his attention, remembered heat flushing his face. Raniya blinks as her vision succumbs to the heat for a moment, one hand securely clinched to Lilian, the other used to battle sweat. "I don't think it rightly matters," she comments soberly, trying for a smile. Feet bake, sandals sizzling. Oh, dear. A quick brush of her brow, Kindri wipes off the sweat that is forming from the heat. She shifts her feet as she moves back and forth as she smiles to her fellow candidates, a smile is given to all, even Vallen. Now since when did she ever give up on being annoyed by him? Her eyes drift to all the eggs that have moved so far glancing over them and with a soft sigh she smiles. Maybe second time is a charm? Joceth rumbles in displeasure. These are /her/ eggs. Since when did she permit them to hatch? -Hrmph- And all these white robes....they just won't do. Nope. But she does nothing, save watch. Br'kka seems absorbed in the hatching or perhaps its the multi conversations going around her. She sort of just well /watches/ and waits for someone to give her an order gulping a bit. Shifting on the hot sands she murmurs to no one in particular "I forgot how hot the sands are." P'tala drapes Khardan's quilt across her shoulders and gives an encouraging wink towards the candidates. Gestures are, more than ought, better received than words at this point. A scooch, a hop, and a hip-waggle towards Kerryn is prelude for her rapid words: "I'll bet anyone the first one's a green. Green is the be-..." A quick cut-off, a quicker amendment. "Green is perfect." Ancient Chinese Tea Egg wavers in the heat. Playing tricks on the eyes, it half-turns and waits, turns again, then stops. Anuith isn't quite so upset as Joceth--instead he refrains from pacing, and *twitches* in place, a low-aimed rumble sweeping out from under him and seeking to encompass all the eggs. Hatch! Be alive! Knock J'lia down, while you're at it! Laytonal shoots a glance at P'tala, catching the implied word, 'Best'.  He narrows his eyes warily, then turns attention elsewhere. Hundred Year Old Egg flinches, weakens further, as the hammer-blows from within knock it in a swooping spiral across the sands.  Deeper and deeper, the white webs the black, trickling tickly patters across the age-softened folds of color.  Grimy and aged, the misshapen Hundred Year Old Egg gives a leaping shudder, like a struck gong.  Mica-flecks glimmer amidst the shower of dark shards as lurid color unfolds into a lithe serpentine of dragonet. Sassy Mushu Green Dragonet Serpentine from neck to tail, this flamboyant dragonet glares electric lime betwixt cursive-curls of slate-hued incense.  Ungainly limbs protrude scuttlewise from the technicolor harlequin of streamlined body, and small, blunt claws send ripples of gong-brass up forelimbs, jarring against the deft lizard quickness that tenses sloped shoulders and the long ellipses of hips.  Bright, brighter, brightest are neon neckridges, backlit against smoky spine.  Wedge-shaped head has long, dark tendrils of navy tangling along jaw and throat, while broad, stocky wingsails slink slyly close to elongated flanks. Ashy Phoenix Egg begins to lean towards the white-robed candidates, further, further, further, threatening to topple onto its side. Giorge stands straight. Yeah, that's it. At least... that's what he's supposed to do, isn't it? Chin up, hands at sides and... blink. A dragon? Child's Hand-Painted Easter Egg slowly begins rocking in its little hollow. Lah da dee dah... dah. Lah dee da daaaah... M'hail proudly stands to one side of the Sands, with his team of Assistant Weyrlingmasters, nodding to Br'kka as Br'kka comments about the heat.  "Aye, 'tis quite hot, truly."  He watches the candidates closely, motioning for several youngsters to fan out around the eggs. Kaski wriggles her hands next to her side, switching from being lopsided on the right, to lopsided on the left, depending on which foot is being lifted to save itself fromt he heat upon the sands. Biting her bottom lip, Ski gives a glance across the wobbling eggs, sweat announcing hatching-induced nervousness. Lilian nods a bit to Raniya, standing near the others.  She watches the eggs move, eyes spot Vallen who doesn't look  as confident as before, perhaps about the conersation they had earlier....  Then it happens the first egg breaks.. a green..  Hand cliches Raniya, "A green!" She stammers out... "This is amazing..." Aliria ahs as the first dragonet breaks shell. Green. Sinth, of course, approves. And keeps careful watch on where her shards scatter for collection later. Kirah flicks a nervous glance over to the rumbling queen.  /That/ didn't sound good.  A deep sigh as she tries to regain her composure, as if this experience wasn't stressful enough. "Ooooh." She says unable to contain herself, it's really happening. Laytonal inhales in a quick gasp at the green's hatching.  "Oh!  A green!" He stares at P'tala.  How did /she/ know? Khardan's breath draws in as he regards the new dragonet. " Green," he murmurs, not nearly as adverse to that color as many males. Of course, he has his reasons. " She's rather... interesting." Marduk eyes the green carefully, sniffing at her.  No, no, she's not the one. V'zan gives Kiyo a thumb's up sign.  "First one's a beauty." Kindri shakes her head and giggles softly and stands very quiet as the first egg hatches a green. A green? How beautiful! Kindri looks over to Vallen, Tembaro, Kaski and Khardan, "Hey look isn't she pretty? Vallen maybe she'll go for you!" Of course that's a blunt tease towards the young artisan. Kerryn gives P'tala a peculiar look.  "Bets are thoroughly inappropriate, you know, especially since there's no logical way to support one particular side or position other than sheer intuition and wishful thinking and thus, since skill is absent, the challenge is purely happenstance, which is..." Hum?  Peer.  Ponder.  "You won, anyway." J'lia laughs, P'tala's way. "Good call." And then she's swept up in it all, looking over the dragonet with a mild sigh. "She's lovely, Anuith, lovely..." Slight disapproval, however, comes in that--"And so very...bright." Celaenoth all over again? Let's hope not. Anki ohs softly at the sight of the first dragonet spilling onto the sands, forgetting feet for a moment. "Beautiful, beautiful." Vallen pales a little as the first egg hatches. A green. Oh no. "Don't let it come near me, please" he stammers. He's heard about greens - and steps discretely behind Khardan. He can have it. He'd /like/ a green. "Very bright, that one is," announces Siani, fighting the reflex to shield her eyes.  "Still, she's really intriguing.  Can't say I remember seeing one so vivid in a while.  If ever.  Nice going, Joceth and Anuith." She gives the clutch parents a wide smile. Kiyo gives in somewhat to her lifemate's agitation, or perhaps it's all her own. She begins to shift about in place, inevitable pacing back and forth. And could she possibly be....scratching? She pauses long enough to beam V'zan a prideful look before moving on. Raniya inhales raspily, eyes squinting against the glare of the dragonet's hide, and the suddeness of the arrival. "You're right," she breathes slowly, glancing toward Vallen after catching the tall-end of Kindri's teasing. Hee. Drugan glances at the first egg and just /ooooos/ giving the nearest candie a nudge and stating the obvious brightly "A green! Isn't she pretty?" Tembaro stolidly avoids rocking back and forth in the legendary Dance of the Hatching Ground Sands. See? He's cool, calm and collected all the way through. That is, until the first dragonet makes its entrance. His look of surprise is brief, however, and soon replaced with a bright smile. "Ah, a green, such a beauty of verdancy," he says. Oh, great. Just what everyone needs -- a poetic Tembaro. Dibhala's Century Egg rocks gently in the passage of the green, biding time as only a centenarian can. Valader looks and blinks. Several times. "A dragon." Well, no kidding, Valader. What was he expecting? Runners? He's a master of the obvious. Victoria stops her rocking from one foot to the next, attention gathered by what is first a breaking shell then a eye-catching green dragonet. "Green!" Is called quietly, eyes all for the bright first hatched. She looks over at the other candidates, standing white in groups or by themselves, she shrugs, concentrating on the eggs and nods dragonet in her view. Another shiver, another miniscule slip to the right. Creamy Ostrich Egg stills, smooth cupola still unmarked. Kaski's mouth forms an 'O' as she reaches up to cling to Tembaro's arm, managing to clench it into a fist, even while encircling something. "Beautiful." She stammers agreeably, gaze flitting across the green dragonet. Anuith welcomes this first daughter with a slight tipping back on haunches, to spread wings and croon. Not First daughter, but certainly *a* First daughter, and she shall do him proud. Some sort of pride conveys in his humming rumble, when head is angled to direct it Joceth's way. Intricate Vedrfolnir Egg trembles as if chilled by a cool breeze, but bides its time, content to wait.  No need to hurry. Chocolate Candy Egg quiets. Hunkered down in the sands, it hides awhile. P'tala simply squeals. In actuality, her squeal is quite complicated and involves many sounds, the most vivacious on the sands, no doubt. "Look at her! She's... she's... Wow." Eye-attracting is what she meant to say. Really. Kerryn is beamed at, and hands pull themselves into a shrug. Perfect. Green. Remember? Ancient Chinese Tea Egg rocks now. Furiously. Inspired perhaps by clutchmates arrival, or something more. Veins pulsing and throb to an inner rhythm, slowly surely turning into ever increasing cracks. Kindri eyes drift once more away to the hand-painted egg, a soft sigh drifts from her lips as she shifts her feet across the sands where she stands, she tugs at her rob slightly to make sure it's sitting right and nods with a reassurance that it won't fall off or something. Goodness forbid something embarrassing as that! She would just die on the spot if that happened. She keeps her attention mainly on the hand-painted egg and then makes sure she does see the other eggs too after all, you can't just be biased against one of them. She looks over to Kaski, "Wasn't that one your favorite egg? The one that green came from?" She thought she heard it was. Br'kka grins at M'hail "Sorta brings up memories eh M'hail?" eyes appraise the green dragonnet as she hatches, she grunts "that' one's gonna be trouble I can /feel/ it." she comments with a wry grin towards M'hail. Lilian seems to have forgot to breath, a long breath escaping her mouth, this is to much for her to handle. Eyes watch Vallen hide behind Khardan with a slight smirk.. "Seems we scared him..." She says softly to Raniya. Joceth pauses as the first is out. /Her/ first. Well, at least for now. Pride, yes pride is very evident is this queens expression as she offers to her daughter a welcoming croon. Laytonal steps - or dances - closer to his fellow Harper Apprentice.  "Which one is your favourite?" he says in a low tone.  He keeps watch on the Intricate Egg, eyeing its movements. Russian Folk-Art Egg shifts again.  Another swelling bulges the shell, pushing ask those timid brushes of saffron, trying to find a soft spot through which to crack the images.  No such luck...yet. Perfect?  Hardly, hardly.  And it's a Weyrwoman's thankless job to point out such obvious oversights.  Kerryn examines the young green for a long few moments, then observes in P'tala's general direction, "She's too shiny.  Her limbs are too long and her body too little, and the..."  No one's paying attention?  Well, nevermind, then.  She was running out of imperfections far too quickly anyway. Just to make sure, Anki slipsliiiiiides over to a convenient knot of riders. They're already fitted with lifemates, so technically safe, see? "Brekks? M'hail? Mind if I stand here? /Someone/ dragged me on here." A disgusted look towards a certain bronzer's back. Giorge clears his throat for no reason in particular, it just seems the right thing to do. He gives an appreciative nod towards that newly hatched green. Quiet lovely. Bo-o-o-ong!  It's not the sound that matters, it's the results.  And Sassy Mushu Green Dragonet is every bit as jolting as that noise.  She doesn't pause a moment before haring off, long limbs bending ridiculously to put her as close to the ground as possible.  Neon 'ridges ride in an arch across the Sands, undulating attitudinally as that wedge-shaped head swings back and forth.  The nervous pair from High Reaches is promptly run over.  No time for that!  A shrill chirrup, not entirely respectful, is given as she spies the bulk of her dam.  Khardan casts an amused glance at Tembaro. " You should have been a weaver," he remarks with amusement, before twisting his neck to regard Vallen. " What's the matter? Don't like her?" Oh, cruel Khard. But his smile, while smirking, is understanding. If sad. Daintily Foreign Kinder Egg manages an enthusiastic tremor, a playful tickle of motion down its layered side, trying to penetrate here... or here? An almost sullen shake, and the ovoid stays still--no move for you. Kirah too seems to be caught up in that familiar dance, she's used to boots and these sandals just don't cut it. In response to Laytonal's question she shrugs. "Does it really matter?" Ashy Phoenix Egg continues to list to one side, ashen surface disturbed by dormant embers lying beneath the surface. J'lia cringes, shoulders raising as chin lowers. "Kiyo. This is all Joceth's fault." Unless, dear Faranth...a terrified glance is darted P'tala's way. Kindri glances over as she sees M'hail near the other riders on the sands, she bites her lips softly as she looks to him with a smile. Ooo this is going to be quite the hatching that's for sure. She grins in M'hail's direction. Raniya tilts a faint grin toward Lilian, a glance wavering toward Joceth for a moment. Curious, nervous gaze settles on the green, glassy gaze still squinted, and feet ever-shuffling. Hothothot. Egg motion is deserving of glances to, and they're all studied. Green dragonet is sidestepped. Let's not be smushed, just yet. Laytonal shrugs.  "No, I suppose not.  Which one do you think will hatch next, then?"  He shifts into a conga rhythm, for interest. Kiyo blinkblinks at J'lia, "Joceth's fault? How so?" M'hail doesn't mind, certainly.  He shifts slightly towards Br'kka, to make room for the weaver.  "Certainly, Anki," he greets, but he follows the pleasurably undulating movements of the green as she wends her way across the Sands, a mist forming o'er his aqua eyes at the sight.  He glances quickly towards the viewing ledges, and Eurydath, who croons softly from above. Aliria just shakes her head. "We're going to be busy," she notes dryly, watching the sassy little green dart here and there. Ancient Chinese Tea Egg fractures evermore. Marbled surface now covered in distorting cricks and cracks. Hardly recognizable, it's surface shudders with anticipation. Tembaro can deal with his arm being clung to by a pretty young lady. Really, he can. He smiles encouragingly at Kaski, then glances back at the green. "Just look at her -- that smoky color amidst that green is quite the effect, don't you think?"  He turns to Khardan and lifts one shoulder in an eloquent shrug. "Ah, but it was the life of the messenger that called to me, that duty to communication without which we would surely be lost." He's not proud of his work or anything, of course not. Vallen is peering over Khardan's shoulder, ducking each time he imagines the green might be looking in his direction. "Did it impress?" he whispers anxiously. "She's just . . not for me. Better for you." Or someone else. Anyone else. Br'kka grins at Anki "not at all." she chuckles softly "What's wrong Don't want to get front row seats?" she winks at Anki and adds "Or are the sands /just/ too hot?" of course notice she's not standing still either. V'zan is oblivious to the glance cast his way by Anki.  He's far too focused on the actions of the newly-hatched dragonet to pay heed to anything short of an earthquake. Marduk appraises the newly hatched green again, eyes roaming over her brilliant features before he clucks his tongue and turns his gaze to the others.  He focuses, in particular, on the fossil looking egg, staring at its colors.  Lost for a moment.  Is she here, somewhere? J'lia thinks this over. "Um. Because that can't possibly be *Anuith*'s daughter." She eyes her brown, who is still busy greeting the newcomer. "And, um." Nevermind. Calm serenity is boldly ruptured. Previously shy cracks are now as bold and determined as the life within.  Then, with little notice, the last remnants of the Ancient Chinese Tea Egg explode in a triumphant shower of shards that alight around the conquering figure within.  Victory!  His goal, his freedom achieved. It is now time for this Guardian to seek his life's purpose. Celestial Guardian Brown Dragonet Burnt umber sears across dragonet's refined, eloquent form with determination and passion unparalleled from acute, pointed muzzle to the sensual swirl of his serpentine tail.  Rolling ridges, echoing an angry sea, are kissed with the gift of a deep bronze that dares to sweep out and encase wingspars, perhaps sweeping further still to lap across staunch flanks.  In contrast, wingsails boast a prism of colours upon their damask canvas, while raw sienna burns its way across his underbelly, highlighting and blending with his otherwise dark hues, drawing to a bold accent of flame-gold upon talons' curves and tail's tip. Child's Hand-Painted Easter Egg rocks-a-bye-baby... but that's getting boring. So now it rocks a little more vigrously... and even turning in circles. Ring around the rosie? The pair from High Reaches get up and shakily brush each other off, white-faced. A strategic retreat is made to the back of the candidate circle. They keep clinging together there, in the supposed safety of the back ranks. Laytonal's eyes widen at seeing the brown make his appearance.  "Awww...he's adorable...in his own way," he mutters to Kirah. Giorge tugs at his white tunic. It's a little shorter than he'd really prefer y'see. Not quite so noble, especially in such an exciting event. He tugs a couple more time, before gaping, dropped mouth at the newest arrival. Kindri glances over to Khardan with a smile, "Isn't that green a beauty?" She smiles brightly and laughs. "She'll definately be a handful it seems." Of course anything besides a runner would be a handful. Then a soft 'oh' comes from Kindri's lips as she sees a brown hatch. "Ooo he's definitely a handsome one." She looks to the ever more vigorously rocking easter egg and smiles, that one looks like it's playful, maybe it's occupant is playful. Just her type too. P'tala manages a return glance to J'lia, giggling maniacally as her feet and words--yelled, at least--announce her coming. "Green," she says, then squints an eye. "These'd be, what, Celaenoth's... half-siblings? Aww, aren't they cute? Adorable. Wonderful. Remember... /Celaenoth/ is Anuith's daughter." Kirah chuckles and points to the Chinese Tea Egg, "That one." She says as the little brown emerges. Yes it took great talent to predict that one. "No I figure it's best to just take what comes out here." Khardan nibbles his lip. " I dunno," replies the tanner-candie. " She has a certain appeal. I think you and she'd get along perfectly." A soft smirk. " Don't worry, Vallen, I'll protect you." Faranth help him. Lilian eyes are darting all over the sands, she looks across the eggs for a while at some of the already riders, perhaps one in particular.  Eyes are caught at the next egg breaking, hand nearly goes up as the next hatches, "Oh look Raniya, arn't they beautiful?" She has never seen anything like this before... so close... Drugan watches the green bounce and grins then the brown and blinks he sidles towards Kirah and Giorge and replies "Both are. Feel sorry for the one who gets the bouncy one though." "It's...she's...moving." Kaski whispers, poking Tembaro into the side with her free hand, then motioning towards the hatchling bounding about on the sands. A little grin forms on candidate's face, peeking through the nervousness as she looks back up at Tembaro. Whatever he just said, it described the dragonet perfectly. M'hail catches sight of the newest brown, admiring the gold playing across talons and tail.  "I'd forgotten how small t'dragons are when just Hatched," he notes to Br'kka and Aliria, his face splitting into a grin at his own lapse of memory. Anki sniffs. "I would've been very happy in the cheap seats," she grumbles, trying to find a somewhat-cool spot. Still, eyes round and a wobbly smile appears. "They're quite fetching so far." J'lia ahs in delighted satisfaction. "Brown." She'll forgive the green, if...ah, yes. "/That/ one is lovely. And look at the dark on him..." She says, for P'tala's benefit; "There's a bad egg in every clutch. Although...Celaenoth wasn't *bad*. Just hard to deal with." Like this one. Chocolate Candy Egg quivers a bit, as though sensing its siblings' activities on the sands. Can it play too? Raniya blinks, attention drawn from the fast-moving green to the now-newest brown. "Ooo..." is about all she can muster, a light quiver a sensible reaction, it would appear. "Yes, Lil... they're both beautiful," she whispers, shaking out a bit of sand that's lodged in her sandal. Elisa looks over at Anki and grins. Doomed to roast on the Sands, one way or another. She can almost feel sorry for the weaver. Almost. Not quite. She's roasting, too, and Zivath's up /there/ where it's cool. "Oh, do hush, Ziv," she mutters. Tembaro grins approvingly at the newly-hatched brown. "Just look at that umber. And that sharp little muzzle. He's a beaut." He's good at stating the obvious, isn't he? A critical eye for every dragonet, and then his own personal commentary. He should've been an art critic. Siani mmms over the new brown, "Nice specimen, that one.  Very nice.  Anuith does produce good stock.  Joceth too.  Maybe Suyinth should give Anuith a chance so we can see what those two would produce."  The Weyrwoman taps her chin, lingering on such thoughts. A small crack wends its way amongst the branches on the surface of Intricate Vedrfolnir Egg, hinting at what is to come. Celestial Guardian Brown Dragonet is here. Yes he's /here/. He takes a moment to adjust to this new world. Unfurling damp wings, he shows them off for the very first of many times. Then, another first is taken in a step.... towards the One he knows is here. Kirah looks to Drugan with a nod and a smile, "I'll second you on that one, she's going to be a handful and then some." Perhaps she'll mellow with age. Br'kka grins at M'hail and nods eyes playing over the dragonets and Candidates. Smiles are given to each and she replies to Anki "But..you miss so /much/ there." she teases playfully and then replies to M'hail "hard to believe they start out so small eh?" Laytonal casts his gaze over the brown, identifying his virtues and faults, then looks over to the Chocolate Egg.  "Like a...sweetroll, almost," he says to himself. "/Celaenoth/," P'tala informs the unwilling clutchdaddy haughtily, "was perfect. Just ask, um..." Someone who would agree. ie, nobody. "Oooh, lookit the colors on that brown," the weyrsecond says with the same intonation as 'lookit the rear on that guy'. Yikes. Aliria nods to M'hail. "Indeed. Hard to believe they'll be packing people through the skies in a couple turns." Shaking her sandals and feet she gets a disgusted look on her face, yuck sand in between the toes, that's nasty, she moves to the side and smiles as she watches the brown and green dragonets as they start their search for their lifemate and then back to the moving eggs, after all there is so much to watch, she'll probably miss something but who cares, she's having fun. "Khardan, who do you think those two will go for?" Oops that was Kindri. Dibhala's Century Egg rolls idly to one side, then the other, then stops suddenly, a single crack appearing to mar smooth surfaces. Khardan regards the pair of dragons on the Sands. Finally, the brown is ignored in favor of the green, and curious emerald eyes follow her movements. " He's nice," is absently remarked, as all of the other Candidates seem to think that compliments are necessary. " I haven't the faintest, Kin." His fellow is given a rueful grin. J'lia lifts an eyebrow in Siani's direction. "Is that a proposition, weyrwoman?" Anuith is too busy admiring his progeny--his son--to give any sort of delighted bugle at the notion of more children. His rider, however, turns to linger on her cider flask while letting attention swerve back to that brown. Victoria looks quickly over from one dragonet to the next, a strong brown just newly arrived and the daring green. She is caught, gaze torn between both of the colors, trying to keep track of both. Along with the occasional shift from one foot to the next, she is forced to blink then returns to her adoring gazing. Drugan watches the brown dragonet with Awe and murmurs "He's awfully handsome." he grins then cheerfully "And the green's bouncy. What egg do you like Kirah?" Celaenoth was allll Anuith's fault.  Tanrhith said so.  Kerryn gives a meaningful look to, um, well, nothing in particular.  Distracted?  Never.  Just thinking too much.  "Green, brown..  Female, male...  So logically, another female would emerge, and without a gold, it should be a green.  Which, statistically, would be supported regardless..." V'zan calls out towards the assembled Weyrwomen, "I say we celebrate with a bottle of Benden's finest after this.  My treat."  The man's smile is no longer forced, as the excitement of a hatching has firmly settled in, driving away any remaining nervousness. Vallen doesn't think Khardan is helping any. He ducks his head down once again. "Just tell me when she impresses . . ." he moans. A glance up catches sight of the brown, and his eyes linger a little. That one's pretty wonderful. It's got style. It's got class. It's male. Lilian wabbles a bit back and forth lifting one foot then the other from the heat, though it doesn't seem to help much.  Much hotter here then the southern continent...  Eyes follow the brown and the green, as they venture out.  She is now becoming a little speechless, just looking to Raniya and the other candidates as well. Sassy Mushu Green Dragonet gives a succinct opinion of her father as well, snorts challengingly at the less-large hump of Sinth, and flickers onward, , broad wingsails protruding like elbows.  Each Candidate group is inspected as she shoves and beleaguers, snapping at a thickset Crom lad when he gets too personal.  Onward, onward, onward-she's got to find that foolish lifemate and make 'em a hero.    Kiyo is still strolling along, but pauses long enough to peer curiously at her clutchmate, "You look rather deep in thought Kerryn." Perhaps stating the obvious. Sinth burbles his amusement, eyes flamebright. Catching claws twitch toward the sands, but don't touch. Definitely need to collect those shards. Kirah nods to Drugan, "That he is. That green too, she's definitely got spunk.  What do you think she's looking for?" She asks curiously as she glances around the sands. "My favorite? Why does it matter?" Joceth croons and croons. Once irritated, now beaming with pride. Yes, yes her children /are/ beautiful. They must take after her. Raniya swats at a darkly curled strand of hair, darker now from sweat. "They're both...." and if there was an adjective to be placed in her lapse, she's soon forgotten. The galleries are eyed for a moment, solitary attention then reserved for those dragonets, even as she steadies against Lilian. Laytonal glances up at Sinth, easily identifiable.  "I'm going to get you for this," he thinks in amusement, then one of his feet gets stuck in the sand, and he nearly falls over.  Whoops.  Clumsy him.  His eyes follow the green and brown, trying to keep track of both siblings. Kaski swings her gaze back to the green dragonet as she shoves her way through the crowd of white on the sands, stablehand-candidate perching on the balls of her feet to make herself a little taller within the masses. But soon, the heat of the sands makes itself known again, and Ski goes back to shifting weight from foot to foot, detaching her hand from Tembaro's arm for a moment to wipe it's sweaty palm upon her robe, before promptly putting it back in its place. Mayhem erupts in the green's wake; the Crom lad wails, a girl from Balan squeals, others scatter. Ashy Phoenix Egg's surface ripples yet again, as if someone were attempting to stir the dead ashes to life once more. Kerryn brightens as florally-clad Kiyo inspires a new profoundism.  "I must be in deep thought, since shallow thought is a term loosely defined at best, and thus, can hardly be claimed to.. I'm sorry, what?"  Blink blink.  Oh bother, the hatching.  Surely the color in her cheeks is from the heat.  Or from having to dress Nice.  "Did someone say something about celebrate?" Giorge paces along behind the majority of the group. Refusing to look eager, he casts peeks and glances where he can. Goose-bumps, even in extreme heat might give him away if someone bothered to look, but then he keeps /moving/. Child's Hand-Painted Easter Egg spins a few times... in both directions. Wouldn't do to get dizzy in only one direction. A great crack appears as it knocks into a neighbor. Paint spatters from the invisible hands that crack and peel Child's Hand-Painted Easter Egg open.  Shards fall everywhere to reveal the source of egg's opalescence.  A sturdy little blue creeps out with belly close to the ground and tail swished around his chest, ready to look for his heart. Brave and Loyal Draco Blue Dragonet Broad, blunt features cannot dim the loyal compassion and pride of this sturdy dragon.  His frame is a shade wider than average, more stocky than pudgy.  Each fashioned movement, seemingly carefully planned out for some great charade, ripples across sunlight dappled azure hide.  But like a great feline, his club-like tail reflects what he would keep hidden from the world... his heart. "A lifemate A' course." Drugan grins at Kirah and shrugs then adds "maybe it's you?" he follows the green and heys "Don't hurt em!" he calls out to the young green. Kindri looks to Khardan and Tembaro with smiles for both. "Well it's going to be a long hatching I fear." Not like the last one she stood at didn't feel like forever. She shifts her feet and body to try and keep herself from falling over in heat exhaustion or something of the like, she uses the robe's sleeve to rub the sweat from her face. "No," J'lia says to Kerryn, "he said celibate." Then she looks over the blue, and smiles. "Another lovely one." Anuith can vouch for that--bugle, croon, rumble. They're all his, and they shall do him proud. Celestial Guardian Brown Dragonet takes slow, sure and deliberate steps. He croons once to Joceth, once to Anuith and then onwards to complete a mission which he'll never abandon. Never waver from. His search may have just started, but he can already sense the treasure at the end. Aliria breaks into a spontaneous cheer as the blue hatches. Though why she'd be so loyal to the color given all the trouble Sinth lands her in is a bit of a mystery. "Fine fellow, isn't he?" she beams at her fellow blueriders. Anki's hands strangle the material that they clutch it. "I'm making him a /thong/," she hisses direly to Br'kka and M'hail as she shift-shifts, eyeing newly-emerged blue. Victoria smiles, excitement finally getting to her as she spots another dragonet. This time blue, and a fine shade of it too! "That's a nice one..." She mentions, to nobody in particular, just tired of being silent. Hands a resting lifelessly by her sides while her feet move, attempting to keep heat and discomfort low. Khardan shifts from foot to foot. Now there's three dragons to watch and be wary off. The blue gets an absent glance, then a closer one. Blues pick you up. Beware. " There's an interesting lad," he remarks absently to his companions. " When're they going to Impress?" There's an edge of impatience... and nervousness... to his tone. Kirah chuckles, "Yeah, I s'pose that was obvious." She shakes her head. "Nevermind." Her attention is caught however by the newest addition to the sands. "That blue is quite lovely." Could be she was biased though, she thought he had lovely egg. Brave and Loyal Draco Blue Dragonet tumbles onto the sands, but lands on his feet squarely, looking around at the others to see who was watching. He meant to do that. Head swivels as nose is raised into the air, sniffing. Ooo, someone forgot their odoreaters. Phew. He'll start over here instead. The tiny, nigh-invisible fracture continues to spread across the surface of Intricate Vedrfolnir Egg, though the egg itself is motionless. Laytonal now has /three/ to follow.  This is just too much.  He concentrates on one at a time, inspecting the lovely hues of the newly-hatched blue. Br'kka wooos! "A blue! Finally!" she cheers along with Anki but it's abruptly broke off at Anki's hiss "Um.../who/ Anki?" Lilian is standing as firm as possible hoping that her legs don't get wobbly. The new blue is eyed, she is not sure where to look anymore so she just looks at the unhatched wobbling eggs for a while.  The dragonets are looked at and a smile crosses her face, to much going on in her mind now. Kiyo offers Kerryn a confused look for a moment, idly scritching one spot or another. Floral or not, this get-up is /itchy/. "Oh, I imagine there'll be a huge celebration after this." Then she adds as an afterthought, muttering, "And one for when I can get out of /this/." A double take glance is given from Kindri towards where her former favorite egg was...in its place a handsome blue. Kindri grins with a smile, he may be pudgy a bit, but he's definately going to be interesting to watch. Though so are the green and brown ones too. She watches the blue as he starts his journey to find his lifemate. She grins with a laugh. "Wow! He is definitely a handsome one!" Tembaro tilts his head to Kindri and shrugs. "I must admit I've never seen a Hatching before, but I'm sure it shall take the time it needs to take." Ah, how... non-decisive. He glances over to the brand-new blue and scrutinizes it carefully. "A well-built little fellow, no?" is his astute comment. Sassy Mushu Green Dragonet is harmless, if you stay out of her way. Chivvying, squawking, and hassling every Candidate in her way, she makes her long-limbed, lizard-quick way to a small group, concentrating specifically on the pair of Candidates that have just stopped clutching at each other's hands.  Behold, behold, and hey, what're /you/ doing in my way?  Clutchsibs are told off as she rockets forward. Vallen is sneaking peeks from behind Khardan's back, trying to look at the action and still not be seen by the green. "Nice, nice . . . " he comments on the blue. The odds are getting better. Two males on the sands, and he's starting to relax. A quick wave towards the stands again - just in case Mummy's watching. Vallen's not scared, not hiding. Really. Raniya catches a quiet gasp before it's allowed to give her well-deserved oxygen away. Ahem. Blue dragonet actually receives a smile, though attention is still evenly divided between the three. That green receives a bit of a wary blink, head canting she sidles -this- way. Kerryn frowns in consternation at the new blue, due to the brownrider's comment.  "/He/ said celibate?  That's like T'var saying he doesn't want any more music or flowers or...ooh, say, maybe you could donate your buds to Tev, Kiyo?  He probably hasn't had any like that since -- where'd that brown get to?  Silly things."  Dragonets, flowers, men? Kaski follows the path of the green hatchling as she pushes more candidates out of the way. Oh dear, oh dear. What if she pushes Kaski out of the way? The candidate will just have to make sure to stay out of the way of the dragonet, now won't she. Body is turned slightly, to follow the path of the green. Lizard-quick, lizard-light, blazing-hued and all, Sassy Mushu Green Dragonet rears back before the short, muscular girl with the curly hair, neon-striped tail whipping, wings mantling as she stares brashly up from her negligible height straight into Kaski's cyan eyes, thrumming her delight. Daintily Foreign Kinder Egg twitches, trying to scratch the itch that it just can't seem to reach. An awkward jolt, a hopeful ripple... And nothing. Awww... Drugan answers to Victoria with a grin "they are all nice....Heeeeey! What's she doing now?" he shifts from foot to foot restlessly and grins at Kirah.  "Yeah weren't ya a harper or somethin?" his eyes follow the blue and he /siiiiighs/. Kindri looks down at her feet and shake one then the other to remove the sand once more. Bad stuff that is, it sticks to you and won't let go as she sees the green go to Kaski and smiles! "Way to go Kaski!" Drugan bounces "Way to go Kaski!" J'lia chuckles at Kerryn. "Probably not. But wouldn't that make my day." She smirks in V'zan's direction, on the verge of saying something more, and then--"Ooh! She Impressed! Congrats, my dear!" All disapproval is worn away in face of joyous congratulations. "What is her name?" Khardan blinks. " Kaski?" That green stopped in front of her. Remembering days gone by, down South, a grin splits his face and he readies himself to clap should the Impression be so. Laytonal eyes the green as she marches up to Kaski, and commandeers her for life.  "Congrats, Kaski!" First Impression. Aliria beams, sniffs just a tiny bit, and meets her own lifemate's gaze. "Shall I go or will you?" she queries M'hail. Raniya is prodded by the eruptions of cheers that something rather important has occured... to Kaski! "Kaski!" she yelps, those scorching feet aiding in the volume of her congrats. Victoria chuckles, trying to keep a watch on three different dragonets is quite distracting. Wait, she pauses then looks off to one side. "Congrats!" She calls to Kaski, good choice. She smiles, but, eyes are forced away and back to the eggs, motion registered and dragonets to be watched. V'zan catches sight of Kaski and the dragonet, the first impression, and he can't help but let out a loud "Whoohoo!"  He then sheepishly glances around, hoping noone noticed. Anuith trumpets this first bonding. Loudly. Anki unclasps her hands to wipe at her brow. "Don't ask. Safest." As the cheering starts, she adds her two marks, "Run for you....Congrats, Kaski!" Ahem. Tembaro's blue eyes go rather wide as Kaski vacates his arm and Impresses the sassy little green. He breaks into a wide grin, however, and whoops, "Kaski! Congratulations!" Brave and Loyal Draco Blue Dragonet gets his feet... more or less. He isn't wobbling quite as much as he could be, newly hatched and all. He moves forward, and pauses in front of a cluster of candidates, blinking at them as they blink at him. Fanning wings and jumping forward a little, he bleats sharply. Scaring the bejeebers out of that bunch. Hee. They're so easy. Too easy. Let's see who's over here. M'hail nods to Aliria, cracking a wide grin as his eyes dance.  "Go on," he replies, motioning for her to go to the newly Impressed. Sinth takes advantage of the clamor to surreptitiously snitch a shard for his collection. One down, more to go. Lilian watches as the green impresses Kaski, "Kaski! Congratulations!" Is said in her direction though she doubts it is heard.  She is a little ways away from her.  The first impression is made, this seems to have cemented the realness of this event in her, and hand clutches Raniya's tight. Celestial Guardian Brown Dragonet walks along the edge of white robed creatures. None perking an interest save for one.  One that's moving, evidently in another direction from he. Do they see? Do they yet know? He pauses, gaze roaming over the crowd Marduk watches the first green find her lifemate and a brief smile touches his lips.  Very brief.  Back he goes, scanning the unhatched eggs.  Waiting. Br'kka grins at Anki and chuckles softly giving her a nudge before hollering "Congratulations Kaski!" Kirah smiles across the sands. Wow! It's really happening, Kaski got one! "Congrats!" She says quite certain she won't be heard. Looking back to Drugan she nods. "Yeah, of sorts." She grins, that's a story for later. Watching the blue curiously she chuckles at his antics, what a character. P'tala waves her hand, threatening to topple the quilt flung haphazardly across shoulders. "Another wonderful greenrider for Fort!" Oh, joy. "Congratulations Kaski!" P'tala has good taste, see? Of course Kindri is happy that her friend Impressed but her eyes go back to the blue that came from her favorite egg, she looks at him almost worriedly as if wanting to make sure he's alright, she gives a simple reassuring smile. There he goes she smiles as she watches him start off more steady towards a bunch of candidates. She giggles softly as she hears him bleat sharply, "Well well, you sure have a voice on you don't you handsome one?" She grins over to Khardan and the others, "Well one of our group is gone. Let's see who else gets lucky to have their lifemate on the sands." Laytonal sighs, and turns his gaze back to the blue and brown.  Which of them will be next to find their soul-mates?  Another glance to the Intricate Egg and its indeterminate wanderings. Aliria hotfoots it out onto the sands, nearing Kaski and her lifemate, ready to escort them to a quieter place near the back of the cavern. "What's her name?" Layered perfection shudders in the throes of one final heave.  What conjured mirages of seamless chocolate now pain the eye into admitting its illusion. What was whole /must/ be broken open; those delicate, separating lines splitting and cracking.  From its bottom, from that starting line of crinkly orange and white, to smooth brown, to cream, to smooth yellow...to the treasure inside of Delicately Foreign Kinder Egg. Irresistibly Cute Scorch Bronze Dragonet Patchwork pyrite and brassy scintillations shimmy down this dragonet's plump hide, clinging loosely on his fubsy build; the seldom-glimpsed faerie of lingering bronze pirouetting its mirage over spans of pettably soft skin. The limelight, however, shines not over small round eyes, nor thickly forking tail -- not even the tiny spark of bulbous, silvered headknobs.  No, it's crimson: a spice of blatant red that fizzles electric with a frosting of saffron and brazen tangerine; 'sails bedazzled with a spritz of citrus metallics. Kaski doesn't get run over, but she does stumble back into Tembaro slightly as she's confronted by the green dragonet. "Jiaoth? Jiaoth!" Cracking a grin, Ski steps shyly forward, catching her balance in the hot sand beneath her feet. "Yes, yes fine, I'll talk. Yes, I promise. Really!" Kiyo lets go a long dramatic sigh as the first Impression is made. "Kaski. Wonderful." She might be snuffling, but best not mention that to her. Upon the mention of flowers, "Oh Tev would? Remind me later and I'll pass them onto him then...." After she's taken this thing off that is. Drugan laughs and nods bouncing now, maybe that's why the green is bouncing. Hot! Hot! Hot. But all activitiy ceases and he ooooos "Looky! a bronze!" too many dragons. Can't settle on one so eyes shift from one to the other and he wipes his forehead. Delectable Soft-Boiled Egg shimmies and rumbles. A hint of hunger running through it. Intricate Vedrfolnir Egg's mist-shrouded base wavers as the hairline cracks continue to spread across shell's entirety. Phoenix joins the ripple of congratulations, clapping appreciatively from a particularly worrisome  Candidate group, looming. Kerryn didn't miss it.  Didn't miss it at all.  "What?  Who?  She picked?" Missed what?  Oh, hey....  "Kaski Impressed!"  That would explain the sudden burst of cheering.  "Tev'd love them, I'm sure. He'd probably even help you get them off if you asked nice."  Innuendo is entirely accidental. She's simply being helpful.  And counting egglings. Raniya peers curiously at Kaski, a smile lopsidedly curving her lips. That's a pretty, pretty name... Lilian's hand is squeezed gently, teak brow kept mildly high, but not by choice. New bronze is blinked toward. She hadn't realized they came -that- adorable... ah, well. Brown's a new focal point, shoulders flexing beneath her light linen robe. A grin is passed for each blue and brown as Victoria wanders from one to the other. She isn't moving, fine in her place slightly off to the side but close enough to have a good view of the roaming dragonets. Another breath and a few shifts of her sandal-protected feet and she's collected once again, still grinning, but then who wouldn't? Giorge is cool. He's calm. Not. But he's trying his best. Shiftshiftshift. He continues his meandering. Laytonal oohs!  "A bronze!  Great!"  Laytonal almost claps for the bronze's entry into the world, still keeping up his dancing motions, now something like a rumba. Khardan's eyes fly to the bronze. Look, Khard. Male. Drool. " Look," he nudges Vallen from behind. " The green's gone... and there's a bronze." Certain to get the weaver's attention. " Lovely name, Kaski!" he calls in congratulations. Russian Folk-Art Egg considers moving again, but doesn't.  Its occupant content suddenly to remain still and bide its time.  Hot sands are comforting.  Birth will come.  Eventually. Brave and Loyal Draco Blue Dragonet slinks through the clusters. You know how you can tell where he is? The squeals as he looks up the occasional robe. What /is/ that up there? Not everyone has one of those. He emerges once more and looks. He knows that One is here somewhere. Now where...? J'lia admires the name. "Jiaoth...lovely name. Where did that brown go to, though?" She looks, eyes straining, and lets eyes land on that creature. She's very interested in where he shall go, yes indeed. Tembaro takes his eyes off the newly-Impressed pair just in time to catch the entrance of yet another dragonet. A bronze dragonet, to be exact, and Tem's interest is immediately caught. "Faranth, look at all the shadings on /him/," he exclaims. Kindri grins as she watches the males go ga-ga over the newest bronze and keeps her attention to the blue and the brown and then the eggs moving about...maybe another green will hatch, wouldn't that be neat. Her eyes focus though on the blue and a smile is given to the little one in his hunt for that special someone. Her eyes also seem to look hoping that special someone might be there for her as one was for Kaski. She grins and pokes Khardan softly. "Those males are handsome." Drugan comments to Victoria and Kirah "I /like/ that blue." eyes roam over blues hide "yep he knows what he wants. Cantcha tell?" Celestial Guardian Brown Dragonet pauses again. The focal point of attention is he? He seems to glow a bit brighter, head held higher, his movement...well, perhaps a little clumsy. A stumble doesn't prevent him from his duty though. He'll find and protect his one no matter what. Kirah can't help but stifle laughter as that blue does whatever he's doing. He's going to be a handful too so it seems. She shifts her stance trying to find a cooler spot on the sand, Like that'll happen...and gazes across the sands. Looking back to Drugan, "Yeah I think he's got something in particular in mind." Aliria eyes Sinth suspiciously. "You can't have /already/ warped one of them," she accuses. Continued in Part 2 Back to Fort Weyr Logs

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