Fort Weyr's Fall 2000 Hatching Part 2

Fort Weyr's Fall 2000 Hatching (Part 2)
Sunday, October 8, 2000

Gold Joceth & Brown Anuith

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Log courtesy of Anki
POV from the Hatching Sands
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Irresistibly Cute Scorch Bronze Dragonet bursts from his confines, exploding egg shards in a wide enough radius to cause some humans to duck, and some eggs to wish they could. Wriggling tail to free it of that ickiness, he flicks tail delicately and attempts walking--something new! Something grand! Stumpy legs trip him up, and he muzzle finds something new indeed. Heat. Ouch!

Laytonal watches the blue closely, raising his eyebrows at its...exploration. "Odd," he mumbles in vexation.

Tiny cracks appear here and there, like sparks amidst the charcoal of Ashy Phoenix Egg, shell weakening in response to the struggle within.

Chocolate Candy Egg crinkles, a tiny flake of silver drifting to the sands. Now? Now? Oh, not yet.

"Bronze!" J'lia is surprised, though not pleased. "Anuith! I thought you said you'd try not to have any bronzes..." Special positions? She looks over the thing. "Cute. But no cigar." Anuith ignores, bellows greetings to his son.

Khardan clenches his fist. There's still three dragons he has to watch. This time, however, the bronze has his attention. An agreeing nod is given Tembaro as the tanner studies the dragonet.

Kindri giggles as she realizes what the blue is doing looking up under the robes and keeps her legs closed together as much as she can without them sticking together by the sweat. She watches the blue go from candidate to candidate and smiles, her eyes drifting about with curiosity. Of course, Kindri never lacked for that sense of curiosity and adventure. Not her. Not ever. She smiles to the other dragons and keeps a close watch on that sneaky blue.

Victoria admire's the eggs left, wondering what they will hatch into. Probably fanciful colors of all types, she sighs and tries to keep her mind on the dragonets, which isn't hard as they are so distracting. Distracting in a good way, of course, but handsome all the same. "Bronze?" She questions to a neighbor, but true enough another dragonet makes its appearance across her vision and she smiles again.

Raniya can't thwart a quiet chuckle, weight shifted as to allow one foot to be relieved at a time. She hasn't lost consciousness yet.. that has to say something, doesn't it? Well. Dark lashes lower slightly, another glaze of sweat brushed from her cheek. Lilian is squeezed again, breath finally evening. Kind of.

Lilian smiles at the bronze that hatched, "Isn't he uh.. well.. cute." She feels almost guilty calling a bronze cute. The brown is smiled at, the slight clumsiness is noted but I guess that can be expected. The blue is then watched, and his antics, luckily her robe is probably long enough not to be easy to pull up. She can feel the heat building up in her little tent of a robe.

M'hail chuckles at the exchange between Aliria and her dragon, shaking his head before waving over a young new bluerider and his stumbling lifemate. "Over here, lad," he bellows, to overcome the cacophony of dragonets, candidates and cheers from the galleries. Having settled the weyrling with the others, he returns to scanning the Sands for other Impressions.

Kas'i gives a last glance towards her group, before following Jiaoth and padding off to the side of the sands. "Slow down! I can't walk that fast."

Laytonal smiles, watching the cute, adorable little bronze pondering its way into its first few minutes of life.

Celestial Guardian Brown Dragonet is close. So close. Does she see? Does she know? He crools softly, marveling at his first true sight of her. Worshipping those dark curls of hair, the way she holds her feet. Yes, yes....she is the one.

Br'kka watches quietly for now shifting from foot to foot eyes lost in thought. "Wonder whose impressing next?" she asks "Either of you know?"

Tembaro winces slightly as the bronze discovers that hot sand up the nose is not a particularly fun thing. Tem's never experienced that particular event, but he's sure it wouldn't be comfortable. At the thought, he remembers his own feet. Yeek! He doesn't do the discreet lift-one-foot-then-the-other thang; he /leaps/ into the air and lands with a little puff of sand, muttering, "Ouchouchouch..."

V'zan silently watches the proceedings, eyes glowing brightly as he wordlessly urges the dragonets on towards their lifemates.

Drugan shakes his head and hrms "What /is/ that blue looking for?" he notes to both Victoria and Kirah "I'll try to distract him for you." he grins and whispers "I /wore/ polkadotted boxers."

Dibhala's Century Egg isn't to be outdone by any of the other eggs and shivers deliciously under siege from within...

Kirah rolls her eyes at Drugan. "That, I most certainly did not need to know." Though perhaps that's what the curious blue is looking for. Perhaps.

Kindri turns around as she hears a wierd comment about something behind her and turns to find out what it is, not really paying attention to any dragons that could be near or anyone else. She slowly turns back around, too hot in this place don't you think? She glances around now if only there were water. She smiles looking at the blue. He looks like water. Who knows? She wipes her forehead again with her other sleeve and giggles.

Laytonal keeps tabs on the curious blue, wondering what on Pern it could expect to find up under someone's robe. "There's one in every clutch, isn't there?" he says to Kirah idly.

Raniya allows one hand to tuck behind her back, shaking out the robe's skirts, which stick rather... vexingly to her legs. The brown is where her eyes remain, however, despite the crowd, the heat, and the clingy robe.

Irresistibly Cute Scorch Bronze Dragonet lifts a hopeful muzzle--what was seconds ago tainted with reluctance, is now met with a croon of delight. Heat! Marvelous! A flicker of thought and that information is plunked into generous mind, playful mind ever the more willing to find something else. An eager roly-poly motion thumps him towards the white-clad cacophony, eyes whorling with inundating curiosity. Ooooh...

Brave and Loyal Draco Blue Dragonet moves along and stops, lowering his head. But not to look. To sniff. Oh, so /here/ is where that odor is coming from. A bit awkwardly, he scuffs sand onto the feet. Sniffs again. And scuffs some more sand onto them. There. Much better. Now, onward.

Intricate Vedrfolnir Egg's surface is now covered by a spiderweb tracery of fine cracks. Surely the shell must soon give way.

Aliria shifts uncomfortably, looks toward J'lia and her flask. One of these Turns, she'll remember to bring something to drink on the sands.

Victoria is facing forward, sweeping over the burning sands with her eyes. No planning on missing anything this time, out of the corner of her eye the dragonets are watched, wearily keeping track of their progress. Lips pursed, feet heated and amazed at the scene around her.

"You want some more, Al?" J'lia saw that. Or Anuith did. Or something. "I've got plenty. It's lukewarm by now, but..." She waves it, bluerider's way. "The blue's nice," she comments for Aliria's benefit. "Who do you think he'll go to?"

Kindri looks to watch the blue curiously as she shakes some sand off her feet. Sand just sticks there between her toes. She shifts her feet uncomfortably as she continues to watch him. She bends down to fix the straps of her sandals.

Celestial Guardian Brown Dragonet is transfixed. Yes, she is definitely the one. And he has reached his journey's end. Wings flutter in triumphant glee as he makes his final move.

Kirah continues to chuckle as the little blue proceeds with burying the feet of candidates. "Yeah, I guess so, Laytonal." She's no expert. "At least he stopped looking though."

Sure of himself from the very beginning, there had never been any doubt. /She/ was for him. Never a need to rush, only to savor this sweet moment he had worshipped her from afar. But now, -now- is the time. Celestial Guardian Brown Dragonet presents himself to her, wings flared in the ultimate of joys. For the Guardian has found his one true Goddess: Raniya

Lilian's hand lets loose of Raniya, stepping back as the dragonet and finds its lifemate in her friend, a huge smile is apparent on her face, "Congratulations! Raniya!" Eyes water just a tinge, not is sadness but in joy for her friend, and the bond she saw created between the two.

"Don't know, Brekks. I'd say...hmm. Maybe the brown?" Anki's shoulders shrug. A satisfied grin. "Yes, definitely the brown. Congrats, Raniya!"

Drugan grins at Kirah and shrugs eyes dancing merrily "well at least it might make him um...stop looking right?" he crows at Raniya and cheers "Grats Raniya!" he calls out with a shout and bounces again.

Khardan twists. Cries of congratulations enter his consiousness. " Congrats, Rani!" he calls to his friend, grinning broadly. Immediately, however, attention falls back to the remaining dragonets.

Laytonal is distracted by shout of congratulatory tones, and he looks around to see who has Impressed. "Raniya! Congratulations!"

Kindri smiles and jumps up happily, "Congrats Raniya!" Of course she still hasn't fixed her sandal strap and trips over the strap stumbling a bit forward. "The heat isn't helping any." She looks to Khardan with a smile. "This is going to be interesting isn't it? What do you think that blue is doing?"

Tembaro glares at his feet, as if it were /their/ fault they're just slightly singed. How dare they? At the sudden flurry of congratulations, he looks up and snaps his gaze immediately to Ranyia. "Congratulations, Raniya!" he hollers. "What's his name?"

J'lia is inordinately pleased. "Who is that, with the brown?" She pokes someone, gets an answer. "Ah--Raniya! Congratulations!" A /worthy/ rider.

Br'kka grins "Yeah you waited till after to guess." she grins at Anki and laughs "Isn't that..cheating?" she replies as she moves towards Raniya cheerfully "What's er nam Raniya?"

Aliria sidles toward J'lia. "Have I mentioned lately that you're a wonderful person?" she notes, taking a generous gulp of lukewarm cider. Head cocks curiously toward the sands. "All blues are splendid," she proclaims, then disclaims "Whatever their unsavory habits. Hopefully he'll choose someone not overly fastidious." Her exposition gets cut short as an impression occurs. "Oh, well done!" she calls for Raniya.

Vallen turns to smile at Raniya. Seems he won't have to visit her back at the hold after all - she's staying right here. "Wonderful, Raniya! He's just wonderful!" A dragon he would be proud of, that dragon is.

Kirah calls a little cheer! "Congrats Raniya!" This whole process is really amazing. She looks to Drugan with a shrug. "Not likely, but I s'pose you can try, though do you have a way to keep him from burying your feet?"

J'lia grins to Aliria. "You haven't, but there's no need to flatter. Faranth knows I'm not." Her face suffuses itself in shadow one brief moment, and then she shakes her head. "You're very welcome, though. And...yes. Hopefully." Overly fastidious, indeed.

Brave and Loyal Draco Blue Dragonet move on and stops, looking back over his shoulder. Wait a minute... He backs up, and snuffles. Well, smells pretty good. Glances up the robe. /What/ is /that/? It's speckled. Rearing back on his feet, he fans his wings impressively and looks into the eyes of the one who is spotted underneath. Yes. He likes.

Raniya is voiceless, hands lain gently against Hiroth's perfect muzzle. "Hi... Hiroth!" she exclaims, pale eyes glinting foggily as she leans closer still. "Hiroth."

Giorge watches another Impression take place and utters a nearly inaudible ooooo. Nice choice. For both. He gives a nod to former co-candidate before rocking back on sand-scorched heels.

Ashy Phoenix Egg trembles more violently now, as if excited by all the commotion on the sands.

Siani watches, smiling warmly as green and brown dragonets find lifemates upon the sands. "This is my favorite part in all this," she says softly, wistful nostalgia touching her voice.

Drugan just blinks a bit at the Blue dragonet "Oh hey there." he greets cheerfully and grins and nudges Kirah "Is he lookin at me?

Pausing in mid-slink, Brave and Loyal Draco Blue Dragonet tilts broad, honest face to a knot of Candidates to one side. Head cocked to an inaudible rhythm, he marches /through/ them to Drugan behind, resting chin on his heart's shoulder.

Kirah nods, "Yeah, Drugan, I think so.... I think he's rather fond of your boxers." Not that she'd know if he was telling the truth.....

Br'kka grins "Congratulations Raniya Rider of Brown Hiroth." she motions towards the other candidates "Care to join the other pairs you two?" she winks at both then turning to lead them off to the side.

Irresistibly Cute Scorch Bronze Dragonet whips his head about at the sudden switch of attention towards him, to his slightly older relative. An awed croon goes to that meeting, as a new joint consciousness forms. Determination settles in hunched limbs, and those plump legs attempt to keep up with glittery thought. Gimme! The rush of movement is met by swell of people. Mine!

Laytonal turns around, and eyes Drugan. "Well, congratulations to you, too."

Shadows seem to writhe around the base of Intricate Vedrfolnir Egg, ghostly marble pillars collapsing inwards as the beast within the egg strives to tear them apart. From within the growing circle of darkness, two molten eyes peer forth into the world.

Dark Paladin Nidhogg Brown Dragonet
Scoria-shaded hide flows lava-smooth across dragonet's well-toned muscles, inherent with the silky texture of slatey phyllite. Shadows dance across his ashy limbs, gathering around obsidian talons that are honed to the finest of points. Wide wings stand poised and ready, shaded with golden amber and crystalline sphalerite. Even as the gay colors of wingsails glimmer in contrast to the dark shadows of his torso, they bleed together into an intricate conglomerate around a finely sculptured head. Chiseled tourmaline features frame faceted eyes that whirl with the intensity of molten rock, set like gemstones in the depths of the earth.

Kirah grins, "Congrats, Drugan... you'll have your hands quite full I think."

Khardan wobbles on his feet and watches the last dragonet. The bronze. Hrm. " Where is he going now?" Newly hatched brown is eyed and a slow smile covers his lips. "Nice."

Drugan just blinks a moment and ooohs "He was looking at me!" he shouts loudly not caring "His name is Hearteth!"

Kindri smiles to Drugan and says softly, "Congrats!" She doesn't really know the young man well. She glances back to the sands as she sees another brown hatch and smiles. "Well well another handsome young brown. Anuith and Joceth must be proud." She smiles to the hatchlings as she looks to the eggs quietly.

Aniy gazes toward Br'kka, shivering lightly. "Of course, of course..." Head still spinning, Hiroth nudging -her- gently to get her going... the pair finally follow the bluerider.

J'lia coughs, as she espies the blue's Impression. "Oh, my. Poor boy." She prefers to gloat over another brown, and does. "Look at these browns. Beautiful. Well done, Kiyo," she says to clutchmom. "Joceth has lovely children." Of course, Anuith contributed *greatly*. But it helps to have favorable genes in the mother.

Lilian smiles to Raniya, "It is a beautiful name." She smiles softly and starts to make her way over to the other candidates, near a few others, right near Kirah, Vallen, and Khardan... After all the person she was holding hands with is now dragonrider.

Victoria smiles as another impression is viewed, wonderful thing too. The joining...she shrugs, trying to concentrate on the newly hatched and soon to be impressed.

Aliria chortles and just shakes her head. Blues are a, well, /diverse/ lot. To say the least.

Dark Paladin Nidhogg Brown Dragonet very carefully nudges aside the broken shards of his shell, patiently clearing a path towards the mass of milling humans. Once the way is prepared, he begins to proceed at a dignified pace towards the white-robed candidates.

Marduk seems untouched by others Impressing around him. A heavy sigh escapes his lips and he finally shifts his feet, the heat touching his soles at last.

Delectable Soft-Boiled Egg rumbles again. A crack here, a crack there. Boy, all this shaking is hard work.

Dibhala's Century Egg shudders, spiderweb lattices spinning across shell's delicate skin, ending abruptly as a small piece of shell falls to the Sands below.

Kindri glances as she watches the newest brown goes toward the crowd of candidates. She keeps quite and wary of the newcomer of hatchlings as she watches the other eggs wondering where the other one's she liked are right now and what they are doing.

Tembaro lets his gaze slip back to the bronze, pausing briefly to ooh and ah at the new brown. "Wonder what great journey he's off to so fast," he muses to no one in particular. Again, he glances down at his feet. "It's not /that/ hot," he mutters accusingly. He toys with the idea of standing on one foot. It almost works, once he gets the balance right. Trouble is, balance is tough to maintain, so he hops about rather gracelessly.

Ashy Phoenix Egg shudders violently, then becomes quite still, like a banked fire settling.

Kirah shifts from foot to foot, maybe she should just give that up. It doesn't seem to be helping much, her feet are still uncomfortably hot. She glances around the sands, trying to catch a glimpse of all the action.

Vallen nods a congratulations to the newest pair. eyes turning to the bronze and the brown on the sands. Nothing to be afraid of here - there's two males. He's standing tall, though drenched in sweat, from the heat and nervousness combined. A knitted robe was a /lousy/ idea. Oh well, he looks good. That he's sure of.

Laytonal shifts his dance rhythm back to the original cha-cha, feet somewhat accustomed to the extreme heat. "Why on Pern are these Sands so hot?" he whines to himself in a low voice. He keeps his calm outer facade in place, looking around, especially eyeing the Brown just hatched.

Khardan nibbles his lip, letting his gaze stray towards the Ashy Phoenix Egg. Despite the virulence he recalls from the touchings, it still draws him, like a moth to a candleflame. Or an inferno. Tearing his eyes away, he checks for the hatchlings. Doesn't want to get /his/ robe looked under.

Valader shifts his weight from foot to foot, but manages to not look like he's doing it out of discomfort. Narrow eyes move from point to point, missing no details. One could almost say the young man was paranoid.

Br'kka grins at Raniya and moves back to Anki and M'hail "Well we are getting there.�

Drugan grins at Vallen starry eyed and looks around for somewhere to go arm draping over blue's shoulder who warbles cheerfully.

Delectable Soft-Boiled Egg kinda hophophops in place. It's /impatient/ and wants -O-U-T-. Now. Cracks burst everywhere on it's surface as motion becomes non-stop.

Irresistibly Cute Scorch Bronze Dragonet tries ever-so-hard to connect his paces, wriggling claws to catch into ground. Something catches eye and he chances a gallop, finding the shrieks of baby-bronze-tread-on-toes more amusing than their avoiding him. Thus motivated, he increases stride towards that which catches his interest, sparks his need.

Dark Paladin Nidhogg Brown Dragonet graciously steps aside to let another dragonet pass before resuming his relentless, but patient, advance. Dark whorling eyes intently peer at the face of each and every candidate, but it soon becomes apparent that the males are of little true interest to this genteel, cultured creature.

Aliria shifts, giving Sinth a warning glance as the blue eyes another bit of shard. Careful, you.

Aniy finally regains some sense of the world beyond herself and Hiroth, eyes turning toward her friends, silently encouraging.

Kindri shifts her feet almost in a shuffle. Oy it's getting too hot and too quick. She watches as another egg starts to want to break out and then drifts to the brown and bronze for a glance to find out where each one is going or what it's doing for that fact. She smiles to Vallen, Tembaro and Khardan, "Well our little group is decreasing in number isn't it? Good luck to you all." She looks to be oddly calming down as the hatching progresses. No need to get too excited especially in this heat. One may faint or something else.

Giorge somehow finds himself beside one candidate or another. He glances casually and ponders...what was that apprentice�s name? Wallen? Vallor? Or was it Vallen? Nah, couldn't be that last name....

J'lia settles back into the routine of ogle, watch, and cheer--her cheeks are flushed and embarrassing garb forgotten as routine finds its way. Anuith thrums, joyous father, and the pair together express their pride. "Oh, I so love hatchings," murmurs J'lia to no one in particular.

Lilian looks between the brown and the bronze, watching the movement of the bronze. Though one egg is looked at, wondering when it is going to hatch. The continues to move around quite a bit, trying to keep her feet out of the hot sands for as long as possible, and trying to look as best as possible with her huge robe, and these weird stepping antics.

Laytonal blinks, feeling a few beads of perspiration trickling down his face. "Heck, I'm sweating," he states matter-of-factly. He shakes his head, wiping his head on his right sleeve, then goes back to watching the brown's progress on his hunt.

Victoria smiles, movement causing the ever mounting distraction keeping her vision darting to all points on the daringly bright sands. "Beautiful..." She motions, not just to the dragonets but to the whole scene itself. Of course, the dragonets are the main standing point of the whole glorious picture but the whole wonder of the capturing scene holds her bound to eggs and dragonets. A smile in one direction a grin in another, confidant the dragonets will pick well.

Khardan eyes the bronze warily, toes curling up in his sandals. No one's trodding on /his/ toes. Sadistic little things, aren't they? First the blue and his peeping, then the bronze and his pouncing. What next? A green and her... nevermind.

Dr'gan looks around after spending long moments just hanging on to Hearteth and both begin a purposeful march to the other candidates. Who cares if he's draped over his lifemate.

M'hail peers at the bronze with interest, although several greens hatching at once capture his rapt attention quickly. "Aye, we're gettin' there all right," he nods, counting eggs and weyrlings.

Tembaro regards the bronze with surprise as he picks up the pace. A look of sympathy mixed with barely concealed laughter goes to those unfortunate enough to have their toes in the way of the galloping dragonet. "He knows how to get a reaction, I'll give him that!" he remarks approvingly. "Don't you think, Khard? Reminds me of a child I once new who would go around thwacking people with a toy hammer because they made such interesting noises," he recalls fondly.

Vallen glances over toward the candidate that has slid up beside him. Quiet lad, never really said much. Never really caught his name, either. Hmm, Gorge? Gorb? "Ah, Cyborb, over here. You can stand next to me. Friendly, isnt he?"

Irresistibly Cute Scorch Bronze Dragonet does indeed know how to get a reaction. Hyperfeet bring him closer, and a creel, and a croon. Try /this/ one...

What's this? Curious muzzle rises from its current distraction, something far more tempting catching that roving eye. It's something sumptuous, something to delight anything, from toddler to crone, from babe to elder. Irresistibly Cute Scorch Bronze Dragonet focuses eyes on a normal lad, a mind to be inspired. Ignorance gives way to bliss, and Tembaro is found as the magic key to the secret world of his playful mind.

Creamy Ostrich Egg stills now, unheeding of the others' movement. The calm before the storm, this is.

M'hail's face simply glows as the bronze Impresses. "Congratulations, Tembaro! What's his name? Over here, lad!" The weyrlingmaster treks off towards the bronzerider and dragonet, eager to bring them home.

Kindri grins as the bronze comes up to Tembaro, "Congrats Tem!!!" She smiles brightly for her new friend and grins. "Well well...now it's just me, Khardan and Vallen in our group...who will I hold hands with or lean on if they all go?" She starts to sigh.

Kirah gives up trying to give up dancing. It's just too hot. She glances across the sands just in time to see..."Oooh Tembaro! Congrats!" A bronze!

Giorge offers a half-smile in return. Any negative thoughts are dashed away, they just wouldn't be honorably y'see. "Ah, much obliged Wallen." He sidles closer and points out, "Fine group so far, ney?" But suddenly distracted, "And Impressing rather quick." Yup, this one's got a talent for the obvious.

Dark Paladin Nidhogg Brown Dragonet eliminates the female candidates one by one, cursorily examining each before moving to the next. Soon, only a small handful remain, isolated off to one side. With wings swept about him like a cloak, he aims unerringly for one, the slim-figured lass with the lightly-tanned skin, his whorling orbs seeking to meet the gaze of her own soft brown eyes.

Anki mutters something as Tembaro Impresses, her own yodel sounding moments later. "Congratulations, Tembaro!"

In a bubbling of yolk-touched shards, silvery lines crackle and neatly open Delectable Soft-Boiled Egg's apex as a graceful, excessively taloned foot kicks a piece of the shell outwards. A slim dark form slips through the small opening and Cloak and Dagger Jhereg Blue Dragonet immediately moves behind the curve of egg, hiding from public sight.

Cloak and Dagger Jhereg Blue Dragonet
Sharp talons gleam brilliant silver like a brace of throwing knives. Shadowy wings spread like a flowing cape across narrow back and haunches, not quite concealing a wire-like, turquoise frame covered by taut corded muscles. Charcoal smudges and storm-grey clouds emphasize his bejeweled eyes that hold the unwavering intensity of a familiar's loyalty -- or of an assassin's determination.

"Way to go, Tem!" Laytonal calls over to the newest bronzerider. "Good luck with him!" He turns back to watching, waiting, hoping...

Valader looks over at the latest vic... lucky new riders. "Congrats, Tembaro," he calls. Not that loudly, he was fairly close to him. He eyes the other eggs warily. Just why did he sign up for this gig again?

Aliria chuckles, eyeing J'lia and Kiyo. "It's a splendid clutch, but what's with your dragons' children being into /everything/? Were the Weyrlingmasters so awful to you during your early days?" she teases.

Victoria smiles, "Congratulations!", is called along with a smile for the newly impressed. "Bronxe just impressed..." She murmurs to a young candidate beside her who didn't get to see the glorious moment. A crack is heard and she spins her head in that direction, "Blue!" Cheer! Another fine looking blue!

Lilian watches as her favorite egg goes still, eyes look worried the dark colors glinting slightly. Eyes spot the bronze impress Tembaro, "Congratulations!" She calls to him while eyes still watch that one egg.

Kindri grins as she sees a blue and she smiles brightly. "Wow, look at you! Oh you're handsome one aren't you?

Tembaro, for once in his life, is completely, utterly, jaw-droppingly, eye-goggling speechless. "Icareth? Icareth!" And Tembaro is lost to all but his lifemate.

J'lia sends a blank-faced 'huh?' Aliria's way. "What do you mean by that? They're beautiful..." She trails off to look horrified at the bronze's impression. "There'd better not be another." She glances, hopefully, Anuith's way.

Aniy grins broadly, gaze torn from Hiroth long enough to shout a gleeful note of congrats toward Tembaro. "A wonderful bronze..." But not quite as perfect as Hiroth, of course.

Laytonal almost jumps when he hears another dragonet make its entrance. "Ooh! Another blue! He's a looker, isn't he?" he remark rhetorically.

Another twitch. Another bulge. Ostentatiously colored designs begin to buckle under the persistence of the one hidden within; cracks ripple over the surface, jarring the once-perfect obsidian shell.

Kindri looks over to see where the brown and blue are in relation to the candidates and gives a reassuring smile to both. She grins with a laugh. "Yeah the blue is definitely a looker!" She shifts her feet displacing some sand.

Vallen waves to Tembaro. "Wonderful, Tembaro. He seems, well, just like you."

"They've been a rather..../active/ bunch of babies, you must admit," Al notes aside to J'lia, clarifying.

Cloak and Dagger Jhereg Blue Dragonet shakes off the last of his shards and casts his gaze slowly about. Hrm. Interesting bunch. Though, for now he doesn't move.

Kirah smiles as another blue makes his appearance. "He's a looker." She notes to Laytonal, though she hopes he's not quite the looker the last one was. She shifts, she hops, she tries to stand still, and fails.

Br'kka laughs "I think we are going to have our hands full eh gang?"

J'lia sighs, woeful. "Active, active...I noticed. Must be Joceth's fault. Anuith's always been the sedate type...or at least he works in extremes. Maybe Isoldeth and--oh dear. Sia? Who was Anuith's sire?--what's his name were bouncy."

At first ignored, Dark Paladin Nidhogg Brown Dragonet politely clears his throat, hoping to draw all eyes towards his magnificent self. Surely the ladies would not ignore a gentleman such as he. Especially the lady with the unevenly-trimmed robe.

P'tala just jumps as another one of her tasty morsel-- okay, those two that Celaenoth happened pick up and plop down at fort -- impress. "Bronze and green. Bronze. Icareth, did he say? Bronze." P'tala does not understand. She does not interpret. It's /wrong/. "But he was suppose to get a gr-..." An officious-looking person's elbow connects with the Weyrsecond's ribs. "Heeey..."

Dibhala's Century Egg lays low, firmly entrenched in the Sands � almost buried, truth to be told. A faint tapping sound can be heard, then silence.

Lilian is now watching the brown dragonet, eyes looking over to him now, she seems a bit confused with all the action going on, to many things to look at. At the noise she looks and she sees him even more so now...

Valader regards the dragons upon the Sands carefully. His eyes move over, then back to the Jhereg blue. Calm, collected. A good sign. Maybe this lot will balance out after all. The others have been rather hyper.

Kiyo perks up at J'lia's comment and quirks an eyebrow, "Aww, you know better than most at how -un-jumpy that queen is." It just wouldn't reflect well on her you see. "She's too worried about her image."

Kindri looks over to Victoria, "Hey look that brown is taking an interest in you I think? Talk to him or something!" She grins with a bright smile.

Chocolate Candy Egg rustles a bit, shifting the sands.

Ashy Phoenix Egg begins to tremble again, imperceptibly at first, but soon the vibrations are readily apparent to all.

J'lia grins, for Kiyo. "Oh, I know that. But there's always the hope..."

Victoria snaps awake at the sound of someone talking, she must have fallen asleep or something. "Oh, what?" She looks, and spots the brown. "Hello there..." She smiles, eyes locked on the magnificent form before her, watching it with pure delight registering on her face.

Cloak and Dagger Jhereg Blue Dragonet could be the hyper type. He'll just never overly express it. The key is simplicity. And so, as careful as can be he move. No need to draw attention. Yet, anyways.

Dark Paladin Nidhogg Brown Dragonet swivels slowly, pausing to gallantly acknowledge the remaining female candidates with gracious nods, until only one remains unhonored by his attentions. Small, stately strides then carry him toward the one with a gracious nobility unusual in one so young, towards the brown-tressed maiden. Immediately in front of Victoria, he stops, offers her a courtly bow, and makes her his forever.

Reluctant steady strokes undulate under the heated pressure of the swelling shell, every aspect drawing away from the figures of untold horrors on the Russian Folk-Art Egg. Basic shades mingle into the homely mixtures they abhor. Seething streams of canary yellow shiver as the ivy is slashed apart, each section gradually bursting apart and making its way to the scalding sands beneath.

Pragmatic King Kazul Bronze Dragonet
External regality punctuates this dragonet's form and carriage, each feature defined in looming exaggeration from the too-sharp point of lapis-coated muzzle to the too-far reach of russet-touched tail. Burnished bronze gleams over the proud arch of neck, further polishing the ridges that prominently protrude down the long length of his spine. More bright bronze shimmers along his flanks, circumscribing the brawn of his barreled chest before trailing upwards to blend into the velvet purple that shadows the sails of his widely vaulted wings. Heavy talons crown front and rear limbs in lucent emerald, discarding metallic brilliance in favor of precious stone.

Laytonal sighs, wiping his brow again. Is something cooking? He looks down
at his feet to inspect them. Nope...not those. Must be something else.

Aliria hmms thoughtfully. "Sinth must be Quith's fault. I'm certain Isoldeth wouldn't have produced a thief left to her own devices."

Phoenix just...shudders. Active is not the word /she'd/ choose. They're going to be little demons, the lot of them. Though this dark brown looks as though he might not be /quite/ so taxing. Long fingers are run absently through her hair, and she nudges Br'kka with an elbow. "Any bets on how fast we'll go insane?" the ex-harper comments, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully.

Kiyo flashes a toothy grin towards J'lia, "Don't forget, it was your Anuith who caught Jo in the first place."

With her eyes on the blue she stands still watching what is going on. She smiles as she sees Victoria Impress and smiles, she shifts her feet looking a bit nervous as she watches the remaining eggs. What if her lifemate isn't here this time either? Well that could be a whole different story. She watches almost eagerly at the blue and the other eggs.

M'hail hardly hears Aliria in his gleeful welcome to Victoria. "Bring 'im over here, Victoria, there's a lass," he calls, motioning for the weyrling to make her way across the Sands to where the other weyrlings wait. "What's his name?"

Laytonal sees Victoria claimed by the brown, and he's grins. "Good on ya, Victoria!" He sighs again. All this heat is getting to him.

Khardan claps for Victoria, his attention stolen for the moment by the bronze. " Lovely," he remarks to Vallen, sliding to one side. There. No more hiding.

"Insane? Us?" she snorts and grins at Phoenix "thought we already were? Or is that supposed to be a secret?" she asks fellow Awlm with a grin.

V'ria is catured and only after a long moment of thankful peace with her new found life mate she calls his name. "He says his name is Nidheith!"

Kindri looks over at Khardan and Vallen, "Well there's a bronze, I bet one of you two will get his attention." She giggles softly. "Or who knows Vallen, maybe you'll get the attention of a green!" She laughs with a bright smirk.

Lilian smiles over at Victoria, "Congratulations!" Eyes quickly wander back to that egg hoping it will begin to move again, she hears the name, "Very pretty..." She says as she continues to look over the sands.

Kirah looks to Victoria with a smile. "Congratulations!" She cheers and looks to Laytonal. "Ah what will Kestrel think of this? At least one harper's not coming home."

Valader smiles a little bit, reaching up to brush his hand through his hair, tug at his collar. It seems to be nearly a ritual or habit. Why? Really, no one wants to find out. "He's nice," he finally says, watching the dragons. Which one he refers to is uncertain, if anyone's heard him at all.

Giorge tries to count all the dragons and impressions out on his fingers, but it's really no use. Either blame it on distraction or... something else he gives a shrug and turns back with concealed eagerness to watch. "There's a nice one, Waller, don't you think?"

Laytonal peers at Kirah. "Hmm, you're right about that. And what will Caitlin say?"

Vallen blinks. Now there's a dragon. Turning to Gorge, Cyborb, whatever his name was, he sticks out his elbow with a grin. "That's one that will catch the lady dragons, yes?" Vallen shoots Kindri a withering look and then nods happily to . . whoever. "Yup, he's wonderful!"

J'lia lifts a brow and says to Kiyo-- "Anuith conserves his energy for needful motion. He is not a...hyperactive creature. Hence his successes with procreation." And then...and then...a cheery congratulations for V'ria. "Oh, congrats! Nidheith...Nidheith. A lovely brown." Proud Anuith gets a glare as the second bronze tumbles free. "Why? This Weyr needs no more bronzes. You promised!"

Creamy Ostrich Egg whispers over the sand as the inhabitant maneuvers. Small stripes of paler cream appears, striations finally showing. Now? Now.

Creamy Ostrich Egg trembles with quick, excited intensity, signaling its inhabitant's insistent demand for freedom. No more hiding in the sand. Smooth cream parts with exquisite ease around an albumen-wet body the colour of slick clay as the newly hatched dragon leaps fish-quick into the world.

Crafty African Hydra Brown Dragonet
Sculpted by a master's hand, moisture-drenched clay smoothes each dragonet curve to the sleekness of some primeval watery being. The glossy angularity of headknobs and ridges has been fired to baked sienna purity, contrasting the slippery salmon-shimmer that caresses polished underbelly and capacious wingsails, each protected from the full force of canicular heat by his large, yet graceful bulk. All the rest, from haunches to tail, has been crafted with joyous abandon out of solid, water-slicked ochre touched by a light layer of brilliant algae.

Cloak and Dagger Jhereg Blue Dragonet heard alright. Oh he /heard/. But whether he likes it or not, he doesn't show. Instead he begins to stalk, to hunt. Through the shadows (what there are), to between adult dragon legs. A good place to pause and study.

V'ria smiles down at the brown, gesturing towards M'hail and taking a few steps forward. Checking once that Nidheith is following, which he is, so she makes herself over to him.

Aliria chuckles at J'lia, then points as another brown emerges. "Well, you can take some comfort in that. Another fine brown."

Ooo another pretty egg looking as if it's ready to hatch....and surely it does, a brown that captures Kindri's eyes with a smile. Another glance is given to the blue that doesn't notice that someone notices his stalking. She looks at the remaining candidates. Oh definitely dwindling in numbers aren't we?

"Ohh," Laytonal sighs in admiration for the new brown addition. "He's so lovely...you could almost cuddle him, if it weren't for his claws." He smiles wryly as he watches the brown's motions.

Br'kka claps and calls out "Congratulations V'ria!" blue rider calls out "Looks like Anuith's gonna have some competition now." she teases.

V'zan class out to J'lia, "We definitely /do/ need more bronzes. More bronzes means one of us should have a chance of outflying you and Anuith." He grins at the brownrider, briefly sticking out his tongue.

Pragmatic King Kazul Bronze Dragonet steps free of his confining shell casing. Well, perhaps stepping is what he had in mind. However, the otherwise regal-looking dragonet is anything but noble on his newly hatched feet. Wobbling and waving, he begins his trek toward the gathering of candidates. Several give a yelp and dart out of the way as he weaves his unbalanced way through them.

Kiyo flashes a grin towards V'ria, "Oh perfect. Perfect match indeed."

Laytonal catches sight of a new bronze. "Oh! I didn't see that bronze before!" He points unnecessarily in his direction.

Chocolate Candy Egg begins to quiver a bit more insistently. My turn! Please?

Valader's flashing eyes follow the Jhereg. That is one to be careful of. Nearly lost him for a second there. The others? They're far too obvious. Too loud. But that blue. For one so young... he is impressed.

Giorge is elbowed light and chuckles, "Aye it could be a possibility." But that's not something he'd truely thought of.

Lilian steps back slightly as the new brown comes from the still egg that just broke. She watches the dragonet, eyes just slightly wide, not ever imagining a brown with such coloring... So beautiful.

J'lia sticks her tongue out back at V'zan. "Anuith can be outflown. I'm sure Noswaith is perfectly capable, if you stopped hampering his capacity." And then, to Aliria, she nods. "Oh, quite. Another brown. Beautiful."

Kindri watches with bright eyes sparkling as she sees the bronze. "Oh he's so regal looking, I wonder who'll Impress him." She looks with a smile as she sees the chocolate egg, wondering if it'll ever hatch....her eyes meagerly able to keep up with all the goings on around her. Her eyes drift left to right as so does her head. And the nerves return making her shake a bit.

Crafty African Hydra Brown Dragonet rolls out of the shards of his shell in a rush of slippery birthfluids before undulating quickly to his feet. A moment is spent contemplating the wall of white before he sets off on his mission. His promised one.. where is she? It /is/ a she, of that he's certain.

V'ria beams happily, rest found in her with her new lifemate. She moves over to where she was directed, attention all on the brown following close behind her.

Kirah watches as that little blue hides. "What is it about these blues, not one of them has behaved normally." She asks, Laytonal, as if he's suddenly the expert in the field. She glances again to the eggs that remain unhatched, still so many...her poor feet.

Cloak and Dagger Jhereg Blue Dragonet is tired of all these games and such. There's a moment for stalking and a moment for capturing. And right now, he knows what he wants, sees what he wants, and is gonna take it. Or him. No matter what.

Cloak and Dagger Jhereg Blue Dragonet stalks a convoluted path through the flurry of targets on the sands. The last knot of white robes inspected, his assignation is completed and assassin's path chosen. Valader finds whip-lean form before him, eyes staring absolute devotion.

Laytonal shakes his head. "I have /no/ idea. They'd be great as Harpers, wouldn't they?" He grins wryly.

Blues are rarely normal. Aliria would be the first to give the litany, but then...."Well done!" she bellows gleefully. Another blue's Impressed.

M'hail catches sight of the newest blue addition, grinning at Valader and waving him over. "His name, boy?" he asks, grinning at Al as she proclaims congratulations. Can't really have too many blues, really.

Hairline cracks spider-crawl across the mottled surface of Dibhala's Century Egg's sectioning colors into the mosaic of a demented artisan. Suddenly, a single pristine claw breaks through the web of fractures, causing the egg shatter; a classic example of shoddy workmanship.

God-slayer Cappadocian Blue Dragonet
Shivering silver spun into delicate webs drapes neckridges, then shudders along dusky blue hide, engraving starlight on his haunches before finally slipping into shadows on sinuous tail's tip. Depths of midnight gleam mysteriously from vampiric wings, highlighted by silver's intoxicating shimmer, coruscating along veins and slender bones. Blue of the deepest shadow's depths slides down his muzzle, ringing narrowed eyeridges and the whirling eye of the hunter beneath, while a coronet of silver snakes gracefully across his headknobs.

V'lad takes a momentary step back as the Jhereg suddenly rushes him. But a smile, a real smile that is so rarely seen on this young Bitran's face, appears. "Taltoth," he declares.

Kirah chuckles, "Yeah, there is something to that I think. Trade skill, goes with the blue color perhaps?" What would the other harpers think if they heard her words..."Oh look here's another blue, do you think he'll behave?"

Lilian looks over at the other candidates, the other dragonets roaming the sands, but gaze falls back on the brown. From the touching he is all she could imagine with his shades of color. She continues to move back and forth upon the sand, pulling up the bottom of her robe a bit, trying to keep herself from stepping on it.

Aniy hovers where she was told to wait with Hiroth, the brown occasionally given a soft scritch or a murmured word. As Victoria joins her, she greens in welcome. " Congrats, V'ria. He's lovely."

Khardan regards the hatchlings on the sands in silent patience, anxiety wringing his usual dry wit... well... dry. Nods are given to each comment, but for the nonce, tanner-candie waits in silence.

Kindri looks up with a laugh. "Well well another blue?? Boy is this going to be quite the hatching?" She looks stunned as she watches the new handsome blue and the other eggs. Who's left on the sands now? Well Khardan and Vallen...but that probably won't be for long. And that brown near Lilian seems like they will be the next to go. She gives a soft sigh. "Khardan, we're going down in numbers quick...best of luck."

Chocolate Candy Egg shakes a little bit more, sending a few more silver and red flakes to the sands.

Laytonal eyes the newest blue. "Judging from past references...possibly not." His feet unexpectedly tangle again, and this time he falls over, getting a lovely faceful of hot sand. "Oh, good grief!" he mutters as he comes up, spitting sand. "Yuck."

God-slayer Cappadocian Blue Dragonet shivers, sending egg fragments flying in every direction. Regal brow is raised, Sands scanned, and candidates located even before he takes his very first steps. Mincing over the egg shards, he bows reverently to Joceth and Anuith, then shakes himself again, flaring his glistening wings to dry them high above his head.

Br'kka watches Lilian silently and murmurs softly "I /do/ hope she impresses." of course blue rider is a bit biased.

Vallen's eyes dart this way and that, more or less transfixed. His eyes follow the regal one, but for once, the candidate is speechless. There's just nothing to say. Nothing to add. The two Weaver candies stand side by side, silent, it seems, awaiting their fate.

Step, step, /shake/. Crafty African Hydra Brown Dragonet preens for a moment, entranced by the play of light over his hide. Finally he strides away from the shards and begins to nose around the more feminine Candidates. I'll make you a bargain, my own. If you stand still, I'll find you.

Kindri looks over to Lilian with a smile and then she watches the blue. He obviously knows what he wants and will get it for sure. She grins as she looks to the remaining eggs and wonders if there'll be any more greens? Can't just have only one green for a hatching? That wouldn't be fair would it?

Pragmatic King Kazul Bronze Dragonet bobbles his way across the sands, bumping into candidates and sending one or two to the sands. No serious damage done. Whoops, pardon me. So noble looking a dragonet, yet so unnoble in movement. Still, head held high, he filters through the crowd, stumbling his way toward a group of men.

Anuith eyes this newest child of his with bemusement, and tilts his head to the lad. Fare thee well, youngling. J'lia, however, lifts an eyebrow. "That's a creature S'tric would like. Manners, manners. Always manners. What an overrated form of conduct." She lets her attention stay to the browns, instead.

Giorge shifts slightly from one foot to the other, eyes landing on the newest blue with a fair air of approval. Interesting sort indeed.

Siani has been silently watching the dragonets hatch and search, some finding, some still looking. "All these bronzes, J'lia. I never realized Anuith would be such a bronze producer for the Weyr. Perhaps Suyinth will have to let him catch next time." A teasing wink follows her words.

Ashy Phoenix Egg's trembling becomes increasingly agitated, maroon mark soon marred by a spreading fissure.

Laytonal gets up, trying to rid his mouth of the last of the gritty sand. "That's it. My feet can just cook," he mutters in an aside to Kirah. "I don't need feet to play the gitar, do I?" He watches the dragonets moving about the Sands, here...there.

Fossilized Dinosaur Egg rolls over lazily to present verdigris fronds relief from the heat.

Lilian continues to watch the brown, and she to notices the beautiful glimmer of his hide. She is trying to stay still, it is just the sand is hot and well she has been out here in a long time in an oversized robe. She does slow her pace quite bit, feet hardly moving... Can't look like some weird avian right?

V'zan scowls at Siani's words. "Hey now, can't let Anuith have /all/ the fun."

"Why, Weyrleader, haven't you been getting enough fun?" This comment from Anki, she whose feet are aflame.

A head pokes up from the crowd of candidates left, Kindri watches the Ashy Phoenix Egg with curiosity, isn't it bad that chocolate egg hasn't hatched yet but now that one and the dinosaur one. Runners and such are much easier to understand to the mind of this young woman at least. She smiles looking over at all the riders and wonders what's going on among them as they see each dragonet and each Impression. She looks over to Lilian with a smile, "How you doing over there? Not too hot?"

Aliria chortles. "Be afraid," she advises. "Sinth has just informed me that it's unfair blues don't get to sire clutches." Not that her lifemate has an interest in golds, but he's rather liked this sands bit. Lamentably.

Vallen is stock still. Is it respect for the dragonettes, or fear that he'll be the next to be trampled? Eyes flicker from Khardan to . . .umm. . . whats-his-name. They don't seem to be moving. He'll stand his ground then.

Br'kka throws an aside to the other AWLM's "Wanna bet the blue impresses next?" she watches and shifts from foot to foot "Or the brown?"

J'lia nods slightly to the weyrwoman. "It is, indeed, a pity that it's eventually the bronze who continues the line for good. I suppose it's good that he clutches so many. But he doesn't lay golds. You'll need Noswaith a bit long--" She pauses, though, catching V'zan's words. Irritated? Him? "Though," she adds with mirth, "I wouldn't be against him catching yet again."

God-slayer Cappadocian Blue Dragonet fans his wings suddenly, rising up on his haunches to regard the candidates with the honed eye of the hunter, then, just as abruptly, he drops to the Sands, pacing quickly and quietly towards the first group - a set of rather giggly girls from Fort Hold, they merit only a sparing glance before he continues down the line, seeking one who will honour the hunt as much as He.

Kirah shakes her head slowly at Laytonals words. "Not most days I'd reckon." Not ever, actually. She shrugs as she turns her gaze with renewed interest to the sands. "Who d'ya think is going to end up with that bronze?"

V'netin overhears the comment from the weyrwoman, and tries to hide a grin. Her eyes stay on the eggs and hatchlings, though, as she tries to keep tabs on the greens -- hard to do with all those bronzes tumbling about.

Khardan is moving. In place. His feet are shuffling slightly as the heat from the sands penetrates through the thin soles. Eyes flicker to the blue, and to the brown, and settle on the Ashy egg. Curiosity grows in leaps and bounds.

V'zan tosses a smile towards Anki, "One can never have enough fun. Especially not when one is young, male, and lifemated to an energetic bronze."

Laytonal shakes his head again, one final time. "Again, no idea. Khardan would look good with it though, don't you think?" He gazes in Khardan's direction thoughtfully.

Anki crosses her arms, tone rather...dry. "I didn't realize you were referring to T'baro, Weyrleader. Shouldn't you give his bronze a little time to grow up first?"

M'hail isn't paying attention to the interchange between goldrider and brown. Instead, his eyes are riveted upon the latest blue and his antics. "Who's that blue makin' fer, d'ye figure, Al?" he asks absently, still following the progress with his eyes.

J'lia smirks. "Catching queens is more than 'fun,' weyrleader. It's a duty. Responsibility. Important, and all." Not that she's let her head inflate. Anki's comment provokes a grin.

Giorge is honourable. Well, sorta. If only he could get the hang of this 'courage' thing. He spies the blue across the way and puffs up his own chest for show. To who, is anyones guess, but eyes do wander over that blue. Yes, a respectable individual indeed.

With slowing, clumsy steps, Pragmatic King Kazul Bronze Dragonet manages to make his way closer to a particular group of three men. At least, he's fairly close. It's hard to tell if he's going to stop or if he's going to stumble his way right through them all. Tail lashes to and fro, perhaps used as a balance against the sand, perhaps as a feeler of sorts for what lies just ahead.

Ashy Phoenix Egg's shudders gradually give way to a rhythmic rocking, back and forth, side to side, a dark smudge of movement amidst the bright shards of so many shattered shells.

Aliria's gaze follows M'hail's. "Well, at a guess, I'd say that one looks like a mirror," she hazards, pointing a fellow on the sands.

Khardan turns his head slowly, eyeing the approaching bronze. " Look, Vallen," he remarks. " I think he's coming for you." False modesty? Not from Khardan. He simply doesn't believe in himself.

Kindri glimpses to the remaining eggs, not really bothering with the dragonets and their search but focusing on those dragonets in eggs. Definitely interesting little ones to find out what colors they may be. She smiles as she sees the Ashy one move again and stretches her arms out as she gets a bit stiff standing still for a while. She shakes the sand out of her sandals and wipes her forehead.

Chocolate Candy Egg quakes impatiently. Mememe!

T'baro pops out of his bubble of babbling incoherence at the sound of his name. "What? Whazzat you say, Anki?" His features are the picture of puzzlement, mouth a moue of bemusement. A playful nudge from Icareth sets him to grinning again. "No, that's Anki," he fondly corrects some draconic guess.

Marduk gives a quiet little sigh, shifting his weight more frequently now. He was so sure she'd be here somewhere. Waiting to do battle. He was ready. This was his time, wasn't it?

V'zan now sticks his tongue out at Anki, woefully proclaiming, "Why must I be so constantly abused?" Soon, however, his attention is drawn back towards the drama unfolding amidst the remaining candidates.

Laytonal turns a brief gaze to the Ashy Phoenix Egg. "That one's been rocking for ages!" he notes critically. "You'd think they'd be in a hurry to hatch, wouldn't you?" His eyes start watering from pain in his feet, but he tries to ignore it, reciting a Teaching Ballad backwards to keep his mind off it.

Crafty African Hydra Brown Dragonet stalks down one line of Candidates, steps carefully placed. Head snakes around for sight of his promised, salmon-pink shimmering as wings vane. Get out of my way, you annoying, /moving/ things. He shoulders his way through the line, catching a glimpse of a rather quiet knot of robes.

Br'kka chuckles softly as she watches the dragonets, eyes once again alight on the brown and watches him quietly "Who do you reckon that brown's heading for M'hail?" she asks over the din. "I mean..just /look/ at him go."

Kiyo plucks a leaf or something from her outfit, mulling over the events of the evening as they unravel before her. Wonderful yes, indeed. At V'zan's comments, "Well, isn't abuse part of the job requirement for being Weyrleader?" She always thought it was, "Remind me, I still need to get my share of that in."

God-slayer Cappadocian Blue Dragonet stops, orienting himself, then darts quickly through a large group of the white robes, finding himself following closely behind the bronze dragonet ahead before he pauses, sniffing the air curiously. There's definitely something about that fellow - is the bronze going for him first? The blue trumpets challengingly, surging towards the threesome as fast as his silver'd haunches can take him.

Vallen glances over to . . . whoever that is . . . puffing out his chest. Well, if he can look honorable, Vallen can look regal. After all, who better than Vallen to look the part? He gulps at Khardan's comment, but braces himself to be ready to jump out of the way. Just in case. That dragon might be a king, but he sure doesn't look like any Solomon.

Elisa looks over at Kiyo at that comment and covers her lips with her hand, but it doesn't hide the shaking of her shoulders as she giggles silently.

V'zan pointedly ignores Kiyo. At least the new bronzeriders will treat him with the appropriate amount of respect. Hopefully.

Kirah points to the flurry of activity over by the bronze and now blue. "I think that answers the question of the blue...just look at 'im it's almost as if he's trying to sneak in and steal that bronze's lifemate." That'd be the day.

Pragmatic King Kazul Bronze Dragonet draws closer to his quarry, clumsy steps making his attempts less than noble, less than refined. Several candidates scurry away from the bumbling dragonet, frantic not to be trampled upon. Closer still he stumbles to the young man with black locks and high cheekbones. The slight hook of his chosen candidate's nose beckons to him until - finally! - the young bronze can kidnap Vallen with his russet-touched tail and claim Vallen as /his/ Prince and lifemate.

Watching the chocolate egg with silent grace as she moves from side to side, Kindri sighs softly then looks up to see Vallen Impress a bronze. Oh shards no! Not an ego to match his!!!

J'lia suggests--"You'd better get it in soon, Kiyo. No doubt his term will be over the moment Suyinth next flies." Anuith may sire bronzes, but she's absolutely certain he sires /good/ bronzes. "Ooh! It's that weaver!" The one that designed her horrid dress? She doesn't remember.

Laytonal chuckles, then eyes Vallen. "Another one bites the Sands, I see," he murmurs. "Congrats, Vallen!"

Giorge is still puffing out that chest of his, but see...there's that blue charging this way and well, it just would /not/ -do- to be run over. His move? To duct in behind Wally. Perfect shield really. Convenient too.

Khardan laughs as he dances back, moving away from the bronze and his new lifemate. " Vallen!" is sung from his throat. " You've done the Hall proud!" Now they don't have to depend on him.

Lilian is stopping her movement now, now paying attention less to the heat of the sands, and more of the brown which is now close to the candidates. She smiles a bit as her eye catches Vallen impressing. "Congrats.." She says while still keeping an eye on that brown, who seems to be moving rather quickly.

Wait. Peek. Was that Vallen? Anki stands on tiptoes and hollers, one arm waving. "Gooooo Weavers! Vallen, you stud!" Well, he'll have to be one now.

Icareth's ever-shifting curiosity finds its way to the Impression of another bronze. "Vallen!" T'baro whoops, a grin threatenting to split his face wide open. "Congratulations!"

Vallen gasps. Yes, the king has chosen him. "Yevgeth," he whispers, then calls out louder. "It's Yevgeth!" He beams at the royalty in front of him, too entranced to even wave at Mummy in the stands. What a wonder.

"You never can tell," Al murmurs. "So many were so certain he'd go green." She flashes toward Siani.

Kiyo glimmers in Elisa's direction and gleams back at V'zan. She'll have to have a conversation or two with those new bronzes. She (and perhaps a couple of the others) will set them straight. Yup.

God-slayer Cappadocian Blue Dragonet won't be denied so easily. He snorts, pacing royally around the stumbling monarch and his new lifemate, then snakes his head around the erstwhile weaver to peer with great interest at what lies beyond.

Phoenix struggles from behind a towering Istan, and beckons. "Marvelous," she pronounces, and grants the newly Impressed bronzerider a smile. "What's his na--oh, lovely. Yevgeth. Move over towards the side now, please, we'll get him fed as soon as we're done."

Kirah calls across the sands. "Congrats Vallen!" Though now she's sure they weyrlingmasters are going to have their hands full... that ego's gonna take some toning down. She shifts again on her feet, and casts a wary glance at the remaining eggs.

Chocolate Candy Egg begins rocking more insistently.

Khardan eyes the blue warily and moves to the side a bit more. Have at 'em, gentlemen. He doesn't want to get trampled.

Kindri smiles and sighs as she looks towards the blue on his hunt and same with the brown. Hopefully they'll find someone soon and maybe the other eggs will hatch too. Kindri seems to shake a bit with her nerves, if only something could calm her down...

Laytonal chuckles mysteriously to himself, and wipes another droplet of sweat off his brow with his sleeve. "Let's see...who's left, I wonder. I've lost track."

V'netin tilts her head at Vallen's celebration, musing to herself, "Yevgeth? What a great name." She grins as she's silently reminded of a better one, and she adds her own whoop for the newly impressed.

Giorge blinks as his shield impresses, then blinkblinks as he suddenly finds himself eye to eye with that formerly charging blue. Interesting situation. One that's he's definitely up to task for... after a gulp or two that is. Peered at, he peers in return, wiggling fingers in hesitant greeting at that staring blue. Uh...hullo?

Crafty African Hydra Brown Dragonet pauses as he breaks through. Headknobs wave their baked sienna through the air as he peers at that group. Yeees. He moves slowly now, steps lazily as quiet legs are stalked. You. You there with the baked feet. Since you stood so graciously still, I'll take you.

The wait nears its end. Crafty African Hydra Brown Dragonet coils tight as his gaze strikes another denizen of warmer climes. A moment passes, then another, and then...he's ready. With an explosive, crocodilian rush, he bowls Lilian over to the hot sands: his, now and forever.

God-slayer Cappadocian Blue Dragonet, however, isn't willing to commit just yet. He tilts his dark head, silver circlet glimmering as he sizes up the boy with quiet contemplation. Is he the one?

Aliria blinks at the brown's quick rush. "Another one to watch." She grins at J'lia. "He might give Anuith competition in a couple turns."

Continued in Part 3

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