| Fort Weyr's Fall 2001 Hatching (Part 1) Friday, October 26, 2001 Gold Suyinth & Bronze Yevgeth The World of Pern(tm) copyright (c) 1967 by Anne McCaffrey. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. Log courtesy of Siani POV from the Galleries ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From the sands, P'tala winces at the heat, stretching her limbs out a bit and wringing her hair out. "Sharding... dragons... 'n their... Argh." Those are her first words. Bowing to both Suyinth and Yevgeth, she sneaks near the Weyrwoman, her hands holding out an offering: "Merlot." Offered with a grin, and said with a beam. Hasek nods to Arial From the sands, Despite the number of Hatchings Siani has attended, she still twists her fingers together nervously, pacing across the sands in short, quick steps as the dragons start their quiet humming. From the sands, Hanz ventures hesitantly away from the bowl entrance. Zeya climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Sylvan climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Aouda climbs up the stairs from the entrance. R'kan lounges by the galleries, looking very much the casual boy o' Fort. Hey, look, it's a cutie from Xanadu. "Hey Arial!" the boy calls out, gesturing the bluerider towards his seat. Jeryn is coddled with matronly glee, and his face is lit with a typical smile. "How are you? Haven't seen you in... ages, it seems." From the sands, Flower Bride Egg gives a tiny shudder. A teasing bit of moment that ends just as soon as it begins. From the sands, Ignoble Eidolon Egg sits. Silent. Immobile. Shhhh. Not yet. From the sands, Moon's Pale Tear Egg shifts gently in the hot sands, sand slowly slipping away from it's edges, while still eclipsed in sands. Only subtle movements now, practically undetectable to all but those staring directly at the ovoid. From the sands, Fortune's Beckoning Egg shudders just a bit in the searing heat, so subtle that it's probably unnoticed by the crowd. Zeya smiles and walks over to Jenar. Is it just her or is it really warm in here? She sheds her cloak for her cooler dress. Much better. "How are you Ma'am?" she suddenly turns to the ledge however as the eggs move, ooh they're even prettier about to hatch! From the sands, Priestess of Avalon Egg seems to twitch slightly, but then again, it could be just a trick of the heat. Jenar heard the news and made her way to the Galleries a bit ahead of the crowd it seems. Smith sits with arms crossed, worried thoughts move across her face. R'kan has the kid. Though Jenar has gotten much better at dealing with Jeryn spending daddy time. Eyes flicker towards some of the people entering the Galleries. She actually has duties at this hatching. "Zeya, good to see some smiths got up here to cheer for Aryion." From the sands, Heralding Dark Warrior Egg simply rests there. The time has not come. Darkness tinges upon the ovoid, as little flickers of opalescent fire glimmer upon its surface. Somewhat weak-legged, Aouda strides over to sit by...er...Shells. She doesn't know anyone here. With her mood dampened slightly, she shuffles over to an unoccupied bench and rests her chin on her knees. Ah well, at least alone, she couldn't annoy anyone...and she wouldn't have to worry about being annoyed. Hasek sits watching. Hasek mutters about the heat. From the sands, S'lan may be dressed in a light outfit but the sands are hot, he hasn't been on the sands in many turns. His weight is already shuffling from one foot to the other. From the sands, Tragic Redemption Egg trembles quietly in its bed of warm sand, seeming to burrow itself deeper within the protective grains. Zinia climbs up the stairs from the entrance. From the sands, Apple of Hesperides Egg pulses with its inner vitality, the shell's brief shiver a red mirage across its surface. Infinite time spans a brilliant crimson facade. Infinite time�infinite patience. Lyllya climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Johanna climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Lyrn climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Above the sands, Icareth arrows sleekly through the bowl entrance. Zeya turns back to Jenar, "Yes Ma'am. Just me though." she glances over at Aouda and plops down next to her a hand offered, "I'm Zeya." she smiles brightly as always. Above the sands, Icareth hovers and then chooses his spot on the viewing ledges. Wylin climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Keliana climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Caitlin climbs up the stairs from the entrance. From the sands, V'zan consciously resists the urge to shift from foot to foot on the burning sands. Nervously adjusting his collar, he surveys the gathering crowd and longingly eyes the gallery seats. Wylin trots up the stairs not far behind Zinia, Lyrn and Johanna. In fact he calls to them. "Hold up!" he offers with a chuckle at the fact he had managed to go the wrong way to the caverns. M'dan climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Hasek nods hello. Jenar nods at the apprentice. "Well maybe more will come later. Just don't get into any trouble or Sillvena will have my head." That said eyes go back to the eggs, almost waiting for them to hatch. Aouda blinks at Zeya...hey! A nice person to sit with! "I'm Aouda." she replies, grinning and taking her hand in her own, rather clammy grip. Lyllya finds a spot with a rather nice view and settles in, her hands immediately folding into her lap as she peers out at the sands. "You know, they're simply lovely." Yes, she's talking to herself again. M'dan is spotted and waved over to sit beside her. "M'dan! You can see everything from here." Until some dolt with a huge hat or hair sits in front of her, that is. Keliana curtseys as she enters the Hatching Grounds, then scuffles over to Zeya, sitting next to her and Aouda. She is grinning like a dim-glow, and is still beaming at her luck. From the sands, Child of Sadness Egg almost imperceptibly wobbles from side to side, a soothingly fluid motion, before returning to utter stillness. From the sands, Water's Illusion Egg rocks briefly too and fro, clinking its shell against a clutchmate. There it rests, nudging against its neighbor every once in a while as if the tide inside was anxious to finally roll upon the shore.. free. Zhyni climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Above the sands, Ystenth arrows sleekly through the bowl entrance. Zinia grins as the herder can't keep up. "Aww come on Wylin, we aren't going that fast," And she stops as she enters, gaze flickering towards the eggs and the people on the sands before she smiles back at Johanna. "Bet you didn't expect to see this while you were checking the runners." From the sands, T'var braves the sands with a tolerant sort of amusement. Heat and grit are not the best way to condition one's hair, after all. Which is part of the reason he has tied his long, luscious locks back in an intricate braid. Calmly the Weyrsinger walks over towards the rest, as comfy as possible in his 'Hatching' boots. Ah, there's a couple of bronzeriders he can wrap his arms around. Choices, choices. Above the sands, Ystenth hovers and then chooses his spot on the viewing ledges. Johanna smiles and turns to look over her shoulder at Wylin "Catch up." she calls back as she spots other familiar faces, she waves at Aouda and then finds a spot for her friends to join her, making sure some miners don't sit on there and she grins at Zinia and waves them over "No not at all." From the sands, Fractured Symmetries Egg simply waits. Light falls upon its symmetrical surface, the scarlet blotch darkening strangely with the coming of the light. Darkness, and light, and that within, remains silent. Remains still. Gowron skitters cautiously down from the viewing ledges. From the sands, Burning Coals' Challenge Egg's glow is hypnotic and mystifying, but its dance has yet to begin. Testing, taunting, the red seems brighter, the egg's teases as promising as its threats. M'dan looks across the Galleries and notes that there is little room, though he may get to take that small spot next to Lyllya. He waves and moves up, excusing himself as he presses between people. Arriving behind Lyllya he sits down, his hip squeezing up next to hers "Right, I see what you mean." He slips his cap off and wipes his baldhead. Rayna follows her Master in, the obedient apprentice as always. Notebook is out and ready though, seems this girl is just dying to write more songs, and what better place for harper fodder then a hatching? From the viewing ledge, another golden form lands and lets down her rider. This time it is Lady Sabria of Xanadu Weyr who ventures down and takes a seat. In fact, she purposefully plops down beside the other gold rider from the south, on the side not occupied by the brownrider. �Ah, thought I saw Miyuth taking off before I left Fabrinath's ledge.� she remarks casually. The retired Weyrwoman peers curiously out at the sands. �Glad I'm not the one out there tonight.� Zeya smiles at Aouda again and turns to wave Keli over, "Keli, sit with me!" she pats the seat next to her and then turns her attention to the increasingly active eggies, �Ohhh, I wonder what color they will be?� Caitlin steps up and looks around, eyes on her apprentices so they do not run amok. A singular look and stare going at Zhyni as if impressing on her that she must behave and a smile for Rayna. She glances around and waves at her daughter and then smiles at Ethan "Hello Ethan, come for the view?" Wylin shakes his head and chuckles. "I'm coming, I'm coming� I�m here." He then offers with a chuckle before also waving to faces. "Hiii!" he calls to a few herders waving as he goes to take a seat. Looking from Johanna to Zinia he then asks. "There are two herders standing if I remember rightly." Lyrn snorts at poor Wylin as she checks her pouch...yes, two marks was all she had...and she had placed half of that on...well, she certainly isn't telling. With luck, though, she'd have another mark handy. And /that/ was Master Caitlin. The Master Caitlin. But now, she was determined to watch the eggs, because that was what was most important...not because she wanted to see all that mushy impression stuff...she just wanted /her/ candidate of choice to impress her /color/ of choice. Yes. That was her goal. Her cold eyes follow that particular candie mercilessly on the sands as a grin toys with her lips. "Two herders." she agrees, nodding. Mhairi climbs up the stairs from the entrance. From the sands, Siani spies Hanz and quickens her footsteps until she joins him, smiling nervously as his arm is suddenly held captive by her slender, clutching fingers, "I'm so glad you came!" From the sands, Fire's Oracle Egg vibrates and shimmers, the vermilion surface subtly wavering like the flickering of a candle's flame in a gentle breeze. From the sands, L'lia is moving around behind S'lan and over towards Siani and Penta as well, this is her first time on the sands since Impression, and it is more hot then she thought, "I think time dulled my mind to the heat..." She says softly to the Weyrlingmaster. Zhyni scampers in, not looking in the least bit squashed. Caitlin's look is met with a look of wide-eyed innocence as the apprentice settles herself on a seat where she can see it all. Hasek says, "Which do you think will hatch first?� Quietly he strains for a better view. Zinia sees the Masterharper enter and gives her a wave. "Heya Master Caitlin!." She then turns to look at Wylin. "Are there? I know there are a few weyrfolk standing. This one girl who makes really good cookies. Her name is Razel. Who are the herders?" she asks curiously, waiting for the candidates to appear. From the sands, Cera walks onto the sands. From the sands, Razel walks onto the sands. From the sands, Kishairyn walks onto the sands. From the sands, Maeko walks onto the sands. From the sands, Aryion walks onto the sands. From the sands, Menacion walks onto the sands. From the sands, Luchesi walks onto the sands. From the sands, Anki walks onto the sands. From the sands, Gabriela walks onto the sands. From the sands, Taire walks onto the sands. From the sands, Fynelox walks onto the sands. From the sands, Nonam walks onto the sands. From the sands, Sanna walks onto the sands. From the sands, Thanial walks onto the sands. Keliana smiles warmly at Zeya, her extreme nervousness ebbing off. She gestures at the wobbling eggs, "Aren't they so beautiful?" she says in barely a hiss. She looks at the candidates walking onto the sands, and cheers as Cera joins them. Go Weaver! Ethan enters the galleries, having been summarily summoned from his hall by dragonback, and approaches the Masterharper of Pern with a definitive scowl upon his face. "Master Caitlin," he greets solemnly, inclining his head to the woman. "Yes, one of my apprentices is on the sands and I am hoping to get her back, if possible." Does someone not like dragons in this crowd? Indeed... From the sands, S'lan glances over his shoulder at L'lia and chuckles softly. "When you're a candidate you don't notice as much, your mind is filled with wonder and awe. From the sands, M'lan walks onto the sands. From the sands, Hanz hurries to his love and places his hand over hers on his arm, "Came as soon as I could. Just left my shop." Dark eyes survey Suyinth with deep respect and then he notices some of the eggs shifting about. "It's beginning", he whispers to Siani. Hasek says, "Go Anki.� From the sands, V'len walks onto the sands. Hasek smiles. From the sands, P'tala raises a brow at V'zan, scooching herself next to the Weyrleader with a cheeky grin. "You have little right to be nervous," she mumbles, pointing at the galleries. "No pressure. Just grin at them, and wave at anyone you know. They--, she says, pointing at the candidates now filing in, /They/ have a right to be nervous. Rayna slips towards the front, eyes wide as she looks at the sands, so similar, yet different from the last time she was here. Not to mention all the people. Ack. Girl quickly scampers back to her Master's side, wondering where she should sit and where exactly she can hide here. Zeya stands and cheers, "Yay, Aryion!" and begins to clap like an idiot, smiling as if she has gone mad. Lyllya points to the candidates coming out- you know, like she missed the rocking eggs and humming dragons- and nearly squeeks. "Oooh, there they are.. Oh, and look! There's Anki!" Hands are clapped as she leans forward, peering to see the rest of the candidates. "Say, aren't there a few other weavers in this batch? I know Master Ywain said something about losing more than they'd really cared to.." From the sands, Leading the Candidates onto the sands with V'len, M'lan's gaze sweeps over them. He gives an encouraging smile, briefly, before he heads over to the others, his gaze pausing here or there upon one of the candidates. He murmurs to V'len, "Here goes nothing." From the sands, Zanoot follows the candidates in and bows to the dragons on the sands. Caitlin smiles at Ethan and gestures "Looks like a journeyman of yours as well is out there." She smiles as she gestures "They did not raid Harper Hall too much tis time." Zinia is waved at and then she slips into a seat and gestures "Join me Ethan and you don't have to add Master to my name." She winks and glances as the candidates enter "Here it starts." From the sands, Bow, bow, bow and /bow/. Weyrwoman, clutchmom and clutchdad all receive a bow of sorts from Anki as she quicksteps onto the sands, walking sideways to firmly park on a spot. That's right. Just try to take it away from her. From the sands, V'len follows the candidates out, and then actually trots across the sands to stand by his dragon. Think he's going to miss the bows? Not a chance. He eyes each of them expectantly. It's his last shot at this... it'd better be a /good/ bow. From the sands, Another tremble seemingly sends waves crashing across the surface of Child of Sadness Egg. The tiny spark pulses with the movement of life 'neath shell's surface, awaiting final release. From the sands, Neil, the tiny Smith Apprentice, staggers onto the sands and does the dance of the hot feet, shifting from one to another. Hop. Hop. "This is sharding /hot/." He states the obvious. He does that well. Johanna grins at Zinia and then gestures "Look Fynelox is there..." She glances around for the other Herder and claps her hands "I hope they Impress, I mean I hope they don't, oh dear I don't know what I hope" she decides just to watch at this point, safer that way. Caryll creeps in, managing to find a seat with both a view and that's out of the way. Her gaze focuses on the one candidate that she recognizes from her short time at the Weaverhall, Kishairyn. The eggs themselves are watched with quiet appreciation. From the sands, Flower Bride Egg shifts again, a touch of impatience implied in the sudden movement that sends tiny bits of sand spraying outward. Auburn hues gleam brightly in the light of the glows - warm and inviting. Kisses of rose and frond seem more fertile somehow, illuminated by the promise of life anew. From the sands, Moon's Pale Tear Egg shifts again, this time slightly more violently. Its gentle eclipse slowly subsiding to the slow but constant movements of the egg. The dip in the sand it has warmed in for what seems a long time, is now widening with every shift, leaving the egg to move more freely. From the sands, Razel isn't nervous. She's ill. Really. This is worse than eating a full pot of ealpeal stew! Her stomach is just rolling, but still, she does what she was told, and bows low to both clutch mommy and daddy. A wave to Yevgeth, is added, and she wishes that she was simply here to feed him cinnamon rolls again. Then maybe she'd not be so queasy. Am'ly perches in the back, relaxed yet somehow imbibed with as much tense excitement as everyone else. No longer does she need to be in the front row to experience it all. From the sands, Fynelox follows the other candidates out and onto the Hatching Cavern. He sucks in a hiss as his feet meet the heat of the sands, the thin sandals he wears is evidently little protection. Looking around, his eyes turn towards the parental pair of dragons out there and the riders arranged by them. As they approach, he bows politely to them all, managing not to trip or fall on his face in the process. At least not yet. From the sands, Cera glances Kisha, then at Sanna, before blinking and bowing, nearly bobbing. One bow to the Weyrwoman and group, one bow to Suyinth and Yevgeth. Oh, let that be fine. Keliana's two flits chitter to each other, and she has to scold them just to be able to hear. They continue, always having to be punished as they get continually louder. She sighs, then watches as the others cheer on their favorites. She smiles, "Go Cera!" She waves wildly, missing her at the Hall. She wants her to Impress, but she won't have her at Weaver CraftHall anymore to ask questions. She claps and waves again. From the sands, Heralding Dark Warrior Egg moves now. Just a touch. The sand around the ovoid shifts, subtly. Nothing to see here. That within will emerge in its proper time. M'dan looks out on the sands and says, "Yes, Anki, and some others we do not know. Though that young smith is out there also. One of the apprentices who came up with me was allowed since they started at the crafthall together." He points to Aryion. Lyrn sniffs, spotting P'tala.../evil/ P'tala, out on the sands. For a moment there, she had forgotten that dreadful ride a-dragonback...for one shelling moment. She hadn't placed anything on the Herders Johanna spoke of, so she pays little attention to their conversation, once again reviewing the contents of her mark pouch. From the sands, Gabriela trips over her sandals, nearly falling, mainly because all the candidates are pushing from behind. She would've stayed behind, if it weren't for /Menace/. She growls toward him before quickly following suit and bowing. "Ary," she then hisses. "Where are you?" Green eyes peer for the candidate. Mhairi mounts the distance up to the viewing ledges. From the sands, V'zan responds by edging closer to P'tala, partially hiding himself behind her small frame. "I'm sure their excitement balances the anxiety." He flashes a bright smile of encouragement towards the emerging candidates. "All the same, I'm glad I don't ever have to go through that again." From the sands, Maeko has a right to be nervous. Maeko /is/ nervous, no question- especially after that little mention of maulings. Who was that, now? Who can be blamed? Hmph. Hands wring as she follows behind several others, smiling as she takes in the galleries, the eggs, and (of course) the clutchparents, though it's weak at the edges. Bow is given thrice, to Weyrwoman, Suyinth and Yevgeth. From the sands, Ganorene jumps into the air as her feet find sand, and she squeaks loudly and uncomfortably, bowing to the gargantuan metallic dragons with a whimper. Oh shards oh shards, she says, squirming and looking for someone to -- Neeeeeil! she yells, pushing through the crowd towards her prey. From the sands, Ignoble Eidolon Egg moves not at all. Ignorance is bliss. The time is not now. From the sands, Thanial stumbles out last, it seems. He tripped over a stone coming from the barracks and that held him up a bit. Bowing to the large gold, the bronze, and the Weyrleaders, Nial stephops on the Sands. And to think he was cold just this morning.. now the heat seems overwhelming, the long sleeves making it worse. "Hey, wait up Fyne," he calls to the Herder, making his way to stand beside the younger candidate. From the sands, Menacion may be the only calm one of the entire bunch. But even he gets a slight twinge of anxiety and anticipation at the sight of the rocking eggs, quickly suppressing it. Letting go of Gaby, he shrugs. "If Aryion can calm you down, go find him. I think he went that way." From the sands, Taire shuffles out onto the sands in the midst of the group, tugging on her robe here and there -but not too roughly 'cause it would just be her luck if one of the seams split. Just add insult to injury, it would. She is too busy smirking and snorting at the very idea and before she knows it, her sandaled feet are plunging into the sands and the others are bowing and she manages something that some would consider a hiccup -could be a bow. Maybe. From the sands, Kishairyn tugs out the corners of her robe in a quick curtsey, not taking her eyes off the dragons as she dips low to queen and sire, and riders, although she's far more confident of their good intentions. She flashes a grin to her fellows, a cocky salute tossed off. "Come on, y'all, it's just standing around and looking cute. We can handle this." From the sands, Holly bows deeply, a sweeping movement of her arm embellishing her movement. Showoff harper type. She turns to Neil and whispers, "It's a drama... and we're on the stage." The girl has a sense of the dramatic. From the sands, Aryion strides onto the sands and pauses to take in /everything/. A short bow is given toward the galleries and his fellow smiths, while deep respectful bows are given to the Weyrleaders, Yevgeth, and Suyinth. After duty is done, Ary slowly moves over to Gabriela's side. From the sands, Sanna follows the example of others - she bows, to dam and sire, and to their riders, before straightening up, and shifting her dark glance from shaking eggs to fellow candidates. And she edges over a little closer to Anki and Menacion, the nearest to her. Safety in numbers? From the sands, Nonam is already red, so the heat doesn't seem to affect his face at all, though he does quickly adopt that mincing quickstep that is the traditional walk of candidates over the ages. He bows to Suyinth, Yevgeth, and Siani in turn, before moving off by himself, away from most of the other candidates, and to the rear of the group. Ethan is loathe to be familiar in such public places, but he sighs, some of his scowl softening, and nods his head in acknowledgement. "Very well... Caitlin," he acquiesces, before his frown deepens as he inquires, "Journeyman?" Steel gray eyes scan the sands, even as he is joining Caitlin, sitting next to her. "Journeyman Nonam? Will I lose yet another able-bodied craftsman to those.... dragons?" Yes, he was about to call them something else, but ever mindful of the audience, refrains. From the sands, Luchesi is walking, but it hardly feels like it. Not floating either. More like she's gliding, perhaps. That is until her sandaled feet come in contact with the /hot/ sand. And if that's not enough of a crack on the head from Reality, then the shuddering eggs are. Clutch-parents get their bow-bobs before Lu scurries further into the heat. Wylin chuckles as she listens to Johanna and nods. "Oh imagin the Masters wrath of Impression.." he offers but then adds. "Go for it Fynelox.." His eyes are now everywhere, trying to see everything but as he looks about so he turns and smiles to Zinia. "Yep, two herders were taken.." his eyes now trying to stop the latter as all the candidates walk in, eggs rock and so much noise sprouts up. Perrie wanders in, the dark aroma of dirt and other unsavory smells clinging to her. Skin is dusky, a layer of dust and grime darkening the normally fair complexion. Sands are glanced towards and a hand is wiggled in a wave. "Sanna! Hey, guys! Go you!" As if they can hear her. Shoulder lifts in a shrug as the girl finds a seat, confining in the nearby spectators: "I hope Sanna Impresses. Then she won't keep on trying to wash me." From the sands, Anki snorts for the benefit of her fellow Candidate. "Kisha, the day you do cute is the day I do innocent." Eyes shift over the moving eggs and she wiggles her shoulders, trying to get the ache out of them. "Oof. I think I can feel my legs sweating." How delicate of her to mention it too. From the sands, Burning Coals' Challenge Egg sits serene, a telltale change of color hinting at a minute twitch, a miniscule movement, or perhaps just a mirage of hot, comforting sands. From the sands, M'lan shakes his head to himself. Lifting a hand, the bronzerider brushes a few locks of hair from his brow as he settles not far from the other riders. He murmurs to V'zan, "Who d'you think will Impress? I'm betting that Bitran lad impresses for sure..." From the sands, Pinnacled Spires Egg remains as solid and immobile as a rocky fortress. It will take more than a gathering of robed candidates to breach this egg's defenses. From the sands, Zanoot is holding her robe on each side and fanning it trying to keep her feet cool as the wonder of shaking eggs fills her mind. From the sands, Siani offers a wide smile to the candidates as they cross the sands and get settled into their places around the eggs. Suyinth takes a moment's pause from her careful mothering to rumble deeply to everyone present, a note of anticipation lingering in the sound. "Yes," agrees Siani, turning her face to her lifemate, "they look wonderful. Worthy candidates for your eggs." Caitlin grins knowingly at Ethan, eyes glittering, knowing her brusque fellow Craftmaster and not taking it at all seriously "Indeed, you did not hear about your Journeyman?" She shakes her head, "Most inconsiderate them stealing him and not informing you." She smiles "So you are here to fetch them back and not cheer them on?" Caitlin can afford to be laid back, not her harpers out there. From the sands, Moon's Pale Tear Egg rolls slightly moving to the side, the fog azure almost seems to shift because inhabitant�s struggle for freedom. Then it grows still again, the ripples of lavender subsiding, lying calmly on macabre stain's side... From the sands, Neil continues to hop from foot to foot. If this is a show, then he's going to give one sharding humorous performance. He says to the harper-turned-candidate, "The sands are /hot/...who cares about drama?" From the sands, Razel rushes to clasp her hand to her mouth as she gets shoved further across the sands; passing a /moving/ egg as she goes. Joining Cera and Kishairyn, the teen mumbles something from behind her whitened palm. "Oh shards. I really think I AM going to be ill you two..." Eyes are wide, skin is green... She takes a few calming breaths before changing mood swings yet again. A small burp escapes. "Oops, false alarm." It was the ealpeal stew... From the sands, Menacion scoots a little closer to Sanna and Anki. Even he's feeling the age-old impulse to group with others for reassurance. Outwardly, he presents a slightly bored face, though a few tugs on his beard demonstrate his internal state. "I swear, these sands have gone up ten degrees since the last time we were here." He complains, shifting on his feet. From the sands, Gabriela looks toward Menace. "You stay here, too," she tells the former guard. "You're big." And easy to hide behind, m'dear. She looks toward the others as she fidgets with her gown, hair, everything else, still breathing heavily, eyes ignoring the Galleries. "Are they watching?" she murmurs toward the others. Zinia just nods in Wylin's general direction. She is too absorbed now by what is going on on the sands to really focus on much else. No hyperness is even evident in her motions, definitely enthralled on the scene before her. From the sands, Hanz cannot help but be aware of how nervous the candidates must be. He's never been a candidate himself, but can only imagine what they must be feeling at the moment. From the sands, Fynelox looks back just a bit as he hears his name and nods to the candidate coming up beside him. "Heya Thanial." The boy looks relieved, maybe because the taller candidate would provide a good place to hide behind should things turn too excitable. He manages a quiet but nervous grin to the others around him. "Gosh, they're really moving now." Zeya stands off to the side, knuckles turning white as she grips the ledge. Her eyes fixed on the eyes then flicking suddenly to candidate after candidate until she reaches Aryion. She smiles again and is glued to the happenings on the sands. She doesn't mean to be rude to Keli but she's entranced. From the sands, Tragic Redemption Egg manages to roll a span or two away from the others, finally breaking the circular pattern set forth at clutching. Reluctant, it seems, to relinquish its closed ovid to splintered shell. Unwilling yet, to face the fate that will come upon it. From the sands, T'var sidles smoothly closer to stand none too far away from V'len. No, not intruding on personal space, but certainly closer than he really has to be. If it helps at all, he just stands quietly at ease, a vertical repose. "A lovely batch, hmm?" comes the languid tenor, eyes dancing despite the heat. From the sands, V'len isn't so sure about this. After all, he's been watching these eggs for the past ... forever. "You think they're good enough for Yevgeth's spawn? I mean... this is historic! And look at that bunch!" He glances over towards M'lan and snorts. "Bitran lad? I don't know... you know what they say about Bitrans." From the sands, Cera shifts slightly, then smoothes her robe, and raises her head just a little bit. She -IS- a Weaver Journeywoman. She will -NOT- act like a squeamish little girl. She -WILL- be dignified. Blue eyes flick around as she murmurs to Kisha, "Do you see those oiling paddles around anywhere? From the sands, Priestess of Avalon Egg sits silently still, the waves of heat making the grey mists seem to swirl around it. The time has not come for the mists to recede, the power is not strong enough. Only with time will it build. From the sands, P'tala tilts her head back to look upwards, snickering at V�zan. I don�t know. I think it�d be fun to go at it again. A careful eye goes to the audience in the galleries, then to Suyinth and Siani. Or maybe not. Did that one move? she asks, pointing at an egg and oohing. The excitement never ceases. I�ve got bets on the Harper girl over there. From the sands, Heralding Dark Warrior Egg shudders, hinting at the darkness within, the sand about the egg slowly rustling with the egg's movements. Then ... silence, again. From the sands, Kishairyn manages another grin, though it seems somewhat more shaky than the last one. "Ill? What for? Relax. It's just a big ... play. For our enjoyment. Look at it that way," she advises, trying to sound convincing. She casts a look back at V'len. "They play a mean card-game!" she fills in. She shakes her head, eyes narrowing as she continues to scan. "No ..." From the sands, A tearing of silk, a shedding of veils, a shivering like blood in water... Eerie light is swallowed by the horizon. Diffuse alabaster sinks into hatching-moist mossy hide as if those gray-green straggles thirsted for illumination as well as water. The frosted murk of Clandestine Vivien Green Dragonet slides from the dark mists of Moon's Pale Tear Egg with a graceful ripple of aurora'ed wingsails and a touch of cold beauty. From the sands, Clandestine Vivien Green Dragonet From the sands, Gloomy moss creeps up draconic sides, seeking to claim the craggy neckridges situated atop her lithe, agile frame. Silver frost bars tendrils' way, capping crest's peak before melting into cold ivory which bleeds downward across the dark malachite of her narrow flanks. Murky emerald conquers wings' lubs, leaving a mere dappling of snowflake's dew. Opalescent gleam illuminates 'sails, reflecting the light much like a glistening leaf caught in the mysterious glow of the pale moon. Serpentine tail slowly wanes down to its omega where delicate spade has been dipped in an alabaster hue, a match to equally chilly talons. Keliana cheers for Cera, again, as she stares at the rocking eggs and dancing candidates. "Go Cera! Yaaaay!" She acts her age, which she blushes at, then sits, thoroughly embarrassed. But she still grasps the edge of her seat, and takes short, excited breaths. Lyllya claps her hands again, grinning impishly as she watches the candidates gather. "I hope she impresses something huge.. That'll be apt punishment for helping you get me.. er.. helping you with that wine." Her head hurt for days after that.. and she was still fool enough to let Kym talk her into doing it again. "And for that work she foisted off on us during candidacy." Not that she's keeping track or anything. Johanna grins as the excitement begins, a glance at Wylin "Think they will impress, will Master Lasa be mad you reckon?" She grins and leans forward eagerly "So what egg do you reckon will hatch first Zinia?" She laughs softly as her question is answered "Ooh a green." From the sands, Fire's Oracle Egg subsides into faint tremblings, the fires temporarily banked, awaiting a bit more stirring within before it will consent to reveal the future's secrets. From the sands, Taire is looking much like a wherry caught in the glowlight as the heat and the sights and the general bedlam dazzles her. "Oooooo." With a squeak, the girl bounces forward, splitting the pair of Thanial and Fynelox in two as she latches a hand onto the robe of either one. Save her. From the sands, Water's Illusion Egg continues its gentle, tidal motion against its neighboring egg. Silver glistens, then pale blue as the rhythm begins and grows. Slower, slow.... little by little, increasing its pace. Ethan glances over at Caitlin's rather cavalier attitude and snorts softly. "Would that I could, but knowing these creatures, if they pick only the best, then I am afraid I am about to lose my healer." A hand comes up in order to rub a moment at his bare pate before glancing back at the sands. "Forgive me, though, as I am unsure which are yours. The freckled one... Maeko there. She might have made journeyman if she hadn't been searched. Perhaps still might but...." Shoulders lift eloquently. From the sands, "Oh, first's a green. Not bad, look at that one." M'lan mutters this to V'len, ignoring the Bitran comment. He has family in Bitra. Granted, only a pair of cousins, but nevertheless. Keliana cheers! A hatching! A /Green/! She wonders which omen that bestows. . . Oh, well. "Go Cera!" Zeya takes in a sharp breath, "She's gorgeous!" Zeya says to no one in particular. From the sands, Maeko's eyes sweep over the eggs again, and, unlike the others, stops dead still in her tracks halfway amid two other clustered groups. She can't bring herself to attach to a group, and clutches at her hands with white knuckles- those wings in her belly are back, and (nyah, nyah) there's nothing she can do about them. Help. Eyes scan the galleries, and she whimpers slightly- so many, many people; are soon forgotten as the first egg's movement is no longer egg, but green dragonet. Oh.. my. From the sands, Razel is about to reply further, stating that her illness was actually caused by her dinner, and not just her nervousness. She then calms also at Cera and Kish's words, though her eyes do widen once more when the green hatchling escapes the bonds of its egg. "Oh my.." she exclaims, wobbling on feet which are already starting to tinge because of the sands heat. "My my," she repeats. From the sands, V'zan politely comments, "I'm not much of a betting man..." He ceases in mid-sentence to admire the first dragonet to emerge onto the sands. "Ah, a quick start. This bodes well." Perrie stares at the green for a moment, before remarking: "Green first is lucky." She pauses, before tilting her head to the side slightly. "Then again, brown first is lucky, too. Sos brown, and blue. In fact, just so long as they hatch, I think we're lucky." From the sands, Aryion is standing proud and tall, white and red hair streaming down his back. Glancing over he grins at Gabby, "after all that waiting and watching, and drooling.. they are finally moving." Simply amazing. Eyes remained fixed on his favorite egg, a little apart now from his clutchmates. Caitlin smiles "well then we should be honoured that they pick only the best." She winks slightly and smiles "Knowing that none of her favourites are out there and she shakes her head and gestures to a little short boy "Just that one and well if they want the best..." She winks "I think he will be coming back to the hall." From the sands, Nonam is still standing off by himself, watching his fellow candidates, smiling as he does, not much worried about anything as he shifts from foot to foot to try and ease the discomfort. Then out comes the Vivien green, and all of his attention is then on her. From the sands, Anki mms softly. Snap, crackle /and/ pop, all in one quick second. "Do I espy a talon?" she asks dryly of poor Menacion, edging close to him. "You're the guard. Protect us." So there. "Nice colour though. I've always liked the darker shades best." From the sands, Thanial turns towards Taire and Fyne and offers sweaty palms to both.. that is until the little green hatches. "Lovely," is his breathless comment, but then sanity returns. "Hey Taire, it's green." Must be hers. Therefore, he steps behind her so that she's in the front of the trio. From the sands, V'len turns with a bright smile towards... T'var? What's he doing there? Ah, but who better than to appreciate a beautiful green. "Lovely, isn't she? A fitting beginning to a historic clutch." The 'not bad' comment from M'lan gets a wide eyed stare. This is the most fantabulous green ever hatched, of course! Yevgeth's daughter! From the sands, Sanna is industriously edging her way towards the main group, having trailed out, and found herself separated. A chorus of 'ooh's brings her head up, though, and eyes widen at the sight of the green. She leans around the smith she's circumnavigating, to take a better look, and as she continues moving, glances frequently dart back to the hatchling. From the sands, Neil hops, this time with excitement. "It's a green, it's a green!" He tries to grab Holly's arm, and almost trips. "Oops!" Mirenda stumbles in gracelessly, cursing loudly at the following Journeyman; "By Faranth! I wanted to see, but you made me stay and do chores! Shards and shells." Literally! Sardonic grey eyes cast their wary glance over the sands. "Oh. I see green," she utters as soon as the green dragonet emerges. And, lesse. Johanna and Wylin. She knows them; and so, without ado, they are sought out. "Hey! How's it going? Anyone Impress yet? How are the two little Herders doing?" From the sands, Apple of Hesperides Egg squirms, juices looking delectable, temptation in face of white-robed candidates. If the gold yields fruit, what doth the fruit yield? From the sands, Zanoot gives a short, sharp, high pitched shrill as the dragonet bursts from its shell and is suddenly frozen in place. From the sands, Fynelox almost jumps out of his skin as he feels a hand tugging on his robe, but heaves a breath as he turns and spies Taire. Then he blushes red for a second, hoping that the stitching on the white clothing will hold. That would be a bad revenge for the antics of the night before, but it seems that for now his dignity is preserved. "Shards, Taire. You frightened me." He offers a hand to the girl somewhat shyly though. "Hold onto this instead if you want." Then his attention is ripped away towards the sound of a splintering egg, his voice trailing to a soft gasp. "Look!" From the sands, Gabriela turns quickly toward Raz. "Don't get sick!" she squeaks. Wide eyes turn toward the eggs now, and they manage to get larger as the first egg hatches. "Oh, she's beautiful," her whisper continues. She nods slowly toward Aryion as she takes a deep breath. "It's sad in a way.... that this group will soon be apart." But this is supposed to be a happy time, so Gaby puts on a grin. M'dan turns to Lyllya "Wine? Oh, that. Right. Well, you never know which way the dragonet will turn." From the sands, P'tala snorts at Vzan, thinking of a clever retort -- the best she can come up with is an ogle at the first hatched, eyes widening with a little bit of pride. Heh. A green. You know how perfect green dragons are, right Vez? Of course he does. Hasek gasps looking at the gorgeous Green hatchling. From the sands, "Lovely," breathes Siani, "though there is certainly *something* about that green. Her coloring is unsual... I like it. Intriguing." The newly hatched green dragonet is watched for a while, Sia's grey-green eyes slightly narrowed as the first-born is carefully study. "What do you think, Hanz?" From the sands, Menacion spreads his hands. "Hey. There was nothing in guard training that covered fending off hungry dragonets. Um...aim for the nose?" Sage advice spoken, he eyes the dragon. "Or maybe just run. Hide behind me. But if it comes this way, it's coming for you. Or maybe Sanna." Couldn't possibly be coming for Menace. Wylin takes a long time to answer Johanna as it seems to take a long time for it to register that someone has spoken. At first it is a Hmmm? reply and then he chuckles. "Remember the others that got searched.. not a happy bunny.." he offers with a smile before adding on a more somber note. "Master Lasarah had good reason, and her own views.." As if this is from the master's point of view only he suddenly changes the subject. "I�m surprised Eden if not Lasarah have com..." he stops and jumps. "Mirenda!!" From the sands, Kishairyn's eyes widen, then narrowly thought, drinking in what is, after all, her first sight of a dragon hatchling. Imprint to memory ... and be able to draw it when called upon. "What ... what do you think?" she wonders to both ladies near her. Never hurts to take a poll. From the sands, Cera blinks at the noise everyone else is making, and turns to look back at the eggs. Cera blinks again. Dragonet. Green. Hatched. "Where did they hide those paddles? I can't just go around bapping dragonets on the nose with my first if they start mauling... Oh." Cera's blue eyes catch Sanna shifting and tailing on the sands. She raises a hand and waves. "Sanna, over here. Come with Kisha and I!" Caryll's eyes widen as the first egg hatches and the green appears. Her first Hatching, and all that sort of thing, and the recent addition to the weavers is appropriately awed by the sight. "Good luck, Kishairyn," she murmurs. We'll see about a yell... later. From the sands, Heralding Dark Warrior Egg remains still, once more. It wouldn't do to let the prey become wary. Thus it is, that the egg remains quiescent again. From the sands, T'var smiles suavely at V'len and takes the comment as an invitation to ease closer. Okay, okay, so he's not cuddling up in the middle of this heat, but for a flicker of a moment, he looks tempted to take V'len's hand. "Oh, indeed. She is quite the little darling." From the sands, Clandestine Vivien Green Dragonet moves gently, first one limb, then the other, slowly gaining momentum to stand. Frosty talons slowly gaining grasp on the sands. Cool moss neck cranes to look at her mother and father, before eyes seek the people wearing white, first just a generalized look... She knows her one is here. Johanna grins at Wylin and shrugs "I suppose they have their own opinions, you think Eden will come?" She glances around and then jumps as Wylin calls out "Where? what ? ooh look at the green, who she going to pick?" From the sands, S'lan smiles as the green emerges triumphantly from its hardened encasement. "Absolutely beautiful.� From the sands, Taire would rather stand between the pair and sort of remain anonymous. But then Nial had to go and break her trust by moving behind her. "Ohhh, what�s this, you fink? Need me to save your scrawny hide?" she fairly spits, swishing her head to the side with ire. Fyne's words are earned an equally healthy smirk, "Frightened you? That... that /thing/ out there will be doing all the frightening." A hand waves out to the green, only to come back and clutch at his. From the sands, Holly draws in her breath, standing stock still. "She's ... wonderful!" she states. Like she expected something else? Eyes flicker to Neil for just a moment, and then right back to the eggs. Too fabulous to miss. From the sands, Luchesi stops and stares as the first egg breaks open, the little green dragonet eyed with uncertainty. It's really very pretty! Not as intimidating as the bigger clutch-parents, at least. All the other dancing eggs are taken in a wide sweep of henna as Lu shifts in place. From the sands, Hanz barely restrains himself from cheering as the first dragonet makes its appearance. Beaming smile on his face reflects his thoughts as he gives Siani's hand a gentle squeeze, "A little beauty", is his response. From the sands, Ganorene jogs towards Neil, ignoring the presence of the overdramatic Holly and positively squealing. Genuine enthusiasm pours down her arm as she latches onto Neil with a jump. �Oh, the green! Look at it! Is it coming this way?� she asks, eyes wide and hopeful. Ethan actually chuckles at Caitlin's stab at humor, though it could just as easily be mistaken for a cough as he shakes his head in mock chagrin. "Then I am supposed to be honored to have two of my own chosen. Alas....it doesn't feel like much of an honor sometimes." A glance is given to the first hatchling and Ethan comments, "What does one say about such things? They are quite ugly when they first break shell, no? All limbs and awkwardness." From the sands, Razel slowly makes her path /away/ from the crowd. No need to be bogged down with groups of others trying to push you towards any newly hatched dragonets, right? Though she keeps her eye on the newly hatched, the teen also watches for dips and bumps in the sand that might trip her up, sending her tumbling towards the hot, searing sand. Hugging herself, and taking wincing steps, the girl hobbles towards a spot clear of /hatching/ eggs. These ones are safe, for now. Rayna flips open that notebook and starts scribbling in it, lyrics flowing from her pen as she watches the scene. She notes green was first, and finally settles into a seat, peering over one woman's large hair ignoring the scores of people around her. From the sands, Sanna is nothing if not obliging, and in this case she's also relieved. Altering course just a little, she comes to a halt beside Kishairyn and Cera. "I think someone's lucky, is what I think." That's her response to Kisha's quick straw poll. "Hasn't she interesting colouring? She's just lovely." From the sands, Aryion sighs with a quiet amazement as the first egg hatches. "A green, its a green, beauty that one," is mumbled to himself. Glance is given toward the girls and the former guard. "Don't you dare think about hurting one of these beauties.." Blue eyes dart to Razel, "Are you okay Raz?" From the sands, What is it about the little guys and the girls? Now it's little Neil with two girls hanging on him, and the boy staggers again, "It is, yes." The boy's voice cracks alarmingly, and he flushes, still shifting his feet in the heat of the sands. Jenar notices another smith enter and waves her over. "Epa! Over here." She hasn't seen this particular smith for some time. Poor girl... sent to herder. With the fuzzy critters. From the sands, Kishairyn quirks a wry smile in Cera's direction. "Well, I guess we'll just have to hope that doesn't happen ..." Oh, she hopes. A twiddle of a well-wishing wave is sent in Razel's direction before her hands fall limp to her side. "Are they all like that?" she wonders softly, consulting the expert. Or at least, the more-knowledgeable. Keliana watches as the beautiful Green takes it's first shuddering steps, its delicate body clasping the sand. She moves her hand to Zeya's arm, gripping it, and letting out a small, shrill sound. She whispers her encouragements to the fellow weavers, one she has never met, but she has heard that she would be here. Wylin spins round and grins. "Mirenda green? pick? No Mirenda is here from Herder...Ohhh you mean green!" he suddenly adds with a rather sheepish look. Turning back then he looks about. "A female I think." Well that narrowed it down don�t you think! From the sands, Thanial offers Taire a hurt look... "I am not a fink." It's just well.. green. Greens go for girls.. and those of T'var or T'on persuasion... Not Nial. "I'm just.. err..." hiding behind a girl?? "Here, hold my hand too," he offers Taire his sweaty palm again. Yet he's still slightly behind her... ready to push her if necessary. From the sands, Maeko mutters under her breath, backing up a step in an attempt to.. escape? No. Never escape. Not with all those *cough* /people/ watching. She'd never sacrifice her dignity like that- but someone mentioned maulings again, and she'd like a paddle herself to use as protection. Otherwise, she'll just run. Like the wind. Fidgit. Shuffle. My, that sand is hot- even with the thin protection of the sandals, it's not much of an improvement. From the sands, Anki laughs softly. "I don't have a deathwish," she whispers, wiggling from foot to foot to try and distribute the heat evenly. "Sanna, you'll sacrifice yourself for me, won't you?" she asks rather plaintively. "Geez, Aryion, learn how to take a joke, hmm? Sides. She looks quite..er..capable." From the sands, Gabriela peers toward Menace, hoping hoping hoping that boy doesn't get a green. That is the thing nightmares are made of. She raises an eyebrow toward Cera, giggling. "Why are you so obsessed with the paddles, Cer?" Eyes turn back toward the dragonet in curiosity. "Interesting..." she murmurs. She looks toward the other candidates at Ary's words. "I don't think they want to hurt it. Maybe they're pondering pushing Menace toward it." Wry shudder. From the sands, Cera glances at Sanna and nods, blue eyes flicking about the sands, and back to the dragonet, as if trying to watch everything at once. "Nice frost. Interesting coloring... Okay... now, if you get scared, I'm not big, but hop behind me." Right... Cera's the brave woman herself. That's why her knees are knocking. Cera offers the best smile she can muster to Kisha. "Everything's gonna be fine. no worries." From the sands, V'len is too thrilled with everything going on to worry about T'var at all. Besides. /He/ appreciates Yevgeth and his incredible spawn. "Yes, this is incredible. The wonders of new life and all that... Oh, it makes me want to do it all over again." He turns to T'var with a toothy smile. He does understand, doesn't he? From the sands, Nonam just has his eyes on the green dragonet, watching her make her way towards the candidates. "She's...gorgeous!" Lyllya eyes M'dan. "Yes, wine." Like he doesn't remember or something. Right. The green is pointed out and a squeak of happiness given. "Oh, she's lovely.. and I think she's chosen, too.. Oh, it's so wonderful. Remember when we were in the same spot at Xanadu?" Sniffle. Memories." From the sands, Zanoot licks her lips trying to keep them moist for all the good its doing, considering her mouth is as dry as cotton from the heat and excitement. Her hands are busy fanning the bottom of her robe as her feet try to find a cool place to stand. From the sands, Fynelox was rather hoping to dart behind Thanial's greater bulk when the time comes, but for now he just squeezes Taire's hand, wishing his own weren't quite so clammy. "I didn't know it was you, Taire!" He never expects her to come up behind him, he really aught to by now. "Thought maybe something might have hatched already and came around the other side, that's all." Mayhaps the boy protests too much. He peers at the taller boy too and makes a face, sort of signaling with his eyes that maybe they should both shove the girl in front. From the sands, Menacion blinks. Hey. One of his two dragon-magnet-people just went thataway. Towards more dragon-magnet-people. Menace follows. "I'll distract the dragon if it comes for you while you run in the other direction? That's the best I can do." He offers to Anki. Johanna grins at Wylin and nods "So confusing." She squeezes his arm and then watches "Yes of course Mirenda is from Herder but I meant look at the pretty green." She smiles, she prefers her runners but dragons are pretty. Poor Epa, indeed. The herders are spared a glance before Jenar's wave is noticed, and Epa directs her toes to join her fellow smiths. "Jenar! It's been a while. How's Fort? What did I miss?" Oh, and Zeya too! "Hey Zeya!" From the sands, The gentle rocking and wobbling of Child of Sadness Egg becomes more pronounced, mimicking the rhythmic motion of crashing waves. Zeya watches the green, memorized. She smiles at the candies, "Oh some of them are going to be soooo lucky." Well. Some of them and Aryion. He will Impress for sure. Zeya has complete faith. She turns to smile at Keli and spies Epa in the process. A wild wave and her customary smile. Continued in Part 2 Back to Fort Weyr Logs |