Fort Weyr's Fall 2001 Hatching (Part 2)

Fort Weyr's Fall 2001 Hatching (Part 2)
Friday, October 26, 2001

Gold Suyinth & Bronze Yevgeth

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Log courtesy of Siani
POV from the Galleries
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From the sands, Razel is fine. She'd be the last person to admit that she's actually scared shell-less. Instead, she pastes a sickly smile to her face and whispers hoarsely to Aryion. "Oh, I'm fine.. Fine fine fine..." Blink. See, P'tala had warned her, oh so long ago, and look what she got for thinking the rider only teasing her. Eep! There's another egg rocking! Run! "Wish I had something to defend myself with," she mutters.

Mirenda almost tackles Wylin with a mighty hug. "I haven't seen you in a while, boyo!" she cackles in merriment, and procedes to find a well situated seat. "Oh, who do you think she'll chose, hm? Y'never know. Oh... me?" She sniggers lightly, "I don't think... I HOPE not!" She laughs lightly, and shrugs, "How goes being the WeyrHerder?"

"Isn't she pretty?" is Zinia's comment grabbing onto Wylin's arm to point to the hatchling. "Man. I guess V'len wasn't lying when he said the hatchlings of Yevgeth�s would be nice. Though I don't think it was all him."

From the sands, It has begun, first one foot is raised then the other, the infamous Dance of the Sands. Aryion's grin stays fixed upon his face as he slowly shuffles his feet. No problems that he can't handle. Looking over toward Razel, "you can hide behind be if you want to. I don't mind."

From the sands, Tiny fissures spring to life within the translucent pools of aquamarine that encompass the base of the Flower Bride Egg. Small though they are, they're still a slight mar on the golden, radiant surface. Perfection never lasts and even beauty must fade to be replace by something else. Not yet, the egg seems to whisper, as it grows silent again.

From the sands, V'zan favors P'tala with an impish grin. "I hope there are a lot of greens in this group. I'm beginning to grow fond of the after-effects of Noswaith's flights, win or lose."

M'dan continues to pay attention to the activities on the sand, saying, "Of course I remember. I remember as if it were only yesterday." He has that dreamy sound of pleasure in his voice. "It's always over so soon though. The dragonets break shell, impression occurs, and off the new weyrlings go."

Jenar grins at Eparene. "Oh its fine. Another batch of eggs seem to be going though. At least they aren't Kerryn's. Here, sit next to me." Safety in numbers on the sands and off. "So how are you finding herder? And do you think Aryion will Impress? I know that Sill won't be happy but.. well..."

From the sands, Heralding Dark Warrior Egg moves again. That which is within is preparing for his emergence. Small cracks appear on the egg, and it's as if the comet is falling. The time is soon. The time which is foreordained.

From the sands, Holly is right there, pointing with her arm outstretched, other hand by Neil. "It's the moment of a lifetime! Yes... the stalking of the white-robed candidates, the breathless crowd watching... see it all? Remember this! It's the story you'll tell for the rest of your turns!" Yes, drama is this girl's hallmark.

From the sands, Clandestine Vivien Green Dragonet moves one foot, other sinks slightly on a slight divot in the sand, making next movement more difficult. She manages to shake free of the sand, stumbling ever so slightly the other way, only barely managing to stay standing. Now oriented, she moves forward, nose sniffing the air... She... Yes, it is a woman is waiting.

From the sands, S'lan overhears V'zan and actually laughs.

From the sands, Sanna snorts, eyes sliding sidelong to Anki for a moment. "Sacrifice? I'll let Menace distract anything that comes near you, and watch you run, I think." She edges a little closer to Cera and Kishairyn, although she leans to one side to peer around a fisher lad. "There's more rocking properly, now."

From the sands, Burning Coals' Challenge Egg shudders, and a fast eye will catch the slow, careful movement of the glowing egg. A tilt in the sand, an inner glory anticipating the outer movement, then stillness. For now.

From the sands, M'lan rolls his eyes at V'zan, and murmurs, "You would." This is all the bronzerider says as he turns to the ground again, his soft baritone laced with soft amusement.

From the sands, Anki will pack it in and flee. She'll run, run, run without even a second thought, no matter how nobly she talked earlier. "Right." Pause. "You do that, Menacion. I'll make you a free outfit or something, okay?" You just stop that dragonet. Nevermind the crowd. Nevermind her own cheering section.

From the sands, Gabriela nods toward Razel, smiling. "Defend yourself with an Aryion. That's what I'm doing," she whispers, thumb pointing to the smith. She nods at Aryion's words, grinning, as if to encourage Razel to join her in the hiding. "Less people can see you from here," she murmurs. Eyebrow raises toward the green. "Can we get her to move back toward Suyinth and away from us?"

From the sands, Taire catches that look, Fyne. And she isn't happy at all to see it. With a determined smirk, she squeezes down /hard/ on his fingers. Head flicks to the side once more, words for Nial but her eyes are most avidly upon those eggs before her and that which will be hatching from them. "Sure. I'll take your hand." Her own moves around, grappbling and grabbing at whatever 'til she things she graps his, at least she hopes it is as once more, she gives a hard squeeze. "You two are something else," she growls. And here she was coming to them for protection.

From the sands, Kishairyn laughs and rolls her eyes skywards. "This ... this *event*, and I'm worried about a little bloodshed ..." She grins wryly, shaking her head. "No one is going to need to hide behind anyone ..." She draws a deep breath, risking a flitted sideway look at this egg and then that. Is it her imagination, or do they persist in moving out of the corner of her eye?

From the sands, "Certainly, though not immediately, I assume," T'var's smile for the proud clutchdaddy is genuine, and just a wee bit playful. "Surely you aren't inclined to spend another long, long session on these sands so soon. Just think of all the talent going to waste..." Teasing, mostly. V'len's ego is always fun to poke at, even if in a distracted sort of way. Experienced eyes follow the young green's progress.

Keliana watches each Candidate, each doing their separate dances, attempting to cool their feet. Ironically, she wishes to be suffering the same. But she is content with her life now. Like a dragon would choose /her/ . . . she sighs, then watches as the dragonet lurches towards the robed figures. Oh, /do/ Impress, Cera.

From the sands, Razel stares at Aryion. "Hide? But.. why?" Oy, there goes the mood swings again. Puffing out her chest, the teen takes another deep breath and makes a brave move forward; beside the other candidates, and not behind them. Of course, that puts her closer to the hatchings.. but... A price to pay for pride, neh? "Just don't push me towards it, or I'll never bake you another snickerdoodle again!"

Malika takes the stairs down towards the bowl exit.

From the sands, Pinnacled Spires Egg has yet to even vibrate, showing no signs that its unscalable walls may be vulnerable to any assault from without or within.

From the sands, Cera reaches out to squeeze Kisha's shoulder. "Keep thinking that way," she murmurs, then laughs at Sanna. "Oh, now that would be interesting. Watching the guard run shrieking away..."

Wylin look down to Johanna who just squeezed his arm and then to Zinia who just squeezed his arm and smiles as he looks back to the sands. "All so sudden, a mass of motion.." He offers before nodding to Johanna. "Sorry, that was a rather stupid statement from me.. forget I said it right?" he offers before turning and smiling to Zinia and adds.. �meet Mirenda!" his eyes now go to Mirenda and he does move to give her a hug before taking his seat again between Zinia and Johanna. "So good to see you.. I mean it has been ages and what an event for a reunion. Suddenly he taps Zinia on the shoulder adding. "Ohh look..look.." ok so nothing has changed except for people and the beautiful dragonet from moving around but.. it IS different.

From the sands, Menacion shrugs. "And what are you going to do when it comes for /you/, Sanna?" Bad girl, bad girl. "You were just denigrating your sewing skills a few minutes ago. How about you just find a good weaver to make one for me?" He suggests to Anki. "Well. Peripheral vision is best at spotting motion. Head-on is worst." He offers helpfully in response to Kish.

Benyin takes a look about before finding a seat.

From the sands, P'tala wrinkles her nose at V�zan, feeling tempted enough to try to beat the Weyrleader in the presence of the audience. Maybe they aren�t even watching her. You, she mutters, scowling and wrinkling her nose. Noswaith deserves �em. All you get are the after effects.

From the sands, Fortune's Beckoning Egg rocks a bit, joining the movement of the others on the sands, exposing more of the shell as the granules tumble from the smooth surface.

Johanna laughs softly and waves at Mirenda "Hello stranger" she says softly and grins "Hey if I ignore it then I cannot tease you about it Wylin, take all my fun away from me." She smiles and sits back to watch "Think that green will choose anytime soon? " she wonders aloud and pats a space next to her "Come sit Mirenda, you mean they let you come up here from Herder?"

From the sands, V'zan comments to M'lan's back, "And I suppose you and your lifemate would complain about a few more emerald tails to chase after?" He blithely ignores P'tala's less-than-happy response.

Zinia nods as she is introduced to some person whose name she already forgot, head snapping back towards the sands with Wylin's tap. "Oooh. Look. Which one do you think she'll pick? I hope she goes for one of the girls. She'd be wasted on a boy."

From the sands, Thanial isn't sure he's happy or sad that Taire indeed did grab his hand and not something else. That squeeze hurts. "Why thank you," he accepts the compliment easily and winks over her head at Fyne. The young herder can count on him to sacrifice Taire before the alter of the green dragonet. Giving both a brief grin, his attention returns to the green dragonet as his throat convulses slightly. Nial, gulping? Never.

Zeya whispers to Keli "I hope she goes for Kisha." and then back to sand watching she goes.

Eparene slips into a seat beside Jenar, eyes glued to the events down on the sands. "Oh! One's hatched already? She's pretty, though." That noted, and the fact that all the candidates she heard about seem to be dragonless as of yet, Epa is reassured of her timing. Didn't miss /too/ much. "Oh Jenar, there are so many /Gladiuses/ there. And canines. All furry and dangerous. It's simply dreadful. That's why I was late. Some fiendish black thing was /following/ me, I /swear." Epa scours the sand for the aforementioned ex-Smith-Now-Candidate. "I do hope so."

From the sands, Aryion looks back over his shoulder at Gabby. "Now Gabby, if one starts coming toward you do you want me to move out of the way or just stand here and get mauled?" He shrugs as Razel moves to stand beside the candidates, not behind him. Eyes watch the green's progress before turning back to his favorite egg. Hoping it will rock again.. soon.

From the sands, Sanna will deal with it coming for Sanna if and when it comes for Sanna. For now, there's too much to watch. For a moment, her gaze leaves the sands, and shifts to the galleries, and she squints upwards to attempt to identify some of those there. A hand goes up in a hesitant half-wave, but others can't hold her attention for long. Not when there's action down here to watch.

From the sands, Fynelox tries not to wince too visibly as Taire tries to reduce his fingers to a pulp. Squelching a whimper of pain, he tries to distract himself by watching the dragonet and the eggs instead. But under his breath, the boy mutters lowly. "You only figured that out now?" He catches Thanial's return gaze though and his expression glints once again with mischief.

From the sands, Neil ignores Holly. Drama. Shrama. He just wants to get off the sands alive. He fidgets now, stating to the girl on his other arm, "Who do you think she'll go towards?"

From the sands, Gabriela looks toward Kishairyn, eyebrow still raised. Kishy's the one that scared all the candidates with tales of maulings. She giggles at Razel, shaking her head. "I'll protect you, Raz," she tells the girl with a grin and wink. Sure. While Gabriela herself is shaking like a leaf. She peeks up toward Ary with innocent eyes. "Get mauled," she murmurs with a sage nod. "Or... tell me and we'll both run."

From the sands, Nonam shifts back and forth from one foot to the other, moving slowly in his shifting towards Fynelox, Taire, and Thanial. He's not moving that way on purpose, but he shifts more one way than the other.   It's a sort of crab step. But he doesn't pay attention to that, instead watching the green dragon.   When she stumbles, he inhales sharply through his teeth. "Hsst!"

From the sands, P'tala tosses M�lan a Look. V�zan would be thrown a punch, but that would just give the Holders more complaining fodder. Instead, she smoothes expression out of her face, and nonchalantly moves her heel over to grind onto the Weyrleader�s toe. A/hem/.

From the sands, Kishairyn grins at Cera. "What, and then I'll die happy before I'm run over?" she inquires, though her voice quavers noticeably. She wrinkles her nose. "I haven't got a deck of cards on me," she announces with a shake of her head. Ever on the peripheral of her vision, that green, even as eager eyes still meander.

Caitlin glances around and eyes her apprentices, Rayna scribbling away is noted and she glances at Zhyni, trying to see if she is up to any mischief but the press of the crowd makes the apprentice hard to see and she sighs softly and smiles at Ethan "Well not impressed yet are they, you might survive." Not a good way of comforting him but she tries.

From the sands, V'len tilts his head towards the greenrider with a smile. Ah, he's appreciated. Of course. "Well, it's a sacrifice, no doubt. It's not only hard on Yevgeth and I, but I assume the Weyr has suffered with me being regulated on the sands. Ah, but look... I do believe it's worth it. Such progeny!" He beams, settling down, quite assured of his place in history. Already.

Jenar laughs and shakes her head at her fellow smith. "Aww Eparene. Gladius wasn't bad. He just was friendly. He really liked you. He is in my workroom right now. He doesn't like dragons much so won't stay up in Kerryn's weyr." She coughs though. "A black furry thing chased you?"

From the sands, Fire's Oracle Egg surfaces wavers once again, faint flaws emerging to foreshadow the paths that fate may take this night.

Mirenda chuckles and nods at Johanna, offering her a wink, "Yep. Stranger." Ahem. "Yeah, that old coot --" an evil-looking Journeyman is pointed out of the throng, "-- brought me. He made me do extra chores for it, too. Oh, I do hope Fynelox Impresses. Lasa likes him just a bit too much," Spite, obviously.

Lyllya grabs M'dan's hand and points toward the sands again. "Oh, there's Thanial. Do you remember him? He was... interesting." Ok, so the candidate gave her the willies.. no one had ever /leered/ at her before! "I hadn't heard that he'd been searched." The dragonets are watched closely, as are the candidates. "Oh, but this is wonderful.. and, yes, it's over very quickly. Not that it seemed that way when all I wanted was for it to be over with so that I could get back to being a weaver."

From the sands, Maeko shuffles sideways, positioning herself behind another group for protection- who's that? Oh. People she knows. Looks like Aryion, and that could be Gabriela next to him. Whether or not others are gathered around, she's not noticing. Attention's elsewhere, you see. Soft whimper emerges once again, and she peers 'round their shoulders in curiousity and anxiety. Oh, it's there. It's there.

As the eggs rock, each sending off a shimmering beacon to the Candidates, Keliana glances to each one, then back to the crawling Green. She looks as the Candies talk to each other, wondering how they can even open their mouths at such a time. She then thinks to herself, 'Well, silly, they're not all dramatic like you.' Oh well. Zeya whispers to her, and she replies, "Really? Is that the other weaver? I didn't know her name. I'm hoping for Cera, but Kisha too, as she is the other Weaver I've been cheering."

Zhyni isn't doing -anything-. Except watching. Oh and guarding the little jar hidden in a pocket that Caitlin is not to know about, not when Zhyni is plotting a surprise for a certain other apprentice.

From the sands, Clandestine Vivien Green Dragonet moves, quicker now, venturing and then closing in on a group of three girls... Looking from one to the other. She jumps slightly as one of them waves, the movement taking the green by surprise and she moves slightly to the right. Wait. She is closing in now, heading for one of those girls...

From the sands, Cera shakes her head at Kishairyn. Okay, the little messenger -is- handling things as well as she can. That's good. Eyes flick to Sanna, whom gets a ... hopefully reassuring grin, before Cera's eyes return to the green dragonet.

From the sands, Razel nods to herself, stating aloud, "Well protect each other, deal?" Of course, how, she hasn't a clue... Instead, she reaches one hand out to Ary, and one towards Gabby. "Lets just.. ah.. make a wall, so that .. umm.." She has no idea what she's talking about. She's a cook, not a strategist! Of course, can't always let your fear show, though her face is still a little greenish.

Catryn quickly finds a seat, squeezing her way between the tightly packed people. Sitting she tries to calm her heavy breathing, it looks like she made it in time, no one has bonded. Quickly she tries to search out Maeko in the crowd of candidates, hoping she will find her.

From the sands, Taire finally releases the pressure on their hands, but only a little, mind you. "Fyne? Do you really want me to forget all this and kick your a-" She stops suddenly, quirking her glance to the side as she eyes the sidling healer. Nonam is awarded a wary glance. Whoa. For a moment there she thought one of those dragonets got sly and tried to come at them from the side. Nonam is awarded a tremulous grin, before she heaves a sigh of relief as the green moves on to the others.

Keliana grins, then exclaims to Zeya, shaking her arm, "She's definitely headed for the girls!"

Ethan steeples his fingers as he sits forward and attempts to show some interest in the goings-on below. If he were being honest, he would admit to wanting to retrieve his apprentices and bring them back to their studies. But he cannot begrudge Fort's queen her due. His head angles slightly to observe Caitlin as a single eyebrow lifts. "If that was an attempt at commiserating, it was a poor one, Caitlin," he observes wryly. "I am going to have to do some raiding of my own in order to gain back the apprentices I might lose today."

Wylin grins and sticks out his tongue to Johanna. "As if you could not find something to tease me with." Turning to Mirenda then he smiles broadly. "Well.. it is just good that you could make it up..I mean I�m /myyy/ day we we're not allowed out at all." he chuckles as he teases the way he speaks these words.

M'dan laughs with great mirth. "I never heard Thanial described /that/ way before. I do recall him, yes, and his great interest in every girl in our candidate group. I can only hope he impresses. Being a rider gives you greater understanding of just who may work well within a Weyr." He leans forward a bit, gripping Lyllya's hand in his own, not really interested in letting go.

From the sands, Aryion looks down at Gabby. Run? Don't think so. "I am going to stand, I don't run." He's drooled over these eggs for the past few sevendays, he's not going to run if a dragon comes toward him, not now. A smile is given to Razel as he takes the cook's hand and gives it a little squeeze for good luck.

Zeya hugs Keli and Cheers, "GO KISHA!!!!"

From the sands, Anki pulls close to the man-man in their group, giving a sigh of relief as the dragonet veers away from them. Hopefully. Craning her neck around his frame, she mms. "Is she heading for someone? Can't quite see. Ugh. Why couldn't you be a little shorter, Menace?"

From the sands, V'zan winces as his poor little toes are crushed, but swiftly plasters a smile onto his face. This is a time for excitement and joy. Not yelps of pain. "At least none of the candidates are running in fear yet. They don't quite realize what's in store for them. Poor kids."

From the sands, Gabriela discretely waves Maeko over, smiling. "Come on over," she whispers to the girl before grinning and nodding at Razel. "Sure thing, Razie. Got any snickerdoodles hidden in your robe?" If so, don't tell us how. "We can throw them at the dragons that come nearby. Oh, and we could all make a wall, but then no one is hiding behind anyone, and that kind of ruins the purpose." She nods at Aryion, chuckling. "Then you get it?" she replies with a wink.

From the sands, Holly isn't ignoring Neil though. "They're talking about maulings still!" Her voice holds a note of awe. Maulings would really add to the tension.. the plot line... the excitement of the entire thing. Just as long as it's not her. "Can you imagine? Candidates pouring towards the exits, the dragons standing stunned - what a story that would make!" It seems she's almost eager for it to happen.

From the sands, Menacion scoots slightly backwards. That green seems to be heading for one of those dragon-magnet-people of Menace's. Good. It's not going for him. "I think it's coming your way, people. Run." Just a little warning. He hunches his shoulder, slouching. "Because then I wouldn't be as good a bodily shield for you? Blame my parents, when you get a chance."

Caitlin smiles and shrugs, "Well you cannot say I tried but don't go looking in my dorms Ethan for any replacements I cannot afford them." She pauses and eyes rake the sands to see if any impressions have taken place yet and then eyes glance back at Ethan "Which reminds me, have your apprentices been skulking around my dorms recently? Seems to be an outbreak of sudden rashes in my hall."

From the sands, Ignoble Eidolon Egg might have moved just now. Did it? No, probably not. Nah. Heatwaves ripple in the air and all that. Surely that wasn't a flicker of life.

From the sands, Zanoot watches the green as she dances around on the sands, wondering who it is going after and dodging another candidate who is shuffling out of its way.

From the sands, Luchesi's eyes follow the path of the greenling avidly. Nervousness is slightly quelled as the green fumbles in a in another direction, hands clenching and unclenching on the bottom of her robe. Looks like she might've found her partner. Wonder which one?

From the sands, M'lan chuckles slightly, and murmurs to V'zan, "Well, Pwylth wouldn't mind it." He'll leave it at that, though he winces at the crushed toes, and takes a step away. Just in case. He turns his attention curiously to the sands, and watches the green. "Mmm...look where she's going."

Johanna grins at Mirenda and nods as she notices which journeyman "well better than nothing I think." She smiles at Wylin "True but have to save it up you know, just in case I do run out of things." She shakes her head and sits back and eyes the people on the sands and crosses her fingers.

Mirenda leans over to poke Wylin in the shoulder with a grin, "Hey, you. Your day was my day -- sort of. I didn't join Herder a whole lot laterthan you; but there are a ton of Apprentices now. And I handed in my Journeyman project ages ago." It just... takes a while -- either that, or they're scared that she'll be using that Apprentice whip just a *bit* too much. "And, yes. I'm glad I could make it. I want to see the dragonets, too."

Keliana laughs at Zeya's enthusiasm, and joins her, "Go, Kisha! Go Cera!" She watches the dragonet, still moving towards the girls.

Caryll draws in a breath and holds it as the green seems to focus in on a specific group of female candidates. Not even attempting to imagine what the candidates are going through, she sits like a statue, watching intently.

From the sands, Fynelox gives Taire a nervous look for a moment. "Uh, can I say no without making you mad?" he asks the girl cautiously. Maybe he is learning, but it'll probably do him no good anyway. Looking up, he nods at the healer turned candidate and gives a beckoning wave in case the much older man needed some sort of reassurance like the rest of them.

From the sands, Apple of Hesperides Egg leans over, like a great tree falling down. The slow slide into the sand, however, does not crack the shell; a lush ruby�s side exposed to the sight of the world.

From the sands, Fortune's Beckoning Egg rocks a little more, a little more aggressively, joining the others in movement on the sands.

Lyllya gives a chuckle at M'dan's words. "Riiiight.. I'm still trying to figure out how to organize the records properly, M'dan." Not that it matters now. The gold egg is pointed to and coo given. "Oh, look.. that one's moving.."   Her gaze goes back to the green, since she is out and moving, and her gaze becomes watchful. "Such a pretty dragonet.."

Keliana oohs at the egg that falls, its precious ruby side shimmering to the watching audience. She wonders what they do with the shards when they are hatched? Those beautiful shells deserve to be appreciated. Maybe given to the Impresseer?

Rayna wouldn't happen to be the hopeful receiver of Z's prank. She is just a good little senior apprentice, going about her song writing as always. Never bothering anyone. Except for one little song. She turns to look for Caitlin, smiles when she sees her Master, then goes back to her writing.

From the sands, Kishairyn winces and bites back a curse as the sands scorch her feet 'round her sandals. "Things are too sharded small ..." She freezes, head snapping up. "Ah, is it - she -" the candidate corrects "- supposed to do that? No one's got any of Anki's perfume, do they?"

From the sands, Razel doesn't have any snickerdoodles, or snacks, or anything on her... Just too-big sandals, and a robe with uneven seams. Oh, and a great, big, queasy feeling in her tummy. As the one eggs she'd been spying for sevendays falls over, the teen's eyes widen once more. The Hesperides wonder doesn't crack, however, so it seems that all is still safe ... However, there are many other eggs which are rocking, rolling and spitting out dragonets - those are the one's she's worried about.

From the sands, Does Nonam need reassurance? Is Saerth green? Is T'var the prettiest man in Fort Weyr?   That's a resounding yes.   He smiles back at Fynelox and Taire. He'll just be near them. Yep.   Just...er..in case one of them...um, faints, yeah.   "Just keep telling yourself that, Nonam." He mutters in a whisper under his breath, still watching the green.

From the sands, S'lan watches anxiously as it seems it is almost time for him to go to work and earn his keep.

From the sands, T'var nods smoothly to V'len. "Such fascinating progeny. As unique and wonderful as their sire." Too bad Tev left his shovel in his weyr. Ahem. "A welcome exchange, and a contribution so few could equal..."

From the sands, Maeko blinky-blinks. Eh? Oh! That /is/ Gaby. Okay. Maeko scratches at the back of her neck, listening in on the last few sentences of the trio's conversation. "Scatter as one approaches? They can't maul you /all/." Shrug. Shuffle. She's no more a strategist than Razel. "Or you could just keep Ary in front of you as a guard." Oh, wait. That was the original plan? Er.

From the sands, Thanial sighs in relief, whether its because the green is heading elsewhere or because Taire's released some of the pressure on his fingers is unknown, even to the candidate. "Kick his..." Nial begins, anything to distract him, but then the Healer is noticed. "Nonam!" he shouts, "What the shells are you doing?" Oh wait, was Nonam trying to hide?

From the sands, The storm's violence is increasing, causing Child of Sadness Egg to shift and shudder erratically in its sheltered hollow of sand. Tiny cracks begin to appear, accompanied by a faint thunder-like rumbling.

Keliana shakes Zeya's sleeve again, "Oh! Another is cracking!" She still watches the wobbling green, leaving her stomach in knots with intense suspense.

Ethan sits up and shakes his head. "And what use would I have for a musician in my halls?" he says in what can only be a gently teasing manner. Caitlin has a tendency to break down his normally grumpy nature, although her comment about the rashes does perk his ears. "An outbreak? How recently has this occurred?" The current apprentices at the hall know better than to attempt something with Master Ethan around, but the newer ones might not know better. "To my knowledge, no. However, I will certainly try to discover the identity of the culprit."

From the sands, Cera glances sideways at Kishairyn, and then Sanna, nodding slowly as the green dragonet appears to be approaching. "No sudden movements... just slow... calm... everyone breath... and it won't do any harm... " Isn't that what the herders say about tenacious runner beasts?

Zeya's eye dart between eggs candies and the dragonet. It's a lot to take in. She hops up and down alternating cries of "Go Kisha!" and "Go ARYION!!!" she is really excited.

From the sands, Taire quirks her lips. "Actually no," and then she is reduced to clutching at Fyne's hand even more, sweaty palm and all. Nonam is eyed, "If I start bleeding, you'll fix me up, right? Right? Right!" Yes, a demand. She'd rather not spill any of her precious blood on these sands 'cause some baby dragon doesn't know how to use its talons yet. That'd just be the icing on the bubbly. Ayep. As for Nial's suggestion of kicking, that hasn't gotten her very much. So, Nial is snorted at, and loudly.

"Oh, you /would/ say that. Gladius was /awful/. He just /looks/ cute, but he's got those ulterior motives stashed away in his little furry head. You watch. One day he'll.. well, he'll do /something/." So Epa doesn't exactly know what at the moment. Felines are unpredictable. Canines, on the other hand, have more clich� motives, like that black ugly thing that was following her. "Yes. Some black-furred canine monster."

From the sands, P'tala's grin almost matches V'zan's though hers is, perhaps, a bit more genuine. "That's true though I'm sure that M'lan and S'lan will give them a run for their marks. Heh. Two 'lans. How utterly frightening."

Caitlin grins at Ethan "I think a musician would be quite a thing to have around your halls, brighten up the dankness at least with cheery singing." She enjoys chatting with Ethan, bantering and teasing "Though I probably should not sell you on the notion." She counts on her fingers "Just a seven day I think, perhaps less." She shrugs "It just is a little strange so many have had an allergic reaction." She smiles and nods "Please do investigate." Yes glance over sands and then to apprentices, Rayna is grinned at but she shakes her head slightly and then eyes on Zhyni and she has no idea what mischief is planned behind the innocent look.

From the sands, Aryion lets out a laugh, "ah.. so that is your plan. Should have known." He doesn't mind, since he is not going anywhere anytime soon. The dance continues, one foot then the other, as he watches all the activity on the sands, and waits for something, anything to happen. He gives all the girls around him reassuring smiles before turning back to watch the eggs.

From the sands, Sanna doesn't seem sure of this. "Are you positive?" Forget the fact that she's the one who's watched hatchings all her life. Nevertheless, there's no sign of another wave. Rather, she's still, silent, simply watching the little green as she approaches.

Jenar shakes her head and laughs at her fellow journeyman. "If you say so Eparene. So how have you been enjoying your knot? I haven't seen you since before you got promoted?"

From the sands, Gabriela peers toward Maeko with wide eyes. "Do they have healers nearby?" her voice nearly begs before she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Hand rises to her mouth, and the trader begins to chew on her fingernails. "It doesn't look like it'll hurt anyone," she finally mumbles around her fingernails. She returns Aryion's smile, though more meekly, and returns to staring at the shaking and breaking eggs.

From the sands, Kishairyn snorts softly. "That's what I always used to be told about bugs that sting," she mutters, eyes continually drawn back to the dragonet. "Just sit there and don't make any funny movements, and you'll be fine. And they always bit me ..." She shrugs a shoulder at Sanna. "Faranth, no." Then again, she didn't make the statement.

From the sands, V'len is pointing at the green. "Look... Do you think she knows who her lifemate is?" He's holding his breath, his finger almost trembling. "My first baby... going to find a lifemate?"

From the sands, Siani tries, and fails, to keep her breathing steady and rhythmic. She finds herself holding long gulps of air as she watches the green make her way over the sands. "She's definitely making sure, isn't she? Though I suspect it's one of those three women over there."

Catryn glanced quickly around, so one seemed to be noticing her so she leaned forward to better see the sands. She saw her friend now, huddled with three other girls. She hoped Maeko was ok, she remembered from their time together at healer hall how much she hated large crowds.

From the sands, V'zan snorts. "True, Penta, but at least this group has no one as troublesome as you were to make weyrlinghood a nightmare for man and beast."

From the sands, Clandestine Vivien Green Dragonet knows her one is here, eyes shift falling upon ivory robe, bunched at the hip. Is that her? She comes closer, nose sniffing the air, eyes probing at the girl. Is it her? Malachite legs shift slightly as she gazes at the candidate almost sure... Ready to make the next step.

From the sands, Menacion raises a brow. "I'd run if I were any of you." He suggests to the three women. "Split up in three directions. Better chance of evading." Meanwhile, Menace edges sideways. /Away/ from the green.

From the sands, "I just want to get out with my skin intact," Neil states to both girls. "That's it."

Zeya shakes Keli's arms a bit, "Look she's about to choose!" she hops some more and shouts again, "C'mon Kish!!"

From the sands, Ignoble Eidolon Egg rattles abruptly, briefly, then stops as quickly as it started. A shiver?

From the sands, Razel doesn't feel assured, though she'll accept the smile readily enough. A grin to Maeko, including her in their circle of .. ah.. frightened and nervous plan-makers. She hears the whispering and ooh's coming from the crowd way above, but doesn't tear her eyes from the scene going on around her. "Gimme a kitchen heat to these sharding sands anyday!" is her latest mutterance.

From the sands, Cera blinks at the green, looks at Sanna, then turns to Kisha. "No nae-saying you..." Cera's mouth opens, as the dragonet seems to look directly at Kisha and blinks, staring at the former messenger now. "Don't run. Don't.�

From the sands, Fynelox mutters at Thanial under his breath. "Who's side are you on?" He's going to use the bigger lad as a shield worse comes to worse, that is if he can free himself from Taire. The way his fingers are aching though, it's not likely. In any case, his own pounding heart and frayed nerves is sort of blocking out most of the pain anyway. "You'll be handy to have about." he grins back at the healer before whipping his gaze back to the front and the grouping of girls with the green before them. His breath is held. "Who do you think she's after? Kishairyn?"

From the sands, Hanz has been watching the green, as well as the candidates and the flurry of activity on the sands as the eggs are shifting. Oh who will the green choose, he too finds himself almost suspended in time then realizes he's not breathing and draws a long breath, gently reminding Siani to do so also. "It's amazing to watch", he whispers to her.

From the sands, Pinnacled Spires Egg serves as silent sentinel and immovable crag in the midst of the roiling chaos of the hatching sands.

From the sands, More cracks form on the Heralding Dark Warrior's surface. The time fast approaches.

From the sands, "Grow shorter, shards!" Anki calls out as she slips out from behind Menace for a peek. Nose wrinkles. "Ugh. My perfume smells horrible on you, you know that?" she informs, stretching to her toes. "Who do you think she's going for?"

From the sands, P'tala rolls her eyes. "I was hardly a nightmare. You just couldn't deal with me, is all." A smile goes to the bronzerider - the most assuring yet, for its warmth. She's trying to be nicer, see? She really is. Pointing to the other eggs, she beams. "Look They're all getting ready."

From the sands, "You mean, besides Nonam?" Maeko responds, scanning the galleries with squinted eyes- she can hardly identify faces, but shrugs. "I'm sure Master Ethan's up there, as well as countless apprentices, but they don't count. Mauling or no, I'm sure numbweed is in plenty supply." Green is glanced to again, and the young dragonet seems to have a specific girl in mind at this point- Maeko shuffles back and forth once more. "I'll take boiling numbweed salve to this, any day!" Is the response to Razel with a shaky grin. To each, their own analogy.

From the sands, Zanoot shifts patiently her eyes following the green and the eggs as much and as many at one time as is possible.

Keliana is jiggling her legs, sending ripples across her legs. The knots in her stomach are tightening, pulling at her insides. "Oh, go Cera!" She shouts to the sands. "Go, go, go!" She shakes Zeya, who finally notices Keli's antics. Keli mutters an apology, then continues her rantings, softer now. "Go Cera!"

Zinia watches and grabs Wylin's arm once more. "Look... I think she might choose. I really hope she does. And some of the others hatch soon." Though events like this really are over far too soon.

M'dan follows Lyllya's pointer and looks as closely as he can. He gets a rather frustrated look on his face and says, "Arliseth seems to think any green is better than no green. I am surprised more have not yet broken shell."

Sage appears from **BETWEEN**

From the sands, Water's Illusion Egg flows off away from the egg it had been nuzzling against, transparent depths rippling with small little cracks that seem in no hurry to become anything more than what they are. It settles into a pool of comforting sand, again content to grow silent and still.

From the sands, Holly is gripping her hands together, nearly hopping with excitement. "I think we're going to see an impression!" The girl is just full of insights. "Ohh... Neil! This is wonderful, isn't it? The very stuff of life!" She'd squeal, but that'd just be /too/ annoying.

From the sands, Kishairyn isn't going to run. At this point, if she tried, she'd end up on her tail end on the sands. She's treating the dragonet with the air of one dealing with a very small, very deadly predator. No sudden moves, that's the key. Lovely as the green is ... but the most dangerous ones always are. "Cera ..." she murmurs, just a touch plaintively.

From the sands, Nonam blinks. "I dunno....er...I think...Um..." Stammer. Blush. Look. Nonam the Light Bulb Face. "I....sometimes they seem to pick...then move away....or...it's happened before, anyway..." Then he glances at Taire. "Wha, er......um... I ...yeah, I'm...a healer. It's what I do."   The sound of his name reluctantly causes his eyes to tear away from the green. "What?"

From the sands, If one peers closely enough at its shimmering surface, perhaps the faint movements of Fire's Oracle Egg could reveal the candidates' futures. At the very least, it holds beneath its surface the future of one lad or lass.

From the sands, Aryion watches the green carefully. "I think that she knows who she wants, don't you?" He asks the girls beside him. He is holding his breath, waiting for the first impression. Who's it going to be..

From the sands, Thanial is used to being ignored by Taire, and snorted at, and scolded. So he takes it all in stride, turning to beam at Fyne. "My side, always." Which means that if Taire's gone, Fyne's the next sacrificial lamb. Or Nonam.. anyone but him. The green is eyes cautiously, appreciation once again taking over seeing as she's safely on the other side of the Sands, near... Kishairyn, Cera, and Sanna?

From the sands, Clandestine Vivien Green Dragonet knows what is in the stars for her now. Drawn, as if by destiny, she moves rapidly across the sands, bridging the final gap between her and the willowy candidate with eyes of amber-gold. Standing resolutely before Kishairyn, she gives a soft croon of discovery and delight as Impression is made.

From the sands, Gabriela chuckles toward Razel. "I'm with you," she murmurs. "Give me the heat of the decks over these granules any day." She sighs and looks toward the green. "Look... Is that one going for Kisha?" she whispers to the three surrounding her. "I can't tell... There are too many sharding candidates around. She nods toward Maeko. "He can't heal people while he has to be on the sands." She nods again at the weaver, sighing with relief.

Ethan cannot help but allow his frown to return as his brows knit in consternation. "That one of my apprentices not only has the time, but the audacity to pull such a stunt like that..." he begins. Then, he is looking back at the sands once more and he is shaking his head. "Well now, we have been sitting here for quite some time, and that hatchling has yet to make up her mind. I certainly hope we shall be well fed for this." Alright, so some of his sunnier disposition has returned.

Eparene stretches upwards in her seat as her eyes lose Aryion, or the candidate she /thought/ was Aryion, for a second. "Hmm. It's hard to see who is who down there." Maybe it's just the seating. The person in front of her is much too tall for their own good. "Promotion is /lovely/. Much better then being an apprentice. It'd be a lot better if I wasn't spending it at Herder, of course. There's going to be an animal revolt one day and I really don't want to be there for it."

Lyllya laughs. "He would. Oh well, it's not like he's not going to have enough to chase around Xanadu." Not that anyone could stop the brown, anyway. "I'm just.. oh my.. Look! A weaver!" Whee! She's going to stay away from the crafthall until everyone cools down! No more sewing for.. well, until Mizuth gets upset.

Hasek says, "Look! Look! Kish got the Green! Look!"

Zeya jumps up and down shouting, "I KNEW IT!!! GO KISHA!!!" she turns to Keli and begins to giggle.

From the sands, Cera blinks at the green again, then looks at Kisha, and slowly a warm smile spreads across her face as she leans a bit closer to the ... now rider, there is no doubt. "See, you're going to be just fine. There was never a need to worry."

From the sands, "Kiiiiiiiish!" Anki crows, punching the air with one fist. "You doll you, congratulations! She's lovely!" Well, Kishairyn already knew that. "Did you see?" she asks, nudging the guard in the side with an elbow.

Hasek smiles.

Jenar laughs. "I'm sure Eparene. The llamas will all attack with the help of the bovines. The herders will all get stuck in the smelly pens then the animals will proceed to take over Pern."

From the sands, Razel is about to add a second analogy to that, but instead, she suddenly blanches and manages a squeak of protest! "Oh no! She's gonna maul Kisha!" But what's this? Instead, the dragonet looks to be more willing to snuggles up to the ex messenger than anything else. "Oooh! She impressed without a single scratch!"

From the sands, Menacion slumps more, bending at the knees slightly. Reducing his height by about six inches. "There. Better? I'd sit down, but that would make it easier for me to be caught." A quick glare is shot over his shoulder. "It wasn't /my/ idea to wear your perfume. It's your own fault." Head swivels back, about to yell at Kish to run again and--too late. "Dear Faranth. It's got her...The green got Kish." He amplifies for Anki's benefit.

From the sands, Ganorene still clings excitedly, babbling like a brook and not caring how much skin she tears off of Neil this evening. "Oh, look, that was Kisha! You know, the Weaver gal! Go Kishairyn go! Green green green!" she cheers, enthusiastically bracing herself against the small lad and jumping.

Keliana stands as Impression is made and cheers for Kisha! She looks at Zeya's antics, then jumps also. "GOOOOO KISHA!" She cheers for one she never met, but is happy for her none the less.

From the sands, Taire eyes the stuttering healer. "Ugh... what use are you?" With yet another of those infamous snorts, she deliberately turns her head away from Nonam, thoroughly dismissing him. With a roll of her eyes, she takes a long step back, headless of just whose sandaled foot she stomps upon, if she gets any. "Boys." *sniff* And as she is about to impart some more nasty words, she catches sight of Kisha and the green out of the corner of her eye. "RUN!" she cries, only to watch an impression actually happen. "Aw, shells... to late..."

Caitlin grins at Ethan and then sighs "I hope it was not an apprentice, then again it could be one of my own but I don't know how they would know about it." She smiles and shakes her head "I will talk about it with you later. Look that green impressed." she says, and glances as others around her cheer "Seems she has a support crew here." She nods "Indeed, I am hoping for some decent wine."

From the sands, S'lan smiles as the first of the dragonets impresses and watches for a few moments as the impression sinks in before going out to the new pair.

From the sands, The time ... has come. There is no waiting, not for the Dark Warrior, now. The egg cracks asunder as the comet seems to strike upon its surface, and from amidst the shell, a dark bronze dragonet emerges. He waits not at all, but rushes towards a knot of candidates, and bowls one over, one of the Bitran Candidates. He oofs, staggering back, and in this rather abrupt fashion is Impression made, the dragonet standing over the poor lad.

Lyrn stands up from her secluded little bench space...ah hah! That /was/ Kisha who had just impressed! And a green too! Dirty looks are given to all of those shouting....good Faranth, couldn't they keep it down? How were those poor fools on the sands supposed to think with all of this shouting! "Congratulations, Kishairyn." she adds, in her own, quiet voice.

M'dan joins Lyllya's laughter, exclaiming, "Yes! It seems we weavers are good for dragonkind. So many of us have been so fortunate to impress. It certainly has a positive effect on the appearance of the Weyrs." He motions to the finely dressed riders on the sands, and those with within the Galleries."

From the sands, Sanna's jaw drops, and she's quit to step away from the newly impressed rider - leaving her for a moment with her lifemate. And Sanna's hand reaches for Cera's, although her gaze doesn't drop from the action on the sands. "Kisha...." Among the wild calls of delight, Sanna's is no more than a whisper. Gosh. This is actually happening, and an impression has brought that home.

From the sands, "Eh?" Maeko glances back, and finds Nonam; ah, the spoken-of one. "Oh! Nothing. Just mentioning healers in case a mauling /should/ happen to occur- you're a bit busy, I'd say." A shrug, as her sentence trails off.. oh, hey! That's Kish! With the green! "Congratulations, Kisha!" She calls with a wave and a grin; other eggs are momentarily forgotten as she settles in once more with a smug grin.

"Look. She chose. Kishairyn," Yes, Mirenda does remember the 'Honorary Herder'; and, of course, that gruesome yellow dress she had once. "Congrats!" she whoops loudly; though her congratulatory word is lost within the thrum of other people's voices.

From the sands, "Kishairyn Impressed!" Gabriela squeaks as she bounces in her sandals and reaches to tap Aryion on the arm, as if he couldn't see for himself. "Congratulations!" Of course, with Gab's voice, that congrats probably didn't carry far enough. "What's the green's name? What's Kisha's new name?"

From the sands, Aryion watches as the green chooses Kisha. "Alright Kisha! Congratulations! She is a beauty there Kish!" Ary cheers loudly for the former messenger before turning back to the girls beside him. "Now see, that wasn't all that bad was it? Look at that bronze.. shards, now that was a fast impression."

From the sands, Nonam's head whips back around, to where the green was. And he frowns disappointedly. "Hey! I missed it!   I looked away for a moment and I missed it!"   Gee, you'd think he'd never been to a Hatching before.   The whine about missing it was aimed at Fyne, Nial and Taire, then he calls out: "Congratulations!"

From the sands, Fynelox's turn to be squeezing fingers this time, his cry astonishingly loud from the usually quiet herder boy. "Go Kish!!" Then a moment of consternation crosses his face as he peers at the other candidates clustered around him. "Oh wait... does this mean Kish will be going proddy someday?" Is that fear or just horror on the boy's face? "Oh /no/!"

From the sands, V'len is beside himself. "A weaver! She chose a weaver! Well, of course." He's nearly dancing on the sands, even though /his/ boots are nice and thick. "Oh, this is perfect." It seems V'len has very conveniently forgotten all the little comments that brand new weyrling has made to him. Kisha was a perfect choice.

Keliana eeps as a sudden Bronze appears and it Impresses almost as fast. /Wow./

Johanna has gone quiet at the impressions and she smiles as she watches "A green and a bronze, what else do you think?" She grins at everyone and then goes back to watching "what colour will choose Fyn you think?"

Hasek says, "Look at that? Did you see that Bronze impress?"

From the sands, Isryn stares, lips parting, struggling for words, and then closing again ... but possibly only for the sheer amount of breath she'll need. "Gwaedoliaeth!" she carols merrily, the grin plastered on her features for the green alone. She'll remember others in a few ... maybe ...

From the sands, M'lan chuckles softly, and says to V'len ironically, "Told you the Bitran lad would..." He pauses, trailing off, and grins towards Isryn, "Now isn't that going to be interesting...wonder what the Hall will say..."

From the sands, Cera turns back around to Sanna, that same warm smile still on her face, as she squeezes the other woman's hand. And, seeing prudence in Sanna's moves, Cera too, moves away from the new Impressed pair. "See, no maulings, Sanna. I think it was just Kisha's way of working out her nervousness." Cera blinks, and turns back to Kish... Isryn. "Gwae... gwaedo... " Cera blinks and just bobs her head up and down. Um, yeah...

From the sands, The sudden rise of excitement resulting from two rapid Impressions has lent even more energy to the roiling weather rippling across the surface of Child of Sadness Egg. If such violence continues, surely the fragile shell will be irrevocably damaged.

Lyrn cheers a little louder now...after all, she was half Bitran herself, she might as well show a bit of respect for her lineage. However, the cheering is done swiftly, and in an instant, she's plopped back on her seat, watching the sands with her solid, cold eyes. Hm.

From the sands, Thanial looks up in time to see... "Kish!!! Oh Shells, Kis- err Isryn! Congratulations... and Gwaedoliaeth!" Now isn't that a mouthful.. Nial probably butchered it slightly, but the well meaning is still evident in each syllable.

From the sands, Larger cracks murmur across Flower Brides Egg's radiant surface, splitting along the seams of apricot and aquamarine in equal measure. Petal-shaped pearl's garland spills away from its golden brow in a flutter of shards, showering the sands with fractured hues of rose and frond. Newborn angles and curves of pale saffron begin to emerge from egg's birthing dew, thus revealing the shining maiden.

From the sands, Bounteous Guinevere Gold Dragonet
From the sands, Pale saffron spills fluid luminescence over her sovereign headknobs' angles and salient neckridges' curves, drizzling rivulets of tawny hue across the understated athleticism of queen's countenance while gilt tones soften the firmness of muscles in belly and haunch. Fragile silver petals, nourished by moonlight, bloom across wingsails' tender membranes as virent fronds stretch along edges to sparkle at wingspars' very tips. Motes of rose gold caress her muzzle's gentle slope before further dusting the slender length of tail with a wispy shimmer. Heavy talons alone are touched by undiluted aureate glow, their metallic sharpness a fierce gleam against hide's ensemble.

From the sands, Oh! The green impressed! "Congratulations, Kisha! She's absolutely amazing!" Luchesi cheers, hands clapping for the once-weaver. Eyes flick to the other egg hatching before returning to Kish-- Isryn, rather -- as she shouts out the name. Oh-- and now the gold's hatched!

From the sands, M'lan nods to S'lan and L'lia-- he'll let them get Kishairyn-- or more appropriately now, Isryn-- while he watches, then blinks as the gold hatches, "Ooh, look at her."

Ethan takes another look and confirms what Master Caitlin has already spoken. "Indeed... so she has. And from the general ruckus, it would seem that weaver hall is to blame. Well met, I suppose," he notes with an idle shrug as he shifts in his seat a bit. "And yes. We will talk on it later. Perhaps over some of that wine you are hoping for. Or do you think perhaps we might be able to flag down a drudge or two and get some while we watch from up here?"

Hasek says, "Oh wow! Look there�s the Queen!"

From the sands, Taire winces as Fyne clamps down on her hand, and then she swishes to the side to purposely nudge him. "Proddy? You just would think of something like that now, wouldn't you? She /Impressed/." Whether that is a good or a bad thing is yet to be defined. "Isryn? Isryn?" Ohhh, that would be her Kisha now. "And who?" She won't even try to wrap her tongue about the dragonet's name.

From the sands, S'lan chuckles at Isryn calls out her lifemate�s name and moves over to her. "Congratulations Kish. We�ll need to move you and your beautiful lifemate over there so as to be out of the way of the rest.�

From the sands, Menacion shuffles. Aw, shells, they got Kish. And he was starting to like that gal. Her sanity will be hopelessly corrupted by this. A /green/. Faranth save the Weyr. Head shakes, lips moving as he tries to pronounce that dragon name. Hrmmm...Not quite working. "The gold?" Well, he doesn't have to worry about /that/ one.

From the sands, S'lan points Kish and her lifemate off to one side of the sands.

From the sands, Isryn's attempt to do a jig was a bad idea, all things considered, and she nearly ends up on her knees on the sands. "Shells, sorry ..." For a moment, her eyes lift for a bright grin at her fellows. "She, ah ... oh, come on, it's not that hard ..." But she'll instruct everyone in her lifemate's name later. Ad nauseum. She trips off at S'lan's call.

From the sands, Hanz is unable to hold back the gasp of awe that escapes his lips as the gold dragonet appears. "By Faranth!" And what a beauty too, no doubt would be with Suyinth for a mother. "Suyinth has outdone herself", no comment about V'len's lifemate's help in the matter. "Love, she's just /beautiful/", he tells Siani...tone filled with admiration.

From the sands, Gabriela grins and shakes her head at Ary. "It's all going so fast now..." she replies with a smiling, swooning sigh. Overhearing Fyne's words, she grimaces toward the herder and mumbles something at, "Now there's another aspect to make the weird Fort Weyr even weirder." She looks toward the weaver-messenger-turned-weyrling with a grin. "Gwa... Gwa....Gwhat? Well, whatever her name is, she's pretty." Blinks bring her eyes back to the eggs as she whispers, "There's the gold." Well, doh.

From the sands, Aryion listens as the new rider speaks the green's name. "Thats a long one there. Girls look!" He points excitedly toward the gold, "The gold has hatched. Isn't she beautiful." Amazing.. simply amazing. Blue eyes twinkle as he watches everything seem to occur all at once.

From the sands, V'len just gasps. Yes, this is Yevgeth's daughter without a doubt. "Oh... look..." He gulps, and then glances around, sure everyone is just in awe of the sire that could spawn this incredible beauty.

Keliana gasps, as a beautiful beyond beautiful Gold tumbles from her egg. She swallows a lump as the Queens shakes a bit of the egg off. She wonders, just maybe, Cera might be the lucky one. . . "GO CERA!!"

From the sands, V'zan begins counting on his fingertips. "Two down, and how many to go? One, two, three... I'm going to need to borrow some more fingers, P'tala."

From the sands, Anki isn't even going to try and pronounce that. Nevertheless, as her fist sinks she tries another cheer. "Isryn!" Sinking down on her heels she sighs happily. "Just think. The weyr will have to live with her now. In a Turn she'll be the richest person at the weyr." Blink, blink. "What did you say? The gold?" She turns to have a good look, a small grin showing. "Pretty, isn't she?"

Caitlin laughs softly "Ahh Ethan you have the best ideas." She glances around for a drudge, hopefully one whose mouth is not hanging open and can be prodded to get wine without stopping along the way. She gestures imperiously at a drudge and whispers an order and crosses her fingers "We'll see." she says and then eyes "A gold, another weyrwoman to terrorise, I mean produce more eggs." SHe laughs softly.

Zeya takes back up her chorus of, "Go Aryion!!" though it is quite obvious that he won't get the gold, that would be /silly/. She seems to want to add more but all of this shouting is making her hoarse and embarrassed so silent she becomes, verbally quiet. She continues to hop and clap though.

"A bronze. A gold. Wow; the gold was the third hatched. Impressive. Eh... that wasn't a pun, really," Mirenda admits, entwining a long, slim finger around her famous lock of bright ebon. "And... Kish's... what? Gwe.. Gwa... Gweeeeehhh.... Gwaedo... uhm. Yah. Close enough." Back to watching the gold, "My bet is that she'll take forever to pick a lifemate. Golds are like that, you know..."

From the sands, Nonam blinks. "What was that name again?" He fumbles it the first time he says it, but then he gets it right. "Gwaedoliaeth! Congratula-"   The second congratulations is broken off as he turns his head to see the gold emerge from her flower. "Oh. Wow...."

From the sands, Thanial laughs at Fynelox, eyes dancing. "Oh and if you Impress a male, Fyne, you'll be out there chasing her when she's proddy." And doesn't that sound like divine justice. Thank goodness there's a Taire-barrier between them.. that's what keeps him bold in his remarks. Fyne can't kick her through Taire. Turning back to the egg, he blinks. Where did that little gold come from. Stunned, his mouth just drops open in surprise... "Don't leave us Taire, don't leave us." Deathgrip is tightened on the messenger�s hand.

From the sands, L'lia follows behind S'lan smiling at the newly impressed, Lil was balling when she impressed. "Congratulations Isryn..." She can do this really! She walks off with Isryn and S'lan ready to help again soon.

From the sands, Neil bounces again. Up, down. Up, down. One might get dizzy, watching him. He nudges Holly, "Look at the gold!" Then, he nudges the other girl, as well. "Look at her...!"

The Fortian smith gets a nod that is all too serious. "Don't you know it, Jenar. Of course, the animals will probably have a more clever and less predictable plan then /that/, but really, those monsters can only stand being penned up for so long before they start going insane. We really ought to just dump them on some deserted island somewhere and be rid of them all together." Epa gasps at the new events on the Sands, grabbing at Jenar's shoulder and pointing. "Look! She Impressed! And that gold is simply /beautiful/!"

Lyllya simply beams. "That we have.. oh, and look! The gold.. Oh my, she's lovely, isn't she?" Of course, you /know/ she's silently reassuring Mizuth that, yes, she is the loveliest dragon to ever break shell. "Oh.. and it's going so fast.. I remember.." Strolling down memory lane? Hey, she gets emotional at these things. "She'll pick just the perfect person, too."

From the sands, Even Razel has to admit that the gold dragon is certainly beautiful, however, that doesn't mean that she'll be running up to greet her. Instead, she continues her wincing steps; digging her feet deeper into the hot sands; feet that are beginning to blister slightly. "I just hope the rest impress quickly, so that maybe I can have some of that numbweed Maeko.."

From the sands, Bounteous Guinevere Gold Dragonet frees herself fully from the confines of her shattered egg, drawing herself upwards as she shakes droplets of birthing moisture from her glistening hide. Several steps are taken, tentative at first, until steady footing atop the sands is found. Moving slowly forward, she swings her head from side to side, taking in the nature of her surroundings.

Catryn gasps as she watches the beautiful queen emerge from her shell, oh if only Maeko would have the luck, adding in her thoughts, she deserves that beautiful queen if anyone does!

Alizriel squeezes herself in between Zeya and Evrenn, panting heavily. A silent cheer resounds in her mind as Kish Impresses. Finally catching her breath, she only loses it again in a gasp as she sees the Queen. Oh she was gorgeous! Managing to tear her gaze from the golden body she roots for Aryion.

From the sands, Apple of Hesperides Egg pauses, shivering on the edge of teasing and offering, danger swelling in a timeless adventure -- the quest of a lifetime. Eternity awaits inside a crimson shell, which firmly and vehemently begins to crack.

Continued in Part 3

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