| Fort Weyr's Spring 1999 Hatching (Part 1) Sunday, March 21, 1999 Gold Suyinth & Bronze Dorvath Gold Isoldeth & Bronze Noswaith The World of Pern(tm) copyright (c) 1967 by Anne McCaffrey. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. Log courtesy of Valora POV from the Galleries ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jasper wings up to the ledges after Zeddicus, chasing his tail in some sort of game, he lands on the ledges and looks down upon the eggs eyeing them with interest. Lilian sees her friends walk in one by one. She stands up and begins to hug them. Then signals to the area she was sitting, "Come sit with me there is plenty of room." Kindria looks around with curiosity and anxiety...so many unfamiliar faces. Atuarre smiles happily at Lilian, then turns to look at the sands. "Wow... 11, no twelve eggs... I wonder who's going to Impress?" Triacia grins. "Hello Lili! Calia let us come." She sits down next to Lilian, but keeps her eyes focused on the sands. When will Zella be here? "Quite a stir, eh?", one Boll steward's assistant mumbles to a visiting SeaCrafter. Kells glances about, taking in all the sights."So where are all your little friends Lilian?" Atuarre seats herself next to Triacia. "Where's your friend, Tri?" she asks. Kindria looks around for a place to sit. Calia follows the herder appys in and murmurs softly "Now you guys behave okay?" she grins and waves to K'pan and Lilian moving to take a seat by the other Journeywoman Herder. Triacia grins nervously. "Prolly still in the barracks, I suppose. She never liked dragons, too big, she said." She giggles. "She'll hate standing on the sands. Atuarre nods to Calia, face very innocent. Shirchon joins the other herders, sitting just behind the group of blah, girls. ;) Kells scoots over to make room for the newcomers, rearranging her skirts. Lilian smiles to Kells, "Well only Elena in with me right now." she says with a smile. She then sees Calia walk in, and hugs her. "I'm so happy to see you guys." she says beaming, "I missed you /so/ much!" Tamman keeps his eyes on the contents of the sands, below, all else forgotten in his rapt concentration. Tana smiles at everyone, and spots one familar face. She waves at Triacia. Triacia smiles. "Hello Tana! How are you?" So many familiar faces...Is that Shirchon? Too familiar. "What're /you/ doin' here Shirchon?" Kindria looks around and finds a spot that isn't too claustrophic for her. Riain is content with solitary spot: seats surrond her, offering an isle of solace. Eyes fix on Sands, locating those she knows -- riders, sister, and others -- before she begins to meticiously examine those in the closest proximity. Atuarre turns around, spotting Shirchon. "Oh. it's you." Tana takes a glance about, and finds herself a seat, her eyes curiously drawn to the sands below. Calia wiggles a finger at Atuarre's innocent look and shakes her head. She smiles to Shirchon and turns to Lilian 'Hows it going? Hercules appears from **BETWEEN** Shirchon raises a brow at Triacia. "Almost all of the other apprentices are up here." he replies calmly to her. "So why are you so surprised?" he asks the girl, shrugging his shoulders. Looking over at Atuarre as well, ne nods. "Aye?" "Aw, gemme some room here, will ya?", someone yells. Yep, that was a Bitran, no doubt about it. Arian appears from **BETWEEN** Ambrosia shyly treads 'pon light feet down the isles, finally finding a seat beside a rather meaty holder who gives her an angry glare. Ignoring that person, she crosses her legs, watching the movements of the sands with an intense interest as a word slips from her lips, " Oooh." Up the stairs she comes all smiles, hatchings she does so enjoy. Brekka looks around for a place to sit. Giving K'pan a grin and wave she continues to look Master Kestrel is noted and waved to as well moving over towards the recognized harper contingent she finds a seat with a soft murmured hello. Phaeya mounts the distance up to the viewing ledges. K'pan notices Brekka and returns her wave, watching the sands intently feeling that something is going to happen really soon... Hercules disappears **BETWEEN** From the viewing ledges, a deep thrumming sound emerges from the countless perched dragons. Rima wanders in quietly and takes a seat to watch off by herself, weyr...children being watched carefully. Tomias waves as he runs over to the small knot of harpers. K'pan feels the thrumming of the the dragon voices, knowing what they signify he watches the sands even closer, awaiting the arrival of the candidates...wondering if they are close by or need gathering From the sands, Kaixith hunkers low, the better to eye her egg, and a low thrum vibrates from her throat. Only now does her tail uncurl from its shell, but she hovers close yet. Atuarre starts to breathe faster as the Dragon's hum. "That means that they're going to Hatch soon, doesn't it?" she asks Triacia Tana hears the thrumming curiously and watches intently the sands. Isn't her friend on the sands yet? Keelin slips into the galleries, silent, proper and every bit the Lady. Following are two drudges who also sport gather finery, though it is not so ornate as Keelin's. Gesturing to the drudge holding a small boy -- the Xanadu heir -- the Lady and her small entourage find a seat with others of rank. Family is on the sands today. From the sands, Isoldeth rises abruptly from her dozing to peer down at the egg between her forepaws. Head tilts left, then right, then a look is passed between lifemate and clutch sire. It /is/ time. Gently her own thrumming begins, even as she nudges the egg further from her embrace and into the future. It's time. Calia watches quietly eyes intent Bedonna watches the people poor into the Galleries, she eyes them from her corner, her eyes constantly scan the sand for those she knows will be standing in on Hatching, her ears catch the hummm she perks up looking more interested. Triacia watches quietly. Her friend /will/ be here soon. No need to fret... Tomias sits down next to Brekka and Kestrel. "Good day, Master Kestrel. Hello, Brekka." Ardal edges in with the rest of the Xanadu Herder contigent, head ducked down, trying to not block the view of whoever's behind him. Atuarre looks frantically around. "Where're the Candidates?" she asks worriedly From the sands, Suyinth shifts suddenly, rising up on haunches to survey her own clutch of eggs and then Isoldeth's. Movements catch her whirling eyes and her throat begins to vibrate in a soft hum. From the sands, Kailasa Gathering Egg ripples, its shimmery surface barely moving in the heat. Movement, yes, reflection and movement. Kindria sits with the herders looking around nervously and quietly. She pushes her hair back from her face so she can see around better. Karimma stands up at the start of the humming, she can see perfectly over all seated, she watches for the cadidates to come in. From the sands, Noswaith adds his own dark bass thrumming, arching his neck as he surveys the scattered eggs, soon to hatch. From the sands, Mikhail walks onto the sands. Shirchon leans forward and murmurs to the other herder apprentices. "I don't know who y'all are lookin' for, but I'm sure they'll be hustling the Candidates in soon." he grins. "Don't think they're likely to make a mistake like missing /this/." From the sands, Darannan walks onto the sands. Triacia smiles at Atuarre. "They'll be here..." Is that egg shaking? "Look! It's Mik!" From the sands, Jaren walks onto the sands. Atuarre points "There! I see him!" From the sands, Juliana walks onto the sands. From the sands, Popu walks onto the sands. From the sands, Ysobel walks onto the sands. From the sands, Sitric walks onto the sands. Ciaran finds a good spot to sit, casting an eager eye across the sands looking for the two Smiths that will be out there today. From the sands, Kerryn walks onto the sands. From the sands, Ettia walks onto the sands. Kindria smiles as she does see a familiar face walk on to the sands, a herder journeyman, Mikhail and grins, as she remembers sitting at the lake talking. Lydanee brushes past the others in the crowd, her warm brown eyes glittering as she watches the others with interest. " Lady Keelin!" She calls over the heads of the mingling crowds, pushing her way through them towards her Lady Holder. Excitement brushes their her veins as she watches -- spots -- the candidates entering. " Wow!" From the sands, Shirar walks onto the sands. From the sands, Zella walks onto the sands. From the sands, Spryte walks onto the sands. From the sands, Emilia walks onto the sands. The chorus of assembled dragons join each other, their thrumming growing stronger as the robe clad candidates enter the sands. Lilian watches the eggs, then sees Mik walk on to the sands. Her face turns to a big smile. Silently in her mind she roots him on. Then look there is Em, my friends... out to go get dragons.. From the sands, Washer at the Ford Egg mumbles a movement; the barest shudder. Sand drips down one side to the river-- ground below. From the sands, Kiyoshi walks onto the sands. Atuarre smiles at Shirchon. "Please, be silent." Triacia smiles and suck in a breath. "Zella, I knew she'd make it. Whew!..." Kestrel makes her way through the seats, a nod offered here and there for those she recognizes, a smile paid to those with knots of rank. A small finger wave here and there is added until she finally manages to end up among the usual grouping of Harpers. "Brekka, Tomias." She greets simply as she seats herself, sun-kissed eyes training themselves on the sands. "It would appear our visit is most fortuitous." She settles her skirts neatly over her knees. Keelin hears a child's voice and, recognizing the relative, waves in a proper fashion. Brekka smiles and nods a greeting to Tomias but doesn' speak as she watchs From the sands, Kaixith curls her long tail about her feet, but it doesn't stay there long. In her excitement its snakey length twitches and and shifts, not quite in time to her thrumming. She lifts her head higher to eye the Candidates as they enter. From the sands, Ever-Burning Sacred Fire Egg shivers as the warmth of the sands seems to spark some fire within as well as without. From the sands, Spryte stumbles her way in and peers around, before remembering to bow politely to the queens and anyone else in the vicinity, so some are other Candidates, so what? Tana grins as the candidates start to enter the sands. She waves at the only one she knows. From the sands, Valora notes the look and hops off the ledge she'd claimed.. "Here we go." She eases up next to Siani and grins openly at the woman before turning her attention to the white-draped bodies as they draw near. From the sands, Shirar walks out reluctantly, glaring at Kiyoshi. "Stop pushing me," she hisses at the weaver. "I'm going." She eyes the eggs, and then the sires and dams, offering all one inclusive Shirar-bow. It's there, noticable, but nothing lavish. Brekka grins "Yes it would Master Kestrel. How are you?" her eyes trained on the sands as the eggs begin to move Atuarre gulps. From the sands, Champion's Portion Egg shivers and shudders, threatening to topple to feast laid out upon its shell. From the sands, Siani shares a smile with Valora as she moves forward to greet the candidates' arrival. K'pan watches the candidates entering the bowl and smiles as he recalls his own time on sands not to different from these.. From the sands, "Aiee...Spryte! Em? But...their still /squishy/!" Ettia fairly squeaks again, being herded along with rest of white masses as eyes search for friends -- ouch../hot/ sands. From the sands, Ysobel shuffles, hiking up robe in one hand, other hand held out to lent balance as she is shoved onto the sands. A moment's pause before the heat sinks in, and mommies and daddies both recieve a bow. Not too low, else she falls smack on face. Big mommas. Big daddies. Bow, bow, and wal move to the side. *Phwew* From the sands, Cauldron of Inspiration Egg tilts, just ever-so-slightly, disturbing the moonstone wreath, making the blue flames flicker and start. From the sands, Zorya walks onto the sands. From the sands, Jaren walks out onto the sands, following the large frame Of Mikhail. "Hey..wai..." Awe stops him for a moment, as eyes sweep round crowed galleries, over to the great gleaming creatures in front of him. A smile a quick shake of head to get himself moving again. Arkward bow to queens and all, "Woah..." From the sands, Kiyoshi stumbles onto the sands. She's not nervous, really. A quick bow is offered to queens and sires before this weaver gal looks to find a suitable place among the others. From the sands, Zella jumpjump/jumps/, and casts a grateful look to sandal's scant protection. Biting lip almost savagely, she tries a faint bow, then scrambles to get closer to Ysobel. We candies gotta stick together... From the sands, Popu trudges out onto the sands near the end of a long line of candidates, looking quite bedraggled and worse for the wear. At the sight of the galleries filled with people, it dawns upon him: this is the hatching. People he know might be watching him. An immediate blush of humiliation is on his cheeks as he manages an absent bow at the sharp nudge of a candidate near him. Shirchon gives Atuarre the evil eye. "Such a lovely personality you have." Not. From the sands, Salmon of Knowledge Egg glimmers. Then gleams. But for now, knowledge remains hidden beneath tarnished scales. From the sands, That first robe, the first one Emilia grabbed.. the one Ettia made. Too small. And the second one.. the second one she was trying to slide on as Zorya was shoving her, none too gently, out of the barracks.. it would be okay, this creation of Mik's, except it's on over the first one. Emilia's feeling a little cramped. "Ettia, if you hide, it will be okay." From the sands, Faela walks onto the sands. From the sands, Mikhail just stands there for a moment, drinking in the sight of the dragons, the eggs - and the Galleries full of people. He takes one step, then another, then begins mincing as the heat from the Sands seeps through his sandals. He bows respectfully to first one then the other of the great queens and their mates, then to Kaixith, and takes his place next to Jaren. Calia is rooting just as hard as Lilian is for the herders, she nudges Lilian and crosses her fingers. Atuarre smiles tightly at Shirchon, then turns her back on him. From the sands, Juli flops out, sandals half-off already, and glances warily about. Queens. Bronzes. Bows, she, with little flourish. She doesn't believe in fanciful foppery, afterall. And tags after Darannan. She still doesn't know the girl's name, but... From the sands, Kerryn gets a nudge in the ribs from Jilder, and quickly follows the lad's lead in bowing nicely to one queen, then the other. And their respective riders. And anything else not in white. Just to be safe. Straightening and turning to resume her explanation of probabilities to the boy, she frowns as only Shirar and Kiyoshi are nearby. Well, crud. "Oh, hey. Are they hatching already?" Why else she would be out here in a skintight robe is probably best not asked. From the sands, Kailasa Gathering Egg rocks more obviously now, its reflective surface catching all the light there is and casting it forward and away. Away, away, away. Kindria sits on the egg of her seat with a nervous smile, her focus on the moving eggs. From the sands, Sitric remembers, just as his feet touch the sands, his sandles waiting in the ice box. Oh, Faranth help him. Ouch. An eloquent bow is givin to Isoldeth and Suyinth, and some such speech as to how grateful he is for them affording him this wonderful experience. And then the same speech and bow to all the Riders on the sands. And a Thank-you to the sand for toasting his feet. All this, before he takes a place on the sands. Lydanee rans over the crowds, her sepia locks bouncing either way of her face basked in warmth, eyes watching the sands eagerly. Form curls over seat, legs curling underneath herself, upper torso propelled over the seat infront of her so she can get a better view, " Look, they're on the sands!" she beams, making her observations heard to others. From the sands, Darannan bows reluctantly to the queens and sires, head bent so her disgruntled look is only bestowed on the sands, and joins the white-garbed bunch with a sigh. From the sands, Spryte bounces her way over to Tia and nods "Not anymore, they stopped being squishy I think. They went and hardened on us Tia, now it's time to avoid flying shards of shells." her words emit sagely as she eyes the rocking and rolling with rocking vtols in her tummy. From the sands, The Final Battle Egg shudders in its own violent spasm as the war rages over its circumference. No wounds of battle show themselves... yet. Calia gives a warning glance to the two arguing herders and hisses "Enough or I send you home. Hush and watch Atuarre and Shirchon From the sands, Zorya gently shoves and prods candidates on the sands. "Bow to the queens, please," she murmurs. Once everyone is out there, she moves to stand near V'zan with a smile. An eager boy trips and falls as he curiously tries to make his way to the galleries' railing. "Steady there, lad. Careful!", a bluerider smiles as he helps the youngster on his feet. From the sands, Ysobel spies Zella and fairly runs over. Candies, melt on the sand, not on the stands.. Hand is stuck out to Zella with an almost pleading puppydog look to her silvered eyes. Help? Mustn't lose buddy.. From the sands, V'zan ceases his impatient, anxious pacing, instead choosing to nervously gnaw on his lower lip. Eyes dance from ege to egg, candidate to candidate. Lilian looks at Calia and smiles, seeing her cross her fingers she does the same. From the sands, Belatedly, Ettia adds a slight bend of waist and bow towards -- well..somewhere. dragon, egg..candie wards...somewhere. Then a pensive look of pinched impish features is sent towards Em, "Well...lest might be easy ta loose in crowd like this.." safety in numbers, right? Firmly, boney hand snatched cousin's in one grasp then fellow dragon-distruster in other. From the sands, Emilia bows, that graceful thing that is supposed to be done. Hello Queen, Hello Dragon, yes, yes.. all polite, all toothy smile, and then, it's behind Mikhail. He's large. No dragon will find her there. From the sands, Kiyoshi rocks back on her heels to acknowledge Kerryn, "I /think/ so." But she peers at the eggs, particularily one, just to make sure. Eyes roam about, not sure just what to expect for once, but feet finally settle her in between Shirar and Kerryn. There. A safe place. Maybe? From the sands, Trailing behind the others, Kiorma hurries onto the sands, barely pausing to sketch a slight bow towards dams and sires, before losing himself in the crown of anxiously milling candidates. From the sands, Siani takes up close stance to A'raen, fingers reaching for and clasping his as she glances up, grinning. "Exciting, it's it? I can't wait to get off the sands, but then I find myself wishing this would never end." From the sands, Zella grasps for the hand, rocking eggs dispelling any coherent thoughts she might otherwise offer. She squeezles, then plants herself like a skybroom- well, ok, more like a weed, shuddering and bending. But hey, she's got Yso... From the sands, Mikhail glances around to view Emilia anxiously. "Are ye all right, then Em?" he asks, concernedly. From the sands, From harshly gorgeous iridescence trickles forth cracks, the whitened membrane beneath creating streamlets of spring melt down the emblazoned zenith of Kailasa. Snow disappears a moment before the minute waterfalls, carrying away those shadowless couriers, even making the too-bright beauty bleach and fade. Finally, the white, like summer thunderheads, rips across its length, spilling out regal elegance. Gracious Restorer Blue Dragonet Clean, elegant lines give this dragonet a lithe appearance and an almost regal carriage. Finely chiseled head sits at an incisive slant, ending in a muzzle more pointed than blunt. Mantled in vivid royal blue, a luminous sunset glow warms his underside, softens sharp definition and self-contained poise, while a train of matte twilight leads to tailtip and reappears at talons. Neat limbs are cuffed with a dapper glint of gold, a gleam echoed at winghooks and the gallant lift of long spars. From the sands, Faela stumbles onto the sands just on the heels of a tall red-haired vintner lad. Bow to the queens, bow to the sires, step in line. Faela does as she's supposed to and then begins toying with the belt of her robe, glancing up at the galleries, at the ledges above, and finally... oh yes. At those /eggs/. Atuarre gasps at the sight of the blue. From the sands, "Look. They move." Juli comments absently, standing next to Daran. And hatch. Blue. "He's kind of skinny, don't you think?" Nag. Triacia smiles. It's started. Good luck Zells! From the sands, Isoldeth shifts from foot to foot to foot, the sway picking up depth and speed as more and more of the white robed ones draw near her 'babies'. Still Valora continues to grin, returning each bow with a nod and a wink. 'Good luck' is mouthed silently to each in turn. From the sands, A'raen chuckles softly, his hand tightening in Siani's. "Aye..I keep remembering Ferusith. I tried to hide form him, y'know." He winks at the brown, who merely croons smugly even as he greets the new hatchling with a dip of slim muzzle. "But I could wish it were over. A little." From the sands, Spryte raises cousins' hand as she points "Look a blue!" so wise is Spryte as she points out to all those who of course would miss it if she didn't intone the colour. "Very blue" The deep thrumming emerging from a large number of dragons seem to make even the solid walls of the Hatching Cavern tremble. It must be imaginery, must it not? From the sands, Ysobel obediently sqeezes the hand of Zella as the first egg cracks. And.. blue. A muffled gasp as heat sinks into her tootsies, moving back and forth, swaying on the sands. Perhaps her tent of a robe can come in handy, and the hand that holds the yards of material waves it.. Aaaaah, breeeeze. A blissful moan sounds at the breeze, as eyes keep tuned to the dragonet. Small. Gooey. Wow. From the sands, Popu's forehead is already damp with beads of sweat in a combination of the heat's effect and a horrible case of nerves. Quite sure that there is no escape, the holder lad turned candidate resolves to take a few furtive steps backwards. The dragonets and other such things are ignored for his scanning of the galleries; he /can't/ be seen in such a state. From the sands, Mikhail hears a crack and turns just in time to see the blue tumble out of his egg. "Jaren, have a look, tis a blue!" He admires the poise of the little dragonet, and runs a hand through his blond curls, completely focussed on the Hatching. From the sands, Shirar points at the first dragon to fall out of an egg. "I think that answers your question, Kerryn," she states, refusing to notice her hot feet, rubbing the oil from her firelizards off on her hips. Such a lady. From the sands, Zachary tries tug his robe out of his nether regions while he thinks no one is looking. "Ummmmilia!" He trundles after the girl, wincing as his bare feet hit the sands. "Hey, it's hot out here!" From the sands, Emilia is fine, thank you, and now she's trying that Flashdance move, that one where the undergarment is removed without benefit of removing the top garment. She isn't having a lot of luck with it, however, being so tightly bound. She minces a grin toward Mik, but she isn't concentrating on him right now. Kembar manages to sneak into the Galleries, not precisely unobtusively, but at least not clumsily. He pauses a moment to seek out Kestrel. "Blue," he mutters, half under his breath to her, as he approaches. "I think we should assume that, rather than bronze, to be a lucky sign for the Harpers." From the sands, Katrina ohs and pats Kaixith's hide. "See that? What a handsome blue fellow." From the sands, Zella jerks Ysobels arm involuntarily, then mouths a quick apology. But /look/... "It's /weird/." Well, it's a sentence, and it makes sense... really, what more can you expect? From the sands, Ettia opts to stay close to Spryte, shifting a step behind cousin alittle - wait, Ettia actually is backing /down/ from something? can't be. "It /hatched/!" girl squeaks fairly again - yes, state the obvious, but, for a moment start is distracted by searing grains of sand underfeet - aiee. K'pan nods as the first hatchling appears...a Blue! He wonders who the little one will choose as his lifemate? Will be interesting to see if he can pick the candidate who will impress. Ambrosia squeezes the arm rest of her seat 'til her fingers turn quite blue -- like that fragile little dragonet far below her. " A blue!" she shout out, sound resounding before engulfed in the chattering talk of humans and then the rumbling hum of dragons that makes her chair shake, rumble 'n roll. Tomias frowns at Kembar and puts his finger to his lips. I'han sucks his teeth. "I'd hoped from a bronze, though", he mutters to the greenrider next to him. From the sands, Noswaith pays scant attention to the tiny /humans/ cluttering the sands. He has eyes only for the eggs and emerging dragonets, the only creatures that truly matter. His children. From the sands, Jaren smiles over to the others, the heat and noise leaving a slight baffled expression..eyes travel upwards to meet Mik's eyes with a wry smile of humour and nerves, before a sound, different pitch from background noise startles...whole body shudders slightly as his gaze takes in the creature tone low in awe "Yeah...a blue..." a nervous chuckle "Kinda bigger than I expected, up close..." From the sands, Siani mmmhmmms over the first arrival, darting a glance to Valora and then V'zan. "Looks like Noswaith sires handsome blues," she comments with a broad smile. From the sands, Kiyoshi hasn't even felt the heat of the sands, not yet anyways. She merely /looks/ at Shirar, words just don't seem fitting right now. Towards rocking eggs she peeks and bites a lower lip. The first, a blue. She studies. From the sands, Kerryn skims the area with drifting verdant gaze. Following the curve of the sands around to the galleries, blinking in idle surprise at the numbers crowding in to watch, she misses the first crack of the first egg. Yet the answer from the huntress brings her attention back to where it's supposed to be. "Hey, he's blue. See? I /told/ Jilder there'd be plenty of blues, but he didn't want to listen and now he's way over there somewhere. Ow. Great gobs of ovine gullets, I forgot my sandals..." Hot hot hot. From the sands, Zorya tucks her hand into V'zan's arm and squeezes her acknowledgment. "Beautiful," she murmurs. From the sands, Emilia rolls her eyes at Zachary, then promptly proceeds to continue ignoring him. She's got problems of her own here, after all. That underrobe is nearly off, but it's /tight/, there, hanging from her armpit. From the sands, A'raen snorts. "Don't tell them that, though. They're already hard to live with." But he does grin. Calia murmurs softly "Luck Emilia Mikhail." From the sands, Spryte shuffles from one foot to the other, heat penetrating thick soled sandals with relative ease as she hops lightly. The fact that the hopping is jerking poor Tia's hand up and down as well is missed by the girl. Aqua gaze travels over dragonet and lips uptilt in a smile..aww he is a sweetie. Bounce, shift, the eternal dance of the sands. From the sands, Gracious Restorer Blue Dragonet /is/ a handsome blue fellow, isn't he? Precisely, fastidiously, /carefully/, he kicks away the shards from his egg-- oh, but they should really be all in the same place, yes they should-- and so he moves them there with careful motions of those oh-so-new talons, kicking at the extra pieces of egg to put them into some kind of order. There. And he squares his draconic shoulders and turns to face all the people. All the people. From the sands, V'zan chuckles nervously, "Aye, Sia. I just hope he doesn't take offence then the little creatures turn toward the candidates for companionship, instead of toward daddy." From the sands, Ysobel shakes her head to negate Zella's comment. "Weird?" she frowns. More like puuuuuurty.. And with that uncalled for drool, she snaps to attention beside her friend, clasping metacarples perhaps a bit /too/ snug, but again, an apology is tossed on the wind of her fanning robe. From the sands, Washer at the Ford Egg gains ferocity, increasing the waterfall of sand around its 'hill'. A shudder; a shiver. From the sands, Siani calls over to Kat, "Does Kai have ideas what's hatching from her egg yet?" Kestrel glances quickly at Kembar before turning her eyes back to the sands and sliding sideways a bit on the bench-like seat, "Let's hope so, anyway. Here, have a seat, dear." She pats the free space she's made next to her. From the sands, Ettia blinks a look to Spryte as her arm flails helplessly, "What are you /doing/? You want to call /attention/ to yer self?" yes, it's all a game of hide and seek now to Ettia. From the sands, Katrina grins over at Siani. "Only that whatever it is is perfect." Brekka smiles to Kembar, green eyes greeting him, she speaks softly "Hello Kembar." turning her gaze back to the sands. From the sands, Sitric pales, flushes, and pales again. Quite an interesting site. "It's a blue. " Is commented to no one in particular, though the Trader next to him snickers. Feet are shifted, shifted, and shifted some more. What pretty shards they are! He'll have to remember to collect some afterwards. Afterwards... Such a long, and yet short, time away. From the sands, Darannan discovers that the sands are quite toasty. Warmer then Boll beaches. She refuses to do the ridiculous sand-dance, though. She's got to have some dignity. To go with her hair. She eels behind some towering Candidate--Jilder, in fact--attempting to peer at his sandals. Needs work, definitely. "Hey, where'd you get those?" Dar demands, petulantly. Shoddy. Definitely shoddy. Kells is rapt on the scene playing out before her. Above the sands, Vzelth arrows sleekly through the bowl entrance. From the sands, Mikhail shifts from one foot to the other, trying to keep his over-long toes out of the heat of the sands. "What are ye doin' Em?" as he catches sight of his friend doing a rather different dance than the others. Above the sands, Vzelth hovers and then chooses his spot on the viewing ledges. Karimma watches the sands and the cadidates she knows, she stands straight her body rigid with impatience, she watches the hatchling, not sure what outcome she wishes for her friend, she admonishes herself and wishes him good luck. From the sands, Handsome. Snort on Juliana's part. Finding no source of conversation -- with no one can she share her absolute /certainty/ that she'll be going home today -- she verbally criticizes the dragonet. "Too skinny. And vain." So there. From the sands, Am'ly pauses to tug one of her /leather/ boots more solidly on, pacing nearer to a fellow bluerider. "Ikath was the first blue of our clutch, wasn't he, Phe?" From the sands, Still unsure of whether or not he is seen by anyone who matters, Popu takes a few heavy steps toward a group a nearly hysterical giggling girls, all of curls and dimples and rosy cheeks. Not even bothering to give them the once-over as he usually might, he just uses them to distance himself from the view of those gallery-inhabiting observers. From the sands, "I'm /trying/," Emilia grunts, "to get this sharding too small /robe/ off of me." Without tearing the one on top. "If you keep looking at me, the dragons might find me," she says. It's a hint. From the sands, Washer at the Ford Egg suddenly contracts in the middle, seeming to lengthen from top to bottom. A twist and a turn; dark cracks drip out from the vibrating centre. Wrung by giant hands, the violent shaking striates and collapses it, leaving no shards bigger than a hand-span around a shady green Blood-Stained Crow of Battle Green Dragonet In the dark depths of agressive green lurks a sullen dragonet, scavenger always from the challenging survey of her young gaze to the writhing twitch of her curled tail. Intensely malachite wings droop, haggard in the way of the crone, yet the naive tilt of her slickly shiny nose is a question of the young maiden. Bloody trails of bleak foliage feather her solid form, strength ingrained in thick hind-legs but lost in spindly fore-arms. Already vengeance lives in knowing half-lidded eyes. Kembar arches an eyebrow at Tomias for a long moment, but slides into the seat beside Kestrel without a retort. Lightly, his hand touches Kestrel's back in affection before he arranges himself in a more comfortable position for watching. From the sands, Kiorma wriggles his way between candidates, trying to maneuver into a better position to watch the hatchings. He almost wishes he was in the Galleries, where he could watch with remote detachment, rather than here in the midst of chaos, but at least he can get an up-close view this way. Atuarre looks longingly at the little green. Kells nudges Lilian. "Is it just me, or does Em not want to be here? " From the sands, Ever-Burning Sacred Fire Egg trembles again as the interior fire is fueled. A minute shifting of position on the sands draws Suyinth's attention. But for a moment. The flames are content to calmly burn. From the sands, Phoenix beams fondly, watching the little blue with a distant violet gaze. "He was. The very first dragon on the Sands." Scarlet leathers are given a dark twitch, but she stands still, glad she doesn't have to be wearing robes and sandals. Once was quite enough. Lilian looks at Kells, "You should have seen her when they tried to bring her here." she says with a grin. From the sands, Spryte blinks over at cousin and looks down at the bouncing hands, and her own dancing feet. Striken gaze goes wide "You think? Oh my" another gaze travels around the sea of candidates and she frowns "Um Tia? We are both rather small, there are lots of us out here, I don't think a bit of bouncing will bring any attention and sides, my feet are /burning/!" hand clenches Tia's tightly as she grins over at her "Okay, one heads this way, we go um..that way okay?" From the sands, Shirar shifts a bit. She can't deny her feet are... a little warmer than she'd care for them to be. "Lots of dragons," she comments. At least, there will be. From the sands, Mikhail raises eyebrows, then points. "Look at t'green, Emilia," he shivers, despite the heat of the Sands, and steps to one side so that she can get a good look at the Hatchlings. Triacia giggles. "Zella was like that too... kept saying they kidnapped her..." From the sands, Zella taps a nervous staccatto along Ysobel's shoulder, pointing at the newest hatchling. "That'n's weird too. Mebbe even weirder." She huffs a quick exhalation and steps back, stumbling in the hot, deep sands. Kells grinned back."Really? Kicking and screaming?" From the sands, Faela stumbles back as an angry-looking green breaks shell and seeks solace in the hand of a much taller girl. Small comfort in this chaos, but it helps. From the sands, Zachary finally manages to get his robe in its proper position. He then turns to the stands, and ignoring all dragonets, waves to his mother. "Maaaaa! Maaaaa! Lookit me!" He hops around the sands. "How come they didn't tell us to bring sandals, huh, Ummelia? huh?" From the sands, "Too bloody," remarks Juliana. That egg, the one she detested, spouts a /green/ of all cruelties. At least /she's/ not Impressing. Fladaminago is positively entranced. "Look at them..." One foot absently scratches the back of his other leg. Stork. Atuarre waves at Seli, then points at the sands. "Look! A green and a blue!!" From the sands, The girls near Popu giggle even more as a green is hatched, waving their delicate hands in a variety of nervous gestures. No knots on their shoulders to betray rank, Popu does not know whether to frown or fawn. Instead, he stands there, shifting from foot to hot foot in obvious discomfort. From the sands, Transcendentalist Meditation Egg ripples furtively, disturbing a few of the grains of sand that rest on its broad shell. From the sands, Ysobel smothers an oooh as another egg hatches, the gorey goo of the dragonet falling out with... "Green." Ysobel notes with a sniff before eyes flick back and forth betwixt the blue boy and the green girl. Zella's hand gets an extra pull as she nods, agreeing with Zel. "Ja." Simple phrases seem to be all she can master as she hovers in her tentish robe, fanning like a madman. From the sands, A'raen stifles a laugh at Zachary. Silly boy. From the sands, Gracious Restorer Blue Dragonet, having finished this little bit of work, deigns to take his first steps forward, having folded his perfect wingsails just-so against his flanks. There, that wasn't so hard, now another, and another. Yes, soon he's walking right across the sands, not hurriedly, not holding back, but just precisely as fast as he /ought/ to walk. He is strolling. From the sands, Kiyoshi looks down at her robe and finds an escaping strand, fidgeting with annoyance more than nerves (or that's what she'll say). Shirar speaks and Kiyo glances up, but it's one egg, that egg she can't help but peek at every now and again. From the sands, "Oh, nonono, that's quite all right," Em says, following right behind him, keeping her place. "If you could please just stay /put/?" She nearly begs Mik, now. From the sands, Voiceless nod is given to cousin as Ettia does a more ballet-fidget step 'cross hot sands herself. "Yeah..yeah." 'Tia? Speachless? never! "Uhm...shard it, why are these sands so /hot/?" what'd she expect? cold? From the sands, Jaren smiles nervously once more, expression strangely taken, as he watches the little blue. Despite heat seeping through soles of feet, body remains still, head turned to see another dragon join the sands...this one different, ideed "Like the crashing of the waves, they come to meet us..." is given up, before a chuckle at Mikhail's move "Cruel, cruel..." is muttered in a teasing tone From the sands, Kerryn chews on her lip, staring at the blue so long it takes a little bit to register the presence of the green. "I'm not nervous." she stubbornly defends herself from nonexistant accusations. Hey, if she stares at the spot between blue and green, she can see both of them. Not /good/, but easier to keep track. Until they start blurring together at least. The heat is again forgotten. Never ignored. From the sands, Holy Relics Egg shivers slightly on the sands, a golden undulation born of its desire for freedom. Seli walks in and smiles at the other herders present as she takes a seat near them. A wave to others she knows. "Sorry I'm late." From the sands, Mikhail blinks in bemusement, then shrugs, and stands his ground - for a second before he begins doing the candidate dance once more. He turns to Jaren, and points to the blue. "Quite particular, eh?" From the sands, The Final Battle Egg seemingly decides to attack his neighbor as it rolls off to one side, thumping into one of its brethren hard enough to expose a crack in its surface. K'pan watches the new green hatchling with a smile, two now on the sands searching, and finding, who? From the sands, Kiyoshi rests a hand on Kerryn's should, and offers a faint grin towards her, "Mmm, it's only natural I think." Not that Kiyo will admit to the same however. From the sands, Blood-Stained Crow of Battle Green Dragonet lifts her darkened muzzle to the sky and creels. Just /creels/. A challenge or a prophesy? Tiny yet, her wings are tucked invisibly to her sides, and her belly still touches the scattered shards of her former home. Shirchon gives the sr. journeyman his typical cheeky grin, then turns his pale eyes back onto the sands, lips pursed as he watches the dragonets stumbling about. From the sands, Spryte nods quietly and points with the joined hands again, intoning once more the colour of the dragonet "Green Tia, that one is green " does she know her colours or what! So far she has been right on with them, can it last though? Can she possibly call out every colour that hatches, she must, tis her job out her to do the running commentary, when she isn't dancing, jumping and hopping that is. "Green" is said once more for all those that missed it the first time. From the sands, "You already saw my burned feet before, Zachary," says Emilia. "You should have known to wear sandals." Ah. There. Off comes the under-robe, and with a swoosh, Emilia tosses it on the ground to stand atop it. There's a brief, /so/ brief, apologetic glance in Ettia's direction. Notice how she doesn't offer it to Zachary, though. That would be /far/ too close. Calia smiles "Hi Seli." she turns back to look at the sands From the sands, Champion's Portion Egg shivers for a second time, a faint tremor of movement, then lies still. Perhaps the time has not yet arrived for the banquet to begin. From the sands, Juliana wipes sweat from her forehead. And ambles into Fladaminago's shadow. Thank Faranth that there's someone tall enough to serve the purpose, within hopping distance. "I /am/ looking. And if your leg itches, you should see a Healer." After the hatching. After she's at home, and his shadow isn't needed anymore. From the sands, Sitric peers after the Green. "She's nice. Though it's a pity the egg had to be broken... It had such nice shading. And the blending colors were done perfectly... " Trust Sitric to lament for the eggs. It's all the dragon's fault, of course. But he doesn't realize that. he's too busy trying to remember every detail so he can draw it later. And they wouldn't even let him bring his sketch pad on the sands! Cruelty. From the sands, Shirar wouldn't admit to being nervous if a starving Noswaith put his nose in her face. She'd likely smack it and drag his tonsil down with if he tried to eat her. Which is an amusing sidetracking thought. "Seems they tend to all come out at once, once the first one decides to be first." Snap crackle pop into your morning. From the sands, Jaren nods, a look to feet with a wince, and shuffle "Shard it...swore I wasn't gonna jape and jig for 'em" a grin, n' motion toward galleries "She is at that.." From the sands, Valora lingers on the sands for as long as she can, and as usual the blazing heat drives her to climb up onto the nearest rocky outcropping.. better view as well. Hands find hips and her grin never wavers. "There's a whole heap of them rocking over on the left, Sia." From the sands, Zella shifts from foot to fidgeting foot, glancing furtively about. A distraction would be nice... She coughs a bit, then turns to Yso, wrinkling into a shadow of a smile. "Hey, what color y'think that'n'll be?" She gestures randomly about, then pokes finger at The Final Battle Egg. "I say... uh... brown, maybe?" From the sands, Popu winces visibly at the new-hatched green's creel, never having been fond of the odd noises that the draconic kinds can make. His black mop of hair is limp and stringy with sweat now, and it plasters to his temples and forehead, striking a contrast to the brilliant pink of his cheeks. This sort of exertion is virtually unknown to the coddled lad. From the sands, "Yeah..and that one's /blue/...and that big lump is gold." Ettia manages some return of her wry witt as lips quirk into alittle smirk; again rolling forward on heels as she tries to even out heat on feet. Amber eyes flicking with a alien interest towards the green for a moment, then blue, then rest of eggs in general - whoa, when /did/ they become unsquishy? From the sands, Gracious Restorer Blue Dragonet continues his deliberate stroll around the Sands, stopping at a blonde-haired boy here, a girl with freckles there. He contemplates each for a few seconds only, makes his choice to move on, and continues about his business, stopping every few seconds to peer at a new one. From the sands, Holy Relics Egg rolls languorously across the sands. Slowly. Regally. Its walls begin to move in heated ripples. From the sands, Siani disengages from A'raen to pick her sandy way over to Valora, sharing the outcropping with an audible sigh of relief. A glance to the left and she nods, finger pointing to a gathering of eggs in particular, all with visible crevices. Then back to the dragonets, wandering. "The blue certainly seems at ease. No hurry," she remarks. Lydanee shivers at the suspense, watching the blue with platter-sized eyes. From the sands, Kerryn looks momentarily confused at Kiyoshi's reassurance, then grins and nods. "Yeah. I mean, it /is/ the Hatching Grounds. It's /supposed/ to be hot." Or..isn't that what Kiyo meant? Hm. More thought seems to be needed, and she finds a pleasant distraction in watching Popu attempt to avoid notice. Though she might care to imitate him. That robe is borderline immodest in its tightness. From the sands, Ferusith lowers his nose to touch A'raen's shoulder, and recieves a loving pat. "Ya, I remember, love." He says softly, resting his cheek against the brown nose. From the sands, Mikhail chuckles as he too step-dances on the Sands. "Tis unavoidable, unless ye wear workboots. But t'Sands seem hotter /now/ somehow..." He shrugs, unable to fathom the mystery, and blinks as the green dragonet challenges from the egg mound. "Feisy, that 'un, eh?" From the sands, Ysobel casts an eye towards the pointed at egg. "Yuh?" she agrees, coherent speech still far away with the heat sapping the breath from her in her throat. Shifting on her thin sandals, she regards the scene, not knowing which way to look first. One eye is kept on the blue, charting his path, and the other on the green, following her course on the hothothotness of the sands. From the sands, All of this commotion soon wears thin, as Kiorma gets jostled one too many times. The view isn't worth the bruises, so he extracts himself from the front lines, withdrawing a few paces to a clear spot of sand, where he sits himself down into a cross-legged lotus position on the burning sands. Uncomfortable, yes, but better a burning behind than another elbow in the ribs. From the sands, Emilia is particularly hiding from that green, that noisy one, the one that sounds like it will rend meat with joyous abandon. "Mik," she says, almost testy, "will you /please/ be /still/?" From the sands, Blood-Stained Crow of Battle Green Dragonet moves... now. Grimly green, paper-thin sails extend to aid her walk, away from the ruins into the battlefield. The one is out there, and will not be able to resist. She has told it. Ciaran smiles as the second of his people finally enters the sands, "Ahh there she is." From the sands, Zachary mines for gold himself, and wipes that booger off on the hem of his robe. The fact that half of Pern is watching does not seem to faze him in the slightest. "Hey Ummilia, what if I got a boy dragon and you got a girl dragon, huh? You know? We could have dragon babies." Wait? Where is she going? He trots obediently after her. From the sands, Valora narrows her gaze at the strolling blue fellow, a smirk at that one in particular. "You know, he's a really handsome one for being fresh from the shell." From the sands, Darannan lets her feet get nicely, evenly grilled, standing flat-footed and still on the Sands. Pale grey eyes flick and twitch nervously, though Dar seems to be carrying herself with her usual nonchalence. So she's shoved into the life of a Candidate, and only gets a few hours before she's dressed in these rags and shoved out on the sands. Scowl disappears in concentration as she peers at the footwear of the other people on the Sands. From the sands, Spryte continues in her jumping and bouncing from side to side, and one more, and take it to the left, shift. Silvery hair is now drenched with moisture, tendrils hanging down like pale seaweed around her shoulders and neck. Her free hand bats at frizzy wet hair and tries to wipe perspiration off of her forehead. "Tia? I'm thirsty" she says this as if Ettia can of course produce a flask of cool water. From the sands, Kiyoshi shifts her feet, weight from one foot to the other. "You think?" She peers back towards the eggs, not quite ready to believe Shirar yet. Eyes glance towards Kerryn for a moment. Yep, still standing, then it's back towards rocking eggs. From the sands, Siani turns her attention from the blue to the green, "She's dangerous looking, if you ask me. I wonder if that's Dorvath's doing." From the sands, Gracious Restorer Blue Dragonet stops in front of a lanky blondhaired man and peers around him at a tall, curlyhaired girl. Who is /that/? He tarries. He stares. From the sands, Tirion scooches in closer towards Juliana, fingers with her free hand pushing her hair back in a nervous gesture. She's, momentarily at least, enjoying the heat. Let's just wait and see how she fares, shall we? And her brow's furrowed, in concentration. From the sands, Ettia would resist any and all, and so is shown as she side steps agian behind cousin a moment, back bakc...erph. wiry girl runs into a rather weighty baker candie behind her to stumble forward a step - erph. So cousin is hung near again, "/Thirsty/? Is that all you kin think of now?" is a fairly flabbergasted look to Spryte. From the sands, Holy Relics Egg shudders again. And again. The walls begin to bulge with the flames within. From the sands, Mikhail snorts in amusement at Emilia's demand. "I canna, lass," he explains, still dancing, "T'sandals be too small, and me toes are getting burned off!" Still, he manages a smile, and ensures that his giantesque figure obscures the smaller Em. "How's that, like?" From the sands, Popu has no appreciation for the beauty of dragonets, of course. Anything others might find attractive in them is lost on the anticandidate, for he ignores them as pointedly as he can. It's punishment; they were the cause of all his misery. Folding his arms across his somewhat damp-robed chest, he attempts a more comfortable stance on the scalding sands. From the sands, The horror. The utter terrible-ness of that thought, Zach's suggestion, nearly sends Emilia running off the sands right that very moment. "I," she says haughtily, "would never let your dragon fly mine." And then she pauses. "And I will not let a dragon catch me, so the point is moot." Mik she just gives a cursory pat on the shoulder. "Just like that. Yes." No thank you. None needed. From the sands, Juli lingers in Fladaminago's shadow. "Tiri!" Better than being in worse heat. And Flad seems patient enough, for all that he's scratching the back of one leg with a sandaled toe. "Isn't that green positively awful?" Nod at the crow. "Hatched from that disgusting bloody egg." From the sands, Siani lifts her gaze to follow the blue's path once more, idling comment, "He seems interested in one of those three..." she points, "Mikhail, Emilia or Zackary." From the sands, Mikhail's heart hops into his mouth as the blue dragonet stops in front of him. "Emilia..." he stage-whispers, not daring to hope... From the sands, Tirion shudders a little bit and nods her agreement. "She's.... different," she finally decides, striving to be politic. "I've never even sene them this little, before, though, From the sands, Jaren grins, and nods, shivering slightly as the dragonets come closer, eyeing the blue with a snort as it progresses 'cross the sands. Despite himself , he looks over to the others ,a chuckle and barest of realisations he's lost the blue "Where is he?"... face front again..."Guys...is he coming this way?" nerves make voice crack a blush taking hold From the sands, Spryte crooks and eyebrow at Tia and peers around, okay, sands, heat, sweat, exercise, yah. It produces thirst, so she just nods " Well, between trying to save my feet yes. I'm thirsty. I'd do anything for a drink right now. What else am I supposed to be thinking of? Shells Tia, it's /hot/!" From the sands, Kerryn shifts her weight right along with Kiyo, unconscious and unintentional shuffling synchronization. Hands unused to dangling idle flex and tug at the short hem of her robe. One absently lifts to swipe sweat from the back of her fuzzy scalp, and another spate of noisiness directs her focus back to the eggs and dragonlings. Not the time to get distracted. "They look sharp, though. They'll hurt if they get running too fast and bowl you over." From the sands, Zachary is not at all crestfallen. He puffs out his chest and swaggers. "Let's face it, Umm, you can't resist me." He leers, an expression which would be digusting if not for the fact that he trips mid-leer over his trailing robe and takes a spill to the sands, landing on his well-padded posterior. "Ow. Hey. Anybody wanna help me up?" From the sands, "Shhhh!" Emilia hisses it, clutching at the back of Mikhail's robe. "Shhhh!" Calia reaches over and clenches Lilian's hand "Look....." she whipsers. Tomias rolls his eyes at Zachary, but says nothing. His expression makes it obvious what he thinks of the boy. From the sands, "Watch yer back!" Ettia fairly squeaks as head of copper curls swings around to glance back-ways towards Emilia as blue approaches. Worry is distracted by burning sensation as shift of movement sends toes shifting alittle into hot sand - aiee. "Maybe s'hot cause they /baked/ the eggs." half baked dragonets? Only Tia could think so. Lilian looks at Calia happy that the blue dragon is in front of Em and Mik..but scared at the same time. She just holds her hand... Go Em go Mik. From the sands, Kiyoshi mmmms her agreement at Kerryn and adds as an afterthought, "Well, that's when you break and run, right?" That is what they were told, wasn't it? Move outta the way. Kiyo furls her brows and peers sideways, where -is- that blue looking. Fingers tighten just a hint on Kerryn's shoulders. From the sands, Ysobel pokes Zella in the side with an elbow as the blue pauses. "Y'think?" she asks,a nod towards the menage a toi over yonder. The green recieves a thoughtful glance, as if contemplating just where that spiteful looking girl will find someone to approve of. Sandaled feet follow in the Candidate Waltz, sketching a pattern on the sand.. Hey neat.. Art nouveau in sand by Ysobel. From the sands, Blood-Stained Crow of Battle Green Dragonet needn't do all the work herself, and arrows in on her blue brother's treasure. Mortals-- how amusing. Slowly, she takes her un-sweet time, creeling almost silently now. The end, the end... From the sands, "Different?" Juli pushes a scraggly brown lock from out her eyes. She's adamently against that green. "Bloody, if you ask me. I pity she whom Impresses her." Hopefully it won't be her shadow-provider. From the sands, Sitric continues to peer at the green. Now... Who is she going to eat first? Though his attention shifts to the blue. Hm... It's staring at someone.... Identification of the moment firmly clicks itself into his muddled mind. Impression! It must be close... Crouching, he begins to draw in the sand. He must remember this! It's a golden moment.... Ow. Why don't they have sticks out here? From the sands, Shirar glances over at Kiyoshi and Kerryn. Aloha hoy. Give those two grass skirts, they'd look simply adorable. Not that she's much into grass skirts on girls... on a guy however. That's be funny. She pauses to lift one foot to brush sand out from between sole and heel. How annoying. From the sands, Jaren takes advantage of the muffled thump behind to turn and remove the sight of the advancing blue, a rather pitying smile at the mess of robs and stick insect legs.. "Hey, you alright?" offering hand to get Zac upright From the sands, Gracious Restorer Blue Dragonet waits patiently, like a true gentleman should, until he is noticed. Pardon me, miss would you happen to have any... no, wrong idiom. He cranes his careful head around, extends his neck, and peers. Persistently. From the sands, Holy Relics Egg tosses from side to side as the flames become nearly intolerable. A shiver - and is that a crack? Calia clutches Lilian's hand "Ooh look Em...look at him." Seli holds her own hands together as she watches the movements of the various dragonettes, "I hope they do impress...That would be great for them!" From the sands, Cauldron of Inspiration Egg is still, silent, only small jerks disrupting its enchanted calm. Rather like the surface of water at a slow boil. /Slow/, though, only once every ten minutes or so. It leaves concentric half-circles behind it, ripples as the insistant dragonet inside fights its confinement, rocking unevenly forward on its flame-licked base. Then...still. Peace. Kindria smiles as she notes a heerder is being looked at by the blue dragonet and smiles. From the sands, High-strung nervousness eeks a high, undignified giggle from Zella's trembling mouth as she glances at Yso's sand art. She starts a little mound of her own, digging half-scorched sandal under and round to create a little lump. Oooooh. Pretty. From the sands, Transcendentalist Meditation Egg twitches again, testament to an inhabitant that's contemplating no higher truths than simply how to get /out/. From the sands, Spryte swivels to heed warning, huh, who is Tia yelling at and she spies the blue earnestly examining several and also spies the green zoning in as well. A jump and a hop and she moves far away from the seeking dragonets. Right behind some huge behemoth from Tillek she parks herself, nice lad, big, mountainous, good cover. From the sands, Kiyoshi is, at least, /not/ the one with a target on her behind. Poor Shirar. Gaze wanders, drifts, finds: A rocking Relics egg and eyes strain to watch it a little more intently. From the sands, Tirion fastens her teeth to her lower lip and nods, thoughtfully, back to Juli. "that too," she says. And shivers a bit. "I don't think I'd want her either. Any of the others, maybe....." That, of course, says a lot. Tomias looks around the stands. Suddenly, his eye is caught by someone or something ... Kells frowns."What's the matter with that girl, she's keeping him waiting!" From the sands, Mikhail tries not to move, though Emilia's clutching pulls his already-straining robe a little bit tighter across his muscled chest. "Er, Emilia, I think he wants /you/..." From the sands, Kaixith lowers her head to look. Did it? It did. She watches the dark cauldron shift on its firey base. Her egg! From the sands, Zachary looks bewildered for a moment and then leaps up. "I burned my butt!" he hollers, and begins to rub the afflicted area. "Hey Ummilia, check out that ugly dragon over there. That green one. I think it likes you." He peers and wipes his nose. From the sands, Popu cannot help it -- he /is/ human, however much many would deny it -- and turns his green-eyed gaze to a pair of hatchlings that seem to be making that final decision. Ready to affect an expression of extreme sympathy, the plump young man continues to shift from foot to foot, his toes curling about the too-short soles of his thin sandals. From the sands, Ever-Burning Sacred Fire Egg shares the same discomfiture with the other gold egg, finding the flames of its own pyre scorching in their intensity. But no relief is to come, no fissures to release the growing heat. Nothing yet but a slow tossing and turning upon the sands. From the sands, Juliana squints at the blue. "He's about to pick." She thinks. "Arrogant little fellow, though." May she find something wrong with all of them. "But maybe his lifemate'll be able to straighten him out." From the sands, Emilia doesn't notice, she doesn't, because she's staring /hard/ into Mikhail's shoulderblades. "Very pretty," she says, just to be saying something, because it seems that is what people are wanting. Shirchon perches with baited breath, shifting impatiently as he watches, wondering, waiting for someone, /anyone/ to Impress. "Shards, they do take their time." But then again, it is an important decision for the young dragons. From the sands, It's one huge game of sand hide-n-seek! Ettia again is jerked along with her cousin -- /how/ do those two always seem to get into the trouble together? "I...he...that..she...gah!" ever eloquent remarks are continued from spirited southern girl. Triacia giggles. "C'mon, uh, girl," What was her name again? "Look at 'im." From the sands, Kerryn is, at least, /not/ the one with either target /or/ cute little heart on her behind. Poor Shirar. Poor Kiyo. Better late than never, her fascination with one small egg near the back fades into startled exclamation. "Hey! That blue's over there. What's he doing? He just stopped. Why isn't he..?" Frown. Puzzle. Peer. From the sands, Darannan hunches her shoulders, fringe waving around her ankles, gathering her patchy hair off her neck with a hand, expression changing with furious speed. Peeved, she scowls at another shoeless candidate--she's the only one allowed to be barefoot. Everyone else should be shod. In her merchandise. From the sands, Jaren pulls the man upright, a look to the azure beastie barely a few feet away, and to Emilia..a wide, impish grin, depsite himself, and a shake of the head...dusting Zac's back for him, he whispers gently "Looks like you might just be lucky, in the future Zac" Calia grins and shakes her head "Emilia I don't think ya have a choice." Lilian watches Em, still holding tight to Calia. "Come on Em...." Seli laughs softly at Emilia, "She's going to have to come out to 'play' eventually...." From the sands, Noswaith lurks in the background, wings half-unfurled, as quickly-whirling eyes remain intently focused on the emerging dragonets, and the milling candidates. The intense look he gives the various candidates is anything but reassuring. More a warning, really, for any candidates brash enough to hope they are worthy enough to bond with his children. From the sands, Tirion's golden-hazel gaze shifts to rest on the blue. "Which of them do you think?" she murmurs, softly, watching him. But she jerks her head back to watch the rock of the other eggs, and the danger of the blood-stained green, shifting from foot to foot. She's not hot. Really. From the sands, Blood-Stained Crow of Battle Green Dragonet lurks behind her clutchmate, a shadow on the sands. Let him do the dirty work and narrow down the competition, leaving the best for her. Oh, the /boys/. From the sands, Shirar wouldn't believe for a second that anyone would pity Shirar for having a target. She looks at Kerryn again, rather bemused. "You get distracted easily, don't you?" she asks dryly. Has to be dryly, as she's parched already. Calia grins and nods "Yup she is." From the sands, Ysobel regards the sand art of Zel and her own workings with an approving eye, before it flicks over the the pausing blue. "For shards sakes, what's he waiting for?" is wondered, the impatience of herself shining through in eagerness to see the first big 'I' occur. Shifting to and fro, scorched toes are lifted rapidly as she watches, eyes like a wherry zoning in on the action. From the sands, Ferusith turns an eye on Noswaith, a soft snort puffing at the sand. Continued in Part 2 Back to Fort Weyr Logs |