| Fort Weyr's Spring 1999 Hatching (Part 2) 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From the sands, Spryte agrees wholeheartedly with every wise word? spilling forth from her cousin, head nodding as she dances behind the mountain of Candidate. "Shhh, they will never find us here, this nice lad is big enough to hide us both. Just peek out once in a while in case he forgets to move out of the way of a charging dragonet." she eyes him closely, nice lad, but not the brightest. A few glows short of a basket but nice. From the sands, Juliana shrugs. "Well," she says. "I'm not sure." Let it not be her, though. Such...skinniness. From the sands, Holy Relics Egg writhes with its burning passion to be free. To see the world...to walk its sands and fly its skies. Another crack, and it continues to move. From the sands, Gracious Restorer Blue Dragonet maybe a a gentleman, but he can only wait so long. He pushes forward, around that tall obstacle-boy who's blocking him from the object of his affection, that redhaired girl with, oh, the tiniest nose, the most compelling curls. He's close enough to smell, close enough to bump, too close to be ignored. From the sands, Mikhail moves to one side gently, out of the way of the blue dragonet, turning so that his back is conveniently exposed, including clinging red-haired Ruathan. He peers over his shoulder to see what happens... From the sands, Emilia takes ahold of Zachary, now shoving /him/ in front of her. "Look! Blue!" Better to touch Zach than risk.. well. You know. From the sands, Isoldeth mirrors Noswaith's look, her movements still showing her obvious impatience with this whole situation... still, when her golden daughter's egg rocks, hairline fractures webbing its surface, she swings a look at the egg's sire, eyes spinning furiously. From the sands, "No. Yes. Sometimes." Kerryn admits quite freely. Just ask Master Ciaran if she... Ooh, hey. She tilts back, peering beyond Shirar's targeted rump to the galleries. "I don't see him, but he's probably here, right? Maybe Tirion saw him? But she was late, and I don't know if she thought to look or not." Distracted? Kerryn? Never. From the sands, Zella shrugs quickly, opening mouth to offer a response- but silences quickly as the blue makes his choice. "Ysobel- Yso? Lookit that..." She bites lip, then belatedly raises a querulous cheer- "Yay, Emilia!" Shirchon grins as the blue advances, "Ooh, I think she just might get 'im too." he murmurs more or less to himself, eyes focused upon dragonet and redhead. As Emilia seemingly rejects the fate, he shakes his head, looking around at his fellow herders. "What's she doing?" From the sands, Kiyoshi finally feels the heat and dabs at the moisture from her forehead. Fingers drumb an absent beat upon Kerryn's shoulder blade as Shirar's words draw her to look back. "But can you blame u-er, /her/" Kiyo never gets distracted. Nowp. Tana blinks as she sees a red-head hiding from the blue dragonet. Why is she doing that? From the sands, Zachary peers. "Hey Mik, you know what, if you leaned over, I bet we could all see your dangly bits!" He finds this endlessly amusing and begins to laugh, a wheezing noise that resembles a sick goose. He shrieks as he gets shoved by Emilia. "Hey Umm, don't do that!" He takes a quick step out of the way, nearly slamming into the haughty green. Seli oohs softly, whispering to herself, "Come on, come on, come on!" From the sands, Gracious Restorer Blue Dragonet has gotten his look, though, the one he wanted, and that's all it takes. That's all it takes. From the sands, Gracious Restorer Blue Dragonet's careful stroll suddenly quickens to a dance, bright eyes locked upon the bright hair of his new found partner. All courteous elegance and unbounded hope, he draws himself up before Emilia, one wing slightly extended in invitation. Shall we go together? From the sands, "E.. Em..." Popu quickly wracks his brain for the girl's name. "/Emilia/." He says it quietly, and with much pity as he shakes his head slowly, eyeing the poor girl whom he rather liked -- or, at least he could put up with her at times. Pity she was wasted on a dragon. From the sands, "Em?!" Disbelieving squeak is sent from Ettia to Emilia as Tia dares a step from her hiding place in surprise -- waaait. that's not supposed to happen. "Uhm...yea?" ok, less than enthusiastic and not whole hearted but, Tia tries. alot to take in at once. Tomias turns his attention back to the sands. However, he occasionally glances over toward the small knot of herders. From the sands, Kiorma stirs, untangling his crossed legs and clambering back to his feet, curiosity drawing him forward to wonderingly eye the first Impressee. "Congratulations," he calls out quietly, knowing that his one tiny voice will be lost in the noisy tumult. From the sands, Blood-Stained Crow of Battle Green Dragonet nudges the air in front of her nose, her slow crawl finally joining her brother. Now, what have we here? Jaws snap teasingly and her half-lidded eyes open. To see... Zackary. From the sands, Katrina smiles at that first Impression, reaching to touch the warm green hide of her own lifemate. Remembering a similar moment not so many turns ago. A loud cheer is heard from the herder contention as Emilia impresses, then you hear Seli yell, "Way to go, Emilia!" with a bright smile on her face. Calia grins impishly and calls out "Emilia! Congratulations!" she jumps in her seat "Way to go Emilia!!!! Triacia giggles. "He got 'er alright." She grins, and hopes to talk to her afterwards, maybe... Lilian looks at the Blue looks into Em's eyes, "Em impressed! The blue!" She says happily to the herders. "Congratulation Em!" She shouts down. From the sands, Tirion peers towards the blue. "Is it.... one of them?" She can't quite see; there's that large boy in the way, after all.A pause. "/Emilia/. And a /blue/." She finds this grand, utterly grant, and she gives Juliana's hand a sqeeze. "D'you think that green might Impress to Zackary?" she asks, with humor. From the sands, Ysobel hears the cry go up, and from her short height, gathers that the first Impression was made. As the cheer of "milia!" is raised, she joins in and cheers, a hand reaching up to wipe sweat from her brow as the attention turns from the happy pair to the next victim of the green. From the sands, "Emi," says Juliana calmly, the best congratulations she'll muster. And winces at the green crawling towards Zach. Poor Em. To Tir, "Faranth, I'd pity her if she did." From the sands, Mikhail cheers for Emilia, a tear glistens in his eye as he watches the Impressions occurring around him. "Oh, Em! He's so beautiful, and what's his name?" Shirchon applauds appropriately as the dragonets make their choices. "Go Emilia!" he echos the other herders, even if he's never met the girl, the surrounding enthusiasm is catching. From the sands, Spryte blinks a bead of moisture away from her eyes and peers around Tia and behemouth to gawk "Oh! Emilia! Congratulations, oh Tia look, look the blue chose Emilia, smart dragon that" From the sands, Emilia is caught. Oh, she is so caught, and suddenly that doesn't seem like such a bad thing. "Faernath. Faernath." She would look up, but she can't stop looking into his eyes. "His name is Faernath." From the sands, Siani nudges Valora, grinning as the first impression is made, "Good choice, I think. Teach that one something new about dragons." From the sands, Kiyoshi blinks. Em? Em. "Em!" She can't help it, despite girl's former protesting a smile tweaks at lips edge. From the sands, Zackary peers at the green, his mouth hanging open. His hands slowly go back to tug dratted robe of of posterior's pudgy mounds. "Hi?" From the sands, A'raen pulls his hair out of his eyes, straightening from his slouch against his brown. So Emilia didn't quite escape, did she? Well, that's too bad, now isn;t it. "C'mere, Emilia...bring your mate here..." From the sands, Darannan sighs heavily. They take even the unwilling--what of the eccentric? Dar can be herself, and that scares most folks off. "Um, I'm so sorry, whatever your name is. Em." There. She's been polite. She shifts the tiniest bit, hoping nobody will notice. She's /not/ doing the sands dance. Really. From the sands, Noswaith begrudgingly dips his head in draconic acknowledgement towards the first two 'lucky' candidates. They'll do. From the sands, Jaren runs hand through hair, and over face, as Zac is snatched, a smile after release of breath, warm look to the pair, a slight pause in dance to marvel at the two..face warm with..well..just is..."Not so bad? Doesn't look it.." a warm smile a look to Mikhail and Zac, a wink... From the sands, Kerryn is caught off guard by the cheers that break out. She didn't do anything, so she must have missed something else. She should really stay focused on the hatching, but there's so much for her mobius strip of a mind to roll over. "Em? Emilia.. Hey, she Impressed!" She'll clap. How's that? Since the noise is starting to fade again. Beam. From the sands, Sitric grumbles irritably. They moved! At it would have been such a perfect picture.... But, he's not one to stay glum for long. It might be impolite. "Congratulations, Emilia! " A wave is givin, before he concentrates on the green. Now... mayhap /she'll/ stay still. Robe is used to clear the picture in front of him. It really is useful, see? Calia squeezes Lilian's hand and grins, her eyes locking on Mikhail now, silently hoping, but yet...dreading the results. From the sands, Shirar looks over at Emilia and her expression is devoid of... anything. Jaw looks tense as she remains silent. Oh, she just adores these things. Hatchings. Yeah she does. "She looks happy," she finally states. From the sands, "Faernath? Faernaaaaaaaath?" Ettia rolls word disbelievingly off her sharp-glib tounge, stopping her sands-dance for a moment as she watches blue pair up with friend. blink once, twice. "Well...dragons must have /some/ good taste, then." and that's a sizable compliment cming from Tia. From the sands, Blood-Stained Crow of Battle Green Dragonet stares. At Zackary. She knew it! The end is now-- and a new beginning. Kestrel allows a sigh of pleasure to escape her throat as the impressions are made. She leans into Kembar's side and with a smile, remarks, "It's always such a wonder, isn't it?" Her warm eyes remained trained on the sands to watch for more impressions. From the sands, Popu considers the annoying Zackary and his fate. A comment, beneath an audible level: "Good." From the sands, Coins scatter -- tossed aside by some unseen hand and left to tumble away onto the sands in a shower of golden pieces. The time for innocence has passed; a new journey begins as rising vapors disperse and thorny crown unravels. Egg's outer defenses are hacked away by hatching's sabre, spilling forth the overflowing cup of blood-red inner casing to reveal the forged idol within. Idolatrous Calf Gold Dragonet From the sands, White-gold traces outline newborn queen with a voluptuous luxury forged from fire and self-indulgence. That rare, brilliant hue sculpts headknobs and neckridges to scimitar edges, flowing down neck and haunches along fattened, flattened curves towards the casual bangles of her crimson-touched talons. In contrast, her wingsails lift a darker and deeper texture, a shade-shifting damask whose opal edges fray and smoke as if to reflect inner contradictions of belief and doubt that move her so surely and yet so delicately. From the sands, Valora beams, simply beams.. the blue has chosen wisely in her opinion, though she stifles a giggle at the green.. but wait, all attention is dragged away as a gold egg makes a cracking noise.. "Uh.. Sia?" From the sands, Siani can't help but /laugh/ as Zackary impresses that first green. Oh dear. Emilia has no escape now. From the sands, Mikhail watches as Zack Impresses the green and Emilia is called towards the weyrling side of the Sands. "Hey, Jaren, what colour d'ye think'll hatch next?" He glances trepidatiously towards the eggs, most of which are now rocking. Lydanee wipes a streak of tears moistly streaking her cheeks as she watches the green 'press; then, in startled amazement, sees the gold. " A gold," she whispers in amazement. Triacia sucks in her breath. A /gold/! From the sands, Transcendentalist Meditation Egg tips over onto one side in resignation. Why does enlightenment have to be so flaming uncomfortable? Seli laughs softly, "One gold hatched....And many a new rider to come today." From the sands, The permanent beam pasted on Ysobel's face widens as Emilia reveals the name of her blue boy, and hands drop the hem of the overlong robe to clap, though sleeves spill out over her hands to muffle the congrats. As the green makes a decision, she snickers, rather unpolite, but apt, as Zachary is the victim of the green menace. "Oooh, good match." she notes to Zella on her side. Lilian smiles looking down at the Gold, and the newly impressed Em. From the sands, Aiee! Ponderings are left for a moment as Ettia blinks sharply yet again, "It's...gah." Gold! Ettia can't even manage word out. And promptly - girl remembers to duck and cover again behind Tillek youth. Not here. From the sands, Kiorma's gaze continues following the newly-bonded lifemates, as his feet unconsciously carry him forward, towards those eggs yet to hatch. His progress is halted rather abruptly, as the distracted candidate runs into Popu's plush posterior. "I beg your pardon; I meant no harm," he softly apologizes. From the sands, And the gold is out. Juli narrows her eyes at the hatching of the queen. Nevermind Zackary. "Too..." Now, now. There has to be something wrong with her. "Too cluttered." No room for simple beauty, in a gold like that. There. She's never been fond of elaborateness anyhow. From the sands, Siani intakes her next breath, sharping, "Val.. she's incredible. Of course. My congratulations to you and Isoldeth." From the sands, Zella nods, head bobbing a touch too hastily- look, it's a dippy-duck! Dipping stops, though, as gold emerges. Whoah. Calia oohs softly "A gold..." Shirchon leans forward more as one of the gold eggs hatches. "Aren't there rumors of two on the Sands?" he asks the others around him. His eyes regard the new queen curiously, but with only casual interest. Tana smiles as she sees the two newly impressed, and the Gold that hatched. She's a beauty. Kindria looks in awe as she sees a gold hatch, and a bright smile as she glances to the harpers with a smile. From the sands, Mikhail grins as the first of the gold eggs shatters to reveal the white-gold girl within. "A gold, Jaren, and which of t'lasses'll be chosen?" He sighs, a bit wistfully, as he regards the newborn queen. From the sands, Kiyoshi looks back and blinks yet again. But this time for the newest hatchling to emerge from the sands. One hand on friend's shoulder, the other races to snatch worn hem. And for once, Kiyo's thoughts are absent and distant. From the sands, Tirion's gaze fixates on the green, with Zackary, and she bubbles over with merry laughter. "Poor, Emi," she says softly. Still shaking her shoulders with the humor, it's cut short when she looks back at the next-hatched, and she hisses out a breath. "Shards." And she gives Juliana a more weighted look. "Think stepping back a bit is a safer course?" From the sands, Z'cary flings his arms around the green. "Bansheeth! Bansheeth!" He points towards Emilia. "That's Ummilia. She's gonna be our girlfriend, okay?" The green hisses acknowledgement. From the sands, Shirar looks at the gold. The youngest of the three present. "Interesting... coloration," she manages. Voice is hushed... is she in awe? Anyone want to dare ask her? Didn't think so. Triacia nods. "There /are/ two on the sands. I saw the birthing...." Er, was that the right word? Oh well... Brekka merely swallows and nods to Kestrel, green eyes look at her a minute as tears glisten in her eyes, then back down to the sands. Hands crossing over her stomach. From the sands, V'zan shifts his weight from foot to foot, gaze focused on the newly-hatched gold, mirroring his lifemate's intense fascination. Ambrosia nearly topples over her seat as she watches the gold -- though that green is such a sweety, too. Called out t'wards those on the sands, she grins, " Cooongraaatuuulaaations!" before nearly falling into the seat infront of her, much to that crafter's dismay. From the sands, Popu sights the gold and continues to act completely nonplussed. They are, of course, the ones that continue to propogate the dragon kind, which awards the youthful queen a purse of plump lips. From the sands, Emilia is on her way, following A'raen's voice, off the sands, but not alone, not running. Not this time. "Yes, I'm hungry too," she says, puzzled at the softness in her voice. She doesn't hear Zachary. From the sands, Cauldron of Inspiration Egg teeters a bit, joggles by a clutchmate. Iron's black shivers as the flames dance, fading in the shadows of other eggs. Inspiration comes from within--but Cauldron of Inspiration egg seems to have writer's block. From the sands, Jaren stops, a totally shocked look to the pair, backing away...a chuckle and wince, hidden well with a congratulatory smile ..no more motion as eye goes to almost dazzling gold "A gold..." an entranced look, and briefly confused look to Mikhail "I..I..." a shrug Kembar's arm settles comfortably around Kestrel's waist. "Amazing indeed," he agrees, close to her head so he doesn't have to shout above the general hubbub. "And there's the gold. Quite the ...gleam to her," he observes with characteristic understatement. From the sands, Valora simply watches, pride oozing from every pore even as she almost whispers, "She's incredible.. V'zan, complement Noswaith for me.." From the sands, Four girls from Telgar gasp and step back as one, holding hands tightly in the light of that newest golden hatchling. Shirchon corrects Triacia in his mildest tone, after all a hatching is no place for silly spat-fighting. "Clutching I believe is the term. Not birthing. Come from eggs after all." He says, voice just loud enough to be heard over the excited chatterings of the crowd gathered in the galleries. From the sands, "Nah," says Juli in self-assurance. "I'll be fine." Besides, she has a nice spot under Fladaminago's shadow. Much cooler, she thinks, than even home Xanadu could be. So there. From the sands, Ysobel gasps along with the rest of the assemblage as the gold emerges. Yes, pretty, shiny, happy people to see the gold. "Nice." She comments. All... shiny and gaudy that color. Bah. But, nevertheless, for politness sake, she utters an "Oooh". There. Obligatory oogle and she steps back towards behind Zella to watch unobtrusively. From the sands, Idolatrous Calf Gold Dragonet stretches her neck out as she acceopts the worship that is duly hers. Regally, she turns her gaze across the hot sands, poised at the edge of wanting, the edge of desire. Where is She? She has world enough and time. She will be found. From the sands, Siani's gaze does drift to Suyinth's own gold egg, lying unblemished on the sands. Quietly she asks Valora, "Do you think Suyinth's will be alright as well?" Seli nods to Shirchon, "Yes, clutching is the correct term." but she doesn't sound short, but still smiles, "And the newest is a real beauty as well. And yes, there were two gold eggs laid, from what was said." From the sands, Faela's sentinel is ambushed by a rambling green and Faela's without a protector once more. Still, she's pleased for the other girl. "Congratulations, Ansoahn. Andsoforth's lovely," she murmurs shyly. Then dark eyes lift to peep furtively at the white-gold wonder. From the sands, Kiorma shifts left, then right, trying to find a non-aggressive path around Popu, who's entirely blocking his view. He hears the gasps and oohs over a gold, but has yet to catch sight of the creature. With immeasurable patience, he resists the urge to shove the other candidate aside. Deep, relaxing breaths are definitely in order. From the sands, A few of those eggs on the left side of the mound seem to crack in unison, and three greens tumble forth together. Icky egg goo collects sand, pasting the three together but for a moment. Sqwaks and squeals and flying sand is followed by the three sisters staggering off in three different directions -- all with the same outcome as a trio of tiny tow-headed boys find lifemates at nearly the same moment. Two indeed. Kestrel would reply to the Herder apprentice, if not for the fact that she's a bit too far away to actually hear him. At the appearance of the gold, she sits up straighter, leaning slightly forward, "I'll have to check the records when we get back." For what exactly, she doesn't say. Fort's last gold, the last time two gold eggs were on the sands? Possibly both. From the sands, Darannan flinches. Gold. How...non-eco-friendly. Gold has to be mined. Gold dragons eat lots. Making a face, she crouches to observe the patterns on the newest dragonet's feet. /Those/ now, they have promise. From the sands, One brave brownhaired girl rolls all her sweetness up into a ball and stares at the newest gold. She whispers to one of her friends, something inaudible, but there's awe in her tone. From the sands, The Final Battle Egg continually bumps at its neighbors as the battles scars begin to slowly develop: a myriad of tiny, tiny cracks traveling over the surface and dividing the hoards. From the sands, Kaixith thrums softly to her egg, as if to urge it along. You can do it, you can. From the sands, Green gone, blue bonded. Where shall Kerryn find amusement and bemusement next? "That's gold." she murmurs, green gaze wide. Easily seduced into the allure of the rare sight, she fails utterly to notice Kiyo's fingers still gripping her shoulder. And the heat of the sands can be as easily forgotten as the heat of the forge. "She's gotta pick someone too." Gift for the obvious, yes. From the sands, Spryte jumps around behind the lad, missing the hatching of the latest dragonet but catching briefly the pairing of the young lad and the green. Hand continues to bat ineffectually at seaweed hair as she bounces tiredly upon the sands. "I'm still thirsty" is the only comment made as she jumps. One jump lands her just to one side of the big guy and she blinks "Tia..a gold is out there, when did that happen?" From the sands, Sitric blinks. They moved, too. Why does everyone have to move? Though his attention is rapidly drawn to the source of open mouths. It's a Gold. Hmph. She probably won't stay still either. From the sands, Valora takes Siani's hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze.. "I'm quite certain she's well and just if not moreso as beautiful." -- Silently she watches the white-gold one traverse the sands.. "Pick well, little one..." From the sands, One of the three girls providing Popu cover from the galleries' view is whisked away by a delicate, pixie-like green, accompanied by much squealing from the couple left. As she goes, the two remaining clings together and giggle at the gold who now has the sands. Popu takes another step away, frowning slightly. They are attracting dragons. From the sands, back step back step..hop hop hop. Ettia is mixing the sands-hop with the candie-sneak. Jerking Spryte along with her as well, but then blink it sent to cousin, "It hatched." is purely simple response - obvious. of course. And still, Tia refers to them as 'it's. poor girl. Kembar peers sidelong at Kestrel for a moment, then gives his head an amused shake. "You check the archvies and I'll sit down the a sandtable and a gitar, eh?" he suggests lightly. From the sands, Kiyoshi only nods. She'd speak but tongue is somewhat occupied for the moment in knots. A breath /is/ remembered and taken in deeply at that. "That she does." This girl's just trying to figure out /who/. From the sands, Legendary patience reaching an end, Kiorma finally gives in and politely taps Popu's fleshy shoulder. "Ahem.. Would you kindly scoot aside, sir, so that I might observe a little more clearly?" From the sands, Tirion pushes her hair back again, fingers carving ridges into sandy-fine hair already drenching in the heat. And she's really got a great vocabulary right now, too. Thoroughly rattled. "Hope so," she tells Juli. "Hope both of us ar.e Hope we all are." She flickers hazel away from the young gold to peer at the other shaking eggs with closer consternation and nerves. From the sands, Eyes caught by gold's sudden flare, Zella fails to notice Yso's retreat- for a second. Then she does spot her friend, and scuttles back to join her. Stay /out/ of the way... "Lookit. Lookit, her claws are red..." She gives a shudder in imagination of other scarlets that could embrace those talons, and skittles further backward. From the sands, Siani chuckles softly, "I didn't realize how nervous I'd be about it, Val. But this latest of Isoldeth's... I'm sure she'll find her lifemate soon." From the sands, Popu's shoulder jerks at the touch, and he frowns pointedly at Kiorma. "Who are you?" he demands, moving so that his pudge shifts visibly beneath his obscenely snug robe. From the sands, Idolatrous Calf Gold Dragonet takes a step, and then another. She unfurls wet infant wings, the light catching along their damask depths. Talons glitter ruby as she steps again. Her eyes gleam with her passionate want. Mine. She will be mine. Consumed but not burned by my fire. Brekka chuckles at Kembar and Kestrel watching the gold through teary eyes. Shirchon places wagers quietly with an eye out for the watching journeymen. "I say either the sable-haired girl in the back next to the redhead, or vice versa." he whispers, indicating the Kiyoshi girl beside Kerryn. He's not sure, but just enough to place a small thirty-second mark on the outcome. From the sands, V'zan fishes in around in a small pouch, withdrawing a piece of jerky. With a quick glance around to make sure noone's watching, he pops it into his dry mouth. This should give him something to gnaw on other than his abused lower lip. From the sands, Mikhail whistles as the golden lovely unfurls her damask wings. "Oooo, beautiful she is, isn't she?" adores he, then turns head towards the other eggs. Triacia grimaces visibly at Shirchon prediction. She scoots forward in her seat and eyes Zella. C'mon, Zells, be brave. Kestrel nods quickly and pats Kembar's knee, "Yes, yes, dear. I'll get you something to eat after the hatching." Clearly she is /not/ paying attention to what her husband has said. She scooches forward more to the very edge of her seat. From the sands, Ysobel glances with approval at all the people cooing and gaahing about that are safely in the way of herself and the shiny bauble of a dragonet new to the sands. Eyes obediently take in the blood red talons that Zel pointed out, and she hrms... "Hrmm. Better them, " she jerks a finger at the shivering girls close to the action, "than me." she approves with a nod. Better view back here anyways.. Tana quietly cheers for Zella. C'mon.. she can do it. From the sands, "Shards, but I wish they'd hatch faster," comments Juliana. "How long, do you think, until we can all go home?" Though, she does take a step back, even as the gold moves. She has /pride/ staked on her certainty of not Impressing, afterall. Would be bad if the queen had any ideas. From the sands, "Kiorma, sir," the candidate identifies himself. "A candidate, such as yourself, who wishes to survey the scene a little more clearly. I mean no offense, but you're taking up quite a bit of space, some of which I would prefer to be occupying." Seli watches the gold, but watches Mikhail even more, "I know he'd love to impress! There's bound to be one for him!" From the sands, Jaren eyes the women in the group, hand on chin, head moving from one burst of emotion to the next as white robes lead off stumbling dragonets, the sights lapping over him, coupled with sounds of squeaks and cries.. a smile forming in anticipitation...relaxation breifly after the close call he looks over to Mikhail "She /is/ at that...I wonder..." look watching her passage Shirchon rubs his chin, changing his mind. "No, definitely the redhead instead." he says, wagering another fractional mark piece as he watches the meandering gold. Seems to match somehow. From the sands, Spryte gives a silent nod "Aye Tia, they are wont to do that. Hatch that is, well she is a pretty little thing, I'm sure she will choose wisely" her shoulders give a shrug which causes sweat drenched hair to slap against her neck..eww..water? Someone? "There must be something to drink around here, who could spend all this time on the heat without a drink? Calia grins up at Shirchon and shrugs "who knows." she glances to Seli. She'd like him to impress to, but yet...not either. With mixed feelings Calia watches Mikhail From the sands, Sitric sighs gustily, oblivious to the way his feet are burning. You /can't/ draw a moving object. mayby, when he gets out of this, he'll give that to Gwyr as a project. Draw a moving object. Yes.. There's an idea. Kindria smiles as she watches down to Mikhail on the sands, he'll Impress for sure, she'd place a bet on him after having met him and thinking he was such a nice young man. From the sands, Shirar looks at the young gold, and just barely acknowledges her with a very faint bow. Unnoticeable from much farther than a few paces away from where she is standing. The young queen is a child after all. But don't think that Shirar has a soft spot for the young. She'll never admit to it, even if drunk. (If ever gotten drunk, that is.) From the sands, Tirion says, tension drawing her already accented voice in a more pronounced version, "I don't know," towards Juliana. "They've hardly even begun." Bad time for second thoughts, isn't it? "It's scarier than I thought it would be." Triacia moves over towards Tana, sickening of Shirchon's guessing. "Hey Tana." Says she. "I hope Zells impresses." K'pan watches the impressions on the sand and wonders which lass will be choosen by the newly hatched gold...glancing over those available he wonders if his friend Spryte will be picked? Or perhaps that comely lass at the other end of the line.. From the sands, Ettia isn't anyone's but herself. That's what she's dead set on, still, hotfooted step is taken yet again, "Yeah...guess that un's kinda purty." Tia manages drawl with as much nonchalance as she can, though eyes flick occasionally around hiding spot towards gold again as much as others do. From the sands, Kerryn reluctantly peels her eyes away from the gold, skimming her fellow female candidates. Occasionally she points with a nod, murmuring a soft question to Kiyoshi. Perhaps comparing notes as to who deserves to impress the crimson taloned gold. Or perhaps simply observing the curious way some hide and some boldly try to catch her attention. From the sands, Popu's eyes narrow slightly at Kiorma's grandilioquence, and he folds his plump arms over his chest in a blatantly stubborn gesture. "These sands are large," he observes. "This is where I choose to stand." From the sands, Juliana shrugs. "Yes, but they look to be taking their time." Glares at eggs. Especially the ones that aren't moving. From the sands, Darannan sighs, and wonders if the queens would let her lean on an egg, just till it hatches... One look at the size of them and the idea flits out of her caparicious strawberry-crowned head. "Why can't the golds just sit on the eggs, so it wouldn't have to be so sharding hot?" Sharding. Vague pun. Does Dar know it? Mebbe. From the sands, Kiyoshi flattens her robe and takes a moment to look up up up towards the galleries. It's Kerryn who snaps her back for the time being. Mumbles heard, exchanged. Gold studied, watched. Kiyo nods here and there, pulse racing just a hint fast. Despite the hatching, Kembar takes a moment to peer at his wife...or at least, the back of her head, given her forward lean. He chews the inside of his cheek for a moment, debating a reply, but decides against it. Even unrevealed, the response prompts a small grin and he goes back to watching the hatching looking vaguely pleased with himself. From the sands, Salmon of Knowledge Egg pulses, seeming to breathe: eye widens, then contracts. Knowledge should be contained, but the fire of the Sands -- they seep into the egg, deepening the tarnish of scales, the glitter of young-old eye. Tana has her eyes on the sands, but nods happily at Triacia's comment. "I hope so too." She says quietly. Then she adds, "They're quite big aren't they? I thought that when they hatched they were smaller..." From the sands, Mikhail nudges Jaren as he catches sight of the heated conversation between Popu and another candidate. "Have a look at Popu, Jaren - looks like he's in trouble again." A shake of his head in disbelief, and Mik shuffles his feet for good measure. From the sands, Idolatrous Calf Gold Dragonet lids those vibrant eyes to stop and listen...she sorts through the sounds and chaos and hears *Her* voice. The eyes unlid, and like a moth to the flame, her journey resumes as she shimmers with vibrant intent. *Mine* From the sands, Zella nods in complete agreement to Yso's statement, casting a nervous eye on those farther up. "I hope nobody gets-" -gulp- "gored..." She scuffs foot into the sand at the gruesome thought, beginning to build up another little sandpile. From the sands, Kiorma ahems, "You are rather large as well, sir, and thus I realize that I have no means at my disposal of forcing you to move, but I had hoped that an appeal to your sense of universal harmony would suffice. It seems I was wrong, however. I shall trouble you no further" With that, the candidate falls silent, as if meditating on his next movement. From the sands, Tirion asks, prosaic, "Can you really hurry them, though? You could always go yell at them." But don't expect her to tag along and help. Another shaky breath and she squares her shoulders. She is in control of the situation. Oh yes. From the sands, Spryte eeps loudly as the behemouth trudges over to one side, hopping sideways to stay behind him, dragging cousin along with her, where she goes Tia goes, it's a family thing. Big lad keeps moving and Spryte keeps sidestepping "Shells Bryont, will you keep still! I'm thirsty enough as it is.." the last thing she wants to do is to have to move anymore than necessary, unless it brings her closer to a drink that is. From the sands, Ysobel waves an unconcerned hand to Zella's statement. "Naah! Somebunny'll get Impressed though." She's so astutte, it just astounds one.. Eyeing Zel's sandpile, she gives an approving noise, before one eye fastens back on the ornamentatous gold stalking some unlucky girl through the ranks. From the sands, Popu blinks once, twice, a bit confused by the candidate's speech. "Good," he finally manages with the appropriate haughty sneer. "Go away." His command of the language is quite amazing. From the sands, Juliana shakes her head. She, afterall, is not one to raise her voice. Especially not in the presence of children. "I /guess/ I'll have to be patient." A skill she only uses by choice. From the sands, Phoenix vibrates now, blows coming thick and fast, ideas fluttering like the steam of its crown, almost humming on its own. From the sands, "Ordering others around again, Lordling?" Ettia can't help but pipe up so sweetly from where she hides with cousin near by, squeaking alittle as she hops another step jerked along beside cousin. From the sands, Sitric stops for a moment, and then starts drawing furiously. She stopped! Oh, joyous day... She stopped, she stoped, she stopped.... The coveted drawing is finally finished before he starts moving again. She stopped, she stopped, she stopped..... But that's before an excited Candidate trips over the drawing, effectively obscuring it. His glare is barely contained. From the sands, Cauldron of Inspiration Egg vibrates now, blows coming thick and fast, ideas fluttering like the steam of its crown, almost humming on its own. From the sands, Egyptian Tomb Egg hears all.. sees all (sorta).. knows all.. Move? Certainly. The egg proceeds to rock, then spin. A miniature dust devil skips away from the eggs movements. But alas, the egg grows silent again. It's not time yet. From the sands, Kerryn taps her leg absently, murmuring under her breath now. So many of her comrades seem to be scared or disgusted at the thought of impressing. So very illogical, since all the eggs /must/ impress, and that's the reason they're here. "Odd." One word, but that says it all, hmm? Seems to. She's not explaining now. From the sands, Transcendentalist Meditation Egg wobbles violently, expending energy stored over so many weeks of hardening in a sudden burst of furious movement. Quiet contemplation be firestoned. Out out /out/! Seli ooh's as other eggs start to move, "More hatchlings a'comming!" she says as she points them out to an apprentice nearby... From the sands, Tirion's fingers twitch at her side, now, just a bit. "I don't want to be patient.. but I don't want to be all done either. Maybe We should just.. wait??" It's not the same thing, you know. "And keep an eye out." She shakes some sand away from her feet with an impatient kick of her leg, and concentrates on the shaking eggs. Mostly. From the sands, Ever-Burning Sacred Fire Egg bides its time, sensing -- perhaps -- its golden clutchsib's quest on the sands. From the sands, Kaixith's tail snakes back and forth in excitement as the blackened cauldron vibrates. From the sands, Popu frowns at Ettia, too, before wiping sweat from his brow and rubbing the now-damp palm on the yellowed fabric of his robe's skirt. Calia watches silently with a nod to Seli From the sands, Kiorma sighs, knowing that life is filled with such obstacles as this, and unless he learns to move past such petty, earthly concerns, he'll never be at peace with himself. In the midst of the crowd of candidates, he settles back down upon the sands, resuming his lotus pose, then hunkering down slightly, and peering out from between Popu's twin-pillar legs. From the sands, Zella tries to let fear- um, nervousness, that is- escape in a series of quick, huffy breaths. Don't hyperventilate, now, Zells... She kicks her sandpile a bit higher, careful not to shower Yso with scorching sand. From the sands, Kiyoshi offers a glance towards Kerryn, puzzled. "What's odd?" To the other eggs she peers, then the young queen again. She holds. Feet shuffle now, as much from the heat as it is from nerves. From the sands, Suyinth thrums softly to the dragonets, nudging them with her song toward their intended lifemates. From the sands, Juliana is so ever wronged. Pity her. She wipes a dot of salty liquid (not sweat, of course) from her nose. "Wait? I guess." Squints at the egyptian tomb egg. "Though, they do give false hope." Like that one. Should've kept moving. From the sands, Salmon of Knowledge Egg suddenly stills -- waiting. Watching. Obscured beneath a small dune cast by the shadows of another egg, it secrets itself -- for now. From the sands, Mikhail runs nervous fingers through his curls and watches the eggs he liked best still unhatched in the mound before him. "How long d'ye think t'Hatching'll be, Jaren?" It seems like an eternity, and his feet are already nicely crisped. From the sands, Idolatrous Calf Gold Dragonet does not pause. She does not acknowledge the presence of any others on the sands save her dam's. To that queen she stands in tiny counterpoint as she stares, and her head dips in acknowledgement. The her journey continues, inexorable and vast. From the sands, Trancendentalist Meditation Egg does not splinter apart in grand fashion. Rather, its hatching is a gentle, gradual progression that begins at the base, fissuring the shell in a series of fine fractals that eventually give way, leaving only the nirvana-capped crest, beneath which, a plump bronze dragonet sprawls free. The Enlightened One Bronze Dragonet Time-worn and weather-beaten, the creamy bronze of this dragonet's hide has all but disappeared in the thick verdegris that overgrows -- but never overwhelms him. Still, he doesn't appear to be concerned; in fact, his features seem ever-cheerful: large eyes are set too-deep amongst the fleshy folds of his rounded head, which lends a sunny sort of squint, and the tip-tilt to his snubbed-off nose is almost cheeky. His pallid body is likewise rounded, with a jolly rotundity that clings to belly's paunch and plump haunch in equal measure. From the sands, Popu casts an uncomfortable glance over one thick shoulder. Contrarily, he snaps his thick legs together with a slap of sweat-damp skin on skin. From the sands, Iron shudders, cracks, rings pure and clear as a bell as it falls away, the moonstone filigree far too delicate to resist the gripping force from within. Only the fire remains, blue flames scorching into the hatching-wet dragonet before this, too, smolders down, the Cauldron of Inspiration releasing what it has contained so long. Wisdom's Fire Bronze Dragonet Destined to bear the mark of the confining cauldron from which he was born, remnants of a fiery incubation smoulder and glow across every fingerlength of bronzed frame; flame touched belly and blackened hide to smoke-filled wingsails that crave to strum the strings of the sky. Those same dark and wispy wings serve as a ragged cloak to protect his shining brow when furled about his lanky form. Dusky fumes echo in the curve of his talons, while warmer bronze runs the gamut of his ridges to the end of his lengthy tail. From the sands, Jaren turns his body to face back towards the entrance, watches the by-play between..a slight amused groan /him/ and another...a chuckle and shake of the head "Only /he/ could forget /those/ for a slight on honour..." another chuckle, before eyes look upward, a nod of agreement, motion toward queen "Could be awhile, she seems the type to know her mind..." Eyes widen slightly at the creamy bronze hatchling, "Maybe that one will like Mikhail!" she says enthusiastically. From the sands, Ettia mpphs a note as she ducks behind another white-robed form with Spryte again, "This can't go on /much/ longer..don' got that much skin left on m'soles." hotfoot - aiee. From the sands, Champion's Portion Egg continues to remain silent and motionless, awaiting the eventual emergence of the banquet's host. From the sands, Spryte just stares at Kiorma peering out from between Popu's legs, eyes twinkling at the sight, thirst forgotten for the moment as she starts to chuckle. She has traveled far and wide, but /that/ sight is one she has never envisioned, the world through Popu's legs. From the sands, Hades' Underworld Egg twitches, as if in answer to Suyinth's humming song. From the sands, Darannan wrinkles her nose in disgust, and moves on reddening, sand-covered feet a few feet over. Golds. Don't they come in economy size? Frayed hem picks up more sand and clumps together, like her poor, maltreated locks. From the sands, Kaixith bugles, a greeting to the fire-blackened bronze, as much as a way to sound her joy at his arrival. From the sands, Of course not sweat. It could always be a tear. Still, Tirion nods to Juliana and falls silent, teeth white against he rlower lip as she shifts back and forth in an effort to drain tension and follow her own advice: wait. The two newest, bronze both, catch her attention, too, and she gives a soft comment of, "Pretty ones." From the sands, Mikhail blinks as two eggs shatter simultaneously. "Bronze - two bronzes -" he breathes, leaning forward to catch a better glimpse of the new dragonets. A step, a stop and he just stands there, feet melting into the Sands as he just stares... Estelle traipses her way up the stairs, pausing at the top to scan the Galleries for known people, and, noticing none, decides to be...social. Quickly finding herself a seat on the front row, she languidly plunks her figure there, eyes scanning for any signs of her friend, V'netin. From the sands, Ysobel blinks rapidly as sudden shatters mark the arrival of two bronzes onto the scene. While an eye wanders over the gold's course, she glances at the bronzes as they explode from their round homes to the heat of the sand, an approving noise noise of "Hmmmm!" is given to them. Zell's sand sculpture recieves the same, as she nonethe less, steps away from a spray of the scorching granules. Shirchon looks from side to side across the Sands as eggs pop all over the place. A wide grin appears. "Now things aught to get really exciting." he chuckles, looking over the bronzes with a great deal more enthusiasm than for the gold, but then again, he is a boy. From the sands, Nonplussed, Kiorma merely leans to one side, peering past Popu's left flank. He will remain calm, serene, and untroubled by the other candidate's less-than-humane behavior. From the sands, Bronzes, at lest, are eyed with alittle less apprehension by Ettia, girl moving out a step to peer at hatchling's curiously -- she's safe. lest from /them/. the others, you gotta watch. From the sands, Katrina smiles an echo of her lifemate's joy. "Sia! Would you look at that!" From the sands, Shirar looks at the bronzes and just... shivers. Just what the world needs, more of -them-. She shifts a bit and eyes her fellows a bit, seeing who may be the likely victi- uhm, lucky soon-to-be riders. From the sands, Spryte casts a smile at her poor cousin and she points once more to the milling dragonets "Bronze Tia, that one is a bronze " she points, she scores, colour recognition not failing her in the least. Another bounce and another groan as her parched throat makes her voice a bit gritty sounding. "I hope it is over soon Tia, if I don't get a drink I swear, I'm..." raspy voice trails off as she has absolutely no idea what she /will/ do. From the sands, Siani waves to Katrina, grinning like a fool. "He's handsome!" she calls out, a glance to Suyinth and Dorvath. From the sands, Kiyoshi is temporarily distracted from gold by the emergence of two bronzes simultaneously. She looks, no, /stares/ towards them. Breath caught once again and fingers light shake Kerryn's shoulder. She points, "Oh /look/!." From the sands, Jaren whistles slowly, a quickening of breath "Two?" before a downward look and a rueful sigh, eyes look up, determined expression made softer by a nod and smile to Mikhail "They're..quite something" a slight raise of eyebrow at one's form ..gold's passage forgotten briefly From the sands, "Looks like I'll have a little more competition in future flights," V'zan comments to noone in particular, as he watches the paired bronzes emerge and begin their search. From the sands, Ask and ye shall find. Kerryn shrugs a little with her free shoulder, glancing at the seemingly unconcerned Shirar. "Them. Not Shirar, but the rest of them. They act like they've never been on the sands before, which I guess they sorta haven't in this situation, but see, lookit that boy over there trying to hide. Doesn't /do/ any good to hide, not if the dragon wants you, and if they don't, then there's no problem. See? Odd. Doesn't make sense." A few idle generalizations, based on idle observations, delivered in the space of a breath, which is caught tightly and held at the appearance of two.. "Bronze? Bronzes." From the sands, Popu never claimed to be humane. Hearing the two be-curled girls' oohs and giggles, the plump young man raises his gaze to the simulataneously hatching bronzes. Licking his dry lips, he tugs his robe straight again, ignoring the dragonets, the candidates, the riders. All focus is now upon his heat-seared soles. From the sands, Egyptian Tomb Egg rocks, a gentle rolling thing like a barge upon the Nile. There's time, and this egg's time has not come yet. Patience is a virtue, after all. From the sands, Ettia bahs a look to her cousin, "Ya will be fine. Just might not be able ta walk fer a sevenday after this." she returns wryly as feet are lifted in a shifted hop again. /Now/ she knows why they make sands hot, distract your nerves. From the sands, Wisdom's Fire Bronze Dragonet shakes his head a moment, eyes whirling in confusion, shining brow almost furrowed. What was he thinking of...where was the inspired runaway wagon he was supposed to be boarding? Smoky wings are fluttered, agitatedly. But mother-of-pearl eyes are wise, wise beyond his age. A cautious step is taken, the dark ash curves of his talons winking as he flexes his toes, curiously. From the sands, Zella peers curiously up from her mound of sand, eye caught by some vague motion- and she suddenly spots the /galleries/, and abandons her sandpile to tug on Yso's sleeve. "Yso," she hisses, "Yso! They're all /watching/ us! Look!" That last word scales up franticly into a near shriek as Zella tries to shrink behind her friend. /Jays/. From the sands, The Enlightened One Bronze Dragonet is here too! Though no green's bugling heralds his arrival. Still, he steps with remarkable surety of stride, for one new-born: a pale foil for his darker clutchbrother that trundles free of shell-shards and then inspects the white-robes that face him. Which path to paradise? From the sands, Mikhail suddenly remembers his poor burning toes, and flexes them out of the Sands, unconsciously mimicking the fiery bronze. "Och, ouch..." he complains, hopping from one poor abused foot to the other, tho' aqua eyes never falter from the sight of the bronzes. From the sands, Kiorma scoots along the sands, trying to slip past Popu to get a better look at the entrancing bronzes. As he wriggles along on his behind, he 'accidentally' bumps into the arrogant boy's leg, perhaps off-balancing him enough to enable Kiorma to scamper by. From the sands, Kaixith coils her tail, now, about herself and her rider. No more egg to dote on. Oh, but she watches that flame kissed bronze, the one with two 'mothers'. Calia murmurs softly "Go Mikhail." she clutches harder at Lilian's hand, sure to be bruising it. She wants him to impress...yet.." From the sands, "What? Who's watching?" Ysobel peers concernedly at Zel, hiding behind her small frame. Slanted orbs follow the pointed shaking finger up to the galleries and she peers as well. "Oh. Gosh." Good thing her robe is big. Pulling her robe to the limits, she stretches it to the sides in an effort to make a large enough shelter for Zel to hide behind. "But, you're missing the purty bronzes!" she murmurs, turning attention from the crowd to the goo'd ones in the fore. From the sands, Hades' Underworld Egg spins slowly on axis as its occupants plucks away inside. Sandy shadows fall alway, leaving the dark whorls exposed. The barrier remains intact, however, as the beloved has not yet given the power to break free. From the sands, Tirion focuses on both bronzes now, despite their lack of danger -- or interest -- in herself. But they're worth the look, and distraction, though her gaze keeps sneaking back to the other metallic flash of the one that /could/ prove telling: gold. Shirchon glances at the bronzes, face scrinching up as he wonders whether or not to wager on those outcomes as well. Sighing he decides against it, too many possibilities. "Mikhail sounds popular." he notes, glancing around him. 'Course he never got a chance to meet any of the candidates, having only joined the craft well after they had been searched. From the sands, If patience is a virtue, then Juli is a sinful waif. "Come on, come /on/," she mutters, tapper toe. Nevermind the bronzes. Nevermind anything. From the sands, Slowly, the Salmon of knowledge Egg begins to spin on its axis, shivering. Soon? Later? That is for time to tell. From the sands, Idolatrous Calf Gold Dragonet's eyes spin with haughty disdain. Look at my brethren, will you? When I am here for you to worship? She has made her choice, and she will not be denied it. Her journey will soon end. There...does she know? Visions of pale blue encompassed with purpled black fill her newborn conciousness. Together. We are. In all that is and ever will be. Mine. Ours. We. From the sands, Shirar's eyes glance over at the Underworld eggs, stealing a moment to study it unnoticed. After all, those young bronzes and gold seem to have captured all attentions... which is fine by the huntress. Then no one can accuse her of anything like... sentiment or the like. From the sands, Ettia shifts again, jerked alongside whereever spryte leads - seeming a little /less/ troubled now that bronzes are out, still that gold is /eyed/. Another side scoot is taken away - can't trust them types. From the sands, Popu, already involved in the shifting game, /is/ affected by Kiorma's bump and stumbles to one knee. The already straining robe can take no more and a side splits, revealing a generous portion of pale, flabby flesh. "You... you..." he splutters, righting himself. Shirchon makes soft mutterings as the gold changes towards the darker haired girl. "Shells, shouldn't have changed me bet." he then sighs. From the sands, Jaren chuckles, impish expression at Mikhail's impromptue jig..hand goes to ear as bronzes are eyed before a relisation of absence, before a brief blush and rub of neck...still, breath and frame taunt eyeing their passage... From the sands, Kiyoshi pauses. Looks. Freezes. She isn't looking towards bronzes anymore. It's the gold that has her undeniable attention now. Calia grins at Shirchon "I never bet. One never knows." she winks but turns immediately back out to the sands. Ambrosia goes giddy, staring -- watching -- waiting. Which one? There? Breath is sucked in for a nano-second that seems to last an enternity. From the sands, Faela twines a long finger in amongst the glossy curls that feather round her face, and twirls, and twirls, mouth agape at two bronzes now as well as gold. Forgetting her own timidity for just a moment, she even manages an "Oooooooo" at the glittering creatures. From the sands, Tirion's gaze is torn away, fastened towards Kiyoshi now, with breath caught. "You think...?" she says, a soft breath and a smile. Shirchon gives a cheeky grin to Calia. "But guessing's half the fun." he claims, flicking his long hair out of eyes. "Maybe I'll still the right and the other girl will end up with the other gold?" he murmurs hopefully. From the sands, Shirar glances between Kiyoshi and the young gold and takes a half step back. Dragons can be catching. Just like children. Which she tries to avoid with studious attention. From the sands, With slow, steady steps Idolatrous Calf Gold Dragonet has made her exodus from shell's imprisonment. Now she draws close the waiting warmth of her chosen lifemate. The newborn queen spreads out her wings, overshadowing 'The One' ... the only.....her /choice/. Having reached the promised land she stands face to face and soul to soul with her -- with Kiyoshi. From the sands, "I think," says Juliana, eyes following Tirion's gaze. "Now, /what/ I think depends." There goes the neighborhood. From the sands, Kerryn looks startled to see the youngest gold standing right in front of the little trio, then lifts a delighted grin up to her friend. "Kiyoshi!" Distractable or not, she didn't miss this one, and gives the other girl's arm a firm squeeze before shifting a step away. Only polite to give them room. Estelle catches a snippet of conversation and turns to chuckle at the lad, a soft smile crossing her face. Although a tiny glimmer of wist sparkles in cobalt eyes, the crowd seems more of interest to her than the Hatching itself. "Pardon m'asking, but who're ye bettin' on?" Karimma looks at the bronzes, her breath caught in ther throat, she thinks silently "Will he? Will he get a bronze?" From the sands, Kiorma smiles beatifically at Popu, murmuring, "Find peace within yourself, and maybe you will find balance both inner and outer." Averting his gaze just in time to hide the inappropriately malicious little snicker upon seeing the rent in Popu's clothing, Kiorma decides to ignore the other candidate, for fear further contact will imperil his own inner harmony. K'pan claps as the gold chooses her lifemate... Brekka joins in the clapping and grins broadly Tomias smiles and claps loudly. Tana smiles at the newly paired Gold and the other girl she doesn't really know. She joins in the clapping. From the sands, Spryte shifts from side to side as all protection vanishes around her, eyes take in generous thigh, or whatever of Popu's and then she looks anywhere but there. Just in time she spots the gold centering her jeweled vision on Kiyoshi and her breath intakes, oh my, so perfect " Kiyo, oh Kiyo, congratulations" the gold has chosen and wisely as well. But then she knew the gold would. From the sands, Mikhail tears his eyes away from the fiery bronze to glance at Kiyo in time to see the gold make her choice. He whistles loudly in approval, applauding and stamping his feet at the same time. "Way to go Kiyo!" he shouts across the wide cavern. From the sands, Zella cringes beneath gallery's gaze, but does raise voice once again in a celebratory eep- "Yoshi!" Kindria smiles and claps her smile bright looking at the sands to the gold Impressing and smiles wistfully at the sands...must be exciting down there. Calia wooo hoos and calls out softly "Grats! From the sands, Ysobel sends up the cheer as Kiyoshi bonds with the gold. A sniffle, and watery eyes are wiped. "It's the heat.." she murmurs to Zella, just in case she saw anything she shouldn't have. Bronzes are ignored momentarily as her hands are clapped in their muffling overly long sleeves, and a loud whistle pierces the air in congrats. Seli chuckles at Shirchon's bet, "Yes, you would have been better leaving it where it'd started." Lilian smiles, "Congratulations Kiyoshi." she calls out. From the sands, Tirion's gaze flickers back towards Juliana. "And what is that?" she questions, absently, still caught up in observing -- Kiyoshi, young queen, and joining. From the sands, Wisdom's Fire Bronze Dragonet lashes his tail, tilting his bright head at, first the green that he saw first, who has been so close to him. A warm woodwind creel for Kaixith, and a 'look, Mom!' toothy grin for his birth mother. Smoldering, he wafts like smoke in a long-legged stride across the Sands, wingtips trailing, tail flicking in an allegretto tempo. From the sands, "Kiyo?!" Yet again echoed call is sent from Ettia towards weaver as she spins in her hot-footed dance, "Uhm...wow." Neither joy nor exact despare either, lordie, talk about an eye-opening experiance for Tia. From the sands, Ah /ha/. "'Grats, Kiyoshi," calls out Juli, elbowing Tirion. "I suppose we won't be able to enlist her help in glove-making anymore, huh?" From the sands, Kiorma offers another quiet congratulations towards Kiyoshi and her new-found lifemate. "May your path together be endlessly serene..." From the sands, "You should see a healer," Popu retorts, completely oblivious to the commotion over the event of a gold's choice as his plump fingers work rather clumsily to pull the side of the robe's upper piece together with little success. Shirchon looks over at Estelle with his pale-blue eyes and grins. "Awh, I was betting on Kiyoshi I think 'er name is. But I'm guessing tha other gold egg might go to the girl beside her? Kerryn?" He shrugs, looking back and shrugging to jman Seli with another of his toothy grins. "Can't win 'em all." Continued in Part 3 Back to Fort Weyr Logs |