| Fort Weyr's Fall 1999 Hatching (Part 1) Saturday, November 6, 1999 Gold Tanrhith & Brown Anuith The World of Pern(tm) copyright (c) 1967 by Anne McCaffrey. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. Log courtesy of Arnica POV from the Galleries ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Galleries The raised platform of multiple tiers sits atop huge natural pillars, smoothed from the passage of countless Turns, to provide seating for visitors come to attend the Weyr's Hatchings. The seats provide uncrowded viewing of the sands' burning expanse, while above, wide stone ledges afford the same courtesy to draconic guests. A lone stairway curves its way down through a side archway to the bowl. **Welcome to Fort Weyr's hatching grounds. To view the sands from the galleries, simply type 'look on sands' or 'look <object> on sands'.** You see Galleries logger, Rollick, and Siasia here. Triacia, Alakan, Kaila, Laytonal, Zoshan, Risto, Alyxa, Kestrel, Caitlin, Alexandrea, Elmich, Catasothra, Torin, Ciaran, Arawn, and Anki are here. Obvious exits: Exit to the Bowl Viewing Ledges Catasothra offers a gentle squeeze to Torin's hand as they weave through the crowd in search of a seat, Alyssa looking around the room with wide eyes. Kaila hears the name 'Corman' and turns to find the bearer of the voice that said it. "Corman?" she repeats. Then she shrugs, turning to the sands. She sends a respectful nod to the Master Harper and Master Smith both. Alakan remains fairly...well ignoring everyone, unless someone has something to say to him, his attention is fully locked on the sands below, a grin still lit on his face. Torin stops a moment, first to smile and wave at the MasterSmith. "Ciaran...it's been ages. I hope you and Ly are doing well." She then seeks out Kaila and manages a somewhat nervous smile. "He's my brother." Laytonal returns Master Ciaran's gaze. Caitlin waves at Catasothra but waits to hear Kestrel's reply, a small smile on her face, forgetting what her appearance might look like, she hadn't stopped to wash the travelling dust off before rushing over to the weyr once she recieved her backlog of messages. Kestrel gives the person addressing her a strange look. Who /is/ this disheveled person that seems to know her? Still, polite manners come to the fore as she smiles, "Well, I generally sit over there." She points in the direction of a seat near to the rail, generally claimed by the Harper contingent when they're here for viewing. Ciaran turns to spot the person who mention his name, eventually finding an apprentice harper, "Hello there lad, you've got it right. What can I do for you?" Keani climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Elmich Yawns "Where is all the action?" Laytonal grins. "Nothing, sir. Just saying a friendly hello. How did those distance-writers work out?" Kaila nods to Torin, able to keep herself from staring at the sands. She smiles. "Ah.." And for lack of anything to say, tries to find someone..anyone..that she knows. Caitlin nods and claps her hands together "Well lets go then." She half-bows, her smile impish "After you MasterHarper." Risto stands up and stretches, unable to sit still in his seat. From the sands, Wine-dark Sea Egg gently ripples, the cold of the depths of the sea warring with the heat of the Sands. Elmich jumps up and down with joy "I think it is going to hatch! Ciaran grins and leans closer to answer Laytonal, "Well no complaints as yet, thank the first egg." Risto jumps as the eggs begin to move. Alyssa eeps and slings her arms around her daddy's neck as he bows to the harper masters. From the sands, Sunrise Sleeping Egg sleeps on, undisturbed by the activity all about. On her way turning towards the center of the sands, Kaila catches what she thinks to be the moving of an egg. Searching carefully, she rests her eyes on the egg, shifting her eyes towards the other. Are her eyes playing tricks on her? Most likely not.. From the sands, Royal Court Egg rocks ever so slightly, blurring a smear across the golden sands. Arawn simply slips up the the stairs with Anki, glancing around and murmuring to her, "Where shall we sit?" From the sands, Theban Riddle Egg might have moved. Possibly. Or not. Risto sits back down and leans forward in his seat so as to get the best view. Keani wanders up the stairs, seeking a good spot. Eyes sparkling with excitement, she nearly hauls her mother up the stairs. "Wanna see." she demands, clambering most inelegantly onto Keelin's lap, earning a soft protest from her mother. Laytonal gets up and turns to move over to be near the MasterHarper. Alyxa notices the eggs moving and gapes at them. Elmich is filled with anticipation! Adrian is content to put his arms around his mommy's neck and peer about sleepily as Torin nudges her husband in the ribs. "We should sit, love." Alexandrea leans forward a little, wondering if she is imagining things, or if one of them really did move. Zoshan is again peering intently over the edge, he grins excitedly Anki shakes her head. "Not quite sure." she murmers to him, eyes darting for seats amidst the crowd already there. A finger points to a pair of open seats against the wall, as quiet a spot as the galleries ever see." From the sands, Tree Of Knowledge Egg is rooted in place, solidly set in its complexity. From the sands, Darkness and light flickers, as Sky's Edge seems to shimmer, the sand around it moving...then it stills. Aliria climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Aliria mounts the distance up to the viewing ledges. P'vias climbs up the stairs from the entrance. From the sands, M'hail ventures hesitantly away from the bowl entrance. P'vias mounts the distance up to the viewing ledges. Arawn nods, "That'll work." He heads to where she points, and and settles into place. Kaila decides that nothing is going to get her eyes away from the eggs, so finds something to lean upon, and does so. She keeps her ears open, however, to listen to the conversations around her. Not involved in any, she's still not too interested. Absently, she waves to those entering and those leaving, all the same. Ciaran finds himself a comfortable spot, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. Eyelids droop ever so slightly, but he's still awake. Kestrel looks mildly bewildered still, but she gives a small shrug. She /is/ wearing a knot to identify herself. And so, she leads the way to her seat, her mind questing through faces of memory. Does she /know/ this person? And if so, from where? Claiming her seat, she arranges her skirts over her knees. Distracted by her thoughts, she misses the first minute movements of eggs, "They should be nearing their time, I would think." From the sands, Tanrhith bugles brassy and loud, a more decisive tone than the subtle increasing noise of draconic thrumming. From the sands, Zorya walks onto the sands. Kaila moves her hands to cover her ears. But she makes no other motion. Anki settles into her seat next to Arawn and makes herself comfortable. content to let conversation wash around her rather than take part in it. Laytonal looks up at the bugle, which startled him. From the sands, M'hail walks out onto the hot Sands, glad of the thickness of his riding boot soles. "How's she hotlding up, Kerryn?" he asks the junior weyrwoman as he bows to the great queen. A glance upwards to reassure himself of his lifemate's presence on the ledges, and a rearranging of his shoulderknot, and he's ready, maybe. From the sands, Zorya bows to the golden queen, and then winks at the weyrwoman. "Chickens on their way." She stands to Kerryn's left. From the sands, Theban Riddle Egg shivers ever so slightly, mystery coming closer to revelation. Zoshan startles at the bugle, but quickly returns his gaze to the eggs, he's not going to miss this From the sands, M'lan ventures hesitantly away from the bowl entrance. Tomias walks in and waves to the other harpers, quickly taking a seat with them. Kaila blinks, then notices the ever so slight movement of Theban Riddle Egg. No more blinking, Kaila! Elmich twitches with excitement. Bugles -- whether brass or draconic do tend to get Kestrel's attention and her head turns, sun-kissed eyes seeking the source, "It's time!" Yep. There's no mistaking that sort of announcement. Caitlin smiles broadly, her keen eyes not missing the action around her. She grins and waves at Ciaran and a few other familar faces. She pauses before following Kestrel, momentarily distracted by the movement on the sands and she sighs "Maybe I am too late after all." She shrugs and continues following Kestrel. Watching the people around her she misses the bewildered look on Kestrel's face. From the sands, Wine-dark Sea Egg shifts, subtly, kicking up a spray of Sand as it attempts to burrow into the comforting heat below. From the sands, Tzion walks onto the sands. From the sands, Puros walks onto the sands. From the sands, Pentala walks onto the sands. From the sands, Kindri walks onto the sands. From the sands, Adharsuil walks onto the sands. From the sands, Aselan walks onto the sands. From the sands, Brekka walks onto the sands. From the sands, Perrie walks onto the sands. Keani looks around, quirking her head at the thrumming, which, to her young ears, is loud. Eyes fasten upon the great queen and one chubby finger lifts to point at her. "Big Sia'" she says happily, giggling madly. From the sands, Corman walks onto the sands. Alexandrea searches for one particular figure in that line of white. From the sands, M'lan slips upon the sands, thick-soled boots ignoring the heat as he heads around the piled eggs and nods at Kerryn, murmuring, "Well, looks like this is it, Kerryn." Torin points. "Oh look...there he is..." From the sands, Fiery Peak of Lycia Egg is as still as breath and light; a slight shimmering - no more. Kaila smiles and keeps her eyes glued to the sands, watching the candidate file in. She hazards a wave to those she knows, hoping to see them impress. Only time can tell, something Kaila isn't used to waiting for. Laytonal leans over to Tomias. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Laytonal." From the sands, Kerryn fusses her new velvet dress, nervous sweat glistening on her brow. "Fine. We're fine. It's time. They'll be fine. Right? Right. Of course. No problem. We're fine. It's okay, it's okay. Shh. Here they come. I'm not babbling. Okay, I am, I am." Golden mother seems far less concerned than her rider, though suspicious peering is aimed towards encroaching candidates. Time? They're still her eggs. From the sands, Kells walks onto the sands. From the sands, V'zan walks onto the sands. From the sands, Kindri walks out looking quite scared as she holds Adder's hand she bows to the sire and dam of the clutch as well as the weyrwoman and her partner. The young herder shaking as if she's going to end up falling down. Alyssa bounces excitedly on Catasothra's lap and points at her Unca Coman. Mayhew mounts the distance up to the viewing ledges. Corla climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Above the sands, Riorth arrows sleekly through the bowl entrance. Spartan appears from **BETWEEN** with a miniature bugle. From the sands, Tzion is the first Candidate out? So it seems, but she's dragging two others with her. They, her dear friends, are forgotten a moment as eyes take in the sight of quiver eggs. Even though she's shaking just as much, she manages a quick, energetic bow to nearly everyone and evyerthing on the sands. Can't be too careful. Inelda lures Spartan to her shoulder. From the sands, M'hail grins and winks aqua eye at Kerryn. "Och, d'ye think some wine'd be out of place?" he asks, displaying the 'skin he'd brought for the occasion and a pair of mugs. Kaila makes no further motions, only the shifting of feet indicating that she's still awake. From the sands, Sitric walks onto the sands. From the sands, Corman dances in onto the sands, lifting his feet as it's a bit hotter with only sandles on. He skitters to a stop to bow to Tanrhith, Anuith, and all the riders present. That done, he bounces again to relieve the heat on his feet. Inelda slips through the crowd. Let the vertically challenged person to the front? Well...she manages a place from which she stands a chance of seeing anyway. From the sands, For all his smiling, Aselan clings tightly to Brekka's hand, using his fellow candidate as a link to reality. He walks over the sands slowly, pausing to bow toward the parental pair: brown Anuith and gold Tanrhith. Following the dragons, his bow is directed toward the Weyrwoman, Kerryn. From the sands, Sky's Edge Egg shivers, shifts, slightly, then again is still, the darkness still shrouding its occupant. From the sands, Royal Court Egg ripples in the heat of the sands - or is that the life moving within? A slight crack forms, and then the egg is still. Above the sands, Riorth appears on the ledge and snakes his massive self to directly behind his slouching lifemate. Wuffle, snuffle, and he blows warm breath all over the young man with the 'tude. Unlike his rider, Riorth has /no/ problem with displaying his excitement. From the sands, Adharsuil bows as well, moving along with Kindri, gripping her hand to reassure himself as much as the herder. He glances about as they all shuffle in. No matter what happens, they've all made a lasting impression on him. From the sands, Puros picks his way onto the sands cautiously, looking vaguely cross as the heat from beneath begins to work its traditional discomfort right off the bat. As trails by Tzion's hand, he pauses long enough to bow to the queen and her rider, then hops a step or two to catch up with Tiz again. From the sands, V'zan makes sure the candidates are all properly rounded up, before a formal bow is sketched towards Tanrhith, Anuith, and lifemates. From the sands, Kells clenches her supporting hands as she steps onto the burning sands, much hotter now that she's clad in sandles. She bows deeply to the great golden queen, her mate, and their riders before proceeding further. Above the sands, Riorth hovers and then chooses his spot on the viewing ledges. From the sands, Kindri glances around and her eyes settle on a familiar rider...a friend...M'hail...she remembers him and her mind eases slightly till she sees the eggs starts to move about...and then her nervousness comes back even more as she shuffles her feet. Kaila's mouth forms an 'o' as she watches the first crack appear. From the sands, Perrie trots out on the sand with the rest, managing a bow of sorts in the right direction afore taking her place in the semi-circle. Twitching, shifting - her feet are burning like all the rest. From the sands, Wine-dark Sea Egg stills suddenly, like the sea before the storm, with a tap tap tapping coming from within... From the sands, Ow! Hot! Hotter than yesterday. Brekks enters the sands holding the hand of Aselan on one side and Adder on the other. Dance stepping towards Kerryn and Tanrhith, J'lia and Anuith. She manages to stand still long enough to curtsey a greeting "Greetings Weyrwoman Kerryn, Tanrhith, M'hail, Anuith, J'lia. Elmich 's eyes widen into saucers as he hears the soud/sounds From the sands, A young, overly eager candidate from Keroon nearly trips over his own feet as he scrambles out onto the sands and makes his hasty bow to the clutchmother and her mate. Laytonal leans forward when he sees Brekka, to get a better look. From the sands, Sunrise Sleeping Egg remains utterly still, betraying no motion or hint of life within. It is content to continue to be warmed by the sands for now, it seems. From the sands, Pentala steps out, being dragged, and dragging with her. "Keep up, Sitric!" she hisses, bowing stoically to the queen and that person and... Everyone. Palms begin to moisten and she breaks her hold with Sitric momentarily to wipe against white linen robe. Inelda gets in position and watches, draped with firelizards. Even Eclipse is here. From the sands, Sitric follows the chain of Candidates, making an overly formal bow to everyone on the sands. Dragons, Candidates, Riders, Eggs.. Whatever. He also give a two minute speech on how grateful he is for being allowed this opportunity to Tanhrith and Anuith, Kerryn and J'lia, before being dragged along with the rest of the white clad nervous wrecks. From the sands, Zorya raises her eyebrow and says out of the corner of her mouth, "That's a nice dress, Kerryn. Please don't forget to breathe or anything. If you faint I'll have to catch you." A wink. Keani's finger is gently forced down by Keelin, a soft chuckle escaping Xanadu's Lady. "Keani, look down there!" she says, pointing to the white-garbed Candidates. Kea's gaze obediently goes and is arrested by the sight of the eggs. "What they?" she enquires innocently. From the sands, Kindri moves with Adder holding her hand tightly and looks pales as the white robe she's wearing, she stumbles slowly over the sands till she makes her way to the semi circle forming about the eggs. So hot the sands are...more so now than she's ever noticed. From the sands, Aselan remembers to add J'lia to his bowing collection before he makes his way closer to the eggs, loitering with the plethora of candidates, Brekka's hand still held captive as he whispers down to her, "Which is your favorite, Brekks? Remind me." From the sands, Tzion sucks in a breath and looks around, shuffling a little closer to Puros than neccesary, but hey. "They're gunna hatch," she whispers redundantly, tugging her other hand, the one holding a Penta, closer, perhaps creating a ripple effect over the rest of the chain. From the sands, Kerryn rubrubs her palms on her skirts, glancing from dragon to eggs to candidates to galleries to J'lia to Zorya to V'zan to--- Okay, she's getting dizzy. "Thank you.." She smiles wanly to Zorya and tries to settle down. Unlike Tanrhith, who merely stares firmly at the would-be weyrlings. From the sands, Corman gently squeezes Kells's hand as he turns to look and smile at her, still doing the hot sands dance. "Y' know, I don' b'lieve y' 'er said which w's yer fav'rite egg." He lifts his other hand and rolls it to get the sleeve back, pointing out the Wine-dark. "That one's mine. 'n 's movin." From the sands, Royal Court Egg ripples again, and the crack widens slightly. Is that a flash of bright color? Or merely a mirage. From the sands, M'lan murmurs to Zorya, winking at Kerryn, "That might not be too bad though, Zorya, if she fell right...would it?" As he speaks, he glances back to the candidates, from one to another. Alexandrea finally spies who she was looking for, and looks back often. From the sands, Brekka glances aroun then leans towards Aselan to answer "That one." the one with the gold and blues. She uses his and her linked hands to point to the Royal Court Egg and blinks "Did you just /see/ that?" or was it /her/ imagination? From the sands, Samebito Egg shivers. Faint and nearly unseen. A motion to tickle the corner of the eye, and gone when studied fully. From the sands, Theban Riddle Egg makes a small lurch. Now? No, not yet. But the hatchling within lurks... From the sands, Zorya nods slowly. "So long as she keeps her skirt down." Her mouth twitches as she attempts a straight face. Elmich sits down on a bench to keep from falling down. From the sands, Adharsuil's hands tighten involuntarily as he finally aloows himself a glance at the eggs that hide the future of so many beneath their shells. "They move," he mutters, amazed despite his expectations that they'd do just that. The Theban Riddle lurches, as does his nervous heart. Kaila can barely hear the conversation below, or the ones on the same level as her. She's tuned out, full engulfed in her vigil. Her eyes dance over the sands and the white, resting upon the Royal Court Egg. First to hatch? Or no.. Eyes continue to shift from egg to egg, as one moves. She can barely shift fast enough, as it seems theres an egg every second that decides to start moving. Elmich says, "Hoo boy, they're gonna Hatch!" From the sands, Kindri notices a slight movement and sees its the egg Brekka seemed to like at the previous egg touching...she takes another look as she's unsure of if there is movement at all...no favorite egg for her as she looks across the sands...what if she doesn't Impress? Will she loose out on ever becoming a rider...or just a simple herder which she's enjoyed for so long, the shy herder seems to do a little dance of shuffling her feet. From the sands, Pentala side-shuffles, unwilling to release Tzion. She, in turn, tugs Sitric closer. "I know, I- they are?" She gulps, cringing as heat is felt and she thanks the wherry that make her sandals. Eyes scan and settle on her favorite, a tense not given. You do your job, I'll do mine. From the sands, Puros, from his end of one of the Candidate chains, pauses at about what he judges to be the right distance. "So what do we do now, anyway?" he wonders, trying with respectable but imperfect success to keep his voice even. "Just...wait?" Corla peers at the eggs, watching on th edge of her seat. From the sands, Wine-dark Sea Egg begins to reverberate with an inner thunder. Relentless and merciless comes the hatchling's attack on the shell which confines him, the seething boil of lodestone warmth finally meeting the malevolent whirl of maelstrom force. And where the elements collide....a splitting, a great fissure of shell which is its undoing, a dragonet released upon the sands to eternity. From the sands, Immortal Leviathan Brown Dragonet From the sands, The massive, patient bulwark of his body holds the dull sheen of water washing against the dark black-brown of a cliff face; a stark contrast to the tempestuous billowing of light tan wingsails. Cerulean runs the length of wing veins and caps each ridge while a speckled, sandy hue creeps upward from bedrock foundation to claim a tidal rim running the length of his spine. Ebb and flow mark his head, the dark wash of murky water swirling secrets round muzzle and eyes while a resplendant whitecap glimmer lights the confident, knowing set of brow. Laytonal utters a gasp of pleasure. "Oh, a brown." From the sands, Kindri looks across the ground as she hears the crack and sees the shards of shell around a brown dragonet...uh oh don't faint now Kindri...she looks at it curiously. From the sands, Kells ' eyes dart to 'her' egg, the fiery one. "That one over there, Cor. Not moving yet..." Kells' face is pale depite the heat, and she jumps a bit an egg shatters. "Corman!" she squeeks. From the sands, Aselan must have been blinking. "What? See what? What did I miss?" he asks hurriedly, bending to peer along the line of her pointed finger. His distracted gaze is drawn to the egg of carmine and scarlent, spring and shadows. "What if.." he mutters. Kestrel watches the candidates file in and perform the traditional bows of greeting and respect. She settles herself more comfortably, crossing her legs and hooking her hands together over her raised knee. Excitement is not dulled by experience of the event as she remains attentive on the scene below on the sands. Only a fraction of her mind still tries to fathom who is seated beside her, and then -- in a flash the thought is gone, consumed by the first to appear, "Brown! A solid beginning!" Corla peers at the hatchling "He's beautiful" Elmich gasps "That's the hugest Dragonet I ever saw! Kaila gapes as the first dragon emerges. A brown.. What a good sign. Although, any dragon hatchling is a good sign. Eyes are now riveted to follow the browns every move, curious as to who his new friend will be. From the sands, Tzion takes a step back as a hatchling, the first, breaks forth from the intoxicated barracade. "Uhh..," she guhs out, squeezing tightly to Puros and Penta. "That's a brown." Uh, /duh/, Tiz. From the sands, Corman blinks as he watches his favorite egg spill open, mouth falling open. "'s...a brown." he remarks, quite stupidly as it's so obvious that it's a brown. "Wow..." Alyxa gulps in wonder at seeing the dragonet and . She stares down at the sands. From the sands, Kerryn seems as fascinated by 'her' eggs as the candidates. Nothing else really makes it into her conscious mind as the first of her babies is born. Well, Tanrhith's babies. Whatever. Dark gold queen warbles a happy greeting to the first of her first, even glancing deliberately towards the almost prancing (with pride) Anuith. From the sands, Puros finds his question answered almost as soon as it is voiced. "Yeep!" The first break of shell, while not so sudden, certainly catches him by surprise. "Uh. Yeah. Brown," he repeats Tzion's obvious observation. "It's, uh, a hatchling. It's not an egg any more." From the sands, Perrie meeps softly as she see the first hatchling, otherwise she's just another white-clad figure hopping from one foot to the other. From the sands, Immortal Leviathan Brown Dragonet blinks slowly, perplexedly, adjusting to the new sensation of light and land. He lifts first one foot, then the next, stepping out of the remains of his egg in a methodical yet inexorable way. That last step's a bit too much for him, and dark massive body thuds to the ground as he misjudges it, obviously not quite at home on the ground yet. From the sands, Royal Court Egg ripples again, the thin membranes around the crack bulging and widening. Yes - there /is/ a flash of metallic color. From the sands, Adharsuil jumps, jerking at his companions arms as it starts suddenly. Keani giggles. "Lookee, mama!" she says, pointing once again. This time, however, the pointing finger is dropped voluntarily as she leans forward for a closer look. "Brown." she exclaims, proud of having identified the color. "I smart." From the sands, Brocades and silks, mosaics and tiled roofs, primary hues and those simply black and white; their crackled urgency is stilled, silenced by the gentle blink of one moist, just-visible eye. The flaws are exposed, and all the Royal Court falls back from the joyous heraldry of a dragonet both of heaven and of earth. From the sands, Polished Ki-lin Blue Dragonet From the sands, Aqua and turquoise slide silken over the fine, lithe lines of limbs and body, while tawny edging gilds the precise rise of ridges. Amber touches the sensitive curve of neck and chest, pinwheels to blue-white before gracing the calm, earnest set of a scholar's brow. Violet brocade dances gaily across his chest and over his back, overlaid by the neat folds of near translucent teal wings edged in a darker shade. Hues are rich as lacquer, in contrast to the fragile elegance of spun glass frame and delicate detail. From the sands, Sky's Edge Egg trembles, that within attempting to force its way out, the sand around it shifting, moving. Then, again, it stills, darkness and light warring without, and within. From the sands, Pentala wrinkles her nose as she regards the brown. "Awww, look, isn't it sweet?" she asks of Tzion, twitching the hand with a slight shake. "S'lovely..." she notes, the color beyond her, despite her friend's words. Caitlin settles herself comfortably squeezing between Kestrel and another harper, she grins at the apprentice and then returns her attention to Kestrel and opens her mouth to say something. She is distracted by the gasps and she directs her attention to the sands "Interesting a brown" Her forehead furrows slightly "Well a bronze would have been a different sort of omen so maybe all the rumours and fears are wrong if a brown hatches first, what do you think Kes?" She flicks some lint off her knee as she crosses it over the other one and smiles at the new beautiful blue. Kaila blinks and then there's another hatchling. A /blue/ hatchling. From the sands, The gangly young fellow from Keroon startles as sight of the first hatchlings, almost landing in the sands himself. He tugs himself upright on the arms of a fellow candidate, muttering apologies. From the sands, Kindri looks to Adder and looks to the Royal Court egg as it explodes leaving a blue behind...such a handsome blue...maybe one of them will be hers. From the sands, Brekka hisses quickly "Look!" hand tugs Adder and Aselan closer. Support. Corman's egg hatched. Its a brown!" doh "He's awfully pretty." again movement from her favorite egg and she /stares/ and gapes squeezing hands hard. "oooooo!" Elmich amazingngly, in the first time of his life, Is speechless From the sands, Sitric peers over the head of a slightly tall fellow as he tries to get a look at this newest arrival. "Ah.. Excuse me, would you mind moving, just a tad? Oh, Thank-you.. That's wonderful. " Gasp! It's a dragon! Isn't he perceptive...? From the sands, Corman spots the next hatch, and he can't help it. He looks over to Brekka and points. "Blue! Just like y' wanted! C'n 'e be searchin fer ya?!" This has got to be a good sign. Inelda smiles. "They're gorgeous..." From the sands, Samebito Egg takes the distraction of its fellows' hatchings to shiver again. A bit more, this time. Not too much. Elegance through simplicity. From the sands, Tzion nearly squawks as yet a/nother/ dragon-baby breaks shell. "Shells and shards, there's more!" She hops forward, then back, then forward again; to cool her feet and to let loose energy. She nods her head emphatically. "Lovely. Beautiful. Great." Gimmegimme. Alexandrea looks on for long moments at each dragonet in turn, but still her gaze returns to one of the many white clad figures. From the sands, Polished Ki-lin Blue Dragonet opens his opalescent eyes wide, and peers about him, stumbling only once before swinging gracefully to his still-wet paws. A tentative step; and then another...his maw opens and those great eyes swirl as he begins his fluid dance. Zoshan 's chin is practically to the floor, his eyes mesmerized by the action on the sands Kaila is now tuned into every single movement that comes from the sands. As one can imagine, this gets a little annoying. Finally, descisive, she makes sure to keep both dragon hatclings in peripheral view. Another hard stare at the new arrival, and Keani attempts, once more, to identify the color. "Red!" she states, secure in her knowledge. A few chuckles from Keelin are audible; it's hard not to laugh at the child's mistake. From the sands, Immortal Leviathan Brown Dragonet shakes himself, casually, gently rising and spreading tan wingsails out to dry. Though just born, he appears to know what he wants, focussing on a particular area of Candidates before taking the next, reverberating stoep across the Sands. Elmich is extreamly over come with joy so much, he faints From the sands, Kells ' breath catches in her throat as the beautiful hatchlings are revealed. It's all happening /so/ fast...knuckles whiten as she tightens her grip into a clench, fairly wringing Corman and Sitrics hands. From the sands, The tug of his hand brings Asel back to planet Pern and he darts a look at the newly hatched brown and blue. "Corman's egg... oh! Right. A brown, but.. look at the way he's got blue along him. And that other - the blue. Brekks...." He can't help but look hopeful for his friend. From the sands, Adharsuil shakes his head with unconcealed wonder. He knew there was life in there, but it was implied. Not so very /real/. Eyes travel from brown to blue and back several times, in time to the pounding within his chest. "I..I..I.." he stutters, at a loss for words for once. From the sands, Kindri watches the blue as she sees the look on Brekka's face and smiles hopefully for the harper as she shuffles her feet, she feels herself starts to have her robe stick to her from the sheer heat and pulls at the not very well made robe...she's a herder not a weaver.... Corla watches the two hatchling, oooking and akkk occasionally. From the sands, Puros takes advantage of his free hand to point. "And that's blue." His observations are at least gaining in confidence. "Okay, I guess this means we don't wait any more." His weight shifts onto his right foot, easing the burden of heat on the left. "But, uh...do we do anything but wait now?" From the sands, Theban Riddle Egg gives another quick twitch then stills. Someone's here, waiting... From the sands, Corman watches the brown, mostly curiously. Was that what he felt stirring under the surface of the shell the other day? Well, it's a mystery no longer. Kestrel quick-glances at the dusty person beside her and surreptitiously twitches her gown closer to her own leg. But another graces the sands and she must look, "Ah, a lovely blue. Excellent." And then she responds, ever polite, "Oh, I think brown is a good beginning. Solid, sturdy." Yes, a good omen as far as she's concerned. Who /is/ this presumptious person? From the sands, Brekka shifts now back and forth, her own dance on the sands as she tries to cool her feet. "Aselan...Adder." her voice quavers "He...he hatched. He's /beautiful!/ eyes focus on the Ki'lin blue. "Just look at him move." lovestruck? dragonet struck? Definitely. From the sands, Pentala eeks as Tzion's foot-moves bring her attention to /another/. "That one's nice too..." She comments softly, letting her arm rock as Tzion jumps. Her moves are more docile. Lift. Drop. Right, now. Lift. Drop. She eyes the bi-colored egg marking her favorite, and alternates feet, watching. Laytonal notices Sofina. "Hi, Sofina." He gestures for her to sit next to him. From the sands, M'hail can't help but grin as the brown and then the blue break their Shells. "I - tis magical," he sighs, remembering the exact moment when Eurydath shook his own shards off and came to the herder lad . "Tis a good sign, Kerryn, such big and strong dragonets," From the sands, Tzion giggles at Puros, "Well, you tell me which one you want, and I'll push you out in front of it, okay?" Arms would pinwheel with her excitement, but their anchored by less flexible appendages. So instead, they swing. Back and forth, to and fro, front and back. Wheee. "I wonder which one'll break /next/?!" Elmich wakes up suddenly an looks over to Kestrel, "Hey Kestrel, can you interview me?" From the sands, Polished Ki-lin Blue Dragonet swings his delicate head from side to side, pausing in his stride. He sniffs. His eyes close, and his body quivers. Eyes open again and he begins his weave across the sands. Past a clump of candidates without a glance, he stops to look at a sturdy boy with dark green eyes. No. The dance continues. Sofina smiles as she recognises Laytonal. Working her way along she grabs a seat next to him. "hi! did i miss much?" Caitlin frowns slightly at the cool polite tone of Kestrel's voice and looks at her curiously and then shrugs, maybe the MasterHarper is precoccupied about something. She grins "Oh yes, dependable Browns are, though he is a large one. So how are you Kes? We will have to talk, we have lots to talk about." Muireann skitters cautiously down from the viewing ledges. Shula climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Ciaran sits quietly at the back, steadfastly keeping his mouth shut at the MasterHarper's comment. It all depends on your point of view, but today is not the day to mar other peoples joy of the event. Kaila watches the entering and exiting of various dragons, people, and firelizards from the corners of her eyes, not all to interested. She's mainly watching the blue scout for a lifemate, keeping the brown in close quarters, so to speak. Laytonal shakes his head uncertainly. "Well, we've had two hatch so far, I think, one brown and and one blue." From the sands, Kindri watches the blue hatchling while a glance is given to see what the brown is doing, she shakes nervously as she pushes her hair out of her eyes...she looks to the stands but knows that she probably knows noone up there...her eyes drifting back to the other eggs. From the sands, Scorching sands will /not/ be ignored, and Kells again begins her shuffling dance in a vain attempt to keep her feet from roasting. "Corman...I, I think he may..." Her eyes follow the movements of the brown dragonet. From the sands, Immortal Leviathan Brown Dragonet takes a dirrect route towards the candidates, aiming himself at the far side of the egg mound from his brother blue and hurtling his massive self in a surprisingly quick dash to wards the candidates there. He glances at the first as he zips past - too fast almost to see, but knowing only that he's not the one. Keani glances up at her laughing mother in consternation. "Wha'?" she demands, a pout forming upon her round face. "It red." Determined... yup, that's Kea. "No, that's blue..." corrects Keelin, mastering her mirth. Risto catches Shula in the corner of his eye, "hey I thought you weren't going to be here." From the sands, Perrie fidgets, eyes wide, bottom lip nibbles on. Which way will they go? She waits, almost breathless from nerves to see. Laytonal continues in a low whisper just loud enough to be heard about the commotion, "I'm hoping Brekka Impresses." From the sands, Discomfort is forgotten. Kerryn's brilliant beaming grin as she watches the hatchlings stumble and strut out to the sands and their particular chosen. Tanrhith rumbles encouragement, echoed by brown Anuith's croon, as both sire and dam watch the youngling's progress. Sofina raises an eyebrow. "really? Any impressions? know how Brekka is doing?" a suddend rush of questions. From the sands, Aselan finds he too is doing the sands mambo as his feet move back and forth, shuffling as much off the heat as possible. The brown's fast track is noted - eyes widening and he tugs Brekka's hand to gesture, "He knows." From the sands, Sitric sighs mournfully. "I /do/ wish they would allow me to bring my sketch pad on the sands! " His eyes follow the blue.. and then the brown... and he goes cross-eyed. Why can't they just go in the same direction? " They are beautiful, aren't they, Penta? Which one is your favorite so far? " Though he vainly hopes the dragonets will find a way to get out of the eggs with/out/ shattering them. It's so /hard/ to try to glue them back together! From the sands, Corman also attempts to keep his feet from burning as he seems to dance in time with Kells. "Nah...he couldn't be headin o'er here...could 'e?" Shula grins and moves to stand next to Risto. "I managed to be allowed to stay." Muireann makes her way to a seat, flanked by a tall, dark-haired man, who carries a sleeping, round-faced tot in his arms. She nods to those she knows with an absent "H'lo," and a gaze that flicks rather often toward those sands. "Have we missed much?" She asks nobody in particular. From the sands, Light begins to overcome darkness, even as faint, soft cracks begin to latticework Sky's Edge's shell, but again, it stills. It is not yet time. Risto smiles at Shula, "That's good!" Laytonal shakes his head slightly. "No Impressions yet." Shula can't stop smiling happily. "Yep!" From the sands, Puros laughs, a tinge of nervousness betraying that the reaction was to push away tension as well as simply for the sake of amusement. "Nah, don't push me...if they're for me, they'll find me. If not...well, they've got those claws, and these robes really aren't all that protective." He pauses to point. "I think /that/ one will break next." His point indicates ...well, roughly all the eggs at once. From the sands, Bakull steadies himself and glances sheepishly up toward the galleries, hoping the Keroon contingent didn't see him trip over himself. He gapes at the hatchlings, a drop-jawed country boy. From the sands, Samebito Egg shakes. Rattles. Rolls? Nope. It stops short of tipping over, bumping incidentally against Tanrhith's tail. From the sands, A step to the left...a step to the right, a step to the front and a step to the side. Let's mambo. Kindri does her little dance as she watches the eggs and the hatchlings and finds herself tiring of the heat. From the sands, Pentala nods in silent agreement of any and all of Tzion's words, mumbling now faded into a blur of sounds. Oi. Finally, constraints on arm movement force her to say, "T/zi/on, stoppit, you're taller than I am!" She wrinkles her nose at Sitric and says, "I like the brown one. It's got blue. See?" Eggs crack and everyone else is reduced to five turns old. From the sands, Shifting restlessly hands probably squeezing Aselan's and Adders hands hard Brekks watches Ki'lin blue wander through the candidates. Eyes stray towards the brown and she grins "Wanna make a bet Aselan, Adder? I'll bet the brown is looking for Corman." Quickly though eyes dart back to the blue. Helplessly she watches, unable to take eyes off of Ki-lin for any length of time. From the sands, Polished Ki-lin Blue Dragonet stops and waits, shimmering aquasilk in the waves of heat from the sand. He looks up...and up...and UP...to look into the eyes of his dam. Encouraged, he again steps forward, making his way with new-found confidence to two candidates that are standing together on the sands. Light and dark. Dark and light. It is the light that calls to him, the chime of bells, the warp and weave of life. His own. Valora climbs up the stairs from the entrance. Being the little un-social butterfly that Kaila is, she listens no more to the circulating conversation. She, instead, makes it a point to watch the hatchlings, and only the hatchlings. Oh. And the eggs to. The candidates as well.. And the queen.. Alright. So she's still watching every wisp of sand that moves from below. She wants to know who'll impress and the anxiety is killing her. Keani stifles a yawn, seeming to realize that if she's caught seeming tired, that she'll wind up in bed. Not a good thing - she's getting to stay up past her bedtime! "Lookee mama!" comes the cry again, and again, the finger points to one of the rocking eggs. From the sands, Dancing Hut Egg is oddly still. Quiet and motionless, though in a not-so-innocent way. From the sands, Auzzey lingers with a group, pushing mousey brown hair from her eyes as she tries to watch what's happening. Being of small stature, she hops up and down on the sands, spying things over other candidates' shoulders. Valora lingers at the top of the stair for a moment before easing her way through the crowd to a far hunk of bench. From the sands, Fiery Peak of Lycia Egg does not move. Does not twitch. But waits. The time is not yet. Sofina nods and looks relieved as she leans over to get as good a look as she can. From the sands, Adharsuil reminds himself to breath as the dragonet's begin their respective quests. He is rooted in place, weighed down by the heavy realization that destiny is watching his every move. He barely feels the hands of his friends or the heat of the sands under his thin sandals. "No bets Brekka. Chance and I don't get along very well," he manages through dry lips. From the sands, Immortal Leviathan Brown Dragonet stops suddenly, almost splaying his legs in every direction in his clumsy landlubberly drunken run. He unceremoniously plunks on his tail, blinking his eyes at the mamboing candidates in obvious confusion. Where is hte One? He sniffs at a herder lass, then at her companion, swishing his large tail in the hot Sands as he goes. Talk? They have lots to talk about? Is this person senile? Kestrel gets distracted from the sands, but only for a moment, "Errrrr, yes." Her reply is short and bewildered before she once more focuses entirely on the sands. From the sands, Tzion stills one arm, the one holding Penta's hand, and peers at the blue as he moves about. "Hey,..hey.. Hey! Is he gonna choose?" She wiggles in her spot. If there was more flesh to her lanky form, it might be an enjoyable show, but no. "I can't see where.. who is he..what?" From the sands, Tanrhith thrrrrrrums brightly to her darling little blue spawn, and watches for a moment before turning her attention to the one bumping against her. Lick. Shula stares at the Sands below, eternally grateful that her parents had allowed her to stay and see it. Her gaze flickers back and forth from egg to hatchling to candidate. She knows that this is what she wants more than anything, but for now she'll forget about her own dreams, and watch the lucky candidates who discover theirs. From the sands, Corman's eyebrows shoot way up as he watches the antics of the brown, forgetting now, or mostly, that he's supposed to be avoiding the heat. From the sands, Aselan nods to Brekka, "I think so too. I hope so." Then. There. "Uh.. Brekka? That blue...is he coming this way? I can't tell." Jaden polishes his nails on the rough tweed of his tunic. Glances at the sand. Eyes a rough fingernail and bites on it absently, his eyes flickering here and there, over children, over eggs, over Masters and Weyrwomen. It's just him, unpretentious, but vain. Got to fix that nail. Alexandrea sits ever so still, but for the still nervous twining of hands in her lap. Kaila is getting slowly but surely being squeezed away from her choice spot at the edge. Unprotesting, she simply scoots over, eventually finding herself very near the stairs. Hm. Finally realizing where she ended up, she shouts out, protestingly. "Hey!" Yup. How originial. Still having a place to view the sands, she's perfectly content to stay where she is and watch. Just as long as she can see. That's all that's important. Valora smiles warmly at the MasterHarper as she passes, continuing on with nods and grins for those she knows. From the sands, Charnel Nest Egg shivers slightly, then settles again, returning to a deathly calm despite the chaos occurring upon the sands all around. Alyxa sits over in her corner and watches with rapt attention. From the sands, A nod and Brekks glances to Adder with a grin "Ah c'mon." course she's never bet much herself. Turning to look she blinks and looks back at the blue "Uh..I dunno Aselan." her voice goes Quavery again. Is she gonna wilt? Here? Now? From the sands, Theban Riddle Egg rolls and knocks softly against its sandy wallow. Who's there? From the sands, Kindri thinks of home as it calms her down a bit...why is home such a reassuring thought when one is the most nervous? Kindri sees another egg move and shuffles her feet and almost waves her arms from being too hot...let's Vogue! From the sands, Tree Of Knowledge Egg rolls, gently, swaying in a nonexistant breeze. Nothing upset, just..natural, sand beneath rustling like leaves, striated shell settled deep into its depression, rooted to the spot. From the sands, Polished Ki-lin Blue Dragonet has found his lifemate. Light. There. Between the two dark. A tiny spark of fire. But strong, so so strong. Across the sands he comes, neck weaving sinously. Fluid fire has she. Fire and light and now his is there. Does she see? Does she know? Alakan smiles faintly, his eyes shifting back and forth between his sister and the Charnel Nest egg..what? There are dragonets hatched already? Well his intrest is still elsewhere. Kaila eyes the blue hatchling curiously. Has he found a lifemate? Caitlin is caught up in the action on the sands so she doesn't take much notice of Kestrel's short reply, figuring that Kestrel is not giving much thought to talking, more to looking. She waves at other familar faces and brushes her hair off her face which has fallen into her eyes "I must get my hair trimmed, it is getting too long, I must look a sight." She tugs at her shirt and frowns and she realises she shouldn't have done that, a rip appears. She returns to looking at the sands, seeing who will impress. Muireann nods absently to Laytonal. "Oh good." She lifts a hand toward Valora, then, at the weyrwoman's entrance and calls a "Congratulations!" over the crowd in between. "Lovely clutch." From the sands, Brekka blinks and looks at Ki-lin. Remember to breath Brekks. Is he looking at her? From the sands, Kells holds /very/ still, roasting toes frogotten at the moment as a brown muzzle sniffs experimentally. Eyes shoot a glance at Corman at her side. Keani blinks sleepily, eyes falling half closed, then opening widely. Nope, she's /not/ going to fall asleep. Blue's movements are eyed, and a faint frown crosses her face. "Mama... lookee?" The comment is somewhat more tentative this time; Kea's not entirely sure what's going with the blue. Kestrel spots a smile and a face she's not seen for some time. This one she recognizes and the smile she returns is just as warm, even if perhaps missed as Valora moves on. Perhaps they'll have time to catch up later. And maybe she can lose her rather dusty companion. From the sands, Polished Ki-lin Blue Dragonet makes his festive way around the sand, occasionally standing still and straight in wonderment with his head high, looking, searching. Gossamer wings fan, then fold gracefully down when he halts before Brekka, erupting into a joyous bell-toned cry of welcome as his eyes find his chosen's. From the sands, Immortal Leviathan Brown Dragonet circles round the boy, then sniffs at the next candidate. Something isn't right - he /knows/ he sensed someone here - and he turns on his tail, lumbering back to the herder and boy - and whuffling at the young man's feet. Is that the sea he smells? From the sands, Pentala peers at Tzion, completely missing the movement in her favored egg. "I hope so. It could be... wait... It's it's got Brekka! Shards and shells to Rukbat and back! Congratulations!" she hollers, rocking Tzion and Sitric's hand furiously. From the sands, Aselan watches, breathless. Brekka's hand is dropped as he steps a pace or two away and to the side, joining up with Adharsuil. "Brekka!" he cheers aloud. "Perfect." From the sands, Puros cranes his neck, attempting to keep track of the hatchlings. "Huh? Is who...?" he attempts to find the subject of Tzion's querry. Then: "Oh. Yeah, maybe! I think." Not being an expert, he isn't quite sure how to interpret the reactions of hatchling and candidate...yet, at least. From the sands, Kindri smiles as she sees the blue choose Brekka and grins, "Congrats Brekka!" She looks to Adder, is that the brown looking at him...she sighs softly, "Adder he's looking at you I think..." From the sands, Adharsuil could almost swear he can taste his own heart in his throat as it leaps with the Theban Riddle Egg's roll. Turning to look at Brekka he releases her hand. "Looks like you won't be needing this anymore." He wiggles his fingers playfully, forgetting the heavy atmosphere for a moment. Risto jumps up and tugs at Shula, "Brekka Impressed!! Brekka Impressed!!!!" From the sands, Corman tears his eyes away from the brown to smile and cheer and clap, hand slipping from Kells's. "Go, Brekks!" he cries out. From the sands, Samebito Egg whumps against dam's tail again. Again. And again. And...oh dear. Something gave. Something is..moving. Shula notices who the blue dragonet chose, and applauds loudly. "Yay Brekka!!!" Caitlin stands up abrubtly "She impressed!" Her voice sounds quite shocked "But no one asked me." She blushes as she realises that she is blocking the people's view behind her and she hurridly sits down "Did you give her permission Kes to stand?" Shula is laughing happily for the Candidate! Kaila gapes. Brekka Impressed.. And now the brown has found someone.. Or has he? Fully intent on not blinking, she maintains her gaze, not ready to move for anything. Even if the Weyr was on fire. "Congratulations!" is shouted down to the newest weyrling before she glues her eyes on the brown. His turn? Tomias grins as he watches his friend impress. "Congrats! Good work, Brekka! From the sands, Samebito Egg smolders, the shell slowly expanding then shrinking back to normal as the life within stirs. Insidiously, inexorably, ebony begins to steam, hissing away in fine flakes as its attacked from below by the angry midnight blue surge of the base. Energy intensifies until it coalesces at the apex, exploding out from the ragged triangle, a hatchling's ragged spar stabbing free of the shell, cleaving it asunder. From the sands, Eternal Defender Blue Dragonet From the sands, Shifting shadows coalesce upon deep sapphire flanks, rippling opalescently along spaded tail and across subtly sharpened neckridges of this reserved yet fiercely loyal dragon. Midnight's raven sky caps brooding wingsails, dips along withers and cloaks muzzle in darkness, broken only by the sparkle of intelligently whirling eyes under ridges of emerald starlight. Sapphire gleams from beneath spreading wingsails, opalescence glistening along branching veins and touching underbelly with glittering highlights all the way to supple forelimbs tip't in deceptively sharp ebony talons. Something in the cant of muzzle and twitch of tail defines him as shy - yet more then able to defend himself and his beloved from evil's depredations. From the sands, Perrie ooohs softly as the blue chooses and edgy hops a bit more. "Sands are hot." she mutters to herself, as anxious as they come. From the sands, Brekka blinks and goes to her knees wrapping arms around Kirlith "His name is Kirlith!" her voice cries out tears of joy sliding down her face Sofina spins round to Lay and hugs him out of reaction. "she did it. Brekka did it!!" Shula realizes that she's a candidate no longer, now she's a weyrling! From the sands, Tzion nearly screams -- but that would require much more than her little body could do. "Brekka! OO! What's his name!? Congratulations!!" She wiggles and jumps up and down, whipping her companions' arms about in her excitement; and missing the new hatchiing. "Kirlith.. Oh..." From the sands, Sitric is yanked back by Pentala, and absently turns around. "Who... What? Brekka! Congratulations, Brekka! " The movement of his egg is forgotten. That's right. /His/ egg. At least until it hatches. Alexandrea turns her gaze quickly to the blue and his new rider. A smile flickers, but then nervous thought returns and she once more looks to that one figure. From the sands, Kindri smiles as she looks over to Brekka and then to the newest blue to land on the sands...she whispers the name Kirlith...such a nice name... From the sands, Corman's cheer distracts Kells from the brown in time for her to see Brekka make Impression. "Brekka!" is all she manages to shout. Valora finally lays claim to a nice stretch of bench.. obviously pulling rank on a couple of riders to do so. But hey, she's been gone for such a long time, ne? She does glance back towards Kestrell, motioning her to join the retired Weyrwoman if she so chooses. From the sands, Piraul scratches his ear. And then his nose. He sighs, staring at his rather grimy feet. "Me Ma's gonna beat me stupid iffen I impress and don't go back to the farm," he says to no one in particular. Kaila gives the hatchling blue a sidelong glance before she watches the brown again. Who'll be his? Shula notices the other eggs hatching, and stops looking at Brekka. Her sea-green eyes look across the Sands impatiently. Who's next? From the sands, Immortal Leviathan Brown Dragonet doesn't appreciate having the object of his affections look anywhere but at /him/ - the leviathan reasrs up now, trying to look Corman right in the eye. After all, us sea-folk oughta stick together. Alyxa smiles broadly at seeing the impression. "Oh there, now. That blue went to Brekka, M'arc! Isn't he lovely?" Muire jerks at her companion's sleeve and beams at the sands. Keani jabs a finger at Brekka, then stares up at her mother. "Wha' happen?" she asks, puzzled at her mother's soft smile. "He Impressed that girl." Keelin replies. Keani, however, has a limited vocabulary. "Wha' Impress?" From the sands, Sky's Edge Egg's fiery orb outweighs the dark. More lines appear, widening, widening, as the darkness is pushed outwards by that within, the sand around it beginning to swirl slightly with the fierce movements within the egg. From the sands, Kindri watches as the brown looks at Corman, "Oh Corman...he's...he wants you." From the sands, Henwen's here. Really he is. But, no one wants to hold his hand, and so, he just shuffles around in the sand, occasionally mumbling a congrats to whomever gets lucky and Impresses. Kestrel smiles warmly and is a little more restrained in her sudden applause and triumphant, "Yes!" And then she blinks at the strange person who has leapt to her feet, "Well, yes. I never argue with the dragons who come on search." Okay. This person is definitely deranged. Dangerous? She sidles a little away from the woman who is, at the moment, a complete stranger to her. Torin points as the brown is looking straight at her brother, tears shining in her eyes. "Cat...look.../look/!" From the sands, Puros /does/ know enough to figure things out once Brekka gives the hatchling's name. "Oooooo..." He doesn't whoop, but he does stare with what might almost be termed reverence, normally out of place on the lanky Candidate. Inelda smiles and watches, she doesn't know any of the Candidates, but that doesn't matter. Gorgeous dragonets. From the sands, Pentala gapes at the newest hatchling, then howls, "Kirlith! Oh, how lovely," to Sitric, she eyes the brown in front of Corman and shakes Sitric's arm. "Look at the dragonet, pass it on." From the sands, Auzzey is tempted to hamstring the candidate looming in front of her, wanting to get him on his knees so she can truly /see/ what's happening. She might as well be living in a dream at this point. "Lemme see!" she whimpers. From the sands, Corman looks down at the brown, dark blue eyes drawn. "Um...hi...y' got...a name 'r somethin?" he asks, cheeks flame red. From the sands, Kindri turns to look at the blue curiously that has recently hatched as well as the other candidates and eggs and feels like crying partly out of happiness for her fellow candidates but partially from fear of being left standing after all the rest have left the sands. From the sands, Tzion hugs to Puros as she leans over to catch a glimpse of where-ever the brown had gone. "Oo! Is he by Corman? Is.. Is hey!" she calls over that way, craning her itty bitty neck about. From the sands, Eternal Defender Blue Dragonet peers slowly across the expanse of sand. A shardlet of egg resting atop his head. Mother's tail temptingly nearby. Now...isn't there supposed to be something white and shiny around here? Caitlin shakes her head "Definetly adding that to my lists of complaints Kes." She grins and winks "Though not today, today is a happy day, I am sure Brekka will do fine as a dragon rider." She grins and nods at Valora, noticing her gesture, assuming that it includes her as well. Risto continues to jump up and down, his excitement growing, "Look Shula! Corman too! He's by Corman!" Catasothra offers his wife a small smile and slips an arm around her to give her a gentle hug, still calm, despite everything around him. "A strong-looking brown." From the sands, Adharsuil grins heartily as two of his friends fall victim to the sweetest snare. "Congratulations Corman!" he shouts down the line, blinking back little tears of emphatic joy for his comrades. From the sands, Bakull gawps a bit more. "Didja see that? That was an Impression," he tells the shorter fellow beside him. A brilliant fellow, this big Keroon-bred boy. Kaila watches patiently before she shouts out any congratulations, trying to make sure that he does impress, before she does. So she waits. And pretty impatiently too.. And she's noticing the galleries are about ready to pop... She applauds and cheers as she realizes the brown has found a lifemate.. in Corman. "Congratulations, Corman!" she shouts down, though chances are he won't hear. From the sands, Kells hastily backs away from the rearing dragonet, almost tripping over Henwen in the process. "Corman! Oh, Corman, he's /yours/!" Her mouth gapes in awe Sanoreh slips in, holding her skirts up and nudges to the front of the eldges. She takes a deep breath and then smiles faintly, spotting her friends and watches quietly. From the sands, Immortal Leviathan Brown Dragonet washes across the sands, raising billowing wingsails as he drifts to a stop before Corman. Sea reaches shore and the bond is forged. From the sands, Pentala glances to check on both brown and newest blue, oooing with a pride- that's /her/ friend. "I think it's got Corman, it's got Corman..." she mutters, jerking down on Sitric's hand. "Wha' Impress?" demands Keani in a louder-than-polite tone. "Wanna know!" Keelin quietly replies, "When a dragon finds who they like. Keani," and her tone softens even more, "Please don't yell." Shula gets her attention pulled away from one of the eggs as Risto tugs her sleeve. Noticing Corman and the brown, Shula yells congratulations. Kaila catches the unmistakable form of Sanoreh, waving her to stand and watch. She is by the stairs, after all, bring pushed out. Valora settles in for the long haul, leaning forward to get a better view of the happenings down below. "My.. but it's been a while.." she murmurs to no one in particular. Kestrel catches Valora's invitation belatedly perhaps, but not too late. In fact, it's just in time. Save her! She rises to her feet, "Excuse me, won't you? There's an old friend I'd like to catch up with." And she begins working her way towards Valora with murmured excuse me's. How the dust ridden person knows the name of Brekka is beyond her. Has Cait really been gone and changed /that/ long and much? Seems so. "Valora! How good to see you again." She greets the retired weyrwoman with warmth and yes, relief. Continued in Part 2 Back to Fort Weyr Logs |