Fort Weyr's Fall 1999 Hatching (Part 2)

Fort Weyr's Fall 1999 Hatching (Part 2)
Saturday, November 6, 1999

Gold Tanrhith & Brown Anuith

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Log courtesy of Arnica
POV from the Galleries
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From the sands, "Corman? Wha?" Aselan is lost for a moment in the sea of candidates, eggs and now, dragonets. "Corman!" Yes, he finally sees the brown make his selection. "You were right, Brekks," he mentions offhandedly to the first of their group to become a new rider.

Alakan glances over his shoulder, up towards Keani and Keelin, a faint chuckle escapes directed at the kid before he returns attention to the sands, and in particular his sister Pen.

From the sands, With a final burst, what is hidden with Sky's Edge pushes its way outwards, not to be denied.

From the sands, With a resounding crack, a fissure rends the heavens, from sun kissed zenith to the very roots of the wasteland. The web of destruction spreads across the Sky's Edge Egg, and not even the stars are free from this ending. Yet, the death of one world heralds the birth into another.

From the sands, Temerarious Gryphon Blue Dragonet
From the sands, Keen eyes gleam over the sharp, raptor curve of dusky muzzle, a counterpoint to the impulsive clutching of dagger sharp talons. Vibrant hues flow like liquid jewels to feather across the short, eagerly held neck, and broad expanse of chest. Wide diaphanous wings echo the featherings of color, from indigo to azure, while impetuous glints of burnished copper mark wingspars and tips of ridges. Dusk reclaims the underlying bulk of body, and trails behind him to wide tailfork, concealing the power ready to fling him headlong into action.

From the sands, Sunrise Sleeping Egg hesitates to do it, but the urge is irresistable: it gives the barest hint of a shimmy, managing to upset some of the sand that is mounded around it.

Sanoreh glances over and smiles softly to Kaila, she moves quickly to the girls side and exhales. "Such excitment.." She says in a voice just loud enough for her companien to hear.

Jaden arches an eyebrow, already high on his forehead, now it would be covered by his bangs, if he had enough hair. But he doesn't. "Shh..," he says, abstractedly, to the small, loud child. Just to reinforce her mother's admonition.

From the sands, Piraul suddenly emits a large belch. "Southern barking vtol, somebody oughta kill it, quick!" He laughs at his own humor. An aristocratic blonde sniffs and walks away in obvious disgust.

From the sands, Faint smile crosses lips as dark blue eyes rise to the heavens. Corman's arms fly wide as he calls out: "He says his name's Maelotath!"

Valora grins openly at the Masterharper, her left hand patting the bench next to her.

Risto calming down for minute, he looks at Shula, "I hope Pentala Impresses."

Kaila wrinkles her nose, grinning. "Hey there.." she calls, catching the hatching of yet another blue. Too many. At the faint sound of Corman's voice, she grins. Maelotath, hm?

From the sands, Kindri watches as yet another blue hatches and looks to the sunrise sleeping egg, Kindri watches and hears Corman announce the brown's name and waves, "Congrats Corman!"

Tomias grins. Two harperfolk!

From the sands, Brekka is lost in her lifemates mind hugging her too her "Oh I know your hungry. Soon Kirlith." her own stomach growls as she looks around and grins widely. Aselan and Adder are sent encouraging grins. As are the rest of her friends. Standing arms still around Kirlith she grins at Aselan "Congrats Corman." she calls out then with a soft "C'mon Kirlith." she and he stumble away from the others looking towards V'zan and Zorya with a 'what do I do now look?'

From the sands, Sitric raises a cheer! Or, would raise it, if Penta didn't have his arm pinned down. Perhaps he'll lower a cheer, instead. "Corman! Congratulations! " Hop, hop, hop...

From the sands, Eternal Defender Blue Dragonet lumbers a slow circle and starts towards the gaggle of riders before realizing they are not quite wearing white. Well. As his head swings from one side to the other, the shard of shell still on his head finally falls off. Ooh, wait, over there? Eagerly, with far too much warblish noise, he turns and tromps towards the candidates.

From the sands, Tzion squeaks and wiggles in the sand, hot feet forgetting the fire beneath. "Oo! Congrats Cor! Maelowhatever!" Oh, bad Tiz. How uncouth. "Beautiful!" Gaze, happy and shining, sweeps over the rest of the sands- stopping upon two other dragonets. "Uh..when did /they/ get here?" she quivers out.

From the sands, Puros once again looks a moment behind Tzion to see the moment of Impression...and this time, he recognizes it right off the bat. "Wooo." His reaction is still muted, perhaps with a sense of unreality. "That's two, now, right?" Probably more, but two are all he's actually laid his eyes upon.

Shula nods and looks at Risto. "I hope so. Do you think she'll get that bronze?" A hint of a smile plays across her lips, knowing it will never happen. "I'm just kidding, but I hope she Impresses!"

From the sands, Perrie listens to the announcement of another name, fingers tangling in the soft fabric of her robe. "Another blue!" There is only one place her attention is at the moment.

Risto grows excited again, "Oh I hope so!"

From the sands, C'man runs a loving hand to the brown's shoulder as he assists the hatchling to walk over and off to the side to join V'zan and Brekka and Kirlith. "C'mon, pal. We've got to get out of the way now."

Caitlin frowns slightly at Kestrel's abrubt departure "But I know Valora as well?" She is slightly bemused and then shrugs and stands to follow Kestrel, she nods at Valora "Hello Valora. Mind if I join you two as well?" She smiles at the rider who is next to the empty spot which Valora gestures to "Do you mind, G'ppy?" The rider doesn't seem to and shifts down further and Caitlin settles herself comfortably "Ahh much better view."

From the sands, Pentala gasps at the name, repeating "Maelotath!" unnecessarily to Sitric. "Congratulations Corman! Wait... is he still Corman?" she asks of Tzion, face falling at the newest. "Green." Duh.

Keani's eyes fasten upon a particular dark-haired Candidate.

From the sands, V'zan pipes up from the background, "New Impressees, please, guide your lifemates off to the side, away from the press of the crowd."

From the sands, Kells 's eyes are glued to Corman and his Maelotath,, together forever. "Oh Corman, how wonderful.." She steps futher back, and tearing her eyes away, seeks out the newest arrivals.

Telgar_Guest climbs up the stairs from the entrance.

Valora does take pause to glance.. then frown at the dusty personage following the Masterharper. "Forgive me. I know you? Granted, I've been away from Fort for ages, but I would think I've not been gone so long..."

From the sands, Zorya looks dismayed. "This always goes too fast," she murmurs. A pat to her braids and a brilliant smile to Brekka.

From the sands, Theban Riddle Egg trembles lest it be forgotten. Runic chain and quadruple braid strain around shell's surface.

From the sands, Temerarious Gryphon Blue Dragonet pushes out of his egg so hard he lands upon his muzzle, making an odd sound as he lands, and struggles to his feet. Thin, sleek limbs push himself up as the newly-hatched dragonet struggles to his feet, and stands by his egg a moment before starting to the throng of candidates. No time like the present!

Caitlin laughs gaily at Valora and holds out her hand "Well Valora it has been a time but I didn't think too long." She glances down at her clothes "Not my most finest apparal, Caitlin, Harper Master at your service Weyrwoman."

"Penta!" Keani calls joyfully, squirming to escape her mother's lap. "Down." Finally managing it, the child dashes off to the near-front of the galleries, determined to cheer for her friend. (Though she's not entirely sure what she's cheering for...).

From the sands, Puros answers Tzion's question, despite the fact that it probably doesn't need it: "While the others were Impressing." Oh, this group of Candidates has such a good collective grasp of obvious...not to mention each other's hands. With an effort, Puros forces his hand to relax its grip at least slightly.

Valora blinks repeatedly..

Valora says, "Cait? My /goodness/."

Caitlin laughs even louder "Have I changed that much?"

Sky-blue eyes glance over equally colored dragon hatchlings..or at least they appear so. Hazarding a few blinks, Kaila adds in a rubbing of eyes. Did she miss anything?

Valora says, "Where have you been, dear?"

From the sands, Tree Of Knowledge Egg shudders, tempest-racked, the end of the world fast approaching. Twitching lower half starts to crumple, dragon-gnawed indeed at its once-solid roots.

From the sands, Adharsuil watches the eggs crack open one by one, the knot in his stomach growing with each resounding crack. Eyes go once more to the heaving Theban Riddle Egg, wondering when the questions it raises will be answered finally.

Jaden repeats, for apparently no-one's benefit, since the loud child has now escaped her mother's grasp and is yelling down into the sands, "Sh. I'm trying to watch."

M'arc tastes the name: "Maelotath. Sounds nice." To which pronouncement, Muireann nods, braid bobbing, and then points to the newest of the new-hatched. "*He's* handsome."

From the sands, Brekka smiles at Zorya and with a nudge her and Kirlith dance over to the edge of the sands. Arms going about him to watch the others. "Look Kirlith. Corman impressed. Wonder who's next?"

Kestrel seats herself next to Valora and gives her a wide-eyed look and a shrug of apology and question. She doesn't know who the person is either. Familiar thing isn't she. And then her mouth simply drops open. Shock. Yep. And sun-kissed eyes echo Valora's blinking, and then her words, "Cait? Cait?" And then she nods, "Yes. I had no /idea/ it was you!"

Gaze slips back over Alakan's shoulder to Keani again...she knows Pen? Well true 'nuff, theres every chance he can't quite possibly be the /only/ one cheering for his sis. A faint shrug and eyes drop back to the sand, skimming over Pen for a second and then settling back on the Charnel Nest egg, he wants /that/ one to hatch.

From the sands, Sitric echoes the wonderful name to the Candidate behind him. "It's Maelotath. " He suddenly whips his head around. "Tzion.. Penta.... It /moved/! " Yes! It's an egg, and it moved! How marvelous!

From the sands, Kindri watches as she Tree of Knowledge looks as if it's preparing to hatch and she looks in awe at it...remembering the feelings she got when she touched it...maybe it'll hatch a green and maybe be hers...

From the sands, Tzion just shakes her head sedately at Penta, "C'or, or C'an, or something, I'm sure. Who knows...," she turns a droll look to Puros, tightening her grip as his loosens. Trying to escape, eh? Hazel eyes drift back to the sands, giggling, then awwwing as one of the blues does a nosedive in the sands. "Poor bebbe.."

From the sands, Eternal Defender Blue Dragonet sees a target. Dressed in white, it's hard to tell the difference. But his path leads him directly across his blue sibling's course. And almost directly over his blue sibling. Oh bother. Excuse, please? Backing up a step, he snorts something apologetic and looks a different direction.

Caitlin brushes a lock of her hair out of her eyes again "As my daughter used to say 'splorin." She smiles "I've been exploring Northern and Southern, collection information and knowledge. You might say I was returning to my roots, but I have been in the wilds." She looks at Kes in bewilderment and shakes her head "You didn't recognise me? By the first egg who did you think I was?"

Keani turns to the one complaining, a definite pout forming on her face. "Don' care." she states flatly, then returns to cheering for her friend and former (if reluctant) playmate. "'enta!!"

From the sands, Bakull's head moves back and forth, trying to watch everything at once. Dizzied by the constant scanning of the sands, his feet tangle once more and send him stumbling into his buddy, the other Keroon candidate. "Sorry," he mumbles and shoots another sheepish look to the galleries.

Kaila ponders some of the traditional dragons shortening of names. Testing out a random one, thanks to Corman's name, she grins. "C'mon, C'man." Giggle, giggle, laugh, laugh. She's so full of herself right now.

From the sands, Pentala pulls hands on either side of her. Still there? Good. She blinks at Sitric's excitement then says, "It did? Wha... Oh, right, an egg." Who poured the numbweed on Penta's brain?

Jaden sighs, and makes a show of clearing his throat. Kids these days. Why, when /he/ was a youngster...

Khrys appears from **BETWEEN**

From the sands, Piraul tugs at his collar. "Shore is hot. I gotta itch." And so he does. In a place where most polite folks would not dream of itching. He indeed itches it. A great deal. And clearly steps on another southern barking vtol. He doesn't seem to notice that the rest of the candidates have moved away. Nor does he seem to notice that half of Pern is watching him itch. *There*

From the sands, Temerarious Gryphon Blue Dragonet looks up as Eternal Defender comes close to trampling him, and simply ignores him. Persevere, that is the key, is it not? He makes his way past a small throng of candidates, looking over them quickly. Nope, not here. Onto the next! Has to be somewhere, after all!

From the sands, Kells regrasps Sitric's hand and grips it tightly. He may never paint again. "See? The blues..." Forever coherent, yep. At least she's standing.

Valora tilts a look at the poor bedraggled Caitlin. "I've been off these last few turns at Igen. I guess you didn't make it across those blazing desert sands, else I would have run up on you once or twice."

Telgar_Guest mounts the distance up to the viewing ledges.

From the sands, Kindri shakes as she watches all the eggs, the hatchlings and the other candidates and tries to hide behind Adder as she is nervous...maybe if none see her she won't have to be in the attention of everyone.

From the sands, Perrie gulps, eyes widening further as the blues coss paths and then continues on.

Kaila idly wonders if this is a sexist clutch. Not a single green thus far. She isn't expecting a gold, of course not, but not a single green? Hmm..

Kestrel grins sheepishly now and shrugs, "I'm sorry. To be honest I had no idea /who/ you were. Thought you were some slightly deranged person." She chuckles, "No hard feelings? You /are/ rather dusty and dishevelled at the moment." Her interest is piqued by Valora's words, "Igen? How fascinating! I'd love to hear about it!"

From the sands, Puros isn't trying to escape -- just trying not to crush. He remembers, after an uncomfortably long interval, to shift his feet, redistributing the contact with the sand. "Man. Falling down on sand this hot has gotta sting," he observes as he watches the split hatchling.

Ignoring any further comments, Keani takes advantage of her small size to wriggle, push and squirm her way up to the front. Keelin, to her credit, does attempt to catch her daughter, but to no avail. And it's not likely that she'd be able to push her way up to the front...

Caitlin smiles "Even the blazing desert is a little too hot for me, that was my next destination then a few missives caught up with me and I decided it was about time I saw what was happening up here, see if the hall was still standing without me." She laughs softly and looks at her clothes again and sighs "I knew I should have stopped to change. Those carts do kick up a lot of dust, I left my runner in Southern unfortunately." She giggles "Deranged, well you've got that right, of course no hard feelings." She slips an arm around Kestrel "Missed you I have."

From the sands, Eternal Defender Blue Dragonet moves around the temerarious obstacle and continues his interrupted path towards... Hey, hey, hey. Not in public! Don't you know they can see you? Up to Piraul he trudges and peers suspiciously. Silly boy.

From the sands, Tzion bounces up and down in her spot now, a veritable ball of energy is she.   A nod goes to Puros, "Yeah.. Hey! They're swarming all /over/," she squeaks out through a giggle, turning her head this way and that to catch glimpse of any one, and most particularly the perservering blue. "Hey, he's /cute/."

Kaila is slowly falling further and further away from her original viewing spot. Having just about had it, she nearly growls at the people in close proximity, managing to pull herself into her second viewing spot. Not as good as the first, maybe, but still good enough.

From the sands, Aselan's gaze shifts to the Fiery Peak of Lycia egg, watching it for signs of life. Of movement. Of anything. "It's hot," he murmurs, going for the obvious as his mind has little room for anything else.

Valora turns her attention back to Kestrel, an interesting smile twisting her lips. "We do need to talk, my dear Masterharper. There is much going on back in my homeland that your Hall might find of interest."

From the sands, Piraul gulps. Piraul opens his mouth wide, like a fish. "Uhh...."

Alakan glances to the left as Keani makes her way down near the front where he already is (it's good to be the first one here). He leans near the girl and whispers "You know Pen?" certainly wasn't going to call up to the child from down here, but sence she's close enough...

From the sands, Kells notices the scratching candidate and the attention he's getting; from a hatchling. Well, there's no accounting for draconic tastes, isn't that the saying? Kells sighs and continues her shuffling hop.

From the sands, Theban Riddle Egg rolls lazily, tilting one wash of azure toward the galleries. Maybe soon, maybe not.

From the sands, Daedal Passage Egg shifts in place, twisting around to lie on its side. As much of a side as an ovoid could have. But maybe the 'top' is now up?

From the sands, Kindri feels the heat getting to her a bit and looks like she's about to pass out, her legs swaying and unsteady...the herder looks around as she watches a blue go up to that odd boy.

From the sands, Br'kka watches from the side of the sands arms draped around her lifemate, seems they are keeping a running coversation. Kirlith's tail wraps around her waist and he croons and shifts. He's /hungry/!

Sara makes her way through the crowd, at least careful to not tred any toes, and comes to find a spot near the Xanadian goldrider. At least, the trademaster is familiar enough with her to know her by sight. "G'day, Weyrwoman Muireann," she greets, arranging herself. She flicks a glance to the Sands then back to the rider. "It goes well?"

From the sands, Temerarious Gryphon Blue Dragonet stops near a pair of candidates, and seems to pause, spotting /something/. Is it the boy? He leans up, and almost seems to sniff, though of course it's not something as simple as scent. Hmm. Could be. Or the girl? Again, a considering glance, then back again. Maybe it's him...hmmm. Could be? He kicks the sand up, glancing between the two.

From the sands, Eternal Defender Blue Dragonet butts into Piraul's knee and nearly takes the lad off his feet. Mine, for better or worse.

Attention dragged from the Hatching, Keani glances up at Alakan and nods. "'enta nice." she states, offering an impartially bright smile to the unknown man. It seems that Keani's never learned the 'don't talk to strangers' rule; she'll talk to anyone.

Kaila starts to fall. Fall, Kaila, Fall! And fall she does, only thankfully just on her butt. Thankfully? Well, she could have fallen down the stairs. Gazing around at the legs that are suddenly surrounding her, she frantically tries to stand. Noticing, in her vain search for a way up, that there is a view from down here, she stops protesting and rests head on hand to watch the proceedings.

Zoshan 's mouth is still agape, taking every second of this moment

From the sands, Sitric isn't watching the hatchlings anymore. He's egg-watching. "I /know/ there's a dragon in there somewhere... " Duh. "Didn't you see it move, Kells? I'm sure it moved! " /Sure/, Sitric... An egg, moving! During a hatching, nonetheless!

From the sands, Pentala pauses as she attempts to jab a finger in Piraul's direction. Poor Sitric. "Look, look, another!" she hisses, consistant compacting of sands below her resulting in a dusty bottom hem. She wriggles Tzion's hand, saying, "Didn't we muck with him once?"

From the sands, C'man peers over from where he's got his hand on Mael's shoulder, smiling warmly at Br'kka and Kirlith. The brown looks up at him, eyes tinged with hunger, but he seems to be waiting for now, patient.

From the sands, P'aul suddenly shouts, a wide grin overtaking his face. "Hey Babeth! Hey Babeth!"

From the sands, Adharsuil allows himself a chuckle as Kindri tries to hide behind his tall and lanky form. "It's no use Kindri, if they want you they'll find you, sure enough." Despite his words he stands a little taller, just to be sure. The Theban Riddle Egg proves to be just as tantalizing now as it did when it was still. Moreso, considering the circumstances.

Kestrel returns the one-armed embrace with one of her own. Her eyes twinkle with delight as she raises a finger to waggle it admonishingly before Cait's nose, "Yes. I missed you too. I have a small bone to pick about that message you sent back awhile ago. You know. Around the time /this/ got placed?" She flicks the intricate knot on her shoulder before turning her attention back to Valora. Interest, keen and bright lights her eyes, "I look forward to it, most definitely, Weyrwoman." She uses the old title from respect and habit. Oh and she can't /wait/ to hear about Igen.

Alyxa is still sitting quietly in the corner watching with a grin on her face.

Telgar_Guest skitters cautiously down from the viewing ledges.

Sanoreh looks down abruptly and arches an eyebrow. "Are you alright Kaila?" She asks, steeping over, her long skirts held up with one hand. The other offerd to Kaila. "I dont think you can really see from down there, can you?" Deep blue eyes twinkle as she trys to lighten the situation.

Shula mounts the distance up to the viewing ledges.

Alakan grins "Your right about that, though most people don't agree, I'm Alakan, Penta's brother." well foster brother, but whos keeping track. He lets eyes drop to the sands again, back to pen, smile lit brightly on his face.

Telgar_Guest takes the stairs down towards the bowl exit.

Unless, of course, that anyone is asking Keani to hush. Then she'll just pout. Jaden goes back to buffing his nails, watching everyone impartially now. At least the child isn't screaming at the moment.

From the sands, Kindri sighs seeing another Impression and claps quietly, she peers to the gryphon blue and then to Adder but doesn't respond to his comment...she can wish she could blend into a wall...

From the sands, Sunrise Sleeping Egg twitches slightly -- quickly -- then stops. It leans precariously to one side, but stubbornly refuses to fall.

From the sands, Tzion has been mistaken for a boy, before? Well. If one sees her with/out/ the bulky robe, one could tell that that was a fallacy. But that's not gunna happen. Not on the sands, anyways. "Uh..," her mouth flops open to Pentala's comment. "I think so? Wasn't he the one who ate a piece of the muck?" Mmm. Tasty.

From the sands, Auzzey laments, "Another one? I missed another one! That's it!" She pushes between two other candidates, planting a sandaled foot on one of the candidate's, causing him to shift to the side, making 'ouch' noises. Freedom is glimpesd. Or rather, the eggs. Finally.

Caitlin laughs at the waggling finger and looks most innocent "Which message was that?" She grins and then smiles at Valora "I would like to listen is as well." She nods "That is if you don't mind, I wish I could have made it to Igen."

From the sands, Tree Of Knowledge Egg tilts and begins to fall, spiderwebbing cracks of white appearing everywhere. Now, it is the end of the world....

From the sands, Striated branches and entwining roots uncoil in elegant serpentines around the Tree of Knowledge Egg, their delicately crazed surface a more complex image than ever. For a moment, purest white flashes, before coppered plumage breaks the ethereal veil of bedewed cobwebs, knowledge emerging to completeness in a slow, deliberate rise to power.

From the sands, Copper-Plumed Simurgh Brown Dragonet
From the sands, The narrow, incredible length of pinions is fletched with striated patterns, auburn and copper against deep, rich oak. Veils of light and shadow swathe the cinnabar and jasper-brown of his sleek flanks, and their muted gloss beneath glints of other hues is opulence scarcely to be imagined. Crackle-glass creases fracture the smoky quartz of paler, deeply keeled chest, and lean shoulders tilt forward in tigers-eye eagerness. A flourishing glory of green-and-cinnamon tail eclipses the promise of aquiline profile, while dizzying eyes drink awe in their arching sockets.

From the sands, Puros watches the Impression of the ...uncultured Piraul with a wrinkled forehead. "Weird. I guess it takes all kinds to make a Weyr," he states, although his assessment carries a rather dubious tone.

Hearing Sanoreh's voice, Kaila turns towards and up at her. She nods, but wrinkles her nose. "Yeah.. I'm fine... And yes, there is a view." Hand points to the small windowish sized hole, moving sky-blue eyes to follow, catching the hatching of yet another brown. She sighs. "All males.." Not that that's a bad thing..

From the sands, Fiery Peak of Lycia Egg waits. For the right time. For the right one. Not a shimmer, not a crack.

"Heya Sara!" Muire murmurs something to M'arc and the pair scootch further down the bench to give more room. "It does indeed go well. And look at the dragonets!" Her voice raises in excitement as her hand gestures toward the sands. "Aren't they gorgeous?"

From the sands, Daedal Passage Egg ripples and turns and twitches and...decides to seek an exit into a new maze.

From the sands, Daedal Passage Egg makes an abrupt, charging roll from its sandy bed. Ivy hedgerows turn back on themselves, stampeding over russet earth, obliterating the tenuous trail through labyrinthine turns. Complexity knots at the center, only to be torn loose by the unstoppable onslaught of the dragonet bursting free upon the sands.

From the sands, Raging Minotaur Bronze Dragonet
From the sands, Tarnished tribute, beaten bronze beneath a thick skin of molten earth folds his frame into the figure of a timeless warrior. Brassy headknobs curl back, pointing needle-sharp destruction along rows of jagged plates that project from a wide-flat brow downward to the split of a lashing tail. Even his 'sails are stained with blood's true red along spar and edge, just as granite-grey talon's reach is tainted with a raw and ravaged fleshtone.

Valora looks directly into Caitlin's eyes, her own smile brightening.. "Perhaps you shall as yet make it Master Cait. Perhaps you shall.".. but attention is once again diverted by the coppery brown fellow down below. "Lovely coloring on that one."

From the sands, Kindri watches the tree of knowledge egg crack open and a brown fall out tho it seems more copper, she grins, maybe him...maybe not... she wattche sthe others as she sees a bronze hatch and her jaw drops...wow! A bronze...

Telgar_Guest climbs up the stairs from the entrance.

Sanoreh leans a little, to peer in the window like hole. "Aah...I see.." She stands back up and looks down on the sands with a curiouse twitch of her shoulders. "Your right..they are all males. Isnt that a little odd?" Softly said as she

Kaila opens her eyes wide, forming an 'o' yet again with her mouth. Maybe all males, but now there's a bronze... Wow..

Risto tugs at Shula, 'Oh look there's Pentala's bronze!"

"'Nother brown!" Keani calls, flinging an arm towards the newly-hatched brow. "An... an'... whassat c'lor?" she asks, shifting her aim to the bronze. "Kea know! It purple!" Delight at her answer floods both her voice and face; Kea's sure it's correct!

Sara regards the dragons, eyes ranging over those who have Impressed, and those who remain. Seeing who she wishes to, she smiles, pleased. "Aye, they be nice 'nough. Fer dragons, if ye like them sorts." Of course, Sara doesn't particularly warm to the newborns of any species, including her own. Messy messy.

Telgar_Guest mounts the distance up to the viewing ledges.

From the sands, Adharsuil's mouth drops open at the sight of the emerging bronze, echoing the action of his hidden friend. "Even this small they are magnificent." he whispers.

Kaila nods, making herself tear away from the bronze. "Quite strange.. I do hope that there's at least /one/ female.." she says, her head automatically gravitating to see the hatchlings.

From the sands, Sitric bounces. Yes, he bounces. Pity Kells and Pentala are still attached to him. "Look! It's /hatched/! " Shreak. "It hatched! It's a /brown/! Isn't it /beautiful/? " No doubt Kells and Pentala are slowly being deafened. "It's a /brown/! Such beautiful mixes of /colors/.... "

From the sands, Kells looks from one hatchling to the next, struck over and over by the wonder of it all. Blue, brown, /bronze/, hides newly wet, sparkle. " Hey, Penta, there's yours!" she laughs, pointing to the bronze.

From the sands, Zorya sighs loudly. "Shells. Two turns worth of barking vtol jokes." She quickly herds P'ual and Babith off the sands with a bemused expression.

From the sands, Bakull boggles as the minotaur bronze stampedes onto the sands. "Lookee there, he's a big'un!"

Alakan chuckles quietly and offers to Keani "Not purple I'm afraid, close to it but not quite, that's bronze."

From the sands, Tzion hops from foot to foot, now, eyes continuously glancing from hatchling to hatchling, staying more on the blues than anything. "Oh, look. A brown.. /and/ a bronze! Look Penta! A bronze!" Hand is shook. "Loooook!"

From the sands, Aselan sidles along the sand toward Tzion and Puros and Pentala and Sitric. Safety in numbers is the thought as he lingers at the edges of the candidate clump. Oh, Kells is there too. The dragonets that have hatched are looked over, eyes still wide.

From the sands, Pentala's eyes widen at the bronze dragonet and she waggles the arm attached to Tzion's. "Loooook at that bronze! Isn't it adorable?" She turns to Sitric. "Yes, it's lovely, isn't it?" Kells is giggled at and Sitric is prodded on. "It's wonderful, Sitric!"

Attention re-directed to where it really belongs at this moment, Kestrel focuses on the sands and the new and latest arrivals. Her head nods in agreement, "Oh yes. Mind you, I think they've all be quite lovely. It really is a marvelous first clutch." Surely they can be forgiven being distracted for a few moments?

Jaden leans back and crosses one leg over the other. That fingernail still needs a bit of attention. Not that he isn't fascinated by the hatching, but one simply cannot have a rough nail. It just wouldn't do.

From the sands, Again, he glances. He. She. He. She. So engrossed in his consideration, Temerarious Gryphon Blue stumbles as the sand shifts underneath him, again plowing into the sand in front of Tzion. Oops. Overenthusiastic, one might say.

Kaila watches the rather involved little blue, giggling quite loudly as sand is sprayed.

Keani's face falls. "Oh." she says flatly, chin drooping from its former proud position. "I t'ink purple." Enough with the moping; whatever the color, it's got to Impress Penta. "'Enta gonna 'press!" she cries happily.

Caitlin follows both Kestrel's and Valora's glance to see all the hatchlings "Most impressive indeed and I suppose you can't argue with a search dragon even though it lost me my apprentice." She smiles at Valora again "I will look forward to visiting then." She returns her glance to the sands to see who will be chosen next.

Zella is loudly sniffling to herself. "Awwwwww... They're all so /little/, and /ugly/, and..." She trails off, caught, no doubt, in memories. Sigh. Reminisce. (Someplace not too far away, Kyaarth voices a draconic grumble. Reeeeeally.)

From the sands, Kindri looks as she sees the gryphon blue stumble and plow into the sand in front of Tzion...ooo...she glances towards Tzion, "Gee they just tumble for ya now?" Is that a spark of enthusiasm and outgoing in the shy one.

From the sands, Kells 's arm is hopelessly jerked about, but does she mind? No! She joins him in jumping; it helps cool her feet better than hopping. "Tzzy!" she fairly screeches.

From the sands, Charnel Nest Egg continues to motionlessly lurk upon the sands, biding its time. Whatever rests inside this funureal shell seems in no hurry to rise.

From the sands, Tzion giggles nervously as Pentala and she have the same reaction, but flash of ecstatic blue catches her attention again and she looks down, down, d- "Aww! He /fell/ a/gain/," she squeals, interlocked fingers tugging on the hands holding them. "Can I help him? Can I? That sand is /hot/?"

From the sands, Pentala's insistant cooing at the new metallic dragonet is stifled by a tinny shriek. "It's a, it's a, it's a..." she mumbles, backing away. Unfortunately, Tzion's hand is still clung to. So she backs away, their arm-connection forming an arch.

"Journeyman, Cait." Kestrel reminds gently and without taking her eyes from the sands this time.

From the sands, Puros notices the sidling of Aselan and lifts a hand to wave at him -- one of his hands /is/ still free after all. The thump of the Gryphon Blue jolts him back to the action in front of him however, with a visible start. "Ee-yipe!" Involuntarily, he takes a half-step back, leaving Tzion further forward than he.

Caitlin looks taken aback momentarily and then waves nochalantly "Apprentice, Journeyman, you are still my apprentice Kes." She shakes her head and laughs

From the sands, Raging Minotaur Bronze Dragonet seems hardly inclined to sit and wait. Whirling eyes skim once over the assorted candidates. Thoughtful perusal? Nope. Just picking the closest one. And with a strong (if young) bellow, he charges! And stumbles on his own wings.

Muireann chuckles, amused. "Well /I/ like 'em anyhow," she offers with a broad grin for the Trademaster. "Ach look! That bronze is rather... rugged..." She leans forward, squinting slightly, though not without a teasing glance back at M'arc, who snorts, good-naturedly.

Kaila cringes as another hatchling takes a fall. "Clumsy, aren't they?" she quips, knowing quite well that they always are.

From the sands, Adharsuil watches the drama unfold over at the other knot of candidates with great amusement. "Aw, the poor little guy. Just stumbling over himself in excitement." Silently he is thankful he can stand still, afraid he'd shortly join the blue on the sands.

Zoshan laughs silently at the bronze

From the sands, Perrie hops from foot to foot, watching as more and more Candidates turn into Weyrlings around her.

Laytonal gets up, stretches, then manages to muscle his way over to Kaila for some company, and a good view.

From the sands, Temerarious Gryphon Blue Dragonet struggles back to his feet on his own. He's always one for just /doing/ it, you see. No hanging back for this fellow. As he rises, he bangs against Tzion's legs, and blinks, glancing up at her, tilting his head to the side. Ahh. Now he sees.

From the sands, Kindri looses her balance finally. It was bound to happen to the poor shy herder, she just drops to the sands.

From the sands, A tilt of head brings Temerarious Gryphon Blue Dragonet within reach of klah colored curls, a taste is enough to confirm. With a low, calm, rumbling purr, keen eyes seek out Tzions before feathered wings spread to hide his chosen treasure from view.

Much as he'd like to watch just that certain egg and Penta, Alak finds his gaze drawn by the bronze...or is that purple...well anyhow, it's niftys.

From the sands, Aselan smiles broadly back to Puros, reaching out for the other man's hand. "I feel silly, but it really helps to have someone's hand to squeeze," he says, sheepish. "Keeps me rooted on the spot, I think."

Kestrel finds it her turn to look taken aback for just a moment as she simply must look at Caitlin now. And then she laughs, nodding, "True. I see your point." She leans closer and murmurs, "Just please try not to point that out in front of the apprentices at the Hall? Hmmm?" They already think she's nuts, how much respect would she retain if Cait reminded her to wash her hands or something before dinner?

From the sands, "Yee haw!" Bakull whoops in the excitement of the moment. Dragonets are watched with another ungainly tangling of his own limbs. Coordination's a ways in the future.

From the sands, Copper-Plumed Simurgh Brown Dragonet flutters unbelievably long wings, stretching, testing, as he tries the ground outside of the only place /he/ ever knew. Shoulders tense, and he leans forward, eyes refracting cinnamon and garnet as the brown makes ready. Step, and step, he takes, lurching with an awkwardness that grates against his beauty. A moment is taken in contemplation, sitting still as That Tail lashes and flicks. Then he greets his golden dam and his dark sire with a sudden, birdlike sweep of wings as head lowers courtiously.

Kaila manages to feel a person leaning onto her, and manages to flatten herself against the wall in order to escape injury. The person rights herself, apologizing, and Kaila spots the source of her fall. Laytonal. Offering a small wave, she turns towards the view.

From the sands, Fiery Peak of Lycia Egg moves suddenly and violently, erupting sand in a fine spray of gold. Cracks literally smash the shell apart.

Laytonal chuckles. "Sorry, Kaila."

From the sands, Kindri sits on the sands, too hot and tired to really care much to get up...despite the heat she just wipes her forehead with her sleeve as the heat makes her feel a bit dizzy. Better to sit and hope then stand and pass out isn't it?

From the sands, Scarlet summits crack and fall, in a rockslide of tiny fragments. Verdant pastures relinquish to the heave of a solitary thumb-hook as the crags of the base are rent unexpectedly, shoved upward before all the mountainous Fiery Peak of Lycia Egg crumbles in a flash of flame-white membrane, tumbling chaos from its ruin.

From the sands, Chaotic Chimera Blue Dragonet
From the sands, Lightning flares on his curving spars, fierce heat-shimmer stretched between, smudged and dusky. Talons' crook echoes spars', their unrelenting curl accented by coppery edging. Lean, almost caprine body has ash-flecks amid its streaked indigo and flame-heart blue, while the thick, majestic crest of neck and shortness of face is distinctly leonine, tawny intermingling with simmering blue-white. Eyes are slanting, with flame's hues a-tumble in their sharp whirl, as canny as the spiked twist of his lazy tail.

From the sands, Br'kka grins at Kirlith "Look Kirlith. Another one." he rumbles softly in answer and nudges Brekks gently. "I know. Hang on. Soon."

From the sands, Kells can only jump higher in elation for her friend. "Tzzy! You've done it! Ooh, Sitric, look at the brown bowing...as mannered as you!"

Caitlin laughs softly "OK dear I will try not to reveal anything too slanderous about your character in front of the apprentices, dear MasterHarper." She grins, trying to think up good memories she can accidently let slip, she smiles "Congratulations by the way." She smiles "Ooh another blue, isn't he fierce."

From the sands, Pentala eeks, dropping the hand like fire. Not as if it could compare with her feets' temperature, but... "T/zi/on, it's a... Are you still Tzion?" Whimper. She glances at her egg, then pauses as another blue hatches. "Oooh, Aselan," she hisses over as the fiery egg erupts.

Sara quirks a grin at Muireann, watching the Sands warily. "Well, would be a sad state o' affairs if ye dinna like dragons, Weyrwoman." Imagine the lectures a gold dragon could give their lifemate on /that/. She studies the bronze and nods in agreement. She'll take Muireann's word on the description. "Seem rather... gangly t'me." Imagine if one had to use diapers on them... Weavers could make a /fortune/ in linen sales alone to the Weyrs.

Kaila shrugs, turning once again towards Laytonal. "S'allright." she says, catching the hatching of another..blue. Dang.. All males? Very strange.. "So how're you?" she asks, not having been able to ask before.

Keani simply stares at the chaos, pout completely forgotten. "Lookee! Lookee!" she calls, eyes sparkling with mirth at both the Candidates' and the hatchlings' antics. "Good play!" So it seems to Keani, at least.

From the sands, Tzion successfully breaks free of her Candidates as the bump against her legs sends a jerk through her tiny body. A name spills forth in joyful brandishment: "Rashkaeth! Careful!" She giggles, hands dropping to the azure muzzle, then she gasp, "Rash...kaeth?" Tears spring to her eyes, and though congratulations are heard through the roar of mindlink, she can do naught but focus on her ..new lifemate. Arms fling about blue neck and she grins, ear to ear, giggling happily.

From the sands, Ungainly and awkward, but headstrong and stubborn, Raging Minotaur Bronze Dragonet surges forward, hopping along on three feet while wiggling the fourth to get his wings free. Almost there. Almost there.

From the sands, Adharsuil looks down at Kindri, thinking of offering a hand and then thinking again. She seems more relaxed down there anyway. Turning back to the group he can't help but raise a cheer. "Tzion!"

Laytonal shrugs non-committally. "I'm alright. I'm working on my J'man project now, so..."

From the sands, Sitric stays rooted to the spot. Look. It's that hatchling again. And.. It's... alive! "I /know/ Kells... " Though his tone doesn't come across as annoyed, but rather admiring. "He's.. amazing! Wonderful! Beautiful! " Sigh. His head turns just for a second... " Tzion? Oh, Tzion! Congratulations! "

Laytonal glances down at the sands. "Ooh, Tizzy Impressed!"

From the sands, Kindri listens to the other candidates and the hatchlings in silent awe as she claps for Tzion. She just is too tired to stand up and just shakes her head at Adder. "I'm just too hot and tired to stands...ooh this is going to burn...hope they have numbweed around."

Kestrel wrinkles her nose at the Harper Craftsecond, just managing not to stick her tongue out, "Yes, thank you. Congratulations indeed. I think you stayed away deliberately. You /know/ you were in line for this. Not me." One small hand gives Cait's leg a nudge.

Kaila smiles widely. "Your j'man project? Already? Wow.." She's just so full of conversation. At the sound of collective shouts, she turns to the sounds, adding her own in. "Congratulations Tzion!"

Alakan chuckles quietly as he watches the bronze "That one seems to be in a hurry." a faint look of concern crosses his face "I hope he dosn't hurt himself." all of that being offered to no one in particular.

From the sands, Anuith stirs in his loud vigil, rumbling paused as he warbles proud greetings to his brown son. J'lia merely grins and strokes her lifemates side. "I see, loveling, I see. Beautiful."

From the sands, Puros' hand lets go of Tzion's as she Impresses, even as Aselan claims the other. He flashes the man a bright smile, agreement written clearly on his face. "Good timing, too," he admits, stepping a bit away from Tzion to give her the requisite space. "Rashkaeth and Tzion. Tiz and Rash. You two are so cute together." Not that Tzion's libel to be paying all that much attention to him at the moment, but his thoughts ramble on, heeded or no.

From the sands, Bakull continues his own sands dance, whirling his budding around until he can get his balance. Any moment now he'll get it all together. Maybe. Head bobs as he stands steady once more, a half step forward taken.

From the sands, Tanrhith thrumms blissfully, watching her offspring choose mates and pair off. The bullheaded youngling is watched anxiously, though she returns the welcome croon to the large, polite brown.

Ciaran sighs as Tzion impresses to the blue, a sad smile crossing his face as yet another of his smiths is forever lost to a weyr. Putting a brave face on he straightens in his seat and pulls a small silver flask from his coat, raising it to the new rider, "Congratulations lass, well done." A long swig at the contents of the flask follows.

From the sands, Pentala breaks the up-down movement of her legs to move both at once, bobbling in a hop-jump. "Rashkaeth! Oh, Tzion... Or not Tzion... he's /lovely/!"

Caitlin laughs softly "Remember behave dear you are in public, you don't want them saying that the MasterHarper is anything less than regal in public do you?" She grins "Me? No they would never give me the promotion, I am not regal enough." She winks "Stay away on purpose? Oh dear not me, I just couldn't get back in time." She blinks innocently "So how many other harpers do we have standing at the moment?"

From the sands, "It's hatched," Aselan says, staring at the blue that's emerged from the egg he so recently touched, so recently felt the throb of life within. Tzion's Impression goes almost unwitnessed, the candidate barely managing to draw his gaze away to the newly bonded pair, "Oh, Tzion! Congrats!"

Which is likely why the Weyrlings get shovels instead. Imagine the laundry piles... "There is that," Muire admits with a dimpled grin. "Aerinth would disown me... Oh my. Rashkaeth. Gorgeous name, don't you think?" Muire asks Sara.

From the sands, Chaotic Chimera Blue Dragonet is still for a moment. But only a moment. His head slowly rises and he /looks/. Limbs are stretched before he surges to his feet. Once there, he lashes that long tail. Yes, then. And well. A stroll and an amble as he makes his way across the sands, eyes spinning with wonder.

Laytonal says in a low aside to Kaila, "Has Brekka Impressed? I think I must have been distracted."

From the sands, Br'kka calls out from across the sands "Grats Tzion!" a grin is sent C'man's way, she reaches down stroking Kirlith's head and murmurs soothingly to him. Before eyes focus back to the happening hatching.

From the sands, Kells eyes widen as her favorite egg shatters, revealing a beautious blue. A glance is spared fro Aselan and the hatchlings progress is keenly watched.

From the sands, Theban Riddle Egg seems to withdrawn into its sandy wallow once more. But intensity lurks, even, no, /especially/ in stillness.

Kaila smiles and nods. "Yes, she did. To a lovely.." What was it? "blue or brown." That was a safe one. They're all males and she can't Impress a bronze..

Zoshan walks slowly over to the Masterharper. He bows politly before them "Excuse me Master, may I ask a question?"

Alexandrea chews a little on her lower lip, not missing Aselan's sudden fascination for one of the dragonets.

From the sands, C'man looks over to Br'kka and smiles, then turns out to the sands to off smile to T'zi as well, affectionately scratching that brown shoulder.

From the sands, T'zi oofs softly and tries to stand, though a tangle of cerulean wings and arms sort of halts that. With another exuberant burst of a giggle, she wrenches herself free, nearly plopping to her backside. A bright beaming grin sweeps across her 'family' of sorts, and she grins up at Puros and Pentala, "Rashkaeth and T'zi, now..," she murmurs, and with a another quivering smile, she leads her lifemate off to one side, she giggling, he creeling.

From the sands, Raging Minotaur Bronze Dragonet pauses once his wing is freed. Someone..dares to challenge him? The 'dancer' is studied, though Bakull's balance is still precarious. Gleefully, the young bronze rushes forward with every intention to clear the path ahead.

From the sands, Pentala grins as she, once again, moves eyes to bronze, then to her chosen egg, smiling tentatively at it as if goading it on. Words bring her back and she beams downwards. "T'zi! And Rashkaeth! Wow..."

Kestrel is caught. Well and truly. Cait's right. She must keep up appearances; at least for a few more Turns yet. She hasn't been in the position long enough to be able to behave however she pleases. And so she swallows her sputters, turning her gaze to the sands, "Mmmmmm, besides Brekka, I'm not sure. Probably a few." There's always a few. Perhaps a few /more/ than of that of Turns past? Not just Harpers, but in general? Perhaps it's just her imagination.

From the sands, Kindri looks to the bronze as he makes a charge and decides she has no intentions of getting up and just watches hoping that noone gets hurt, her eyes drifting among the remaining eggs, having lost track of all the candidates that have Impressed.

From the sands, Bakull's eyes bug and his arms pinwheel wildly as he sees that hatchling charge. "That away! Comin' through!" he hollers, unable to get his legs to follow instructions.

Sara manages a polite smile to Muireann. Neighbors, after all. "Oh, it be a fine name, indeed. Quite b'fitting a dragon." It ends in 'th' which is a blessing for those with a lisp. Who could tell then? "Though I likely woul' ha' some troubles speakin' it were I in m'cups." Trust Sara to be to the point.

From the sands, Adharsuil stares at the Theban Riddle Egg intently, suddenly getting the strage feeling that somewhere inside its delicate confines something was having a very good time tension building. Shaking his head he chuckles and looks down at Kindri once more. "We'll get you a numbweed bath when all of this is finished."

Caitlin nods, scanning the candidates and the new weyrlings for familar faces but she has been away a long time and none of the candidates have identifying marks or anything.

From the sands, "Rashkaeth..." Kells rolls the name on her tongue as she continues her exuberant hop. "Cheers for T'zi and Rashkaeth!" she laughs.

From the sands, Puros blinks at Aselan, confused by his staring. "Huh? Oh." A moment's thought allows him to understand. "Which one, Aselan?" he wonders. T'zi's new name registers as he flashes a grin to her. "He's beautiful," he notes, as if stating something as obvious and indisputable as the dragon's color.

"Sure I've trouble enough sayin' me own name, when I'm in mine," Muire quips.

Keani stirs from her half-asleep pose, chin lifting from hands, allowing a pair of sleepy eyes to be seen. But if one were to ask her if she were tired... the answer would be a eye-batting no.

From the sands, Kindri looks to Adder, "I'm just too tired to get up...if a dragon wants me they can find me down here...or find me by stepping on me." She can't help but giggle.

Or perhaps it's not, dear Masterharper. -- Valora passes a smile at the pair next to her before turning a frown on that bullish bronze down there.

From the sands, Raging Minotaur Bronze Dragonet has his sights set. And as Bakull turns -just- the wrong way, the poor lad gets a bronze headbutt in the rump. Oof? Oof. The dragonet blinks and stops in his tracks. Blinking a few more times, he regards this twolegged wall a bit closer. Hm.

From the sands, Copper-Plumed Simurgh Brown Dragonet, with joy springing blue-white to his eyes, scrambles off in an astonishing display of...well...just say he skuttles. Wings are half-spread, and with deliberation he turns first one bright eye, then the other towards the candidates. Head bobs as he makes his flitting way across the Sands, looking for the One. The Wise one. The Keeper of Knowledge. He skitters across the dunes of his birth, and noses among Candidates. Politely, but firmly, he dismisses them. Not the lad that's clinging so frantically to that tall Smithcraft blonde. Not them. It must be The One.

From the sands, "That one," Aselan points. "The blue, there. With the copper," he nearly whispers, watching the dragonet's progress. He glances quickly to Kells, giving her a grin, "Our favorite, as far as I know. Kells and I."

Well he's not gonna ask if she's tired but Alakan does offer to Keani "Don't fall asleep! You'll miss Penta impressing." because Pen is of course going to impress, if Alakan says it, it must be true...one of those obscure rules of life and all.

From the sands, Kells nods at Aselan's comment. "He's a handsome one, for sure!" she calls, returning Aselan's grin.

From the sands, Rugged Outback Egg shudders and twitches. Bit by bit, the motion grows. From stillness to storm. From nothingness to everything.

From the sands, Auzzey watches the dragonets, squished, as she is, between two candidates who outreach her by a good foot or more, "Move over, Dichon, I want to see. Maybe one of those might want me, you know?"

From the sands, Rugged Outback Egg begins to stir from its lifeless stillness. Muddy blue and verdant green shoots writhe, twisting and twining together until burnt sienna is cast away, leaving a vibrant young dragon free to walk the sands.

From the sands, Rainbow Serpent Brown Dragonet
From the sands, In surprisingly liquid motion this youngling slithers, reptilian grace pervading every limb. Falling just shy of his bronze siblings' size, seemingly boneless bulk is covered in dusky brown. Bland patterns of faintly darker diamonds echo along his hide and wide, wide wings, until light more fully bathes the delighted dragonet, where dullness is replaced by subtle crystalline sheen. Each sinuous motion elicits a new and random kaleidoscope of enticing hues - tantalizing sparkles of emerald and topaz, ruby and citrine, onyx and opal all lurking just out of direct view - reflected in the whirling facets of exuberant eyes.

"Wasn't 'sleep." yawns Keani, glaring halfheartedly up at Alakan. "'Enta'll 'press." And it seems that Keani shares Alakan's certainty in that particular aspect of the Hatching.

Risto takes the stairs down towards the bowl exit.

From the sands, Perrie echos the congratulations for T'zi, a smile creeping across her face as she anxiously scans the Sands yet again.

From the sands, Sunrise Sleeping Egg falls, now. A shudder sends it to its side in the hot sands. A few more twitches give betrayal to the ever-active life within, but still no cracks form, no hatchling emerges.

From the sands, Chaotic Chimera Blue Dragonet slows to a stop and cocks his still-wet head. He glances up to the stands. He looks back at the sea of gold and white. He stretches again and makes his way, talons digging deep into the warmth of the sands. He stops again, and nonchalantly stares at a small candidate from Benden. She is dismissed, and he ambles on again, in no great hurry.

Assylem takes the stairs down towards the bowl exit.

From the sands, Kindri watches the Rugged Outback egg as it releases a handsome brown...it's beautiful...or is it handsome...it's both.

Kaila sighs. Another brown. But no greens? She doesn't like this. Naturally, though, she's happy to see her friends have Impressed..even if there are some still out there.

From the sands, Puros leans over to bring his eyes closer to Aselan's perspective, then spots the hatchling in question and straights. "Ah," he nods. "He's pretty." Puros' assessments of beauty are fairly simplistic, but this seems to qualify on his view.

Alakan laughs "If you say so, but you looked quite nearly asleep." he glances back down to the sand, pointing toward the Charnel Nest Egg "Pen likes that one, but I havn't hardly seen it move at all."

From the sands, Sitric just /stares/. It's.. moving. Fast. "Look, Penta.... " Though he doesn't tell her what to look /at/. "I must get in touch with that one's Rider after word... I must paint it! " This is his quest. To know. To see. To paint!

From the sands, Bullseye. Or something. The gangly Keroon lad does a flying face plant in the sands. He rolls to his back, wiping his face clean, and prepares to make good his escape. Then again....eyes meet that peering bronze's and he gapes again. "Durhamth?" B'ull blinks. "Guess we better go catch us a break from this game." And off to the side they go, leaving the rest of the candidates at bat.

From the sands, Pentala wriggles fingers, suddenly ecstatic at freedom's air. She tugs on Sitric's hand, trying to pull the line more towards Puros and Aselan, saying, "The blue? He's..." Mind scans for appropriate adjective, and finds only, "pretty." Piffle. Eyes widen at the newest dragonet as she spots the colors -- the colors! "Isn't he, though? Gorgeous..."

Laytonal sighs, leaning slightly against Kaila. "Isn't it wonderful," he says wistfully, a small tear escaping from his right eye.

Laytonal says, "There goes another one. How many is that, now?"

From the sands, Br'kka watches in anticipation holding her breath. Who are they going to find? Kirlith is scratched lovingly. T'zi is grinned at, that silly grin just remains /plastered/ on her face.

Keani pouts unhappily. "Not." she states, though what she's referring to is unclear; the fact that she was half asleep, or the fact that that particular egg hasn't been moving. Who's to know?

Kaila turns towards Laytonal, nodding. "T'is." she replies, not thinking to much of the tear. She's about to let a few go herself. She shrugs slightly at the question asked from Laytonal. "Four? Maybe five? I lost count a while ago.." she says.

From the sands, "Hush, hush, Anuith." J'lia gently elbows the thin side of the brown. "You'll deafen me--yes, I know he's another brown. He's gorgeous. You have beautiful children, dear. No, not more beautiful than you..." Anuith croons to his newest offspring, tail swishing up sand.

From the sands, Kells jerks on Sitric's arm. "With any luck you'll be too busy afterward to do any painting for awhile!" Jumping is continued 'cause she can see better this way, really. Nothing to do with stress relief.

From the sands, Rainbow Serpent Brown Dragonet is...beautiful, is he not? In a handsome sort of way. With almost fluid ease, he emerges from the ruins of his shell, gliding far too smugly onto an open expanse of sand. Letting the light catch a hint of sparkle. Letting his muzzle turn towards his sire, then his dam. Can he not just...sit?

From the sands, Adharsuil watches the various dragonets go about their rounds, trying to puzzle out in his mind which one will go to which candidate. Anything to keep his mind of his growing sense of unease that threatens to wash over him.

From the sands, Copper-Plumed Simurgh Brown Dragonet is just taking his time, no matter how he scurries. He hasn't really forgotten what he was about. Green-eyed Guardswoman is considered, and his neck curves elegantly as he looks. No. And then the Herder lass. Perhaps not. Then, in the center, the /center/, there is the dark-eyed man who watches him with such enthusiasm. With a sudden grace, he moves to choose, to trust all of /him/ to the One.

Kaila has the urge to glance at all the brown and blue hatchlings, as well as the bronze. Catching sights with the Rainbow Serpent Brown, she gapes. "That one's a real beauty.." she comments, to no one in particulary.

From the sands, Essence of poetry crystallized harmonizes with the elegant proportions of Copper-Plumed Simurgh Brown Dragonet with the slightly feline grace of his movements. Tail sweeps magnificently in a coiling display of liquid vanity as, with a sudden whirl that flares those wondrous wings to their fullest, he stares with breathtaking, heart-stealing certainty into the midnight eyes of the Artisan; poised, daring. He has found Sitric to be the keeper of his knowledge, and nevermore shall any other come between them.

A chirup sounds in Alak's ear, the source the nearly black blue 'lizard on his shoulder. The messanger rolls his eyes and shushs his little Triak "Was hoping you'd stay asleep. Now hush up, Pen's gonna impress and you'll make me miss it." The firelizard offers a confused cheep, peering down at the sand for a moment, and then going thankfully silent.

From the sands, Theban Riddle Egg begins a slow, subtle rocking. In fours, then twos, lastly threes. There is an answer, but it won't be rushed.

From the sands, T'zi just smiles stupidly around the sea of white, then the clumped of pair 'lings. "Wow..," is all that's mumbled, and the gently quaking-with-way-too-much-newbord energy Rashkaeth hippity hops beside her, forked tail looping around her ankles, then twitching away.

Laytonal agrees with Kaila.

From the sands, Auzzey runs a hand through her wayward tumble of mousey brown hair, combing it with her fingers. Sit. Sitting would be good. She finds her gaze taken up by the emerge of the beautiful brown.

Laytonal sends Andante winging off his shoulder.

Valora finds herself leaning forward again, watching.. waiting.. "You know, I've always had a fondness for browns..", is said to no one in particular.

Andante flutters clumsily around, until he manages to perch on Laytonal's head. He meeps with satisfaction. There, a much better vantage point.

Keani glances at the source of the chirping, shushing the blue with a childish finger placed to her lips and a firm, "Qu'et." Whether it'll work is another story, but who is Keani to care?

From the sands, Chaotic Chimera Blue Dragonet slows once again to a stop in front of his sire. Hmmm. Large. He stares down at himself. Hmmm. Small. Yes well then. And then he surges, tail lashing as he skitters across the sand, moving around another sibling with little heed as to the sand spraying from his scrabbling talons. He hears the call, the siren's song of the one who was meant for him. A talon catches an unfortunate candidate across his calf, and the lad's sharp cry of pain is not heeded in his impervious rush.

Jaden thinks Keani is certainly one to talk, shushing that firelizard like that. But he doesn't let on, no. He's an adult.

From the sands, Newest Impressed child is given a joyful rumble by his sire--Anuith's not brooding as his children depart, rather he's happier as each finds his or her match. Juli can't hide her grin. "Sitric--what's his name?" Brown, he deserves brown.

Sara chuckles at Muireann, inclining her head graciously. "It be why I'm grateful I was named simply. Easier t'remember." Poor Pern. She watches the pairings, and rather smirks at one off to the side. "That'n won't be missed." At least by the healers that had to constantly bandage up the pricked fingers of /that/ once weaver.

Kestrel listens, hears and responds to Valora, a chuckle colouring her tone warm, "I can't recall, did a brown ever fly Isoldeth?"

From the sands, Pentala woahs as a brown dragonet makes its way in front of her... Then... beside her? "Didn't that one come from the egg you liked, Sitric?" she asks, poking him in the ribs. Then... Oi. She moves away from Sitric with a decidedly frightened step, syncopation in rigidly firm step. "I'm being deprived of handholds," she mutters, standing centered, with gaps on each side.

From the sands, Kells now ceases jumping as scoots away as another hand holder is stolen from her. So much for her moral support. "Hoo-ray, Sitric!" Dancing across the sands, she grabs Kindri's hand. "C'man, stand up." She tugs.

From the sands, Sitting is bad. Well. Unless you're the size of a small Hold and have already chosen a rider. Then sitting is good. Tanrhith leans way, way, way down to give the serpentine brown a gentle nudge. Go. That way. Pick one. "Oh my oh my oh... That one makes... umm ...makes... thirteen hatched, ten..eleven Impressed.." Kerryn desperately tries to follow everything at once. Oh, look. A Zorya to lean against.

From the sands, S'tric abruptly lets go of Pentala's hand, falling to the hot sands to stare into his lifemates eyes. /Those/ eyes. "Ysgyth! Oh... " For once, he's speechless.

Alakan smiles "There see, the people next to her both impressed, now Pen /has/ to impress." he offers to Keani, the only person who seems to be paying any attention to him anyhow.

From the sands, Kindri looks up to Kells with a sigh, "I can't stand it's just too hot..." She tries to grab her fellow herders hand but feels like it's useless as she is barely able to stand up and stumbles.

Continued in Part 3

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