High Reaches Hatching (NPC)!

26/01/2002 Logfile from Harpers-Tale Kazra Kazra stands tall at her final height of 5'8. Brown hair sweeps back off her face, but there is a new addition to it. Twined among the brown strads are quite a few colourful ribbons, white, red, blue, green and purple. Falling neatly down her back, they reach to her shoulders, giving Kazra's hair a new, colourful look. A small band of leather holds the ribbons and the hair back out of her sparkling blue eyes. Long legs taper upwards to a thin waist, broadening out only slightly to her upper body. Arms are slender and well formed, often gesticulating a point. Kazra has changed her outfit along with her name, now sporting a vivid orange short sleeved top and a pair of black trousers. Her feet are covered with ankle length black boots that look rather worn, though sometimes Kazra kicks them off to wander around barefooted. Kazra wears the orange and black knot of an Ista Weyr Weyrlings, with a thin ribbon of brown trailing through it to indicate her lifemate. She is awake and looks alert. You notice Kazra looking at you. Kazra is 24 Turns, 3 months, and 17 days old. Xylyth Rich shades of soil encompass this brown's towering and imposing form completely, intermingling to form fresh shades and fathoms of earthiness where they fuse. Pale coffee tones spill over an angular muzzle and face seemingly carved from the earth, so fine is their detail, before giving way to muddy colourings that diffuse over well built shoulders and stomach, sleek muscle visible beneath silky hide, finally darkening to almost midnight shades at sweeping wings. Woven into these depths of night, as if by unseen magic, tendrils of deepest aubergine thread their way across the tautly spread membrane, surfacing to form cryptic symbols of colour then disappearing from view once more in a ritualistic dance of hide and seek. Continuing the rhythmic flow of colours, cinnamon and chocolate mix and intermingle over powerful back legs, while hints of gold seep into the shade of a perfectly formed tail. Xylyth's first set of straps are at first apperance, simple well oiled leather, fitting in all the right places. But on closer inspection, Kazra looks to have gone strange with a needle, and purple designs twist and turn in mystical and random patterns. Running down the centre of each strap, above the purple stitching are three thin threads of black, blue and orange, almost invisible against the brown leather unless you look closely. Looks like Kazra's sewing skills are improving. Xylyth is 11 months and 26 days old. He is 51 feet (17m) long, with a wingspan of 85 feet (28m). Xylyth senses Kazra looking at him. Xylyth seems to be listening. Gallery Ledges Wide enough for a whole weyrful of dragons, the ledge lines the Hatching Cavern walls, interrupted at one side by the Galleries themselves, with stairs leading down each side to the spectator seats. Scuffed and scraped by years of use and dragon talons, the well-worn stone retains the heat that rises from the sands, comfortably cozy with a perfect view of the hatching grounds. Type 'help here' for info on how to view objects on the sands. To the south, you see two people. Blue Mzadith, green Imbriath, green Yajisarath, and green Suith are here. Cayl, Hyzen, and Lorsalia are here. Obvious exits: Galleries     Fly Elessar blinks in from ::between::! In the galleries, Thanatos settles himself with a flip of his ebon wings, choosing to perch in a dark corner that offers a good view of the proceedings on the sands while almost totally concealing his jet-black form. You slide out from between the earthen ridges of Xylyth and land on the ground to the sound of a disappointed rumble. M'er slides from Suith's neck and lands gently on the ground. Elessar edges further along the ledge and into the galleries. In the galleries, Elessar edges in from one of the nearby ledges. In the galleries, Jesika comes up the stairs. In the galleries, Nverath comes up the stairs. In the galleries, Nverath carefully moves onto one of the nearby ledges. Nverath steps carefully in from the galleries, the Hatching Sands displayed below them. D'baji follows a path of wispy white from shoulder to forearm to slide to the ground from Nverath's neck, landing lightly. In the galleries, Dalaran comes up the stairs. Lorsalia edges further along the ledge and into the galleries. In the galleries, Lorsalia edges in from one of the nearby ledges. In the galleries, Dalaran walks out. In the galleries, Talamia comes up the stairs. In the galleries, Talamia releases Taranis, who launches into the air. In the galleries, Talamia goes out. On the sands, On Cloud Nine Egg gives a little shimmy and a shake, drifting slowly side-to-side. Not yet, nope. Sands Heat rises -- ripples -- wavers in a stifling curtain that envelops dragons and eggs while smothering riders and visitors.  The black sands have been raked into ruts and dips, an alien, uneven surface for anyone trying to walk across them.  Some say tension seers the heat: residue of hope, fear, relief, sadness, pain and ultimate joy staining high grey walls and lurking about the many viewing ledges that speckle the walls.  Ancient murals of dragonlore fade across the walls near gallery and entrances. To the southeast, you see one person. Below, you see five people. Gold Cadgwith and brown Druseth are here. You see Cute Eggs here. Pyrene, Lylia, and Lis are here. Obvious exits: Bowl     Sands' Thermals In the galleries, Magen comes up the stairs. Cute Eggs A little pink, a little fluffy; a lot cute, a lot disturbing. Thus is the produce of Cadgwith and Druseth's loins. Fear. But lo! For what imps have ventured near such adorability? Scattered hither and thither about the saccharine assortment of eggs are.... underthings. Panties. Knickers. Well, so much for that veneer of sophistication. The first are a simple pair of blue briefs, sky in color. The purple ones are more scandalous, a vague snatch of bright bikini-style cloth. Neither of the above compare to this particular pair, firstly they have small pink bunnies all over them, and the background color is a fine shade of lemon-sprizted green (to anyone who could see it, the tag would say To Ozzie, with Love, from Mom) These are a shock of green, a lovely acidic shade, formed into boxers, glaring with obnoxious brightness. Compared to the others, these are simply, simple, just a dark pair of navy briefs, everything about them plain and simple. Clashing with everything near it, these are by far the brightest lot in the bunch, a fiery pink that blares its gaudy tones, the boxer-shape just makes this particular pair that much more offensive. Finally, slinked against the sand and coyly winking, this pair is lacy and black, a mess of suggestive frills. And these are just few among the many. In the galleries, Kariel comes up the stairs. In the galleries, Yumi comes up the stairs. Issryuith scrambles in, careful of wings and tail. Hiza is removed from Issryuith's neck, sliding down and gaining assitantance from tail if need be. On the sands, Lis prances about like the wine-fairy, handing a skin off to Lylia - "Don't drink it all before the first egg hatches, love!" - and one to Pyrene - "Isn't it wondeful! We can have this again!" The galleries are waved at cheerfully, just in case anyone reconizes her. Yajisarath is all but plucked from the ledge by the Sands' thermals. On the sands, It seems that Cadgwith really does mean it this time, and so Pyrene passes her first son to Lis in exchange for the wineskin. Guess who got the best deal out of that? "And tonight, I'll be sleeping in my own weyr!" she toasts broadly, wandering Ly-wards. On the sands, Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia Alfalfa Puppy Egg rolls in happy spastic circles, too bottom-heavy to do more than fall over and roll in the sands without really gettign anywhere. On the sands, "Instead of someone else's?" Lis can't resist; she's mean, and she's holding Pyrene's darling (?) son at an arm's length. On the sands, Auri Egg just sits demurely, not a speck of sand sticking to its shell. If it had hands and a back, it would clasp the former behind the latter. In the galleries, Kariel is a bit stressed. Admittedly. Blonde Weyrhealer crosses to the front row, long legs allowing him to skip a few steps others might find necessary before he leans over the railing... looking at the eggs with a faint look of nausea. He really should have taken something before he came. Whimper. Candidates are looked for and not spotted, causing a bit more tension... well, hopefully Fyria made it in time... before riders are looked to on their ledge, Lis' antics eliciting a meek chuckle, at least. She's never going to change. On the sands, "You can always sleep in me and Quar's weyr," Lylia offers with a rather innocent look, before breaking into a loose grin. "Mmmm. It'll be good to stay off the sands for awhile. Not used to hopping down here so often. 'Cept I'll have to deal with /weyrlings/ now. Ew." Druseth trots spastically, not quite sure what direction to go in. His gray Cloud Nine Egg is gonna /leave/ him? Noooo. And the Llama Puppet Egg? Can't Cadgwith do something? Keep them... round? On the sands, Pyrene snorts at Lis. "You should know...." she observes. "Lylia? Pet? Are you alright?" A glance to the crowds. Hmm. Not a bad turnout. Xylyth glides slowly in, and makes a swift landing, all the time craning his brown head about to get a good look at the view. Kazra slides down his shoulder, and prompty settles herself on the ledge between his forepaws, giving a general salute cum wave to everyone in the vicinity. "Hatching." she burbles quietly to herself as Xylyth rumblecroons his own greeting to the rest of the dragons on the ledge, before both their attentions are caught by the sands. She's staying where she is. On the sands, Because You Can Never Have Too Many Kittens Egg gives a chipper bounce, rocking erratically back and forth, 'round and 'round. Lookit me! Play with meeee! Bounce, bounce, roll. On the sands, Pugsley steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs. On the sands, Cadgwith curls blissfully around Auri Egg and the Sock Puppet Egg.... and even the Happy Dancing Squirrels Egg. They /are/ going to leave. But they're going to leave and be replaced by wonderful new lives. And doesn't that make it all worthwhile??? Besides, there'll still be shards left to play with. On the sands, Fyria steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs. On the sands, Munster steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs. On the sands, Tevya steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs. On the sands, Sinead steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs. On the sands, Kalyssa steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs. In the galleries, M'er carefully moves onto one of the nearby ledges. M'er steps carefully in from the galleries, the Hatching Sands displayed below them. On the sands, Lis' scarlet letter is only visible to those with the right gossip connections, those why any child of Lis and D'renn's was taken in by an old friend when none of hers have been fosters asks an explanation. But later. "Look! Candidates!" As if no one else had eyes. In the galleries, Naomi comes up the stairs. On the sands, Auri steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs. You see nothing special. You peer through to Galleries and see... Row upon row of stone benching rises above the Hatching Grounds, seats for those who come to watch the incredible experience that is a hatching. Each individual seat is embellished with a worn cushion, the only concession to comfort in a place that traps heat, holding it within so that those who watch are inflicted with its intensity, though on a milder level than those who must stand and face the dragonets. The expanse of sand that is the hatching grounds spreads out in front of the benches, a huge stage for a spectacular show. Type 'help here' for info on how to view objects on the sands. Settled along stone are seventeen firelizards. You see Fara and Taesha here. Dominicke, Jesika, Lorsalia, Magen, Kariel, Yumi, Talae, and Naomi are here. Nverath has narrow wings nearly folded back as he drops to ledge for a landing of particular grace, which, judging by the bronze's quick tail-flip, he's quite proud of. D'baji manages his somewhat less graceful dismount, hopping to a lovely and un-occupied spot before his lifemate, and settling there. Nverath will, after all, protect him from the crowds. Kazra gets a grin, everyone else a little head-bob, and then onwards to watching those eggs, with the occasional little blink back towards his bronzen Companion. On the sands, Munster knows what to do, and therefore, once he steps out onto the sands, he lowers his thin form into a bow towards momma and pappa dragons. Pale skin looks even /whiter/ against the backdrop of his bland robe. Hey, lookit him. Doesn't he look all... weak, and stuff? He tries to smile, glinting off too-sharp teeth to those gathered, but the grin looks fake and scary. On the sands, Saduce makes her way onto the sounds, offering bows to the dragons and the riders before taking up a spot on the sands. Her nervousness grows second by second as the hatching of the eggs grows ever closer. On the sands, Kalyssa fidgets nervously, hands squeezing Dolomites painfully as the heat of the sands makes its presense known upon her delicate soles.  Practically dragging Dolomite along the sands she makes her way to the parents of this fine clutch and bows, deeply dragging Dolomite down with her. On the sands, Fyria's eyes would burst if they widened anymore, considering how close she's standing to the gold and brown.  Gulp.  Her hand instinctively squeezes Lestatia's, whose as pale as Fy is.  "Ahh...good d-day Cadgwith, Druseth."  She executes a graceful enough curtsey to the pair and their riders, followed by Lestatia.  As she follows the others out to be dragonbai---er, Candidates, her eyes briefly search the Galleries, looking for someone, before turning back to the eggs.  And, the underwear. Oy. On the sands, Forilink slinks onto the sands, gauzy white robe clinging to his form, trendy sandals nearly sinking into the sand. A low gaze cast over the eggs reveals nothing /too/ exciting. All a part of the Machine, man. On the sands, Taesha is there, looking somewhat apprehensive at actually /being/ on the Sands. Sure she's seen it all before--but that was from a respectable distance. Now she's actually finding out that all the first-hand rumours are true. You really /can't/ pick out faces from the crowds in the galleries. Your palms /do/ sweat enough moisture to irrigate all Igen. And the Sands are /definitely/ hot enough to make you wish the Reaches were colder. On the sands, Auri hopskips onto the sands and dips a little signature Auri-curtsy to Cadgwith and Druseth, wiggling her fingers chummily at the friends before sneaking off over to Pyrene et. all. "Wanna hold my hand again?" is whispered. Ah, the nostalgia. In the galleries, Dominicke walks out. On the sands, Baladuffalee practically squeaks as she bows. "Oh /dear/," she murmurs, suddenly noticing that the motion towards the Mommy and Daddy dragons has shifted her hair from its prime perfection. That fussing is /far/ more important than the potential of Icky Gooey Ugly Creeling Things. On the sands, Mortia and Ankar arrive next, the boy stifling a little yawn as he bows while Mortia tries not to faint from dear fright of the two dragons.  Both mumble their greetings and respects to the gold and brown, along with their riders, before joining the growing puddle of white out on the Sands. On the sands, The white clad form of Sinead steps carefully onto the sands, giving a bow to Cadgwith and Druseth, as well as the riders before she finds herself a spot, hopefully somewhere near one of her good friends. On the sands, Burnsienna has one arm in her robe's head hole and another poking out the bottom, but it's all righted by the time she's shoved forward to bow. "Shardin' idjut! I hope you git /mauled/," calls the girl after the offensive pusher. On the sands, Tevya's dragging Yalupe onto the Sands with her, the two breaking away to form a circle around the Dam and Sire of the clutch.  Bow is executted and they break away to stand by the egg clutch, Tevya siddling towards Fyria.  "Ready for this Fyria?" Robe is gathered in her hand as she pulls it down in a nervous twitch. On the sands, Pyrene rolls her eyes. Whoever made Auri an assistant weyrlingmaster was quite clearly insane. "Sure... whatever," she sighs, clasping the girl's hand loosely before passing the wineskin onto Lis... and taking /her/ hand. So where's Lis going to put Pidgery, hmm? In the galleries, Plumping up her cushion, and placing it underneath her most delicate end, Magen sits. The heat was just bare able. Looking around her, and smiling. A nod here. A nod there. Watching the candidates appearing on the sands, and their salute to the proud parents of the eggs, made her feel envious. Giving her head a shake, reminding herself, she had enough on her plate. Apprentice to Healer Hall was all consuming. If it were not for the responsibility of delivering supplies to the infirmary here, she wouldn't be watching this hatching. On the sands, Pugsley snorts. Hmmph, him bowing. How humiliating. His father would skin him alive... Really! However, he'll also not be stood up by everyone else, and sicne they're all doing it, so will he. Therefore, head lowers in a bob-nod. One hand then comes up to scratch as his closely-shaved head. Itchy, itchy, itchy. Stay way from this one, he might be contagious. Suith is small: she can do these things with a languid sort of ease. She lands, her wings folded perfectly, her limbs hitting the ground just so. Her tail flicks, and a wry expression is sent towards Nverath. Ha. And then she gives a little croon to Xylyth, and then she settles. M'er slides carefully from the bony shoulders, and laughs. "Hatching. Doesn't seem to long ago, it was ours." And it wasn't. On the sands, "Auri!" Chirp. Lylia gives a happy little beam to her fellow AWLM. "Can I hold your hand, too?" Ahhh. Memories. Except last time, she was clutching Geko... "Mmmm." Another swing of the wine. She'll need it. "Today marks another doom." Sigh. In the galleries, Leaning over the railing ever so slightly, arms folded and resting atop the barrier, Kariel grows more nauseous by the second. Swallow. He probably ought to back up from the heat, but he's never been particular smart when it came to his own health. A good trait in a Weyrhealer, really. Hand reaches to neck rather slowly and the pendant about his neck is lightly played with... a smile cast to a few he knows around the room and perhaps a brief wave, although he's probably not noticed... they seem a bit preoccupied. He'll just stand here and be nauseated by himself. On the sands, Cadgwith hums cheerfully onwards, scootching some underwear out of the way of one particularly active egg. Who wants the first thing their child sees to be a pair of boxers, after all? On the sands, Luckily, in a choice between dropping the wineskin and the baby, Lis drops the former. Hope everyone likes sandy wine. Pyrene's hand is clasped, but it looks like Lylia's gonna need to take Auri's... or take the baby. On the sands, Tirvon is all about confidence.  He was Tirvon, wasn't he?  So why shouldnt he be confident.  This was..nothing.  Stepping onto the Sands, he strides towards the parents of the clutch and executes a deep bow.  Then he's standing once more, a hand running through his hair as he brushes dark locks back.  And it's towards the clutch where he now steps, falling in place at the  middle of the line. On the sands, Fyria smiles faintly at Tevya and Ead.  "Ready as I'll ever be, no?"  Her feet shuffle somewhat - obviously, thick wherhide is not quite enough to deflect the warmth of the sands.  Her head shakes slightly at the various bits of underwear about...those poor dragonets are sure going to have a rude awakening. On the sands, Saduce is trembling, so the clasps the hand nearest her, hopefully nobody minds. She offers a smile to those around her. "Ooh, I'm so nervous," is whispered. On the sands, Pink Puppy Dog Koosh Ball Egg shakes violently, the vibrations of too many conflicting actions keeping it from doing more the occilating on its sandy base. The amplitude increases ominously, and with a sudden sharp noise, the eggshell seems to shatter and break all over at once. Duck! Yellow Ladybug Brown Dragonet Brown? You call /that/ brown? Mustard sweeps across his soft hide in bold, virulent streaks, creating a hard shell that covers his back and sweeps down under his belly and over those deliciously formed wings that create the perfect arc over his back, making him seem very round, if not overly so. Oddest of all are the matching, mirrored spots that appear on either side of his back; one on either side of his forequarters, two just beneath each of his wings, and three on his hindquarters, making him appear like a dice; perhaps twelve is his lucky number? Whorling eyes are wide and very bug-like, lidded with ebony 'ridges. Charred black burns it's way along his blunt muzzle and stubby headknobs, down his short, fat neck and under that yellow shell-body of his, re-emerging onto squat chubby legs and swirling in sullen shades down onto large paws. His tail is barely a tail at all, being far too short for the length of him and doused in that same midnight hue, ending in a red-spattered tailspade. On the sands, Llama Sock-Puppet Egg shakes a little, it's cloth-like shell shivering in anticipation. Little button eyes seem to stare out at those gathered nearby, but this llama won't be spitting just yet. After a moment, it settles back down, waiting for some heel to come and awaken it properly. On the sands, Pyrene gives a little squeal and squeezes Auri's and Lis' hands hard. "It's a brown! Look! Aww... it's like when Druseth hatched first way back when.... Druseth /did/ hatch first, didn't he?" In the galleries, Fihall comes up the stairs. On the sands, "I hope so.  There's no turning back now." Tevya responds, grinning.  "Too bad about that underwear.." An idle comment before the first egg begins shaking and then another hatches.  "Oh!" Hands grip one another and Tevya is glancing at the dragonet.  "It's..it's..nice." Well what could be said? Kazra's attention is diverted from the sands and she beams at her fellow weyrlings impartailly. "Time seems to have flown." she comments, tilting her head upwards to look at the brown one looming above her, before she looks back down at the sands. "I'm trying to see how many people I recognise." Knowing her memory, not that many. "Oh, Sinead's there! Good luck!" And then Kazra cheers as the first eggs shatters. "Brown!" And browns are the best, no matter what they look like. On the sands, Yellow Ladybug Brown Dragonet scuttles about in the remains of his eggshell, sturdy as a tank on his dwarfed legs. Nails click beetle-like over the shards as he burries them in the sand with his passage, the candidates squinted myopically at. Food? In the galleries, Fihall huffs, quickly scuttlign his way along the benches until he spots an open seat next to Yumi. With a quick hop and dive, the titian haired youth plops onto the cushions and grinning, forgets hsi sorrows for the time in order to cheer on his favorite candidates. "Go Get em' Fy! Sind!" On the sands, Sinead grins as the first egg hatchs, producing a brown. "Yes, the underwear," she chokes out, looking around to be sure that her lovely pair of barly there blue underthings aren't present, the nervous girl looks up to see her friend and offers a grin and a slight wave to Kazra. On the sands, Druseth eyes the Llama Puppet Egg. No. Stay. Bad egg, badbad. Nverath gives an approving little croon Suithwards, not one to be taunted. Or at least, to be taunted and to get it. "You serious?" D'baji asks of M'er, just a hint of disbelief colouring his tone. "Our Hatching seemed near ages ago right from the start of Weyrlinghood..." Whether it was or not. And for Kazra's comments, his attention flips back towards the Sands, uttering a little "Ooh," for the first the brown... of sorts. On the sands, Ankar freezes mid-yawn as the first of the eggs hatches...and simply stares, eyes wide open for once.  What in Faranth's name is /that/?  He blinks, and simply stares.  "It's a brown!"  Well, duh.  Finally, he begins to be a little more active.  Feet shuffle, hands wave a little.  Yipes. On the sands, Neverending Springtime Daisy-Chain doesn't want to wait patiently by. Therefore, with a weaving motion, like a flower in the wind, the egg finally topples over and cracks into a million petal-shaped shards. Blue Stick Amorbus Dragonet Thin, spindly legs extrude awkwardly from lanky body, leaving you to wonder how this dragon can even support himself. Azure blotches are splashed across his hide in uneven designs, intermingling with smaller specks in varying shades of cobalt and olive, which eventually come together in a dizzying, overall pattern. Wings, much like his other appendages, are also gangly and thin; converging when immobile over his back into what appears to be a barbed growth of some sort. Triangulated head displays thorny headknobs and houses eyes that glint enigmatically with a myriad of hues. Talons and paws are short and squat compared to the rest of him, giving him an altogether disproportionate look that matches his irregular personality. It's a face that only a mother could love, or a very tolerant, near-sighted lifemate. On the sands, Saduce oohs as the brown hatchs. "Aww," she states, in her opinion it's a draon, so they're all adorable. "How adorable," or so she shinks. On the sands, Auri takes Lylia's hands and swings it girlishly as she watches the proceedings. "Uh...are they supposed to look like that?" she whispers hushedly to her brownrider friend, a bit worried in typical fussy-Auri fashionl. On the sands, Dolomite winces slightly each time his sunny-haired sands buddy clutches at his large hand.  Still he utters no word, just a glance before returning to his perusal of the sands.  Low and behold there is a dragonet, a brown is it?  A quirk of one heavy brow is all the outward emotion that he cares to express. On the sands, Mortia's legs would buckle...except she really doesn't want to risk scalding her rear on the hot sands.  Then, another egg cracks open to reveal the next dragonet, and she blanches almost as pale as her robe.  Dear Faranth.  "A-ankar....d-don't leave me..."  Whine. On the sands, "Suitably ugly for a Cadgwith clutch," Lis reassures Auri, but her wry tone is rather approving of the less-than-pretty dragons. They do get the job done... In the galleries, Magen leans forward, to get a better look at the first hatchling. A brown! On the sands, "Yeah? I... um... .think." Lylia just kinda blinks, but Druseth's warm pride takes over. "I think they're /lovely/." Beam. Lis just gets glowered at. "They're /beautiful/. And the first was /brown/." Ha. Rawr. She loves 'em. Druseth just preens, offering a low croon to the little brown and blue. Okay, so maybe they're better than eggs... In the galleries, Fihall notes with some dismay that the first hatchling was a brown. He grimaces, peering a few seat over to a leering resident who just won two of Fihall's dwindling marks. On the sands, Tirvon gives a bright smile as he spots the brown.  "He's fine looking.  Sturdy and strong." A nod of his head and he settles down in the sands, feet sinking in the too-warm mass.  "I'm sure he'll make a fine Lifemate to someone."  Someone, not him.  Tirvon was too sure of himself at some points. Hiza is helped by willowly green tail onto Issryuith's equally willowly neck. Issryuith goes home. On the sands, Sinead applauds slightly as she see's a blue. "Ooh, what a...lovely.... little dragonet," she offers to no one in particular. "Or as lovely as could be expected." On the sands, Fyria eeps and manages -not- to take a step back as it all begins, the brown being first.  Her hands instinctively clutch the belt around her robe as she stares at the one, now -two- dragonets upon the sands and huddles closer to Sinead.  "Ead...it's, it's happening!!" On the sands, Blue Stick Amorbus Dragonet wobbles unevenly from his egg-shard nest, scurying forward and sniffling for food. He spies his brother making his way through the candidate pack, and ponders joining the brown on a hunting spree, but then a flash of pale white catches his gaze amidst that blinding ocean of hopefulls. Oooh, what do we have here? On the sands, Burnsienna snorts critically at the brown that just emerged, but does grudingly admit, "Looks alright, even if it is... weird. And round. Kinda cute?" Her nondescript face, tanned ruddy brown enough to blend in with her hair, cracks a benevolent smile. In the galleries, Yumi sends a wave and a smile in Fihall's direction, befire returning her attention to the Sands and the hatchlings.  "I wonder who'll impress first?" she asks quietly. On the sands, Kalyssa glares, "They had no right, the dragonets should be all pretty and fuzzy like thier eggs"  She wrinkles her nose at the brown and blue parading anout the sands.  This comment of course is directed at Dolomite seeing as he doesnt look like he is about to run away anytime soon. On the sands, Bed of Roses egg rustles within it's sandy grip, flashes of rosy pink drifting across it's surface.  Unfortunately, said surface is somewhat interrupted by a pair of neon green boxers, but what have you.  Then, silence returns as shte flower remains still.  Nope, not gonna bloom yet. On the sands, Pugsley eyes the newly hatched dragonets uneasily. The blue is hardly even looked at. What kind of color is that for him anyway? Sooo no dasterdly enough. Hmmph. The brown, however, gets an evil grin. Mayyyybe.. I wonder if he'd eat stinkbugs for me if I forced him to? On the sands, Forilink eyes the brown and blue with faint interest, before giving a slow noood. "Heeeey. It's /blue/." He likes that in a dragon. Rather sultry a color. Much like his torn, bleeding heart that struggles against the machinations of day-to-day living. But he might just be lyin'. On the sands, Yellow Ladybug Brown Dragonet stolidly lumps and bumps his way over the hillocks and dips of sand, side-stepping away from a group of boys who laugh at his short stature and wide girth. Deciding this won't do at all, he seeks out some sweeter temperments. On the sands, Pyrene wrinkles her nose at the blue. "Always some...." she sighs. "That brown to Sinead. I'll bet you Pidge, Auri..." One way to try and get rid of a child. On the sands, Saduce loosens the death grip on the person beside her, relaxing enough to do so. The white clad girl stands straight, head held high, or it would be if she weren't watching the dragons. On the sands, Ankar yawns again as Mortia leans against him.  "Bah..it's not like they're going to eat us, Mortia."  He bats at her lightly, then turns his attention back to the blue and brown.  Hmm...what in Faranth's name did he get himself into when he agreed to Stand?  He'd rather sleep, after all.  *yawn* On the sands, Munster's gills.. er.. cheeks, go green when the first set of eggs hatch. One of them right infront of him too! He backpedals across the sands, and nearly loses his footing on the slipperly flooring. On the sands, Burnsienna elbows her neighbor to get his attention, and promptly shoves him towards the blue. "C'mon! You're never gonna git one of you don't /try/." Quite the humanitarian, she selflessly volunteers others for potential injury. On the sands, Auri looks at Pidge, looks at Sinead, looks at the brown (and subsequently winces). "Ooh. Baby. Ok, you're on! And if I lose you get It." She looks a bit worried. She loves that llama she does. On the sands, Mortia sniffs as Ankar bats at her, then turns to try to be a brave girl and look at the dragonets.  Then blanches again.  "B-but Ank-kar...they're so...big.." Whine, moan, creel.  "D-do you think they'll....bite?"  Obviously, she never paid attention to the Candidate lessons. On the sands, Yellow Ladybug Brown Dragonet's clutchmate's path has left his - therefore he finds it no great challenge to sidestep Burnsienna's neighbor and nuzzle her kneecaps lovingly with Great Big Eyes. Silly bunny - /she's/ the one he wants. On the sands, Fyria fidgets again, her eyes fixed on the blue and brown as if her life depended on it.  And, in a way, it does?  "Ead...that blue's kinda, cute...no?"  Cute...in a strange way.  With a slight eek, then congrats, she waves at Burnsienna.  "Congrats there!!"  One down, 15 to go... In the galleries, Magen watches the unfolding event, and keeps her eye on the hatchlings. Dragonettes were a lot bigger than firelizards, and she knew how voracious they were when they newly hatched. It would need more than a few bandages to fix any damage made by these hatchlings. On the sands, Pyrene wrinkles her nose. "OK, I lose... Lis? Give Pidge to Auri after the Hatching." Hah. On the sands, "Yes, Py," Lis mutters with the sigh of the long suffering, still a little sore - quite literally, too - from the goldrider's nail-digging previous to this. On the sands, Bed of Roses begins to shuffle and shimmy again...those darn boxers!! Roses smell -nice-, not...ugh!! With a final shiver of pinkish colour, it rolls away from the others and dislodges the boxers, a thorny crack tearing through the pink as it finally reveals it's contents. Man-Eating Praying Mantis Green Dragonet What lies behind beauty? Perfection shapes saucy wings, the 'sails a chipper rose-tinged absinthe, which shifts to a rather maternal emerald along the curvaceous chest and belly. Moss-green lightness tinges the upturned snout sitting 'tween mud-puddle brown splotches that shade just above the eyes. Half-spirals of brassy malachite unwind into soft waves just above her forelimbs, which are trim in a rather practical way, but still tantalizingly fleshed to suit proper vanity. 'Ridges fade to a honey'd alabaster and juniper, pouring over smooth hide and elegant tail, the grace hiding ulterior motives, a dark shadow that lingers along the muzzle and reaches beyond the swirling gaze. On the sands, Blue Stick Amorbus Dragonet sees again that flash of pale white; creamy like herderbeast milk. Yum. How he'd like to get his spindly claws into /that/! Making his way across the sands, he stalks his prey. Here candy candy candy... One wing twitches in excitement, looking quite like a stick gettling tossed by a windstorm, and reaches out to try and hook onto his new lifemate.. On the sands, Sinead applauds as the brown finds his home. "Congratulations Burnsienna," she states, offering a rather lovely smirk in Py's direction, as well as one to those up in the galleries, those who think that she'd Impress a brown, though that's not to say she won't. On the sands, Baladuffalee just stares as the Ladybug brown Impresses, wrinkling her pert nose. "Um. Ew? It's like. Gooey. And stuff. How can you let it /near/ you?" Ick. A shudder races down her spine, as she keeps watching the eggs. Maybe one will be, y'know, not ugly. Sexy and and athletic and obnoxiously cute, like her, seems a nice option. On the sands, Munster whines and scrabbles some more when the blue starts in his direction. Noooo! However, he falls to his face in the sand, leaving his bare legs stick out like two, delectable white worms. Please don't eat me... Suith perks, just slightly. That one is a man-easter. She want to learn to be a man-eater. Oh, yes. On the sands, Saduce offers her own applause and congratulations for the new lifemates before her attention is quickly returned to the sands and the eggs, as well as the hatchlings. On the sands, Dolomite watches, and continues to watch, not even partaking in the traditional Ow-the-sands-are-really-hot dance that all be-robed ones (including the one that insists on clinging to his hand) seem o be engaging in at  the moment. On the sands, Blue Stick Amorbus Dragonet won't eat him, but he will promise him a very scary future. And with that, he croons towards Munster, the sound coming out as sharp as his limbs. On the sands, Sparkling Faerie Dust Egg begins to quiver and shake, but no, not yet. It's not yet time to reveal it's contents. On the sands, Burnsienna will now be henceforth known and Burni, shouting her lifemate's name for the waiting ears. "Hasharath!" On the sands, Man-Eating Praying Mantis Green Dragonet tumbles out of her shell with a loud half-creel, half-roar, if you could call it that.  She shakes her head, sending bits of egg goo everywhere, then whirls her head around towards that spot of white.  Hmmm...she smells interesting things.  Things she wants to play with.  With a bound, she leaps forth and moves towards the white-clad group. In the galleries, Miria FINALLY steps into the caverns, and ooh-la-las as she sees Fy and Sinead down on the sands.  Quickly hollering out "I'm Rootin' Fer Ya!", she takes her seat with her big bunch o' sweetsticks.  Seeing a new Impression, she eeeeees.  "Good going down there!" On the sands, Pyrene swings Lis' hand cheerfully. "First green upholding the traditions then..." Last time Netteth, this time.... Listh? On the sands, Munster looks up towards the blue. "He says his name is Entomith," he shouts, coming back to his feet and wrapping arms around the spindly dragons width, hurting his arms on the sharp points at the same time. And with that, M'utz drags his new lifemate off the sands and towards the food nearby. Kazra cheers fairly loudly as the brown impresses. "Yay!" Xylyth adds his own noise to his lifemates in greeting. Aren't hatchings wonderful. Another cheer is given as the blue impresses, before she snaps her mouth shut at the sight of the green. Scary. But Kazra can't stay silent for long, and burbles away merrily to herself. On the sands, Fyria's eyes brighten somewhat - green always was her favourite colour.  "Eady...it's a green!"  She points at the dragonet even as a nice wad of egg goo lands near her feet.   Ugh.  She sidesteps delicately, then nudges her fellow Candidate.  "I'd say that one definitely gets what she wants."  WInk. On the sands, Sugare 'n' Spice 'n' Everything Nice Egg offers its own shakes to the crowd, but the revelation of it's prize isn't going to happen yet. On the sands, Sinead grins. "It is a green," she states with a chuckle as she spots a couple of quivering eggs and the new hatchling. "I can't wait to see who all will Impress," she murmurs before waving upwards towards her sibling. On the sands, Lis stands up straight with her spine stiffened, informing Pyrene curtly, "She looks nothing like Almyath. Or Netteth. Or me." Whups! - did she say that out loud? On the sands, Mortia eeks as she's hit with a blob of goo, and whines.  "Get it off, get it off!!"  She bats at her robe and finally dislodges the goop, leaving a slight stain on the once-perfectly white robe.  Managing /not/ to sob, she sniffs instead, her eyes easily drawn to the green.  On the sands, Saduce applauds slightly as a green appears out of her egg. "Ooh, it's a green," she mutters to the person standing beside her, not as if they couldn't see that one already. In the galleries, Magen smiles, watching the young lad with his new blue lifemate. Wiping a tear from her eye, hoping no one has seen...*hatchings always do this to me* On the sands, Kalyssa hops from one foot to another babbling something about green to her implacable hand-grabbing sands-buddy.  "Look its green!  What did you say your name was again?"  She asks quirking her head towards him.  Now is probably not the time to get into this really. On the sands, Ankar shakes his head, his eyes still on that blue as it wanders around the sands.  "It's only a bit of goo, Mortia.  Won't kill you."  Then again, Mortia could prolly be killed by a flower.  Turning his blue eyes back to the dragons at hand, he crosses his arm and waits.  Isn't he a nice piece of dragon bait? Come and get him. On the sands, On Cloud Nine Egg shakes loose from its coils. Sorry Pop, gotta go... Vampire Bat Green Dragonet Wisps of grave dust cover her anaemic white-green form, lanky shoulders draped in deathly, seductive cobwebs melding with ancient patina'd copper about her lengthy neck.  Shadows cast near black blood along the trails of angular head, and a splash of red falls across the upper portion of her maw.  The crimson splash heightens, spilling over into a sanguine ichor that coats her chest, scorch marks of phosophorous streaking alongside gaunt stomach and wide haunches, before knobby-kneed forelegs are encroached upon by ebony hued talons.  A crown of impure green-gold curves around her tail's broad base before gently expanding downwards as it slims to a spade-shape. The satiny expanse of wingspars ripples in priceless Ceylon to complete her haunted affluence, though ghostly translucent. On the sands, Tevya's back, relatively speaking.  Staring at one egg in particular can do that to a person.  Gripping her friends hand she grins, "It's happening fast, isn't it? Almost too fast!" Shaking her head, she'll turn towards the clutch once more to watch the remaining eggs hatch. On the sands, Pugsley watches as his partner in crime impresses. Hmmph.. He wonders what the other boy named himself? Probably something stupid. Erg. Slimey gaze is slid over towards the newest hatchings, and the rest of those eggs. At least the occupants of those sickly-sweet encasements are more interesting than what he had first assumed. In fact, some of them are downright.. ugly. Pugs loves it! On the sands, Auri Egg shimmers happily. Isn't it cute? Isn't it pretty? Isn't it clean and good and sweet and nice? Say.... 'Yes, Auri-Egg!' and it won't Hatch. In the galleries, Miria poings amusedly in her seat.  "Ohh!  Green!  Puuuuurrrrfect for Fy," she thinks out loud.  "Fy n' green... uh... Somethingth!  Yea!"  A narsty greenrider fella from the left elbows her and tells her to shut up, which is met with a long hard GLARE OF DOOM.  Said greenrider eeps and scootches away. On the sands, Vampire Bat Green Dragonet shakes away the splatters of egg goo that cling to her tail, the little shards that poke at her toes. Wings spring from her back, and she bursts forth with fangs glinting. Like father, like daughter, right? Raaaawr. Time for munchies. And look, they're dressed for the occasion... In the galleries, Kariel glances to Miria at that, fear sort of shooting through his bones... maybe it's not as perfect as that girl thinks, aye? Maybe? Hopefully, Shards, if she impresses... On the sands, Man-Eating Praying Mantis Green Dragonet steps carefully along the sands, peering at those white-things with a definite hunger.  MWah.  ONe of those is /hers/.  She noses at a young lad, then whuffles indigently.  Nope.  NOt good enough for her.  No men.  She /eats/ men, doesn't bond with them.  Oh look at that group of ladies over there...now who, would be her match? On the sands, Pyrene considers the wineskin lying on the Sands, half-spilled. "Hey, Auri.... I'll bet you the wine that Taesha Impresses one of those two greens." Her mother's a greenrider, and therefore the little girl is /bound/ to Impress, right? "And I'll bet you anything you like that none of Nuff's kids will Impress." Because they're Nuff-spawn. Which is a little odd. On the sands, Tirvon is still standing on the Sands.  Something was wrong with that.  Something was definitely wrong with it.  Glancing around, he spots the recent Impressions and allows a smile to cross his features.  The green is spotted as she hatches and Tirvon is watching her.  "Well..she's interesting.  Pretty..to some extent." A dip of his chin to have it touch his chest and he then spots the /other/ green.  "That one..that one's scarry looking." And who was he commenting to? A lad by the name of Eogon. On the sands, Sinead chuckles as she watches the Man-Eating one make her rounds before she spots yet another green on the sands. "There seems to be an awful lot of greens in this clutch," she offers towards Fyria. On the sands, Baladuffalee gives a blank stare at the pair of greens, a complete confidence gleaming in her pale eyes. "/Both/ are /creepy/," she declars, buffing her nails on her robe, before giving a little girlish snort. "Honestly." One's a man-eater, while she likes 'em live, and the other has fangs... She could take any fanged creature on this side of Pern. On the sands, Fyria draws a quick intake of breath as another green makes it's appearance.  She turns slowly to nod at Sinead, saying "No doubt, Eady.  I think we stand a good chance after all!!"  Her feet continue to shuffle as she watches the dragonets bound about, sniffing here, turning up a nose there.  "Oooo look, one's coming this way!!" On the sands, Riders on the sidelines help the new impressees with their... um... frighteningly hungry dragonets. Entomith certain gobbles up more than his share, even for such a spindly little thing. In the galleries, Lhana blinks, watching the apparent mayhem of the sands.  Hatchings always confuse poor Lhana.  So many things to look at.  /Too/ many.  Her eyes fly about from eggs to dragonets to...eep, scary dragonets!  Especially those two green ones, down there.  With a long exhaled breath, she plops into a seat, feeling a bit worn out already.  Not even a wave is given to her friends as yet, as she's having more than a bit of trouble finding them now that they're all in white... On the sands, Mortia doesn't shriek as the next green arrives...the heat of the sands is actually calming her a bit, and she realizes these dragonets just /might/ not eat her alive.  Yet, anyways.  She does step a little closer to Ankar however.  Cling like Saran wrap, eh? On the sands, Dolomite sends yet another pained grimace to the small little creature that has captured his hand in vice-like grip.  "Dolomite"  He voices in creepy bass.  Eyes going once more towards the horrific scene unfolding further out on the sands. On the sands, Druseth just beams, giving sappy little croons to the new greens. Lookie. /Cute/ little babies, the most perfect ever. So healthy and hungry! And one with fangs? Awww. He's in loooove. On the sands, Ankar shakes his head as another green appears.  "No bronzes yet.  That's what I'm going for, see?"  Yes, his idol is S'nor and Pilloeth, after all.  Yawn.  He bats again at Mortia, saying "It's too shardin' hot for that, Mort...step back a little, eh?"  Irritable...heat does that to him.  And lack of sleep. On the sands, Vampire Bat Green Dragonet gives a creeling snarl, baring those baby-sharp fangs as she stumbles forth, batting her wet wings eagerly. She wants to fly! And leap onto nice pale necks! Yes! A few female candidates get eyed, marked 'sweet and tender' as she lurks forth. No, no, no... /Perfection/ is needed. Perfectly tasty, that is. On the sands, Saduce shudders slightly at the fanged green. "This is, um, a very interesting clutch," she notes with yet another shudder, she loves the greens, really, honestly she does. On the sands, Little Cindyloo stands alongs the far end of the sands, far, far away from the eggies. Her innocent character is no match for the horrors she sees hatch and impress before her. "Eeeek!" she yells when the latest hatching egg splatters goo all the way to where she's standing. "Eeeek!" she yells again, before rushing forward to hide behind a much bigger candidate. She's definitively gonna need a counselor after this. On the sands, Man-Eating Praying Mantis Green Dragonet halts as she noses the Candidates before her, her breath causing the robes to waver a bit.  First Sinead, then Tevya...then Fyria.  Her head shakes a bit, then reaches around Fyria to nose at her neighbor, and with a loud creel, she bounds at the girl.  Oh yes, her companion for life, her huntress of males, the one to keep their lair well-laden at all times with foo-er, men.  Saduce is hers, and hers alone! In the galleries, Miria is sitting on the edge of her seat, much to the semi-disgust of the greenrider next to her.  Seeing another Impression occur, she eees!  "Go... uh... whoever you are!" On the sands, Cadgwith croons blissfully back at Druseth. One with fangs. She made her just for him... really. On the sands, Saduce is bounded at, oh, dear. At first she's taken aback, then she fills with love. "Sluth!" She calls out as she leads the newly Impresed green off to be fed. In the galleries, Mouth dropping open, eyes bulging, Fihall is about to leap from his seat and do some sort of foolish dance for Fyria's impression but sustains and.. with a little brow crease of consternation, sits back down. On the sands, Fyria holds her breath as the green comes near her...and doesn't dare move.  OH Faranth...this is it...but then her heart drops as the green bounds to the girl behind her, nearly knocking her off her feet.  "Shard it...look out!!"  She stumbles back a bit, nearly onto her arse...and bumps into a dark-haired boy instead.  "Err...sorry.." Blink blink.  On the sands, Pugsley feels someone slide in behind him, and turns his girth to view the little girl hiding out there. "What'ch'you think you're doing?" he snarls at her. At her frightened face and stuttered reply, he waves her away.. before suddenly getting a mischevious idea. The eggs aren't the only thing hatching here tonight, as Pugs has a great plan going at the same time. "Ok, nevermind. Sure, you can stand here.." Maybe he can shove her infront of any dragon that comes by next.. Muaahah. In the galleries, Deskol comes up the stairs. On the sands, Vampire Bat Green Dragonet is hungryhungryhungry, so terribly /hungry/, and so terribly ugly. Well, not really. She's just creepy. The dragon skulks across the sand, sniffing and snorting, before suddenly giving a loud squeal and darting forward, to the horrified feet of Baladuffalee. "Oh, Udeth!" Buffee scorns, pushing the green away. "You'll get a hug /after/ I clean that nasty stuff off you. And watch the fangs!" On the sands, Sparkling Faerie Dust Egg shivers a bit more before a large crack runs down the middle of it, only to burst open a few seconds later. Slithering Salamander Bronze Dragonet A shimmer of brass trails along smooth, untouched hide, glinting slivers of darker rust appearing in a smattering of spots across the back and racing up the 'sails, undersized wings darkened with dull copper. Slippery touches of earthen metal dance along the belly, up the truncated forelimbs and down the lengthy tail. A twitch, a creeping shadow down the snout; a burst of brightness echoes above the beady eyes, staining the neck ridges and throat alike. Stripes of marigold barely seem to distinguish from the other shades, faintly showing along the wings. On the sands, Tevya is eyeing the Man-Eating green with aprehension.  "Oh.." Hands tighten around her robe and..then she passes.  And with the passing of that /scary/ dragonette Tevya will allow a sigh of relief to pass her lips.  "That..that was close." That dragon was just far too scary!  Shuffling to her other foot, Tevya then glances towards Fyria.  "How you holding up Fy?" In the galleries, Thanatos is poised and alert, eyes whirling in dark happiness. This is /his/ kind of clutch. A horribly off-key hum rises from his throat for a second before he regains control of himself and mercifully falls silent once more. In the galleries, Vein bulges from Kare's neck as the green eyes Fyria... but then moves on. Oh. Oh, Faranth.... and then moves aside. He blinks, confusedly... and a bit woozily. A feeling of overwhelming relief flushes him... but also a meager bit of indignation. What? Fy's not good enough? Why, he oughta... sit down. Before he passes out. Mmph. On the sands, Ankar yays belatedly at Saduce as she Impresses, then yawns again.  "Good for her...ooo, and good for Buffee too."  Mortia stares at the pair as they Impress, and actually breathes a sigh of relief.  She's safe, for now, it seems.  "Faranth, if I don't Impress, I will be such a good girl..." On the sands, Fuzzy-Wuzzy Snuggly-Wuggly Kittens egg gives a wobble..a shake and all to soon does the egg burst open, shards flying around before the hatchling is left on the sands. Rabies-Infected Foaming-At-The-Mouth Alley Cat Blue Dragonet Indigo slinks down graceful curves, across mottled and matted peacocks that slide up the lean stomach and haunches. A slender tail lives in constant twitching, while battered lines of dark sapphire seem worn into the hide around the stout muzzle, whisking along to the alabaster that drips down the throat and mingles with prussian to glimpse feral, fanged ferocity. An untamed fury glints along sharp, ill-cut 'ridges and up to the azure that slides around near the whirling, predatory eyes, A spark of unpredictable wildness marks the dingy gray hue that has collected along the cautious paws, splatters of sepia tinging the forelimbs, climaxing in night-hidden lavender. On the sands, Sinead oohs slightly as a bronze hatches. "I wonder who he'll go to," she murmurs right after a congratulations is sent out to Saduce. On the sands, Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia Alfalfa Puppy Egg has stopped its fervent movements for the moment, and looks rather still - rather /dead/. Say it's not so? On the sands, Fyria looks a little shaky after that encounter and nods at Tevya.  "Hanging in there Tev...though that was a close call."  She sniffs a little as the newly bonded pair head off the sands, then turns to look at the newest dragonets to enter the world.  "Finally, a bronze!! Oh..and look at that blue..."  Her voice is somewhat dimmed though...she really thought she was going to Impress that one! On the sands, Slithering Salamander Bronze Dragonet slithers around a bit, sniffing here and there, looking for the one who is his. His tail drags in the sand as he crouches down, looking as though he's quite ready to pounce, but on who, on what? On the sands, Lestatia is quiet as a mouse.  Maybe if she doesn't move, she won't be noticed, right?  These dragons are rather scary looking, nothing quite nice and proud and sleek as she imagined.  So.  She just won't IMpress one until a gorgeous beauty comes out, right?  Right.  She hides behind a rather tall young man instead, peering out only as she hears an egg crack, then another.  On the sands, Llama Sock-Puppet Egg gets moving again. Wool's itchy, you know. However, you're still safe for the moment, as he finds another comfy drawer-shaped dip in the sands to settle in. On the sands, "Tell me about it.." Tevya responds, grinning.  At the exclamation of a bronze, Tevya will turn and grin.  "Oh he's..wow.  A bronze!" Eloquent and tactful. That's both a first and a last for Tevya.  "A blue?" And the blue is spotted as it hatches, leaving Tevya grinning. On the sands, Ankar finally perks up, his eyes widening to reveal blue orbs rarely seen by anyone.  So he sleeps.  Sue him.  He pushes Mortia away gently, and nods.  "Now that's what I'm talking about.  A bronze."  Mortia sniffs at him, then crosses her arms.  "Fine.  Go Impress a bronze...I hope he...knocks you on your rear!!"  Whine. On the sands, Pyrene loses her wine as well as her son. Auri's cleaning up this Hatching, it would seem. But Pyrene has other things to cheer her. "Ly! Look! A bronze!" she whoops at the sire's rider. "We got a bronze out of the clutch!" Much better than those mangy old blues. Yeah. Ahem. Suith croons gently at the assorted dragonets- especially the green ones. They look so much like her, don'tcha know? M'er is whuffled gently, and the bronze is eyed. Oo. Cutie. In the galleries, Lhana gulps, watching the very, very scary hatchlings pop out of those very, very cute eggs with the open-mouthed intensity only morbid curiosity can inspire.  Fy, Ead, Tevya, and anyone else she happens to recognize out there are waved to absently, before she comments to those around her, "Wow.  This is certainly a, uhh...interesting clutch."  To say the least. On the sands, Sinead grins slightly. "Finally, a bronze, we haven't had all too many of those yet," in fact, they haven't had any of those yet. Branwyth scrambles in, careful of wings and tail. On the sands, Tirvon watches as one egg hatches and then another.  "Bronze and blue." He repeats.  "Bronze and blue.  Amazing." And for once, Tirvon actually allows a wide grin to fall across his features.  "I wonder who they'll go to? I really wonder." Thoughts spoken aloud, the Candidate will turn his attention to the two newest denizens of the Sands. Sasha slides with great care down Branwyth's extended forearm, landing on the ground. On the sands, Slithering Salamander Bronze Dragonet creeps along in a lizard like manner along the groups, sniffing and poking at the male candidates, ruffling their robes as he does so, he knows his is out there, one who creeps about like him, perhaps. On the sands, Forilink gives a little snap of the fingers. *snap* And he slinks around with a curious look. Hey. A /bronze/. He likes that. But that's too cliche, too much the way that they /want/ you to think. He doesn't wanna be /ensnared/ by them, y'know. The watching ones. He'll wait. On the sands, Kalyssa continues to babble at Dolomite.  "Where abouts are you from?"  She asks, eggs and hatchlings getting only cursory attention.  On the sands, Lestatia remains silent.  That is, until Mortia decides to be like velcro and cling to /her/ of all people.  "Shoo...go away Mortia.  I don't want to be noticed!!"  Mortia ignores her, though, and grips Lestatia's hand with her own.  "All these horrid dragonets...I don't /want/ to Impress!!!"  Well, okay...she does, but not by something so scary! On the sands, Rabies-Infected Foaming-At-The-Mouth Alley Cat Blue Dragonet stumbles from his shell.  Hissing loudly, he jerks his head back before snapping his tail around him.  Those before him are eyed, and he literally springs into motion.  Scrambling towards the nearest of the group, a blue maw is pressed into the stomach of one Candidate, and he turns away with angry hiss.  Weaving slightly on all four limbs, he continues his meanderings down the line. Sasha edges further along the ledge and into the galleries. In the galleries, Sasha edges in from one of the nearby ledges. Kazra is just sitting there, entranced by the whole thing. This is the first one that she's properly watched. "Oooh bronze." she mumbles. Not as good as brown, but nice. "Go candidates!" general cheering from her direction. Xylyth looks down at Kazra. Burbling lifemates. Interesting. On the sands, Cindyloo is afraid of the big boy offering her help, however, she's even more scared of the dragonets out there. Therefore, she shrugs her teeny tiny shoulders and nods. "Ok." And there she stays. Though, she can't help but reach one hand up to scratch at her head.. This Pugsley makes her.. itchy.. Ugh. On the sands, Ankar no longer yawns, amazingly.  Instead, his eyes focus intently on the bronze, his fingers crossed behind his back.  This one, he thinks, is worthy of his attentions, as long as he's awake.  But then again, with this one, maybe he'll keep Ankar awake long enough to have a life?  "Hey Mort...wouldn't it be funny if I Impress this bronze, and you Impress a green?"  Snicker.  He points at the bronze...waggling his fingers. On the sands, Pyrene takes a step back, and discreetly pulls Lis and Auri in front of her. Behind these human shields she stares fearfully at the Rabid Blue. That one is Druseth's fault. Utterly. In the galleries, Fihall tenses, peering at the hissing blue hatchling and hoping he staves from injuring his aquaintences. On the sands, Slithering Salamander Bronze Dragonet has found his lifemate, and with that he moves of and with a mighty push of his nose Ankar is on the ground, with this bronzen dragon looking him directly in the eye. On the sands, My Little Pony Egg wriggles and shakes it's rear, the tendrils of pink waving delicately before it quiets.  Oh no...this one's not going to ride the winds yet.  NOpe nope.  Neigh. In the galleries, Sasha, with head hung decidedly low and the look of someone who has been crying about her mooches moodily onto the galleries...In silence she gazes out over the sands...deep in thought. In the galleries, Magen watches horrified as the blue hatchling savagely claws the candidate. Help arrives quickly to help the injured off the sands. She leans forward, keeping a cautious eye on the nasty blue hatchling... In the galleries, An old auntie near the front of the galleries shivers, and complains loudly. "I don't know about the rest of you, but these.. dragonets are... wrong, somehow.." She shivers again. "I mean, just lookit that bronze, or that blue! Who was the father again?" See what inbreeding does?! On the sands, Ankar literally 'ooofs' as he's tumbled to the ground. "Ow ow ow...hot sands, hot sands!!!"  He scrambles up onto his feet, then looks into the eyes of the dragonet.   A huge grin splits his face as he rubs the headknobs affecitonately.  "Lazarath!! His name is Lazarath!!" And the now known A'kar leads him off the sands to join the others. On the sands, Happy Dancing Squirrels Egg shudders and shakes as the dancing reaches fever pitch.  Almost violently it tumbles and shatters to reveal its previous occupant. Zombie Roadkill Brown Dragonet A chirr of sienna rises from the ashes, with a wraithlike form drenched in the color of autumn leaves, once fallen and left weary on the ground, waiting for winter snows to consume them. A former flicker of fuzziness can be seen in patterns of hazel along the wingsails and 'ridges, feather-thin lines of light oak that seem matted and confused, drifting in a faint splattering of scarlet, which spots along the chest and muzzle. A gray tinge seems to hold sway over his hide, a pasty, forlorn shade that droops along the battered, half-length, yet wide and bushy tail, to the bony forelimbs, which seem slightly different sizes. The Reaper has been scorned and passed by in the sunken eyes, while the glint of fangs can be seen. On the sands, Rabies-Infected Foaming-At-The-Mouth Alley Cat Blue Dragonet knows where he's going.  You! You with the long hair and too pointy nose.  You are just what I need.  Scrambling towards Herissn even as he chitters wildly to himself, the blue dragonet comes to a splay-legged stop and lifts maw to gaze at his chosen. On the sands, "Spath?"  H'iss repeats, blinking down at the dragon before him.  "Spath!"  Hands drape around Spath's neck as H'iss grins from ear to ear.  "Oh I know you're not Spath! Yes..we will." And off to the sides of the Sands does the new pair travel. On the sands, My Little Pony Egg decides that it needs to run free, be free...in that pinkish sort of way.  With a decided little spin and a gallop free from it's sandy pasture, it rolls out a bit.   A deafening crack is heard, and the eggs contents are dumped without hesitation onto the steaming sands. Oozing Cockroach Brown Dragonet Beneath a solid black mantle of death's decay stirs the gruesome heart of this unstoppable dragonet.  The stuff of nightmares squirms and skitters beneath the dark armor of his hide, his cocoon of steel, as if wings and tail were shy of the light.  The color of chest and sides burns as an eclipsed sun through toxic sky, shifting through the rubble of his neckridges and the awkward artifice of withers and legs to spawn dung-bronze feelers along his masterful spine. On the sands, Dolomite mumbles something, and attempts to disengage his hand from the babbling candidate to no Avail. In the galleries, Kiharu comes up the stairs. In the galleries, Lhana whimpers, recoiling from the morbidly frightening dragons down on the sands.  No, she does not like this at all.  "Eww!" she can't help but utter as she sees the newest 'cockroach' one.  She wouldn't wish /these/ hatchlings on any of her friends. On the sands, Fyria shouts a congrats at her fellow former-Candidates, then eyes the remaining eggs, a little worriedly in fact.  She nudges TEvya and Sinead, frowning somewhat.  "There's not many left, y'know.  I hope some more greens are in there."  Her eyes fall upon the browns rather disinterestingly, but nonetheless, she watches.  Then briefly turns to stare up at the Galleries.  Whoa...so many -people-... In the galleries, Elessar suddenly disappears ::between::! On the sands, Tevya laughs at the two newest Impressions.  "Oh my..this is too much." Nervousness partially gone, Tevya sends a gaze towards the departing pairs.  Luck would have it that the My Little Pony Egg decides to hatch then, and Tevya watches as it spills forth a brown hatchling.  "Look at that.  He's so dark!" A slight indication of the Ooozing Cockroach Brown Dragonet and Tevya his turning towards Fyria. "I know..I know.  But there's still *some* left.  Anything can happen.." A hopeful grin before she turns back to watch the dwindling eggs hatch. On the sands, Sinead applauds for the two newly Impressed. "Congratulations H'iss, A'kar!" she states as she sees yet another egg hatch. "Umm, Fy, Kaly, Tev, this is just not natural," she offers with a slight shudder. "How can those come out of the eggs that they where in?" she certainly hopes she doesn't Impress this clutch. On the sands, Pyrene raises her brows at the latest browns. "Ever so... cute..." she murmurs cautiously. "Lylia? Look at all the browns. Told you we had a good clutch. This one'll be Sinead's. And that can go to.... Kalyssa." On the sands, Oozing Cockroach Brown Dragonet crawls from the remnants of its egg and lifts his head up with a jerky movement, muzzle clicking a bit.  Food.  Oooo...does he want food.  And now.  His left eyeridge actually /twitches/ a bit, before he begins to scuttle across the sands.  He's scary.  He's hungry.  He's going to scare the daylights out of all these Candidates.  He's the Oozing Cockroach Brown Dragonet! On the sands, "Yep. Druseth and Cadge certainly know how to produce quality colors." Brownbrown. Lylia loves brown. She points to the latest two, just beaming. "Awww. Lookit. They're cute." Druseth agrees, giving a light warble. Fluffy little dragonets. On the sands, Pugsley snorts, and eyes the little girl again. "Yep. Just stand there," he repeats, his evil plan growing with every second. He even rubs his hands in anticipation. On the sands, Zombie Roadkill Brown Dragonet straightens slowly, no sudden shakes and shudders to dislodge egg goo and shell, instead he ambles way from the wreckage that once was his egg to rub against the sand or incidental candidates who were far to slow to get out of his way.  Eyes whir slowly as a deep ponderous creel is emitted.  Perhaps it is time he started to look? On the sands, Mortia squeals as the browns appear..just when she thought she was safe for a while!! She ducks behind Lestatia, who in turn ducks behind Mortia, and so forth, and so on until they're a bit off from the huddle of candidates.  "Mortia...grr..."  Lestatia hurries back to the others, Mortia close behind.  "Quit it!!"  On the sands, Sugar 'n' Spice 'n' Everything Nice Egg bouncies around a bit before falling still yet again, only to shudder once more. On the sands, Forilink eyes the browns with an approving stare. Hey. They're not so bad. Got the dark and glaring thing down without looking like they're giving into the /trend/ of dark and glaring. He can dig it. Right. But still... Not quite right. Perhaps a lady of absinthe for him. Perhaps not. Perhaps he'll go home alone. Again. Like every night of his life. On the sands, Sinead shudders slightly and headshakes. "I do /not/ want to Impress any of those, especially not the brown," she states, almost as if refusing to Impress will offer her any choice in the matter. On the sands, Super-Fluffy, Sugar-High-Inducing Cotton CAndy Egg shivers in response to the other sugary egg.  Whirl whirl whirl, then suddenly - stillness.  Nope.  This confectionary masterpiece, if you could call it that, is not quite done yet On the sands, Cadgwith gives Druseth a look that would be adorable if the hatchlings weren't reflecting in her facets. Of course, Adorability is in the Eye of the Beholder, so perhaps Dru will still find her charming. On the sands, Aww. Lis would take Forilink home, had she know of his plight. A mercy-date? "Gosh, Py, you can't tell me /that/ one's not ugly," she demands of the goldrider with a gesture of little Pidge towards the cockroach brown. On the sands, Tirvon is watching these browns carefully.  Bets were he'd Impress one.  So said the mean people who thought he deserved a crazy dragon.  He found them cute.  "Awww...How cute!" A loud exclamation that is too quick to catch, and Tirvon is watching every movement of the dragons before him.  On the sands, Fyria turns her attention back to the two browns, and giggles a bit, nudging Sinead.  "I heard that browns like to Impress guards...ready to prove me wrong?"  She winks, then takes a -slight- step back.  Nope.  She wants a green, see?  Her eyes peer around at the other eggs, purposefully avoiding a look at those black garters. Cough.  Note to self, grab 'em before she heads off the sands! On the sands, Tuff heads up the Nufflets, who so far have merely Watched and Beheld the goings on. However now rather than behold, he starts sending around a rumour that there will Not be cookies after this. Just to create havoc. On the sands, Sinead elbows Fy. "Doesn't matter whether they like to Impress guards, I don't like to Impress browsn," she states pointedly, offering her friend a wickedly evil grin. In the galleries, Miria giggles at Fyria's comment, then loooooooks for her blueblueblue thong.  Has its egg broken yet?  Yes!  So she will scamper down there and grab it.  When Sinead doesn't see.  Wink. On the sands, Pyrene shrugs. "Of course it's ugly.... it's just hatched. Very cute though," she declares, besotted until her nose suddenly pinches up in disgust. "Lis? Is that Pidge or is one of the candidates disgracing themselves? In the galleries, Fezz suddenly disappears ::between::! On the sands, Because You Can Never Have Too Many Kittens Egg is still cute. And is gonna be cute forever'n'ever'n'ever... On the sands, Oozing Cockroach Brown Dragonet continues to sniff at the choice delicacies before him, headknobs waving like little antennae as his eye continues to twitch.  Hmm...jaw opens at shuts again with a clack, even as he continues to scuttle here, scuttle there.  That little group of boys and girls there looks rather...tasty.  Taste like rotting wherry, perhaps?  Delish.  He slinks on over and whuffles at one Nufflet, then another.  Nope, this one's too wimpy, this one's too small...which one's just right? On the sands, Cindyloo isn't listening... Her eyes are still stuck on the horrors hatching in front of them. She sees the sweet eggs, and pleads with Faranth that at least one of them will give birth to /something/... innocent. On the sands, Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia Alfalfa Puppy Egg still doesn't move. Like a rock... On the sands, Tevya grins at the comments of her friends, "They're unique.  What's so wrong with unique?" A slide of her eyes towards her friends before she stifles another grin.  Hands fall up to her face to deliver a much needed scritch and then they drop back down to her side. On the sands, Zombie Roadkill Brown Dragonet moves with disjointed grace, lifting his mottled nose every so often to scent the area.  Moving inevitably closer he wipes his still gooey nose along the robes of some candidates who still hadnt moved before coming to a stop before Sinead momentarily.  Cocking his head slightly he watches her for a moment, before nose is once more up in the air and he is off once more, his movements more confident now that he has found the stench he is looking for. On the sands, Sinead shudders and jumps back from thr brown, no, no, no, no, she will not Impress a brown, period, end of discussion. On the sands, Mortia carefully puts some distance between herself and the Nufflets, trying to avoid having to touch that, that, /dragonet/, if you could call it hat.  Lestatia reluctantly follows her, trying to remain as inconspicuoius as possible.  "Mortia...Mortia!! Just don't move, and they might not notice!"  She whispers this to the dark haired girl.  Then freezes.  Nope.  She's not really here right? Right. In the galleries, Dark eyes gaze with glazed indifference over the wonders and horrors that are unfolding before Sasha on the sands. A look of distaste is cast at the Zombie dragonet, but this could possibly be merely because he dares to be brown as opposed to anything else about him. On the sands, Pyrene starts to squeal and then cuts herself off in disappointment. And really now... Sinead's not even /trying/. "Fyria for blue?" she guesses idly. On the sands, Tuff looks ready to lead the Nufflets away in a concerted dash across the Sands, but Chuff trips over Ragamuff and Duff and Scruff start fighting. And so he is left to defend them from the horrors of Oozing Cockroach alone. Oh, crud. On the sands, Zombie Roadkill Brown Dragonet turns his head slowly to regard Dolomite, tongue lolling as the butts the bigger man squarely in the stomach leaving a trail of egg goo in its wake.  Dolomite stands incredulous as the Brown claims him.  "He says his name is Fuzzyth, and he's hungry"  Comes the deep bass rumble as D'oom and Fuzzyth make their way to the already dead meat that is to the one side. Suith scrambles in, careful of wings and tail. In the galleries, Lhana gasps as the horrible brown stops in front of Sinead, then breathes out a sigh of relief as the dragonet moves on.  "That was a close one," she says to herself.  She simply can/not/ allow her friends to get stuck with these horrrible lifemates!  Not that she has any say in the matter... Esmeyath scrambles in, careful of wings and tail. M'er slides from Suith's neck and lands gently on the ground. Valanth scrambles in, careful of wings and tail. Zeja slides from Esmeyath's neck and lands gently on the ground. On the sands, Tevya watches the brown as he nears closer to Sinead, and a laugh is stiffled as Sinead jumps back.  "Sinead! That wasn't very nice!"  Still, the brown is watched as he ambles away.  "I wonder who'll be next.." Each newly emerging dragonet is eyed and carefully watched as they make their rounds. On the sands, Oozing Cockroach Brown Dragonet continues to pick through the Nuff-pack...looking for that tender morsel he /knows/ is in there...ah HA!!! With a triumphant clacking-creelish sort of noise, he bounds upon the remaining Tuff..it's him!! Just right!!! Tuff is somewhat caught off guard as he's tumbled down by the brown, and eeps in surprise - until their eyes lock.  And then T'ff breaks into a grin at the lump of brown before him. "I love you too Rancyth, no matter /what/ anyone says!!!"  Rancyth's eye continues to twitch even more as his headknobs waggle, the pair following the others off the sands. Kazra once more yanks her eyes away from the hatching on the sands to wave cheerily at her weyrling friends "Seems like Ista is invading the Reaches." she commments, before giving another yay for any impressions that she missed during the greeting period. Xylyth is still humming away merrily in greeting to all and sundry. Hummmmm. On the sands, Sugar 'n' Spice 'n' Everything Nice Egg shudders one final time before an ear-splitting crack can be heard, summoning the attention of all those present. Vile Insectoid Green Dragonet Pointy headknobs drop at akward angles, sticking out more like tentacles than headknobs. Adorned in yew, the sickly embrace drips down her angular shaped head and all-too-pointy nose. Olive-tinted hue slimes its way over this prickly-backed dragon, parts along the higher apex of her spine spreading into a rosy blush that appears more like old blood stains than any true color. Thick growths seem infectous, for yellow-green oozes upwards and trails along the moss-flanked chest and short limbs. Wings are spindly and crooked, matching turquoise-spined tail. Eyes swirl with an evilly humorous gleam, promising future hoaxes to come; however the best trick this wicked dragon ever pulled, was Impressing herself in the first place. On the sands, Because You Can Never Have Too Many Kittens Egg wants yarn and catnip and fun happy things. But it'll have to settle for hatching. And Pern... shouldn't fear too much. Really. Suburban Rat Brown Dragonet On the sands, Bristly strokes of madder streak across the top of his wide-countenanced head, umber topped head-knobs merge to jagged trails of russet down his face. Hollowed cheeks, deep set eyes and bony ridges lead to a pointed, slim maw. A slender neck is cloaked in russet flowing backwards to flank chest and back in it's chilling embrace.  Darkened shades once more cast unreal features across forelimbs; thinner fore claws are tipped with sharp quicksilver talons.  Drawing towards his stomach is walnut, the double-dark hues of near black covering limbs before reaching the tip of his tail.  What first appears to be a coating of caramel is truly a weave of roan across wing sails. In the galleries, Nobody speaks to Sasha as she stands a little apart from the crowds in the Galleries, and its probably a good thing. A solitary tear rolls sone her face and is scrubbed away angrily as she focuses all her attention on the hatching. And there..a green...another tear drops and evaporates unnoticed. Greens...who needs em. On the sands, Pugsley slowly moves /around/ the little girl, grinning wickedly to himself as he positions his body behind Cindyloo. Heeeere dragon dragon dragon. Too bad they weren't allowed to bring anything else but their robes and selves out onto the sands, or else he'd have slipped some packtails juice in a bottle and brought it along; slipping a little bit onto each other candidate so that the beasts would sniff them out instead of him. Muahaha. Still, he still has this girl to offer as a sacrifice. On the sands, Fyria whews as the brown Impresses, but her eyes are then drawn to that green that's appeared.  "Tevya...another green!!"  She hops up and down a bit, cursing her short height as she watches the green with a hopeful look on her face.  "She's so...er....cute?"  Well...cuteness -is- in the eye of the beholder after all.  On the sands, Sinead shudders slightly as she spots this green. "It's, ah, her, lovely, just like the rest," she offers with a small grimace, don't let her Impress, don't let her Impress. On the sands, Super-Fluffy, Sugar-High-Inducing Cotton Candy Egg whirls around again, wafts of sugary-sweeteness emerging from it's shell.  ONce more, though, it quiets.  Another shudder, then silence once more. On the sands, Suburban Rat Brown Dragonet gives a saucy shake of the tail as he emerges into the line of white-picket candidates, all in neat rows, looking drearily the same. Alas. A flick of the paws and he's off scuttling and slinking along, wings dragging in the sands. Heyheyhey... Which boy or girl will be the trashcan for him to investigate? 'Cause they certainly smell like it, all this heat and sweating... Ewww. Valanth wings down to the ledges, humming with /style/ of course. Kia waves to her fellow clutchmates, yet stays seated on Val's neck as it provides a very nice view. On the sands, Vile Insectoid Green Dragonet lets out a creel as loud as the splitting of it's shell. She shakes herself off, flinging egg goo everywhere, even hitting a few of the lovely white robes as she goes. This insect like green is determined and skuttles over the sands to find her lifemate, never stopping her ear-splitting creels. On the sands, Lestatia peers out behind the tall boy in front of her, eyes quite interested on the green.  Okay, so she's vile...but in that sleek sort of way.  "Mortia..that one's not too bad, eh?"  Mortia's eyes, however, are nicely hidden behind her hands.  Nope.  She's not looking at any more dragonets! On the sands, Forilink nearly twitches, giving a distasteful look as he eyes the sands. Great, another one that just wants to suck some poor chump into the machinery of day-to-day living. He's an /artiste/, shardit. But better than that earlier Vamp that seemed to want to suck someone into the realm of massive bloodloss. The newest green just gets eyes, an approving little murmur heard from his direction. Well, it seems decent enough... On the sands, Sinead shudders and politetly refrains from covering her ears. "I can't believe what's hataching out of those eggs, it's...." she's at a loss for words now, so she just gapes at the whole thing. On the sands, Taesha is as white as a sheet. Definitely not a good idea to be Standing for a Cadgwith clutch--even if it was sired by Druseth. The gossip was true. The girl dithers, trying to decide whether she'd rather suffer the horrors of being left standing as opposed to the horrors of Impressing one of /these/. On the sands, Shimmer and shimmy... Skip and sparkle. Auri Egg has woken up. On the sands, Vile Insectoid Green Dragonet stalks up to Fyria and sniffs at her, making her robes flutter, a brief headshake and she moves on, Tevya, no and so forth, bunting on she looks at Taesha and offers a wiff, are you? perhaps, no, and onword she goes, then...Ah ha! She rushes up to Tirvon and bunts his leg, offering egg goo to him. This one, is mine. On the sands, Suburban Rat Brown Dragonet is not part of the problem, he's part of the solution. He's a winner! He can make the most efficient use of spoiled meat scraps that you've ever seen. A little sniff from the sharpened snout, and he scoots along at a rapid, scabbering pace. Huhhuhhuh... /Yes/. There's a project. And it smells tasty, too. Just slightly rancid, but rather delicious, as well. Oh, Foriliiiiiink. This way! Hup hup! Time to eat! On the sands, Super-Fluffy, Sugar-High-Inducing Cotton Candy Egg wiggles and whirs up again, that sweetness spinning around in a madcap fashion to send bits of sugary eggsheall outwards.  Soon, nothing is left but the little dragonet within, a creeling sound high enough to shatter windows emitted from it's throat. Disturbed Woodlouse Blue Dragonet A spark of brilliant topaz between his head knobs leads to sparkling trails of ghostly olive around eyes, ridges of deep cadet blue lining eye ridges, close fitting and dark.  An angular slash of steel blue falls diagonally across the upper ridge of his maw, sloping downwards to curl underneath his chin. A long, spindly neck is topped in gunmetal gray; reflective highlights weave enchanting patterns around his wide throat and broad shoulders before swirling across hindquarters.  Liquid twighlight takes form on his sharp, long talon, and his wing sails are of the creamiest and darkest slate, patterned in calico rings crossed with Russian blue. His slender tail is marked by the same rings, growing thinner and smaller as the trek down the tail continues. On the sands, Marshmallow Peep Egg peeps! Marshmallow goodness quivering as the egg begins convulsing.  A sugar-induced high if you will, for the egg bumps against the Miniature Novelty Teacups Egg.  Hopefully nothing's broke in there.  That'd be just plain bad.  Spinning on end, the egg then canters back and forth, shards falling around it and then out of the top, a dragonettes head pops.  Why..hello!  And the rest of the egg cracks, leaving the hatchling sitting in the remains. Demonic Centipede Blue Dragonet On the sands, Royal streaks of ocean blur along a plump form, azure forelegs trimmed by odd musculature, emphasizing the joints, while the stomach has strange tucks and turns that appear an almost segmentation. An elongated tail holds parallel lines of paler cyan that crease the hide, sandy sapphire kicked to stain the bony forepaws. Skeletal 'ridges are barely noticeable, while the otherwise unassuming wings hold an eerie pattern of ominous twilight among morning sky-light shades, hints of crimson licking an oddly staring design, which appears to glare from the folds of the 'sails themselves, calling to the dredges of pit. Bluntness reigns over the slender chest and short muzzle, the slumped eyeridges and tame talons On the sands, Out of the shell the Disturbed Woodlouse Blue Dragonet tumbles, head over tail to be exact.  Standing upright, his eyes then seem to boggle and swirl.  There's a cant to his head that's definitely not normal.  It cant be normal truly.  Bellowing loud and long, he'll strike forwards, shooting for one section of the Candidtate line.  Icupson is picked off, being whom the blue had chosen.  I'cup stutters as he wraps his hands around the head of his dragon.  "Slatyth! Of course you are!" Head is burred atop the dragons head and I'cup delivers a tight hug to his new blue lifemate.  The two are then led off the Sands. In the galleries, Lhana blinks as the green one finds a match with...that boy, you know...the one she bought at the auction a while back.  "Oh, it picked Tirvon!" she exclaims.  Hey, look - she remembered his name for once!  ...And now he's changing it.  Hrmph. On the sands, Tirvon, from this day forth known as T'on gets bunted by and egg goo covered nose and jumps slightly before kneeling down. "Khrynth! Her names Khrynth!" He calls out, beaming proudly at his lifemate as Khrynth and T'on make their way off of the sands. On the sands, Forilink just stares, giving a disgusted look as the Suburban Rat scratches at his feet. "/Fine/," F'ink says, rather huffy, but with bright eyes. "We'll get you food. And all that stuff. Just don't try to crowd me, right? 'Cause... I'm creative. Y'know. But Sciuruth... I think we'll work out juuust fine." F'ink has been converted. He loves Big Brother. On the sands, Auri Egg wriggles and jiggles and does the Hokey Cokey and it turns itself around... and then it remembers what life is all about. Life. And to give life, one must lose innocence and descend into the shadow. Or something along those lines, right? Mudpool Blood-sucker Leech Brown Dragonet Furtive he is, this diminutive brown, with no fish's brightness to illuminate the creeping length of his sluggish form. Night descends over his dark, inky hide to cast shadows across the mud-swirled twilight of his wings. Rising like a dying gasp through the murky depths, a distant song of brown slimes the sleekness of his full flanks, blood red smears the untidy curves of neck and head. Mystery and revulsion reign amidst the stagnant pools of these blunt ridges, the still shades of pitch settling further along his elongated tail. Yet a softer side is revealed in stunted limbs, in the shortness of tooth and talon. Thus his appearance is unfinished, unformed: the altogether making for fangless, fetal ferocity. On the sands, Sinead watches as the dragons come in a rash of hatchings. "Oh, more browns," she states and ducks behind Fyria, yes, she's not Impressing a brown, not on her life. On the sands, Fyria freezes as the green sniffs at her robes, her heart leaping into her throat.  Her expression all but wilts again, however, as she's passed up once more...for a -boy-, no less.  "Congrats T'on" is all but muttered, her eyes barely lifting to glance at the other dragonets that have appeared.  "I don't think I'm going to Impress this time, Ead."  Sigh. On the sands, Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia Alfalfa Puppy Egg suddenly sprouts back to life with a frenzied deverish of hopping and cracking.  With one definative crack the egg hatches, displaying its hatchling in gooey glory. Venus Flytrap-In-Waiting Green Dragonet Lime green glistens with primordial swamp-mist, shining translucent along her important curves: eyeridges, neckridges, and every feminine line of low-slung hips and coyly curved shoulders. Red means danger where it highlights the spines of her wings, deepening into blood along the tips of wingspars and speckling drips along her weedy haunches and scrawny legs. Her tail goes beyond slender into emaciated, as thin as the reedy limbs that hold her up and the reptilian hatchet-face atop her corded neck. On the sands, Pugsley hears T'on exlaim the name of his dragon. Hey, isn't that a name of one of the riders 'round here? That bluerider who's so lame that he's always blushing? Woah. Wierd coincidink. Meanwhile, he shuffles his feet, which are starting to smolder on the hot sands. This is boring. This is bland. This is.. *scratch scratch* Itchy? Hmmph, maybe he'll have to shave his head even /closer/ next time. On the sands, Sinead pats Fy's shoulder. "Perhaps next time Fy," she states as she chuckles. "That dragonets name was Khrynth," snicker. "Sounds like she got the idea from Kh'ryn." On the sands, Lestatia peers at the blue that's arrived, and wrinkles her nose.  "Blues are...weird.  I prefer a green."  Mortia's interest, however, is somewhat curious at the blue.  "Now that one's not that scary looking.."  She dares to come out from behind Lestatia to get a better look. On the sands, Cindyloo watches the boy candidate scratch out of the corner of her eye, wishing he'd stop doing that.. He's making /her/ itchy too! The good little girl then swings her gaze back towards the eggs, and hugs herself when she sees the Chia Puppy Egg hatch. Yes! This one will be cute, she just /knows/ it! Boy, is she ever dissapointed when something green, sinful and ... is that blood? emerges. On the sands, Mudpool Blood-sucker Leech Brown Dragonet is not here. He lurks... dark... mysterious.... deadly. Well, a little deadly. Kind of. Over time. Slithering along on his stomach he advances forward, sneaking around behind the line of Lylia, Auri, Pyrene and Lis to advance on the candidates from the shadows. It should perhaps be noted that Auri is choking on her 'eww's. On the sands, Demonic Centipede Blue Dragonet lets out a rather hell-mouth scream from his muzzle, eyes blazing as he's arrived.  Now this - THIS is nice.  Warmth, and what's this? Warm bodies too?  He whirls and stalks, legs rolling in a fashion that's..unusual, even as his wings drag along beside him.  Those teeth, those eyes, those deadly claws...all he needs is a forked tail.  Wait.  He has that already! In the galleries, Kariel is sitting. Because if he stood, he'd fall. Which would defeat the purpose of standing, no? Greens are watched as the sniff Fyria and move on so far, Weyrhealer's body a whirl of emotions... you'd think it was him out there. He's relieved, ultimately... even though he knows that unless one decides to cling to her soon, he's going to have alot of consoling to do. A small price to pay... On the sands, Druseth gives a soppy little 'rrrrraaawr' at the Blood-sucker Leech. This one's certainly its father's son. And a mama's boy, too. The Demonic Centipede blue gets an approving croon, before Druseth lurks closer to the Leech Brown. Gotta watch who it goes for. Only the /best/ for his shining star of a son. Fangy. Yes. In the galleries, R'ley comes up the stairs. On the sands, Fyria shrugs at Sinead and Tevya.  "Yeah, I suppose."  One brow quirks up at the blue, followed by a wince.  "That one's going to make me go deaf if it keeps that up."  She winces again, then sidles back a bit.  "Scary.  Just plain...scary."  What are they feeding the dragons up here, sheesh? On the sands, Cadgwith-seamonster croons at Druseth-vampire. They had a leech! Isn't that just /precious/?? On the sands, Sinead nods and takes a step back. "They're all scary Fy, just hope that you don't Impress from this batch and you can go back to being a messanger and not have to worry about living with these, these, creatures," she whispers slightly. On the sands, Mortia's actually freed herself from Lestatia, standing a bit next to her instead.  "That blue one looks like it'll protect me, no?"  She needs a protector.  Demonic or otherwise.  Lestatia simply snorts in derision.  "Not me.  I don't need protecting."  She's such a terrible liar though..her eyes blink nervously at the hatchling. In the galleries, Sashas eyes are dry now...more angry than upset...and behind the anger lies confusion and fear. She gazes out over theh stumbling waddling youngsters and sniffs a bit... On the sands, Venus Flytrap-In-Waiting Green Dragonet slinks along the sands, creeping like vegetation towards the diminsihing cluster of candidates.  Flashing scarlet hues wingsails she attempts to attract a candidate to her rather than the other way round. Its not that she its lazy, just its more convieniant when her victim comes to her. On the sands, Pugsley notices a certain green heading their way, and readies his plan for action. Quickly, deftly, he steps forward and gives a shove to the little candidate girl standing in front of him. "Here! Take her!" he yells, actually tearing his fingers away from his head for a moment to point to Cindyloo. "She's hhheeeeeere!" On the sands, Druseth would flutter, if he could without risking squishing a rider or two. Absolutely /darling/. A /leech/. Aww. Beam. Everyone said they would have creepy children, but look. It's so /sweet/! What's not to love? On the sands, Demonic Centipede Blue Dragonet thinks otherwise, spotting the two girls huddled in the back.  With another scream, he rears his head, headknob-horns and all, and shoves his way through the pack and coming to a halt before MOrtia and Lestatia.  Eeny meeny....sniff at Mortia, but /lunge/ at Lestatia.  Mine!! My toy to mangle!!  Lestatia shrieks as the blue comes towards her...but then meets his eyes and can't help herself, smiling.  "Awww..my little...Scalusath!!"  Statia carefully avoids those sharp talons as she scritches the eyeridges, then gives Mortia a wave.  "Good luck Mort...I'm off with SCalusath!"  Off the pair go, to join the others. On the sands, Mudpool Blood-sucker Leech Brown Dragonet continues to creep and crawl along, nibbling at unwary ankles. /Hello/ Sinead-Fyria-Tevya-Kalyssa.... But no, he wants sweeter blood. Blood rich with sugary-goodness. And so he makes his way towards the Cookie-fed Brood of Nuff. Ragamuff, Duff and Scruff are young and fleet, and hastily get out of the way to hide behind big brother Chuff. Thus it is that "Luteuth!" cries out Ch'ff, and a new pair make their way into the weyrlingmasters' nightmares. On the sands, Little Cindyloo screams in fear as she's pushed forward, and rather than fall onto the sand, she continues forward and ends up nearly /running/ towards one red green dragonet. Looking up, she screams again. "Argggahhh!" In the galleries, R'ley strips off his heavy riding coat as he takes the stairs two at a time till he finds a free seat to slip into. For once the bronzerider wears his knot, which shows him to be an Istan Weyr bronze rider. Brilliantly green eyes graviate to the sands the moment they are in view, though he frowns slightly at the rather frightening bunch on the sands. On the sands, Miniature Novelty Teacups Egg tinkers and tittles in it's sandy bin, pink whirls swirling ever so gently.  Mad Hatter, anyone?  It tinkles and twirls again, but remains still.  For now. On the sands, Mortia pales as Statia goes off with her new lifemate...leaving her all /alone/ on the sands.  Eeeep!!!  And no one's left for her to cling to, barely!!! She huddles behind the group of Nufflets instead - small comfort, considering she's taller than them. On the sands, Venus Flytrap-In-Waiting Green Dragonet emits a shrill creel as her ploy works, staring bedazedly into the little white ones eyes.  Cindyloo stutters momentarily before announcing in a small voice "Her...Her name is Yrrith"  Little Cin looks amused as she and her life-mate are led from the sands. In the galleries, Sasha  is oblivious to the people around her...lost in thought she watches that disgusting bloodsucking brown creep around the sands. Who ever said that hatchlings were cute? Who ever it was was wrong...very very wrong. Sasha curses under her breath and glowers, her eyes focusing on nothing again. On the sands, Miniature Novelty Teacups Egg decides it's time to be served.  Tea-time anyone?  With another tinkling of mauvish delight down along the sands, it comes to a sudden halt and pours its contents upon the steaming sands.  One lump or two? Bulbous Toad Green Dragonet Swamp green floats murkily upon the form of this rotund green, bubbles of noxious lime erupting here and there from the gloomy depths of her hide.  The rainbow sheen of oily water lends her a slimy appearance. Bulbous eyes bulge from snubbed features, perched precariously upon a stocky neck leading not so gracefully to her bloated torso.  Bowed legs get her where she needs to be, eventually.  Her wings are her redemption; here the swamp gives way to grassy verges of emerald green, glittering with watery ripples of near-gold. On the sands, "Aww." Lylia's happy. Look. Such adorable little things. "Oh, /two/ of Nuff's have gotten dragons? Lovely. Such a nice lot." Riiight. For such pretty dragons, too. Aww. Lylia's blinded by loooove, baby. Fluttering happy. "For once, I might actually /like/ teachin' a class o' weyrlings, Py... I mean. /Look/ at the dragons." They'll be perfect angels, right On the sands, Llama Sock-Puppet Egg wiggles. It's drawer-like trench in the sand has changed shape, now feeling more like a washboard. Not comfortalbe, I tell you. Spinning itself towards the left, it leaves the spot like a real sock would leave dirty washwater, only to find itself settled quietly again nearby. On the sands, Fyria watches the green and blue Impress with a tinge of sadness in her eyes.  Nope, two more chances down.  Her hopes rise somewhat though at the appearance of another green.  "Maybe that one Ead?"  She steps on her tiptoes curiously, eyes widening as she catches the, er, darling little green. On the sands, Mortia frowns as she's obvoiusly not going to hide behind these kidlets.  Oooo...Fyria!!  She spots the girl and wanders over to her, and behind her.  "Hello Fyria, is it?"  She's so terrible with names.  "Just...don't move, 'kay?  I don't want to be eaten by those hatchlings!!"  Another whine. Yep, she's Pern's MasterWhiner. On the sands, Pyrene eyes the dragons thoughtfully. "Are you sure, Ly?" she asks. "I mean the dragons are lovely, but have you /seen/ who they're Impressing?" On the sands, "Okay, /true/... But Nuff's lot can't be bad. And that scared girl that got the green -- Yrrith? -- seemed rather nice. And there's one or two others that don't look too bad. I'm sure the rest I can scare into silence within a few sevendays." She's got babies. Lylia's gonna be optimisitc. On the sands, Pugsley is proud that his little plan worked. And just look! There's only one egg left on the sands! Ha, fat chance he'll be single out. Therefore, with sore feet and a happy, evil smile, the boy starts to walk towards the edge. So long, suckas! At the last minute, however, he ponders filching a robe or too of the other candiates who're still standing. How funny would that be? On the sands, Pyrene shakes her head. "Cindyloo? She was always so nice... but did you see the look in her eyes when she Impressed?" She has gone over to... The Green Side. On the sands, Bulbous Toad Green Dragonet tries to creel her disdain at being dumped out onto the sands...but what comes out is more akin to a...well...croak-creel.  Ooookay.  Her bulging eyes look around warily at the huddle of white.  Hm. She needs one of these disgusting creatures?  Ugh.  A small hip-hop is taken from the eggshards, tail wiggling curiously.  Hmm...she wants a...a..../girl/.  Bound bound.  Sniff sniff.  One of those.  Ribbit. In the galleries, Lhana peers out at the sands, eyeing the eggs and the scary dragonets.  Looks like it's winding down.  "Is it almost over?" she asks to no one in particular, a twinge of hopefulness to her tone.  Yes, it's a lovely event and all, a Hatching, but these dragonets are starting to disturb her.  So much so that a few of these new ones are starting to actually look...cute.  Scary, no? On the sands, Fyria peers over at the dark haired girl.  Mortia, wasn't it?  She can barely remember.  "Uhh...hi?  ANd...okay?"  She won't move, especially now that the green's begun to head in their direction.  "Just don't shriek, okay?  I'm hoping for a green...and this is may be my last chance!!"  No, she won't even consider the Sock Puppet Egg.  "So -hush-!!" On the sands, Llama Sock-Puppet Egg changes his mind. That's enough drying out. Time for him to make his entrance, and with that, a loud crack escapes, and the woolen-looking egg falls apart at the stitches. Brown Sneaky Fingers Dragonet Wrinkled hide, looking odd upon the youthful dragon, shrouds this creature from crooked headknobs to rickety wingtips. Dusky brown mire slimes its way upwards upon lithesome frame, lightening to the sickly hue of putrid swamp water once the coloring reaches warped rear. Doesn't look like this guy will make for a comfortable ride. Talons extend from gnarled paws; their tips looking as though they've been roughly chewed around the edges. Crafty eyes swirl with an uncanny motion, unlike that normally seen within the gaze of such a beast. Be wary of the uneven row of fangs that jut from under snide lips, they tend to 'snag' accidentally upon the clothing of passerby's. On the sands, Mortia manages a slight squeak as the green approaches their pack.  "Oh-oh kay, Fyria.  I won't...eeee!!!"  She stifles her shriek with her hands, practically hyperventilating as the dragon comes near and lets out that horrific creel of hers.  Please make me disappear, please make me disappear... On the sands, Cadgwith blinks solemnly down as the last of eggs crack. And so it goes.... but it's another brown, and that's good to end on. Shaking her craggy head she croons stormily at her youngest child. Hers and Druseth's. Forever. On the sands, Lis would be otherwise very touched by the scene of the dragons, were she not so hot, sticky, sandy, smelly and all over tired. Barely any time spent on the Sands at all, and she's looking rather wilted. "Thank Faranth's it's over..." On the sands, Brown Sneaky Fingers Dragonet creels towards his momma and daddy. Though only freshly hatched, he's been taught well. Easily he leaves his shard-nest, sneaking past bewildered candidates with ease. A claw hooks here, a tooth snags there as he crosses through that crowd, ripping a few candidates robes in the process. Woohoo.. I see your bottom! Muahaha. Now, after that bit of fun, the brown starts some serious sleuthing. Where's my henchman hiding? On the sands, Bulbous Toad Green Dragonet sniffs one girl.  Nah.  No meat on that one.  She hops along from Candidate to Candidate...coming to a halt at Fyria and whuffling that robe of hers.  Then tugging at the belt.  Hmmm...nope, not this one either.  With another creel-croak, she whirls her head and shoves Fyria aside to get to her one true lifemate.  Her lilypad.  Her toadstool.  One long, sticky tongue comes out to lick at Mortia's face, even as the girl drops down to her knees, about to face.  Eyes meet, however, and suddently Mortia perks back up.  "B-Buffoth? Buffoth!!"  She spares Fyria  glance, then in a /complete/ change of mannerism, she leads Buffoth off the Sands.  No fear at all.  On the sands, Druseth snuffles at the last one, a little sad as he slinks towards the shards of the Llama Sock-Puppet Egg, poking at them with a crimson paw. Pokepoke. They're... just not as /fun/ as when they were round. Sniffle. But he'll always have Cadgwith, right? The Sneaky Fingers Brown gets a loving, sweet-tempered croon from the otherwise eerily fierce brown poppa. His last. Lovelove. On the sands, Pyrene looks thoughtful. "Buffoth. Interesting...." she murmurs, glancing sidelong at Lylia. In the galleries, Sasha sighs..Another Brown...her face begins to crumple again and she looks towards the ledges where her own green dragon is curled...and then very deliberately, very decidedly..begins to walk in the opposite direction. **May have missed a few poses here, had to go and do something before I remembered to send a puppet to watch.** Pyxis> Gallery Ledges Pyxis> Wide enough for a whole weyrful of dragons, the ledge lines the Hatching Cavern walls, interrupted at one side by the Galleries themselves, with stairs leading down each side to the spectator seats. Scuffed and scraped by years of use and dragon talons, the well-worn stone retains the heat that rises from the sands, comfortably cozy with a perfect view of the hatching grounds. Pyxis> Type 'help here' for info on how to view objects on the sands. Pyxis> To the south, you see ten people. Pyxis> Blue Mzadith, green Imbriath, green Branwyth, green Suith, and green Esmeyath are here. Pyxis> M'er and Zeja are here. Pyxis> Obvious exits: Pyxis> Galleries     Fly Pyxis> Pyxis flaps lazily out of ::between:: Pyxis> In the galleries, Brialana comes up the stairs. Pyxis> On the sands, Fyria once again holds her breath, eyes widening as the green tugs at her belt and loosens it.  But then...she moves on? Fyria visibly wilts and her lower lip begins to tremble.  Yes, there's still a chance with the brown that just appeared, but...she wanted a -green-.  No chance to let a tear fall, however, as suddenly her belt is -gone-, no thanks to that brown...leaving her, um, robe hanging open?  Not only is she un-Impressed, she's half-naked now in front of the -entire- Weyr!!  Pyxis> In the galleries, Kariel groans at that. Well. He's awake now. The whole of Pern is now seeing bits of Fyria he'd prefer to keep to himself, if you know what he means. "Fyria, love, relatch the hook on your hip..." he calls out to her... hopefully to be heard. He's embarassed. And he's not naked. Pyxis> On the sands, Pyrene coughs a little and glances to Lis. "That brown'll be a match for Aly in a couple of years, I'm telling you! I wonder who he'll Impress... He should really go for Fyria after all that...." Dragons aren't likely to be fair. Pyxis> On the sands, Pugsley can't believe it! That brown just did what he was wanting to do! He laughs even harder when Fyria is one of the few who have her robe ripped open, covering his mouth as he laughs. However, the laughter is soon halted when Sneaky Fingers Dragonet makes his way towards him. Gape. Staring into the animals eyes, the pudgy, rotten boy can't help but sob.. a little. "His name is Handeth!" He shouts, and P'ugs leads his new evil playmate off of the sands and towards future, prankish, adventures. Pyxis> On the sands, Pyrene sighs and moves forward gathering Pidgery into her arms and packing Auri off to chat with the candidates who didn't make it. After all, what better to shake a person out of Post Hatching Depression than a bright, perky, pink-loving greenrider? Pyxis> On the sands, Cadgwith stretches her wings and flaps vigorously, sending blasts of hot air through the cavern. Well.... that was fun. She and Druseth have shared a wondrous heart-filled experience. And now she's done with him. Ciao bella. Pyxis> On the sands, Fyria's face burns a furious red, she can feel it, as she hurriedly closes her robe and picks up the belt from the ground, tying around her waist.  Nope, she can't look up at the stands at this point - granted the folks up in the stands sure got a good look at her, prolly.  Wiping at a tear that runs down her cheek, she follows the others off the Sands, to pack her things and move out of the Barracks.  So long, Candidacy.  So long, eggs.  So long dragonets.  And so long robe...er, well, almost. Pyxis> On the sands, Druseth watches Cadgwith with ancient, brooding eyes. But... but... Dearest! Sweet Siren of the Sea! He is to be left? Alone? To his heartrending loneliness? Alas, alack... What sadness does reign in the hearts of the immortal. Sigh. Maybe he needs to curl up with a nice vat of herdbeast blood to cheer him up. Pyxis> Branwyth watches the new hatchlings disperse, looking on approvingly while still muddling over the puzzle of her rider's behaviour. Only to glance over to the Galleries and find... No Sasha. A confused creen. Sasha? Sasha? Where are you? Pyxis> In the galleries, Sasha glances back towards the unsuspecting Branwyth and slips out of the Galleries with quiet determination. Pyxis> On the sands, Kalyssa grumbles and makes her way off the sand.  Great D'oom had to go impress now who was she going to bug.  Scowling she kicks a little of the sand about as she departs into the darker recesses of the weyr. Pyxis> In the galleries, The old auntie squeals again in shock. "See?!" she yells. "I told you those creatures were evil! Bah!" And with that, the elderly woman leaves her post and heads out.. back to where the world is sane again. Pyxis> In the galleries, Thanatos utters a soft but chilling cry and folds his wings, dropping like a stone before vanishing ::between:: at the last possible moment. Pyxis> In the galleries, Kariel watches that look on Fyria's face... much different than the one of immense relief on his own... and frowns, beginning to ascend the stairs and head on out into the bowls to find her. Pyxis> Branwyth glances around more intently and stands, her head twitching from one side to another, looking, looking... A few flickers of orange alarm begin to peek into her eyes, before she offers an inquiry to her ledge-mates. Pyxis> On the sands, Fyria slips back into the shadows. **Travel spam deleted.** You go to the Living Caverns. Living Caverns The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl. Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-nine firelizards. You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), White Clay Egg Pot, Thief, Slink, Ini, and Mara here. Sinead and Lhana are here. Obvious exits: Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area Sinead angelic former candie Ead, now guard, mingles, only to come across Kazra. "Kaslarna! Err, Kazra!" Nope, she's not used to her friends new name. Kazra walks in, spring in her step. Yay, she actually managed to stay aware of a hatching! Wandering around, she finds herself a glass of redfruit juice and starts to mingle. To find herself mingling with Sinead. "Ead! I was rooting for you there, and so was Xylyth." Maybe a bit tactless there from Kaz, but she's bubbly. Sinead grins and nods. "I know Kas, I saw you up there," she offers. "But I wasn't rooting for myself, not with that clutch," she notes as she adjusts her new knot, all sparkly and shiny and brand new, and not white. "But thank you for the thought, Xylyth too." Xylyth> Above, Mneoth glides in from the north. Xylyth> Above, Mneoth drops down towards the Bowl. Xylyth> Mneoth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*. Xylyth> Mneoth crouches low, a sigh escaping his lungs, to allow Khena to shift to the ground. Xylyth> Khena treks to the Caverns. Khena treks in from the Central Bowl. Sinead Standing at a full five feet six inches Sinead how now grown into her elongated, chocolate limbs, causing her to seem more graceful then before. The calluses on her hands fade delicatley into near nothingness, though what is visible is evidence of several turns of hard work. Sitting gracefully within a heart shaped face is a petite mouth and a button nose, giving Ead the essence of innocence. Gently framing her face there sits fudge colored hair that trails down to stop at about her shoulder blades, though it can be normally found in a tight braid. Sitting slightly abover her right eye is a small crescent of a scar, barely noticable upon her dark skin. Perhaps Sinead's most striking feature are her eyes. Ane icy blue pears out to take in the scenery, and when her gaze falls on someone it almost seems as though she's boring holes into them. A cobalt sisial shirt peeks out from under a tight leather jacket; both unbuttoned just a shade more than they should be, yet somehow still stayin appropriate. On the left of the jackeet glimmers a badge, crossed sword depicted in the silver stitching that catches the light like woven starlight. On a badge to the right sit the proud, black mountains of the High Reaches, cast over a saphire sky. Dark suede encircles an elegant waist, the copper of the buckle highly polished to catch the light enticingly. A second skin of blue flows over the curve of her hips, pants clinging to muscled legs, only to be swallowed by onyx boots. A knot of black and blue intermingle, creating the single loop of Sinead, indicating that she lives at High Reaches Weyr. She is awake and looks alert. Carrying: Peppermint Sweetstick Cane              Sword Brooch Sinead is 16 Turns, 9 months, and 4 days old. Khena Eyes, grayish-green, look out from under long arched brows, darker than the shock-white blonde hair sitting on top of her head. Ragged and uneven ends cut short, bears witness that she doesn't put much interest in personal appearance. A bend in her long, narrow nose, tells of a long forgotten break, and adding to that is a two-inch scar on her right cheek, giving her a face of someone who's lived a hard life. High angular cheekbones and a strong square chin adds to the impression of masculinity, while the arched brows makes her retain some femininity in an otherwise harsh face. Shoulders and upper arms are hardened from long hours of training and work, as is thigh and -calf muscles, while hands and long fingers are callused and scarred. Along her flat abdomen is a five-inch scar, one of many on her body, but the one most predominant. Breasts are small and rounded, almost invisible when she's wearing baggy or heavy clothing, making her look all the more masculine, her height of almost six feet doing nothing to diminish that impression. Slightly tanned face and hands, from hours spent outside, complete the image of a woman easily mistaken for a man. Sleek black trousers fit snugly to her legs, running from a high waist all the way to the ankles. Buckled black shoes with stocky two-inch heels cover her feet, increasing her height to above the usual six feet. A black cotten-shirt with white bottons, slips over her upperbody accenuating her shape, the high collar held together with a leather string, the ends of which meet in a small medalion of carved wood. A bright red jacket fall over her shoulders sleeves reaching their normal length to the wrist, but the side not even long enough to reach the waist. Left open at the front, it allows for the gold-pattern embroidered on the black shirt to show. She is awake and looks alert. Khena is 25 Turns, 6 months, and 10 days old. Khena has no apparent threadscoring. Lhana Long (now approaching waist-length), fairly straight black hair has been brushed and cared for in a lovely, silky luster. The young woman's bangs are just almost chin-length, so that they can hang down to frame a pretty face. Lhana's almond-shaped, vaguely tilted eyes are a liquidy light brown, with thick black lashes and sculpted brows to match her hair. Her skin is fair, with a light olive tone mixed in. A very small, cute, snubbed, pretty much bridgeless nose sits in the middle of her heart-shaped face, which also contains high-ish cheekbones, mundane lips, and a smooth complexion now that she's outgrown her teen years. And she has outgrown them successfully, albeit with less - ah - development than she might have hoped. She's kept herself carefully slender, with slight curves at breast and hip. Lhana is about 5 feet, 6 inches tall, with most her height stemming from her long torso. A light, summery, powder blue is the color of Lhana's shirt today. The shirt is short-sleeved, made of a thin material, and just a tad low-cut, its neck cut to a 'V' shape. It's just the taddest bit too short, showing a little strip of navel. Her legs are partially covered by tan-colored shorts, cut to just above her mid-thigh. Dark brown, hide sandals are on her feet. Her hair for the moment hangs long and free.  Perched on Lhana's shoulder is Tekkno.  Perched on Lhana's shoulder is Raver.  Perched on Lhana's shoulder is Mr. Bojangles. A shoulderknot of black and blue strands denotes a High Reaches Weyr resident. Coincidentally, Lhana's wearing just such a knot. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 6 minutes. Carrying: Perfect Pink Comb                       Henley Haircutting Kit                         Raver Tekkno                                  Mr. Bojangles Lhana is 19 Turns, 10 months, and 3 days old. You notice Khena looking at you. "Interesting hatchlings, weren't they." Kazra comments politely. "Lots of browns though." And thats a good thing for her. Khena gets a wave from Kazra, and a cheerful "Hiya!" It must be something in the water at Ista, she's bubbling away happily. "But maybe next time?" she directs at Sinead. Khena makes her way slowly into the caverns, seeking out something to drink, bypassing the fine-looking ale for simple orangefruit juice. Looking around the caverns, she spots Sinead, and pushes her way to the guard. "Ead.. I'm sorry I didn't make it to the Hatching. I... wasn't feeling too well. Are you alright, though?" Rumours had already reached the brownrider that her guard-friend hadn't Impressed. Brialana makes her way over the cavern, sneaking a quick beverage as she finds a seat. Sinead nods, quite happily. "You'd have to be concerned if I did Impress from that clutch, I'd be heading for the hills faster then one can say Faranth, and that's all there is to it. I'd especially dislike having Impressed a brown," the guard states. "And it's unfortuante you couldn't make it Khena-Bean, though I expect you'll get detailed story later. "Nothing wrong with browns." Kazra defends her lifemate, without making mention of those /scary/ browns from the clutch that just hatched. She gives a wave to Brialana as well with her free hand, sipping from her glass. "See you later Ead!" Kazra adds as the ex candidate departs. Ramon arrives from deeper in the Weyr. "Aye, but you shoulda Impressed brown," Khena calls after Sinead as the guard makes her exit. Turning to the others, she pulls a sour face, "she cost me nearly 5 marks, not Impressing at all." Instead inclining her head to Kazra, she smiles as she holds up her mug for a toast, "I never did see you after your Impressing, Kas.. Congratulations!" Elehu arrives from deeper in the Weyr. Nytari changes her mind about going outside, and heads for the klah hearth instead, filling a mug.  She may as well be invisible, for all she cares for company; A white furred critter perches precariously on her shoulder and demands attention - and food.  Nytari turns as congrats are wished, and raises her mug in a toast, a wry grin gracing her gaunt face. Kazra blushes. "Thank you Khena." she says, before grinning "Even if you had, I probably wouldn't have recognised you. I was rather...stunned." And thats putting it mildly. "How are you and...Mneoth?" Isn't it handy having a dragon to find out names for you when you can't remember them. New arrivals are given yet more waves. Happyhappy Kaz. Ramon enters the room slowly, glancing around with wide eyes before continuing his journey in from the kitchen.  He carries in his hands a large tray full of bubblies, the smell of the freshly baked pastries drifting through the room as he takes them to the serving table and sets them there.  A glance goes around to the inhabitants of the room, and when he's fairly sure no one's looking, he snags a bubbly and carries it off to an out of the way corner to nibble at it.  Yum. Elehu slides in from the inner caverns, eyes wide as she gently makes her way towards the tables nearest the kitchen, though she does pause now and then to chat with a familiar face, though her own is a bit perplexed.  Apparently someone wasn't around when the dragons started their chorus. Elehu Elehu has grown into womanhood with quite a bit of success.  She has curves in most of the right places, though her body is still a bit on the thin side and heartily built, a stubbornness of physicality to match the resolute bedrock of her character.  Her skin glows faintly of golden bronze, the visage of a wanderer.  Her rich brown, shoulder-length hair contains streaks of reddish gold, bleached by the sun, that seem to make her hazel-brown eyes shine with an inner fire.  Her hands are small, but her fingers are slender and nimble, well built for her walk of life. Snug leather pants cover Elehu's legs, neatly tucked into sturdy black boots, but the doe-brown material isn't quite so tight that it can't be rolled up from time to time.  A belt of silver-touched onyx encircles her waist, and a slender dagger, about six inches in length, hangs at her right hip, with an odd sort of wherhide pouch at the left.  Her loose blouse of rich emerald has been carefully and precisely tucked in, the roomy sleeves falling only a few inches past her shoulders.  This combined with the small jewel like buttons down the front affords the Healer with quite a bit of freedom in movement. She is awake and looks alert. Elehu is 22 Turns, 4 months, and 1 day old. Nytari Measuring 5'10 inches tall from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet, Nytari is a large gal. Dark brows arch threateningly over eyes as grey as an approaching storm, and twice as dangerous. They are set in a slightly tanned face which could verge on pretty, if its owner ever smiled. A thin lipped mouth, though it looks plain enough, completes her long oval face. Jet black hair tops her head; cropped short, it reaches no more than half an inch from her scalp, and stands nearly on end. Nytari's shoulder's and hips are nearly the same width, and being slim she has an hourglass figure; but few see it as Nytari habitually resorts to bad posture. Every ounce of her (and there isn't an extra ounce of flesh on her) radiates danger; every move she makes is like a 'snake ready to strike. Trim fitting pants dyed in splotches of three greens that almost clash, yet seem to blur together cloak Nytari's long legs. They'd be perfect for hunting in the woodlands -- Camouflage in the trees. Her legs end abruptly mid-calf where her heavy black boots begin, laced tightly and shining for a recent polish. An equally black leather belt, nearly three fingers wide graces her waist. Above this, Nytari's tight black top ends just below the bottom of her sternum. The ever-present leather jacket hangs about Nytari's torso, cloaking her figure in shadow. Silver trim and studs make her look dangerous despite her indecently exposed midriff. Nytari is wearing an inky knot that signifies her as a resident of High Reaches Weyr. She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 4 minutes. Carrying: Kia                                    Nytari is 19 Turns, 8 months, and 5 days old. "Oh, we're good, thanks Kas," Khena says, refusing to call the 'ling by her proper name. "So I gather you're allowed between? How's the training going?" Just get the chatter onto another subject all together. No reason why rumours of her 'condition' should reach Ista, was there? Yumi arrives from deeper in the Weyr. "The training is going alright. Painful though, still stretching some of these muscles into their new positions." Kazra admits, wincing slightly in memories. "We're allowed between, but only with a weyrlingmaster though." and she points over to one of the corners where the one in question Jo'rvik, is chatting one of the residents up. Elehu heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens. Khena nods slowly, eyes following Kazra's finger. "Aye, guard training seemed like childs' play compared to what we went through during weyrling training...." Grinning, she emties her mug, motioning for a drudge to re-fill it. Chuckling, she turns back to the 'ling as the drudge leaves in a hurry, "it'll seem easy, though, once you graduate to full riders." So says the now seasoned rider, who was only a ling herself less than three years ago. Lhana comes waltzing into the room, wishing she could've come sooner, but sadly delayed.  Grinning, she looks around her.  "Hello, everyone," she says in her sing-songy way, and heads over to dish her fine self up some soup.  Yum. Kazra nods. "It'll get easier I'm sure." she nods. "So how are things around the weyr then?" she asks. "I've been here a couple of times when practising betweening, but not to chat for long. Anything interesting?" And she is genuinely clueless. "Hiya!" she returns Lhana's greeting. Nytari claims a plateful of goodies, much to the delight of the sleek white feret perched on her shoulder, and walks to the chair she chooses to occupy, bootheels clacking against the floor in an ear-catching syncopated beat.  She drops into a chair, not spilling, droping, or disturbing anything attached to her.  She grins at whoever looks at her as a result of her performance. Khena shrugs, hiding her face behind the mug as she speaks, "Pyrene gave birth.. And Ilare had twins." Putting the mug to her lips, the brownrider drinks deeping, eyeing the 'ling over the rim. What else? "Otherwise, things are pretty much the same." If rumours about present brownrider are to be spread, it won't be by herself. Lhana is eyed sideways with a warning look before Khens looks back at Kazra. "I don't suppose Ista's too hot for you then?" Elehu comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind. Kazra nods. "Must definealy be something in the water here at Reaches. If you see them, would you give them my congratualtions" she comments. If they remember who she is that is "Ista was rather hot at first, but you get used to it. It's nice not to be cold all the time, but sometimes I miss the snow." Elehu reenters from the kitchens with a small plate in hand.  As good an excuse as any to escape getting dragged aside by a gossipy old aunty.  She snags a glass of wine, then begins winding her way towards an empty seat. Khena grimaces. For some reason she could just not believe that you could get used to the steaming hot Ista. "Ista's still too hot for my tastes. Even if I do get there more often now.. With Mneoth," she states, tossing her head toward the Bowl. Taking in another glance around the caverns, her eyes come to rest on Elehu, which brings a slight smile to her lips. Elehu finally finds a seat, nodding to the people to either side before she quietly settles in to her meal.  "So, um... what's all the commotion about?" she asks mildly before tearing apart a bread roll.  "Or did Cadgwith's eggs finally hatch?" "You'd be welcome to visit our weyr, when we get one that is." Kazra offers. "Xylyth could show Mneoth his favourite places." The sky, the beach and the lake. Wow, interesting. Then she falls silent, but still with her smile on her face. Brialana nods with amile, stroking the green gently as hertail warps around her neck. "Hmmm, maybe," Khena says, motioning her head toward a table. The one Elehu is sitting at by chance. "Why don't we sit? You can tell me all about Xylyth. Wonderful name, by the way. Short. Like Mneoth." Nodding to Brialana as she passes the blonde woman, the brownrider slips into a seat across from Elehu. "Hey, Ele.. Yeah, we've new weyrlings." Trimaka gingerly eases both feet in a slow and deliberate shuffle in from the Central Bowl. Lhana comes over with her soup, finally, and sits down somewhere near the others.  Sooooup.  Yum.  At mention of the hatching, she finally speaks up.  "Oh Shells, were you there at the hatching?"  A general question, not sent to anyone in particular, and she doesn't stop for an answer.  "Faranth, it was /awful/.  The hatchlings were so /scary/!" "Ohhh, fantastic," Elehu replies over the rim of her glass before taking a long sip of the wine.  "So, no fatalities, I'm assuming.  I'm sure I might have heard of /that/."  Pyrene would have had a hayday talking about it, especially if the culprit was a blue.  Of course... she's just joking.  "It's too bad I missed it though.  I always seem to miss those things... had to run to a tiny cothold a couple hours north of there." "Sure." Kazra agrees, following Khena across the room to the indicated table, pouring herself some more juice on route. She smiles at Elehu, before she slides into a seat as well, near enough to talk, but not close enough to intrude. "Kazra, weyrling to brown Xylyth of Ista Weyr." she introduces herself for the benifit of those who don't know her. May as well get the formal stuff over and done with. "Very scary hatchlings." she agrees with Lhana. "Well.. You're not the only one who missed it," Khena says, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. "I.. Well, I had to stay in my weyr. Didn't much feel like a long stay in those hot galleries." Lifting an eyebrow at the description of the new clutch, she grins slightly, "that's what they said about us too.. We turned out alright." Right? Fyria sashays and shimmies her....self in from the Central Bowl. Fyria wanders into the Caverns in her robe, obviously heading towards the bath.  She does pause to give everyone a wave, however...and grabs a wineskin as well.  "Hey all..."  Half-wave is given to peple she knows and doesn't know. Elehu pops a tiny bite of salad into her mouth as she eyes the two brown riders and weyrfolk.  One thin brow arches at the sight of Fyria, but the healer doesn't comment.  Yet.  "Well, I'll just have to catch the next one then, whenever that is.  Though Gid mentioned one of the golds is due to rise in the next few months." "Oh, right.  I'm Lhana," she offers to those that don't already know.  Whoever they might be.  A little fingerwave is given to Fyria as she comes in, and a quizzical look at her, ah, outfit.  "Really?" she asks Elehu.  That could be interesting - this whole thing over again. From where he was flirting in the corner, Jo'rvik extricates himself and walks over to where Kazra is seated. "Time we were heading back to Ista." he says simple before he makes his way out to the bowl, nodding in farewell to people he passes. Kazra grimaces. "Well, it was nice talking with you, but weyrlingmaster calls. Have a nice time." and with that and a cheery wave, Kazra rises and hurries after Jo'rvik. *** Disconnected ***

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