Courtyard(#323RFJM$)

Grey flagstones stretch out from the boundaries of the Weyrhall, and although occasional tufts of grass make their presence known in the cracks, they are, for the most part, absent. Essentially comprised of four quadrants, the courtyards are often busy -- people running to and fro on errands, visitors arriving, and riders taking a respite from their duties. Several areas have been set aside to provide spots of what must be welcome shade from the often unrelenting sun -- wooden chairs and tables cluster together in loose groups, umbrellas of fronded leaves casting an umbra over some. Of all the courtyards the north and south are the coolest, sheltered somewhat from the glaring heat of the day by their position, and the looming shadow of the Weyrhall. A scorching summer sunset dominates the heavens beneath the watery-clear arch of the sky. As the day draws to a conclusion, the sun slowly sinks towards the horizon, the shadows lengthening and bringing cooler temperatures. Timor's half disk hangs just above the horizon as Belior floods the land with gibbous light. The seven stars of the Holder's Daughters wink cheerfully. Large, packed trails lead south and north to weyrs, west to the landing field, south to the lakeside meadow, and east to the small clearing for resident cotholds. Doors lead into the main weyrhall, the infirmary, and the kitchens.
Contents:
Tialle
Rajazad
T'ren
Foresta
Tirya
Kenrid
Alina
sand basket
Obvious exits:
Landing Field Lakeside Meadow WeyrHall Kitchen INFirmary Staff Lounge Garden Cottage Clearing Southern Weyrs Northern Weyrs
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The message drum booms out across the land. Eh hem. For anyone interested, Jezara and Zajal's clutch of firelizard eggs will be hatching in about five minutes, in Southern Weyr's courtyard. @tel #323 if interested! The signature shows this was sent by Alina.
K'tag has arrived.
Sivanne walks over from the Landing Field.
Sivanne has arrived.
K'rien walks over from the lush, Lakeside Meadow.
K'rien has arrived.
Kenrid sits in a chair, legs proped up on a table as he sips at a glass of juice. Looking over a hide as he rocks back and forth.

From inside the sand basket, Placidly Shimmering Surface Egg rocks in the sand, developing fine lines up its sides.

Zafirah wanders in over from dishwashing, smelling like... a kitchen. Zafirah blinks, "Oh, phew," She wipes her brow. "I-I'm sorry," She blurts out to no one in particular.

Sivanne is, as usual, intent upon a scroll of romantically-challenged drivel, the perpetual sweetroll in hand, as she enters the courtyard amid masses of fellow people. Stopping, the round face is tilted, and the rather purportunately round girl attempts to squeeze herself between a narrow gap between craned heads of onlookers. "What's the hubub, bub?" she cheekily inquires as she shifts her plumpness to a vantage point.

Alina is seated, as standing at this point in her pregnancy is getting to be a problem. Over her head circles a certain kiwi green handful of firelizard, thrumming loud enough to wake Fort Weyr. "I know , I *know* sharditall Jezara, I get it! They be hatch--eek! They be /hatching/! Oh shells!" On cue, weyrlings L'yar and Ghaila stride in, a large platter if freshly sliced fishbits between them.

From inside the sand basket, Placidly Shimmering Surface Egg spins about in the sand.

K'rien strides in with his hands stuffed down in his pocket and a half smile on his face which widens as Zafirah is spotted. "Zafi!" He calls as he runs over towards her.

From inside the sand basket, Regal Sentinel Cliffs Egg trembles once, and is still.

T'ren saunters up from the beach, dragging a towel behind him. He stops and stares at the cround then his attention is drawn to the wobbling and trembling eggs, He smiles and finds a spot near the edge of the croud to watch the proceedings.

Kenrid munches on his meatroll between sips of his juice. As he moves the hide of his lap and onto the table as he glances over at Alina. "Firelizards are hatching or are you?" Smiling a bit as he looks at the pregnant rider.

Ghaila lowers her edge of the fishy platter to the tabletop first, nearly causing L'yar to drop his. "Ack!" As fishbits nearly go sliding into Lina's lap. Above her head, Jezara continues to thrum wildly, descending in a slow spiral to perch near the basket. Not the best mother figure, this green.

Zafirah smiles, lifting her head as she hears her name. It takes a moment, but yes! Zafirah figures out where it's from! "Oh!" She blinks, noticing the humming. "Something's going to hatch!" She chirps, then beams. "K'rien!" She stops in her place to let the smaller Weyrling catch up. She waves to him, looking around. "I wish I could hum like that."

Alina splutters, "Not me, no way! Not *yet*, though the way the healers are talking, I will be soon. And I *wish* it was me... uh-oh. Oh shards... there goes one I think, or am I seein' things. K'rien! Ahoy! And... ooh, crowd forming here tonight. Even greenies draw 'em I guess."

From inside the sand basket, Placidly Shimmering Surface Egg rocks in the sand, developing fine lines up its sides.

Rajazad strides across the field in a state of hurry, the pleasantly thrumming brown of sand and flame poised just so upon her shoulder. "I'm going, I'm going, you .. dullglow. .. Ow. Quit that." Slashed strands of polished obsidian flutter one way and another as she shakes her head to get the beast from the bits of meatroll remaining from her meagar lunch. "You could have come on your own. Look, they're hatching. Lina!" Jaz slips over to her friend's side, A'ton on her heels.

Tirya strides jauntily out of the hall with her fingers knitted together and braced behind her head. The lanky girl appears to be lost in some thought or another. This soon changes as the courtyard seems to be a buzz...literally. "What the.." she begins, then hears the thrumming. "Oh!" she murmurs, edging over to the group and looking about. Tirya strolls over and peers over a few heads, then eyes the fish thoughtfully.

Sivanne eyes the incoming fishbits on the platter, an 'ugh' expression forming. Of course, that's why she carries sweetrolls with her. Much tastier. "Hatching?" The obvious echo of Sivanne's voice follows that of the much more excited hatch-mother, Alina, and she too becomes a head-craner, rubbernecking for a vantage to see the wobbling eggs in the basket up front. Here is where being rather unskinny comes in handy; a sharp elbow to a bedraggled laundress, the much-loathed Trina is given, as she takes a better view closer to the action. "Hey, that shimmery one is... shimmering?" An extended finger points to one small egg that looks more like a prismatic landscape on a sugar-high than a normal egg. "Or is that one moving it?" The sweetroll-hand gestures to the Regal Sentinel egg, sitting as if on guard in the sandy nest.

Kenrid stands up and moves towards the basket, peering down at the eggs. "You have these saved for people, Alina?" Watching how the rock and cracks begin to form on one egg.

From inside the sand basket, Balmy Seaside Existence Egg twitches once, *twitch*. That didn't work. *twitchsquirm*. Darn. That didn't either.

K'tag strolls his way into the courtyard, his pace slow and easy, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his weyrling uniform. His exhaustion is all too obvious, his shoulders low, his forehead lightly damp with perspiration or water; somebody, it seems, has had a long day of pugil practice. There are no bumps and bruises on the side of his head, so it seems that he didn't hit himself too much. He slows to a stop for a moment as he spots a deal of interested people in the courtyard, though his eyes stray over in the direction of the weyrhall. Curiosity beats hunger every time, and, his pace as slow as ever, the brown weyrling slips his way through the gathering crowd to see what's up.

Alina grins Kenrid-wards, "I got 'em saved for whoever dares Impress a mix of a fireball green and a brown who's..." right over there. "Eek! Jazzy, A'ton, they be *atching* and yeah, Zafi, I wish I could hum like that too. Talk about one night at the weyr huh?"

From inside the sand basket, Regal Sentinel Cliffs Egg wiggles the tiniest bit in the sandy depression, wobblewobble. All it succeeds in doing is rolling over.

Almira walks over from the Garden Cottage Clearing.
Almira has arrived.

From inside the sand basket, Regal Sentinel Cliffs Egg turns in a single revolution, aha, now we're getting somewhere. Wigglewiggle, whoa! The mountain-patterned shell develops hairline cracks as it rolls more fully to one side. Roll... *crash*! Into another egg!

K'rien nods his head over at Zafirah. "Me, too. Oh, they're gonna hatch? This should be fun to see. I've never seen any of the little ones hatch. View's got to be better than when the dragons hatched and we couldn't see anything, remember?" He says excitedly over to the larger woman as he peers towards the eggs.

Kenrid picks up a piece of fish from the plate, "Well it didn't work last time. But you never know." Glancing at the weyrlings and then the fish in hand as he waits to see what happens.

From inside the sand basket, Regal Sentinel Cliffs Egg rolls back the other way this time, movements gaining force as though from hatchling determination. Roll... *crash* into another egg! *roll*... *crash*! This repeats, shifting to a destructive rhythem. Weeee multiball!

Tirya hums thoughtfully, and then siddles along the edge of people until she spots Alina. The dark haired girl's eyes go wide as she takes in the greenrider. "Oh, Alina," she murmurs. "I didn't even notice," she mumbles, apparently of the last time she'd come across her. The girl numbly accepts a bit of fish, though her eyes are on Alina.

Zafirah smiles, seeing K'tag over K'rien, and wriggles her fingers. "I think you're both going to have nice ... well, you aren't laying eggs and Jezara can't..." She considers that. "Well, all the little ones will be cute." Problem solved. Zafirah nods to K'rien, "Yes," She positively beams at K'rien, "I've never seen them hatched myself. Most of the people who had them where I lived brought them from somewhere else," She admits, and looks over to the eggs. "If you need a boost to see, let me know!" She chirps, and looks to the plate of fish... "What's that for?" She asks.
er, rhythm

Sivanne retires the romantical-drivel to her pouch at her less than narrow waist, more intent on assauging her sweet tooth with the sweetroll and her curiousity with oogling the small ovoids before her. "Hey, that one moved too! Do they all hatch at once? They don't take turns?" A frown forms on dark brows, beetling over equally dark eyes as she watches one crazily careening egg tumble headlong into it's brethren. "Ooh, head-on collision..." she tsks, nose wrinkling as she catches a whiff of fish-slivers on the platter upwind of her. Ugh. However, she knows tradition, and the dessert conniseur reaches out extended thumb and forefinger to pinch a small sliver of fish. Blend with the crowd. The more morsels available, the less likely the mini-dragons are to maul her sweetroll.

Alina beams Tirya-wards, "Hard *not* to know now, hmm? Here's to hatchlings alright..." To Zafi, "That's for feeding hungry little squawk boxes. See what Ghaila's about?" Ghaila has taken a sizable sliver of yellowtail and is experimentally twitching it between calloused fingers. "Do like she does, you might attract somebody."

From inside the sand basket, Regal Sentinel Cliffs Egg twirls! Weeee multiball--oops. Oh uh-oh. Balls aren't supposed to crack, are they?

Thousands of Turns of battling winds and grit swirl about this lean brown's hide. Dawn's waning glow patinaed over tawn of windswept desert sands splatters over molten sepia knobs, russet ridges, and sun-baked shoulders, sizzling down to lighten ecru'd belly. Eternal sunrise gilds haunch and tail, rough grains defining whipcord limbs, liquid pitch bejeweling talons. Rukbat's shine reflects against broad wings, sparking over sun-kissed wingspars and wingsails set ablaze by flames unconquered and unending.

K'rien reaches out for some fish. "This stuff is neat. Nice and slimy." He comments over to Zafirah. "I think you have to feed them first instead of later like Liranth wanted, right?" He asks around before blinking. "Yeah, that little guy is cute, Liranth." He says softly sharing with the green even though she's not here.

Kenrid waves the fish in his had to Zafi. "Try and feed to see if you can impress one. Just watch your fingers." He smiles. He then looks over the basket again, "Not many in there, her first clutch?" His eyes then widen a bit as a brown hatches. "Well there is the first." Whistling softly he teases the fish out in front of him.

T'ren chuckles and snags a meatroll from his basket, which had been at the beach with him. He leans over and looks at the little brown that just hatched, "Oh, he's adorable", he comments as he sits back and takes a bite out of his meatroll.

From inside the sand basket, Balmy Seaside Existence Egg has been crashed into. Oh fine. Stupid multiball sentinel egg. What does it know?

Zafirah offers K'rien a piece of fish if he can't reach, and takes one for herself. "Oh, I think so," She smiles at K'rien and looks at her fish, "Strange," She remarks, channeling Callenth, "Yes, this is one of those wigglies you see," She murmurs and holds the fish out. "Like this?" She offers the fish out hesitantly. "Please don't bite me. I don't think I am a fish," She comments to the hatchlings. Zafirah half-kneels to the ground, so any little lizard can reach.

Alina grins as the first emerges, "Aiee! Jazzy, he's Zajal the second he is! Someone knows who his sire is, hmm? Igen in high summer, from what I'm told. And yeah, her first. But since she's green, four's pretty decent."

K'tag weaves his way through the crowd with remarkable ease despite his height. Perhaps spotting the large Zafirah's glance, he slips his way next to her and K'rien, offering the two a friendly but soft "Good evening, K'rien, Zafirah," words hardly audible over the crowd. His eyes go from one weyrling to the other before finally stealing a glance at whatever has held the interest of this crowd - a brown firelizard hatching. "Ah," he sounds to himself, raising a hand to scratch once, twice, thrice at his chin. "Best of luck," he intones to his friends, apparently uninclined to take any food and try for himself.

Tirya's mouth rounds into an 'o' of surprise and she nods, brushing a hand over her shaggy do. "I suppose it would be, yeah," she notes and then smiles nervously. Tirya wiggles the fish in her fingers and then looks around, spotting K'rien. Dipping her head, she slinks over next to her friend and stands there looking rather dumbfounded for a moment, fish in hand. Wiggle wiggle, squish. "Eww..."

From inside the sand basket, Balmy Seaside Existence Egg can't sniff. Eggs don't do that. But there's a dent in its shell and it's all full of dings and splits now... stupid, clueless broken sentinel egg. Whatever. It wasn't worth this egg's time anyhow.

Arid Sun Scorched Brown Hatchling leaps immediately to his feet, fire-laced pinions spread wide for balance. Multiball... ooh, wait. He already did that. Hmm. What next? Peeeer.

K'rien squats down beside Zafirah to mimic her offering his fish piece out. "Callenth is interested in this too? Liranth thinks they're really neat. She said I should get one, so I guess I better try to make her happy, right?" He comments with a grin before turning back to watch the little brown.

Sivanne nibbles eagerly at her sweetroll, coating her mouth liberally with encrusted sugar as she talks with her mouth full. Oh, should her father see her now. "A... brown? Or is he just slime-colored?" she jokes towards the straggling weyrbrat waving fish madly at the sun-scorched brown hatchling. She recieves a roll of eyes in return to her levity, and she shrugs round shoulders. Some people. Meanwhile, her own sliver of fish is held at arms length between pinched digits, eyes glancing from the still-roiling eggs in the sandy basket back to the spitfire brown who appears to be scoping out his audience with little grace but earnest effort.

From inside the sand basket, Balmy Seaside Existence Egg gives up the ghost, plain and simple. Whatever. Oh *fine*. Who cares about that sentinel egg? It's just going to go and hatch anyhow, and doesn't give a darn what any other egg does.

Arid Sun Scorched Brown Hatchling pauses in his peeeering to eye the quivering, sulking? egg in the vicinity of his tail. Whatsitdoing? Argh! Get it away... whoa. Chill.

Nearly black layers of ink, shadowed by a fine dusting of diamond-dusted sand coat the hide of this blue firelizard. Eyeridges and headknobs vanish, wreathed in swirls of deep, fluid indigo while forelimbs and wingsails bear the selfsame pattern of water-washed night mist, sails showered in traces of charcoal even as flanks and tail trickle into rich navy obscurity. Talons curl under black diamond paws, tipped in equal shadow until they trail away.

Kenrid chuckles as he watches the brown. "Looks like is sire, does he Alina?" Raising a brow at Sivanne's comment before offering the fish closer to the basket. His whistles soft and low as he looks to the brown. Rolling the fish between fingers to make it wiggle teasingly to the firelizard.

Arid Sun Scorched Brown Hatchling creeeeels! Oh no! *NO* he broke it! Uh-oh... now he's gonna get it. *squeak* uh-oh indeed. Must. get. away. Must avoid looking guilty! Eek! If he keeps clear of that noisy crunching sulking egg that isn't anymore over there, maybe he'll... what he'll do is walk straight into a cluster of those weird wiggling pink thingers.

Alluring Ebon Isle Blue Hatchling snorts. He's certainly not broken. Darn that brown over there. Who needs you? Three sets of filmy translucent lids flick open as the second hatchling considers what *he* needs after all.

T'ren chuckles, "If I didn't know better, I'd swear that little brown was feeling guilty about something the way he is acting.

Zafirah nods, "He is, though I'm not so sure why. There's a lot of reasons," She remarks. Zafirah blinks, noticing the next hatchling. "Oh..." She remarks, offering her fish out a little further, at the tips of her fingers, so the lizard will have a comfortable distance to pick and eat the choice bits of the fishbit. She blinks at the guilty creel, offering the fire lizards the fish. "Here you go."

Tirya's awkwardness is forgotten in an instant as she sets sights on the new arrival. The blue hatchling is scoured with approval and she grins, leaning for a better look. "Look, K'rien," she purrs. "I've never seen such a dark color on a blue. He's gorgeous!" The girl bobs her head in approval of the bejeweled hatchling.

Almira takes a seat in back of the crowd, and just silently watches. Jiran perches on her shoulder, and watches as well.

Sivanne is never at her most amusing while dangling fish cutlets from her hands, these hands were made for pie-making and pastry-baking, thankyouverymuch. As a balmy sea-esque egg surrenders it's contest, and a blue emerges, she purses her lips into an appropriate 'Oooh' look. "Blue boy!" she squeals appreciatively. Blue like her momma rode... *sniffle* As the newest hatching sets off with a surety of purpose, her dangling fish is warming to room temperature rather quickly, and sliding between fingers awakardly. Her glance flicks again towards the brown steering far from his brother. "Aah, sibling rivalry," she forecasts sagely with a nod of her black-haired head.

K'rien grins over at Zafirah. "At least this is better on Liranth's part than when she saw Ryann's little boy and wanted a baby." He points out turning to wiggle his piece of fish with a laugh. "Look! They wiggle like this too! I'll have to show Liranth. She likes how they wiggle when they swim." He turns to look over to Tirya then to the blue. "Oh! He is so pretty!"

Arid Sun Scorched Brown Hatchling careens, awkwardly indeed as newhatched limbs don't hold up very well when one is attempting a frantic getaway. Flight to freedom! Well... almost flight to freedom as still damp wings pinwheel, launching the tiny lizard off the sandy floor but send him not into the air but straight into the figure of someone who may just have herself a besquished sweetroll soonish. The innocent criminal brown has been busted.

Arid Sun Scorched Brown Hatchling stumbles towards its chosen.

Tirya blinks in surprise. "Liranth wanted a baby?" she yips in surprise. For a moment the youth looks horrified, then her face softens and she laughs. "I hope that she moved on to a new interest," she murmurs before turning back to watch the hatching with relish.

Alluring Ebon Isle Blue Hatchling collects himself slowly, flicking one wing, then the other. Egg shards, get *off* me! Free at last, finally and no dratted brown brothers to keep that multiball thing going. Sharding dangerous that game was, egg or no egg. Now... to what *he* needs. Could it be... over there? In that knot of weyrlings?

From inside the sand basket, Snow Touched Valleys Egg wobbles precariously at the edge of the depressions left by the two already cracked shells. Teeter teeter...

Sivanne juggles the fish-bit awkwardly, just as awkwardly as the tiny brown that fumbles into her, and looking upwards into brown eyes just as dark as his delicate forelimbs. "Hey, no.. no! Eep!" Sivanne's sweetroll is lost in favor of catching a bumbling baby hatchling, the sand that obscures his delicate limbs brushed off as the sweetroll is, for once, left disregarded. "Hey little guy," she lowers herself to knees, carelessly squishing both a sweetroll and some nearby feet with herself to cradle the small brown. "You aren't supposed to be clumsy like that..."

Arid Sun Scorched Brown Hatchling has left.
Sivanne watches as Arid Sun Scorched Brown Hatchling flies over.

As though summing up his whole opinion on the matter in one choice sentence, K'tag mumbles, whether to himself or a friend, "I like that blue." A young girl, half K'tag's age or less, all but shoves the poor ex-Tanner aside in her excitement, and he teeters off to one side, almost - but not quite! - stumbling right into Zafirah and the green weyrling by her side. "Uh," he mumbles quietly, rolling his shoulders up comfortably and coughing out an apology. "... Sorry about that." A little humbled, he crosses his arms tightly over his chest and watches the hatchlings explore their first moments of life, perhaps a little bitter from his near-fall.

Zafirah blinks, and grins. "Liranth would be a good mother, I think. Callenth thinks so," She remarks, looking back to the blue hatchling. She keeps her fish held out to the little lizard, unsure if she's doing this alright. Zafirah looks back, "He is pretty! I like that shade of blue," She remarks. "It kind of reminds me of a gem," She comments and looks to the hatching eggs. Hmm. Zafirah looks to her fish, "I hope you guys like the idea of eating this more than I would."

K'rien nods his head. "She did. She's pretty much over that now. But she decided that since I really like babies we should have one, but I explained to her that isn't going to happen." He blabbers keeping his gaze on the pretty little blue once Tirya has called his attention over towards it. "Now she wants one of these little things 'cause I showed her what I was doing. She's stretching out in the sun, 'cause it feels good on her hide but not as good as oil, of course. And Liranth's can't be a mother but I bet she'd like to be." K'tag gets a quick smile before his attention is back to the little baby blue.

From inside the sand basket, Snow Touched Valleys Egg can't keep teetering, it just doesn't work that way. Look out below! *thud* down into the shard-strewn depression left by other eggs. Oof!

Zafirah blinks, and grins. "Liranth would be a good mother, I think. Callenth thinks so," She remarks, looking back to the blue hatchling. She keeps her fish held out to the little lizard, unsure if she's doing this alright. Zafirah looks back, "He is pretty! I like that shade of blue," She remarks. "It kind of reminds me of a gem," She comments and looks to the hatching eggs. Hmm. Zafirah looks to her fish, "I hope you guys like the idea of eating this more than I would--" Whoops! Incoming K'tag! Zafirah blinks, flapping her arms a moment, trying to avoid squishing K'rien. Zafirah tries to keep her fish out to the baby blue. "I am going to smell like fish when this is done..."

Alluring Ebon Isle Blue Hatchling isn't clumsy. Not really. One step toward those three, two steps toward-whoa! Why'd that one just crash into the other one? He's probably taking after the brown brother that almost squished *him*. Sniff! Hmm. Maybe that little one's worth investigating?

From inside the sand basket, Snow Touched Valleys Egg clatters, if an egg can clatter. Clatterclatter *clink* as shards of previous shells get the squish treatment. *squish* *squoosh* this can't last much longer. The intact shell is getting squished too!

Kenrid watches the blue move to the weyrlings and lowers his hand holding the fish, looking to the other eggs as one rolls over and cracks. Waiting to see what else hatches. "Congradulations, Sivanne."

Alluring Ebon Isle Blue Hatchling fixes his gaze on one face in particular, hatching scarlet eyes pinned so thoroughly that he forgets to not be clumsy and stumbles over a random egg shard. Eek! Eeeeek! I take after my klutz brother after all.

Alluring Ebon Isle Blue Hatchling stumbles towards its chosen.

T'ren chuckles at the little blue.

Alluring Ebon Isle Blue Hatchling has left.
K'rien watches as Alluring Ebon Isle Blue Hatchling flies over.

From inside the sand basket, Snow Touched Valleys Egg has a solution to this problem. When you get squished, make the most of it. When life hands you squishment make... erm. a mess!

Riotous, virgin growth twines itself madly, fronds of unnamed foliage interspersed with blossoming local flowers about this green firelizard. Vibrant spring hues tangle with sturdier grass stems from her muzzle downward, leaving her neck swathed in stalks of thriving plantlife to offset the liquid beryl capping each individual neckridge. Pale yellow-green pools across flanks and wingspars, daffodil petals scattered haphazardly the length of leading and trailing edges and fluttering unchecked down the elegant curves of limbs and tail's fork. Each paw bears a distinctive smearing of creamy amber, gradually darkening to the distant rages of the sea as drawn nearer to dark talons, night descending on jungle's paradise.

K'rien blinks as the little blue falls into him snapping up the bite of fish. K'rien scoops the little guy up reaching out for more fish. "No, Liranth, he doesn't know his own name. I know he's hungry." He comments softly to his green as he feeds the blue with a big smile on his face.

Alina just... melts at the little greenling. "Awwww! Someone takes after her mother!"

Rajazad eyes the brown upon her shoulder skeptically as Zajal practically sings his own praises about the hatchlings. His. Talk about tooting your own horn. The flame brown studied his mirror image as the younger found his mate in Sivanne. Almost smug is the nod from the bluerider before a chuckle bubbles as the young blue claims the greenrider. Alina's marked with a nudge in the side, indicating the new green. "One after Zajal, one after Jezara."

L'yar bounces up from his kneeling position on the flagstones, fish splattering his uniform in his elation for his fellow male greenie. "K'rien! Uh-oh, this'll be interesting in the barracks, another flying stomach."

Kenrid smiles as the green breaks through. "Now there is a pretty one. Look at yellow on the wings." Not sure if even one is even listening to him. His hand come back up with the fish in offering. Cooing softly to the green, taking only a moment to look at Alina's green. "Is that a good or bad thing?" Grinning at Alina's comment.

Almira continues to sit and watches, offering congradulations to the ones who do impress/

Zafirah grins, "I think I like these little guys," Zafirah says, "Except that I don't step on things that much, do I?" She asks. Keep offering the fish. Just keep offering the fish. Keep offering the fish. Even Zafirah seems to be grasping the concept, and blinks as K'rien finds his new friend. Zafirah smiles, "Wow, congradulations," She beams proudly at her little brother, then blinks, as Alina begins to melt at the greenling. Fish. Keep offering the fish! And she does! "She's a nice shade of green," Zafirah notes.

From inside the sand basket, Placidly Shimmering Surface Egg is all alone. Awww rats. Something *has* to be done about that. Wobblewibble *swirl*!
From inside the sand basket, Zajal goes home.

Zajal flits over from the Southern Weyrs.
Zajal has arrived.

L'yan strides over from the lush, Lakeside Meadow.
L'yan has arrived.

Tirya grins as the brown chooses Sivanne. "Lovely," she notes with a smile for the unfamiliar gal. The willowy girl beams as her honorary brother attracts the blue. "Hey, K'rien!" Tirya whoops softly. Tirya then turns to compare the little green and it's mother, seeking the elder firelizard thoughtfully.

Teeming Tropical Flora Green Hatchling is definitely going to take after her mother, no doubt about that. Daffodil-dusted wings snap oepn and the tiny creature launches, clumsily but still she's airborne, flittering over the edge of the basket and landing on the tabletop with an audible *click* of talons. Now *that* is the way to get somewhere!

K'tag stubbornly refuses to look at any other faces in the crowd, lest they be giggling and pointing at him over being a klutz. He does turn slightly, however, as the little blue hatchling, bumbling over a little egg shard as he does, comes his way and locks eye on the greenrider beside him. K'tag's eyebrows lift up in interest, and an authentic smile replaces his frown. "Congratulations, K'rien," he tells the younger one, already directing his eyes back to the hatching as Zafirah points the green hatchling out.

T'ren waves to L'yan as he arrives.

From inside the sand basket, Placidly Shimmering Surface Egg swirls, shimmering shell glittering even more brightly in its efforts. Whirl whirl, this dance shall end... but when. Who would dare trip the shell shards electric with an egg... that's just it, it's an egg. Problem solved!

Kenrid leans back a bit as the green attempts her first flight. "Now this one is eager." Leaning back he waves the fish as if was still alive, flaunting it in front of the green. "Come on pretty girl. Nice fishy for you. Sweet and juicy." Clicking his tongue in his mouth to get her attention.

Teeming Tropical Flora Green Hatchling trills, exulting in her flight of fancy. Well, flight anyhow as she hasn't done anything too stunning. What can she say? It's the only way to fly! And she'll do it again too... hmm. Where to? How about up there? Waaaaay up there. Ok. Wings flick, and the green leaps, *almost* clearing what she intended, but catching on the shoulder of her looming target's tunic in the process. Uh-oh, green to ower, we've got problems. Or do we? er, to tower

Sivanne moves herself towards the rear of the crowd, flashing delighted smiles at the congratulators as well as those who impress as well as she and the newly christened Kaesar move towards the.. *ugh*.. plate of fish the small brown seems /so/ enamored of. But she knows hunger well, and far be it for her to deny the small one sustinence.

From inside the sand basket, Placidly Shimmering Surface Egg turns, gracefully. One two three, *crunch*. The dance shall end. So it shall be.

Tiny hatchling eyes gaze into yours--Impression!
Congratulations, you've just impressed!

Almira smirks as she watches the green. "Not bad for one that's newly hatched." She commands to anyone near by.

Winter's first fall settles gently across the nimble frame of lank blue firelizard, light's refraction playing mutedly against night's glow. Moonlight brightens the caress of night's darkness, spattering athwart snow-powdered knobs, ridges, and shoulders, skating over sails and spars of darkest dusk's kiss, frosted sky fizzing a velvety filigree. Midnight spills down almost spindly limbs in a cascade of contrasting gaudiness and pale hues of water-washed opalescent zaffer, talons lit from within to silvery gild.

You hold out a hand, and Teeming Tropical Flora Green Hatchling flies over to you.

Everlasting Winter Storm Blue Hatchling picks himself regally from his shards... or as regally as one can pick oneself when dizzy from all that dancing. Ooooh whoopsie, spinning room.

K'rien scoots back a little bit to let Zafirah have plenty of room as he reaches out for more fish. "I know. You're hungry aren't you?" He comments down to the little blue. "We'll have to name you, too. I bet Liranth will help. huh?" He comments then grins. "Oh, a pretty green, Zafi! Callenth will love it."

Zora strides over from the lush, Lakeside Meadow.
Zora has arrived.

"Ahh! I've been got!" Zafirah squeaks, as she's ... landed on? Pause. Sharp talons... check. Green hide, check. Hey, it's the hatchling! The woman smiles, and offers the fish to her new friend, "You're very pretty! It's nice to meet you," She murmurs, "Yes, she does look nice, Callenth," Zafirah pauses, to let her new friend eat, though she winces as she's clambered on. Zafirah smiles at K'rien, and nabs another fish bit to feed her little lady. "Thank you," She remarks to K'rien, "He already does." She grins, "But I like her, too."

Almira chuckles. "Congrats Zafirah." She says, and looks to see who gets the dizzy blue.

Everlasting Winter Storm Blue Hatchling flutters delicate wings, regaining balance after a first entirely too unsteady step forward. Make the room stop turning! Meeew, creeel! Swaying alarmingly, the dancer blue stumbles his uncertain way across the basket. He isn't sure where to go, maybe someone else will be.

Kenrid grins as Zafi get dive bombed. "Congradulations again, Zafi. Maybe she will help you clean Callenth." He takes a deep breath and looks to the last blue. THe fish growing limp in his hand under the heat. "Now we have stinky fish to eat. Better take it fast before it goes bad."

K'tag doesn't seem to be particularly fortunate tonight, what with the near-fall and all, but he sure does seem to be giving luck off to those around him. "And congratulations to you too, Zafirah," he intones to the fellow ex-Tanner brownrider, idly running a hand through his brown hair. "She looks wonderful. Do tell me what you name her. Ah... and you too, K'rien," he adds, not intending to leave the green weyrling out.

T'ren chuckles, "Alright. Who's been giving that little blue some Harper Red?"

Everlasting Winter Storm Blue Hatchling trips. Whoopsidoodles! He did trip the egg shards fantastic earlier, or was that electric? No, electric is the connection made in the moment of his collision with something... fishy. And stink is par for the course, it's fish after all. Sparks leap as union is made, elementary and elemental. Everlasting Winter Storm Blue Hatchling stumbles towards its chosen.

Tirya snickers as Zafirah has a 'lizard launched onto her. "Now that looks familiar," she murmurs. The girl straigtens up and stretches, smiling at something unexplained. Tirya saunters around and then notes K'tag, attempting to nudge him forward. "Hey there," she mutters at her pugil tutee.

Alina snorts T'ren-wards. "Ryann," she giggles, "last night."

T'ren chuckles and nods, "ah, thought so."

Everlasting Winter Storm Blue Hatchling has left.
Kenrid watches as Everlasting Winter Storm Blue Hatchling flies over.

Sivanne flashes a grin towards Zafirah as the green sibling pounces on another hapless impressee. The bulging stomach of the hatchling cradled in one small hand is gently shifted as she angles her head to catch a glimpse of the fourth hatchling stumbling amid shards and sand. "See, he's /just/ as clumsy," she reassures the tiny trilling brown in her arm.

Alina glances into the basket, "That be it? Oooh, no scary eggies like the last time at least! Wow, they all hatched, and two blues, go Zajal. Congratulations all round to the people lucky enough to... hey, did that dizzy drunk bluelet go to Kenrid? Maybe he'll be the one to lend sense to him, if he's that tipsy."

K'tag's posture immediately snaps up into something a little more dignified, and slowly (almost cautiously), he turns to the gold weyrling, bestowing upon her the lightest makings of a half-grin. "Good evening, Tirya," he greets her respectfully, nodding slightly as he does. "Have you... had luck with the hatching this night?"

Kenrid's eyes open in shock as the blue takes the fish from his hand. He quickly grabs anothe piece of fish to offer. Looking up at Alina with a frown, "I am not sure how to take that comment, Alina."

Alina snickers at Kenrid, "Take it that you're sensible, and that blue's not. Or so it looks. Ooh, that fish's really starting to..." and the greenrider *is* green after all. On cue again, the weyrling duo of earlier whisk the icky platter away, leaving enough for hapless Impressees.

Shards of a Placidly Shimmering Surface Egg has left.
Kenrid gathers up the Shards of a Placidly Shimmering Surface Egg.

Zafirah beams, feeding her newest friend. "Thanks, Kenrid," She smiles at him, then looks to her green girl. Hmm, a name... "Thank you, too, K'tag!" She chirps, "I will," She promises. A name... Zafirah seems oblivious to the snickering as she was used as a landing pad for the little lizard. No, this little green girl is /graceful/, and elegant. Or at least, good at divebombing.

Shards of a Regal Sentinel Cliffs Egg has left.
Sivanne gathers up the Shards of a Regal Sentinel Cliffs Egg.

Foresta vanishes, a faint flash of green lingering in the air for only a moment.
Foresta has left.

Shards of a Balmy Seaside Existence Egg has left.
K'rien gathers up the Shards of a Balmy Seaside Existence Egg.

Tirya looks K'tag oddly for his formal greeting and shrugs. "Yes, you might say I have. I am lucky to have avoided gathering something more to tend to, cute as they are," she informs him. The willowy youth smirks and then slips off.