Hatching 13

Hatching of Tiareth and Jhanath's clutch, at Ista Weyr
76th day of Spring, 7th Turn, 10th Pass
(Monday July 15th 1996)

Galleries (#2066)
Tier and tier of benches rise high in these galleries, encompassing a
sweep along a full third of the cavern's wall. Seats worn to
slippery-smooth likeness, they are broad enough to offer security — but
each one is also high enough to offer a clear view over those in front.
Several lines of rope cordon off this area from the Sands below, and a
precariously narrow pathway offers access to the multiple layers of
draconic ledges that line the walls.

To view things on the sand, see <help here>.
Flittering around are Conquistador, Pwyll, Gwen, Sionna, and Daenar.
Faile, Heather, Marc, Cyrene, Kira, Minuet, Rohanna, Blythe, Kitana, and
Keven are here.
Obvious exits:
Stairs
Moved.
Above the sands, Calith wings in through the upper entrance of the
hatching grounds.
Serauber walks in.
Above the sands, Calith swoops in to land on the ledge.
On the ledge, Calith lands neatly, and furls his wings.
Taria returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.
F'rin walks briskly up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.
Rohanna calls to Sionna, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.
Serauber smiles to all, "Welp, what a lovely day it is, it is."
Faile looks for a seat near heather and sits down close by
Minuet waves through the crowd to Serauber, "Hey! Over here!"
On the ledge, Calith flicks his wings back as he settles into a spot on
the ledge, lowering himself and his head so his rider astride can get a
better view.
Kira smiles and waves to F'rin.
Heather smiles at the Tithe Captain and nods,"yes it is
Taria smiles to Serauber and waves a hello.
Keven looks around exitedly.
Jarldom walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.
Kitana heads down the stairs.
Jarldom says, "Hello everyone My name is Jarldom!"
Hey everyone! Kira just changed the party! Do ‘@party’ to check it out!
Gabrielle walks in.
Taria smiles to everyone as she strokes her 'lizards muzzles, pointing
towards the sands.
Faile says, "hello jarldom"
Keven waves cheerfully to Jarldom.
Annie walks in.
Jarldom says, "Hello Annie"
Serauber enters and takes a quick glance around, finding a seat next to
Minuet, "Heather, Taria! How do you do?" he asks, then to Minuet, "Yes,
wonderful day, at least it has been for me."
On the sands, R'han makes a rude sound from his bronze manacle, eyes
rolling anguished appeal to — of all people — Nuff. "'alp," he rasps
breathlessly. "'alp, 'alp."
Kira waves to Jarldom, then turns her attention back to the sands,
awaiting the impending hatching.
Daenar heads down the stairs.
On the sands, Nuff /does/ get off her cushion, shaking herself out. Foot
meets purple pillow and sends it flying towards R'han with a giggle
Hrm, mebbie Jhanaht's not so bad after all. While the bronze is occupied,
Nuff heads for the eggs — Last chance!!
Annie smiles. "Hi, Jarldom! How are you?"
Taria nods over to Serauber, "It has been a fine day for me indeed, a fine
one.." as she smiles towards the sands..
view on sands
Snardo walks in.
Hatching Grounds (#4321)
The heat here is stifling, encompassing, swallowing mind and hazing sight
into waved oblivion. Sparkling, coarse black sand simmers with volcanic
urgency underfoot, its hillocks and dunes arranged to queen's liking;
reflected light filters in, offered no even perceived respite. When
empty, the vault of this cavern is hushed, still that echoes and rebounds;
when occupied, it is intensified: clutch dominates view, and every sound
resounds twicefold as loud as was intended.
A rather impressive mound of sands hides a few score of eggs…. 37? 38?
Last count had the total clutch at 39 with the really big one being
well-hidden.. but then theLump has never been known for her cooperation.
To the west, you see Tchirnath and one person.
Gold Tiareth and bronze Jhanath are here.
You see Orange Mandarin Spice Egg, Raspberry Zinger Egg, Mint-Mint-Mint
Egg, White Jasmine Egg, Rose Tea Egg, Honeyed Chamomile Egg, Blackberry
Bramble Egg, and Sleepytime Egg here.
Nuff, R'han, Darcy, T'lis, Kazumi, Celana, and Sylke are here.
Obvious exits:
Tunnel to Queen's Weyrs Entrance Up
Jarldom says, "I'm great…and you?"
Snardo says, "hi :)"
Jarldom says, "Hey Snardo"
On the sands, Jhanath chins a rattling egg against its other restless
fellows, jaws opening to crash into a resounding threat near Nuffie's
oncoming head. /Back/, thou beast, thou wart, thou unclean thing.
view orange on sands
Orange Mandarin Spice Egg
Even more torrid than the Istan climate, more horrid than the Weyr's own
orange and black, a chaotic smattering of tangerine sprawls across this
oblong shell along with its yet more fearful orange relatives. Beneath,
the leathery surface backgrounds halcyon blue, calm in design but raging
in clash with the sulky sienna, the too-cheerful marigold, the pungent
pumpkin, and even their lesser cousins — and all of them unabashedly,
inescapably, luridly /orange/.
view raspberry on sands
Raspberry Zinger Egg
Sparkles of light reflect from crystalline sprinklings scattered
liberally, even tantalizingly across the surface of this mid-sized egg,
the sweet confections never quite dissolving into the underlying fuchsia
distillation. One end tapers, nearly pointy, while the other bulges
gourd-like and convex, and the base color shadows similarly from
nearly-clear pink into fresh-picked, essence-of-raspberry pools.
Serauber smiles, "Has it Taria, that's good. Care to share your happy
tales with us?" he asks pleasently.
Onyx walks in.
view mint on sands
Mint-Mint-Mint Egg
Clear yellow-green reflects as does a still pond, glassily bright and
liquid. Beneath the egg's broader curve the color pools darker, harsh
like the bite of fresh mint, mellowing only as it blends into the
majority's lighter shade — and even then, specks of that same deep hue
retain their identity, floating onward in quiet, focused invasion. Across
all this dance small, circular ripples, cast by scant drops flicked
carelessly into the steaming mug of green, while misty tendrils obscure
other details in a lazy haze of white.
Snardo waves to Onyx.
view white on sands
White Jasmine Egg
Palest white is occluded only by the clarity of the tones that infuse the
shell's shallow, small arch. Clearest green melds with the softest amber,
a springtime splendor of transparent color; within, illusion twists a
creamy flower to reach fragile petals upward, floating, decorated by a
sprinkling of gold-dusted stamens. Further down, the deepening depths
return to green again: honey-sweetened and intense, steeped to complete,
transfigured finality.
Snardo giggles
Fletcher walks in.
view rose on sands
Rose Tea Egg
A Holdgirl's roseate romance cups the gentle convexity of shell as silken
petals wrap a bud before it opens in first bloom, overlapping cream-tinged
waves of matte, subtly opaque blush. This one's floral finery is simple,
its fragrance sweetly mild, the tea rose from some cherished garden;
still, so young, there's a certain formlessness to the rounded contours, a
blurring not accounted for by the sands' heat alone.
Above the sands, Quarith flies in through the upper entrance of the
hatching grounds.
Faile says, "heather , ohh never mind"
Annie smiles. "Just fine. Hve you ever seen a hatching before?"
On the sands, R'han twitches unhappily, eyes suddenly bulging out as a
nervous jerk from Jhanath dangles him above the sands altogether. Another
hoarse squall: "'alp!"
Serauber smiles, "Fletcher!"
Gabrielle smiles at Fletcher, "Hi there."
Snardo tickles Onyx.
Kira grins at Fletcher and waves happily.
Mirae walks in.
Jarldom says, "No this is my first"
view honeyed on sands
Taria smiles happily as she explains her fitting for a dress, waving her
hands around in exciting movements as she describes how the dress will
look.
Honeyed Chamomile Egg
Translucent yellow drowses peacefully as the base color for this large,
many-hued egg, further swirled by caressing tints of amber and lemon.
Soothing to the eye, dark hues sink through light in quiet, soporific
splendor; through that calm stillness a few speckles sift deep to the
glossy, golden dregs, the slight contrast of their gentle spiral only
augumenting the inherent, unavoidable, drowning tranquility.
Heather smile at Lord Fletcher,"hello Lord Fletcher
On the sands, Tiareth serpentines up to Jhanath. To Jhanath's rider. Her
maw opens.
Keven waves cheerfully at Fletcher.
Annie nods. "Mine too."
view blackberry on sands
Blackberry Bramble Egg
Shades of deep wine darken the depths of this egg, translucent and
fathomless in dimension. Sunlit glimmers spark it to more ruby lights,
bringing forth the palest tinge of green sharpness: perhaps a touch
acidic beneath the sweet, with undertones of breathless, husky loam.
Summer-fermented fragrance settles into the broad base, the uneven flowery
dregs transfixed, in the end, by the vintage liquor's remembrance of
delicate, once-unsullied tones.
view sleepy on sands
Sleepytime Egg
Chamomile's citrine lullaby limns shell's curve with delicious
somnolescence, courted by the warmth of spearmint in liquid splendor.
Tucked in by a lemongrass tang, the personified egg dozes under an herbal
coverlet of muted golden-green hue, lulled into the arms of Morpheus to
daydream if not truly to sleep; comforting indulgence laps it in
lassitude, awaiting the inevitable awakening of dawn, the brightening into
the brilliant blues and greens of eternal day.
Fletcher grins to Seraubers and Gabrielle, making his way towards them,
then pauses as he waves to Kira brightly. "Ho there, Kira! Hello,
Heather," he greets brightly to all.
view tiareth on sands
Tiareth (#3435)
Wyverthian, pacific broodiness curves this immense, now-mature queen, only
recently accustomed to her tremendous length of limb. Knobby, bony
wingspars lilt with their usual purpling sunrise, their golden sails
further beaten to true, midmorning translucence, and the brilliant force
of midday strikes overlarge talons and haphazardly spaced neckridges;
still, the comparatively gentle heat of afternoon not only brushes
sunswept highlights on the tortuous kinks of neck and tail, but warms her
sands-bound lengths and dances hearthfire's glow within her gaze.
Tiareth is 2 Turns, 4 months, and 2 days old.
She is 41 meters long, with a wingspan of 68 meters.
view jhanath on sands
Jhanath (#485)
Mulled honey pours over his broad-shouldered frame, mead-sweet over the
deep bronze that gleams spiderweb-etched on belly and forelegs, sensitive
length of neck and muscular withers. Rich copper fires his muzzle,
tracing a mark upon the center of his forehead; cuckold it marks him,
'gainst mates unknown — and yet copper also veins the finely sailed
wings, brightens the depths of stocky body, and gleams razor-sharp on
talons long and slender.
A smug radiance dampens the hostility of his character, smooshing him into
actual pleasantry.
Jhanath is 3 Turns, 5 months, and 11 days old.
He is 36 meters long, with a wingspan of 60 meters.
Above the sands, Quarith flies out the upper entrance of the hatching
grounds.
Jarldom smiles, "we can enjoy it together"
Lark walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.
Marc waves to Fletcher.
Minuet wave to Lark
Annie looks around. "Do you have a seat yet?"
Snardo scratches his head.
Faile says, "who me?"
On the sands, Here a twitch, there a tiwitch. Nuff twitches… but backs
off glaring at Jhanath. Muttermutter Nuffie's eggs mutter. Poor Nuff, she
has yet to touch any of the eggs. "Bad Jhanath. Bad, /bad/ dragon." Nuff
hides near Tiareth.
Above the sands, Cvinth flies in through the upper entrance of the
hatching grounds.
On the sands, Jhanath teases R'han unkindly over Tiareth's open jaws,
adamantine gaze swinging about to watch the man's kicking legs with a
remote satisfaction. "
'alp. /NUFF!/"
Jarldom shrugs, "not yet"
Above the sands, Iriliath flits agilely in through the upper entrance of
the hatching grounds.
Saffron walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.
Serauber nods as Taria explains, "Yes, you told me about that before, I'm
sure it will be a wonderful dress." he smiles, "Beautiful dress I mean."
Above the sands, Iriliath swoops in to land on the ledge.
On the ledge, Iriliath lands neatly, and furls her wings.
Above the sands, Cvinth swoops in to land on the ledge.
On the ledge, Cvinth lands neatly, and furls his wings.
Annie says, "Let's go find some."
Saffron waves to all and looks for a vacant seat
On the sands, Tiareth lips idly in the direction of those legsnot too
close, mind
and curls a purpled wingtip about her dear, dear lifemate.
You Sit and Stay too.
Minuet waves to Saffron, "Hi!"
Jarldom says, "ok"
Serauber smiles at Saffron and waves, "Hey Saffron."
Gabrielle smiles and waves to Saffron."
Lark looks about idly for a seat, waving over to the odd person here and
there.
On the ledge, From Iriliath's neck, Larkin smiles in high excitement to
Lark, murmuring greetings to each dragon as she makes her way toward the
galleries.
Jarldom says, "I'm following you"
Faile says, "heather have you been to a hatching before"
On the ledge, Larkin slips from Iriliath's neck and drops to the ground.
Saffron smiles at Minuet"hello"and smiles at Serauber and Gabbi "hi there,
nice to see you all
On the ledge, Calith rumbles a greeting to his clutchmates, turning his
head from the sands for a moment to offer a draconic grin as hello.
Shaival walks in.
Annie's eyes snatch a view of 2 empty seats. "Over here!"
Fletcher hmms and makes his way over to his traditional seat among the
Harpers. "Hey there, Keven. Seen Seamus yet? I was going to make a
friendly wager with him about the outcome of the gold Impression…"
Snardo waves at Shaival.
Saffron moves over to Heather and smiles,"mind if I sit down,?
Jarldom says, "great"
On the sands, Jhanath checks Nuff's location — safely away from the eggs.
Good. — and abruptly loses interest in R'han, dropping him heavily to the
sands. Dust flies, as does a couple of arms and an aching groan. "Oh,
shells…."
Keven sits at an emty place, making it comfortable for himself as he
watches the sands with growing extiment.
Heather shakes her head and says,"no please have a seat.
Jarldom moves towards the two seats
Annie sits down. "Pretty good view, too."
On the sands, Darcy gulps, and backs away towards Celana. "Torienth's
daughter can't be /that/ unlike her, can she?" Another nervous glance is
cast at Tiareth, and she shuffles, not wanting to be stepped on.
Taria smiles and agrees with Serauber, as she begins to go into further
explaination of her dress to Minuet..
Jarldom sio(sits) next to Annie
F'rin cl Type ways, then; that'll show you which way to go.
Saffron waves to Lord Fletcher and smiles
Keven looks over at Fletcher "Huh? Oh no I haven't seen him, hmm…"
On the sands, Celana hmms, brow raised. "Ayup." Simple, yet it explains
things about her oh so well.
Faile says, "saffron"
Mirae plops down on a little bench in the corner.
Larkin steps in from the ledges, and works her way over to F'rin,
murmuring greetings and duties and oh, "Hello! Isn't it fun!"
Saffron smiles at Faile and says,"yes..
Fletcher hmms to Keven and peers out over the Sands. "Well, care to make
a wager with me? I personally think Fia will make it. In my experience-
I've been to dozens of these things- the cooks always Impress."
On the sands, Torienth, Torienth… OH right. FatOne's dragon. Nuff just
giggles at R'han, he suits his dragon. "Gee Tiareth. HOw comes you not
eating all the people?" Nuff looks wide-eyed around her at all the other
riders and grins, hugely.
On the sands, Kazumi sends one last thought of love to her lifemate
Amanoth as she falls asleep.
nervous shells firmly into the sand. Dare you to hatch. /DARE/ you.
Serauber smiles at Shaival, "Hello Shaival, alls well?"
Faile says, "heather you got a seat near by?"
Saria walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.
Minuet ooohs, at Taria's description, a hint of jealousy crossing her eyes
and her insistance upon going to the weaver now herself on her lips
Kira grins and waves to Saria.
On the sands, Tiareth rumbles over her bronze's lean at the lot of them,
all dark possession and glinting talons. Watch yourselves.
Keven grins at Fletcher "Ok, if you say so. Hmm personaly I would set my
marks on that guy Connor"
Heather nods and says,"sure just in front of me…if you can make it
through the crowd.
Marc chuckles.
The stones of the weyr itself seem to vibrate with the endless thrumming
of the dragons, announcing the impending hatching.
Cyrene hmmms and sees no one she knows. She thus pushes her way through
the crowd…*bump* 'Scuse me…Oof..thank you…Okay.." She finds an empty
seat at the front of the galleries and flops into a seat, leaning her arms
over the edge of the stands and peering at the Sands. "Shards, y'all, it's
/just/ eggs!"
Marc moves to sit with Fletcher and Keven.
Fletcher taps Keven on the shoulder and points out, "Ahhh, males can't
impress to golds, Keven."
On the sands, R'han rolls onto his stomach and crawls through hot black
sand to Nuff's side, wincing as the heat bites through callused skin to
more sensitive nerves. "Ow. ow. /OW/. Ow. Sliver sliver ow ow." — "Oh.
Hey, Darcy, folks."
On the sands, Kazumi wakes up with a splutter, uh who, what, where, huh?
locates a vacant seat somewhere on the far side of the galleries.
Keven smiles at Marc "Hi!"
Fletcher looks up and grins at the somewhat familiar face. "Hello there,
Marc," he greets amiably.
Faile Faile walks to (through the crownd and finds the seat in front of
heather
Marc says, "Hiya you two."
Jarldom looking at Annie, "so are your parents still on vacation?"
Fletcher asks the guard, "Who do you favour for the gold?"
Above the sands, Dharmath soars powerfully, his metallic hide glinting, in
through the upper entrance of the hatching grounds.
On the sands, Jhanath busies himself with his rebellious children
meanwhile, herding as many of the clutch as his wings can reach into the
ominous shadow of his massive Presence. Stay Still. Now.
On the sands, Tsk. I've already got a dragon, silly Lump. Celana's smile
says as much, not backing away from her already far distance from the
eggs. Besides, she's having too much fun watching the proceedings.
Annie nods. "Still wandering Pern, I guess."
Above the sands, Dharmath swoops in to land on the ledge.
On the ledge, Dharmath lands neatly, and furls his wings.
Above the sands, Quarith flies in through the upper entrance of the
hatching grounds.
Marc says, "Who ever gets her?"
Heather smiles at Faile,"well I see you made it..the crowds are really
getting large
Marc grins.
Above the sands, Quarith swoops in to land on the ledge.
On the ledge, Quarith lands neatly, and furls her wings.
Faile says, "yes it has"
Jarldom says, "Why dont you throw a partyu?"
Saria smiles at F'rin and Larkin, and takes her seat on one side of the
Weyrleader, saving another for someone special.
Fletcher rolls his eyes at Marc. "You should have been a Harper, Marc."
F'rin smiles to Larkin, nodding in agreement. "Aye, it is, that." On
seeing Saria, he smiles again, greeting his WeyrWoman.
Keven grins "Yeah!"
On the sands, Kazumi grins as she stands along side the other riders, new
awlm knot a bit odd on her shoulder, but she regards the rocking eggs with
as much excitement as anyone.
On the sands, Tiareth eels around, around, around, tormenting the sands
further. A trumpet warns the arriving dragons, piercing through the
others' thrum.
Annie laughs. "Are you kidding? My parents would kill me!"
On the sands, White Jasmine Egg flickers…or does it? Soft springtime
colours perhaps stirred by some hidden force.
On the sands, M'hael walks out onto the sands.
Fletcher summons a mark piece to his hand and twirls it expertly through
his fingers. "No one cares to wager on it?" he asks his compaions.
Marc chuckles. "Hey, between my uncle and living at a weyr most my life,
learned to try not to second guess hatchlings.
Jarldom smiles. "how about a private one…
Keven nods "Ok I'll do, just give me a little time to think over the
situation"
Larkin settles in beside F'rin, and is quiet, for once. Intrigued.
Listening. Watching. And very decorative.
On the sands, Nuff does actually go so far as to pat R'han's dark curls,
helping the rider, should he need it, back to his feet.
On the sands, B'ran *SLOSHES* out onto the sands.
Mirae edges over to the edge of the galleries to look down.
Minuet grins at Fletcher, holding a mark of her own, "My vote is for Kara"
On the sands, Rose Tea Egg whispers like silk stroked by rough fingers as
it slips along the grainy sand.
On the sands, Blackberry Bramble Egg doesn't flicker, as much as mosey,
well as much as an egg can mosey, digging itself deeper into it's hole.
Shaival passes out from sheer exhaustion.
Faile says, "thanks for finding a seat for n/me"
in and looks down on the sands.
Fletcher chuckles to Keven. "We'll see who shows up… Kara, Minuet?
You're on. I'll keep a pot going…" he says, holding out a money pouch.
Taria grins at the bettings, but decided to keep the marks that she has.
Jarldom says, "What are the oddsof(odds of) this bet?"
Minuet grins, adding her mark to the pouch
Faile says, "me"
Fletcher chuckles to Jarldom. "Whoever guesses right gets the pot! My
vote is Fia. Never seen a cook fail to Impress."
Gabrielle grins and says to Fletcher, "I vote Kyleigh."
Kira grins at Fletcher. "I'll put my mark on Aralie. We are betting on
the gold, eh?"
Annie says, "The party would have to be pretty small for them not to
notice."
Heather smiles at Blythe and nods,"it is going to get hot in here, with
all these people "and she starts to fan herself as she watches the sands
Mairen walks in.
On the sands, Raspberry Zinger Egg barely trembles, the grains of sand
beside it are shaken ever so slightly, as if shifted by the wind rather
than from the movement of the shell.
Cyrene hums too, not a dragon hum, but a little tune she made up herself
as she dangles her arms over the balcony edge, beaming at the eggs below.
Fletcher nods up to Kira. "Indeed we are, Kira. All righty, Gabrielle.
Kyleigh…"
On the sands, R'han leans heavily on Nuff's rotund support, for once
grateful to the smaller rider for assistance. Not that she's ever offered
much before, mind you. Jhanath, glowering protectively over the eggs,
blares a duet to Tiareth's warning: Go Away.
On the sands, Sleepytime Egg is silent for a moment, then, prompted by the
dancing of his partners, pursues an intricate roll.
On the sands, B'ran walks slowly over to the queen and bows, then to
Jhanath, and to Nuff and R'han. A swift couple more steps takes him to the
grouping of riders where he too waits.
Leilani walks in.
Keven grins at Fletcher "This is unfair, you're a lord holder, you got
more money then uss. I say you pay double the abount"
Marc chuckles.
Serauber notices Blythe, "HYello Blythe!" he says from his chair, smiling
at the perfumer.
Jarldom looking at Annie, very small…just me and you"
On the sands, Somewhere under a layer of black-sand, the pale-gold flush
of Honey and Chamomille gives the slightest awakening shiver. Grains stir,
but the dark mantle of Istan darkness shrouds the large egg and it settles
happily out of harms way - and /well/ away from Nuff's sticky fingers.
Larkin says, "Ooh!"
Fletcher rolls his eyes at Keven. "That's just nonsense, Keven," he
points out to the Harper, looking around to see if there're anymore bets
coming in?
On the sands, White Jasmine Egg indeed does flicker, and flickers again,
gently, shell rippling as if something within catches alight and
begins…to bloom.
Jarldom says, "What are the choices of this bet?"
Blythe nods, "But I think perhaps the people down on the sands are going
to be even hotter than we." she smiles with a wave up at Serauber, "hello!"
Annie smiles. "I bet they wouldn't mind. We could go to Annabell's"
Keven grins at Fletcher.
From Fletcher's shoulder, Jasper adds her own little voice to the
thrumming dragons. Small though it is, she's trying!
Jarldom says, "Thats fine with me"
Annie says, "Have you seen her place? It's great."
Jirbrand walks in.
Heather smiles and nods,"that is for sure, Blythe,but they will not notice
it as much all the excitement"
With an intense look of concentration, Kira's eyes unfocus as she wanders
off to think about verbs.
Taria looks up the the thrumming blue and brown upon her shoulder and
grins as they lean forward towrds the eggs, thrumming as loud as their
tiny lungs can thrum.
Stormdark blinks in from ::between::!
Serauber smiles, "So, how have things been for you lately Blythe?"
Jarldom says, "nope…never seen it…I've heard it's hidden though"
Leilani calls to Stormdark, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.
Rapture blinks in from ::between::!
Minuet calls to Rapture, who flies gracefully over to her, landing on her
shoulder
Moira walks in.
From Annie's shoulder, Deka lets a little thrum escape her tiny chest.
On the sands, Blackberry Bramble Egg does its moseying a bit more. Left,
right, left, right. Then it stops with a tremor, shock still. Maybe
moseying isn't what was needed just then.
Kira wanders back into the room, after having considered verbs for a time.
Blythe grins to Heather, "Aye," with a look back to Serauber, "Oh,
busy…as usual."
On the sands, Tiareth sniffs after B'ran's retreating back. Taken. Where
are the offerings to these, her offspring? Washed, robed, dried and
/prepared/ for the carnage? The wyverthian neck arches, neckridges midday
fire against the black of sands.
F'rin smiles as he watches the eggs begin moving. He glances at Larkin,
smiling again before returning his attention to the sands.
Kitana walks up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.
Gold_Guest walks in.
Annie nods. "You count as a friend. I'll show it to you later."
Fletcher looks around the galliers for other interesting people but then
notes that the eggs are actually moving. "Hmmm, better pay attention to
them," he mumbles and leans over the railing a bit to get a good view.
Gold_Guest goes home.
Jarldom says, "ok thats col(cool)"
On the sands, Ophelia walks quietly out onto the sands.
Keven sighs as he's considering the candidates "Ok I'll say Kyleigh for
the gold."
Larkin tucks her hand in F'rin's arm, and snuggles. "Do you remember…?"
On the sands, Cecily strides energetically out onto the sands.
On the sands, Connor walks out onto the sands.
Looking up from the thrumming little ones, Taria notices her j'man, MAiren
and waves her over with a lighthearted smile..
On the sands, Kershaw walks, with an air of mischeviousness. out onto the
sands.
Saria smiles at Larkin. "Lovely dress, dear," she compliments around
F'rinn.
Fletcher chuckles to Keven. "Two for Kyleigh, eh? Hmmm."
Moira nods in agreement.
On the sands, Rebecka wumbles out onto the sands.
On the sands, Katryna walks silent as a cat out onto the sands.
On the sands, Kyleigh strides purposefully out onto the sands.
Kira shoos Pwyll, who disappears *between*.
Kira shoos Gwen, who disappears *between*.
On the sands, Aralie wanders silently out onto the sands.
Kira shoos Conquistador, who disappears *between*.
Annie points out over the sands. "Look, Jarldom, they're moving."
Jirbrand smiles slightly at mention of Kyleigh's name.
On the sands, Jhanath arches his neck, narrowed eyes swinging quick to the
march of white-robed delicacies invading the dark wallow of Sands' heat.
Ah. /There/ we go.
On the sands, Raspberry Zinger Egg continues to quiver sporadically, as if
the occupant is bent on taking its time about emerging.
Mairen looks up from her rapt examination of the eggs and waves at Taria,
rising to sit near the apprentice.
On the sands, Waves of peach and rose ripple across the Rose Tea Egg's
opaque surface, hinting at creamy spills of silk which roll across the
surface.
On the sands, Kershaw bows to Jhanath, Tiareth, Nyuff and R'han
A drudge arrives to cart Shaival off to bed.
On the sands, Sleepytime Egg's rounded surface begins to ripple with the
imminent struggle of its occupant yearning to be free; it crashes into a
fellow egg and then is still, once again.
Cyrene grins as the Cands take the stage. She whoops, "Yay Aralie! Cecily!
Whooo!" Yeah, kind of obnoxious but she'll stop now, for a bit :)
On the sands, Connor wanders in, politely, perhaps nervously, bowing
towards Jhanath and Tiareth, Nuff and R'han.
On the sands, As if sensing the arrival of future lifemate, White Jasmine
Egg leaps..something definatly stirring, burning within..and without.
Shell ripples with life springing forth.
On the sands, Fia takes a deep breath, hot breath, too, and bows.
Leilani waits patiently for Fia to step onto the sands. She is skinny
enough to get a good view of the eggs, right on the railings edge
Moira notices the fl's being shooed away, and grins, gesturing for
Fletcher and Keven's benefit.
On the sands, Ophelia drops out of the front of that snake of Candidates,
pausing to show respect where it's due: A bow to Tiareth, and Jhanath, and
she sets herself to one side, nodding to their riders.
"Hey Mairen, howw have you been today?" Taria says as Mairen takes a seat
neat to her.
Fletcher looks up and notices another Harper, waving her into the
stake-out Harper seciont.
Keven looks at Fletcher with a concerned expresion "hmm there allredy is
one on Kyleigh?"
On the sands, Katryna bows as her knees wobble.
On the sands, Aralie walks onto the sands, gaze on her feet until the heat
and brightness enters her vision. She looks to the queen, bows politely
and respectfully to both Tiareth and Jhanath, then to their riders.
On the sands, Rebecka gulps and bows to Jhanath, Tiareth, Nuff, and R'han,
then proceeds to chew on her thumb some more.
Kira peers out at the shifting eggs, waiting impatiently.
Jirbrand leans against the railing, eyes pinned on Kyleigh. *His* heroine,
of sorts.
On the sands, Kershaw lines up in a semi-circle with the other
candidates….shifting from foot to foot nervously…
On the sands, R'han slings his arm around Nuff, a more precautionary
measure than protective or possessive, face turning towards Ophelia with a
slightly bruised grin. Here we go. And — "No, Jhanath. I don't think
killing any of them would go down so well."
Fletcher nods to Keven. "Gabrielle put her vote in for Kyleigh… You'll
have to split the pot if you're right!"
Annie points to Kershaw. "That's my uncle."
Gold_Guest goes home.
On the sands, Katryna takes her place in the semi-circle, doing the
Hatching Sands dance.
Gabrielle grins at Keven. "I bet on Kyleigh as well"
Jarldom looking at Annie, "I wish I had a firelizard"
On the sands, Fia shuffles her feet across the sand as she moves up into
her position. Her feet leave long trails ocress the sand where she refuses
to lift them as she shuffles along.
Keven says, "I'll say Rebecka then. Anyone on her?"
On the sands, Blackberry Bramble Egg @emit Seeming more bent on breaking
others open along with itself, Blackberry Bramble Egg quivers erratically,
shell quaking from the onslaught of its occupant.
On the sands, Cecily curtseys as best she can, and low, to Tiareth and
Jhanath and Nuff and R'han. She makes sure she's in proper
half-circle-ness and turns her attention to the matter at hand…
On the sands, Tiareth inspects the lot of them, each by each; her baleful
stare sinks far too close, and nostrils flare to take in each smell.
Fletcher shakes his head. "Not that I know of…"
On the sands, Kara curtseys to TIareth, Jhanath and their riders Nuff and
R'han. She blinks as the sands start to burn slightly. She moves in to the
semicircle eyes wide as she looks at the eggs.
Annie strokes Deka's muzzle. "They are so sweet…I bet you'll get one
soon."
Mairen smiles tiredly at Taria, "Glad of the break and the chance to watch
this… but I wish it wasn't so warm."
F'rin nods slowly in response to Larkin's question as he continues
watching the eggs. On hearing Saria's comment, he favors her with a
smile. "Aye… Larkin does love to dress well."
Jarldom says, "I'm gonna try"
On the sands, Connor follows Kershaw, taking his place in the
semi-circle. He stands, shuffling his feet for the first few steps.
Keven looks over at Gabrielle "Sorry I'm just not good at charing" He
grins.
On the sands, Rebecka follows Kershaw, her lovely buddy and chews on her
thumb, lifting one foot then the next but often forgetting and lifting the
next foot up very quickly.
On the sands, Kershaw sees the trembling eggs and watches entralled….a
slight shaking coursing through his body..
On the sands, Aralie steps into place in the semi-circle, grabbing KAra's
hand still as she stands quietly.
On the sands, Nuff blinks at all the arriving canidates. She forgot this
part. "Hey R'han!", wriggling into his embrace, "Candidates!" One wonders
why Nuff is surprised about this. The sweat-darkened gold curls are
shoved out of the way as Nuff happily looks over each and every one.. till
she gets bored. "Kinda scrawny aren't they?"
On the sands, Sleepytime Egg perceives the entry of candidates and resumes
its rocking; quite hazardous.
Saria sits demurely next to F'rin, and glances at the still-empty seat
next to her. "I do, too.. just wish the people I dressed for would show
up when I dressed for them.." she chuckles wryly.
Moira says, "Sorry, I don't know any of them well enough to bet on them
yet."
Annie nods. "Do it. I bet you'll be successfel."
On the sands, Kyleigh skips over the sands. No mere walking she does.
These sands are hot! and she barely remembers to bow to Tiareth and
Jhanath before crowding next to her frieds, hopping one foot to the other
and bowing to Nuff and R'han at the same time. Hot. Hot.
Imperial blinks in from ::between::!
Taria nods as she watches Mairen sweat from withing her thick clothes and
wipes at her forehead, "Yes it is" she says with a slight smile.
On the sands, Katryna wrings her hands nervously.
On the sands, Cecily grabs at Kara's other hand, flashing a encouraging
grin to Aralie.
On the sands, What should be a thrum by rights emerges from Jhanath's
throat as a rumbling that shakes bones and minds, vibrating through each
with equal malice and the promise of havoc.
On the sands, Mint-Mint-Mint Egg twitches slightly — or perhaps it's
simply a trick of illusory mist. Silent, deep in its bed of darkness, it
rests, indifference draping that richness of shell.
Blythe glances down, breathing a soft sigh as the candidates file in,
"Oh," she notes to Heather, "I've never been to a dragon hatching before."
Jarldom says, "I will when there is a firelizard hatching"
Fletcher hmmms to Moira. "Ah well. Have a seat, Moira… We're right
here at the bottom of the stands. Leadership has its priviledges, I
suppose," he says with a snicker.
On the sands, Aralie smiles great <gratefully> to Cecily for the
encouragment, looking around for Kyleigh to hold her empty hand.
Annie nods.
On the sands, Fia stands up tall and straight, hot sand on sone side of
her and candidates on the other. She tries to remember a moment why she's
here as she senses the stares of people in the stands.
On the sands, Kershaw takes a step back at Jhanath's bellow…..not
wanting to be dragon food….
On the sands, R'han quivers in a silent laugh, squeezing tighter with an
automatic reflex of muscles. "Kinda," he agrees. "As compared to us, I
suppose."
From Minuet's arms, Rapture thrums deeply in her throat, eyes whorling
with excitment
On the sands, White Jasmine Egg shudders, lifeforce within burning,
blazing and so too does the egg now. ripples, shudders and flickers
caressing plae shell….growing, slowly growing in force, enrgy…life
F'rin glances at the empty seats on the other side of Saria, then nods.
"Yes… Hopefully they'll show up soon."
Jarldom says, "Who are the candidates?"
Moira grins at Feltcher and takes the proffered seat.
Heather smiles and says,"I have but they are all exciting:)
Keven chuckles at Fletcher.
On the sands, Rose Tea Egg shivers yet again, leaving ochre streaks on the
sand it passes over, as it rocks back and forth, back and forth, shadows
mingling with the scented grace of the gleamingly thin shell. The
opaqueness only makes the egg seem even thinner, as it retraces its short
path again and again.
On the sands, Kara squeezes both Cecily and Aralie's hands her toes curl
into the burning sands forgetting to pick them up in her awe of the eggs.
On the sands, White Jasmine Egg smoulders, the pale shell suddenly alight
with rising, /consuming/ flames; cracks flicker and leap as the pyre takes
hold, shrouding in desolation. As it falls asunder, all is consumed,
destroyed, before the small dragon rises from the ashy shards.
On the sands, Ash-shrouded Phoenix Blue Dragonet
On the sands, Ethereal, mystical, magical flames flicker awakening color
over the sleeping depths of cerulean blue; color slumbers, nay,
/smoulders/ in softest spirit-hues, veiling the hatchling dragonet's sleek
form in gentle, ashen hide. Delicate mithril filigree shrouds shoulders
and wings, though their fragile, wind-tossed sails again light with that
cool, fiery blue; his undeniable length of tail flickers, flails, even as
lanky legs dwindle into sharp, wide-spaced talons whose midnight blue
blends to true night-black along their serrated edges. Wide-set eyes,
ablaze with inner luminescence, splinter fire and flame above his muzzle's
hawkish curve.
Jirbrand crosses his arms, then drops his chin onto them with a wistful
smile as he eyes Kyleigh with *thee* most puyppydogged expression. One
might as well put a sign on his back: Lovesick Puppy Here.
Faile smiles a smiles of happiness
Serauber looks out over the sands the smiles at Minuet, "Your friend.." he
pauses truly having forgotten the girl's name, "Is down there no?"
On the sands, Hazardous? Blackberry Bramble Egg is moving harder than a
flower in a windstorm, shell riveting against its mates upon the sands.
Annie snrugs. "I know Aralie and Kershaw are…"
Fletcher waggles an idle finger at all of the Candidates, "I do have to
say, you'd have to be brave up there.. ooo! A blue hatched," he points
out the obvious.
Peaking through Taria's hair, Spirit thrums happily as much as hi s blue
hide can, clinging onto Taria's shoulder to keep himself from falling over.
Larkin says again, as she will all through this, and it's reverent every
time, "Ooh!"
Moira waves her hand in front of her face. "It's /really/ hot in here,
especially so close to the sands. How do the candidate stand it?
On the sands, Kershaw gasps at the emerging dragonete…amzing how that
happens….
Minuet nods to Serauber, "Look, the first one has hatched!"
Kira oohs and encourages the candidates as the first dragon hatches.
On the sands, Rebecka wiggles her brows and watches, her gaze falling on
Kyleigh, then she turns back, wide eyed and curious just to see the blue
dragonet break out from its shell. A quikly mumbles gasp flys outta her
mouth.
On the sands, Cecily ooohs…
Jarldom says, "oh…ok"
Saria sits forward as the first dragonet emerges.
On the sands, Raspberry Zinger Egg seems to dig itself ever so much deeper
into the desert hot sand with it's tiny shakes and quivers of movement.
Fletcher chuckles to Moira and points out, "I think they're too nervous to
notice, actually."
On the sands, Katryna's eyes go wide as teacups as the dragonet hatches.
On the sands, Aralie stares as a hatchling emerges. Her hand squeezes
Kara's a bit harder, as her mouth drops open slightly at the wonderful
sight. Her eyes stay stuck fast on the adorable little blue, and she only
looks up to grin at her friends.
Marc chuckles.
On the sands, Ophelia rocks from foot to foot as sands' heat bites deep
into her soles: and takes time to admire. "Blue. Such a lovely one, at
that." Her eyes roam the sea of white — who will be first?
Cyrene looks at the new hatchling. "Eek! So ugly!" She squeaks, surprised
at the wrinkled, wet goo-covered hatchling. She shakes her heas sadly. "I
had no idea."
On the sands, Connor tries to stand still. Really. Actually, he
succeeds, remaining completely still before another thought does dawn on
him. These sands /are/ hot. Seeing the first Hatchling emerge, he pauses
again, staring after the little dragon. That doesn't last long, though,
before he continues shifting from foot to foot.
Marc seems very relaxed.
On the sands, Fia's seen it before. She wouldn't be too impressed, if she
wasn't this /close/ do the darn thing. Her eyes don't move off the blue,
waiting for it to trample someone.
She taps her heels together three times and says,there is now place like
home,and off she goes back to rl.
Nuffie always been rather… DRAGON!! Lookout." Nuff all but clambers up
into R'han's arms to avoid the arriving hatchling.
Muttermutterdon'tpicknuffmuttermutter. Still, she turns happily to
Tiareth and beams. "Blue. Nuffie likes blue." It's close to purple on the
rainbow.
Fletcher looks just as relaxed as Marc and asks the veteran guard, "How
many of these have YOU seen, Marc?"
On the sands, Celana chuckles, remembering her hatching now, as blue steps
out. And who says bronzes need to be first?
On the sands, Kyleigh giggles nervously. A giggle from her? And hands
slips over to Aralie protectively…or is it she who needs the
encouragement. But then the candie begins her dancing anew, barely even
noticing the hatched dragonet. Oh why oh why did she evr listen to those
riders that said to tough it out?
On the sands, Tiareth trumpets towards her firstborn, rising immediately
to her haunches with tail lashing. Get it, Nuff. Make it safe.
Marc says, "Most my life."
On the sands, Scattered shells lie around newly emerged hatchling,
remnants of pyre and old life, discardd now. For new life has begun,
emerged for ashe ruins. A creel of joy, more squawk than anything is
offered up at the joy of life. Then up he rises, up, up on wobbly legs.
On the sands, Cecily tearsher eyes away from the eggs and hatchlign to
seek outBecca.. how's she doing.. ah, there.. andother smile, then back to
eggwatch.
On the sands, Jhanath reaches for his firstborn, jaws gaped wide to
capture and save — but rocks back to his mate's side instead, prodded
both by memory and recognition of instinct. Instead, a proud rumble: his
first, and born well. Look, Tiareth. /His/ son.
Marc says, "Here,, fort, and Benden."
On the sands, Kershaw suddenly notices how hot the sans are…and starts
to shift from foot to foot….owwwie
Daenar glides up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.
Annie leans fowards to watch closer.
On the sands, Rebecka gulps a lot more and offers a way shakey smile at
Cecily, then turns to watch. Eyes dart from one friends to the next as she
wonders who's gonna impress this blue.
Jirbrand chuckles softly, gazing at the dancing Candidates. Music, anyone?
It's the Candie Shuffle out there.
On the sands, R'han staggers under Nuffie's weight, but deals manfully
with the challenge: long arms sling about to cradle as his spine bends,
legs parting to straddle into the sink of black. "Unh." Translation
meaning — blue is good for him, too.
On the sands, Darcy smiles with odd softness up at the ledge filled with
dragons, remembering how her beloved dragon was also first to hatch, first
to choose…. her.
On the sands, Kara picks up her right foot then her left one quickly. Her
hands grasps her circlemates tighter as the hatchling comes to be. Her
eyes wide as she watches where the blue will move to. She chews on her lip.
Fletcher nods slowly to Marc. "No kidding… I don't think they ever
become quite routine, but maybe they lose their magic the more you see.
It's just interesting at this point," he says with a grin and continues to
lean over the railing for a good view.
Daenar heads down the stairs.
Moira thinks Jirbrand shouldn't tempt fate…or spam…with so many
harpers around.
On the sands, Katryna wrings her hands, nervous and shifting from foot to
foot.
On the sands, Kidwyn limps shyly out onto the sands.
Saria watches curiously at Tiareth's and Jhanath's reactions, fearing for
a moment that the blue would be caught up, but knowing better even still,
and she turns to smile at the Weyrleader and gauge his reaction.
Fletcher thinks he agrees with Moira. :)
On the sands, Cecily begins knawing on her lip, waiting for the match to
be made.. who will it be…
On the sands, One reddish egg jumps for a moment as if the sands beneath
it were /too/ hot. It bumps against a neighbor, one more fragile than
itself. The brownish orb cracks and splits, depositing a startled looking
green dragonet onto the sands flat on her back.
On the sands, Blackberry Bramble Egg shutters yet again, hitting against a
smaller egg, quivering, no, thundering in it's movement to free it's
occupant, stopping only for the briefest of moments, then shivering again
in impatience.
On the sands, Aralie's hands tighten, squeezing both KA <Kara's> and
Kyleigh's. She watches the little blue in awed fascination. "Beautiful,"
she qhispers near silently.
Keven looks over at Fletcher "How many of these have you seen?"
Jirbrand smirks slifghtly. Hey, needs *something*. Too quiet. It'd loo
funnier tuned ot something fast and furious. His mossy gaze blinkblinks
(quite innocently?) on th e sands.
Blythe looks down on the sands, "You know, I don't think I could ever do
that, be out there when the dragonets start hatching…I'd probably get
knocked over or something."
On the sands, Kershaw sees the newest hatched dragonette and smiles
wondering who she will pick…
Fletcher hmmms to Keven and tries to count. "At least a dozen… Maybe
more. At Fort and here. I've made all of them at Ista since the disaster
and I never missed them at Fort so long as I was there…"
On the sands, Ash-shrouded Phoenix Blue Dragonet is alive! New life from
old life, damp hide shimmering, flickering with as flames play across him
and then he takes his first, uncertain step. But he knows where he is
going, even if body is yet young, and unready. Shaky step forward and he
creels again, louder.
On the sands, A hand squeezes tightly. Kyleigh's gaze shifts to the sands
and she steps on one foot. Hot! Eyes go wide. "Ohhhhh.." She says. "How
…bluetiful…." Did she twist her words? Or is it the sheer moment that
captivates her?
On the sands, Connor's expression flickers through a series of
expressions. Two, really. Wonder and … well … discomfort. Warily,
he watches the hatchling. They might trample. Ow. They could rip things
apart. Ow, too. He could stand still. Bigger ow. Connor comes to a
compromise. He'll watch and shuffle, simultaneously.
Annie leans towards Jarldom. "What do you think?"
On the sands, A background screaming begins, ripped from the throat of a
somewhat hysterical girl in perspiration-soaked white. Her neighbor
flinches in annoyance and, prompted more by alarm than intelligence, slaps
her firmly across the face. Good call. Silence.
Fletcher idly looks around for a Healer… just in case things turn
ugly. :)
Cyrene shakes her head. Not beautiful. Ugly! Why don't they see? But they
do grow up pretty, so she closes her mouth on her statement as such.
Heather smiles at blythe,"some do, and some even get hurt, but mostly the
hatching goes smoothly."and she grins
Rorie walks in.
On the sands, Rose Tea Egg seems to remember its task, and swishes across
the sand again, this time actually rolling out of its little sinkhole with
the vivacious movement, cream matte softly glowing in the filtered light.
Kitana heads down the stairs.
On the sands, Tiareth nudges Nuff another time to make sure she /hears/. A
creel. It makes noise. /Hers/ makes noise. The queen's great bulk looms
behind her blue, following the distance of her forequarters without
leaving the majority of the clutch.
On the sands, Nuff kindly hops down then, enventually, and then wonders
what eles she can hop up on off the sands… Of course Nuff gets to wear
boots. Big purple-lined boots. Big very very /well/ lined boots whose
insulation protects her /oh/ so well. Happy Nuff. She leans towards a
candidate near her and beams; "Feet hurt?" Ha!
Moira pulls out her octave mandolin and begins to doodle. Very soon, she
falls into a strum that echoes the dragon's thrumming, then adds a melody
over top of the strumming.
On the sands, Katryna begins to move her feet farther apart, defensive and
wild-eyed, wring her hands and patting her arms down.
Rorie smiles.
On the sands, Kara winces from either the egg hitting or from the burning
sand on her feet. She steals a peak at the galleries and then back to the
blue dragonet. Her eyes are wide as perspiration starts under her long
hair.
Heather waves to Rorie
Gabrielle waves to Rorie.
A drudge arrives to cart Saffron off to bed.
Serauber notices Rorie, "Hello there Rorie!"
Jarldom says, "I'm impressed i guess…"
On the sands, Rebecka shudders as a fit of nervousness and joy takes over
her, then she watches, hazel eyes wider then most people have ever seen
them.. wider than she's ever seen them. Feet go up feet go down. Up down,
are they on a merri-go-round. Naw. Just doing the hatching sands dance.
OnyxP
On the sands, Fia hmphs. Her feet don't hurt. Nope. Well, if they did,
she'd /never/ admit to it.
On the sands, Kershaw continues shifting from foot to foot partially from
the hot sands and partially form nervousness…
Serauber falls asleep.
so far?
Snardo falls asleep.
off to think about verbs.
Annie nods, slightly awed. "It really is breathtaking."
Fletcher looks to Moira beside him and wonders, "How can you PLAY at a
time like this?"
On the sands, R'han is in boots too, so hah. A certain degree of sadism is
inevitable for one in his, er, shoes, and he beams over Nuff's head at the
unfortunate Candidate with a matching gaped grin of his own. "Hi. Nervous
yet?"
On the sands, The green dragonet rolls over spreading her wings out for
balance. Lumbering like a troll across the sands, she flounces into a
tangled group of Candidates and tackles one rather nondescript boy with a
gleeful warble. The bpu yelps in surprise from beneath the green's
embrace, then cries out her name with a voice that cracks with emotion.
Gabrielle grins, "A lot of jumping candies mostly."
Jarldom says, "breathtaking indeed"
On the sands, A Miner lad, limbs reduced to water by the sight of
new-hatched dragonets, sinks to the Sands. And sinks. And /sinks/. Until
he is naught but a globbet of white cloth topped by a tuft of wild ebon
hair. Hear no evil, see no evil —
On the sands, M'hael works his way, well behind the semi-circle of
WhiteOnes, to Nuff and R'han; or the vicinity thereof. "Should I bow?" he
prompts and, dipping, hides a rueful smirk.
On the sands, Cecily nods off to sleep.
On the sands, Blackberry Bramble Egg shimmies, shakes, and weebles as it
strives to set itself apart. Must escape, must free….it shudders,
visible to the highest dragon on the ledges,suddely going extremely calm.
Moira grins at Fletcher. "Gives my hands something to do, allows me to
express the excitement. Some people just jiggle their feet…."
Rarah falls asleep.
will be quite a handful."
On the sands, Connor's feet don't hurt. Connor hurts. His feet are
fine. Or so they tell him. Shuffle-shuffle. See? They work. Mostly.
Fletcher hee hees to the Miner and points him out for Heather's benefit,
"I thought you guys were made of rock!"
Minuet grins
On the sands, Tiareth lowers her muzzle towards Nuff, and in so doing, her
climbable neck. However. Never do her eyes leave the clutch, nor the
white-robed offerings.
On the sands, Another crack across the sands; a blue spills out, egg-fluid
dripping in slimy residue across the awkward spread of his wings. An ugly
hatchling, newborn that he is, but his quick progress across the sands
brings fascinated eyes around to bear. The magic of a dragon.
Heather looks at the miner lad and frowns,"oh shards, I was hoping for him
On the sands, Lank limbs gingerly step forward as long, long tail flickers
across the sands behind, dragged across sands by Ash-shrouded Phoenix Blue
Dragonet. Eyes shimmer and sparkle, aflame as they search amongst
gathered crowds..seeking for the One. Those ethereal lames dance across
moist hide, not douse by moistness.
On the sands, Ophelia wiggles her hand at M'hael — psst. Over here. Eyes
bright, she beams to Kazumi and nods repeated agreement. Oh it /will/. No
Nuff!
On the sands, Darcy's eyes glint wickedly as she overhears Kazumi's
comment. "Glad I'm not insane enough to offer it," she mutters to herself.
On the sands, Raspberry Zinger Egg settles its berry-shell deeper into the
black sands, hiding from all the attention; burrowing, squirming,
wriggling in raspberry profusion, it neither tumbles nor jumps, just
/shivers/. Here and there fucshia chunks tumble from the egg and wihout a
sound it suddenly gives up and dissolves about the fawn-curled form of
dragon.
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet
On the sands, Her glistening, faceted eyes reflect as do woodland pools,
deep and encompassing — silent, but with the patience of the eternal
forest rather than with shyness or hesitation. Even so young, this
compact, long-limbed dragonet carries her head proudly, a golden streak
running between her tapered headknobs as a ray of sunlight might shine
through the otherwise shadowy pinewood glade. A spill of new-leaf color
cascades down her gracefully arched neck and across her slim shoulders
like a mane; a faint hint of hazel shimmers across the broad, attenuated
wings that fold near invisibly against her sides, and frond-like
patternings curl softly about her lithe tail, seemingly attuned to some
ephemeral, hereditary breeze.
Jirbrand conceals a smirk. Barely. He steeretches, then refolds himself.
To watch.
Faile ,after staring at the dragons in a longing way for a while seems to
wake you(up) and looks again at everyone around and then at the
Weyrleader. then goes bak to looking at the sands and the dragons
On the sands, Aralie looks down at her feet, which are stepping up and
down from excitement more than the heat. That will come, no worries. There
is plenty of time for her tender little tootsies to roast.
On the sands, R'han scuffs sand over M'hael's feet, blinking solemn
gravity. "Bow? Whyfor? Sure. Why not?" Another scuff. — "Jhan, you've got
to let those other eggs hatch. Get /off/ of them, hey?"
On the sands, Kershaw starts to shuffle a bit b/more..heat getting to his
feet and naerves nearing breaking point….who hall be the lucky ones?…
On the sands, Standing on one foot like some exotic bird, Kidwyn clutches
at the crooked seams of her hurriedly-sewn white gown. Woah! Slight waver,
but she catches herself before putting the foot down. Her attention seems
more on staring at people than dragonets.
On the sands, Nuff giggles happily, all but gurgling to her clutch-mate.
"M'hael! Lookie. /Blue/." Nuff's as proud as if she'd laid that egg
herself. Or prouder. For the moment the rotund little rider pesters her
friend. "And isn't he just /kewt/??"
On the sands, Celana rocks back on thick soled boots. Ayup, not being a
WLM this time, Nuff or no. She just simply smiles, leaning back on her
heels.
On the sands, Aralie /stares/ at the newly hatched green. Simply stares,
eyes prominent in her little face, jaw dropping.
On the sands, Katryna starts to almost prance on her widely spaced feet,
eyes watching dragonets, dragons, and exits.
On the sands, Rebecka taps her lips as she see the green one hatch. An
ohhhh followed by an ahhhh escapes her lips. She blinks.. you know. Gotta
keep them eyes moist so they don't shrivel up inside their sockets. Gulp.
Chomp. Dance.
On the sands, "Ara? do you /see/ him? He's /wonderful!" Hop. Hop-Hop.
Kyleigh squooshes closer to her friend.But then the feet get hotter still.
She bends down to brush some sand off her foot. It wouldn't be so bad if
the heat would just stay on the bottome but it has to fall all over the
tops too. Kyleigh's toeies are roasting!
On the sands, /Green/. Now there's a color. Ophelia won't claim bias —
but high on the ledges Niraneth /will/, sounding a clarion bugle. /GrEeN/.
Innit she purdy? Innit she great? Innit she?
Jarldom says, "this was more than what i expected"
Fletcher looks over the railing to the chatty Nuff and shakes his head.
"I'm still amazed the Weyr is in one piece of a couple Turns with Nuff
here…"
Annie nods. "I know…"
Saria glances over, hearing Fletcher's comment, but says nothing.
Marc chuckles.
On the sands, Jhanath could live without, but he extends his nose to the
newest of his daughters with a distinct smirk. Hello. I'm your father. And
if you ever even /think/ of dating —
Jarldom says, "I'm glad that we were here to see this together"
Cyrene quirks a brow, thinking Nuff isn't /that/ chatty…well,
comparatively. And anone who likes cookies is fine by her.
Jirbrand strokes his jaw, wondering who will Imporess these two
hatchlings. His gaze flits carefully over the Candidates, then fasten on
the green.
Larkin giggles, as Iriliath /tells/.
Marc laughes.
Annie nods and smiles. "Me too…"
On the ledge, Daelia swings easily from Calith's shoulder, landing on the
ground with a soft thump.
On the sands, Ash-shrouded Phoenix Blue Dragonet rises up onto hind legs,
higher, testing his fragile, fiery blue wings and offers a bugle, calling,
greeting, seeking that glowing lifeforce. But legs are not yet strong
enough and he topples forward, down into the sands.
Moira grins and raises her eyebrows, but continues to doodle on the
mando. Now she adds little runs to express the candidates' thrill and
nervousness at seeing the eggs hatch.
On the sands, Blackberry Bramble Egg jumps, berry shell dark and forboding
as it shuffles to one side, its erratic movements kicking up sand, a young
candidate yelping nearby as he moves back from the dark menace, the
motions now never ceasing.
On the sands, Kara eyes find the green and she stares as well. "Oh!" She
shifts her feet but only slowly. Long walks on the white sands of beaches
protecting her for now. She giggles nervously as her hands are crushed by
Aralie's and Cecily's she inturn grasps them harder as well. Nervous? She
continues to bite her lip.
On the sands, Kershaw shuffles, stops, shuffles, stops..darn running outta
feet!
Minuet is perfectly silent as she watches the spectecal, thinking that
some day that might be her…
Jarldom slowly and smoothly puts his arm around Annie
Lark unidles…err, breaks off from remembering her own Impression,
glancing across the sands to the ledges where the dragons are…/her/
dragon. She glances down on the sands, oooh, there are hatchings now.
Gee Lark, get with it.
A drudge arrives to cart Serauber off to bed.
On the sands, M'hael's eyes droop to meet his sand-covered boots. "Those
are new, too," informs to R'han before swiftly kicking him back
in the
leg. "That's for kicking me at the hatching. oh, yes, definitely cute,
Nuff. Are you proud?" Apparently Ophelia's 'psst' went unnoticed amongst
the shrill cries of newly Impressed, damned to the Weyr the rest of their
life.
Saria sighs and lets out a compulsive "Awww.." of pity as the little blue
topples.
On the sands, Katryna takes a step back as the blue topples, hand to her
mouth as he does.
A drudge arrives to cart Snardo off to bed.
Catching Fletcher's comment himself, F'rin darts a frown at him, his
eyebrows lowering over his eyes. Finally, he shakes his head, and returns
his attention to the activity below.
On the sands, Yeah, the green one's pretty.. For a dragon. Fia peeks
around, making sure she didn't say that out /loud/. Nope. Smile. She
stands up straighter, not cowering like the girl a few feet away. Wimp.
Hehe.
On the sands, Aralie winces as the blue falls down to the stands. She did
that the other day. It /hurts/. Her mouth forms a little O of compassion,
but she stands firm. Save her wobbling knees.
On the sands, Connor sighs. Let's try this again. Stand still. Hm.
That's better, for now. Great idea, what's he going to do when he gets
hot again? One thing at a time, that works best.
Keven worriedly holds on to the mark he've bet.
Kira wanders back into the room, after having considered verbs for a time.
Jarldom says, "I really like being with you Annie"
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet lies there wetly on the
sands for a moment with her wings hovering forward like an enveiling
canopy of spring green leaves. As the ever blowing winds from the strong
currents in the hatching ground flows over her, it dries the egg goo off
her hide as if it were short-lived, early morning dew. Then she folds her
sails back, and raises her head towards her sire. She humphs, tail
flickering at the bronze.
A drudge arrives to cart Rarah off to bed.
On the sands, Rebecka doesn't notice it but now she's slapping her lips in
awe and amazement. A green a blue, I want some shoes. Yeah. Hot feet. Hot
potatoe? Nooo. Hot /feet/. Her feet dance, and she doesn't even notife
that. One wonders how she manages to live without knowing a thing that her
bodys doing.
Annie smiles, slightly surprised. "Really? Thank you!"
Cyrene chokes on a half-gasp=half-giggle at the leetle blue's tumble.
"Poor ting, he's clumsier that I am!" She's quite impressed. 'Course, she
didn't just hatch, so has no excuse for being clumsy.
Larkin varies her theme. "Awww!"
On the sands, Katryna steps back into place with the other candidates,
eyes flickering about.
Liesa walks in.
With an intense look of concentration, Kira's eyes unfocus as she wanders
off to think about verbs.
On the sands, Kidwyn manages to hop on her one foot closer to the knot of
Candidates, kicking up sand as she goes. Sweaty palms tug at her white
robe, shifting it this way and that. Somehow, the neck of this thing doesn
Fletcher chuckles at Keven's fingers. "Don't worry. I think the gold
hatches last most times… At least, that's how I've seen it most of the
times I've been at dragon hatchings. Relax, eh?"
Minuet waves hello to Liesa, gestureing to the sands as if the woman
couldn't see for herself
On the sands, doesn't seem to be in the right place.
Onyx passes a cookie to Annie. She looks around.. nope no one saw her.
On the sands, Nuff nodnodnods in rapid succession and snugs M'hael. "Yuh.
Even if Jhanath wouldn't lemmie touch. Still mine eggs. Nuffies. Nuffie's
and Tiareths. ALl ours." Jhanath's contribution is negligable.
On the sands, Tiareth rustles about, wings half-fanning, for the moment
indecisive. Except in that she's glaring at candidates, and thought
reaches out to urge the new-hatched younglings to make /certain/ of their
choices.
Jirbrand chuckles softly, watching the green. So like someone he
knows..his gaze flicks gently over Kyleigh again; body becomes taunt, then
relaxes.
On the sands, Orange Mandarin Spice Egg twitches, the garish orange blend
shimmering over the hard lethery shell. It move a hair to the side, then
lies still for an instant before a shudder goes through the whole egg, the
chaotic mix of oranges almost painful to the eye.
Annie smiles. "Thanks."
Kira wanders back into the room, after having considered verbs for a time.
On the sands, Katryna fidgets, hopping from foot to foot.
On the sands, Not so insistant as nearby clutchmates, Mint-Mint-Mint Egg
yet sits in quiet reflection, that still pool of shell keeping up the
routine of the barest of ripples, in no hurry to do anything but linger.
F'rin glances at Larkin, on hearing her 'awww'; then hugs her gently.
"They'll be all right, love."
Liesa waves to Minuet in greeting. A sad look crosses her face and she
realizes her brother isn't one of those standing on the sands.
On the sands, A newly matched pair, — a once-Weaver and the Ugly Blue —
reels by M'hael, the one grinning a vacant insanity of delight over the
hungry creels of his clumsier mate.
On the sands, Kyleigh doesn't /see/ the blue, so engrossed in her feetsies
is she, all squatted down and and sweating. Then she has a thought and
looks behind her. "EEPS!" Up she stands, holding the back of her robe down
as far as she can. They didn't say these things seemed so short in the
back when you're squatting and the hot sand is beneath your…well…
Ahem. Kyleigh /finally/ peers back out at the sands….
On the sands, Kara shivers as the blue falls. She almost steps out of the
circle but the hands she holds prevents her. She stays still and lifts one
foot then another. She hopes he is all right. Her eyes shine as
impressions are made. Nervous and tense she waits.
On the sands, Ash-shrouded Phoenix Blue Dragonet creels, a high pitched
squawk that echos around the sands, even over the noise as he finds his
hawkish muzzle buried into the sands. But then he picks himself shakily
up again and heads off again, into the pack of candidates, head swining as
he searched, rustlings wings in excited anticipation. Where are they?
Where are they?
On the sands, Rose Tea Egg whispers across the sands again, a sibilant
call to attention. Then it comes to a halt, just shimmering with golden
pinks and even a hint of green and blue stuck in there, from the strange
iridescent reflections brought on by the sand.
Serauber walks in.
Keven chuckles at Fletcher "I am relaxed. Rebecka will get the gold, I'm
sure of it" He looks down on his mark and sighs as he mumbles "Good bye my
friend just in case"
Larak walks in.
On the sands, Kershaw let's try counting..one, four, six…no not
right……no nerves, am calm….sure…hop, shiffle…
On the sands, Blackberry Bramble Egg shimmies once more for effect, shell
straining to the limits, the shuddering sounding like thunder within the
echo of the Sands, bluish-black surface poking this way and that. Now way,
no how is this egg going to stop this time.
On the sands, Blackberry Bramble Egg spins, weebling, wobbling, but never
falling. Striations appear, creating a maze of minute cognac-dark cracks
along the wine-blushed egg. For a long moment nothing happens, and then,
out of the silence, the booming crack of the egg resounds through the
cavern; shell explodes, fragments scatter, and out shakes a rather dark
and damp young dragonet.
On the sands, Hickory-smoked Minotaur Brown Dragonet
On the sands, Sheer bulk defines this mahogany dragonet in husky, massive
lines, stretching the boundaries of darkest brown across hooked legs and
stubby tail: muscle-wrapped bone compacted into near-grotesque mass,
fantastic size. Blunt and square, the broad plane of his brow presses
into the blocky angle of his nose, hide merging 'round its slope to black
on chest and stomach; against that unlikely crown, some oddity has warped
the hatchling's headknobs, curving them out to scythe again in bovine's
shallow horns.
On the sands, Jhanath's own wings begin that nervous stirring, brushing
restless heat into a semblance of a hotter wind: tease moisture from human
skin into beaded droplets of salty gold. Be certain, be certain, oh be
very very sure.
On the sands, Aralie shifts now from foot sto foot, feet sweaty as toes
curl as if in vain attempt to escape the heat.
On the sands, Katryna tries to take a deep breath to calm
herself…nothign bad here…all good…RUN…no, don't run, stay. She
wrings her hands and tries to blow the hair out of her eyes.
Annie brushes her hair out of her eyes and leans foward just a little bit
more.
Moira looks around at all the couples as she doodles, and for a moment she
looks wistful and sad, before her face clears and her doodling becomes
more tender, though still filled with the thrumming of the dragons and the
light melody of the babble around her.
On the sands, Someone down the line shuffles and falls, possibly in a
faint, or just plain clumsiness. Fia rolls her eyes. Let's get on with it,
shall we? One might get the impression that she isn't having what she'd
consider fun. She'd rather be cooking.
On the sands, Enian strides confidently out onto the sands.
Jirbrand smirks slightly, his gaze pinned to the scene below. Sudden;ly,
he turns to glance through the galleries, wondering weho is there. Then he
turns back to the sands.
On the sands, Herding Weyrlings together, Ophelia lets M'hael shirk his
duty — for now. But as soon as they step off those Sands
? ** WHAM **
That'll teach him to consort with the likes of Nuffie.
Fletcher snickers softly at Keven, shaking his head before retrning his
attention to the Hatching. Who'll start a new life with a dragon or a new
life without? Hmmm..
On the sands, R'han ignores Nuff. After all — "Brown," he notes
pedantically. "Pretty keen. Have we had a bronze yet? Can't tell. Who
would've thought I'd be too short to check out the action?"
On the sands, Connor watches events unfold, watching impressions get
made. Now he's beginning to get hot. Connor definitely tenses as the
blue makes its way over to the candidates. This is a good way to avoid
the heat. Tension. Distraction. Well, it did help, for that little
while.
On the sands, M'hael snugs back, void of emotion though as the pair moves
by him. "Damn," he mutters. "Loud little guy, isn't he Nuff?"
On the sands, Tiareth takes a moment to nudge her orangey egg, even as the
minotaur dragonet hatches. Possessively. A thrum urges this one on, heat
creating balefire of her gaze.
F'rin oohs, as the brown hatchling emerges. He nudges both Saria and
Larkin, pointing it out to them. "He'll make a fine dragon, once he's
grown."
Lark looks over onto the sands, "Brown!" she exclaims. Now there's a nice
little hatchling. She keeps her eyes trained on that one.
On the sands, Kidwyn's foot manages to get to that 'well done' stage just
slightly past pink, and she hops to the other, tugging at her gown.
Glancing down, she notes that one sleeve seems to be longer than the
other. Could have sworn she followed the patter..
On the ledge, Xyalanth bugles triumphantly! A brown, a very wonderful
color.
Saria nods to F'rin, examining the brown, and adds smiling, "They /all/
will."
On the sands, Deep in the sands, the honey-chamomile egg rests in its
slumber. Softly twitching, hardly moving it waits… nay, it /lurks/. To
disturb it is to perhaps not a very good idea… perhaps.
Keven suddenly thinks of something, he turns to Fletcher "Have you ever
been a candidate?"
On the sands, Rebecka raises two brows to see the brown come outta that
egg. She coulda sworn it was gonna be a bronze. Nodnod. She watches some
more. Gulp. She wriggles her toes in the sand then stops. Whoa, waitta
min. Diggin your toes into the sand makes them hot not cooler.
Cyrene leans over the railing precariously. "I like da brown ones…" She
announces for the benefit of all and none.
On the sands, There. Even if they don't see him, he spots them, standing
out slightly. A delighted creel and he dashes foward, closer and closer,
bounding with firey enerdy across black sands. Ash-shrouded Phoenix Blue
Dragonet has spotted the one.
F'rin smiles as well. "Aye… That they will."
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet collects herself,
waiting upon the hot sand till several of the other eggs beside her hatch,
revealing two rather tall standing browns. /Then/ she makes her entrance,
getting up with careful grace. She minces forward upon her silvered
talons, walking right past the still clumsy browns like a forest denizen
emerging from between the trees.
On the sands, Enian stumbles out on to the sands, robe flapping in the
breeze. A quick bow to the gold and bronze and he makes his way to the
other candidates, breathing deeply
Fletcher smiles over to Saria in agreement as he just catches her words.
"Hmmm? No, never, Keven. I suppose the dragons just weren't interested
in me. Most people on Pern live their lives without being Searched…"
On the sands, R'han reaches around Nuff to poke M'hael with unkind force.
Hey, you. Go do something Weyrlingmaster-ish. "Want the gold to hatch," he
announces to Jhanath, whose eyes swing about to examine that slowly
rousing egg. "Told you you shouldn't sit on them. Probably damaged it."
On the sands, A roar, unlike anything ever heard comes from Hickory-smoked
Minotaur Brown Dragonet, shells flying from his massive form as he is
dumped rather ungracefully onto the sands. Wings fan out, as power
hindlegs move to right himself.
On the sands, Katryna watches the green walk out towardsa the candidates,
trying to calm herself.
Cyrene giggles. "At least that green understands the importance of a
dramatic entrance."
Faile glacesa around in anticipation
Onyx giggles.
On the sands, Aralie giggles as the brown emerges, dimples on her cheeks
as her eyes dance. So many beautiful hatchlings! She isn't sure which to
keep her eyes on, head craned this way and that as she twists and turns to
view them all, small trenches of sand forming under her feet from stepping
and turning.
Jirbrand leans forward, intent to watch the blue's choice(if he should
have such a thing.)
On the sands, Is that /another/ egg hatching? It's all going so fast for
the girl. Hop-Hop. Hop-Hop. Pull that robe down. So many dragons, so many
creels.and the girl confidently looks over them all, but in her heart of
hearts, is she really as confident as she looks? A hand wisps across her
forehead as yet another beautiful green shifts sand onto her feet, and the
heat rises. She's so hot.
On the sands, Fia takes a step back at the roar. ROWR. Even she is fazed
by it. Okay, maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe this was an /unsafe/ idea..
Rohanna chuckles softly at the antics on the sands, the canide shuffle and
the newly hatched dragons.
Kjeld walks in.
On the sands, Kershaw winces as he sees the dragonette fall….so'kay they
do that..so they say…darned feet hurt! Look around don't worry evertyng
will be fine…
Liesa watches entraces as the hatching dragonettes move around the waiting
candidates. She wonders who will be choosen and who will not.
Rorie smiles and waves to Kjeld.
On the sands, Nuff escapes the children and heads for Tiareth, stamping
her foot impatiently. "Down Lumpie. Come /down/." She stands and waits..
and waits.. and /waits/. When finally in range, the little rider leaps up
and struggles onto Dragon, settling side-saddle on the lump to watch from
saftely.
On the sands, Kara shudders, shivers, and shuffles her feet curling toes
into the sand then back out. She watches with eyes wide in admiration.
They are all so pretty. She parts her lips and giggles nervously. She
hears Aralia and squeezes her hand.
On the sands, Woah! Kidwyn hops to one side, kicking sand over someone's
ankles, as she regains her balance. The current foot is going through
'rare' into 'medium rare' and the gown — Oh! That's the problem! She
blushes, hoping no one notices. Backwards..
On the sands, Good R'han. Ophelia beams to the bronzerider just as a
newly-Imperssed brown tramps on her foot as his Harper mate reassures him
past. The Weyrlingmaster winces. Herding. T'ain't easy.
Fletcher wonders of Keven, "Have you ever thought of yourself as a
dragonrider, Keven?"
Shaolyn waves to Jirbrand from her seat in the back..not knowing if he'll
see her…
On the sands, Unsafe? Tiareth gapes her maw, breath steaming. Draconic
memory glosses over her own clumsiness as she flares pinions wide to
shadow the gathering, balancing as well her rider's mount.
On the sands, Aralie squeezes Kara's hand back, stepping back slighly at
the roar.
Cyrene complains bitterly. "Why don't they /choose/!" Hmm. Hatching=big
'lizzies wandering in sandbox?
Keven smiles in supprise "Me? No never… but I guess it would be quite
wonderfull"
Faile says, "the bluse look beautiful"
On the sands, Connor grins impishly at the roar. That was kind of neat.
An idea dawns upon Connor. Let's try this… One foot gets placed atop
the other, balancing himself in a semi-wobbly fashion. Just be sure to
watch for rampaging hatchlings. They might hurt…
Faile blues
Marc chuckles. "Been down there onece. DOnt plan to do it again.
Jirbrand nods absently to Shaolyn, his mind more on the Candies-well, one
*particular* candie-than the crowds about him. He chews his lip hard
enough to set prints in them forever.
Fletcher raises an intrigued eyebrow. "How interesting… I thought most
people envisioned that they might one day become a dragonrider. Really,
Marc? Wow, that must have been Turns ago," he says with a teasing grin.
On the sands, Rebecka stops clenching her hands. That does no good,
instead she tugs on her hair and watches. Always gotta watch, and if your
feet hurt… ignore 'em. She watches. She stares. She looks. She does no
more.
Marc says, "At Fort."
On the sands, Fia would mention to Connor that he's either going to fall
over, or just burn the other foot worse. But she's too busy dodging a
rampaging hatchling.
On the sands, A young harper girl points with a quavery finger as a
snow-dappled blue comes towards her, tugging with her other hand at her
friend standing next to her…… and this second girl is whom the blue
chooses, to the utter shock and betrayed dismay of the first.
On the sands, Katryna could be doing exercises she's shifting her feet so
much. Sheesh it's hot! She watches the dragonets emerge with slight more
calm now, starting to geta handle on herself.
Keven looks over at Fletcher "Do you?"
Jarldom looking at Annie, "this is starting to get boring
Fletcher nods slowly. "Yeah, lots of people at Ista have stood. Evan,
for one… definitely a traumatic experience, to say the least."
On the sands, Sleepytime Egg's inhabitant defines his duty with a voilent
kick to his jail-cell-egg, the swift motion sending the egg a-bound across
the sands. Bumper Eggs!
On the sands, Hickory-smoked Minotaur Brown Dragonet moves, forearms
aiding in righting himself. Flung out, into here? He unleashes a powerful
bugle! Unfair! Whirlling crimson eyes look about in sheer anger, hindlegs
moving him every so slowly. Stomp. Stomp. A thought hits, he wants food,
but what are these white things in his way? No matter. He made if from the
egg, and he'll find what he's seeing as well.
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet rears her head at the
roar, faceted eyes flashing as she turns to look back at her awkward
sibling. She on the other hand evinces no signs of clumsiness, though she
does take her time, moving delicately past the shards of broken shell
towards the clustering Candidates.
On the sands, R'han watches Nuff rise in stature and screws up his face in
thought, measuring Jhanath's tractability — which is limited, at this
point. Perhaps not. He shifts uncomfortably in the heat, sweeping his
forehead with the back of his hand; could be worse, after all. He could be
Nuff, for instance.
Annie says, "Oh, you have to stay! This doesn't happen all that often."
Fletcher chuckles to Keven. "I once did, when I was at Lemos and just a
child… But then I got into dancing and becoming a rider somehow didn't
seem so.. possible? My father would have had a fit anyways. Proabably
wouldn't have let me be Searched.
On the sands, Kershaw looks with envy at Katryna's apparent calk…that's
it…nice and clalm..sure easy just take a breath….that's it breathe!!!
Whewww better….
On the sands, Katryna shrinks back at the roar from the green, closing her
eyes at the sound of it.
On the sands, Tiareth leans a long look out and over, posing Nuff at the
base of her head: a Terran crane, perhaps, poised over a construction site.
On the sands, Enian manages to straighten his robe somewhat so that he's
not showing the spectator's more than they really want to see. His sweeps
his gaze across the sands… abruptly pausing in his attempt at tidying
himself, he smiles at the hatchlings, reaching unconciously out for a hand.
Keven looks supprised "There is a way to stop someone from being searched?"
Jarldom says, "I'm staying…for you"
On the sands, Rebecka decides that, quite frankley, now is not a time she
can go hide behind Wabbit or anyone else and stands. SHe's brave, she's
courageous. She blinks, and starts the thumb chewing game again. Feet
still dance but more slowly. She's gotten used to the heat even if
everyone else hasn't. Or has she really?
Annie smiles, really quite happy. "Thank you, Jarldom. It really means
alot to me."
On the sands, Ash-shrouded Phoenix Blue Dragonet bundles through
whiterobes energeticaly, scattering them aside as he creels. Look at me,
look at me. But no, then one is not, doesn't even turn as he comes to
halt a Kyleigh's feet and creels up at her.
Fletcher chuckles to Keven. "Of course. If your Lord or Craftmaster
won't allow you to be Searched, you can't. Well, I suppose the Weyr could
steal you away in the night, but Weyrs don't do that sort of thing. Ever
notice all the Harpers have to go get Master Shinnai's approval when the
Searchriders come for them?"
Jarldom winks, "Your welcome"
On the sands, Fia yanks on her robe a little, the material starting to
stick annoyingly to her. She almost yearns to lean against the wall near
her, knowing that it has to be cooler than the air in her lungs. After
all, it's heated from underneath.. Hmm.
Saria falls into a gentle slumber, her last thought to Quarith.
She giggles, eyes dancing, as she grins at Kyleigh.
On the sands, Connor glances down long enough to realize that the foot is,
indeed, being pressed further into the sand. He ponders for several rapid
heartbeats. Does he say ow? Ignore it? Ignoring it sounds good, he
believes, returning to have both feet upon the sands and giving into the
shuffling. Pay attention, don't get trampled, and be /sure/ you pretend
you know what you're doing.
Jirbrand smiles, but then he sighs. Kyleigh. *His* Kyleigh.
On the sands, Kidwyn's foot passes into 'medium well,' and she shifts
again, arms flailing as she balances carefully. One hand goes to the neck
of her gown, tugging it to a more comfortable position. Her dark gaze
sweeps the sands and the Candidates..Wonder if they're hot.
On the sands, Katryna blinks, looking at Kyleigh and the blue at her feet.
She claps her hands and grins, her fright forgotten for a moment.
On the sands, Cecily bounces slightly, although wherther from the heat or
pure energy is uncertian. She sueezes Kara's hand a bit, entraced by all
these dragons even as if it were the first time.
On the sands, Nuff is the boil on the back of her neck… the Lump's that
is. She /likes/ the world from up here, everyone is smaller than Nuffie…
and this is a rarity. Taller, aye, always. Just not often smaller.
Keven smiles and nods "I see."
On the sands, Which would make Jhanath the jackhammer. To Tiareth's
crane, that is: he jiggles uneasily near R'han, sending ripples of
displacement through eggs and sand.
Gwinion walks in.
On the sands, Ash-shrouded Phoenix Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted
eyes toward Kyleigh, and steps forward.
On the sands, Kara watches with soft eyes. She bites her lip again
nervously. She looks to the dragonets on the sands. Blinking she looks at
Kyleigh and the blue. Her smile is wide and for her friend. Eyes dance
with happiness and nervousness.
On the sands, Sleepytime Egg sleeps on for a moment before
streeeeeeeeetching itself out. First in one direction, then the other,
then the first again; it /breathes/ it yawns, it rolls over and burrows
deeper into the sand — just a few more minutes mom! No can do, Tiareth
gives it a none-too-gentle nudge and awakes the Sleeper within.
On the sands, Flame-touched Pegasus Bronze Dragonet
On the sands, Angular eyes wheel with an ever-changing myriad of opal
colors, gentility underlaid by the heat of crimson flame: this
earthen-bronze dragonet reveals early a proclivity towards investigation,
his slender, suede-soft muzzle well-supported by neck's gracious arch.
Copper and pyrite vein the lighter undersides of throat and belly in
distinctive firelit tracery; large of frame, strong of chest, even his
wide pinions droop gracefully — but, in so doing, divulge dam's notorious
taint in the purplish tinge to those delicate, feather-soft wingspans.
On the sands, Rebecka blinks then slowly grins at her friend. Go Kyleigh.
But no she does not say that. Pity she didn't. It'd be interesting had
shee. So she watches the rest of 'em dragonets. Is hers here… yet? No?
Karistor falls asleep.
like mist across the sand. Her noiseless approach startles one
inattentive boy watching the brown when he feels the hot splash of sand
across the back of his knees from her passing.
Cyrene whoops loudly as the first Impression is made. (finally)
Larkin sighs. And again, "Awww. Oooh. Oh!"
F'rin sits forward, looking over the edge of the railing as the blue
dragonet approaches a candidate. He smiles, nodding in approval. "Good
choice… good choice." He turns toward Larkin, nudging her to get her
attention and pointing.
On the sands, Cecily nods off to sleep.
undignfied….show's too much to spectators…oops
On the sands, Aralie oohs quietly, beaming happily at Kyeligh as
sheadmires the little blue. "Beautiful," she whispers softly.
On the sands, Hickory-smoked Minotaur Brown Dragonet doesn't move with
grace, but he does move. Stomping Anger personfied, he moves, alright,
glancing at these white things with uncertainty for only the briefest of
seconds. So that's what they're here for. Alrright! Another ear shattering
roar is issued as he moves amoung the white covered things, head tilted up
to see just which one belongs to him.
On the sands, Fia surpresses her squeel of delight at Kyleigh's
Impression. She knew Kyleigh would Impress, and actually smiles more than
she has in sevendays.
On the sands, Enian smiles his congratulation to Kyleigh, "A fine blue!"
He calls out before his attention is ripped back towards the hatchling.
Jirbrand steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.
Fletcher nods over to Gabrielle, "Well, I'm afraid that puts you out of
the runnimg Gabi."
On the sands, Cecily wakes up.
gesture is quite, quite blatant. Talons rake the shell, but lightly.
Nearly
/playfully/.
On the sands, Rose Tea Egg is caught by a miniature seismic wave sent
throughout the sands, and bumps in accordance. This sets the rocking
going again, and once more silk and cream shushshush against eachother.
On the sands, Katryna looks at the bronze, then shrinks again from the
browns roar. She's gonna be too small soon.
Gabrielle grins at Fletcher, "Oh who cares she did it!" she squeels.
On the sands, Kershaw smiles at Kyleigh's good fortune…so good..so right!
Fletcher chuckles and nods. "Indeed…" he says with a smile.
On the sands, With an aura of confidence, Flame-touched Pegasus Bronze
Dragonet rights himself about the shards of his former confinery, shaking
about his dampened wings before promptly tumbling back down to the ground.
On the sands, Kidwyn waves her arms.. Not trying to attract attention,
just keeping her balance. She hops to one side.. and keeps going. Hop,
hop, hop! Then, with a thump, she tumbles over onto her rear. Ouch. Her
cheeks flame - how embarrassing! Did anyone see?
On the sands, Name. Name? We need a name! Ophelia watches Kyleigh, eyes
bright with remembered joy as she stands among likewise distracted
Weyrlings. To Kazumi: "A fine match, no?"
On the sands, Darcy watches the new impressee, waiting for a name. Yes, a
name would be a good thing.
Cyrene yells, "Whassis name?" though it's doubtful she'd be heard on the
sands. She's not quite /that/ loud…
Keven smiles and look down at his beloved mark "You're one step closer to
staying with me"
On the sands, Fia wrinkles her nose at the ROWR coming out of the little
brown. Enough already, we get the idea. You're here, you're full of
teenage angst a little early, and you're hungry. Well, so am I and I'M not
rowring. Silly dragon.
On the sands, Kazumi smiles, nodding in agreement. "Hai, Ophelia. A
lovely couple." she chuckles. "I look forward to this coming season."
On the sands, Tiareth shakes her own wings, while she's at it.
Flutterflutter: a giant fan for this heated cavern.
On the sands, Connor watches once more, glancing nervously toward the
roaring brown. He thinks being quick would do best, so he flashes a smile
( grimace? ) toward Kyleigh, then returns to taking careful observation of
the wandering dragons.
On the sands, Kyleigh suddenly opens her eyes, hands barely touching the
beatuiful fragile one, and eyes go completely wide in their sparkkling
laughter. "Cianith! His name is Cianith!" She laughs! and down on her
knees she goes.
On the sands, T'lis steps quietly off the sands.
Faile says, "f"
T'lis steps quietly up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.
Faile lookis in awe
Marc smiles.
Faile tward@quit
On the sands, Jhanath puzzles over Mint-Mint-Mint, sitting back on his
haunches to bat at the twitching shell. Like — ping pong, perhaps.
This-a-way and that-a-way and…
Annie sighs happily. "The blue impressed."
T'lis comes bounding up the stiars three at a time, cursing. "What did I
miss?"
Kira smiles and applauds for the new pair, Kyleigh and Cianith.
On the sands, Aralie beams so happily at Kyleigh, hugging her arms. She
wishes to hug her friend, but is just as content watching her happiness.
Rohanna smiles noticing T'lis arrive, she waves making room near her.
On the sands, Kara looks to Aralie and then back to the others. All around
impressions happen. Feet move barely above the sand. She searches the
ledges and galleries for her friends. She smiles and drags her attention
back to the sands.
Larkin smiles beatifically.
Moira grins, and realizes at some point she stopped doodling without
realizing it.
Fletcher raises an eyebrow and nods. "Hey, that sounds like a good name.
Accurate for a blue, I think," he says and waves a congratulations down to
the new Weyrling.
Jarldom says, "with who?"
Minuet leans forward, eyes on her friend Kara, hands clasped into fists in
her lap and a look of intense concentration on her face as if she could
will it to be
On the sands, Nuff kicks at Tiareth's neck in her glee. "Bebbies!! Lots
and lots and /lots/ of bebbies." And just look at'm all impress. Kyleigh
and the blue, and there goes the miner lad and a green, and a brown. Lots
of brown. Nuff looks and looks and /looks/ for purple but can't find a
thing.
On the ledge, Quarith looks around then heads home for a nap.
On the sands, Katryna hops from foot to foot, still trying to breathe,
trying to not shrink too much more.
A drudge arrives to cart Saria off to bed.
On the sands, Hickory-smoked Minotaur Brown Dragonet moves about some of
the whiteclad things, head thrashing this way and that. Stopping at a
Harper lad, he bugles his outrage. No! Not the one! He then stomps over to
the once hysterical, not crying girl. Far from what he wants. He whips his
head around. Maybe…over there! With that, he's off, head down, charaging
another sections of whiterobethings.
Annie cranes her neck. "Her…um…I think her name is Kyleigh."
On the sands, Darcy's eyes mist over, fondly regarding the new hatchling
and his weyrling, "Congratulations, Kyleigh, and Cianith is definately a
lovely dragon….." then her gaze shifts up to stare at russet Maenath,
watching the proceeding with rainbow eyes.
Jirbrand returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.
Jarldom says, "cool"
Faile falls asleep.
various others
On the sands, Kidwyn scrambles to her feet.. well, her foot. Back to the
medium rare one. Surreptitiously, she brushes at the sand clinging to her
backside, and hops back to the knot of Candidates. Phew, no one noticed.
Cyrene hehs. "That bully brown found someone, huh?" As he charges. "No
sissies for him!"
Fletcher falls asleep.
Gwinion sighs.
Mint-Mint-Mint-AndMoreMint Egg, in response to father's touch. A careful
roll to one side as would a gentle wave — and then it stops at the shore,
clinking against a Klah-Klah-Klah egg.
On the sands, Tiareth growls at the kicking, but fondly; she's used to it.
The crane maneuvers over to look over Cianith's chosen, tongue licking the
air. Interesting.
A drudge arrives to cart Karistor off to bed.
On the sands, R'han ticks off the eggs to go before he can get off the
Sands. "For good," he warns Jhanath in mid-thought, though the dragon pays
absolutely no attention. "I absolutely /refuse/ to go through /this/
again."
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet takes her time, nosing
about here and there through the clustered groups with a picky patience.
Nudge, a chubby girl with an overly freckled face is moved out of the
way. No, not her… Not quite the /ONE/.
On the sands, Aralie steps away carefully as the charging brown tramples
poor little white robed candidates left andright. She watches in
fascination at his power, wondering what it must be like. The idea of such
strength is unamaginable, for her slight adolescent frame.
Heather heads down the stairs.
On the sands, Cecily nods off to sleep.
hint of pleasure after the departing blue-matched pair, before placing a
firm paw atop the Mint-Mint-Mint Egg. Where do you think /you're/ going,
laddy?
On the sands, Cecily wakes up.
Kira grins at Gwinion.
On the sands, Kershaw continues hopping from foot to tfoot…interesting
dance huh…ow, hop, ow hop, owww…trying to keep an eye on the
dragonetes so they won't stopm p on him….
On the sands, Rebecka gulps a little more but still smiles. Yep. Good ol'
wabbit /did/ impress a beeeautiful blue guy. She watches the green one
before making a quick side step to let some dragonet pass. WOnder where
that one's going to so fast. She would think that.. wouldn't she?
On the sands, Fia drifts off into a world of her own.
squeeze. But the baby blue tumbles onto her again, squawking , eyes red as
fire with the hunger of one whose never eaten. /Food/ this one wants.
Kyleigh's brow furrows. "He's hungry." She grabs her own stomach. "/I'm/
hungry… shells. I'm so /hungry/."
Rorie grins at Gwinion.
Rohanna smiles,"My apprentice impressed.." she mutters to T'lis, proud of
her now once apprentice.
On the sands, Flame-touched Pegasus Bronze Dragonet squeak-rumbles his
displeasurable appearance, immediately righting once again and ultimately
succeeding; stepping away from the shards, inhaling sharply, he elicits a
violent reel, crimson-hued orbs accompanying his displeasure. Scuffle, he
goes, /away/ from the others and begins to sniff at some hopeful's feet.
No, not you. Not you, either…
Liesa watches, her eyes taking in all the eggs and the dragonettes.
Wonder glittering in their green/blue depths.
On the sands, Aralie beams at Kyleigh, and her eyes mist over, but she
allows no tears to spill.
T'lis chuckles softly to Rohanna. Good, good."
Gabrielle beams proudly at her friend… wishing she could hug her but
darn she cant… oh well laters Kyleighs fair game!
On the sands, Orange Mandarin Spice Egg ripples as one of its fellow eggs
bumbs lightly into it. As it keeps twitching, now if its own accord, it
rolls further away from Jhanath, not to be stilled in its movement.
On the sands, Katryna is sure her heart is going to burst it's beating so
hard. She hops almost as fast from foot to foot.
Keven smiles as he sees the bronze "Beutifull!"
Gwinion looks down to inspect one of the browns, (not too close…)
Liesa goes home.
On the sands, Enian swipes at the sweat-soaked clump of hair that refuses
to move from his face as he peers at the dragonets. His gaze sweeps from
one to the other in a dizzying frenzy as he watches each decide on a
direction.
On the sands, Mint-Mint-Mint Egg is neither laddy nor lass, as androgeny
lurks in that obscuring mist that gentles herb's sharp bite. Complacent,
color seeps from mulled-honey toes and lurks merrily in the shadows of
father and sand. Me go nowhere.
On the sands, Kara is pulled out of line by Aralie's movement and she
watches the brown as well. so loud. But so so pretty. Her eyes go wider
still at Kyleigh's proclamation. Shivering she picks up her feet. Her heel
gets caught in her uneven hem and she grabs Cecily and Aralie's hands to
keep from following.
On the sands, Tiarethsees all, knows allambles a wingtouch to guide
the spicy egg's path, channelling it. /This/ way. Yes. Her purpled wings
never, ever still.
Lark giggles suddenly, then glances around to see who saw that. Oh well,
the riders understand about it, their dragons talk to them too after all.
Her gaze shifts back down to the sands to watch the progress of that brown
that hatched earlier.
On the sands, Connor watches dragons, hatchlings, eggs. People, places,
things. Heat. That's thrown in somewhere within all those thoughts.
More shuffling of feet. Lots of heat… As hatching dragons go stumbling
through the ranks of candidates, Connor tenses again. He'll stand still.
Ready to jump, if need be.
On the sands, Cianith stumbles up onto his lifemate. Feed me. Feed me.
On the sands, Jhanath pauses to eye Orange Mandarin for an anxious moment,
talons curling in a delicate screech across Mint-Mint-Mint. Where is
/that/ one going? Tiareth, get it back. Mustn't leave the sands: and it's
getting far too close to White Robes. Shame on it.
On the sands, Aralie holds up Kara as best she can, stumbling a bit
herself from excited, shaky legs.
On the sands, Hickory-smoked Minotaur Brown Dragonet actually makes the
effort to stop, impatience nearly overrunning sensibility. The /one/ is
here. He knows it! He did not go about being born not to find the one he
seeks. He stops at another girl, the sits back on his haunches, keening
his rage. He sees something in the corner of those blood red eyes….maybe
him? He doesn't take the moment to think, but makes his way to another
whiterobed thing, the one watching oh so carefully.
On the sands, Cecily yelps slightly and rabs at kara, trying to keep her
upright.
Somberly, the Barber drinks from his wineskin, enjoying the cool liquid,
the nose-tingling bouquet. Draconic thrumming, babbling of the stands,
various exclamations of surprise or…joy…all combine to wrap him in a
warm blanket of chaos that renders him anonymous and at the same time
gives him a feeling of being the ruler of the world.
On the sands, Gesturing as she slips over the Sands, Ophelia motions to
Kyleigh and her new Cianith. "Come aside, come aside. Food is on the way."
On the sands, Fia blinks and looks around, blushing because she drifted
off.
to cool to 'medium rare' or thereabouts. It is hot, hot, HOT in here! She
wipes the back of her hand across her forehead, pushing her bangs out of
the way and mopping up the sweat.
On the sands, Kershaw falls asleep.
On the sands, Katryna shakes her head, eyes darting this away, over there,
back to there, trying to watch everything at once as she hops.
Gwinion wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
Jirbrand sits perfectly still, dazed(by the SPAM!) .
A drudge arrives to cart Fletcher off to bed.
On the sands, Aralie's eyes dart over to the brown, hands trying to steady
Kara almost mechanically. She stares, and smiles. her net of lashes droop
over her eyes, but she does not want to lose sight of the strong little
brown.
On the sands, Tiareth rumbles to Jhanath. Got it. One paw around
chamomile, one paw placed gently, so gently/possessively/upon the the
mandarin orange. Precarious, it'd be, if it weren't for her immense weight
poised this short of direct pressure.
Serauber falls asleep.
Serauber wakes up.
before a group of boys, their eyes wide and hopefull, but with a
discouraging toss of her head she moves on, her tail leaving wavering
patterns in her wake. No, no. Not /them/. Wrong. She seems to say as
she goes by. Her eyes glow brighter though as she walks, no /floats/
towards a knot of girls. Ah, there… she's /there/.
T'lis smiles softly as he watches the scenece below, occasionaly eyes
glazing over..
On the sands, Rebecka hrms at the brown. Yeah yeah. Go get the one you
want and hurry up with it too. You're random noises are starting to scare
me.. She hops around some more, in a circle if you want to know.. patting
her legs. Around she goes. She looks behind, oh lookie that girl
impressed, she turns back.
On the sands, Kershaw hakes his head almost dropping form the heat
On the sands, Flame-touched Pegasus Bronze Dragonet sniffs tentatively at
a Herder lad and, faint aroma of runner-doo touching nasal, swiftly moves
away to search out The Others in the semi-circle. Wheeling red eyes
splinter uneasily on his trek.
On the sands, Jhanath chuffs relief and returns his attention to his own
errant prisoner, nose tucking below to brush a fatherly kiss over pale
shell's curve. R'
On the sands, Aralie's eyes flicker over to the green. Beautiful,
graceful…what Aralie cannot hope to be. She is just a tad bit to clumsy.
On the sands, Kyleigh nods ferociously. Food. Yes! And she rises, trying
to help the little one to the sides where she can feed him or something.
Where are those weylingmasters they said they'd have around here. She
begins to get confused, her thoughts all mixed with those of a ravenous
baby blue. "Help me? Someone?" All the while helping the gangly lifemate
to the sidelines.
On the sands, Kara giggles nervously. "Sssorry." Her eyes close
momentarily then reopen to catch the sight of the brown and bronze. Seeing
the ghost of a green she sees grace and beauty. Power and energy.
Luhel walks in.
On the sands, Jhanath chuffs relief and returns his attention to his own
errant prisoner, nose tucking below to brush a fatherly kiss over pale
shell's curve. R'han begins to idle time away in an unpracticed whistle,
occasionally breaking forth into rude song. Nothing else to do, after all.
"The innkeeper's wife was a plump and pleasing sort…"
On the sands, Kershaw whesss that was close….boy how embarassing to
faint on the sans….wow
On the sands, Katryna tries to wipe the swaet off her forehead as she hops
and tries to watch the dragonets and candidates and tries to keep her robe
in place.
Luhel smiles Rarah
Jarldom says, "so how much longer do you want to stay Annie?"
On the sands, Louder then, Honey Chamomile shifts under the scrutiny.
With a gentle swirling of hues she settles.. and unsettles, moving with
slow impatience. Lethargic, leathery, leaving nothing to see or be seen,
the large egg actually, for a moment, behaves itself.
Cyrene laughs. "I want a bronze." Yeah, she knows she can't have one, so
no correction please. :)
On the sands, Kazumi grins over at Kyleigh. "Over here!" she waves at the
weyrling. "Come stand beside us till the others are done."
Luhel smile Minuet
Luhel silences
Annie says, "At least til we see if there's a gold…."
On the sands, Tiareth licks it, even while tracking her hatchlings'
maneuvers. Good egg. Nice egg. /Dusty/ egg. Bah. Tiareth's muzzle screws
up in the most exaggerated contortions.
Keven looks around, then back down at the sands.
On the sands, Connor wears a very confused expression over his face,
attempting to take in everything around him. While hopping. Experiencing
a lot of heat. And remembering all the advice crammed into his head.
On the sands, Kidwyn tugs at her gown again. All these seams that don't
/quite/ meet.. Regardless, the material now begins to stick to her
uncomfortably in the heat. She blows at her bangs, which flare, tickle her
nose, and make her suddenly give an enormous sneeze.
Gabrielle waves to Luhel and smiles brightly.
On the sands, Orange Mandarin Spice Egg shudders at a light touch, and
rolls back towards its clutchmates a bit before stopping under Mother's
paw. Its motion then translates into full shell shudders, the orangy
stripes appearing to blend together at places, creating even more horrid
shades of that color of colors, orange.
Jarldom says, "ok"
On the sands, Guidance, guidance. Ophelia twins Kazumi's waving with her
own. Yess, yess, join usss.
On the sands, Honeyed Chamomile Egg stirs again, slumber disturbed by the
noise around it; behind the veil of shell and shadow, the dragon within
settles herself into a perfect scroll, all set to uncoil /her/
splendour… now if only the egg would hatch. Funnily enough it does, only
backwards; splitting neatly in two the egg all but spews out the dragonet
wrong-side up, upside-down, and altogether /un/-ladylike.
On the sands, Black-burnished Basilisk Gold Dragonet
On the sands, Blackened, beaten copper — vital, vengeful — rivets her
tinker's trove of muscle and bone into true draconic poise: embodied, the
golden peculiarities of corrugated ribs and hindquarters' jointed,
hammered plates articulate into a warrior's defter whole. Knobbed, hooked
wingspars rattle ominous mockery over the deliberate placing of
neckridges, skeletal accompaniment to the scrabble of talons long and
slender, to the tail's ophidian writhe. Through all that darkly lustrous
panoply, it's the feral, fatal glitter of her gaze that vulcanizes the
body's armored pliancy — the inheritance of baleful intention and a sweet
madness all untaught.
On the sands, Enian toes the sand nervously, gaze alighting on each
dragonet that passes him… maybe? No… ooh, maybe this one… no. He
tries to focus all the dragonets into one view by ends up dizzying himself
and wavers slightly, threatening to topple over.
Moira notices the candidates shifting and swaying and looking awfully
faint, and realizes she doesn't feel so swift either. She carefully puts
the mando next to her, where it won't fall if /she/ should happen to.
Minuet waves to Luhel, eyes focusing for but a moment on his form, and
then returning to the sands
On the sands, Cecily grins at Kara, "'sokay… 'least you didn't pull us
down!" She follows Kara's gaze and turns her attention abck to the
dragons.
Serauber falls asleep.
of the piece, forehead creasing into a frown. Blue eyes skitter up — Nuff
— and then back again to Jhanath with a hint of alarm. That was /Nuff/ he
was just singing about, wasn't it? "Oh shells." Mm. "…like melons and
legs like…"
Shaolyn tries to concile her giggles at the faces made by Tiareth…
Serauber wakes up.
Larkin leans forward, releasing F'rin for a moment. "Look! Just look!"
Marc grinds at the gold that is.
Cyrene laughs joyfully. "Now /that/ is a gold!" No wimp is that one.
Basilisk, Yiee!
Kira lets out a breath, held in anticipation from waiting for the gold.
On the sands, Tiareth grabs the one egg tight. Grabs the other's shards.
/Rumbles/.
OOC: Marc shots his typist.
Kjeld dozzes off.
impression and making occasional comments to those around him. He ahhs,
eyes opening wide, as the gold hatchling appears. "My… She's a
beauty!"
On the sands, Aralie stares as the gold hatches. Yet, unlike any other
gold seen before. This gold is….she lacks the vocabulary. Her eyes dart
again to each of the hatchlings in turn.
Gwinion sit's down
On the sands, Rebecka blinks and if her eyes could open wider they just
did. A goldie locks dragon. Eyes flicker around from one dragonet to the
next. Where's miiiiiiine?! She hrmms and looks, forgetting about alll her
nercousness and stuff.
On the sands, Fia gapsps involuntatily.
Caramak walks in.
Blythe pokes Heather next to her, if she hasn't logged off through the
spam, "Look! It's the gold!"
On the sands, Hickory-smoked Minotaur Brown Dragonet finally brambles his
way up to that carefully watching one, head swaying in imputance, wings
spread for balance as heavy, deft feet make up the space in little time.
He glares up at the boy, now seeming confused. He seems…….bah! But
there, another one! He treads over, patient finally come to its end. He
wants the one that belongs to him, and NOW!
On the sands, Cianith wobbles along beside his lifemate, huge eyes looking
up at her lovingly. Now that he's found her, he walks just a /tad/ bit
more confidently…well, the arm under the wing doesn't hurt either.
On the sands, Jhanath interrupts R'han's hopeless Harpering to cry havoc:
the dog of war is loose.
Rohanna oohs softly at the gold's arrival.
On the sands, Kazumi glances at the newly emerged gold and darts a look
over to Ophelia. Handful, her eyes seem to say.
Rorie grins as the gold hatches, "Wow" and her eyes open wide.
Gwinion says, "My cat is a little nervous, could I put him down or not?"
Onyx falls asleep.
want to be stepped on…nopenope…arrrgghh tooo hott too hot sands…
Gwinion stares at the gold.
On the sands, Gee, and just when you thought it was safe to leave your
weyr. She gives a smile to Kazumi. And you wanted to leave Stormcrest for
this? Pity.
On the sands, Rose Tea Egg shimmers velvety soft, still not quite ready to
unfold its petals into a glorious bloom of honeyed pink that will fade to
white as the seasons wither it and its petals droop…..
T'lis chuckles softly and then gives Rohanna a sly wink. "Imagine those
two producing a gold," he jests
On the sands, Aralie looks down and over to the brown, dimples shadowed
dots on her cheeks. Body taut, she gets ready to bolt in case he decides
to maul candidates once again.
Gwinion stares right into the gold's eyes…
On the sands, Kara blinks and stares at the gold! So so different but all
gold. She freezes and licks her lips nervously then shifts her gaze to the
green ghost. Feet burning she shifts them.
Keven waves at Caramak beckoning him to come join him in the harper area.
On the sands, Gold. No no no — but wait. Nuff is already Impressed and
Graduated and /gone/. Anything, anyone else Ophelia can handle. Handful,
perhaps, but then Nuffie was a heaping plateful. Of cookies. She returns
Kazumi's glance sidelong before observing the new-hatched queen once more.
On the sands, Black-burnished Basilisk Gold Dragonet sits and stare. Well,
no, she actually hangs upside down, butt in the air, head under her wings,
and /glares/ at the world. Her perfect arrival, her ultimate birth, and
the sharding egg cracks the wrong way. A struggle of golden limbs and
ill-hidden hissing accompanies the young dragon as she shakes herself out
and stands — the world is consumed with a long wide-eyed stare — /mine/.
On the sands, R'han backpedals, coward that he is, into Tiareth's
protection. Such as it may be. Blue skirts the gold's lines and fixes on
that insane whirl of eyes; blocky fingers twitch up to pull the
Weyrlingmaster knot off and down. "Thank /Faranth/," he breathes. "No
more. — Oy, and she takes after /you/, Jhanath." Oy, indeed.
Gwinion drops to one knee.
Gwinion says, "Whew!"
On the sands, Tiareth's nosing aids the basilisk's rousing to her feet,
then a muzzle's press urges her on with empathy, if not sympathy. Scoot.
On wi' 'ye.
Caramak looks around, then spots a familiar face (Keven's) and heads over.
Annie grins. "look at that little gold!"
On the sands, Fia can't help it, she starts to giggle at the newest
hatchling. It's seems so….funny to her. Soon enough her warm feet are
forgotten in the midst of her giggling.
Kira waves D'thon over to sit next to her.
Cyrene beams at the gold happily, having seen too many sweet shy goldens
in her lifetime. Hope that one won't turn people to stone with her glare.
Yow, if looks could kill.
On the sands, From Tiareth's neck, Nuff *whooooshes* happily, unconcious
counterpoint to the squawking of R'han. Her feet kick down towards teh
bronze-rider and she whispers none too loudly — "Uglieeee dragon R'han.
Must be Jhanath leaking through."
On the sands, Katryna tries to keep herself in the air between hops as
long as she can without actually looking obvious.
The world spins slightly. Perhaps Larak has been drinking a bit much,
then perhaps the rest of the world hasn't had enough yet. Words bounce
around in his head…a sudden realization that he /should/ have been a
poet. For a moment he gets caught up in the spinning…he is spinning, a
wide arc around the center of the clutch of eggs…then he is merely
himself again, and all the outside knows of his little journey is a
bemused smile. Irreverent, is he? No, he drinks to a close friend, who
he hopes to see Impress.
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet pauses, almost
annoyingly again at the emergence of her golden sister. Hey, /my/ show.
She makes her first sound, a mellow warble of encouragement, resignment,
but she sidles infront of the knot of girls almost possesively. _She's_
in there somewhere.
Minuet leans out as far as she can from the Galleries, eyes only for Kara,
hands fisted at her side, whispering under her breath
D'thon quietly edges through to where Kira is and sits next to her.
On the sands, Jhanath swings his own head across Tiareth's, leaving the
gold's rump free of his encouragement as he his mate's wasn't. That's
right. On. Go /get/ 'em.
Jirbrand looks down at the sands, almost impatient to be gone now.
On the sands, Rebecka chuckles at the gold.. almost cackles but that
wouldn't be proper. SHe looks around a deep sigh heaving her body. She had
only /just/ woke up from her nap when all this happened. She looks. She
looks at the green. She looks at everything.
On the sands, Cecily catches Fia, near her, giggling.. and kinda picks it
up.. you know how that goes… she tries very hard not to, but, well,
fails.
Rorie grins as the gold hatches, "Wow" and her eyes open wide.
You overhear Kira mutter, "Gold … … … … … a … … …" to
D'thon.
Lark looks at the gold, smiling at it, looking back to track the brown,
where did it get off to now…gaze flickers back to the ledges where her
own dragon still sits and she grins briefly.
On the sands, Flame-touched Pegasus Bronze Dragonet merrily twinkles
about: sniff; no. Sniff; no. Then: he comes to face the feet of a
funny-talking young lad. His neck arches while nostrils flare to
scrutinize him thoroughly. You? Hmmm.
On the sands, Aralie hugs her arms to her, looking around the sands
curiously. A glance is thrown over her shoulder at the happily paired
Kyleigh. A small, wistfull sigh escapes her.
Kelta walks in.
Gwinion looks at the bronze and smiles
On the sands, Kidwyn shifts yet again to the other foot - getting to that
'Do you want it burnt, or well burnt?' stage - and tugs irritably at her
gown. Her free foot she rubs against her knee, dusting the sand off. Hot
in here. She pulls the hair sticking to her neck up.
On the sands, Tiareth shares a breath with Jhanath, then
wings mantling,
if still balancing Nuffleans over to see what brown and bronze might be
up to. Same goes for you. Sic 'em.
Kira eyes the baleful little gold with some trepidation, and waits to see
who she'll choose.
On the sands, R'han sends a glare winging up to reach Nuff, but refrains
otherwise from retaliation. /That/ comes /later/. "She's beautiful," he
lies stalwartly. "You did good, Tiareth, Jhanath. She's absolutely
gorgeous."
Narabal meows.
On the sands, Fia covers her giggles as best she can with her hands. She
feels glares from all around her, focussed on her. Oh well, she's amused
and she's determined it seems to let everyone know.
On the sands, Black-burnished Basilisk Gold Dragonet digs her talons
slowly through the sand, scraping like nails to the black-board and kicks
back at her rotten-egg.. or dam, or both. With a sudden wriggling
lizard-like burst of motion she scuttles suddenly away from the shards,
head low, tail low, teeth clicking — where where where where where.
On the sands, Kyleigh finally helps her blue to Kazumi, but the little one
doesn't stops when she does and he just bowls her over. "Ack!" Down she
goes to the sands and Cianith right on top of her. "Cia..ugh… " Ever
been sat on by a baby blue dragon? They aren't featherweights! "Kyleigh
gasps a bit and manages to get Cianiths maw out of her underarm. Off the
lungs. Off the lungs. Umph! Ah… Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
A drudge arrives to cart Kjeld off to bed.
On the sands, Kara starts to giggle soon after Cecily. Must be something
in the hand clasps. She tries to stop but can't. Her other hand is free.
She moves her plastered hair from her forehead.
Gwinion says, "Uh…."
On the sands, Kershaw hop skip, hot skip….hmm might be a new dance
craze…owwoe
Gwinion stands abruptly
On the sands, Is he the one? Hickory-smoked Bown Minotaur Hatching comes
to a halt. One foot thuds closer, then another as he begins to realise.
Yes! He is the one!! Sure-footed steps take the dragonet as a steady,
frightening pace to the lad looking at everyone but him. He pauses,
thinking of what's best….Shells! And finally just changes up to Enian,
stopping just before the boy.
Leilani waves at Kelta
Kira whispers to Gwinion, "sit down!"
A drudge arrives to cart Onyx off to bed.
On the sands, Katryna stares at the gold, eyes wide…so neat! Then she
goes back to hopping and looking everywhere.
Kelta waves to leilani
On the sands, Cecily's giggle grows, fed by Kara joining in… She tries
to tell herself there's nothing funny here, 'cause there isn't. Honest.
Really… umm.. *giggle*
Gwinion plops back down
On the sands, Mint-Mint-Mint Egg ripples then, in a kind of annoyance,
cusp of shell rattling here and there against the cage of father's
well-meaning talons. /Escape/. It /must/ escape.
On the sands, Kershaw grins as he sees another pair forming…..stopping
his dancing momentarily..
Gwinion leans back, tired.
On the sands, Kidwyn eyes a fellow Candidate, and smiles brightly at him.
Hop-skip, hop. Shall we dance? She tugs at her gown, wondering if anyone
would notice if she pulled her arms in and turned it around..
On the sands, Hickory-smoked Minotaur Brown Dragonet turns his jewel
faceted eyes toward Enian, and steps forward.
On the sands, Aralie stands up as straight as she can while shifting her
feet. Arms hug each other, rubbing, even for the heat as she watches
everything in fascination.
On the sands, Orange Mandarin Spice Egg starts twitching more, and tries
to move out from under the oppressive claw. A tangerine streak starts
glowing slightly, as the surface of the egg quivers, the hatchling inside
straining for release.
F'rin sits back in his seat, as the tension of waiting for impressions to
continue mounts. He nods firmly, as Enian impresses. "Good show!"
On the sands, Rebecka glances at the gold again, a rather interesting look
covering her face. She looks away. Feet do the dance that is expected on
the sands and other than that she just looks. Interesting. Oh lookie.
There goes Enian and that brown. Whas his name?
Cyrene whoops again. Yes, this may become a habit.
Taria pulls a dangling leg towards her chest, resting her chin utop the
base of her knee as she places her gaze towards the newly hatched dragons,
a sigh escapes her pursed lips.
On the sands, Brown! Ophelia flares a bright smile — then peeps over at
M'hael. Hmm.. but no. There Can Be Only One.
On the sands, Aralie smiles brightly, if not a bit shyly, at Enian as he
Impressed. She turns back then to watching the rest of the scene.
On the sands, Enian coughs out a name as he stands dumbfounded,
"Jase…Jaseth? "
Kira nods as Enian impresses the brown, and hmms. "Enian… how the hell
do you make an honorifica out of Enian?"
On the sands, Fia almost le(loses) her balance, her giggles rattling
through her uncontrolably. She keeps picturing the gold's hatching. Poor
thing, wanted to make such an impression,a nd ends up with her butt in the
air and a buncha people giggling at her.
OOC: Moira LOL!
Gwinion says, "Is it important to sit, would I disturb them by standing?"
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet raises her head at her
mother. Must she choose just one? Maybe two? Two would be nice. She
casts a look over her pine-hued shoulder and then at the gold charging
across the sand. Not moving. Mine… somewhere.
Gabrielle goes home.
Narabal meows.
Jirbrand fixes his curious gaze on the green, vaugely curious as to why
she hasn't cjhosen yet. CXhoose, gal..
Cyrene grins. "E'nan?"
On the sands, Jhanath lifts his paw in surprise, neck craning so that
amber eyes can examine the sudden rebellion of tang. What's this? What?
What?
Kira giggles. "Maybe En'n?"
Kira says, "E'nan, sounds better. Yes"
On the sands, Celana walks gracefully off the sands.
Celana walks gracefully up the stairs, and looks about for a seat.
On the sands, Kara blinks and cheers Enian. Its a soft cheer as she seems
to have lost her voice as she takes a breath of heated air. Once again she
wipes her brow. Shifting her feet.
On the sands, Black-burnished Basilisk Gold Dragonet stares as well,
suddenly coming to a bursting halt mid-ground. Blackened, darkened,
burnished gold, she waits and swings her head around in a long arc;
muzzle's bottom slips susurrantly across the sands and then back the other
way, its end twitching. Stock still, she just watches again without
motion.
Weft walks in.
On the sands, Tiareth tightens said claw. Rumbles distinct pleasure for
the minotaur. Yes. Oh /yessssss/. /Good/ Jaseth. Got 'im. The unicorn
gains her own consideration: find what completes that aching hunger. Scent
it out. /Now/.
Cyrene prounounces En'n. "Umm…Ennnnnn..nnah" :)
Kira turns back to the gold, waiting for her to pick her partner in
crime… er, lifemate.
On the sands, Connor falls asleep.
interesting. Real nice. Cute and sweet. WHich one of 'em dragonets is the
cute and sweet one? Wouldn't you just like to know. She does some more
watching.
Celana wanders in and takes a seat beside T'lis. "H'lo rider." she winks.
Moira overhears the discussion of a possible contraction for Enian. "How
about 'Nian?
On the sands, Katryna would swear her feet are on fire right now. She hops
back and forth and scruffs them in the sand, lookign for relief even as
she stares at all the dragonets everywhere.
Minuet leans out, watching all the candidates, silently urging Kara on
Shaolyn waves to weft
Weft waves heartily to Shaolyn.
Jirbrand blinks once or twice-he read tha-er, never mind. A slight,
muffled yawn escapes him. Choooose. Before he falls asleep. Wqaitr, too
*hot*, here.
On the sands, Aralie shifts her feet, trying to maintain her excitement
and stay calm and still. No good. Shift. Hop. Shuffle. "Ow," she mopes.
On the sands, Jhanath is a chancy father, losing some interest once his
children have broken free of the fold: it is the Mint which still engages
his attention, wrinkling his nose so that a long tongue can extend to, er,
test. To taste. To check for salty familiarity.
Annie nudges Jarldom. "C'mon, you have to enjoy this.."
On the sands, Kershaw moves left, hops…moves right, hops…darn how long
before his feet are fricasede? Watch the hatclings nevermind fired feet…
On the sands, Kidwyn eyes the sands thoughtfully. Would it be worth a
toasted rump to relieve her feet? She ponders this quite deeply, while
holding her ill-sewn gown away from her body. Sticky, scratchy, yick.
Coulda sworn she got the pattern right..
Lark smiles satisfactorily as the brown IMmpresses, flashing another grin
across the sands. Gaze gets tugged back down to the sands to watch the
golden one now.
It takes a moment for realization to worm its way through his soggy
nervous system, but Larak does see the Impression of the one who should
have been his brother. "E'nin!" he exclaims, a wide smile spreading
across his face, then whoops up what under quieter circumstances would
have been a storm of joyous hollering.
Narabal meows.
Gwinion half closes his eyes in sleepiness, then forces them open
On the sands, Kara stops giggling and goes back to fidgetting. Feet move
beneath the robe. She bites her lip once more soon she'll bite through she
just knows it but her head swings back and forth. Hair matted from the
heat.
Jarldom says, "I'm tryin but everything is happening fast"
Gwinion says, "Shhh…Nara"
On the sands, — And /rattle/ again, against the love that binds.
Mint-Mint-Minty-Mint-Mint-Mint Egg sits in father's clutches, trying to
deny the inevitable.
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet flutters hazel tinged
wings at her Tiareth. But /Maaaaaa/ she warbles as she sits there like a
lump, the heat making her drowsy despite the urgening call within her.
Cyrene shakes her head. "That green who can make one helluvan
entrance…who's /she/ gonna choose?"
Annie nods. "I know."
Jirbrand chuckjles soflty."beginning to think she *won't*." Sheells.
Choose. POlease?
Rohanna frowns slight uttering something to t'lis beisde her
On the sands, Darcy mumbles to herself, "En'n, N'an, E'nan…." nothing
chimes correctly on her ear, and her half-pronounced words trail off as
she watches the un-impressed dragonets with intent eyes. And the eggs,
that are just toooo treacherous to look at for long. You think they won't
hatch, they do, you think they will, they don't…. and so on and so
forth, just heralding utter confusion and chaos. As always, when a new
clutch of dragonets is around.
On the sands, Fia stops giggling. Does this mean she's regained her
sanity? Nope. She stepped on what's left of a shard. Ouch. Were it not for
her thick-soled sandles, she'd be in a bit of pain about now. She sighs
and reached(reaches) down to remove it from her shoe bottom.
Weft goes home.
You overhear Rohanna mutter, "… a dragon not choose?" to T'lis.
On the sands, Aralie's eyes go towards the green, slightly worried. She
has to get up! She must choose! She chews on her lower lip slightly,
looking about to see if the other candidates share her concern. She swipes
her sweat matted curls away from her forhead.
T'lis shakes his head slowly. "No, never," he murmurs back.
On the sands, Rebecka glares at her nose and looks crosseyed at it. Oh you
nasty bead of sweat.. don't go roll down my nose. She swipes at her nose
and looks back missing the green ones breaking outta the egg. Darn it. WHy
does this always happen to her? Grumble. Growl. Les not be bitter now
Becka. She smiles.
On the sands, Tiareth does that nose thing again, tilting Nuff along with
its sunswept arc. On yer feet. Instinct cries impatience to her green:
/Go/.
Cyrene considers yapping at the green herself but that is just so rude!
She keeps her mouth shut…maybe she has grown some tact?
On the sands, Cecily nods off to sleep.
flank: up, you, and listen to your mother. To the white robes and the
attack, and the feeding that comes afterwards…
On the sands, Nuff ha has! With another sudden scramble she darts after
her older sibling and stalks the unicorn with limbs on high-speed. This
does mean it is difficult to stop, but that is not yet her concern.
Talons digging into the black sand, the young gold rushes head long
towards Aralie and the Unicorn, gurgling. — Look out! Incoming!
Rohanna sighs watching the hatchlings on the sands.
On the sands, Black-burnished Basilisk Gold Dragonet ha has! With another
sudden scramble she darts after her older sibling and stalks the unicorn
with limbs on high-speed. This does mean it is difficult to stop, but that
is not yet her concern. Talons digging into the black sand, the young
gold rushes head long towards Aralie and the Unicorn, gurgling. — Look
out! Incoming!
On the sands, Aralie /bolts/ outta the way as quick as she can, eyes huge
at her near brush with fate.
On the sands, Kershaw ssees the heasdlong flight of the gold and makes
sure he's well out of her way….
Cyrene grips the railing as the gold goes towards Ara.
Pleeeezepleeezepleeeze???
On the sands, Connor wakes up.
You overhear D'thon mutter, "Shards, Nuff … she's a … now." to Kira.
Kira grins.
Jirbrand claps a hand over his face. Don't want to see Araqliemush. No.
Aralie Impress, maybe..Did that unicorn cxchoose yet? He peeks.
Narabal meows.
On the sands, Kara shivers and watches mother and daughter. Dragons
everywhere. Impressions. Its all so fast. So hot. She sees the onrushing
ddragonet and moves in the other direction. She's still next to Aralie.
But this puts her closer the eggs. She shudders and stays out of the golds
way.
F'rin stands abruptly, as the young gold begins charging across the
sands. "Shards…"
T'lis icks quietly ans shakes his head as the gold dashes forward. "Just
glad I'm not teaching this lot.."
On the sands, Fia tries to balance on one foot, to remove the shell from
her shoe. She blinks, being close enough to aralie to see well, but
juuuuust far enough away to not be in dancger. Oh well, she loses her
balance and tips over.
On the sands, Jhanath sits back on his haunches and whuffs, watching his
precocious daughter's headlong charge. Interesting. Very interesting: a
floor show. And what happens next?
Fletcher walks in.
Celana chuckles at T'lis. "You only have to deal with us grown riders
now," she teases.
On the sands, Kidwyn blows discreetly down the front of her gown, wiping
curls off her forehead with one hand. Switch feet again; we're getting to
the 'charred' stage. Suddenly, it occurs to her that people are moving.
Moving? Where are we going? She hops toward Candies.
On the sands, Connor sighs, refocusing his attention upon the lumbering
dragons. No time for daydreams. That'll get ya trampled. Quick…
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet scuttles with a flounce
of sand from the tail at her rump, head turning at the last moment to
glance behind. She creels in startlement at the charging, stumbling gold
and she /leaps/ out of the way, straight into the crowd of anxiously
watching girls to land at the feet of a rather small, freckle faced girl.
Larkin tugs F'rin down. "Don't worry so."
On the sands, Fia quickle scrambles to her feet. She manages a slight
glare at the dragon. Made me fall down go boom. Patience is something that
you'd better learn, and quick-her glare says.
Lark grins over at T'lis, "Aye, feel sorry for those down there that *do*
have to teach them though."
On the sands, Tiareth fairly croons, heedless of incipient carnage. Look,
Jhanath. They both /went/.
Rohanna blinks and takes a good look at T'lis' shoulder knot?
*wingleader*? nudging T'lis,"You get promoted?"
Larak smiles and magnanimously hugs the holder unfortunate enough to be
sitting beside him. "Ainnit great!" Another sip from his wineskin and he
resumes his seat, somewhat dazed, and continues to watch.
On the sands, Aralie looks down at the poor green, then actually frowns at
the gold. Be careful! You almosy hurt her! She looks down at the pretty
green to make sure she is ok.
T'lis chuckles softly and nods to Celana and Lark.
On the sands, Katryna goes back to hopping, hoping that she doesn't get
trampled.
F'rin, allowing himself to be pulled down, shakes his head, muttering to
Larkin, "…hope not…"
On the sands, Jhanath inhales Tiareth's croon, pleased in his own turn.
They did indeed. And we made them. Good children, to listen to their
parents. — And now, if only this Mint thing would do something…
Karistor walks in.
Fletcher was here in the Harper corner, of course. Never left, nope.
On the sands, Rebecka gives a fierce sigh, then stops. Umm, is that Ara?
WHy yes it is!! She grins showing off her teeth proudly… thought don't
ask me why. Then she looks away yet again. Guess her eyes can /never/ stay
in one spot for too long while this is happening.
On the sands, Tiareth taps at /her/ orange egg, while she's at it. Tap-tap.
T'lis smiles at Rohanna. "I did, yes. I'll tell you bout it after Roh."
On the sands, Black-burnished Basilisk Gold Dragonet is faster than the
girl, or so /she/ thinks. Lifting upwards, tail in the air, she runs
surprisingly quickly; short little legs pump quickly and her head
continues to swing impatiently. Mineminemine, where's mine, want mine out
of the way! Out out.. want wantwant. Impatience fuels her and she
continues her mad rush about the sands —vrooooooom.
Rohanna nods, eyes returning to the hatchlings and candies.
On the sands, Kershaw whews,that was close…trampling by a gold not a fun
thing…well back to hop…pause hop, skip…darn hot sand..
On the sands, Kara eyes go wide as she watches the green move out of the
way. Hoping she is alright. The heat makes her movements slow but she
tries to stay out of the way. Trying hard.
On the sands, Flame-touched Pegasus Bronze Dragonet's head cocks,
accompanied by a tic of his left eyeridge, peering critically up to
Connor. Eyes' flicker begins to de-escalate considerably in the process. A
light squeak escapes his muzzle, inquiry prevailing: Are You The One?
On the sands, Rose Tea Egg seems to remember that it should be rocking,
and suits action to… well….. instincts. Shushshush, rockrock, then
settles down to be content with quivering, really not wanting to display
its hidden treasures just yet, keeping its bud tightly and jealously
closed. Minemine.
On the sands, Nuff makes a mental note to get Tiareth off crack when
pregnant next time.
Narabal meows.
Gwinion picks up Narabal.
Gwinion says, "Shhh…Narabal, shhhh…."
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet shakes herself with a
full body quiver before gazing upwards into light brown eyes. She steps
forward with sudden speed and a delighted warble, pressing herself against
the girl's legs…. Aralie's.
On the sands, Mint /refuses/. To sit, to be ever ignored on the outskirts
a perfect existance. Leave hatching to those who would place themselves
in the public eye. And yet, those urgings stir, once again disrupting the
placitude of shell — out!
Weft walks in.
On the sands, Forest-hidden Unicorn Green Dragonet turns her jewel faceted
eyes toward Aralie, and steps forward.
Cyrene clenches the rail and leans out to look at the Unicorn…she
shrieks. "Araaaaalieeeeeeee!!!!"
On the sands, Rebecka tugs on her cheek like grandma's do sometimes. She
stops. That hurts. Whoa. Just look at Ara. Dragons love her. Hee.
"Aralie!!" her dolphin voice crys out with .. with awe.. happyness. glee?
bliss? All of them things?
Fletcher mmms over the railing to the latest pair but is nearly blown out
of his seat by Cyrene's shout. "Hmmm."
Larkin mmms, and smiles. "Our blushing candidate, F'rin. A
greenriderlike me."
Annie grabs Jarldom's arm. "Look! Aralie impressed!"
Cyrene jumps happily!
On the sands, Katryna smiles as Aralie Impresses the beautiful green one,
pausing in her hopping and watching.
On the sands, Darcy smiles with pure and simple delight at Aralie. "Oh,
congratulation, Ara!" Eyes crinkle fondly, and she jams her lips closed
on the prodding question: what's her name? Nono, shouldn't ask. Let them
/savor/ the moment….. that's right. Good girl.
On the sands, Kershaw clpas then stops as he remembers where he
si….good ariele impressing..good good… :)
On the sands, Tiareth ceremoniously approves, a-warblin', the
unicorn-green's choice as well. Rather, that she chose. Yes, a kind girl,
who will oil her often
facets roll up Nuff's way. Hint.
On the sands, Fia beams proudly at Aralie, even if she tries to cover it
up.
Jarldom is jolted awake, "huh…oh yeah..look"
F'rin laughs, then nods. "Aye… But not nearly as beautiful." He gives
Larkin a quick kiss, and snug.
Jarldom says, "wow"
Rorie grins and claps as another impression is made.
Larkin blushes just a tiny bit, herself.
On the sands, Connor glances down at the bronze dragon with a quick
smile. Is he? He hopes so…
On the sands, Kara beams to her friend as she regains her spot in the semi
circle. She is happy very happy for her friend. Feet shuffle from the
heat. "Congratualations Aralie!" She calls out softly.
Weft yawns mightily.
Jarldom looking at Annie, "Sorry I fell asleep on you"
On the sands, Black-burnished Basilisk Gold Dragonet is missing something,
she knows it. With a yelp she rushes towards Aralie and then stops —
DratdrattooDam(Tiareth?)slow. Turning her back on the newly imrpessed
pair, the scrambling settles into a lumbering stalking as the little
dragon tires herself out. Sniffling, swaying, wuzzling across the sands,
she squiggles fowards leavign a trail in the black behind her —
wherwherwehrwehrwerwher… /mine/.
Weft lies down and falls asleep dreaming dragon drems
revealing those earthen flanks, and takes a decisive step to Connor; a
hug, no doubt.
Annie smiles. "That's OK. The fact that you came is nice enough."
On the sands, Jhanath notes in an aside that Tiareth is always free to use
/his/ rider, who seems to spend most of his time sleeping or moping about
being useless to everybody. "HEY!"
Fletcher ooohs and finally sees the gold wandering around. "Hmmm!"
On the sands, Flame-touched Pegasus Bronze Dragonet turns his jewel
faceted eyes toward Connor, and steps forward.
On the sands, Orange Mandarin Spice Egg takes a goodly long time in its
final surge, all the familial oranges rampaging into the forefront beneath
the sands' wavering heat; suddenly comes a pop, a hiss — and a dark
lashing tail marks its hatchling's entrance into the world, hind end
first. Deliberately.

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