Hatching Sands

The sands are almost blisteringly hot all year round, glistening in their whiteness, but mingled with myriad colors of two millenias worth of broken shells.  Sharp noises seem to echo loudly in the gigantic cavern while smaller ones are muffled; during Hatchings, the noise is near deafening with the sounds of the crowds and thrumming dragons.  The ceiling is so far away, so tall that the dragons fly into the cavern through the great hole on the wall towards the northern bowl.  Great, wide tiers line the sides of the sands, guarding rails separating them from the hatching grounds and the great mound at the far wall.  The mound slopes downwards into the main part of the sands, where the eggs are usually scattered.  Opposite the mound is the arched entrance to the rest of the weyr, where visitors enter to see a hatching or clutching.

The queens have made four mounds to stash their eggs into, though it appears some of eggs have been shuffled from mound to mound.  Lumpy Mound, Big Mound, Flattened Mound, and Shallow Mound.
 Stained Glass Egg, Dreary Rainy Day Egg, and Rolling Ocean Egg are in the Big Mound.  The Art of the Fugue Dragonet, Mysterious Lady Dragonet, Summer Sunset Egg, and Hidden Waterfall Egg are in the Lumpy Mound.  Peaceful Coquelicots Green Hatchling, Gypsy Dance Egg, Marvelous Musical Egg, and Wildflower Meadow Egg are in the Shallow Mound.  Computer M*ing Egg, Calamityth, Overflowing Bookshelf Egg, Virgin Snow Egg, Wet Clay Egg, and Quill and Parchment Egg are in the Flattened Mound.

Aerinth lifts muzzle to the sky and begins a deep-throated, eerie thrumming. They come. They come! Soon!

Zivath raises her head, peering at the mounds and mounds of orbs. After a moment, a deep thrum can be heard from fiery gold chest. It is time.

A'razi skirts eggs and queens as he makes his way to the knot of queen riders. Solemnly he offers forth the wineskin he thought to bring.

Elisandra looks at A'razi as if he were something akin to a god... "Oh, Razi! You are such a thoughtful darling..." Can you say, she's a /tad/ dry?

A'razi laughs softly. "What else is a Weyrsecond good for on Hatching day?"

Muireann returns the gesture, sending a broad wink Row-wards as well. Oh she remembers, she does. And that was the prettiest egg ever, so it was. But now it's not F'op-egg that worries her; it's the squillions of the little devils that even now are beginning to rock-rock-rock away. She leans against Aerinth for support and regards the impending chaos with a watery smile.

Elisandra peers to the sands from next to the looming form of living fire. "Hatching... I think stampede may be appropriate."

Zivath snorts. Says you. My babies will be the /good/looking ones.

A'razi eyes the eggs himself. "Aye, but who'll stampede? The hatchlings? Or the Candidates?"

Timoth rumbles rather proudly. Yep. Zivath's /will/ be lovely.

Virgin Snow Egg rocks, it does; shimmying it's little virginal self in a coquettish dance.

Tropical Moonlight Egg shudders convulsively, quivering movements making even the shell ripple. But of course such a hard surface was not ment for that and minute straitions appear twix the moonbeams.

Jayne tugs at a lumpy blonde braid. Ugh. She's not ready yet. Couldn't the eggs have waited? She catches the shoulder of her robe on a snag that juts from the tunnel wall, tearing the thing. "Shards!" Of course, the other sleeve fell off back in the barracks. And sandals? They're MIA.

Ailheen takes a deep breath and bows to the great dragons and riders alike as she reaches the blisteringly heated sands.

Aspen bows neatly to the queens, the bronzes, the riders, all the while managing to keep himself between the hungry looking dragons and Kenny.

Muireann continues to lean against Aerinth, closing her eyes for just a moment, senses dulled by the sopoforic thrumming that reverberates through the caverns. But she wouldn't want to miss the first birth... "Hey Elisa!" She calls over. "2 marks says the first one to hatch is green!"

Freand tosses his head back almost like a well trained runner as he strides out onto the sands.  Hopefully all his posturing will hide the nervous wobble of his knees and the shaking of his hands.

Nehyn stumbles out into the heat and haze of the Sands, managing a bow to the collection of golds and bronzes gathered.  Distracted, he looks around, trying to spot Kymra.  She's got to be here in the crowd somewhere.

Minothurla fluffs at her heat-frizzed curls, then makes an awkward curtsey to dams and sires before finding her place n the line. Anxious eyes turn upward toward the galleries to see if she can catch a glimpse of her children.

K'pan watches the proceedings with pride.

Eldana walks out onto the sands. She stands dazed a moment. She's been here before, but it was quiet during the egg touchings. Remembering the recent instructions she dips her head and body to each of the queens and sires before moving further onto the hot sands. She's lost sight of Saran, and where's Kym. Kym'll know what to do.

C'zar ushers the mass of candidates in, wishing them well before moving off to the side.

Jayne's bow to the collected clutchsires and dams is more a hippity hop than any sort of deeply respectful gesture; her feet are roasted through already. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." She makes her way to her place in the semi-circle, protesting all the way. Just her luck to pick /now/ to misplace something as important as sandals.

Kymra steps onto the sands, wrinkling her nose at the grains 'neath her feet.  But that hardly holds he attention for long; spying the eggs, she limits her gazes to a few sneaking glances, then drops into a bow from the dams and sires.

Hearitana arrives on the sands, looking bewildered, dark eyes wide in her darker face. Bobbing bows to golds, their mates, and riders of the crowd of dragons, she nearly falls over in nervousness.

Freand manages to trip, stumble then right himself face flushed before he stops near Aspen and apes his singular poise and style bowing in turn to each one of the beautiful queen's and their lifemates as well as the sires and theirs.

Fairelly sketches a nervous bow to the four queens and the array of sires before quickly latching on to Minothurla and unconsciously reaching for the older woman's hand.

Jewels on Velvet Egg twitches testingly.

A'razi grins at Muireann. "I'll take that bet! 2 marks says the first one out is blue!"

Curious Kitten Egg wriggles softly, as if chasing after a ball of yarn within.

Tam finally emerges and inhales softly at the incredible heat. She sees her brown coddling Zivath and makes her way over to him and her, standing by Elisa. She glances over at Muire and shakes her head. "2 marks says it's a bronze!" she counters.

Minothurla regards all with unperturbed complacency; arms at sides, feet steady in her thick-soled sandals, despite the heat. A faint smile is turned to Fairelly as she clasps the girl's hand and gives it a squeeze. "Are you alright, dear?"

Tropical Moonlight Egg wavers once again, as if paradise has been lashed by wind and storm.  The palm upon it's rounded surface bends far back, pulling appart from the beach beneath.

Ailheen watches the eggs, nearly frozen give the nervous shaking of her body.

Priscila is Here. Yay. Cheer. Praise at will. All that good stuff. Vintner scoots forward, makes her bows, muttering about 'hothothot', and scoots back into place.

"Nen!"  Kym calls over the generally hushed murmer of nervous Candidates, a little jittery herself.  "Where are ya?"  Get over to where she is, shardit, so she can hide behind ya.  Spying Eldana, she gives another little wave.  "C'mere!"  Gathering the faithful.

Muireann crows. "Done!" Now just to hope she's right.

Nehyn finally spots Kymra and picks his way through the assemblage to her.  "Hey you.  How's that lucky robe of yours?" he asks her with a nudge before selfconsciously tugging at his own--rather short--robe.  After flashing a grin at Eldana, who's near too, he turns to face the rocking eggs.

Fernox gets carried along with the wave of other Candidates, he barely keeps upright in the huge press of people rushing onto the Sands.  He looks up and gulps loudly, at least to his own ears, for he finds himself directly in front of the dragon queens.  Quickly, he bows, though the movement has none of the usual suave poise he presents.

Aspen twines the finger of one hand into the wool atop Kenny's head. "We'll just stay right here and watch everything." No way either of these two will Impress.

Fairelly quakes noticalby, but she beams at Minothurla, "Aye."

Gryphynn runs out onto the sands and almost falls as he stops short and bows to the riders and dragons.

Mishia rushes in almost headlong, her arms and legs pumping smoothly, a headband tied tightly at her brow.

Eldana gives a sigh of relief and a shakey grin and hotfoots it -- literally -- over to Kym, feet in thin sandals, slipping and sliding on the sand. Loose strands of already sweat-damp hair are brushed off her forehead as she comes to a halt near her friends, "Hot!" The girl has a penchant for stating the obvious for sure.

Saran grips 'Dana's hand tightly as he rocks back on his heels...sandals strapped on along the way somehow. Plucking self-consciously at his robe, wondering suddenly if there hadn't been a mistake...a low, flourishing bow offered to the queens...pausing as he turns, making each greeting distinct.

Gryphynn notices the eggs starting to twitch and moves over with a couple of other young boys, and turns and watches the eggs nervously.

Janna bows upon entering the Sands, and she bows to the queens and sires, beginning with Fabrinath and Korinth, and the riders, ending with Muireann and M'ars. A nod and a murmered, "Weyrleader K'pan, Weyrwoman Sabria," and Janna makes her dazed way over to the knot of Candidates already on the Sands.

Kymra promptly sticks out her tongue at Nehyn, unladylike a possible.  And this is Eldana's role model?  Waggling fingers, she motions towards an almost unoccupied space in the Sands.  If you count nearly twenty fingerlengths as unoccupied.  "Fine," she snaps back.  "And yours?"  She attempts to peer at the tail end of Nen's robe, shuffling feet all the while.

Mishia almost skids to a halt on the hot sands, nearly falling upon her bum. She comes to a stand, and tries to straighten out, bowing to the dragons and saluting the riders.

Hot!  Indeed it is.  Freand feels the soles of his sandals heating up beneath him and he shifs from foot to foot trying to find an inconspicous place to hide his 6'2" length.

Tam minces her feet and sighs in slight irritation and pain at the heat. She /definitely/ remembers this part.

Pausing in her slow progress across Sand's heat, Janna looks out across the sea of faces staring out at her from the Galleries. Locating the knot of Healers by their purple robes, she waves wildly before continuing.

A'razi glances amusedly at Tam, comfortable in sturdy boots.

From the corner of her eye, Janna catches motion. Her egg..it moved. Gaze is riveted on the egg before she's rudely pushed from behind, and she stumbles forward a few steps. Glaring at the errant Candie, she searches the crowd for Mishia and Gryphynn.

C'zar motions for a group that is hanging back to move along, "Get in there with the rest of em!". The timidly scurry forward to bow awkwardly to the dragons.

Hot. Janna shifts her feet a moment before violet gaze goes back to that egg, the one with the sparkling jewels on it.

Hearitana hotsteps it, almost shimmering like a mirage that she almost seems to blink in and out. "Shards! It is hotter than before?"

Nehyn clears his thought softly, the sound lost entirely in the noise and space of the cavern.  "Oh, it's fine.  Very cool."  And breezy.  He shifts slightly, letting one sandal cool while the other one heats up.  "Jays, no wonder the eggs are hatching.  I'll bet the dragonets will be as anxious as we are to get where it's cooler."

Gryphynn tries to wave to Janna through the huge crowd of candidate, but gives up as he thinks he sees the eggs twitch again.

Fairelly skips and hops, not out of joy but because of the heat... the side benefit of this activity is to burn off nervous energy.  And how does Mino react to the bouncing girl beside her?

Tam refrains from glaring at A'razi and instead smiles wanely at C'zar. This, she knows, is only the beginning for the weyrlingmaster. She pulls her hair up off her neck, tying it back with a leather thong as she gazes out over the myriad of eggs and sea of white robed candidates.

Freand manages to find a spot behind a large gaggle of gigglng females.  None of them tall enough to obstruct his view but... dense enough to make him feel somewhat inconspiuous.

Minothurla is stoic, calm, one with the sands... Ommmm... Either that, or she's just used to people hippity-hopping all around her. She squeezes Fairelly's hand again and gives the girl a fond smile. "It's exciting, isn't it?"

Feeling rather awkward suddenly in her slant-hemmed robe, Eldana tugs on the short side a couple times, then shakes her head and with a silly grin lifts the left side up to match the other. Heat pouring up from the sands reminds her to shift her feet, "So we wait 'n' then get out o' the way iffn it looks like we're goin' to be trampled?" She asks of her fellows who've been here before.

Arial settles next to Tam on the Sands and beams at the candidates, remembering her time on there and the burns that came after.  Good sturdy boots encase her feet now, thank faranth.

Mishia marches.. her feet moving rather high so they cool as the next foot steps, looking a bit ridiculous as she moves to Janna's side. "Hi Jan.. Sorry I'm late."

Saran plucks at his robe, rocking from foot to foot as sweat has him losing his grip on fellow candidate...who will protect him now?...Eyes are pinned by rocking eggs as crowd parts in front of him, giving Saran his first view of the rocking eggs.

C'zar looks nervous, anxious..you'd almost think he was one of the candidates. A tense smile goes towards Tam as he reaches to squeeze her hand briefly, "Shards...seems no time at all since we wus out here as candidates."

Curious Kitten Egg rocks again.....was that a meow? But suddenly, it stills.

Was that Gryphynn she just spotted, way over there? Stepping carefully, Janna makes her way across the Sands in quick little steps, one eye on the eggs, the other looking out to where she /might/ have seen the burly Harper.

Kymra chuckles quietly in agreement.  "Aye.  And to think -- we'll be stuck out here until alla them hatch."  Uggh.  Kym doesn't even wanna ponder it.

Tam reaches out to grasp C'zar's hand and then turns her head to grin at Arial. "Here again," she murmurs happily. Gee. Sands not as hot anymore. ;-)

Was that another twitch? Peering through the shimmering heat haze as if in a dream, Janna stops her progress for a moment, and stares harder at the eggs. Too hard to tell through the shimmering air.

Gryphynn smiles at the eggs, but then turns to look at one of the ones that isn't moving.  As he shifts his gaze he notices Janna and waves, but is distracted again as the kitten egg moves.

Wildflower Meadow Egg trembles a bit more, caught in the hollow that is its current home. Well... maybe this is a nice place to be anyway.

Jewels on Velvet Egg ripples, causing it's hidden jewels to twinkle on and off like miniature stars.

Fairelly nods eagerlly, her curls bouncing in time to her bouncing.  "Aye, Mino.  Tis terribly excitin'."  And words can't describe her joy, her excitement, her nervousness, so instead, she bounces all the more.

Hearitana looks up with wide eyes, hiding just behind the broad shoulder of some handsome farmboy. "Did you see that?" she asks. "They're moving!" Like, what else could one expect?

Eldana pauses in her foot-hopping, seeming to remember something and her eyes begin a careful search of white robes. Her neck cranes this way and that, but it's hopeless. She jumps up and down a couple times and finally just settles for yelling, "Saran! O'er here! Saran!" Maybe he can find her.

Minothurla smiles and chuckles, looking back out at the collection of eggs.

Oooo, they'ar /all/ moving! Well, maybe not all, but...there...the jeweled egg...it /did/ move. With bated breath, Janna stares at the egg, then her eye is caught by a twitch here, a quiver there...

The fronds of the palmtree upon the Tropical Moonlight Egg tremble, as if with the approach of a coming storm. The shell cracks, but doesn't shatter, instead only part of it falls off, and out slips the birthdamp Skewed Cubist dragonet, peering at a new world.

Skewed Cubist Dragonet

Matte grey blue, a dusty, almost colourless shade, encapsulates a form that offers only a passing nod to normal dragonet proportions. Jagged ridges slope with crazed irregularity down to the cornflower bloom of withers, where they suddenly smooth atop a barrel-chested, wide-winged torso, then slink to near nothingness along the stark glacial length of his whiplike tail. His heavy-jawed head perches precariously atop a spidery, attenuated neck.  That frail length juxtaposed with jutting brows, a blunt, almost square nose and broad, flat-planed features suggests at both daintiness and brawn; a pardox that defines him.

Freand begins what he hopes is a quiet shift from foot to foot trying to ease the pain in his feet.  Stupid sandals  not nearly thick enough.

A'razi looks over at Muire and Tam triumphantly. "Ah! A blue, a lovely /blue/!"

Prestorm Gales Egg shifts ever so slightly, the storm slowly building.

Elisandra oooh and beams. "Tam, look! Blue... Isn't he lovely?" Zivath hmmms. Maybe. "You're lovely, too. In a grown up sort of way." Oh, well then! *preeeenhummmmmm*

Saran inches his way towards voice calling his name, surely friend who'll protect him...a smile as he pauses to give another candidate a hopeful hug, then another, she was cuddly...coming up beside Eldana just as first shell cracks his breath stops...and then starts again.

Gryphynn gasps as he sees one of the eggs hatch, revealing a blue.  He gets bumped to the side by a group of candidates that rush forward to look at the hatchling.  He smiles and stands nervously watching, Could this be the one?

Jayne leans over, teetering, and clutching at a nearby candidate's shoulder as she tries to spare at least one of her feet. "Why aren't we allowed to wear boots out here?" Her voice is plaintive, cause dangit! Her feet are blistered sore. She doesn't expect an answer to that question; not really. Then the first-hatched catches her attention; a blue! He's kinda funny-looking though.

Ailheen gasps, "A blue, a lovely blue." she utters, shifting on the hot sands.

Nehyn's breath catches in a gasp, and he elbows Kymra sharply.  "Kym!  Look!  A blue!"  Don't ever say this fellow doesn't have a good grasp of the obvious.

C'zar gulps, shards, /so/ many eggs. Dark eyes shift among the masses of candidates, he remembers being there himself. To his left a tall candidate begins to dance about on the hot sand, robe flapping.

Mishia swallows hard. "Incredible.." She whispers reverently.

Skewed Cubist Dragonet defies all convention, his limbs floundering in every which way as he struggles upright out of his egg.  But once upon his feet, a curious grace appears.  Though what seem to be bizare angles for his legs to go appear to only be an illusion of shaded blue hide.  Quickly, he scrambles over the sands, head looking back and forth in the path of so many anxiously awaiting him and his brethren!

Eldana comes to an abrupt halt and her mouth drops open. Blindly she searches for Kym with her right hand, the one not occupied in making her hemline even. "Kym. Kym." Her hand bats around in the air near Kym, "Kym." Skip, skip, skip, her needle's stuck. She shakes her head and gets going again, "It's a dragonet. It's a blue!"

Prestorm Gales Egg shivers slightly, a premonition of the storm within.  But it's not time... not yet.

Wildflower Meadow Egg rocks a bit in the sands, not exactly thrilled with its hollow home. A bump against a neighbor pauses it's advance. Where to, no one knows.

Jewels on Velvet Egg shudders again, seeming to swell up like a wave about to break, enlarged and engorged in velvet tsunami.

Saran standing behind the girl's...ah, human shield...good idea. Saran's eyes widen as he takes in the throngs of candidates...all whose attention is drawn to the first cracked egg, though more are following.

Kymra peers, jabbing at Nehyn with a finger.  "Look!  Blue!"  She's always been good at stating the obvious, no?  "Rather pretty, no?'  She considers the dragonet, prodding at the other Candidate again.  'Warn me if a bronze comes my way."

Tam sighs and glances over at A'razi with a grimace.

Gryphynn briefly glances to the other eggs, but can't keep his eyes from the blue for long.  He smiles and watches with awe, shuffling his arms as others try to bump him again.

Janna looks over at Mishia gratefully. "That's ok mish..look, though. The egg, the jeweled one..it's really moving!" Her face has paled even more, and eyes blaze darkly as she smiles at her friend, and offers her hand.

Jayne captures a braid and chews thoughtfully on one end as she regards the little blue as he traverses the sands. But her eyes go all funny if she looks at him for too long, so she shakes her head to clear it and turns her attention to some of the eggs nearest the clot of candidates.

Mishia grins a bit, and nods to Janna. "I know.. it's incredible.." She takes her hand gently. "Good luck, Jan."

Tam glances back at Elisandra and tries not ot make a face. "Ummm....yes. He's....lovely," she sort of agrees with her.

Eldana's eyes can't focus on one object. Swirling white robes, hopping curiously, eggs twitching here and there, a blue dragonet suddenly on the sands. She senses Saran near and drops the edge of her robe, batting around behind her, "Saran! Look! The meadow egg moved!"

Jewels on Velvet egg is torn asunder! Showering sparkling shards all around, a dark carpet forms below into a loving cradle upon which is displayed the green gem that has been hiding within for so long.

The Art of the Fugue Dragonet

Intricately laced patterns of tourmaline, jade, and aquamarine repeat in endless descant over beryl's soothing basso hue, then deepens downward to the darker, arrowed line of her belly.  Her tapered head is almost equine in shape, becoming the point of her lean, slender length and dominated by the faceted whirling of jeweled eyes, complimented by the polish of her peridot ridges and talons.  Huge wings, veined with a subtle feathering of malachite, arch in graceful double curves on either side.  Serpentine grace and muscle compact into a lean missile frame, sweeping the curves from neck to long prehensile tail with the full spectrum of green in ordered display.

Nehyn ows as he's poked.  Ow ow.  "Kym, quit it.  If I could, I'd /make/ a bronze come over here, and maybe that'd make you quit poking me!"  He rubs his side gingerly, glancing around.  Sure, he'll be first to run if a bronze does head this direction.

Prestorm Gales Egg swells larger, the storm inside building.  How long can the frail shell last?

Muireann blinks. Hole-ly Faranth. That poor critter is definitely not one of Aerinth's; she pats the gold comfortingly. Then a wry grin is tossed at 'Raz. "Aye, aye, aye. Ye'll get yer marks." Shells.

Ailheen grins, still shifting, of course, as she spots the green, "Lovely.." she whispers.

Saran leans over Eldana's shoulder to follow her her excited pointing to colorful egg, "Aye...so why don't ye go stand next to it." he teases with a slight nudge to her back, he'll follow along...promise.

Mishia swallows hard. "Good luck, Janna. You deserve it.." Her hand doesn't squeeze, even though she looks like she would. Despite all her military reserve and toughness, she is nervous, but not scared. This won't scare this guard.. Will it?

Hearitana's eyes go wide as dragons seem to be popping out all over the place. "But-but they were so nice and /still/ before!" She's taken care of the children too many times.

Skewed Cubist Dragonet's oddly angled eyes pick up a sudden movement, a headshake.  He squeels as he bounces his way across the Sand, dodging white clad bodies who quickly lunge out of his path as he zeros in a lass with braided hair.

C'zar gently nudges Tam, pointing towards the incredibly lovely green, "Shells but she's a beauty!".

Kymra quirks a quick smile to Eldana, offering her hand.  Watchit -- she squeezes rather hard, when nervous.  Or excited.  Or both.

Virgin Snow Egg twitches just so, teasing. But it's just not ready to go /that/ far yet.

Nehyn gasps as another hatchling emerges, and--despite what he just warned Kymra not to do--nudges her again.  "Oh, Kym, look at that green!  Do you think that robe of yours will lure it in this direction?"  He'll steal it, in that case.

Janna gasps. "Mishia! Gryph! It Hatched. And it's blue!" She smiles at the Harper, who ought to be looking..after all, 'tis the Harper color! Eyes are inexorable drawn to that bejeweled shell, however, and Janna watches, softly reminding herself to 'breathe'.

Curious Kitten Egg wriggles more, twisting and turning, possibly yowling too, but the candidates are too loud to hear. Cracks continue to fissure, but nothing more.

The Art of the Fugue  Dragonet tosses her dainty head, stretching one wing, and then the other. Tail-tip twitches and she moves, off her velvet carpet and onto warm sands, testing this way and that, moving towards the Candidates in serpentine waves, stopping occasionally to inspect another egg, or a person, or an old shard...

Wildflower Meadow Egg moves again, with more energy now, but still getting about as far. Weebles wobble but they don't fall down. They don't get very far, either.

Jayne blinks again at the blue, who's suddenly so close. But as eye-twisting as he is, there's something... intriguing about him, even so. "H'lo there," she mutters around a mouthful of braid.

Tam sighs at the appearance of the green dragonet. She angles her head to C'zar and chuckles softly. "Yes, she is, love. Very dainty."

Two more eggs hatch in quick succession, a brown and a green tumble out.  The green makes her way to a large harper lass and the brown to a smith who promptly breaks into tears.  Impression.

Kymra smirks at Nen, chuckling quietly.  "Ohh...See that green?"  Kym likes.  Over she peers, studying the newly hatched dragonet.  'Whadda you think of her?"  She ignores the jibe at her bronzely robe, watching quietly.  For now.

Blue!  Green!  Feet hurt and Freand's motion becomes a hop skip sidle as he tries to watch both dragons at the same time.

Gryphynn smiles as another hatches and whistles at the beautiful hatchling and then gazes back to the blue, are either heading his way?

Spellbound, Janna stares at the occupant of that jeweled egg. A green! And /such/ a green! Wordless, Janna shifts from foot to foot, since she forgot to benumb them in her hurry. My, such a dazzling display. And the wingspread!

Odd angles and disproportions mean naught as a pair is forever sealed together.  The Skewed Cubist Dragonet arrives at her feet, looking up into her eyes and chooses, yes Impresses... Jayne!

Eldana tears her eyes from the egg just long enough to toss a look and a wrinkling of her nose to Saran -- and leave her safe spot? Not a chance. Besides, she's grabbed Kym's hand with hers and won't let go. "Nay, stay here, Saran, please? It be nice here." Nice? Her feet are burning and she shifts her weight again.

Mishia nods almost unaware, dancling slightly as the sands heat her sandled feet. She whispers, "Good luck, Janna.."

Nehyn ducks behind Kymra--at least, as well as a man of his height can, while keeping tabs on his robe's short hemline in back.  "She'll go for you, I'm sure--oh!  The blue picked Jayne!"  And he points though the crowd.

Jayne gapes, and the saliva-soaked braid end falls wetly from her wide-open mouth. "Calamityth? Calamityth? Oh shards! You wonderful thing." And as she bends down to hug the dragonet, she trips. Typical.

Hearitana eyes the pairs as they are made. Still, she she hides. "My feet are hot!" No kidding?

Gryphynn smiles as he watches impression after impression, and sighs softly as the blue picks another.  He turns and smiles remembering that there are more eggs.

Fernox tears his eyes away from the scene of Jayne and her new companion blue.  He claimed for so long that he did not wish to be here, but rather back in the guard at Fort, but who can resist the emotions of watching a newly Impressed pair?  "Congrats!" he calls over to the new weyrling, a touch of something, he fears it's jealousy, creeps over him for a moment.

Saran chuckles as he shifts from foot to foot, sandal aloft as he shakes rope and leathers away from skin...allowing a cooling breeze to slip through sandals weavings before switching feet for same treatment, "Ye mean yer not t'bait?" he whispers, reaching out to grip her shoulder before his eyes catch Jayne's impression, "Jayne!" a yell over crowds murmurmings, "I get t'make yer first set o leathers!" he's seen the way the girl sews...

A flash of blue diverts Janna momentarily, and she turns just in time to watch Jayne Impress. "Oh, Jayne! Congratulations! Calamityth?" The name has a peculiar feel to her, but she waves anyways, and turns back, looking for that green again...

"No she won't!" Kymra protests, swiftly shaking her head.  Trying to peer over her shoulder, turning slightly. "Hey!"  Isn't she the one that's supposed to be hiding, here?  Spying a Candidate -- one she doesn't know, well -- she quickly squeezes Eldana's hand.  "That's what it's like," she whispers in answer to a previous question, wistful smile flickering 'pon her expression.

C'zar sends up a cheer for the impressions, he squeezes Tam's hand before moving towards the newly paired lifemates, beckoning them to the side, grinning with happiness for them.

Freand offers a salute to the impressed pair before continuing his dance on the sands.

Fairelly's eyes dart to the new pair... Calamityth and Jayne.  "Bravo Jayne," she calls out to the pair.  Bet Caz is going to have a headache with those two.  Trouble makers if she ever saw them...

Ailheen lifts one foot and then the other, wincing at the hot sand. She watches the blue streak then grins at Jayne, "Congrats!" She calls out, before turning back to the eggs and the Green.

Jayne spits out a mouthful of sand and picks herself up. She giggles and waves back over at Saran. "It's a deal!" And then she moves toward the edge of the sands with the other newly impressed pairs.

Going from utter motionless into a frenzy of frenetic activity, the Curious Kitten Egg twitches and squirms in its hollow, suddenly and completely not pleased with mere complacency any longer.  In an explosion of flying fur, shell crumbles and flies away as a yowling ball of indignant pique tumbles into the sand. Painted Coquelicot Dragonet is here. Admire.

Peaceful Coquelicots Green Hatchling

Undulating waves of grass shimmer across taut hide, darkening in the valleys of musculature and lightening to crystalline mint at the crests of curvature.  Across shoulders and flanks, speckles of red blossom across the expanse of greenery, grouped together in asymmetrical clumps haphazardly.  Azure sky blends with a deep verdant skyline that rolls from 'knobs crest down the spine to the base of her tail. Narrow wings blend in a mixture of swirled aquamarine and turquoise in a mesmerizing pattern.

Wild gyrations stop for one moment, the eye of the storm.  All is calm and serene before a loud crash is heard and the shards of the Prestorm Gales Egg go flying in a cyclone pattern, leaving a startled Mysterious Lady Dragonet in its wake.

Mysterious Lady Dragonet

Dark pine mingles with sap green only to be shadowed by tenebrous klah verging on black as they color the hide of this dragon in thick bark-like patterns as threads of a brighter grass coloring rises up from darkened haunches.  Patches of dark verdancy, looking much like Spanish moss, randomly caress strong muscles as they flex with indifference.  A perfectly wedge-shaped  head is offset by large jeweled eyes that regard her surroundings with wonder.  Lithe, light, and dainty all at once, she epitomizes green perfection.

Hearitana eeps as the lad in front of her suddenly goes to his knees before one of the young dragonets. She quickly hop-skips to another hiding place.

Mishia grins weakly. "Congratulations Jayne, Calamityth." she almost chokes on the words as she looks back to Janna. "HOw are you holding up?"

Not more than 4 paces from her, Janna watches a small brown dragon raise his head and croon lovingly to a blackhaired girl. Sighing in an excess of happiness, she looks out over the Sands once more, only to have her attention diverted by /another/ green....a third....Wow!

Eldana claps her hands together at the first impression. Jayne did someone say? "Congrats!" She hollers over the hullabaloo. The squeeze of her hand is returned, green eyes sparkling now with excitement and she nods her head quickly, braid a-bounce on her shoulders. She manages to play-slap at Saran for his 'bait' comment.

Gryphynn turns and gasps as he sees two more greens hatch.  He watches all the hatchlings, trying to see which way they will go.  He smiles and waits to see who are the lucky candidates, maybe even him...

Janna finally seems to get the cobwebs cleared enough to hear Mishia. She nudges her with her elbow. "Look, Mishia, 3 greens. Isn't it super?" Her eyes glow happily, and a lot of the tension seems to have left her face, as she shifts from foot to foot.

Mishia swallows hard, looking at the eggs burst into the next generation of dragons.. She watches as a brown stumbles into a younger boy, who strains a bit under the weight, but gasps and hugs him gently. "Come on, Janna.. you'll make it.." She whispers to herself, not even aware of any chance she has.

Saran ouches as he pulls back laughing, the hatching haven taken on a surreal aspect as he watches dragonets pick and chose. A glance down has him remembering his robe's discoloration, an uncomfortable shift as arms cross over the more promiment stains.

Peaceful Coquelicots Green Hatchling steps lightly onto the sands, arching her head back in a plaintive warble as she emerges from the shards of egg shells.

Nehyn gives Eldana a nudge too, since he's hiding behind Kymra, and sort of her.  "Ooh, another green!  What do you think of her?  Think she'll go for this robe?"  He tugs on Kym's, wickedly distracted.  Isn't he supposed to behave himself on the Sands?

The Art of the Fugue Dragonet snakes about from Candidate to Candidate, looking for just the right one. Too tall, too short, way too fat... that one's strange, standing with a sheep! He can keep the sheep, he's not the One. Where? Where? Blink... she sidles closer to a red-head. Interesting. Violet eyes, too. Is /this/ the one?

"Look!  Look!"  Kym's nearly in hysterics, squeezing and prodding all at once.  Eldana, Nen...somehow, she's back behind him, hiding and gazing over his shoulder.  "Lookit those greens, Nen!  Dana!"  Okay.  Maybe that previous Candidacy didn't make her all that immune.

Hearitana looks around and ohs, smiling slightly. "How pretty..."

Mysterious Lady Dragonet stares about her, startled.  She wasn't ready to make her entrance.  This isn't how it's supposed to be!  A plaintive wail is given up to the four dams, and only she and one of the golden queens knows truly who her mother is.

Freand decides to move slightly sideways looking in the presss of people for one face, one familiar face to lock to.

The group of candidates is one great milling body of humans, hot sands...hot feet, at a distance the group would seem like a writhing mass.

Rukar claps and cheers for his fellow friends and candidates bonding left and right. A brief "Congrats!" is given to all he can see Impressing, and even those he can't.

Is it? Is SHE? Janna holds her breath, and shifting of feet slows...stops, as she stares down at the beautiful green, hardly daring to hope..and yet, hoping so hard...

Ailheen turns her head, watching the green eye everyone, then turns her head the other way watching the new green dragonet that just arrived. She stands quietly, 'trying' to watch every move the dragonets make.

Eldana bounces from foot to foot, hemline forgotten as she gets prodded, her hand squeezed, her feet burned. In response to Kym's excited comment she nods, "Aye! Two o' them! Green! Pretty!" Seems the excitement has caused the well of verbose chatter to dry up somewhat.

Gryphynn starts hopping up and down, trying to cool his feet.  He sees the greens searching the crowd and just hopes that one might be heading for him.

Mishia smiles, her feet still mincing slightly as she looks at the greens, hoping one will come to Janna, and hidden away deep in her heart, hoping one will come for her.

Peaceful Coquelicots Green Hatchling begins to shuffle across the sands, a slight rythm to her gait as she sniffles at first one then another candidate. Where is her other half?

Kymra quiets a bit, simply staring, blatant.  "Which do you like, Nen?"  Kym's reverting to considering, then quips, "Bet the next ta hatch is bronze."  Now she's cracking jokes at her own robe?  What sort of influence is Nehyn?  Feet start to burn, and she quickly shifts upon her feet, up and down.   No, she ain't bouncing.  Just...hopping.  Yah.

Shiver, shudder, crack and a roly poly blue rolls out to stop at a Holder lad's feet.  Jeweled eyes whirl in confusion as he glances up and the lad breaks out with a whoop.  Impression!

Rukar's attention flicks to his favorite Stained Glass Egg, and the flicks back to the greens on the sands, wondering who they will Impress.

The Art of the Fugue Dragonet squeals in delight! Yes, /this/ is the One! Yes, yes! At last, she has found a Candidate worthy of her! Her eyes narrow in, focusing on Janna and Janna alone...

Gryphynn bounces for joy as he sees it happen.  He shouts loudly in a huge voice, "Yeah! way to go Janna." he says as he sees her impress.

Nehyn gives one foot a shake empty his sandal of sand as he shifts to the other foot, deciding to come out from hiding, at least for now.  He moves to stand beside Eldana, leaning across to call to Kym,  "A bronze?  You sound like you actually want--oh!  Look at the one near Janna!"

Saran twists hearing a dragonet squeal! A cheer, voice already hoarse with shouts and calls of congratulations as he calls to Janna.

Hearitana sways herself, as she has always been wont to do, moreso now with nerves. Fright mingled with curious hope.

Minothurla offers a quietly serene smile to Freand. She stands there, near Fairelly, hardly moving as she spectates. She's hot and sweaty, sure, but childbirth was a lot worse. So she copes.

Tam grins in astonishment. "Janna?" Her grin turns into heartfelt laughter as she squeezes C'zar's hand. "A green! Oh congratulations Janna!!" she shouts across the sands.

C'zar is nearly dizzy watching the pairings occur, the group of to the side is growing..GULP, weyrlings...weyrlings he has to train. Huge grins spreads over his face, "Janna! Congratulations!", he turns to look for Tam, knowing she will be thrilled as well.

Rukar's eyes search and lock on jana, and give here a whooping, "Congrats!" before watching the eggs and waiting, just waiting...

Ailheen grins, "Congrats Janna!" She calls. She keeps one eye on the other green before glancing quickly to the eggs.

Eldana whoops loudly and jumps up and down, "Janna! She likes Janna!" She grabs onto Saran's arm and continues in her jumping, "See? See? See? Janna! Congrats!" Someone bump her, she's stuck again.

Kymra murmers uncivil comments to herself, sneaking back to attempt hiding behind the others.  "Oh?"  Swivling, she peers over towards Janna after Nehyn's comment, beam sliding onto her face.  "Ohh...Congrats!"  And so Kymra yells out her comment, likely lost in the others calls of  congratulations.

Freand inches closer to that serene smile the pain in his feet nearly fogotten.  If Min can be so calm so can he.

Muireann flashes a delighted grin at M'ars and then turns it to Janna. Green! "Congratulations!" She calls over, though the words may well be drowned out by the chaos on the sands.

Fairelly beamies, holding on tight to Mino.  "Well done, Janna!" she calls out enthusiastically... so many dragons, is there one for her?

Wildflower Meadow Egg half spins in place, as if trying to shrug off a favorite jacket that has become just too tight. Lemme out!

Fernox glances towards Janna, looking over the head of a shorter Candidate in his way to do so. "Congrats!" he calls over, eyes then torn away but the sudden lurching of the egg nearest him.  He ducks back behind his living shield of white clad Candidates and groans again, waiting for this nightmarish evening to end.

Dazed....bemused, Janna accepts Mishia's hug numbly, lost in the rainbow regard of the beautiful green. She sinks to her knees, tears pouring down her face. A huge, ragged intake of breath, and, "Oh, Morianth!" Her voice breaks, then steadies. "Morianth."

Saran shifts from foot to foot, absently nudging Eldana as he nods, "Aye..." he mumbles...eyes curiously sweeping over the mass of white robed candies...wondering who's heart is in thier throat and out of breath.

Arial holds her breath, remembering that moment of Impression.  "Janna!" she shouts, before waiting to hear the name.  "Morianth!  Oh, she's wonderful!"

Mishia smiles, a tear in her eyes. "Thanks, Morianth.. you take care of her." She says, a bit pointless, but it's her way.

Rukar weaves his way over to Mishia, taking and grasping her hand tightly with hope and nervousness. He then has to quickly jump out of the way as a candie charges past him, and then resumes his previous position.

Soulth searches for that perfect harmony to her melody...perfect sway to her rhythm. Wide eyes look and find that moment of perfection in song.  She finds it in Hearitana!

Mishia looks at Rukar and takes his hand in her other, squeezing softly, the tears trying to be held back and falling anyway. "Thanks."

Mysterious Lady Dragonet comes out of her pout rapidly, figuring she's cried enough over spilt milk.  Instead, she heads resolutely forward, bright eyes shifting left and then right.  Where oh where?

Hearitana gasps, eyes wide in shock. "Oh, Soulth... you wanted me?" She hugs the green head gently, tears streaming down her face. "I-I never knew...."

Gryphynn watches Janna happily and then turns remembering that there are other hatchlings.  He watches a blue impress to a young girl next to him and then a brown to a young man.  He watches the hatchlings move, still looking at the others.

Heart looks up, and shouts proudly, "Soulth found me! ME!!" She's just a little happy. ;)

Arial grins at the new pair, Heart and Soulth.  Lovely.

Nehyn cranes his neck around as greens Impress left and right, ultimately giving Kymra another poke--when in doubt, eh?  "Oh, now there's a happy pair," he remarks, indicating Heart and Soulth.

C'zar feels his throat getting a little choked...dark eyes beam a smile towards Heart and her lifemate, beckoning them also towards the group at the side.

Ailheen watches the Mysterious Dragonet, a small smile on her lips. She winces again but manages to keep both of her feet on the ground, just shuffling a bit.

Freand shakes his head making sweat dampened hair swing.  Eyes look around and he smiles his pleasure at the matchings taking place all around him.

Kymra manages a rather unobtrusive poke at Nehyn again -- or maybe not so unobvious.  "Mmmhmm," Kym replies, half-paying attention.  "Oh!  Yes, it is..."  She glances towards Eldana, tacking on, "What do you think?"  When it doubt, eh?

Rukar gently whispers a few words of comfort into Mishia's ear, telling her that no matter what, they will always be friends.

Mishia looks at him and nods, speaking a bit hoarsely, "Thanks, Rukar." She smiles weakly.

Eldana pauses in her hopping, dropping her hands and staring numbly at Kym, "Me? Think? What do I think abou' wha'?" She's not as stupid as she sounds at this moment -- maybe it's the heat, maybe it's the excitement, but she's missed the topic of conversation and can't answer the question.

Wildflower Meadow Egg quakes, and manages to roll out of its hollow... only to roll into another vacated one. Le sigh.

Mysterious Lady Dragonet stops and turns lightly on her tail.  Is that her?  The one she's been looking for?  She moves forward, hesitating only slightly, towards the girl with blond ringlets wearing a hand-me down robe.  Ah, too lazy to stitch her own?  She can whip the girl into shape.

Saran chuckles as he nudges the young girl, excitement catching as he almost bounces from foot to foot, "Arn't ye paying attention?" he whispers, another nudge as her egg of choice rolls...does it come closer?

Delicate flower petals shiver and shake, ripples flowing across the once peaceful surface of a springtime field. With one sudden jolt, that within awakens to seek the One that he has been dreaming off all this time. Shell falls away in a shower of petals and color, leaving behind a gangly and much surprised Baroque Marble-Angel Dragonet.

Baroque Marble-Angel Dragonet

Sun-kissed headknobs gleam atop the delicately chiseled head, eyeridges brushed cerulean mingling with the halo of his crown.  Creamy marble merged with summer's sunset sky, deepening to dusk as it flows down neck and chest, spreading to curved haunches before fading further into midnight's indigo tail, sprinkling stars like dust upon unruly spaded tip. Oversized wings arch like sheltering bows of sky, deeper sapphire touched by feathery cirrus clouds into palest translucentcy of periwinkle.

Morianth croons lovingly up at Janna, and nudges her impatiently. It's HOT here! Smiling fit to bust her cheeks, Janna stands, and brushes the sand from her robe. "C'mon, Morianth, love," she coaxes..."let's move out of everyone's way..."

Fernox side steps quickly as a blue dragonet flounces by. That was close.  His green eyes peer up towards the buzzing galleries in back, squinting to see if his old comrades are there.

Nehyn isn't thinking much at all right now, actually, but spotting a green edging nearer, he gives Kymra another nudge.  Poor girl.  "Oh, now take a look at that one, Kym.  It looks like she's got an interest in something or other...."  Like old robes.

Kymra shuffles slightly, tugging at the back of Nen's robe.  Short robe.  "Where's that green going?" she queries, nearly whispering.  "That one?  Or that one?  Or..."  She trails off, gazing at the newly hatched.  "That one's nice," she comments.

Gryphynn gasps as he sees egg after egg hatch revealing magnificent hatchlings.  "Oh, look.  A blue." he says with awe, distracted from the greens to the blue, though his eyes do dart between the hatchlings and the egg that has always seemed to call to him.

Freand shifts trying to /see/ everything all at the same time.

Rukar's deep blue eyes wander over to the newly hatched, commenting, "That one's a beauty, but then again they /all/ are."

Mishia swallows hard, standing up straight, watching Janna and Morianth leave. "She deserved it." She whispers.

Ailheen glances from each of her fellow candidates, smiling an encouragement to everyone. She turns her her back to the dragonets and the eggs, watching quietly.

Eldana nudges Saran right back and frowns a little, "I be payin' attention all right. So I missed a question. There be a lot happenin' ye know." Shards Dana, now's not the time to get into a sibling-like argument. The hot sands force her to start moving again and as she does she's just in time to catch the meadow egg spilling forth its contents onto the sand and as quick as she started to hop she stops again, mouth open before she tugs gently on Saran's robe and Kym's hand, "He be beautiful. D'ye see? Beautiful."

Heart smiles, kneeling next to Soulth, staying as near as she can to him. "Isn't he enchanting?"

Saran reaches down to try an tug back his robe being gripped...at least he's not in danger of flashing the galleries to their back. Eyes follow 'Dana's to the blue that hatched from 'her' egg, "Aye, graceful as a dream." he agrees, mentally storing the colors to be found on the sands that day...what an idea for an outfit...or half a dozen.

Baroque Marble-Angel Dragonet gets to his feet, shaking his head a little. How... unusual. Nose raises serenely, sniffing the air. Fascinating! So much to explore... but first, he needs something.

The web of charcoal lines flares; the hidden embers within springing to sudden  life, to burn, to heat, to melt each colour-stained pane. Stained Glass Egg  is finally subsumed; crumbled to ash, revealing the shadowy presence of Dreamscape of The Scream Dragonet.

Dreamscape of The Scream Dragonet

Rippling red and golden bronze striate the gaunt-boned form of this murky dragonet; an eerie churning of scattered autumnal shades that darken, waning, like sunset's surrender to the onset of night. Jagged joints jut like stark and unsettling omens, and spiked spars flare their skeletal fingers to display parchment-like sails, scribed with all the secrets of an age.  Neck and tail are thanksfully concise, an offset to the remainder of that lanky frame, and the harsh-cut 'ridges that scar his spine present a gothic silhouette.

"C'mon, Morianth, only a few more steps." Lovingly, the green nudges Janna's knee, and she stumbles a moment, before giggling. "We can rest at the side, away from the others." A few more steps, and Morianth sinks to the edge of the Sands with a large sigh.

Shock startles the Mysterious Lady Dragonet and she hastily butts Kymra's knees.  How could Kymra look at any other when /she/ was on the Sands?  Mine.

Rukar's eyes widen as a /bronze/ emerges from the egg he so adorns, or did adorned before it was burst. All he can do is squees Mishia's hand harder.

Gryphynn gasps, "A bronze." he nudges the boy next to him almost knocking him over, "Look a bronze." he says.  His eyes roam from the bronze to the blue to his favorite egg which has yet to even move.

Tug of war with Saran's robe? Maybe, because Eldana refuses to let go. Especially now that there's a green dragonet bumping at Kym. Dazed she looks at her friend, "Errrr, Kym?" Gently she loosens her hand holding Kym's. She may need it.

Minothurla watches the birthing bronze. Such an... unsettling creature twists even at her serenity. "My. He's... thin, isn't he." Well that's the nice way of putting it.

Nehyn edges over to nudge Eldana.  Wouldn't want her to feel left out, you see.  "Look at that blue.  Handsome fellow, eh?  Oh, and look at that darkish fellow--a bronze or brown?"  Should he hide behind Kym now?  Really, he's just babbling.  Someday he'll quit.

Mishia closes her eyes, still moving from foot to foot, squeezing his hand back.

Fernox's eyes blink as a bronze emerges, a truly interesting looking one at that. "Goodness." he gulps, stepping back next to his cohorts Eldana and Kymra.  Kymra?  He blinks as he spies the green standing by his fellow hideaway.  "Oh Kymra, congratulations."

Kymra drops a hand from Eldana's grasp, mouth slowly opening and closing.  Slowly, ever so slowly, she queries, breathless, eyes widened, "Gwyneth?"  Then again:  "Gwyneth!"  And she drops to her knees, mindless of scorching sands.

Ailheen wows as the Bronze hatches, he's a beauty. She watches the green as she impresses. "Congrats Kymra!" She calls out to her.

C'zar smiles at Janna and Morianth, turning his focus to them for a few moments, "Congratulations Janna, she's a lovely green." BLINK, head twists about, another impression! "Kymra!", his voice is drowned out though.

Janna turns at Sand's egde, and sees the bronze emerge. Her breath catches, and in a quite voice, she informs Moriath. "Oh, he's a pretty one." Then she notices one of the other greens at Kymra's feet. "Congrats, Kymra! Gwyneth!"

Fairelly blinks and smile, "Kymra?  Kymra!"  More bouncing.  "Gwyneth and Kymra!"

Saran takes a step back, trying to drag Eldana with him...that green is awfully close for comfort, even ifn she is more intrested in Kymra than them..."Way to go Ky...and Gwyneth." he offers, tacking on the green's name once Kymra shares it..."You'll need it..." though last part lost in more shuffling as feet not moving remind him of their tender state.

Nehyn could pass out, right about now.  "Kymra?  Jays, that sharding robe worked!"  Doesn't he wish he had one that lucky?  "Oh, Congrats!"  No more hiding behind her, eh?

Tam blinks and claps a hand over her mouth. "Shards! Kymra!?" she laughs and claps her hands. "Oh congratualtiions, Kymie!"

Eldana hops up and down, reaching for Nehyn's hand to replace Kym's, the other still anchored in Saran's robe, "Kym! Oh congrats Kym! She be beautiful. Gwyneth! Pretty name!" Jump, jump, jump. Hot sands or excitement, who knows or cares at this point.

Rukar grins, and throws a congrats to everyone who's Impressed so far, himself being to engrossed in what's happening to be able to move to the.

Morianth nudges Janna's hand...and lifts her head to the scene on the Sands. She squeeks as her clutchsister Impresses, and eyes whirl rapidly as she watches the bronze dargonet.

Arial almost jumps up for her former candidate mate before remembering her promise to remain respectable.  "Well done, Kymra," she calls instead.

Muire smiles broadly. "Ach congratulations, Kym!" The Weyr has finally nabbed the girl. Faranth help her.

Janna tears her gaze from the Sands, gazes fondly down at Morianth, and finally turns to the Weyrlingmaster. "Thanks, C'zar. I think she's just..." Here words fail the normally verbose girl..either that, or they're stuck behind that suspicious lump that forms in her throat as her eyes meet Moriath's again.

Mishia squeezes the hand softly, still shifting. Just ten armlengths to her right, a young pale woman collapses to her knees, tears in her eyes as a blue walks to her, his head tilted cockily.

Nehyn doesn't need to know what Dana's hand is doing inside someone else's robe, really.  But he clasps her offered hand in nervous excitement.  "She is beautiful, though, isn't she?  Gwyneth, I mean.  Not that Kym isn't, but..."  Oh, he should be quiet now, shouldn't he?

Obviously not.  Poor Nen.  Not that Kymra's paying the slightest attention to the other Candidates at this moment.  Eyes fairly feasting upon the green -- /Gwyneth/ -- her normally composed features break into the brightest of beams.  "C'mon," she urges, smiling down at he lifemate.  "This way!"  And off she goes, towards Caz and company.

Dreamscape of The Scream Dragonet flairs his wings before clapping them back against his side, taming his wild urges.  The truth is out there, and he'll find it.

Rukar's eyes follow the broze's movements carefuly, never letting them faulter from him.

Arial accepts Kymra in their corner of the Sands, beaming at her friend.  "Well done, Kymmie," she whispers again, pleased to accept the candidate no longer into the ranks of weyrlings.

Morianth creels impatiently. She's hungry! Janna's hand caresses her soft neck, and she quiets...for now.

Fernox investigates a likely brown, he licks his dry lips as he considers taking a step towards him.  But when the dragon moves off, he is all too glad he didn't make that embaressing revelation.  So many dragons, so many Candidates.  Then he shakes his head sternly at himself. What is he thinking?  He's not supposed to be here, he should be in the galleries instead with the other Fort guards, like Liani, or Branik, or Danallia!

Baroque Marble-Angel Dragonet pauses in his walk, testing the air again, a noise having gotten his attention. A fascinating noise. Alluring as a siren's song. It was there...

Kymra sneaks her glance away from the green only long enough to grin at Arial.  "Thanks," she replies, a bit tearfully.  Tears?  Kym?  Has something gone wrong?

Saran gives another half-hearted tug on his robe's hem...who's protecting who out here? Feet lift up and reverse in quick succession, pay back for his half-stupor of watching Ky impress.

Nehyn nudges Dana.  "Look, Kym's crying!" he whispers.  Well, it's more or less a whisper, over all the chaos on the Sands.  "You think she's okay?  Or just happy?"  Who ever heard of someone being unhappy on the day they Impress?

Gryphynn smiles as he watches the boy next to him impress to a brown and then turns back to watch the other hatchlings and hoping.

Ailheen shifts back and forth and back and forth trying to cool her burning feet. She glances up at the eggs, looking to see which ones are left before turning back to watch the dragonets.

Virgin Snow Egg's teasing is over, but it can't resist a last coy shimmy before it hatches.

Dreamscape of The Scream Dragonet examines the sea of white before him, daunting in it's expanse.  But he was never one to weaken and he visably bucks up, looking for the X that marks the spot.

Kymra is, indeed.  Tears of joy, though -- stealing another glance up, at her fellow Candidates, she gives a cheery wave, then drops her arm to trailing down Gwyneth's 'ridges, oh-so-perfect.

Tremors shimmer across the surface of the Virgin Snow Egg, as if shivering in anticipation. Nervous energy causes snow to melt, as trickling water in the form of minute cracks in the egg's shell radiate outward. There's an odd sort of noise coming from within, a humming of sorts, unearthly tones floating in the air. A soft green glow pulsates, moments before the shell disintigrates into shards.

Mona Lisa Dragonet

A mysterious smile curls invitingly across the maw of this dragonet, as if inwardly she knows a secret, but outwardly denies its knowledge. Wide eyes, large and luminous, are set like glowing orbs within an unusually large head,  giving her a waif-like appearance. Hide is a brilliant green color, like transluscent emerald, brightening considerably to near neon tones over long, delicate wingspars. Her tail cools to mere malachite, as the probing limb swishes intermittantly, reflecting this dragonet's deep thoughts. Talons are as dark as midnight, long and sharp, their obsidian shades glinting wickedly in starlight.

Mishia swallows hard, almost swaying a bit.  Her eyes open slowly. The swaying? Nah.. she's not heatstricken.. just shifting her feet.. yeah. Good thing she's had a lot of water lately.

Eldana watches Kym leave with Gwyneth before turning her eyes to Nehyn. In one of those sudden shows of maturity she rolls her eyes skyward. Kym's not here now, she'll have to take her place, "Ach, fer someone who talks o' warm bodies ye sure dinna know much abou' women do ye. She be /happy/ ye silly wherry!" Tsk of her tongue and then a grin spreads over her features as she winks at Saran. There! That'll teach Nehyn to tease her.

Rukar ,pulling at his tight chested but loose legged robe, sighs at the heat, watching the bronze's eyes searching the masses of white, while skipping from one foot to the other, and clenching Mishia's hand with a death grip.

Gryphynn smiles, and watches dragon after dragon hatch and then impress, still leaving a massive number of eggs and candidates.  His eyes follow the hatchlings, trying to see if any are heading for him and trying to prevent himself from being pushed to the side.

Mona Lisa Dragonet studies her surroundings carefully before proceeding. Objectivity, don't you know. Then, when she has examined the situation, she sets forth, approaching the sea of white-robed forms.

Saran chuckles as he gives Eldana a quick squeeze about the shoulders...girl's got pluck. "So ye gonna go attract a dragon or two this way?" he wonders, voice quivers slightly, he likes watching from a distance.

Mishia looks at Rukar. "Hot, isn't it." She says laconically, her eyes still gazing at the eggs.

Rukar doesn't even turn his head from the dragonets, but gently squeezes Mishia's hand in the form of a 'yes'.

Nehyn wrinkles his nose at Eldana, more surprised than offended.  "Well it sure looks like Kym's got a warm body to keep her warm at night, now."  The dragonet.  Yeah, that's what he means.  "Oh, now there's a lovely new green!" he exclaims, pointing to the one newly hatched.

Fernox stumbles out as a shove from behind propells him. "Hey watch it!" he grumbles, shying away from the path of lumbering green.  It's a sea of white capped waves out here, with plenty of sharp taloned creatures splashing through too.  A man could get hurt out here!

Ailheen glances from each dragonet to the newest green. She brushes a loose strand of her black hair away from her face as she starts to lift one foot up again and then the other.

Pluck she may have, but get in the way of those dragonets -- no way! Eldana merely shakes her head at Saran before giggling at Nehyn, "Aye, that she do." He's forgiven obviously. Ow! Hot feet. And once more she hops from foot to foot, her sweaty hand still curled in the folds of Saran's robe.

Baroque Marble-Angel Dragonet walks up to a boy, and snuffles his feet, jerking back sharply and shaking his head with a snerk of dislike. No, that one is too short. This one is too... too. Perhaps over here. He walks... no glides... towards a knot of candidates chattering about some nonsense about women and such.

Mona Lisa Dragonet sweeps past the white-robes, studying each with careful scrutiny. Accept nothing. Deny everything. That's her motto. The mystery of her gaze settles on a pudgy black-haired lad, but no. Not him. She moves down to a sinuous blond girl. But no. Definitely not. Each is examined and discarded quickly.

Mishia looks at the two dragons with curiousity, wondering how they choose, or what they look for.

Minothurla studies the skeptical green for a moment then turns her eyes outward once more. Too cynical, that one. A shame, really.

Nehyn catches his breath in a gasp, giving Eldana's hand a sharp squeeze.  "Dana!  Is that blue coming this way?"  She's lucky he doesn't have fingers free, else he'd poke.

Rukar is here, but is watching, just watching.

Saran continues with his deep rumbles of laughter, feet picked up and set back down...swaying awkwardly as he gives up on trying to get his robe lose...with any luck 'Dana is hiding a stain with her death grip.

Gryphynn smiles as he watches each hatchling look for its lifemate.  His heart pounds in his chest as he watches one come close, but then go towards another young boy.  He turns and watches another, hoping one might still come towards him.

Attention turns back towards the sands, the sea of white indeed and the dragonets moving through it. That blue! Is he coming this way? Nehyn echoes her thoughts and his hand is crushed, "Errr, aye, mayhaps. Back up! Move!" Feet try to backpedal in the slippery hot sand. Like she's going to be able to drag the men with her -- as if!

C'zar walks among the weyrlings and their hungry dragonets, grinning...a little tense though, so so many of them. He does his best to look confident though.

Seeking perfection, Baroque Marbel-Angel Dragonet finds, embodied within ageless wisdom caught between the world of a child and the world of a woman.  Hurrying to make sure she doesn't get away, he rushes up to Eldana, raising up to peer at her. Yes! This is the one!

Kymra waggles fingers at C'zar, commenting oh-so-brightly, "Gwyneth's hungry."  Yaah.  Turning attention to Sands for a bit, she spies Eldana's Impression.  Shriek.  Yes, that'd be Kym.  "Daaaaana!  Dana!  Dana!"

Tam watches with amusement and happiness at the exuberant candidates, remembering only too well how her own impression was like.

C'zar grins with a nod, "I know...soon they can eat", ouch...a shriek..whatever can that be about. He whirls about and grins, "Eldana! Shards! Congratulations."

Nehyn does move, losing his footing and going down in the sand rather behind Dana and her newly found lifemate.  Ack.  Now he'll have burns unmentionable places.

Fairelly squeals for the other girl, soomeone about her age.  "Dana! Dana!  Dana!" she chants, happiness and jealousy warring within her slight frame.

Ailheen continues to watch as she sees Dana impress out of the side of her eye. She turns towards her and calls out a Congrats!

A single tear weaves it's way down Rukar's face, watching all of his friends around him being bonded for life and love.

Saran forgets to breath as blue comes sniffing out 'Dana, "Looks like tag yer it." he steps away, gently tugging on his robe...maybe now nerveless fingers will let go, or his robe's going off to the side...without him.

Mona Lisa Dragonet snorts softly, turning from the last girl in the semi-circle; a carrot-topped child. Nearly right... but not quite. She's run out of white-robes, so she stands for a moment, swaying, before movement from the galleries catches her whirling eyes and she moves in that direction. Ah. There. She skulks closer. Another red-head to dissect.

Eldana blinkblinks and stops. Stops completely and drops her hands slowly, moving them to cradle the blue head gently, "Ilyth..." It's a soft breathless noise. Then louder, an exclamation, "He's Ilyth!!" And she beams, "And ye be the most beautiful thing I e'er seen." For him the final words. Eyes shine as she looks up at her fellows, a silly grin spreading across her face.

Arial sighs happily as another enters the ranks of weyrlinghood.  She makes her way to Eldana and her lifemate, "If you'd come this way Eldana and Ilyth, was it," she asks politely, leading the pair to the other 'lings on the outskirts.

Janna lifts adoring gaze from Morianth just in time to watch the bluerush with obvious intent towards Eldana. "Oh. Eldana! Ilyth! Congrats!" She stands to stretch cramped legs. She waves wildly in Eldana's direction.

Gryphynn smiles and watches another impression.  He looks towards the hatchlings and unhatched eggs, wondering if there is one that will be looking for him.

Muireann grins at the new pair. "Eldana! Congratulations!" And such a lovely blue, too.

Dreamscape of The Scream Dragonet makes his way, almost out of options.  One holder boy is rejected as is a harper lad.  He paces, pausing, knowing that the answer is out there, somewhere.  He just has to look hard enough.

Rukar sees the brozne wandering about in the fields of white, and sort of hops from side to side for a few moments, his poor feet being scorched through his sandals.

Overflowing Bookshelf Egg rolls and shakes, suddenly awake. Time to wake up! Soon...

Eldana releases Ilyth's head from her hands and places one on his neck, "Come my sweet, I think we be supposed to go o'er to the others." And with a careful step she begins to make her way over to the others that have impressed and the Weyrlingmaster. Kym's there she knows.

Gryphynn looks over seeing another egg rocking, and smiles, another one to come.  A hatchling impresses to a weaver lad to his right, while the bronze still wanders around looking.

Hands still resting 'pon Gwyneth's neckridges, Kym quirks a beam towards Eldana.  "You did it," she murmers quietly, slightest giggle emerging.  "What did I tell you?"

Two eggs roll, neighbors really.  Colliding in the small area given to them, their already stressed pink and purple shells crack and two bemused greens are left in the wake.  Stumbling a bit from their bumpercar routine, they weave and wobble, one finding a herder lass and the other a former steward.

Mona Lisa Dragonet reaches the gallery steps, crooning her query. Is this right? Is there one up there for her? Never mind the facts, at the end, sometimes there's only belief; only instinct. And so up she goes.

Fernox stumbles again, this time to side step a wandering blue.  Not Ilyth. No, he watched that dragon head for Eldana and more luck to her. He's got a mission now, to stay alive. Trust no one, for the dragon who'll probably make a mess of his life is probably out there.

Ailheen watches the rocking egg, still keeping one eye upon the dragonets.

Mona Lisa Dragonet ducks under the front rail of the galleries and climbs up the stairs.

Sabria blinks and turns to her weyrleader. "Is that green honestly going up into the galleries?" she gapes, shifting on her feet as she watches in amazement.

Kitiana watches the Mona Lisa Dragonet.  Who is she going for?

Gryphynn hears a noise from the crowd and turns watching one of the hatchling heading up to the galleries.  He giggles a little and smiles, then turns back to watch the myriad of hatchlings looking for thier mates.

Nehyn manages to scramble to his feet, hoping his tumble to the Sands didn't reveal anything too revealing to anyone who'd notice.  Ahem.  Interesting burns indeed.  He glances around him, finally deciding to edge towards a bunch of Candidates he's seen around but never really met.

Rukar turns watching the green actually going into the galleries! This is strange...

In the Galleries, Rhaine stares in suprise at the little green and turns about to see just who's catching her attention in the galleries. "Shards" she murmurs, blinking in astonishment.

In the Galleries, Mhairi peers confusedly and shakes her head in disbelief "What on Pern is that hatchling doing?"  She hasn't seen that done before.  She cranes her head to watch its progress.

K'pan blinks too, shrugging...he cranes his neck to watch.

In the Galleries, Ranra’s heart pumps. Who will it be? Who will appeal to the glistening green? Palms are unbearably sweaty, and she looks around to the people on the sands. Weren't they good enough? Who /does/ she want?

Elisandra watches the green and shakes her head. "Must be one of Fabrinath's, Sabby," she says.

In the Galleries, Caitlin blinkblinks and nudges Rowena "What is that green doing, doesn't she like the choices on the sand?"

Saran smooths out his robe...now handprints marr the grubby grey...a sigh, with luck his craft master isn't there, or can't see from her distance that his robe is less than immaculant...eyes twist to scour the galleries for a moment...trying to pick out a face, or two...but the heat blurs the distance. Shifting with painful mincing his attention is back to the eggs, steps follow in Nehyn's wake...crowds are better.

Muireann just shakes her head. Dragons will be dragons. "Jeemany. Hope she don't step on somebody up there..." Cause that could get messy.

Morianth suddenly creels loudly, and, catching the thoughts of her new lifemate, Janna turns to watch the green dragonet assail the stairs to the Galleries....

Ailheen gasps as the hatchling heads up into the galleries. She keeps her eye on the green, wondering what she's up to.

In the Galleries, Danallia's shock is magnified a hundredfold as the green dragonet comes up into the galleries. Always one to stress the facts, her heart beats rebelliously to stop denying everything and believe, just once, that the truth is out there.

In the Galleries, Am'ly gasps suddenly, with a sharp intake of breath, as a tiny green appears under the rail. Shuffling back away from the aisle, her eyes leave the sands for once. "Who?"

Mishia blinks, a bit suprised as she sees the green. This is unheard of.. well, not actually, it happenened before, but... well, it's just unusual.. Oh, I don't know.. She shakes her head at the illogic and continues her dance of the thermal currents..

Arial's jaw drops... "Great Faranth," is all she can mutter.

C'zar smiles welcomingly at Eldana as she joins the group then stares after the green, "Shells...Faranth help us all..".

In the Galleries, Vanetin nudges Brekka, "Who do you suppose...?"

Dreamscape of the Scream Dragonet pauses as a stumbling form falls in his line of sight.  Could that be the partner he seeks, the One that he who trusts no one could lay all trust in?  Bright jeweled eyes gaze up at Fernox.  Yes, you are the one I can believe in.

In the Galleries, Juliana gasps softly, tapping Am on the shoulder. "Look at the green! It's up here!"

In the Galleries, Miakoda grins wickedly as two people on her left shift to see something...oh, bless the gallery green. Miakoda slips to the left and foward, in the perfect spot, view unobstructed.

In the Galleries, Ranra bites her lip. Hard. She looks at the green with a rather frightened look, and she tastes blood. She looks around hoplessly, wishing that the little one would choose before she screams.

Mishia looks around, noticing her fellow guard impressing. "Congratulations, Fernox." She yells.

In the Galleries, Caitlin smiles softly, with a little shrug of confusion "Looks like she is seeking someone and didn't like the choice she has on teh sands so maybe she thinks her lifemate is up here on the stands."  She shakes her head "Poor wee thing, imagine knowing your lifemate is somewhere but you cannot find her."

Overflowing Bookshelf Egg shakes and shimmies. Hey, it's getting crowded in here! Egg rolls a ways to come to a stop in a deep hollow.

He knew it, he just knew it.  But if this bright voice in his mind isn't the truth, then what is?  (Surely not voices speaking in his head?)  F'ox reaches down to the bronze, face shining with revelation. "He's Mulderth! He says his name is Mulderth!"

In the Galleries, Mona Lisa Dragonet sees truth, is truth herself. The truth isn't out there... it's right here. And with that she turns her skeptic's gaze on Danallia.

Nehyn grins, waving brightly to Fernox.  "Congrats!  I knew you were the one!"

Ailheen turns back to the sands, she grins at Fernox, "Congrats!"

Arial makes her way to the new pair, "F'ox if you can bring Mulderth this way," she directs, herding the former guard towards the sidelines.

In the Galleries, Wonder of wonders, she chose /her./ And all she had to do was believe. Now she can seek the truth with her one true partner and love. D'ana smiles and nods her head. "Yes, Scullyth. We have alot of work cut out for us."

Leather covers tremble as something beneath the innummerable books of the Overflowing Bookshelf Egg seeks escape from the stack. An adventure story, perhaps, come to life?  Colors suddenly explode in a rain of falling pages as a Beaded Macrame Dragonet finds escape, rolling out onto the sands with a startled squawk.

Beaded Macrame Dragonet

Pale wicker streaks straw-like along the spartan conformation of this dragonet, mingled with umber humus in grittily woven nodules of colour. Plain-featured and crudely-fashioned, his wide-winged body is built for function, not form.  His neck and tail are sturdily sinuous, but bear no special grace.  Steeped in simplicity, he is honest in his imperfection. He is what he is what he is.

Wet Clay Egg gives a wibble, trying to dissemble itself. But all it does is plop, settling into a deeper grove within the sand.

In the Galleries, Ranra sighs with a wide grin. /Finally/ a release of tension. She shouts, "Congrats!" to D'ana, and looks at F'ox on the sands. She's glad that the day went without a hitch.

Minothurla sighs deeply. So many dragonets. But what's this? The dusty-looking brown is... interesting... So simple.

Saran glances over, a peircing whistle offered before a shout of congratulations.

F'ox? Mulderth? Janna seems to have missed an Impression, her attention trying to follow the green in the Galleries. Turning, she cheers for the lad once known as Fernox. "Congrats!" Her hand trails downward to stroke velvety green neck.

Fairelly gazes at Mino and the dragonet that caught her gaze.  Interesting, and yet not for her.  She eyes the eggs around her, waiting.  Is there one for her or will she be returned to Healer?

Gryphynn chants as he sees a couple candidates he knows impress, "Way to go." he calls out and watches the eggs.

"Fernox?  Err..F'ox?"  Kym's actually paying a bit of attention?  Scary thought.  “Allright!"  She's happy for her former Candidate-in-hiding, yep.  But for now...she's just enamored with Gwyneth.

Beaded Macrame Dragonet shakes himself from nosetip to tailtip, bits of shell being tossed off. There now... Whirling eyes gaze out upon the sands... the chaos of the moment. Hey! Wait for me! He rushes forward only to fall headlong into a sandbar. Ptoo!

Nehyn ohs, nudging some nondescript candidate who's not really paying attention to him, some Smith lad who's not half as fun as Kymra or Eldana.  "Oh, check out that brown," he remarks.  Pure innovation, he is.

Mishia looks around, seeing a young man just three feet from him impress an almost violet blue. "His name's Badurth." He whispers. Mishia looks to him and smiles. "Congratulations, Der.. D'row."

Gryphynn watches the eggs that are still moving and other hatchlings, wondering if one is going to head for him.  He winces as the one runs into the sandbar, and occasionally cheers as he sees an impression.

F'ox, Mulderth, and others head off towards the edge of the sands where the weyrlingmaster and crew await.  A look of utmost surprise still on his face.

Rukar grins, watching the newest dragonet make his way through the sand, after a slight fall. "I hope he's allright," he says, as he watches him make his fall.

Wet Clay Egg wobbles now, stuck deep in the sand, wobbling upon its broad axis before it comes to a halt. Sand is sprayed, perhaps sticking to that wet looking surface... but the egg does still.

Saran cranes his neck...watching all the impressions happening around him, idly shifting from foot to foot he tries to count the pairs already made...green, blue, green, green, whoops was that the first...start over.

Minothurla's hair has become pure frizz, heat-frazzled and wretchedly sweaty. But she seems oblivious. Infinitely patient, she simply waits for dragons to approach if they will; or not, if they won't.

Ailheen winces as the Macrame hatchling falls, that had to hurt a bit. She glances at the eggs quickly, then turns to the galleries, keeping an eye out for that green.

In the Galleries, Scullyth moves over to her partner and croons softly.  They're out there. Simply believe.  Now let's go down and find Mulderth. ;)

In the Galleries, D'ana chuckles softly and nods her head. "Yes....let's find Muldereth," she agrees with her green.

In the Galleries, Skullyth warbles knowledgably and leads the way.....

In the Galleries, Skullyth slips under the front rail of the Galleries and drops onto the sands.
In the Galleries, D'ana slips under the front rail of the Galleries and drops onto the sands.

Rukar starts wobbling from foot to foot, not just from heat, but also from nervousness.

Nehyn nudges through the ranks of candidates, away from that Smith, who's suddenly sweating too much.  "Hey there.  Hi.  Sorry about that.  Eep, my toes."  And so he progresses.

Romilly pauses to scrub her short hair and watches the Eggs, trying to stay calm.

Wet Clay Egg sludges, appropriately, a shudder passing along. So much for that consistancy keeping up... will it blow?

D'ana smiles in wonder and astonishment, nodding her head at her hungry green. "Yes, yes, we will." She looks around and then shouts, "F'ox!" Green eyes wide and lips parted in welcoming grin. "I thought we were going back to Fort!"

Summer Sunset Egg shimmers and brightens, the last light before the dark?

Gryphynn sighs as he watches hatchlings go for the other candidates.  He still hopes and watches the other eggs closely.

F'ox raises a hand to the back of his head and rubs it. "I guess not D'ana."  What would Captain Skinner say back at Bitra?

Morianth croooons softly as her clutchsister comes back from the Galleries. Her gently whirling eyes speed up a bit, just beginning to be touched with the red of her active appetite.

Sludge slides, slips, slithers; the wet earth moulded by some inner hand... or paw... But what shape does it take? What new creation forms? The topmost shards splinter free, though the base remains firm; and suddenly it's dragonet on the half-shell as the Venus on a Clamshell Dragonet clambers free.

Venus on Clamshell Dragonet

Rich, briny hide reflects the drowned hues of underwater vegetation, muted kelp circulating under layers of current that cascade with crystalline clarity over her lithe, athletic frame. Minty froth churns at the edges of her extremities, slender limbs etched in that pearlescent hue, which repeats in delightful abandon along each spar's length, as the foaming nacre crests of waves nearing shore ripple across raked sails furled to the winds. Her elegantly chisled head rests atop a sinuous neck that swells forward like the prow of some proud ship, cutting forwards through the waves of chaos.

Beaded Macrame Dragonet pauses, looking like the world is being just too mean. Where is whom he seeks! Where! *creeeeel!*

Ailheen shifts from foot to foot, keeping her eyes on the eggs as they start to wiggle.

Saran glances back to the galleries just in time to catch the new rider...that the green went in search of, "Lucky..." he mutters, didn't have to stand for hours on these hot sands...

Romilly looks at the Clay Egg and tilts her head to one side, watching.

Minothurla's face softens. Ah look. The poor dear's hungry. "So sweet, aren't they? When they're babies?" She murmurs to Fairelly. Pity they turn into such scamps when they grow up.

Rukar eyes the Summer Sunset Egg. "Hmm... that egg looks interesting," he says to no one in particular.

Gryphynn smiles as he watches another egg hatch and smiles.

A slightly scared candidate sidles closer to Nehyn.  "Umm..Umm..Umm...Nehyn?" she squeaks.  "Tha's your name, right?"

Fairelly eyes the brown critically, "I dinna know, he looks right awkward iffn ye be askin' me."

Venus on Clamshell Dragonet is here. Adore her. Well, adore her once she gets that bit of shell off her wing. It's attacked with an efficent ferocity, flicked off by her muzzle. Head tilts, watching sires and dams, before she croons. I am here... aren't you lucky? A pause, before she looks at those white clad things across from her. Hmm.

Beaded Macrame Dragonet rushes forward, then stops again. Indecision and confusion plain on his little face. Then... an interesting scent catches his attention. There? Maybe?

Mishia smiles a bit as she sees the egg hatch, and then jerks her head over to the Macrame dragonet as he protests.

The curtain of night ripples across the smooth surface of Summer Sunset Egg,  the peace of dusk abruptly disturbed by the no longer sleeping one within.  Torn asunder by the first glorious rays of the moon who appears as night encroaches with merciless determination, spilling out the pale flower of Skylark of Poetry Dragonet for all the world to see.

Skylark of Poetry Dragonet

Velvet sky descends to dominate his soft hide, blending into sunset's regal violet along his belly, then paling to the glowing silver of predawn pearly iridescence on the horizon of the lilac tinged ridges upon his arched neck. Raked wings are aswirl with snowy clouds, natural aerial camoflague for a flyer born to soar. His large whirling eyes set in a sculptured head reveal a tendency to laugh with joyous abandon, to match the barely concealed excitement evident in the twitches of a sensitive tail-tip.

Nehyn spots--or half-spots--another green hatching, trying to peek over the shoulders of half a dozen amazon weaver girls drooling over the macrame brown.  "Oh, um.  Yup?" he says, spotting the scared-looking candidate.  "Got any weaver repellant?" he asks with a toothy grin.

Tam yawns...unintentionally, as it's been a rather unusual hatching. She'd never seen a stands impression before. But for some reason, she is exhausted. Eyes blink once and she makes her way towards the new 'lings, standing next to C'zar and leaning her head on his shoulder.

Romilly looks at the Macrame Dragonet and turns to face it. "Poor thing." she murmers, sympathizing.

Gryphynn turns and looks as another egg hatches.  He watches the hatchlings and wonders who they are going to go for, could it be him?"

Beaded Macrame Dragonet creels in high pitched tones, hurrying forward for a bastion of comfort and eternal patience, and stopping in front of Minothurla. Mine? Mine!

Saran glances over to Nehyn, "Why ye be wanting to get rid of weavers?" he whispers...can think of a few ways to distract those girls..."Rip yer robe." is his suggestion...it'll get there attention.

Ailheen blinks as all the hatchlings seem to hatch at once, she turns her head right and left trying to watch each one.

"Umm?"  Blond-haired girlie ponders for a moment, frown etched in her face.  "Don'...don' think so."  Whatever.  Sneaking a bit closer to the feral Candidate, she offers up, "I like the green.  Which d'ya like?"

C'zar slips his arm about Tam's waist, "Hot...tired?", he asks her with a soft glance before focusing again on the weyrlings and dragonets that soon will need to be taken to the weyrling area, hungry dragonets all over!

Skylark of Poetry Dragonet stretches one wing and then another, almost tempted to try them out now and yet not with the parental units looking on.  All four of them.  Pity.

Venus on Clamshell Dragonet supposes she should choose someone from this bunch... as ragtag as they look. Head is tossed, the waves of sand parting for her. Well, she is moving between a few dunes, as she moves herself closer to these things in white. The first, a gawky miner lad, is promptly dismissed. Hmmph.

M'othur rests a plump hand on the straw-coloured brown's head. "Yes, Earth dear. We'll find some food for you straight away."

Arial offers a cross-eyed disgusted look at Caz and Tam... do those two never stop that lovey-dovey stuff.  Ugh.  Vomitous.  Of course, Ari could just be jealous. ;)

Nehyn isn't feral!  Or at least, not often.  "Oh sure, she's nice.  If I could see her."  He pokes a couple weaver girls in the back until they make room.  "Rip my robe?  I don't think so.  If it were any shorter, I wouldn't have any robe left!"

Kym is lovey-dovey.  Just not publicly.  Well...unless you count Gwyneth?

Elisandra smiles, leaning against Zivath wearily. "No, you were much lovelier and much, much more graceful when you hatched, love." Of course. ;)

Tam's reply is another yawn. "Tired, I think....." Dark eyes glance briefly at the dragonets and their lifemates. "Gonna be more tired soon, though," she chuckles softly as she considers all those eggs not yet hatched. She, or course, chooses to ignore Arial. >;-)

Gryphynn smiles as he thinks once again that he might have a chance.  His heart pounds in his chest as he sees another hatchling appear, Could it be the one?  He watches a young girl impress a green next to him and he smiles and congratulates her and then turns back to see if one of these might go for him.

Romilly stays put when the Macrame Dragonet rushes, watching nervously.

Saran chuckles as he follows Nehyn through the crowds opening, "It'd distract them..." he tries to convice the holder with a grin..."It would!" hands held up in defense as he quiets...nervously eyeing the dragonets milling about.

Romilly chuckles a bit and ducks some of the flying sand from the Venus Dragonette, trying to avoid getting sand in her eyes.

Venus on Clamshell Dragonet creates a minute tsumani of dust, nearly getting the whorlwhind into the eyes of a smaller girl, a former seacrafter. Something... but just not quite. Onward she moves, upon the hunt, gaze seeking but just now finding what would be perfect.

Slightly-ditsy blonde follows, of course -- she's latched onto Nehyn.  Hers.

Skylark of Poetry Dragonet rushes forwards, towards the clouds of white dancing before him.  Curiousity causes him to peer at each face, each robe, each candidate.  Is this the one to share the skies with me?

Mishia still almost hops from foot to foot, looking like a dancer, almost. 'cept Mish can't dance. She can, however keep her feet cool this way..

Minothurla, now M'othur, gently leads Earth off to one side, still surprisingly serene for having just impressed the brown. But then, he's just another sort of child, isn't he?

Romilly moves from one foot to another as the heat sinks into her feet.

Rukar is starting to feel alone, with so many of his friends gone away from their group. Is his lifemate out there, somewhere?

Morianth nudges J'na's leg.

Ailheen tries to watch both of the hatchlings, finding it nearly impossible, she just keeps turning her head, trying her best.

Nehyn smirks at Saran.  "Oh sure, probably.  And I bet they'd just tumble all over themselves begging to mend it, hmm?"  There's reason he didn't fix the hem.  The sharding thing is short enough already.  Yet all of a sudden, the robe is forgotten, as Nehyn peeks back at some particular green that's following him.

Fairelly eyes min- no M'othur and Earth enviously and yet, he wasn't for her.  That she knows.  "Congradulations Mino!"

Gryphynn just stands there on the sands, his feet being burn by the heat, but he doesn't feel it, so distracted by the magnificent hatchlings is he.  He makes not a sound, his heart in his throat.  He watches oh so closely at the hatchlings.

Romilly waves at M'othur in congradulations.

Mishia squeezes Rukar's hand gently, crouching a bit, getting at least her heels off of the flaming sands. Her headband slips down slowly, eliciting a frown from her. Drat.

Venus on Clamshell Dragonet pauses and spies... what is /this/? Who is that pair wandering around? A soft harrumph can actually be heard from the tiny, if rotund dragonet, as she makes her way toward a clinging cluster of candidates. What is going on here? A girl is nudged, as she peers up at the faces.

J'na motions Morianth closer.

Skylark of Poetry Dragonet catches a glimpse of something... who's that girl there?  Simple and unadorned, she's just his style.  He moves closer, closer, closer... almost floating upon the sand.

Blonde-haired Girl continues to flaunt and flounce after Nehyn, beaming adoringly up at him.  "Where're you going?" she wonders innocently.

Ailheen watches the Venus hatchling wondering who she's going to pick. She turns to watch the Skylark for a few mins also, trying to do both at the same time.

Nehyn tsks at the ditzy blond following him--isn't it just typical?  "Watch out now, one of these weavers will crush you."  Yeah, the amazons.  Suddenly, he clears his thoat.  "I, er, think someone's following us."  He indicates the green dragonet.  Any more folks in this group, and it'd be a parade!

Gryphynn smiles as he watches the hatchlings go towards candidates that he knows.  He wishes them well and congratulation, though there is something hiding in his eyes as he turns back to those still wandering around and the unhatched eggs.

Do the Conga!

A'razi laughs softly at the game of follow-the-leader processing across the Sands.

Rukar just watches as the current dragonets make their pick, mind pondering the ever-present question 'Is my lifemate out there?'

Ariba! .....no wait, wrong dance.

Romilly perks up at the Harrumph, then grins, and tries to keep looking at the entire clutch, not just one specific one.

C'zar squeezes Tam's waist again and chuckles, "Would ya loook it that?". All sorts of things to be seen on these sands...a hatching never to be forgotten.

Saran drops out of the game...he'll let Nehyn lead the progression...though steps are minced as he avoids the amazon weavers that have the holder concerned...shifting, testing his feet to see how long they can stand to stay against hot sands before changing feet...sandals at the time were a good idea.

Batting eyelashes, the girl sidles a bit closer to Nehyn.  "Can't let tha' happen!" she exclaims, almost clinging on to the Candidate.  Not to mention such a short robe....my.

Romilly blinks up at the Dragonete.. could that one be looking at Her?

Mishia stands a bit after her heels cool, and she continues to watch the dragonets emerge, a hand moving into her pocket and clenching around something.

Tam nestles her head closer, nose pressed against C'zar's neck, eyes blinking a bit again. "So many hatched, and yet...so many more to go...."

Venus on Clamshell Dragonet completely nudges that blonde out of the way. /Flawed/. This is now what she wants. Now this other one... the ebony locks that are oh silk fine, and that face! Adoration seems to be bestoed upon Nehyn, as she wraps herself about him. /Hers/.

Arial politely averts her face from the coddling couple... really, if she wanted so much sweetling, she'd ask Eldana to bake for her.

Oh, there she is, the /one/ he was looking for.  Had she been hiding?  He almost missed her.  Skylark of Poetry Dragonet stares up at Romilly lovingly, here is his soulmate, the one he wants to share the skies with.

Elisandra eyes Tam and C'zar, shaking her head. How can they stand to snuggle up out /here/ in this /heat/?

A'razi gives the pair an amused look. Couldn't even wait 'til they were off the hot Sands, apparently.

C'zar mmms to Tam, "I know...I know...", he says then strains to see. "Shells, is that Nehyn?" Exciting! Kymra and Nehyn both have found their lifemates at last! Eyes bug wide, "An Romilly!".

Gryphynn smiles, "congrats, Nehyn," he says and turns to see who the other hatchlings are going after.  He looks at the eggs, are any more moving?  Will the hatch?

Romilly BLINKS!!!!, then drops down to look at the Dragonette, "A... A.. Arventh?" she shakes her head, looking as if someone had smacked her with a board.

Ailheen smiles as the two hatchlings impress, she turns and calls out a congrats to Romilly and Nehyn before turning back to look at the eggs.

Gryphynn turns and give congrats to Rommilly, and looks, realizing that no more of the eggs are moving.  He lowers his head a little, but then bites his lip and forces a smile to his face and beams congrats to another.

How..how rude!  The ditzy girl sniffs slightly, then flounces away.

Arial lets out a whoop, "Well done, Nehyn!  Cariath is lovely!" and then another Impression, directly after, "And Romilly!  Good job," she calls.

Mishia smiles softly. "Congratulations, Romilly, Arventh.." She looks at Nehyn. "Great going, Nehyn, Cariath..." She waves to them, her hand still in the pocket.

"Nehyn! Congrats!" Janna's cheer is a little bit quieter, yet no less heartfelt, as she smiles at him and Cariath. She scritches Moriath to distract her from her stomach, and looks out across the Sands at the eggs and Candidates remaining.

C'zar notices a lull in the hatching, "Hmmm, I think we'd best get this bunch off to the barracks", shards, poor others that have to stay out here on hot sands, waiting for the sound of eggs cracking. Caz does his best to raise his voice about the chaos, "Weyrlings? Bring your lifemates...", he steps away from Tam, "Maybe you an Arial kin make sure they all get off the sands ok love?".

Saran glances as two impressions happen almost simultanously, "Good luck..." they'll need it, he's sure.

Tam manages enough energy to lift her head from C'zar's shoulder - fine, fine, jealous people >;-) - and smiles. "Oh thank Faranth! Nehyn and Kymra both at last! And....Romilly?" She laughs in delight at the well chosen lifemates and their lovely dragonets.

Mishia sighs and looks for a convenient way to seat, waiting for eggs to crack as they start to lull off. "You ok, Rukar?"

Romilly kneels to look at Arventh. "I'm Romilly"

Nehyn? Cheers for Nehyn? Eldana raises her head from where it rests against Ilyth's jowl, "Nehyn? Nehyn! Congrats!"

Kym's eyes widen happily, and she mimics her earlier shriek at Eldana.  "Neeeeen!"  She beams, bouncing brightly.  "Allllright!"  No sickness for Nehyn, this time!  Gwyneth croons.  Hungry, ma.

Arial starts herding the unImpressed towards the entrance to the Sands, where tents and cots had been set up.  "Seems to be a bit of a lull, best if you all get a bit of sleep before we start again."

Fairelly makes her way out, about to drop from heat and exhaustion.  A cot never sounded so good.

Gryphynn watches the new weyrlings start to leave the sands and he waves to J'na, "Bye." he says softly and turns to look back at the eggs.

Tam nods at C'zar, stiffling yet another yawn - shards, why is she so tired? She too helps Arial begin to instruct the new weyrlings. "If you can head to the barracks? She asks a few stragglers on the sands as the eggs are still once more.

Saran pauses to brush out wrinkles in his robe as he trails after the other hopefuls, some not looking too hopeful. Mind in a whirl as he wonders ifn they have posted guards...some of that enough to scare the brawnest man..let alone /him/.

Romilly blinks a bit dazedly at Tam. "Huh?"

Tam points to the barracks. "Follow the others, Romilly." She grins down at the newly hatched blue and smiles. "There is food there Arventh. More than enough to feed that rumble in your belly."

Tam proceeds to tiredly shoo the stragglers, both new weyrlings as well as still candidates. "Please, it's very hot and the eggs are quiescent now. Candidates, go the entranceway, weyrlings, head for the barracks."

Zivath crooons, but some of her brood is still here. Elisa looks up and sighs. "What? ut dearest, I'm /hot/. Can't I go for a little while and cool off?" Nope. Stay. Here.

Weyrling Barracks

Spartan is the word to describe the weyrling barracks, which are meticuously kept clean by its inhabitants.  This immense cavern holds the future of the weyr, bright from the numerous glows hanging off the stone columns.  Cold stone couches lined with furs, chipped out of the bedrock and smoothed by time and use, are there for the young dragons and their riders, lining the walls by the dozens.  In the back of the room are large tables, some carrying platters of fresh meat, serviced by the senior weyrlings.  Beside them are tall vats of oil with long handled brushes leaning up against them and rags piled neatly on a small stand alongside.  In the corner of the barracks is a closed door, leading into the WeyrlingMaster's Office.
Eldana, C'zar, and Kym are here.
 

Tam shuffles in, another yawn threatening to split her face in half. Silently, she leans up against a wall and smiles at the new dragonet pairs in the barrracks.

A'razi watches all the 'babies' quietly. Interesting.

Morianth creeeels loudly. She's been patient, she's been quiet, now where's the /food/?

Gwyneth peers 'round curiously, afore bringing attention back to Kym.  Hey, ma, here's the food?

J'na looks down at her stomach as it rumbles in sympathy along with Morianth's. Shells! Everyone her /musta/ heard that! Embarassed, she hastily assures Morianth that she'll be fed soon.

A'razi bursts out laughing. "If everyone would look over there..." he points... "You'll find nice fresh meat for those starving maws."

Ilyth peers at his clutchmates and bumps Eldana lightly, in the direction of the fresh food even. A soft chuckle escapes the former cook, "Aye, ye be hungry, I know. 'N' me a cook 'n' I havena served ye dinner yet." She moves towards the awaiting food, Ilyth hot on her heels.

Arventh creels piteously as he rushes in, all but bowling over his lifemate and making his demands known.

A'razi grins at the boisterous blue, then points again. "That way, young one... all the food you can stand." And then some.

C'zar is glad there are plenty of buckets of meat around. "Make sure they chew well..", Asarith tried to gulp it down without chewing.

A'razi didn't know how many to butcher for, Caz... of course there's plenty. :)

Iona pokes her head in, "Just checking on everyone. Everyone doing okay?"

Romilly whuffs as she's all but run down. "Ok Ok..” she looks at A'razi with relief "Thanks!" and leads her lifemate over to the meat and begins to gently show him  the food and helps feed him, making sure that the meat's chewed before it disappears down that hungry maw.

A'razi glances at Iona and smiles, "Seems to be." Too cheerful tonight. Must have won some bets.

Kym rushes to a bucket, as does the gangly green that serves as her lifemate. Awww.  Isn't that sweet?  Gwyneth gulps, while Ky reprimands, "Slow down, Gwyn!  Chew, okay?"  Okie, ma.

Iona smiles "I'll leave you to it then. Take care."

Tam nods her head as she hands another bucket of meat over to another 'ling. "Yep!"

Eldana begins to feed Ilyth carefully, looking towards A'razi for guidance, "Too fast? I dinna want him to choke." Slowly, Ilyth, slowly. Chew first!

J'na looks tenderly down at Morianth. "Did you hear, love? The food's just over here.." She patiently coaxes her towards the back of the barracks, where the scent of meat hangs thickly in the air. Selecting a smallish chunk from a platter, she holds it out flat on her palm, as she'd offer an apple to a runner. "Mash it up with your teeth now, like this." And she demonatrstes to Morianth, who imitates her lifemate exactly.

A'razi grins at Eldana. "Make him chew, then swallow, then offer more." No, he's never done this before. Nuh-uh.

Tam drops the bucket in front of yet another weryling and repeats A'razi's recommendation. "Make them chew slowly. Don't want them to inhale the food." No matter how much they want to. ;-)

Romilly looks over at Tam and watches carefully, concentrating on the instructions.

Morianth daintily takes the chunk of meat from J'na's hand. Carefully, she sets her teeth /juuuust/ so, and mashes enthusiastically down on the meat. Pretty good start, and CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEL announces her need for oreMoremore!

Eldana watches Ilyth carefully. Yes chew, with teeth and she opens and closes her own mouth, showing her own strong, white teeth in a weird sort of grimace to her lifemate. Ilyth pauses, cocking his head to watch and then mimics slowly. "Now swallow it 'n' I'll give ye another piece." Eldana directs with a proud smile.

Kym pauses in the Gwyneth-feeding, glancing towards the other riders.  They know what they're doing, right?  Listening quietly, she soon resumes her chatter with the green, restricting her meat-chunks until Gwyneth /chews./ Good dragonet.

A'razi wanders over to a pair and grins. "While he's eating, you can start oiling him. Must be oiled. Daily."

J'na looks down at Morianth, smiling softly. "Chew it slower, dear, and close your lips next time. That way you won't have so much fall out of your mouth." Patiently, she leans down, and pantomimes taking a piece of meat, chewing it well, and swallowing. Watching intently, Morianth copies J'na, and the rest of her first meal proceeds smoothly.