The following is a log of roleplay on Star Stones MOO, logged by Dallaney.
All references to the world and characters of Pern™ based on Anne McCaffrey's fiction
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Weyr Lake Shore Sand stretches from bowl's floor to water smoothly, leaving a mere lapping of slight waves to slap against the shoreline. The sand is left less packed here than it is in the bowl, the soft sand underfoot opening onto the Weyr's oasis. Mirror-like water can reflect merciless sun into the eyes of the unwary, but the bold colors of a sunset casting colors against the lake makes this a much-favored spot. Far to the northwest, the hurry of the living cavern area is left behind and the warmth that penetrates through a weary body on the unshaded shore rivals that of the hatching grounds to the northeast. Perched somewhere up high, you see Crazy, Bayou, Pharoah, and Radiance. You see Maniac, Life Hymn Egg, Tiny Yellow Volkswagon Egg, Steel Grey Handgun Egg, Dusky Cobalt Tapedeck Egg, Bulky Green Chopper Egg, Dark Purple F-15 Egg, Sleek Blue Hovercar Egg, Pale Pink Convertible Egg, Big Red Semi Egg, and Hatching Rules -- Read! here. Gershom, Fedall, Shiana, Kaetlyn, Raiden, Quinta, R'il, Tadiera, R'sha, Jasyra, and Anthy are here. The following dragons are here: Nevanth, Murath, Vhenoth, Lhanath, and Lycaenth From here you can go: Feeding Grounds Complex Shallows Kaetlyn slips in, following the crowd curiously. In her arms, Jaelyn dozes, head resting on mother's shoulder. Sapphire eyes search the gathering, apparently seeking... someone. Who it is, though, is anyone's guess. Crazy ignores all those silly people running around his beach and HIS eggs. Creeping to the edge of the clutch, he sits back on his haunches and croons softly. Spiderclaw_Guest has arrived. Spiderclaw_Guest arrives. Fedall has connected. Radiance flicks back white-gold wings, smoothing pristine pinions along her dorsal ridge. A quiet thrum reverberates from golden throat, queen announcing her exhalted presence. You may worship now. Sleek Blue Hovercar Egg hears the sweet trill of its...err... mother's? humming and responds in kind as it can. Spin spin spin... Crack-ZIP! Sleek Blue Hovercar Egg suddenly falls away in a streak of pale blue as Swift Blurr Blue Hatchling dashes onto the scene. Swift Blurr Blue Hatchling Rake thin and arrow-straight, he dashes from point A to point B with little more than an eyeblink's notice. Small, even for a blue, his lack of physical stature merely emphasizes his speedy physique. No scrap is safe from his darting jaws; no Thread can escape his flame, nor green his grasp. His hide is an even pale blue - or at least, no discernable markings can be seen, as he rarely holds still long enough for any kind of examination. His tail is long, long, LONG, easily doubling his length with its reach. Tadiera tries to grab the brown, who keeps getting away. Annoyed he starts flying in circles about her head, she drops her pack, a moment later drops herself.... OOoh, dizzy, to much spinning. She notes spinning egg and closes her eyes, missing the hatched blue. Typical. Jasyra dismounts from her lifemate and pulls off her jacket and riding helmet. "Indeed Lycaenth...rather warm here. Don't believe I like the climate as much..." she mutters to the brown who is busy getting situated. "Indeed." is the last thing said as Jasyra moves on towards a gathering. Unsure of whether or not it is private, Jasyra moves slowly, then a simple, "Oh." emerges from her lips at the sight of yet another firelizard hatching. R'il has connected. Swift Blurr Blue Hatchling shivers suddenly despite the warm desert air. What's this? Wind in my face? Hey! He kinda likes it. What's that? Mom? He bumps against Crazy, smearing egg goo over the mossy brown's hide, then half-regains his balance and zooms off to explore the scattered shards of his eggshell. Fedall decides to investigate all the noise he is hearing and ::'s fingers tighten around his walking stick, as he contines to watch....and listen, enjoying both the tune, and the view of the little firelizard enjoying the sound. Such a wonderful passtime. Whether he is playing music....or listening to it....he can never get enough. Gershom strolls rather quietly along the lake shore, having just dropped off a few supplies from Crom. Ah, the life of a gopher. Though the meatroll he munches on goes to show he doesn't do all the work for nothing. Seeing a tiny flash of blue among a small gathering of people, he perks up and makes his way over toward the commotion. Slipping haphazardly down the side of the impatient green dragon most people call Lhanath, R'sha steps well out of the way of the heavy feet already stirring into movement once again and turns to watch her lifemate shuffle down to the water as fast as she can go. "Silly girl," she calls after the disappearing form, "is Igen so hot for you that only a few minutes of circling the bowl leaves you so uncomfortable that you can't wait long enough for me to even dismount properly before you go douse yourself?" The snort that follows in answer causes her lips to curve upwards into a broad grin. Turning away from the water to find something to keep her entertained while waiting, the huddle of eggs carefully guarded by the brown catches her attention, as well as the blue streak heading -- where is the crazy thing heading, anyways? Fingering a lumpy pouch thoughtfully, she starts to cross the sand closer to investigate, nodding absently to the others. Fedall decides to investigate all the noise he is hearing and slowly climbs up the small incline, blinking in suprise at the sight of LyCaenth's form. How did he not even -hear- her coming? Then again..he was absorbed in his music at the moment. "Er...excuse me..." he offers in Jasyra's direction, glancing left and right at the gathering people. "Is such a busy time of day normal?" he asks cautiously. Of course it never occurs for him to look -down-.... Tadiera still has her eyes closed, clutching her stomach. Kiwi takes oppertune moment to go examine fruit-eggs. He lands a few feet awat, a little wary of Crazy... A brown, a mommy? Kaetlyn's gaze follows the apprentice through the crowd as she settles Jaelyn more firmly on her hip. Shrugging slightly, the masterharper slowly wends through the gathering, trying to percieve the reason. Then blue is spotted, and all comes clear. " Well now," she murmurs, settling to the warm sands to watch. Anthy moves in silence along the shore, a mere shadow of reality, eyes flicking around in their usual nervous movements. All she has to do is find the necklace, pick it up, and get out. That's all she has to do. Okay, here we go...urk. People in her way, this might complicate things. Why did she have to lose it here, of all places? It's a veritable haven for crowds, as Anthy should've figured out by now. With a soft, dejected sigh, the young woman edges around the outskirts. Glitter of gold...glitter of gold...it's got to be here somewhere. Dallaney seems pondering something as she pushes her way roughly among the back of the crowd, displacing a smaller child and getting on her tiptoes to peer towards the crowd's center. Seeing it is a hatching doesn't make much difference to the weyrbrat though, she simply squats, looking between legs, whilst one of the spiderclaws she so likes to play with retracts itself, it seems. Rather, it is taken out of a bottle to be shaken at the sand around her. Damp fingers tap nimbly, just avoiding being snapped as play continues. Swift Blurr Blue Hatchling bites a bit of eggshell, and just as quickly spits it out again. Bleah. Hey, that one looks yummier! Zip, he tumbles over the pink one and bites it experimentally. Err... no, yuck. Leaving tiny indentations in the shell, he wobbles off to look for something more palatable. Hey, is that a FOOT? Quinta spiders in, holding up a small wooden wand with evening breezes stirring the orange and pink ribbons which fan out from one end of the stick: a wind toy. She walks backwards, step by toddling step, scuffing up small ridges of sand with her heels. Turning around with the instinct of sensing other presences, rather than bumping into some soul, she wraps the ribbons around the dowel and tucks it under her arm, with a look of wistful, childlike fascination on her face, an almost-smile permeated with interest. Hey, eggs? --She wanders still closer, sidling up behind R'sha to give a cheery but quietish "Hello!". Of course Crazy's the mommy. Does he look brown to you? Wait... don't answer that. He's green, really. Honest. Gershom finishes off his half-meatroll, confident that the two left in his pocket will be enough should he find more hungry mouths to feed. Crossing his arms, he follows the blue's motion with his gaze and comments aloud to no one in particular, "That one'll expend all his energy within a minute." Jasyra, having seen enough of these hatching things, moves over to a spot in the sand to rest and get comfortable before she completes her assignment at the weyr. "Oh, Lycaenth, a slight rest never hurt anyone.....well she was an exception." Jasy mumbles, glancing up at the sky. Tadiera lifts head dizzily, "KIWI!" she shouts at the brown nearing the eggs. In a flurry of wings, he runs and hides behind somone. She peers curiously at Crazy, just as Kiwi had, "Hunh?" she says to herself, "A green looking brown, layed a clutch?" yep, poor senior 'prentice is confused. R'il goes home. Fedall's eyes twitch downwards, spotting the movement below. A slight expression comes from him as he immediately backs up, afraid that he might have stepped on one if he hadn't caught it before. Of course, once the shock wears off, he smiles a bit, peering at the clutch....and the one hatched member so far. A light chuckle coming from him. "He moves so fast that he must leave streaks behind him." Anthy continues her journey towards her apparent goal, skittering around people like a wild animal caught too close to civilization. Eyes don't keep to the ground in front of her, and she nearly falls flat on her face after almost colliding with a person sitting. A muttered "Oh...excuse me...I didn't mean anything..." is given before she moves on her way, past wigglers, wagglers, and jigglers until she finally makes it around the bulk of the crowd to a corner of deep shadows. Sigh of relief. Finally, she made it without having a conversation. Blue is noticed, but not registered in her mind. Swift Blurr Blue Hatchling only leaves his tail behind him, thankyouverymuch. It's a very long tail, though. Like a comet. He gets it tangled around someone's ankle as he tries to dart through the sea of legs, and takes a tumble onto his chin before recovering with an indignant flurry of wings. R'sha's feet stumble over a small dune of sand, partially from the awkwardness of heavy boots on shifting surfaces, but also from surprise as somebody sneaks up behind her and she apparently decides she's a dragon suddenly and tries to take off -- succeeding only, of course, in rising an inch or two off the ground and getting her footing bungled. "Aeeeiiik!" the shrill cry pierces through the air and several of the neighbors' eardrums. "Gah, Quinta, don't DO that to me!" she adds not quite so loud but much sterner as she whirls and recognizes the miner. "What're you doing this far south, anyways?" Raiden staggers down the beach with a mug of klah in hand; looking to have surmised sleep's grasp for quite some time while doing /something/ affiliated with his craft. A less groggy Brent follows closly behind, ranting about the mug and where it should still be. "Must you really turn the theft to stay awake? Really, just go take a nap." A rebelious shake of his head cascades him with shaky legs forward, catching himself before plowing into a crowd, and perhaps a blue zipping about; much like that of Transformers Blurr. "Hatching? Maybe one of those would keep me awake..." Action before thought, he stumbles forward while pulling wherry from his pouch. Fun... Bulky Green Chopper Egg wobbles. Fedall chuckles at the hatchling's antics. Oh sure he's played music for firelizards before....but never witnessed a hatching. SHards! His guitar! A mad scramble ensues as the young apprentice harper dashes back to the side of the dune, and peers down to where he left his precious instrument. A sigh of relief comes forth, as he leans down and carefully scoops it up again. Tadiera blinks at blue darting through the crowd again. She glares at Kiwi, peeking out at her from behind somone's foot. And catching a glimpse of the swift blue, puts her head in her hands again. If she dosen't look, she won't feel sick... Dallaney waggles a claw slightly, an annoyed boredom starting to cloud over brown eyes. Companionless at the moment, that's she, and she does a vague imitation of alluring glance snaking past the blue; and stops, face screwed up atrociously. Yuck. No girl stuff for Dallan, and changing her mind she looks to the game of waggling the claw again, rotating it in concentric circles as fast as she can. Anthy drops to her knees in the sand, half keeping an eye on crowd and eggs and general madness, half digging through the sand. "It's got to be here...it just has to be here..." Fingers scrape through sand that's been wet, shifted, and overturned, as she mutters to herself constantly. "Can't believe...mutter mutter...you'd think that someone...mutter mutter..." Eyes flit toward the crowd in a nervous glance before search once more becomes the task at hand. Vhenoth turns his head towards Shi, and nudges her around. The young woman notices the larger gathering on the beach. "A hatching?" Swift Blurr Blue Hatchling pounces on something moving in the sand. No wait, it was just some weyrbrat's toe. The boy yelps and skips backward as he's nipped. Ooh, what's that wiggling over THERE? Zip. Tadiera stands, and half carrying, half dragging pack. Scatters to back of crowd, but of course, being not-so-smart Tad. She does it with her eyes closed. And stumbles over somthing, a tail? A foot? A necklace? Might be anyone of those, but Tad is to busy spitting out sand and cleaning off her face to look... Quinta giggles jubilantly, placing one hand on R'sha's shoulder and using it as a lever of sorts as she jumps and hops somewhat, with excitement. "I live here now, you twit! Got posted! Isn't the warm weather /nice/?" With a happy smirk, she rambles on, a 'little' talkative tonight, "See this cool wind-wand? Isn't it /pretty/? I got it from one of those traders today, a really good buy too. It's a lovely bit of genius, don'cha think? ..Ears and toes, how many eggs is that?" she adds, towards the end spying the multitude of spheres. Fedall straightens up and shakes some of the sand from his instrument. "I'll never forgive myself if I let it come to harm...." he mumbles, turning it over and inspecting it for damage, still mentally chiding himself for his moment of carelessness. His fingers ply across the strings, a few notes coming forward...and he sighs in relief yet again. Shiana nods at Vhenoth, "Wanna go watch? You can lie in the water over there." then she turns, leading the young brown towards the gathering. Cabriah has arrived. Cabriah arrives. Raiden has disconnected. Dallaney, glancing up, sees the boy getting nipped, provoking a grin on her part. "Clever." she mutters of the blue, one after her own heart. Slippers scuff hurriedly as she rises, bent forward to better direct her gaze on the sand, claw quitting its rotation and looping instead. "Oops." Pincer nearly smacks her and Dallan looses her hold with the hasty exclamation, going down to her knees again in the sand. Sigh. Kapow! Bulky Green Chopper Egg bursts, allowing the enthusiastic, bouncing release of Powerful Springer Brown Hatchling. Powerful Springer Brown Hatchling There's one in every clutch. The gigantic overly-musclebound musclehead. Built like the proverbial ox, with wings that look too tiny to support him in the air perched high up on his shoulders, he views all with a lantern-jawed smirk and amused twinkle to his eyes. Rich cherrywood swirls about his bulk of muscle, giving him a reddish hue in the right light. A sheen of mossy green tints his wings, though, casting the dominant hue when spread. Limbs that look too short to do him much good support him with surprising dexterity. Anthy freezes, looking down and hands removing an object from the sand. Sandy object is rubbed off on her already sandy skirt, Anthy holding her breath and then breathing a sigh of relief as she holds the object up to the light she can find and allowing a smile to creep across her face as a glint of gold is revealed. "Thank Faranth" she whispers reverently, putting the locket around her neck as her eyes stray back to new brown and eggs rocking. Well, she might as well stay put...don't want to brave that crowd again! R'sha, of course, conveniantly forgetting if it's in any way unnatural for Telgar riders to be lurking 'round Igen's lake in the middle of the night. "Ooh, look at that blue go," she mutters totally off subject, before looking at Quinta as if she were insane. "Nice? Hot weather? Aren't the two sort of... opposites?" she says skeptically, one eyebrow arched high as she deliberately ignores the wind-wand. "I feel sorry for the riders who have to fly sweeps 'round here during the midday... leather has absolutely no heat resistance." She scowls, at collective Igen weather conditions and Quinta's babble, before her attention is jerked back to the clutch. "Too many?" she guesses, squinting at the variegated mounds. "And there's another one! It's going to be /noisy/ here in a moment..." Cabriah goes home. Fedall turns back to the local event now, placing his guitar strap over his shoulder, where it -belongs-. Now that this order of business is done...back to the show. He climbs back to his perch of before, settling down in the sand again to watch, trying to locate where that little blurry blue went. Of course the movement of the recent brown one catches his eye too. "Believe it or not..." he says quietly, grinning. "This is the fun part." watching that is. Swift Blurr Blue Hatchling zoompounces! Wriggle wriggle in the sand, MINE! Girl's erstwhile plaything is snapped up in slim, lunging jaws. Well, Kiwi notices the brown, and zips out, after Tadiera. He hovers over her, chirping excitedly, but gets replyed with a swat, "Shoo! Why'd I have to be given that darn egg, I should've given it to Rin to hide somwhere like he usually does." she mutters, standing, "Shards, I should never have Impressed either of ya, yer just a nusance," of course she dosen't mean it. But what do you expect? She's Tad. That explains a lot. Swift Blurr Blue Hatchling wishes to have you as his lifemate. Do you accept? Please enter 'yes' or 'no'. Please type the whole word. This way, that way, Swift Blurr Blue Hatchling darts back and forth in a flurry of confusion before finally zipping into you with a high-pitched chirr. Powerful Springer Brown Hatchling rattles his wings and lets out a croaking squawk to announce his arrival. Ah, father Stub would be proud, he has his singing voice. Shaking himself methodically free of his egg, he waddles forth, tail dragging behind his cubish body. Gershom finally brings himself to crouch slightly on the sand, trying to folloy the speedy blue. After just a moment, he's had enough, barely able to keep tracking that speed demon. He smirks in amusement and focuses on the second hatchling, "At least that one doesn't give you a headache to keep an eye on.." Quinta groans good-naturedly. "No, R'sha, warm weather is good. To meeeeee. Oh yes, I got promoted! See the knot," and she points with inexplicable pride to a sullied tangle of cords, "which makes me a senior apprentice now." She beams, then turns and giggles, "There's no such thing as too many firelizards. Hmm.. speaking of which, do you have any meat on you?" Clasping her arms behind her back, wind-wand in tow between her fingers, she batbats her eyelashes angelically. Uhhu.. very convincing. Dallaney dig damp fingers into the sand, tips grabbing the claw before it is snapped up by unexpected blue muzzle. "But that's mine.." she begins, gaping lips closing on the words to pick the hatchling up, numerous interesting plans darting into immediate being as child scoots to the edge to feed the little trouble. Fedall'seyes widen a bit as he hears the Brown's squawk. A smile etches onto his features again. "This one likes to make his voice known to others." he says, grinning. Yep....he plans to give commentary on every hatchling as it comes along. Slowly, he shifts his guitar over his lap, and strings a few, light chords thoughtfully. Maybe this will be inspiration to a new song. Tadiera glares at Kiwi who grabs a strand of hair and tries to pull her towards the brown. She walks along, just so the dyed strand dosen't get pulled out. That would hurt. She waves at some of the people she passes, that being Quinta and R'sha, "Help?" she asks, heh. Funny sight, girl being pulled by a silly brown firelizard... Pale Pink Convertible Egg tilts and bumps against another egg or two, settling its toothmarked side into the sand. Anthy moves a bit out of her shadows, making sure her now-retrieved locket is firmly tucked in it's place as she finds another patch of sand to sit in. Her new location will sit her closer to the shifting crowd, her new focus of attention on the powerful brown that sprung from the shards of one of the eggs. Mind somehow comprehends that the blue found a person to be with, but it never fully registers with her. All that matters is to find a spot to sit and wait...and watch. Shiana peers through a few folks, and sees some of the eggs moving around. The youngster was right. She laughs softly. Another baby? She'd be crazy. R'sha can't help but wince at the shrill chirring of the Impressing blue, starting to shoot a glare in his direction but getting cut off by the even worse announcement of the brown's arriva, and he gets the Look instead of his brother. "See what I mean?" she mutters. "First it's one. Then another. And at least half of them don't leave even after they've Impressed, and hardly shut up for being fed... we'll have half a dozen of the noisy things around here within minutes!" She shakes her head slowly, but stops to ooh appreciativly at Quinta's knot. "Congratulations--" she begins, but Fedall's guitar cuts her off. "Harper! Let's go see if he'll play for us, huh? Something to drown out the noise?" She's already grabbing Quin's wrist and turning around to find the best way through the crowd. Powerful Springer Brown Hatchling chortlesquawks cheerfully, lifting his blunted nose to sniff the air. So what's it take to get a decent meal around here, eh? Room service, hello? He heads bravely onward in search of something to fill his belly. Steel Grey Handgun Egg explodes from within, allowing Tyrannical Megatron Blue Hatchling to fight his way out, shaking bits of eggshell irritably from his wings. Tyrannical Megatron Blue Hatchling Lean, mean and lanky, a possessive glitter forever resides in this steel-blue fellow's eyes. That bubbly over there? It's his. That green? She's his too. Don't get in his way. Cobalt steel pinions grip his perch tenaciously and his prey even tighter. A hint of bone-white mars his otherwise unshaded blue perfection, tracing along the ends of his neckridges and streaking down most of his tail. A director by nature, he rarely keeps his mouth shut or counsel quiet when he has an imperious opinion to deliver. Tadiera sniffs at her brown, lifting up her bag to swat at him, causing him to go between, she strokes her hair back into place. Shaking a fist at where he was, "Good riddence!" she shouts at where he once was, but isn;t any more. Newly hatch blue is ignored, as his brothers have been. Fedall shifts himself to watch the Brown's progress, grunting in a bit of annoyance as he sits on his small pack that has his jerky in it. It's always been a favorite of his, and he practically carries some with him whenever he goes. Right now it's an annoyance, as he shifts the small pack to the side to allow more comfort. "Oh I think he has a good voice." he offers to R'sha's critique of the brown's singing...if one can call it that. Of course, he's too busy watching the hatchlings, and not the approach of R'sha. Tyrannical Megatron Blue Hatchling hisses as he's rather unceremoniously expelled from his nice warm egg. Seeing something brown moving before him, he leaps on it and bites, only to get a mouthful of his brother's tail. Hey, that's not food - out of my way, you oaf! Quinta dashes after R'sha, wiggling her wrist to get it free with a rather sullen look on her face. "No, Rai, canni -- I want to try for one of the flizzies, do you or do you not have food? C'mon, I just want to try for that brown one real quick -- " She hop-steps briskly, stumbling over her toes, bumping every so often into somebody or other, then a different somebody, jostling this way and that. "Stop, please!" Anthy almost shrinks back as she notices the shifting of the crowd and the hatching of a new firelizard. Too much excitement for her to get any closer. To her the crowd is a sea that will swallow her whole if she manages to get in it's reaches, so she opts for plunking down right where she is and searching for something to occupy her hands. Can't be too out of place. Bit of meatroll is retrieved from the pouch at her side, a tidbit to be wiggled and waggled if Anthy gets up the courage. Powerful Springer Brown Hatchling yelps startledly as his tail's bitten and spins around to knock his lean blue clutchmate down with a linebacker's shoulder block. Play nice. Another squawk warbles from his throat as he looks around for support. Fedall can't help but laugh a bit as the Brown shows the Blue what for. "That'll teach a bully! Good show!" his fingers ply across the strings of his guitar again. Indeed, he's going to have to write a song for this later. Tadiera won't support any fighters. She can't even keep herself standing. She sighs, where's Rin when you need him, he always helped her, he may be a blue, but he's a good help. She stumbles over somthing again, and this time turns to inspect it. Picking it up, she peers at the necklace, "Is this anyone's? It shouldn't be just lying around, somone could trip, like me..." Tyrannical Megatron Blue Hatchling tumbles on his side and growls softly before scurrying away for easier conquest. "Well, I suppose one with your training would be more knowledgeable than I on good voices," R'sha replies to Fedall sweetly, "But I generally go by whether or not a voice rankles in my ears when I judge 'em. But then, I've never been a big fan of fire-lizard harmonizing." Then she whirls 'round again to hiss at Quinta in low tones. "You've got to be insane! At least wait for something a little more quiet -- see, here comes another now," she says, starting to point out the blue to the miner, but cringes. "Gack, blues are the noisiest!" Rai only has one blue and never intends on getting /near/ a hungry-and-Impressing one ever again. Anthy watches the squabble between the two hatchlings, a slight smile coming to her lips. Brown is the center of her attention, meatroll beginning to twitch in her hands. Do firelizards have as much trouble with their siblings as humans do? It's a good question. The two hatchlings fighting almost reminds her of her and her sister...only Anthy isn't as pushy. In the back of her mind Tadiera's call is heard, but doesn't catch her attention. She found what she was looking for. Gershom tilts his head in fascination as he watches the two hatchlings, err.. play. "Two headstrong hatchlings, and I bet neither one will back down.." He leans back a bit more comfortably and glances up to the voice of Fedall, "As long as they don't decide to start a tussle in the middle of the hatching. I guess sometimes sibling rivalry can start a bit young." Tadiera shrugs and tosses it away, near the hatchlings odd enough. She stands and brushes herself off, "Oh why does coming to the Weyr for a visit always half to turn into somthing bad," she whines, "Last time I almost got eaten by a dragon," she mutters, "You know, I still have to talk to Betha about that, I've never seen Remorth like that before..." she muses to her self, looking upwards, not at all where she's going. If she's lucky, she'll trip on somthing, if not, she'll walk into somone... Fedall blinks suddenly and glances back at R'sha, not having anticipated that she was actually -approaching- him. He recovers quickly enough from his suprise, and smiles. "Some people have different judgements of what is pleasant to one's ear." his smile widens as he glances to those who already have firelizards....then back to the hatchlings. "I happen to like the sound of a firelizard's singing." he chuckles. Quinta humfs and jerks her hand free, stumbling moodily away from R'sha, "I'll just be a minute! Sheesh!" She slips on a slick-wet piece of meat, right in the edge of the lake's waves, and stoops to pick it up, smiling queerly. Shimmying over near the brown, just close enough to be noticeable, she gives the wet meat a good shake to hopefully release its scent in the breezes, bending over with her free hand on her knee for support: the other held out to the powerful springer brown hatchling. Powerful Springer Brown Hatchling snorts and lets Megs do his own thing. He'll go... this way. Direction is picked apparently at random by the intrepid explorer, and off he goes in search for something edible-smelling. Tyrannical Megatron Blue Hatchling smells wet meat, all right! And it's his, all HIS! Just try to stop him. He leaps, spreads his wings, glidepounces... and gets knocked out of the air by a brown cannonball. Not today! Powerful Springer Brown Hatchling tumbles end over end with his brother in the sand and emerges victorious due to sheer size alone. Now then, there was meat somewhere around here... With a happy croon, Powerful Springer Brown Hatchling stumps cheerfully toward Quinta on his too-short limbs. A molten form uncurls; Radiance awakens. Mahlia has arrived. Mahlia arrives. Fedall glances back towards the brown again, chuckling. "Full of vigor that one is." he then glances at the new blue, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "A rather imperious air with that one." he states, though grinning. He then shakes his head and glances back to R'sha. "I'm sorry....I've never witnessed a hatching before." he notes quickly as his explanation. Another chuckle emits from him as the Brown barrels into the blue, then finds a person. Tyrannical Megatron Blue Hatchling flaps futilely in the sand, spraying up grains every which way. The indignity of it all! He screeches irritably and looks elsewhere. Anthy waves her meatroll with a far off expression in her emerald eyes. Sure, they look like they're following the brown on his expedition, but her mind is elsewhere. As brown impresses to someone, her eyes just trail off into space, meat still wiggling and waggling in the general direction of the crowd and hatchlings. A sigh, hand travels to newly found locket and fingers touching it. Well, she was focused until she thought of her family. Mahlia walks in with a towel thrown over her shoulder smiling ready to jump into the water,when her glance is caught by the big crowd and she turns towards them, with a running hop she heads over and drops her towel, yes she's wearing clothes, "A hatching? I have no meat!" she throws up her hands then scrambles through her pockets With military efficiency, Pale Pink Convertible Egg snaps neatly in half and Graceful Arcee Green Hatchling steps gracefully out. Graceful Arcee Green Hatchling Slim, delicate and graceful, she's every bit the example that looks can be deceiving. Don't be fooled by this emerald lady's demure appearance; when roused she will defend her property - be it humanpet or discarded bubbly pie - with vicious tenacity. Loving only to one, to all others she is coolly polite. Pale sea green wreathes her wings; the rest of her is as a sparkling emerald vine, lithe and swift. Splash has arrived. Splash pops in with a happy squee from ::between:: Shiana nods to Vhenoth, "Yes, they are tiny. But you are tiny compared to the grown-ups too." and she leaves the weyrling playing in the water while she walks up towards the hatching eggs. Quinta beams, scooping up the brown and giving him the food, then wanders back towards R'sha, tender hapiness fresh in her face. "See, I tell you, the quiet up somewhat once they get food. Wouldn't you be hungry after all that, breaking the egg and learning to walk and stuff?" But she says them sweetly and with tact, cuddling the little brown close. "What should I name him?" Quinta calls Powerful Springer Brown Hatchling closer. Mahlia reaches deep into her pocket smiling as she pulls out a wrapped chunk of packtail. She quickly pushes through the crowd a bit and offers to the first hatchling she sees, the green and smiles widely wriggling the meat in her hand. Tyrannical Megatron Blue Hatchling hisses as he hears another egg's crack. Oh no you don't! This next one's mine, you hear me? MINE? He dashes into the crowd and leaps upon the first food-smelling thing he can find, to claim some sort of victory. Ah, that one's not paying attention - perfect. Tyrannical Megatron Blue Hatchling finds his perfect lackey in Anthy. Oh, what worlds there are to conquer... well, once his belly is full. Kiwi pops out of between, happier with Tadiera now. He chirps at her and goes for her pack, now he knows there's meat in there somwhere... A tip sends contents of pack sprawed across sand. Tad frowns and cleans up all except meat, which she trys to clean off. Kiwi is fed, and then, not fed as Tad spots green, "Oooh, pretty..." she mumbles, pushing Kiwi off her lap, and skittering forward, meat held in shirt, but it gets sandy anyway. Well, what'd you expect? Wait, we answered that already, didn't we? R'sha scowls after Quinta, but lets her go without protest, looking with near disdain after the venturing brown hatchling that the miner's so dead gone on. "Each to their own," she mutters under her breath, and finally manages to break through the crowd and reach Fedall. "Well," she says breathlessly, "perhaps then the cacophony my fair performs is actually fine music, and it is only my untrained ears that can't tell." She shrugs the matter away, peering after Quinta and the brown. "And hatchings did fascinate me for a long time... some still do. Especially dragon ones." New ripples of amazement through the crowd call her attention to the green, and she nods in her direction. "Now females, I've heard few females who could sing quite lovely, but they were harper-trained." Jasyra tosses in light slumber, shifting until she is face down in the sand. Body stilled for a few moments and then Jasyra sits straight up, "Phph!. Sand! Oh do be quiet Lycaenth...." she grumbles, as she begins to really wake up from her slumber, "Figures. Sand. Bleah." Orbs wander here and there, then move over to there, "Oh that hatching thing....it's still going on.." she says to her lifemate as she digs into her belt pouch to retrieve a meatroll and a few pieces of dried wherry. Graceful Arcee Green Hatchling steps delicately free of the confines of her shell, a light chirp going quizzically toward her hissing brother. Whatever. She looks methodically this way and that. Must be food around here somewhere. And, independantly enough, she strikes off to find it. No begging here. Dark Purple F-15 Egg rolls over... revealing a cracked hole on the other side! But where's the... oh wait, there's Sniggering Skywarp Brown Hatchling slinking around some scattered eggshells. Sniggering Skywarp Brown Hatchling Rosewood streaks midnight mahogany, this firelizard dark as night when not cast in the proper light. The only exception is a dashed hint of chestnut highlight across his headknobs, highlighting the mischievous glint that perpetually resides in his eyes. Sneaky, slinky, he scurries more than walks, zips more than flies. Curving black talons are dipped in silver, as though he'd stuck them in an expensive pot of paint when no one was looking. In the air, he tends to pop /between/ more oft than not, preferring it to even a simple glide across the living cavern. It makes for a quicker getaway. Gershom notes the impressions and digs into his pocket for one of his spare meatrolls. Breaking it in half, he looks at the newly-hatched green, "That one reminds me of Preen.. Actually, I wonder if they'd even get along." He shrugs, no harm in trying. The meatroll is held down as he glances toward Anthy and her new blue with a friendly smile, "I'd be careful with that one. Looks like he'll want to monopolize you all to himself." Fedall blinks, eyeing the green as well at R'sha's words. "Now that I was not aware of.." he says quietly, removing his pouch full of jerky as it just gets in the way too much, and setting it beside him. "I had always assumed their voices were a gift..." he says quietly, but grins as he glances back. "However, I guess I can see how they could be taught...." Kaetlyn rouses from her thoughts to gaze at the newly hatched green. Adjusting her daughter deftly, she frees the pouch at her side, pulling free a slice of jerked wherry. Sending the strip a'bouncing from slender fingers, harper master watches the hatchling to see her next move. Anthy looks surprised as she finds a pair of jaws latched onto her meatroll, hand lifting both meatroll and now-dangling 'lizard into the air to focus on them with her emerald eyes. Well hello there. Possessive, are we? Tadiera watches green and lays out meat on pack, it may be bumpy because of her belonings inside. But it'll have to do. She then sits back, to watch. Kiwi crawls in the bag, exploring. The movement causes the meat to jiggle... It's alive! Mahlia smiles as she compliments herself on finding the meat so quickly and managing to get all the way to the front of this rather large crowd, she holds her packtail which is sitting on the cloth in which it was wrapped, layed on her hand. SHe grins a the green, "How gorgeous" her once devious voice seems to let out in a melody. Yes, no begging, you've got to carry your own in this Pern. Quinta comes up with an ear-pleasing name out of nowhere, "Rai, whaddya think of Wiun? I like Wiun, actually. Hmm.." She smiles warmly down at the firelizard, scritching his head, "Do you like Wiun?" He chirps, then, and she grins broadly and affectionately. "Wiun it is, then. It suits you." Sniggering Skywarp Brown Hatchling isn't here, don't mind him, nope, la la la... He scoots around behind the bulk of the crowd, looking for something to steal. Shiana laughs softly at the mahogany hatchling. Reminding her of an opposite of another. She spies a bowlful of meat some one set down, and she quietly snags a handful of chunked herdbeast. She leaves some in the bowl in case the owner decides to return. Gershom turns back to the eggs and blinks. And he thought that blue one was fast. Sneaky brown almost seemed to disappear before it moved. Quinta goes home. Fedall eyes the green hatchling again. "If only she would let me hear her voice...." he says, stringing another series of notes, somewhat high pitched....and easing downwards. Perhaps as an encouragement? Graceful Arcee Green Hatchling strolls with utter aplomb toward the people. Cool, calm, collected, oh yes. She pauses to examine the remnants of a cracked spiderclaw and, finding nothing of interest, moves onward. Something smells interesting over /there/... R'sha nods eagerly to Fedall, smoothing a patch of sand and seating herself carefully nearby. "Yes, have no idea how they do it or I would've tried it on my own, though I've heard proof enough that it's possible," she recounts, watching the green idly. "But then, there could be some who have a gifted voice, at least in their draconic cousins." After all, the greenrider doesn't call her lifemate's attempts at vocal communication racquous clammering like her fire-lizards. "And it might be better if she stayed quiet," she muses finally. Quiet green? Quiet green. Watch the cogs whirl. No, that's not a hand sneaking towards the lumpy and suspicious-smelling pouch at her hip. Sniggering Skywarp Brown Hatchling darts between someone's legs to tackle someone else's bootlaces. Merrily tearing off a bit of wherhide lace in his teeth, he runs off with it. So what if it's not edible? Mahlia holds out her packtail scanning briefly to look at what faces she sees in the crowd, adding a smile to a few firmiliar faces, but her independent gaze then returning back to the green, her arm out stretched to it's limit, with the tastey morsel of food gently wriggling within. Fedall hmmms quietly as he eyes the green. "I do not believe she is one interested in singing." he adds, though still smiling. He moves his hand towards his jerky pouch, eyeing it...and the hatchlings...even the unhatched ones. Should he? Tadiera sniffs, her meat smells weird. Not interesting. She always thought the smell of raw meat was bad. Kiwi still skitters around inside bag, causing bag to move, and look like prey. Tadiera intently watches green, pretty... Kaetlyn's face shows little expression as she delicately wiggles the wherry before her, and her eyes show less, beyond the ever present grief. Harper's eyes remain trained 'pon green hatchling, following her 'bout as she wanders through the crowd. And what will attract this little one? R'sha's eyes snap back into focus as her thoughts return to the present. Jasyra continues to remove the sand from her mouth. "Pthph......jeez. So Ly, any of those lizardy things seem interesting...I haven't been paying attention again." Eyes focus in on the little creatures. The green one especially for a moment....then she moves back to her lunch. Delicate fingers remove a piece of the dried wherry and she takes a bite before grabbing her skin of water from hbeside her. Spying someone jumping, Shiana's head turns toward them. Another laugh bubbles up as the young sneaky brown snatches something. She tosses a piece of herdbeast back and forth between her hands, having put the other pieces on a pouch. Naeda has arrived. Naeda arrives. Scylla has connected. Gershom leans over a bit more, putting his head just a few inches from the sands. He knows he saw a flash of -something- brown before the sneaky thing spirited itself away, and curiosity begins to take over. Scylla has disconnected. Fedall sighs and simply sets the jerky-filled pouch back where it was.....at his side. Much as he'd like to try, inwardly he feels he has little chance what with all the competition here. But he can still watch......which he proceeds to do. He returns to R'sha, "I haven't had the pleasure of playing for a dragon yet....though I hope to try someday with one that is willing." Sniggering Skywarp Brown Hatchling sees a foolish young man leaning over, and runs up to nip Gershom's bum! Hee! Bootlace dropped as an impromptu gift, he scurries off again. Naeda sighs, feet slowing as she reaches the lake, and eye tracing its shimmers with decided interest. Having missed the people she wanted to find, as usual, the little miner is drawn to this scenic spot where she stands, facing the lake, mind elsewhere as she nibbles on her meatroll lunch. Graceful Arcee Green Hatchling sniffs and follows her nose, yet to vocalize complaint at the grumbling of her belly. Wriggling meat to her left is eyed with a predatory glint, and she slinks closer with intent to pounce. Gershom jumps a bit in surprise at the nip, pushing his nose into the sand. Sitting up and wiping the sand away, he glances back, "A bootlace.." He picks the bit of leather up with a bemused smirk, "That little klepto strikes again..." Wiun has arrived. Wiun pops in from ::between:: Kiwi finds somthing of intrest in the bag, and starts to move out with it, but alas, he can't find his way out, and starts screeching and moving about inside the bag. Causing meat to jump, and the whole thing looks like an odd sort of animal. And there Tadiera sits, in a daze through it all. Is there anyone, or anything out there calm enough to calm down the brown? And help the whole scene? Jaelyn stirs within Kaetlyn's arms, to be soothed by a soft murmur of her mother's voice. Still expression remains perfectly serene, calm, as extended hand offers wiggled wherry to the green hatchling. All else about her is ignored; or perhaps not even noticed. Harper master has eyes, and attention, for two things only. The green and her daughter. Mahlia keeps her hand moving slightly, inticing the green to tackle, the firelizards instincts available for show. She smiles more, the packtail in her hand stirring vigorously. R'sha grins at Fedall and gestures in the direction of the lake. "If you can see the green making a fool of herself out there, that's my Lhanath," she announces, not without a hint of pride. "And while she's not exactly nutzoid over music, I'm sure she wouldn't mind listening to a song or five." Or is it Rish that wants to hear playing? "If you get the time, of course: I've heard they keep apprentices busy, harpers in particular." As the dialogue goes on, hand finally gives in and creeps into the pouch, pulling out something that at least looks and more or less smells like meat, dropping low to the ground and jiggling almost imperceptibally in the green's direction. She needs more girls in her weyr anyways. Leliel has arrived. Leliel pops in from ::between:: Graceful Arcee Green Hatchling wriggles her hindquarters and leaps 'pon silently wiggled meat, catching it delicately in her jaws with nary a squawk. At least someone else around here has some dignity. There is only room for one true love in Graceful Arcee Green Hatchling's heart... and Kaetlyn will fit that niche perfectly. Shiana shakes her head at Gershom's actions, "That little brown is gonna cause someone some trouble." Nonetheless, she finally manages to sit down, still tossing the meat from hand to hand. She's had lots of experience with raw meat lately. Yuck. Sniggering Skywarp Brown Hatchling, meanwhile, continues to slink. Sneak sneak... oh, did someone leave a pouch unattended? Hmmm.... Big Red Semi Egg shifts and settles in the sand. Not yet, not yet... Dusky Cobalt Tapedeck Egg shivers briefly before ejecting Observant Soundwave Blue Hatchling. Observant Soundwave Blue Hatchling Stolid and silent, he rarely speaks except in matters he deems of import. Of course, "import" can be defined as anything edible, or green and glowing. Solidly built, his stocky frame is defined by blocky wings and squared-off musculature. His muzzle is blunted, his tail short and rudderlike. His dusky twilight hide highlighted in spots by a hint of bronzen hue, mostly around his jaws. Talons are rather lighter than the rest of him, mist-grey and grasping questingly for hidden secrets. Gershom sits up again, planting his hindquarters in the sand and wiping the last trace of sand from his face. He dips his head a bit this time, "Striking when I'm not looking, eh? Sneaky little thing, where'd you get off to?" Mahlia sighs a bit as the green heads towards Kaetlyn as she lets out a "Congrats" she smiles and looks at the blue as her little blue that found her earlier squawks. Fedall glances towards the green swimming out in the lake, his eyes widening in pleasure, the hatching forgotten yet again, as is his pouch. He gets distracted really easily dosen't he? "Surely a beauty...." he offers as a compliment towards R'sha. "I would love to play for her....if you both would haev it." Tadiera helps Kiwi out of the bag, spilling meat to the ground, again. She looks up only to see green Impressed, and sighs. She was actually /quiet/... Hmm, Tad looks up, quiet, you somwhere out there? Observant Soundwave Blue Hatchling flaps twice and harmonizes his own hunger to the world in multitoned bass. Quite a voice for such a little guy. Not even as the green takes hold of Kaetlyn's meat does a smile crack harper's composure. But the look in her eyes is a tad less sad, and she gathers the hatchling in her slender hands. " Here," she murmurs, shifting the newly named Flute into the crook of her arm and allowing her attention to wander back to the crowd. Tiberia has arrived. Tiberia arrives. Ariadne has arrived. Ariadne arrives. Kaetlyn calls Fluted closer. Sniggering Skywarp Brown Hatchling finds, indeed, an unattended pouch. He grabs it in his teeth and tugs it backward tenaciously. Oh look, a hole. Did HE do that? He sticks his head in it. Hope Fedall doesn't catch him. Gershom twirls the bootlace between his fingers, a slight gleam in his eyes. Well, if the little brown sneak likes to steal, bait is in order. He breaks a bit off the meatroll in his hand and casually lays it near his side, totally unguarded. Tiberia looks around. Harpers harpers..gotta find one...She blinks, noticing the crowd. "Wow...wonder what's up.." She jumps a little, peering over a taller person's shoulder. "Eeep!" She stumbles backwards. Hatchling firelizards! Her current mission forgotten, she fumbles in her pack. There's gotta be something in there. Ariadne stumbles into the crowd, blinking around with wide eyes. Wow. Lots of people. Apprentice shies a little, scooting for the one person she recognizes... Tadiera. " What's goin' on, Tadi?" Senior asks of her fellow herder. Kaetlyn is a harper. She's also preoccupied with a sleeping child and a newly hatched, and rather voracious, green. " Hai, Fluted," she murmurs. " Go slower. You'll choke." Fedall unconsciously begins to reach back for that very pouch at the same time, deciding that a taste of his jerky would be good right about now. Is it a coincidence? Maybe. Rather than feeling the material of his pouch however.....he instead brushes......skin? "What!?" he exclaims in shock, quickly glancing over. "What...but..." he exclaims at first, then forces his throat to clear. "You little theif!" he exclaims trying to look as serious as he can manage.....but proceeds to burst out laughing at the sight. Naeda tilts her head back to the crowd, unnoticed by her earlier and now only awakened by soundings of the blue. She giggles quietly, voice high over repeated murmurings and squawks of assorted groupings. "How pretty." she offers, laughter bubbling, then shying again to sit on the sand strewn ground, the roll tumbling rather precisely into miner's lap. Observant Soundwave Blue Hatchling silences himself after a moment's calculated complaint of hunger. Yes, the three second burst should have done the trick. With deliberate dignity, he sets off to remedy the situation. Sniggering Skywarp Brown Hatchling spies his likely partner in crime... or was that victim of his next prank? Only Fedall will know. Anthy calls Inchiki closer. Radiance flows liken molten lava into a snoozing ball. Tiny Yellow Volkswagon Egg wriggles and hops impatiently. Gershom glances back at the laugh and can't help but chuckle a bit himself at the sight. At least the sneak's got someone to take care of his mischief now. Turning back toward the eggs and other hatchling, he takes a deep breath, meatroll half next to him now genuinely forgotten about. At least for now. Tiberia sits down, finally finding a few strips of wherry meat and a packtail buried in her sack. That'll have to do. She seats herself on the ground and...begins to eat it. What? Like she's gonna give her food to someone else when she's hungry? Yeah, right! She pulls her flute from her pack and begins to play irradic melodies, none really anything, but it's music all the same. Tadiera scoops up sandy meat and shakes each piece on by one. She glares at Kiwi for a moment and sends him skittering between, probally to find Rin. She smiles and sighs, silence. Hopefully it won't be broken by some stray hatchling. Mahlia leans forward with anticipation, waiting for the next egg to crack, as she smiles she brings in her arm a little bit towards her body. Big Red Semi Egg shivers and cracks reluctantly, falling to the determined struggles of the life within. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings - and Heroic Optimus Prime Bronze Hatchling! Heroic Optimus Prime Bronze Hatchling Monstrously large, even for a bronze, this buff, muscular fellow can't sit atop a shoulder very long without causing the owner some serious stiffness. His hide is a deep, deep copper, almost crimson in the right light. Softspoken by preference, his voice is a deep, clear bugle when he does speak, commanding attention. Heavy through the chest but well-proportioned overall, he carries himself with a stately dignity. Soft eyes whirl introspectively 'neath ridges dashed with unlikely blue. Leliel goes ::between:: R'sha sees the green heading elsewhere and allows herself a two and a half second sulk before turning brightly -- perhaps too brightly -- towards Fedall again. "Lhanath likes harpers," she confides with a nod, not noticing the brown digging around in the young man's things herself. "Aliana in particular. Have you met her? She's posted here, and one of the sweetest girls I know -- Lhanath, on the other hand, is not too fond of healers. Their little pokey things, or the way they smell like redwort all the time." Babble over endearing lifemate stops long enough to peer at the hatchling. "Goodness, there's a--a-- 'lizard eating your food!" she exclaims, very late indeed, but at least a dragonrider can recognize Impression when she sees it. "Oh dear, now look what I've done... distracted you and that... /thing/ snuck up on you, and now you're harnessed with it. Sorry?" Shiana hmms as she spies the large bronze, then she glances back at Vhenoth and back towards the bronze. The meat that has been bouncing from hand to hand suddenly stops, thumping to a rest in one hand. She hestitantly stretches said hand forward with the meat. A small snack for the quiet bronze. Tiberia laughs, stopping her flute music when she sees the bronze. What kinda color is /that/ for a bronze to have. Still...he looks strong, and seems to have a quality of leadership about him. Maybe he's got some inner power, to stop all evil...or something. "Yeah, betcha that one'll be good with the girls. Heh, he's gonna have 'The Touch'." Jasyra squints to see one of the hatchlings break through its shell while chewing on anothe rpiece of wherry. "My, Lycaenth....I think that one right there considers himself quite....the man, don't you think love?" Soft brown falls into her face and Jasyra flicks it back behind an ear, still wating to get a good view for this one's impression....his personality appears promising to her. Mahlia oos at the heroic bronze, maybe someone to save her from livin la vida loca. She holds out her packtail, her arm maybe a bit limps but still a tad outstretched. Ariadne cocks her head, sniffing as her fellow apprentice ignores her. Ah well. Such will be dealt with later. Now, though, the herder finds much more interest in that newly hatched bronze there. " He's big," she murmurs appreciatively, pulling free a strip of herdbeast from her pouch, ignoring Raptor as he grabs for it. " No. It's for him." Tiny girl crouches down, wiggling the meat. Small girl, big 'lizard... anyone else see the incongruity? Tadiera stands and stretches, she's been sitting too long. She turns eyes onto the bronze, is /he/ quiet? Maybe, and back she is, sprawed on knees. She blinks, now, where is that meat, she reaches hand up to scratch her head, and the meat spills from her shirt. Oops, there it is. Fedall blinks in suprise, smiling again at the little creature, then scooping him upwards, still clutching the pouch....which the brown continues to eat out of. "Oh I don't mind!" he immediately answers to R'sha, still grinning at the small form. "Well now little one....you're a sneaky type aren't you? What shall I call you?" Observant Soundwave Blue Hatchling deliberately ignores the crack of bronze's shell behind him. He has a much better singing voice, don't you know. Hmph, can't /he/ get any attention around here? No mind, he'll just take what he wants, quietly, and be done with it. He heads methodically toward Tadiera and her spilled bits. Convenient AND tasty! Observant Soundwave Blue Hatchling makes his choice with utmost deliberation. Yes, Tadiera can be trusted with his secrets. From Sky Above the Weyr Lake, Archer has arrived. Gershom 's eyes widen slightly at the bronze, "Now that's a big one.. I wouldn't be surprised if a little one was hiding inside that thing." His smile glows a bit, half-meatroll dangling from his fingers. From Sky Above the Weyr Lake, Archer flies toward Kohath's Ledge. Tiberia blinks, a melody entering her head, and a few phrases. She grabs out a piece of hide and quickly writes it down. She plays a few notes with her flute, and writes some more. She mumbles the words to herself while chewing on a little piece of meat. "You've got the touch, you've got the power.." She scribbles quickly. "You'll never give in, when your backs to the wall...gonna fight till the end and your taking it all..." She grins, elated that this is coming to her. She glances at the reddish semi of a firelizard. Great inspiration he is. Heroic Optimus Prime Bronze Hatchling shakes himself free with a methodical rattle of his wings and lets out a bass bugle with utter calm. It'll take a lot to fill a stomach that big, but surely one of these people hanging about can handle that... Yelena walks with careful steps in from Southwestern Bowl. Shiana still has an offering in her hand. The bowl of meat sitting in the sand beside her. She doesn't get up, but sits quietly, hoping the bronze will find something that will satisfy himself. Mahlia hrrms at the chunk of packtail in her hand, maybe it's all she has out here, but back at Telgar they'll wait on him claw and tail. She smiles her arm not strained but still held out towards the Prime Bronze, and also her center of attention. Tiberia puts her food down, writing now. Food can wait. This can't. Inspiration flows through her and her little piece grows, becoming a story of good against evil, great leaders and evil villians, heroic sacrifices and cowardly treachery. She claps her hands with excitement. This is gonna be good... In the distance, across the bowl, Yelena waddles along. If waddle is even appropriate for the lurching steps that her swollen belly causes her to take. Ariadne has access to a lot of meat, being a herder. But for right now, she's only offering the single strip of herdbeast. Any more and her hands would over flow. Tiny woman watches the bronze with cocked head, quietly studying him even as she slowly wiggles the meat to attract him her way. " Nice," she approves of the bugle. Jasyra could handle that. Yes she could. "Ly, think he's a confident lizard...reliable? Well of course not as reliable as you...but well...you know what I mean..." She takes another strip of the roasted wherry and wriggles it around from the tips of her fingers. It dangles and wobbles, and occasionally goes back to wiggling. Her orbs pear at the little macho lizard who must be starving....or so Jasyra think, "Lyc....I think he's hungry.....kno...I know that. Oh you." Gershom looks slowly from firelizard to hand, "No way that's enough.." He digs in his pocket, withdrawing his last whole meatroll, "I hope a roll and a half will do for that one. Preen and Spook'd love a little friend bigger than they are." Tadiera looks under her, to see an... upside down blue eating upside down meat, on upside down sand? Wait, that ain't right... She sits back, ahh much better, "Wait? Whha? Oh no!" she groans as the blue starts chittering, chirring, chirping at her. She wanted /quiet/ not /noisy/. Ah well, she's stuck with him. "Silence!" she says, intending to quiet the blue, but instead he looks up at her. "Nonono, that's not your /name/..." she groans again... Naeda grins, golden curls bouncing, at sight of new bronze hide, and fingers twitching at collar wet with the sweat of exercise. Blue eyes are wide as they dart anxiously to beside the large hatchling, meatroll idle in dangling fingers dusting up. Conventional distress signal, this, small sized girl grasping one roll and shifting the weight of pouch slung over her shoulder containing more of the same. "Trouble," is the first word that crosses R'sha's lips, though whether it's simply at statement or a suggestion for the brown's name she doesn't say. "Well, I suppose one fire lizard never hurt anybody, it's just when you get three or four to feed all at once that the real trouble starts. I am sorry, though, even if you're not." She looks over to the bronze, but her expression is disinterested at best: perhaps she fears rejection? She turns back to the harper and his new companion at her side instead. Fedall chuckles, as the firelizard clings to his shoulder now, clutching the pouch in it's front claws as it devours the contents. "Trouble it is. Because I have a feeling that is what he will make if I do not watch him." he chuckles. "And please....do not feel sorry. I find it a pleasant suprise.....though I will have to restock on my jerky." a light chuckle. Heroic Optimus Prime Bronze Hatchling spreads his wings to dry them, peering with stately dignity this way and that, seeking someone who isn't already occupied with a hungry mouth. Or perhaps too /many/ hungry mouths? A sharp bugle silences a couple of startled, squabbling blues in utter surprise. Tadiera calls Silenced closer. Tadiera goes home. Scylla has connected. Tiny Yellow Volkswagon Egg *pops* open with a sudden explosive crack, and out flies Courageous Bumblebee Brown Hatchling... should've been wearing his seatbelt. Courageous Bumblebee Brown Hatchling More ochre than true brown, chestnut is nevertheless the dominant color that dribbles over this cheery fellow's form. Sun-spun gold washes his wings and glitters along the trailing end of his tail. Friendly, perky and vocal, he's every dour headwoman's worst nightmare. So what if he's rather smaller than most other browns? He's agile in the air, which is all any energetic firelizard really needs. He'll stand up to anyone twice his size without flinching. Shiana laughs as a few blues jump. Her eyes crinkle up watching the young bronze, "He does have a voice, does he not?" she asks of no one in particular. The bowl of meat remains solidly beside her, with a piece of meat in her outstretched hand. Mahlia holds in her giggle as the Heroic Bronze quiets the other firelizards, even hers, whom seemed to be pretty quiet anyways, she isn't occupied, like a washroom or something, she's just there, like a damzel in distress. Jasyra only has one hungry mouth with her....and he's not hungry. "I think I should offer him some food Lycaenth. Wouldn't want him to starve or go without his share....I'm too easy to conive? Ly! Shouldn't you support me?" she teases her dragon and continues to wriggle the meat around in a hypnotic little dance. Yelena and her bulky middrift finally manage to emerge on the beach, though the small crowd of people is given a pointed glare of irritation. At least R'il isn't around. The last thing that she wants or needs right now is him complaining about her having to stay off her feet. As she nears the hatchlings, she gives them as dirty a look as the people get. Almost as if she'd like to just kick sand at them and chase them all off. Ariadne only has eight mouths looking to her. Fortunately, few of them are hungry all at one time. Herder wiggles her wherry slowly, with an almost indifferent calm, though keen eyes are fixed on the bronze. Lips purse as she continues to study him quietly. Tiberia blinks and looks up from her writing as the bronze bugles. "Geeze, loud enough? You sound like a horn." Geez, can't he see she is in the middle of something crucial to her very existance? Why, this is a life and death situation here! Well...ok..maybe not, but the girl's got a one track mind and it's set on writing at the moment. Thinking maybe to keep the bronze quiet for a while, and let her get back to work, she sets all the meat she has on a pile, and scoots it a little forward. There, now he's got a giant banquet for his giant stomach to quiet his giant voice. Gershom grins at the bronze, "He's got quite the commanding tone. And not even trying..." He wiggles his roll and a half a bit more, trying to get the attention of that grand flit. Courageous Bumblebee Brown Hatchling chips in his own two cents with a cheerful trill, tripping off lightly past his big bronze brother for a snack of his own. Scylla stumbles in, muttering somthing about the Lower Caverns women making her work, she's the Weyrsecond's daughter, oldest one at that. She was late to the hatching, and now, look, only a brown left. She walks along the beach, munching on her dinner of jerky and bread, the rest left in the LC. She turns her nose from the brown, humph, not good enough for /her/. Naeda tightens legs already pulled up to her side, her offered meatroll as alone as she is at the moment and tangled in her hand. Thought that it might be insufficient draws another frightened look and she lowers the food slightly in indecision, glance being sent to appearing brown a bit more cheerfully. At least /he/'s smaller. From Sky Above the Weyr Lake, Rosalth has arrived. Heroic Optimus Prime Bronze Hatchling blinks slowly and seems to come to a decision to himself. Wings still held aloft and air-drying, he sets off toward the masses with the intent of establishing some sort of order. Or at least filling his stomach. From Sky Above the Weyr Lake, Rosalth circles several times, while Toria hangs precariously over the side, trying to spot an open space on the lake's shore. Courageous Bumblebee Brown Hatchling bounce-bounce-bounces cheerfully, playfully, and oh, is that a meatroll? It'd be rude to take without asking, though. Mahlia watches the bronze move, with wings held regally and smiles, yet another peace maker keeping up the pace. How about filling that empty neverending stomach with....sand? It's probably got lots of fiber. Or something. Yelena just peers at the closest hatchling with a narrowed gaze. "Really. Who let these things here /again/? Didn't we just get rid of a.... litter of them or something?" Ariadne has some masses needing order. Namely those flying stomachs mentioned earlier. But for now, all seems calm around the herder girl as she wiggles the herdbeast slowly at the bronze. Gaze, still quiet, continues to watch the hatchling as he finally moves. Tiberia snorts slightly. Order order order. Why do things have to be in order? There's no point...her thoughts are cut off as her handfull of hides falls in a clutter to the ground, some covering the little pile of meat she made, others blowing in the wind. Oh yeah...that's why there's order. She groans and sits where she is, picking up the hides one by one. Smiling at the new hatchlings, Shiana lets her eyes remain on the handsome bronze. Her eyes reveal a bit of the desire, but she refuses to approach him, wanting not to stress him, but allow him his own choice at his own time. Plenty of food is available should he so desire. From Sky Above the Weyr Lake, Mounted between Rosalth's neckridges, )Toria points, and Rosalth angles downwards, circling once more before landing. Avice has arrived. Avice arrives. Rosalth has arrived. Scylla drops a piece of meat and leaves it. She won't eat off the ground like those bottomless pits. She turns to face firelizards for a moment. A brown and a bronze. A bronze may be ok, but gold is all that will suffice perfectly for Scylla, because she's going to Impress gold when she gets old enough. At least that's what she thinks... Jasyra watches the little bronze stomach move forward towards the wall of offerings. Jasyra sits behind the wall --a challenge for the litte creature if he's interested in the brownriders food. "But Lycaenth...he looks so hungry. You're always so propper. It get old sometimes love....." she speaks, voice soft as she can manage. The wherry wriggles in hand still, "I'm going to offer it Ly....because I should." R'sha grins. "Aptly named," is all she says, lapsing into silence for once, though it could be just that there's a dragon babbling away in her mind instead that's keeping her quiet. Finally she adds, "And I hope you get more jerky soon... if only for the fact that your brown there will need feeding often, and a portable feast will be what you'll need to feed that growing boy." Mahlia looks up for a moment smiling at the circiling dragon then watching as it lands, her smile then heading back towards the bronze. Toria tosses a leg over Rosalth's neck and slides gently to the ground. Gershom follows the moving bronze with his eyes, holding out his meatroll-bearing hand. The forgotten half-roll still lies in the sands next to him, all but forgotten. Alsof forgotten is a small smudge of sand still gracing his cheek. But all attention is on that bronze. Fedall chuckles. "I do suppose I'm new to such." he reaches up and scratches Trouble's eyeridge, watching as the little flit finishes off the last of the jerky, then lets loose with a satisfied belch. "I am certain I will learn fast enough. Nor will he let me forget I am sure." he adds, still grinning widely. Heroic Optimus Prime Bronze Hatchling stops before a small herder girl. Really, isn't eight rather much for you to be handling all by yourself? He extends his muzzle and gently nips at the bit of herdbeast. Kaaru has arrived. Kaaru arrives. Naeda hms at the bronze for a time, particular 'lizard overwhelming miner by degrees and perhaps too much. Fickle eyes turn to brown hide, smallish smile darting onto the girl's face as she offers the 'roll, a shade less timidly that before to the brown maw. At least she tries. Till the day when all are one, Heroic Optimus Prime Bronze Hatchling's Chosen One will forever be Ariadne.