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 are copyright© 1967 by Anne McCaffrey, all rights reserved. The Dragonriders of Pern® is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey and used here with permission.

Lower Caverns
This area is actually where the main passages meet. Several stone glow holders keep the place well lit as riders, crafters, residents and children move back and forth along the hallways of the Weyr. Distant running water can be heard from the bathing pools or the giggles from the nursing in the resident's hall where many young children play.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Shnoofergoob.
Helenn is here.

(Rock) Yes, with Aida. Do you think she asked for this job? "Healer boy, get moving! No time to be a slacker today," she growls, pacing down the rows of cots and harrassing candidates into motion. "You think Rosalth is gonna like it if you lot are late?"

Helenn walks into Candidates' Chamber.

You leave for the candidates chamber.

Candidates' Chamber
Nestled within the quaint walls of chipped stone lies a few scattered cots, each with a colorful quilt folded neatly at one end, and a solid-backed chair stationed near the other. An array of artwork graces the walls depicting the life of a dragonrider from the early, white-robed Candidancy days to the ultimate horror of fighting Thread, seemingly brought to life beneath the flickering light of various glowbaskets.
Peeking down from a natural ledge, you see Nika, Snuffliberg, Nuisance, Static, and Rock.
You see Chores List, Candidates' Board, a large basket, Qzaedhir's Creepily Colorful Cot, Lau's Little Lair with Lauren occupying it, Dallan's Cot, Zevay's section of relative solitude, Euran's Cot, Niamh's Bed, and Hotaru's Cot of Silence here.
Qzaedhir, Hotaru, Xiver, Aida, Tad'ra, and Helenn are here.
From here you can go:
Hallway

You enter the candidate quarters.

Niamh has connected.

Tad'ra stands next to the door, watching almost lazilly... She glowers at the male candidates -- which kicks a few of 'em into gear. Oh, and poor Xiver... both Aida and a proddy-Tad? She's not paying attention to /him/ though. Mostly to her hands, where she's tying a piece of string into knot, after knot, after knot... you get the point.

Niamh puts Dragon Whistle in Niamh's Bed.
Brighid has arrived.
Niamh nudges Brighid, who launces into the air.

Ragdoll has arrived.
Helenn releases Ragdoll
Mama has arrived.
Helenn drops Mama.
Embroidery has arrived.
Helenn drops Embroidery.

Scarf has arrived.
Qzaedhir drops Scarf.

Rin has arrived.
Tad'ra drops Rin.
Tad'ra stretches out her arm for Rin

Dallaney is shoving at the shoulders of a slow-moving child-candidate in front of her, before she gives up and heads for her own cot. The child makes his safe way back, thankfully; while Dallan's locale sees a flurry of white, white robe.

Re'a walks lightly with a song and a smile into Candidates' Chamber.

Nuisance dozes off...

Nervously wringing her hands, Helenn makes her way over to her cot, reaching to get hold of her things. Let's see. Towel, no. Coat, no. Shirts, no. Aha! Robe! Although her sandles are missing. "RAGDOLL!" she yells.

Hotaru curls herself within the confines of her rather ill-made robe. Big eyes blink warily at the others as for once this vibrant child is without something to say. Blink. Time. Blink. Time. Oh Faranth..

Zevay walks into Candidates' Chamber.

Re'a enters in behind the last few that are scampering in from various places. Laughing softly, her eyes gleam with memories of the last time she was here for this. That time, she was in the candidate's shoes!

Cait wakes up from his nap.

Dallaney
Gaunt, Dallan is, grown into a gawky adolescent sturdiness. A mass of indifferent mahogany curls crisps defiantly from behind her ears, huddling to straggle over sharp eyebrows that cap equally hazel eyes in a thin face. Her nose is sharp, her chin well-defined; dark brown cheeks and lips naturally pursed make her no pleasure to look upon. Uncertain growth has given the slender limbs wiry strength, with a simple agility of motion, but she remains shorter than most others her age.
A robe of typical candidate-make swallows up her slight figure, simplicity giving nothing of shape to the sleeveless cloth. Grime has etched its determined graffiti in the form of brown mud that dapples the otherwise pure alabaster, splotching most of the outfit. The resultant stained white still casts her dark features into sharp relief, however; the knee-length robe only manages to shade the russet sandals that cosset her feet.

She is awake and looks alert.
Marooned in flurry, noise, and a sickening sea of white.

Aida starts marshalling the first few candidates to be ready. "Line up, line up, two by two or something." Some semblance of order, or Rosalth will bite /her/ head off. "Get rid of your fire lizards and trinkets and all that. Don't want you dropping something out there that you shouldn't." Isn't she just like her grandmother when she nags candidates like this?

Lauren has arrived.
From Lau's Little Lair, Lauren goes home.
Lauren comes home.

Helenn has already done this stripping thing. Of her things. Not her clothes. Clothes are wriggled out of and robe is wriggled into. "Ragdoll, where are my sandles?" she calls to the brown, as she adjusts the outfit a little bit, making sure it's laying properly.

Zevay runs over to his bed hoping over a nearby candidate's to reach his own. His expression is hard to determine as he throws his tunic off to replace it with his white robe. A smile now appears as he regards his firelizards, "You three behave okay?"

Lauren was wearing her robe to begin with. She's weird, yes. In any case, the Candidate blinks around at the confusion, attempting to find out what's going on without making it particularly obvious she was sleeping. Qzaedhir is approached -- quickly. And eventually, the Candi whispers to the sock-girl: "..uh. What's going in?"

Xiver comes bursting through the door and into the room, muttering something about humming dragons and riders yelling. "I'm here, I'm here," he pants and he picks through his cot for his robe. That found, he blushes slightly and turns his back to the room to change.

Xiver's Bronze Stuffed Dragon has arrived.
Xiver drops Xiver's Bronze Stuffed Dragon.

Mug has arrived.
Xiver drops Mug.

Niamh rushes into the room, already tugging off her vest. "I could hear those dragons rumbling clear down in the storage caverns!" she says, throwing her shirt on the floor and grabbing her robe. "They won't hatch before we get out there, will they? It'll take them a few minutes to get warmed up or whatever?" She tugs off her pants and adds them to the pile, leaving her feet bare as she heads for the forming line. There always has to be one person stupid enough to not wear sandals.

Zevay straightens his bed out and heads for the line forming near Aida. He smiles at his candidate buddies, "Hurry up or your dragons might have to go looking for you!"

Lexi walks into Candidates' Chamber.

Tad'ra looks up from the door, and offers a: "I'll take up the rear, alright?"

Re'a smiles, and after taking a deep breath, lifts her voice up. "Ok Candidates. Please.. calm down.. everyone stop, take a deep breath and then continue. We don't want anyone hyperventilating or anything... " Ok, so she doesn't want to be the one left to carry someone out there...

Hotaru slips towards the other candidates, her eyes getting rounder and rounder. Candies. Line. Yeah, that's it. A weak smile curves the corners of her lips as she eyes the others.

Aida inspects the first few candidates to assemble before her, including Zevay. "Okay -- okay -- hey you, take off that bracelet thing. You have /nothing/ but your robe on when you're on the sands." And maybe your underwear. "Okay -- okay -- okay -- "

Helenn would like to be carried out there, though. She can't find her sandles anywhere! Suddenly, with an 'Aha!', she dives under her cot, reaching waaayyy in the back and wriggling back out again. "Fould them!" she says joyfully, sitting down to try and wriggle into them. Much better.

Dallaney struggles into her sandals: those she won't leave behind; she looks over the chamber in its entirety, then shakes her head, grim smile readying itself. A leap takes her over those discarded quilts littering the floor, and she's lining up behind Zevay. A grin still remains, to tease, "You're okay around the queen now, right?"

Aida just looked at you.

Niamh spies Zevay and shuffles to his side, holding out her hand. "You'll stick with me, right?" she asks. "At least until one of us Impresses?"

Lexi walks in in a rush and sorries to everyone. Seems like she's /always/ late for everything. A bright smile and wave is given to all the Candidates, knowing their position exactly. She glances sheepishly at her fellow AWLMs as she rounds up a few of the stragglers, "Come on now, no more time to work on your robes. No, I think it best if your firelizard stays in here. Yes, the eggs are really going to hatch. No you don't have time to be sick."

Xiver slips into the line just behind Hotaru. He starts to move away, remembering Rosalth's dislike for Hotaru, but judging by Aida's look it would be unwise to move just now. So he's stuck beside Hotaru. Hopefully she won't jinx his chances or anything.

Qzaedhir storms in, damp hair and all as she tries to fix her white candidate's robe. "/Lauren/! /You/ did this, I know you did!" It's always Lauren, interrupting her baths.

Hotaru smiles a ghost of her former smiles, "Hi.." she says weakly, her hands twitching. "you nervous?" Now isn't -that- a stupid question, but hey, she's nervous.

Zevay grins at Dallaney, "Rosalth was so happy with my gift for Toria I'm sure I'm allowed back."

Zevay takes niamh's hand and squeezes it reassuringly, "You'll impress, I know it!"

Lauren flutters. She knew Aedh wasn't there when she said something. /Really/ she did. "..I didn't do /anything/. You'll dry off when we get on the Sands, anyway, Qzaedhir, if that's where we're going. Now, come on. We have to line up." Qzaedhir's hand is snatched, and Lau hauls the Igenite towards the line. "Stand with me." Lau needs someone to complain to.

Xiver blinks at Hotaru. "Who, me? No. Not really." He glances around at the other candidates. "Actually, yes. I am. Are you?" He spots Helenn and waves her over. "Helenn! Come stand with me! I gotta see if you Impress that green after all."

Re'a just watches the chaos for a moment before striding towards Aida and taking up a position next to her. She looks over every candidate as they finish and stand in line, whispering to one here and patting another onthe back there. "Looking good so far Aida.."

Niamh squeezes back, beaming. "Thanks. Keep an eye for a nice big bronze -- I'll bet one of 'ems yours!" she says, winking at Zevay, before glancing around the room at the others. "Good luck, everyone!" she calls.

Tad'ra is still lazilly standing by the door, watching the group... She's just doing this because, well, she has to.. But she's waiting for them to head out.

Helenn peers at Xiver. "I don't want a green, though!" she fairly wails, as she heads over to take the proffered hand. She still looks excited, though, as she shifts and wriggles and squirms, and... well, so on and so forth, etcetera.

Fiana just changed the @party!

It may be winter in the Telgar region, but those Sands are hot no matter what season! Eggs are shakin', Candidates crackin'--come see what we've got bakin'! A quick '@move me to #232' will put you in the Galleries, so come bet away your salaries!
Entered by Fiana (#8152) at Tue Dec 19 18:01:36 2000 MST

Zevay smiles at Niamh, "I hope....." He echos Niamh's declaration of good luck for the group.

Hotaru shudders slightly, "I'm nervous! About going out there with that over---" she halts herself and eyes the riders. Hmmmm. Might be prudent to keep her trap shut. She begins to bite her fingernails. OH, dear. Hopefully sudden death isn't painful. To be lunch...nah, she's not nervous at all. All calm and coonlness.

Aida lets Re'a do the maternal thing. She's just grouchy and wants this to be over with. "Now remember," she barks to the group, "bow to the queen, first thing, before you do anything else. Don't look at the eggs or the people -- bow to the queen. One fishy garland isn't going to make her love you for life."

Lexi rushes through the throngs of candidates as she makes her way smiling to Re'a and Aida. She lets out a breathless "Hi-ee!" as she stands next to Aida....She's not sure Re'a would want her near right now. "So, what are we all taking? As in tasks."

Xiver clings to both Hotaru and Helenn. He's surrounded by beautiful women. What could be better? "Don't bite your nails," he offers absently as a slightly worried expression crosses his face at the non-mention of Rosalth.

Aida gestures to the first few. "Let's go then. And /bow/," she mutters one last time, pushing those at the frontline out, including Zevay and Niamh.

Niamh is shoved out, still clinging to Zevay's hand. Here we go!

Niamh heads towards a narrow tunnel.

Zevay follows!

Zevay walks into Lower Caverns.

"I just /know/ you did it this time, Lauren. You must have." Qzaedhir snatches Imnobdee's hand as he passes. "Oh, we're going? Now?"

Hotaru clings to Xiver and shivers with anticipation.

Aida starts pointing the next few down. "Dallaney, Hotaru, and you bunch, et moving." Never mind if Hotaru is with Xiver; one pretty girl is enough for him.

Re'a heads out with the next few candidates, calmly reminding them to bow.

Helenn has Xiver's other side, grasping his hand and rocking from side to side. "Are we ready?" she comments, perhaps hoping everything'll be Ok.

Zevay walks into Candidates' Chamber.

Hotaru is issued to go. Oh, dear. Going.. going.. gone...
Hotaru heads towards a narrow tunnel.

Dallaney is just backing into some other candidates. And oh, they move off; and she follows.

Hatching Sands
Waves of heat hit you like a flash fire as you step onto the sands. After your eyes adjust to the dimmer light, you see what can only be described as a sea of sparkling white sand filling the huge cavern. Along the stone walls that keep the sand in place are a series of drawings showing the history of the cavern. Many talented stone carvers and painters have given life to past hatchings and many other scenes from daily life of the dragon pair. Looking up you see the countless ledges where the dragons greet the newest members to their Weyr with bugles and the galleries where residents, crafters and holders can watch the magical scene of a hatching...
You see Pile of Presents Egg Mound here.
Toria, Maia, Fiana, J'avia, Niamh, and Hotaru are here.
The following dragons are here: Rosalth and Pyranth
From here you can go:
Entrance

A myriad of colors dapple the various eggs huddled somewhat closely together on the far side of the hatching sands. In a strange sort of way it resembles the aftermath of Christmas morning; piles of miscellaneous debris discarded for the more coveted gifts that had been wished for.
Inside Pile of Presents Egg Mound you see Socks and Underwear Egg, Knitted Jumper Egg, Tasteless Lawn Ornament Egg, Clashing Triple China Set Egg, Gaudy Fake Tie-Tack Egg, Garish Plaid Sweater Egg, and Forgotten Fruit Cake Egg.

Xiver steps lightly onto the sands.
Helenn steps lightly onto the sands.
Re'a steps lightly onto the sands.
Lauren steps lightly onto the sands.
Zevay steps lightly onto the sands.
Qzaedhir steps lightly onto the sands.
Aida steps lightly onto the sands.

As the first of the candidates appear on the sands, the Weyrwoman's features come alive. Everything is calm, everything is good and orderly -- this will happen and all will be well. Toria sends a fond smile to her lifemate, a gentle hand moving to rest on her glistening saffron hide.

Tad'ra steps lightly onto the sands.

Re'a pauses, letting the candidates head out before her. Smiling to Rosalth, she makes her bows, and then heads across the sands to stand near her aunt.

Ceayrth arrives.

One of the first few Candidates to be shoved out by Aida, Niamh stumbles out onto the Sands, wincing as her bare feet hit the hot ground. A few steps and she regains her balance, bowing crookedly towards Rosalth, Toria, and the rest of the group out there for good measure before looking back at Zevay, her clingee.

Lexi steps lightly onto the sands.

Aida sketches a quick bow to the queen, courteous enough to appease queen and her own lifemate, then she shuffles hastily to where the weyrlingmasters await in their corner. Not that she's one of them, but stranger things have happened.

Hotaru winces at the heat of the sands and blinks up at the queen. Will she eat me? She forces out a respectful bow with a rather painful smile towards Rosalth and Toria. Looking back, she clings to Xiver. "Uhh.." she breaths, her eyes moving from object to object.

Fiana leans against the foreleg of her lifemate languidly, a smirk drifting lips up as Candidates make their way out. Ah, it's started.

Slowly drawing a breath, clinging lightly to Xiver's hand, Helenn treads out across the hot sands. Hesitating just a moment to remember the order, she bows low before Rosalth, then turning to bow to Toria. Then, the bronze recieves her bow, and Helenn stays silent as she follows the pair of friends, hoping everything's going to work out.

Lexi walks in casually, bringing up the rear as she bows to the gold and then heads off to one side slightly, just waiting for the fun to begin. Ahhhhhhhh...memories.

Zevay helps to keep Niamh's balance. He keeps his attention focused only on Toria and Rosalth as he enters though. WIth a rocking step and a sweeping arm, he bows as elegantly as an unschooled herder boy can do.

Qamrath arrives.

Xiver trails out, one hand holding Hotaru's, the other Helenn's. "You'd better be good," he hisses at Hotaru as he bows, with a smile to both Rosalth and Toria. "I don't want to get kicked off or anything." Bronze gets a bow next, and Helenn's hand a reassuring squeeze.

Tad'ra follows after Aida -- nay, stalks. A quick bow, before she fully makes her way after the other rider She's not a weyrlingmaster either, but it doesn't much matter. Well, at least its a good "seat", as it were.

Turns of experience has taught Toria that she cannot bow in return to them all, so instead she simply plants a brilliant smile on her slender lips and nods to each candidate as they pass.

Dallaney won't, or can't, accept that light-haired girl next to her, who's somehow gotten hold of her hand. Averting her gaze from that candidate and not the audience, she drags both down into a deep bow to Rosalth, Pyranth, and their riders. The galleries she glances at, up above. Wow.

Maia eyes Toria quickly, just checking on her. Then she takes a prop against Qamrath as they both settle in to watch the event.

Rosalth resists the urge to protect her eggs from certain candidates, still feeling that one or two might cause harm, but she knows they really wont. Or at least shes trying. She looks down as her lifemate touches her and gives a semblance of a croon mixed in with all the humming, then just as the last of the white clad youngsters makes it in she looks back to her brood and kicks the humming up a notch, the sound almost deffing in its intensity.

Re'a gives Toria a smile and nod as she stands near the other weyrlingmasters and riders. The smile never really leaves her face, and greenrider nearly bounces in place. This is too exciting...

Lauren grumbles irritably as she wakes up, and rubs at her eyes sleepily before standing and stalking off. Hrmph. It's too early.

Qzaedhir clings to Imnobee and Lauren with the tenacity of a sock full of static, even as she dips down to bow towards Rosalth and Pyranth and their riders. "The eggs are /moving/... like they're about to actually /hatch/."

Lauren stalks out onto the Sands, eyes flaring wide open and step promptly turning into a hop-hop-hop sort of thing as she hits the burning surface. "Ow! Ow, ow.. oh, bow." Yes, Lauren can bow, and she proceeds to prove this by dipping forward in a fairly decent show of respect towards Rosalth and the others. And then she continues to hop towards the eggs. "Ow."

As if the humming were a queue, which perhaps it is, the eggs start shaking; almost as a whole.
J'avia smiles just as brightly as the rest of the riders present, casting a glance to teh ledges and her own belovid. She nod sto R'ea as she joins the assistant Weyrling master group and they both awaite the thrill of first impression.

Hotaru bites her lip and hisses, "I'll be good.." to Xiver. Like she's ever bad! It wasn't her fault.. errr.. she better not keep on that train of thoought. Eggs are eyed and thoughts of--er-- fly right out of her head. Oooh. Eggs. Moving. Hatching. Wow.

Gently, inner kernal bubbling up and threatening to pop out, Baskets of Strangely Colored Popcorn Egg shakes to and fro, life impatient to get out.

The sea of eggs quiver and quake. They had been previously active, but now that have absolutely come alive. It's almost as if they were going to explode at the exact same time!

Niamh has to step aside to make room for the candidates coming after her, pulling Zevay along after her. "Where should we stand?" she murmurs, looking around the Sands, and then the galleries catch her eyes. "Wow, there's lots of people up there!" And they're looking down here. Suddenly self-conscious, the woman tugs at the hem of her robe, trying to make the short thing cover a little bit more of her legs.

Zevay starts the candidate shuffle on the sands, namely the switching between feet as the sands slowly broil them. He squeezes Niamh's hand and gives Xiver the okay sign. "Least we're all together."

Helenn hops to and hops fro, feeling the sand even through the soles of her sandles. Ouch, ow. Ouch, ow. Ouch, ow. "Look at them go." she murmers. "So many of them! When are they going to _hatch_?"

Despite the frenetic activity of its compatriots, Splotched Arctic Jigsaw Puzzle Egg languishes, inert and indifferent. Its crimson base darkens, however, throbbing with an internal pulse.

Xiver isn't nervous, no. He's just shaking from the cold. Or heat. That's it. "Now I would assume. I mean, that /is/ why the dragons started humming, right?" Helenn gets a grin as well, as he does his best not to squeeze either Hotaru or Helenn's hands too hard.

Imported Genuine Bona Fide Rock Egg Genuine Bona Fide Rock Egg trembles. Was that an earthquake? Nah, just it getting a little better settled into it's spot. It's too nice in here to leave just yet.

Baskets of Strangely Colored Popcorn Egg shivers and rocks from the inner pressure building. Scarlet ribbons slip free, tenuous knots untie, and a burst of force shatters the remainder of the helter-skelter patterened shell. Left amidst the broken shards, Mellifluous Piper Green Hatchling sprawls across the sand; wings outstretched, tail unrolling with a *thump* on the ground.

Mellifluous Piper Green Hatchling
Whimsically pruned to a slender frame, the wild melody of verdurous vinings over forest loam hide raises joyful panegyric to her reedy size. The gentle flare of nose complements the demure cant of jaw, yet energetic opal orbs and deviously pointed headknobs beckon with sylvan allure. Grass-green fingers twine in merry syncopation down sinuous neck and attenuated torso, while a slapdash pattern of fawn-like olive dances across lower chest to the landscape of slim stomach. A verdant canopy rests upon angular and delicate wingframes, masking paper-thin veined 'sails and filling out the narrow slope of back and satyr's tail, leaving only the tip a muddled ochre spade.

Euran steps lightly onto the sands.

Lexi nods a bit to herself as a green breaks shell. And so it begins.

Fiana lifts brows. "A green," she murmurs. "I think that signifies a clutch of wildlings." The red-headed weyrwoman turns to the other two and winks. "Good luck to the Weyrlingmasters."

Hotaru becomes very still. Ooh. Pretty. "Xiver.." she breaths softly, her eyes latched on the wonder that is dragonet. They look like -that- coming out? She is awestruck, that she is..

Niamh oohs softly, pointing over at the imported rock egg. "Look, it's moving!" They all are, actually... and that one just hatched! Brown eyes skim over the green eagerly. "Ohhhh, /look/ at her, Zevay! She's so tiny!"

Lauren nearly faints as the green Hatches, still clutching Qzaedhir's hand as she topples into Selphie. "Selphie, Selphie!" Twitch, twitch. "It hatched. Qzaedhir, that egg. It /hatched/. A green. That.. /colorful/ little egg hatched such a cute thing." Colorful is not a compliment at the moment. "She's so.. /small/, Qzaedhir. So terribly /small/. Are they always like that?" Former Weaver's voice trails off at the thoughts.

Dallaney can't see much from here, but maybe, just maybe there're faces she wants to see. And yes, she eyes the snaking lines of candidates that circle that clutch, rubbing at her nose as an egg hatches, and a green sprawls from the mess. That robe that attempts to imitate her skin's darkness is twitched, sandals wobbling slightly on the sands as she makes an appreciative noise, eyes bright.

K'ren steps lightly onto the sands.

Helenn looks at the green with a wide smile. "Green." she says, gleefully, still rocking from foot to foot, eyes warm. "She's _so_ lovely." A hip and a hop, and Helenn managed to keep her feet from getting too terribly scalded with the heat. "I wonder... do you think she might be mine?" No, she doesn't want green. She really doesn't! But...

Mellifluous Piper Green Hatchling stands stock still at first, trembling from the effort of true birth. The realization of what's happened sets in and her dainty head lifts, tri-lids opening one at a time. Already unfurled wings shakily jerk once, ridding the thin 'sails of embryo goo and whatnot, then flip to fold against her back. Still standing in the shards of her once-home, she turns her gaze this way and that--one has to survey the ground before hunting it.

Toria chuckles at Fiana, but remains solid as she gazes out toward the eggs, brow arching as another pops to reveal a warmly bronzed hatchling.

Zevay grins and excitement fills his voice, "And look at her markings...." He squeezes her hand again and looks to see who the little green might be choosing. There are many here to pick from.

Rosalth pauses her humming to give a joyful croon of greeting to the first to hatch, her eyes whirling a bright blue green as she then croons incouragement to seek out a partner before resuming the hummm of welcome to the rest.

Without warning, Splotched Arctic Jigsaw Puzzle Egg shivers, its black striations crackling as if a gust of winter wind had penetrated the hatching sands' warmth and frosted its surface. But the tremor lasts only a moment, before the egg stills, veiled once more in silent silver.

"Lookit..." Xiver's nervous twiching stops as the first hatches. Turning to Hotaru he blinks. "What? Isn't she lovely? Look at her?" Without waiting for a response, the healer-candidate turns back to the eggs. Maybe the green'll be for Helenn,a nd win him that half-mark he bet.

Stiffening from its quaking, Gaudy Fake Tie-Tack Egg decides it is time, and the shell cracks slowly, letting a brown appear. Stretching himself out, he wanders his way to a young woman, who manages to be tumbled over since the dragon doesn't seem to stop easilly. "Oh, Tysith, we're going to have to work on that," Guyhn intones.

Euran quickly ducks into the sands, his face pale in fright. Moving around and over toward the Queens and the Weyrwomen are giving his bowing. Water sizzling off his forehead and then he moves next to Dallaney silently. Taking a bath to be clean for hatchlings takes a long time.

Hotaru clings to Xiver's hand and watches the pairing of Guyhn and Tysith before attention is again focused on the eggs. Her eyes scan the mound, looking for one in particular? Maybe, maybe not. For now, she oohs and ahhs softly over the hatched green. Pritty.

Shake. Rattle. Not gonna roll.. just yet. With that, Imported Genuine Bona Fide Rock Egg becomes still .

"Oh! It /hatched/!" Qzaedhir clings onto Imnobdee's hand harder, dewy blue eyes wide. The fact that Lauren caused all of this and interrupted her bath is forgotten already, and Aedh tightens her grip on the girl's hand. "Small? Wow, do you think the other eggs are going to hatch soon?"

Helenn looks over as the pile shakes, noticing her egg in the pile. Oooh. That's a good thing! "Look, there's the blue one." she says softly, pointing. "Maybe when it hatches, I can get some of that shell?" She remembers wanting it. Rosalth is glanced-at about that. Can she, pretty goldie?

Lexi ushers the new bronrider and her lifemate over to the side where the meat is awaiting. "Great to see some more female brownriders." Then with that pairing settled she watches once mroe the sands, ready to be of assisstance to new riders.

The eggs seem happy with their shaking, and rolling. Actually, some do. Its a call: Look at me! I'm special!

Re'a sees that Lexi has the first underhand, she glances back out, calling out to a blue and his new lifemate. "Right this way.. " She leads the pair to the buckets of fresh meat, letting the new rider get the hand of feeding his dragonet.

Lauren's grip tightens, as well, both on Selphie's hand and Qzaedhir's. "..probably, Qzaedhir. I hope so." Her feet are burning, and even watching the eggs just /rock/ is torture enough. Speedy endings are fine for this Weaver. Unless she forgets about her feet burning. "..hmm, an Impression already.. Guhyn! Congratulations." Lau's so nice. Eh, heh.

Dallaney feels a shape slide into place beside her, and automatically nudges, a bit too fiercely: "You're late," and wet, apparently. "A green, over there." She's just assuming others aren't as observant as she is. Tension rattles in her pointing hand, waved at the empty air.

Xiver glances at Helenn, but just shrugs. He doesn't want to get on Rosalth's bad side. Not now, when he's standing next to Hotaru. He watches the first Impression, but not really knowing the candidate, glances back to the green. Wonder how many people he'd suprise if he Impressed green.

Splotched Arctic Jigsaw Puzzle Egg lurches into motion, scorning all laws of geography and nature in its shuddering urgency. Silver's veil enshrouds it even more deeply, rendering other hues less visible save for the rich red that fires its base.

Zevay peers eagerly at the eggpile. His eyes trail toward the pair departing and since they are too far off to call to he waits until later to congratulate them, "Niamh, where was your favorite egg? We move a little closer to it if you like."

K'ren has been here the whole time, really, just hidden by the steady flip-flop of Pyranth's tail. A hand finds the dragon's hide and runs a smooth arc across one talon as he moves out from the shadows. A pat follows before he's off to join the Weyrwoman and her present company.

Mellifluous Piper Green Hatchling lifts green-veined nose into the air, tasting the hot scents that waft over her newborn nostrils. A shiver washes over tiny form and she catches whiff of something. The greenling lifts a foreleg to step away from her shell-shards, but stops, wobbles, and warbles a strange croon. Dainty head turns down to look at her stomach--traitor! That /hurt/!

Niamh catches the first Impression and looks away from the green to cheer. "Congratulations, Guyhn!" she calls, jumping up and down a little for more reason than her quickly scorching feet. "I told her she'd Impress," she brags loftily at Zevay, grinning, and then shrugs. "Oh, I don't know if I have a favorite. They're all pretty. I just want to see it all!"

Remnants of red giftwrap crinkle deeply, energizing the splotch at the egg's tip as something arises from the depths within. As if a child had dropped it, Splotched Arctic Jigsaw Puzzle Egg scatters into myriad silver snowflakes, each piece of a design odd, at best, and confusing, at worst -- never to be put together again. In its place, Effervescent Kappa Blue Hatchling shimmers fluidly, awash in curious uncertainty.

Effervescent Kappa Blue Hatchling
Turquoise currents course over sinuous breadth, beginning with waves of soft blue, green and yellow that swirl across pointy muzzle: fluvial hues ripple across the slight dip residing atop his head and wrestle downwards over a plump form to conclude in virescent talons. Flattened headknobs yield to miniscule ridges down his neck, vivid aqua splashed once more with green and yellow to render a tortoiseshell pattern across his back; the same variegation speckles broad wings which, when neatly folded, conjure shell's anamorphosis. Playful intelligence glistens within deep liquid gaze, illuminating the energy with which stormy blues crash down his back, flowing home along the length of short tail.

Hotaru feels like quite the pariah, knowing that just being out on the sands jeapardizes Xiver's .. erm .. livelyhood, but that is all forgotten with the hatching of the next dragonet. Oooh. Pretty. "more.." she mutters, her eyes like round saucers plastered with sweat-tinged hair.

Toria's already bright smile warms as the Weyrleader comes forward. Leaning close, she stage whispers to him, trying to be heard over the din, "How is he?"

Euran looks toward Dallaney and just nods quietly, "I didn't mean to." A whisper toward Dallan before silently pausing again. Looking at the two hatched out. Not smiling but pale in confused and dazed excitement. Though they are scary dragonets, he seems to be unafraid.

Helenn 's favorite egg hatched a blue? "Oh!" she calls, surprised and pleased... er, sorta pleased... as she hops from foot to foot. "Look, he's so pretty!" she declares in a breath. "He's _so_ pretty!" she repeats. "Look at him, Hotaru, Xiver... isn't he?" She's getting wrapped up in this, now.

"Oh!" squeaks Qzaedhir again, pointing at a rocking egg. "Imnobdee, Lauren, /look/. That one's moving, and it's shaking a lot, and it's falling apart, like it's going to /hatch/ or something... look, it /did/ hatch!"

With a loud explosion, an egg gives way to a dynamic bronze who stands there, posed just so for the lights. With a commanding presence, he makes his way through the throngs of white-clad candidates, distain showing on his wrinkled muzzle at each rejected person. Finally, he pauses, takes a second sniff, and proudly cries out that T'beor, once Tobeor, is his! With an egotisic laugh, the boy nods his head as he gazes at the females around him. "That is a good question, Notobeeth."

Xiver's watching of the green is completely distracted as the blue hatches. "Ooh..." He tugs on Hotaru and Helenn's hands. "Look at him. Look, it's he adorable. Just look at him..." Even feet shifting pauses as he stares at the blue for a long moment. Then he blinks, and turns to Helenn with a quirked grin. "That green Impress you yet?"

Lauren shudders, eyes instinctively darting to the galleries as Lauren attempts to find a fellow Weaver or a sibling -- she needs support right now. Besides from Candidates on the Sands, though that's welcome, too. "...shards! So many already.. T'beor! Congrats!" Even if Lau doesn't even know who he is. "..and yes, it did hatch. Faugh.. I'm so.. /nervous/."

Effervescent Kappa Blue Hatchling takes a tentative step forward, then another, slowly sinking, slowly thinking. His liquid gaze takes in the spectacle of the sands, curiosity aroused by a sight so frightening, but still so inviting. Dare he cross the perilous sand to see what waits for him beyond?

Re'a watches the impressions closely, mind on that bet she's made with a certain greenrider. The new bronze is waved to, and the name tried out. "T'beor, and Notobeeth.. this way please!"

Rosalth looks to Pyranth as Toria looks to his rider, and croons, she is doing that alot tonight, and with good reason. She doesnt move though, there is still some reminants of that protective stance hovering over that golden egg.

Dallaney did ignore the first impression, especially now that eggs are hatching all ahead. She gives Euran around a poke for good measure, but that's before T'beor impresses; she fairly stares at Notobeeth after, jaw dropped slightly in admiration. "He got a great bronze," she concedes to anyone in hearing range. "And I knew it too."

Zevay laughs at Xiver's retort to Helenn, "You know just for that comment she's going to impress something other than a green." He looks at the beautifully colored hatchlings with some awe. A quick glance to Niamh to make sure she's okay and its back to watching the sands. He doens't dare look at the galleries.

Hotaru bounces on the balls of her feet, hand clinging to Xiver's. Who'll gthe green go to? and the blue? and.. oooh.. such torture to not know who'll get picked. Will she be left alone? Or not? Such torture! She bites her lips and bounces on cooked feet. Anyone want a side of sole?

Helenn doesn't want the golden egg. She wants a shard from that lovely blue one. "Do you think I can reach them?" she asks Xiver, in nearly a whisper. "And no! It's not my green." She's still insisting that she's not a green-person, apparently. Back to the sands, her eyes wander once more, as she tries to find where the cracked shell is, so she can try and get... just... one pretty piece.

K'ren angles his shoulder downward and returns Toria's smile, "As nervous as any first time father. Though he's handling it remarkably well." A glance slips to the bronze who seems to be trying to keep track of each and every Candidate.

Lexi has glistening tears in the corners of her eyes, "It's just...so...beautiful...*sniff sniff*" She takes out a hanky and dabs at eyes slightly. Her? Emotional? Nah. She clears her throat and settles on the work at hand. Eyes peer round to make sure all new dragonets are being well fed and such.

Niamh squints at the bronze pair making their way to the side. "Don't know him," she decides after a moment, but cheers anyways. "Congratulations! So there's the first bronze...." She pauses, making a quick calculation. "A brown and a bronze Impressed, and a blue and a green still out there. One of each... except for gold." She glances towards the gold trinket egg, still guarded by Rosalth. "I think we'll have to wait on that one a while."

Mellifluous Piper Green Hatchling shakes herself again to gain control over the hunger pains in her stomach. It's time to get this show on the road. Stepping completely away from her shards, back feet pushing back some of the hot sand to cover up the mess (because she didn't do that), she begins a closer inspection of her surrounds. So many in white, so many to wade through. Where is her hunting partner, her teammate? Must she work through /all/ of them? Yes--it's up to her to teach that person how to play on this team.

Toria grins broadly and nods to K'ren before turning back to watch the eggs and candidates as they start to come together.

Xiver grins and laughs softly at Zevay. "She'd better not! I /need/ that half-mark. At least if you don't Impress brown, all that'll happen is I have to do a favor." He turns back to Helenn though, sparing one long glance for the blue. Just to see if he's made any progress. "No I can't reach them. And even if I could, I /wouldn't/."

Lauren's head leans forward, and, eventually, her brown eyes flicker closed. That's enough work for today. Time to sleep.

Euran is poked and just looks toward the blue, not really liking those that /already/ impressed. The green is ignored mildly quiet he nervously looks toward the blue, thinking happy thoughts, but his face is as pale and nervous as can be. "Move..." Whispered to it.

Zevay says, "Have you thought of what favors might be asked of you? I'd rather lose the mark Xiver...""

J'avia does her part of walking out to the sands to gather the newly impressed pairs and escort them out of the way of those still sand hopping.

Qzaedhir has disconnected.

Effervescent Kappa Blue Hatchling wends towards a pair of huddled hold girls, but they are just as quickly forgotten as something else beckons him further down the candidate curve. Are those bells in random order, deep beneath the nervous cries of dragonets and candidates? Or maybe it's just his stomach that's tolling with impatience.

Qzaedhir has connected.

Re'a is still smiling, still bouncing in place helping each new impressee to the buckets of meat. *sigh* Memories... they're nice!

Zevay peers at the hatchlings, shouldn't they impress by now? And what about the eggs shouldnt' they be hatching? What if they all don't hatch? What if these are the only ones to be shelled? Okay...breathe deep, its just the hot sands burning through our feet and boiling our brains. Nothing is wrong. Is that another egg rocking?

Another little half-step forward, then another, and Helenn tries to get where she can reach the shells over there. Ouch, oooo! She winces at the heat, almost whispering to Xiver, "C'mon. Move this way just a little bit. I want to get a piece of that eggshell."

Lauren grumbles irritably as she wakes up, and rubs at her eyes sleepily before standing and stalking off. Hrmph. It's too early.

Xiver hadn't, actually, thought about what favors had been asked of him. Maybe he should have. But it's too late now. "Still better to have the half-mark." Eyes flicker back to the blue, before on to Helenn. "Are you /crazy/? Rosalth'll kick us all off again!" Poor Xiver. Stuck between the troublemaker and the shell theif.

Gold-Plated Trinket Egg shivers under its mother's watchful eye, the force of life inside testing itself just barely before deciding to still again. Tease.

Euran eyes the blue hatchling before poking Aedh, "Why is it taking so long?" Question asked at the candidate brushes a set of wet maroon bangs aside to look at the hatchling. Shifting from foot to foot, it's terribly hot on Eu's terribly gentle and soft feet.

Imported Genuine Bona Fide Rock Egg gives another shake, it's treasure within beginning to get impatient with the wait. *knock knock* Anyone out there listening?

Hotaru does -not- want to move any closer to that queen than is absolutely necessary. She'd probably cause a riot.. as it is, it's best to stay nice and -away- from the eggs. Especially that golden one. But.. Ooh.. she does remember it's touch. She smacks her hand surreptitiously. "No ideas!" Hand tightens on Xivers to quell the strong will that surges up....

Rosalth peers down as her most coveted egg gives a shiver, then calms as it stills once more. Good, its not going to do that... everybody can go home when all the rest are done, she'll just keep this one.

Knitted Jumper Egg wiggles, as if the egg is too tight -- which in fact it is! With what one could swear is an audible *pop*, the shards fall away, showing a brown dragonet, who stumbles into the feet of Nythan. "Oh, silly Hysith!" Y'an laughs, "You /are/ funny!"

Lexi smiles brightly at the new brown and his rider, waving them over and then looking at the other AWLMs, "Anyone mind if I take this one?" She just /loves/ the brownies.

Dallaney's poke is being passed on, and that's interesting, yet goes unnoticed by the candidate -- she's looking on the eggs with too much gravity. If that one goes over /there/; she squirms, without meaning to, and steps gingerly, shifting weight onto the other foot.

Mellifluous Piper Green Hatchling approaches the same huddled group her younger brother tried out, snaking long neck around the back of one. Are they back here? Hiding from her? No--there's only squealing young things with no sense. Giving them a censuring rumble, she stalks off in another direction, ungainly head drooping her nose into the sand every now and then to test the trail. Ah--wait--is that it?

Effervescent Kappa Blue Hatchling abruptly changes direction, drawn by another tide of attraction. Where is the one he wants, the one who promises perfect order? He's surrounded now by those who aren't it, but wait -- beyond, near that trio that seems to be tugging in different directions.

Zevay sees one of his favorite eggs hatch a brown. A smile on his face indicates that someone made a mark or two this evening. Two for two so far.

Lauren grumbles irritably as she wakes up, and rubs at her eyes sleepily before standing and stalking off. Hrmph. It's too early.

Niamh cranes her neck, straining to see what's going on. "The green," she murmurs, nudging Zevay.

Movement. Gold-Plated Trinket Egg shakes violently then stills just as suddenly. Is that a crack in the shine of its surface? Possibly, one can't tell. Another tremor makes its presence known, gold sparkling as it quakes against the white of the sands.

Helenn is certainly tugging in one direction, just a little bit. "Come on." she says, frowning. "It's eggshell. It's not like I'm going after the queenegg. Or even one of the other whole eggs." She looks at the shell wistfully. "And it'll all be crushed, by the time everything's hatched olt.

Xiver hasn't made any marks yet. It's all up to Zevay and Helenn. Don't let Healer Boy don't now! Nudging Helenn with his elbow, he peers at the blue. "Is it coming this way, do you think?" Maybe? Just say yes. Humor him.

Clashing Triple China Set Egg seems to shake itself off, pieces falling to the sands -- and then shattering into even smaller pieces. Finally, the shades of a blue within can be seen, and he shoves himself to his feet. After searching a bit, he flumps onto the feet of a girl, by the name of Nuina. "Oh, Juskth," now Nui giggles, "You are, for a baby, a little heavy."

Though his curiosity about this new world is far from abated, Effervescent Kappa Blue Hatchling has more impatient needs on his young mind. His gait might be ungainly, his form unbalanced, but his footing is sure as he waddles across the sands as fast as his legs can carry him. The water is calling him and where it goes, he must follow -- to sink at the feet of a brown-haired boy with eyes of the deepest ocean: Xiver.

Hotaru blinks as the blue pickes the man that has her hand. Oh.. wow.. "Xiver!!" She squeals rather loudly--think screeching--and bounces on her toes, her face splitting in a wide grin.

Euran just looks toward the blue again and just does this while fixing his robe quietly then looking toward Xiver, "Oooh Xiver!" Uh-oh now someone is on his list... Eyes toward the new Weyrling waiting for the name.

Life concealed begs for release, and Gold-Plated Trinket Egg responds with shivers giving way to miniscule cracks pursuing their course in the burnished surface of the ovoid. Though to the observer only the quaking is noticed; the slight fissures only blending into the white veins already snaking around its facet. At once, the impatience of the one within takes over. Encasement is /shattered/ in one motion to nothingness, and where gold once shimmered in the light, Ardent Sunbird Gold Hatchling flames in its place.

Ardent Sunbird Gold Hatchling
Veinings of desert cream's scintillation melt in fine detail around slender underbelly, while matching saffron damask plumage loops over wire-drawn neck. A rising veil of gilt scarlet flames erupts from the tranquil pool of milky gold, igniting an inferno across the wide expanse of her delicate wings in a blinding blaze of furious energy that engulfs the zenith of her elongated crest and outer fringes of her being. The clash of negative and positive forces crackles with incandescent excitement from tail's tip to the tapering of imperial snout, sparking eternal inspiration in the arrayed facets of her infinite eyes.

Zevay turns Niamh's attention on Xiver, "Look....I think its going to him!" He shuffles a bit and watches with awe as it does indeed appear the dragon is going for his friend.

Re'a grins, there goes a few marks she had bet on Xiver. Her gaze swings to the galleries and she waves sweetly to a certain green rider up there. One down, two more to go.

Saine arrives.

Lexi looks at the two new bluerider pairs and smiles brightly, they are dropping like vtols now.

"The green," Niamh repeats. "She's moving to someone, isn't she?" And watching the green makes her miss Xiver's Impression. She turns to see him with the blue already at his feet and then the harper candidate does something rather uncharecteristic: she squeals. "Xiver!"

Xiver blinks. "Anamyrth," he murmurs softly. "His name is Anamyrth," a bit louder this time. Then, dropping Helenn and Hotaru's hands, he sinks to his knees to run his hand along the blue's head. "Anamyrth..."

Hotaru stills at the hatching of the golden dragonet. "Oh...." she can't speak as cold rushes down her face and into her feet. Shock.

Helenn blinks for a moment, as the hand she's grabbing onto is suddenly stilled. "Hey, Xiver? Come on. It's over this wa... Xiver?" She blinks, looking back to see him... and the blue. "Oh, Xiver! He's pretty! XIVER!" she calls out, nearly stumbling as her hand is released.

A rather plain egg cracks, shards raining down like leaves from a book. A timid head peers out, brown suddenly thrust out into the wide world. After searching carefully through his choices, he calmly makes his way to stand before Barnes, a harper apprenctice. Whirling eyes meet nervous ones, and boy falls to his knees to hug the dragonet. "I agree! There are a lot of books out there to read, and not enough time, Nobleth!" laughs B'nes.

Lauren grumbles towards the gold, twitching and muttering: "She reminds me of her mother." The Candidate-eater. Hopefully, it doesn't run in the family. Eh, heh. "...ooh, shards! Xiver! /Xiver/!" She liked him. He was nice. Unlike herself. "Congratulations, Xiver! ..and Anamyth! A lovely name!" Green and gold get another wary glance; lots of dragonets, and many more Candidates. A stressful thing to ponder, to be sure. Eh, heh.

Ardent Sunbird Gold Hatchling stands admist what is left of her home, still for a moment as if posing for all to see. Wings are shaken, then furled against her back. She tilts her head back and eyes her mother, almost apologizing for having to hatch. Then she turns to the sea of white, eyes darting to and fro. Where to start?

Toria's lip twitches as she sees the X'ver boy impress. Leaning toward the Weyrleader, she murmurs, "He's a good boy. Telgar is lucky."

Imported Genuine Bona Fide Rock Egg trembles, then shakes, and a soft knocking from inside is heard. Whatever is inside wants out.. now. Tiny faults begin to show, lines cracking down it's length and around pertrusions.

Mellifluous Piper Green Hatchling slows for a moment, faceted orbs raking a rather haughty gaze across the sea of white. It focuses especially on a certain clump as she nears it with a predatory, slow pace; as if to say--no, none of you. That one. There. Moving her muzzle in a mute signal for the sea to part, Mellifluous Piper Green Hatchling advances with inate speed and only /slightly/ wobbly grace to single out Lauren; seperating treasure from the dross.

Rosalth lets the excitement of impression happily distract from the wiggling of the gold egg... but it is to late, her sun bright daughter is suddenly at her feet. Once see though, there is no turning back, her croon now is nothing but pure loving incouragement. That lovely dragonet is her doing... and Pyranth's. Pappa bronze is giving a loving look as well, before Toria is included as well.

Dallaney spots another familiar face, and pauses to shout a "'Grats" towards Xiver. And then there's the gold, and she quivers in place, dread mixing with torrid anticipation. "Anamyrth," she cannot help but hear, and the name gets passed down to Euran beside her, and the horrid girl on the other side.

Euran looks toward the gold silently, "Oh poo." Terribly under his breath...you can't hear him. Just a look waiting for a new dragonet, which might catch his attention. Then to Lauren with a faint...very faint smirk, "Lauren!" Scratch that one.

Saine has been here all the time, doing the candidate shuffle and generally sinking into the background, unusual as that might be for her. Lauren and X'ver's impressions are greeted with ear piercing shrieks, the woman almost loud enough to deafen any candidates standing nearby. "Oh wowee!"

Helenn returns to the pile, grabbing onto Hotaru's hand again. No uise leaving that girl out there alone, with all the boiling trouble going on. "Congratulations, Xiver." she calls out. And... "Another one? Oh, LAUREN!" she cries out, smiling warmly. "Lauren, congratulations!" And even the gold can't pull her eyes away from the Impressions of her friends.

Lexi calls out to Xiver and his little blue, "You wanna come on over here and feed your little friend. I know he must be starved. Anamyth, what a perfect name for him." She ushers the boy over.

Hotaru bounces on the balls of her feet, her gaze entranced by the glare of desert beauty. Oh.. my. Head cranes and she slinks a little to the left, close to Helenn to see better. Lauren captures her attention as the green impresses to her, "Congrats, Lauren!!" High pitched squeak is louder than even she intended. She -must- be nervous. But.... no way would any dragonet be allowed near her. Afterall, she's Rosalth's future lunch...

Niamh cheers again as she sees a fellow harper Impress. "Way to go, Barnes!" she cries, turning to flash an excited smile at Zevay. "Did you see? He Impressed! And -- ooh, the green went to Lauren!" And then her gaze lands on the gold.

X'ver glances up from Anamyrth, just in time to cath Lauren's Impression. "Lau! Lau! Congrats!" Then a soft smile goes to Helenn and Hotaru as he makes his way toward Lexi, Anamyrth at his side.

Garish Plaid Sweater Egg lists, faintly, to the side. Its shells begin to unravel from it, and finally the pieces come away to reveal the green inside as she looks about confusedly. Finally exploring, she takes a tumble right into a portly cook, by the name of Tisha, from Fort. A laugh rumbles forth -- from both, perhaps -- as they get to their feet. "Yes, Cisnth," Ti'a smirks, "There are lots of good things to eat."

Imported Genuine Bona Fide Rock Egg moves cautiously, then with increasing vigor. A hidden imperfection cracks, and a gray chip flakes off to lie in the sand. Quartzite glitters with each undulation, and soon, thin fissures become gaping fractures as a small muzzle peeks through. One last knock from the inside sends shards flying all around, leaving Stately Gryphon Brown Hatchling behind to examine the shiny bits around him.

Stately Gryphon Brown Hatchling
Crowned with an inborn elegance, his regal form resonates with the force of life. Rich mahogany distinguishes an arrogant head, headknobs' tufted diadem restraining gold-gilt muzzle's predatory hook; more earthen tones mantle his form from neck down, deep browns and golds that blur into wingsails, sweeping an illusion of feathers across overly large wings. Sculptured muscles dominate smooth tawny hide, longer hindquarters ending in broad paws' razor-sharp talons, while sunset shades wend across leonine tail to the ebony plume anointing its tip.

Lauren's eyes peer down at the green for a moment, not particularly understanding. "Make a perfect team? ..huh." And then, a moment later: "What?" See Lau's eyes flare wide open. See Lau's hands release Selphie and Qzaedhir and drop to the green's neck, the Weaver following suit in a kneel. "..oh, shards.. Innokasth. /Innokasth!/" The second repitition is a joyous yell for the sake of the others, and then: "..and I'm.. Len." Beam, glow, pride. Et cetera.

Ardent Sunbird Gold Hatchling takes the first step away from her shattered egg, and one last glance back, she starts forward. That insistent hunger pain succeeding in pushing her on. She starts for a group of girls crowded together in a circle, but immediately turns away at the screams from the silly bunch. Once again, she's on the trail. Where is she? Over there, perhaps..

Lexi smiles down at X'ver, "Just little bits...and don't overfeed." She then looks back out and a debonair brown catches her eye. She /does/ hols a special place in her heart for that color.

Dallaney has met that ex-weaver, ex-candidate before. "Lauren?" she calls, with no need for reminders from the already hollering crowds of candidates. And a few more names are added to her personal Records. Chortle. "Innokasth. What a name!" And Len, of course; the battling frown is left aside for a while.

Stately Gryphon Brown Hatchling shivers the birthing goo from his back, wings folded carefully before eyes peer outwards across the sea of white-clad candidates. His nose is lifted to sniff the air, head turned to give both gold mother and bronze father a respectful nod. Now.. to find his destiny..

Hotaru smiles as the brown hatches, her eyes widening slightly. Oooh. So many on the sands.. so many to play with. Will she be forgotten in the fray.. or.. she eyes Rosalth, or what will -she- do. Biting her lip, she doesn't say much, just watches with... anticipation. But excitement, afterall she is a brazen child if there ever was one. Just not brazen enough to get eaten.

Zevay misses the hatching of the brown as he watches Lauren and X'ver leave the sands. Turning however his eyes fall apon the gorgeous brown. He pokes Niamh's arm to call her attention on it. "Hey look at that one.

X'ver slides to his knees beside the blue, too occupied with Anamyrth to even notice food for a long moment. "Ooh, Len! How lovely!" Stroking the blue head softly he peers out at the others and waits for them to join him.

Helenn gives a sigh as Xiver... X'ver... is taken off the sands with his new blue. Then, she looks back to the pile of shards, careful to not upset the gold as she advances on them. Now that the gold egg is hatched, she's not even as worried about that as she bends in the sand for a moment, reaching to get a piece of blue shell. Her eyes, however, follow the gold lovely, a smile almost forcing its way onto her face.

Lexi sees the green pick Lauren, a girl she's had the chance to meet once or twice. She clears her throat a bit to get her attention, as she moves out onto the sands. "I think she would probably want to eat now, no? Come on, I'll get you two settled, Okay? Awwwwww, Innokasth, what an adorable name!"

Euran watches quietly and then looks toward the brown, "Ooh! A brown." Quieted excitement, not quite smiling but everything else seems to be fully ignored. Now the newly impressed Lauren is gone and back to the heat of his feet and then water sizzling off his forehead

Niamh jumps at the poke, and then looks accordingly at the brown. "Oh, isn't he a handsome little thing!" she says with a chuckle, then grins at her friend. "He's not shiny enough, of course, but he's got nice wings."

Re'a smiles as the green impresses. Another green. Wohoo!

Forgotten Fruit Cake Egg is feeling quite left out -- so takes a try at this hatching thing. As if wanting to escape -- the pieces flit away. The blue inside looks warily out, before he slinks off -- always looking behind him. This sends the little dragonet into Julie -- whom herself was hiding behind the rest. A blink, and than a faint titter, "Yatyth, you're right, one does have to be careful..." Ju'ie nods.

Dallaney blinks at the seeking gold one, the brilliancy lending light to her own hazel slits. But somehow, something else seems interesting in the hordes of white candidates, variously coloured dragons. She sniffs at the brown with barely veiled dignity, not quite echoing Euran's 'ooh' but coming up with her own respectful breather: "Ahh."

Qzaedhir is down to one hand to hold: and so she clings extra-tight onto Imnobdee. "Innokasth... she's so /green/, Lauren. Really /green/." Like a very green sock, maybe? "Nobdee, the other eggs are shaking harder -- I think they're going to hatch."

Ardent Sunbird Gold Hatchling picks up a bit of speed, hurtling her sleek form across the sands toward another group of girls. She skids to a halt close to the crowd, almost crashing over herself in the process. She tilts her head to one side, peering intently; tail sways slowly behind her as she contemplates. Then closer still she moves, a bit slower.. investigating. She's close.

Saine's eyes keep on darting from hatchling to hatchling, jiggling more with excitement than for the heat, it seems. Boing, boing, boing! The rather plain robe, however, has begun to be satuated with sweat, staining the pale fabric to a transparancy in certain places. Completely G-Rated places. She'll be relieved about that later, when it's finally pointed out to her.

Stately Gryphon Brown Hatchling makes his way carefully across the sands, succeeding in getting away from his shell without mishap, he waddles carefully to the first group of squealing and jumping candidates. Too much energy for him. Hmm.. no, smells too clean. Not this one either... worry begins to cloud his eyes. Will he find his partner.

Hotaru curses her shortness sometimes, she really does. Peering over heads, she tries her best not to get too close, but.. she has to! She has to move forward... "Easy.." she murmurs in the general direction of Rosalth. Please no munch. No munchmunch. Cooked feet carry her closer to the fray, while gaze strays to the dragonets on the sands. Wow. That came out of that forbidden egg.. that one she risked tooth and nail to touch. Hah! See, it had to hatch sometime! She'll remember to gloat later...

With a last shudder -- Tasteless Lawn Ornament Egg falls to pieces as it lists to its side. The bronze within looks out with wide eyes at the sideways world. A snicker can be heard, and jumping to his feet -- the bronze goes in that direction and shoves his muzzle into the shoulder of a shortish boy from Bitra: Yishin. "Ach! Oh, Bisth, do you /really/ want to make a bet on that?" The male, now Y'in jeers.

Zevay nods, "Bright colors are best left to greens blues and golds" His eyes don't leave the brown but a close watch is kept on the other eggs in the peripheral. Now and then he switches feet, rubbing the burnt one on the other leg. "They seem to be going away so quickly...."

Euran looks toward the brown hatchling with a look of confusedness, just a face toward the brown a moment while just watching it move. He's seems fully interested in it, and has seemed to have been knotting up pieces of his robe slowly. The sweat/water mixture seems to be dripping down his forehead.

Len simply grins madly. And creepily, though Innokasth seems to have no objections. Which is good, since Lau can't really smile any other way. "Yes.. she's quite.. green." Len's happy with all the green, because it's green, and green is like Innokasth. "..I should best be going.. somewhere." With Lexi. Which is what Len does, ow-ow-ow chant forgotten in place of 'Yes, we're hungry.. and we're getting food, Innokasth." Foood. Mm. Tasty.

Finally! Helenn has her shard of blue! Holding it triumphantly, she steps back toward the line, re-linking with Hotaru's hand. "I got it!" she crows to the girl, turning again to watch the lovely other dragons wandering across the sands. "Look at that brown." she muses. "he's handsome. And... mean-looking." Well, that was _kinda_ a compliment.

Niamh is just trying to take it all in at once, her gaze playing leap frog around the sands in an attempt to make up for the fact that she hasn't got more than two eyes... and maybe a few more heads might help, too. "Do you see yours yet?" she asks Zevay without looking at him, feet forgotten as they just sit there and roast. We're not smelling burning flesh yet, but.... "It's going by so fast," she agrees.

Lexi leads the new greenriding pair off the sands and makes polite conversation, "So are you shortening your name then Lauren?"

"Lauren! Or Len! She's lovely!" X'ver shifts himself and Anamyrth closer to the other new Weyrling. "Aren't they /lovely/? All of them..." He trails of, taking a deep breath and offering the blue one last meat strip. He can't overfeed him on the first day.

Dallaney isn't clean-looking at all, and can be hopeful for one small moment on these perilous Sands. From brown to gold and back she looks, rumpled eyebrows pausing their cynical curve to end in restlessly wiggling nose. Smelling the air, that is. Her shout of "y'in!" lacks some conviction now.

An apple green dragonet trips and falls as she climbs from the remains of her egg. Sticky with birthing fluids, the sand clings to her, along with several small shards of shell. Stumbling, she finally falls to land at the feet of Panutam, a slender assistant cook from Crom Hold. Laughing softly, the girl kneels to help the green, at first oblivious to the mental touch of the green, then shouting with joy. Panutam, now P'nut, hugs the green, uncaring of the mess the dragonet leaves behind, "Oh Jellyth, we do go together!"

Lexi looks over the ones that have already settled to feed, she gives a stern look at X'ver, "I know he's hungry, but here's a trick, small pieces will make him think that he's eating more." She smiles at the others, beaming at all the wittle baby dragons. How sweet!

Toria begins to relax into the rythum of the hatching, her eyes growing brighter with each new impression.

Len nods, black locks plastering themselves to her face and deciding that that's a good place to stay. "Yes, ma'am, Lexi.. to Len. Innokasth seems to think it's appropriate." She'll let the green do the thinking, for the moment. Which is why she's clutching her stomach. "..yes, yes, they're /all/ lovely, Xi.. X'ver, isn't it? ..and where'd you get that food? I.. er.. uh.. Innokasth's.. starved." Len has to go and relearn all those names now. And find food, too. Eh.

Ardent Sunbird Gold Hatchling edges closer She's /there/. Excitement spills over and she speeds toward her chosen 'mate, limbs overtake her as she gets carried away in the moment. Tail waves out of sync, tangling in her back legs, and she rolls end over end landing with a whump of sand. Recovering somewhat, she pushes through a crowd; still not quite sure in her footing, she wobbles into a few robed ones trying to get to the one.

Aida finally bestirs herself, suppressing reminiscences with the urgency of new weyrlings who need assistance in tending to their lifemates. Besides, she might as well start learning their names if she's going to be stuck with them.

Niamh steals a glance towards the new pairs eating at the side, and nudges Zevay, pointing. "Look at how much they're eating! They must be starved. Can you imagine having to feed that belly for the rest of your life?" Reality begins to hit home: this is it.

Hotaru tries to stay out of the way of the dragonets. Would not be good to get mauled. Her breath halts as the gold barrels throught he crowd. A girl after her own heart.. one who has boldness. Such a pretty forbidden treasure Rosalth hatched..

X'ver laughs and nods. "X'ver. And she gave it to me, hand is waved at Lexi. If they were ever introduced he definately forgot in the excitment of the moment. "Anamyrth..." dragon name is tested again, just to get a feel of it. Then eyes go back to the dragonets. Perticularly the gold one.

Stately Gryphon Brown Hatchling stumbles, yet picks himself up once more. He knows his destiny lies somewhere in this sea of candidates, but where is it?? Nosing aside a candidate, he heads off in another direction, a warble escaping his throat in apology.

Lexi beams down at the green and her new lifemate, "Len, very nice indeed. I'll fetch you a bucket of meat, okay?" And in moments she has returned with a bucket filled with freshly cut meat that she sets down next to Len. "Here."

Euran looks toward the Gold a moment, cringing at the fall of the Queen, "That doesn't seem queenly." He grumps before just looking back at the brown, shifting his feet slowly with hisses of pain. Then back to wiping dripped sweat and twisting pieces of cloth

Balance is regained, and she tilts her head regarding the small ebon-haired girl with intensity. A flame of sheer joy flashes in the eyes of Ardent Sunbird Gold Hatching, replacing the frustration of her trials upon the sands to find that perfect mate. Tail at once stops its snapping, a peaceful sway taking its place. Muzzle is lifted, gaze melds with one as blue as the sky, and at once awkwardness is gone as she steps toward her love. Her Hotaru.

Hotaru blink

Zevay blinks at the Dragon choice. "I cant' believe it....." He glances awestruck at the gold and then looks back at the brown still trying to understand what just happened. "Hotaru impressed the gold..." A few sidesteps help clear the heat from beneath his feet.

Dallaney is getting affected by all the joy dripping about. As the gold is Impressed, she shrinks slightly into her sandals. "The gold went where?" There's a bunch of candidates over there, you see, and it's confusing for Dallan. "What's her name?" she hollers at Euran in inconsiderate fashion.

Hotaru blinks. "Isaramaath." Let's play? She looks into those perfect eyes and melts. Her forbidden toy! "Oh! Isaramaath!"

Helenn blinks, looking at the little gold who's so.. close. Isn't she lovely! "Ohhh." She can't pronounce the name, but she crows, "Hotaru! Congratulations! Oh Hotaru!"

Socks and Underwear Egg shudders and shivers in its little pocket of sand -- as if through the heat of the sands, its somehow cold. The shards of the shell slowly slip away, revealing a small, green dragonet whom immediatly belines for the shelter of a boy from Southern named Fathoim... He wraps his arms about the green: "Of course, Mysterith, I will help you find the way!" The boy -- now F'thom -- cries.

"Hotaru! Hotaru! Congrats!" X'ver scrambles to his feet. "Congrats Hotaru! Isaramaath!" He beams at the other girl, hand droping down to scratch his now full blue. "Congrats!" Helenn gets another look. No green yet? It'l come, it'll come.

Euran looks toward Dallaney a moment and toward Hotaru, "Oooooh Hotaru...Isaramaath..." Said to Dallan with a squirmish face. There that one goes. Back to looking at the brown again, face of silence and pausing just to wait for the impression.

Saine raises an eyebrow as she glances at the brown, only to wave a hand towards the new goldrider. "Hotaru!" Nevermind the fact that her voice is probably lost within the overwhelming sounds of sands and galleries. Transparent sleeve is plucked at, adjusted as she loweres her arm. "Oh, and what a lovely name -- could be a bit..." Perhaps deciding that this might not be the place to suggest that Isaramaath change her name to Isalatrillamonomaath, Saine abruptly shuts up, and simply shouts another congratulations.

Len grins up at Lexi as she begins to feed her new partner, snickering loudly as the green manages to get more meat on her muzzle than in her mouth. "Thanks.. ooh! No, no.. don't /throw/ it. Eat it." Less messes for Len to clean up later. Not that she wouldn't be happy or anything. "..hey! Hotaru! Congratulations, Hotaru! And it's a lovely name!" Because it starts with I. Heh.

Niamh nearly chokes as Zevay's words reach her ears, looking over in disbelief. "Hotaru /what/?!" she gasps, then sees that the girl is, indeed, kneeling in front of the gold. "She did. Oh, congratulations, Hotaru!" she cries, and then quieter adds to Zevay, "Eat that, Rosalth."

Zevay grins at the dragon tormentor, "SHe's beautiful Hotaru!" He hugs Niamh in the hopes that she wasn't looking for the gold.

Rosalth blinks too... its... its that one! The one candidate who caused her so much trouble and her daughter decided to pick /that one/. Shes happy, shes... not so happy. She looks to her lifemate and snorts, figures.

Stately Gryphon Brown Hatchling warbles once more, nose lifted to the air. He smells the person. Now where he is? With careful, predator movements, he makes his way through another clump if giddy candidates. Spying his golden clutchsister, he croons softly to her as she makes her choice, then turns, in search of his own. Nose wrinkles worriedly. He will find his lifemate, right? Mom? Dad?

Toria goes completely pale as the little queen impresses ... /her/. A quick glance to Rosalth and she simply shakes her head as she exmparts to K'ren, "It couldn't have been the worse girl to impress /that one/." Grumping, she blandly adds, "The dragons know, but sometimes I have to question their intelligance."

Hotaru is swamped in the calls of congratulations, her eyes blinking rather in confusion. Her pperfect playmate. Gaze turns to mischief as she glances at Rosalth. Ha! Take that you... errrrr.... gaze turns back to her lifemate, heedless of the talk.

Lexi smiles widely and claps loudly as she hears her lifemate's shrill aquillan cry come from outside. <<Iyrith, she's just been hatched.>> She chuckles and then heads towards the both of them. "Congratulations Hotaru! And what a perfectly original name, Isaramaath, how beautiful she is too. But I'm sure even she would benefit from a good meal now, don't you think?"

Aida is making sure there's enough meat to go around -- there are still new weyrling pairs coming off the sands -- but she manages to duck a glance at the new queen and her rider. "Of all the -- " And her glance goes immediately to Toria and Rosalth next, twisting into a smirk. Stranger things, indeed.

K'ren nods agreeably to Toria's comment. He questions Pyranth's all the time.

Dallaney nods, with a respectful smile reserved for the new pair. They're gold, after all. "Hotaru," she murmurs, and follows her neighbour's gaze to the brown. Either this or that now, and she represses expression, any expression, to scrutinise the creature.

Helenn releases the girl's hand reluctantly, as she goes off to the other side of the sands. The dwindling pile is looked at, her expression starting to fall just a little bit with concern. She hadn't wanted a dragon before, she knows _that_ much. But...? Hip hop. Hip hop. Ouch! Hot sand!

Maia slaps her hand over her mouth, trying very hard /not/ to laugh out loud at the gold's choice. Eyes wide she regains her composure and shoots Toria a quick look out of the corner of her eye.

Euran looks toward the brown again as it stomps through the candidates, "Watch out people." Goodness everyone is in the way of his view. Poking Dallan too. Then back to squirming around with his robe and just going from foot to foot in quiet impatientness.

Stately Gryphon Brown Hatchling stills himself, quite overwhelmed by all of this pomp and fuss. Where is...? He knows there is a someone, there is always a someone. He can feel the someone... there! With a joyous warble, the careful movements of before are forgotten in the rush to meet with his special someone. Clumsy in his girth, he trips, stumbles, and then nosedives to a sliding halt at the feet of Zevay. Crooning gently, he lifts himself up, head raising to meet whirling facets with storm-cloud gray eyes. Nudging the boy gently, he makes his claim.

Fiana's blue eyes sparkle merrily as she watches the goldling Impress to Hotaru. "Well then, the tales are right, hmm? Wild bunch indeed." Chuckling, she glances up to watch Ceayrth rumble a welcome to the new sister, and her other, littler siblings. Aren't they cuuuuuute.

Toria blinks in surprise for the second time in only moments as Z

X'ver adds another name to his list of people to congradulate. "Zevay! Or is it Z'vay...or..?" He shrugs. "Congrats Zevay!" Another glance for Helenn, and still no green. Well, at least he'll get his favor from K'sh for Zevay's brown.

Hotaru is still halted on the sands, but the impression of a friend brings her gaze back up. "Congrats!" She calls out, her voice rather sqeakish and high. Oooh. Zevay. A silly grin spreads her lips before head turns back to the waiting riders.

Re'a laughs, and with that last impression, she grins, another wave and kiss blown to that greenrider in the galleries. "That night should prove interesting..." is said, to no one in particular.

Zevay's face takes on an expression of rapture. "Of course we will Seniith!" He reaches out his hand to gently stroke the dragon before him. "You're perfect!"

Lexi looks at the daring brown and then blinks at the choice, the one who threw snowballs at her Iyrith. Hehehehe, this is going to be a /very/ interesting weyrling class. She looks back to Hotaru next to her and clears throat to get attention, "Are you coming then?" She asks in a sweet voice.

Niamh glances down at her feet, side-stepping abruptly to get out of the way so the brown can get to his boy. "Z'vay!" she cheers, retracting her hand as the pair's eyes meet and solidify the bond, backing up even further to given them their room as she claps wildly. "And Seniith! A lovely name!"

Toria blinks in surprise for the second time in only moments as Zevay catches the eye of the brown. Him too? To K'ren she shares, "He's a good boy in heart, even if he does get into trouble too much. I sure hope Belisa is up to this." A slight smirk of quirks her lips at the thought.

Re'a claps as she hears the brown's name, "Z'vay.. and Senitth... this way!"

Dallaney is mysteriously poked, and reacts by worming her feet further down, regardless of heat, sands, and fellow candidates. "Look," and she's apparently distracted from undue concern by the last Impression. "Looks like I misunderstood that one," is her gruff congratulations. Seniith, yes.

Euran looks toward Zevay with a look of disappointment. Then toward the brown again. That was his favorite brown too. Sniff sniff, "Congrats." Sniff...

Len nearly cackles as something dawns on her at Hotaru's Impression of the gold, but allows Innokasth to do it for her.. although it comes out as a fairly mangled geeeeh-howl. To which the green responds with a blink. Did she do that? ..naaah. It was.. that other hatchling, ver there. Heh. "..Z'vay? Z'vay!" A heap of cheer is tossed behind the call -- but will Daemon be coming with him? Erk.

Helenn calls out, "Congratulations, Zevay!" See that? _She_ is the one who helped keep him here! Hopefully, he'll remember to thank her later for that. "Zevay! Congratulations!" Then, her eyes go back to the eggs again. Hopefully?

Another egg pops to reveal a bronze of dark gold cast. It doesn't take the little male hatchling long to find his lifemate since he is already standing right next to him. They look into each other's eyes and that is it. The bugle that sounds from the maw of the bronze single the end of the hatching! The field of eggs are now nothing but small piles of shards.

Toria's spin loosens as the last hatchling impress, the bright smile simmering to a calm warmth as she gazes about. Stepping toward the candidates still at the center of the sands, she says, "If you'll come with me, please."

Zevay is still in shock as he regards his dragon. However he is reminded by a mental voice that its hard to soar far and away on an empty stomach. He begins to head toward the helpers mindful of his dragon's steps. "We don't have to race there....I'm sure we can get there in plenty of time."

Rosalth peers round and feels that little pang of loss, all gone, all done. Her muzzle lowers to Toria, least she can go to her Weyr now, and hunt on her own. Speaking of which, shes /rather/ hungry... and now she /really/ cant eat that Hotaru. Guess herdbeasts will have to do.

Tad'ra stretches a little as the hatching finishes. She smiles faintly, and hmms, looking to Aida, and Re'a... or at least trying to, "Want outta here yet? Its hot..."

Dallaney passes judgement. "And that's the end of it." She mirrors Euran's disappointment, but in diluted form. The dark hands look for pockets in her robe; finding none, they settle limply at her sides. She peers around at the shards, seeking confirmation from assured shells, then trudges after the Weyrwoman. "Well."

Euran sniffs again before moving over toward Toria as she orders.

Aida indicates the weyrlings. "Supposed to mind them for a bit, or something." K'ren wasn't too specific on his instructions. "I need a drink, though, when they're settled," she tells Tad'ra.

"It's over already? How come they always end so quickly?" Saine pouts, as she sagely shakes her head, the experienced candidate of a whole two hatchings. "The hatchlings ought to spread it out, all day, so we can, you know, savour it, and we ought to have snacks, next time, and wine, and..." Now the sound has died down somewhat -- at least, a little -- Saine feels free to babble as she stumbles over shards to follow after Toria.

Helenn reaches down, fingers tangling into the lower hem of her robe. A lip twitches just a little bit, almost quavering before she catches it. Looking over toward the Weyrlings, she steps from the sands, going to follow Toria.

Niamh looks around in sudden surprise, eyes dropping to the Sands which hold only shards now. "That was quick," she murmurs. Then she spies Toria beckoning to them, and hops quickly over to the weyrwoman, suddenly acutely aware of just how hot her feet are. Maybe it wasn't so short after all. Ouch! Let's get off.

Qzaedhir's cornflower blue eyes blink around at the sands. "What happened to all the eggs, Imnobdee? Did they all hatch? /Really/? I didn't see that happen." She looks thoughtful for a second, then collects a little piece from the remains of Socks and Underwear Egg as she goes to follow Toria. "C'mon, Nobdee, we can stop cooking our feet now!"

K'ren takes in a deep breath of that after-hatching air as he surveys the group of impressees and their new lifemates. A smirk winds its way about his lips as Pyranth edges in for a closer look, "Not bad, big guy. Not bad."

Toria starts off the sands, pausing only to make sure the standing white robed figures are in tow.

Toria walks toward Hatching Grounds Entrance.
Niamh walks toward Hatching Grounds Entrance.
Saine stumbles toward Hatching Grounds Entrance.
Qzaedhir traipses gracefully toward Hatching Grounds Entrance.
Helenn walks toward Hatching Grounds Entrance.

Z'vay doesnt mean to ignore his friends but that hungry mouth wants feeding. He looks for some food to feed his Seniith, "Oh here you are...there's plenty."

Hatching Grounds Entrance
The great stone archway to the hatching grounds is an impressive sight. The zenith of the arch is a stone dragon with wings spread ready for flight. Though time has worn the stone some, the carving still has its cold beauty contrasting to the heat of the sands within.
It is a clear, crisp evening It is a winter evening.
Toria, Niamh, Saine, Qzaedhir, and Helenn are here.
The following dragons are here: Wyleth

Maelisa has arrived.
Re'a has arrived.
Maelisa walks toward Eastern Curve of the Bowl.
Tad'ra has arrived.
Toria walks toward Eastern Curve of the Bowl.
Re'a walks lightly with a song and a smile toward Eastern Curve of the Bowl.
Helenn walks toward Eastern Curve of the Bowl.
Qzaedhir traipses gracefully toward Eastern Curve of the Bowl.
Niamh walks toward Galleries.
Tad'ra bounces, feet touching the ground lightly, toward Eastern Curve of the Bowl.
Saine stumbles toward Galleries.
Saine has arrived.

Eastern Curve of the Bowl
The weathered face of the northern curve gently melds with the smooth slope of cliffwall that comprises the eastern curve, steepening only towards the jagged peaks of the bowl's rim. Activity is comparitively lessened at this end of the bowl where the golden hides of queens dominate the view and only increases during Hatchings when hoardes of people gather at the entrance in hopes of getting a good look at the eggs.
A steep set of steps leads up to a large rocky overhang which, in turn, leads to the various queens' ledges while another set of steps leads down to the shadowy entrance of a small cavern.
It is a clear, crisp evening It is a winter evening.
Maelisa, Qzaedhir, and Tad'ra are here.
The following dragons are here: Serenth and Helicyth

Dallaney has arrived.
Saine has arrived.
Saine has arrived.
Qzaedhir traipses gracefully toward Northern Curve of the Bowl.
Saine stumbles toward Northern Curve of the Bowl.
Tad'ra bounces, feet touching the ground lightly, toward Northern Curve of the Bowl.
Niamh has arrived.
Niamh has arrived.

Northern Curve of the Bowl
A symphony of sounds resonate off the weathered face of the cliff as raucous activity dominates this side of the bowl. Wisps of conversations can be heard as weyrfolk to and from the living cavern while riders, brandishing full stomachs, head back to restless lifemates. Shallow grooves, made by powerful talons, mar the sandy floor and make walking a bit tricky as you try to navigate through patchy crowds of people in search of your next destination.
It is a clear, crisp evening It is a winter evening.
Toria, Re'a, Helenn, Qzaedhir, Saine, and Tad'ra are here.
The following dragons are here: Nhetoth, Zorath, Sazarith, Diamath, Azraeth, Hotcroth, Kharanth, Lhanath, Jazyth, Lyssath, Daemoth, Vaith, Iyrith, and Yinxiath

Niamh walks in from Eastern Curve of the Bowl.
Toria walks toward Main Living Cavern.
Tad'ra bounces, feet touching the ground lightly, toward Main Living Cavern.
Helenn walks toward Main Living Cavern.

Main Living Cavern
Melodic laughter rings throughout the spacious cavern as riders socialize with one another, boasting of adventures a-dragonback, and gossiping about stodgy wingleaders and sordid affairs. Drudges rush past you, their arms laden with dishes and mugs of Klah, desperate to relieve themselves of their burden while pesky 'lizards inhibit their progress.
The light from the glows warmly illuminates the domed cavern and shimmers off the walls as miniscule mineral particles reflect the soft lighting like twinkling stars blanketed in a wintry gray sky. Numerous tables lie scattered across the room, some large enough to hold a whole wing of riders while others were made only for two. Towards the back, a large hearth breathes soul soothing warmth into weary bodies as its flames dance with hypnotic grace and puppet flickering shadows across the spacious stone stage.
Sultry, mouth-watering aromas float in from a small archway that leads to the kitchens while chattering can be heard emanating from a wide hallway.
Flopped atop various perches are Ghetto, Marley, Frazap, Troofaloop, Syliden, Aeris, Satler, Belch, Leihta, Curious, and Daemon.
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Toria, Tad'ra, and Helenn are here.

Toria walks toward Lower Caverns.
Qzaedhir has arrived.

Lower Caverns
This area is actually where the main passages meet. Several stone glow holders keep the place well lit as riders, crafters, residents and children move back and forth along the hallways of the Weyr. Distant running water can be heard from the bathing pools or the giggles from the nursing in the resident's hall where many young children play.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Shnoofergoob.
Toria is here.

Helenn walks into Lower Caverns.
Qzaedhir traipses gracefully into Lower Caverns.
Re'a walks lightly with a song and a smile into Lower Caverns.
Saine stumbles into Lower Caverns.
Euran walks into Lower Caverns.

Toria holds up her hand, "Can everyone go into the candidate barracks except Nimah, please?"

Saine stumbles into Candidates' Chamber.
Qzaedhir traipses gracefully into Candidates' Chamber.
Re'a walks lightly with a song and a smile into Candidates' Chamber.
Euran walks into Candidates' Chamber.
Dallaney follows suit.

You leave for the candidates chamber.

Candidates' Chamber
Nestled within the quaint walls of chipped stone lies a few scattered cots, each with a colorful quilt folded neatly at one end, and a solid-backed chair stationed near the other. An array of artwork graces the walls depicting the life of a dragonrider from the early, white-robed Candidancy days to the ultimate horror of fighting Thread, seemingly brought to life beneath the flickering light of various glowbaskets.
Peeking down from a natural ledge, you see Nika, Forge, Snuffliberg, FiFi, Cait, Nuisance, Static, Rock, Brighid, Ragdoll, and Mama.
You see Chores List, Candidates' Board, a large basket, Qzaedhir's Creepily Colorful Cot, Lau's Little Lair, Dallan's Cot, Zevay's section of relative solitude, Euran's Cot, Niamh's Bed, Hotaru's Cot of Silence, Embroidery, Scarf, Xiver's Bronze Stuffed Dragon, and Mug here.
Saine, Qzaedhir, Re'a, and Euran are here.
From here you can go:
Hallway

You enter the candidate quarters.
Helenn walks into Candidates' Chamber.

Aurora pops in from ::between::
Cait wakes up from his nap.

Tad'ra bounces, feet touching the ground lightly, into Candidates' Chamber.

Re'a bounces in behind the few candidates, her smile not as bright as before as she gazes upon their faces. "Hmm... well.. " She's at a lost for words. Then, her gold pops into the room, crooning as she makes her way towards the nearest cot, which just happens to be Saine's.

Balled-Up Clothing Egg has arrived.
Aurora releases Balled-Up Clothing Egg
Packed Snowball Egg has arrived.
Aurora releases Packed Snowball Egg

Helenn has had to do this once before. She knows what she's doing. Without a word, she heads over to her bunk and flops down in it, looking at her feet. SHe's _trying_ to cheer up. Really! "I didn't really want a dragon anyhow." she says, as though to pat Re'a's shoulder verbally. Well, kinda.

Dallaney steps in, to the cacophony of a nosy 'lizard's trills as he wings down to her berobed shoulder. The weyrbrat runs her arm roughly over the minor irritation, then tromps to pick up her quilt. Any other activity is going on behind her back now.

Bundle of Fun Egg has arrived.
Tad'ra releases Bundle of Fun Egg
Shrouded in Darkness Egg has arrived.
Tad'ra releases Shrouded in Darkness Egg

Tad'ra strides into the barracks, and two eggs tumble from her riding jacket's pockets.

Euran sniffs a little more before plopping into his cot and snuggling up to his stuffed animal and just pouting in his cot. He'll just be sitting here for a good couple hours or days.

Balled-Up Clothing Egg trembles, shaking a bit from it's cosy little spot on Saine's pillow.

Re'a blinks in surprise as her gold curls up around the two eggs on Saine's pillow. "Aurora? Hmm.." The flit merely croons softly, muzzle lowered to nudge the shaking egg carerfully back into place.

Saine was about to follow Helenn's advice, and officially flop, but it seems that perhaps that mightn't be a good idea. Could be a little painful. Instead, she casts a grin towards Helenn. "Just think -- no more mucking, now, and you can come and be a healer with me." Of course, it's not even considered that Helenn mightn't want to be a healer. Afterall, who wouldn't? Suddenly, she blinks down at her pillow, looking awfully like a bear finding goldilocks in her cot.

Bundle of Fun Egg shakes, rattles, and rolls as it tumbles and bounces along the floor. Hellllloooo world!

Helenn looks up and looks over at Saine. "I did mucking before I was a candidate." she informs her solemnly. "I don't know how to be a Healer." She's a tad down, maybe. Blinking, though, the rolling of the eggs catches her attention abruptly. Eh?

Do eggs clatter as they spill out? Dallan hears naught, at any rate -- she's shaking out that quilt of hers, and putting things in place as preparation. "/You/ got me here," she mutters under her breath, as a sandal hooks up another person's toy and tosses it away.

Balled-Up Clothing Egg unfolds carefully, leaving behind a pool of material around Sensual Selkie Blue Hatchling's feet.
Sensual Selkie Blue Hatchling
Turbulent, storm-washed greys and blues crash over the lithe figure of this fire lizard; darkened pools lying calmly across his back yet turning white-capped as they surge into joints and creases. Rounded muzzle sloops into trim figure; hide always glittering with droplets of water from a recent swim. From the top of his head to the tip of his tail, a dark line mars the beauty of his hide. Large eyes watch all around him with hidden sensuality, his figure always held perfectly to be most attractive to passing females.

Packed Snowball Egg doesn't move at all. It'll take it's time. But.. it is getting awfully warm in here.

Bundle of Fun Egg shudders, and decides to compete with the other egg rolling to a stop. Watch me!

Bundle of Fun Egg gives itself a last shudder, and falls open right then and there... Out springs Culpa Poohka Brown Hatchling, just ready for the excitement at hand!
Culpa Poohka Brown Hatchling
A look of... fur seems to hold the hide of this compact firelizard; blunted muzzle seems to repeat itself in the smaller wings, and slightly-shorter legs. Headknobs extend from head, slightly pointed, instead of round -- from these continue the miniscule ridges, down towards tail, where they taper off. Colors blend, and twine: muted reds, and goldens find their way in with the brown, only tapering off at ebon talons, and spaded tail.

Euran looks around quietly and just snugs his stuffed dragon looking at the things that seem to be lying around.

Cait dozes off...

"Oh, being a Healer is easy. You just make things that taste really bad, and say that they make people better." Uh. Yah. Saine blinks again, before glancing up cluelessly with a wrinkled brow. "Uh -- help?" Saine stinks, the scent of sweat sticking to her skin -- and the robe. Pity the poor candidate who has to wear it next.

Qzaedhir has disconnected.

Sensual Selkie Blue Hatchling creels loudly for a moment before blue head turns and peers curiously around at all that around him. Tiny steps take him off the pillow, and he pauses just before Saine. Hey there.. cutie.. nah... and he moves on to the next.

Culpa Poohka Brown Hatchling wiggles his little rump as he pounces discarded clothing... The few people present are pondered, quietly, but he hops from interesting thing, to interesting thing, before catching something of intrest.

Mama peeps softly at Helenn, pouncing over to land on her knee and look
upwards at her. Aww, poor thing. Helenn doesn't even look up for a moment,
scratching the green's little headknobs, then looking up again with a smile
at the rest of the people, watching the little firelizards as they, too,
hatch from their eggs. Waver. Don't you dare go quivery again, lip.

Dallaney got hers dirtier than the last candidate did, at any rate. Putting her small pile of belongings aside, she stoops briefly to tug off the dusty robe, swiftly wriggling into another set of clothes, one newly acquired at Telgar, actually, but lightwear nevertheless. "What?" she wonders at Saine shortly, not bothering to glance around. Yet.

Sensual Selkie Blue Hatchling creels once more as he leaves Saine. Don't any of you know we hatchlings are -hungry-?!? Food.. food would be nice!

Dallaney
Gaunt, Dallan is, grown into a gawky adolescent sturdiness. A mass of indifferent mahogany curls crisps defiantly from behind her ears, huddling to straggle over sharp eyebrows that cap equally hazel eyes in a thin face. Her nose is sharp, her chin well-defined; dark brown cheeks and lips naturally pursed make her no pleasure to look upon. Uncertain growth has given the slender limbs wiry strength, with a simple agility of motion, but she remains shorter than most others her age.
Rust and bronze hues mingle liberally in the folds of her fur-lined tunic, its trimmings inconspicuous but suitable for the cooler months. Dirt-stained with use, the secondhand attire has been stripped down by its most recent owner, hence gives a tattered appearance even when clean; her black belt with its grey buckle complements the ragged look, while it in turn supports knee-length wherhide trousers. The sandals she wears are comparatively inconspicuous: russet, sturdy and under a perpetual coat of grit; the one old rebellion in the new ensemble.

She is awake and looks alert.
Mired, but not purposeless.

Culpa Poohka Brown Hatchling takes up his newfound toy, and bounces onto a cot near Dallaney. The little ball in his paws is set down, and tail flicks it at Dallaney. Ha!

(Satler) Keiran laughs. "I'd love to be a candidate in the first place!" He's not too woried about his age, as he's heard of riders impressing as old as 25.

"There's a fly in my -- I mean, there's a firelizard in my bed." Or not anymore. Saine's fingers shift into her pockets -- or at least, where her pockets would be, if she were wearing anything other than a semi-see through robe. "Uh. A hatchling. Uh." Brain kicks into gear. "Hatchlings need food, don't they?" Noooooo. They need a massage.

(Satler) "It's a lot of work," Aida warns the other man, offering him a top-up from her 'skin. "And then if you don't impress, like about three-quarters of them, you gotta deal with that as well." She's just glad Helicyth found her acceptable and hasn't asked for a refund since.

Packed Snowball Egg melts.. just the tiniest of bits, leaving a wet puddle on Saine's pillow.

Euran just snugs his little stuffed creature and just watches quietly. These wild animals and his bain overload seems to be blank. Looking at the things with a little wondering eye and just playing with his robe which is still on.

Sensual Selkie Blue Hatchling creels once again as he reaches the side of the bed, head turning this way and that as he tries to see who is beyond this quilt covered expanse.

Dallaney bats that tail away. "I won't play." Now why do browns like games so much? "And don't you touch my--" Oh it isn't technically hers any more; the girl shrugs, adjusting the neckline of her tunic. "Aww, whatever." She leans over to pick up the jacket at the head of her cot.

Pillow is suddenly eyed in panic, Saine's expression draining of colour. "Buh -- that's my favourite pillow! I brought it back from Igen! It's wet, it's all wet, and now I'll catch a cold tonight, again, and Master Iylle will try and kick me out, again, well, maybe not kick me out, but at least he'll try and get me to stay out of the infirmary because I'll be sneezing, and sniffling, and..."

Culpa Poohka Brown Hatchling takes that as a challange and slinks forward to try to pounce 'pon the other cot, and the girl herself.

Helenn watches as the hatchlings potter across the floor, just watching them, for the moment. She's food-less. And even if she had food... well... she's already got three of them. And they all scare her, at the best of times. Well, Mama's mostly nice, but the rest? Eek!

(Satler) Keiran's smile sobers up a bit with that thought. "The work doesn't bother me. And not impressing is a chance I'd be willing to risk. I wasn't really sure about it until I saw the expressions on their faces..." His eye's light up again as thoughts of dragons run through his head.

Packed Snowball Egg cracks and splinters, glassy shards left behind to reveal what was hidden within. With a last nudge to the shards, Frozen Barbegazi Bronze Hatchling blinks, and begins the search for a new treasure.
Frozen Barbegazi Bronze Hatchling
Beginning at his muzzle, silvery bronze glaciates the smooth body of this fellow, while icy white beards edges and frosts pointy headknobs and ridges. Snow-dusted wingsails glitter in the light, though firm muscles are hidden, appearing only during flight and his hobby of digging -- searching for what, no one knows but him. Large, broad paws are tipped with shiny ebony talons, the better for digging and snow-walking.

Shrouded in Darkness Egg shakes wiggling in its spot on the floor... Some shards fall away -- almost melting. No. Wait. Not yet.

Frozen Barbegazi Bronze Hatchling timidly peers about, nosing a shard here, and puddle of melting snow there. Awww... it's warm in here!

Euran watches the hatchlings, "Evil things." Murmuring mainly about the things he saw earlier. Then just back to snuggling the stuffed dragon for support and soothingness.

(Satler) Aida tosses the wineskin, considerably emptier, back to her wingrider, then makes a dismissive gesture with her hands. "Yeah, you've got that look in your eye. Better go see a mindhealer after this." She calls greetings over to another group of carousing riders, then parks herself on a stool at this young man's table. "Who're you anyway? Must be your first hatching, if you're reacting this way."

Sensual Selkie Blue Hatchling creels to Mama. She's female. She can get the food, right? He curls his tail, and gives her a sweet look, trying to talk her into helping to fill that rumbling belly of his.

Horror. Dallan ignores that suspicious swish of air from the cot beside her to favour her arms, now fiddling with the old, therefore safe, wherhide material. "Hmmm. Guess everything's okay. Where did you put your robe?" she asks someone, anyone. Perhaps Helenn over there.

Re'a is sure to stand -far- away from the hatchlings. She's got seven.. and that's more than enough for her!

Culpa Poohka Brown Hatchling creels, and tries again to leap to the girl. Look at me?

(Satler) Keiran raises his glass for another sip. Argh. His manners must have taken a break. "I'm Keiran, formarly of Ruatha. And I arrived here shortly after the last hatching, from what I understand."

(Satler) "Huh," Aida responds, not offering her name either. "And what do you do for us?" He's not getting a free ride out of her -- or the Weyr.

Mama looks down and cooes at the hungry blue. She hasn't got any either. But she surely can help. A nosepoke to Helenn, and when the girl doesn't immediately react, she just harumphs, floating over to hover by Re'a for a moment. Excuse me? Food? *peep*

Saine glances Dallan with every evidence of amusement that fades as she goes back to contemplating her membrane-ified pillow. "Maybe it'll be okay if I turn it over, but it'll smell, though I guess I don't spell that good, either --" One arm is half lifted, as if Saine's about to sniff her arm pit, only to think the better of the idea. Thank heavens. She'd probably knock herself out.

Believing he's found /just/ the right one to get into all that /wonderful/ mischief with, Culpa Poohka Brown Hatchling decides /you/ is for him.

Frozen Barbegazi Bronze Hatchling stumbles over his own two feet, tumbling down the pillow and ending up peering at the world up-side-down. Something isn't right here.

Euran looks toward the bronze and can't help but smirk slightly at the bronzes antics. "Silly bronze." Then back to snugging his stuffed dragon and just rubbing his sore burned feet.

Shrouded in Darkness Egg allows the rest of it's shell to melt away, slowly, carefully, leaving it in the open.

(Satler) Keiran squirms in his seat a bit. "Well, I wasn't planning on staying, but I had gotten at a gather here while passing through. While I was recovering, Toria made it clear that I was welcome here if I wanted to stay." He shrugs and takes another sip then smiles again. "And you are?"

Shrouded in Darkness Egg lets the blues of its surface slowly melt away, shedding its outer cloak, allowing Shrouded Vampire Blue Hatchling to bring itself into the open, blinking at the light.
Shrouded Vampire Blue Hatchling
An aura of mystery envelopes this lanky 'lizard from elongated muzzle to be-spaded tail. Both are dipped in the color of night, that merges with wings' midnight blue before melding into the simple cyan of his body; however, murky turquoise shrouds hind- and forequarters. Sharp-looking wingspars bely the shimmering translucence of each wing, emphasizing the black tenebrous talons at the tips of each paw.

Re'a shakes her head,showing her empty hands to the green flit fluttering before her. "Sorry there.. nothing here." Ok she lies, for there's a pouch full at her waist. But there's no way you going to get her to feed anything to anyone.. just on the offchance of impressing one of those little bugers.

(Satler) Tarlin moves like the kidlet she wishes she were into Main Living Cavern.

(Satler) "Aida," the brownrider admits. "Oh, here since the gather, huh? That was in the summer." And now it's winter. "We had a lot of folks show up then and decide to stay with us. Dunno why, but I guess the Weyr can use the labor." She doesn't find weyr life particularly exciting herself, not when she has a dragon to mind and responsibilities to shirk.

Mama hmphs! Well, that wasn't very nice! And the pouch being noticed, she hovers for a moment, then zaps down to grab it with her teeth. Since Helenn's distracted, she'll do it! A quick head-twist and a *R-r-r-r-rip* sound, and the pouch is 'delecately' opened. Mama nabs a piece of meat before it drops, then swoops over to drop it by Helenn's feet, where the hungry baby is. The nerve of Re'a!

Dallaney appears to have something attached to her elbow. A wriggling, almost furry, thing. A sound akin to a squeal, translated to a snort of surprise, issues from the tomboy as she steps back. But he has nowhere else to go, really, so she sighs and scrounges a forgotten scrap of meatroll from a pocket. Scanning the chamber, she wonders, "Now /who/ put those eggs in here?"

(Satler) Marley dozes off...

Tad'ra didn't put those eggs there... They just, fell from the sky... yeah... you gotta watch out for those things.

Re'a gasps, but before she can do anything, the pouch is torn open and the little buger has a piece. Well... as long as it's not dropped at her own feet, she doesn't care!

(Satler) J'avia has arrived.
(Satler) Tarlin flops into a seat, moodily contemplating the fingers entwined on a table before her.

"It's just not right!" Saine eyes her pillow once more, before glancing over at Helenn and Mama, a childlish giggle escaping from her as lips tweak against her will, a hand lifting to facepalm and hide her eyes for a moment.

(Satler) Aida notes Tarlin's arrival, but doesn't greet the girl. Besides, shouldn't she be helping to serve all the hatching guests?

Sensual Selkie Blue Hatchling hops down from the bed, head having followed Mama's flight to and from Re'a. Nose is lifted and air sniffed. He smells... fooooood!! With a careful, sensual glide, he makes his way towards the meat... it's gonna be his!

(Satler) J'avia happily sighs and makes her way to the dawnrunner table, greeting her fellow ring riders and their cheers before choosing her seat near Aida, "Lovely hatching dont you think?"

Helenn blinks at Mama, opening her mouth to say something, then following her gaze down toward the meat. ".... you mean... you're not hungry?" she says. "And... oh no! Mama! Don't you dare! I've got enough! ..." The damage is already done, though, apparently.

Sensual Selkie Blue Hatchling searches high and low and finally finds the cutest one in Helenn.

(Satler) Tarlin was up all night long helping to prepare for said guest and was therefore shooed out of the kitchens when she offered help that day. So, there she sits, in contemplation, ignoring the festivities around here.

Frozen Barbegazi Bronze Hatchling turns his head this way and that, peering up at the strange sight above. Are you my mommy? With a shake of his head, he dismisses that train of thought. Perhaps the tumble off the pillow jogged the brain a bit too much.

(Satler) Aida is talking to Keiran, actually -- or grunting advice at him. "The usual," she says to J'avia, "I'm just glad nobody cried on the sands." Then she would need something far stronger than her Benden red to refresh her. "Wineskin's circulating over there, if you want some." If there's any left.

Taken.

Euran just watches the Candidate and then the hatchlings quietly and just shake his head. Then jingling around with the dragon in his arms, watching the bronze, "So clumsy of a bronze..." A comment before watching the other hatchling, now that one is /very/ scary. Gripping the stuffed creature, causing it to jingle and shine.

(Satler) Keiran frowns at the mention of Adia's name. "Didn't you get tapped as an assistant weyrlingmaster?" His face splits into a grin. "Good luck, if that's the case... From what the other riders have told me so far, you're gonna need it!"

(Satler) J'avia peers up at the mention of wine while raising a brow at Aida, "Happy tears are a good thing... in fact I saw a few. I think it was great, always reminds me of when I impressed. Best day of my life, ever." how could it not be?

Shrouded Vampire Blue Hatchling slinks forward, trying to stay in his darkness, despite the light. Euran's shadow seems to suffice, for now and the blue ducks in.

(Satler) Aida rolls her eyes at J'avia. "I guess." She tries not to get nostalgic; Helicyth covers enough for the both of them and then some, the big brown baby. " -- No, I'm not a weyrlingmaster. I gotta do the work, but I don't get the knot," she clarifies for Keiran's benefit and anyone else who's listening. "I've been in trouble too much for that."

(Satler) Keiran looks over to J'avia. "I can't fault anyone for crying today, especially if it's happy tears." His eyes glaze over again as he dreams.... one day, maybe....

Helenn reaches down to run a fingertip along the blue's head with a suffering sigh. "I suppose." she says, finally. "Then again, I don't have a chance." However, Mama is shot a glare. Naughty.

At least the pillow is free, now, and Saine scrambles closer to run fingers across the surface. Sigh escapes, almost one of relief, as the woman examines the damage before peering down at the hatchling, face half veiled by her canopy of curls. "Well, you might be forgiven." Just in case it even cared that it could have damaged the meaning of Saine's life, the one love to which she has remained constant, the cheese on the pizza of her life, her... pillow.

(Satler) Keiran ahhhs... "All work and no credit? Sounds like you need more than just wine in your cup..." Speaking of wine, he raises his for another sip.

Cait wakes up from his nap.

(Satler) J'avia snags a passing glass of wine and grins at Aida, "The rest of us will keep you in line." like Javi si all that much better, shes probably the most lax AWLM there is. She nods to Kieran too, "I think I teared up a little when my dear Pralanth crooned up at me..." she gets a little nestalgic, "Ahhhh, when he first spoke to me... it was the most amazing thing, like I was cold and warm all at once." she shivers just a little and looks back to hte pair she speaks with, "Its different for everyone though."

Now that, Frozen Barbegazi Bronze Hatchling can understand, for where would life be without some sort of treasure? Whirling eyes peer upwards as bronze tries to turn right-side-uwards, and succeeds only in getting himself tangled up. Oh, could someone help.. please?

(Satler) Yes, Aida merely sat there and let Helicyth do the talking, that first time. "I'm going to get some food," she says abruptly, leaving J'avia with her memories and the dragon-dazzled Keiran. But first, she'll consult an insider. "What's not good to eat, Tarlin?" she asks the cook's assistant as she drifts that way.

(Satler) All this talk about dragons and Tarlin's dainty nose wrinkles amidst her pudgy features as the conversation surrounding her manages to seep through her moody reverie. Golden orbs dance up from her twined and entwined and retwined fingers to blink at Aida, her attention slowly focusing on the brownrider. "There's nothin' that's not good to eat," she answers softly after a moment's pause.

Dallaney has her hands full, what with Culpa and everything else. Since she doesn't have food handy, the youngster creeps towards the exit, 'lizard in hand, another in hair.

Euran looks at the blue again, "You're strange." Hold on tight to the creature in his arms.

Shrouded Vampire Blue Hatchling is looked at, creel! Head is quickly tucked 'neath wing, as the blue cowers.

(Satler) Aida nods at Tarlin, taking her word for it. "You look a little glum. Thinking about that time at Igen?" She's never been one to mince words.

(Satler) Brann pops in from ::between::

Euran looks at the blue again and just shrugs with a roll of his eyes, back to just squeezing onto his stuffed dragon quietly. Looking off into empty space.

Another giggle escapes -- Saine seems to be doing that a lot today -- and tentatively the 'capable' healer's hands dip down towards the hatchling, voice dipping low: "Please, let me help? I'm a healer, you don't need to worry that I'll hurt you -- s'not like I'm going to give you a needle, or anything like that, I can help you..."

(Satler) Meatroll_Guest has arrived.
(Satler) Meatroll_Guest arrives.

(Satler) J'avia wrinkles her nose at Aida, "Some of us enjoied it!" called to the brown riders back as she walks away, though there is a teasin glint to her tone.

Shrouded Vampire Blue Hatchling seems to be conversing with himself under the wing, as little chitters and such can be heard... Than finally..

Frozen Barbegazi Bronze Hatchling blinks and lets Saine help him.. and then...

Shrouded Vampire Blue Hatchling lifts its head, from underneath night-touched wings, and looks to the one named Euran. Yes, this is the chosen one.

You leave the room.

Lower Caverns
This area is actually where the main passages meet. Several stone glow holders keep the place well lit as riders, crafters, residents and children move back and forth along the hallways of the Weyr. Distant running water can be heard from the bathing pools or the giggles from the nursing in the resident's hall where many young children play.
Toria and Niamh are here.

You enter the chamber.

(Rock) Oh, what treasure! He's found it.. and it's all /his/! One last creel is given before Frozen Barbegazi Bronze Hatchling nudges Saine, his treasure!

Main Living Cavern
Melodic laughter rings throughout the spacious cavern as riders socialize with one another, boasting of adventures a-dragonback, and gossiping about stodgy wingleaders and sordid affairs. Drudges rush past you, their arms laden with dishes and mugs of Klah, desperate to relieve themselves of their burden while pesky 'lizards inhibit their progress.
The light from the glows warmly illuminates the domed cavern and shimmers off the walls as miniscule mineral particles reflect the soft lighting like twinkling stars blanketed in a wintry gray sky. Numerous tables lie scattered across the room, some large enough to hold a whole wing of riders while others were made only for two. Towards the back, a large hearth breathes soul soothing warmth into weary bodies as its flames dance with hypnotic grace and puppet flickering shadows across the spacious stone stage.
Sultry, mouth-watering aromas float in from a small archway that leads to the kitchens while chattering can be heard emanating from a wide hallway.
Flopped atop various perches are Frazap, Repugno, Sanctus, Gnare, Aicet, Aeris, Aphelion, Satler, Belch, Leihta, Curious, Daemon, and Brann.
You see S'am, Ad'niss, and OOC Rules (~*!*~ l ooc ~*!*~) here.
Keiran, Aida, Tarlin, J'avia, and Meatroll_Guest are here.

Keiran sighs. "Is she always that... stern?"

Tarlin shrugs, the gesture more a shifting of one shoulder as she readjusts a slipping strap of her overalls. "Not really," she answers. The expression of distaste pursing her features like a prune reveals how much she truly cares to discuss it.

(Rock) Helenn rubs a thumb lightly down her new blue firelizard's back, settling him into a drowse. Well, it's better than a dragon. She doesn't have to worry about chasing after some greenrider, someday. Not looking up, she murmers, "Thank you." to the pillow-dwelling firelizard. Even if she can't understand her.

Aida would peel the prune back to its pit, but it occurs to her that a crowded living cavern, filled with nostalgic riders and celebratory parents, isn't the best place for it. "Right. You want anything to eat?" She changes tack.

J'avia chuckles and nods, "Most of the time yes, but shes really a good rider at heart, just one of those fuddie duddies that doesnt like to show it." she makes to stand as she continues, "You shoulda seen her at her impression, she was all weapie with the rest of them." her voice raising so that Aida just might hear her teasing.

J'avia will never prove it, so Aida doesn't deign to respond to the former's remark. She waits on Tarlin instead, also hailing Dallaney with a faint wave.

Kiorin has arrived.

Keiran shrugs and decides to take J'avia at her word. After all, she would know better than he.

(Rock) Tad'ra bounces, feet touching the ground lightly, into Lower Caverns.

Dallaney creeps in, seeking a meatroll to salve a hunger. There's a new firelizard on her arm, one who's wrapped fiercely to that limb with all three digits. Sandals soft on the stone floor, she stalks along the serving row, returning the hail with half a salute.

J'avia grins at Keiran and raises her wine glass to him as she departs the table and goes to make rounds of all the impressee's family's, "Enjoy the party, Keiran, it was nice meeting you." and with that shes off to mingle.

Re'a has arrived.
Re'a arrives.

Re'a bounces into the caverns from the lower once, head shaking and a cheerful laugh escaping her throat. Spotting several other riders, she heads their way. "Aida.. J'avia!"

"Nope," Tarlin replies, slipping her legs from the bench and lifting herself from her seat to trudge towards the door. All this happiness is getting on her nerves.

Keiran laughs at the deathgrip the flit has on Dallaney. "You too, J'avia", he says to the departing rider.

Tarlin moves like the kidlet she wishes she were toward Northern Curve of the Bowl.

J'avia waves to R'ea as she mingles with happy parents and wingriders already making bets on what weyrling will go to which wing. Shes mingling see... and sinking into the background. ;)

So much for Aida's gesture of kindness. She returns Re'a's exuberant greeting with a far less energetic wave, then twists her way through the crowds to get at the food: all wine and no food makes for a very hungover Aida tomorrow morning. Passing Dallaney, she wonders, "You okay? Going home?"

Kiorin bounces in, looking sickeningly innocent and the like, as boys of his age shouldn't. But he's feminine in appearance, and is quite content with being as such in attitude, too. So hah. Random folk get a cheerful beam, and Kio approaches a random cavern-goer enthusiastically. "All those eggs /Hatched/... ooh, are those /sweetrolls/?" Wow. What a speedy change of topic. Odd.

J'avias eyes glaze over as Pralanths voice distracts her. <<disconnected>>

Re'a makes it to Aida's side, a bit out of breath from meeting and greeting others. "Aida, you won't believe what happened... there were flit eggs in the chambers.. " Brow wrinkles as she tries to remember which ones impressed. "Let's see.. Helenn, Dallaney, Euran and... Saine!" Dallaney is noted and a wave goes to the girl. "Dallaney! Hiya there!" Ok.. who gave this greenrider too much sugar?

R'vian has arrived.
R'vian arrives.

"/Soon/," Dallan says in passing to a voice -- Aida's, apparently -- as she finds a 'roll. With the brown energetically sinking into his snack, she has time to pluck out a meatroll for herself. "Need to find a ride first," she mutters. And a knot too, the Igen one's lost for the moment. "I'm Dallan," she snaps belatedly to R'ea. Now who's losing her manners, too?

Keiran eyes Re'a bouncing all over the place. She can't be proddy /again/! "R'vian, you'd better watch out! Re'a's hyper again!"

Aida just keeps getting turned down, time after time; good thing she wasn't a candidate tonight. "Fire lizards, huh? Who left those lying around?" she wonders, filling a plate with food before it's all snatched up by greedy guests.

R'vian comes strolling in from outside, shivering just the slightest. Brr! Sweat from the hot Galleries mingled with the cold blast of winter outside makes for frozen rider-sicle.

Some drudges arrive to cart J'avia off to bed.

Re'a hears a familiar name uttered by a familiar voice. Turning, her gaze latches first on Keiran, who she shoots an evil glare, then on R'vian. Grabbing a glass, she fills it with Benden and strolls his way. "Got something here to warm ya up.." A wink follows the comment, hips swaying lightly as she walks. Let the rumors fly now!

Dallaney hasn't figured out where the firelizards came from yet. But her brown has his food, at long last, and she can retreat from the thronging riders. Finding an empty bench seems an impossibility, though, and she turns to seek, seemingly in vain.

Food obtained, and her wineglass intact, Aida weaves her way out of the plundering crowd to a table of her wingmates, planting herself there to enjoy the rest of the night. At least she knows these guys won't go weepy on her.

R'vian is such a stud. Look at him flex. Okay, so he didn't need to straighten the color of his shirt, but so be it. Grinning lopsidedly, he shoots a wink over to Keiran and comments, "Hyper women don't bother me in the least." Re'a is given a bit of a warmer smile for the effort she takes, "A blanket that's been heated by the fire? It's as cold as the High Reaches out there."

Aida has disconnected.

Shae has arrived.
Shae arrives.

Sanctus goes ::between::
Gnare goes ::between::
Repugno goes ::between::

Re'a smiles sweetly, eyelashes fluttering as R'vian flexes. She can't help it... she.. must... *swoon* Ok.. honeymoon over. "Hmm.. no blanket nearby but..." As the brownrider takes a seat, she hops into his lap, "Will I do?"

"It is?" Dallan's dismay crackles out in her rusty contralto. Cold won't be any good for her. But dignity, /that's/ succinctly gathered about her and lofted to a bench far from the hearthside, where fewer people are. Along with her pilfered 'roll, that is.

Some drudges arrive to cart Aida off to bed.

Shae strolls into the living cavern, sleep-mussed and bleary eyed. She gazes around at the crowded commotion and frowns. What did she miss?

Shae
A wild beauty lies within dark chiselled features, the close cut of thick midnight hair emphasizing the harsh planes of an emotionless face. A thick frame of dark lashes brush lightly the attenuated curve of prominent cheekbones, life dancing within the feral tilt of fiery golden amber eyes, sculpted brows forming devious arches above. The crooked length of a small, slender nose leads to full pouty lips. A long, sinewy frame, narrow shoulders and fine-tuned musculature defining long limbs in lissome grace and elegant curves moving with an uncanny fluidity, is unconsciously seductive in every gesture.
Rich crimson hugs the curve of narrow hips and well-defined legs in a tight but comfortably fitting leather, creased with age and softened with use. A light sisal forms suggestive shadows as it caresses her upper body in a rich golden amber, billowing sleeves confined by cuffs at her wrists, laces loosened at her throat. Wher-hide boots in a slightly darker hue pause just below her knees, laces drawn up the sides.

She is awake and looks alert.

Keiran laughs at R'vian's antics. "I hope you know what you're getting into!" He then remembers the activities of a few night ago and laughs to himself. "I guess he already does," he tells the room in general.

R'vian eases into his chair--and then finds his lap full of greenriders. Is this normal behavior for all green- and brownrider pairs? If so--he'll just spend the rest of hid days sitting in the Living Cavern, thanks. Chuckling, he laces a lazy arm about Re'a's waist; is there a better place for it? No. "I suppose you'll just have to," he tells the woman, then flashes a smirking glance at Keiran. "I'm an old pro."

Syliden wakes up from his nap.

Shae couldn't have missed it, with all the dragons thrumming the weyr over. Unless, of course. Dallaney has planted herself near that draughty entrance from bowl to caverns, sucking on her meatroll with distracted noise. She won't look at those flirting riders, now, though the brown on her arm does.

Keiran raises his glass in salute to a master at the art of, well, at the art of being a chair.

Re'a chuckles softly as she sips on her mug of klah. Keiran is given another glance, nose wrinkling as she just barely manages -not- to stick her tongue out at him. Barely. It makes a slight appearance. "Did you see the hatching, R'vian? It was great... even a couple that Ailaeth Searched Impressed.." *bounce* Hopefully she isn't hurting anything down there with that bouncing.

Shae misses quite a bit when she's dead tired and her lifemate is willing to let her sleep. The distant look of communion passes over her features and she smiles. Gaze once again focused on the merry crowd, she nods to those familiar faces, dark brow lifting in query at the couple attached to one another in a chair. Curious.

R'vian tightens his arm around Re'a to stil her boucing. Not that it's uncomfortable, just that R'iv /does/ have a sense of public politeness. Hatching's have Holders coming out of walls, and he's just trying to put forth the best representation of weyrlife. Though he'll keep the shapely woman in his lap. "I /did/ see the Hatching," he murmurs with a slow smile. "It's a lot less stressful to watch than participate. Young thing for a new Weyrwoman, though, don't you think? I hear she's... what, fourteen?"

Re'a is calmed, somewhat. At least the bouncing is curbed a little. "Wasn't it great? And the gold.. is a darling! " A giggle escapes, "She's 14, I think... yes... she's the one that scolded Rosalth during an eggtouching. Thought the gold was going to eat her.."

Meatroll_Guest has disconnected.
The housekeeper arrives to remove Meatroll_Guest.

Dallaney is chomping on her last crumbs, and quickly tiring of the meal, and not less the nervous antics of the brown one. Being too far from the hearth is telling on her too, and it's seems an apt time to rise from her seat, from thence to trundle down some hallway.

You leave for the candidates chamber.

Dallan's Cot
Like most of the other cots in the chamber, this one has the obligatory colourful quilt placed near the facing chair opposite, but the rest of its white length is decidedly bare of possessions.
The cot is empty right now, with its stack of furs askew in anticipation of its occupant.

Dallaney scuttles inwards and onwards, to search out the corner cot, once hers, for a treasured possession.

Dallaney
Gaunt, Dallan is, grown into a gawky adolescent sturdiness. A mass of indifferent mahogany curls crisps defiantly from behind her ears, huddling to straggle over sharp eyebrows that cap equally hazel eyes in a thin face. Her nose is sharp, her chin well-defined; dark brown cheeks and lips naturally pursed make her no pleasure to look upon. Uncertain growth has given the slender limbs wiry strength, with a simple agility of motion, but she remains shorter than most others her age.
Rust and bronze hues mingle liberally in the folds of her fur-lined tunic, its trimmings inconspicuous but suitable for the cooler months. Dirt-stained with use, the secondhand attire has been stripped down by its most recent owner, hence gives a tattered appearance even when clean; her black belt with its grey buckle complements the ragged look, while it in turn supports knee-length wherhide trousers. The sandals she wears are comparatively inconspicuous: russet, sturdy and under a perpetual coat of grit; the one old rebellion in the new ensemble.
Single-corded, single-looped -- but restored! -- the dark and light colours of Igen Weyr twine on her shoulder knot.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Culpa
Mired, but not purposeless.

Dallaney finds her coveted knot, and thus scampers out again. Home, hopefully.

You leave the room.

(Satler) Dallaney walks toward Northern Curve of the Bowl.

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