Umniyath x Vsonath Hatching

Ista Weyr: Candidate Barracks
Rows and rows of cots fill the length of this room, which is far too big for the amount of candidates that Ista commonly hosts - it's a remnant from turns gone by, when space for up to eighty candidates was necessary. The cots have been pulled further apart, many discarded, which means that there is plenty of space between each of them for a press and even a small table, although it's still not the most spacious of areas - there are far more cots than could ever be needed. Boys and girls have been mostly separated, with a curtain able to be slung down between the two areas, although there's still a communal sense between the two areas.
A tunnel, kept firmly covered by a great door, leads deep into the bowels of the weyr; it's a long walk to the end, wherever it goes, and glow lamps are required for any who walk that way. The barracks themselves are well lit - glow lamps kept filled, as yet another chore for the candidates, both on and off duty. Upon one of the walls, a brilliant mural has been painted, depicting a queen and her mate, and a clutch of eggs (+view mural).

B'relle rushes into the barracks. "Get your robes on. Get in line. they are hatchng. Hurry! Hurry!"

Pallaton is lazing around, and at the initial commotion, he just stares at her before realizing what all it means and falling over to the floor, scrambling for his robe and sandals.

Sarcon gets his robe on and heads out. "Now?!"

Alexis looks up from her cot where she's just settled having recently come from her chores in the kitchens. In a bit of a rush, she grabs at the robe that was recently finished and throws it on in a rush. She hurries to follow the others out of the barracks.

Iaeran looks up from folding a selection of his laundry. "Now?" He declares incredulously. With a snort he starts to change into his robe, retrieving it from it's place at the bottom of his trunk. He'd have to finish folding later. Pulling on a sandal he hops towards the line.

There's a sudden flurry of activity behind the black privacy curtain around Lyda's cot. Moments later she emerges, dressed in that horrible white robe she was forced into wearing for the occassion. And then, she's hurrying out with the others, trying to find friends to stand near.

Taliesin pulls on the last of his sandles, grumbling at the straps as he tugs them on. And backwards even! "Dun' care at this point, they are on my feet." He shuffles his way over to the line of other candidates and makes his way out onto the sands.

Ahti was lucky - He was trying on his robe to make sure it all fit. And so he's already in it, pulling his sandals on so that he's ready quickly. "Uh, guys?" Pause. "Good luck.."

Perrie was just about to head out the door to the baths, she's hot, sticky and sweaty. Well there goes that idea. With a blink or two, she jumps onto her cot and begins to strip while fumbling for her robe. Finally she gets it on over her head and looks around for her friends. She almost pounces on Lyda in the process, "They're hatching!" She giggles nervously. Well this is a new side of the Smith.

Paimida was flopped on her cot as well, lots of candidates lazing about today isn't there. At B'relle running in she blinks and rolls right off it with a crash. Whoops. Getting to her feet she blinks and peeks around. "Wait.. wha'… what'm Ah supposed ta do?"

Franses trembles with nerves as she throws her robe on and steps forward with panicky jitters. "I'mfine…I'mfine…I'mfine…" she murmurs under her breath as she moves behind Perrie, her eyes unseeing.

B'relle glances over the candidates and nods noncommittally.. "You'll have to do, they didn't give us much warning. Follow me."

Iaeran turns at hearing Pai's startled and confused voice. "Grab on your robe and follow us. He pauses to wait and make sure she'd be alright. "Hurry now."

Sarcon runs and grabs Pai's hand. "Common, come stand by me."

Lyda giggles nervously in response to the near-pounce from the smith, nodding excitedly. She takes a quick look around the barracks. Like a commando, she can't leave her friends behind. She hurries over to Paimida. "Get your robe on and go, c'mon!" And then she moves to follow B'relle.

Paimida finally figured it out and finds her robe, getting it over her head with some difficulty before tossing her socks off and putting on sandals. Tugging her hand out of Sarcon's she lines up with Pal aisntead

Ista Weyr: Hatching Sands
The gently convex floor is hardly visible thanks to its filling of deep black sand, nonetheless forming a bowl in which a clutch of eggs can harden in safety and warmth. Heated by the thermal energy of the dormant volcano, the sands are always opressively hot - even through boots, the sand seers and bakes, small rushes of air from above and through from the bowl making little difference. A large outcropping of stone becomes an island within this sea of sand, the resting place of a queen who guards her clutch; a smaller platform of wood is set aside for the queen's rider.
Centuries of eggshells scatter the dark sands, broken down to but pieces of colour amid the darkness. A staircase rises towards the far end of the sands, almost out of view, whilst a small passage leads in the general direction of the weyrling barracks.

Volcanic Chameleon egg manages to wriggle itself out of its little groove that it's had built in the sand around it. Of course, to onlookers, this occurrence probably looks as if a massive mound of sand has heaved itself up. Then again, as the movements stop, it appears as if that was just an illusion. That's right

Shades of Grey Rainbows Egg shudders suddenly, then stops just as suddenly, as though rocked by an earthshake.

Pallaton tugs nervously at his robe, fingers plucking at loose strings as he remembers to bow to the clutch parents before shuffling over towards the *moving* eggs to pick a spot. After all, this is a totally different experience.

Alexis follows along with the rest making their way into the hatching grounds and onto the sands bowing to the clutch parents on her way. She peers around quickly looking for any of the others she's managed to make friends with in between her time doing chores and the like. Upon seeing Lyda and Paimida, she heads toward them, slightly mince stepping even though she's wearing sandals on her feet. Looking to Lyda she murmurs, "Okay…so…I've only been to one of these before…what do we do?"

Franses steps onto the black sands of the hatching grounds, her eyes not quite focusing yet on anything but the back in front of her. "I'mfine…I'mfine…I'mfine." Oh yeah, she's fine alright. Maybe she's just reminding anyone in earshot? That may be likely. Moving into line alongside Perrie, she turns toward the eggs and as they come into view, her gaze finally sharpens. "No more waiting. Ok. Right."

Umniyath looks over the candidates as they make their way onto the sands. She stands slightly back from them almost offering them to the group in white that start to fill the sands. She is not one of those overprotective golds, she is rather proud of this clutch as she is of all her progeny. As all the candidates find their places she gives a loud bellow, almost in greeting before looking over to Vsonath.

Perrie walks smartly onto the sands, her steps are prim and stately, for the first couple at least. Then she yelps slightly, "Jays! The sands are as hot as maiden on her wedding night!" Uh oh, foul language, yup the smith is nervous. But then she remembers her duties and bows to the clutch-parents before looking around to find her friends. Franses is given a warm smile, "It'll be fine. Really." she moves with the other girl over to by where Pall is standing.

Ahti bows to the clutch parents as he crosses the sands before passing the other candidates, moving to stand on the far side of Franses, reaching for his fellow candidate's hand. "I.. I hope this goes well."

Vsonath is standing off to the right of the entry that the Candidates must pass through in order to get to the eggs themselves. His body is held rigid, head held high and an expression of absolute triumph upon his bronze face. He has every look of a proud father-to-be, marshalling himself near enough to see exactly what is going on but far enough from the scene of action that he will be keeping out of the way. As the Candidates and company begin to enter he swings his forequarters around to survey the long line of white-robe clad people, his thrumming stops for a split second. This is to give the lot of them a 'good luck' of sorts before his attention is swung back to the eggs themselves.

Paimida follows right behind Pallaton, grabbing for his hand here and there, but it keeps moving away. Grr. She's actually trying to stick with the boy? Well, why not, they are related. She bows as well and then as she's falling behind moves in to his right. Whew.

Sarcon stands around looking nervous seeing the eggs moving. He's heard the stories. "Whoo." Sarcon twiches. "Oh please…." Sarcon says before bowing to the parents. "Stay calm, show no fear." He seems to say to himself

Lyda looks rather nervous and harried herself, sticking close to her little group of friends, her eyes darting between the familiar faces for reassurance. She manages the tiniest of smiles for Alexis. "Just… stand still, try not to panic…" The bellow from the gold cuts her off, nearly making her jump. Okay, so she's not always entirely collected. Her eyes move to the eggs, looking for any sign of movement.

Shades of Grey Rainbows Egg rocks roughly about and a wide fracture appears from top to bottom of the egg. The fracture is wide enough in one spot that movement can be discerned within the egg.

Iaeran slips in with a couple of the male candidates at the tail end of the line. He bows to the clutch parents then gazes out upon the moving eggs. The gold's bellow gets a start from him but he smiles at her. His gaze goes to Sarcon. "You'll be fine boyo." He says matter-of-factly.

The colors on the shell of the Twin Wedges Egg dance erratically as it shifts in the sand. Is it now? What's all this humming? The excited shudder of the egg soothes however a moment later. Not now, it seems.

Taliesin strides with a little hop into the sands, stopping when he realizes how many people there are watching. Sky blue hues peer over to the clutch parents where the young man turns to offer his own bow. He then turns and peers at the sound of crackling coming from behind him. "What was that?" he mumbles to himself as he redirects his attentions elsewhere. Not a spot of nervousness in this lad…or so he lets on.

Bump. Volcanic Chameleon egg manages to roll again (and how dizzy the dragonet within must be getting), but this time, it bumps up against one of the other eggs, hard. A great cracking sound is heard throughout the bowl. Which one of the two it is, however, is unclear.

Franses takes Ahti's hand in hers, her gaze unwavering from the eggs. "It's alright. Remember they're dragons. Baby dragons. Nothing here can hurt you." A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth then. Now /that/ was the reminder she needed. Not that her hands aren't still shaking a tad. Nerves.

Sireen wanders in with the rest of the herd, looking lost and confused and of course nervous. Her hair is neatly coiled in a bun to help with the overwhelming heat. An even though her bangs neatly pinned back she lifts a hand to push back and the place they normally dangle. Beads of sweat are already forming on her brow and she's chewing on her bottom lip.

Alexis nods to Lyda and offers a smile back to the girl. The gold's bellow makes her jump just a little, but she smiles at Umniyath, remembering her manners, before returning her attention to the eggs on the sands. She shifts her weight on her feet, trying to keep from letting them stay in the hot sand too long. "Thanks," she says to Lyda, her eyes shifting from one moving egg to the other.

Pallaton reaches for Pai's hand as he settles, glancing over at her with a nervous grin as he shifts back and forth, offering his hand to whoever's on the opposite side of him before leaning slightly to peer at Franses. "Ah dunno.. They say they can hurt ya, and ya should be careful.." Just the reassuring words Ahti needs, certainly.

Shades of Grey Rainbows Egg bursts apart each half falling to the ground as the Abstract Stained Glass Green Hatchling flings her egg-wet wings wide.

Abstract Stained Glass Green Hatching
A more colorful version of the shell that once housed her, this green hatchling sports the whole gamut of that color. Tracings of deep, deep, near black green divide her hide in to millions of tiny sections in varying sizes Some as small as a mark others as large as a firelizard egg. None of the sections have a regular shape, they are instead rough and jagged as though made of shattered glass put back together like a jigsaw puzzle. Each section is a different shade or hue of green. Some shine in briliant Emerald, others glimmer dully in turquoise, some have so much yellow as to be scarely considered green, others are nearly blue. Some are shaded so dark as to blend with the tracings outlining them, others so pale as to be mistaken for white. Seafoam, jade, lime, forest, antique bottle, sage, spinich, olive, aquamarine, and chartruse all seek to draw the eye and mesmerize the observer. Janneth is a well formed dragon with average features. Her hide is the only remarkable thing about her, but it does the job better than most.

Heat Born Secrets Egg shivers suddenly, perhaps the wind from all the dragons flying in and depositing passengers has cooled the sands and chilled the furnace-thriving egg.

Ping, ping. Like a dark black pinball, the Volcanic Chameleon egg continues bumping against its siblings, more thuds and crackling sounds becoming audible by the moment. As it rolls off into a clear space, into light, the egg breaks apart at all its facets, a large, brightly lime wing of gossamer breaks through, spreading feebly to introduce the resident within to the world.

Mesa Verde Green Hatchling
Long glossy wings. Wings that, when they unfurl, are so long as to appear terribly, terribly awkward. They make the medium-sized green appear to be without grace: narrow at her top, the body getting larger, from the broad shoulders, her wings - glossy, splashed in certain places with a shimmering, silvery green. This, my friends, is where the subtlety ends. Pulled back taut against the thin, yet well-muscled form is a hide of a brightly lime green across her belly and right at the tip of her muzzled nose, there is a lighter green, in its own a bit awkward at the tips of her headknobs is a slightly darker green. Through the hide can currently be seen the traces of bones - not the point to where she's malnourished, but to the point that the lady is most definitely having the room to fill in to be one of Pern's best flight-fighters. The ridges on her back, every so often, run crooked, adding to the slight imperfections. There seems to be a pattern, to those upon her back, but as soon as they've had it 'figured out'? The pattern is gone. Despite her appearance, the gaudily-green miss is not an awkward, clumsy mover at all indeed, she moves with a sort of careful fluency (which was, come to think of it, probably from her father's side of the gene-pool). It's her eyes, though, which are her saving grace - eyes which reflect a constant sense of contemplation. Not too deep, of course - she already basically knows everything. And if not her eyes that're whirling? Well then, her tail is moving, or her claws are clicking, or…

Essentially catching a second wind, the Twin Wedges Egg starts to move again. This time hairline fractures cause several of the silvery spindles to flake off. The more brilliantly colored portions of shell almost clouding over with the internal egg residue that has begun to seep from the cracks.

Paimida squeezes Pal's hand tightly as he takes her, and she does have a rather strong grip. The boy can deal though, he's no wuss, or at least pretends to not be. Shifting her feet back and forth she peeks at him. "Thanks… tha's really makin' meh feel alot better 'bout this, yeh know." Glare. Then as a actual hatching appears on the sand she bilnks… and another. "Tha's…." Bliiink

Ahti stares at Pallaton with wide eyes, looking to Franses for a bit more comfort before it no longer matters, for there are hatchlings out and about, and he's squeezing the hand in his looking nervous.

Taliesin peers about and spots Sireen nibbling away on her bottom lip. Carefully he makes his way over to her and stops at her side. "Ya know, I wouldn't chew too hard. You might need that later." All the while a cool and foolish grin rests on his face as he brushes blond strands from his eyes. He peers back out and spots the two wandering greens taking their place on the sands. "Wow…beautiful."

Another shiver from Heat Born Secrets Egg and a black talon protrudes through the shimmering shell sending a crack horizontally across it.

Nelali is standing, moderately near to B'relle and watching as the eggs start to crack and dump out their contents. She's quiet though, nothing really to say and add to the moment.

Lyda does the 'candidate dance', shifting from one foot to the other to keep herself from getting a burn. Her eyes go wide as saucers as she sees the first pair of hatchlings emerging from their eggs. She's frozen, unable to do anything but shift her feet, affected just as strongly as her first hatching.

Alexis blinks as the first egg hatches. "It's much different down here…last time…I was in the stands," she says to no one at all, blinking again when the next hatchling appears. "Both greens," she murmurs more to herself then to anyone in particular as she watches first one, then the other green hatchling.

Sarcon looks and is quiet as the greens hatch. "Whoa, look at that." Sarcon whispers to Iaeran. "This is amazing." He feels the sands getting hotter and hotter. But tries to ignore it.

Perrie is reaching for Pai's hand as she finds her clique with Franses, "This is more intense than I imagined, that's for sure." she glances at Lyda with a little wink, "Good luck all." she says with a wide grin, "We'll be toasting this day for Turns to come, I know it." she shuffles a little bit, "And cursing our burned feet for weeks."

Franses shakes her head, darting a quick glance at Pallaton before squeezing Ahti's hand in comfort. "Just because they can be clumsy doesn't mean they should be feared," she replies, her smile still unmoving. Then the first eggs hatch and the trembling really begins in her rotund body. "Breathe…"

Iaeran squints a little, not able to wear his hat. The lights weren't very pleasent at this point. The first little green is hatched. Ran smiles at the patterning. But before his eyes are two greens. He takes off the glasses, wipes them, and returns them. Nope, it's not his eyes. There -are- two now…

Pallaton takes Perrie's hand, though he mutters a bit at Pai's squeeze. "Do ya have to squeeze so hard? Ah'd think ya were scared, the way ya're hanging on." And he shakes his head, tsking before he gives her a good natured wink, attention focusing on the greens. Eep.

B'relle stands at the ready watching the eggs hatch and the hatchlings wander around waiting for an impression.

Mesa Verde Green Hatchling looks around the sands with an air of sophistication. Just where has she landed herself. She notices the group in white, looking over each curiously. No rushing these things. One must make the right choice of accesory. She finally takes a step forward across the sands, eyes on a particular set of candidates. All the boys get a dismissive look, they will just not do. She then looks over a group of female candidates, examing each with a careful glance.

Sireen blinks a few times as there are suddenly two greens loose on the sands. "That was fast." She murmurs to herself before attention and wintergreen eyes are snagged briefly by Taliesin. The chewing stops. "What?" She didn't even realize she was doing it until her lip starts to throb. "Oh." Blink. And then she turns back to those eggs and hatchlings, watching and waiting to see who they choose.

HophopHop! Ok, maybe putting the sandles on the wrong feet were a bad idea. Taliesin quickly slips off his sandles while doing his own little hop on the sand just long enough to make the switch. He peers over to Sireen with a sigh and a chuckle. "That feels better now doesn't it? I particularly like my bottom lip."

Abstract Stained Glass Green Hatching arches her neck just a bit even though the goo is falling around her, whirling eyes quite red in her distaste. Goo will definately not do. Attempting her feet, the little green stands up and shakes her body, flinging what excess goo she might have onto the nearby shells. Now, those white things out there, to proceed to them.. Yes…

Paimida manages to glare at Pallaton again. "An' what if Ah /am/, aren't yeh?" Not that the boy will admit it more than likely. She frowns slightly and keeps holding on, not really caring if he teases her. The greens are watched with a mix of awe and fear, yes, she /is/ scared.

Mesa Verde Green Hatchling finally stops in front a smaller group of girls. Each one is eyed over before her gaze finally settles on one in particular with green eyes that just seem to match her hide. She settles herself in front of the girl for a quiet moment before she takes any action, yes she must make sure. Then she does take action.

Alexis's eyes finally rest on the green that has headed in the direction of the group of female candidates. She is rather in awe having not seen a hatchling even this close before and her mouth is open just a little. A nearby sound from another candidate shakes her from her reverie and she looks around a bit, closing her mouth before glancing from one green to the other again and murmuring to Lyda, "So…who do you think they will pick?"

Lyda eyes the greens as they start to approach the group, taking a moment to overcome her nervous freeze. She squints and moves her head, trying to see past the crowd and determine whether the first impression has already happened. She murmurs back at Alexis. "I think one of them picked… who?"

The Twin Wedges Egg has had enough. The shell just doesn't have the strength to hold it's captive inside any longer. Large bits of shell peel off and fall away, flashes of hatchling hide and limb visibly thrashing around until nothing of its former prison remains.

Sarcon makes a fist and tries to calm down seeing the dragons hatch. "Oh its pretty hot in here." Is all the hot sand gets from him, he doesn't even hop. "They're big….bigger than I thought. Hey Lyda, If I get mauld, tell Martrin he can have my stuff." He winks at his closest thing to a freind at Ista.

Not Quite Metallic Enough Bronze Hatchling
Cool wisps of icy brass form a subtle layer of foggy condensation over a glistening shade of pale copper. That particular metallic coat sweeps over his steadfast body and fleshy haunches, blocking much of his base color's reflective quality. What should perhaps be shadow on this frosted bronze, the curve of his belly and underside of his strapping limbs, is instead lighter still, a fine Victorian brocade of opalescent lines, dancing across mulled amber. Each broad paw finds itself home to a set of shining claret talons, the tone isolated from the rest of his coloring. Brass thickens, choking out the copper, up his lissome neck, creating touches of pearl across his eyeridges and head knobs where a delicate shine returns to his hide. Broad wingsails cast of translucent auburn are supported by skeletal spars, deceptively tenuous. Curling down his tail, the brocade pattern returns, finishing at tail tip in blinding ivory.

The Fortitude of Virtue Egg shifts ever so slightly, a smallish white egg almost unseen amoungst its siblings. Its movement is likely unnoticed unless it is looked at directly.

Perrie tries to do her hopping very subtly, can't let herself look like the heat is bothering her. She's a smith after all. But shard it! The forge is nothing compared to the heat of these black sands. Wait? There are dragonets out there. Two green ones to be exact, and now a bronze too. No one ever told her it would be this fast. She tries to look everywhere at one, and only accomplishes to make herself dizzy. "

Abstract Stained Glass Green Hatching makes in quicker to the white robed things, seeing her own sibling obviously going in that direction, too. She stumbles a bit on her way, tumbling just as her other green sibling makes to one. Wait! Don't forget about her! She crows a bit pleadfully before she charges towards the band of girls, she knows who you are, yes!

Iaeran keeps his eyes on the dragons, though half of him wants to close them. They really need to reassess their policy on hats, yep. This wasn't pleasent… and it was making him a little sick. However his stomach's constant churning is forgotten as the extremely palid bronze hatches. "Wow." he mutters softly.

Paimida blinks as a green sits down in front of her, hardly breathing as she tenses up. It's kinda close isn't it. Then suddnely her hand clenches even tighter around Pal's, the boy is bound to have a bruise by the end of this. Wavering the girl ends up settling down onto her knees with a shocked expression. Finally her arms go around the Mesa Verde Hatching's neck and she sighs.

Not Quite Metallic Enough Bronze Hatchling gives a derisive snort, kicking sand back at the mutilated remains of his egg. Jeweled eyes whirl in muted colors of agitation and hunger, the bronze loosing a harsh bugle at the candidates and stamping a foot. Though he does not yet approach, instead parking his fanny on the sand and busying himself with flinging egg goo from his wings.

Franses smiles, in her eyes a reflection of both hope and sadness. "So /that's. how it happens," she murmurs. "See? No one's getting hurt or clawed or mauled Ahti." Yes, comfort the boy. Don't think of anything else. Help him. "Congratulations, Paimida!" Now a bronze has entered the fray. "They're amazing so young."

The top of Heat Born Secrets Egg flips off backwards, revealing a slightly confused Trunk of the Ancient Tree Brown Hatchling. The hatchling examines the bottom half of the egg before tapping it several times with a talon until it splits in half and frees the captive hatchling. Trunk of the Ancient Tree Brown Hatchling wanders the sands creeling loudly. He examines each of the candidates in turn, before returning to the short, stocky Irehwon. As the lad looks down at the brown in shock, a broad smile breaks across his weathered features. "He says his name is Virenth!" He calls triumphantly before adding in a softer tone. "I suppose I'won is a good name, and certainly I'll get you some food, beloved Virenth."

Trunk of the Ancient Tree Brown Hatchling
Moderate brown, as of sun baked dirt, coats this dragon's unsually rough hide. Deeper brown stripes run vertically down the dragon's side making the rather bulky looking young dragon look thinner. The awkwardly long forked tail bears a few glimmers of green in with the brown. His pale brown wingspars may now seem small and week but he will no doubt grow to become a champion of the skies.

Pallaton looks like he's going to cry as the green not only approaches the group he's standing with, but has the audacity to take his cousin away from him - From right beneath his nose! As a result, all his other words are cut off, and he just stares at Paimida and the green, attention stolen momentarily by the bronze, though his attention goes back to the situation at hand. "Ya, ya…" And he trails off, dumbfounded.

B'relle rushes out on to the sands to assist Paimida back to the barracks where she can feed her new lifemate.

The Fortitude of Virtue Egg continues its seemingly slow shifting in its own little dip in the sands, before the movements start to increase and fine lines start to appear over the white and grey marbled shell. A piece of shell falls away and an talon reminiscent of a stubby icicle emerges to pull apart the shell further.

Alexis blinks as the second green heads toward the first, watching her and saying, "I hope she doesn't fall…" Frowning a bit, she keeps trying to look all around seeing who is chosen as it seems both greens have picked now. Looking to Lyda, she says, "Who? Oh…Pai got one…who got the other?" She then grins and says, "Congratulations Paimida!"

Shades of Green Egg starts rocking in on the edge of the mound, a rather insistent movement as it wobbles on its little mound near its siblings

Sireen slowly bobs that head of hers, dislodging some of the carefully placed hairs around her ears. "I suppose so." And yet right after she's done saying that she's gnawing on that lip again. Worrying away. Paimida's impression gets a whoop. "Yay! Go-" And then her voice falls away as she forgets the girl's name. Names weren't her strong point. Eyes flicker back to Tali before she spots that other green.. and.. "Oh.." Well there goes her talking partner.

Perrie blinks and looks to see the green with Paimida and she deliberately looks back at the crowds and yells out to someone supposedly up there, "See! Told you so!" Then back to her friend, she just beams, "There, now no one can tell you what to do ever again." She scurries closer to Lyda with a grin, and even gives her other friend a little hug, "Your next, I know it."

Tali watches the little green finally taking its place with her new lifemate, and not a moment later a bronze takes the scene. "Would you look at that one?" he mumbles as he begins to shuffle a bit on his feet. Sky blue eyes peer down at the little green before him. "Ja-Janneth? Food!? Of course sweets!" Tali lowers himself down to his lifemate and snugs her muzzle as he begins to peer about. Where do I go again?

Not Quite Metallic Enough Bronze Hatchling finding himself less drippy than before, pushes up to his feet again, tail flicking oddly to maintain balance. He still regards the candidates with borderline annoyance as he plods towards them, head held high and haughty. Be it new legs or purposeful stride, he effects a slight swagger, a swishing trail behind him from his swaying tail.

Lyda shakes off all her nervousness with a big bright smile as she sees Paimida is one of the first impresses, clapping gleefully for her friend. "Congratulations, Paimida!" She's straight back to being nervous when Perrie hugs her and offers her encouragement, her eyes back on the eggs. "There's so many of them… look, now a bronze, and a brown! This is happening so fast."

Iaeran grins, watching the brown take it's lifemate… and wait… isn't that Pai with that green. "Congrats Pai!" But no doubt he's unheard. He'd congradulate her later maybe. Another candidate he'd not met gets the other green. "Congrats." he tries again. It's the thought that counts.

Franses doesn't know where to look anymore now that impressions are being made so fast. "It's alright. Ahti. Really." Is she saying that for his sake or hers? "Tali! Congratulations!" Lyda is heard and nodded to. "Very fast. It's…woderful."

The Shades of Green Egg continues its rather insistent rocking, before cracks start to appear over its surface like streaks of lightening. Finally bits of shell start to fall off and the first evidence of life appears, a shiny blue gooey muzzle poking through a hole. Shards continue to fall about its occupant until there is left standing in a pile of broken shell, Clearing Spring Rains Blue Hatching. He stands there for a few minutes taking in the world around him, starting at the shell that lay about his feet to the sands and the eggs that still lay near him.

Paimida nods B'relle and gets to her feet, stumbling off with her bond following after. The girl's in a dase it seems, but luckily she let go of Pallaton's hand.

Pallaton continues to pout, though he is paying enough attention to his surroundings to notice the kidnapping of Tali, and he shakes his head, looking at his feet, and plucking at his robe as his hand is freed. He lost half his hold - Not fair!

Alexis nods to Lyda and gives a grin to Perrie as she arrives. "It is fast…I couldn't keep track when I was in the stands. It's not much different down here at all, is it?" She looks around, trying to see who the brown and bronze will go to then ahs as the brown choses, still watching the other eggs and hatchlings as well. "Look…a blue!"

Not Quite Metallic Enough Bronze Hatchling stops far closer to the candidates this time, surveying them each in a hyper-critical sort of way, annoyance traded for condescension. Just as he starts to step towards one, he jerks to a stop, turning instead to the opposite direction and stalking towards a young man. His choice apparently made, the bronze kicks a bit of sand at the feet of his selected dingy-blonde candidate. Or is that Weyrling?

Heat. Not the same at the sands around you, but still there is a warmth spreading over your flesh. This of course, only visits itself upon you long enough to make the transition to cool autumn breeze all that more striking. «Look at you. Come away from these others. We have better things to do. Never too soon to begin to farm a reputation. Dhonzayth and his L'ton, everything a female could want and a male could want to be. Yes, I like that.» A sudden flicker of bright red and copper dance before your eyes, the mental breeze snuffing out. «Oooh, but I'm empty. You have food don't you?»

Ahti gives Franses a crooked smile, biting his lip as he nods slowly, offering his own hesitant congratulations, though his gaze remains on the dragons the entire while - What better way to make sure he doesn't get trampled?

The Pretentious White Queen Egg suddenly moves, lifting a few inches off the ground. It is silent for a second and then leaps again — rolling several feet away from its comrades in a fit of violent motion and then lying still.

Perrie nods and jumps, not really from heat, but more from excitement, "And two more just picked too. Lyda, I do believe this is more exciting that any evening at the Sands. Even when I do hook up with someone." Uh oh, look, it's Perrie uncensored.

Sarcon looks at the approaching dragons and closes his eyes. "Ok calm down, they won't do anything." Then opens to see the bronze coming. Gulp.

The Fortitude of Virtue Egg stops rocking finally as bits of shell start to fall away. The creature that emerges at first seems to be as white as the shell that once surrounded him, until finally he steps out of his shell prison revealing the rest of the iceberg that this dragon seems to embody. Tip of the Iceberg Blue hatchling shakes off his shell before looking around. A solid dragon for such a tiny egg and a solid mate he does look for, but in no particular hurry. He slowly makes his way across the sands looking over each candidate in turn before stopping in front a sturdy Minecrafter candidate, Beragon. He regards him silently for some time before the sturdy lad's arms go about the icy blue neck of the dragonet, "Of course Tlunath , there is bound to be food somewhere." Responds the now named B'erg as he is lead off the sands by the waiting Weyrlingmaster.

The Fairy's Cross Egg lurches sideways, stopping at an odd angle before it actually falls over. Rolling eggs? Maybe it just doesn't like all the noise.

Tip of the Iceberg Blue Hatchling
From the tip of the nose to the tail this hatchling goes from the palest of blues to a deep navy blue. An Iceberg indeed. His head is such a pale blue it is almost white, the icyness spreading over the broad shoulders of this blue. Past the shoulders it starts to darken to a clear blue reminiscent of blue sea making waves against the surface of the glacier. Then it suddenly darkens at the haunches as if going beneath the surface of the water into the darkest depths until you reach a nearly black tail spade. Each talon looks to be made of ice, white and strong, yet almost carrying an illusion of transparency. A rather solid glacier he is, unmovable yet what lies beneath the surface?

Bits of the Fairy's Cross Egg's shell have begun to break away, like a sudden breeze blowing the sandy surface off the actual egg hidden somewhere inside. It continues to lurch until slooooowly making contact with the hatching sands on its side.

Pallaton stops plucking at his robe long enough to realize that the bronze is in front of him. And throwing sand. And so, Pal does the only logical thing he can think of, start to scurry backwards. And then, as the mind voice he'd previously experienced drifts into his mind, his eyes widen and his jaw drops, and he blubbers a bit. "Ah, Ah.. Food?" Pause, and he moves forward to wrap his arms around the bronze's neck. "Ah can get ya some, Dhonzayth."

Lyda can't help but laugh at Perrie's comment, shaking her head and nodding as she looks around at the hatchlings with Alexis. "A blue… two blues! Oh, who's impressed already? I can't even keep track…" She does, however, spot the nearby impression of Pallaton and the bronze, and smiles and applauds it as well. "Congratulations!"

Iaeran blinks as the pace picks up a bit much for him to manage. He watches several dragonets now, each finding it's partner. Yeah… That's how it goes alright. But not how his eyes would like. He holds a hand over his eyes to help some.

Finally Clearing Spring Rains Blue Hatchling notices the people around him and he examines them from a distance, yet does not move toward them. Eyeing off each one that is left before a noise draws his attention to the stands. He heads off in that direction and he moves to the feet of a young woman. A recent arrival to the weyr, a spicy young healer, Veera. Perhaps no one caught her sneaking on the sands to touch this egg, but he felt it. It is not long before it is obvious too all an impression is made as V'er slides out of her seat and onto the sands. "Of course I belong with you Nascenth!" The pair are led off the sands by a bewildered Weyrlingmaster.

Clearing Spring Rains Blue Hatchling
A sky blue hatchling, this bright blue covers his form from muzzle to tail tip. A bright cheerful colour of a cleared spring sky after rain. One could almost see the droplets lingering on his smooth hide in minute patches of white that speckle his hide. The remnants of the rain clouds can only be seen once his wings are outstretched, each wingsail the pale greyish blue of rain clouds, tipped with white. He is of average length for his age, but rounded out in his build like a fluffy spring cloud.

And now the real fireworks start! The Fairy's Cross Egg shudders violently, larger pieces of shell wildly thrown from the ovoid. In the wake of this sudden burst to action: A brown hatchling. The Righteous Warrior Brown Hatchling emerges from his egg shards with a bright trumpet, gleeful at his release. He seems to have a direction already in mind, promptly trampling off on his chosen path with no small amount of awkwardness. The spirit is willing! But the limbs are shaky. Scampering up to a sallow, serious sort, the brown trumpets again, and plants himself before the young man. Blinking in response, it takes Viros a moment to shout, "His name is Crusadeth!" He wraps his arms around the brown neck, murmuring, "And I am his V'os." As an assistant Weyrlingmaster comes to lead them from the sands.

Franses blinks as the bronze impresses and smiles even wider. "Congratulations!" she cries out then takes a deep breath. "They look so…happy, Lyda." A stolen glance at her first friend and confidant follows. Back to the controlled chaos on the sands.

Righteous Warrior Brown Hatchling
A rich, warm shade of gooey toffee seeps over this blocky hatchling's stout shoulders and bulky torso. Limbs and haunches are favored with a different shade however, one more akin to dry autumn leaves. And his tail seems to have been dipped in molten dark chocolate. Winding up his wingsails are subtle foamy swirls, a pale beige that only finely patterns against the original toffee coloring. This beige again resurfaces to highlight his head knobs and eye ridges, surrendering the rest of his hide to the thick coat of sugary-toffee-goodness.

Alexis nods to Lyda and looks around, just barely managing to catch Pallaton's impression and she grins off in his direction. "Congratulations Pallaton," she offers before looking back to see the other eggs and shaking her head. "So fast…it all happens so fast…"

The Pretentious White Queen Egg begins a flurry of motion once again, rocking and rolling in all directions over a three foot or so circle. All at once, a particularialy violent motion causes a slew of cracks to appear around the head.

Perrie giggles some more and clutches at Lyda now that Pallaton impressed. "Look! They are choosing so well. I knew they would yeah, but everyone I thought would impress are. And that means you two have nothing to worry about." she says matter-of-factly to both Lyda and Franses. A wee bit over-confident is the Smith.

L'ton calls to Dhonzayth and he bounds to his side, slipping in behind him.

Sarcon is confused and looks around to see everyone leaving. "Not so bad." But he is ridden with fear. But chest still held out defiantly, as if to say come and get me.

Lyda grins and nods to her friends, though her eyes are still on the hatchlings roaming the sands. "Yes, they are happy… as well they should be." She glances sideways as Perrie, briefly. "You're the one who's going to be next, I think. We'll see."

B'relle stands off to the side assisting the new riders to feed their lifemates. "Make sure they chew."

Franses smiles at Perrie, her eyes still mixed with hope and that hint of sadness. "And Paimida impressed. Just like you said. Just like I said. You /have/ to Lyda. I know you just…have to." Ahti's hand is squeezed, "And so do you." No mention of herself. No. Not at all.

The Pretentious White Queen Egg begins rocking and moving again, quite suddenly exploding into a shower of shards as a dragonet spills out — doing a complete backflip and sprawling ungracefully on his back. Whining loudly and in a frustrated manner he regains his feet, biting viciously at the fragmets of his former resting place as if in revenge.

River of Molten Magma Bronze Hatchling
This particular dragonet is of only just above average size and roughly average build. He does not appear to be excessively muscular nor incredibly agile and his physical dimensions will certainly set no records. Nonetheless, he at once catches the eye for his startling ambiguity of color. His base tones are a very, very dark shade of near brown, oddly reflective but not quite metallic. Talons of similar near-slate combine with the above further his appearance of a brown dragon at a quick glance. A second or longer look reveals jagged protrusions of coppery metal framing the lines of his limbs and a speckling of lighter colors within those slate talons. The true clinch of the matter is to be found from the base of his head to the end of his tail. Indeed, along this long ridge of tougher flesh a warm and metallic near-red gives the impression of molten magma that has been poured over an unsuspecting formation of rock, intense heat forging it into something greater. This randomly 'poured' expanse of color descends in molten rivulets all the way to the beginnings of his shoulders and hips and to roughly mid-flank. There, the brilliant flow seems to cool and fade through tones of bronze into hardened shale.

The Bridges of Peace egg makes a slight movement in its small hallow on the sands, then nothing. After a few minutes there is another movement, then nothing. Perhaps it is testing its bounderies, searching for weaknesses. Finally it does start to wobbling again, tapping inside its shell in a quest for freedom.

Alexis chuckles a bit and shakes her head as she watches the eggs and glances to the Lyda and the others. "It's just…all happening so quickly." Glancing up to the stands a moment she hmms a little trying to see if there's anyone there she knows before her eyes return to the sands to see another bronze hatching. "Look, another bronze. I wonder who he'll go to."

Sireen shifts about from foot to foot, the carefully constructed leather sandals finally having lost their protectiveness to the heat of the sands. She glances after the newly impressed weyrlings and then back out towards the eggs not all that far away. "Do hatchings normally go so fast?" She moves towards Perrie and some of the others, feeling a tad lonely with Tali gone.

Ahti manages a bit of a smile, still rather nervous, as he nods to those around him, eyes glued on the eggs - the dragons - and the disappearing candidates. "Its so fast.."

Iaeran stays in the back, gazing out with his hand over his eyes. He reguards the group of girls nearby as they talk about impressing and gives a soft snort. The eggs seemed to have slowed down some. Another bronze hatches with interesting tones and patterns. This was one colorful clutch.

The Bridges of Peace Egg continues to wobble in its hallow, the movement growing until finally fine cracks appear over its shell, seeming to follow the white lines that streak about its blue surface.

"Whoa, that was big." Sarcon says looking at the explosive entrace. His palms are sweaty now and he can't help but begin to shuffle a bit at the heat of the sands. His face is grinnings seeing everyone getting out ok. "I feel better." Sarcon says to everyone as he breaths deeply.

River of Molten Magma Bronze Hatchling continues to chew on his former home for a moment until he realizes that no, this isn't actually going to help him any. With a snort of indignation he pushes himself away from the thing and begins to head resolutely towards the left side group of candidates. He seems to have something in mind, for he just walks directly through the group — casually shoving people out of the way without any regard for their safety whatsoever. He is unhurried, but certianly impaitent…. in particular as he stops in the middle of a group of candidates and… bellows angrilly. Wisely, they scatter.

Lyda smiles at Franses. "You'll go too. Just wait and…" Her attention is snagged by the rather pushy bronze, taking a couple steps back to make certain she's far enough away. "Shards, I hope they're all alright over there…"

Iaeran eyes the rather distructive dragonet carefully from his position in the back. He almost laughs, however, as it seems it have it out for the world. Silly critter. He peers out to the other eggs but keeps an eye… an eye on that one indeed.

Perrie watches as the bronze and scowls in his direction, "See, it's dragonets like that that give hatchings a bad rep." she tisks and shakes her head, and continues her foot shuffling, "I wish they would have let us wear boots, my poor feet aren't going to be the same for weeks." she whines a littl ebit.

Alexis glances to Sireen as she moves over this way and offers the other girl a smile. "Hey. I know the last one I was at did. I was in the stands for that one. But I've only been to that one and this…so I'm certainly no expert." Her eyes return to the eggs and the bronze that is still out there, frowning as she looks around. "Strong bronze," she comments in reference to his bellow.

Franses watches the approaching bronze warily, keeping Ahti's hand in hers. "If he looks to be moving past you just get out of his way," she warns. Likely an unnecessary one but a needless warning is better than none at all. "He's aggressive, that's all. Nothing to fear. I'm sure they're fine," she answers Lyda. "If they got out of his way, they'll be fine."

The Bridges of Peace Egg starts to slowly fall apart along the cracks as if in slow motion. First its pale talons appear, pulling away parts of the shell, followed by a peak of a pale nose. With a little more effort the little dragonet finally frees itself and out steps Washed Ashore Green Hatchling. No sooner has it stepped out that it trips over it shells and dumps onto the sand sticking the grains to its gooey surface.

Whistling in the Wind Egg sways gently in the sands, as though being rocked in a soft breeze. Whether there is any whistling or not can not be heard over the sounds of shells cracking, candidates calling to each other, to the hatchlings, orto those in the stands. And, of course, the cheers from the galleries and the creeling of hatchlings don't help either.

Washed Ashore Green Hatchling
An ocean before a summer storm has washed ashore and covered the body of this green in its image. Ripples of sky blue at the convex dome of her blunt muzzle are swept up in the strong current of palm-green flowing across her broad, wedge-shaped forehead. Upright headknobs rise like mossy pillars from the swirling depths, creating breakers of yellow-green foam that drip along the edges of each delicately arched eyeridge, attributing an air of open intelligence to the eyes they protect. Down the river of her neck runs a heady mixture of clover green and royal blue flecked with seagrass that crashes upon her wide chest with all the rage of a waterfall only to pool and eddy languidly around the muscle masses of her shoulders, torso and haunches. Thin sail membranes of deep hunter green are an abyss upon which ailerons of sand hold stubbornly, giving birth to powerful wings. From these same lightless depths, worn and barnacle encrusted spinal ridges rise from their watery graves to be kissed with fiery chestnut at each tip by a molten hued tail-spade, While talons of froth sprout like mares heads from the carefully sculpted fingers and toes of this spirit of the sea.

Sarcon steps back as the Bronze is right there, and demanding some room. And he is not one to back down but this is no time to stand up to a hatchling. "Just calm down." Not sure if he's saying to himself or to the dragon.

River of Molten Magma Bronze Hatchling seems to be a little bit more content as he is given the space. He turns and begins to plod along the back of the row of candidates, still searching for someone or something in particular. On the way he finds it necessary to take a bite of someone's robe, tearing a chunk out of the white cloth and leaving them nearly bare-behinded. Just to give him something to occupy his jaws of course. Chewing it, he approaches another group of candidates and suddenly charges forwards — hell bent for leather on one particular person.

Alexis notices the entry of yet another green and ohs softly at the colors. "That's a pretty green," she murmurs, then her eyes dart to the other eggs again and to the bronze once more. She's still trying to see who he'll Impress.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the River of Molten Magma Bronze Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

Whistling in the Wind Egg rocks harder and harder before rolling over entirely as the unseen, unfelt wind picks up. It manages to roll against another egg, causing a fine crack to appear in the surface. The crack slowly lengthens and widens, as though forced wider by the ravages of nature. It's almost as if you were watching the freeze and thaw of moisture in the crack over several millennia, at very high speed.

Washed Ashore Green Hatchling quickly rights herself and shakes off the sand. Noone saw that. She tucks her wings at her sides and looks around the sands. What have we here? The young green looks over the sands as if looking over specimens in a lab experiment. Each one getting careful regard. Too small. Too Large. Too nervous. She drops back on her haunches with a bit of a draconic sigh to continue her study.

A soft ripple surges up the outside of the Pale Pink Cluster Egg, dainty pink petals giving a shiver. Though they remain intact. It's not yet time. No, not yet.

Ahti quickly nods to Franses, listening to the advice without protest. And then he's leaning, watching to whom the bronze went, though half his attention is still on the remaining eggs.

Sireen flicks her tongue 'cross her lips. "Well you know more than me. This is the first hatching I've been in or watched." Hands knot with the sash tightly lashed about her middle. The new green gets the once and twice over before cool wintergreen eyes dance over to one of the eggs that is cracking.

Sarcon looks on the Broze still even though other are moving its the real picky one that he's looking at. I mean its right infront of him.

Iaeran drops to his nees as the bronze hits him. That should hurt, but perhaps it's more thr surprise that its… its talking to him! Him! Of course him! "Knephyth! Why…. yes you're right… Come… Let's get you food at once!" Ran stands up, not noticing the burns on his knees, and places a hand upon the dragon's brow. Now, where was B'relle?

Franses prepares to pull Ahti out of the way of the charging bronze, just in case. Luckily there is no need as the creature impresses. "Congratulations," she calls with a smile. "There he's gone and everything's…okay." All the hatchlings and cracking eggs get her gaze once again.

B'relle hurries out on to the sands and guides Iaeran and Knephyth to the group on the side.

Fissures tear up the sides of the Pale Pink Cluster Egg. But what egg worth its salt collapses because of such minor things as cracks? Not this one that's for sure.

Iaeran calls to Knephyth and he bounds to his side, slipping in behind him.

Perrie watches the bronze impress to Iaeran and just smiles a litte with relief.
Echoing Franses, she nods, "He's gone, but I feel sorry for that poor lad. He's going to be quite the handful that bronze is." Cause the Smith knows everything about dragonets…not!

Alexis watches as the bronze impresses Iaeran and she calls out with a grin, "Congratulations," before her attention is on the eggs once more. She gives a quick glance to Sireen and says, "Really? I got lucky with the last hatching I watched. And I was surprised when I was Searched for this one." Her eyes are now on the green that hasn't chosen yet. "So many things to watch it's hard to keep track of them all.

Whistling in the Wind Egg crumbles suddenly in to dust-like shards. Some even float in the air forming a sort of smoke from which Moss-Covered Stone Green Hatchling emerges creeling softly and looking about. The dust settles as the hatchling finds and rushes towards the mate she desires most. Well, stumbles along as fast as she can acctually, those wet wings are awfully awkward and she trips several times before she finally arrives, covered in sand at the feet of Elyna. The shy quiet candidate steps quickly away allowing the hatchling to pass on towards her her true destination. The girl is surprised to discover that Moss-Covered Stone Green Hatchling follows her. She looks down into the hatchling's eyes in startlement and gasps softly. "El'a? You mean? Of course I'll get you some food, dearest Cormelleth." The newly impressed pair make their careful way over to the Weyrlingmaster for some food.

Moss-Covered Stone Green Hatchling
The hide of this green dragon appears, from a distance, to be a very even moss green. A closer look enhances the perception of mossiness, by dispelling the illusion of even coloration. Her hide is mottled with a slightly darker shade of green as the base and tiny hairlike paler green markings packed tightly all over. In a few places, tiny spots of grey or brown show through much like stone or dirt beneath the moss.

With a triumphant cry the Moss-Covered Stone Green Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Lightning through the Abyss egg's inhabitant starts to wriggle a bit. Alas, though, this only manages to make its soft black crater of sand deeper. The broad golden band on its dark surface shifts from one side to the other.

Lyda nods to Perrie and Franses, looking relieved when the destructive bronze departs. "Yeah… well, that's good. It'd be nice if nobody got mauled in this." Well, nobody she likes, anyways. Her eyes go back to the eggs and hatchlings, her expression stunned. "They're all so beautiful, really…"

Sarcon looks a bit relieved that he wasn't run over. He looks around to see how many are left." And upon counting he notices that many have impressed and he says. "Congratulations!" But tries not to startle any of the dragons.

Alright fine. The Pale Pink Cluster Egg has finally lost enough structural integrity to unleash its contents on the word. A shower of petal-like shards signals the arrival of the Midnight on the Waves Blue Hatchling.

Washed Ashore Green Hatchling finally notices a couple of females on either side of the group. Goodly height, goodly build, correct gender. She looks back and forth between them for some time. How can there be two that match her specifications so well? This is just not right. She rises from her seat and moves to one end to the Farmcrafter and gives her a closer inspection. She seems so right on the surface, but it seems the dragon is just not pleased upon closer examination. She moves along the line of candidates seeming to ignore everyone until she stands in front of the Harper apprentice. The same examining gaze is given to her, but this time it seems she likes what she sees.

Midnight on the Waves Blue Hatchling
Navy in nearly black creates the sultry base coat on this dragon's finely boned frame. Select portions of his hide lighten, artful streaks of sea foam and teal, in a subtle lapping pattern across his limbs and up his elongated tail. Almost as if rinsed of color before it properly set, his paws and talons bear a pale aquamarine, delicately crystalline. Though he possesses a reasonable length for a blue, his body is slim of build, lightweight, even dainty in some respects. His wingsails in particular are slender, faint wisps of cobalt against a vaguely violet tinged indigo. Winding up his neck-ridges from his spars, the hue of his hide is unmistakable mauve. Head knobs sharing this shade make a cool contrast to the cobalt flecked navy of his sleekly narrow head. Whirling in vibrant jewel-tones, his faceted eyes reflect a keen awareness.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Washed Ashore Green Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

A small draconic hand with short talons breaks through the Lightning through the Abyss egg, the hand noticable because it is more brightly colored than the blackness of the side through which it pierces. The sound in itself seems to be delayed, as the dragonet within gives a long, harsh cry - the hand is still obscured with goo, though, and so it's impossible to tell the little one's color just yet.

Perrie claps a little bit at all the impressions happening all around her. Then when the blue is hatched, she grins broadly and nudges Lyda, "Look, one just for you, he's nearly black he is!" she hops some in excitement as she watches one of her favorite eggs, who still hasn't hatched. Her eyes roam over the Shaft of Darkness egg before looking back at the dragonets wondering the sands.

Franses's eyes grow as large and round as dinner plates, her hand falling from Ahti's when she realizes that, yes, the green before her /isn't/ moving on. "Da-da-Danath?" she stutters the name in a hoarse whisper, tears gathering upon her eyelids. "Me…Danath…I" she stammers in the awed and somewhat incredulous tones of one who has just made contact with friendly aliens. Her expression suddenly joyous and bordering on ecstatic, she dissolves into sobs, her arms embracing the green's neck, her forehead lowering to press against the hatchling's just below her headknobs. "Thank you, Danath." She seems powerless to say anything save the name of her newfound life mate, a name she murmurs over and over like a tantric mantra or a supplicant's prayer, "Danath…Danath…Danath. Food!!!" /That/ got her. "Food! Shards, you're starving, I'll take care of it. I'll take care of everything. I promise."

Midnight on the Waves Blue Hatchling stalks out from his egg remains to cast a dryly condescending look on the candidates. Head held high and svelte build choosing the most direct path possible. His silent assessment of them all doesn't slow his approach, though the nearer he comes, the more brightly the colors in his eyes become.

Alexis watches as another green appears and impression is made and then Washed

Ashore Green impresses as well. Shaking her head, grinning as she tries to see who impressed them so she can call out a congratulations she says, "So much to see and just not enough time to see it." As another egg cracks, it grabs her attention and she looks toward the egg waiting to see the color of the dragonet within. As Frances is the one chosen, she offers her a grin and says, "Congratulations!"

B'relle gently guides Franses and Danath off the sands to join the other new weyrlings who are feeding their lifemates.

Franses calls to Danath and she bounds to her side, slipping in behind her.

Ahti has lost his hand, and so he looks around anxiously, scooting around Franses as he offers his congratulations, to join Perrie and Lyda. "I didn't realize.." And he trails off, eyes glued on Franses and her green.

Lyda beams, happy as can be as she sees one of the greens chose Franses, which of course earns an excited round of applause from her. "Congratulations!" She looks back at Perrie, smirking. "Told you so." Her gaze then drifts to the blue which Perrie points out, and she admires him with a smile. "That is an absolutely beautiful color. And look at his eyes, too."

The Mutable Colors Egg shifts in sands ever so slightly. The pale egg catching the lights in the chamber as it moves drawing attention to its shiny surface.

Finally the shells fall away to reveal a pale green hatchling. She shakes off her shell before rising from the pile to gaze at the world around her before quickly making her way to the line in white. One by one, the Hidden Valley Green Hatchling starts to pace around candidates, tail swaying back and forth, collecting black sands which cling to its body. A young man off to the sides, Cintact, is the final target of the wintergreen dragon's gaze and as the tiny green lady pounces the group of candidates around him give a squeal. She's only sitting on his legs and feet, and so the young lad from Ista's dolphineer pods is easily able to cry out: "Lensth! You silly darling, if you'd get up, we can go right away!" Once the newly christened C'tact gets to his feet he leads his new green partner from the sands.

With a triumphant cry the Hidden Valley Green Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Hidden Valley Green Hatchling
This little green is the color of the palest wintergreen. Everything about her seems to say fragile and delicate. Finely chiseled are her features from her daintily pointed muzzle along her sharp spine ridges and down to her long slender tail. Her wings sails seem to be made of the finest of pale green silk surely unable to hold her up into the air. Despite these delicate features, there is a strength in her movements, well defined muscles moving just beneath the surface. She is not to be underestimated.

Midnight on the Waves Blue Hatchling surveys the candidates, mentally ranking them in importance. Or perhaps, usefulness to himself. He seems to be veering subtly towards a group of boys though passes them by with hardly a glance. A low rumble vibrates in his throat, someone is near. Someone special.

Illusions In the Sand Egg shifts slightly in its mound, almost a shiver across the shell before its silent again. Was it infact the egg that moved, or just the sand behind it? For when one looks again, its completely still.

Perrie actually gets tears in her eyes as Franses impresses, "I know you did Lyda." she says to the remaining of her friends. "He's perfect for you, will completely match your wardrobe." she jests to the younger candidate. But there are very few eggs left, and fewer dragonets. She takes a deep breath and tells herself firmly, "Don't break down yet. Not yet."

Sarcon looks toward the still unhatched eggs and smirks. Only a couple left, this could be over any time. Sarcon stands with his chest out again. He's ready for whatever happens, no regrets, no problems. "Come and get me." He says to the eggs.

Sireen fidgets as the number of eggs steadily decrease and the number of hatchlings wandering around are making their claim. Alexis is glanced at before she just offers a thin smile, not really sure how to keep the conversation going on or if she should even keep trying.

Alexis watches still another green appear and impress and chuckles slightly, then looks to the blue to see who he will chose. She does look back to the other eggs still on the sands, wondering when they will hatch and what they will hatch. Looking back to Sireen she murmurs, "Which egg do you think will hatch next?"

Midnight on the Waves Blue Hatchling falls silent as a girl falls into his line of sight. Taken aback by something about her, his chin tucks back to his chest, only to be lifted in an exuberant trumpet a moment later. This one. This one is /perfect/. Stepping up to his intended, the hatchling croons delicately towards her, muzzle nudging her stomach.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Midnight on the Waves Blue Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

Suddenly, a sharp crack breaks through the Illusions In the Sand Egg, splitting down the side of the shell near the top. Furious scratching can be heard and little wet talon tips showing through the crevice. Then the movement stops and the crevice in the shell remains quiet. Naptime, perchance?

The Mutable Colors Egg starts to move with even more determination, the egg tipping back and forth in its depression of the sand. Finally cracks start to appear, oddly closer to the base of the egg. Cracks slowly radiate up from the base before pieces start to fall away and a talon appears on the sands, followed by more pieces of shell. It is not long until a piece falls away and a head appears through the whole. A rather comic image with legs and head sticking out, but that last only a few moments before the shell finally falls about a Fallen Autumn Leaves Brown Hatchling. He shakes his head a bit and looks bright eyed around him before bounding towards a group of candidate and tripping over his own wingtips. Splat.

Sarcon actually stands next to Lyda and says. "Mind if I stand here I'm kinda nervous." He smiles and then says. "Whoa, thats close." As he looks at the blue.

Lyda looks like she's struck by a bolt of lightning, standing perfectly straight as the blue gazes into her eyes. Then, the shock melts away into a wide smile, elated, as she takes a slow step forward. "Rovillorth, is that right? Yes, food, right…" She's unable to resist an embrace, wrapping her arms around the dragon's neck and laughing brightly as she takes her new lifemate off the sands, towards food.

Alexis sees the brown hatch and ohs slightly. "Now he's a pretty brown!" She then winces as he bounds toward the candidates and then trips over his own wingtips. "Aww…" Watching somewhat anxiously to see if the dragonet can right himself she nearly misses Lyda's impression to the blue. As she does manage to see it from the corner of her eye, she grins to the girl. "Congratulations Lyda!"

Lyda calls to Rovillorth and he bounds to her side, slipping in behind her.

Sireen doesn't get the chance to reply to Alexis before another egg has gone and split wide open. "Well, I guess that one." A shy smile wiggles its way onto her lips as eyes once more take a count of the remaining eggs. "It's almost over." Is that relief or sadness in her voice? It's not really clear.

B'relle separates herself from the group of weyrlings to guide the newest member and Rovillorth over.

Perrie grins broadly and just smiles brightly as Lyda impresses to the blue, "I told you so, and I am never wrong. Now you gotta believe me. I'll have one in the Sands for you and Pai." She winks as her last friend gets chosen and she's all alone….with Sarcon. Great. She looks over at the lad and attempts a smile, "Yeah, they're all coming close over here." The brown is spied and she giggles inspite of her shining eyes, "Oh the poor dear. He's all backwards isn't he?"

The Earthy Resonance Egg twirls like a top, spinning and coming to a full halt. It settles, soon afterwards. No movements come from the oval, as if the dragon within is striving to recover from the abrupt motion.

Alexis nods to Sireen smiling a bit. "It is, isn't it. What…three eggs left now? Only the brown on the sands currently." She seems…happy even if it is almost over. "It has slowed down a little now at least."

Illusions In the Sands Egg cracks a bit more as furious and frustrated talons attack its unyielding cage once again, sharp scrapes resonating before it goes silent for a split second. Then, a huge shard falls off like it was slammed and the hatchling within tumbles out onto it's shoulder, leaving a hallow, white prison behind.

Fallen Autumn Leaves Brown Hatchling quickly rights itself shaking its head a bit before looking around at the people dressed in white before him. His long brown tail flickers behind him almost playfully as he regards them before bounding off toward one girl in particular, managing yet again to go splat. This time at her feet. The tumble does not stop the moment of impression as the dragon looks up from the sands at Isadora. The sturdy young kitchenhand drops to her knees helping the awkward brown to its feet again, "Yeah, ya know I am hungry too Labrath, let us see if I can make ya something." says the newly christened Dora and off they go following a Weyrlingmaster.

Angelic Waters Blue Hatchling
Deep azures caress over a finely made trianguler muzzle, cheek bones crested high in a surreal fashion, giving an almost forgiving look to the round facetted eyes. Headknobs and arched neck come alive in a waterfall of turqoise, rippling about in the deep blue, like white water over a river as it decends down into the deeper parts of chest and legs. Sleek waist and back legs are colored in mixtures of lapis lazuli and the ever-faithful azure, whirls intertwining and cascading until it reaches the tail, before suddenly the ultramarine takes dominance and darkens to a navy down the last waterfall of a tail. Towards the spade is a near-black, flickering only the bluish color in the light. The most signifigant design of this blue dragon is the wings, which fold proudly over his back, tendrils of cobalt making over the shoulders and wing fingers. Suddenly, across the expanse of wings opens the pale color of aquamarine, which dominates the wing membrains like an ocean, crashing against baby blue and cobalt wing spars.
Fallen Autumn Leaves Brown Hatchling
Autumn now lives and breathes in this young dragon. His brown hide looks like the leaves of tree at the turn of season. A myriad of browns speckling his hide from a pale yellowish brown, through to a bright ruddy brown, to the dark brown of a fallen leaf. His delicate headknobs are each a different color, one the yellowy colour and the other a dark brown, giving his head a rather uneven look but it seems to suit him. He has a rather fine structure for a brown, slender from head knobs to spade, yet with finely chiseled muscles rippling just beneath the surface.

It isn't long until the Earthy Resonance Egg develops what appears to be a fissure down the middle. It doesn't widen just at the moment but abruptly it breaks off into other hairline cracks. The twirling did wonders, apparently.

Sarcon looks toward Perrie. "Yeah, your telling me. I have the biggest stomach ache right now." Sarcon looks back toward the flying shard. "They really wanna get out."

Perrie shakes her head a little bit, "Wouldn't you? I mean, it's hot, and in those eggs it's gotta be hotter." She crosses her arms over her chest. "But I've heard that these things are usually pretty fast." she shuffles some more, and hops once or twice.
Shaft of Darkness Egg begins to rock back and forth lightly. The motions are almost rhythmic and very regular, but lacking in violence as though the creature within was just testing things out.

Alexis seems to suddenly remember her feet and ohs as she feels how hot they've gotten. Wincing and hopping slightly she mutters, "Teach me to pay more attention to the eggs and dragonets then to my own feet. Shards, it will be days before I'll be able to stand on them if I burn them, then how good would I be in the kitchens?"

With a massive heavy and finally a intense lurch towards one side, the Earthy Resonance Egg spreads nearly down the middle before the crackled surface explodes. A flick and a fling brings the young dragon into the wide open. And his new world. He gives a ginger shake and a light thwap of his tail before said Struck by Adoration hatching comes into the light. And to the candidates. CHIRP! There is bit of hesitation as the blue dragonling approaches the white robe two-leggers. His croon is one of anxiety, curiosity and deep longing. Where is the one that will love him as he loves them? A creel then. He looks towards his dam and sire before turning once more to the humans. It is then realization comes upon the young one. F'lash, formerly Forlash, is struck silent but he wraps his arms around the blue's neck, "Yes, yes… Filayzth, I'll be with you always…" A pause, "Oh food, right…" Both walk off, confidently, the sands. To the waiting WLM.

With a triumphant cry the Struck by Adoration Blue Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Sarcon doesn't hop as much seeing as it looks mighty funny. "Oh common no reason to make such a spectacle." Then he see's the eggs resting and then move again. "I wish they'd all come out."

Struck by Adoration Blue Hatchling
Blue. Clearly visible upon the whorls of white sky cloudiness smattered over the ocean's swirl of baby blue. Dashes of striking a dark shade of blue creases along the underbelly, snuggling along the bends of those powerful limbs. Lighter and lighter as the blue goes, pale as the fluffy white clouds in the sky. Whereas along the wings, the darker the blue until the tip, which is truly a dark blue.. and yet, it isn't - nothing close to navy blue at the least. Sweeping up toward the shoulders joints, blue mixes in sugary swirls with white until they blend up to the neck and head to become nearly a complete blue covering - except for the tip of his nose. A generous powdering of off-white folded into baby blue. The white being more or less dominant there. It is the same for tail, but seemingly the very tip is a pure blue. Truly he is the color his very hide proclaims.

With a triumphant cry the Fallen Autumn Leaves Brown Hatchling has found its lifemate at last. After a few moments the WeyrlingMaster leads the new pair off the sands.

Perrie nods to Sarcon a little bit and then raises his brow at the lack of hopping, "Ya know these sands can easily burn the skin right off your feet if you don't keep cooling them off. Don't you have any feeling in them?" She just shakes her head, but her interest is captured by the Shaft of Darkness egg. It was her favorite afterall. Mumbling to herself she says, "Of course it would wait till the last to hatch."

Angelic Waters Blue Hatchling struggles to right himself from his hard fall, whirling red facets staring at the white robed candidates from a sideways view. Now, he knows they shoulden't look like that, and giving a huff from his nostrils, struggles again and finally gets himself up on his four legs. He's a quiet sort as he stands there, surveying the white in the sands. Finally, with a serene movement, the blue hatchling is up and walking towards them, turning his head as if taking each one in as he comes closer.

Sarcon laughs and says. "Lost feeling about a half hour ago." Then the blue catches his eyes. He's quiet now trying not to make himself look like lunch.

Sireen starts that worrying lip chewing up again as one lone egg remains and one solitary blue continues its trek. She raises her hand to push it lightly against her chest as her heart races. A glance towards the galleries is then given and her face falls a bit as a particular face isn't found. He didn't come. She knew he wasn't going to come. Stupid bluerider.

Alexis thinks she pretty much did the same though she's still hopping. Watching the blue now, she wonders who the blue will pick and looking to Sireen she's about to ask when she sees her glancing to the galleries. Smiling slightly to the other girl she says, "I don't have anyone up there either…" Her eyes return to the sands then, watching the blue and the as yet unhatched egg.

Perrie watches the shaft of Darkness egg, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything else, so she turns to see the blue on the sands and just watches him. Her arms are clasped around herself as if she is holding herself together.

Ahti is still shifting back and forth, as more and more disappear around him, sighing a bit, and shaking his head. "Think, though, there's no one to see ya get hurt, that way."
"Who you looking for?" He looks up and see's someone special all the way up there. He almost wave but holds back. Is still and he is sweating heavily now. "Hatch, hatch, hatch already." He seems to command.

Alexis blinks slightly and peers back up into the galleries as she hears her name. "Okay…I was wrong. There /is/ someone up in the galleries who knows me." She blushes a bit first for being wrong and second because she's glad someone she knows did come to watch her stand. Looking back to the sands she takes a deep breath watching to see who the blue will chose and that last egg hatch.

Shaft of Darkness Egg lays still for a few moments before beginning to rock slowly. Progressively, it grows stronger and stronger until with a snapping sound a crack appears along with a brief flit of tail. It is too fast however, to see what color the dragonet within is.

Sarcon sees the impresion and says. "He's a strong one, congratulations." Then waits for the last egg to hatch. "I'm about to go over and help it out."

Shaft of Darkness Egg is broken apart from within as a dragonet appears. Unlike most of his fellows, he seems to have aimed this just right and emerges on his feet — splaying his wings and stretching languidly. He goes to take a step forward then, looking incredibly proud of himself… and promptly trips over the remains of his shell, crashing down onto his face with a depressing thud.

Blasted Desert Rock Brown Hatchling
Monolithic in comparison to most dragons his age, this young brown is distinctive for both his size and color patterns. Nearest to his center of mass he is a brown so dark that in poor light it gives the appearance of being black. At first, this mass of dark coloring seems to be bland and uniform but a closer look shows an incredibly complex spider-webbing of lighter colored ochre 'cracks' within it speaking volumes of a great, jagged stone that has been weathered and split apart by titanic elemental forces. This dark color seems to cover most of the trunk of his body, neck and tail before gradually lightening to a very grainy near-yellow about the head and limbs - almost giving him the appearance of a great rock sitting in a sea of sand. Slate colored talons seem to be no more than pebbles in the sand shards broken away from the larger mass of stone. A very expressive face seems almost an afterthought, faceted eyes like gemstones to cap the entire appearance off.

Perrie is just jumping up and down now and getting highly frustrated. "Come on! Your the last one left. No more making an entrance, just come on out already." She says, to herself as well as the Shaft of Darkness egg. She looks around at the stands now, although shrugs when she doesn't recognize anyone. As Sarcon speaks, she just smirks, "Good luck with that, I'll try not to laugh when you loose a limb." Uh oh, snarky Perrie.

Sireen opens her mouth and turns to Alexis. "I knew he wasn't going to come anyway." She states flatly before whatever attention the other candidate had instantly changed targets. Wintergreen eyes go wide as she blinks a few times and looks down at the blue who's seated itself before her. "Me..? You need me?" She squeaks out in a cracking voice before tears start to dribble down her face and she reaches down to run her hand over his head. "Voronweth, of course!" And with that she she heads off towards the Weyrlingmaster.

Blasted Desert Rock Brown Hatchling lays in the sand for a moment or two with a mighty annoyed expression on his face. A pitiful sort of wail comes from him as he pushes himself back to his feet and takes a few more steps forwards — briskly heading towards the much-depleted group of candidates. On the way though, he notices something….. a footprint! A rather large one of Vsonath's. He feels the need to stop and smell this, peering at it as though wondering where that came from.

B'relle offers a hankerchief to the crying Sireen as she leads her off the sands with Voronweth. "Let's get him some food."

Alexis nods to Sireen and then grins. "Congratulations!" She offers the girl's shoulder a pat then looks as the last egg hatches and a pretty brown emerges. "Ah, another brown!" Her eyes watch him to see where he is headed.

Sireen calls to Voronweth and he bounds to her side, slipping in behind her.

"Don't stop, come on." Sarcon seems to be impatient now. "Come over here and choose."

Perrie just jumps as the brown emerges from his egg, her favorite egg actually. With a deep inhalation of breath, she grasps at her robe and stands firm. But then the brown stops and examines at footprint of all things. Per's patience is waning especially with young Sarcon, "You know, you can't just order them around like that. It's not like they'll listen to you." she huffs a little bit, bristling at being in close proximity with the boy.

Alexis watches the last hatchling now, quiet since most of those she knew well on the sands are gone. Hearing Perrie and Sarcon she shakes her head, snickering a little. "No, you can't," she quietly agrees with Perrie, but her attention really remains on that brown, waiting for him to decide.

Blasted Desert Rock Brown Hatchling actually places one of his own so-very-much smaller feet into the print as though comparing sizes. He isn't that big now, but his expression plainly reads 'someday, I'll be like this!'. Either way, his exploration satisfied he lifts his head and begins to plod directly towards the candidates once again. All at once, he sits down some ten feet away and looks around for the space of thirty seconds or so. He might be the last one left, but he sure is taking his time. Tongue appears, licking some goo off of his face as he looks from one to the other and another. Finally he stops, and stares at one in particular for a moment. And then, as matter of fact as anything he rises to his feet and pushes his head into their chest with a contented croon.

Sarcon ignores the comment. "Your going to get him." Sarcon tell Perrie, making his prediction. Sarcon seems almost saddend.

With a triumphant cry it seems that the Blasted Desert Rock Brown Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!

Perrie looks at the little brown in front of her and just blinks a little bit, "What? huh? How? Your confusing me Dalthoth, one step at a time." she carefully looks around a bit, "Hey, he's hungry….." wait a second. How does Per know that. She blinks as she looks at the brown once more and nearly tackles him to the ground with a pouncing hug.

Alexis smiles as she sees the brown chose Perrie and nods, having figured that's probably who he would Impress to as well. Grinning, she says, "Congratulations," then glances up to the Galleries, grinning a little to those up there that she knows . Though she was left standing, she's not saddened really. After all, her friends Impressed and she's happy for them.

Ahti moves over towards Ahti with a bit of a smile, glancing over his shoulder at the galleries as well, before looking back to the clutchparents, and where the eggs were. "Ah well - Next time?"

As the last pair is led off the sands Weyrwoman Lisle steps forward looking over those left standing. She smiles to the small group in white , "That your lifemate was not on the sands today is only an indication that it is still waiting to be hatched. You are all welcome to remain at Ista as you have all proven yourselves here or escorts can be arranged to take you anywhere you so desire. There will be a party in the living cavern and you are of course welcome to come."

B'relle guides Perrie and Dalthoth off of the sands calling to the other weyrlings as she does. "Come on, we're going back to the barracks, there is more food their and since they will probably want to sleep as soon as they are full it'll be best."

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