June 7th 1997 - Saturday - Log c/o Tamra of SS ---- On the sands, Ryslth rumbles softly to the weyrleader. On the sands, T'lor steps aside from his bronze to salute S'ran. "Clear skies, sir." On the sands, AlphaBetiCally Dozing Egg shifts slightly, displaying a new page for perusal. On the sands, Jisanth thrummmssss louder, chest puffy out with pride. On the sands, T'lor covers up his ears and nods to his lifemate. "Yes, you will be a Daddy many many times over." On the sands, S'ran strides slowly onto the sands, nodding affably to T'lor. At the great queen's rumbling, he bows regally to her. "Today's the day, huh?" To T'lor, "Same to you." He walks to stand behind the cluch's sire's rider. "You ready for this?" On the sands, Ryslth looks over at her mate eyes whirling rapid blue then turns to regard the weyrleader, her thruming deepening a notch. On the sands, T'lor chuckles at S'ran as he drops his hands from his ears to catch his words. "I don't have to do any of the work, so sure." On the sands, Variant Opinion Egg shifts minutely in place. This way. No, this way. Fine, I won't go -either- way. On the sands, S'ran crosses his arms and nods. "Sensible. Myself, I was nervous over Narrath's first. Everyone since, too. For the life of me I don't know why. Janareth dotes on her eggs as much as she does, you know." On the sands, Jisanth croons at Ryslth as he grins, then shifts rather anxiously about on where he is on the sands, tail twitching behind him restlessly as he whuffles his rider. On the sands, Jalysa has arrived. On the sands, T'lor glances up at his lifemate's head. "Jisanth is the same way, though," he starts before looking over at S'ran. "I'm more nervous about the training after this... thirty-five weyrlings." His hands comes up to brush his hair back into rule as he chuckles. On the sands, Ryslth rumbles a greeting to the Wyrwoman, then shifts back to her thrummming, eyeing her mate curiously for a moment. On the sands, Jalysa steps quickly onto the sands and makes her way over to S'ran and T'lor only to peer around them. She flashes a smile up at Ryslth before sweeping a casual gaze over the clutch, "They' On the sands, Jalysa clears her throat from the lump that cut her sentence short, "They're beautiful eggs, Ryslth." She squeezes Sihaya's shoulder gently as she steps up next to her. On the sands, Jisanth thrummmsss softly, the rumble welling from deep inside his proud self, affectionately he rubs Ryslth with his neck, whirling eyes focused on the moving eggs. On the sands, S'ran nods, "Well. That's always a test. Almost as much as having three dozen heathen Candidates in the Weyr." He looks over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't overheard by those same candies, and spots Jalysa. To her: "Hi, love!" On the sands, T'lor beams at Sihaya with affection sparkling in his eyes for his weyrmate. "Oh yes, those candidates... some of them are already looking for work to do after they don't Impress." He shakes his head at this thought. "Though I hope ... does.." The name is snuffed out by a thrum of dragon throat. On the sands, Baby Bubbly Egg shrugs off a few grains of sand as it nestles deeper in the hollow. Don' wanna come out. Nooo. Go on without me. On the sands, Ryslth shifts her thrumming a tone deeper, giving her mate's neck a quick rub before standing on her rear legs and turning to watch the entrance closely. On the sands, Gem of Wit Egg tilts to one side, leaning against a neighbour, whispering conspiratorially. On the sands, S'ran glowers and mutters something about not having time to participate in the many betting pools this go-around, being so busy with other things. On the sands, T'lor got a good bag of marks on a few, mostly healers, but he's not biased at all. "Shells, it's hot." Obvious statement anyone? And he's wearing thicker padding than the poor candidates are. On the sands, Jisanth rises on strong hind legs also, he strains to see what his mate looks at, all the while the welcoming thrum continues. On the sands, AlphaBetiCally Dozing Egg shifts again, almost like it will fall over with a loud thump, it quivers and then is still, pages threaten to fluttter in the hot air. On the sands, Gamma arrives. On the sands, Horrifically Haunted Egg taps softy against its neighbor. Boo. On the sands, Desert Destiny Egg sits as still as a rock. On the sands, Pointedly Logical Egg shifts again, prodded by his illogical neighbour, patience is logical though this situation is very fascinating. On the sands, Earthy Roughcut Egg echos Desert Destiny and sits still as a rock too. It's had much more practice! On the sands, Shadowed Mystery Egg wobbles almost imperceptibly. On the sands, T'lor shifts from one hot foot to the other. On the sands, Alaera steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Tiana steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Sofiana steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Tachia steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Kayra steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Rowan steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Catiri steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Elijah steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Tigor steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Alea steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Malcolm steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Trelim steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Jihavia steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Calla has arrived. On the sands, Stubbornly Enduring Egg just sits there. Somehow, it draws attention to itself while seemingly doing nothing at all. On the sands, Alaera bows to the dragons in order before moving out of the way. On the sands, Sasha steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Tiana bows gravely to the weyrleaders, then to Jisanth, and finally, most profoundly, to Ryslth. On the sands, Lorren steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, T'lor smiles at the line emerging from the darkness of behind. He steps back toward the wall of his dragon, nestling in between his forepaws. On the sands, Sofiana hopples out. Owowowowow. Next time, wear sandals, dummy! She pauses in hippiy hop to bow to Ryslth and Jisanth, before wandering towards the sands, peering frantically for Trelim and Gamina. On the sands, Cyrina steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Gamina steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Jillian steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Zoe steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Delsi steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Chiani steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Fasulkad steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Zoe has connected. On the sands, Leaping spritely to her feet, Rowan rubs her hands together. What'd she miss? On the sands, Calla bows to the dragons, salutes the riders and joins Alaera out of the way. On the sands, Tachia bows to the dragons. Then he bows to Jisanth and Ryslth before taking a position. On the sands, Catiri grins nervously, bows to the dragons and their lifemates, and suddenly eeeps, chasing after Kayra. On the sands, Castille steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Caitlin steps lightly onto the sands. On the sands, Zoe has disconnected. On the sands, Lorren bows politely to Ryslth and Jisanth before moving over to where the other Candidates are grouped. On the sands, A tiny sprite ties weights to Rowan's eyelids, who promptly falls to the ground with a resounding *wump*. Siobhan arrives. On the sands, Jalysa takes a step back toward S'ran as the Candidates start to shuffle in. Reaching for his hand, she gives a gentle squeeze, whispering, "Here we go..." On the sands, Tiana steps lightly into her place in the semicircle, shifting from foot to foot already on the hot sands. On the sands, Alea licks her lips, this sand sure does dry 'em out quick, as she bows deeply to Ryslth and Jisanth and to the Weyrleaders. On the sands, Elijah bows to the dragons. Then he bows to Jisanth and Ryslth before taking a position by himself off to the side. On the sands, Kayra bows to the gold and bronzes, mommy and daddy dragons, before filing out in place on the sands. On the sands, Gamina bows to Ryslth gracefully before turning to bow the Weyrwoman and the bronze father with the rest of the riders along with the eggs. On the sands, Sasha bows to Ryslth and then to Jisanth, looking at he eggs in a new light. On the sands, Rhythm-n-Blues Egg wriggles. On the sands, Cyrina remembers to bow to the dragons respectfully, one hand behind her to keep her gown from flapping. On the sands, Trelim comes trumping out of the tunnel, glancing over at Sofiana, then Gamina, and biting his lip. On the sands, T'lor glances over at Sihaya to beam proudly. "Here we go, dearest." On the sands, Jillian starts to bow, but bumps into Chiani. "Oops." She moves over and tries again. A nice polite bow to Jis and Ryslth. On the sands, Delsi bows deeply to the dragons and their lifemates, shuffling into line, feet prancing away from the hot sands. On the sands, Chiani stumbles onto the burning sands her hand locked in Jills. She pauses as she lees the dragons gathered, remembering her manners she bows deeply to thye bronze and gold, dragging Jill down with her. On the sands, Tigor bows to wearleaders and dragons as he enters. On the sands, Caitlin salutes Jisanth and Rysalth and then nods to teh weyrleaders and steps to one side to finish herding candidates out. On the sands, Cautious steps carry ZOe onto the Sands as she shuffles after the other candidates. A slight smile curling at her lips, she executes a much-practiced bow, and falls into place. On the sands, Malcolm checks his feet, thinking he's left his sandals in the other room. Nope, hot sands. On the sands, World of Beauty Egg undulates lightly, then is still, serene in its place on the sands. On the sands, Castille bows to Ryslth, then Jisanth, mumbling a prayer to the First Egg and the First Dragon in their honour On the sands, Castille has disconnected. On the sands, Malcolm bows respectfully. On the sands, Jillian gets dragged down into a second bow and grins. Doubly respectful, she is. On the sands, Sofiana reaches for Gamina's hand, the other searching for Trelim's. "Here we go...." she murmurs, as feet move back and forth, hopping as feet are scorched. On the sands, Strongly Emotional Egg shifts in its hollow. On the sands, Jisanth rumbblessss at the Candidates. On the sands, Fasulkad bouncies in, and suddenly remembers: bow. Bow to the dragons. Goooood! *Bow!* *Bow!* You get the idea! Quickly then, he shuffles into his spot. On the sands, Trelim bows at the waist towards dragon, then sire, and bites his lip, and takes a deep breath, blinking as eggies start to wobble. On the sands, AlphaBetiCally Dozing Egg shifts, a page flutters over and a new one is presented for inspection, it turns, aren't I lovely. TIs colours glint in the sun, blinding and shifting. On the sands, Jihavia steps out onto the sands with only a slight bit of nervousness showing, she bows to Jisanth and Ryslth and then to T'lor and Sihaya, simleing to the two riders. On the sands, Rowan traipses onto the Sands, stuck between Zoe and Delsi. A quick bow bends her form in two, before she slips to her appointed spot: Delsi on the left; Zoe on the right. On the sands, Chiani she truns and bows to the riders, " My honores to you Jisanth, Ryslth, T'lor Sihaya." she stumbles along in Jill's wake, small feet trying to keep up with larger ones. On the sands, Elijah watches the eggs as his golden brown eye's seem to glint in the light. His fingers play with the cord of his belt. On the sands, Tigor bows to wearleaders and dragons as he enters. On the sands, E'nan has arrived. On the sands, Tachia stands quietly and just seems to fidget nervously. On the sands, S'ran smiles to himself as he watches the candidate's activity, a ritual nearly completely unchanged for who knows how long. It brings back memories of his own time in their spot... On the sands, Lorren inhales, exhales, with deliberate calmness as he watches the eggs twitch. On the sands, T'lor chuckles at Sihaya then nods at Gamma. On the sands, Flight of Fantasy Egg shifts in the sands, settling down with a blissful sigh. On the sands, Sofiana whispers, "They're moving." As is she, from side to side. Hands squeeze, before she looks to see which will crack first. On the sands, AlphaBetiCally Dozing Egg shudders as if not wanting to wait much longer, pages flutter, sands is shifted, and it rolls onto its side. On the sands, Sidhe continues her strut: over the Sands, to the gold and bronze, and everyone present -- she bows here -- then back over to the loose semi-circle of Candidates. Joy. On the sands, Ryslth looks the candidates over slowly, pausing to inspect each one individually before rumbling softly to them, encouraging them to move closer, her eyes going once more over her eggs as she shifts away slightly to wait for the inevitable. On the sands, Cyrina huddles in a group with some other healers, eyes are wide with amazement seeing the eggs move, her heart lurches and she swallows hard. On the sands, Kayra grins and reaches for Catiri's hand, squeezing and whispering, "Good luck" to her, as she stares at the moving eggs. On the sands, Tigor looks carfully around with wide eyes. On the sands, Alea skippity-skips around in her thin sandals, clumping up with a bunch of healer candies. "Ooh, lookit that one, looks like it's gonna be the first!" she cries, pointing at some random egg. On the sands, Trelim nods at Sofiana, murmuring back, "That they are." Fidgeting, he blinks as Flight of Fancy does the shuffle, and wonders, "Bet you that one cracks first." On the sands, AlphaBetiCally Dozing Egg trembles as pages flutter until large cracks snake through the grid. Unexpectedly, the pile of blocks explodes and shards scatter across the sands. Moon-touched Bastet Blue Hatchling uncurls and bats the last shards away impetuously and stares sleepily at his surroundings. On the sands, Teal sweeps hemhemet-like from his pointed muzzle over a finely shaped head and cascades down the serpentine arch of his neck: here papyrus-thin neckridges reflect a summer skylight from below, garnish a river of lapis flowing over his back to the long flexible tail, kinking at the end. Alabaster-smooth sides gleam cerulean, dusted with the shine of stars, over which lie delicate wingsails poised and bright with sapphire lustre under moons glow. His lithe set of bone and limb defines him, from the curious light of his whirling green eyes to the glint of his talons, silver crooks of honour. On the sands, Chiani doubletimes her steps, and advantage to pairing with a bigger person, her feet don't spend too much time in one spot....yet. On the sands, Jihavia moves over to the conjestion of healers and resumes her place next to Cy, she jumps as an egg clse to her wigges and takes a few steps back, locking on to Cyrina's hand and watching it, "Great Faranth." On the sands, Castille looks down one end to the next. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes to remember his love, and how she will always be there. His breath catches as the first egg split into a hatchling. He waits the silent moment. On the sands, Jillian squeaks! They're popping. She claps a hand over her mouth. On the sands, Alaera smiles as the first egg hatches, "Ahh a blue." On the sands, Cyrina gasps, grabbing Javi's hand. On the sands, Sofiana ums softly, "Wrong..." as ABC's crack to reveal teal blue. "Amazing," she breathes, as hippity-hopping continues, though not too far. On the sands, Malcolm looks for a group of StarCrafters to join, but notes he's the only one. On the sands, Delsi smiles slightly at the AlphaBetiCally Dozing Egg, as well as the others, hands squeezing Zoe's and Rowans, weight being shifted from foot to foot, hot grains of sands burning hot against her practically unprotected feet. Her eyes blink as a dragon hatchling emerges, wide with nervousness and excitement all at once. On the sands, Gamina glances around to her peers and back to the rocking eggs. She gasps softly at the first egg. On the sands, Variant Opinion Egg rocks from side to side. This way. No, this way. On the sands, Tigor watches with amazment as the first hatchling comes out of its shell. On the sands, T'lor winks at Gamina. "He's a lovely one," he comments on the first hatchling that joins the glitter of sands. On the sands, Jihavia eeps again and is again surprised, "It hatched!" said quietly, and as though it wasn't going to do that. On the sands, Ryslth rumbles softly to the newborn dragon On the sands, Sasha gulps. "He's so /big/!" she mumbles... On the sands, Trelim blinks and oh wells, "I was wrong..." He trails off and chuckles to himself, grinning, "Good thing we didn't bet..." He blinks, "Nice blue..." On the sands, Jisanth thrummmss loudly with delight, an affectionate twitch of his tail against Ryslth and he whuffles gently at his firstborn. On the sands, "A blue, Delsi!" comes Zoe's awe-filled murmur, jaw dropping with amasement as the first hatches. "A blue!" is repeated, and she squeezes Rowan's hand. On the sands, Fasulkad hops left, then hops right, peering around. Shards! One egg just blew up! .... Well, perhaps blowing up isn't exactly the correct term, but it opened up a blue! See the hopping around? That could easily be the heat of the sands or his nervousness. On the sands, Elijah blinks softly at the blue that comes out of the egg. He clenches and unclenches his fists in nervousness. On the sands, Chiani bumps into Jill. She stopped! Looking up she sees Jill's face and finally turns and faces the eggs, noticing for the first time the blue dragonet up On the sands, " He... he... hatched!'" Brillant deduction, now everyone can see why she was searched. On the sands, Delsi smiles at Zoe, "Yes, Zoe, A blue.." Eyes shine with amazement and wonder as she looks at the eggs and the dragon hatchling, things she has never seen before. On the sands, Tachia shuffles her feet as her sapphire eyes watch the cute little blue emerge from the egg. On the sands, Castille remember the blue he just left in the Caverns before being ushered here. He compares them and seems disappointed, "I always thought they were much biggr than that..." he ntoes with a frown to anyone listening. On the sands, Moon-touched Bastet Blue Hatchling pads gently away from the remains of his first home, impatiently batting away shards as they get in his way. He delicatly sniffs the air, muzzle raised as he inspects those around him with all his senses. On the sands, Calla smiles at the first hatchling, especially since it's a blue, just like her lifemate. On the sands, Sofiana waggles her brows, though attention is tightly fastened on newborn blue. A sneeze escapes unexpectedly, and she blinks in surprise. Hands slacken their grip, as she watches the blue move. On the sands, Sasha shifts over next to Elijah and huddles sort of near him, hoping for strength in numbers. On the sands, Gamina finally listens to what her feet are telling her. Burning is bad. She shuffles her feet back and forth trying to cool then, but doesn't let her gaze fall from the blue and the rest of the eggs. On the sands, Malcolm shuffles his feet after a failed attempt at finding a comfy place. On the sands, Flight of Fantasy Egg dances on the sands with grace, spinning sand from it like a whirlwind on a joy ride, then halting to a stop so severe that shards spray away from the wet form of Verbose Mammoth Brown Hatchling. On the sands, Verbose Mammoth Brown Hatchling On the sands, Frozen colors glint with the harshness of a winter wonderland; spiced with sienna and playfulness beneath his cool exterior. Shifting plates of icy power move beneath a carefully preserved exterior of walnut streaks. Night and day blend into the chill of sharp precision. His strength drips from his carefully etched wings, the spread a deep chocolate shade with swirls on the sails like brushed honey. Petrified oak bark encompasses his barrel chest, then deepens into the stately mahogany of his lean belly. A frosted pattern of speckled green and tan descends from his underside to wrap around his thick, sturdy tail. On the sands, Lorren blinks at the new hatchling. A blue. He watches it stumble across the sands, trying to guage its intent. On the sands, Tiana smiles, her eyes caught immediately, but she stays back, still rocking back and forth. On the sands, Tigor smiles at the Blue. On the sands, Jalysa tugs at S'ran arm and nudges him with a hip, "What a lovely blue..." She casts her gaze up at a watchful Narrath, who sits up high on the ledge dangling her head over its edge. On the sands, Caitlin shifts slightly, though her thick boots protect her feet more than the thin sandals teh candidates wear, she smiles as she watches the new dragonets. On the sands, Trelim notes with a grin, "Ok...he was second -- ooh, brown..." He turns and grins towards Sofi, then Gamina, and fidgets, wincing at the heat of the sands as they bake his feet. On the sands, Cyrina quickly lifts one of her feet with an ouch, then blinks, in awe she whispers, "Another...they are...beautiful..". On the sands, Tigor looks over as the Brown hatches and chuckles softly. On the sands, Alea gawps at blue, then brown, then back at blue, and again at brown. "Wow." On the sands, Sofiana welps, 'You weren't too off," she murmurs to Trelim, pointing to the remains of Flight. "There's a beautiful brown if I've ever seen one." Hippity-hop, hippity-hop, hop, hop. On the sands, Jihavia turns brilantly beaming amber eyes to Cy, her excitement and dazelment greatly aparent, "Were actually here, their hatching." she grins and looks out to the blue, the another brakes free, "A brown too!" her smile widens as she squeezes Cy's hand, the silk of her robe shifting every so slightly, ignoring her burning feet for now. On the sands, Chiani shuffles in place, trying to keep the heat of the sands at bay, she tugs at Jill's hand, " Look another one! a brown!" On the sands, Variant Opinion Egg rocks again, warring with itself. Want to hatch. No, I don't. Yes, I do. The egg slides across the sand, a bit nearer the candidates. On the sands, Tiana ohs, immediately caught by the brown, "Gamina, look... oh, he's incredible..." she whispers. On the sands, One of S'ran's arms snakes around Jalysa's waist and he draws her closer to him. Smiling, he spares a moment of hatching-watching to kiss her cheek. On the sands, Alaera leans on a nearby wall, watching the dragons emerge. On the sands, Verbose Mammoth Brown Hatchling shakes off sand from the sands that /dare/ cling to his hide, and oh what a lovely egg shard. His head turns to nuzzle at it while sitting in the splatter that was his home. On the sands, Elijah smiles softly at Sasha as the brown emerges from its shell, "Aren't the first two beautiful." His eyes are glued to the hatchlings. He has heard horror stories about the sands. On the sands, Ryslth croons a soft welcome to her new son, encouraging him to seek his mate. On the sands, Strongly Emotional Egg shifts, emotions moving over its shell. On the sands, Cyrina chuckles nervously at Javi, "Yes...yes, /finally!". On the sands, Jillian's words seem to remind Jil that she better move her feet. They're scalding..so she does a nifty little dance. Dance of the Burning Sands. On the sands, Kayra grins and oohs at the brown, sqeezing Catiri's hand and watching. On the sands, Sasha flinches as the next gg pops open, but she holds her chin up high, her long red-brown hair trailing behind her. On the sands, Chiani's words, rather. On the sands, Fasulkad continues bouncing around, and mutters, "Shards, another!" He just didn't expect those two to hatch in so short a time together. Now it's suspense. Bad suspense, bad! Fas cracks under extreme pressure! .... Well, okay, maybe not, but he figets a lot.... On the sands, Trelim nods his head, and grins, "Big one, isn't it?" He bites a lip and grins, "Nice color...wonder..." On the sands, Gamina smiles at the whisper as she peers at the brown with glowing cheeks and dancing eyes. On the sands, Moon-touched Bastet Blue Hatchling pauses for a moment and creels hungrily and sniffs again and then bounds to one side and sniffs a harper boy and then pads away in disgust, wrong scent indeed, how dare he mislead me. On the sands, Tachia wraps her arms around herself her eyes never leaving the beautiful young dragons. Her feet stamp slowly on the ground. On the sands, Brown to blue; blue to brown. Unable to train a gaze on one, Zoe's emerald orbs shift from one to the other -- "Brown," A smile, "Blue." And a random hop here and there. Sands are hot! On the sands, A tiny sprite ties weights to Rowan's eyelids, who promptly falls to the ground with a resounding *wump*. On the sands, Sasha nods at Elijah, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead. Although it's winter outside, it's just hot in here. On the sands, Leaping spritely to her feet, Rowan rubs her hands together. What'd she miss? On the sands, Castille rolls back onto his heels, irritation of pain shown only in slight contortion of his features that passes to open awe of the scene developing before him. On the sands, Lorren begins to shift his weight from one foot to the other, the heat from the sands seeping into his feet. He tilts his head at the brown, wondering what he's looking for. On the sands, Lobster hued soles move from side to side, as Sofiana peers. "Aye....no, I don't want to wonder." She glances up to the heights of the sand's crater, before looking to the dragonets. On the sands, Desert Destiny Egg still sits quietly, calmly as it hadn't an agenda at all. It will hatch when it hatches in it's own good time. At high noon. On the sands, Chiani rocks back and forth her won rythym carried away by Jill's larger steps, rock tippily one, rock tipple twon, " Jill? Could you take smaller steps please?" On the sands, Tigor starts to move from foot to foot as he watches the two baby dragons move around. On the sands, Pointedly Logical Egg rolls softly in its supporting sand, trying not to get involved in the fascinating events around, because the logical thign to do is wait until the proper time and let things take their course. On the sands, Jihavia lifts a foot almost unconchiously, she grins watching the little blue bound from one end of the semi circule to the other then back to the brown, "Is he just gonna sit there?" shes asks as she beigns to sweat, tucking a copper curl behind her ear. On the sands, Variant Opinion Egg's gyrations increase, then abruptly cease altogether. On the sands, Variant Opinion Egg vibrates due to unresolved disputes, the division between the two opposing sides causes the egg to cleave into two, a curtain parting to present the next scene of the play and. Egocentric Shakespeare Brown Hatchling steps forward on to the sands! On the sands, Egocentric Shakespeare Brown Hatchling On the sands, Cinnamon shadows dance over chest and soft throat, curving around the arched neck to form a feathery ruff. Chocolate clothes this elegant brown from shoulders to the pointed arrow tail. Widening nostrils on the tilt of his dainty mahogany muzzle flare while limpid green eyes with purple tinges inspect all with a languid gaze. His limbs sport nut brown tights, smooth and taught over the sleekness of his haunches and long limbs, aiding the nimbleness of his step. Wingsails flair with chestnut under Rukbat's light whenever they are spread for display. On the sands, Trelim grins, and points to Logical, "Hey, it's moving too -- " He trails off, catching glimpse of another dragonet, "Oh, look at the brown..." On the sands, Jillian nods to Chiani and mutters a "Sorry." On the sands, Verbose Mammoth Brown Hatchling's haunches lift up with a straing of effort. Logically he starts out on a straight path for some mischief mind he knows will go wonderfully with his. Some child with red hair gets in his way, to be pushed gently to the side... and on his trek goes. On the sands, Delsi sighs, looking from one hatchling to another. Toooooo many. Glancing over at her friends, she smiles to all, a weak smile, but a smile none the less.. On the sands, Sofiana squeeks. Though from the heat or the newest arrival is uncertain. On Trelim she tugs, murmuring, "Look....another.....and that first brown is moving....." On the sands, Thunk, thunk. Thunk, thunk. It's Alea's heart, you see, thudding and pounding as she gasps with wonder at each new hatchling. "Another brown!" she cries, clenching Cyrina's and Gami's hands ever tighter. On the sands, Moon-touched Bastet Blue Hatchling pads silently across the sands, his lithe form showing only a small amount of hatchling inelegance, his tail is held high, wouldn't want to trip over it would he. He begins to stalk another likly looking candidate, just the right smell, *sniff* *sniff*. On the sands, Jisanth whuffles softly after his sons, whirling eyes full of adoration and pride as he croons to encourage them to pick a mate. On the sands, Gamma shifts her gaze from T'lor to S'ran. How do the daddies do? Then her eyes catch the Bastet and she laughs. How wonderfully cute. And the second brown! How hauty! She whispers to Jal, "These are gorgeous!" On the sands, Rowan shifts nervously from foot to foot, glancing around at all the eggs. Left foot, right foot. She tries to keep a smile on... except it's /hot/. Her feet lift a little higher. On the sands, Gamina feels dizzy as she moves her head as quickly as she tries valiantly to keep up with all the motion between hippy hoppy moves of her feet. On the sands, Chiani tries to peer over the shells watching for who the beauriful ones seek for their life mate, and even as she does andother brown emergies, " Jill, did ya see? did ya, another brown." Jill probably sees a whole lot better, but Chiani can't stop babbling. On the sands, Sasha looks left and right, trying to keep track of all the babies. She wants to keep her wits about her and not get trampled from behind! On the sands, Alaera laughs, sending a silent throught to ORi. On the sands, Ryslth nods slowly to herself, thrumming another greeting as the next hatchling emerges. On the sands, Fasulkad's feet shuffle.... No, it's not a jig, it's the heat and the nervousness. "/Another/!" Will wonders never cease? Fas tries to watch all of the Hatchlings, but he just ain't got that many eyes.... On the sands, Catiri grins and watches the Mammoth brown's progress, murmuring nervous words to Kayra. On the sands, Tigor stops moving all to geather watching all with a look of wonder. "Look at them, thay are beuatiful." On the sands, Nose wrinkles as Sidhe looks from males, to males, to more males -- but no females. Sheesh. Little interest are these males to her, and she concentrates on a much more important task: trying to wink at the bronzeriders. Oh yeah. On the sands, Tiana blinks in total surprise. "Another brown," she murmurs... step, shift, step, shift. Her eyes sweep over the new hatchling with a sense of awe. On the sands, Sofiana watches Gamina, wondering through all the fuss, "Are you alright?" Body continues to sway, as she tears her eyes from the moving dragonets to fellow candidate. On the sands, T'lor is doing fine... even if his hands are shaking. On the sands, Egocentric Shakespeare Brown Hatchling pauses amidst the scattered pieces of his former home, striking an ever-so-dignified pose. Oversized hatchling wings spread a bit to dry as he solemnly considers the mass of people assembled upon the sands for -his- purview. On the sands, Jillian nods, not looking at Chiani, "Indeed. They're wonderful." On the sands, Elijah looks up as the second brown emerges from its shell. His breath catches as he can't decide which one to watch. His gaze shifts back and forth quickly. On the sands, A haughty brown explodes from an egg, and immediately homes in on a nervous-looking Harper apprentice who was so disdainfully passed over earlier. On the sands, Delsi grins at the Bastet, and nearly laughs, feeting continuing to shift restlessly, eyes shifting about the large area. On the sands, Baby Bubbly Egg scootches its way out from behind a bigger egg and rolls onto its side. A single crack spills innocently across the shell and splits into before becoming hidden behind a small lump of sand. On the sands, Lorren tries to look in all directions at once. It seems like there are hatchlings everywhere. On the sands, Stalking his prey, Moon-touched Bastet Blue Hatchling suddenly trips over his tail and tumbles head over heels toward the group he's been eyeing, trapping his perfect mate between sharpened claws. Mine! Pitiful mews turn to joyful entreaty as he delicately nuzzles Delsi and then blinks nonchalantly to the others about, his sinuous body stretching regally to a less compromised and upright position in rumblepurrs. He meant to do that all along. On the sands, Castille begins to feel the pain of the heat and begins to acclimate to it, this feet staying it until he can no longer ear it, then the other just until h wishes it gone. Then more. Eyes dart from this egg to the next, two browns and a blue so far. On the sands, Malcolm looks carefully at his feet, feeling something crawl across them. "Odd, these sands." He looks over at Delsi and smiles warmly. On the sands, Chiani tugs at the hand clenched so tightly in hers, " Look the blue, Delsi! Do ya think?" On the sands, Calla grins at the Candidates and is so glad she's wearing thick boots..yes she remembers how hot those sands are. On the sands, Sasha gasps, to see Delsi suddenly impress the blue! "Oh Dels!!" On the sands, Delsi falls, hugging the hatchling, arms circling his neck. "His name is Zekith!" she calls out. On the sands, As face twists into a look of complete concentration, Zoe's feet perform the traditional dance: they shift upwards, they shift downwards,. "Hot," is murmured, before she blinks. "Delsi -- that blue's lookin' at you." Observant, no? On the sands, Gamina smiles as she smiles at her friend. She calls out her congratulations, but is probably lost in the choas and noise of the hatchlings. On the sands, Cyrina suddenly remembers herself to breathe, she was so spellbound she forgot, "Con....Congrats...Delsi!", small hand clap with excitement for her fellow candidate. On the sands, Alaera smiles, remembering her own impression,"Welcome Delsi, whats his name?" On the sands, Ryslth rumbles soft approval as her son finds his lifemate. Janus smiles as he watched the impression take place. On the sands, Tachia watches the dragons then cracks a smile as the blue seems to trap Delsi. He hands unconciously run over her arms as if she is cold but the sweat on her brow tells different. On the sands, Lorren grins over at Delsi. "Congrats!" he calls, not sure she hears him. On the sands, Caitlin smiles as teh firstimpression takes palce and blinks slightly, its teh heat. On the sands, Jihavia bounces and point Delsi way, "Look! A blue!" her excitement at the first impression is seeable... it that a wrod? On the sands, Tigor smiles over as he watches Delsi and the blue. On the sands, Trelim blinks and grins at Delsi, murmuring a congratulations before glancing back towards the other dragonets. On the sands, Rowan grins, trying not to step on her robe or somebody else's robe... how embarassing it would be to fall right now. She glances over to Delsi. Like that, in fact. "Woo, Delsi!" On the sands, Sofiana cheers, wiggling her hand from Trelim's to cup her mouth, yelling, "Delsi, congrats!" Hand takes up it's former residence, as she glances to Gamina again. A nod follows, and she smiles. On the sands, Jillian winces. She's more worried about the little blue clawing Delsi. She didn't bring her healer bag... On the sands, Verbose Mammoth Brown Hatchling continues his unerring path, voyaging through the line of women for copper. Copper in the sea of heat, which he doesn't prefer no. Give him the chill of winter outside. Feet pad through the sand, shifting till... Head cranes up to a lovely copper-headed young lady. On the sands, Jisanth rumblechuckles watching his children. @gag coriianna You are now gagging Baxter (#5340), Paska (#3302), Kevn (#5145), Ipkan (#5387), Shea (#5388), and Coriianna (#4318). On the sands, The chill of his frozen exterior seems to melt, first in subtle shifts and then running in torrents, as the warmth of whirlling eyes meet with his beloved. Forcing the others to recoil from his piercing gaze, Jihavia catchs Verbose Mammoth Brown Hatchling by the eyes and never releases his wonderous hold. On the sands, Egocentric Shakespeare Brown Hatchling steps out, surveying the candidates in a dignified manner...then immediately steps on the edge of one wing and goes muzzle-first into the sands. That -definitely- wasn't the intended effect. On the sands, Chiani grins and yelps, " It is, Congratulations Delsi!" He r smaller form has impitace and manages to tug Jill a step of two before she is halted again and begins the sands tow step anew. On the sands, Castille smiles stupidly, more of a grin, but less of a smile, and says in a voice just thick with excitement, "ongradulations!" wondrful tone filling his lungs as his mother had once taught him. Forever ment to be a harper, always wedded to the weaver. On the sands, Flits come in a plug a C in that 'Congrats' On the sands, Gamina shifts her feet as she calls out more congratulations to her fellow healer. She wipes the breads of sweat off her brow as she turns her gaze back to the eggs. On the sands, Tiana pushes back a strand of warm blonde hair from her cheek, where it is plastered damply, and smiles as the first impressions are made. A laugh escapes as the rather dignified brown takes a tumble. "Pride goeth..." she mutters between chuckles. On the sands, Baby Bubbly Egg bumps comically into the side of another egg, sending a webwork of cracks spilling across the surface of its shell. A single talon pokes through and wiggles to the crowd. On the sands, Alea merely gawps at first one impression then another. "Javi! He's beautiful, what's his name?" she babbles in the ear of her fellow healer. On the sands, Fasulkad bouncies. "Oh, ow! Ah, shardin' sands'r too hot!" He peers around as people start yelling congrats, and adds one as he sees Delsi. "Go Dels!" Hey, that reminds him, he gotta' find out what that Mr. Hermit thingy was about. Hrm.... Hey! Another person to impress.... Hey.... Ain't that.... Yeah! Think it is! "Congrats!" Can't go wrong there. On the sands, "Zekith!" Admiration sweeps over Zoe's cherry red features, a smile dominating her face. "Congratulations, Delsi!" she manages to mutters softly, then steps towards Rowan -- howdy partner. "Is that Jihavia witht hat brown?" is murmured to the candidate. On the sands, Baby Bubbly Egg shatters on the bottom, and then halts, greeing her legs, tail and wings, but not her head. Stomping furiously and flapping her wings does the hatchling no good. However, vigorously shaking her head, Lacy Victorian Green Hatchling tosses the other half away, revealing all her glory. On the sands, Lacy Victorian Green Hatchling On the sands, Muted green cascades across frothy sea-foam, slim through all but chest and haunches. Strong, supple apple-green hues the cape of her wings, delivate and crispy defined; embroidered filigrees twist along the length of her wingspars and withers, cool jade over salty sage. Classic features define her surprising tall frame, from the dappled sunlight at the hollow of a leafy throat to the oaken moss that trails, serenely unfettered, along the length of her lashing tail in defiant rebellion of whatever ladylike mein she might otherwise present. On the sands, Cyrina feels tears start to course down her cheeks, her little apprentice, now has been chosen by a brown, "JAVI!", heart welling up with happiness for her. On the sands, Caitlin pushes off from the wall she is leaning against and wanders over to Delsi "Zekith, what a beautiful name." She smiles at Delsi "You want to follow me to teh side, much more comfortable there and out of the way?" She smiles at the blue again "Welcome Zekith" On the sands, Tigor looks around trying to see all the baby dragons at once with a smile on his face. On the sands, Chiani jumps up and down, and happily finds that this also helps keep feet cool, " did ya see? another! Yea Javi!" On the sands, Sofiana cheers for Jihavia....did she? Didn't she? Fingers squeeze tightly, before popping catches her attention. "A green!" she murmurs, as she takes a step back. On the sands, Delsi walks over to the side, smiling from ear to ear, just about, arm draped over the blue's neck. On the sands, Malcolm looks at the green, "You're a pretty one." On the sands, Jihavia falls to her knees as she is happily traped by the browns whirling eyes, her own amber jewls brimming with joyful tears, "Yes, we'll get you food and oil right away Pralanth!" On the sands, Kayra aahhhs, enthralled and grinning at the green, squeezing Catiri's hand harder. Ouch. "She's /pretty/." she whispers. On the sands, Tiana nudges Tigor, "Look at her, isn't she gorgeous?" On the sands, Elijah watches the dragons emerge as he rumbles out a loud, "Congrats." On the sands, Trelim blinks and peers at the green, and smiles a moment, blinking, "Hey, isn't she a pretty one." On the sands, Alaera smiles as Delsi comes over to the Side,"congrats, we'll get you guys osme food as soon as its over." On the sands, Rowan looks at Delsi there, at the Baby Bubbly eggie... eek. Baby Bubbly eggie? Where'd it go? Oooh. Green. "Erm..." She squints. "Erm... yah?" She glues her eyes to the green again. On the sands, Jillian nodnods. She saw. Her eyes move so quickly that nothing can get by her. It's as if they're participating in her wild hot stands dance. On the sands, Ryslth greets her new green daughter with a soft croon watching her emerge. On the sands, Tigor smiels over to Tiana "She sure is." On the sands, Calla calls out a congrats to Delsi and a welcome to the world of Blue riders..then to Jihavia, "A wonderful name." On the sands, T'lor sighs contently. "Wonderful, we may have more dragonhealers." He glances over at Sihaya. "How could we expect less?" On the sands, Pointedly Logical Egg shudders again at the illogical motions of his neighbours, he tries to shift away to be out of the way and hten his sides tremble again as if not wanting to be logical anymoer but out there enjoying the party. On the sands, Sasha sighs, looking at the brilliant color of the green. "Oh look at her Elij!" On the sands, Egocentric Shakespeare Brown Hatchling drags himself up, shaking the clinging sand particles from his muzzle and stepping out again, carefully this time. *sniff, sniff* No. You? No. He stalks onward, wingtips trailing in the sand behind him. Wait...is that it? On the sands, Sofiana nods, hair clinging tenatatiously to scalp, beads of perspiration dropping down to pool at her chin. Droplets fall, as she leans back on her heels. On the sands, Caitlin follows Delsi back to teh shade of the walls. On the sands, Castille lets his eyes watch over her again. "She's vertainly something..." he says softly. On the sands, Chiani continues to bounce tgging poor Jill's arm up and down, He face is flushed, but wheter it's from excitement, heat or exercise in the heat is impossible to tell, " A green!" Blurts out between pants. On the sands, Hard Harlequin Egg wobbles, and begins to show signs of cracking. On the sands, Tachia watches the green emerge with a soft, "Ohh." Her hands stop on her arms as she watches. On the sands, Jihavia twc Pralanth! On the sands, Jisanth croons softly to the baby green, sounding so much like a proud Papa, tail caresses Ryslth's side as though to say, we did good. On the sands, Jihavia oops On the sands, Hard Harlequin Egg slowly gains cracks, cascading down it, and dissapates to fall like a broken mirror. Social Butterfly Green Hatchling sashays out, diplaying to the best advantage her many charms, casting the barest of glances at her surroundings. Delicate spring-green head turns to glance at her dam, her positioning implying the question: Excuse me, Mother, but /where/ is the party? On the sands, Social Butterfly Green Hatchling On the sands, Tasteful forest, enhanced by emerald and peridot, colors a body both long and lithe, the narrow breadth of her chest mottled with a fan of murky malachite. Golden-green veils her head, trailing into palest spring as it sheaths the length of her elegant neck; touches of lime and apple glint, unrestrained, along the frilled cloak of her wings, and the slender points of sloping shoulders. Coy invitation swirls in her glance, promises and plotlets alike, while the sweeping cloak of a bay-leaf tail gives fended adulation, caught in the thrall of tradition's constrained hand. On the sands, Kayra's feet move back and forth, in a vain attempt to keep cool, watching quietly. On the sands, Fasulkad just can't stop bouncing. See? He's trying, glacing around as best he can to see things... Oh, heyla, a green! First green to pop out, ain't she? .... *Szzzzzz* "Oh, /OW/!" Shoulda' made the soles a bit thicker. Now he goes back to dancing.around. On the sands, Alea barely sees the emergence of the green, and scoots about to see. "Ooh! Another one!" On the sands, Ryslth glances over at her mate for a brief moment with an expression of pride On the sands, Malcolm shakes his head looking about as the eggs continue to pop. On the sands, Cyrina moves forward quickly to join Chiani and Jillian, wiping her happy tears for Javi from her face, with amazed and thrilled excitment she watches the eggs and hatchlings. On the sands, Strongly Emotional Egg stills its movements, the time is not right yet -- soon though, soon it must emerge. On the sands, Castille grins widely, "A second green!" he announces, "They stay in groups while hatching?" he asks, amused. On the sands, Elijah nods slowly as he looks over at Sasha, "Yes they are. They are gorgeous." He looks back up at the dragons. On the sands, Gamina glows with all the excitement and swings her head around to see where all the greens are going. A spark of hope crosses her face as her feet does the tap dancing movements. On the sands, Jihavia proudly leads Pralanth over to the side, eyes searching for that bucket of food On the sands, Tigor watches every dragon with awe and how his fellow candies are doing. On the sands, Lacy Victorian Green Hatchling gathers herself up from the shards, flicking them disgusted away from her much too lovely form with a single talon. Filthy little things. Whirling eyes scope out the sands as alight upon a single group of candidates. Now /that/ looks interesting. On the sands, Sasha pokes Lorren in the side, too. "Oh, and another!" she says, looking as if she really wants her sketchpad to draw all of this... On the sands, Egocentric Shakespeare Brown Hatchling strides onward, beginning to pick up speed as -she- comes into view. That one. There. The tall one. Yes. A brief pause to disentangle a claw from a wingtip, and he moves onward. On the sands, Kayra mmmms and watches, silently approving dragonets, eyes lingering just a second longer on the greens. On the sands, OoooOOOooh. 'Nother greenie. Rowan nudges Zoe gently. "They're both so /pretty/, aren't they?" And more eggs rocking... lots and lots and lots. And lots of people, too. A soft eep as she steps on somebody's toe. "Sorry." On the sands, Lorren smiles at the now two beautiful greens stumbling around on the sands. On the sands, Jillian offers her non-tortured hand, the one Chiani isn't jerking around, to Cyrina. On the sands, "Another green." Simply stated, Sofiana wails, as she moves back and forth on her feet. Owowo.....eep. She rocks too far back, and nearly falls, catching herself at the last movment. B'len has connected. On the sands, Pointedly Logical Egg quivers, as common sense and nonsense collide causing confusion and then point after point is unceremoniously deposed of til shards lie all around Bushranger Bunyip Blue Hatchling as he stares blinking around him at everyone and everything. On the sands, Bushranger Bunyip Blue Hatchling On the sands, His well-set teal eyes dance with roguish wit, hidden beneath bushy eyeridges that rise to a helmet of dark blue: here neckridges vault ebon tipped down his neck to an ocean of dark sapphire that laps in cerulean-lined waves over back and sleek sides and dribble in rivulets to his long, handsome tail. In the rippling of his turquoise wings, light battles dark with a rage of illusive colour that fades to a cobalt-encased barrelled chest. A bellowing call rests within, nurtured as he waits in aboriginal patience for the mate who will make him whole. On the sands, Social Butterfly Green Hatchling unfurls her wings, spreading them proudly wide. Then she flutters them, showing off their beauty for all who care to see. A beauty she is, indeed. On the sands, Chiani reaches out and grabs for Cyrina's hand her bouncing slowing, " Try bouncing, it works." She informs practically. Not cause of excitemnnt, practical reasons. On the sands, Trelim bites his lip, and blinks, prodding Sofiana in the arm, "Look.../another/ green...isn't that one pretty, too?" On the sands, Haughty in his chin-tight folds of neck, held erect and piquant as the stage actor's facade, Egocentric Shakespeare Brown Hatchling graces the chorus of candidates before him with a lofty glance and snuffy sniff. Is anyone suitable to be his starring lady? But stay! What light through yonder stack of candies breaks? It is the East and Kayra is the sun. Arise fair Kayra and ignore the envious moon, which is already sick and pale with grief. On the sands, Tiana manages to finally work the hair OUT of her mouth, and grins, already tired, as more eggs hatch, jeweltoned dragonets scattered over the sands like so many adornments. On the sands, Cyrina gives Jillian a nervous smile and squeezes both healers hands, taking Chiani's advise she does bounce, ouch, hot feet, but WOW, another beautiful blue hatchling. On the sands, Tigor smiles as another egg hatched. "Look at the new one." On the sands, Delsi smiles at Alaera, giving all near her, except for those on the sands, a quick hug before returning to Zekith. On the sands, Ryslth rumbles another quiet encouragement to her newborn children, telling them to seek the one for them. On the sands, "Two greens!" Zoe exclaims, an elbow nudging Fasulkad's side. "And a brown," is murmured next as a dirt-covered dragonet passes by. And Rowan is flashed a smile, admiration flooding her green-hued gaze as it sweps the Sands. "All are lovely!" On the sands, Gamina hugs and grabs the closest hand by her and points. "Look!" She bounces with joy and trying to relieve her feet. On the sands, Tachia grins over at Kayra and mouths, "Congrats." Not that she will notice. He chuckles and loks back to the hatchling around. On the sands, Sofiana blinks, missing the popping of Logical. "Hey....isn't there an egg miss....oh." She stops, coughing as she glances to the newest blue, and Kayra? "Congraaaats!" On the sands, Earthy Roughcut Egg echos a tap tap tapping from inside, its captive spelunker looking for weak spots to emerge from. On the sands, Chiani grins at Cyrina, panting madly, " See-ee-ee." On the sands, Technical Manual Egg clacks against another egg. On the sands, Caitlin strides forward and then catches himself as he almost trips and stands and flicks off some egg goo and shards still sticking to his strong form. He looks around at all the possibilites around him, slightly lost at which direction to choose first. On the sands, Fasulkad bouncies. Left, right, left, right, left, left, gain back balance, right. Annoyed mumbling comes from Fas. "Shardin' sand, cool off! Hey!" He turns and sees Zoe, "Oh, sorry, thought someone was tryina' -- ow! -- push me off-balance!" Like he needs any help. On the sands, Cyrina laughs a rather strained laugh and nods, "yes, yes...", blue eyes trying to take it everything at once. On the sands, Tigor taps Tiana "Have you see so many beautiful things?" and watches with amazement. On the sands, Malcolm looks over at the odd bouncing egg. On the sands, Trelim nods his head, and then lets head tilt towards Technical Manual, and blinks, "Congrats..." He chuckles softly, then blinks back towards the two greens. "Aren't they nice...?" On the sands, Castille ponders sitting off to the edges to cool his feet as he slowly feels the warmth suffocate against his knees. His skin red, he watches with all the good cheer he might ever have in his life, clapping when one candidate or another is dragged off to the lil hole-in-the wall weyrs for life. On the sands, Lacy Victorian Green Hatchling skirst around the edge of the group, poking at toes and nipping at robes. Not right. Not right. Just /not/ right. Something catches her attention near the end... aqua-marine. On the sands, Elijah hmmms softly and starts as the egg he watched forever moves slightly. His mind races as he watches the black marks on it jump. He licks his lips slowly as his watches. Suddenly he looks around for the hatchlings wouldn't do to get run over. On the sands, Rowan goes back to her left foot-right foot work... the Candidate shuffle in all its glory. But like she cares? Her eyes are glued on the hatchlings, from green to green to brown to... except she doesn't have that many eyes, which leads to a minor problem. "Yup. All gorgeous..." On the sands, Tiana shakes her head at Tigor, her eyes bright. "Gorgeous." On the sands, Haughty in his chin-tight folds of neck, held erect and piquant as the stage actor's facade, Egocentric Shakespeare Brown Hatchling graces the chorus of candidates before him with a lofty glance and snuffy sniff. Is anyone suitable to be his starring lady? But stay! What light through yonder stack of candies breaks? It is the East and Kayra is the sun. Arise fair Kayra and ignore the envious moon, which is already sick and pale with grief. On the sands, Sasha steps to the side, dodging a stumbling blue dragon. On the sands, Sofiana nods, as an egg shell skitters by her feet. Hmm. She tests, putting one foot on it, then another, before she goes to rock back and forth, feet on shell, to cool them. Hey, this works. "Aye, goregous," she murmurs. On the sands, Chiani begins to slow in her bouncing, it may keep the feet cool, but the rest of her is burning up. Tiring she goes back to the ol two step attemting to lead the other so that they look like a wind up toy.... a half wound wind up toy. On the sands, Bushranger Bunyip Blue Hatchling glaces around, so many opportunities, so many options, he moves his head from side to side, stuck in which way to go. He strides forward and noses a pice of shard and then flicks it away, no not that. he steps forward again, dodging between two candidates. On the sands, Haughty in his chin-tight folds of neck, held erect and piquant as the stage actor's facade, Egocentric Shakespeare Brown Hatchling graces the chorus of candidates before him with a lofty glance and snuffy sniff. Is anyone suitable to be his starring lady? But stay! What light through yonder stack of candies breaks? It is the East and Kayra is the sun. Arise fair Kayra and ignore the envious moon, which is already sick and pale with grief. On the sands, Another peer, "Oh, two greens," before Sidhe goes back to eyeing those bronzeriders, and glaring. Glaring's good, too. Gets more attention that way. Feet rising in that Sidhe-strut, the candidate watches, and watches, and watches. On the sands, Tigor stands almost still as he watches all that is going on. His feet may hurt but he is too AWE stricken to notice. On the sands, Cyrina stumbles forward, fortunately she has a hold on Chiani and Jillian's hands, bouncing a bit too much perhaps, a rip sound and the surgical thread on the back of her gown tears at the fabric, who would hear though with all this noise, somewhat breezy though, "Awwwww, they are /all/ so..so beautiful", she whispers. On the sands, Heel, toe, heel, toe, Alea remembers vaguely how to dance. Not. At least she doesn't fall. Though she does have to dodge to evade a stumbling green. On the sands, Tachia holds still as a blue moves by her. She looks and watches all that goes on around her. He feet shift in place as they start to heat up. On the sands, Trelim blinks, peering at the dodging blue, then the greens, and says towards Sofiana, "Wonder who they're for?" He grins at Sidhe's glare, and then glances towards Gamina, then Castille and the others. And does the dance, of course. Foot and foot and foot... On the sands, Social Butterfly Green Hatchling stops showing off...time to get down to the serious business of finding a lifemate. This she does suddenly, and with urgency. She steps fully out of her eggshell and homes in on a group of girls, and begins sniffing at them, one by one. On the sands, If Jillian can hear the whisper, she can hear the rip. She tries so hard not to laugh. It comes across as an odd smirk. "Uh huh." On the sands, Ryslth continues to croon encouragement to her young, urging them to find the one for them. On the sands, Sofiana shakes her head, as she murmurs, "No clue." For the moment, eggshell cools feet, as she rocks back and forth on the delicate surface. Crack, crack.....oops. The shell breaks, and she's back on scorching sands. On the sands, Another green pops out of a blueish egg, motoring across the sands to the healer group until she stands right in front of Elabola. Dragon eyes stare into human, and E'bola drops to the sands and calls out, "Oh, Viruth!" with a tear running down her cheek. On the sands, Chiani marches in time to the sands watching as the blue and greens pass her and her partners by, she strains to see who they go to. On the sands, Trelim peers at Social near the girls, and chuckles, pointing, "Look..there she goes...there..." On the sands, Jisanth crooons deeply to the hatchlings, encouraging them to find a lifemate, he nuzzles T'lor momentarily hoping his children will find such a wonderful mate as he did. On the sands, T'lor looks up at his lifemate and grins. On the sands, Elijah looks over at Cyrina wondering how she is doing during this whole thing. He catches a site he has seen before. He turns his eyes with a grin. Oh that has to be embarassing. On the sands, Bushranger Bunyip Blue Hatchling's tail swishes across sand and threatens to trip him but he continues striding forward, though it isn't very elegant but he is trying and he dodges between a harper and a starsmith in search for the one. On the sands, Castille claps the impresson, "Congrats!" he calls out to E'bola. On the sands, Sofiana peers, seeing, then nodding quickly, Hop, ow, hop, ow. Feet dare the sands, scooping a heap upon dangerous egg shards. On the sands, Tiana pulls her now-damp robes away from herself irritatedly, as they stick to her legs. But her attention is clearly not on the discomfort. Eyes cannot be pulled away from the frantic scene unfolding, oh, no! On the sands, Alea tries honestly, honestly, very hard not to laugh at Cyrina's heiny, and manages to stifle giggles with shouts of congratulations for E'bola. Another healer! On the sands, Malcolm looks at E'bola "Congrats!" On the sands, Rowan shifts back and forth... Elabola? Ooh! She manages a bit of polite applause. "Congratulations!" On the sands, Fasulkad grumbles, "Coulda' given us some better warning 'bout the sands, I ain't wanna' get my feet burnt off me!" Too late. But anyway. He goes back to trying to see what's going on everywhere. Though he has an extremely hard time of it. On the sands, Gamina wrings her hands as she smiles and observes with vtols bounce around in her stomach. On the sands, "Kayra?" Surprise echos throughout Zoe's words as she peers curiously at fellow candidate. That is a brown near Kayra, right? Elbow seeks, elbow nudges -- Fasulkad on one side, then other elbow nudges Rowan, and she murmurs: "Is that a brown near Kayra?" to both. On the sands, Chiani grins at E'bola and raises a thumb up, " Way to go!" On the sands, Kayra grins, finally, hugging the brown in front of her, and manages to stammer. "T-Tryth?!" On the sands, Sasha pushes her hair hair back behind her shoulders, way too warm. Her voice is taken away from her as she watches pair after pair impress, but she stands solid, only shifteing slightly to keep her feet from burning. On the sands, Lacy Victorian Green Hatchling stops in her tracks and tilts her head with bemusement. He's right there. Right in front of her. She knows it's him. Her tail winds its way around her haunches as she settles back on the sands. She likes blonds. Will he like her? On the sands, Rowan elbows back. "Careful with that thing." A peer over Kayra-wards. "A-yup!" On the sands, Technical Manual Egg languidly, but with intelligent purpose, pops its top, a perfect circle for the dragonet to peek out from. Then another crackling of precision, and the instructions are done, Suave Cortez Brown Hatchling is free! On the sands, Suave Cortez Brown Hatchling On the sands, Embers in a midnight campfire stain his neck and back ridged, flickering into a silent definition of his proud sails and delicately arched spars. Ashes from the banked flames mingle with charred dirt in smudged shadows about his full belly. Faceted jewels with in a gold-kissed head tilts in a sweeping inspection; royalty posed on a lithe and limber arching neck. Long and lanky, his body ripples down to full flame-kissed haunches that promise to broaden with age. Brushed golden dust settles on weathered oak, again in the full caress of rukbat's glory down his back. The colors pour into an even umber blend about is tail that curls to the left side, the heat radiating from him in prideful delight. On the sands, Cyrina notices several folks looking her way, she just grins widely, not nervous at all see?, through she quirks a brow feeling a breeze behind her, continuing her hot footed dance, robe swaying open and closed, heart beating faster with nervousness seeing the hatchlings hatch and search for lifemates. On the sands, Delsi cheers for E'bola, clapping, though eyes stay on Zoe, Rowan, and Fas, all at once, flashing back and forth.. Though she cheers for all, her loudest are being saved.. On the sands, Castille wore loose ones for just this reason. He settles into the sands, digginer toes in to get the full effect. The feeling of flesh burning off is too much and he pulls them out, resting on the now surprisingly cool surface. He watches the Victorian green as she edges slowly down the semi-circle. On the sands, "You go..." Trel grins over at E'bola, then glances towards Kayra again, and whispers to Sofiana, "There she went..." On the sands, T'lor raises his brow as he watches Cyrina. Like Mentor like mentee, it seems. On the sands, Caitlin smiles as she watches happily "Kayra, E'bola" She pauses and watches again happily. On the sands, Sofiana nods, a bit of a smile escaping, as she leans back on her heels. Owowowow......wince. She hops, almost ending up on Trelim, before she manages to move away. On the sands, Lorren takes a step back at the appearance of the brown, almost bumping into Sasha. "Sorry about that," he mutters. On the sands, Tigor starts to rock on he feet as he turns this way and that watching all the people and dragons. On the sands, Chiani point to the brown that just hatched, " Look that brwon that just hatched, he's gorgeous!" On the sands, Elijah eyes pop open as he watches his favorite egg shatter to pieces. He blinks softly at the brown that emerges as he stands the looking. He gaze wanders over him. Now there is a cute guy to say the least. On the sands, Tryth nudges Kayra, and she urges him over, off the sands and to the food. On the sands, Lacy Victorian Green Hatchling tosses her head indignantly in the air. Fine. If he will not look at me... I'll have to get up real close then. Pulling herself up on her feet...she advance towards Castille. On the sands, Sasha makes a quiet little 'eeping' noise, and steps to the side, letting Lorren stand next to her. On the sands, Earthy Roughcut Egg tap tap tap's some more, rhymical and unhurried. A claw pierces through the side, wiggles, withdrawls. On the sands, Social Butterfly Green Hatchling continues her quest, becoming more urgent now. She feels she is near The One...but just can't sort her out of the crowd! On the sands, Jillian drops Cyrina and Chiani's hands for long enough to wipe her own sweaty palms on her gown. "look at his coloring!" On the sands, Lacy Victorian Green Hatchling hops, skips and dances over to Castille to surreptitously taking his measure. Checklist! Handsome, good sense of fun, not bound by tradition... Fits the bill, he's MINE. She curtesies, falls at his feet, and looks up pleadingly; a ploy she's never used before, and never will again. Helpless she's definitely not." On the sands, Sofiana lets out a whooosh of air, as she glances over to the what's left of the ripped manual. "Another brown....magnificant...." she murmurs, before cheering, "Castille! Congrats!" On the sands, Malcolm looks over at the brown. "Quite handsome" On the sands, Ryslth again greets her new young, her croons calling quiet encouragement to them in the process of finding their mates. On the sands, Strongly Emotional Egg sooths its heated shell, not just yet, the time must be right, patience. On the sands, Bushranger Bunyip Blue Hatchling stalks and skulks as he wanders the sands, looking and inspecting each and every candidate he comes across but none have that special quality or anything that he coverts so he continues on his hunt and inspection, patient as always, he knows he will fidn her eventually. On the sands, Chiani nods and watches the newest hatchling closely, " He's a beauty, but they all are!" On the sands, Rowan keeps an eye on the social butterfly. "Which way is she /going/ Zoe? Can't see..." On the sands, Tiana's eyes shoot immediately to the latest hatchling, her heart beating a little in surprise at how nearby he is. "Oh... " On the sands, Alea cranes her neck about, trying to see. "Ooh! Castille!" Didn't she do his physical? On the sands, Alaera waves the newly impressed over with the others. On the sands, Cyrina watches the little green with a soft laugh, "Awwww, how adorable, Congrats...", she starts to say 'castille', then the whirl of activity about her takes her attention away. On the sands, Trelim nodnods at Sofiana, and grins, waving a hand towards Castille, calling out, "'grats" in the midst of everyone else's. You can now see color. On the sands, Gamina softly ohs at the impressions around her and quietly speaks her congratulations to each friend. She fidgets as she surveys the sands. On the sands, Suave Cortez Brown Hatchling charges forth to glance around, scanning for his conquest among the gathered in white. Pawing the shells from his sand, he hopes forward two leaps, then stops. His head turns to peruse the other clutchmates, then dismisses them. He's the best here and he knows it. Ahead he goes again to the robed ones. On the sands, Tigor watches the dragons move about and smiles. On the sands, Chiani watches at the lovely green chooses Castille, " Ohh, look the green choose Cas, Congrats!" she yelps. On the sands, Tachia makes sure her robe is straight as she watches the dragon roam the sands in search of lifemates. He hands stay clenches at her side as she does the traditional sands dance. On the sands, Bushranger Bunyip Blue Hatchling swaggers and then ducks behind cover; maybe she won't see me if I sneak up on her. Hiding first behind this candidate and stealing the heart of another over the sands, suddenly he sidles from the shadow of a tall harper lad and sticks his muzzle straight into Jillian's back Stick em up, mate! On the sands, Social Butterfly Green Hatchling approaches a brown-red haired girl, gently rocking back and forth. She approaches, slowly. The girl looks at the ground and does not yet see her, but the hatchling must look into her eyes, to see if she is the one... On the sands, Malcolm chuckles at the hopping dragonette. On the sands, Jisanth shifts his gaze from the new hatchlings to the yet unhatched eggs, he thrummmsss, encouraging them to join their clutchmates. On the sands, Tiana can't help grinning as the newest brown lords it over the others on the sands. "You'd think he was a bronze!" On the sands, Jalysa quirks a brow at the most recent impression, "Castille? A green? Why I never would've.... " she chuckles to herself and shrugs, calling out, "Her name, Castille... what's her name?" On the sands, Sasha rubs her nose with one arm, as a few drips of sweat try to make their way up her nose. On the sands, Chiani snugs, " Yea Jill!" On the sands, Lorren waves in Jill's direction. "Congrats!" On the sands, A little green is embraced by a candidate in the corner with a joyful cry of "Belldandith!" The candidate's friends clap him on the back. "Congratulations, K'ichi!" On the sands, Sofiana watches as Jillian is held up, wiping away sweat with an errant hand. She merely smiles, as voice slowly goes hoarse from all the cheering. On the sands, Alea oohs and pounds Jillian on the back. "Way to goooo!!!" Another healer gone! Their little clique is shrinking. On the sands, Cyrina was staring off somewhere else when suddenly Jillian moves beside her and she gapes, "JILLY!", heartfull of happiness for her friend. On the sands, "Congrats!" Fas finally calls out to all who Impressed. "I'll congrad ya' all individually /later/! Whoa.... Dizzy...." Yup. Fas is /dizzy/. Shouldn'ta' tried to watch all the Hatchlings at once. That's what happens. Don't feel sorry for him, just laugh at him. He'd laugh at himself, were he not the one dizzy. On the sands, Social Butterfly Green Hatchling's slow progress melts into steady gaze, appraisal clear and unprevented. A quiet communion occurs, even as she moves in on her chosen. A wing engulfs Sasha, drawing her close conspiratorally... On the sands, Castille helps the fallen dragoness up, arms moving around her as he nods, eyes tearing. "Sasath. Her name's Sasath!" he calls out to all, eyes looking, searching the Galleries for one face. The crowds to numerous, he leads the rather large-small thing off the sands, the heat not even noticed anymore in firm steps that lead him off. On the sands, Tigor slowly starts to sweat as he heats up and his heart beats faster. On the sands, Jillian jumps..and squeaks again. What was that? She looks around and is quite surprised...And people are calling her name. She smiles. "Jillian." And bows to her captor. "nice to meet you, Vadith." On the sands, Calla grins as the blue impresses..yeah she biased so? and calls "What's his name Jillian? On the sands, Chiani lets the hand peel away from her own as Jill has something far better to hold onto, she smiles deeply with pleasure. " She's beautiful!" On the sands, Elijah watches the brown leap from among the remnants of his egg. His golden brown eyes are watching all the roaming dragons and eggs. His gaze is mostly on the brown that emerged from his favorite egg. On the sands, Earthy Roughcut Egg finds the endless variety of its own self no longer supportable. Apatite breaks calcite, dolomite erodes feldspar, gypsum hacks into jasper, kindly, laboriously, mystically natural ornate peridotite quietly revolves, settling, timid, under vanadinite, wavering, exiting yon zoisite.... Imperial Wu Jade Green Hatchling stands in the debris, glaring imperiously about. The geological and alphabetical possibilities of her former home well and truly done to death, she is off to find a more challenging pastime. On the sands, Imperial Wu Jade Green Hatchling On the sands, A jadestone mask, decorated with an almost-etched matrix of intricate lines, overlays her fine dragon skull; a crystallization of the inked designs covering her compact form. Emerald hues vie for dominance over creamier jade swathes while apple-dyed ridges seep watercolours over her back and sides, a touch of sunlight on her already pale body. Translucent pinions are carried high, glowing like glass as the light passes through, snapping with vitality, yet held in tension - all movements minimized, whirling eye reflecting imperious disdain, while giving no hint to the true thoughts within. On the sands, "There's too many eggs!" Zoe mutters with exasperation, nose wrinkling with distaste. "And too much going on!" Fingers flicking a wayward lock from her gaze, she peers. "Castille? And Jilly! Congratulations!" Insert beaming smile here. "And Sasha!" On the sands, Lorren barely dodges the green as she heads for Sasha. "Congrats!" On the sands, Sasha gasps, and looks into the green's eyes, "Zorath?" she says, a tear popping out of her eyes. On the sands, S'ran cheers the latest Impression, his throat beginning to get a bit hoarse. But that's okay...a big mug of ale is going to feel /really/ good when this is all over. On the sands, Trelim grins at Sofiana, and laughs, "Sasath...that's a nice name." On the sands, "Woo!" That was for all the recent Impressees... Rowan can't keep track of 'em. Another green! Eyes are now glued on the Imperial Wu Jade Green, with an elbow of Zoe. "Zooooooe... it's green!" On the sands, Sofiana nods, barely whispering, "Check out that green." A cough, as she rubs her throat, sand forgotten for a moment. Then the heat hits. Movemovemovemove. On the sands, Tigor looks over with a smile as the new green emerges. On the sands, Jillian lets the blue lead her..or prod her, rather, over to the side of the hatching grounds. On the sands, Malcolm smiles warmly at Sasha, "Congrats," he whispers. On the sands, Ryslth rumbles softly her eyes whirling the deep blue/green of happiness as her children impress their new protectors. On the sands, Trelim peeeeers towards cracking egg and chuckles, "I see, I see..." He grins, "Wonder..." He shrugs, and mulls. "Look at her wings..." On the sands, Strange Otherworldly Egg bumps into a neighboring egg, sending it rolling to the end of the clutch. Wriggling to an unheard melody, cracks vein its surface and a shard or two falls to the sands. On the sands, Suave Cortez Brown Hatchling strikes his path, tossing sand with each foot fall, till he finds amongst the robes one he seems smitten with. Great gaze slides up her torso to a belt tied in a plain square knot. He blows out through his nostril a steamy heat that causes her robe to flap. On the sands, Imperial Wu Jade Green Hatchling glares about, nostrils flaring with all the new scents, only /some/ of which meet her expectations of this world she's been tapping to find for so long. She stalks away from the debris of her shell, shaking a hindleg fastidiously to remove a glittering flake, and eyes those assembled before her glory. On the sands, Castille looks to the other now-greenrider and smiles, "Congratulations, Sasha," then turning to Jilliana he smiles winningly, "And to you, bluerider.." On the sands, Zekith nudges Delsi. He's hungry, ya know. You /could/ feed him, no? On the sands, Cyrina is overwhelmed with emotion, hands press to her face a moment and wipe the sweat away, tossing her braid back over her shoulder, she tries to think how many healers that is that have found lifemates but before she can make the tally, more new hatchlings catch her attention and she whispers in awe, "Amazing...". On the sands, A hush befalls one of the dragonets whose hide glitters gold on brown hide. With two twin storm-ridden seas Suave Cortez Brown Hatchling explores Chiani, whirling with an adventurer's delight as he settles down before her, poised with eager anticipation of conquest. On the sands, Sasha is nudged gently but firmly by Zorath off to the sides. It just wouldn't do to be seen in the middle of the sands already impressed, now would it? On the sands, Peninky, now P'inky, drops to his knees before a hatchling with a joyful cry of "Brainth!" On the sands, Caitlin smiles happily as friends impress and become collegues, seh admires the forms of teh new hatchlings and wonders if her face looked as bemused when Elegath chose her. On the sands, Sofiana peers, straining as she leans foward. Hmm....."You know...that almost looks like a....nah." She makes a face, wiping away sweat, as she glances towards Chiani......oh my. On the sands, Fasulkad shakes his head a bit, still hopping between feet, as he sees straight again. Oh, wow, don't like dizzyness. Ain't fun. Noper. Not when you the one dizzy. "Blah!" is his only verbal comment. On the sands, Delsi laughs, "Zekith says I need to change my name.." Rolling her eyes, the strokes the Blue's head. On the sands, T'lor chuckles at Chiani's flapping robes. "I think this clutch likes the flesh too." He nudges his bronze's arm. "This your doing?" On the sands, Gamina steps around her spot like she is doing a hat dance. She whispers more to herself than Sofiana or the others around her, "They are so beautiful." On the sands, Caitlin smilesat Delsi "You do? To what?" On the sands, Rowan nervously adjusts her robe. She's not much to look like, now, is she... Her eyes scan across the remaining eggies... lots of eggies. Then she looks as the Imperial green again. On the sands, A huge, uncoordinated brown hatchling springs up to a short and slender girl, drool dripping into her green eyes. "Hey, Runth, I'm not a dragon, you know." *blinkblink* "Runth?" On the sands, Chiani goggles as not only did he look, he did he found and choose her. " You do? You want me Sakinth?" Arms reach out to embrace for yet but the first time her new love, her new lifemate. On the sands, Cyrina sees that yet another of her healers are gone, but she beams with happiness and shouts, "Congrats hon!", glancing about for someone else to go dance on the sands with, she spots Sofiana and hurries over. On the sands, Alaera smiles at Delsi,"Oh?" bemused at all the impressions, her eyes slighly misty. On the sands, Tigor waves a congrats to the new Rider. On the sands, Sidhe twitches her lips thoughtfully, Impressions occuring to her left, to her right, all around, if she must be honest. On the sands, Strange Otherworldly Egg crumbles like falling buildings; Steely Praetorian Hatchling swaggering into the world from admist the wreakage. Fast on his feet, his bulky form sets out with a determined lift of his muzzle. On the sands, Steely Praetorian Hatchling On the sands, Big and brawny, attitude oozes from his ash-brown hide: handsome? Yes. And well-aware of it. Russet tinges the arch of tannin-stained wings, wide and unrelenting; copper highlights run the length of his fair-to-intimidating bulk, fading into weathered brass along the length of spars and ridges. Deepest velvet, over steel, hues his belly, extending down to touch leather-brown legs that quickly fade into the bronzy highlight of rough-hewn talons, evocative of the overall peace of his slow-burning fires. On the sands, Tachia cheers for Chiani, "Woo congrats." He liked that egg and is sure that the brown will be great with Chiani. He looks back at the eggs with a wondering look in his eyes. On the sands, Sofiana's head cocks towards Gamina, merely nodding in agreement. Cyrina is spotted from the corner of her eye, as she smiles, still entrapped between Trelim and Gamina. On the sands, Trelim grins, and calls out with a grin, "Congrats, Chiani..." His eyes fall upon the green as she gazes outwards, and chuckles. "Look at her..." On the sands, Only a few healers left in their little clump. Good! Alea just wishes she were over there already with the others, but there are still lots of eggs. Lots of dragonets. (Lots of candidates.) Krystal arrives. On the sands, Delsi grins. "Zekith's suggestions were D'lsi and D'lisha, but really.. I don't know..." On the sands, Alaera smiles, "Up to you two now, pick the one you'd be most comfy with." On the sands, Caitlin grins "Elegath let me keep mine She smiles at Zekith "D'lish,. certainly different" On the sands, Desert Destiny Egg suddenly begins to shake violently... On the sands, Sofiana lets out a nervous giggle as she proclaims, "A mask. That's what they look like." A nod in satisfaction, as she looks to the other eggs..... On the sands, Jihavia giggles as Pralanth nudges her, "My name? I don't know, what do you like?" On the sands, Tigor chuckles as he watches the next egg start to shake. On the sands, Tiana says, "Another brown... and what a big fellow!" On the sands, Cyrina smiles at Gami, Trelim and Sofiana, then starts to dance from foot to foot again. On the sands, Alaera glances over at the eggs, watching another one display its wears. On the sands, Ryslth rumbles a proud greeting to her new son On the sands, Desert Destiny Egg begins to tremble with a shaking as violent as that of the mantle beneath the thunderous pounding of many hooves stampeding. In a less than a few breaths, Desert Destiny Egg cracks whip-smacking sharp and splinters as Hopeful Michaelangelo Gold shoots from the ghostly ruins of her former hacienda. The head lifts regally, almost immediately as her eyes, whirling with the flame of life, seek the hot sands for her soulmate. On the sands, Hopeful Michaelangelo Gold On the sands, Golden light bursts sunrise-bright over the subtly antiqued hue of her hide, worn to a well-polished, ageless glitter. From the ornate fligreed tracings that decorate wingspars and edges, to the pure translucence of stained-glass that strikes jeweled shade upon shade in undertone along the sails, her canopied wings are broad and well-fashioned; the stocky, solid length of her limbs wax harvest orange, unadulterated but for a thin sienna stripe stretching in a clean line from lissome length of neck, to withers, to the shortened lash of her limber tail. Still, a renaissance of lighter moon gold embodies the fine wedge of her head, splotched puce over the left eye: experimenting, tasting, testing, exploring, her eyes flash flamme vitale in their seeking swirl of facet. On the sands, Imperial Wu Jade Green Hatchling glides across the sands, staring disdainfully at the gathered. Legs moving with unconcious grace, she does her best to keep her long wet wings out of the way of hind claws. Finding a group that /seems/ to smell right, she stalks up, staring at one then another, from a small distance away. It wouldn't do to pick the wrong one now. On the sands, Sidhe has arrived. On the sands, Chiani steps to Sakinth's side, " Come love, let's join the rest of your clutchmates, get out of the way before some silly green runs us over." She looks back at cyrina, " I hope yours finds you too." She says through misted eyes. " Yes love soon you'll eat." On the sands, Malcolm looks about in confusion at all the hatchlings, candidates, riders and eggs. Overload on the eyes. On the sands, Alaera catches her breath, "gold!" expelling it wit hthe word. "she's..." she trails off, not finding the words. On the sands, Steely Praetorian Hatchling rises high up on his haunches and kicks at his shards. Outta my way! Wings fan out in full flory as he lifts he head to the Galleries and... squeaks. Hey! On the sands, Cyrina puts a small hand over her heart as the gold hatches, lips stammer as she tries to speak, but no words can be heard. On the sands, Gamina jumps and squeezes a hand and gaps at the newest hatchling. She takes a sharp breath and whispers, "Gold." Like anyone needed that clue. On the sands, Alea's heart rises into her throat as the golden egg hatches into an equally golden dragon. "Oh...my..." she says, eyes plastered to the gold. "Gold." Does she dare to hope? On the sands, Jillian gasps too, despite her preoccupation with her own little bandit. On the sands, Lorren gasps, "Oh, look at her!" He points to the gold. On the sands, Ryslth stands tall and bugles a greeting to her Daughter, ignoring any ears nearby as she calls. On the sands, Caitlin blinkblink "Gold, so pretty." She pauses and laughs softly and murmurs "never" On the sands, Elijah cheers for Chiani too. He watches the others before turning his gaze back to the candies that haven't been chosen. He smiles softly and softly wonders who will go for the gold that just came out. He blinks again. Gold??? Yup gold. His mouth drops open and hangs there as he in entranced. On the sands, Trelim glances from newly hatched dragonet to " -- Gold..." Not for him, but motions to Sofiana, "Look'it the gold..." On the sands, Tiana exclaims immediately as the gold springs forth, her eyes bright. "She is a worthy daughter," she whispers, half to herself, and perhaps to Ryslth as well. On the sands, Sofiana gapes, as Destiny reveals itself. Isobel wasn't kidding. She almost scoots behind Trelim, eyes owlishly wide. Beautiful, very. Why the fear? Anyone's guess, as she edges back. On the sands, Tigor looks over in Awe at the new Gold. pair chiani On the sands, Jisanth's loud bugles of welcome join his mates in welcome to the gold baby. On the sands, Delsi sighs. "I like D'lisha, but at the same time I like D'lsi too.. D'lisha is in rememberance of my twin sister, Delishia, yet D'lsi would be honoring my own name.. I suppose I'll think about it for a bit.." On the sands, Tachia smiles softly and watches the Desert egg burst open. The dance continues as she looks the gold over. On the sands, Eggs; Zoe gapes. People; Zoe watches 'em Impress. Dragonets -- too many. From one to the next, then to her gaze strays, and stays, on the queen dragonet. "Gold," is murmured softly, deep admiration churning through her undertones. "Gold." On the sands, Alaera nods to Delsi,"You've time, lots of time now." On the sands, Rowan glances over to the gold.. just looking, for a long moment... then to green, too. Can't limit herself, here. Left foot, right foot. Is it just her, or is it getting hotter? She elbows Zoe. "Pretty!" On the sands, Caitlin laughs softly "You could always stay Delsi and honour both names?" SHe winks. On the sands, T'lor smiles proudly at the gold before stepping away to assist with his mentees if hey need it. On the sands, *Hip!* *Hop!* Do the bop! Fas can't stop, or feet get hot! Can ya' just see how he bounces? Can't ya' just see how hot his feet are? .... Yeah, and all the riders and spectators are probably laughing it up. Suddenly, something catches his eye for a moment, "Hey a Gold!" Wow. He's quick. On the sands, Catiri gasps and looks over, "Gold," she breathes, now that Kayra's gone she moves over to the Fas-Zoe-And co. group. On the sands, Jihavia giggles again, then looks out to the sands, "Oh my... you have a lovely sister Pralanth..."she chuckles again and gives her big brown a hug, atenchion diverted from him only for a moment, "J'avi? J'avia? J'via? I like them all you pick." On the sands, S'ran offers T'lor a congratulatory thump on the shoulder at the emergence of the gold. On the sands, Delsi grins at Caitlin, "True, but even if I do choose D'lisha, my sister has no way of knowing.." On the sands, Sidhe straightens from her half-bored slouch as her eyes, suddenly alight with passionate ambition, widen and lock their gaze on the gold, the ultimate kaliedescope of glory. "Yes," she breathes softly, throwing back her shoulders. On the sands, Cyrina perhaps could have T'lor stitch up the back of her robe ;) But well she doesn't realize it's ripped, deep blue eyes are locked on the most beautiful creature she's ever seen. On the sands, T'lor beams, as if he had a hand in this. HA! His eyes follow to the women, wondering which will be the next gold rider. On the sands, Chiani joins Jill yet again, she peers over at her friend, grinning like a fool. On the sands, Caitlin smiles softly and nods, her eyes moving over the sands and then back to look at Delsi "True True, well as Ali said there is time for you and Zekith to work it out." On the sands, Imperial Wu Jade Green Hatchling slinks closer, flipping her wingtips to rid herself of some stuck sand. Ugh. Mess. Winding her way between the tiny group she's invading, she catches a glimpse of black locks. Very nice. Now to just get close enough. On the sands, Steely Praetorian Hatchling stomps down from the clutch mound and swings a determined gaze from one candidate to another. He tilts a curious gaze over at his gold sibling and instantly puffs himself up. He can be as big as she... really. On the sands, One candidate isn't aware of the gold's emergence from her egg...B'read smiles fondly down at bronze Butterth, gaze completely riveted there. On the sands, Isobel arrives. On the sands, Imperial Wu Jade Green Hatchling paces along, movements agitated, tension flexing her body. Searching, searching, her eyes giving one final sweep of those assembled before her, hoping to find one who measures up to her sharp sense of what is right. Then, she decides. The disdain in her fast whirling eye abates, replaced by a quiet and boundless joy. She curves her small form around one of the many white-clad bodies, crooning quietly and with head raised, looking up into Rowan's beautiful face. On the sands, Tigor looks over to Tiana "She is a beauty that gold." On the sands, Hopeful Michaelangelo Gold shakes off her shell, stepping with unmatched grace foward, slipping behind the rogue who came before her. Stepping broadly forward even in her wobbled form, she sidesteps a running blue. I supposed you think you're brave, don't you? And the answer as she scans the sands for her true love? Only to some. On the sands, E'ric seems distracted, too, deeply involved with his gleaming Lindroth. On the sands, Sofiana watches. Dragonets. Lots of dragonets. /Her/. Glance moves away from that one, as she tugs, almost anxiously at Gamina's hand. Lip is chewed up, unconsicous actions as she blinks, green moving away....towards....'Rowan?" On the sands, Beads of sweat run down her face and stings her eyes as Gami stares completely in awe of the majestic baby gold. She whispers a soft mantra over and over, "Find your rider beautiful one." On the sands, C'til looks at the huge version of that little lump and grins, "She's not gonna fit in a lap, that's for sure.." On the sands, Elijah can't help but grin as he watches the gold and her clutchmates. He chuckles softly and keeps his gaze glued to the gold. His hands pound slowly on his hip in unconcious movement. On the sands, Shadowed Mystery Egg wobbles a bit, having been jostled by a passing blue hatchling, then settles back into the sands. On the sands, Alea clenches Gami's hand tightly, eyes locked nowhere but the gold. Her every move, her every shine, too beautiful. Even if she's not for /her/. On the sands, Cyrina claps her hands together like a delighted child as Row finds a lifemate, then she blinks at the bold gold baby, beautiful, breathtaking. On the sands, Lorren waves congratulations at Rowan even as he tries to keep an eye on the other hatchlings scrabbling across the sands. On the sands, Delsi cheers loudly for Rowan, hands clapping loudly. "Congrats, Rowan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" On the sands, Rowan looks down at the green. Blink. Blinkblink. Eeep. "Inaseth... mine? Yours? Really? Er... okay!" She grins, looking ridiculous, and nudges the green off to the side. Or is that the green nudges her? On the sands, Ryslth rumbles again, encouraging her her young to find the one for them, but her eyes watch her golden daughter closely. On the sands, Jisanth croooonnnss deeply towards his golden daughter, encouraging her to find her mate. On the sands, "Oh yeah, it hurts!" See him bounce all over the place, as he tries to see what's going on.... "Rowan! Congrads!" And then it's back to the Candidate bop! On the sands, Strong Repressed Egg shudders briefly from it's nesting place, a ripple across the shell, barely contained stress. On the sands, Malcolm whimpers as he stands in place just a bit too long. He idley wonders if they've ever tried anything other than sandals. On the sands, Trelim grins at Rowan, and claps as well, laughing, "You go..." He grins at Sofiana, "See...and look, the gold is moving..." On the sands, Tachia gives Rowan a congratultory grin. He mouths, "Congrats." to her. His gaze returns to the gold He knows she can't ever be his but he can dream and think about it can't he. On the sands, A smile, wide and brilliant and utterly confident, spreads across Sidhe's face with electric alacrity, burning itself in place with fervor to match her molten steel eyes, locked unswervingly on that great golden masterpiece standing to outshine the burning sands, so graceful, so aloof, so Sidhe. On the sands, Deep brown, nearly a festering shade of black, creeps up to Sipleen, insinuating itself into his mind, his heart, his...S'pleen? "Monoth? Monoth, where've you been all my life?" On the sands, Steely Praetorian Hatchling hovers around his gold sibling. She's getting enough attention... she can share. Of course he interprets those oohs and awws tossed in their direction as adoration for his magnificent form. He takes a step out in front of the young queen and flaunts his form in front of a small group of candidates. On the sands, Tigor starts to move from foot to foot again as he watches the dragons. He smiles softly as he looks at the Gold. On the sands, Sofiana doesn't want to look, though eyes do trail over, dispite mental resolve. A whimper, and she quickly moves her feet. She moves back, forth, and back again.....before spell breaks, and she looks towards Steely. Where is /he/ going? On the sands, Sakinth lifts his head looking deeply inot Chiani's face, crooning pitifully, he's hungrey, why won't she feed him? He raises his voice, maybe she doesn't hear him.... food? On the sands, Tiana's feet keep moving, but barely, as her eyes wander from one hatchling to another. On the sands, "Rowan?" Zoe laughs happily, stepping away from the newly Impressed. "Fasulkad -- Rowan Impressed!" Nudgenudge -- can't he see a thing? And then her gaze transfers back to the golden royalty; who will she choose? On the sands, Trelim grins at Sofi, motioning, "Isn't he a boasty one..." He glances Gamina-wards, then back at the eggs and dragonets. On the sands, J'avi grins and looks over to T'lor, "J'avi it is." On the sands, T'lor grins at J'avi. "Welcome to the wonderful world of riding." On the sands, J'avi smiles softly to her new lifemate, "Gladly here." On the sands, Sasha pats Zorath and looks deep into her eyes. On the sands, Fasulkad nods, peering at Rowan as she goes off. "Yeah, she did! It's like.... OW!" Again he starts bouncing, angrily and audibly complaining again about the sands and how hot they are. "/Someone/ will pay!" is his final remark on the subject before he just dances around silently. On the sands, Elijah watches the hatchlings closely. He folds his arms over his broad chest cause his hip is starting to hurt from the beating. He fingers twitch and wiggle. Never been this nervous in his life. On the sands, An earthquake, thunderous and heavy, ripples across Strong Repressed Egg's shell, tiny cracks creating a webwork, fault lines readying the shell for the big quake to crack it open. On the sands, Delsi thinks for a moment.. She could be D'lshya, but she likes D'lsi... On the sands, Sofiana nods, swaying on her feet, wiping her forehead on her arm, unwilling to let go of anyone's hand at the moment. Feet skipple, over and over, as she tries to keep her composure, or what's left of it. On the sands, Cyrina shakes first one foot, then the other, shards that sand is hot, her small hands and clenched tightly in each other, jaw working a bit nervously as she watches. On the sands, Caitlin watches teh impressions take place, her eyes go from teh gold to the other hatchlings wandering about, a small smile on her face as her dragon makes comments about teh new ones. On the sands, Tigor moves over a little to see the other eggs and keep an eye on the hatchlings at the same time. On the sands, Trelim blinks, and peers, "Look -- that one right there, it's going to hatch soon..." He whispers to everyone about him. "Look..." On the sands, Rowan finally gets off to the side, smiling at Delsi... er... is she still Delsi? Doesn't matter. "Yes, I know you're hungry. Of course. Food. Now. Yes, we'll ask.." She looks up at the full-fledged riders off to the side. "Food?" On the sands, Gamina raises on her tiptoes to see over another candidate's shoulder where those beauties went. On the sands, "Kitth!" cries K'boodle, but reamins mostly unnoticed by those watching the gold. On the sands, Lorren runs his hands through his hair, trying to contain the straying strands, a nervous gesture. On the sands, Caitlin smiles at Rowan "soon, when all teh dragons are hatched they will have plenty of food." On the sands, Hopeful Michaelangelo Gold doesn't stumble, carrying herself across a gangplank of eggshells and eyes the sea of candidates. Well, nothing to do but jump in feet first. Head high she searches. Despite what they may think, they shall be mated. And when they are, they shall /all/ be loved. But the gold hatchling knows these things...well...because she /does/. On the sands, Malcolm looks over at the whole of Kitth and K'boodle. "You're a perfect match" On the sands, Sofiana glances to the rocking egg, her motions just as fluid. She never stops, not now. Whether it is a fidgit, or a glance somewhere else, she continues go in motion. On the sands, Chiani reaches over and consols her fretting lifemate, " We'll eat soon love." On the sands, Steely Praetorian Hatchling steps up to a line of young men, nudging each firmly with his muzzle. Those that fall to the sands are definitely not for him. He reaches the middle of the group and spies someone dashing as he. On the sands, Isobel steps lively onto the sands, a quick glance sweeping over the candidates and rocking eggs while striding for the gathered group of riders and new weyrlings. "The gold hatched already? Hmmm...I wonder..." On the sands, A brown dragon bounces into Miner Mindy. She calls out, "I love you too Buttoneth." On the sands, Rowan nods and tries to explain this to Inaseth... who just keeps making demanding little noises anyhow. "Soon. Really." On the sands, Sidhe has disconnected. On the sands, Elijah's eyes watch the hatchlings as they continue to roam around. His golden brown eyes stay mostly on the gold hatchling but he watches so he isn't blindsided. On the sands, Gamina moves closer to Sofiana in hopes of seeing better. She whispers as she is pushed about some, "What is going on? I can't see!" On the sands, Sofiana can see, but mouth can barely find the words, no less them coming into being. "Dragonets.....everywhere," comes the hoarse voice. "That gold is coming down....." On the sands, D'lsi smiles at Caitlin, "Zekith and I finally chose!" On the sands, Strong Repressed Egg vibrates violently as the shudders, not allowed within its stoic code, strain to break the shell under iron-fisted will. Stress fractures appear, lengthening with every resisted quake until it is no more, tectonic plates bearing down on fault lines and exploiting the exposed cracks and it lays collapsed in a heap around Beaded Flapper Brown Hatchling. On the sands, Beaded Flapper Brown Hatchling On the sands, Black twinkles like strings of jet beads thrown across chocolate gossamar, the faceted edges catching the light and tossing it back to the watching eye with every twitch of the underlying muscles. Bronze-sized wings saddle against a brown build, their span so great that the difficulty of folding them is near impossible, leaving purple-tinted wingtips trailing below. Bulky, boxy, broad -- that is what he is, wings aside; the muscles bulge with ripcord strength along every charcoaled line. Burnt umber works its way from tail to tooth, brightening a shade with every wave until his puggish muzzle ends in sap's warm glow. On the sands, Kayra, over off the sands, has since stopped feeding Tryth and is now engaged deeply in an animated conversation, topics ranging. On the sands, Another brown slinks up to a group of siblings. Boy? Girl? No, that boy. Yes, that one. "Hellooooo, Nurseth!" yells Y'ko (relative of K'yo? Mebbe.) On the sands, Trelim shakes his head at Gamina, "Don't know..." He nods, "There she is, over there..." He chuckles. On the sands, Cyrina struggles to see also, being short doesn't help, but hop from foot to foot she does. On the sands, Caitlin laughs softly "and what is that?" On the sands, S'ran becomes frustrated at all the candidate eyes on the gold hatchling, fretting that they will wind up mauled because they forgot that very basic lesson to Look Around You and Move Out of the Way of Oncoming Baby Dragons. He begins shouting as much, hoping to be overheard over the general Hatching din. On the sands, Steely Praetorian Hatchling snorts as the object of his attention is looking elsewhere. And at the gold of all places. Flexing a wing, he shields the stout man's view and prods at his chest with his muzzle. Don't me make me get ugly now. I have nostrils and I know how to use them. On the sands, Ryslth rumbles a soft greeting to the new brown, urging him to find the right one. On the sands, Hopeful Michaelangelo Gold suddenly sees the target of her quest. But there is no running. Oh no. There is a shortage of perfect candies in the world, and it would be a pity to damage these. And suddenly she is there. In front of her. Nuzzle slips forward slowly. On the sands, Tiana's moves take her forward, back, forward, then to the side in unconscious, almost graceful dance, as she watches. Near the group surrounding the gold, she watches all the hatchlings, laughing a little as she sidesteps a tiny green flinging herself at a very young holder lass. On the sands, Absently, a fiery lock is tugged away from her view. "Much better," is muttered softly, before Zoe leans forward -- who is that gold nudging? Orbs squint, and she pokes Fasulkad. "Who is it?" On the sands, Tachia stands watching the gold pick out her choice. She watches with hopeful sapphire eyes she knows that the choice is made. On the sands, Cyrina gulps hearing S'ran shout and stumbles backwards, being mauled she does want no. Nervous eyes dart about and she wrings her hands. On the sands, Chiani watches the sands, waiting to see who the gold picks out of her friends. On the sands, Alea obediently obeys, dodging a blue who heads for (and knocks down) the other boy in that sibling group. Cheers erupt for W'ko as he complains, "My bottom hurts, Snackth." On the sands, Sofiana peers. That gold just nudged someone.....who was it? She looks back and forth, glancing about, trying to see who it is. On the sands, Tigor holds his breath as he watches the gold head towards the ladys. On the sands, Gamina hears part of what the Weyrleader's shout and tries to move back out of the way. On the sands, D'lsi grins, "D'lsi. He liked it better, and I didn't want to argue.." On the sands, Fasulkad bouncies up and down, "I dunno', I'm tryina'.... see...." A frustrated sound comes from Fas as he continues trying to see.... On the sands, Beaded Flapper Brown Hatchling twitches off the leftover shards with a simple contraction of muscles -- no hurry here, this is a decision to be made after long thought. Moving forward with slow care, he holds back his massive wings rather than let purple be sullied with the gold of the sands. On the sands, J'avi grins up at her friend, "Nice to meet ya D'lsi, Im J'avi" ;) On the sands, Cuteth curls her neck around D'ot as they are cute togther. Green dragon and rider. On the sands, Caitlin smiles and leans forward to be heard under teh shouting and general hatching nose "Congratulations D'lsi adn no it is sometimes safer to let them win, tehy can be stubborn." SHe smiles gently and then grins and shakes her head at somethign unheard. On the sands, Ryslth watches her golden daughter, waiting for the moment. On the sands, Elijah hmmms softly and looks at the brown that is flexing a wing. His brow wrinkles and looks down at himself. Hmm me? On the sands, Jillian tells her blue, who's staring at her with whirling eyes, "I'm not asking you to change your name, so I don't think I should have to change mine." And that was that. On the sands, Malcolm watches the gold closely On the sands, Is anyone /truly/ worthy? Well, of course not, for whom is really worthy of artistic and vernal perfection? But Hopeful Michaelangelo Gold must decide...and turning a puce-splotched eye to the girl in the hopeless robe, she tugs at her hair's shiny clasp and offers a gentle croon. I take thee for pity and lack of fashion sense, Gamina. On the sands, Alaera watches teh goldand the one she is infront of, waiting breathlessly for her name. On the sands, Steely Praetorian Hatchling considers walking away now that he's got the man's attention... but nah, he won't play dirty. He'll just settle for a noogie later on. Cashar arrives. On the sands, Alea rubbernecks around, watching gold. Gold gold gold gold, who's she going to pick? "GAMIIII!!!!" On the sands, Strongly Emotional Egg trembles as the rainbow starts to fade, the skylit bow broken up by evening's arrival. The cracks upon it's curved surface shatters as Strongly Emotional Egg errupts in a shower of shimmering shards that rain down around it like a fall of comets at the vernal equinox. In it's wake emerges the verdent form that has been waiting seedlike within, until now. Stars of Beltane Hatchling rises out like a flowering plant greeting the first warmth of spring. On the sands, Stars of Beltane Hatchling On the sands, Defused moonlight backdrops the glitter of celestial rain from the upsweep of fey wings to the impish tapering of her narrow tail. Tiny showers of pale viridity splash over a hide of the forest's deepest green on the darkest eve of the druidic glade where starry eyes gleam not from the heavens, but from a triangular head with a dainty chin of an airy beryline hue pirouetting down towards a soft, sloping underbelly. She is sleek and sinewy; her limbs are stone obelisks of strength bathed in the darkness of an Equinox's gathering, talons grasping as the blackened shadow of full night. Krystal waves to her mate and tries to make a seat by her. "HEY, over Here!" On the sands, Trelim peers and grins at Gamina, calling out with a laugh, "Congrats!" On the sands, Caitlin laughs and claps her hand "Look the gold chose Gamina" On the sands, Lorren blinks in amazement as the gold chooses Gami. "Congrats!" He waves wildly. On the sands, Steely Praetorian Hatchling swings torward Elijah, steady as a weather vane, and roars demandingly. Daunting, he pulls himself to his full height, stares down his nose at the fellow, and then causually claps Elijah on the shoulder with his tail. On the sands, Jillian whistles. Woo woo. On the sands, Sofiana moves away from Gamina, awestruck. She continues to backpedal, as she murmurs, "Congrats." On the sands, Calla claps as the gold choses "Congrats Gamina On the sands, A trader wagon of a brown runs over Malcolm and doesn't stop to look back. Lucky Malcolm, however, was only knocked down, and one (or more) of the hatchling's talons didn't step on him. On the sands, Ryslth lifts herself high and bugles aloud, as her daughter finds the one for her. On the sands, Cyrina sees the gold make her choice, a wonderful shout escapes her in congratulations, "GAMI!", heart poudning ferociously with delight. On the sands, Isobel nods slowly, sidling up to the nearby Gamma. "Must run in the family," she quips, face alight with a smile. "I think she'll do just fine." -- and louder: "Congratulations, Gamina! Bring you new lifemate on over!" On the sands, T'lor raises his brow at the newest choice, sighing softly, before looking over at the brown. On the sands, Alaera beams as she picks,"congrats Gami. Whats her name?" On the sands, *Bounce!* *Bounce!* "It's... It's..... Gamina!" See? He knows who it is. Just couldn't see. "Congrads Gamina!" he calls over. On the sands, Malcolm picks himself back up, making sure his robe is still intact. "lucky for me he didn't hit a seam!" On the sands, Gamina glances up at the cheering with a smiling daze. She speaks, "Lisiath." On the sands, Tigor smiles over and waves to Elijah "Way to go." On the sands, Vadith lets out a shrill cry, trying to imitated Jil's whistle. On the sands, Tiana smiles, her eyes warm as they rest on her friend. But there are hatchlings waiting, and they don't *care* that their golden sister just found her mate. They want theirs! On the sands, D'lsi cheers, Zekith adding in his own bugle. Hey.. Can't leave the..err....little guy out! On the sands, Stars of Beltane Hatchling sits in the remains of her shell, are the stars right? must be now on to find the right one who shall worship her. On the sands, Elijah roars out loud lost in his own joy and happiness. He rushes forward bearhugs the brown in front of him. He shouts out, "His name is Ganith." He seems to be doing his best to squeeze the stufffing out of his new lifemate. On the sands, Trelim laughs softly, then peers. "Hey -- another green just hatched..." HE trails off and prods Sofiana, "Look!" On the sands, Chiani gapes and then grins, applauding, " Look! She picked Gami! Good for you Gami!" On the sands, Jalysa smiles as the gold and brown impress, "Ahh... Lisiath... beautiful name. Aha! And Ganith!" On the sands, Fasulkad grins at Zoe. "Hear that? Gamina! The Gold got 'er!" He bouncies again, peering over the crowd. "Hey, good choice, Goldy!" Yeah, sure, always call a gold Goldy when you don't know it's name. That's always a way to get on it's good side. On the sands, Sasha smiles as she hears her friends Impress, but can't do much more than wave and smile, due to intense dragon-prattle, hunger and that searing heat... On the sands, Beaded Flapper Brown Hatchling wanders towards a smith lad, giving him long, hard stare. No, not this one either. The wheat-washed muzzle is pointed in a different direction, and he heads off to another small group of candidates. Perhaps here... On the sands, Cyrina notices the ground around her is dwindling, then she sees Elijah and grins wildly, "Congrats!". On the sands, "/Gamina/!" Zoe bellows happily, then tugs hard on Fasulkad's arm. "A gold for Gamina! /Gamina/!" A ripple of laughter bubles past her lips, and she smiles. "Lisiath!" The her gaze roves to Elijah. "And a brown for Elijah!" On the sands, Shadowed Mystery Egg wobbles, this time of its own volition, and a fine webwork of cracks appears at its top and grows larger. On the sands, Tiana steps out of the way of a brown that stumbles by. On the sands, Catiri grins and claps for Gamina and Lisiath, bouncing, and shuffles back to watching other hatchlings. On the sands, Trelim peers, motioning to brown, "And there's the brown...look at him..." Then to Shadowed, "And look at that." Attention drifts. On the sands, Sofiana peers over, nodding as she is suddenly without someone on the other end. Eep. "And a beaut," she murmurs, hand that's free clentching and unclentching. On the sands, Lorren looks up at the brown, trying to guage where the hatchling is headed. On the sands, Stars of Beltane Hatchling stands, steping taintly out towards the sea of white, a sniff and a look, where is the right one? she sniffs over a harper lad, nope wrong missing something. On the sands, Gamina remembers to stumble back across to where the weyrlingmaster waits with her new lifemate. She murmurs softly as they make slow progress toward the sidelines. On the sands, All alone On the sands, what an awful way to be. Well, since the healers dwindled from about a dozen to...two, Alea's not quite alone. Nearly. *shuffle*shuffle* On the sands, Chiani watches as one by one her friend rejoin her on the sidelines. applauding each new pair. On the sands, Shadowed Mystery Egg finally solves the puzzle, cracks the code -- and itself in the process, realization dawning like searchlights in the mist over the shattered remains of its shell. The answer was simply too much for it to contain: it was Hypnotic LavaLamp Blue Hatchling in the library with the lead pipe! On the sands, Hypnotic LavaLamp Blue Hatchling On the sands, Personality takes its cue from the vibrant hues that spill forth from a gleaming hide. Ultra-violet radiates across arrow-straight headknobs to flattened spade tail, like a brilliant outline of surreal skyscape. Lime drizzles; citric acid scores a delicate tracework over wing's leading edge. Electric blue ether is clouded, miriad blobs diverging from aqua to cobalts and purples, defying smooth textured hide to create illusion: eggplant blooms in daisy formation on the haunches' squared stance, sea-tones splotching unformed over one oil-slick rainbow eyeridge. On the sands, Trelim peers and watches Stars, murmuring to Sofiana, "She's certainly a picky one, isn't she?" On the sands, Cyrina glances across and see Alea and moves to join her, "Nervous?", she whispers?, bouncing about. On the sands, Malcolm stares blankly at the little blue. On the sands, Elijah looks up and nods leading Ganith from the sands to the side. He continues to watch every movement of Ganith in awe. On the sands, "Wouldn't you be? You'll be stuck with this person for the rest of your life." Sofiana gives a bit of a grin, as she rocks back and forth on roasted heels. On the sands, Stars of Beltane Hatchling heads towards the direction she caught a whiff off. Ahhh, over here. The right one is over here. On the sands, J'avi points her friends out who are still on the sands to Pralanth, trying to keep his mind off his tummy, and not suceeding very well. On the sands, Beaded Flapper Brown Hatchling shuffles towards a group of girls, peering at them with a critical, slow-whorling eye. One of them? On the sands, D'lsi smiles at Elijah, rolling her eyes at Zekith pokes her, after sniffing his clutchmate over. Now then.. Attention is once more directed at Zekith, though eyes remain on the sands. On the sands, Alea nods lots, head bobbing as if it's about to fall off. "I'm sure there's one for you...just hasn't hatched yet." She smiles encouragingly at her friend. On the sands, He goes up he goes down he's just bouncing about. Fas grins, ignoring his aching feet. "A thirty-second mark for your thoughts, Zoe...." On the sands, World of Beauty Egg wriggles and undulates, light playing over its surface as it slides over and taps against another egg. On the sands, Tiana grins at the hatchlings as they mill about. "Go on," she encourages softly. "Find someone!" On the sands, Trelim nods at Sofiana with a grin, "I guess so...hey, that one moved too." He motions to World of Beauty. On the sands, Cyrina flashes a grin at Alea, though still somewhat nervous, "How many left?", she wonders aloud. On the sands, Ryslth bugles softly, watching her remaining children as they search On the sands, Lorren watches the hatchlings move around the sands, ready to sidestep if need be. On the sands, Jisanth crooons proudly, leaning to snuggle against Ryslth lightly, such lovely children we have. On the sands, Tachia watches in amazement at the dragonetes she seems to wake from her daydreams and begins to blink looking over the sands at all her friends she smiles. Her eyes are drawn to Ryslth a moment before she shifts her feet daze finally lifting from her eyes. On the sands, Tigor looks around at who is left with a smile, and then goes back to watching the dragonetts On the sands, Sofiana hopples, nodding slowly as she manages to keep balance on scorched feet. They're going to be blistered later.....but it's just as well, as fingers begin to tug at her robe. On the sands, Alea shrugs at Cyrina's question, watching hatchlings intently. Did that brown look thisaway? Naw. On the sands, Hypnotic LavaLamp Blue Hatchling flows from the remains of his eggshell, flicking his tail to send the last piece of it flying. That done, he begins to sniff the air, searching for something...what, he's not quite sure yet. On the sands, "I bet you don't even have a thirty-second mark, Fasulkad," Zoe teases, then smiles slightly. "So many -- so fast, too!" A slight chuckle emits from her direction, before she resumes her rocking: back and forth, forth and back. On the sands, Stars of Beltane Hatchling stops infront of the one, she snifs jsut to make sure, yes he smells right. Black hair too, just right. On the sands, Beaded Flapper Brown Hatchling inches closer, black twinkling under sands' glow, purple-tinted wingsails held high above his back as he looks between the girls. This one? That one? He eyes them both with laid-back curiousity. On the sands, Purple. Healer purple. Wowzah. Alea watches the brown, heart in her mouth again. On the sands, Elijah watches the other Candidates from the side he continously scritches Ganith the wonder of his lifemate so new he cant remember anything from before this brown hatched. He truely feels complete. On the sands, Lazy perusal gives way to a sudden start -- yes, this one will do, this one will do quite nicely. Adding a bone-crush thrum in feel-able bass to the cacaphony around them, Beaded Flapper Brown Hatchling situates himself carefully before Alea, emotions playing bright in rainbow faceted eyes as his maized muzzle ventures to touch robe's hem. On the sands, World of Beauty Egg wriggles, squirms, and does the hippyhippyshake. Get me outta here. On the sands, Tigor looks on with a warm feeling as the dragonetes get closer to finding thier mates. On the sands, Tiana watches the ebb and flow of movement, now, almost oblivious to the sounds. On the sands, Fasulkad chuckles. "Well, your right, ain't got nothin' on hand, but I'll pay ya' later some time...." Silently he echos her thought of them going too fast. He sighs as he shuffles, "They ain't ever gonna' heeeeealllll...." On the sands, Malcolm shakes it to the left, then shakes it to the right. On the sands, Kayra wanders off to find more sugar. Novec yells a "Congradulations Alea!" On the sands, Cyrina jumps with surprise as the brown finds Alea next to her, her heart leaps with happiness, "Alea, oh..he's wonderful!", ok now she is /really/ nervous. On the sands, Alea stands still for a moment...another moment...oh. Oh my. Oh my... "Tai....Taimath?" Then she's down bare knees burrowing into hot sand as her arms reach around the brown neck. On the sands, Ryslth nods her head in aproval as another dragonet finds the right one. On the sands, Sofiana watches as Alea Impresses, a bit of a smirk going to Isobel. Told you. Head tilts, as she looks at the remaining eggs, so small, compared to the vastness of candidates left. On the sands, Hypnotic LavaLamp Blue Hatchling hunkers down and plands his muzzle in the sand. He immediately brings it back up, sneezing mighty plumes of sand into the air, to later drift down onto sweaty bodies and turn white robes brown. Nope. Definitely not in there. He reconsiders, then young eyes focus on a knot of candidates. Those! Yes!! He starts toward them, weaving, snakelike. On the sands, Tachia's eyes are drawn to the eggs still unhatched as the dragonettes survey the sands she can't seem to look enough places she beams seeing Alea impress, "Oh Alea... Congradulations!" She fidgets with the hem of her robe trying to look at everything and everyone. On the sands, World of Beauty Egg ripples over and over like crashing waves until it starts flaking. More chips fall as the imaginary waves smash into the egg over and over. The pressure and suspense builds and.....World of Beauty Egg falls apart leaving Aquamarine Mermaid Green Hatchling in the place where the storm raged moments before. On the sands, Aquamarine Mermaid Green Hatchling On the sands, The young green's sparkling eyes glow in a sea of aquamarine surging over her headknobs and flowing down to her shoulders before cascading to her body where hte velvet hide darkens with fragility's natural grace to meridan depths. A splash of spring's yellow green washes over her chest, rivulets over belly to the dark ivy draping down her legs and drowning her talons. A promise of quiet strength shines from the jungle green of her wings which lighten towards the edges to fresh warm mint and fingertips dipped in gold. On the sands, Realization dawns in the glowing eyes of Stars of Beltane Hatchling, her searching croons turning into those of sudden delight. Her wings flare out at her sides as she launches herself at him, the one for her. Trelim. In a frenzy of affection and sheer joy, she wraps herself around him, caroling her exhuberance. On the sands, Lorren watches the blue, trying to figure out who the hatchling wants. The hatching green off to the side distracts him, though. On the sands, Trelim peers at stars and blinks, and kneels a moment, touching the green's headknobs as he murmurs, "Reannath..." On the sands, Ryslth again softly rumbles her approval and a greeting for the latest hatchlings. On the sands, Alaera smiles, lost, not knowing which way to look. "ahh, another good match." On the sands, Sofiana moves back.....suddenly...alone. Head dips, slightly, as she meanders towards Cyrina. "Not many left, eh?" A bit of a smile, as she moves closer, watching the remaning eggs. On the sands, D'lsi smiles at Trelim, tiredness sweeping over her, but she shakes her head, waking herself. On the sands, Horrifically Haunted Egg scares up a dustcloud of sand as it shell begins to ripple from its occupants effort to break free. On the sands, Cyrina blinks, she reaches and grasps SOfiana's hand, trying to smile bravely. On the sands, Alea manages to pull herself out of the sand, leading Taimath over to the side, careful of his huge wings. "Don't worry...I'll feed you soon.../now/..." On the sands, T'lor glances over at Sofiana and Cyrina. He smiles at them warmly before helping a shaking woman and her mate off the sands. On the sands, Malcolm looks at the dustcloud and sneezes involuntarily. On the sands, Aquamarine Mermaid Green Hatchling stands amidst the scattered egg-bits, blinking around herself. Oh, my. Did -I- do that? She shakes her head to rid herself of a bit of shell that persists in clinging to her nose, then peers around curiously. On the sands, Caitlin grins at J'an and her Bradyeth and waves her over to join teh hungry hatchlings and other newly impressed riders as she watches teh sands get emptier and emptier of eggs and people, leaving only shards. On the sands, Tiana moves closer to the other candidates, as the grounds begin to clear. A smile lights eyes that are bleary from the heat as she watches more impressions occur among her friends. On the sands, Hypnotic LavaLamp Blue Hatchling is paying far too much attention to the sand beneath him. He's sniffing it, you see. It's not good directly in the nostrils, but he can get a sense of what he is searching for by...*wham*! He runs straight into the haunch of a bronze clutchmate, knocking him over and falling muzzle-first into the hot sands himself. Ack! On the sands, Chiani grins as Trelim gets a green, " Go Trelim!" On the sands, "Alea!" Zoe burbles happily, then attention's drawn to the Trelim. "Reannath, lovely," is her simple statement, before she chuckles. "So many going so quick." A muse, elbow nudging to Fasulkad's side. On the sands, Trelim shakes his head a moment, and grins at Sofiana, saying again with a chuckle, "Her name is Reannath..." On the sands, Darkness fades across the frightening visage of Horrifically Haunted Egg as more streaks of white storm across the shell into a webwork of cracks, shattering the terror that once haunted this little sandy hollow, allowing light to break free in the form of Zippy Einstein Blue Hatchling! On the sands, Zippy Einstein Blue Hatchling On the sands, Wirey limbs sprout out in a mass of sharp angles and boney joints from the narrowed torso of this sleek blue. Electric hues spark across his taut hide in a steady wave of topaz, coiling into darker shades along the expressive curve of his thin neck before ending with an explosion of color at the tapered nub of his head. Smokey grays cloud the mushroomed bow of his wings, heady with the darkness of a cold winter's night, brightened only along the wingframe where a seepage of green manages to glimmer along the leading edge. On the sands, Malcolm Wonders if someone just burbled. He's heard so much about them, but never seen one in real life. Was that one? On the sands, Tigor smiles as he watches the new hatchling comes out of its shell. On the sands, Cyrina oooohhhhs, "Beautiful...", seeing the blue, tugging at Sofiana's hand, "Look, look." On the sands, Hypnotic LavaLamp Blue Hatchling picks him up, shaking his head and sneezing yet more sand out of his much-abused nostrils. He catches a scent...something fruity, flowery, tangy...Yes! It's very nearby now! On the sands, Fasulkad nods silently, glanceing down at Zoe for a moment of non-jumping around, then looks back at the eggs, and starts jumping again, "Ouch... Ow! .... Onea' them gonna' pay 'cause we all know they purposely didn't let us have sandles thick enough to keep the heat out!" Another yelp and he continues his Candie Dance. On the sands, Sofiana nods slowly to Trelim, moving further back, Cyrina's attention catching hers. "My," she manages to breathe, fingers interlacing with her robe's side. On the sands, Aquamarine Mermaid Green Hatchling delicately steps out into the open sand, eyes whirling furiously as she tries to see everyone at once. The green wrigglesquirms her way across the nice sand, peering up at the various white-clad candies. On the sands, Whorling orbs zero in on The One, a final unfocusing of glazed eyes accompanied by a warble of joy. In his hurry to close the distance between them, Hypnotic LavaLamp Blue Hatchling stumbles, landing in a heap at Fasulkad's feet, eyes dancing with lucidity. At last, the trip is over. You overhear Janus whisper "2 ... says ... ... chooses ... ..." to Coriianna. On the sands, Cyrina grins and dances about from excitement and the heat, "Fassy!" On the sands, Catiri oohs and claps. "Go Fas!" On the sands, Ryslth rumbles softly watching another bond form On the sands, Stubbornly Enduring Egg wobbles a bit, and a bit of neck ridge pokes a thin slit in the top of it. On the sands, D'lsi stands up, clapping, "Way to go, Fas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" On the sands, Caitlin grins at Fasulkad and his blue. On the sands, Zippy Einstein Blue Hatchling doesn't bother getting up from the shards, he just rolls down the clutch mound and plops against a rather large talon belonging to Jisanth. Little blue lips reach around the talon, leaving a nice trail of goo in their wake. Blech. Not good. On the sands, Jisanth watches all with amazement and pride, Tay has /nothing/ to complain about, 2 babies compared to all these? he nudges his rider playfully. On the sands, Ryslth watches the little blue with an amused croon, then point her muzzle in the direction of the candidates. On the sands, "/Fasulkad/!" Zoe gasps, nearly falling on her rump to side-step the blue's trip. "A blue!" Renewed admiration seeps into her gaze, and she watches the Impression, On the sands, Tachia fidgets a bit as the sand seems to burn through the thin soles of her sandles, she grins seeing Fas impress. But her eyes continue to roam the sands and remaining Candidates. Looking around her she searches for something to calm her now frazzled nerves and keep her mind from the heat of the sands. A bead of sweat trickles down her cheek and she wipes it away with the cuff of her robe. Intent on the dargonettes and remaining eggs. On the sands, Tigor steps from side to side a bit giving his feet a little air as he contuinues to watch. On the sands, Fasulkad blinks, and peers at a blue... "I'm tryina'...." Suddenly, realization hits, and suddenly his burning feet don't matter any more. "I - I - I er umm it's I mean... I know his /name/!" On the sands, Jisanth hears Ryslth's amused croon and leans down to look with a proud grin at his son, he crooonns encouragingly. On the sands, Calla grins at Fas "Well what is it?" On the sands, Caitlin watches the green, following its movements, such a lite flowing form, she grins to herself and then glances at her mentee and hten back at teh unimpressed green. On the sands, Alaera chuckles at Fas, "I'm sure he'll tell you agan." On the sands, Aquamarine Mermaid Green Hatchling wriggles onward a bit more, but abruptly pauses, flopping down onto the sand, craning her head around to peer at Ryslth. Why can't -they- come to -me-? Huh? Huh? On the sands, Sofiana giggles, mostly at Fas, as she watches the proceedings, finding another eggshell to place her feet on. Rock, rock, rock, rock...... On the sands, T'lor glances over the blue's hide then green. "Wonder if we'll get more male greenriders..." he asks more himself than anyone else. On the sands, Stubbornly Enduring Egg's occupant struggles some more, then the egg goes still... On the sands, Zippy Einstein Blue Hatchling follows Ryslth's gaze and picks himself up from the sands. Taking a moment to scan the remaining groups of sweat-n-sheets, he launches himself towards the middle of the cavern, narrowly missing his green sibling. On the sands, Stubbornly Enduring Egg holds true to its stubborn nature, not allowing one shard to break free from its form even as cracks invade the entire surface. The rapid pulsing of eggshell increases, sending the whole egg into a fit of spasms and then... there is silence. A single talon pokes through the shell, knocking a small shard to the sands. As if that was too much for the stubborn egg to take, the rest of the shell crumbles into dust around the triumphant form of Bold Galileo Bronze Hatchling! On the sands, Bold Galileo Bronze Hatchling On the sands, Mulled cider ripples across the charted contours of muscle and bone, drifting into hazed patches of nebulae along flexed haunches and lengthy tail to grace the tip with a swirled vortex of polished copper. Broad shoulders sweep into shadowy hues along the knobbed angles of joints before launching upwards into the vast darkness of his wings, an abyss of stark swirls matted in effervescence by the glow of a million sparkles of amber. Prominent headknobs jut out from his rounded head like satellites, positioned high and angled wide while jeweled orbs whirl with a curious delight, always searching to find what no other has found before. On the sands, T'lor's brows rise. "About time a bronze showed up," he chuckles. On the sands, Fasulkad blinks... "It's.... It's... Matoth!" Another blink. Nooooo Fas, don't faint. Stay standing.... Okay, that's good! Okay, just, like, hobble off to the side, okay? Now... Ummm.. Go.... On the sands, Chiani hugs her brown as yet another pair is matched, " Yea Falsulkad! Way to go Fas!" On the sands, Ryslth rumbles softly at the little green before giving her a gentle nudge towards the candidates On the sands, Cyrina shifts from foot to foot, nervousness mounting as she glances about her, then to her fellow candidates. Then a sharp intake of breathe at the bronze's beauty. On the sands, Tigor smiles in amazment as the Bronze hatches. "Will you look at that beauty..." On the sands, With a laugh, Tiana points at the newest arrival, cheering. "A bronze. He's a fine fellow!" On the sands, Jisanth raises his on hind legs, wings swooping as he bugles with delight welcoming his bronze son. On the sands, Alaera smiles,"ahhh a fine bronze." On the sands, D'lsi grins at Fas, tapping him on the shoulder, "Hey, Fas! Congrats!!" On the sands, Tachia gasps seeing the beautiful bronze dragonette appear she giggles softly at the wonderful dragonette. On the sands, Ryslth raises up beside her mate, her greetings to the new bronze joining his. On the sands, Malcolm looks at the tough little bronze. He thinks to himself 'good work!' On the sands, Jillian ohs. A shiny brown. (So she's a little distracted.) On the sands, Lorren blinks at the bronze. "Beautiful," he murmers. On the sands, Jisanth rumbles loudly, tail reaching over to stroke Ryslth, whirling eyes watch the bronze carefully, choose well my son. On the sands, Sofiana leets out a woosh of air. "Amazing," she breathes, as feet are saved from burning sands. Eep. "Simply amazing. On the sands, Aquamarine Mermaid Green Hatchling abruptly finds herself on her feet, propelled by her mother's nudge. All right, all right. She hops forward toward a randomly selected candie. Look at -me-! On the sands, Ryslth twines her tail with her mates, crooning her encouragement to the bronze. On the sands, Catiri grins, finally paying attention again, watching her friends Impress. On the sands, Malcolm looks over at the little green, wondering who she'll pick. On the sands, Tigor looks around at the other Dragonetes and then back to the bronze. On the sands, Chiani eyes gleam as she sees the bronze burst it's shell, " Wow, look at him!" A sudden nudge almost drops he On the sands, " Saki! Stop it, of course you are prettier, and no I don't wish you hadn't choosen me. You're the bestest of the clutch." On the sands, Sasha looks rather pained, and turns to the new rider next to her, "I hope we can get food soon!" On the sands, Fasulkad blinks at Delsi... Or D'lsi... Wha' eva'.... Then, he starts motioning to the blue.... "It's a.... It's.... I mean he... he... I...." He'll shut up eventually. Just let him rant until he finally gets over the shock. On the sands, Tiana blinks as the green suddenly seems almost driven across the sands. "What's with that one?" she murmurs softly. On the sands, Gamina hugs Lisiath's neck as she watches her friends. On the sands, Bronze and green, then to blue -- Zoe gapes. Flabbergasted with all around her, the candidate fills the space created when Fasulkad Impressed. Welcome to the neighborhood; Zoe nudges Catiri's side. "Hi." A whisper, a murmur, then she's watching hatchlings. On the sands, Tigor smiles over to the green and Tiana "I think she is shy, or a little tired still." he whispers. On the sands, Ryslth turns her eyes back to the little green again for a moment, a soft rumble encouraging her to find her mate. On the sands, Tiana flashes a grin at Tigor. "Maybe," is all she says. On the sands, D'lsi grins at Fas, "Here." Handing him a glass of cold water, she rests her chin on Zekith's head, one hand rubbing her calve muscle. On the sands, Kayra is awake again?! Isn't it amazing? On the sands, Aquamarine Mermaid Green Hatchling wriggles forward, tugging at a candie's robe. Hey! Hey, y--wait. Wrong one. Never mind...she scampers off, then screeches to a halt. -That- one! Her! The green gets her rear in gear once again and bounces toward that girl. Hey, I'm -much- better looking than that silly bronze! On the sands, Bold Galileo Bronze Hatchling huffs at The World in General and looks down, quite surprised, at his former prison. Experimentally, he nips at a piece of the eggshard, puncturing a nice small round hole in it with a tooth. When he raises his head, the piece of shell is still lanced on his tooth, and doesn't appear to be going anywhere. On the sands, Zippy Einstein Blue Hatchling skids to a halt right-smack-dab in the middle of the cavern. Flaring a nostril... yes, just one... he swivels his head and peers at a nearby group of wetrobes. A certain lanky young man catches his attention and he digs his talons into the sands as he revs up his engine. On the sands, T'lor waits for the green to disrobe a candidate. "Definitely a love for flesh out there.." On the sands, Malcolm grins warmly at the bronze and its suprise. On the sands, Alaera chuckles at T'lor's comment,"Just what you need in a flight dear," winking at him. On the sands, Jisanth rumblechuckles as he sends his rider a thought. On the sands, Fasulkad gratefully takes the glass of water, and splashes it on his face. He will wake up. Yup. Soon. He peers around, "Oh, I'm still here!" Then he turns, and looks at Matoth. "And so's he!" Oh yeah. He's okay. Really. He's happy. Just.... Shocked. On the sands, T'lor nods in conspiracy to Alaera. "Many interesting pairings this clutch." On the sands, Aquamarine Mermaid Green Hatchling gazes lovingly toward someone special as deep sea blue seeps slowly into her faceted eyes. Her velvet croons turn from questioning to true playful delight as if she was giggling. Aquamarine Mermaid Green Hatchling takes the final step and leans her head on Tachia's waist. On the sands, Tigor smiles and chuckles softly at the bronze. "Don't hurt yourself." On the sands, Sofiana continues to watch, peering this way and that, as fingers continue to twist at her robe. A smile is granted towards Tachia, before she gives a bit of a wave in congratuations. On the sands, Bold Galileo Bronze Hatchling appears not to notice the shell stuck in his mouth at all. His tail waggles energetically and his limbs begin to propel him...albeit quite uncertainly and with much stumbling...toward a small knot of male white-robes. On the sands, Cyrina giggles watching the green, "Awww Tachia, congrats!". On the sands, Catiri smiles as her friends Impress and tries to stand tall. "Congrats, Tachia!" She whispers, turning back to watch. On the sands, Ryslth watches the green impress with a silent nod. On the sands, T'lor's smile turns wicked at the newest coupling. On the sands, D'lsi laughs! "Fas, that was to drink, silly. And of course you and Matoth are here. You're meant to be here. Remember? You were a Candidate. Now a Weyrling. It's not /that/ hard.." Her hand continues to rub that one are, an occasional wince appearing and disappearing.. On the sands, Gamina smiles and waves to Tachia between wiping her eyes again. All the sand and sweat sting her eyes. Yes, that is it. On the sands, Daunting Foresighted Egg spins, showing another side to it that hadn't been noticed before. On the sands, Malcolm unconsciously points to his mouth, hoping the dragonette might get the hint, but then realizes what he's doing and stops On the sands, Tachia blinks at the beautiful green "Naidath." She giggles and shakes her head, "Oh coarse your prettier than he is." She gasps realizing what she just said... and heard. Throwing her arms around the dragonateets neck she beams, "Naidath." She says loud enough for all to hear. On the sands, Caitlin smiles at the hatchlings iwth an eggshard caught in its teeth, she shakes her head in bemusement. On the sands, Lorren waves to Tachia! "Congrats!" Still keeping an eye on the wandering hatchlings. He watches the bronze stumble forward and tries to guess as to his intent. On the sands, A smile for Tachia; Zoe chuckles softly, absently fingering the well-sewn hem of her robe. A green for Tachia -- surprised? Nah. Though, Zoe's never surprised. Then back to the others -- blue, bronze -- while feet shuffle the traditional 'Candidate Dance'. On the sands, Sofiana smiles, as she watches Foresight spin, eyes almost following until she becomes dizzy. A wince, as she leans back on shelter of dragonet home, rocking back and forth on the delicate shell. On the sands, Cyrina paces back and forth in a small spot, she blinks at the breeze and reaches back to hold the torn gown closed, face flushed with embarassment, though very shortly her attention again goes to the hatchlings, beautiful, amazing. On the sands, Tigor almost steps forward to help the bronze dragonete but stops as he waits to see what will happen. On the sands, Tiana's eyes drift to the as-yet-unhatched eggs, rocking back and forth. Finally, nerves begin to show again, in the twining of an index finger in the hem of her robe. On the sands, Zippy Einstein Blue Hatchling rumbles deep in his throat as a leg twitches with impatience... and then he's off! Right towards that group of boys... the one with the lanky, dark-haired one...zoooooooom! And right past him, he goes... missing the one he wanted, but atleast he does get a souvenir--a piece of Tigor's robe firmly attached to a talon. On the sands, Bold Galileo Bronze Hatchling stops to inspect a candidate. It becomes apparent that this one' s mouth is liable to get him into a lot of trouble as he tips as the youngster's robe, tearing the seams and finally tearing the whole garment from his body. Nope. Not this one. He drops the linen; it doesn't get stuck on a tooth but on a talon as the bronze wobbles off, dragging the embarrassed canie's robe away with him. On the sands, Fasulkad nods! "Oh well yeah that's easy for you to say Dels, you didn't expect /not/ to Impress right from the beginning!" He wipes the water off his face, not sure what to do or what to look for. On the sands, Tachia blinks and nods to the green she cautiously leads her off to the side. On the sands, Ryslth rumble chuckles softly at her son's antics. On the sands, T'lor chuckles at Tigor's... predicament. "Shards, so many ... flashes." On the sands, Caitlin laughs loudly as hatchlings tear robes, hmm is this why they are so flimsy made? On the sands, D'lsi raises a brow, "Yes, Fas, I actually did. Here, drink this." She takes the empty glass from Fasulkad, and pours another, offering it to him. On the sands, Sofiana woos, eyes widening at the sudden flesh shown. Tigor....she never knew....ahem. A grin is plastered on her face, as she cheers for the former Cromian. On the sands, Tigor looks down at his ripped robe and chuckles. On the sands, Tiana quirks an eyebrow at Tigor, smothering a laugh. On the sands, Cyrina starts to laugh, then remembers her own predicament, maybe she shouldnt' laugh but she can't help it, she remembers Jis helping Tay flash when they became lifemates, must run in the blood ;) On the sands, Tigor turns around to see if he is gonna lose more with a smile. On the sands, T'lor watches the number of eggs widdle down. On the sands, Fasulkad shakes his head, managing to get a sip and frowning at it.... "Where's the klah?" Oh, well, he's okay, folks! He's asking about klah! On the sands, Catiri watches the candie's robe get torn and tries not to laugh, instead she turns back to watch the blue and bronze hopefully. She wipes a bit of sweat from her eyes and tries not to fidget, all the while doin' the candie shuffle. On the sands, Confusing Effervescent Egg propels itself forward with a sudden, entirely unexpected heave, landing on the foot of a candidate that got a /wee/ bit too close. Oops. On the sands, Sand scatters as Zippy Einstein Blue Hatchling sprints off towards Tigor like lightning, applying the brakes only at the last possible moment, knocking both Candidate and himself into a small hollow of sand. On the sands, D'lsi rolls her eyes at Fas. "Klah? C'mon. It's burning up out here!" On the sands, Jillian whistles once more..and this time Vadith's imitation is much better..and shriller. He's a quick study. On the sands, Lorren winces at the couple of close calls and torn robes with the others. He knew he should have practiced dodging.... On the sands, Ryslth blinks at the egg, wondering if it intends to impress first and hatch later. On the sands, Tigor drops to his knees and hugs the blue to him and calls out "His name is Urith!" On the sands, Fasulkad's eyes widen. "So? Ya' mean there's no klah?" He turns around to ask some one else. "Where's the klah? C'mon... Klah? Where is it?" Addicted much? On the sands, Jalysa catches another Impression and smiles over at Tigor, "Congratulations! Fine blue! I'm sure he'll keep you on your toes." On the sands, T'lor smirks at F'kad? and shakes his head. On the sands, Tiana backs up, nearly knocked over by Tigor's enthusiastic new friend. "Congratulations, Tig," she grins. On the sands, Lorren waves. "Congrats, Tig!" On the sands, Bubbles move with increasing haste, visual chaos playing on Confusing Effervescent Egg's shell. Colors swirl and clash, swimming upwards to come to a frothy head, boiling up and out with the shards and egg goo that announce Grecian Urn Green Hatchling's arrival until, finally, she stands among thhe wreckage. Triumphant. On the sands, Grecian Urn Green Hatchling On the sands, Aged bronze dusts over olive-tree green, adding a lazy sheen to muted tones when the lighting cooperates. Asymmetrical wings unfurl into the glistening glory of new leaves, with hints of lime disrupting the somber cast before fading away upon the tight-muscled shoulders. Twin jewels glitter within black-rimmed orbits, her army-fatigue muzzle blotched and overly aristocratic in length to be considered perfect. Compact and lithe, she moves with lupine grace, the short tail trailing behind like a forgotten limb, unused. Tiny ridges wink from poll to spine; gently curving pearls hinting of irridescence just before flattening into nonexistence near rounded haunches. On the sands, Ryslth rumbles softly at the newly formed pair On the sands, Gaze flickering across the Sands at random, Zoe absently tugs at her robe -- "Hot," -- before gaping: a side of Tigor she's never seen. Then a chuckle, "Congratulations, Tigor!" and he's promptly forgotten about: "A green!" Burble. On the sands, Cyrina whispers in awe of the little green, "Just look at her...just look", to anyone who's near her. On the sands, Lorren smiles at the new green, another beauty. Still, there are others, much closer. On the sands, Tigor slowly stands up and smiles down to his blue and places a littel kiss on the nuzzel, "Come on love, we should move over to the sides and out of peoples way." On the sands, Chiani snugs Sakinth tightly as tears come to her eyes, another pair to join her hin her happiness. " Look Tigor impressed too! Yea Tigor!" On the sands, Gamina forgets about her robe and flashes a few new riders with her bare shoulder. She blushes as someone whispers somethign to her. She grabs the robe and pulls it back into face. She hides her face in the soft hide of her lifemate. On the sands, Sofiana ooohs, eyes widening at the sudden emergance of Grecian past, rocking forward on her shell to get a good look. She nods to Cyrina, before murmuring, "Beautiful." On the sands, Catiri grins at Tigor and watches the new green emerge, entranced. On the sands, Gem of Wit Egg finds that double-edged sword too much to bear, folding under the attack from within itself, mockery turned selfwards and more destructive than its boundaries can stand. Split asunder, two pieces fall mortified to the sands, while a third piece tenaciously clings on the rump of a wriggling Honourable Beowulf Bronze Hatchling, stumping his attempts to make a dignified arrival. On the sands, Honourable Beowulf Bronze Hatchling On the sands, Beaten, worked, and shined to glowing, bronze metal plates are bent over sharp ridges, melted then smoothed and stretched in streaks down his arched neck and solid sides. Stomach and legs are tarnished with dusty black-greens emphasizing curves and shadows while darkwood browns in rich tones shine underneath the molten hide. Like a ripple of liquid metal, the tail flows behind him, wavering and dancing with life's exhuberance; likewise the wings of shining bronze shields stretch forth from blazing shoulders, wingtips flaring skywards. On the sands, A bumbling brown hatches out of his shell and heads straight for a group of girls, bumping Malcolm firmly with his tail as he passes. On the sands, Malcolm tries to fan himself with his arms, flapping them about. He then notices a small flaw in his robeand stops short, his face a deep red. On the sands, Tigor turns and smiles with a wave "Thanks." and proceeds to lead Urith to the sides. On the sands, Jisanth crooons, these Candidates aren't so bad after all. On the sands, Grecian Urn Green Hatchling throws her head up, surveying the scene haughtily before traipsing back to Ryslth. These are my choices? /These/?? On the sands, Tiana steps forward a little, now, her eyes caught by a flash of ancient green. On the sands, Ryslth rumbles softly to her mate, congratulating him on another fine son. On the sands, Bold Galileo Bronze Hatchling becomes aware of the bit of eggshard in his teeth, and stops abruptly. How to get it out? He gets an inspiration, and lowers himself down to the sand and begins rubbing his teeth against it, trying to jar or abrade or otherwise loosen the piece of shell. On the sands, Malcolm rights himself again, wondering what the browns have against him. On the sands, Lorren gasps at the amazing beauty of the new bronze. Still, there's the other one, twitching around in the sand. What's it doing? On the sands, Daunting Foresighted Egg spins again, revealing another beautiful side traced with faint cracks. On the sands, Cyrina gasps, wow, another bronze, a quick glance goes back to Jisanth, the proud Dad, then again she watches the little green. On the sands, Sofiana hopples again....continuing to watch as two bronzes are now moving on the sands. Where will they go? Who will they run to? A glance, as hair is swept back from her face. On the sands, Alea isn't flashing anybody right now. Nuh unh. Nope, she's just caressing Taimath's headknobs as she goggles at him with wonderment. 'Course, her neckline's just a bit too low, and robe maybe a bit too loose...though you'd have to really strain your eyes to see. On the sands, Jillian scolds her blue in the most adoring tone. "Listen. If you're /that/ hungry, there are some really funky-lookin' felines roaming around. Otherwise, you'll just have to wait a few more. K?" The blue responds by cheekily gnawing on her sleeve. Felines? My foot! On the sands, Honourable Beowulf Bronze Hatchling wiggles. Git this thing offa my butt! Standing in the shards of his shell, before he can even look about, he turns a full circle, trying to reach the large incumbent shell on his rump. But moving so tight a circle so soon after hatching isn't really safe. Wings get in the way, legs get in the way, tail gets in the way - and down he goes in a heap. He gives a great wuff, spraying sand about unhelpfully, and wiggles to get up again. (And to try and dislodge the shell!) On the sands, Bold Galileo Bronze Hatchling finally gets the egg loose, but hasn't become aware of the robe yet. He climbs back to his feet. Or, rather, attempts to, but instead becomes hopelessly entangled in the linen. The poor bronze falls back to the sands, knocking Malcolm over with him. They come to rest with the hatchling looking the human in the eye. On the sands, The search is over. The wait was worth being endured. Bold Galileo Bronze Hatchling deploys his landing gears right in front of Malcolm and makes first contact, extending a wing to envelop his new found friend into his world. On the sands, Fasulkad suddenly blinks... What must his new lifemate think of this? He's running around, asking about klah.... Sound normal? Didn't think so. He bounds over to Matoth, throwing his arms around him. "I know, I know... I'll calm down...." For a while.... Just be uncooperative until he gets his /klah/! No, he's really not addicted.... I swear... On the sands, Chiani sits down at last next to her brown lifemate and snuggles him closely, arm weaves tiself companionly aroung a small, well for a dragon, foreleg. She looks up at him and reassures the fussing one, " Soon love, I'm sure it'll bee soon, almost all the eggs are hatched now." On the sands, Malcolm gives up and lays happily on the sands. On the sands, Sasha spies Malcolm and wonders if he'll be black and blue for turns to come... On the sands, Ryslth rumbles encouragingly to the entangled bronze On the sands, T'lor frowns at the falling candidates and dragonets. "Glad there are so many healers out here..." On the sands, E'jah sighs softly and hugs Ganith close while he shakes his head. On the sands, Grecian Urn Green Hatchling minces forward, an expression of draconic disdain firmly in place as begins her parade in front of the candidates, turning away from each as a fault is found. On the sands, Daunting Foresighted Egg wobbles as the contents give one final heave. On the sands, Cyrina hops about, one hand still behind her, a wide grin crosses her face as she sees yet another hatchling find it's mate. Then nervously she darts her eyes about. On the sands, Tiana moves a foot out of the way of a talon as yet another hatchling seems bent on catching someone behind her. This time, she manages to land flat on her backside as her other leg collapses. Face beet-red, she stumbles back up, managing to catch a toe in the hem of her robes. Riiiiip! Janus has disconnected. On the sands, Daunting Foresighted Egg trembles violently like high winds are about to rip it apart. Pieces fly every which way as the unseen gale slams unmercifully against the fragile shell. More pieces go flying. Without warning a loud crack of thunder bounces across the cavern as Daunting Foresighted Egg explodes sending shards flying in every direction, leaving Wunderlust Pioneer Brown Hatchling sitting where the storm once raged only seconds before. On the sands, Wunderlust Pioneer Brown Hatchling On the sands, Sparkling headknobs and elongated snout dwarf the Telgar wheat gold of this dragonet's back, bathing him sun-rich in accented light over deep caramel that expands at his chest and flows down his belly with streaks of amber and sweetened cream. His golden cinnamon talons strike the earth with zeal and impatience to move on and see the world. Dusty brown wraps itself around his tail as it whips form side to side only to underline his growing wanderlust. On the sands, Lorren calls to Malcolm, "Congrats!" He sidesteps the green as it passes over him. On the sands, Sofiana surfs, slipping down a sandune with the shell, before she glances to who's left, and more importantly, how many dragonet's are. On the sands, Catiri cheers for Malcolm. SMiling, she turns back to watch the green and bronze. OOh, that brown that just hatched is lovely too. On the sands, T'lor blinks at the newest robe ripping. Then grins at the bronze's Impress. "Fine choice," he mumbles to himself. On the sands, Features becoming lost in a sea of red that colors Zoe's countenance, she sweeps her gaze to the remaining eggs, then to the dragonets traipsing over the Sands. Fingers tugged to keep her robe on, she flutters up and down; feet do a little dance, shifting up, then down, then updown. Downup? Err... On the sands, Ryslth croons a soft greeting to the new brown, encouraging him to go and join the search On the sands, Caitlin has connected. On the sands, Jalysa pokes S'ran, "Would you look at that. The Starcrafter Impressed him. I always thought they were a bit.... well, odd." She waits for the bronze's name... On the sands, Malcolm says, "You didn't have to knock me over Jovinth, and nice to meet you too. Wha?! JOVINTH??!!" On the sands, Wunderlust Pioneer Brown Hatchling glances at the remains of his shell around him, and way over there. Hey what happened? Oh there is something.. he looks around to the now small sea of white. He stands, gettign that tail in the right place now over there we go! On the sands, Malcolm stands up, a bit dazed, but none the worse for wear. On the sands, Tiana's face lifts, and her body finally follows, this time without wreaking any more havoc on already-mangled robes. Ahh, well, it's cooler, anyhow! On the sands, Malcolm says, "Follow me, I think I know where they keep the good stuff." On the sands, Grecian Urn Green Hatchling stops briefly in front of a weaver girl. Nope, too much facial hair. Onward she heads, pausing next at a brawny smith lad. Yuck! Too many muscles. Will she never find one as perfect as herself? On the sands, Chiani yawns and rubs her stomach, it's hurting, a lot. " Saki, I'm sure you'll be able to eat soon. I can't help it if there isn't anything to eat here. " On the sands, Lorren watches the brown's movements. Doesn't look like this one takes a direct route anywhere, though. On the sands, Sofiana watches trooping brown, before she leans back. Uh oh. A dragonet on a mission. And hopefully the target isn't too close. She'd prefer her robe on, thanks. On the sands, Honourable Beowulf Bronze Hatchling regains his feet, and gives another wiggle. Nope, it's still stuck there. Oh well, time to deal with that later. He sets out intrepidly to explore his new surroundings. Right away from the candidates. Head held out in front, weaving back and forth as he takes in all the sights, he ends up by Jisanth's feet. What's that? Sibling slobber? Eww! He'd prefer to have more grace than that. Wiggle. He tries to ignore the eggshell. Onward ho! On the sands, Wunderlust Pioneer Brown Hatchling bounces along to the theme of bonanza! I'm coming to save you from the indians, really! They won'ttake your robe from you, I'll get there first. On the sands, Cyrina shifts closer to Sofiana as she hops about anxiously, one hand fans her face as she watches the scene unfolding before her. On the sands, Jisanth bugles loudly again seeing another bronze. On the sands, Tianagiggles as the brown bounds across the sands. "Well, no one can doubt his energy!" On the sands, Sofiana is glad for the nearnest, stopping in her sand riding, shell coming to a halt. Blisters. Ow. She doesn't know what's worse. "I hope there's a healer left after all of this," she mutters, mostly to herself. On the sands, Jillian tells Vadith, "I think your daddy's prejudice..." On the sands, Torrid. Hot. Scorching. Sweltering. Sizzling. Zoe just likes to stick to the easiet word: "Hot," she declares, then promptly rolls her eyes. "Too hot. And why robes?" Tired, hot -- she has an excuse to whine. On the sands, Catiri smiles at the bronze's and brown's behavior and hugs herself. Her robe has remained intact so far, and her dignity too. Maybe she can make it through the whole hatching that way. Or is that asking too much? On the sands, T'lor chuckles at the bronze dragonet. "Glad I moved from that spot." That could have right messy. On the sands, Cyrina doesn't hear much that's going on about her, eyes are focused on the hatchlings. Growling feeling a blister pop she frowns, "Shardit", but no time to take a look, hopping is the order of the day. On the sands, Wunderlust Pioneer Brown Hatchling skids to a halt, spreading sand all over the place, ehre I am M'lady, to save you. He glances towards the horizon, we must explore that at teh first possible moment though. On the sands, Lorren peers over to see who the brown stopped in front of. On the sands, Sakinth attempts a bugle... a bit high and a bit tinny, but it'll pass for a first try. On the sands, Catiri tilts her head, watching the brown. What a sweety. A bit silly, but what a sweety, all the same, she grins. On the sands, Grecian Urn Green Hatchling flits over to another white-robe, examing her breifly, head to foot. And feet is where /that/ possibility ends: corns. No, not her. Sand shifts and she moves on, moving in a slow flaunt in front of the line of candidates. On the sands, Chiani looks up and giggles at her proud brown, " You're silly. They know you're hungrey and I promise you'll eat very, very soon." On the sands, Honourable Beowulf Bronze Hatchling turns to look back across the sands. Ahh. Small and white over there, big and bronze over here. He's in his element, he thinks. But still.. there's something appealing about the small and white. He turns (with a wiggle) to head back to the other side of the sands and those who wait there. Stopping to sniff at other broken eggshells (and to have another wiggle, and a bat at the stuck shell with a hindleg) he moseys on over. Oh. They're watching me. He pulls himself up a bit straighter, trying to hide his embarassment at the thing plastered to his rear end. Ahh look at that one! Flaxen hair. Nice and glowing, just like (he turns to check his colour) just like me! On the sands, Jovinth wriggles from side to side as food is placed in front of him. On the sands, Tigor sits down beside Urith and cuddles into him with a warm smile, "we will get you food soon love." On the sands, Wunderlust Pioneer Brown Hatchling's tail twitches as he bounds over to someone. His bugle sounds a bit too high for a true one, but no matterhe will grow into it. Wunderlust Pioneer Brown Hatchling's eyes flash dazzling summer sky blue as his dusty tail wraps around Tiana's leg. After a moment, Wunderlust Pioneer Brown Hatchling starts trying to pull Tiana toward something he sees toward the dark entrance. On the sands, Pralanth nudges his lifemate and crooons, his tummy rumbeling, "I know my love, I can feel it too, we'll get some food soon... tell you brothers and sisters to hurry up and pick, then we can go." J'avi sooths, scritching his eyeridges as he lays his big head in her lap. On the sands, Lorren blinks. Is the bronze heading in this direction? On the sands, Sofiana watches flaunts, sand skittering, and blister popping all at once. This is worse than watching Miners fight for food. But this a little more tacful. A cheer goes up for Tiana, the last of her voice strained. On the sands, Ryslth rumbles to the green youngster then turns her head andbugles softly as a pair is formed. On the sands, After time spent searching, finally one is found -- one nearly as perfect as she! And she certainly smells...umm...clean. Numbweed. A flare of unexpected happiness lights Grecian Urn Green Hatchling's eyes, replacing the criticizing silence with conspiratorial warbling -- at last, a worthy compatriot is found in Zoe. On the sands, Eggshell embarassment quite forgotten, Honourable Beowulf Bronze Hatchling creeps closer and closer to one of the many. Closer, almost stalking, but not hiding his intention. Staring, staring, he seems to check again and again - is this him? The one who's been calling... Eyes whirling in summersky joy, he makes his choice, nose outstretched to touch lightly against Lorren's chest. On the sands, Tiana falls over, sputtering and trying to brush sand from her flushed face. "Keganth, I don't want... oh... OH!" On the sands, Caitlin smiles for Zoe and the other pairs. On the sands, Lisiath nudges her new rider to look up again. On the sands, Cyrina offers a hand to Sofiana for support, they can wobble on the sands together, a strained, "Congrats", squeaks from her throat at Zoe and Lorren. On the sands, Jisanth rumbles with amusement and pride. On the sands, Lorren reaches out to cup his hand under the bronze's chin, gazing into his eyes. "Adrith." Amazement in his voice. On the sands, Catiri cheers as Tiana, Zoe, and Lorren Impress almost simultaneously. Grinning, she turns back to see, only a single egg left. Hmm... She sighs longingly. On the sands, Sofiana takes the hand within her own, and looks. A sudden silence. Over? Brows rise, as she peers about for a egg, a sign.....nothing. On the sands, Vadith tries his new whistle on the pretty shiny gold. Nice hide, baybeeee. On the sands, Taimath nudges his rider with a bright brown nose, eyes whirling wistfully at her. He's so very hungry. C'mon...have mercy on a poor little brown? On the sands, Rhythm-n-Blues Egg rocks and rocks, but is too suave to roll. Rhymical tapping becomes a more desperate solo, cracks vibrate into spilts then are hurled asunder. Artful Genji Brown Hatchling stands poised in the center of the shells destruction, looking about at this wide new world. On the sands, Artful Genji Brown Hatchling On the sands, Delicate falls of a warm, deep brown grace the mountain line of ridges, a twisting and sinuous neck dances with studied elegance from poll to narrow shoulder. His elongated body, carried with such calculated ease, is bedecked in amber and hazel hues, washing around the tapered chest, deepening the smooth-curved flanks. Warm and brisk as an autumn morning, the transparent membranes of his wings are both darkness and light, earth-covered bones brushstrokes on the outstretched sails. Jewel eyes watch languidly from his sculpted head, biding his time, reserving his comments, and quietly judging the world on its artistic merit. On the sands, Ryslth bugles softly as the last egg reveals its contents. On the sands, Lisiath snorts back and tries the whistle too. She nods her head as she finds this new thing fun. She blows air and chirrs at Gamina. On the sands, Urith looks up to his soul mate and tips his head as if asking a question. On the sands, A slight laugh burbles past Zoe's beaming lips. Oblivious to all around, she sinks onto the searing Sands, and laughs again. "No, I missed it, Lucith -- I'm sorry." And next comes a beam. "Come, mayb we can find out!" On the sands, Lorren, still stunned, guides Adrith over to the side with the others. On the sands, Sofiana whistles. She knew she was missing something. One egg left. At last three times the candidates. Head tilts, and lank curl is tugged at. Shell beneath her feet rock as she leans back for a better look, as she whispers to Cyrina, "Last one." On the sands, Cyrina whispers in awed admiration of the warm brown hatchling, "Sofiana....look at 'im", then she leans forward painfully from the blisters on her feet, motioning to Catiri, "You see 'im?", well certainly she did but, well, when one is nervous and excited there's no making sense. On the sands, Tiana manages to get up *without* losing any more of her robe, and makes her way to the edge of the chamber. On the sands, Catiri watches the last egg shatter to reveal a lovely brown. She stands taller, waiting to see where it goes. Gee, it's hot... On the sands, Catiri smiles at Cyrina and reaches out to squeeze her hand, waiting... On the sands, Artful Genji Brown Hatchling wastes no time extricating himself frm the shards. He can smell the one he wants. Just over there. With a measured brush of step he slips in swirled eyes straight to her, the /one/. On the sands, Cyrina grips both girls hands and feels her heart pounding like a drum as they all watch the brown. On the sands, Sofiana stops in rocking to see the brown heading down. Heart races, an suddenly her mouth is dry. A glance is tossed to those near her, brow raised quizzically before she leans back....and waits. On the sands, Catiri feels her breath stop, caught in her throat. Such a lovely creature, but who will it deem worthy? On the sands, Jillian points to Cyrina and Vadith issues another loud whistling thing. It's moral support, you know. On the sands, Footfalls slowly learning quietness and softness, Artful Genji Brown Hatchling continues to drift for but a short time more - for he has decided the one who will be his. Artfully mincing his way along, he acts almost as though she isn't there, until he is so close that all he must do is reach out with his muzzle to touch Catiri, gently, gracfully, respectfully. On the sands, Jisanth crooonnnss encouragment to his son, whirling eyes watch curiously as his tail entwines with Ryslth's, he's proud and very happy. On the sands, Keganth nudges Tiana impatiently. Chuckling, she responds, "You can wait a little, love. Food soon, I promise." On the sands, Gamina crosses her fingers and Lisiath tries this too, but doesn't really work so she crosses Gami's legs with her tail instead. On the sands, It's.....over? A blank stare, for a moment, before she leans back on the egg shell, the fragile surface giving away with a crack. Sofiana's back to reality, it seems, as she nods to Caitri, moving away. On the sands, Cyrina swallows hard, hand slipping from Catiri's , "Con...congrats Catiri!", and she keeps her hand gripped in Sofiana's. On the sands, Rowan looks over towards the grown-up-type riders again, hopeful... Inaseth's swirling eyes reflect the same. "Can we go eat now?" On the sands, T'lim frowns, glancing up out of a general daze, and winces, seeing Sofiana alone, and sighs, then Cyrina. Scuffling the ground with a hand, he rises, as hand brushes gently over his green's headknob. On the sands, Chiani is happy for Catiri, but her heart goes out to Cyrina and Sofiana, " Congrats Catiri!" On the sands, T'lor slips over toward the candidates left definitely Cyrina-ward. On the sands, Ryslth bugles triumphantly as the final pair is formed, then turns and nods solemly to her mate. On the sands, Catiri looks at Sofiana and Cyrina for a moment, then falls to her knees, hugging the brown. "Come on, Nevanth. Let's get you something to eat." On the sands, Alaera glances around, a smile as the last hatchling make's him choice known. Turning to the others,"Okay, food time." A wave to Catiri,"Over here." On the sands, Zorath creels softly, looking for food still. On the sands, T'gor stands up and places a loving hand on Urith "Time to eat love." On the sands, Cyrina is blinking her eyes rapidly, seems she can't move from the spot where she is, eyes are rivetted to the ground in front of her. ca She will live on forever. :) They even programed her into our LC. :) She used to be Benden's cook. On the sands, L'ren looks up from Adrith's eyes. "What? It's over?" On the sands, J'avi frowns slightly as her favorate healerlady is left, theres always next time though. On the sands, Sofiana gives a bit of a smile, slipping away mincing on the sands. Owowow. If anyone's going to talk, it's got to be somewhere else than here. Her feet are killing her. On the sands, Alaera glances over at those still left glad that others are seeing to them. "Okay, if you'll all follow me, we'll get that food for your hungry lifemates." On the sands, Alaera sways toward Hatching Grounds Entrance. On the sands, Chiani looks back at Cyrina, wishing she had been able to join them, wanting to go to her, but not able to leave Sakinth's side, " Cyrina." She whispers softly. On the sands, Calla smiles at the new weyrlings and looks slightly sadly at those still on the sands, she knows how they feel. Then returns to help Alaera herd the impresses On the sands, T'lor reaches out his arms for Cyrina. "Your robe's flapping a bit..." On the sands, A'ea looks wistfully back at Cyrina, waving to the other healer as they walk away. On the sands, Catiri smiles at Cyrina and Sofi in apology and goes after Nev. On the sands, Cyrina blinks and lifts tear-filled eyes, managing a nod and she steps forward to bury herself against T'lor. On the sands, T'lor pats Cyrina's back and smiles at her. "Let's get you dressed." On the sands, Gamma walks over to Sofi and Sidhe and smiles gently. "Girls? Would you two like to join me in my weyr for some tea?" ***disconnected***