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Harper's Tale 3 - Saturday, April 06, 2002, 3:29 PM
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In the Candidate Barracks:

** Tyara just set the @party! Type @party to check it out! **
Eggs are rocking at High Reaches! The Hatching will begin shortly - @go high, nb, sands, galleries to watch (or @move me to #5000)!
-- entered by Tyara on 2002-04-06 14:43 MOO Time. (4 seconds)

Nazagarul sits slowly upright on his cot, sniffing at the air for no apparent reason. "Yessss." His hissy-whispery voice is enough to send shivers down the average spine. "It is time."

The two indistinguishable backup candidates (AKA Meriadoc and Peregrin) pull themselves off their cots, various vegetables falling to the floor. "Huh?" It doesn't matter which one said it. The feeling is mutual.

Fyria looks up from the scroll in her lap, eyes slightly red from a conversatoin she had earlier. "Wha?" Peer. Peer at the other Candidates who have moved. "I don't hear anything.." she says, slowly hopping off her cot.

Sikkyen blinks. And flips out. He tumbles off his cot. "/Now/?!" Then, echo'd, "...I don't hear anything."

Miralwyn is seated on the edge of her cot, looking preturnaturally calm, and already wearing her Candidates's robe. But still, her grey eyes are wide, and she's staring intently at her hands, folded in her lap and saying nothing.

Sage stands up from Sage Sackville's Shire of Schtuff.

Nazagarul grimaces with distate, another hiss escaping him as he pulls on the white robes. "Disgussssting color." He seems so out of place in them that his head almost appears to float in the air. Day 35. Still disembodied.

Azia is jolted awake not by the thrumming, but by a small green landing on her face. "Gah! Sou, geroff!" Bat. Swing. She misses, of course. Azia was never one for hand-to-hand combat. And, in missing, she falls from her cot and has a moment's reflection, while lying upside-down on the floor. "Anyone else hear that.. buzzy kinda noise?"

A buzzy kind of noise does indeed reverberate. It's more commonly referred to as a hum. And you know what that means....

Squaln rolls from his cot and practically falls from shock. "Now? Faranth!" he says, flinging stuff out of his way to get his robe. Tugging the garment on, he removes his tongue ring and anything else that he was told to leave behind. His pulse quickens.. just as it did last time.

Taesha is self-consciously smoothing down her robe, her only sign of nervousness the curling and uncurling of her pale bare toes. "I heard it..." She tells Azia, reaching up to smooth her hair into place.

Oliana sits up, having dozed up, leaning back against the wall behind her neatly made bed. 'Whaaa?' she mumbles, looking almost-ticked that someone woke her up. Then it dawns on her, and she's up in a flash. She's had everything all ready for this day. In fact, you might even guessed she's drilled it, she's in and out of her clothing so fast.

And then, Ike strips to the waist, and tugs on his robe. Breeches soon follow jerkin, boots, and overcloak, and Ike disappears underneath his cot. Then, those strappy sandels are tugged on. Tugtugtug! Sikkyen's Ready.

Settitch nances out from behind one of the changing screens, twirling a lovely, girly pirouette in the centre of the room. "Lovely, lovely! They're /singing/!!" he burbles. "And I've got /the/ perfect pattern at last!" And Weenus says white is /so/ his colour. Go him!

Kirana is buried under her covers. It's cold out there. Warm under there. Life is good. Except...theres that hummy sorta noise. "Whaaaaa?" Comes her rumbling remark as her touseled head pokes out. "That isn't? That can't be...? Oooh shards above!!" And she's off!

Mimi is sitting on her cot, strumming at a borrowed gitar. A blink at Azi and she quickly silences it. "Buzzes? Um....." She makes sure her gitar is silent and raises an eyebrow,"Wait. Whaddya mean now, Squa? Now? Eek!"

Hyzen rushes in, her smile great as she looks around. "Candidates! The eggs are getting ready to hatch." Beambeam. Straightening her clothes she eyes them all. "Get in your robes and line up in twos or threes in front of me."

Tevya says, "Now what?" A glance is given around to her fellow Candidates as she swings her legs around to the side of her cot, before planting bare feet on the ground. And then the buzzing sound is heard, Tevya's eyes gradually widening before she comments, "Shells..it's /time/!" Standing from her cot, she quickly heads for the press where her robe had been stored, pulls it out and disappears behind a changing screen to slip it on. Moments later she's out and back to her cot, fingers hastily working to pull her hair up into a runner tail. "Fyria..it's time!"

Jundi bursts into the barracks in front of Hyzen,"/Hatching/," she announces with a screech and flings herself over to her cot, quickly tossing on her robes.

Squaln tugs on his sandals and stands up, dressed in his white robe and ready. He stands amongst his fellow candidates, filing into a line as Hyzen decreed. It's now, or never.

Lianta has connected.

Fyria squeaks. Just...squeaks...and immediately rummages around in the chest at the foot of her bed. Robe is found, clothes are discarded, robe is /donned/...and then she looks blank. "Sandals!! Faranths' fabulous egg...I /forgot/ to get my sandals!" Okay, she looks as if she's going to kill something, but too late now. Instead, she whirls around and searches out Tevya, running over as she pulls her hair back into a runnertail. "Tev...it's time. Again!" Eep. Fyria snugs her belts, plural, just to make sure.

Azia's eyes fly open, wide as dinner plates but.. darker. "Now?" she whispers, barely audible. "But they don't even look haaaard. They're not sposed to hatch for another sevenday! This isn't according to plan!" And everything must fit with the plan. As she complains, she strips off her clothing and wiggles into her tube-like robe, hunting around for her sandals. "And my sandals! I haven't added a fifth layer yet! Can't the eggs.. wait, or something? This really is most inconvenient." Ah. Sandal. Said footwear is pounced and shoved onto little feet. "Squa-aln! Where are yoooooou?"

Kirana hops around semi-frantically, "Robe...robe...Faranths big golden..." Cough. "Wheres my robe?" Right where she left it, under her pillow. Once found, she snatches it up and begins to hurry into the messily made white thing. "Errhhhggg..." Mutter.

Mimi tosses her instrument aside and picks up her robe,"Oh noo...The sleeves are uneven! I didn't have time to finish one," she complain as she tosses it on, trying to tie the left sleeve up. "I thought it would be another /sevenday/ before this thing! I don't have any sandals yet," she complains as she bounces around next to her cot.

Kythe and Pan suddenly appear and chirp at Lianta.

Oliana lines up quickly, then motions to...to Kirana to stand beside her. "Kirana! Come on!" She huffs at Kirana. So unorganized. "You got everything alright?" Oliana asks as she binds back her hair with a simple cord. It isn't nearly as effective as her elaborate braids and other contraptions to keep the mass of dark curls out of her face.

Lhana burts into the barracks, sopping wet and clothed in little more than a hastily pulled-around towel. "Did I hear what I think I hear??" she demands, flusteredly, then gapes over at Hyzen. "Shells. Shells-shells-shells." This was -not- the timing she was hoping for. Frantically, she drops the towel and dashes, clothed in just her underthings now, to find her robe. "Where - where - ?" Ahah! "There. Robe." Hastily, she tugs it on, hooks it shut, and pulls on her belt. Then, picking up her sandals, she begins pulling those on. "Good thing...I got these...ready!" she says, in between yanks.

Hyzen watches the frantic movements around her, grin still evident as she folds her arms across her chest. One hand moves away to silently count all the candidates, making sure some aren't missing. "Very good and well. Come on, hurry up." More teasing than anything, gaze darting to and fro, following scrabbling candidates.

Mosiah sits cross-legged before his cot, fingers working through the end of his long hair as he ties off the braid with a simple leather thong. He flickers a glance up to the others as apparently everyone has taken to stressing at the sound of the humming, and riders rushing in. He plants a hand on his cot as he pushes up, rising to his sandaled feet. Perfectly calm, apparently. He flickers a grin to the others before reaching into the clothespress at the foot of his cot, reaching for the robe.

Miralwyn stands at Hyzen's orders, nodding inevitability as the humming takes over. Here we go again. She shuffles over, making sure her sandals are in good shape, and gravitates over towards Sikkyen, pre-designated clinging buddy. A more expressive person would probably be clamped onto his arm by now. Wyn may yet get that far. Smoothing down her robe, she offers a quiet "Well, here we go..." Ooooh... Wyn's /nervous/?

Squaln grabs Azia and draws her in front of him, almost like in a big brother fashion. "Stay here and don't do anything unless the dragonrider tells you." Yes. He's the experienced one remember? Listen to him, right? He's been through this more than once. "Stay calm.." he says to the fellow herder.

Seilyn hastily snaps out of her daze and jumps up from her cot, rushing to the trunk and snagging her candidate's robe. It's on in a flash and the candidate goes to line up.

Nazagarul doesn't seem nearly so stressed about the whole deal as his fellow candidates. If his humorless face was capable of any sort of cheerful expression, he'd be smirking at the panic, in fact. Mmmm. Fear.

Kirana hops towards Oli, "I'm coming I'm coming!" Is mumbled around the hair tie grasped in her teeth. One sandal is mostly on, while the other dangles by a strap over her toe. "Errgg...couldn't they like...give us a good sevendays notice for this?" She grumbles, jerking the sandal on fully and hurrying with her hair. "Nervous Oli?"

Tevya dips her head in a nod as she glances around. "I know. Shells.." Her hair is finally pulled up and fastened, before fingers pull at the tail and straighten it out. Robe is smoothed and patted down into place, Tevya pulling the last remaning bits of lint from ot. "Shells..it's a good thing I washed this before the Hatching." Glance finds Lhana as Tevya grins, before Tevya turns towards Hyzen. "Right Hy. Almost set!" Bare feet are tapped on the ground, Tevya glancing at Fyria, "Fy. I'm doing it. I'm going without sandals on!"

"Here we go, indeed," Sikkyen rumbles, snagging Miralwyn's arm in a gentleman-like-fashion. He'll be clinging, soon. Just watch. He leads the two of them to the lineup, and attempts to look as calm as he doesn't feel.

Lhana stresses. /Oh/ how she stresses. "Did they have to go -now-? I'm still all wet!" And indeed she is, glistening and shiny wet. Her hair flops about, for once not messed with. In her sudden energy, she all but skips over to the others, where she bounces about frantically. "Someone - someone." Her hand is flung about wildly. "Anybody need a hand to hold?" Or want to hold hers? She needs to /cling/...

Oliana swallows. She's already starting to get clammy handed and sticky-faced. "Nervous?!" she squeaks, then swallows again, taking a few calming breaths. "No. Not so much nervous as...ok. A bit." She sighs and fidgets at her hair, smiling to Kirana. "It /would/ be nice having more notice. You alright?"

Sage comes out from under her cot and looks pretty ruffled. Seeing Hyzen she gives a tiny smile and then looks about and nods and smiles at all the Candidates, "Good luck, guys..." It's slightly mumbled, but those around her will hear it. She smooths out her robe and starts heading towards the entrance, looking a bit distracted and she tries to pull her hair back into a braid. Hearing Tevya, she smirks and shakes her head, "You're gonna let your feet burn?" She wiggles her own toes in her sandals and grins, "Not me. I remember how hot they are." Ok, so she's getting a little better...not so nervous if chatting.

Settitch nances happily, turning to flutter at Nazagarul, and chirp "Isn't it just /soooo/ exciting! Although you'd really look better in black..." And then something actually gets through to the Weaver, and he withdraws hurriedly, spooked. "Lovie!!" he pounces on Lhana. "I'll hold your hand, now /don't/ be scared. Chayath's /pretty/."

Harripotter pushes messy hair back from his eyes, tripping over a broom as he wiggles into his robes.

Fyria's eyes glance excitedly around the other Candidates as she earnestly looks towards her cot one last time. Nope. No sandals magically appearing. With a grumble and eyeroll, she nods at Tevya, saying "I've not choice...ah, well. Time to be daring anyways!" As if Standing for a clutch isn't enough. "Lhana!! Come stand with Tevya and me!!" She waves at the girl, even as she stands shoulder-to-shoulder with TEvya. Then, she looks at Hyzen. "Ready, Ma'am!"

Jundi adjusts her robe, tugging on the fabric to try and adjust it comfortably. "Hatching, hatching, hatching," she mutters the whole time before scattering over to Kirana and Oliana. "They're /hatching/," she repeats breathlessly, then leaning over and slipping on her sandals.

Azia is safe. Squaln's got her. Phew. "Okay, Squa. Got your sandals? Got your robe? Everything regulation-like?" Twitch. Her fingers fidget nervously with the fabric of her robe, rubbing the white material between forefingers and thumbs. "Is it scary, Squaln? I'm only going to be scared if I have reason to be. What a waste of time - Being scared of something that's not scary. I hope you Impress, Squa, I really do. Shards, but it's loud in here!"

Lianta patpats Lhana as she quickly twists her hair up with a errant ribbon. "Only a few more hours of torment. " Smirk. Her sandals are on, her robe is almost on... there. It's on.

Taesha is aloof and alone, and seems happy to be that way, twitching her robe into place and stepping into line with her head held high. Her second time, after all. She's an old hand.

Kirana is fine. Ish. "I'll be alright once...once...this is over. Or at least when we're on the sand where it's warm. Why are robes sleeveless?" It's really just a rhetorical question for the sake of babbling, but she reaches out a hand in offering. "Jundi!" She smiles at the other dolphin crafter. "I know! Can you believe it? Stand with us?"!

Lhana is going to take every hand she can get. And thus, reaching over, she grasps Settitch's hand with her left, holding it in a vicelike death-grip. Which still leaves her other hand open. And thus, she all but drags the Nancing One over to Tev and Fy, reaching out with her right for one of their hands to hold. "OhFaranth, OhFaranth, OhFaranth," is repeated under her breath.

Meriadoc and Peregrin shuffle their way hand in hand into the line near Samwise who's looking murderous.

Miralwyn offers Sikkyen a briefly grateful smile and tightens her fingers on his arm. Practice cling. "I swear I'm running if one starts looking at me." she murmurs for his ears, even if her expression remains as unreadable as ever.

Squaln grins down at Azia and rests a hand on her shoulder briefly. "It'll be alright. Just relax and take a deep breath.." Geez, he should practice what he preaches. Third time's a charm, right? Hopefully.

Nazagarul subtly give Harripotter a shove as he takes his place in line. Hardly noticeable, really. But that extra bit of fear an uncertainty sure smells nice. Mmmm. Love the smell of fear in the morning.

Tevya gives her robe one last pat before she's standing in line next to her friends. Fyria and Lhana among them, before a hand is waved towards Sage. "Sage, come on..join us!" Others are given a small smile from Tevya, the candidate doing her best not to show how nervous she was, "All set Hyzen."

Jundi clings to Kirana's hand with a nod. "Yes, most definately." She takes a deep breath and grins nervously,"Well I think it'd be pretty warm on the sands if they were longsleeve or soemthing. But heat's nothing for us Istaners, right?" she asks with a wink.

Settitch winces slightly. "Easy lovie! Easy! I need the fingers to sew!" he chirps, lacking the wit to be nervous. A flurry of patting is delivered to the clutching fingers. "There, there! They don't eat you, you know. And just think how lovely and pretty and cute the baby dragons are!" Apparently ravenous, clumsy and covered in egg goo doesn't seem to enter the picture for him.

Mimi digs through her trunk, tossing mounds of clothing onto her cot,"I don't have any /sandals/," she whines loudly before turning around to Lhana an group. "Ee! I thought we'd still have a while, don'tcha think?" She takes a deep breath and sets her shoulders as she rocks back and forth on her feet.

Sage heads over to stand next to Tevya, "Mind if I join you guys?" She gives a finger-waggle to Fyria and Lhana and then puts her hand over her mouth, "I just can't stop smiling...I mean...I've been through this before- you'd think I'd be better at handling it." She rolls her eyes and drops her hand to her hip, adding in a whisper to Tevya, "I'm so nervous...but good luck!"

Sikkyen grins slightly downwards at Miralwyn, and steadies her by enlacing his free hand over her clinging one. Awww. Look how cute. "You'll do fine. No running," he rumbles with an easy chuckle. Wow. He's.. calm. Yup. Wow.

Fyria shuffles in her bare feet. I mean come on, girl...this is number 2 for you!! Grinnig at Tevya, she gives Settitch a wary eye as he's dragged this way. Great. Nancy-boy perfy lace-fancier. "Oh..absolutely Sage!!" Maybe by outnumbering Settitch, he'll stay quiet. Her fingers seek Tevya's hand and Sage's, before she takes a deep breath. And looks down. Sympathy for her feet, please.

Azia slips into line (She's _always_ in line) beside Squaln, wriggling out a smaller hand for his. "Okay. I won't be scared. I wonder how fast it'll happen.. I hope I can see everything." A glance goes to Miralwyn, Fyria, Tevya and others as she picks familiar faces from the crowd, giving each friend a finger-waggle. "Good luck! Don't let 'em maul you!"

Hyzen bobs her head, giving the candidates a grin. "Well done... well done. Let's go!" And then she turns and tromps towards the sands with little candies in tow.

Oliana is clinging to Kirana's other hand, despite the fact that her own hand is a wee on the sweaty side now. She smiles at Jundi, nodding. "Well...Good luck is in order I think. Keep sharp on the sands," she advises before letting out a long, low breath.

Lhana just gives Settitch a little growl for all his condolences. Don't -mess- with the grip, okay. "Let's go!"

Seilyn follows, heading off the Sands.
Squaln follows, heading off the Sands.
Oliana follows, heading off the Sands.
Azia follows, heading off the Sands.
Sage follows, heading off the Sands.
Fyria follows, heading off the Sands.
Sikkyen follows, heading off the Sands.
Mosiah follows, heading off the Sands.
Mimi follows, heading off the Sands.
Here we go! Good luck! Remember this takes you OOCly direct to the Hatching Sands, so behave accordingly. Thanks for all the fun!

Sands
Heat rises -- ripples -- wavers in a stifling curtain that envelops dragons and eggs while smothering riders and visitors. The black sands have been raked into ruts and dips, an alien, uneven surface for anyone trying to walk across them. Some say tension seers the heat: residue of hope, fear, relief, sadness, pain and ultimate joy staining high grey walls and lurking about the many viewing ledges that speckle the walls. Ancient murals of dragonlore fade across the walls near gallery and entrances.
Tucked watchful and warm onto a ledge are Slider and Myoushu.
Gold Chayath, brown Druseth, and brown Piccath are here.
You see Elven Forests Egg, Fluorescent Glare Glinting Off Scalpel Egg, Angel Wings Egg, Overflowing Bubble Bath Egg, Gyrating Glowsticks Egg, Everyone's Favorite Not-Shiny Colorless Industrial Strength Adhesive Duct Tape Egg, Sunlit Forest Clearing Egg, Dawn at Sea Egg, Celestial Starlight Egg, and Phial of Galadriel Egg here.
Shaela, Lis, Tyara, Lorsalia, Kh'ryn, Ciera, L'shil, Lylia, Hiza, Seilyn, Squaln, Oliana, Azia, Sage, Fyria, Sikkyen, Mosiah, and Mimi are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl         Sands' Thermals

Tevya steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
Jundi steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
Kirana steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
Taesha steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

Lis opens a skin for herself, too thirsty to bug Lorsalia for her juice. "I'm just hoping all of them hatch, and not too many have extra heads and legs and stuff," the greenrider remarks cheerfully, waving at the candidates who appear.

Shaela shakes her head, "I haven't seen her at all.. I'm sure she'll make herself known, though, should she get here." She doesnt' need to add that she's also sure they'll hear it from Narali if she doesn't make it. "I'll be you a quarter-mark the first thing she asks us when we see her is how we like that blanket," the rider adds with a chuckle.

Lianta steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
Lhana steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.
Hyzen steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

As a single entity, the Candidates flow onto the sands. White robes mingle with mixed haircolors as senses collide - The heat, the light, the smell of excitement lingering in the scorched air. Several furvitive glances are passed, hands squeezed nervously as a single thought is shared. As one, they bow to Gold Chayath and Brown Druseth, like a wave gently rising and falling. Then they migrate further into the heat, looping a wide semi-circle around the clutch and waiting with bated breath.

Brown Druseth is a little impressed. A dark rumble is offered to the candidates, a little croon towards his creaking, shifting eggs. Sigh. And Lylia just sits back, an approving nod given to the candidates as she sips at her drink. "Lovely. Juuust lovely," she mumurs.

Nazagarul stalks out, burning eyes searching until they light upon Fiery One Ring Egg. Yes. That is what he's been searching for. And with a hiss, he starts towards it, ignoring the confused form of Harripotter, the shorter cnadidate following at his heels.

Hiza beams back at Lorsa, nodding, "Oh, would you?" A hush falls over Hiza was the candidates come out of the Sands, her eyes sparkling proudly. Look, look, these will eventually be the people she gets to teach, and prove to Lylia there's pride in the job. Giving a happy squee once their bowing is finished, Hiza claps and positively glows in their direction, particularally Certain Persons. Yay. Bounce.

Phial of Galadriel Egg twitches slightly upon its mound, strain marks beginning to show upon its starlit curves. Not time... not yet. And so it settles down, quiet for now.

Kirana gives Jundi's hand a squeeze, and clings to Oli with the other. Flashback to the practice hatching anyone? "Good luck you two." She whispers as she steps onto the sand with them and the rest. "Oooh wow. It's happening. It's happening." Is chanted softly under her breath. "I can't belieeeve this. Nice and warm though." Yep. At the very least. Once in the semi-circle, she nudges Oli and Junz. "Look! Isn't that one nice?" She asks, pointing at Dawn at the Sea egg.

Lorsalia jaw-drops at Lis. "That's not funny!" She says, and would say more, but she is caught by the bow and shakes her head. "It always gets me how the candidates manage to bow like that." She mutters, stepping closer to the wall after handing the bottle over to Hiza.

Everyone's Favorite Not-Shiny Colorless Industrial Strength Adhesive Duct Tape Egg twitches, managing to pull free from where it was stuck. Triumph! And it begins to rock harder.

Kalyssa moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

And here they come. Slinking, sandal'd feet already jigging in an ancient rhythm, Sikkyen steps forwards with Miralwyn. /Cling/. Pensive look creasing brow, jaw set, the ex-stablehand cracks his neck, and settles himself in that one, good vantage spot. Away from the momma and the poppa -- they're just too, uh, scary. Yes. Now, where's that Flourescent egg?

Dawn at Sea Egg rocks back and forth, back and forth. So goes the waves, and so goes the egg. Morning's light has begun to crest, but it's not time, not time.

Tevya nervously squeezes Fyria's hand as she glances to the eggs. "Shells..but it's hot!" Feet are shifted as Tevya glances down at them, "Maybe going barefoot wasn't all that good of an idea.." Lips are slightly pursed as she turns her gaze back to the egg mound, eyes widening as the Phial of Galadriel egg shakes. "Oooh.." Joined by yet another a the Everyone's egg begins to shake. "Which do you think'll be first guys?" This asked to her neighbors, Tevya switching her gaze between the them.

Lhana shies away from Druseth, Settitch still in tow. Her hair is sopping wet still, though the heat out here will likely dry it very soon, and her robe has been cut so short that one can only hope she doesn't bend over. Unless getting mooned is your thing, that is. Planting herself next to Tev and Fy - she's still too numb to feel the heat - she gawks at the *rocking!* eggs. "Faranth."

Oliana is attached to Kirana on one side. Yes. Flashback to the practice hatching certainly. She swallows. "They're rocking already! Well..." She pauses, and lets her glance slide over the shape of the curve of candidates. Then, "Yes, they're all pretty. The eggs that is. Won't be eggs much longer though, so take a good look"

Fyria's eyes widen again - doesn't matter she's done this before, it's still an awe-inspiring experience. Tevya's and Sage's hands are both given a tight (hopefully non-damaging) squeeze as she follows the others out onto the Sands. And hisses, feet hop-skipping from lack of covering. She forgot her sandals. Stupid sandals. Quickly, she peers up in the Galleries, looking for Kariel...and spots him. A wave is offered, a kiss is blown, but then the moving eggs draw her complete attention. Let the ride begin...

Seilyn strides out onto the sands, her eyes glancing at once from the galleries where the throngs flock, and to the sands, where the eggs shiver and quake. With a throat-lodged swallow, the candidate curtsies to the parental units of the clutch and then clutches tightly at another candidate's hand and hurries out. "Oh man..oh man..." She whispers to herself in a nervous little jitter, half between excitement and utter nervousness.

Chayath rumbles approvingly to the Candidates, her eyes whirling slowly, expectantly, eagerly. Soon, they will Impress these children -- hers and Druseth's. She could not ask for better lifemates to these infant dragons.

Miralwyn is steadied just slightly by Sikkyen's hand on hers. But she's still decidedly halfway to clinging, now that she's out among the eggs. Feet shift nervously, but at least she's not bolting. Yet. "Are you /sure/ that I can't run?" she asks, before her eyes find the Glittering Scalpel egg. Some found that one frightening, Wyn, in her odd way, finds it comforting.

Jundi returns the squeeze to Kirana's hand with a nod. "I know. Do they...look bigger to you now?" Another deep breath and she glances at the galleries then back to the sands as a rocking egg is caught by the corner of her eye. "I can't /believe/ this," she breathes.

Squaln follows Azia out to a certain spot and stays close to her. Hiza is glanced at and he grins, then his eyes begin to trail towards all of the eggs that are around them. Some are rocking quite a lot. Oo. It's hot down here.

Taesha straightens up from the neat bow she made the dragons and their riders, adding a broad smile for Shaela as she falls back into the Candidate semi-circle. Her teenage dignity is quickly diminished by the need to lift first one bare foot and then the other, though she turns to scan the Galleries for her family.

Hyzen leads the candidates in, watching with critical eye as they bow before spreading out. Nodding, she smiles faintly and moves off towards the side to watch, wineskin drawn out but not yet opened.

Mosiah pats out onto the sands with the rest of the candidates, flicking one foot and then the other as the warm sands seep in between the sole of his foot and the tough bottom of his sandals. He seems to be without any fellow candidates clinging to his form, which could very well be a good thing. His eyes sweep over the clutch of eggs before flickering back to his fellow candidates with a bolstering grin. Nothing to be nervous about, companions.

Azia scurries about, dark eyes touching on the scattered clutch as she tries to remember.. That thing.. she has to do it.. Oh. Breathe. In.. and out. "Squa? Do they _always_ rock like this? I reckon.. I reckon these are evil eggs, to be rocking so hard." Must be the inbreeding. And the evil father. But, for once, the clutch-poppa and clutch-momma look pleased.

Dooom dooooom! Fiery One Ring Egg splinters with cracks of doom, shards flying violently away. In the midst of the destruction, a dark shape hisses menacingly. Oh, yes. Run. Run. For Witch King Bronze Dragonet is here. Run.
The dragonet that emerges from the fiery egg practically oozes the darkness of his father: So dark that blackest night seems welcoming in comparison, his hide is barely discernible as bronze. Heavy ridges plunge the facets of his eyes into shadow, the menacing red orbs peering out as from the depths of a hood. Powerful claws are capped with talons of the deepest ebon imaginable; huge pinions seem like blankets of shadow, dark cloaks about his gaunt body. Gaunt, yes--interminable ages, he seems to have lived, ages of sorrow and servitude. An almost tangible air of fear precedes him. Look, be ye brave enough, for he rides in search of something...

Kirana bounces sharply onto her toes, either from eat or excitment. "It's rocking! It's rocking!" Breathe Kirz. It's essential. "Have either of you ever seen one of these before?" These being a hatching presumably. "Bigger? I don't know...more active at least. Ooooh. This is scaaary." Spotting Seilyn she waves to the girl, "Sei! Want to stand with us?" Always room for one more nearby.

Darkness descends with Witch King Bronze Dragonet, a low hiss dredged from the ominous form. Sweeping across the sands, there is no swaying from his path, no hesitation as his creaking wings snap, bones popping like the echo of hoofbeats. Shiiiiire. Baggiiins. Swift movements carry the shadow'd form over the sands, driven by a strange hunger, a craving for what all men desire above all... power.

Meriadoc and Peregrin both bow to Chayath and Druseth, but the former nudges the latter with an elbow, crying, "Hey Pippin! Yer robe's so short you just mooned the galleries!" Pippin retaliates, shoving Merry off his balance into the sand. "Is not!" "Is too!" "Is not!"

Sikkyen finds it fitting, that he and Miralwyn both search out the same egg. The sharp angles, the sharp lines, the harshness. It /is/ oddly comforting, freakily enough. "No, you can't run," he sussurates lowly, grinning. "Have fun!" Jig. "Oooo. Bronze. I won the bet."

Sage straightens from her low bow, giving the Mom and Pop one last smile before turning her attention to the eggs. Suddenly, the eggs seemed so much bigger...why were there so many?! She grins at Fyria and Tevya in a nervous manner, then, the smile more of a twitch than anything, "I don't care which one goes first...I'd just love to see what comes out of the bubble egg, though." She squeezes their hands in return, and then gives a real smile, "Good luck." And with that, she turns silently towards the eggs. She almost jumps as the first one hatches, and she oos, "A bronze! Isn't that good luck...or something?" It's said to the two girl though she doesn't look to them.

Syl moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

Lhana couldn't even hope to pay attention to the galleries at this point. She's confused enough by all the action going on right in front of her as it is! Tevya's hand is grasped, and Lhana promptly clings. Now, the heat begins to seep through her sandals, and she slowly begins the CandieDance. And then - "Shells. They're /hatching/, too!" Yes, eggs -do- do that, don't they? "Bronze!!"

Nazagarul's eye fix on the hatching bronze, and the glowing fire within them almost intensifies. He's found his lifemate, indeed. Shoving Harripotter out of his way, he makes towards the dragonet.

Azia yelps as an egg cracks, dancing back from the ring of Candidates. "A bronze!" she squeaks, squeezing Squaln's hand _tight_. "Maybe it's for you? Not for me.. Bronzes aren't for girls. Especially not evil Bronzes." Gulp. "Ever been mauled?" But Nazagarul is heading towards the Bronze. "Oh, good. He's evil, the Bronze is evil, everyone's happy."

Ever heard a Weaver shriek? You're hearing one now. "Oooooohhh..." moans Settitch, trailing off and grabbing frantically at Lhana's hand. "It's bronze, but it's like Druseth. Is it going to /eat/ me, lovie???!!!???"

Mimi winces as she steps onto the sands, making her way over to Sage and Fy and Tev. A gasp catches in her throat as she sees the bronze,"Ohmigosh," she mumbles. "I still think a bronze should try and Impress a girl," she mutters to the others, bouncing on her scorched toes.

Squaln keeps his eyes moving, though he listens to every word that Azia says. "They rock when they're gonna hatch soon. Aw! There's a bronze.. I said brown would hatch first." Looks like he lost a bet. Oy. He then takes a step closer to Azia.

Oliana takes in a quick breath, tugging down on Kirana's arm. "A bronze, first to hatch!" she says, caught up already with excitment, though she doesn't look ready to take a closer look than the one she's got. "It looks...terrifying," she worries, brows shooting up.

Tevya takes a hasty step back as the first egg hatches a bronze, her eyes going slightly wide. "Shells..A bronze Fy! From that egg too!" A hand points to the Firey egg, before Sage's name is called out, "That egg was scary Sage. Shells..I'm glad it's a bronze.." Lips are pursed once more, the lower one bit as Tevya moves over to make room for Mimi, "Well if you want it..then go for him Mimi.." Wry grin then as her gaze finds the eggs once more.

Kirana lets out a lovely, drawn out, Oooooooh at the arrival of the bronze. "Lookit! Lookit! It's...it's...all..." What is it exactly? "Scary. Yes. It's scary." She squeaks, and makes an ever valient attempt to shuffle behind Oli. "Oooliii. S'gonna eat me! Or...do /something/ nasty, look at it!" Fear the creepy bronze.

Fyria gasps, her eyes widening as the first dragonet emerges. "A bronze!! Shells...Tev, that's a /great/ sign!" Her gaze drawls a moment at Settitch as she says "Will you /shut up/?" Grr. Then, she turns back, gaze flowing over the Celestial Starlight Egg and Sunlit Forest Egg. Her favs. Her dears. No no, don't hatch yet...you're too pretty!

Witch King Bronze Dragonet cares not for the bright, pristine garments, and with a snap and a snarl he lunges with those ebon claws, bringing young weaver Harripotter to the ground. The boy's yelp is cut off with a snap of jaws, and crimson now tracks his footsteps as he continues on, deadly prowl continuing with silent precision. That one was in the way, in the way of The One. Amid the fray, there is one of the gloom, the darkness that can aid him. And then, a glance to one side brings a flicker of twisted contentment. Finally. One his Master will approve of. Nazagarul. His own. His preeeeeciiiiiious.

Seilyn isn't too dazed to miss Kirana's invite and she quickly hussles over to the others, dragging along the older but shorter and squater candidate behind her. "Thank you so much...Shells, I can't believe.." She's interrupted as she sees the bronze scouting out the sands and just points, hand shaking before its dropped back to her side.

Miralwyn shakes her head, a brief fit of mercantilism overtaking her nerves for a moment. "Fine for you, but I owe H'arlequin a mark and a half..." she notes, shaking one sandaled foot daintily and freeing it from the burning sand.

Lhana turns around at Settitch's shriek, regarding him with surprise. She'd forgotten he was there, apparently. Then she blinks. "Uh. No? By the Egg, I hope not!" Or at least, if it does, it doesn't move on to her next. Eep. Then, it impresses. She sighs with relief, and attempts to call out congratulations, but all that ends up coming out is a sort of a highpitched, "Mree?"

Shaela watches the first egg hatch, and as one, both she and her lifemate turn their eyes to Lylia and Druseth respectively. "At least it's bronze?" is all Shaela can manage: bronze first is, after all, usually a good omen. Please-oh-please, don't let this be a repeat of the Cadgwith and Druseth pairing.

N'zgul looks up with triump on his face, ignoring the poor mauled candidate. "Ringwraith!" It's a shout, for him, if a hissing sort of shout.

Jundi shakes her head slowly to Kirana,"No...." She gasps as one of the eggs crack open. Fellow former 'phincrafter's arm is tapped,"It's not going to /eat/ you," she points out, peeking around an egg to get a better look at the dragonet.

Syl is unceremoniously expelled from Sands by HRWB.

Hiza takes a quick drink of the juice, but the eggs have started to /hatch/, oh my, and she's distracted with watching that occur. "Oooo.. lucky bronze..." she doesn't sound so terribly certain of that, however, glancing over the little.. evilevil thing. And her eyes widen horrifically as poor poor Harripotter is... and then Impression, but Hiza's still sort of in shock, "Umm........ umm..." Lucky bronze, right. Meep.

Sikkyen stares. "Ringwraith?! /Ring/wraith/?!" is whispered at Miralwyn. "Faranth's plush posterior.." Yeah, he's been obviously spending way too much time around Azia. "That's freaky. That's just /freaky/."

Sage shifts her weight slightly, leaning back on a cocked hip. It seemed so unreal...like a dream happening that you just can't wake up from. Not that she wanted to. She then hmms, not all interested in the bronze much anymore, though she giggles at Mimi. "Ooo! Impression, huh?" She makes a face at the name, but says nothing, until, "Sounds scary..." She then whispers something to Tevya, very quietly and gives a one shouldered shrug in offer.

Oliana would perhaps still be gawking in the most unrefined manner at the bronze...until Kirana starts backing around her. Oliana doesn't let go of Kirana's hand, trying to force her back around. "Will you--get back there! I'm not getting--" she stops and yelps as Harripotter is...is..."Is he alright!?" she gasps.

As Meriadoc gets up from the sands to plan his revenge, Peregin goes to find a group to clump with, though he does tug his robe down beneath his bottom -- just in case. "I betcha Impress /green/," teases Merry, and Pippin makes a face in return. "Nuh-uh. I'm not the one who got caught with the carrot in his cot."

L'shil whoops joyously. "A bronzer! Good on you!" So ill-defined as to who, but that leaves it open. "Betcha she'll ask about whether we'll be needing a baby blanket, too. She'll be so pleased about Sushi that it'll dull some of her curiousity about us, but... Ah, some more hatchlings -stupendous stuff, this."

Azia pants visibly as Harripotter is.. injured? Killed? "Squaln, I thought they said that didn't happen much!" She definitely looks panicked - The first to hatch was evil. Definitely a bad portent for the rest of the Hatching. "Oh, shards, Squaln.. I hope something saves both of us. If not from the evil Druseth-spawn then from the heat. She shuffles her feet fretfully, sighing. "I'm glad I stitched extra layers on my sandals.. It's scorching out here."

"Aww! Ringwraith. How cuuuute." Lylia just... beams. The newest bronze gets a fingerwiggle wave. She never liked that Harripotter kid. Druseth just gives a rumble, tail flicking as the crimson muzzle lowers, a loving whuffle offered to the small, deadly bronze. Beam. Just like his old man.

Kh'ryn goes back to watching calmly over the rim of his wine glass, until he notices that one of the candidates is down. "Some one go out there and get him," he states to those nearby. He'd be willing to, but he doesn't want to spill his alcohol.

Lhana hops from foot to foot, hoping to keep one foot from singing by lifting the other. Fortunately for her already overactive nerves, she completely misses Harripotter's mauling. Her gaze flicks from clutchparents to eggs to hatchling to candidates to...and around and around until she finds herself quite dizzy. "Shells," she mutters.

Kirana lets out a Really Big Squeak. "He went and mauled Harripotter! I knew he was bad!" Her eyes go way wide at the name though. "Wraith? Ring/wraith/? Dear Faranth. But...but..." Yet another wraith. Only this one...has Big Teeth. And Very Sharp Claws. Seilyn gets a smile, "Your welcome. Help us watch each others backs." Alright, so Kir is a bit scared of all the baby dragons. Oli just gets a puppy look, but she does return to standing beside the bakerette rather than behind.

Squaln smiles at the first Impression made during this Hatching and nods towards the young lad whom the bronze chose. Good choice that bronze made. Blue eyes glance all about this way and that and then back at Azia. "Don't worry.." he simply says to her.

Everyone's Favorite Not-Shiny Colorless Industrial Strength Adhesive Duct Tape Egg rocks furiously, now, struggling to overcome the sheer power of that-which-holds-the-world-together.

Lorsalia brings her hand to her mouth in shock, but quickly reaches for the bottle of juice again. "I can't believe that- Ringwraith is his name? I can't believe he did that to the poor boy. I hate it when that happens." She tuts, face drawn in near-horror. "I hope that when he grows up, he doesn't try to chase Yajisarath. It'd be just terrible."

Lis wrinkles her nose at the maimed victim, silently hoping he's not too badly injured (he was kind of cute). "Well, that one didn't have three wings," she points out cheerfully to Lylia.

Phial of Galadriel Egg pulses softly, rocking gently from side to side. Careful, must not topple over. But the inmate is sick, it seems, of confining walls. A shudder and then stillness. Hair-line cracks appear, but then the egg falls still once more.

Mimi gulps and nervously tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "DId you see that?" she whispers to the others. "Ohhhh dear," she worries as she shirts from toe to toe.

Shaela shrugs to her weyrmate, as she returns her attention briefly to the Sands. It's Impressed -- good. One down, nineteen to go. She waves to her little sister as well, trying to look reassuring: they're not all as scary as that last one, she mouths.

Gyrating Glowsticks Egg succeeds in executing a twirl in place, the brilliant green and yellow on its surface becoming almost brighter before it quiets again, to sit still in the sand.

Lianta is peeking out from behind Fyria. Eek! A bronze, and it's trying to eat Harri! More eeking and squeeking commences.

Seilyn can't quite make things out that happen farther down the sands, though she does catch sight of crimson on sand, and a hissed out name and isn't sure weither to jump for joy at a impression, or search for the source of that dragged blood... "Is someone hurt? Um.." Its all going rather fast, and its about then that her feet learn they're hot. Hearing Kirana she nods. "Is he okay?"

Miralwyn's hand has tightened on Sikkyen's arm again as she surveys the downed Harripotter. "They need to get him to the infirmary..." she notes hollowly. Hey, even if she thinks the kid's a prat, she /is/ a Healer, after all. And then blinks at the name of the bronze. "Ring/Wraith/..." she echoes back to Ike. "Great clear skies."

Tevya offers Sage a grin and a slight hug before wincing at the mauled boy on the Sands. "Oh...oh.. I hope he's okay. That looked like it hurt." Fingers kneed one another as Tevya digs her toes into the Sand. Not a smart thing to do but she does it. "What did he say his name was.. I think I missed it?" This asked as she watches the newly Impressed pair walk off the Sands.

Taesha stares down her nose at the lad who Impressed bronze. "Hmmm...." Shift from one foot to the other, beam at her family, beam at Shaela.... It's getting monotonous already.

As N'zgul and Ringwraith are waved off the sands by an assistant weyrlingmaster, another one hurries out to poor Harripotter, accompanied by a healer. Leaning down, they apparently find a pulse, then pick him up and carry the poor, bloody boy out.

Fyria winces as Harripotter goes down. Well, that didn't happen at the last Hatching, and those were bloody scary! Still, she does squeak slightly as she looks at the trail of sangine red on the sands. "Ringwraith. Dear Faranth," she whispers. Then, a congrats is yelled at the new bronzerider. "Way to goooOOo!!" More eggs shake and shimmy, and Fyria finds herself holding her breath.

Sikkyen shudders. "Poor thing," he mutters. He was annoying, but he didn't deserve that. Didn't deserve that at all. Evil dragonets. His jaw methodically clenches and un-clenches. "Great clear skies, indeed," he mutters, shifts -- and waits.

Mosiah's dark eyebrows jack up and threaten to merge with his hairline at the sight of the mauled boy. Ouch. That looks like it could just hurt. He flickers a glance to the candidate he is standing beside, "Maybe they should have given us lessons on getting out of the way of a homicidal hatchling...Might have left the sands a little more pristine, instead of a veritable bloodbath." He glances back to the action, gaze drawing over the rocking eggs.

Lhana turns, catching movement from her Favorite, the Glowstick Egg. But then it falls silent, and she gulps, overwhelmed by the sheer chaos of it all. Not to mention that sinking feeling that this is all going to get a lot worse before it's over. "Who? What?" she says to the others, as they discuss the mauling. Then, swinging her head around, she leaps. "Shells!!" This is more dangerous than she thought!

Child's Laughter Egg rattles as though quaking with the giggles, now.. and then suddenly it is gone, leaving a baby dragonet in its place. The little brown lies in a clump, egg shards surrounding him, and he looks piteously towards his mother as if to say, 'I'm sorry! I didn't know /that/ would happen!'

Syl spirals down from above, battered by thermals.

Oliana sighs as Kirana returns to her side. "It's just...I mean. We have a better chance dodging them if we're not smooshed together," she says in a tone of apology as she gestures at Harripotter being lugged out off the sands. "That's terrible! But at least he's alive!" Oliana shudders. More than just heat making her feet move up and down nervously.

Jundi stares wide-eyed at the newly Impressed dragonet. "He didn't look okay to /me/.I sure hope the other dragons don't follow him. Now should we run away when a dragon comes near or get closer?"

Syl is quickly shooed from the sands by a watchful rider.

Sage didn't even notice the mauled Candidate...and still hasn't. She can't see him...oops. She's too distracted by other eggs moving, until she frowns, "Why don't they just hatch? It's like they know we're nervous and are trying to tease us." She then blinks at Tevya, "Whose name?" Yes, she's ought of it. She then points, "Look! A brown!" She thinks, anyway.

And Verily did Settitch hide... Nancy Weaverboy jumps behind Fyria as the downed Harripotter is removed. "Lovie..." he quails. "Can I leave? Don't make me go, please?" And he clings. Oh yes, he clings, the tall lad latching onto Fyria like a leech. Please, someone smack him?

Celestial Starlight Egg spins in maniacal circles around its base, unable to do much more. It's ultimately a futile effort, for the egg seems to stop and pant, star-specks throbbing, and not much hatching done at all.

Kirana bites her lip. Hard. "I don't know." She confesses to Seilyn. "I don't know...oooh I hope he is. This is scary...I don't think he's dead though." Reassuring. But she's still semi-stunned over that bronzes' name. "Ring/wraith/. Who would've guessed. But...he stole our name!" This is all whispered of /course./ "Hmmm. Good point." She's willing to agree with Oli. "But we have to keep an eye out for each other right?" Teamwork. Maybe it'll keep them in one piece. Spotting Fyria and Settitch she flashes Fy a sympathic look. Poor girl.

Phial of Galadriel Egg has had enough. Strains threaten to burst as the pulsing picks up pace. Rock, rock and off the pile of sand it tumbles to come to a rolling stop. Silence... listen and wait...

Squaln winces as some bits of sand get into his sandals, they're hot duncha know. Oy. HotHotHot. Shifting his weight, his eyes never remain still -- they're keenly watching the eggs. Each and every one of them. Phial of Galadriel Egg is then glanced at as it rocks back and forth, "Azia, keep an eye out. Just in case.." he comments.

Phial of Galadriel Egg shudders slightly, the radiance of starlight shimmering faintly as tiny flakes of shell fall, stricken, to the sands. A pause heavy with waiting, hesitant as the little hatchling within seems to gather up all the strength possessed. And yet before that show of power can be given, a large chunk of egg simply falls to reveal the delicate head. The rest follws languidly to dump out the glistening, tiny form of Sentinel Scarecrow at Dusk Blue Dragonet.

Sentinel Scarecrow at Dusk Blue Dragonet
Nebulae encroaches upon the indigo-shadowed chest of this new creation, swathed up his neck and upon his dapple chin. Sapphire dawn mingles playfully with the windswept ceruleans back along the dragonets handsomely detailed muzzle and forehead. He is the dusk, the carbon birthed in the decent of night, a fabrication of crisp blue brilliance along his spine and ridges, and obscure, twilight cobalt cloaked about limbs and middle. Veiled alabaster, lapis lazuli, and rustic sky confines its self within the diaphanous wings that crests his back and shoulders. Powder blue peeks through the carbon and flowers up from the tip of his lengthy tail, wispy like reeds caught in a breeze. A sentinel, he stands proudly upon talons of rich, milky gold.

Azia winces as Harripotter is carried off, hearing Oliana's words. "Alive might be worse than dead, Oli - Can you imagine having to live a half life? Sometimes I think it would be better to die than life in pain." A sage nod accompanies this as the Celestial egg rocks, and the Herder girl trails off. Celestial.. or Duct tape? She likes both. Tug-tug on Squa's hand. "I'm watching, Squa. Look! A blue! Hey, where's Pyrene? She'd like to see this.."

Hiza peeks to the Galleries, where her daughter is.. beaming and probably burbling to the poor nanny who got stuck with her about mommy and FyFy and Squally and Siah and Scarey(that would be Settitch).... and then back to the Sands. "Erk... well that's... I hope the rest are nicer." Nodnod, and she finds herself without the juice. Not that she wants it. "Oooo! Not /that's/ a nice dragon." The brown or the blue? Probably both.

Lhana squeaks, leaping into the air as another dragonet appears on the sands. Followed by another. "Good Faranth. What is going -on-??" Poor, poor confused Lhana. Nothing for it but for her to just keep on doing the CandieDance, and cling to...Settitch? Where did Settitch go?? "Settitch! Get back here!!" but as she doesn't think to look behind Fy, she just turns to the first person she sees... "Moe!" she shouts, "Hand! Now!" Meaning, hold it. Now.

Taesha tilts her head to watch the new brown, attention barely diverted by the dark blue that then hatched. "Nice, isn't he?" she addresses the Candidate nearest, moving fretfully from foot to foot as her feet start to scorch.

Fyria wonder, since Settitch is a leech, will he melt if she pours salt on him? Too bad she can't find out...instead, she settles for literally /whapping/ him across the shoulder. "Will you let /go/? It's too shardin' hot out here for that nonsense!!" And thus, worming herself free, she turns...and cheers loudly as a brown /and/ a blue appear. Still...she eyes her two favs as they tempt and taunt. Meh. Sage and Tevya are grinned at impishly even as she looks back at the stars of the show.

Oliana turns at Azia's words. "Let's hope he heals better than half-life!" she squeaks nervously, glancing at Kirana. Suddenly, she tightens up on her hold. "Yes. We'll watch out for one another. This group's got me--" Her words are cut off by a blue hatching. "Well that one looks a /bit/ better, no?"

The newly-hatched little brown, let's call him Momma's Boy Brown Dragonet, nudges with his nose at the egg shards that cling to him. Gooey! Encouraged by his mother's cooing, though, he stumbles to his feet, waving with his wings until he gets his balance. 'Like this, mama?' his expression seems to read, his eyes intent on her, his mind intent on gaining her approval.

Sentinel Scarecrow at Dusk Blue Dragonet stands slowly, his gangly wings pushed away from body and a moaning creel is given, ringing out as he stretches forth his head. Redly whirling eyes gaze slowly around the rows of white robed things, a tentative step forward taken. Egg goo and small shards still cling to his damp hide, falling to the sands at each movement called forth.

Peregrin shoves Meriadoc in front of him as blue follows brown, egging him on. "Go get 'em, Merry. You're not /scared/, are you? Pervy vegetable fancier." That last is muttered under his breath, and Merry - when he recovers his balance - makes a rude gesture for Pippin (and all of Pern) to see.

Squaln nods and his pulse quickens when more dragonets hatch. Blue eyes peer at both of them and he remains where he is for now, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Everything will be alright.." he says reassuringly to Azia. "Just.. breathe.." Ok, now /he's/ breathing..

Fluorescent Glare Glinting Off Scalpel Egg still doesn't want to move much, still in a very tremulous, anticipating way. Soon enough, perhaps, it will be time, but these things are tricky. Too soon and you'll have as many problems as too late, after all.

Lorsalia nods to Hiza. "Yes, much nicer than that Ringwraith." She agrees, sipping from the bottle of juice in a much calmer manner. She giggles at the brown looking for Chayath and her gaze flips to the unfocused one typical of dragonspeaking. After a moment, she says again, "He's just so adorable!"

Kirana goes wide eyed, "Blueblueblueeee!!" She inspects the newly hatched dragon, "He's all....blue. Pretty though. Oooh, cute brown! He's all...attatched to his mother." She nods quickly to Oli, "'Least he's not all scary looking." She squeezes Jundi's hand, and gives Sei a shaky grin, "What d'you think?"

Mimi sidles closer and closer to the other candies, stopping only when she's about to knock them over. "Brown. Blue," she states as the eggs crack. "Ohmigosh," she says again tugging on a lock of green curls habitually.

Tevya's gaze soon returns to the eggs as more begin to shake. Her hands alternately squeezing Fyria and Sage's as she makes murmured comments. Occasional glances go towards Druseth, Tevya still slightly wary of the brown. Which then draws her attention to the /other/ brown on the Sands, and Tevya grins. "Almost like his dad, neh?" Phial of Galadriel egg is noticed as it hatches, Tevya's mouth forming an 'o' of surprise. "Oh..shells.. He's gorgeous Fyria! I don't know.."

Sikkyen squeaks. "Izza blue. A /nice/ looking blue. Decent-looking, atleast." His gaze wanders, and the lad wonders over whom the blue will pick. He stares at Merry. "Look'it'that." Fluorescent's eyed for a long moment. Favorite egg. Mark as an automatic glanceover when it hatches.

Sage shifts her weight slightly, and she loses her concentration on what was going on around her as the blue hatches. "Ooo...all boys first. Neat!" She turns to give Fyria and Tevya a smile, and then shakes her head, "Lookit that brown...what a moma's-" She stops, and bites her lips. "I should just hush...I'm not really the type to be mean..." But moma's boys act like girls- in her eyes- and she doesn't like that...ahem. Again, Sage gets distracted by eggs and dragonets, and doesn't hear much from the Candidates.

Miralwyn, still shaking her head at Ringwraith's appearance, is suddenly distracted by the arrival of another dragonet. A blue one. Cue clinging, even as she offers an attempt at humour. "Well, I may still win my bet about the /number/ of blues. And he's certainly better looking." See Wyn, See Wyn ramble.

Taesha allows herself a giggle at the brown, looking at Chayath herself to see the gold's reaction. And Shaela's, too, of course. "Silly thing, you need looking after," she tells the hatchling, sand-dancing a few steps towards him.

Everyone's Favorite Not-Shiny Colorless Industrial Strength Adhesive Duct Tape Egg wiggles, all ready-to-hatch-like, straining at the seams to break free.

Mosiah continues to blink benignly upon the hatching eggs, only showing a touch of interest at the recently hatched and dusky blue. I mean, its /blue/ for Faranth's sake. Nose twitches and he starts to life a hand up to wipe the bit of perspiration that has beaded upon it, only to have his hand clutched, more than likely dragging the one who did the grabbing closer to him. He glances over his shoulder, spying Lhana and causing a wide grin to take his features. "You aren't nervous now, are you?" he teases.

Tyara steps away for a moment to write herself a note.

Oliana nods to Kirana, forgoeing words (for now) so she can use her two eyes. Blue orbs dart to quickly check the condition of the other eggs before she looks at the new dragonets. A smile flickers across her face at the brown, and she really beams at the blue, who though lanky, seems to have it together.

Tyara returns from writing herself a note.

Elven Forests Egg shivers a little, rocking ever so gently, before falling dormant once more. Not for long. Perhaps.

Azia dances. Almost nances, really. How thoroughly undignified. "I like that egg, Squaln.." she coos, pointing to the Duct Tape egg. "And I hope Tevya gets the blue! Though I wouldn't want to visit Pyrene's hatred on anyone.. But Blues are nice. What do _you_ want, Squa?" Chatter. Chatter. Nervousness comes in the form of verbal diarrhea.

Lhana reaches out, her arms flailing for somebody, anybody to cling to. Ah. Fyria will do. And so she loops her arm through whichever one of Fy's happens to be even halfway free, and she clings, feeling the heat replace leftover bathwater with sweat. Ewwww. Moe's teasing earns him a hefty glare. "Oh, not at all," she says sarcastically. And then again - "Hand. Now." Only when she has clingage on both sides will she be truly happy.

Momma's Boy Brown Dragonet receives his next set of orders from his mother: Impress that girl, the tall, skinny one with the grey-blue eyes, coming towards you. And so Momma's Boy Brown Dragonet meets Taesha halfway: Impression!

Squaln shifts his weight yet again and hopes that there won't be anymore injuries during this Hatching. That's too much to take in during a day's time. Oy. Azia is then poked. "I'm not too fussy.." he replies to the query. Blue eyes swiftly move about the terrain, pulse quickened. What an adrenaline rush..

Tyara steps away for a moment to write herself a note.

"Oooowie!!" yelps Settitch, rebuffed and poncing off to have a proper 19-Turn-old Weaver sulk. "You're so /mean/!!" Squeak, as another egg hatches, and he moves over to attempt to glom onto Kirana.

Angel Wings Egg shivers slightly, the feather-like shell waving slightly in the breeze coming from the warm, black sands. However, heaven still has its hold upon this angel, and so the ovoid halts its movements, content for the moment to gaze at the ongoing ruckus from afar.

Tyara returns from writing herself a note.

Fyria squeezes Tevya's hand as she watches the blue. "Shells, he's a beaut!!" Secretly, she wonders: who will he choose? She peers around towards the other Candidates with a faint grin, ticking off names in her head. Leaning in to whisper towards Lianta, she chuckles, child-like. "He's adorable...I'm betting her goes for.." and her words are lost in the fray. Lhana's cling draws her attention, and she shifts her now-searing feet (feel the burn!) as she nudges the Candidate. "Dear Faranth. It's really happening." Thud.

Lianta slinks over to Mimi, determined not to get herself eaten by a dragonet. A shy smile for her, and she watches the Dawn at Sea Egg closely. Murmur murmur... "Taesha! Congratulations!" And there's two down, is her dragon here today?

"Whoooooo! Go, Taesha!" Sikkyen hollars, at the top of his lungs. Heeeeeeeey... that boy can /yell/. Miralwyn's gripped. "I wonder what's next," he half-happily, half-anxiously remarks.

Kirana looks over at Dawn at the Sea egg, "Oooh. It'll be all...broken in not too long." Pout. "Hey Seilyn, d'you know if we're 'llowed to take the eggshards after the dragons have all hatched and wobbled off." Taesha gets congrats and a grin, but....eek Settitch is coming. "Oooliii, hidemehideme." She mutters, trying to sort of duck behind her again. But this time its the Pervy-Lace-Fancier she's hiding from.

Jundi nods to the Kirana,"Yes, very pretty," she responds calmly, pausing a moment to scan the galleries as there are no SkeeryDragons wandering around the sands right now. "Hm. Lots of people," she says with a grin to any faces she can pick out in the crowd. "Oh look. THe brown Impressed to Taesha!"

"Awww!" Cute! Lylia claps as Taesha goes and Impresses. "Brown, too. Sensible. Perfect." Druseth gets a kiss blown his way. Smooch. Good Dru-lets.

Taesha gulps. Reaches out a hand. Smiles. Sinks to her knees. "Ngeth....." she murmurs, wrapping thin arms around his rather chubby neck. Briskness returns. "Come on then, let's get you some food, dearest."

Mimi holds out a hand for Lianta as she bounces around,"I reallyreally wish I had time to get sandals," she whines, kicking up a few grains of stand with her shuffling.

Hiza nods at Lorsa, though she's gone mostly quite, bouncing in quite an unprofessional non-AWLM way. But hey, she just got the job, and.. there are little draggies all over the sands being cute and Impressing and /aww/. "I hope there are lots of greens.. but not /too/ many," she ammends, after a moment, though she doesn't embellish further.

Sentinel Scarecrow at Dusk Blue Dragonet knows what he wants. His love is out there somewhere... he just has to find them. Wings are given a shake as he waddles along the sands-- bad move on his part. One catches upon a clump of the granules and trips him up, nose burying in the sand after a surprised squawk is given. He pauses there, eyes fastly whirling before righting himself and taking a seat upon his haunches, head shaken. Father is looked too for a moment... and the mother. What did I do wrong? Creeling again, he waits there. He's not moving until he figures out wings from paws.

Oliana points at the eggs that are as yet, unhatched. To be more specific, she caught Elven Forests' movement. "I always liked that one. I wonder what will be in /that/ one?" she breaths, her voice alternating sharply between loud and high pitched, to shaky and soft, as if she were going through puberty right there on the sands. And then Kirana hides behind her again. From the expression on her face, she doesn't blame her from jiding from Settitch, so other than some foot hopping, Oli doesn't bother to shift Kirana back again.

Meriadoc tries not to look too downcast as the brown chooses another over him, although Peregrin does snicker. "Maybe you should try flashing him, you skirt-wearing nancy," grumbles Merry, earning a punch from Pippin which results in an ultimately hilarious scuffle of sorts, as the only thing both of them can do well is slap each other.

Tyara steps away for a moment to write herself a note.

Mosiah has managed to miss the most of being clinged to. He was actually rather feeling lonely for a little bit there before his hand is extended to Lhana in offering. Be gentle with him? He flashes her a quick wink before looking back to the hatchlings with a prospective glance.

Tevya's gaze is switched between the brown and the blue, remaining on the brown as he seems to have Impressed. Clapping cheerfully, Tevya calls out a congratulations, before the blue is searched for and Tevya leans over to whisper to Fyria. A wink ends her words and the dragonets are studied once more. Tevya only cringing when the little blue takes a stumble. "Shells..he just did a nose plant!" Tevya replies, "Oh I hope he's alright. He looks dazed."

Squaln mumbles as he gets more hot sand in his sandals.. yet again. Oy. He then winces right afterwards, forgetting just how hot the Sands were. Eh heh. He should be a veteran with this stuff, but, his feet still are tender. "I need some water.." he comments randomly.

Lhana nodnodnodnodnods in response to Fy's comments. "Yes, it is." Can we say, SuperHyperActivelyNervous?? Not that quickly, I hope. "Hoo boy." And she bounces about, unable to keep her feet on the sands for too long. The HotSands CandieDance has a very quick tempo with this one. The Glowstick Egg is glanced at, and then her eyes lock onto the blue for a moment. "Oooh. Pretttty!" Then Moe's hand is extended, and she quite snatches it, clinging vice-like, but not so tightly as to injure anyone. Hopefully.

Lorsalia peers at Hiza. "Why? Well, it'd be better than getting a bunch of evil bronzes like that first one." She states, then peers at the sands. "Oh, I do wonder what will come from that dark egg, there." She hops from one foot to the next nervously, watching the blue dragonet.

Sage ooo's as she sees Taesha Impress, "Hey...look! She Impressed!" She calls congratulations towards her, though most likely unheard. "Whow ill the blue choose?" She, like Fyria, marks off names in her head, but says nothing at the moment until, "Oh I think she said his name was Ngeth or something...Ow!" She giggles at the blue dragonet, "How cute...don't you think so Tevya?" She laughs again, but it comes out in a nervous peel, and she hehs at the end. Nervouuus. "Oh he's fine...he just needs help..." She ebates shoving her friend out there, then decides against it. She doesn't make the choices.

Dawn at Sea Egg goes a little faster, rocking more, increased force as the waves begin to clash.

Lapis Lazuli blinks in from ::between::!

Taesha and brown Ngeth manage to shuffle themselves over to the sidelines; Taesha looks rather less than happy about being stuck next to Ringwraith.

Fyria grins and shouts out a congratulations towards Taesha. Rider number 2!! Nervously, she bites her lower lip and shuffles her feet, watching the blue and catching her breath as he stumbles. "Oh...careful, careful!" Tevya's whisper is heard, drawing a laugh from Fyria as she glances around excitedly. Fy giggles at Lhana's equally jumpy excitedness, then peers back at her favourite eggs again. Shhh...stay. Not yet! "Tev Tev Tev..." she mutters, squeezing the girl's hand.

Poor, poor Settitch. All the girls are hiding, and Sikkyen will kill him if he tries anything. So the WeaverCandie simply stands and shuffles.

Tyara returns from writing herself a note.

Sikkyen wigglesjiggles, jigging. "Y'know, the heat is incessant," is half-complained. Atleast NancyCandie won't bother him. Cause Ike will kill him if he tries anything, /indeed/. Tiredtiredtired. Hothothothot.

Kirana peers, briefly, over Oli's shoulder at the indicated egg. "Ooh. It's pretty! Bet whatever comes out goes to you!" She says cheerily. But quietly. Don't want to jinx anything at all...or tip the scary weaver boy. "Oh look!" This is exclaimed to all near her, and she forgets to keep quiet. "It's rocking more!" Dawn at the Sea egg is gestured to.

Azia shifts somewhat, nodding to Squaln. "You're right - I could use some water, too. It's terribly hot out here. Though the warmth /is/ a nice change." Settitch is eyed, and Azia finds herself looking for Miralwyn. "I hope Wyn doesn't get violent with that nancing Weaver fellow. Not before I do, anyway."

Hiza sniffles, "Because.. er.." Well, Hiza's sort of forever in love with Iss, and so new greens can't measure up, so she doesn't want to seem terrible if she doesn't compliment them as loudly. But she won't admit to this, oh no, "we've always got a lot of proddiness anyhow?" Cough. Right, she cares.

"Taesha!!!" Shaela, in a moment of rather unladylike excitement, begins jumping up and down. Taesha's not going to notice anyway, it won't matter -- she'll be too wrapped up in the joy of her new lifemate. Ngeth. "Haha! That'll show Catia, don't you think, L'shil?" the goldrider notes as she begins to calm down, now just revelling in the glee of having one up on her father's weyrmate.

Squaln runs a hand over his forehead to relieve some of the gathered sweat droplets that have been made known. Geez, it's hot. Too hot. Scorching hot. Perfect! 'Reaches is too cold.. it's nice to have warmth for once. "I agree." he replies to Azia with a grin.

"It is, after all, the Hatching Sands," notes Miralwyn, dry once more. The dragonets are staying away, you see. But, she's shuffling too. "Hmm..." she muses. "Do you suppose Druseth will do us a favour and eat Settitch?" /Feeel/ the love for the Nancy Weaver coming from this corner of the sands.

Oliana shakes her head at Kirana. "Who knows?" she says simply, shrugging, and neatly avoiding making any bets as to what goes to whom. Betting on sands. tsch. She grins as another impression is made, clapping her free hand to her thigh at Taesha, though it's probably lost in the hum and chatter.

Gyrating Glowsticks Egg whirls a bit once more, creating a glowing zigzagged pattern if seen from above. But, as before, when it finishes its tiny dance, it quiets again to be still.

Kh'ryn continues to watch the havoc upon the sands, his wine glass nearly emptied of its contents. Turning, he tears his gaze from the candidates and eggs, and searches for Lis. Fianlly seeing her, he motions with his glass that he needs a refill. Please.

HRWB walks in.

Sentinel Scarecrow at Dusk Blue Dragonet remains sitting, grumbling lowly before once more he stretches out his wings, and in that movement dislodges them of remaining shards though goo still lingers, and stands. Letting them drag lightly to either side of him, he takes a cautious step forward. A pause, as if waiting for his paws to trip him up. When nothing happens, he gives a gruff snort and once more moves along the sands towards the line of candidates. Reaching a small group, he eyes them, reaching out to sniff one and then another. Growl, nothing for him here, and so he moves on to another group...

Alright, who died and made Lis cocktail waitress? The greenrider trundles over and fills up Kh'ryn's glass as asked, drinking right from her own personal skin. Deeply.

Lhana turns, watching Taesha leave. Slowly, the actualness of what just happened dawns on her, and she calls "Taaaaeeshaaa! Congrats!" And then, she's back to bouncing spastically, probably the most hyperactive and jittery anyone's ever seen her. "FaranthFaranthFaranth." And then...pause. "Look! My favorite one moved!" But then...it stops. Pout. "Wonder who that one's going to?" Any ideas, anyone?

Tyara steps away for a moment to write herself a note.

L'shil bounces cheerfully beside her, shouting out happy but unintelligible things. Subsiding, he blinks at Shaela, then ohs: "Well, I think so, yes, since all's gone well. It's just - I think she was worried - that maybe the second time wouldn't, and then Taesha'd be, and all. I'm thrilled for her, though. Brown. Isn't it a great color, Lylia?"

"Whoo-/hoo/!" Yeah, Druseth, do us a favor. Please kill the pervy lace-fancier.Please. Sikkyen is innocent. All innocence, shwear. "So, 'Wyn, do ya still want to bolt?"

Tyara returns from writing herself a note.

Mosiah is jerked closer to Lhana as she begins to bounce. "Oif. I'd like to keep that hand. It has its uses, you know." Yet again, another grin flashed in teasing before he blinks after the newly impressed pair, calling a congratulations out.

Shaela's favourite people always seem to Impress brown. Hmm.

Everyone's Favorite Not-Shiny Colorless Industrial Strength Adhesive Duct Tape Egg quivers.

Miralwyn offers a wryly edged smile to Sikkyen. "I... think I'll hold off a bit. They seem to be leaving me alone this time... Unless you want to?" A vague hopeful note. "Still... I suppose I should like to stay and laugh if Settitch Impressed a bronze or somewhat."

Everyone's Favorite Not-Shiny Colorless Industrial Strength Adhesive Duct Tape Egg gives a last good writhe, the shell finally giving in to the stress. /Finally/. Man, that stuff really does last forever, work for anything...

Sentinel Scarecrow at Dusk Blue Dragonet down the line he trods, seeming to become more annoyed as he goes. Candidates are sniffed and as quickly disgarded; eyeballed and left to sulk after him. Over hillock and sand mound does the little blue tromp, pausing as two candidates move to stand in his way. Harshly whirling eyes regard them carefully before he pointedly moves around them, nose in the air as he continues his search. Little paws move slower and slower, tail drags along with wings in the sands. Will he never find the one for him? And then there's a flux in the crowd of candidates and he catches just a fleeting glimpse of the perfect person for him. A high-pitched cry is cast forth and wings and tail are picked up, paws scrambling through the sands. His one. Her, he's found her! Stumbling again, he comes to a skidding halt and bumps lightly into Tevya with a resounding cry of happiness, red switching to a lighter tone hinted with green and blue as talosn reach out to wrap into her white robe.
Sentinel Scarecrow at Dusk Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Tevya, and steps forward.

HRWB walks out.

Everyone's Favorite Not-Shiny Colorless Industrial Strength Adhesive Duct Tape Egg clings a bit longer, but even the most resilient and versatile of things must succumb eventually. With a sound more akin to ripping than to cracking, a precise line traces along the divide between gray and cream, the crack showing but not quite falling apart yet. Precision is abandoned in a messy explosion, egg goo flying everywhere as a dark shape springs out.

Fighting the Shadow Blue Dragonet
Midnight blue so dark it kisses black capes this spy in shadows, caliginous shadows that absorb all light into the depths of soul-blighting night. A formal flash of periwinkle triangles caresses the base of his throat, whilst bladed silver strokes the edges of his spine and tuxedo's ebony cleaves to his lean and agile body. Only a subtle shift in hue suggests the change in color on his wings; a few shades lighter than his night-shrouded body, voluminous sails billow from the elegance of his gaunt wingarches, shimmering silvery blue above his sleek and immaculate hide. This dragon's wily strength lends itself well to the fire in his eyes and the casual confidence of his bearing and demeanor.

Sikkyen jolts. After so long of a -- "WHOOOO! Tevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Sikkyen /shrieks/, bounces up and down, and does a /boogie/. Good Faranth! He's spazzing for his fellow candidate. Is that any surprise? No. Of course not.

Lhana turns to scowl at Moe. "I'm not gonna -break- it!" Hopefully. Her gaze goes back to flitting around spastically, returning her to her former, dizzyfied state. "Isn't he -pretty-, though?" she says, of the blue hatchling. And then - the Duct Tape Egg hatches another lovely blue. But she doesn't have time to pay attention to that, because - "Tevyaaaaaa!!!!!" she screams, leaping about with pure glee. "Oh, Tevytevytevyaaaa!" Turning to Moe, she announces, "Tevya Impressed one!!" As if he didn't know.

Squaln is tempted to yell out loudly and in his own authentic way, but, refrains. "Yeah Tevya!" he bellows, though. Smiling grandly, the lad waves his hand and peers at the new pair.

Azia shrieks. In Squaln's ear. "Tevya Impress, Squaln, Tevya Impressed! I knew she'd get him! Wasn't I right? I'm right!" As always. Whee! "And another Blue! I like Blues the best.. Though it's surprising a Bronze hatched first, don't you think?"

Kirana peers...well the coast is clear, no more scary nancing weaver boy. She creeps out from behind Oli, just in time to see that scarecrow blue go to, "Teeev!! TevTevTev!!" She exclaims. Loudly. Bouncing all the while. "Oooh! Tevya! Yay! TevTevTevyaaaa!" Jundi, Oli, and Seilyn all get nudges, "LookitLookitLookit! It's *Tev*!!"

Sage gapes as the blue comes toward Tevya, and she laughs happily, "Tevya! Oh Tevya!" She realeases her hand easily and quickly so as not to get in the way and covers her mouth excitedly before turning to Fyria, "Tevya Impressed!!!" She squeezes Fyria's hand, and bounces slightly, trying to remain calm, "How exciting!!"

Fighting the Shadow Blue Dragonet shakes off shards of eggs even as he takes his first awkward spring forward. Eyes regard the wave of white, then the blue takes cocky, rolling steps forward, looking for anything amiss.

Miralwyn jumps up and down. Yes, really, Wyn is jumping. "Tevya!" she calls over. "WONDERFUL!!" All right, so it's a restrained, Wynnish, sort of applause. But she means it.

You remember that Tevya is the rider of blue Kihaelth of Ista Weyr and Junior Weyrling Wing.

Fyria suddenly finds an arm free as....Tevya Impresses!!! "TEVYA!!!" Fyria claps her hands together and jumps excitedly (okay, so part of that was for her hot, hot feet) as her dearest friend Impresses. "GO Tev!!!!" Bounce, hop, skip, shimmy. THen..hello. Another blue! Fy coos appropriately as she eyes it up and down. WEll now, isn't /he/ a beaut.

Mosiah chuckles softly, giving Lhana a reassuring squeeze to her hand, before allowing his gaze to rove back to the sands. Well, he was going to look at the other eggs, only that Tevya went and managed to imprss that dusky blue dragon. This elicits a blink from the young man, quickly followed by a beaming smile. "You go girl!"

Jundi gasps and tugs on Kirana's hand,"Tevy! Tevy Impressed!" A grin flashes across her face as she hops, both in excitement and hot feet.

Oliana bounces a few times with Kirana. "Tevya!" she cries, only wincing slightly at the scream in her ear thanks to Kirana. She doesn't care. She's too excited. "And look! Another blue is out there!" She points her free arm, swinging it from Tevya to the newest hatching. "Look!" As if Kirana cannot see for herself.

"Huzzah! Tevya!" Lis cheers as she spots the Impression, taking another congratulatory toast from her wineskin. Mmm.

Tevya grins as the blue rights himself, before turning back to the clutch. "He's okay now. He just got up." This is just incase anyone really didn't see that.. "He's so cute though.." Eyes flicker back to the blue as Tevya shifts yet more on the Sands, face slightly flustered from the heat. "Oh! There goes that one egg.." Fingers point out the one egg before Tevya's attention returns to that one little blue. Watching as he comes closer, and closer to her..until he bumps right into her. Friends hands are released as Tevya utters a cry of surprise. Dropping to her knees, Tevya wraps her arms around his neck and burries her face into his soft hide. "Oh Kihaelth! I never doubted for a second!" Head is brought back up as she glances around, "He's Kihaelth!"

Taesha beams, one arm snuggled around Ngeth's neck. "See, that's Tevya - she was a Candidate with me last time, and neither of us Impressed then - they were pretty ugly dragonets actually. Not like you." Seems that having a lifemate has loosened Taesha's tongue, and made her loose her sense of tact and diplomacy.

Seilyn watches as the blue heads up to Tevya and jumps up once, clapping. "Go Tev!!" She calls out. Hearing the name, her smile only grows. Well, it /is/ a lovely name, if she does say so herself. Which she doesn't, but.. Shifting about on the sands, her eyes now go towards the next blue to be hatched, regarding.

Squaln rubs his ear right after Azia screeches aloud. Beam. That's a good sign when the little blue chose his lifemate so quickly. Nod. "Isn't it great?" he asks. Oo. Kihaelth is a very spiffy name for a blue dragon! Beam again. This is great.

Sikkyen is, of course, bouncing with Miralwyn. He can't resist. She doesn't really jump that often, y'know. "Kihaelth.. Beautiful, handsome, wonderful name." Tevya. Tevya Impressed. He's psyched. The next dark blue draws his attention, and he eyes him for a long, long moment.

Lianta just bounces happily about. "Tevya-Tevya-Tevya!" Whooo-hoo! "Kihaelth! How pretty!" She's grinning like a fool now. Not like she wasn't before, or that she's not.

Kirana sees. Yes she does! "Blue! Another blue! Blueblueblue!" Right, the adrenalines really racing now. She's very into this hatching thing at this point. "Kihaelth! Tev and Kihaelth! So pretty! Handsome! Whatever!" Bounce. "I'm so glad for her! And him! Oooh, and that blues really pretty."

Hiza grins widely, calling, "Tttttteeevvvvvvvvviiiiiieeee!!" Though she didn't get all swoony over the previous Impresses, she's all bursting at the seams with cheers for the Weyr's newest bluerider. Whee. "Kihaelth? Oh, I like his name. Isn't it a good name, Lorsa?"

Mimi claps her hands together as Tevya Impresses the blue. "Tevya! Oh he's /lovely/!" she calls to the new rider, backing up to cling to Fyria's newly unoccupied hand.

Gyrating Glowsticks Egg dances again, each movement with a faster beat, as if impatient to begin the party.

Hyzen cheers as the blue chooses Tevya, a peircing whistle issued before she trots towards her friend and now fellow dragonrider. "Come with me, Tevya. He's got to be starving. Kihaelth, you said? Lovely name... absolutely lovely. Just follow me, to the side here... we have food."

Lhana beams over at Tevya. "And such a pretty name, too!" Then she turns back to the other blue. "And another blue! Shells, we've just got loads of them out there today!" Bounce, bounce. Ooooh...hot-hot-hot. A glance down to make sure her skirt is still in place, and she hops again. And then, she sees - "And look! That pretty colorful one is moving again!" Beam. Beeeeeam for her favorite egg.

Miralwyn is smiling slightly. On anyone else, it would be a wide, face-splitting grin of pride. She bounces a few more times before returning to quiet near-poise. "Lovely name. Kihaeleth... Oh, now would you look at the next one..." she directs, pointing towards the darkling blue.

Lorsalia wrinkles her nose and gulps more juice. "I sup/pose/ it's nice." She says, eyeing the new blue as well. "But it's short. Yajisarath is much prettier." Of course.

Overflowing Bubble Bath Egg hopples, topples, burst your bubble!

Overflowing Bubble Bath Egg quivers -- quavers -- twitches with growing agitation and the spider-webbed rupturing of bright shell, foamy contours warping as increasing cracks leak out first a clawtip, and then the barest glimpse of 'sail. Illusive rainbows tremble, wings jousting chips of soapy-white to thrust triumphantly above the ruined bubbles: Dark-Dwelling Moth Green Dragonet unfolds from her captivity, still a-glimmer with the shattered rainbows' enchantment.

Night-Dwelling Moth Green Dragonet
Mischievous moth-sparkles diffuse amongst the luminous edelweiss of this tiny dragon's spritely self, motes masking the enchanting upward sweep of pinions with glitz and whispering a subtle shimmer over her rounded cheeks. Glass-slick, the merry twinkle of her sharp talons is lost within the shadowy alcoves of encompassing 'sails and sloping sides; forests wreathed with twilight's misty blue divert glamour from her wide, alert eyes and tangle down the slant of her spine, neckridges rising in sharp relief. Her diminutive profile is dominated by the captivating cant of headknobs and the lambent hunter-green of her tidy tail, vibrancy held as elegance against the power surrounding her pixy's sprawl.

Squaln notes that this candidate class is a group of troopers who can get through anything. His hands clap once and he's still smiling at the newest blue pair of the 'Reaches. His eyes then trail around to the other eggs which are rocking and quivering at their own pace. Hiza is then glanced at too..

Oliana seems to be all over excited nerves, now, as if everyone of them is pronging and boinging about in the heat and excitement of the sands as the first candidate she really knows--one she actually rather liked--impresses. Though that fear of hers is settled just below the skin, for now she's celebrating. "And a green!" the girl squawks, sounding not unlike a firelizard who's tail has just been trodden upon.

Azia eyes the latest hatchling, a green. "And a green. Good. I was hoping for that, too. Looks like I'm getting everything I hoped for.." Let's hope the trend continues, neh? "Oh, I'm so happy for Tev!"

Fyria's eyes widen even further as a green suddenly arrives on the Sands. Her free hand is comandeered by Mimi now as Tevya heads off with her new lifemate, and Fyria grins after her. "She soooo deserved to Impress, eh?" Mimi gets a wink, then it's back to dragon watching.

Fluorescent Glare Glinting Off Scalpel Egg trembles once more, much more visably now. It's time, it must be... hopefully this won't hurt too entirely.

Tevya is lost. Literally lost. Kihaelth remains by her side, one arm draped across his neck as she continues grinning. "Oh he's so..I can't believe it!" Hyzen is given a nod as Tevya finally remembers there are other people out here on the Sands, "Right..come on Kihaelth.." Her friends and fellow Candidates given a last wave and a departing, "Good luck guys!"

Sikkyen quietly beams. Here's a green to diffuse the two blues; inneresting. "Pretty green," he comments. Hm. Eyes traverse over the girls - and guys. Yeah. Whom will the little lady choose?

Fluorescent Glare Glinting Off Scalpel Egg shifts slowly, incision-like crack working its way down the beaded line of crimson. Leathery surface opens and falls away from itself neatly, shattering only once it hits the scorching Sands. Revealed within is the beating, waiting life of Contemplating the Void Brown Dragonet, ready for operation.

Contemplating the Void Brown Dragonet
Rare medireview spirit, brooding seer, oh what grand and lonely warrior is stretched between the endless abyss of tail's boundless shadows and the bright starfire of a whiskered nose. Melting magma brown hulls this solar class dragon, dark armor beneath the supernova of carmine and gold that inflames his hallowed chest and slipstreams the sublime sway of spine's steppe Nothingness; restless and daring, hotter coals in scalding red tumble down muzzle's indignant sweep. But it is intuition that lifts his vast and starry sails, thrown into the air as if his wings yearned for something more than the confines of narrow arches and those wicked ash-dark spars. Andromeda swirls brighten his resolute talons and venture up lanky forelegs curled close to the volcanic pyre of his burning, broad-built frame. Self-poised, self-centered, this muse, this mercenary, his strange awareness awed by the sweet repentance of soulful eyes: infinite.

Fighting the Shadow Blue Dragonet swaggers down the line, sizing each of the candidates up in turn. Yeah, punk, want a piece of this? He eyes the dubious suspects each in turn, then spots one further down the line, one that tickles at his memory...

Sage is obviously still trying to get over Tevya's Impression, so excited for her friend that she's mumbling Kihaelith over and over and rolling it off her tongue. "Wonderful...just wonderful!" She slaps her hand against her knee and grins at Fyria again, shaking her head of curls quickly. "Amazing." Her eyes watch the eggs then, only to see Overflowing Bubble Bath Egg burst into a green dragonet. She gasps, her hand squeezing Fyria's most likely too tightly, "Oh /Fyria...looook." She smiles widely, "Beautiful..." She's trying not to get her hopes up, and so she looks around at other dragonets and eggs. "Oh another brown!" It's a distracted voice, though, even as she admires it.

A truce is called between Merry and Pippin momentarily as the two contemplate what took the Duct Tape egg so long. "I think it's a shoddy dragon," declares one, the other giggleing, "Perhaps it was broken!" Snickersnort.

Lhana tears her gaze away from the Glowsticks Egg as the Bubble Bath egg suddenly hatches into a lovely, shiny little green. "Oh look, Fy, Moe, Lookit!" And she flails, pointing at it - and dragging their hands along too. "A greeeeen. Isn't it -gorgeous-??" She giggles, and then points them toward the brown too. "And the brown." But then her attention turns back to the green. "Just look at her. Who do you think she'll go to?" Shinnnnny.

Squaln stands with Azia and his pulse starts to quicken when a brown is hatched onto the Sands. This is /so/ nerve wracking.. and this is his third time being a candidate? Somebody slap upside the head for going through this all again... but it's worth it! A blue, green and brown are glanced at quickly..

Sikkyen pauses, and quietly observes the brown; a quiet smile is given.. "Hey, we've got a blue, a green, and a brown on the sands," he remarks to Miralwyn, offhandedly. "..don't we?"

Azia sneers at Merry and Pippin. Nances. "Hey, it wasn't _broken_.." she hollers indignantly. "He was just challenged. If anything's broken around here, it's your manners. I hope you both.. you both get _trampled_." So there. Hrmph. "I hope Fyria gets that Blue.. She deserves one, don't you think? Or maybe the green.."

Oliana nods, taking this moment to brush back sweat dripping on her face. Eww? Yes. But it's hot out here. "Look at that brown, too! Well, he's got...got...confidence, doesn't he?" she says to those around her, nodding to Kirana. A fool of a (took?) smile is spread liberally across her face.

Mimi nods excitedly as she watches Tev and the blue leave. "Ooooh they're so pretty.Oh green. Brown. The green's preeeetty." She hops from foot to foot, checking quickly to make sure the bottom of her feet haven't blistered yet. "And so's the blue. Brown is too, really..."

Night-Dwelling Moth Green Dragonet shakes off the last gooey egg-bits - tres unflattering on her hide! Ooh look, people! Her tiny head is lifted high as she looks at them all in turn - well, most of them. She's distracted by a few likely subjects in that cluster over there... then again, how could she ever /pick/ from all those wonderful people! They must all be so very nice and obliging. Err, adoring. Right, adoring.

Lorsalia beams and watches the green, dancing up and down in glee. "Oh, she's so pretty! And kinda...well, she's silveryish where Yajisa's golden." the rider finally decides with a nod and a cheer for the hatchling.

Mosiah blinks as his hand is drug up as Lhana points at the hatching dragonets. "Yeah, I can see them, Lhana. Nice..." His grin grows momentarily as he eyes each one in turn with an appreciative glance.

Fyria shuffles nervously, now, glancing at the two colours out there that she adores the most. Her lower lip is nibbled again as she shuffles from one foot to the other, hot feet beginning to distract rather annoyingly. Still, her eyes widen as the green looks about, and Fy can't help but giggle. But then again, there's that darkishly handsome blue, with absolutely /gorgeous/ colouring. Shells...

"Awwww!" Lylia just cooooooes at the brown, another little beam offered. Pretty! She likes pretty. "And /Druseth/, what a lovely green. Oh, you are a /star/. Oh, and Chayath, too." Gotta remember the Mama, in the end. Right? Right. She'll miss her sands and her lack of weyrlings.

"Quite a beauty, that one," allows Miralwyn, nodding towards the green, before replying equally casually "Yes, blue, green and brown, in that order... Much better looking than that bronze beastie..."

Squaln takes in everything all at once and takes a step closer to the group around him. "This is great.." he says to no one in particular. He then grins and is having a pretty good time, actually. Blue eyes blink at the eggs all around and then at the newly hatched dragonets.

Jundi continuously tugs on Kirana's hand as things are in full swing. "They're lovely, don't you think? And they don't /look/ like they'er going to hurt someone, right?" Let's hope. Maybe the bronze was the wierdo of the clutch.

Contemplating the Void Brown Dragonet doesn't let on if he's aware of all the announcements of his coming into life. Oh no, he gives an efficent little shake to clear off that coating of goo, and then pauses within his wreath of egg shells, breathing slowly. His head swivels, overlooking the white-clad personages thoughtfully for a long while. He'll move, eventually.

Fighting the Shadow Blue Dragonet beelines towards that one who tickles his memory. He swaggers to a stop in front of the black-eyed herder girl, and for a moment he almost seems to wear a cocky grin. After all, his partner stood up for him, which is what partners do. Maybe they can go trample those nancing, hairy-footed candidated together, hmmm?

Angel Wings Egg swivels a little. All the shell-cracking going on has caused another breeze to rustle this egg's feathers. Like a tiny ship upon a vast ocean, the ovoid wobbles some more, the golden treasure prime for plucking. But alas, no such luck as of yet. But its time will come, never fear.

Fighting the Shadow Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Azia, and steps forward.

Sage's green gaze is drawn to the Night-Dwelling Moth Green Dragonet again, and she watches it closely. She shifts her weight back and forth, as if her feet were burning, yet she did have sandals on. Silly girl. "Oh...I wish they'd hurry up- this is agnozing." She says it with a smile to Fyria and taps her toe. She points to the brown, trying to distract herself, "Preettty brown. Yep- what's he doing?"

Kirana suddenly realizes *just* how many dragons there are out there before them. Deffinatly more than she has eyes. "Oooh. Oli! They're gonna gang up on us!" Cling. If anything the phincrafter-candidate is getting more nervous as the time goes by. "They're amazing!" She agrees with Jundi. "They don't...I guess..." She's reluctant to agree. "That bronw one isn't even moving."

Lianta's grin is so broad now that it's probably half of her face. A blue, a green and a brown, all looking for their riders. And they're all pretty cute. She heard about the last ones. Eek.

Shaela has returned to a mostly-calm state, now, although she still occasionally darts proud looks at Catia in the galleries. Mwaha. The eggs are Hatching more quickly now, and Impressions seem to be all over the place. That Tevya girl who stood for Druseth's previous clutch Impresses -- good on her, she and Taesha got along, didn't they? -- followed by other Candidates whom the goldrider is not nearly so familiar with.

Lhana dances back and forth, eyes locked onto the beautiful green. Her mouth opens to comment, and then... "Azzzziaaaaaa!" Then she gestures her clingmates over at Azia. "Looook! Loooooooooook! Azia Impressed!" Bounce bounce. Squeal. Oh, so -exciting-!!

Oliana bites her bottom lip and nods once, as if deciding something in her head. "After that first one, I was starting to worry," she says hurridly, that twanging excitement also relenting to a little caution as she watches the blue, the green, and the brown all out on the sands now roving about. And then....then there's no blue to worry about! "Azia!" she cries.

Azia drops to her knees, taking the Blue's head in her hands in quiet awe. "A lot of Blues, yes.. Oh, Diulnyth, I'm so glad you found me!"

Kirana sees the blue. Kir sees the blue Impress. "Azziiiiiaaaaa!!" She squeals. Loudly. As is usual at this point. Bounce, hop, bounce. "Azi! Azi! Azi! Oh /wow/, it's Azia!" She exclaims excitedly. "Azi and Diulnyth! Ooh, so pretty!" She pauses, adding thoughtfully, "What'll she do with Boy now?"

Sikkyen observes the green and the brown -- and then, there he is, there's -- Azia. And then, he wrenches free, and does a movement that's possibly physically impossible -- he leaps in the air, kicks out both legs, and pumps his arms. "Ziiiiiiiiiiz!" is positively /squealed/. His friend impressed! The one who helped him birth those llama twins, /Impressed/! "Diulnyth.. That's a mouthful," is beamed.

Squaln lets go of Azia's hand when the blue dragonet approaches her and makes himself known to them all. Watching the Impression happen right in front of him makes him tear up and just.. cry. Tears roll down his cheeks and he utters the blue's name, "Diulnyth.." he says. "Azia.."

Elven Forests Egg shudders once more with unseen breeze. Its movements almost hurried before it quiets once more.

Fyria dances again, moreso for Azia than for her feet's sake as another is Impressed. "Whoooo...go Azi!!!" Her eyes bright, she glances over at the remaining two dragonets with nervous anticipation, squeezing Mimi's hand. Probably hard, too. "Diulnyth...that's a /beautiful/ name!!"

Sage jumps up and down as she notices Azia Impress and claps a hand to her mouth, realeasing to go, "Yay! That's wonderful!!!" She grins, "Two blues...and brown, and a bronze have Impressed, yes?" She giggles and calls congrats again, waiting to hear the name of the newly hatched dragonet from his new lifemate. "Diulnyth?" She asks Fyria, "Is that what she said?" Absently, green eyes shift toward the other dragonets still wondering around, then back to the new pair, "Congrats!"

Mosiah flashes a soft smile to Azia, for all that the girl is probably completely wrapped up in her dragonet, grinning at her impress. "Diulnyth.... Nice name. Nice dragon," he idly comments before his attention is drug back to the hatching eggs, keeping a wary eye upon a wandering green.

Lhana grins, ear to ear, at the newly-impressed pair. "Diulnyth! What a lovely name!!" Faranth, at this point they're -all- lovely names. "Oh wow!" Bounce. "Wowie-wow-wow!!" Her gaze flicks about for another moment, from the brightly-colored eggie over to the green draggie, and then she tears it abruptly back to the pair. "Congrats!" Wheeeee!

Night-Dwelling Moth Green Dragonet creels softly - she's really getting hungry here, and there're, like, no-one who offers her food. How /rude/ is that! Really. Like she doesn't deserve better. Silly humans. A boy is looked upon closely, but discarded with a snort. She needs a grrrrlfriend!

And as Ike comes back down, Miralwyn jumps up. Not as impressively, of course, but still with an alto near-carol of "Azia! Diulnyth!" that somehow manages to be completely off-key. Harper, she is not. A slight blush at such outward display of emotion, and it's back to regarding the eggs and dragonets.

Squaln wipes the tears from his cheeks and tries to get a grip of himself before people start to notice him. Sqa? /Cry/? Yes, it's true. The blue Impressed to Azia right in front of him.. it was so, fulfilling. Nodding, he watches as the newest blue pair trudge off the Sands.

Contemplating the Void Brown Dragonet lifts himself to his feet, moving deliberatly, with no intention of klutzing up like some of his clutch siblings. A snort and a low rumble escape as he moves, head level, eyes swirling only minutely. Holding his wings out to allow them to dry, he begins his rounds, not even pausing at any of the candidates. Which one of these nancing creatures could possible be perfect enough to be -his- lifemate, anyway?

Country-time Setting Sun Egg splits along rays of light, revealing a little blue suddenly jolted into the world. Small and ever so adorable, he catches quite a few female eyes before Merry and Pippin launch themselves at him hopefully. Suddenly a chubby, cherubic blonde candidate barrels through the pair and is met halfway by a lurching blue. "That's Samwise," explains Peregrin in editorial as the blue Impresses -- Frodoth, to S'am -- "and he'd kill us if we tried anything."

Gyrating Glowsticks Egg insists on picking up the pace, shimmying and shaking to its own rhythm. Quicker and quicker, it threatens to fall into the sands, but pauses briefly. Catching its breath?

Azia rises to her feet, hand still resting atop Diulnyth's head as she helps him stagger over to Tevya, Taesha and that scary Bronze-dude. "C'mon, Diulnyth.. Come get something to eat.. Tev! Blues!" Well, at least she's off the sands and out from under everyone's feet.

Chayath is not tremendously approving of the manners of her daughter, Night-Dwelling Moth Green Dragonet, but perhaps this is something she can attempt to correct in the future. Really. Snorting at Candidates.

Dawn at Sea Egg gives a whirlpool twirling, a rock back and forth as the timbers begin to shake and the stormy shell begins to quake. Time?

Seilyn continues to dance back and forth restlessly on the sands, her

Lianta glances around as Azia and her Diulnyth go off the sands. Is Squ crying? Blink. But the green is stll waiting, and ooh... The Dawn at Sea Egg is starting to move.

Oliana once again claps her hand to her thigh, one half of her body consisting mainly of Kirana-cling. "Look, look! It'll be alright," she saying between "Wow! Over there! See that!" This is scambled, hot, Oli. She's red faced and sweaty, her hair like a mop on her head. But she does catch the other impression. "Frodoth! That's a nice name. Nice dragon, too." The bakerette calls out her congratulations.

Sikkyen laughs his rear off. By the green's airhead attitude versus the brown's stoic self - and, of course, Azia's beautiful blue. And Tevya's, too. Sikkyen bounces on the balls of his feet, eyes shining. Hey, weird -- he doesn't even seem to notice how /scary/ some of these dragons are. Hey, maybe.. Size Matters Not?

Jundi tugs on Kirana's hand as she also hops a couple times, grinning as people Impress then turns around to point at the Dawn at Sea Egg. "Ohh /look/," she breathes as the egg looks like it's close to hatching...not that all of them don't look that way.

Hiza wants to run out and huggle Sqa, but instead bounces, calling her congratulations merrily to the new riders and her assurances to the expectant candidates. "Awww, S'am and Frodoth... that's cute." Don't ask her why, but it is.

Seilyn continues to dance back and forth restlessly on the sands, her hands slippery with sweat though...no one will notice that, right? She cheers as Azia impresses, then her eyes go back to the hatchlings. She's learned her lesson about looking away from the hatchlings on these sands well enough just by hearing about what happened to Harripotter.

Sage watches the green intently suddenly, smiling softly, but then turns away as she sniffs a boy. She doesn't see him stop, but she figures she ought to stop dwelling on the grrl. Ahem. "Handsome brown, no? Oh- did someone Impress?" She blinks and looks around, frowning, "Who Impressed?"

Ringwraith lashes his tail, staring intently at Frodoth across the Sands. Yes. Excellant. N'zgul gives a similarly predatory look to the blue dragon, neither of them seeming to notice S'am with him. Perhaps they'll try something...

Tevya glances up with a wide grin on her face as she spots Azia. "I know..aren't they just amazing?" Eyes continue to shine as Tevya rests a hand along Kihaelth's muzzle. "What's his name? I missed it..with Kihaelth.. and congratulations too!" A quick glance to the Sands is given, Tevya trying to spot the remaining Candidates on the Sands, "Oh I wonder who'll Impress next.."

Lylia watches S'am and Frodoth with a giggle. "Oh, /cute/." She wants! She wants! She'll like those two, really.

Kirana grips at Oli and Jundi. "Look you guys!" She exclaims, gesturing to The Dawn at Sea egg. "LookLookLook!" Catching the Impression of S'am to Frodoth she grins. "Alright S'am!" She cheers. "I know! I know!" Thats to Jundi. "It's going to hatch! It will!" Right...just like the rest of 'em.

Lhana catches Gyrating Glowsticks Egg moving, and turns. "Ha!" She'll watch it hatch, she's determined to. The picky little green gets a glance once the egg has stopped, and she grins at it. She keeps at least one eye on that Egg, though, lest she should miss some movement from it. Another impression is missed, and she shifts her weight back and forth. "These sands are sharding /hot/" she says, stating the obvious.

Taesha beams happily, watching the new Impressees, and sparing a hand or two to applaud. She's otherwise much too involved in soothing Ngeth - who, like all newly-hatched dragonets, is HUNGRY.

Contemplating the Void Brown Dragonet sniffs critically. There's just something so /wrong/ about all these white-robed nancies. That one is too fat, he decides, moving on from a well-fed boy from the Hold. The next one he contemplates is too scrawny, a very poor looking underfed girl... The next is too ugly for his tastes.. too whiny, too blonde, too sharding weak... ah-ha. The brown halts entirely, his head tilted upward toward a local boy, approving warble in his throat. This one is /perfect/. This one... his Sikkyen.
Contemplating the Void Brown Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Sikkyen, and steps forward.

Fyria giggles at S'am and Frodoth...aww, the perfectly cute couple! "Congratulations!" she shouts, wriggling a little in her robe. Okay, so maybe 3 belts around her waist was overkill. Should've invested time in shoes instead. Her eyes glance to her those eggs again briefly, then back to the green and brown on the sands. "C'mon..you can do it...you know which is for you!" Lip-nibble. Sage is chuckled at softly as she nods. "TEvya and Azia...great Faranth....oh!! Ike!!" Fy nearly falls over as she hoots and hollars a "Congrats Ike!!"

Squaln regains composure and stands a little taller than before, raising his chin a little. That was the first time he's cried in public and will probably be the last. Perhaps. When the blue Impresses to a boy, Sqa nods and bids his congratulations in that manner. He can't speak for a moment and just stands there, glancing at the eggs. Hiza is glanced at again. When another Impression is made, he nods. Ike! A brown!

Oliana nods frantically, trying to get some space for her feet before Kirana trips her up with her frantic gestures and clings. "Yes! Yes it moved!" she agrees, though her attention is more focused upon the green and the contemplative brown. Good thing, too. "Did--is that--Ike and--is that--?!" she stutters a few times before simply cheering. There's very little chance that she mistook it...she hopes. Otherwise she'll just pretend she's cheering on the eggs.

Judge me by my size, do you? *cough* The petite HealerCandie known as Wyn has returned to her watching, sandaled feet becoming slightly scorched as she neglects the constant foot-shuffle she's been employing as Ike is approached. And... Impressed! "Ike!!!" she almost squeaks. "Wonderful!"

Night-Dwelling Moth Green Dragonet creels. Loud! There, there, there! Ohh, this is too exciting - if she could bounce up and down and make screechy, annoying noises she would! But she can only make screeching annoying noises, and so she does, almost pouncing on Sage. What's up, girl?

One minute you're laughing, the other you're on your knees with your arms wrapped around a brown dragonet. Who'd'a thunk? "My Sidramuntalath," Sikkyen -- Sii'kyn -- breathes. "His name is Sidramuntalath!" is triumphantly bugled from the once-candie.

Gyrating Glowsticks Egg rocks hard, shimmering and dancing like there's no tomorrow- which, for the egg-form, there really isn't. This time, the movements show now sign of slowing. Instead, it speeds up,up,up, almost twirling.

Lianta cheers for Ike! A brownrider! In the heat of the moment, she forgets that she's standing on hot sand and falls over. "What's his name??" Oh, prettyful prettyful... hotness! Ouch. And Sage! More cheering!

Dawn at Sea Egg gives a roar and a crack of thunder, clouds looming into murky darkness as it seems to loooooom. Crunch.

Night-Dwelling Moth Green Dragonet turns jewel faceted eyes toward Sage, and steps forward.

Azia hollers. "Ike! Ike, a brown!" She's.. surprised, yes, but thrilled to itty bitty pieces nontheless. "Oh, his name is Diulnyth.. Isn't that beautiful? Ooh, and Kihaelth is gorgeous, too. And--.. SAGE!" Yet another shriek, accompanied by a waving of her one free arm. Diulnyth just plops into the sands, looking curiously at his clutchsiblings.

Mosiah chuckles softly before glancing over to spy... "Fardles! Ike impressed!" And to a brown at that. A beaming smile causes his dimples to deepen for a moment 'till he has cause to look to the other side of the sands and watch as Sage gets herself that green he was warily keeping an eye on before.

Squaln stands among his fellow remaining candidates and nods when Sage deems worthy of Impression. He grins finally and his pulse quickens. So many Impressions are happening all around! Yay Sage!

Kirana suddenly bounces. Again. But hey, it's a way to vent excitment. "Iiikkeeee!!!" She squeals. Again. "IkeIkeIkeIkeSiikkyeeeen!" She grins widely. "Oooh he got the brown! Oh wowOhwow! Ike! Ike and...and...Sidramuntalath!" The long name is kind of stumbled over. But then it's...it's..."Saaage!! SageSageSage!! Sage and...and the green! Sage!" More squealing in general.

Gyrating Glowsticks Egg twirls in place, rocking around its base in ever widening motion. Brilliantly blinding, the colors blur into a chartreuse green - or a lemon yellow - or perhaps tangerine orange as a nest of sand forms around the bright ovoid. Spinning giddily, the egg finds a bump in the sand and topples, night-hued cracks overwhelming the blinding surface. With a final shudder, the pieces drift to the ground, leaving Dark Horse Green Dragonet.

Dark Horse Green Dragonet
Effervescence, whisking deep, aquatic green into draconic slenderness. Scintillation, streamlining her hide. Whimsy is taken to the level of art in this one, her coy length of neck a-dazzle with citrine glister. The wealth of ages - but none of their wisdom - graces a face rife with twinkle-eyed ingenuousness. Dappled impressionism suggests dark mint and speckled fluorescence in an indecorous promenade down curled ridges, while verdant teal lacquers her rounded belly and spindled limbs. Every line off-kilter, she holds herself at a prance, unshaded by the iridescent snap of parasol wings.

Fyria jumps up and down like a kidlet now as Ike Impresses then...her other hand's left to hang suddenly. Sage? "Sage!!! Congratulations!!" Beam. She shuffles a little closer to Kirana and the others as Sage and Ike pair off with their new lifemates. "Oh shells...she's /gorgeous/," she murmurs, watching the newest dragonet appear.

Celestial Starlight Egg seems to be encouraged by the efforts of its siblings, even if it does like staying round and whole. The egg picks up its attempt to hatch again, lumpy-bump rolling over the forbidding surface of the Sands. To boldly go where no egg has gone before!

Lhana begins a bounce that launches her into the air as Sikkyen Impresses. "Iiiiiiike!" she shrieks, probably right in someone's ear. "And Sidramuntalath. Shards, I'll -never- be able to remember that. And then - "And Saaaaaaaaaage!! Yaaaay!" This is -so- exciting!! And to top it all off - the Glowstick Egg is moving again! "And my egggggg! It haaaaaatched!" Yet more shriekage. And squealage. "Greeeen! How preeeetty!" Can she even speak without holding out the vowel anymore? Probably not.

Sage shifts her weight and wipes her brow absently before tucking stray wisps of curls behind her ear. "Oh? S'am?" She nods to someone answering her question, "Frodoth?" She grins, "Congrats!!" She then gasps as Ike Impresses, "Go Ike!!!!! WHOO!" She does a few more cheers, laughing and giggling, "It wonderful seeing friends Impress." Problem was, everyone was friends...she grins absently, then jumps as she sees the green next to her. "Oh- Hiii!" She actually giggles at the bouncy green, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, "Her name is Pixareth!!" It's practically squealed and then she nods quickly, "Oh hungry? Sure!" She's practically bouncing herself towards the edge of the Sands.

Oliana beams. That's all she can do before a "SAGE!" rips from her throat. After all, Sage was with her on the sands at Ista. "Oh, congratulations!" she cries over the din, shaking Kirana a bit in her excitment. Give a little, take a little Kir. "And that name! Sidramuntalath was it? Long. Lovely, though! Another green!" Oliana's attention is called in so many places, it's impressive that her head hasn't fallen off yet.

Squaln sees the newly hatched green dragonet and glances back at Hiza yet again. He looks to her for a little support now that Azia has Impressed and left him to stand alone. Still, he watches the eggs all around him and nods with his approval of them all. Sqa then kicks some sand from his footware and shifts his weight. Hot sand. Hot.

"Sidramuntalath..." muses Miralwyn. "And Sage, too! Oh, Wonderful job!!" She's not bouncing, because she's too pleased and proud to do it proper justice. So, instead, she simply stands, looking about ready to burst if she doesn't do something soon." The fact that she's now alone on the Sands hasn't touched yet.

Kirana grins to Fyria, "Fy! Come stand with us!" Us being Oli, Jundi and Seilyn right nearby. "Oh wow! Lookit that green!" She nudges Jun and Oli, whose probably half deaf at this point. Poor girl. "Pixareth!" It just must be exclaimed. Everything else is.

Dawn at Sea Egg makes ready to come apart. With an audible thunderclap the shell shatters in a rain of a hundred tiny pieces, falling to the sand below to give kingly entrance to a turbulentbluish-gray dragonet.

Dawn at Sea Egg makes ready to come apart, heaving back and forth as if tossed by tempestuous swells. With an audible thunderclap the shell shatters in a rain of a hundred tiny pieces, falling to the sand below to give kingly entrance to a turbulent bluish-gray dragonet.

Lost in a Never-Ending Storm Blue Dragonet
Thunderhead grey steels the silver-grey clouds of rounded belly, breaking into stratonimbus high above tempest's raging blues. Fog encircles the sea-tossed whirl of crystalline eyes, dispersing into thin veils of mist that streak down clouded neck to wrap around thunderclap ridges, calm after the tempest that scatters clouds of teal across an ominous hide. Drizzle percolates the stony cast of blue iron, marling snow's crisp flakes as they fall softly along broad back and down thunderbolt tail. Lightning coruscates deliriously across scrupulous wingsails, a white-bright labyrinth against a starless midnight sky of rain slashed tarmac and cumulonimbus omniscience. Every cloud has a silver lining, and the polished talons upon hailstone paws make him no exception.

Jundi giggles and bounces up and down with a clap and a shout,"Sage! Ike!" Oh happiness. Once again she points at the next dragon,"Green." She tugs on the Kirana,"What was Ike's dragon named?" A gasp as the Dawn at Sea Egg hatches,"Look! A blue!"

Shaela tries to repeat that last name: "Sidramun-- whateth?" She can't remember the rest, and looks helplessly at her dragon who apparently repeats the name -- calmly, without even breaking the whirling rhythm of her eyes -- for Shaela then gets it out there. "Sidramuntalath. Shells. What a mouthful. Chayath seems to like him quite well, though," she notes to her weyrmate, and anyone else listening.

Sikkyen has disconnected.

Squaln steps closer to his fellow candidates that remain and smiles at the newly hatched blue dragonet. Oo! A Blue! Nodding his approval, he grins.. watching it with curious blue eyes. Who will he choose? Someone lucky and fortunate, no doubt.

Lost in a Never-Ending Storm Blue Dragonet emerges onto the sands in a wet heap, blue and gray hide damp with birth. Righting itself is difficult, but a storm of energy causes him to spring to his feet, eyes flashing with vibrant hunger. Where is the ship to be lost in his depths?

Kirana squeaks as Dawn at Sea Egg falls apart. "It's gone! It's gone! It's gone!" She exclaims in amazement. Goooone. But the stormy blue that's revealed gets the approrpiate Ooooh! "Oh /look/! Junz! It looks like one of those terrible squalls we get sometimes back at the hall! Kidna...if you know, you put it in dragon-form, and...well, its dark!"

Lhana continues bouncing, seeing a new lovely blue dragonet appear, then turning back to Sage. "Pixareth!" She's really -got- to remember these for later, after all. Then she's back to looking about, bouncing from foot to foot. "This is so /exciting/," she squeals. "Aren't they gorgeous, Fy? Aren't they, Moe? Oh, they are!!"

Dark Horse Green Dragonet cocks her wing in front of her nose and gazes at it briefly as the egg-goo runs off, into the eggshards around her. A moment passes and she flicks it back, behind her, and steps away from her old home, sniffing at it curiously. Again, she decides that she knows it and she steps away, graceful for a hatchling, and begins to inspect the ranks of white, her wings swishing with every movement.

Lianta takes a deep breath. The Dawn on Sea Egg hatched a blue. For who? And it's so pretty... Alright, she's up and standing next to Squaln now, admirably controlling her nerves. Twitch. Or not.

Fyria gets a little jittery again as the next dragonet appears. "Shells and shards, that one's a handsome fella!" Her hand seeks out someone's...Kirana's, she's guessing...and Fy grins enthusiastically at the girl. "You're eggs gone, hun...but shells. Look what's in it's place!!" Her dark eyes flicker over to the green again and she gasps, holding deathly still a moment as the green comes near.

Ciera eyes Chayath and Shaela. "She's already interested in the little tyke?" A wicked grin. "If Sidramuntalath fathers her next clutch, they might be as bad as Cadge's kids. Or, worse, they might be as bad as /Cadge/." Whoa.

Jundi squeaks back at Kirana, pulling on her arm. "It /does/, doesn't it? It's /lovely/," she breathes, glancing between it and the green dragonet. "He's even prettier than the egg!" she says of the blue.

Hiza is getting all starry eyed and teary, now. It's what she does on the Sands, that's all. "Ooooo.. they're all so -lovely-. I love them all already." Sniffle, sniffle, "Even that terrible bronze. We'll have to give special attention to him so he doesn't grow up sour. After all, it's our job." Hiza is talking to the voice in her head, lapsing into old out-loud habits. Somebody poke her, eh?

Oliana is on edge, so it's no surprise that the hatching of the Storm blue makes her jump. That, and Kirana's yelling. "What? Squall at--?" She stops for a precious moment to decipher what Kirana just said. When it dawns on her, she nods. "Oh! I see. Yeah. I can see how you'd think that." Oliana may or may not, she doesn't have time to comment. She's busy watching the progress of the green, too. So many dragonets!

Mosiah chuckles, agreeing with Lhana, "That they are, my dear. That they are." Green-irised eyes draw over to the newly hatched blue, gaze more than appreciative. "Just look at that one... very nice." Very, very nice. Toe scuffs in the sand, dragging quite a bit of hot grains over his toe. Hot. Ouch. Note to self: don't do that ever again.

Miralwyn stands alone, smiling to herself as brown and green and their riders make their way off the Sands. And then it twigs. She's alone. On the Sands. Eyes widen, the HealerCandie swallows, and then very tentatively makes her way over to hover on the edges of the large clump of Candies. inserting herself near Oliana, Kirana, and the crew.

Lhana sees the green coming near them, and falls quite unexpectedly motionless. "Look at it," she half-whispers. "Isn't she -gorgeous-?" Shells, they're -all- gorgeous. "And it came out of that beautiful eggie, too." Which makes it...double-gorgeous? Something like that. And then, with an "Owie! It's -hot-!" she goes back to Dancing, picking up one foot and then the other.

Kirana clings to Fy as best she can, while still clinging to Oli and Jun. Multi-clinging. But somehow, she manages. "Oooh, I know, but it was such a *pretty* egg." She throws a cautious look at the blue. "Not that he's not pretty!" Just incase he overheard and got it in his head to charge or something. "Wyn!" Hey the more the merrier.

Squaln glances around the eggs once again, peering at Elven Forests Egg briefly then turning his attention back to the newly hatched dragonets. Oo. They're so cute! Beam. His heart is pounding within his chest and his breathing is starting to heave -- the sheer rush of this is thrilling.

Shaela has to think on that one for moment. Indeed, her lifemate really does have quite a record going with brown dragons. Tyrdinth, Piccath, Druseth.. "Well, these have turned out mostly fine so far. Maybe inbreeding is /good/ for dragons."

Sikkyen has connected.

Oliana smiles as Miralwyn takes up a free space near her. "Hey Wyn!" she says breathlessly, as if she's been running around the Weyr all day. "Pretty exciting isn't it?" She somehow is managing to stay on the outskirts of the group cling, trying to get what little hot air she can rather than breath in the hair of one of the other girls in the clump. But one side of her is still Kirana's.

Lost in a Never-Ending Storm Blue Dragonet is not pretty. He is Chaos! Or not. The little stormcloud is a whirlpool of action, the sands flying beneath its baby-sharp talons, rolling and twisting as he darts from candidate to candidate. That one's too stout, that one to flighty... There will be one to weather his storm. Somewhere.

Sikkyen has disconnected.

Dark Horse Green Dragonet shuffles through the hot sand and pauses in front of Fyria, her wing tip pointed over her head again. Quickly enough, she gives herself a shake and passes the Messenger by. She takes her time looking at the candidates, searching for just the perfect one. The green spies a short skirt and, with a short cry, hurries towards it, but trips over a lump of sand and falls nose-first into the hot grains.

Celestial Starlight Egg rolls more and more erratically, as if whatever's running inside the ball can't decide which way to go. A few eggs are smacked off of, but - really - it's for their own good, and its, for cracks begin to appear. At laaaaaast.

Celestial Starlight Egg rolls to a stop, and What Darkness Lies in the Minds of Men Blue Dragonet slips like a second shadow out of a crack in the back. Softly he treads upon the Sands to carefully scope out the line of candidates in white, filled with confident purpose in his private reconnaissance mission. Subterfuge, my dears. Subterfuge.

What Darkness Lies in the Minds of Men Blue Dragonet
Sleek, clean lines are traced in tarnished steel, gleaming bright against the secretive navy of his hide. Form follows function in the simplicity of his face, neither overly snub nor equine-long, eyeridges hooded slightly over unsettling gaze and headknobs contoured close to a short, broad neck. A noble filigree, feathered like a crest of honor, hides in the surreptitious shadows of low-dipping neckridges and sneaks across boxy shoulders and swell of breast. There is only slight narrowing at his waist, leaving his short tail to taper abruptly to its fork, efficient and slick. Thickset limbs plunge into polished boot-black around his paws, silver starlight in his talons tiptoeing in the comet-streaked heavens of wings.

Mosiah winces as the green takes a nose-dive. Speaking of 'ouches' that can't be good. "Graceful, eh?" he comments dryly, nudging Lhana slightly even as he is still holding her hand. He blinks as yet another blue emerges from an egg. Wow. Plenty of those in this clutch, apparently.

What Darkness Lies in the Minds of Men Blue Dragonet crouches behind the remains of his egg, one eye gleaming blue as he picks out his route. The first entrance is made - but, alas! One hindclaw catches on the other, and he tumble-rolls into the sand as suavely as possible. Le sigh.

Tevya has connected.

Fyria continues to hold her breath, but then the green passes by her and she lets out a long, soft sigh. Oops. Must remember to breathe, it is an important thing for one to do. But then...one of her favourite eggs is gone! "Shells...I need to remember to grab a sha---a blue!!" Her feet dance again as the dragonet pops pout, Fyria's eyes widening. Briefly, she draws her gaze to the other egg, the one that reminds her of home so much. Stay?

Junditurns around at the next blue once again stating the color,"Blue." Then her attention flickers back over the other dragonets to the stormy blue. Shuffling her feet around in the sand and occasionally tugging at fellow 'phincrafter but standing rather still when not trying to avoid blisters on her feet.

Lhana turns toward the Dark Horse Green, gasping as the lovely one falls nose-first into the sands. "Oooh! Ouch." Then she nods to Moe, biting her lip. "You don't suppose she needs help up, does she?" She doesn't attend to many hatching as a general rule - too confusing. "Shells. Wouldn't it be horrible to trip and fall out here?" This said as she nearly trips herself. Oh, the irony. But she catches herself just in time. "Poor dear."

"It is, at that," replies Miralwyn to Oliana serenely, inserting herself into the group cling just in time to disengage and clasp her hands. "Ohhh, so many blues in this clutch," she murmurs. A good thing, apparently, if one can read Wyn well enough. That, and it's going to win her a nice bet... She re-clings delicately, taking a free hand of someone nearby.

Kira has connected.

Kirana doesn't mind the whole group cling thing apparently. All the more hands to squeeze. She's a born Igen, and lives in Ista...before this anyway. Heats nothing. Well...except for that on her feet. Hop. "He's kinda scary, in a...squal sorta way." Is her judgment on the stormy blue. Fy gets a little smile, and the messangers hand gets a brief squeeze. "Lookit! 'Nother blue!"

Squaln watches as more dragonets are being hatched and sprawled out onto the hot Sands. Nodding, he looks around at the eggs who haven't hatched yet. Hoping. Waiting. Eyes blink at all the blues and greens all about. He then edges closer to the lady candidates and is tempted to cling to them all in sheer anticipation. Oy!

Oliana makes a wince with many of the crowd as the green goes down head first. "Think she's spotted someone?" she wonders to Miralwyn and to Kirana, her eyes then darting to the latest entrant. "Look there! Another blue!" She says almost in time to Kirana. And to Miralwyn she replies: "Yes, there's plenty of them!"

Mosiah chuckles softly to Lhana, his voice imbued with teasing, "Gee, why don't you just run right on up there and help her up, eh?" He even goes so far as to try to nudge the girl forward with a gentle push. Better her to help the /green/ than he.

Elven Forests Egg is rent asunder by the emergence of its glistening occupant. Dappled face peeks above the remaining shards, cautiously. Hearing no ill-wind the rest of him follows, shaking the goo of his confinement from his dark-magic hide Shadowy Lord of the Grove Brown Dragonet leaves the ruins that were once his home in search of the one candidate to rule him.

Shadowy Lord of the Grove Brown Dragonet
Sorrel flanks of middle earth pour with charming ease into a lean belly clad in undulating waves of fathomless umber, bewitching each silver-lipped liquid detail of powerful haunches. Mage fire streaks through autumns deepest roan forming a sorcerous mantle about slender shoulders, capturing his sculpted perfection of lithe frame and lissome muscle. Stippled knots of earthy spars reach to capture his mystical star-studded 'sails. Whilst mahogany curls to dapple across his chiseled draconic countenance, opalescent orbs illuminated by willowy ridges leading to aureate 'knobs. Glimmers of moon and sun entwine in runic service, fluidic ripples trailing from gilt head knobs to arrow straight ridges: an ancient secret on dark lit hide.

Lost in a Never-Ending Storm Blue Dragonet is thrown across the skies... er, sands. I'm a little stormcloud... The determined flurry of movement pauses for a moment, a glimmer of rest in the relentless rain. What? Where? A glance, a pause, then he continues on. Perhaps a damsel to be thrown in his endless depths. Yes, perhaps.

Dark Horse Green Dragonet, as gracefully long-limbed as she is, rights herself with a /look/ at the offending lump. She flicks at it with her wing, the one not shading her face. It crumbles safely and, glad to have fixed the problem, she bounds once more to the object in the short skirt. Acquiring speed quickly, she nearly skids to a stop and almost knocks poor Lhana over before fixing her with a look of adoration.
Dark Horse Green Dragonet turns jewel faceted eyes toward Lhana, and steps forward.

What Darkness Lies in the Minds of Men Blue Dragonet picks himself up as he shakes off the sand, though it lingers in spots where the egg goo slicks itself against his soft hide. So many blues? So many /candidates/, and he can only choose one. A pity.

Jundi takes another glance around then sees as Lhana Impresses and suddenly hops up and down again,"Oh, Lhana!" she squeaks, squeezinf Kirana's hand and pointing at the latest dragonet,"Oh a brown. Lovely thing, he is."

Oliana blinks and points at the Elven Egg--now a dragon. "Oh! /Look/!" she enthuses, apparently highly pleased with what she sees. Another little shake is administered to Kirana, the other free hand motioning to get Miralwyn's attention, when her eyes catch... "Lhana!" the girl cries, turning her shakes to Wyn into little celebratory waves.

Squaln smiles at the new brown dragonet that just hatched and nods to Lhana as she Impresses to a lovely green dragonet. Oo! Lurvely indeed. Nod. Beam. Smiling a little bit, he then glances at the remaining dragonets and inches closer to the rest of the candidates. Eeee..

Fyria dances as dragonets hatch and Impressions occur...then Lhana catches her eye, as well as the sudden movement near her. "Lhana-bean!!! Congr/at/ulations!!" Fyria is thrilled to bits...Lhana so deserved a dragon in her humble opinion. Kirz's hand is squeezed again with joy, then her eyes flicker back to the other dragonets...and the newest addition, the cute little brown.

Kirana squeals. Again. Lets all be surprised now. "Lhaannnaaa!!!" She bounces too. Oh the originality! "LhanzLhanzLhanzLhanaaaa!!" All nearby get a light nudge, "Lookit! Did you /see/? Lhana made it!" The newly hatched brown gets a grin, "A brown! Oh! Brown!" Someones just a bit overexcited.

Lhana is nudged. Oof. But then, there is the green, skidding to a stop before her, and her knees give out involuntarily as she drops to the sands, unheedful of the hotsands that are bound to give her instant sunburn should she stay in that position too long. Blissfully, she throws her arms around the Lovely One's neck, calling out jubilantly, "Oh Zhesteth! Hello!" Tears fill her eyes, then squeeze out onto her cheeks, and she stays for a moment, crying with abandon.

Miralwyn, immersed in the group cling, nevertheless manages to let a quiet and pleased "Beautiful, Lhana, beautiful," carry over the shrieks of happiness and anticipation. Yeah, so she disagrees with the girl's colour choices in robes, she's still deserving. "Zhesteth!" she murmurs excitedly to the others.

Shadowy Lord of the Grove Brown Dragonet is deposited upon the sands in a heap, egg goo and shards and little brown dragonet. With a spry shake of his head he rights himself, spindly legs out in all directions. With a final shake of gilt head-knobs he looks about in wonder. There is something he is supposed to be doing right about now. He wanders over the ruins of his shell, starting a quest he doesn't appear to know too much about.

Mosiah apparently pushed Lhana in the right direction, because the next thing he knows, she is impressing to the clutsy green. He chuckles deep in his throat, taking a long step back from the pair to nearly bump into the edging Squaln.

Lost in a Never-Ending Storm Blue Dragonet has carefully searched the white clad entities ranged around him, tumbling from one to the other like a whirlwind without finding the right one. Something beckons, however, his instinct bearing him to one certain candidate, pausing before her longer than he has before any other. He will show Jundi her dreams.

Lianta closes her eyes with joy as Lhana impresses. Thou shalt not bounce, thou shalt not bounce... She's bouncing. "Zhesteth! and Lhana!" It's becoming a bit much, all this bouncing in the heat. She'll move back to Fyria, hoping that she won't push her into a marauding dragon's path. And a blue for Jundi!

Lost in a Never-Ending Storm Blue Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Jundi, and steps forward.

What Darkness Lies in the Minds of Men Blue Dragonet pans his head slowly across the knots of candidates once - then twice, as something registers on his radar. He prowls over to a squabbling pair, giving Merry and Pippin critical glances before deciding it's certainly /not/ them.

Kirana would clap her hands together, but they're all very occupied with squeezing the hands they hold. "Lhana and Zhesteth! Ins't that a nice name? Ooh how perfect perfect perfect!" She exclaims happily. And a dragon has stopped! Beside her! Or rather, in front of the girl beside her. "Jundi! JundiJundiJundi!! Oooh Jundi!" She squeals. "Oh /wow/! Guess your stuck here where its cold now then!" She exclaims, big smile on her face.

Oliana blinks as close-by Jundi impresses. She does a wonderful imitation of a fish before she opens her mouth for the final time and makes sound, too. "Jundi!" she says in a gasp. Even after all of this, it's still surprising her. Her eyes search then to keep tabs on the brown. Never let your guard down could be her motto right now. That, or never miss a thing.

Jundi's breath catches in her throat as she turns around to the blue, falling down to her knees and smiling weepily. Forever it will be. "Tsulryth," she announces with a spared glance back at the others.

Fyria grins as another one goes, this one being Jundi. "Jundi!!! You did it!!" Or rather, the dragonet did it by choosing the girl. "He's /gorgeous/ Jundi!!!" She dances a bit more as she steps into a particularly hot bit of sand. "Oh shells...fabulous name, Jun...yay..we get to keep you here at the Reaches!!" Fear. Fear!

The piercing eyes of What Darkness Lies in the Minds of Men Blue Dragonet scan the shifting knots of white-robed hopefuls one more time, sizing them up with a keen spys scrutiny - or is he peering into their souls with that unnerving gaze? Whatever peers back from grey eyes intrigues first, invites, and at last ignites him. Aha! Found it! There you are, Miralwyn!
What Darkness Lies in the Minds of Men Blue Dragonet turns his jewel-faceted eyes toward Jundi, and steps forward.
Miralwyn. /Miralwyn/.

You experience an indescribable feeling as a dragonet turns and looks at you.... you feel a consciousness merge with yours, becoming part of you, and still apart... then you realize you can hear a voice in your head...

It starts out as a hint, then progresses to a whisper, until you're suddenly aware of some other presence that's stolen unnoticed behind you to hiss in your ear. << So it is... Miralwyn. >> A flush of confidence as the voice creeps into the safehouse of your mind. << Wyn! >> A dashing chuckle, oozing with debonaire charm. << I've got a secret for you: I'm Vorkoroth and I'm yours! >>
>> My name is Vorkoroth! <<

Angel Wings Egg shakes again, but this time, the breeze shaking its feathers has turned into a gale, and the ovoid itself gets swept up into the storm.
Angel Wings Egg is, alas, no match for that which resides within. A last, valiant shake, and the accumulated cracks at last overwhelm it, pieces falling off in a shower. A dark figure emerges from the wreckage, shards clinging damply to its body. With a violent shake, the masked dragon sends them flying in all directions, as he steps forward and takes up an awkward fighter's stance.

Dread Pirate Guppy Brown Dragonet
A swath of near-ebony wraps just above an elongated muzzle, flowing back to secure itself behind jaunty headknobs. Luminous eyes glitter enigmatically from behind this mask, cultivating an air of mystery. Nebulous flows of thick molasses engulf his topline, spreading slowly down neck and back to reach powerful limbs and touch the tip of his tail. A conundrum of caramel seeps across scalloped wings, and matching stripes kiss his flanks, their shimmer dispelling the illusion of night. His strapping form is further softened by the warmer shades that paint his underline, and the hints of devotion, merriment, and excitement that linger in those masked eyes.

Sunlit Forest Clearing Egg shines with a magic light - looks like now's the time!
Sunlit Forest Clearing Egg finally loses all the brightness left to the sunbrushed shell; fissures darken, then widen, as if pulled apart by the beetle-black power of Garthim claws. Wider. Broader. Fissures become cracks become a gaping hole of shadows from light as the egg shatters and reveals...

Dark Crystal Blue Dragonet
An ephemeral form of sculpture, this crystal-crafted dragonet, caught between the shattered conjunction of radiant light and the complexity of his cimmerian shadows. Shards of blue-black fire twist along every acute angle and stone-crafted curve, illuminating the razor-sharp edges of his wings and spine with the broken light of a new-lit star; darker brilliance gleams across sleek sides and narrow haunches, and intensifies the wiry power of his slim and sharp-cut limbs. The dark canvas of his hide burns with inky amethyst soulfire, crafting an intoxicating fusion of inner-lit purple and racing black from the viyali streaks across his muzzle to the obsidian danger of his arrowing tail. Wingsails' shadowy veils glimmer with the fractured elegance of midnight suns: twisted majesty to complement the dreamfasted radiance of his very alive, very aware, very intense gaze.

Squaln can't contain himself anymore. "Way to go, Wyn!!" he yells to the lass a little ways away from him. "Oh yeah!" If he could dance right now, he would. Do do do. Beam. He's still wired and reering for action! Huzzah. Mwaha.

Lis has disconnected.

"Ah," notes Miralwyn, smiling warmly. "But now she has someone to take her to warmer climates. Congrat--" Her dry sally is cut off suddenly at a tickle in her mind, and Miralwyn, now Wyn, drops to her knees in the sand with a /grin/ on her face. "Vorkoroth!" she laughs. "Vorkoroth... You'll do."

Shadowy Lord of the Grove Brown Dragonet scatters sand everywhere as he hurries along on his branch-dark limbs. Pausing every so moment he regards each white-robed candidate as he passes. Shaking his head he head further along. Surely his quest for the One --something should be taking this long? Should it?

Kirana hops. Now mostly from the heat. Only Faranth knows how exhausted this girls going to be at the end of this. "Jundi and Tsulryth! Oh how /nice/!" And...and..."Wynnn!!! WynWynMiralwynnnn!" Two marks says she has no voice at the end of this. None at all. "Oh! Brown! Brown! Blue! Oh wow!" And the name is announced..."Wyn and Vorkoroth! Ooh!" Fyria and Oli's hands are both squeezed.

Lhana finally feels the heat of the sands on her legs - and feels it with a vengeance! So, she clambers to her feet, now quite unmindful of her skirt, which causes her to flash the entire galleries crowd for just a moment. But she is unheedful to all of that, including all the new draggies, and all the other impressions. No, for her there's just Zhesteth, to whom she is explaining, "Oh yes, these are happy tears. Definitely happy tears." As they make their way over to the sidelines, she puts a hand to her stomach. "Shards. I'm hungry!" Then she glances over at Zhesteth. "No. -You're- hungry, poor dear! We'll get to that right away!" Chatter, chatter. LittleBounce.

Fyria hops up and down again as the Wyn Impresses, a wink given to the usually stoic Healer Apprentice. "Congratulations Wyn!! Knew you'd do it," and she tacks a wink onto the end of that statement. Cracking sounds draw her attention once more, a brown appearing from one egg and then...her egg!! It's...gone!! But in it's place is a gorgeous little blue, and Fyria instinctively squeezes Kirz's and Oli's hands back. "Shells shells shells girls...." Nibble.

Hiza has been cheering appropriately this entire time, she promises, but gives an extra coo as Jundi announces her blue's name, apparently extra pleased with it for one reason or another. "Hmm.. I should be over helping, shouldn't I?" She doesn't, however, move quite yet, eyes on the cutest little brown dragon /ever/. "Awwwww."

Dread Pirate Guppy Brown Dragonet holds out a talon like a sword, eyeing the group of candies gathered nearby. Which one of them wants to duel, hmm? A few fencing steps are dashed off, before the brown switches paws, and reveals his left claw instead. Aha! Didn't expect that, now did you? Unfortunately, his excitement over the switch causes the masked one to stumble, and down he goes in a heap. Oops!

Dark Crystal Blue Dragonet is free at last - whoo! Time to cause some /trouble/... err, make some friends. Yeah, make some friends. What is this place anyway? Sharding hot, is what it is - his talons are burning up in here. He needs to get out soon! Only - he needs someone to point him to the food. And the fun stuff.

Lianta puts a hand on Fyria's shoulder, trying to see over the candidates in front of her. A brown, that looks like a pirate. Curiouser and curiouser.

Oliana blinks. On one side, Miralwyn. "Wyn!" On the other--Jundi. Both get her smiles and crows of approval, even as more dragons are deposited on the sands. "Oh, my!" she says smartly. What else? She starts to turn back to look at the other dragonets on the sands, but just as she's taking them in again, she gets hand-squeezed by Kirana...and Fyria. "Omph!" she says.

Squaln smiles at all the dragonets who've hatched and at the rest of the eggs that remain. The rush of it all is still affecting him and he twitches slightly in anticipation. Oo. Browns and blues and.. Ooo. Beam again. Sqa shifts his weight once again.

Mosiah meanders back with the remaining candidates, flashing a last glance at the newly hatched blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Excellent color. Very nice. He squeezes back by Oliana and Kirana and the rest, his lips drawing into a wane grin.

Taesha hugs Ngeth gently once more, and stares at the remaining... dragonets? No eggs?

Kirana clings. Oli and Fy. And look, it's Moe! "Moooe!" Thats her greeting. "Can you believe this?" She asks rhetorically of all three. "Can you? It's so amazing. And...and they're /gone/. But it's still amazing." Fidget. She does the ever popular Hot-Hot-Sands shuffle, while eyeing the Pirate brown. "Ooh. Scary. 'Cept he fell. Poor thing."

Chayath rumbles questioningly: no more eggs, did they all Hatch now? But the dragonets are so nice. Especially that Ngeth. She likes him. And Sidramuntalath: Yum!

Shadowy Lord of the Grove Brown Dragonet prances away from the strangely clumsly Dread Pirate Guppy Brown, checking himself over quickly once he's out of harms way. Still the Prettiest! Yay me! With head held high he resumes his quest. Peregrin and Meriadoc are sniffed once, before he moves on. He's no pervy hairy-foot fancier thats for sure.

Mosiah flashes a teasing smile to Kirana, "Not at all. I've got to be dreaming, snuggled up in my cot in the corner. Although, if it was a real dream, I think that the girls would be wearing a little bit less." Well, she asked. He wipes sweat-dappened hands on the sides of his robe before following the progress of the blue.

Wyn, still grinning like an idiot, manages to somehow marshall herself over to the side with the other new weyrlings. No doubt with a little aiding from Vorkoroth. "Yes, of course we'll get something for you to eat," she assures.

Dread Pirate Guppy Brown Dragonet lifts himself up and shakes himself off. Scary? Ni! He may be dreadful, but within this fighter's frame lies the heart of a lover, and he's in search of his fair maiden. Of course, his constant floundering about on the sands might prohibit that search, unless... Of course! He'll simply have to get her to come to him instead. A little music anyone? The bugle that escapes this dragonets maw is merry, if a little off tune. Anyone care to sing backup?

Oliana blanches slightly. "Are there any eggs left?" she wonders to Kirana and Fyria, and Moe, too. Apparently not, and her head swivels to watch the progress of the dragonets left, especially the browns. Then Mosiah says...says /that/. She makes a sniff of disapproval while adding a bit of blush to her color. "Less?" Well...in this heat....

Lhana turns to see Wyn standing next to her and waves, squealing excitedly. "You got one too?! Oh, this is going to be -so- -fun-!!" Then she pauses, looking down at her graceful green. A grin spreads across her face, and she says, "Right. You two, this is Zhesteth. Zhesteth, this is Miralwyn," apparently she missed the namechange memo, "and....?" Wyn's friend?

Fyria suddenly realizes that Oliana's right. There are no eggs left, and with a wide eyed, finger-crossed gaze she watches the remaining dragonets on the Sands. Oh, teh browns are cute, they are, but her eyes remain on that blue. And she must remember to take a bit of that shell for decorative purposes. AFter all, it really did remind her of Lemos!

Kirana gives Moe a Look. And it's not a Good Look, it's more of a 'Yeesh, your such a /man/' Look. "Hrmph." And to top it all off, she sticks her tongue out at him. Take that. Oooh maturity thrives. "Dear faranth! Listen to 'im!" Is exclaimed as the brown begins to...sing? He's almost as off tune as she gets. But not quite.

Dark Crystal Blue Dragonet races around the hatching caverns, as quickly as his wobbly, gooey legs can carry him anyway! Not this one, not that one, ew, that one's too ugly. What poot quality candidates they offer him. Another look at another face. Nope, still not impressed.

Shadowy Lord of the Grove Brown Dragonet moves right along then, making his way to the cluster of candidates over in that direction. V. Interesting. All of them clustered together. Taking delicate sniffs he edges his way closer.

Mosiah would toe-scuff, but with open-toed sandals on hot sands? Not exactly the best idea in the worlds. His lips curl up at the side, deepening one of those acursed dimples for a moment, and having the good grace to look a little abashed at his words, but not by much. "Kidding. Kidding. Sheesh, of all the times for kidding, on the hatching sands is it." That and it keeps him mind off the dwindling number of dragonets available.

Oliana arches her brows at Dark Crystal Blue's race-for-a-lifemate before the edging-closer brown grabs her attention. Belatedly she remembers sharp claws and the like, and her feet shift about a bit more quickly on the hot hot sands just in case candidates start falling over her with excitment and she's left to be trampled.

Shadowy Lord of the Grove Brown Dragonet is momentarily stilled. Could it be? Nose high in the air he struggles to catch that elusive glimpse that is out there amongst the swaying mass of white. There! There it is again! Caught now by his purpose he moves with an archers grace his fluid motion only stopping once he has found his chosen. Whirling rainbow eyes lock on to a girl who is special, her mahogany hair a perfect compliment to his darkly dappled hide. Rejoice! The Lord has found his Lady, his Oliana.

Dread Pirate Guppy Brown Dragonet halt's his singing just as suddenly as he started it, pouting over the fact that it didn't work as expected. Well then. Head rises once more, pride still in tact, even if he's receiving the strangest looks. Thinking they're ogling his fine physique, the brown strikes another dashing pose. He holds it for a moment, until finally, he catches a faint whiff of something on the air, as a gentle tug pulls at his heart. He turns to espy the final candidates nearby, and begins to stride quickly towards them. You don't want to come here? Then he'll go there. As you wish...

Shadowy Lord of the Grove Brown Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Oliana, and steps forward.

Fyria has stopped shuffling at this point as she watches the blue...but then, distraction near Oliana. "Olia!!!" Fyria grins and waves in joy as the Baker Apprentice Impresses. "Go Oli!!" Ahem. Her gaze shifts towards the blue once more. Hmm...maybe Fyria's got that missing shard in her pocket? Tsk tsk...nyet. The shards are on the sand, silly girl. Heh.

"Vorkoroth," replies Wyn to Lhana with a beam. Everything's beam-worthy as of now, it appears. "Vorkoroth..." she repeats, sounding dreamy and crouching down to hug him again. "And your Zhesteth is really quite lovely as well," she agrees. "Oh, they all are, really... No, no, of course you're the best, Vorkoroth..." she reassures, before calling out an "Oli!!!"

Oliana bends down, eyes brimming suddenly. "Roherith...we'll get you something to eat, precious," she agrees, suddenly unaware of the heat of the sands.

Mosiah stumbles back a couple of paces as now Oliana is claimed, and by brown. He chuckles once more, getting a little bit more nervous as time stretches on, and here he stands. A tense line shadows his brow for a moment as he shifts his weight from one leg to the next, still waiting.

Dark Crystal Blue Dragonet still runs around in confusion, like a canine chasing his tail. Only he's chasing a shadow on the wall, until he realizes it's cast by the most /intriguing/ female. Whoa! V. impressive, Fyria... sniff, sniff goes the muzzle. Could this be love?

Lianta does the candie dance before offering her own very loud "OLI!!!" Loud enough for yah? and so she continues with her dancing. Ow hot, ow. "FY!!! Congrats you guys!" One guys right after the other, isn't that wonderful.

Kirana drops Oli's hand on cue, "Olii! OliOliOlianaaaa!" She exclaims, bouncing a bit. Fyria's hand is squeeezed. "Look! It's Oli...Fy!" She breaks off as the blue comes to Fyria. "Fy! Fy! Oli and Roherith! Fy! Fy! And the blue!" Bounce. Squeal. But an ever careful eye is set on the brown.

Dread Pirate Guppy Brown Dragonet turns his jewel faceted eyes toward Kirana, and steps forward.

Dark Crystal Blue Dragonet looks as if he smelled something foul - ewie. Is that strawberry scented soapsand he detects over there?! Frodoth is eyed suspiciously - what's S'am doing to him?! Oh, bother... who cares... that Fyria girl needs a closer inspection... surely she doesn't reek of strawberries. In fact, he does smell love!

Lhana beams back at the two. "Vorkoroth. Zhesteth, Vorkoroth. Vorkoroth, Zhesteth." Then she turns back to -her- green, melting under that beautiful gaze. "Yes...she -is- lovely, isn't she?" Green dragon Goddess, more like. Then she glances around, all at once surprised that so many of her friends have Impressed without her notice. She leaps into the air, squealing and shrieking. "Woww! You guys made it, too!" Yaaay!

Dread Pirate Guppy Brown Dragonet stumbles before Kirana. There she is, his fair maiden. His greatest treasure. His little mermaid.

Pyrene moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

Kirana suddenly breaks off her bouncing and babling to...stare. "B-Byndareth?" She blinks. And suddenly just melts, reaching over and drops before the dragon in front of her. "Of course! Of course!" She says incredulously. "Oh wow..."

Olia lifts her tear-streaked face long enough to cheer at Kirana. "Yay!" she says weakly, looking totally flustered.

HRWB walks in.

Fyria suddenly realizes that shards indeed...the blue's stumbled right up to...her? Her? She's actually...Impressed? Darned the strawberry bubble-bath and that rotten Bitran Candidate. V. happy. V. HAPPY. "Urzketh? Urzketh!!!" Fyria drops on her knees and hugs her arms around the blue's muzzle with an elative expression beyond words. Hers. Soooooo cool! And most definitely Impressed.