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Harper's Tale 2 - Thursday, April 04, 2002, 6:37 PM
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Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are fifty-two firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), White Clay Egg Pot, Thief, Vtol, Giant Boot-And-Table Chess Board, Clothes Mixup Note, It, Boy, Girl, and LlamaMama here.
Avard, Sikkyen, Azia, Squaln, Fyria, and Tevya are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Akkhan arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Akkhan exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Fyria waves a hand flippantly, settling nearer to Tevya and leaning over to procure a towel for herself. "Not a problem...my hands are idle, and we know how idle hands can get into trouble." Hint hint. She begins to fold, watching Girl settle upon Ike's lap with curiousity. "Shouldn't he be a bit larger at this point, Ike?" Not that Fy knows much about llamas, you see.

[OOC:] Azia bounces back into RP
"Nah. Not really. He's a bit on the slow side of growing, but I consulted our llama-expert, and she said that he was within the 'lines. I mean, he's a twin, and we still have to bottlefeed him, so he's going to be small for his age." Sikkyen grins slightly, and pets Girl.

Squaln has to reach over the counter to snag the thrown towel and is successful in doing so. Eh, wasn't a bad throw at all.. just needed better aim. Grin. Setting his mug down on the counter top, he takes a near by clean rag and wipes the counter clean before setting the towel down on it. Now he starts to fold. "Llamas is so cute.." Sqa comments with a grin. When the towel is folded, he tosses it back to Tevya who's not far away, hoping that it won't come undone in the process. "Hand me another, Tev." He's on a roll. Nod.

"Well the smaller ones are usually cuter," Tevya responds quickly, glancing at girl, "Besides... I think Girl is just lovely. He'll be the spitting image of It." No pun intended. Towel is snagged as Squaln tosses it back, Tevya only needing to straighten it before adding it to the pile. And then a total of three towels are tossed back to Squaln, each heading in his direction with slightly improved aim. All she really needed was practice. His words however, are given a grin. "They are. I can't imagine not waking up to see It standing by my cot with a pile of drool on the floor. Let alone not seeing LlamaMama, Boy, or Girl not being there when I wake up."

Azia rises, volunteering herself for the towel-folding. "Yes, idle hands _can_ get themselves into trouble. Especially ours. I'm sure half the pranks we've been involved in were inspired by a lazy mind." Not that she objects to a little fun. "And yes, they're adorable. I'm somewhat concerned about their size, but I suppose they'll be fine. They're healthy enough, after all." She snags a towel and quickly begins folding, smoothing out the wrinkles and gathering each corner neatly. "I wonder when the eggs will hatch.."

Miralwyn, strolling in and taking a seat in the towel-folding party area, clucks her tongue. "Tsk... I resent that," she notes, but with a distinct twinkle in her eye. "I've done some of my best planning work while my hands were occupied. Pass me a towel, perhaps?"

Fyria adds her folded towel to the growing stack, snagging another one without a pause. "I guess. Though I admit, they are rather cute that size." She suddenly blinks..did she just call the llamas...cute? She did. But you didn't hear that, really. Quickly moving on, she grins over at Azia, adding "I suspect soon. Very soon. I peeked in that little secret room earlier today, and they looked wickedly hard."

Lavinia springs into the air, blinking ::between:: with a shimmer of golden wings.

Snort. Sikkyen leans back, eying the entire cleaning-and-folding-comittee. Freaky people. He's /glad/ to sit back and just relax. No chores. Areiah rocks. Yes, she does. He stifles a yawn, and shifts, reaching over to snag his klah -- sip. Sipsip.

Squaln attempts to snag all three towels thrown at him and triumphantly does so. Proud beam. Setting the towels down, he hoists himself up and sits on the counter top, legs dangling down the side. "I bet the first dragonet to hatch will be brown." he randomly comments into the blue. "Though I'm not taking bets this time around." Not this time. Nope. Nuh uh. Not a single gamble. Grabbing the first towel, he starts to fold.

Azia almost bounces in her excitement. Not like she'd be caught dead bouncing - How thoroughly undignified - but the prospect of the Hatching looms constantly in her mind. "Wickedly hard, huh? Hey, 'Wyn. Oh, I wasn't insulting your planning. Top job, really. Just a comment on chorelessness. I must say, it's probably the first time in my 16 turns that I've been _without_ chores.."

"See? I knew you'd come around eventually Fyria!" Tevya responds, throwing an unfolded towel towards Fyria, "Besides, I bet it's It who brought you around. I always knew he liked you." A wink is also given before Tevya adds another towel to her pile, watching with amusement as the towels within the basket gradually begin to dwindle away to nothing. Miralwyn's entrance is rewarded with a volley of four towels sent her way, Tevya replying: "You're welcome to join in. The sooner this is done, the sooner I get to have the rest of the day off." Azia's last comment however is saved for last, Tevya running that exact question along her mind before replying, "Well..I suppose it'd be another few sevendays at least.. It hasn't been that long since we were all brought in..and Candidates are still comming in today."

"No, green," Sikkyen says, with a nod. "Definately a green." Nod. Yawn. Eyeballment.

Akkhan arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Miralwyn has her four towels folded in about two minute's time. All in identical lines and sections, piled neatly on the table in front of her as she tips a slight wink to Azia. "Hmm... I say the first hatchling is blue." she chimes in. "And I say that we can hear Pyrene's grumble about it from the Sands."

"Oh, I think the first to hatch will be a Blue," Azia speculates, laughing at the idea of an It-sized crush on Fyria. "And I can't understand why anyone would find the Llamas insufferable. They're animals, just like canines and feline. Big, drooling animals, but still. They're intelligent, in their own way." A pause, and a reflection on Wyn's comment: "Pyrene doesn't like blues, does she?"

Akkhan gives the group within a desultory glance. Until he's had his klah, he won't say a word. Not even about the probable odds of the Hatching. After gaining that cup, he ensconses himself in a chair and merely stares, absently, out into the bowl.

Squaln sets the first folded towel aside and starts in on the second. Yup, he's a pro at folding towels. He does laundry duty when he doesn't have kitchen duty, so, he's had plenty of practice to it. "Nah. I'm guessing brown will hatch first." he renders again. "Or blue, perhaps?" Pause. There's a lot to consider when pondering such a matter. The second towel is then set aside and he snags the third one to fold.

Fyria snorts a bit Tevya-wards. "Now now, I never said I ha--" Okay. So maybe she did say she hated llamas, but hey. One can change their mind, it's a free Pern. On to the subject of hatchlings. "I think the first will be a brown, personally. And I'll guess that the bright egg hatches first," her meaning the Gyrating Glowsticks Egg. "But, that's my thought." Shrug. And no, no llamas will be having a crush on /Fyria/, thank you very much.

Sikkyen goes home.

"Brown? Really?" Tevya repeats, pausing in folding towels to glance at those offering the wagers, "I'm betting green. They usually hatch first anyways, right?" Confirmation is waited for, Tevya folding towels as she continues to keep an ear open to the conversation around her. "Though.." And this can't be helped, "I'd love to see a blue or brown hatched first too. Just to be different."

Akkhan goes home.

But everyone - nay, every/thing/ - has a crush on Fyria. Riiight? "I still say blue. And I think that greenie-blue egg'll be it." Her reference, of course, is to the Elven Forests egg. "Or maybe that darker one - If the dark one hatches first, I say it's a brown. I like that egg a lot." She rolls her shoulders in ignorance. "I suppose we'll see soon. I don't think any color really hatches first. All depends on how patient the dragonet is!"
Tack Azia's name onto that one..

Miralwyn shakes her head in Azia's direction. "No, she doesn't. In fact, her dislike of them is legendary. Even back at Benden, we heard stories of the crazy Reachian weyrwoman who was pathologically mad at blue dragons and their riders." She aquires another stack of towels, even though she's currently chore-free.

"I was thinking the same thing, Fy." Squaln says with a grin. "Though, I think that dark colored egg will hatch first." Dark egg meaning the Phial of Galadriel Egg. The third towel is then folded and placed upon the other neatly. Jumping down from his perch on the counter top, Sqa picks up the small pile of towels and heads on over to the rest to drop off. The herder-candidate then takes a seat and relaxes for a bit amongst his peers. "Oh.. I forgot my klah." he says, gazing back at the counter where the mug rests.

See? Fyria's still the prettiest. Beam. "Ohh...green would be my second guess, Tev. Though Wyn's right. I think it'd be a riot if almost all the clutch hatched out blues. Py would have a caniption fit." And that, would be priceless. Securing yet another towel, she folds it neatly as she looks around the group. "It's coming soon, I bet. Very soon."

"You think so?" Tevya asks of Squaln, "That's my favorite egg. It's so..so.." Brows furrow as words are dredged up to explain just what the Phial egg was, before Tevya shrugs. "It's just a nice egg." Her head then dips in affirmation of her words, Fyria's words soon cause her to grin. "Oh I think it'll be first.."

Azia fidgets, reaching for one of the few towels left and folding it with rapid motions. "Soon? Oh, I'm so nervous.. I've never been this nervous before, ever. Actually, I'd never been a lot of things before coming here. I'd never delivered a Llama, and I'd never dressed up in weird costumes, and I'd definitely never pranked anyone. This is all so new and exciting." Aww. Is anyone else feeling warm and fuzzy? "Though I _am_ still homesick.. Do you guys miss your homes, or do you like it better here? 'Cept for those of you that _live_ here, o' course."

Griffin walks in from the Central Bowl.
Griffin exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Miralwyn laughs quietly and with wicked amusement. "Oh indeed, Fyria, indeed," she agrees, before pondering. "I think, in the tradition of 'Reaches being the oddest of the weyrs, that strange sticky grey egg will go first." The Duct Tape Egg, apparenly. Azia is then turned to. "I suppose I miss being at Healer Hall. Being away from the classes, and the odd really interesting trauma treatment to sit in on. On the other hand, it is distinctly refreshing to be at a Weyr once more... Holdfolk are such prudes about some things."

"It's not..too bad," Tevya replies, the towel in hand folded before she continues, "I mean..I've been away from my family for almost three Turns. It's the first Turn that's the hardest. And then..well it usually gets easier from there." Shoulders are shrugged however, as no true reply can be given on that one question.

Azia's eyes flicker somewhat at the mention of missing family. "I was fostered in Paradise after most of my family died. I have brothers and sisters, but I don't remember them at all. I have no way of contacting them, really. I left my fostermother to become a Herder when I was fourteen, and I've been away from home ever since. I call Ista home, now. I definitely miss the warmth, and I miss my pets. Doing chores keeps my mind off things, most of the time." True, it is with much determination that she plucks up another towel and continues folding.

Miralwyn, now towel-less, taps the tips of her fingers together in thought. "Quite true... But if you really wanted to find your family, there /is/ always a way. I have 20 siblings, myself." she notes, matter of fact.

Nylca walks in from the Central Bowl.

Nylca grins and wanders over to get her customary cup of klah, a few cookies, maybe a meatroll or two, and then come back to settle on a large comphy chair. "Good afternoon all!" she chrips in a happy voice.

"Boy, you are a quite lot today! What's wrong? Llama steal your socks?" Grin is precent on Nylca's cheerful face. Maybe it's the klah? Or the unusualy late hour that she got to sleep? All one knows is she's...happy. And very awake.

Fyria arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Nylca grins and waves at Fyria, hoping to get at least a smile back. "Hello! Hope you're more cheerful than the rest of them!"

Fyria returns from the barracks after disappearing for a while, bearing an...oddly shaped something beneath a sheet. She grins at her fellow Candidates, gives the others a quick nod, and proceeds immediately up to the weyrleaders' table. Whirling around, her eyes flash with amusement as she says "Hey! Candies! Up here!"

Tevya steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.
Tevya returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.
Tevya steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.

Azia seems glad of Fyria's distraction and whirls around, face breaking into a smile. "Oh, it's here! Make sure it's nice and centered, Fyria.. Where _everyone_ can see it." Beam. Her final towel is placed atop the growing stack and she ambles over to the Weyrleader's table to look.

Tevya returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

Miralwyn stands as well, hanging about on the edge of the Candidate amoeba, but strolling over all the same. "Ah... excellent. I think they should like it." she decrees.

Nylca swings her foot lightly as she sips her klah, watching the candidates with a raised eye brow. Now, what were they up to this time?

Lhana arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Tevya goes home.

Fyria places the life-sized...something...in the middle of the weyrleader's table, where it sits nice and tall. Standing back, she looks quite pleased as she turns her gaze over her shoulder with a wink. "Ready?" One...two...three...tada!! With a whoooosh, she yanks the sheet off to reveal a....lifesized stuffed llama? Yep. "Ladies' and Gents...it's....LLaammaa!!!" And so it is. In all it's signatured glory.

Azia golf-claps her heart out. It seems fitting, yes. "Glorious, Fyria. Just glorious." She giggles, eyes dancing over each dark signature. "I hope they like it. I wonder what they'll say when they find it.. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a little trundlebug in here."

Fyria drops Llaammaa.

Lhana steps in just in time to see Fy's oh-so ceremonious unveiling of the LLaammaa. She claps too, laughing. "That's great!" And then...a slow realization dawns. She stops, blinks, and steps closer to the big stuffed llama. All at once, her eyes widen. "Oh. It's...that." She gulps. "I thought we weren't actually giving that to the Weyrleaders!" Or at least...she hoped so.

Miralwyn, glancing about and seeing Settitch nowhere in sight, offers a killing, if deadpan, imitation. "Ooooh, lovely lovely lovely. Simple marvelous, lovie!" She smirks, and then nods, in her own style once again. "Very nice."

Fyria glares at Wyn. Glare.

Azia mimicks the glare. "Miralwyn, please. Do we _really_ need a mimickry of.. that? One is enough, thankyouverymuch."

Lhana smiles smugly, turning back at the others. "Ha. /I've/ never -met- Settirch." Self-satisfied beam. "And from what I hear, that's a good thing." Just in case you didn't know that much already.

Nylca mouth drops. "A llama!?!?!" voice goes between suprise, to laughter, to awe.

Fyria dutifully ignores the Settitch portion of Wyn's comment, instead nodding at the rest. "Thank you, thank you...though you should pat yourselves on your backs as well. After all, we /all/ helped sew it together, and signed our names." She turns, giving the canvas oddly-Frankenstein-ish llama a pat. "You're right...I hope they like it." After all, some of those signatures are in /very/ interesting places.

Sikkyen arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Miralwyn nods to Lhana, gravely herself once more. "Oh, quite fortunate. But really, if the stupid nancing little Weaver can't shut up, I may as well amuse myself." That's her reasoning, and she's sticking to it. The llama is once again eyes approvingly.

And here he is again. Sikkyen, shuffling in, with Girl. From the beach, apparently; his pale skin virtually glows with an unlike-Ike /almost/ tan. Oiled leathers squeak. Squeaksqueaksqueak. Yeah. He plops down on a couch, rearranges himself, and pats his stomach -- up and up and up, the llama circles and sits. Plop.

Fyria steps down to join the other candidates again, peering back up briefly once more. "I hope thye like it, really I do." And thus, mission complete, she turns to grin at the others. "Hey...y'all up for peeking at some eggs? Perhaps we can go pester Shaela or something." Grin.

Lhana mutters something about, "I hope they never /see/ it." But then, she turns, brightening at Fyria's suggestion. "Peeking at the eggs? Sounds good to me!" Definitely. Then she won't be around when they see what she wrote.

Nylca goes home.

Miralwyn laughs quietly, gives the Llaamaa a pat, and nods. "I am never one to be averse to peeking at the eggs... Lead the way?"

Tevya arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Sikkyen has disconnected.

Fyria exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Lhana exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

**TRAVEL SPAM**

Galleries
Row upon row of stone benching rises above the Hatching Grounds, seats for those who come to watch the incredible experience that is a hatching. Each individual seat is embellished with a worn cushion, the only concession to comfort in a place that traps heat, holding it within so that those who watch are inflicted with its intensity, though on a milder level than those who must stand and face the dragonets. The expanse of sand that is the hatching grounds spreads out in front of the benches, a huge stage for a spectacular show.
Type 'help here' for info on how to view objects on the sands.
Settled along stone are nineteen firelizards.
You see Fara here.
Fyria and Lhana are here.
Obvious exits:
Dragon Ledges         Stairs

Fyria steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.

Celestial Starlight Egg
Star-pricks of light burst through the flimsy darkness of velveteen ebony that encompasses this egg. A sparkling flurry of activity traipses over the Cimmerian shell in star-fashioned filigree, mingling together luminous constellations, twisting galaxies and astral explosions of starlight. A super-nova of twirling, whirling, swirling points glimmers against the nighttime backdrop of blackness, misting the dainty egg with a starlit sheen.

Pan chitters and scoots over to make room for arriving Candidates. Twitter

Fyria returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

Pan adds a . to his little message.
Azia comes up the stairs.

Fyria steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.

Kirana comes up the stairs.

Fyria returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

On the sands, Shaela is on the Sands, as per usual, enjoying the latest offerings of food from the kitchens -- and the latest offerings of work from Areiah.

Tevya comes up the stairs.

Kirana strolls in, smiling as she hits the heat of the near-Sands-area. "Waarm." Bliss. "Hey all. What's everyone up to?" Is asked good spiritedly as she heads towards the other candidates.

Fyria looks quite, quite happy as she bounds up the stairs...in a dress..., mixed in among the Candidate crowd. Immediately, she heads towards the ledge and leans over it, giving Shaela a hearty wave and hello to her and the dragons.

Azia is, thank goodness, in pants once again. Ahh. Let's all breathe and relax together. "Mm.. This has to be one of my favorite places in the entire Weyr.." she comments conversationally, perching on a bleacher and basking in the heat. "It's _almost_ as good as being back in Ista. Just a little less.. beach-y."

Miralwyn sighs quietly, blissfully, leaning on the railing at the galleries' edge, and gazing out at the Celestial Starlight egg. Her personal favourite, after all. "Less beach-ish, yes, but there are also eggs to ogle, and no random kiddies kicking sand on you."

Hiza edges in from one of the nearby ledges.

On the sands, Shaela waves up at the assembling group -- was there supposed to be something happening with the Candidates this afternoon? The heat on the Sands must be making her memory faulty, for indeed, here comes H'gurg with a little troupe of Candidates behind her. "You know, I was trying to round them up," the brownrider says, "just my luck that we've a bunch already here. You did get that memo about the practice Hatching?" he inquires rapidly, ignoring the look of confusion on the weyrwoman's face. "I'm going to find the rest of the Candidates. What are they doing up there anyway," he motoins to the group in the galleries. "They should know they're to be down here on the Sands." Clearly Shaela wasn't the only one to miss the memo: maybe there /was/ no memo?

Lhana trudges up the stairs, feeling a bit exhausted from the last chore she was subjected to - kidlet-watching. Shudder. But she's here now, where it's warm and she can - Wait. Practice...Hatching? Slowly, Lhana turns to regard those down on the Sands. "Huh-what-now?" She inquires, however inarticulately, of those down below. Memo? What memo?

On the sands, Lianta steps from shadows to sand, joining the eggs.

Fyria's eyes are reluctantly drawn from her two favourites, the Celestial Egg and the Sunlit Forest Egg, at H'gurg's voice. Huh? She looks blankly at the others before staring back down at the brownrider, and Shaela. "Are we supposed to be down there?" Blank look. Then, oh shards. "Shells!!!"

Tevya has connected.

Ashli comes up the stairs.

Miralwyn, leaning on the railing in a pensive pose, overhears the mutters of the brownrider. Ears perk. Practice Hatching? Must be a Western Weyr tradition. "Intriguing," the HealerCandie can be heard to murmur as she moves off to obey. Maybe It ate the memo?

Fyria goes out.
On the sands, Fyria moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

Kirana blinks. Rapidly. "Memo?" She echos the brownrider in confusion. To the candidates she asks in a rather loud stage whisper, "We were supposed to get a /memo/?" But as puzzlement and general blankness seems shared between her fellow white-knots, she feels a bit less out of it, and she edges towards where they're supposed to be. "What's going on?"

Hiza looks around with a good deal of confusion, and queries, "Does anyone know what Iss is," hehe, "talking about with Hatchings? It's not time, is it?" She looks at the candidates, "No, it must not be.. but.. what?" Blinkee.

Minding the Sands proper, you skirt the vast sea of heat to reach the relative safety of arched rock.
Sand's Edge
Hot -- hotter -- hottest! Heat rises from the Sands just beyond the upraised stone, rippling and undulating outwards to flow out through this vaulted entrance. The air is hot and heavy, a thick mantle that clings to those who skirt the edges of the Sands and slip into the tiered galleries along the inner wall. The whoosh and promise of cooler air is but a few steps away in the bowl.
To the northeast, you see six people.
To the northwest, you see a gold and a brown dragon and three people.
To the southeast, you see a gold dragon.
Dotting the raked dunes at the edge of the cavern are Aeneas and Loki.
Obvious exits:
Galleries Hatching         Sands Bowl
A single step and the heat increases. Another and it gets hotter still. A few more and you are out onto the Sands themselves, bathed in waves of warmth.

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.
Gold Chayath and brown Druseth are here.
You see Mound of Eggs here.
Shaela, Lianta, and Fyria are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Sands' Thermals

In the galleries, Kirana goes out.

Monaco winks silently in from the smoke and mirrors of ::between::.
Fyria calls to Monaco, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

In the galleries, Azia goes out.
Kirana moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.
Azia moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.
In the galleries, Lhana goes out.
Lhana moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

Lianta breathlessly comes in, hearing rumors in the living caverns. Something about a touching or a something else out on the sands. She politely bows to ClutchDaddy and MommyDragon, but stays way out of the way of the dragons. No eating to be done.

Lylia moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.
In the galleries, Pan goes out.
In the galleries, Tevya goes out.
Tevya moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.

Miralwyn slips onto the sands, hopping lightly from foot to foot. They've become night searing as of late, she's sure of it. Still, she manages a reasonably graceful bow to Chayath and Druseth, before scurrying over to Shaela.

And so H'gurg runs off to assemble the rest of the Candidates, leaving Shaela with nearly half of the group assembled to date. And she's supposed to what? "Lylia!" she calls to the arriving brownrider, whispering once she's near enough so that the Candidates don't hear, "Do you know what this practice Hatching business is all about? I never got a memo about it..."

Kirana follows the others onto the sand. "Ooch. Ouch. Hot." Mutter. She bends at the waist in a properly polite bow to ClutchMommy and Co. "Wyn?" She asks in an almost-sorta-whisper as she edges towards the healer-candidate, "D'you know what we're doin'?"

Fyria hisses quietly, pausing enough to give Chayath and Druseth a respectful nod of her head before coming to a hop-stand-jump still near Shaela and the others. "Ow ow ow...hello...ow." Hiss. Note to self. Get sandals. Pronto. Sidling up to Lhana, she whispers "Do /you/ have any idea what this is about?"

Onto the Sands Tevya travels, her gaze sweeping around until friends are spotted and joined. A whisper is then given to them, Tevya nervously looping her hands together as feet shift slightly in the sands. "What is happening?" This accompanied by a glance towards Shaela, Lylia, Druseth and Chayath.

"Practice? /What/?" Stare. From the moment those feet hit the sands, Lylia's a little... confused. "Aren't we just supposed to shove 'em on the sands on That Day and let 'em flail?" Blinking, the absinthe-eyed rider finally lets out a snicker. "Fun. How's this workin'?" Wait. No memo. Huh.

Lianta whispers to Fyria, "I heard rumors about a 'practice Hatching' of sorts, not like a touching, I think." Blink blink. Worried frown, and a sidestep to take the heat from her feet.

Miralwyn offers Kirana a slight shake of her head. "I have not the slightest clue..." she murmurs. "We never did anything like this at Benden..." Benden may have been innovative in the /last/ Pass, but apparently they cling to tradition in this one. "However... perhaps this might be another way of getting us prepared for Hatching Day..."

In the galleries, Hiza watches the candidates filter onto the sands and hops down the stairs(carefully, since she's got The Babe) to call, "Guys, what's going ooooooon? Can I play too?" FLutter, flutter goes the greenrider, who did not recently turn twenty-three. She didn't! She assumes it's a game, anyway. After all, they aren't gettin' all feely with the eggs and it's certainly not Time.

Azia dances onto the sands, snickering at Fyria and glad of her thick-soled boots. She bends neatly towards Chayath and Druseth, smiling in her utter, total, complete excitement as she settles her eyes on the eggs. Ooh. Eggs. Speckled eggs, forest eggs, glowing eggs.. Hard eggs. Hard eggs to be touched. Or not, as the case may be. "Hatching? How can eggs hatch more than once? That's nonsensical."

"That's what they did back when I Impressed," Shaela expresses fond feelings as she remembers back to her two trips to the Sands. Especially the second one. "Back in my day, we didn't need to practice Impressing. We just did it. Apparently H'gurg -- and others -- think this will help to ease Candidate nerves on the day of so we don't have a repeat of last time." You know, when several Candidates fainted upon seeing the fearsome creatures that were Cadgwith and DRuseth's children.

Lhana steps in carefully, hesitantly. She gulps, losing all her last shreds of confidence at the sight of...Him. The Evil One. Druuuuseth. Uttering a small squeak, she casts about for someone to cling to before she actually steps onto the sands. Finding none, she offers a hasty, nervous bow to the ClutchParents and dashes out to cluster closely amongst her friends. "Faranth. What is going /on/?" Her eyes fly to the eggs - a bright, shiny, Glowstick-y one in particular.

Kirana just hmmmms in responce, lips pursing as she looks around thoughtfully. "Well....hmmm...." Puzzle. Mull. Muse. Etc. "Maybe it'll be fun!" She decides to settle on that train of thought. "Sounds sorta like a game you know?" More listening. "See? She said you play!" Nod to Hiza in the galleries. "And...we'll make it fun." Right. Seems having fun is one of Kir's top priorities in life.

Fyria peers over at Lianta, and nods. "Ah. Heh. Wish we'd had this before the last Hatching. Maybe then I'dve realized just how much tinkering I still needed to do to my robe." She wrinkles her nose, eyes bright with amusement as she watches the others hop around.

"Lhana!" A call to fellow friend, Tevya throwing an arm out for Lhana to join in on her cluster, "Just..don't pet Druseth and you should be fine.." Wise words given, though Tevya sends a glance to the brown that soon has her glancing away lest she be receiving the browns attention. That'd not help settle her nerves any. Steps continously shift as she seeks a cool place to put them down, before she does just that. Planting feet down in one spot and not moving them. Somehow that seemed to make her less nervous. "Whatever's happening it..sort of sounds like fun." This whispered to Lhana after hearing Shaela's, Fyria's and the others words.

Thankfully, H'gurg's lackey Y'vyn finally arrives -- and carrying a memo! "Alright, Candidates, you are to line up single file, and I will count you off into two teams," he declares, offering a belated glance to Shaela: she doesn't mind if he steps up and dispenses the orders? Judging by her still-confused expression, apparently she does not. (repose)

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

Miralwyn lines up accordingly, resisting the urge to toss H'gurg a snappy sort of salute. She has the impression that the rank and file brownrider might not appreciate her style of humour. So, she lines up. Good Little Candidate. Right folks?

Lhana carefully averts her eyes -away- from Druseth as she dashes over to Tevya, where she fervently resists the urge to grasp her friend's hand in some sort of death grip. Hurting the hands of one's friends is generally -not- a Good Idea. So she just clenches the top part of her pants in a death grip, instead. Then, at H'gurg's words, she offers a puzzled look, but stays rooted to the spot. Boots good. "Teams?" This should be...interesting.

"Right," Tevya responds, offering a salute to the issue-ordering Rider. Steps bring her into the line and a nervous pulling at her tunic as she lifts onto her toes to glance over the shoulder of the Candidate infront of her. "I wonder what'll be happening /exactly/.." She half murmurs to herseslf.

"Much easier just to toss 'em out, separate the weak, and all that...," Lylia grumbles, before casting a scruntinizing eye at the candies. "Or maybe it /would/ be better for this group..." Silly weaklings. Hmph. Druseth doesn't like the idea, however, giving an irritated grumble as he slinks closer to his favorite eggs. These he's keepin', they're not allowed to hatch. Hmph. And don't breathe near 'em. Rrrrr.

Fyria steps up, shoulder to shoulder with Tevya as she watches the riders with curiosity. Nudging Tevya gently, she says "I don't /think/ we did this with the last one, did we? Or did I just miss it?" Stare.

Kirana brightens as she listens to H'gurg, "See! Lines! It is a game!" She exclaims quietly to the others as she shuffles into line.

Hiza gingerly steps on the Sands, giving a small, "Ihaven'tbeenheresinceIssHatched!" and darting to cling to Fyria and whisper, "She hatched over /there/.. what is going /on/.. I want to play!" The rider giggles and continues to cling, crazy like that.

Azia shuffles obediently, scuffing her boots in the steamy-hot sands as she moves into line. "A.. game?" Why, she's never heard of such a thing. Pfft. "Shouldn't we be touching the eggs, like we're supposed to? I see this all getting out of hand." Yes.. gallavanting Candidates putting their feet through eggshells.. Druseth flaming them all in paternal rage.. It's a lovely, lovely mental image.

Shaela shrugs, "We'll see, maybe this will help the ones who are frightened on the Sands to see that it's nothing to be scared of." She eyes her lifemate, who merely adjusts a wing to protectively cover the eggs nearest to her. So long as they don't go too close to the eggs, she'll be happy.

Y'vyn watches the rather slow movement of the assembled Candidates: this could prove a long afternoon if they take this much time to form a straight line. "Alright," he says from one end of the line. I'm going to count you off. Ones, you go by Shaela; twos, you follow Lylia over by the wall," he points to a place a dragonlength or less from where Shae and Lylia currently stand.

Miralwyn stays very firmly in line, hiding behind a nice burly Guard candidate from Nabol at Druseth's ominous noises. She's not /scared/. Simply being cautious. "A... most intriguing game," she murmurs to Azia. "I do hope the losers do not get set aside as snacks for Druseth."

Y'vyn moves slowly down the line, tapping Fyria as one, Miralwyn as two, Kirana as one, Azia as two, Lhana as one, Tevya as two, Lianta as one, and so on...

"Okay.." Another reply from Tevya as she bobs her head, agreeing with whatever Y'vyn has to say. Much safer that way, really. Hands fall behind her back as she clasps them there, averting her gaze between Chayath and Druseth. "I hope I'm not where Druseth can get at me." This replied to Fyria or Lhana, should either be close enough to hear. "Two." Her number mentioned allowed, tucked away for later use, before she takes a step towards the side.

"The winners do," Ly cheerfully notes for Miralwyn, a bright little nod following. "Follow /me/?" Hmph. At least she likes the number two. Hiza gets nodded at. Non-candidate! She likes those. A lot. And the rider slinkslinks back a little, still keeping a careful eye on Druseth. 'Cause if he started the munchies now, that wouldn't be too good. 'Rrrrr' goes the Big Bad Papa.

"But games are good!" Kirz defends the funness and gameyness of...games to Aziz, though she falls silent as Y'vyn nears her, giving her a number. "One!" Is declared for the benifit of all as she goes towards Shaela. "Who else is a one?" Peer.

Lhana glances about frantically as everyone starts...lining up? Realizing she's supposed to -follow-, the Pink One dashes forward and into the line, sandwiching herself 'twixt two others and attempting to look like she was there all along. Then, all at once, she finds herself given a number. So she follows the other 'ones' over in Shaela's direction, repeating to herself, "Right. One, one, one..." Just in case she forgets. Tevya just gets an emphatic nod, whilst Dru's Rrrrr'ing is skillfully ignored.

Fyria blinks as she gets anointed a 'one', wondering what that exactly means. "Okay...I'm a one, your a one, half of us is are ones. So. What now?" She scratches her head slightly in thought, trying exactly to figure out how this will work. With a shrug, she follows Lhana, since she's a...well...one.

Oliana moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the Sands.
half of us /are/ ones.

Miralwyn is a two. She moves over to stand by Druseth. Oh lovely. Cautiously, she approaches Lylia, and gives a second little bow to Druseth. Why can't he be a /nice/ brown, like her fathers'. But she will /not/ whimper. Nopenopenope. "So who else is a two...?" she queries hopefully.

Oliana is a two, and she's been here the whole time, honest. Just a little spacey and speaking with one of the candidates after bowing and joining in on time to get a number. So she minces over Wyn.

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

Azia seems very much reserved as she's counted off. "2? Alright.." With this, she trails after her fellow 2s. "So wait.. What are we using as dragons?" she asks curiously, popping up by Wyn's side with a small grin. "Nothing painful, I hope.."

"I am," Tevya responds, trudging towards Druseth and Lylia. Both are given a bow and smile before Tevya rightens herself and falls back along with the rest of the two's of the group. "I wonder what we'll be?" Eyes then gaze Druseth quickly, before Tevya is swinging her hands back and forth.

Lhana /was/ going toward the other ones, but then a big cluster of twos came along and...well, she got confused. And thus, she finds herself amongst a group of twos, not quite sure if this is where she belongs, as she seems to have forgotten which number she was given, but willing to stay there anyway. "Shells, but this game is confusing already!" she laments, heaving a sigh.

Mosiah pads out onto the sands, clearly a little belated in joining the group. Don't mind him, he was probably even late for his own birth. He flashes a glance about to the groups that are apparently dividing up, and so he hesitates, watching the process with an amused glance.

If Y'vyn notices that one team is significantly larger than the other, he doesn't say it aloud. One could hardly expect everyone to follow the instructions perfectly, after all. And Candidates do have a tendency to stick in their groups. "Alright. You, team one, yuo'll be Candidates. And team two," he motions to the smaller group, "will be dragonets. You'll start out in your eggs, and then Hatch, and eventually Impress yourselves to one of the Candidates." Hopefully H'gurg will bring more Candidates for team two so everyone on team one can Impress a dragon, too. "So.. if you guys want to get yourselves ready as eggs and Candidates.."

Oliana blinks as Lhana moves to the twos, and moves out from the group--observing that the ones are a person short. Assuming that she must have got her number wrong, she joins the ranks of ones and looks about, waiting to see what else she's missed.

Lianta has disconnected.

Hiza doesn't get a number, but bounces along in Fyria's direction, giving a polite little bow to Chayath and Druseth and burbles, "They're really lovely eggs, and I'm sure they'll hatch into dragons at least sort of as lovely as Issryuith," who gives a little warble from the ledges, overseeing whatever it is her rider is doing. Shaela and Lylia get beams and Hiza briefly skips over toward them.. only less exhuberantly and more carefully. "Hi. D'you know what they're doing?" Flutter. "Oooooooo." As it's explained, "I wanna be a drrraaaaagon." Such a good role model for the next batch of 'Reaches riders.

Lhana goes home.

Miralwyn lifts an eyebrow, intrigued. She glances over to her fellow eggs. "This sounds slightly like a Mindhealing therapy I learned about..." drawls the HealerCandie thoughtfully. "How does an egg act, do you think?"

Fyria blinks as a few random shufflings occur, and finds herself next to Hiza. "Hiza? Do you know what's going on? I don't...and am...oh! I'm a Candidate!" Well, duh. Ahem. Anyways, she grins and shifts her feet appropriately...mainly because the sands are /hot/. "Okay...so, we get to play ourselves, eh?"

"Well..we'll shake, right? And then we hatch.." Tevya responds. "So..I guess we just stand still and then start shaking?" Brows raise slightly before she grins and lets her arms drop to her sides. A shake then is given to her body as she does a little jig, "And then when we hatch, we go after them." Jerk of her head sends direction towards the Candidates. "And we Impress them!"

Druseth is a nice brown. Verrry nice. All sexy and studly and eeeevil. With fangs. Yep. Lylia gives a little nod to Tevya, fairly pleasant, while Druseth just gives a warning groooowl. "Hiza!" Squee! "Awww. Hiza can be a dragon, right Shae?" Hopehope. "They need /one/ good role model out there, anyway..." Hmph. Creepy, creepy candies.

Shaela doesn't know the rules of this game. "I don't see why not?" she remarks to her sandsmate with a shrug of her shoulders. "Maybe ask Y'vyn.. although he looks rather flustered trying to get those ones there to stop flailing. Eggs dont' flail, exactly.."

And Miralwyn... isn't flailing. Instead, she looks like she's doing some odd interpretive dance, standing in place with her arms held up in a vaguely ovoid form. Occasionally, she twitches. The surreal effect is heightened by her completely deadpan expression. "Behold." she notes, dryly. "I am an egg."

Hiza beams widely at Lylia (whoose dragon doesn't scare her so much as make her wary of ever visiting their weyr) and Shaela and makes a face at Y'vyn. "Do I -have- to ask? I'd much rather just.." she moves toward the other eggs and shakes her head, "Nu,nu, they just sit there and... shake a lil' bit and then burst open-Oh! Please don't burst open, who would the real dragons Impress to?" She implores the others chipperly, and then plops down onto the sands(which is likely to scorch her bum) and covers her head, singing (terribly) "I'm a little eggie, waiting to Hatch.. I contain a dragon just for you! Special made by Chayath and Druseth, watch me open and end up... blue!" Overhead, Issryuith is heard given a diseffected sniff. "Er.. green!"

Azia isn't flailing. In fact, she's managed to look positively ovoid by curling her arms around herself and hunching down, rocking in a rather psychotic fashion. One might expect her to start mumbling things repetetively. "Behold. I am _also_ an egg. A better one, too. Who ever saw an egg stand like that, Wyn? Come here.. hunch down here with me. I think I'll be.. Hmm.." And she falls quiet, considering color choices.

Lavinia shimmers in from ::between::, a wheeling flutter of gold.

Fyria just stands there, like she did...how long ago was it? A few turns. And looks wide-eyed as the 'eggs' shimmy and shake. "Oh dear...look!" Snicker-giggle. "They're hatching, Oli!" Fy tugs on her sleeve, hopping up and down. Except that last parts for real. The sands are /hot/.

Tevya is flailing. Credit it to her lack of being able to dance. Arms are waggled in the air as she lifts legs to join in the fun. Sometimes things were just to much fun to not do. Wigglewiggle! Tevya was about to hatch! "This is.." Wiggle.. "Fun!" Exclamation that is whispered to her fellow Candidates, "Now who hatches first?"

Oliana shuffles next to Fyria, looking utterly lost for what to do. So Oliana just shifts, one foot from the other, watching the 'eggs' with an amused expression on her face. "Well, we have it easy, don't we?" she says to Fy, before being tugged on. "Oh!" She pauses. "Yeah! Look at them go!" she says in a loud stage voice, trying to conjure up acting skills.

Kirana keeps with the group of ones, shifting from foot to foot. "It's hoooooot." She goes up next to Oli, "Oooh, lookit, eggs!" Sorta. The people-eggs are eyed, and an eyebrow quirks as Hiza-Egg sings, "Fy?" Peer. "Please tell me they don't sing for real?" Fear. Oh! Time for acting! And dramatics! Kir can do that. "Oh! Look! The eggs! They are hatching!" Squeal. She says her 'lines' in a more-than-slightly exagerated tone, enunciating carefully with false excitment. Yep. She can do that. Badly too.

A flutter, a chirp, a squeak, and who should be hanging off one of the random number ones but... Settitch! The Weaver candidate flutters his hands, and chirps happily. "Ooooh! I just love Hatching time!!! And we don't even have to wear those ghastly boring robes for this one. Does this vest match my eyes, do you think? And will the dragonets like me? Hello, there eggs! Hi lovies!! I'm waiting right here for yoooou!"

Hiza murmurs to the other eggs, "Whichever one of you is -bronze- hatches first. It's good luck, they say. Personally, I like green. But brooooonze should go." She lets out a giggle as Kirana worries and re-starts her song, because she's Hiza, who would be shot by any self-respecting Harper.. if there were guns and she wasn't a rider and killing people wasn't bad. Er... yea.

Fyria is nearly doubled-over with laughter at the flailing, shimmying, shaking Candidates. "Whooo!! Shake your tails, Candida--er, hatchlings to be!!" Her face contorts into a giggle fit as she crinkles Oliana-wards, shaking her head. "I swear, I"m going to pee in my pants...." Or, dress.

Miralwyn-the-egg condescends to crouch on the sands with the other ovoids, although she does manage a most un-egg-like murmur of "I believe my posterior will require numbweed after this." She ponders. "I think I shall play... A brown. And may I maul Settitch?" She then begins to roll from side to side, like a child attempting, but not quite succeeding in starting a somersault.

Oliana is no harper-born. "Oh my!" she says, dragging out the 'my'. Oli doesn't even bother to think back on the last hatching she was at, and how no, this was not how she acted. She gestures grandly to the 'eggss'. "Yes, Kirana, they /arrre/ hatching!" Ahem. She clears her throat and turns back into normal Oliana to giggle at Fyria. "Please don't."

"Right." Jigglejiggle from Tevya as she turns to glance at the Candidates, before saying, "What if we all hatched at once? Wouldn't that scare them?" Like this wasn't? "Or...maybe not." This given the fact that they seemed to be laughing instead of crying at Tevya's spasmodic jerks. "Well who ever wants to go first can. We can just follow after..you."

Azia snickers. In an un-eggy way. And she twitches more. "I'm a Bronze.. Pity you're not up there to Impress, Mira." Poke. Pokepoke. She rolls onto her side, ignoring the burning heat of the sands in a moment of egg-rolling-joy. Oh, it's fun. Wait. She's having.. fun? In a game? Aww. How cute. "CRACK!" With a holler, she unfurls in a tangle of legs and arms and offers a curious rumble. "Who wants to be _mauled_?!"

Lianta has connected.

Hiza rolls around a little bit, and then hoists herself up onto her feet and crouch-waddles(her upper body rocking as to look as though she might be rolling) toward another of the egg candidates, a burly Smith-type, and knocks against him, opening her arms a little and announcing, "Watch me, I'm going to hatch soon!" If only the real eggs were as vocal. Wait.. scratch that. That's /scarey/.

Kirana goes wide-eyed at Fy, "Oooh...that'd be...bad." Yeah. Back to bad acting. "They are hatching! Oh wow! I wonder what they will be?" As Azia "hatches" she lets out a dramatic gasp, "A bronze!" But the girl-bronzes next words make Kirz go even more wide eyed and she sorta ducks behind Oli. "Ee! She's scary! Do they really do that?" Cower.

Oliana looks askew at Azia. "Oh, dear," she mumbles to Kirana and Fyria, taking a step back. "She's going for blood, isn't she?" There's a pause. "Er. He. The /bronze/." She smiles, but doesn't seem ready to play into Azia's hands/claws. No telling what the herderlet will think to do...and Oliana doesn't want to take a tumble on hot sands. "Look at Hiza!" she says just as she's used as a candidate-shield. "No, er, just have to be quick on your feet," she says, trying to turn around to end up behind Kirana.

Fyria snickers again as Azia 'hatches' on cue...and eyerolls at Kirz and Oli. "No no /no/...I was just /kidding/, shells. No /way/ would I even dare think about peeing here!" With this heat? Ugh. Stench. Speaking of, she eyes Settitch rather with a look. Great. Perhaps he'll magically melt into a puddle and disappear? Not likely.

"Look /lively/, candidates! These are slobbering, fanged, mauling dragonets! Potentially your love and life for the rest of your days! Look /excited/." Thankyouverymuch. Mph. Lylia gives a little sniff, shaking her head at Shaela. "Can we trade them in for new ones? Please?" Druseth just rumbles, whuffling towards Azia. Aww. He has a fake-child.

Azia roams about, pouncing quickly over the hot sands more to save her precious hands and knees than to rush. Pounce pounce.. She's a Tigger-like Bronze. Because pouncing is what Bronzes do best - Pouncing on Candidates, that is. "Rawr! RAAAAAAWR! I'm hungry. Feed my face!" A beam of admiration goes to Druseth, along with a croon. "Daddyyyyyy!"

"Go for them Azi!" Shaking continues as Tevya wobbles in her little crater in the Sands, before she glances towards the Candidates. "Who hatches next?" Yes always planning! Wobbling continues as Tevya picks up the speed. Just like she saw Dru-Cadg Spawn do not to long ago.

Oh, definitely not likely. In fact, Settitch is feeling clingy. In fact, Settitch appears to be heading towards Fyria to cling, hands aflutter. "Oooh! Oooh! Fyria! Lovie! A bronze! Isn't he darling! I hope I Impress /him/." Dream on, Settich. A dreamy sigh. "Do you think Sikkyen would like me, If I rode bronze?" Dream on furthur. "He really would look good in lace..." Pervy Sikkyen-fancier!

Kirana continues to try and cower behind Oli, even as Oli tries to get behind her. Makes for confusion. "Oooliii...she's scarryyy..." Whine. Her head pokes out from behind the other candidate though, and she blinks at Az. "Feed your face? That doesn't sound like a very dragon-ish thing to say." She says, as if /she/ knows whats dragonish and what isn't, before she returns to hiding. Settich is just...stared at. "That's even worse than the idea of him being pantless." She comments dryly.

Hiza unravels herself to splay across the Sands(briefly. She's not thick skinned or anything), and gently kick the 'egg' she'd knocked against earlier to 'hatch' too. Both Hiza and the candidate yell, "CRACK!" loudly, but only Hiza scrambles to her feet, swishing a bit this way and that. "I'm the prettiest green ever, I am. Look at me, how I sparkle. I'm pretending to be a copy of Issryuith, I am, because I've just Hatched and I see her up there and I want to be her, I do." Ooo, who wants the dragon with the idolization complex? Time to sniff the candies. Which she does. Actually sniffing. Crazy girl.

Fyria stifles the urge to trip Settitch and watch him fall facefirst into the black sand. Instead, she snorts derisively, arms crossed a moment. "Settitch, the day you Impress a bronze is the day I shave my head bald as an...egg....and tattoo swirl marks upon it." And no, Fyria does /not/ plan on doing that in the near future. So. Catching Lylia's request, she chuckles, and looks fearful appropriately. "Oh my...look, they're coming!! OH fear, fear...I hope they don't hurt us...yet strangely, I feel attracted to them." ERm, yeah. Heat's getting to her.

Roll, shimmy, shake and shiver. Miralwyn's getting into this whole Egg/Dragonet thing. Well, as much as Wyn ever gets into anything so borderline-ridiculous. "Crack." she intones. "Crack crack. Look at me, I'm almost Hatching." She continues to twitch. If only her fellow Apprentices could see her now...

Oliana ends up doing a bit of a turn with Kirana, like an improvised candidate dance, before she finally allows Kirana to stay behind. "If Azia attacks me, you're coming down with us," she says, trying to wink at Kirana from over her shoulder. At Lylia's behest, she attempts to look appropriately impressed (ha) by the dragonets. "Oh my!" she says in again in her honest attempt at acting (which isn't very impressive. ha.) "Look at how sharp those claws are! Yet How I Hope that My Dragon Is Amoungst Them!"

Crack..crack..Pop! Tevya's sound effects complete her 'hatching' and as she emerges, she is none other then a blue dragon. "Look at me! I'm a blue. A blue dragon!" So she's not entirely creative, and she could use a lesson or two in improvisation. The Candidates are oogled as Tevya takes a few steps forwards, and then stops in her tracks. "I'm a hungry blue dragon. Who wants to feed me?" Body goes swish-swish in the sand as she sways from side to side, her arms held out to mimic wings. Now all she needed was a tail.

Azia cackles--.. Er, roars once more and leaps from the sands. "I'm gonna _maul_ you!" In the most non-perverse way possible, of course. Let's all recall Azia's prudishness. And Fyria is pounced. Pounced by a bronze with pigtails, flailing limbs. Looks like Fyria won't be bald, yet. Not until Aziath has scalped her. But she seems to have inherited a dragonet's attention span, too. As soon as Fyria's floored, Aziath is already looking around for fresh meat. Whilst sitting atop Fyria.

"Ooooh... lovie don't do /that/!" chitters Settitch, swooping like an overgrown firelizard. "Swirls are just /so/ not you... Hounds' teeth, lovie, hounds' teeth! Eeeeek!" Well, that's one way of getting a clingy Settitch off of you. Be pounced by a bronze dragonet. The effeminate Weaver flutters away to hover near Oliana instead.

"No feeding til you Impress, y'lazy bloke." Lylia kicks a bit of sand towards Tevya, giving a slight shake of the head. Of course, Druseth gives the most cheerful little chirp towards Tevya. He's got another fake-child. Beam. Can he nibble at them? They /are/ his, after all...

Fyria giggles as she turns to glance at Kirz and Olia, saying "Shells, this is cracking me uuPPPPP---" OOf. Suddenly, she finds herself attacked by one Aziath, quite duly. "Ack...off, off!!" Fy bats at her with a giggle, and squeaks as she's caught between an Aziath and /hot/ sands. "ow ow ow...I'm being /baked/ alive...ack!!" Squirming like crazy, she wriggles beneath the would-be Hatchling wiht a yelp. Sand does /not/ belong there!

Kirana twirls! But still uses Oli as a shield. "Mrrr-eeer....that's what you think. But ok." She agrees with the requirments to using an Oli-shield as she cowers. "They are so scary! But so beautiful!" Is called in her Acting Voice. "And the sand is so hot!" Well that ones true, as she does a few quick hops. "Oh blue! Lookit! So pretty! Like the ocean! Even if it looks sorta like Tev." But that bits not the point. Aziath just gets a sort of fearful look. "Aziiii! That wasn't niceeee!" Is called to the candidate, before she switches back into character. "Oh no! Fyria has been...been...attacked!" Eeeee.

Azia jumps off, giggling wildly, and lopes away on all fours. Hmm. Who to Impress.. From whom will she draw first blood? "Fyria's not.. equipped to be a Bronzerider. Let's see... Hmm. I wasn't hatched to be nice. I was hatched to be a lean, mean, Impressing machine! Ra-a-awr!" Look. She's fearsome, she really is. Maybe not as a Bronze dragonet, but definitely as a mentally unstable Candidate.

"Crack!!" announces Miralwyn pointedly, turning a neat somesault at last, and hissing slightly as sand finds it's way down the front of her shirt. "Ah hah! I am a brown dragon. A handsome, fearsome brown dragon. See me strut, see me search... who will be mine?" she declaims. Even if her strutting is modified to the stumbling lurches of a hatchling dragon. She trips. "Ooof. Faranth's great gold nose..." she grumbles.

Oliana starts to laugh as Aziath attacks poor Fyria, only to find herself annoyed by the Effeminate Weaver, Settitch, who happens to be in her way of a perfect view of Fyria. She takes a step back, forcing Kirana too as well, if she's still attached back there. "You alright there, Fyria?" she asks before returning to being awed by the dragonets. "Oh my! A blue and a green and a bronze! Are not they pretty?" A pause. "Yes! They /are/!"

Lianta wanders back and forth, hoping to avoid Aziath. No-no-no. Hot sand down back of shirt is a definite no-no. Anyways, she's too busy being an.. egg? Yeah, that's it. A crouched up Lianta being an dragon egg.

"Oh..right!" Tevya knew that! Lylia is given a sheepish grin as Druseth is grinned at, Tevya even offering a wing wave. Ie: Arms flapping up and down as she saunters past him. "Right..um. Kreeeeeelll.." Tevya now tries to imitate the dragons. A semi-soft screech passes by lips as she grins, for all of Pern acting like a 5-Turn old kidlet. Who to go to, who to go to? Candidates are headed straight for..semi-straight, as Tevya manages to weave drunkingly around the sands, arms flailing as she does so. Candidates are spotted once more and it's generally a long process to get to them. Kirana's words are barely heard, Tevya adding a wide grin to them, "A beautiful blue!"

Hiza sashays around the Sands, giving a soft purr, apparently having calmed down a bit. To the boy-types, she flutters her eyelashes, glowing before her time, practically. A warble-ish noise escapes her as she swings over to Settitch and sniffles at him for e moment. "You?" She inquiries, before turning tail and stalking away. "No. Much too pretty, and I must be the prettiest." Giggle.

Fyria dusts herself off with a laugh as she stands, waving at Olia. "I'm fine..hehe...just...a bit well-done right now." Fy rubs her arse with amusement, and ooo's at the 'blueTev' and 'brownWyn' that have appeared. "Look look!! Two more!" she says excitedly. OKay, so maybe she is starting to relive that previous hatchling. But she'll be darned if she's going to strip on the sands.

Kirana steps back as Oli does...well sorta stumbles back, but that's alright. She stays upright and that's what counts. "Faranth! Look at them all! They are all so ama-zing! And...and...dragonish!" She's run out of adjectives quickly, and her overly dramatic, false seeming acting falters in the predicament, but picks up easily. "Fy? You alright from that vicious-awful-scary-Azia-bronze?" She calls to the other girl.

Settitch is distracted from his squeaking terror of Aziath and Oliana's oh-so-RUDE refusal to save him by the approach of Hizath. "Ooooh!" he squeaks. "Do you really /think/ so?" Fluttering, he scampers a few paces after her, before relizing that she is, in fact, a dragon. "Ooooh! Oooh! Sorry, Hiza-lovie!!"

Oliana flashes Fyria another smile, but she's forced to pay attention to the dragonets again. She takes another step back from Settitch's flying arms, though. Ok, /now/... "And a brown! What a nice brown! Why they are all so nice!" With every exclaimation from Oliana, she raises one arm and drops the other, back and forth like a lopsided, slow wherry trying to take flight. "What lovely hides!" There is only so much of this the bakerette can handle, of course, and before long she's giggling through each praise. "And Wings! What breadth!"

Tromp..tromp..there goes Tevya across the Sands, the Candidates are finally reached, and Tevya peers at them. "Now who am I going to Impress?" No she doesn't maul. She is /nice/ Tevyath. Body is given one last shake before Tevya heads in one particular direction. Had she chosen?

Azia snuffles about, giggling her occasionaly amusement, before going nose-first intot he sand at a pair of dainty feet. "Kreeeeeeeeel... Feed me. You. Tell me I'm pretty." With a judgemental glare, Azia fixes her eyes on Settitch. "/I'm/ the beautiful one here. Big is beautiful, dontcha know? And I'm the biggest one here!" With a mangled roar, she flops open her arms. "Lookit my wings! Bow before my grace and majesty! Do it!" Now. Maybe it Settitch bows, Azia may see her way clear to possibly getting her poor, toasty buns off these sands.

Wyneth, the brown out on the town, (Hey, rhyme is good), pauses before each of the prospective Candidates in turn. She eyes Kirana, and reaches out to give her an appraising pinch on the cheek. If, of course, she doesn't move. "Hmmm... too bony. Probably can't feed me properly, if she can't feed herself."

Druseth is the beautiful one here, really. The crimson, fanged head droops as he peers down at Miralwyn, a little snort and snuffle offered to his latest baby, and he gives an encouraging croon. Go on, find your freak. Lylia just shakes her head, and again calls out. "/Lively/. You too, dragons! You're searching for your one-true-person, and you're starving!" And stuff.

Fyria clings to Oliana and Kirana like the good, scared little Candidate she would be on Hatching day. Okay, maybe not scared. Or should she be /more/ frightened of these than the real thing? It's a toss-up. "Ooo...look at that /darling/ little blue, girls!" She points towards Tevya-dragon with a wide-eyed grin. "He's so /adorable/..."

Kirana is pinched. On the cheek. "Eeee!" She makes a face at Wyn. "I am /not/ bony! Look whose talking you...you....talking dragon you." Hrmph. She then proceeds to cling to Oli and Fy, moving out from totally behind Oliana to just mostly behind. "Did you seeeee? It /pinched/ me! Do they really do that?" And yes, these are deffinatly more frightening. Fyria's cue the appropriate, and loudly stated, "Awwwww!"

Oliana makes a strangled noise, as now she's being clung to from behind and from the side, her arms and face quickly beading up with sweat. Too. Hot. But unfortunately, she's unable to move from either candidate death grip. "Um. Yes. What darling blues!" she agrees, though she's gasping for a bit more air, and her feet--her poor feet. How can she shift about properly? She hardly even hears Kirana's protests. "Yes, They Pinched you!" she says loudly, before "Oh, I mean. Yeah. Naughty dragons."

Ever heard a Weaver screech like a girl? You're hearing it now. Actually, this screech transcends girliness. This is a howl of pure Weaver... Joy? "EEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!" See Sikkyen hop up and down. "You like me? Really? Oooh! Lovie, lovie lovie! You're so big and strong and brave and handsome... And you'd look just /smashing/ with some burgundy sisal covering your riding straps!"
Settich. Not Sikkyen.
It's late.

With a falling over, it looks like Liantath is hatched. Suppose that there's a crack and a shattering of egg shards about her. She'll be... green. Yes, green. But a rather reluctant dragon. Blink blink. "/Shreeeeek/!" There's some vocalization for you. She slowly extricates herself from the 'tangle' of egg goo, and shards. She's actually trying to pick herself up off the sands, and not get any in her hair. Flutter.

"Hungry!!" Tevya echoes after Lylia, "I'm hungry!" Arms are flapped wildly as Tevya turns her gaze onto all of the Candidates, doing her best to imitate the whirling eyes by rolling hers. Not quite a good idea, because Tevya then flops back onto the sand, landing with a spray of sand on her bum. "Ouch!" Flying up just as quickly, Tevya then uses her hands to brush sand off her arse before turning back to the Candidates. "Right! I'm Hungry! Fyria is then glanced at as Tevya grins at her friend, "Fyria! I'm Tevyath! Feeed me!" And bounding towards Fyria drunken-hatchling-Tevya goes. Impression has occured!

Azia glares. "Put sisal on me, and I will break you in two. Roar." It's said with such passion - Lylia should be pleased. "ROAR. But I _am_ big and strong, and I _am_ pleasantly buff and shiny. And brave. I'll scorch your nosehair to protect it from the intruding boogers." Well, it's the best she could do at the last minute. "Settitch, I Impress YOU! My name is Aziath, and I'm _hungry_. That means feed me, you fool. Now. Stop prancing and get me some meat."

Hiza forgot to be hungry, and goes cross eyed trying to change the color of her eyes. So it's on with the searching she goes, crooning imploringly at several tall buff candidates before moving one. A little gasp escapes Hiza as another green hatches, and she pauses to sniffle more at .. Mosiah. "Are /you/ the one?" Blinkee, "'Siah, are you even paying attention?" Pause, and see if he is or not.

Fyria giggles...then shrieks as she suddenly finds herself with a...Tevyath? Darn...she /was/ hoping for a Karielth, but Tevyath's just as good!!! "Oooo...look look!! Her name is...TEvyath!!" And sure enough, she giggles and gives Tevyath a huge hug....but will forego the raw meat this time.

Wyneth offers a /highly/ draconic thumbing of her nose (snout?) to Kirana, before standing before a certain besieged BakerCandie. "Feed me!" she intones. "Feed me and I'm yours. We will fly high together and go sit on a nice Southern beach on our days off." Sotto voce, she mutters. "Please? My posterior has third degree burns..."

Oliana blinks and breaks into laughs. "Yes, er.. Wyneth!" she says, not sure if she caught the name or not. A well. "Let's go to Southern and soem food!" she readily agrees, twisting herself a bit out of Kirana's grasp. Wyn, her hero, really. But, to pay Wyn back a bit for poor Kirana, she pinches Wyn's cheek. "What a wonderful brown I've impressed!"

Tevya returns the hug as she grins, "See Fyria? Nothing to worry about. So when Tevyath comes charging to you.." Brows dart upwards as she grins, and then it's to watching the other dragonets hatch and Impress, Tevya getting a good look at how she must've looked, and getting a good idea as to why Fyria and the other's had been laughing.

Kirana eeeees as The Rude Dragon, aka Wyn, stops in front of her Oli-shield. "Ooooli! It's the scary pinching one!" She exclaims, sticking her tongue out at Wyneth. But she does let go of Oli. Only to find Fy's been taken too. Both her clinging posts. "Oooh." Pout. "Congratulations you two!"

Lianta thinks about all sorts of food. Be hungry. Hungry hungry hungry. Bubblies, just perfectly done, bread fresh out of the oven, some of those nice yummy cookies... Urgh. Back to character. Her head pokes up over an upraised arm, blue eyes twitching in a poor imitation of whirling. She might not be the prettiest green ever, nor the most flamboyant. Inching her way across the sands, she peers at those left hereabouts. Cue quailing, dragonth style. Eep.

"OoooooooOOOOHHHH!!!!" chirps Settitch. "No sisal. Yes, Aziath, whatever you say. But maybe a little lace?" He /does/ do his best to tone down the prancing to an outlandish butt-wiggling walk. "Herdbeast or wherry, lovie? Perhaps a little porcine? And a little garnish of parsley...?" Does he give up? No.

"Southern? When wherries drink tea with harpers." Grumble. Lylia shakes her head, leaning against Druseth's foreleg as the dragon edges closer to his favorite, the Fiery One Ring Egg. Hmph. Hishishis. And so are the little fake ones, they're his tooooooo. Ha. Settitch gets whuffled, just as the rest. Eww. They can have that one.

Hiza sniffles at Mosiah and moves on, creeling unhappily. "I wanted Siiiiiiiiiaah!" she cries, flinging herself at the next closest person, who happens to be Kirana. A little sniff at the girl and she decides, loudly, "Hey, you smell nice, and I'll take you to warm places, I will. I'm.. er.. Hizath.. and I'll be yours for/ever/. That healer boy doesn't know what he's missing, and neither does that Wyneth.... can we go eat?" Giggle.

Miralwyn rubs at her cheek with a longsuffering air. "You know, I /could/ bite your hand for that," she notes conversationally, shuffling along over the sands beside Oliana. "Right... food. We aren'tactually going to have to eat raw herdbeast, are we?"

Well, they are a good source of iron. Essential to every Candidate's health. Ahem. Fy grins wryly at the 'dragons', saying "Why not? After all, this is great practice. WE all should practice cutting up little herdbeast chunks and stuffing them down your maws, right Tevyath?" Fyria looks cute.

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