Narrath and Janareth's son, Jisanth, is born on Saturday, Feb. 15, 1997
[Oh what to do for a weaver on the sands with needle...]
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Cyrina is here.

Rumlet winks in from between, vanishes, then blinks in again, bringing a
chilly wind.

Cyrina gives a soft chuckle, "Rumlet...hello little one"...reaching in her
pocket for some tidbits

Rumlet squawks in sight of the big nasty holocam, then realises he's going to
get his face stuffed and lands merrily on the railing.

Cyrina grins and leans forward, "There you go"..giving him the meatroll

Rumlet daintily takes a bite of the meatroll, fully expecting that Cyrina will
keep holding the rest of it for him.

Cyrina grins and moves closer yet, "Ok, I'll hold it, I know you won't bite
me"....

Rumlet snatches the last bite of meatroll from Cyrina's hands. Nummy nummy.

Now, does she carry oil with her? Attention attention attention!

Cyrina grins softly as she sits back, "Hungry weeren't you?"

Rumlet ducks his head like it's a nod, and chitters on about how his humanpet
is too distracted to look after him! He's just so weak with hunger, and you
just ignore that big bulging belly of his cause it's lying!  He hops off the
railing to land in your lap.

Cyrina giggles, "Whatever that all was about"..and her hands rest gently on

Rumlet as she scritches him

Rumlet stretches his wings out away from his back so that they aren't in the
way of scritching. Then, suddenly, he pulls them into his side and, shoulders
leading, rolls over onto his back. Tummy scratch!

Cyrina gives a warm hearted laugh, "You are just adorable you know"...and
gently scritches his tummy...and under his little chin

Rumlet sighs in pleasure and starts trilling high in his throat, purring the
way flits do. As he relaxes one of his wings starts drooping out off your lap,
and all legs go akimbo. So elegent.. :)

Cyrina makes sure Rumlet doesn't fall...so relaxed he is..she keeps
scritching with a soft smile on her face

Balen has connected.

Rumlet reckons Cyrina is stuck here for life. She's a souce of food and
scritching all in one. He promptly falls asleep, on his back and all. Hope he
doesn't snore ;)

Cyrina gives a soft chuckle....glancing down at Rumlet

Balen carefully makes his way down the stairs.

Rumlet grumbles something rude about Ukyo's server, then rolls over and goes
back to sleep.

Cyrina gives Rumlet's tummy a little tickle

Rumlet giggles.

Rumlet wiggles on his back, waking up a little bit, tiny jewel eyes glinting.
He stretches out, his little back arching upwards, pushing his shoulders down
into the soft lap he's lying on.

Cyrina giggles and just gently strokes again

Rumlet sighs happily, and rolls over onto his front again so his back can have
some attention. His wings droop in utter relaxation, and his breath comes out
as sweet little whistles.

Cyrina grins softly, "What a dear you are"...her soft hands lovingly scritch

On the sands, Jalysa wipes the drool from her chin as she wakes up from her
nap and looks around curiously to see what she missed.

Rumlet hears the sound of wiping drool, and come awake to fly onto the railing
and chitter hello to Jalysa.

With a flick of his tail, Rum blinks out of sight to go *between*.

Basara arrives.

Jynx chitters.  The oddest emotions come form 'pets sometimes..

Cyrina turns and smiles gently, "Hello"..

Basara nods his head cautiously, with a small smile. "Greetings."

Cyrina extends a small hand, "Cyrina, healer apprentice"

Basara shakes hands, "Basara. Erm, no title, as yet." He lowers his head,
slightly.

Cyrina mmmmsss, folding her hands on her lap.

Cyrina says, "Lovely evening"

Basara smiles again. "That it is, that it is."

Basara seats himself on a bench, drawing his legs up underneath him.

Cyrina motions down to the sands, "Such beautiful eggs...wonder when they
will be hatching"

Jynx chitters..  where /do/ 'pets come up with all those convoluted emotions
and images??


Basara chuckles. "Who can know. They are lovely eggs, yes. I would hope to see
them hatch."

On the sands, Gamma has arrived.

On the sands, Janareth lifts his head, eyes whirling calmly blue, and sweeps
his gaze lovingly over the mound of eggs.  All still there, good.  With that,
he rests his head back down on Narrath's back and returns to dozing.

On the sands, Narrath twitches in her sleep and thumps Janareth onna the
head.  Stop movin'.

Cyrina sits up a little straighter to see down on the sands

Basara notices the movement on the sand, and eyes the dragons thoughtfully.

Zoon pops in from ::between::

On the sands, Wizened Mercurial Egg knocks... then it shakes... then it
rattles... then it spiiiiiiiins...

On the sands, Star-Spangled Dreamcatcher Egg shudders suddenly. Catch a dream
and the wonder of this egg would be as sweet in the sibilant roll over sands
heated ochre.

Cyrina blinks...eyes wide

Jynx trumpets.

On the sands, Narrath thwaps Janareth on the head again.  /Stop/ movin'.

Basara blinks, and silently moves a few benches closer, to view the goings-on
better.

On the sands, Shudders, a small shivering, as the life inside wakes for the
first time.

On the sands, La Luna La Luna Egg drifts, ever-silent...and the darkness
recedes...the light side predominate as the egg...shifts within the sands.

Cyrina slides down to the front benches or she'll never be able to see once
all the people come..her being so short and all

Cashar arrives.

Cyrina grins and waves to Cashar, "Hi"...from her seat near the front

Izmir arrives.

Keslion arrives.

On the sands, Narrath blinks open her lids and lazily lifts her head up.
 Stop... /eggs/.   Dumping Janareth to the sands, Narrath picks her great bulk
 up and starts a low hum.

Keslion wanders in looking thrilled. "They let me have some time off...what's
 that?"

Genive arrives.

Cyrina is thrilled to see her friends, "Genive"..she motions her over

Cashar smiels brightly at teh sight if Cyrina. "Hey there girl.." the farmer
 greets cheerfulyl as he strides dowb to the lower tier.

Genive slips over and tries to settle by Cyrina.

On the sands, Cracked Ochre Egg sits. Silence is golden as the sun swirling
 heated against the sands baked and filled with the future of Telgar...silent
 as this egg.

Roney flutters in from ::between::, looking exceedingly proud of himself.

Cyrina chuckles pointing to the eggs..."Now all those antsy candidates will be
 /very/ nervus"

On the sands, Janareth scrambles to his feet as fast as his bulk will let him.
Suddenly overfilled with energy, he, too, begins a low thrum.

Alaera arrives.

Keslion looks for somewhere to sit. "Kewl...I arrive just as they start
 Hatching."

Tesi arrives.

Nipper scampers out from behind a shadow and plops down beside Tesi's feet.

Keslion finds a seat near the front. A random blue firelizard hummmms at her.
She gruns.

Joshua arrives.

On the sands, Lopsided Jade Egg roates slowly in it's place on the sand, it's
tilted angle squirming and shifting the sand away. Soon.

Alaera disappears suddenly for parts unknown.

Zoon adds his zippy little voice to the deep bass hum of his /bigger/ dwagon
counsins.

On the sands, Wizened Mercurial Egg slows its spinning as it halts... and then
it just starts to shake and shiver... a little pinging, knocking sound can be
heard from inside...

Izmir smiles and pops off a cocky salute to Joshua.  "Lord Holder!"

Joshua sees the tanner, "Izmir!"

Tesi slides into a seat in the front row, pushing her way in between a herder
and a miner.  She stares out in interest at the hatching sands.

Keslion leans over the railing.

On the sands, Finger-Painted Blue Egg rocks once, knocked by its neighbor.

Tarah arrives.

On the sands, Not to be eclipsed, La Luna La Luna Egg rocks once more, the
sinuous dividing line writhing as that within seeks out from the dark and into
the bright light of day.

Tarah slips in by some other Healers.

Cyrina grins and quickly waves a hand to Tarah before looking back at the
sands

Roney tweeters anxiously at Cyrina. Where's his pet? Why isn't she coming?

Cashar grins as he looks around for the farmers contingent. "Say Lady
Genive... How many Candidates did /we/ send to this hatching?" Cash asks, not
even attempting to hide his arrogance. "Always said you couldnt beat the farm
bred."

Cyrina tilts his head to Roney...then she stands to search the crowd..where
/is/ Alea?

Watch your marks, Sabyne is back.

Krystal has arrived.

On the sands, Ringed Rivalry Egg shimmishimmieshakes, scattering sand
everywhere before settling down.

Genive smiles back at Cashar Well at least two if not three... Balen,
Dom,Trianna.

Krystal waves to all as she looks around.

On the sands, B'ner has arrived.

On the sands, Gamma sifts at her seat mummering softly to Jal. experienced
eyes slip to the eggs and she elbows. "Pssst. Hey Jal?" **POKE** pokepoke

Cyrina grins seeing Krystal

"What about Tarlieen?" Cash asks slowly as he motions for his mate to join
him.

On the sands, S'ran has arrived.

Krystal moves to Sit with her mate.  Kassie coos as she sees her daddy

On the sands, Jalysa owwies and slaps at Gamma's hands.  She's fragile
you know, "Yes, yes.... the /eggs/.   They're /moving/"  She's good... yep.

Joshua eventually finds a seat

Krystal passes Kassie over to daddy.

On the sands, A tremor and shake. A shudder and twitch. Living Jewel Egg
begins it's task of quaking and quavering -- hatching time's near.

Alea arrives.

On the sands, S'ran rushes in, halfway expecting the clutch to be already
hatched.  Good, made it in time.  He jogs over to Jalysa and sweeps her up
in a violent hug.  "It's time!  It's time!" as if she didn't already know
that...

On the sands, Desolate Light-Forsaken Egg just sits there.  Not a bit of
movement, nopenopenope.

Alea slides into a seat next to Cyrina just in time. "What's been happening?"

On the sands, Gamma's hands sting! Though the elbow is in tact. Yah! *poke*
"Look. A /candie/"

On the sands, Jalysa manages not to shriek and hugs S'ran back. "I
knowwww!" she beams.

Alea presents her shoulder for Roney to land on.

Keslion looks over the Sands. Watching the scene she's heard about but not
seen. "They're beautiful." The dragons? The candies? The eggs?

On the sands, Janareth puffs himself up some more and redoubles his
hummmmming efforts as the clutch begins to positively boil.

On the sands, Gamma says, "Shoot. It's just /S'ran/," Gamma teases and winks
at the bronzerider. "Exciting watching yer bebbies. Eh?"

Chukin arrives.

Joshua waves to Chukin

Chukin eyes glacncing at a certain healer "Hey Hi Sir Josh"

On the sands, S'ran claps Gamma's shoulder, staggering her in his
enthusiasm.  "Nothing like Hatching Day, I tell you!"  He leans toward her and
lowers his voice, "After this, Jalysa will finally return to sleeping in my
Weyr,"

Balen
    You see before you a man of some indeterminant years, with a weathered,
but still hansome face.  He stands a tall 6'2", with a medium build, and legs
almost too long.  He seems to be energenic, and allways scaning his
surroundings.  By the grin that seems to almost be creeping out of his face,
this may be the type of a man that finds humor in most anything.
  He is wearing a plain white robe, of some indeterminate fabric.  He looks
silly dressed in such.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
 Beaded Bracelet                 Basket of sand
 The broken remains of the weyrwoman's table

On the sands, Balen steps lightly onto the sands.

Margo
Curl-mangled, chestnut tangles cork-screw vehemently downwards to mid-back and
beyond, allowing strangles to crown features of relative oddity: drab, somber
gray eyes lay under an ashen shroud, and mouth is dappled with a sunset's
ruddy color, while cheeks are pudgy, tinged with natural rouge.
Dwarfed--elfin; combinations of over-indulgence and lethargy have executed a
turn-around of sorts: her ex-athletic form is now plump -- in every sense of
the word.
Patheticly stitched, it seems to still be the skeleton of a weaver-made robe;
pristinely white--ever white--folds of paper-thin cloth falls straight from
shoulders to knees, rough hems frayed. Perhaps more wrinkled than should-be,
and more un-refined than most, the robe still suits it purpose: to keep a
candidate clad.
She is awake and looks alert.
Twitchy; itchy, shakey, confused.

On the sands, Margo steps lightly onto the sands.

Isobel
Unnerving silvery eyes peek out from a contrastingly angular face to present
you with a paradox between softness and harshness. Her grey-misted short black
hair curls around her head, barely reaching her nape. Her pointed chin
protrudes sharply, making her look a bit pixieish. She could almost be called
pretty...if it weren't for her nose. Despite the angularity of her other
features, her nose is a bit roundish, small, and rather flat, marring an
otherwise decent face. It does, however, serve to make her immediately
recognizable.
The palest white serves to make Isobel's skin take on a richer glow, bringing
out the warmth reflected from the sands. A sleeveless shift of sturdy white
serves as a robe, arms bare for coolness' sake. Not-so-straight seams trail
down the edges to the ragged and lopsided hem hanging just below her knees.
Thin sandels are her only compliment to the simplicity of the outfit, designed
for breathability.
She is awake and looks alert.

On the sands, Isobel steps lightly onto the sands.

Merlin
 Though he is surely shorter than average when someone concentrates on his
height particularly, he somehow towers over those around him with a sense of
presence as he looks around with sparkling blue eyes which show an inner
merriment others seem to lack.  No particular feature seems to bring out his
rugged handsomeness and his lips seem to be continually trying to curl into a
smile at the way peopel seem to peer at him form the corner of their eyes.
Around Merlin's waist is a belt with a small sheath hanging off the side.
He wears the knot of a Herder Apprentice stationed at Telgar Weyr.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
 Plain belt                      Merlin's Dartboard

On the sands, Merlin steps lightly onto the sands.

Talir
Talir is a thin, rather rakish-looking specimen. He looks as though he's spent
a lot of time traveling recently for his skin is darkened from too much sun.
He has very dark brown hair that hasn't been cut for a while,but he has no
beard.
Talir is wearing a plain white garment obviously made by unpracticed but
careful hands.
He is awake and looks alert.

On the sands, Talir steps lightly onto the sands.

Tarlieen
Miniscule saffron finglets hover over Tarli's ears, scarecly falling about the
base of her neck. Taunting the base of her nose, a rebellious strand of flaxen
corkscrews often tickles her nose, frequently causing her to sneeze.
A-a--choo. Consistantly enveloping every inch of her precious bronzen skin,
wine-rose cheeks light up the center of her peculiar heart-shaped face --
almost angelic in a way, though Tarli is far from angelic. Sea-blue orbs gleam
with adolescent humor from within her generous features, as though constantly
plotting, or planning something. Petite for her age, her endless hunger is a
sign of impending growth, either that, or she's just always hungry.
Perpetually growing, gawky limbs rest ceaslessly against her side, wriggling
with a youthful energy. A bronzen tan envelops every inch of her luscious
body, a direct result of her tedious time spent harvesting redwort, almost
always leaving a smudge or two upon her face.  A smile appears to be a
constant addition to her delicate face, rarely lingering into a frown.
A spectrum of unblmeished ivory, speckles of the reddist redwort vein across
the robe; hardly well-sewn stiches hold this pathetic attempt at a robe
together, as it folds aimlessly towards the edge of Tarli's mid-thigh, then
plummeting to her calves. Mottled chalk-like sash cinches about her waist.
Unruly, un-restrained; tattered nutbrown boots climb up the curvature of her
calves, proving little, if no, comfort and support for the sands - besides
looking cute.
Adolescence has graced this energetic youth, slowly approaching 19 turns.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
 Tarli's Klah Mug
Odd. Weird. Redworted. A candidate? Yikes!

On the sands, Tarlieen steps lightly onto the sands.

Ukyo
Ukyo looks at you intently from deep brown, almost black eyes, set in a
sharply chiseled, angular face. His black hair is tied back in a half-tail,
and is currently dyed with streaks of bright, luminous blue, hiding and
blending with the deep black. In build he is slender, with light muscling to
show for a fairly active lifestyle. Since he began living at the Weyr, he's
filled out a bit, losing more and more of the gangliness of youth till it is
almost all gone in favour of strength and vigour. His manner is generally
courteous, but there is always humour bubbling behind those manners. When not
conversing with people, he always seems to be daydreaming with a vengence, but
when you have his attention, he is lively and quick, ready to either enjoy a
joke or lend a sympathetic ear.
A snow-fresh white robe falls softly from Ukyos shoulders, following the
diagonal lines of his sides to be caught in around his narrow waist with a
plain white wherhide belt. From there it falls straight to the ground, the hem
hovering a little way above his brown sandals. It is a simple sleeveless
design, but elegantly done, finished immaculately and lending poise to its
wearer that might otherwise be lacking on this most stressful of days.
He is 20 or so. You never can tell, really.
He is awake and looks alert.

On the sands, Ukyo steps lightly onto the sands.

Aura
A pretty young woman, with shoulder-length brown waves and a sparkle in her
emerald eyes.  Not thin, but not plump either, she has a few curves in the
right places, and her voice holds an unidentifiable accent.  She isn't tall,
in fact is rather petite, but from the way she carries herself, she simply
/looks/ capable.
Aura is dressed in a perfectly-sewn Candidate's robe of white.  Every hem is
straight, every stitch even... is it quite obvious enough that this one was a
Headwoman once?
Aura looks to be in her early to middle twenties.
She is awake and looks alert.

On the sands, Aura steps lightly onto the sands.

Zarena
You see a young woman, perhaps in her late teens. Her features are a bit
standard. She isn't a ravishing beauty, but she's pretty enough. Her eyes vary
in color according to the light from the purest of sapphire to the palest
blue-grey. Her lips are pert, often smiling, the ruby-color brightening her
whole face up. Her visage is a bit thin, as if this girl should eat a little
more, her cheekbones sticking out only slightly, but enough to notice. She has
long flaxen hair, the shade apparently natural and not bleached by the sun.
Her hair is cut a bit raggedly on top, the rest of the silky strands braided
away neatly, hanging down her back. Her body is slim, hands a bit callused,
proof positive that she is no stranger to hard work.
She is wearing a white robe of no particular merit. It is sleeveless, but fits
well enough. The robe does down to her knees, carefully hiding anything that
might be inappropriate. Oddly enough, there are small round shapes sewn into
the hem. They make no noise, but they are unusual.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
 Dark Silver Bracelet

On the sands, Zarena steps lightly onto the sands.

Eibhlin
Eibhlin could best be described as a measure in extremes. Scarcely topping
five feet in height, her figure is marked by undue fragility, narrowly boned
in feature and frame; impossibly blue eyes gleam a startling sapphire,
shadowed by hair of faded, thin, strawberry blonde that hangs lank past her
hips. However small she may be, though, she's not quiet: boisterous cheer
rings in her wide smile and demeanor, furthered by her ringing voice.
White, pristine and oversized, covers her figure, the hem unfortunately sewn
with /amazing/ sloppiness. She won't trip, but it has a few inches difference
in length. Simple sandals are on her feet, and her long, hip-length hair
spills flat down her back.
She is awake and looks alert.

On the sands, Eibhlin steps lightly onto the sands.

Taylor
Ample locks wave midnight sky framing his square-jawed face; brows stretch
over shaded grey eyes stained with patience and curiosity, set on either side
a long nose that tips down at the end.  A small scar sits beneath his lower
lip, curving in its slight size to his dimpled chin. He stands a shade shorter
than 6', defined muscles show in tanned arms and legs, with a stance not
imposing but more relaxed and approachable, setting his patients at ease at
once. If you notice his hands, immense and powerful though they are, the tips
of his dexterous fingers are red, stained from some healer ritual he must
practice countless times. When he speaks, the voice that rolls out is like the
thunder rumbling among clouded nights.
Taylor's wearing a knee length robe of the softest sisal white.  A rip, from
tug-of-war with firelizards that just would not behave, has sliced up his
right leg almost to mid-thigh, showing a bit more leg than he likes.  The
neckline curves around with a slit between clavicles to show hairless chest;
sleeves dangle to elbows with not a pattern or embellishment on cuffs.
He seems about 16 or so turns, though he appears older due to expressive lines
about his eyes.
He is awake and looks alert.

On the sands, Taylor steps lightly onto the sands.

Tarinda
Tall and as flat as a board she moves through life with about as much grace as
a newborn colt.  Stringy limbs boast of knobby knees and elbows that twitch
ever so often out of nervousness.  Three braids of honeygold dangle from her
head, two in front and one long one in back, their ends tied loosely with pink
bows in a vain attempt at looking somewhat elegant.  Uneven bangs obscure the
shifting shades of her hazel eyes before ending in ragged tufts behind her
ears.  Prominent features stand out from her oval face; bulbish nose, pouty
lips, and cheekbones sharper that a cook's knife... but all somehow combine
into a tolerable appearance... not exactly pretty, but not outright hideous
either.
A plain white robe... a bit ripped at the seams... but hey, Tari's a growing
girl!
She appears to be in her late teens...but appearances certainly can be
deceiving. :)
She is awake and looks alert.

On the sands, Tarinda steps lightly onto the sands.

Jowl walks in looking areound "Hi Love" to Genive , and a hbig belly hell
oto Josh

On the sands, Merlin looks about nervously.  He's actually /here/.

On the sands, Balen figgits from the hot sands.

On the sands, The rotation of La Luna La Luna Egg continues, the dark ebon
fighting back in a surge as the light drifts under.  That within stills...has
the dark emerged triumphant?

Jowl says, "whispers where is balen?"

Dominic
A young man of meduim build, his short dark brown hair and his matching brown
eyes strike you at once.
He looks to have little body fat, his muscles not predominant but there none
the less.
His hair freshly shorn, the tint of green is not as noticible as it once was.
The front hangs just about covering his eyes, making him appear as if staring
from a cave.
Upon his lanky frame a handstitched white robe is draped, the hand stitching
is visable as it's so large. A simple rope belt cinches it around his waist,
it's length reaching just above his knees.  A pair of leather sandles sit upon
his feet, the leather wrapped around his ankles to keep them securly in place.
A loner by nature, but willing to work hard and join in on occation in any
games that may be occuring.
Come on over and say hello, he may not answer right away but give him a
chance...it's well worth it.
Upon Dominic's shoulder sits Alegraem his tail wrapped around Dominic's neck.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
 Alegraem
Contemplative

On the sands, Dominic steps lightly onto the sands.

Chukin goes home.

On the sands, Taylor raises brows as the egg he so longs for twirls in the
ripple of sand.

Jowl says, "Go Dom!!!!"

On the sands, Revolving on a slow axis, Lopsided Jade Egg turns and twists, as
if undeciding which way to rotate. So it sits, calming for a bit, catching
it's breath.

Basara leans forward, noticing the candidates arriving.

Joshua waves to Jowl and points to Balen

Genive smiles at the sight of Jowl "Hi Love!"

On the sands, Ukyo looks around, seeming a little shaken. Then he /does/ give
himself a shake, and strides out onto the sands walking around the eggs to
give the others room to find their places.

On the sands, Isobel swallows a deep breath as the heat of the sands hits
her full in the face, scorching fire threatening to burn.  One glance at the
already moving eggs and she continues to follow the candie conga line, bowing
to weyrpeople, and dragon sin turn.

Cashar stands abruptly as the Candidates step upon the burning sands. Deep
green eyes follow the Farmer contingent closely. "Dibs on all four farmers out
there impressing.." Cash says with a deep chuckle, tenderly holding his
daughter.

On the sands, Talir fixes his eyes on the small orchre egg he touched earlier.

On the sands, Merlin frowns at the scene before him.  Could that egg
actually have /moved/?

Cashar says, "Tarl...Balen...Dom!!!! "

On the sands, Eibhlin stares, her eyes widening and widening even more into
brilliant sapphire. /Eggs/. Moving. She pays her respects and scitters to a
place in the semi-circle, fingers clinging to her robe.

On the sands, Balen blinks and bows to Jaylys and then Naranth.

On the sands, Tarlieen blinks. Sea-blue orbs widen in pure astonishment,
redworted fingers trembling besides her hips. She haphazardly glances about,
twisting her torso towards Narrath, then Jalysa. "Greetings." she beams, then
strides into the semi-circle of candidates.

On the sands, Raiylin steps lightly onto the sands.

On the sands, Aura comes out, stepping gingerly... one step on tiptoe,
the next on the heel, trying to keep her feet /somewhat/ cool.  Hurried
half-bows are exchanged with Narrath and... um... what's-his-name, and
everybody else she can remember... so hurried.  She enters the circle with the
rest, still nervously straigtening her robe.

On the sands, Alaera steps lightly onto the sands.

On the sands, Taylor almost bumps into the candidate in front of him as the
line travels through the tunnel.  He steps on the edge of his robe then bows
full from waist to the weyrwoman then queen.

On the sands, Gamma laughs out loud and leans back nto S'ran. "I know /exctly/
what you mean." Heck she's tried to get Taylor to warm her...hearth (yah
that's it) enough times. She winks back. "That's the /best/ part about having
it over wiht."

On the sands, Dominic lifts first one foot then the other..phewww hot

On the sands, Margo sneaks on in; slip, slide, enter, eep! "Big dragons!
Wiggly eggs!" she announces, shoving an elbow in to her fellow candidate's
side, and waving a finger about. "Bow?" Curtsy; holding the edges of her robe,
bending at the knees, Margo curtsies.

On the sands, Talir turns and bows deeply to the weyrleaders and the two huge
dragons.

Keslion watches intently.

On the sands, As he comes to a halt, Ukyo bows to the Weyrleader and
Weyrwoman, then to Narrath and Jannarth.

On the sands, E'nan steps lightly onto the sands.

On the sands, Dominic bows respectfully the to weyrleader and weyrwoman then
to the magificent dragons

On the sands, Ringed Rivalry Egg nestles deeper into the sands as if to say
>>Just a few more minutes, mommy?<<

On the sands, Merlin grins nervously as he drops hsi own little quick bow
to all at once, then tries to shuffle into teh background.

Jowl puts on his leathers you know the anti-spam ones.

On the sands, S'ran turns to beam at the candidates, returning each bow, as
his smile threatens to hold a coup and take over his face completely.

On the sands, Zarena offers somewhat of a bow to Narrath while wrinkling her
nose up at her... no /drool/.

You overhear Alea whisper ""Oh, ... ... ... ... and Ukyo ..."  to Cyrina.

On the sands, Nay, sinuous line wavering as the light fights back, darkness
shattering upon the full force of the impassioned will within the egg.  La
Luna La Luna starts to crack, streaks appearing within its bright, within its
dark.

On the sands, Alaera follows Rai in, moving over to join the other riders out
of the way of the candies, "Ooh I forgot how hot it gets."

On the sands, Raiylin bows quickly but deferentially, then
strides over to the helper-types with a bright grin hovering at the corner of
her mouth.

On the sands, Tarinda kisses her knees as she bows the the dragon and
Weyrleaders before bounding off after the others.

On the sands, Yes, moving eggs, and yes, protective mother-type dragons.
Isobel's not afraid, nah.  Well, maybe a bit, but stoic that she is, she
doesn't show it much.  Taking her self-appropriated place near a circlet of
nervous, hand-wringing girls in white, arms cross and feet begin the
slip-slide-shift motion in attempts to keep them cool.

On the sands, Gamma ooooooosss... It's /E'nan/. "Yooohoooo! WeyrlingMaster!"
Oh yes. She's not seen him since.... her last flight. Hrm.....

Cyrina hmmmss nodding to Alea, "Me too.."

On the sands, Talir turns excitedly at the sound of the egg cracking.

On the sands, Raiylin grins and nods to Ali. "Even in boots."

On the sands, Ukyo catches his breath as he sees an egg cracking.. it's one
thing to be looking at the eggs always, but now, there is no doubting the
living creatures within!

On the sands, Back and forth, back and forth rocks the Living Jewel Egg, an
endless movement, never tiring, never halting. Is it time?

On the sands, Merlin stares wide-eyed.  One fo them, already??

On the sands, Talir glances around the circle of excited male candidates,
"Well, this is it, men."

On the sands, Margo is only one amoungst a sea of white; one lone offering,
amoungst the many. Importaint, yes, although not mostest importain. "Crack!
Crick! Shatter!" Margo makes the noises she belives the eggs should be making
right now; noises that sound like--like breaking shards.

On the sands, And the Candidate Shuffle begins!  Everybody!  Left-foot,
right-foot, left-foot, right-foot, and take your partner round and round...
okay, not yet, anyway.  Aura stays true to that age-old set of steps.
Hothothot.  She glances back towards the tunnel longingly and settles in next
to Tarlieen.  "I can't wait until this gets over with," she murmurs.

On the sands, Balen kind of suffles over to one side of the group of
candies, to better view the eggs, he grins as he see's the one split.

On the sands, Tarlieen shuffles into her spot. Her spot. Or something like
that. Idly, she fumbles with the dangling tassels of her sash, her head
snaking from candidate to candidate, egg to egg. "Oooh - They moved!" she
exhales, her lobbing head forcing her hair out of it's twisty,
curly, unruly knot.

On the sands, Dominic tugs at his robe a little...so hot...then stares at
the eggs with surprise as they move about

On the sands, Ping, knock, pound, ping, and then a low deep PONG as Wizened
Mercerial Egg hits a sour note... the egg stops shaking as if in disgust as
seconds later the pinging continues...

On the sands, E'nan tosses Gamma a wave as he trudges over to the edge of the
sands.   Waiting.

On the sands, Alreayd the heat's getting to her. This doesn't bode too well
for Evie. Thin and scrawny as Eibhlin is, it doesn't make her any less
suscpetably. Her hair begtins to get stringy. And sheshifts, more nervous that
necessarily hotfoots. She can't stay still!

On the sands, More cracks appear, the darkness fading under the blistering
light of the day, the darkness inside becoming the day without.

Cyrina wiggles her leg about as she watches excitedly

On the sands, La Luna La Luna Egg stirs again, pale and insistent like a
child's little fist that grasps unfocused at empty air.   Myth becomes
reality, Cerridwen's token as the little lunar egg shifts again to swell from
the sands. Spinning slowly about, revealing but a sickle's wedge of moonlight,
the egg swells to moon those in the galleries and ever so patiently splits
into two:  the crack in the leather widens, day on the left and night on the
right till both fall opposite about the curled form of Barbie Doll
Spring-Green Hatchling!.

On the sands, Merlin starts pullign and prodding at hsi robe.  Don't they
know hwo to at least make these thigns ahlf-decently comfortable?  j AT least
a little?

On the sands, Ukyo absently wipes a little line of sweat from his cheek,
forgetting to keep his cool for once while everyone is watching down here on
the sands. He wanders a little way from the groups of people, to stand alone.
Alone is the only way for him to deal with this now!

Alea oohs.

On the sands, Talir locks his eyes on the pinging egg he touched earlier.

Keslion grins. "A green!"

On the sands, "Of course they moved," Margo chids with a giggle, sparing a
moment to glance at Tarlieen. "That's why we're out-- Oh it's hot! It's so
hot!" Waving a hand in front of her face, waving away the heat, she pretends
to faint. Bring out the smelling salts!

On the sands, B'ner stands next to E'nan, awaiting the first weyrlings of this
new clutch.

On the sands, Merlin notices the stand-offish Ukyo, and shuffles over to
him to whisper in hsi ear..

On the sands, You overhear Merlin whisper "..."  to Ukyo.

On the sands, Fingers run through moistened curls again, out of nervousness
this time than any real need.  Silver mirrors the egg that moves as Isobel
sweeps her gaze across the sand.  Is that a green?  Or just a mirage--heat
like this plays tricks with the mind.

On the sands, Talir gazes at the newly-hatched green.

On the sands, Zarena meanders over to a small group of girl, nudging a blond
outta her way with an elbow to the ribs.  Some people are just so rude.  But
not Zarena.  Can we say.../Angelic/?

On the sands, Star-Spangled Dreamcatcher Egg shutters, swelling into
nothingness, the yearning of the heart. As if healing heat could burst the
shell, free the one who within fills a lifetime of wishes of purpose
sand-borne.

On the sands, Eibhlin ooohs. "A /green/" she mouths, inaudible. There, see?
Neato. Still, she grabs the hand of a candidate next to her in a death-grip.
She definitely didn't know what she was getting into.

On the sands, Ukyo smiles gratefully at Merlin, but stays off by himself.
"Oh!" he says, as the first hatchling emerges.

Krystal hugs Casha as she makes faces at kassie in her daddy's arms.  She
turns her attention to the eggs and gasps

On the sands, Stepping out of its shell, Barbie Doll Spring-Green Hatchling
glides, delicate head tilted as she moves from the remains of her home.
Almost appraising, she wanders over towards towards a grouping of candidates.
No hurry here...

On the sands, "No!" Tarlieen rolls her eyes, a beam parting her lips; her foot
raises, her foot lowers. "Oh - hot! Green!" she says, holding back her shout,
fingers pressed tightly against her face. Greengreengreen. "oooo. Look at that
Aura!" she says, her elbow nudging into the candidate besides her.

On the sands, Taylor hops from foot to foot, swishing the form of his robe's
rendered form to the side and exposing bronzed thigh.  Eyes go saucer shaped
with the movement of his egg, a green. She's so beautiful... He drops hands to
his side, almost a numb feeling spreading throughout from eyes to toe tips.

On the sands, Balen isn't really nervous, he points as the first dragon is
hatched, "look!" he does seem excited though, and possible suffering from a
case of hotfootitis.

On the sands, Tarinda oohs../loudly/. "A green!"  Mine.  No... /mine/.
Shaddup.  "She's so purdy!"

On the sands, Shift. Squeak. Shift. Squeak. Shift-- "Oww! My poor feet!" Seems
Margo can find a reason to whine no matter what the circumstances.

Krystal yells, "Go Balen!!!

On the sands, One of the nervous, hand-ringing girls takes a step forward,
hands clasped and face an expression of joy...green.  She wants it.  "You like
her?" Isobel queries, trying to strike up a conversation on the sands.  Better
than thinking about the heat...

On the sands, Aura blinks.  Blink-blink-blink.  "Um... pretty..." she
says, nudging back.  "And be careful!  You'll knock me over!"  Appraising eyes
fall upon the green.  "I dunno, though... maybe /too/ pretty?"

On the sands, Merlin stares at the green in outright amazement until he nt
notices suddenly he is standing alone, and looks around for some place to go..

Kh'aena arrives.

On the sands, Ringed Rivalry Egg spinspins as it tries to right itself.  A
moment passes and the egg moves again, this time nearly flipping itself over.
Sand sprays far and wide.

On the sands, Jalysa nudges Gamma and S'ran /hard/ "Look! "  Grappling
Gamma in a big hug she bouces, "It's a /girl/"  Giddy?  Yes.

On the sands, Gamma turns to Jal and whispers, "A green first. That's always
been the best luck for me."

On the sands, No...you have big feet.  Barbie Doll Spring-Green Hatchling
glides past one Candidate, and looks at the next.  No.  Too tall.  Next...no.
Too short.  Green hide shimmers within the light as almost effortlessly, she
moves past that group, and towards another.

On the sands, Tarlieen snickers instantly. "I can't knock you over. Not strong
enough." Tarlieen says, giving her arm a quick flezx. See, not alot of muscle
there. Orbs then flash back to the green, lips spreading into a slight 'o'.
"She's cute." she merely says, giving her feet another lift, then drop.

On the sands, Dominic grins seeing the weyrwoman's reaction..then continues
shifting his hot feet about

On the sands, S'ran laughs in joy.  "Picky one, isn't she?"

On the sands, "So, Iso, how was your day today?" Margo questions of fellow
candidate-fellow cook sneaking over and ignoring the stinging heat on the
soles of calloused feet. "Think--think you expected this to happen? This--" a
hand is waved about a bit "--This hatching would start today?"

On the sands, Gamma laughs, patting Jal on the back in her bouncing. "A
/girl/. Yes!"

On the sands, Alaera grins, and does a little candie shuffle herself, though
she's no candie anymore,"she is pretty."though not as pretty as her greengirl.

On the sands, Eibhlin gets sprayed by sand. Oof! Ewww. "Watch it!" she says
to the egg (as if it can hear her). Green passes on by, followed by those
bright-bright eyes.  Boing. Bouncy Evie.

Jowl prays(ooc) please Balen. please"

On the sands, Ukyo brushes a bit of sand off his face, and thinks that if the
eggs are going to be so active, he might just take a step backwards! But only
a small one.

On the sands, Talir's eyes burn greenly as he watches the slowly moving
hatchling.  He is partial to greens, he was searched by a green.  He mutters,
"Come on, love..."

On the sands, Taylor's shoulders slump as the green passes by him.  I do
/not/ have too big of feet.  Just means I got big boots.  Sigh.

On the sands, Dominic turns his head seeing a spray of sand coming his way

On the sands, Ringed Rivalry Egg shudders once, twice, and thrice as cracks
appear, edging here and there...

On the sands, Cracked Ochre Egg just sits.

On the sands, Merlin frowns at the green, "Nice.." Before turnign to stare
at the Ringed one.

Tarah has disconnected.

On the sands, Rings expand and tighten around Ringed Rivalry Egg before
unraveling as the egg bursts open, tossing Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling into
a nearby hatchling.

On the sands, "Expected?  Shells, no!  I wish...maybe...it could've waited..."
Isobel sighs, giving up her conversation with the green-struck girl to gab a
bit with Margo.  Cooks stick together, and Margo's far more interesting
anywho.  "The rest of my day was alright.  Yours?  Having a fun time out
here?"  A smile cracks on the somewhat clammy Iso-face, already streaked with
sweat that insists on escaping her dark curls.

On the sands, Margo ponders; Issy doesn't seem to be too willing to answer
quickly. "Okay, then-- how many omlets would a single egg make? If the
hatchling is that big, and an omlet this big--" hands make a smallish circle
"--I'd say about, about a coubla hunger."

On the sands, Ukyo shakes off his nerves (well, kinda) and ignores the pain in
his hot feet. He stands tall, and still, but alert and ready to get out of the
way if needs be..

On the sands, Aura wrings a bit of the sash from her robe between her
hands.  "Yeah, I guess so."  Eyes fall upon the gold egg.  Again.  No talking
today, Aura-dear... at least not to the eggs.  Don't want /everybody/ to know
how mental you are.  "Aefre's cute, too," she comments drolly.  "And so are
half the others... there's only so much cuteness one person can take, I
think..."

On the sands, Merlin says, "OOh.. a Brown.. that's nice...""

On the sands, Eternal swaying captures Lopsided Jade Egg as it tick-tocks back
and forth. Everlasting wobbles shake and shimmie this egg, as if pleading for
someone -- or something -- to notice it's movement.

Alea wows at the brown.

On the sands, Talir eyes the beautiful brown, "Carefull there, lad."

On the sands, Raiylin pokes at Ali and points out on the sands.
"All by himself." She comments worriedly.

On the sands, Dominic stares is awe at the brown hatchling

On the sands, Tarlieen gives the barbie doll a discrete glance. Preeeeety.
Though Tarli gives her leg a quick shake, sending a wave of sand flying into
the air. "Oops." she says, half-laughing, half-wincing. Couldn't help it.
Really/.

On the sands, Balen thinks ukyo has the right idea, and moves back to give
the bouncy eggs some rooms, he looks around for his favorite egg.
Keslion says, "Nice brown...but they're all nice."

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling flopflops over his own feet as he
tries to jump away from the shards of his shell.

On the sands, Taylor slips gaze to the newest creation on the sands.

On the sands, It's just so /busy/! Eibhlin doesn't know where to look nest.
Egg here, egg there, eggs eggs everywhere! And hatchlings too! She shakes a
breath at the newest and clings even tighter. Beside her, Kadrin yelps.
"Leggo."

Cyrina mmmss softly in agreement

On the sands, Alaera nods, shifting feet. "Oops, careful." she mutters

On the sands, Merlin shuffles over to Taylor quickly and gives him a
friendly jab in the stomach, "Nic,e aint' he?"

On the sands, Zarena twines her hands within her robe and can only grumble.
"Hot..." but a delighted gaze seems to stay focused on the hatching eggs

On the sands, Maybe...one of them?  Them with the nice hands and ability to
.. really take /care/ of someone?  Barbie Doll Spring-Green Hatchling
meanders, floating along the ground, as she nears them.  The ... cooks.
Appraising: which one is good enough for /me/?

Alea whispers in Cyrina's ear, "Talir, maybe? He seems like a brown sort of
person to me."

Jowl holds and squeezes Genive''s hand "Hope Balen makesit

Joshua wipes his brow and takes a swig of water, "A bit warm..."

On the sands, Feet shift quickly and Isobel rushes to push Margo to the left,
avoiding a blue running pell-mell for some herder lad.  "Watch, Margo...they
come fast sometimes."  Silly weyrcook, no sense at all.

Keslion hears Balen's name./ "He'd better...I've got a quarter-mark on him
Impressing and another on him getting brown."

On the sands, Margo kicks a shower of hot sand towards Isobel-- "Look; it's,
she's coming to eat you!" Eat you. Eat you. Eat you. Scary. "Ha. You'll be
part of the omlet, too!"

On the sands, Taylor oofs at the jab.  "Aye," he grumbles at Merlin, both
the nerves of his stomach knotting and the heat making him sweat and smell
bad.  Not a pleasant way to try to get a dragonet to notice you, is it?

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling snorts, spraying sand up and onto
his gooey muzzle.  Slowly he rises to his feet and looks around at the new
world before him.  He shakes, dislodging a bit of shell still stuck to him.

On the sands, Alaera nudges Rai,"Look the greens going towards the cooks.."
uhoh they going to lsoe another cook?

Jowl says, "Howmany eggs?"

On the sands, Raiylin grins. "Cooks /always/ Impress."

On the sands, Living Jewel Egg tests, turning and twisting around and around.
Could it be, my time it soon?

On the sands, Dominic steps back just a little...eyes looking intently at
the brown

On the sands, Talir looking at the brown "That's better.  Now, come on over,
fella.

On the sands, Aura glances between Margo and Isobel, nodding slowly...
either one would suit, she thinks, finally.  She looks over at the rest of the
eggs, then at the brown.. but brown is for boys, isn't it?  Well, sometimes...
sometimes it isn't, too.  But brown isn't as nice a color as gold... and Aura
didn't /bond/ with that egg, anyway.

On the sands, Tarlieen pushes aside Jaelen's roaming fingers. "I don't want to
hold your hand, you're a /boy/!" she grimaces. Eeeewh. A boy. Her head shakes,
eyes following the green's movements. Swooooosh. Right by her. "Watch out
Margo, Iso! " she comments, then snickers. They for lunch! Yum.

On the sands, Ukyo loses the semblance of control. He sighs delightedly when
he sees the little brown.

Jowl says, "Heck i got 1/2 half my last years brew sitting on Balen."

On the sands, Eibhlin watches the brown, the so-near-to-hatching-egg, all
with wide eyes. She forgets to be nervous. Somehow.

On the sands, Alaera nods, grining,"so they do.."but poor weyr, they get more
riders, but how to feed them?

Cyrina gives a little laugh

Keslion laughs! "When you only have a few marks, a half-mark is a lot,
though."

Genive nods and whaispers to Jowl So do I Love. I know you would miss your
still.

Genive winks at Jowl ;)

On the sands, Zarena watches the green peruse over the cooks.  /Cooks/ of all
things.   Mebbe they'll get run over... now that would be interesting...

On the sands, Balen elbows Dom, "maybe he'll like you. ",then teases, "hope
you ate something to hide the smell of your nerve killer!"

>From Cashar's arms, Kassie coos and grabs at daddy.  She doesn't care about
the hatching.  She's busy

On the sands, Talir glances concernedly at the small reddish egg. "I hope
you're alright in there..."

Krystal says, "Who did you bet with Jowl?"

Jowl stands up and tosses Balen  HIG "here use this if you have to.

On the sands, Dominic gives a snort as he elbows Balen back, "Course"...is
all he says

On the sands, Fingers stiffen to poke at Margo--playful, no malice intended.
"Now, watch quick Margo...might have to dodge again."  Isobel quirks a
lopsided smile at her friend, grabbing one elbow in preparation to run off,
dragging the poor insane little weyrcook off with her, if needs be.

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling takes a hesitant step forward.
Then another and another.  Soon he's charging short distances until he bumps
into something hard and big...he looks up.  >>oh hi, Pa.<<

Jowl says, "I bet with Jalysa"

On the sands, Cracked Ochre Egg is still still still.

On the sands, Feed them?  She doesn't care.  /If/ one is good enough for her.
Barbie Doll Spring-Green Hatchling gives that cook there a sultry look, then
the other...  Is one of you ... /mine/?

On the sands, Tarlieen gives the 'Cracked Ochre Egg' the /eye/. The sea-blue,
widened glance, I'm gonna get ya' glance. "Hey, maybe that green'll teach you
how to cook MArgo!" she comments, grasping at her stomach. She's funny,
really, she is.

Jowl ears perk up hearing the still word again

On the sands, Talir snickers at the little brown's antics.

On the sands, Solar Splendor Egg kinda moves.  Kinda.   Or maybe that was just
Narrath's shadow.

Alea giggles nervously at the brown.

On the sands, Margo thinks Isobel's getting eaten for lunch. Isobel is yummy.
Isobel knows how to cook. Margo--Margo just adds things together and they come
out good--and bad. "I'll send her your way if she wants me to be an omlet."
Mouth curved in a whide smile, teeth showing, and slips her tongue out.
"Nyah-nyah!" Evil girl. Evil.

On the sands, Janareth arches his neck to nuzzle the Little One.  Whuffling
lightly, Janareth nudges the dragonet toward the candidates.  Go get one!
:)

Jowl bites his finger , in anticipation

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling catches some sound out there...a
voice.  He finally notices the white figures on the sands. Curiosity wins out
over fear and he rushes forward with a full head of steam, scattering
candidates left and right in his search.

Cyrina gently nudges Alea..."This is nerve racking just to watch..imagine
how they feel?"...pointing to the sands

Mentat pops in from ::between::

Jowl Mentat swoops to his Master, Flask in tow.

On the sands, Merlin yelps, jumpign out fo the way of the rampaging Brown.

On the sands, Aura glances sidewards over at Tarlieen.  Um.  See, this
is what comes of people who spend too much time around things like redwort.
She elbows Tarli lightly.  "Be /nice/," she says softly.  Once a grown-up,
always a grown-up.

Keslion eeps at the brown's headlong rush. "Careful, little fellow. Don't
knock anyone over!"

Jowl takes a swig "Thanks Mentat

On the sands, Zarena rolls her eyes at the brown, "Would you look at that...
clumsy little things."   Arms fold neatly over her chest as she scrutinizes,
"He's a bit scrawny too..."

On the sands, Dominic almost bowls someone over getting out of the way

On the sands, Eibhlin chaws on that bottom lip. Chaw, chew, chaw. Bite.
Watch those babies look Woo!  She grabs a hold of Jafrila's shoulder -- get
out from in front of me! -- so she can /see/. Seeeeeeeeee.

On the sands, Alaera giggles, the brown rushing ahead reminding herof when Ori
was the one doing that.

Alea nods, eyes still on the sands.

On the sands, A spray of sand flies away from Living Jewel Egg as it twists
again in the sand. Almost. But not quite yet.

On the sands, "I am nice Aura, really, I am!" Geeesh, Tarli's eyes roll
slightly, her elbow lightly returning the nudge. Her lips spread into a
spontaneous grin, as she mouths the words: "I'll be good." though her fingers
cross hbehind her back.

On the sands, Two can play at that game:  Isobel sticks her own tongue out,
moisture evaporating rapidly in the screeching heat of the sands.   "Oh, I'm
sure she'd like your cooking fine, Margo...you're ever so much better than I
am."  Teasing, of course.  Unmindfull of the picky green at their feet, she
postures for amusement, bestowing Margo with the silliest of looks.

On the sands, Taylor smiles over at Evie and thumps her shoulder with his
hand.  "Careful, they might bowl you over."

On the sands, Balen duks from the flying sand, trying to move out of the
path of the brown dragonette.

On the sands, Ukyo dodges flying sand again. He seems to be a magnet for the
stuff.

On the sands, Talir leaps out of the way "Wow! He's really motivated
now...it's somebodies lucky day."

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling stops in a spray of sand,
spattering candidates with the hot flecks. He snuffles at a blue-eyed one.
*whuffle whuffle*.

On the sands, Silly-willy, that's all Isobel is -- in Margo's honest opnion.
"Uh-huh. Suuure. We all know I can make klah, and klah only and you, why you
can cook, dear. You can--can make great omlets. And you never did answer me;
how many omlets to an egg?"

On the sands, Aura totally ignores the eggs, elbowing Tarlieen again.
"No fingers crossed, either," she says in an offhand sort of way... it's that
Headwoman-intuition thing.  A smug smile touches her lips.  Teach them kids to
try that with her.  A-yup.

On the sands, "Aura!" Tarlieen mutters, shoulders sagging slightly. "Alright,
no fingers crossed. How about toes? Arms? Legs?" she asks, idly glancing
towards the eggs, to the brown that scurries across the sands.

On the sands, A twitch of bare shoulders is the response Isobel deigns for
/that/ question.  "You're the one who always wants to know, Margo /dear/."  A
wink of silver flashes, and she turns the mirror gaze upon green--you gonna
choose or what?

On the sands, Barbie Doll Spring-Green Hatchling isn't here to eat lunch.  She
is here...to find someone.  And mayhap...perchance...  Omelet or no, perhaps
she will do?  She halts, settling gracefully upon the ground before them.
Chestnut curls attract, as does outstretched tongue -- after /all/, what is
better than she?

On the sands, Eibhlin's lank hair sticks to her face, now. It looks even
thinner now that its hot. Ew.  She's a bundle of nerves now, though, and
bounces on her heels. Up and down, up and down.

On the sands, Zarena wrinkles her nose at the brown.  He's not looking at her
is he?   Turning her head away, she pretends otherwise... he'll go away...

On the sands, "Hey--Er. Scat! You're not an omlet," Margo says with a
nice-big-wide-smile. "Of course, Isobel likes un-omlets. Go visit?"

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling whufflewhuffles a moment more
before moving on.  Nope. Not that one...step.  And another step.  A small
noise from his throat and he shuffles closer.  OOoh.  Blue eyes.  Yup.  He
creeps further forward, staring at the white robe and blue eyes.

On the sands, Massive Marbled Egg shudders slightly, then a talon pokes
through from the inside, sending a single, jagged shard to land in the sands
beside it.

On the sands, "What's the matter, Margo? 'Fraid you might like her?"  Isobel
is a relentless tease--just ask anyone who's seen her proddy.  "Maybe you
taste better than me..."

On the sands, Desolate Light-Forsaken Egg just sits there.  Hasn't moved, odd
thing.

On the sands, Merlin looks form Brown hatchling to the marbled egg.. which
is more exciting?

On the sands, Elbow meets redworted side.  "Just be /nice/.  How're you
supposed to get a /dragon/ to like you if you won't even be nice to /people/?"

Aura is in mothering-mode right now, it seems.  Yeep.  Be afraid, be very,
very afraid.

On the sands, Margo doesn't taste like anything, no. She states this-- "I
don't taste like anything; like air."

On the sands, Talir eyes the talon protruding from the enormous egg.

On the sands, Star-Spangled Dreamcatcher Egg rolls to a swirling arch,
splaying stars as a destiny borne in shy silence.

On the sands, Eibhlin has blue eyes. Her eyes widen. Not her, is it?
Step-back, two, three. Just in case.

On the sands, Dominic ouches, having forgotten to move about and his feet
getting particularly hot...then he oogles the eggs and hatchlings, pretty
things they are

Tesi yawns, in boredom. She looks around at those around her, avidly watching
the goings on below.

On the sands, Living Jewel Egg trembles, shaking away the last of the covering
sand. With a surprise burst of energy, is rattles, knocking fearlessly into
it's neighbor.

On the sands, The cracks and crevices expand on Living Jewel Egg as shards are
cast aside, leaving nothing behind but a darkened abyss of shadows, that
slowly unfolds into the pale form of Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling!

On the sands, E'nan watches the marbled egg... yeah, that's the ticket.  The
brown's really not worth watching anyways.

On the sands, Tarlieen scrunches her nose. Fingers patting upon Aura's
shoulders. "I'll be good. I promise." and that is what she does. Wobbling from
side to side, she manintains a constant glance upon candidates and hatchlings,
and of course - the eggs.

Alea nudges Cyrina. "Bet it's a brown inside that big marbled one. COuld be a
bronze, but I think it's a brown."

On the sands, The talon recedes back into Massive Marbled Egg and pokes out
again, making a second hole.  It wiggles a bit, as if seeking purchase
somewhere.

On the sands, Margo tastes like lifesavers...what flavor specifically, Isobel
never did find out.  "I doubt she'd be like Bruno...she doesn't look the bully
type..."

Keslion says, "Ooh. A blue! They're my favourite."

On the sands, Merlin oohs at the sight of the newly hatched blue.

Roney twitters happily. A blue! His favorite color.

Cyrina grins giving a little shrug, "Hope it's a bronze"..she says

On the sands, Ooh... a distraction!   Zarena sweeps her gaze towards the
newly hatched, "Hmm... not bad.  Pretty colors..."

On the sands, Balen's get big as he sees the blue hatckling....blue...his
favorite color....he suddenly looks a bit nervous.

Any_Guest arrives.

On the sands, Margo watches the green oh-so-intently. "No, not quite a Bruno.
More of a, of a--" Margo doesn't know. The opposite of Bruno, perhaps?
Air-head? Omlet? "--of a omlet. She's an omlet." That's it. Yep.

On the sands, Balen's eye's get big that is....

On the sands, Blue, blue, blue with kaleidoscope eyes! Eibhlin watches,
distracted -- as always -- and boinging yet on her feet. Nifty. Help.

On the sands, Dominic moves over to Balen, "Look it that blue!"...

Joshua notices the sudden arrival of the mysterious Any_Guest

On the sands, Barbie Doll Spring-Green Hatchling isn't here to eat.  Well, at
least, not /Margo/.  But ... perhaps ... is here for something more?  Green
hide shimmers as neck curves, Barbie Doll Spring-Green Hatchling deciding,
finally?  Deciding?  Is she good enough?  Yes.  She is.  As is her wont, she
ignores the motions, and looks up at Margo.

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling slowly stalks forward now that he
has found his prey.  Soon his tail will stop swishing and he'll pounce...!

Jowl says, "wow dear what a blue BLUE"

On the sands, Luckily, Aura is not a mindreader.  Because if she were,
thinking about /how/ Isobel found out Margo tastes like lifesavers might be
just enough to drive She-Who-Talks-to-Eggs over the edge.  Instead, she just
smiles approvingly at Tarli, and looks back to the eggs.

On the sands, Barbie Doll Spring-Green Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards
Margo and proudly steps forward.

Keslion smiles. "I think the green just chose."

On the sands, Talir eyes the newly hatched blue and glances at Ukyo.

On the sands, Taylor's back gets thumped with an excited female in white.
He turns to help her to her feet and then goes back to watching the hatchlings
wander through the sentinels of white.

Krystal grins, "Wish he was a harper Blue

Alea holds her breath, then lets it out and claps for Margo.

On the sands, S'ran smiles, gripping Jalysa and hugging her close as the
first Impression is made.  Standing behind her, he nuzzles her neck and smiles
into her ear, "Ainnit just the mostest wonderfulest thing??"  Shards, he can
be mushy when he's excited. ;P

On the sands, Raiylin jumps and claps her hands like a child.
"Yeah! Way to go Margo!" Name, name, let's have a name.

Cyrina cheers, "Margo!"

On the sands, Balen nods to dom, looking at the blue with wide eye's, "hes a
sturdy one...i hope he looks over our way!"

On the sands, Alaera smiles as the green finally decides,"Whats her name
Margo?"

On the sands, Merlin grins at margo.

On the sands, B'ner claps his hand as he watches another Impression.

On the sands, Balen yehaws, "way to go, Margo!"

On the sands, Dominic nods quickly, then gives Margo a congratulatory grin

On the sands, "Mar-/go/!" squeals Tarli, redworted gdigits plastered about her
lips to echo her voice throughout the ground. She jersk back in surprise, but
immediately turns to the girl -"Name? What's her name?"

On the sands, "What? Omleth? Oh--whoops! Sabrath!" Margo says with a giggle,
and a peer. A name. Yay. Doesn't that--/mean/--something? "Er--What? Oooh!"
Light bulb goes on! Duh! "Oooh!"

Keslion frowns. "What's the green's name? Anyone catch the green's name?"

On the sands, Zarena manages a small smile for Margo.  Poor girl.  A green of
all colors, "Congrats Margo..." Heh.

On the sands, Motherly green eyes fall on the new blue hatchling.  Hmm.
"He's... okay, I guess.  But he looks..."  Well, how /would/ chaos look in the
life of a Headwoman?  "Disorderly."  Aura smiles over at Margo, clapping
lightly.  Another cook bites the dust.

On the sands, Massive Marbled Egg wobbles as its occupant pounds it from the
inside.  Then, slowly, the egg rolls over, burying the dragonet's progress in
escaping under hot sand.

On the sands, Talir grins broadly at Margo..."Sabrath! that's great!"

Kh'aena smiles as Impression is made, her eyes bright and the smile on her
lips is mostly for Margo, though a hint of nostalgia about her recalls to mind
the lovely green lounging about in the ledges.

On the sands, Eibhlin beams. Just beams. "/Margo/!" comes the exclamation.
"Ooooh. She's pretty." Evie thinks everything's pretty. So enthusiastic.

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling pounces and squeals, a very young
attempt at a trumpet.  He siezes the white robe and tugs, HARD.

On the sands, Jalysa smiles warmly up at Narrath, "Woulda look at
that....Margo."  A /cook/.  Oy.

On the sands, A hand claps roughly on Margo's back:  Isobel, in her
excitement, has gone beyond boundaries and touched another person, twice in
one night!  "Sabrath...that's lovely, it really is."  Silver shines
brightly--tears?  It's hard to tell, with rivlets of sweat running down her
face anyway.

On the sands, Taylor turns gaze from wandering blue and brown hide to the
woman and green.  "Margo!" he calls out excitedly, extremely happy for the
sexy cook-type person.

K'lin has arrived.

On the sands, Alaera blinks, suddenly noting a brown and pinned a candie,"Oooh
ouch!"

Keslion sees somebody get pinned down. "Who is that? I can't quite see."

On the sands, Ukyo grins delightedly at Margo, not she's going to notice him
all the way over here. Oh, should that be M'go?

On the sands, B'ner smiles at the candidate.  Margo?  Yeah, that's the name.
"Come, MArgo.  Why don't you bring Sabrath over here out of the way, with us,
Rider?"

Cyrina stands up quickly, looking worried, then realizing she's blocking
overs view sits down...

On the sands, Talir cannot decide whether to watch the massive egg or the
near-impression brown with his chosen.

On the sands, Two simple steps lead Kaleidiscope Blue Hatchling away from the
egg-shards, and into the spotlight. He unfurls his wings carefully, taking a
shrewd glance towards the moving white things.

On the sands, Talir says, "Wow, that blue is really graceful for a hatchling."

On the sands, "Oh!  You can't leave me!"  Isobel alone with the nervous
hand-wringing girls...one now broken in tears at Margo 'taking' /her/ green.
"D'you have to?"

On the sands, Balen blinks, "Hey Dom! the blue one is watching us!"

On the sands, Margo looks a while longer. "Hmm. Now what? Soooome-one?" B'ner
saves the day. "Er. Come." Order. Command. /Come/. Innit Margo a nice girl?
Sabrath follows like a good girl; there's promise of food. "Come, Isobel,
then!" Back to Sabrath-- "Yes. Food. No. Yes." What?

On the sands, Dominic blinks with surprise, moving this way and that trying
to see

Krystal cheers and waves at Dom and Balen. "Go and get 'em"

On the sands, Ukyo notes the beautiful brown and blue hatchlings running
about, but his attention is time and time again drawn back to the Marbled egg.
The unknown is so exciting! He finds himself scrunching up his robe in his
hands, and stops, irrtated, and smooths the fabric back out again.

Tesi pokes at Keslion. " She said her name is Sabrath. And I don't know that
person."  She slouches in her seat, and sighs heavily.

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling tugtugs at the white cloth,
worrying it like a huge terrier.  He butts hard and knocks the owner over and
finishes his pouncing.  He leans close and looks it in the eye...yup! This
one.

On the sands, Isobel shakes her head, a few crystalline flecks of moisture
flicking from the tips of darkened curls, any hint of fuschia sufficiently
hidden in their dampness.  "I'm stayin' out here...the adventure isn't over
/yet/."  She's not letting go /that/ easily.

Keslion says, "Sabrath. Lovely name."

Jowl says, "COme on Balen "

Kh'aena is oddly fond of the name Sabrath herself.

On the sands, Balen suffles his feet excitedly craning neck and head to look
at the blue.

Keslion says, "Come on, at least win me the quarter if not the half...except,
where is he? All I can see is white."

On the sands, Left, right, left, right, wonder whether we'll be here all
night... Aura glances between blue and brown.  "I like the female dragons
better," she confides to Tarlieen, before going back to watching.

Krystal smiles and bows at Guest.  "Come and watch the fine hatching.  Can
you just hear the music?

On the sands, Jigsaw Puzzle Brown Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards Zarena
and proudly steps forward.

On the sands, Tarlieen looks about, fingers brushing away a crystalline bead
of sweat the hovers about the edge of her brow. She glances cross-eyed up to
it, nose scrunching as she sattempts to blow it away. It flies away for a
moment, onlyu to be replaced by another. "Geeesh. It's hot!" she says,
observant, isn't she.

On the sands, Eibhlin watches brown and blue still, edging closer to some of
the other candidates, chewing on a bit of hair. Extra protein, after all.
Brown? That one? Which one? Oh. Sapphire flickers towards the blue, as well,
shifting back 'n' forth, back 'n' forth.

Any_Guest smiles, "Thank you."

On the sands, Alaera laughs,"Looks like the brown has chosen."

On the sands, Zarena wipes the sand off and scowls.  "Thanks, Noath.  I needed
that."  She tries to get the sand off her robe and then blinks.  "Noath?"
Blink.  Blink.   

On the sands, Dominic grins, lifting a hand with excitement for Zarena

Krystal cheers Zarena

On the sands, Another puff erupts from the side of Massive Marbled Egg as not
a talon, but a small, goo-coated, bronzen head pokes out.  The little
dragonet's eyes are pratically on fire as they regard the shell that imprisons
him.

On the sands, Merlin grins at Zarena, "Way to go.."

On the sands, Talir gives the high fist victory sign to Zarena and Brown
Noath.

Cyrina nudges Alea..."It's bronze!"..obviously excited!

On the sands, Aura smiles and claps lightly, sparing a slight glance
to the brown before noticing the bronze's entrance.  "Oh, look, Tarli!  A
bronze!"

On the sands, Merlin stares in surprise at the new ly hatched Bronze.

On the sands, Swirls coalesce into macabre splotches of shadowed hues as
shards fall in random patterns from Massive Marbled Egg.  With a crackling
bugle that sounds more like a hacking cough, Buzz Lightyear Bronze Hatchling
hops free from the shards.

On the sands, Dominic dances about on the hot sand, eyes wide seeing the
Bronze

On the sands, Balen forgets about the blue momentaliy, congratulatin Zarina.
"Good choice Noath!

On the sands, Eibhlin starts giggling. "Look at the bronze," she crows.
"Isn't it /cute/." She can admire; he's not hers, that's for certain. (But
wouldn't it be amusing?)

Alea claps.

Keslion blinks. "That's a bronze!"

On the sands, Talir says, "I /knew? it..nothing but a bronze could come out of
an egg that size!"

On the sands, Raiylin elbows Ali with a slight snort. "Bronze."

On the sands, "Congrats Zarena. Noath. Great name!" she beams; her head twists
towards Aura -"A bronze. Ooo! Lovely one, isn't he!" she comments, nudging her
elbow into Jaelen's side. To Aura, she says: "I like females to, dragons that
is."

On the sands, Ukyo stops mid grin at Zarena and her luck, when the little
bronze head bursts out of the shell. "Ohh!" he says softly, and stops
breathing for a moment.. "How beautiful" even though he has not yet seen the
whole of the hatchling.

On the sands, Isobel sighs, torn between shuffling off by her lonesome, or
trying to cajole the crying girl into more conversation.  "There'll be
more...see?  They're hatching right now..."  Not much for consoling, but
she'll try her best.  "Hey Zarena...congrats!"

On the sands, Alaera snorts,"Yeah... another one to hassle us."

On the sands, Tarlieen nudges her elbow that is.

On the sands, Cracked Ochre Egg must be just the stillest thing on the sands.

On the sands, B'ner says, "Congratulations, Zarena!  Come bring your lifemate
over here with us."

On the sands, Merlin nudges Taylor, "Check out the Bronze!"

On the sands, Following no predictable pattern, Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling
sets his careful pace: slow. With every step he takes, wings ruffle, head
shifts, eyes whirl. He's coming.

On the sands, Dominic darts his gaze back to the blue...quickly an elbow
jabs Balen...

K'lin has disconnected.

On the sands, Tarlieen blinks, then blinks again. Orbs glisten with seweat,
anxiety, hope - and then, they cast upon tehe very very still cracked ochre
egg. "Hatch." she murmurs, fingers waving the scent of redwort into the air,
as if to do /something/, though /what/, nooone knows.

On the sands, Taylor rubs at his side, making the robe's rip move around on
his leg again.  "It's very lovely."  He winks at Merlin, "Perhaps he'll come
your way, friend."

On the sands, Buzz Lightyear Bronze Hatchling shuffles forward, craning his
neck this way and that, his drunkenly-bobbing head angling to take in every
sight in the new world Outside the Egg.  Looking back while waddling forward,
he runs full-tilt into a candidate, sending both sprawling.

On the sands, Balen wathes the bronze hatch, torn between watching the blue
and the bronze, he winces at the elbow, "i see him i see him..."

On the sands, Talir turns his eyes on the graceful blue.

On the sands, Merlin chuckles at Taylor, "And maybe he'll stake you out.."

On the sands, Lock up the women and children! Watch out! The blue's coming for
someone. Run and hide! Eibhlin stares, forgetting about the bronze as
unimportant. Where's he gonna go, huh huh huh?

On the sands, Taylor laughs at that, "Just hope he doesn't maul me over on
his way to the red-headed lad behind me."

On the sands, Beckoning cautiously to the blue, Talir mutters, "Careful little
fellow, aren't you?  Come on over."

On the sands, Ukyo takes a half step forward toward the bronze, then stops
himself. His wildest dream stands on the sand before him but he won't go to
it. If it's to be, it'll come to him. If not, well, hrm,. He'll just stand
here ;)

Keslion eeps as somebody else gets knocked over.

On the sands, Aura nods lightly, glancing towards the remaining eggs
and all the male dragons wandering about.  Well.. they aren't /that/ bad, but
she still likes the females better.  Eyes move across the group of remaining
eggs/hatchlings, pondering.  When is hers going to hatch?  And if she doesn't
get one, when does she get to go back to her nice, comfy office?

On the sands, Merlin chuckles, "One never knows.."

On the sands, S'ran smiles, thumping whoever is nearby.  "Bronze!"  He turns
and punches Janareth on his barrel, "Ha!  Good job, mate!"

On the sands, Isobel sighs loudly, perhaps even audible from the galleries.
Who knows...but for now she has a girl wailing at her side, going on and on
about /her/ green and treacherous cooks.  "Easy about the cooks...you're
talking to one, you know."  Fingers ply back the sticking curls from her
forehead, freeing up the mirrored gaze to wander to the galleries.  Hmmm...a
few familiar faces...

Fasulkad arrives.

On the sands, Star-Spangled Dreamcatcher Egg shudders violently and rolls
agains a huge parent talon, but only the tiniest of cracks mars the brilliance
of its many-faceted skin.

Joshua waves to Isobel...

On the sands, Wizened Mercurial Egg is still PINGING away only the sounds of
chisel on stone (well, that's what it sounds like!) are getting a bit
louder... just a bit mind you... ping, ping... crack?  was that... a crack?

On the sands, Balen looks at the blue and actual gives it a nervous smile.

On the sands, Dominic looks this way, then taht, so many sounds and things
to look at...oh and his feet..hop hop hop

Jowl smiles "Balen is getting close love" he tells Genive

On the sands, A snort: he's no good; a blink: nor her. And so continues
Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling, passing each candidate with scrupulous whirling
orbs.

On the sands, Eibhlin's gaze.. shifts. Again. Star-spangled brilliance,
/that/ catches her eye. Crack, marred: pity, thoat, but better as well. For
it's hatching. Evie /really/ doesn't know where to look now.

On the sands, Dominic feels a lump in his throat as the blue seems to give
him an inspection

On the sands, Buzz Lightyear Bronze Hatchling regains his feet, wobbily, his
tail swishing excitedly.  Thatwasfun, yessirree!  He scanns the sea of
white-robes, then scans the sea of faces up in the galleries.
Something...someone...is pulling him, drawing him closer.  He crouches,
spreading his wings.  All ready to fly, this one is.

On the sands, Talir eyes the pinging egg narrowly.

On the sands, Silver winks in and out of existence, bright points of light
flashing each time Isobel blinks at their mirror on the sands.  An egg that
caught her eye from the moment it was clutched, silvery sheen so much like her
own gaze.

On the sands, Tarlieen lobs her head forward, one hand pressed against her
forehead, keeping unruly saffron ringlets from interfereing with her vision;
she sidesteps a sprawling candidate, then returns to her spot, instantly
burrowing her toes into the ground. The deeper the better.

Genive smiles "Well I hope so cause he would be a really Good dragon rider.

On the sands, Ukyo watches the bronze regain his feet, and can't help but grin
at the eagerness the little creature shows. Little? Well maybe compared to his
father, but not compared to anyone else here!

Keslion says, "Balen would make a great rider."

On the sands, Taylor wrings his knuckles almost as white as the sisal robe
that clings to his body.  Grey gaze slides over bronze hide and then to the
sands at its talons.  It walks.  It walks.  He gets a bit nervous on the
sands, for the first time tonight, and will probably remain such till infinity
and beyond.

On the sands, Cracked Ochre Egg is as still as a Keroon night.

On the sands, Burrow your toes in scorching sand?  Doesn't seem like a good
idea to Isobel.  She is, in fact, doing her very best to keep tender exposed
feetflesh from touching that ghastly stuff altogether.
Shifthopslidebackforth.  Tango, anyone?

On the sands, Aura glances over at Tarli, if just to make sure she's
there.  Misery loves company... so does impatience.  "When's the next one
going to hatch?" she asks, finally, shifting from foot to foot.

On the sands, Balen turns from watching the blue back to the broze and
chuckles, "hes a lively one."

On the sands, Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling thinks that figure in the white
should look here -- at himself. He crouches low, upturning his head to examine
the undeciding one. Down here? A snort. Maybe this is the one?

On the sands, Narrath angles her head down and whuffles the various
hatchlings that pass by.

On the sands, "I don't know. Soon I hope!" Tarli exhales, sinking further and
further into the sand. She's sinking, she's sinking. She reaches backwards,
hands flaying about to steady herself, finding only - jaelen. Great. As she
steradies herself, she plasters her gaze upon the cracked ochre egg. "Hatch.
Move. Wriggle. Jiggle?" she asks, giving her rump a little jiggle as an
example.

On the sands, Wizened Mercurial Egg thinks patience is a virtue... AHEM! Gotta
get this /just/ exactly right... the egg starts /spiiiiiiniiiiinnnnggg/... as
the PINGING gets alittle louder... PING, PING... another extremely precise
crack appears and then the pinging just /stops/...

On the sands, Near the edge of the clutch, a little blue worms its way free of
its egg and goes about the business of finding The One.  It turns out not to
be too far away...and a small, dark-haired girl finds a new lifemate.  She
breathes the blue's name, tearfully, and wraps her arms around him.

On the sands, Talir smiles at the new happy couple.  "Way to go there!"

On the sands, Isobel sidesteps a noisy brown, whizzing past her for a
starcrafter, whom he promptly tramples.  Muted cheers for F'lat and Stompth
reach her ears, but the wailing and carrying-on of the girl next to her tend
to drown out most everything.

On the sands, Alaera cheers, a few stray tears falling down her face as she
remembers the feelings of impression.

On the sands, Balen looks back to the blue dragonette again, watching him
snuffling someone.

On the sands, Merlin gives the odd girl who jsut impressed a quick grin
before returning hsi attention to all the males runnign aobut.

On the sands, Buzz Lightyear Bronze Hatchling flutters his wings, slowly at
first, then faster and faster.  It seems for a moment like he might actually
lift off...  But he stops suddenly, turning his head to look back curiously at
his wings.

On the sands, Ping! Pin! Ping! (Is that anything like checking connections?)
Evie eyes the wizened egg, so scrinkly. Sapphire eyes witch the crack spread,
and she stands up on her tippy-toes to see. It and the others. Oh to the star
with it: she squeezes in front of someone so she can see. Nyah.

Fasulkad grins as he makes his way in, looking onto the grounds to see
what's up... Yeah! Go Balen! Ya' see, it's a win-win situation for him whether
Balen impresses or not: A) Balen impresses and is forever out of Fas' hair, or
B) Balen doesn't impress and, from what Fas has heard, he gets a new ally in
his pranks! >:)

On the sands, Merlin frowns at the Bronze.  Wanting to fly??  hrm..

On the sands, No -- at me. Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling snorts, butting his
head into the tippy-toeing one. Whirling orbs, a rainbow of colors, peer up at
the One curiously, waiting for her to respond.

On the sands, Taylor is kinda curious too, why he is standing here. Yeah,
that's it.  He glances about for something else to look at besides the flutter
of the bronze's wings.  He finds another dragonet mauling over a young lady.

On the sands, Merlin fixes hsi gaze upon the nearest little hatchling, a
very careful blue, frowning.

On the sands, Tarinda toddles happily after a newly hatched brown.
"C'mere..."  A stern look from one of the awlms sends her shuffling back to
her place.   Peering over at the blue and the Candie he's watching, she sidles
a bit closer to them... mebbe she can just snatch him...he'll have to Impress
her then.

On the sands, Ukyo looks a bit sheepish as he curls up in a corner for a quick
nap.

On the sands, Ukyo gives a huge yawn and stretch, then apologises for his nap.

On the sands, B'ner chuckles behind his hand at Tarinda, though his eyes
remain stern.

On the sands, Alaera does the hot shoe shuffle almost as good As Rhonda. Sweat
beading down her face in rivets.

On the sands, Aura glues her eyes on Miss Solar Splendor Egg o'er
there.  She spent the time /bonding/ with that egg.  Honest.  She talked to it
and everything.  Ask Jalysa.  Then again, don't.  Left-right-left-right.
Hothothot.  Whee.

On the sands, "I'm sorry, I really am...but I can't control what Margo does!"
Not to say Isobel hasn't /tried/, but it just doesn't work.  Still, the girl
accepts no condolence.  Taking the hint, Issy shuffles over to the group on
the /other/ side.  Smiths.  Big ones.  Hey, muscle-man...

On the sands, Buzz Lightyear Bronze Hatchling lowers his head and strides
forward, peering intently at face after face as he shoves his way about.  A
big grumpy, perhaps?  His tail lashes out, and would have tripped one of the
white-robes to the ground if the youth hadn't been quick and jumped it.

On the sands, Wizened Mercurial Egg breathes a little sigh of frustration...
this little /project/ is just not going right... its spinning and shaking just
stops for a few minutes as it settles... pondering the problem...

On the sands, Ukyo finally starts shuffling his feet. Why on Pern do
candidates have to wear sandals here? He shifts his feet, looking cranky for a
moment, but then sees the eggs and the hatchlings and his feet are forgotten
yet again.

On the sands, Dominic winces and quickly shakes first one sandle then the
other

On the sands, Buzz Lightyear Bronze Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards Ukyo
and proudly steps forward.

On the sands, Tarlieen restlessly leaps from side to side. Literally, she
/leaps/. For one second, she before Iso - and flashes her an innocent beam,
then springs back infront of Aura before regaining her 'calm' state of mind.
"Had to do that -"she explains, the re-focuses her gaze upon the cracked ochre
egg.

On the sands, Talir says, "Whoa, go Ukyo!""

Alea claps for Ukyo.

Keslion sees the bronze Impress and looks towards Balen. Finds him. "Balen,
you HAVE to get a brown!"

On the sands, Raiylin watches the bronze idly, a smile playing
about her lips until...he Impresses Ukyo??? Shock creeps into those green
eyes, phazing them to angry amber. She mouths, 'what?' before turning to Ali,
stricken. "He...it...the...he...but..." Her jaw works a couple more times
before she manages a full wail. "Noooooooooo!!!" How /dare/ he!

On the sands, Taylor claps for Ukyo and beams proudly, almost like he did
it.  He didn't but he likes the guy, almost too well. ;>

On the sands, Alaera blinks, uhohs and grabs a hold of Rai before she can do
anything silly.

On the sands, Dominic claps his hands quickly, "Ukyo!"

On the sands, Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling snorts again, giving Eibhlin another
quick butt with his head. That should to it. Look at me.

On the sands, Bronze. Ukyo. Beam. "Ukyo! Congrarts. What's his name?"Tarlieen
instantly queries, leaning her form into the center of the semi-circle, wide
eyes peering towards the onece candidate.

On the sands, Merlin grins at Ukyo, "Seems the luck /did/ do you some
good.."

On the sands, Raiylin already is doing something silly,
thankyaverymuch. But at least her shrieking is muffled. "Mrf ssss be shrding
/brnzridr/!!!"

On the sands, Alaera pats Rai,"Its okay I'm sure he won't be like
that.."though he *did* impress a bronze, sigh.

On the sands, Eibhlin grins, delighted. "Ukyo." Beam. Beam and beam again.

On the sands, Talir looks at the blue. "Uh, Eibhlin...."

On the sands, Suddenly as if a decision is made, a loud VREEEEEEEM comes from
Wizened Mercurial Egg... as if someone just started up a chain saw... then,
that too stops and the egg sighs again... Nope that method will break the
sharding thing to pieces... hrm...

On the sands, Eibhlin looks. Yup.

On the sands, Ukyo lands on his feet after jumping a bronzen tail..
"Xandrath?" he says, awe in his voice. He goes down on his knees to hug the
bronzen head.

On the sands, A few moments of chatting with the smiths, and she realizes
something.  The bronze stopped.  At Ukyo.  "Hey, Uky...did you happen to catch
the name?"  Heat and sand must put her in a teasing mood.  "Oooh...nice!"

On the sands, <Isobel>

On the sands, Aura claps lightly, trying to remember the name of
whoever that guy was... she's been rather distant this whole time, of course,
and so she just barely remembers the name of the /girl/.  "Look, Evie!" she
exclaims to Tarlieen.  And not her.  This is good... this way, maybe Aura will
get the one she 'bonded' with, or get to go home.  This is good.

On the sands, Raiylin looks about ready to spontaneously
combust. Of all the injustices...and she was having such a good week, too! She
looks at Ali, almost in tears. Not Fair.

On the sands, Balen suffles as the heat has worked up though his thick
sandles, he over balences, and combined with his nerves, he falls *plop* into
the sand.  he Acks! picking himself up. "Congrats Ukyo" as he dusts himself
off.

Cariad
He is somehow wild, untamed, feral; somehow not quite belonging with the rest
of the human race. The man's frame indicates the potential for a tall, slimly
muscular figure, but it is almost half-crouched as if ready for almost
anything. Maybe more than almost. his every move is executed with the strange
grace of a stalking cat, the smooth liquid flow of muscles characterizing a
dancer. Cariad's eyes are partially obscured by an unruly short mane of brown
hair, sunbleached; but beneath the fringe is perhaps what is the true essence
of the youtrh before you. His his eyes swim serenely grey, deeper than any
ocean, all at once gleaming with an absolute, silent nobility, a calm dignity
overlaid with the wariness of a hunted animal. And they carry with them
somewhat of the smooth, innocent confidence of a child, untouched, pure; but
behind that is the cynical wisdom gained only with great age. He somehow
transcends archetype and caste, connected and separate from some part of it
all. Perhaps there is more behind his oddly ageless face-not quite young
enough for a young man, but not old enough for an old one-than there at first
seems to be.
He is awake and looks alert.

On the sands, Cariad has arrived.

On the sands, Alaera holds Rai tight, and whispers,"Be happy for him.." though
how one can is beyond her, but one can try.

On the sands, Dominic turns and gives Balen a hand up, "Careful there"..but
his feet are sweltering too...feels like he's soaked his robe with sweat also

On the sands, Cariad shifts slightly, eyeing the clutch with the inward calm
he is known for.

On the sands, Balen icks as sand is sticking to his sweat, "I hope no one
saw that!"  yep hes a lump alright.

On the sands, From the inner bowels of the Wizened Mercurial Egg comes the
sound of scratching; a loud SSSSCCCCRRRRAAAAAAPPPPEEE of a claw  across
brittle shell echoes across the hatching sands as the dragonet inside begins
very precisely to work his way out.  The the sound of pounding fills the air
as another crack appears, and finally a claw pokes out of the shell to saw its
way to freedom.  As the shell splits precisely down the center to fall away in
two halves, Duplo Blocks Blue Hatchling sits upon the sand looking rather
proud of himself.

On the sands, Xandrath headbutts Ukyo (K'yo?) Enough o' this emotional stuff,
my belly is a rumblin'!  Ukyo looks worried for he is hungry too now.. and
leads the way to the side of the sands.

On the sands, Raiylin turns away from the sands for a moment,
waiting for the anger to fade. She nods to Ali with a sniffle.

On the sands, Cracked Ochre Egg sits....  No wait! What is this?

On the sands, B'ner smiles at the young bronze.  "Welcome, Rider."

On the sands, Alaera nods, nudging Rai as she says,"Yes welcome and congrats
Ukyo."

On the sands, Tarlieen blinks. Did it move? Did it. Legs step forward,
sea-blue orbs widening slightly, a devilish gleam entering Tarli's plastered
glance. "Did that one move?" she asks about, to no one in particular.

On the sands, E'nan motions for the newly-Impressed to lead their new
lifemates toward him.  "We'll get them some food straight away," he assures
them.

On the sands, A single triangular hole explodes outward from Cracked Ochre
Egg's shell.  Slowly, in the aftermath, a fine webwork of cracks grows outward
from the extrusion in concentric rings until finally, softly, the shell falls
to shards and dumps Teddy Bear Bruinbrown Hatchling onto the sands.

On the sands, Aura nods slowly at the blue... well, it's nice enough,
sure.  She doesn't particularly want it, but it'll be nice for somebody else.
Maybe Tarli or Dominic or that drunk guy...

On the sands, Raiylin manages to get out, "Congrats." at Ali's
prompting before turning away again.

On the sands, After being ignored for so long, Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling
picks himself up and begins to move in a different direction. This time,
towards the new arrival.

On the sands, Talir stares at the small reddish egg, "I /think/ so...I /hope/
so...'

On the sands, Talir says, "Attaboy!!!!  Come on, little brown.""

On the sands, Dominic tugs at his robe...eyes on the hatchlings as he
continues his hot footed jig

On the sands, Balen smiles and points, "hey Dom, look, another blue!"  blue
blue blue, boy this stupid farmer just doesn't have a clue does he?

Jowl says, "Get that BLUE BAlen!"

Krystal says, "Go Balen and Dom"

On the sands, Dominic grins with a nod to Balen

Several kitchen helpers pass through the crowd, distributing refreshments.

Keslion says, "Balen for brown! Balen for brown!"

Keslion snags a glass of juice from somebody.

On the sands, Silver slants, arrows of light piercing Isobel's pale demeanor.
How many eggs left?  Enough...for it to last a while, anyway.  Blue--blue from
silver, like her own eyes when in a particularly good mood.  A brown, as
well...and eggs left sitting.  A while, yes.

Jowl says, "He would be a green rider on a blue dragon"

On the sands, Tarlieen blinks. "It hatched! A brown." Sigh. Tarlieen beams,
ivory teeth bared as her constant shifting comes to a screeching halt.

Joshua procures some of the passing refreshment.

On the sands, Duplo Blocks Blue Hatchling sits on his two egg halves for just
a second... and with a little harumph and and turn of his head, not noticing
how hungry he is /quite/ yet, he turns to examing his hany-work... hrm...the
edges could have been a little straighter... Oh well, and he turns back to the
candies as his stomach gives an audible GROWL... oh I'm HUNGRY!

Brite
a very young woman with long, bright red hair, deep green eyes, light colored
skin and lotsa freckles. SHe is thin...but not too thin. She notices your
gaize and smiles at you. She is happy....but lonely. SHe hopes to find a home
soon.
She is awake and looks alert.

Brite arrives.

Keslion giggles.

On the sands, Talir grins at the blue..."especially after all that effort to
get out."

On the sands, Cariad looks back and forth at the blues and brown, almost
frozen with wonder, and stepping almopst automatically towards them.  His eyes
reflect the colors nearby, grey mixing with uyellow and shading to glowing
amber, as his robe flaps around his long strides.

Genive leans agianst Jowl snuggling him as she gets tired just /watching/
them in the hot sands.

On the sands, Balen chuckles, "a hungry blue at that."

Krystal hugs Cashar's arm, and bounces, "Won't it be great for Balen to
Impress?"

Brite quickly finds a seat to watch.

Keslion says, "Balen for brown!"

On the sands, Another careful step is taken towards the one that is frozen
with wonder. Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling bugles softly, trying to attract his
attention. Yes -- he's the one.

On the sands, Merlin shuffles his feet unconciously.

On the sands, One smith becomes rather talkative, chatting Isobel's ear off
about how he /always/ wanted a brown, he /always/ thought they were the best
color, and that one was particularly nice...is there no escape?  Dragonet
crazed candidates all over the place--mayhap the crying girl was better than
this.  At least she was ignorable to a degree.

On the sands, Dominic laughs at the bugle..such a lively one

On the sands, Teddy Bear Bruinbrown Hatchling bumbles, rolls out of the shell
only to /yawn/ stretch tail and neck up up up.. He'll get there. Hang on. All
in his own time.

On the sands, Aura glances over at Tarli, gesturing to the brown.
"Wasn't that the egg you liked?" she asks softly.

On the sands, Merlin leans over and whispers somethign in Taylor's ear.

On the sands, Cariad starts and looks over, sensing movement instinctively.
The blue...he can't be coming here.  no...Yes!  He turns and expels a quiet
breath, humming softly.  "Yes, little one...I'm here..."

Brite watches the action on the sands in wonder.  She thinks how beautiful the
dragonets are....

On the sands, "Yes, it was." Tarli beams, fingers directing towards the shards
sacattered about the brow.n. "It looked like redwort." she acknowledges.
A-Yup, that it did.

On the sands, You overhear Merlin whisper "Theres theres ... ... ..."  to
Taylor.

On the sands, Yes -- he's here. And so's Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling. Another
low bugle is issued towards the One, followed by a head-butt.

On the sands, Talir stares at the unlucky blue who isn't managing to impress
his candie of choice.

On the sands, Taylor winks at Merlin.  "No skin off this healer, there are
so many good choices for the dragonets on these sands, friend," he says to
Merlin in a solemn voice.

On the sands, Aura nods slowly, digesting this newfound information.
Redwort.  Mmm-hmm.  "Kinda cute dragon, too," she comments to her neighbor.

On the sands, Kaleidoscope Blue Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards Cariad
and proudly steps forward.

On the sands, Dominic cheers, quickly moving from foot to foot

Alea claps for Cariad.

On the sands, Hunger... yep... oh wait! LIGHT SHINES! There's somethin' else I
gotta do first... now what is it... OH YEAH... that's right... I gotta find
somebody first... he begins to scan the white-clad figures as he quickly steps
out of the precisely broken shell...

Brite smiles softly as the blue hatchling Impresses Cariad.

Keslion looks at the lazy brown as if she could get him to Impress Balen by
sheer force of will.

On the sands, Merlin smiles and points at the newly Impressed, "Look good
together dont' they??"

On the sands, Balen salutes Cariad, "congrats!"

On the sands, Taylor runs hand through hair, getting wet from all the
perspiration, as he sees he dragon choose.  "Good choice, yet again."  THey
always know.  Wonder how that is.  Wonder wonder wonder.  Wonderman?  Maybe.

On the sands, Eibhlin watches the blue wander off -- and stop: Cariad.She
releazses her breath with a loosenign of her shoulders, gaze shifting to
swivel over the rest of the Sands.

On the sands, "Redwort." she repeats, redworted fingers expanding into the
air; swaying side to side, Tarlieen gives the brown a sidelong glance -"He's
cute. Almnoiost, cuddly." she beams, then, to Cariad: "Congrats Cariad! Name?"

On the sands, Cariad sways and almost falls over, dropping to a kneel.  His
eyes reflect the blue's azure slplendor and turn tearfully to the stands-and
one brownrider.  A tiny, inaudible whisper escapes his lips.  "Dalth..."

On the sands, Talir grins at the now-successful blue,  "Well done, Cariad and
Dalth!"

Tesi has disconnected.

On the sands, "Congratulations, Cariad!" Isobel calls over the sands, her
voice carrying even through the heat-thickened air.  Anything to keep that
smith from gabbing her deaf.  "Dalth," she repeats quietly, utterly ignoring
the smith outright.  "Has a good ring."

On the sands, B'ner looks far away and is shaken out of his reverie.  "Come,
Cariad. Bring your Dalth with you over here and we'll get you out of the
hubub."

On the sands, Cariad manages not to sob too extremely, smiles almost
wistfully, and throws his arms around the blue.  "Come on, Dalth.  We have
places to go."

On the sands, Finger-Painted Blue Egg shimmies and shakes in its little nest
of sand as its resident begins thinking about joining its brethren in the
outside world.

On the sands, Alaera smiles,"Yes congrats Cariad."

On the sands, Balen spots his favorite egg wigling, hmmmm.

Brite hopes she is out there someday...."Congrats Cariad"

On the sands, Aura nods to Cariad slowly, then eyes wander to the
brown (who is obviously destined for her neighbor, in Aura's eyes), then to
the blocky blue, then to the other eggs.  Hrm.

On the sands, Teddy Bear Bruinbrown Hatchling has rested enough...because
suddenly on the winds he smells something. Something....AHA! And at a tumbling
rumble he storms across the sand, stomping over shells and shards straight at
Taylor! Only the swish of tail that sticks in the sand slows him. Will he stop
in time?

On the sands, Dominic gives a low whistle, tugging at his robe, he leans to
Balen, "Wish could take this thing off"...nope..he's not modest

>From Cashar's arms, Kassie falls asleep in her daddy's arms.  Her little
fist wrapped around his thumb

On the sands, Talir says, "Watch out, Taylor, he's a live one!"

Daddy is sleeping too..

On the sands, Balen laughs, "move taylor, hes a comming for you!"

On the sands, Aura hmphs, softly.  Good thing she didn't /voice/ that
opinion.  As if Jalysa wasn't smug enough about Aura not always being right.
Hmph.  She's a Headwoman, not a dragonrider, you know.  Honest.

Brite grins, hoping Taylor Impresses the brown.  "Go Taylor!"

On the sands, Margo giggles to herself. "Taylor's getting eaten! Taylor's an
omlet!" Sabrath doesn't believe it to be so; only Margo does.

On the sands, Varroooom. And he's off; Tarli's eyes flicker towards Taylor, a
beam spreading across her lips. "Tay! Watch out!" she chuckles, her head
shaking slightly, her inner coment kept where it is - inside.

On the sands, Dalth looks up and seems to nod.

On the sands, Taylor blinks as he hears people shot his name in warning.
Gaze darts forward at the brown.  "Shells," he says in a hiss before he gets
zapped by a fly by teddying.

On the sands, Eibhlin's eyes widen. Brown. Taylor. Oooh. Hope he doesn't get
run over! Bounce-on-heels, yup. And there it goes.

Cyrina has disconnected.

Keslion eeps. She forgot how often Candies get run over.

On the sands, Merlin quickly distances himself form Taylor..  When
somebody draws dnager, always godo to run form them..

On the sands, Alaera watches with her heart in her mouth, brown? for Tay?
maybe. Hopefully. Not Bronze. Please.

On the sands, Duplo Blocks Blue Hatchling AHEMS as he gets knocked by a
streaking... Teddy Bear?  Oh well... and watches the browns destination with a
piercing half-interest... hrm... maybe over there... righting himself then he
takes a few more steps forward... lets just go have a LOOKSHEE... shall we?

On the sands, Ah, Taylor and a brown...makes sense, in a crazy world like this
one.  "I am sorry...maybe that egg will hatch a brown, hmm?"  More attempts of
Isobel to assuade the upset emotions of those around her.  Now /Taylor/
'stole' the smith's brown.  Possessive, some of these people.  "Excuse me..."
Off she shuffles back to the group of nervous girls, green-crazed harper
having gotten the sobbing under control.

On the sands, Dominic hops from foot to foot wondering if this suffering
will bring it's own rewards and wonders if he could just take off his robe and
cool off?

On the sands, Lopsided Jade Egg teeters and swings about recklessly. Don't
forget me! It lurches to one side, then flops over -- lifeless, but only for a
time.

On the sands, Light shifts ever so delicately across Solar Splendor Egg as it
gives a little wiggle.   Just testing the waters...

On the sands, Teddy Bear Bruinbrown Hatchling scrapes talons deep into the
sand, but momentum's forward gait catches him and center of gravity shifts.
Somehow tail and over large  head entangle and **OOF***!! BruinBrown tumbles
maw over tail to roll to a fluffy bumbling ball right at the feet of Dominic.
/CREEEEEEL/

On the sands, Talir smiles at the blue, "Come on, fella, have another try at
it."

On the sands, Finger-Painted Blue Egg gives another little shudder, digging
itself a little deeper into the sand.

On the sands, Dominic looks at the hatchling and doubts his senses....naw
cannot be for me...not a chance

On the sands, "More. They moved!" Saffron corkscrew fly about in a unruly mess
as Tarlieen hops eagerly from one foot to the other. "Hatch. Hatch. Brown?
Dom!" she chants, a smile still formed uonto(unto) her features.

On the sands, Alaera's eyes go wide as the teddy brown hatchling ends up at
Dom's feet.

On the sands, Aura ohs!  "Tarli, look!  The gold one moved!"  Elated
that the egg she likes best... all sunshiny, just like a certain former
headwomanish-type person... has finally moved, Aura glues her eyes on it.

On the sands, Eibhlineyes that lookseeing blue askance then steps back as
the brown rolls at Dominic. Oh my. What next? She's got that hair wrapped
about her fists, now, and a death grip to boot.

On the sands, C'riad puts an arm along Dalth's shoulders and leads him over to
the other successfuls.

On the sands, Teddy Bear Bruinbrown Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards
Dominic and proudly steps forward.

On the sands, Balen elbows Dom, "lets help the fellow up."

Tesi has connected.

On the sands, Dominic says, "He says his name is Cambrith!!!"

On the sands, B'ner welcomes C'riad and Dalth to the growing throng of
weyrlings.

On the sands, Betha has arrived.

On the sands, Duplo Blocks Blue Hatchling thinks... ayep... I think that's
where I'm headed and he walks toward Taylor and Merlin with a quickening
gate... after so much consideration he seems to have made some sort of
decision... at least regarding direction...

On the sands, Alaera tries to smile,"congrats Dom."

On the sands, Tarlieen peers; as the brown reels towards Dominic, her hands
clasp into the air. "Dom!" she shrieks, jumping up and down, giving no notice
to the sand that she splashes about.

On the sands, Dominic reaches over and hugs Cambrith a look of absolute love
shining in his eyes...

Keslion says, "Oh...Balen. You /can't/ not Impress!"

On the sands, Betha smiles, making her way over to E'nan.

Alea smiles at Dominic. D'minic? Whatever.

On the sands, Solar Splendor Egg suddenly jerks to one side, sending it
rolling down the mound of sand.  Tiny cracks spill out across its surface.

On the sands, "Dommer!  Good for you!"  Isobel is really getting in to this
hatching thing--and is /quite/ glad she left the smiths' side when she did.
Imagine the complaints now...

On the sands, Balen chuckles, "Congrats Dom!"

On the sands, Ukyo looks over briefly and throws a grin Dominic's way. Woo
yeah!

On the sands, Talir hoorays for Dominic and Cambrith.

On the sands, B'ner nods and greets Betha.  "A good group we have, it looks to
me."

On the sands, Taylor's hands come up to wring at the space in front of his
chest as he shifts from hot foot to hot foot.  "Merlin, I think he's coming
over..."  He seems unsure in voice and in stance, but still excited enough to
light up a whole weyr's darkest recesses.

On the sands, E'nan nods in greeting to Betha and adds a smile, "Big group..."
Brite looks at the eggs hatching......she can't believe it...

On the sands, Another Impression is made, as a bronze and a fiery-looking
redheaded lad, lost in the shuffle, find joy in each others' company.

On the sands, C'riad jerks his gaze towards the queen egg as Dalth does the
same, halfway riveted there and halfway at the bejeweled blue.

On the sands, You overhear Betha mut "We shall see, ... ... ..."  to
B'ner.

On the sands, Merlin frowns at Taylor, "He mgiht be.. yeah.. he is.."

On the sands, Aura grabs Tarlieen's elbow in a fit of excitement.
"It's cracking!"  The one she /bonded/ with!  Will it remember?  Will it be
pretty?  Aura doesn't care... she just wants it to /hatch/.

On the sands, Talir wows at the bronze couple. "Way to go, fella!"

On the sands, Betha glances over to E'nan, "Good, I can't wait..." she
makes a small wringing motion with her hands, an almost wicked grin in her
face.

On the sands, Eibhlin sees a flicker of something. Gold? Gold. Gold! Bright
eyes fixate for a moment, her mouth forms an 'o'. Wow. Still, though --
where'd that blue go?

On the sands, Flames rise and fall as glowlight dances across the undulating
shell of Solar Splendor Egg until finally it bursts into a supernova of shards
and egg goo, spilling Tattered Woobie Gold Hatchling into a small hollow of
sand next to Janareth's talon.

On the sands, Alaera catches her breath,"Oh isn't she lovely."

Keslion oohs. "Look at the cute little gold."

Alea wows.

On the sands, "Uh. Oh. Careful Aura!" Tarlieen snickers, head tilting
backwards to glance at the candidate. She tugs /hard/. "I hope they hatch!"
she says, then her mouths drops open in awe. A gold.

On the sands, Raiylin hmms. "Er, yes...she is pretty."

On the sands, Talir gasps at the beautiful gold one.

On the sands, Duplo Blocks Blue Hatchling is speeding up and comes to a halt
in from of the two men... first he whuffles Taylor... hrm, nope that's just
not right... feet too big... gleaming eye turns to Merlin and looks him UP
then DOWN... that might be it... yep, that's definitely it... the ONE for me?
Hrm, wonder if he could solve this hunger problem I have...

Brite thinks about the beautiful gold....wow

On the sands, B'ner catches his breath at the lovely little gold.  "Wow!"

On the sands, Another wiggle, perhaps a giggle? Lopsided Jade Egg wobbles,
creating a show of it's own.

On the sands, Eibhlin grins, "Pretty," she states. "Messy and clumsy, too,
though." Ain't it grand?

On the sands, Storms surge across the shell of Lopsided Jade Egg as a fine
webwork of cracks fan its surface, fueling the swirling patterns into a wild
frenzy of angry lines until finally, Silly Putty Green Hatchling breaks free
from her prison leaving nothing but fragments of what was once her whole
world.

On the sands, Janareth werbles happily,  Gold!  His welcoming song
reaches new heights as the little jewel hatches right at his feet.  He leans
down to sniff and nuzzle her, then he swings his head over to offer
Narrath a loving hum-whuffle.

On the sands, Talir says, "Hey, another green."

On the sands, Merlin looks worriedly at Taylor, "He's staring at /me/..."

On the sands, Taylor looks down at the robe he wears and almost frowns at
the snot that has now lodged itself on before unmarred fabric.  He doesn't
mind--Oh, Merlin.

On the sands, Jalysa tilts her head curiously at the gold, 'Hmm... must
be from /Janareth's/ side...."

On the sands, "Eww!" Margo says with a sniff and a peer at the gold. "She's
so--so--so babie-ish?" And Margo's bias.

On the sands, C'riad sucks in an escaping gasp and saves it for later,
glancing over at the queen in between watching Dalth try to tie his neck in a
knot.

On the sands, Cambrith creels for food and looks into his new lifemate's eyes
with adoration.

On the sands, Alaera swings her head around, oh talk about tennis neck,"Oh the
blue's picked too!" then back to the gold, who will be the new JR. Weyrwoman?

On the sands, Aura awwwwwws, softly.  Lovely?  No.  But at least the
thing isn't /too/ pretty... Aura would be wary of that.  But no, a gold.  "My,
my... such a lanky little one..."  Beautifully ugly.  That's it.  Not pretty
at all... but the young queen has the /possibility/ to be pretty.  Maybe.
Jowl says, "Way to go DOM!"

On the sands, Stepstepslide--right out of the way of a truimphant green.  The
harper got her wishes after all.  "See?  What'd I tell you...she's lovely,
too."  Isobel the omniscient.  The gold hatched...not the
most--proportioned--creature.  Kinda charming in an awkward sense.  "I
wonder...did she kick?  Or was it the heart..?"  Isobel felt /something/,
she's sure of it...

Jowl says, "Love Dom impressed""

On the sands, OF COURSE I'm looking at you silly... AHEM... he seems to says
as Duplo Blocks Blue Hatchling moves ever closer and suddenly meets Merlin's
eyes...

On the sands, Dalth creels, his euyes shading red.  /Food/.

On the sands, "Look - a greenie!" Orbs blinks as Tarli's sea-blue gaze focuses
upon the lime-green of the silly putty green machine. "She's silly!" she
comments, feet shuffling back and forth, as the burrowing begins again. Down
down down she goes.

On the sands, Talir stares at the blue and Merlin..there they go..

On the sands, Taylor turns from the blue, saying to Merlin, "That he is,
maybe he is for you, friend.."  Oh look at that /woman/ out there.  Gold hide.
Wish wonder hope.  Know it's not possible, but... dreams and all that.

On the sands, Duplo Blocks Blue Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards
Merlin and proudly steps forward.

On the sands, B'ner gathers the weyrlings to him, bringing them over to stand
by E'nan, Betha and himself.

Krystal says, "CongratsDOM!!!!!!"

Alea clenches her fists. If she has any feelings about who impresses the gold,
she keeps them to herself as she clenches her fists and leans forward.

On the sands, S'ran hugs Jalysa again, holding her close and resting his
chin on her shoulder, at the crook of her neck.  "Gold, gold!  What a beauty!"

On the sands, C'riad motions for a bowl of meat and follows the other new
weyrlings, popping bits of it to Dalth hastily.

On the sands, Balen sighs as another blue hatchling ignores him.  He wanders
close to the finger painted blue egg.

Alea cheers for Merlin.

On the sands, Merlin stars wide-eyed at the blue, whispering, "Me?
Hedanth??"

On the sands, Aura crosses her fingers.  This is good.  Tarli likes
the green.  Aura likes the gold.  This could work, sure.  "I think she was
kicking!" calls out the ex-Headwoman across to Isobel, grinning.

Fasulkad grins. "Nice one Dom! Hey, Merlin! Good one!

On the sands, Tattered Woobie Gold Hatchling untucks her wings from beneath
and struggles to her feet.   Ooh...a /talon/  What's a talon?   Placing her
mouth slowly over  her daddy's talon, she drools... mmm... that's a talon!

On the sands, Sabrath crunches sand beneath hardening talons, waving her head
from side to side, and ignoring the events occuring in the heat, the
sweltering heat of the sands. Margo, on the other hand, is quite pleased to
watch, and make little comments. "Small omlet." -- "Big omlet."

On the sands, Finger-Painted Blue Egg wobbles again as the dragonet imprisoned
inside continues to test his boundaries.

On the sands, D'nic standing next to the others he watches the rest of the
candidates and wonders who will impress and who will not..

On the sands, Raiylin laughs, humor restored somewhat by the
gold's antics. "Oh, /look/ at her!"

On the sands, Tarlieen beams and beams; her brow lifts to one side, her lips
parting to say -"Green Aura. Green!" And green she likes. And silly it is.

On the sands, A shrill squeak announces Silly Putty Green Hatchling's arrival
-- she's here. Followed closely by a tumble, muzzle-first, into the sand. What
an entry. But this hatchling' doesn't care. Sand's nifty.

On the sands, Eibhlin shifts her gaze 'tween green and gold, gold and green,
to and fro and back they go. Which one should I look at? Great. So..... she
crosses her eyes, one of 'em on each dragon. There.

On the sands, Cambrith nudges against D'nic's leg and cries for
attention...hey you..yah you feed me!!!!

On the sands, Janareth studies his little daughter quizically, then gives
his claw a testing wiggle.

On the sands, What?  Who?  Why?  "Merlin...Hedanth?  Congratulations!"  That's
the what...millionth time Isobel's said that?  Something along those
lines...starting to sound /rehearsed/.  "You think?  Me too!  She looks like a
kicker..." comes the amused reply.

On the sands, Hedanth looks up at Merlin, food?  wasn't that the point of
this??

On the sands, Jalysa hrms and shakes her head at the gold, "Definitely
from Janareth's side... close your eyes Narrath dear... this isn't gonna be
pretty."

Joshua has disconnected.

On the sands, Balen waves to Merlin, "congrats!"

On the sands, Aura laughs softly.  Awww.  Like a baby... Headwomens
like bebbies, sure.  Why do you think Aura has nine?  "Isn't she cute, Tarli?
Absolutely adorable!  What antics!"  And so she burbles on.

On the sands, Eibhlin calls over, with a half-glance ove,r "Congrats!" And
back to the watch!

On the sands, K'yo looks over briefly from putting chunks of meat down
Xandrath's throat, to watch the little gold and her antics.

On the sands, Tarlieen snorts, hair tumbling forward in an array of silky
saffron; she steps forward, redworted fingers jiggling towards the green.
"Hey." she says, eyes glazing into an almost un-real appearance. Somewhere
between awe and amazaement, she stands still, only rocking slightly back and
forth.

On the sands, Merlin frowns at Hedant h before finally seemign to be aware
of hsi surroundings and shuffling off towards the others who already
Impressed, Hedanth following in a quick wobble.

On the sands, C'riad claps a hand momentarily to who he knew as Ukypo.
"Bronze.  Congratulations, U-K'yo, that is."

On the sands, Talir watches the green intently...greenly....

On the sands, C'riad turns down.  "No, Dalth, I'm much happier wirth you any
day.  Bronze isn't my thing."

On the sands, Blue sees smith.  Blue impresses smith.  Smith is happy--even if
he /did/ want a brown to begin with.  "See?" Isobel begins as she sidles up to
the newest pair.  "Blue becomes you...name?"

Vionette arrives.

Krystal says, "Hi Vionette"

Vionette says, "Hi Krystal. I'm sorry I'm late, what did I miss?"

On the sands, Cambrith twitches his tail in impatience as he watches the
specticle of the hatching with one eye with the other firmly planted on his
lifemate.

Krystal says, "Dominic and Merlin Impressed"

On the sands, Star-Spangled Dreamcatcher Egg shudders again, one of the last
eggs to remain. A great responsibility that, but then so is the filling
shadows with light.

Vionette says, "Yay!! What did they get?"

On the sands, K'yo grins merrily up at C'riad. "Thanks! C'riad.. Dalth is
beautiful."

On the sands, C'riad smiles.  "Iusn't he?"

On the sands, Star-Spangled Dreamcatcher Egg continues to drift, thoughtless,
as if lost in time and space. Stars spill and twinkle across the shell,
content as it rolls slowly about in the sand and finally wedges itself into a
little piece of the universe all its own.  Alone? Perhaps. But there is life
enough within to threaten planets untold and a tiny wedge of snout leads the
rest of Lite Brite Bronze Hatchling out onto the sand as the egg suddenly
explodes with a great, big, Bang!!

On the sands, D'nic chuckles at some unheard comment from his lifemate, looks
over towards Margo and winks as he watches the rest of the hatching this time
without being a bundle of nerves...

On the sands, Tattered Woobie Gold Hatchling leans precariously to one side as
her daddy's talon moves... wings flutter violently to keep herself from
toppling over.   Ha!  With her chest puffed out and her held high, she takes a
step... and quickly flops head-first into the sand.

On the sands, With a soft whuffle, Silly Putty Green Hatchling picks herself
up of the sands. Now. What was she supposed to do? Large orbs, a-whirl of
colors, peer at the shiny thing -- the gold. Ooo. Let's go look at that. With
another squeaky whuffle, the dragonet scurries after the gold.

On the sands, C'riad groans, realizing that Dom's will just make him /worse/.
Oh well, time to be happy.

On the sands, Talir says, "Wow! Another bronze, and a handsome one too."
Brite grins at the gold.  oh...what a dear thing

On the sands, M'lin grins at K'yo as he approaches, pointing at his blue,
"Isn't he great??"

On the sands, Hedanth looks about.  Where do they keep the food??  Can't
anyone see he si hungry??

On the sands, D'nic sees C'riad with his dragon and cannot resist asking, "Hey
C'riad did you ever find that drudge??"

On the sands, Janareth interrupts his welcoming-hum for a moment to croon
softly to the little gold.  Delicately, he nudges her with the tip of his
nose.  There ya go, Little One.  Your limbs will learn to obey you soon
enough.

On the sands, "Wha - whe - Huh?" Silly green. Orbs plastered upon the
lime-green form -- almost like Krayolen's in a materter -- Tarli resists the
urge to scurry after the green. "Where ya' going?" she asks outloud,
back-peddling to Auara's side.

On the sands, Aura ohs, a startled exclamation.  "Is she okay?" she
asks, nearly frantic... like a mother who's just heard that her toddler has
fallen.  Only Aura can't do anything about it.  So she wrings the edge of her
sash.  "I hope she's okay..."

On the sands, Balen nods, "yes he is."  he kkeps moving slowly closer to the
blue egg, relizing that he may have been right, that no dragon would ever have
him.  But now he wish one would....

On the sands, Taylor smiles at a lady in front of him as she is escorted off
the hot sands, now if only he could.  This really smarts.  Guess the slit up
his robe shoulda gotten fixed instead of forgotten.

On the sands, "Oh...poor little thing.  She's not making very good progress."
Now it's Isobel that chatters on to the smith, even though he's ignoring her
for his precious blue.  A slight frown crosses otherwise smooth features,
crinkles of worry before she banishes the thought easily.   Dragonets always
do well...she can take care of herself.  Silver turns back to the sands,
perusing.  Not many eggs left...the adventure coming to a halt.

On the sands, Gold.. and her shaaaaaa-dow! Evie watches the green trail after
the bright-thing of a gold, indeed, and spares just a glance towards the new
bronze from the starry egg. Nice. isn't it? Impatient, now, and perhaps a
little bored: Eibhlin fidgets.

On the sands, C'riad grins.  "Maybe now is time for revenge.  But for the
hatchling's sake-" he whistles and raises an arm, and a drudge bearing a bowl
comes scurrying up, "I'll spare you for now."

An older looking couple, stride up the stairs then wriggle about looking for a
spot to sit.

On the sands, K'yo nods over at M'lin. "He's beautiful. They all are!"

Brite looks anxiously at the gold, and the little green.  They are so cute....

Keslion says, "Oh, come on, Balen. Impress, then at least I won't have lost
out."

On the sands, D'nic returns C'riad's grin with a wink..."Oh well I'm sure
you'll find someone to warm your bed eventually.."

On the sands, A small, hairline crack appears on the surface of the
Finger-Painted Blue Egg as it gives an abrupt *whump*.

On the sands, Betha nods in agreement upon hearing Yakko's words.

Alea leans foward and crosses her fingers, hoping the healer on the sands
impresses.

On the sands, C'riad nods assent and kneels down y Dalth again.

The Ghost of Uncle Vicktor takes a seat to watch D'nic

On the sands, Talir looks at Balen, concerned. There's got to be one here for
him.

Vionette squeezes her way up to the front somehow and peeks over at the scene
below.

On the sands, Tattered Woobie Gold Hatchling snaps upright, spraying sand
everywhere as her wings quickly unfurl.  Peering warily at the green who seems
to be getting justa a little to close... she wobbles off towards a small group
of girls.  She'll go hide behind them... the green'll never find her then.

On the sands, C'riad looks up at D'nic with a grin.  "Who says I haven't?"

Brite grins at the gold....she's adorable

Eilish arrives.

Jorran glances down to the sands smiling as his eyes scan about.

On the sands, Balen starts, as the blue egg cracks, he has somehow gotten
very close and moves back , to give the egg room.

On the sands, Aura squints... you know, that heat does horrors for
depth perception.  "Which way is she going?  Can you tell?  Is she coming over
here?"  She stands on tiptoe, even though she /knows/ it won't help... she
just wants to see where that darling's going.

On the sands, D'nic returns his attention to his lifemate...waiting to be able
to feed this pit of emptiness...he grins at C'riad, "Well to be truthful no
one but then again I haven't kept tabs on all the drudges in the weyr.."

Glendallen follows closely to Jorran, she too is looking about as well.

On the sands, Eibhlin is a girl. This is bad. Maybe. Golds are purty and all
( they match her hair, kinda, even. Well, by a long stretch of the
imagination, thay do) but doe s she want to be used as a hiding spot? She's
not big enough, So she watches the advance, wary and sighing.

On the sands, C'riad looks at Dalth for a moment.  "Yes-he is silly, isn't he?
Poor Dom."

Brite intently watches the gold.  Thinking to herself.  She can't wait to see
who impresses her.

On the sands, A smith suddenly cries out in exultation as he Impresses a
Brown.

On the sands, Both smith and harper go to join the ranks of the
Impressed---seems almost fraternity-like to Isobel.  All alone and nothing to
do but shift and slide in the sand, a tango for one.  Fingers splay once again
to rake through curls, beads of glass-like quality flying through the air,
unmindful of what they hit.  She's ready to go, /soon/.  Any more time on
these sands and she'll have sweated off twenty pounds...

Lulu blinks in from ::between:: without any notice whatsoever.

On the sands, Cambrith sends Tali some new nails..

On the sands, Balen figits as sweat rolls down his face and back.  He lifts
a foot and rubbs it, sore from standing so long on the hot sands.

On the sands, Taylor coughs into the fist of his hand.  The activity almost
pausing for a moment of silence as a poor lass of black hair is taken to the
side for healer attention.

On the sands, Tattered Woobie Gold Hatchling bustles through the loose group
of girls... excuse me...pardon me.   A /green/ is following me.   Nostrils
flare with delight as something suddenly captures her attention.   No...not
some/thing/... some/one.  Hello?

On the sands, Lite Brite Bronze Hatchling blink blink blinks. And a no time is
waisted. Out of the eag he steps. Off to see the wizard? Maybe if he sticks
his winks out he can/lure/ the right one to him. Standing only a moment, he
alights! FLAPFLAPFLAPFLAP  But it doesn't work, see. He tumbles. Okay. Plan B.

On the sands, Talir shifts his weight somewhat stiffly and watches the
progress of the brown and the green...green...hmmm.

Brite giggles at the bronze.  oops..shouldn't have done that

On the sands, Aura smiles brightly, watching the woobie.  "Tarli, can
you see?  Is she coming over here?"  She lowers down from her tippy-toes,
deciding that that doesn't work.  "She's so /cute/!  I want to know who she's
heading towards!"

On the sands, Tarlieen eyes the green, the heat from the sands below seaping
through her boots. "Shards - there goes these boots!" she mumbles, tucking a
eriringlet behind her ear; eyes then focus back to the green, hands placed
against her back as she shuffles forward. "She's cute! I can see. I think!"
she exclaims. Yup, her eyes are open. Or are they.

On the sands, Talir eyes the bronze, "Careful with those wings, laddie."

On the sands, Gold. Green. Gold. Green. Pushing and shoving their way through
the dominishing mobs.  Eibhlin is curious, indeed, but it's of the impatient
dort. She tugs at her hair ahain, all wrapped about her fist, and tries to
peel her robe away from her skin, sinc it's now almost plastered to her
scrawny figure.

On the sands, Maybe, if Isobel used both hands, she could just /wring/ her
hair out, instead of flicking sweat every which way.  She can't be smelling
very good right now, nope.  "Poor clumsy girl...you'll grow out of it,
though..."  Hopefully.

Vanyel arrives.

On the sands, Taylor waves at his nose.  What the shards is he downwind
from. He looks over at Isobel and feigns a smile.

Brite has disconnected.

On the sands, Alaera flicks sweat out of her eyes as she helps  hand out meat
to newly impressed riders.

On the sands, D'nic smiles at his lifemate and wonders how much longer they're
gonna have to wait for food...they'ze hungry!!

Jarrad nudges Glendallen, "There's our little girl." pointing towards the
groups of weyrlings.

Glendallen smiles then nods, "Oh, she looks so impressive down there."

On the sands, Side side back back. Tarli's form swooshes into the sand.
"Jaelen, off!" she commands, eyes rolling towards the Bitran lad. Lips twitch
into a lopsided smile, as she eyes a peculiar redwort stain centered within
her robe. "Oooo. Neat. Redwort!" she exhales, keeping a glance plastered uon
the green while she toys with the stain.

On the sands, Tattered Woobie Gold Hatchling twirls around and peers back at
the group of girls she just passed.   Taking a few steps, she pauses...
searches... sniffs... and makes a mad dash towards someone that smells a bit
like stew.   It's got to be her... nothing less than the best for Miss twinkle
toes... and someone that smells like /stew/... well come on now...

Keslion rolls her eyes as somebody makes an inadvertant pun.

On the sands, Aura bites her lip.  Okay.  We have yet to determined
which way is the woobie way.  That doesn't mean Aura's gonna stop /looking/.
"She's so absolutely adorable!  As cute as firelizard bebbies!"

On the sands, C'riad ignores the heat on his calloused footsoles, one arm
around his blue and both eyes looking to the queen.  Good luck...

Fasulkad goes to sleep, looking around for a moment before he slides into a
corner.

On the sands, Lite Brite Bronze Hatchling looks for the brightest thing on the
sands...or the smelliest. Picking humself up, he zips past the green, wobbles
around the gold and

On the sands, Isobel makes a gesture at Taylor--something passable for a
wave, if seen from the galleries, perhaps.  But a quick, darting silver wink
and the profile of a smile is enough to say she's kidding.  He can't, after
all, see the glowing strands of steel-blue threading the mirror gaze of her
eyes.  "Watch out there!"  No need to trample the poor cook!!

On the sands, Wait -- did she hear something? Silly Putty Green Hatchling
stops short in her tracks, sending a satisfying spray of sand everywhere. Yup.
She heard it: a bellow. Something more interesting than that shiny lump. With
a creeling 'squee', the dragonet heads in a new, different direction,
searching for that one, the only one, with the pleasent red blob on her robe.

Brite has connected.

On the sands, Lite Brite Bronze Hatchling ambles   up behind Issy and
*SNIFFS*. Ooooooo /Fuchia/. He likes color in a lifemate, see.

On the sands, Balen watches the bronze darting between the green and gold,
wow, good moves on that one...

On the sands, Finger-Painted Blue Egg's occupant pounds the inside of his
asylum again, more forcefully this time, making the crack a bit wider and
allowing a trickle of (Fresh?  Well, yes, relatively speaking) air inside.

On the sands, Taylor winks right back at Isobel.  She may be stinking, but
that only means one thing... bath time.  Telgar storm sky gaze goes forward
yet again to the cluster of eggs and shards.  The bronze catches his eye, but
he knows that it must be looking at that red headed kid behind him. He is
cute...

On the sands, Aura sighs, having decided by now that the gold is
/not/, in fact, coming in her direction.  But there are other eggs.  Not gold,
but other eggs.

On the sands, "Uh-oh." Sea-blue gaze lifts towards the green, Tarli's brow
quireked into a 'AreYouLookingAtMe' type glance. The reddist redwort glows
within the center of her tunic, as a finger rubs against her, her other hand
waving into the air: "Hey you. Do you like redwort?" she asks, head tilting
towards the green. If so, say yes.

On the sands, Talir watches the bronze's movements with distinct interest.

On the sands, Stew...stew...stew... Hooray for stew!   Tattered Woobie Gold
Hatchling stops just short of knocking the
stew-smelling-white-robe-wearing-cook-type-person that's looking the wrong
way.   Hello there... I'm going to fall on you now.  *phlump*  Hey...where'd
Isobel go?

On the sands, Tattered Woobie Gold Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards
Isobel and proudly steps forward.

On the sands, Veiled Beauty Egg shudders violently, nestling itself deeper in
the sands.  Lemme outta here!

Krystal gasps and watches the gold.  "Oh my"

Brite looks at the gold.  oooh impression?

On the sands, Talir sees the drama with the gold and wonders what her name is.

On the sands, Alaera cheers!"Yeah ISsy!" then nudges Rai,"This time the cook
impressed the gold!"

On the sands, K'yo looks up from admiring his new lifemate, over to where
Isobel dissapeared under a heap of gold, and cheers loudly for her!

On the sands, Eibhlin stares, she does, yup. Oh my. Gold.. there? Bronze..
where? /Neat/. Evie catches her breath, waiting a moment then calling out her
congratulations.

On the sands, B'ner claps.  "I know that cook.  And a fine gold too."  He
turns to Betha.  "What is it with cooks and Telgar Weyr?"

Alea cheers as the gold seems to have found her Weyrwoman. "Woohoo!"
On the sands, Raiylin howls joyfully and jumps around. "ISSY!
OH, she got GOLD!"

Eilish nearly falls out of her seat as she watches Isobel impress a *gold*.

On the sands, Tarlieen pries her eyes from the lime-green form before her.
"Iso. ISO!" she squeals, then returns her gaze to the green, her eyes widening
again.

On the sands, C'riad lets out an explosive breath as the gold gets ready to
Impress, smiling down at Dalth.

Vionette cheers and whistles for the new weyrwoman.
"Yay!!!11111111111111111111111

On the sands, Betha glances over to B'ner and shrugs, "Must be the spice
in us."

On the sands, "Ah!!"  Isobel comes as close to squealing as she has in her
life, bing sniffled from *gasp* behind and now a gold lump at her feet!
"Oh...are you alright Aramyth?"   A beat, and then:  "Aramyth..."

Keslion is deafened by the cheers. Oh, the gold impressed. Not Balen, so not
important.

On the sands, Raiylin wows. "That name is /gorgeous/."

On the sands, Like a beacon in a sea of white, Silly Putty Green Hatchling
draws nearer and nearer to the glowing red, attracted by it's 'neato' beam.
Whriling orbs happen to glance up, meeting Tarli's. She's weird enough.

On the sands, M'lin looks up from hsi lifemate to see what the commotion
is, notices Isobel, and grins, "ooh.. Issy got it.." before turnign back to
the blue in fornt of him.

On the sands, Silly Putty Green Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards Tarlieen
and proudly steps forward.

On the sands, Alaera nods,"She is.."

Alea cheers. Two in less than no time!

On the sands, D'nic whistles loudly.."Congrats Isso!" as he hugs Cambrith..

Johanna arrives.

On the sands, Veiled Beauty Egg taps, taps and bumps into another egg.
*crack*   /My/ turn.

On the sands, Taylor makes a sound of excitement for both the newest
impressees, almost thinking that them being so near must mean the luck will
rub off on him, and not jsut that smell.

On the sands, Veiled Beauty Egg suddenly explodes, sending shards flying
haphazardly towards the Candidates. A wing flops onto the sands and is shortly
followed by the rest of Slinky Green Hatchling as she struggles free from the
remains of the shell.

On the sands, Finger-Painted Blue Egg wobbles some more, the crack widening...

On the sands, Balen waves over to Isobel. "Congrats Isobel!"

On the sands, Lite Brite Bronze Hatchling POUTS! Hey, that was /my/ fuchia
lifemate! With a hop to the left and a step to the right, he stops up short,
suddenly seeing...could it be a flash of /color/?  RED!!!!!!!! So he plops
himself down and peers up. Hey you! **BUTT** You're the right sex, too. Yah.

On the sands, "You like redwort. Great!" Tarli beams, knees folding to the
ground, the former redwort expert positioning herself into her favored
position. "Well, I'm glad you do Thysbrith." Blink. What. "Thysbrith! Oh."

On the sands, Finger-Painted Blue Egg splays open upon the black sands,
rolling forth the small sphere of Marble Cobalt Blue Hatchling. The young
dragonet raises his head to see what all the noise is about, his still wet
hide gleaming, and his wings unwrap from him, reach toward the sky. He rises
to his feet and without a second thought seeks out that someone special.

On the sands, Alaera grins, then ,"Ohno! more redwort around the weyr.." and
thinks she'l lgo hide.

Brite gasps at another blue.  Oh...her fave color dragon....how pretty.

On the sands, Talir's eyes lock onto the newly hatched blue.  "Great wings
there, lad!"

On the sands, Marble Cobalt Blue Hatchling crouches, his tail wiggling behind
him, sweeping egg shard and gooey sand this way and that.

On the sands, Balen blinks widely as his favorite egg actually produced a
blue!  "Hey D'nic, look i was right!"

Krystal says, "Congrats Tarli or do we call you T'lieen"

Vanyel watches the hatching with curiosity.  He smiles softly.

Keslion grins at the blue. "Oh, he's lovely."

Vionette waves at Balen, but she know's he's not looking. "Oh, I hope he gets
his favorite" she says, to no one in particular...

On the sands, D'nic chuckles at Balen's exclamation.."Yup guess you were at
that!"

On the sands, Taylor blinks once, then twice.  A bead of moisture rolls down
his cheeks to plop down on his robe.  "Uh..."  He just kinda stares like some
dumb runner frozen in front of a huge um dragon.

Krystal says, "Come on Balen, let's do a straight flush"

On the sands, Slinky Green Hatchling hunkers down low and eyes the white
robes.   Grrf.  Mine.  All of 'em.   With a crackled screech and a lash of her
tail, she's off... away from the shards... away from the mound of sand... and
right towards /that/ girl.  The short one.

On the sands, "Oh...great name, Tarli!"  Isobel bends in slow-motion, a slow
caress on the eyeridges for her Aramyth.  "We should go...over there..."
Leading the clumsy creature over, she too joins the fraternity of Impressed.
Hey y'all!

Jowl says, "Use the HIG Balen!"

Jowl carefully makes his way down the stairs.

Alea peers forwards at the hatchlings, wishing, oh wishing that one would come
up into the stands and...She shakes her head.

On the sands, C'riad waves.  "Congratulations!  You made it!"

Jowl has arrived.

On the sands, Y'all waves to Isobel.

On the sands, Marble Cobalt Blue Hatchling emits a raucous squawk and begins
waddling forward.  Begins, but never finishes, and his un-coordinated limbs
give out beneath him and he flops to the sand...limbs and wings splay outward,
making him look from above like a little, blue, wiggling star.

Eilish waves to Jowl.

On the sands, Alaera beams a smile over towards Issy and the others, and
mutters to Rai,"this should be interesting"

On the sands, Eibhlin eyes 'em: green and blue and ignored-bronze (he's not
for her, really.) Yank on the hair: tug, tug, tug. And yawn face crackingly.
It';s tiring, but so exciting, standing out here -- and she can't decide
whether to be exciting, impatient o bored. Where now?

Jowl waves back

Vionette waves to that farmer guy, what's his name.....oh, she forgets. "Hi"
anyway.

On the sands, Aura goes back to shuffling.  Waiting.  Alone, now.
Whee.  Left-right-left.  When does she get to go back to her office?

On the sands, B'ner frowns a bit.  "Jalysa, that one over there hasn't moved a
bit.  It's a sad thing, but we may have lost one of the eggs."

On the sands, Talir grimaces at the blue's little accident.  "C'mon, get back
up there."

Brite looks to the egg that hasn't moved....she wonders what will happen to
it....

Alea hears this and almost cries. "YOu can't lose the desolate one! It's my
favorite!" she murmurs, her voice anxious.

On the sands, Balen acks as the blue hatcling stubles into the sands, he
walks over to assist the fellow back up than back off aways.  he may not
impress, but he can leave a good impression.  He chuckles silently though, cuz
he did a sand dive eailier.

Keslion looks at the still egg. "Stillborn," she mutters. "What a shame."

On the sands, Slinky Green Hatchling gathers speed, her course never wavering.
Is that a blue lying on the sands? Oh well.... she's got important stuff to
attend to.   Trampling over the little marbled blue, she continues towards the
itty bitty one.

On the sands, Cambrith whuffles D'nic's hair as he tries to get his attention.

On the sands, Tarli twists her head about, redworted digit s resting upon her
love, her lifemate's lime-green hide. "Hungry. Want redwort?" she queries,
chuckling at her comment before lifting her smallish form from the ground.
"gfFood. I need food!" she giggles, half-shuffling beside Thysbrith's
lumbering form.

Vanyel looks at the unmooving egg.  He mutters to himself, "What, they're just
going to leave it there?  Not even going to try..." he shakes his head.

Keslion says, "I don't think anything can be done."

On the sands, Lite Brite Bronze Hatchling is patient, but not that patient.
Snubby maw nuzzles the healer until his nose gets stuck in that white thing.
Oooooo  what's this a slit? And before you can say bronzerider, he's got
Taylor's robe up around his waist, showing off everything. Poor taylor should
have learned how to sew, eh?

On the sands, Talir says, "Hey you clumsy little thing, don't climb over
people, it's not polite."

Tesi glances at the unmoving egg, and shrugs.  Oh well, too bad.  She yawns.

On the sands, Jalysa quirks a brow over at B'ner before following his
line of vision, "Hmm... it is awfully still."  With a shrug, she turns back to
the ones that have hatched.  Stuff happens.

Keslion sees a Candidate get derobed and blushes scarlet! Not the first time
she's seen Taylor in a less than decent state, mind.

Vionette woowooos the little Bronze.

On the sands, Talir giggles at Taylor's strange predicament.

Vanyel nods, "I know...but..." he sighs.

Krystal chuckles at Taylor

Eilish tries to choke down laughter as she watches the bronze get poor
Taylor!!

Brite looks at Taylor....poor Taylor.

On the sands, Eibhlin frowns. Tug on strawberry-lank.  Poor blue, getting
run ove.r Is it gonna let itself be stepped on all his life? Revolt! Revolt!
And... distraced. /Taylor/. Oh my. She whistles. hah.

Jowl laughs at the slightly naked healer

On the sands, Marble Cobalt Blue Hatchling honks as he is ungraciously stepped
on.  The nerve!  His eye catches sight of a glistening green tail slithering
by him...his reaction is quick.  *Chomp!* and vengeance is mine, sayeth he!

On the sands, Talir says, "Attaboy!"

On the sands, Taylor flushes as red as his fingers, "Shells," comes out in a
hiss as he tries to back away from the prying maw and the um exposure that is
um showing way too many of /his/ family jewels here.  Talk about your
embarrassing moments.

On the sands, D'nic closes his eyes as Taylor's thing flashes in the bright
sunlight of the bowl...eeek what a sight!!!!

Krystal laughs.  "Hey Taylor! Setting a new style?  Woowoo

On the sands, Balen waves over at Taylor, "whats his name!!!?  Congrats!"

On the sands, Alaera catches a glimpse of Tay's family jewels and grins,
smirls really,"Ooh Tay!"

Keslion continues to blush fiercely. "He's...he';s...naked. Again!"

On the sands, Betha laughs, "MY, that's a big dragon you have!"

Jowl says, "Man I am not impressed Taylor."

Alea sniggers.

Vionette wonders if everyone is Impressed by Taylor...

Krystal says, "No But it looks like Taylor is"

Basara snickers.

On the sands, Balen thinks taylor is impressing more than just dragons....

Vionette says, "Yes, but is the Dragon?"

Genive blushs when she sees Taylor let it all hang out!! |)  She closes her
eyes so as not to see.

Vanyel glances over at the derobed healer, but then looks back at the
motionless egg.  "Come on you, /move/!" he says under his breath.

On the sands, Lite Brite Bronze Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards Taylor
and proudly steps forward.

Keslion can't actually take her eyes away, but man is she blushing.

On the sands, Alaera then blinks ,realising what is wraped around Tay's wasit,
causing the robe to rise, she nugdes Rai, hard! "Please don't say what I think
I',m seeing." no no not bronze.

Azraeth minces as delicately as possible toward Ledge Above the Hatching
Grounds.

On the sands, M'lin cheers for Taylor.

On the sands, Raiylin grabs hold of Ali, this time. Friends
don't let friends kill cands. Or 'lings. "Don't do anything you'll regret..."

On the sands, Desolate Light-Forsaken Egg shudders a bit.  At least it appears
to.  Or is that just the heat?

On the sands, Talir snaps his attention back to the now /moving/ egg in the
sand.

On the sands, Alaera tries to get out of RAi's grip,"No nononono!!!" she
wails.

Tesi's eyes widen for a moment, then she blushes.  Now, that's not a sight you
see everyday!  She quickly looks away.

On the sands, Taylor slips down to the sands as finally his robe is let go
of and not caring any more if anyone sees his um packaging.  "Jisanth?  Nice
to meet you...."  A tear glisten in the sweat of cheek.  "Jisanth," he calls
louder.

Vanyel blinks, "It's moving.  Come on.  Come on!!"

On the sands, Eibhlin's eyes widen. Taylor. Bronze. Uh oh. Danger alert!
(Boy, and we thought women were throwing themselves at him /before/)

Keslion says, "The stillborn one seems to be live."

On the sands, Slinky Green Hatchling takes a final leap forward and is
there... in the zone... right in front of her beloved itty bitty gritty Candie
(yuh...doesn't rhyme...go away).   Wrapping a tail possessively around her
legs, she pulls Eibhlin to the sand.

On the sands, Slinky Green Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards Eibhlin and
proudly steps forward.

Alea yells to the desolate one, "C'mon! Break open! Show 'em all!"

On the sands, B'ner shields his eyes a bit.  "Jalysa?  I think that one moved
after all."

On the sands, Raiylin shakes Ali a bit. "Shhh! I have to put up
with it too. Like you said, it can't be all /that/ bad...and remember R'dell?
He turned out all right...so..."

Vionette yell "Yay Eibhlin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brite hopes the lil eggie moved.

On the sands, C'riad b;links and looks at the poor little egg in the shadows.
"Dalth...what do you think...?"

On the sands, Marble Cobalt Blue Hatchling regains his (much steadier, now)
feet, and begins making his way toward one of the white-robes.

On the sands, Alaera shakes her head,"No no not fair!" first K'bal, and now
Tay impresses bronze! oh what is life coming to?

Alea cheers for Eibhlin!

On the sands, Eibhlin flop-plops into the sand. /Ow/. "Oh, shardit,
Norielth, that /hurt/. I'm getting sand in my hair, and it's hot and..."
Wooooaaaaaaah. "Norielth?"

On the sands, Balen goes back to watching the blue.  who will it chose?

On the sands, Talir turns for a second to wave his congratulations at Eibhlin
and Taylor, then goes back to contemplating the remaining possibilities.

On the sands, D'nic sees Alaera and gives her a wink, half promise of pranks
to come and half of pride in his new lifemate.

On the sands, Hedanth warbles, staring at the unmoving egg.

On the sands, Jalysa manages a smile for B'ner, "So it seems... let's
hope it continues to do so..."

On the sands, Isobel sidles up to Margo, the beginning glints of
bewilderment flashing in her eyes.  "Margo?"  Aramyth lumbers up behind her,
not stopping in time and tripping over an Iso-foot, looking up sweetly.  Hiya.

Brite is so happy for her friend Taylor...even if it was embarrassing for him.

On the sands, Dalth "burbles a little, wistful, and looks up at his lifemate
unhappily.

On the sands, Raiylin sighs exasperatedly. "No, it's not fair.
But there's nothing we can do."

On the sands, Margo glances lazily over at Isobel-- "Isobel?"

On the sands, C'riad sighs.  "It'll be all right."

The housekeeper arrives to remove Any_Guest.

On the sands, Alaera gets a look on her face,"Oh no?" then sighs,"Its just not
fair.."

On the sands, Marble Cobalt Blue Hatchling continues on his course. Something
about that little fellow...  He feels a bit of resistance against his left
wing as he knocks Balen to the sands.  Whatwasthat?  He crooks his neck
around to have a look...

On the sands, Talir spares a glance from Balen to the blue and wonders.
Glendallen beams, pointing, "She's going to be busy with that group."

Vanyel shakes his head, then stares at the unmooving egg.  "Come on, move
shard it...you can do it, /move/!"

Jorran nods muttering something about runny nosed children and dragons.

Keslion griuns. "I think I'm going to break even, Balen's with a blue."

Vionette hoots from the stands..."Balen,, look up!!!!!!!!!!!!

Krystal says, "Come on Balen!!!"

On the sands, Balen finds himself back in the sand looking up at a blue
head, "um hello there!"

On the sands, Desolate Light-Forsaken Egg shudders harder.  It's definitely
moving now.  Slowly it rolls around in a lazy spiral and falls over on its
side.  Cracks form at the point of impact and a single talon pokes through.

On the sands, Marble Cobalt Blue Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards Balen
and proudly steps forward.

Brite hopes and hopes the little egg moves.  Come on little one....there ya
go.

On the sands, Cambrith looks around wondering what all the cheering is
about...if it's not food he's not interested in the moment...

On the sands, D'nic says, "ATTA BOY Balen!!!"

On the sands, S'ran smiles at the latest Impression.  "B'len?"

Vanyel grins at the people around him, "See! Its coming!"

Keslion says, "Yes! Balen Impressed! B'len! B'len!"

On the sands, "What...what do we do?"  Silver glances askance from
Betha--she's weyrlingmaster, after all.  What to do?  "Ara...be careful,
please?"

Alea cheers for B'len or whoever.

Cashar says, "BALEN!!!!!!! We can Keep the Still!!!"

Krystal says, "Yes!!1 Congrats B'len"

On the sands, Shadows deepen and darken on the shuddering shell of Desolate
Light-Forsaken Egg.  Slowly a protrusion forms and the egg shatters, throwing
shards about. Bouncy Barney Green Hatchling falls out of the ruined shell and
into a tail-over-nose heap under Narrath's watchful eye.

On the sands, "Taylor! Eibhlin!" Attention snapped from Thys' lumbering
haunches, Tarli allows a beam to spread across her face. "Yes Thys! Here's
your food!" she exhales, sea-blue orbs glowing with an inner delight, their
only focus found within the quite peculiar green before her. Thysbrith arcs
her head into the air, almost calmly at first, but then lashes her tail into
the air. Oops. Almost hit that blue over there, but that's alright. He likes
Thys anyways.

Alea peers intently at the light-forsaken egg. Oooh!

Brite cheers for the egg...."Yay!"

Vionette yells and cheers loudly for the very friendly now Xcandy. "Way to go
Balen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111

Vanyel grins at the others, "A green! A green!"

On the sands, C'riad kneels by Dalth.  "See-it hatched?...oh noi, you're not
still hungry?"

On the sands, Balen laughs with tears hugginh the blue head over him, then
picking himself up.

Jowl looks at Genive JUMPS UP, bounces all over the palce "Balen!!!!"

On the sands, Talir congratulates Balen and his new lifemate then directs his
attention to the new green.  "Hello there, little lady."

On the sands, Jalysa smiles over at Balen and calls out, "What's his
name?"

On the sands, T'lor looks up finally at all the cries of his friends and
fellow candidates and riders.  He stands up and is lead off the sands but
before he is, he looks over at Alaera, full of excitement and joy, but is
troubled by her gaze back.

On the sands, Betha has disconnected.

On the sands, Talir gazes inadmiration at the beautiful hatchling.

On the sands, Narrath slumps... all her bebbies are going away.   A wing
angles down to hide the most recent hatching from view.  Mine.

On the sands, Bouncy Barney Green Hatchling springs bolt upright in a spray of
sand and looks around as if to say "I meant to do that."

Krystal says, "He Impressed, Balen Impressed"

On the sands, Alaera sighs, and really tries to smile as she says,"congrats
Tay.." she really is happy he impressed, but why bronze?

On the sands, Raiylin nudges Ali gently with her ellbow, seeing
that glance. "See, at least he spared a thougt for you."

On the sands, Balen grins, "his name is Caeth!" as he reaches out to scratch
an eye ridge.

Brite laughes at the little green...She's cute...

Vanyel watches the emerald hatchling.  "Beautiful.  Wonder who will impress a
lady like that..."

On the sands, Janareth nuzzles the queen affectionately, rubbin his nose up
and down along her flank.

On the sands, Talir looks at the big queen and shakes his head, "She's got to
come out sometime you know..."

Jowl bends over a little sheet of paper and begins penning a letter.

Vionette realizes, proudly, that she's why several of the candidates, now with
their lifemates, look so nice. She blabs to the person next to her "I cut his
hair, and hers, and his, and that one....look how well they did. All
Impressed.

On the sands, M'lin frowns out.. only oen hatchling left..

On the sands, B'len tryies to coax Caeth over with the other hatlings.

On the sands, Betha has connected.

On the sands, Talir says, "C'mon on, girl, get up."

On the sands, Alaera nods slowly,"Yes he did." and watches teh milling newly
impressed, and maybe one in particualr.

On the sands, Bouncy Barney Green Hatchling tramples forward like a runaway
herdbeast before stopping, looking a bit confused and noticing that she's
going the wrong way. All the noise is coming from behind her. She whirls
about, steps on her tail and falls flat on her face.  Splat!

Brite chuckles at the little green....she is so darn cute...

On the sands, Raiylin stands beside her friend doing pretty much
the exact same thing. Different 'in particular' though.

On the sands, Talir watches the green fall and stifles a giggle, "Be careful,
there, you'll hurt yourself."

Vanyel watches the green hatchling falls and smiles slightly.  Adorable that
one.  He looks at the remaining people on the sands and wonders whos going to
Impress her.

On the sands, M'lin chuckles.

On the sands, Norielth shifts: weight and stance, posessive and clinging. She
herds Evie where she wants her to go

On the sands, Caeth wuffles B'len, hey im hungry!

On the sands, Talir shifts his feet wearily and wills the green to get up,
"Come on, be alright."

On the sands, Thysbrith plots her eating scheme. Neat or sloppy. Orbs whirl
with devilish concentration, her tail lifting into the air as she pounces onto
the plate before her. Food. Eat. Now.

Vanyel looks down at the sands and the cadidates.  He murmers under his
breath, "Come on, /do/ something..."

Keslion looks at the green. "Is she okay?"

On the sands, Narrath nuzzles the green.  You awake?  Go do something.
*nudge*

On the sands, Bouncy Barney Green Hatchling shakes her head and stands back u.
Woo!

On the sands, Talir says, "There you go."

Vanyel relaxes slightly as the green gets up again but still wills the
candidates to move.  "Come on, shes not going to just waddle out and pick
you..."

Brite looks kinda wistfully at the little green.  "Come on little one...go
choose your lifemate."

On the sands, Aura glances back towards the tunnel.

Comeoncomeoncomeon.  "Impress, you," she says finally to the green.  "There's
work to be done, you know... and I can't /do/ it here."

Vionette doesnt' know either of the two remaining Candidates. "Who are they?"

On the sands, M'lin tries desperatley to urge the little green to Impress
wihtout seemign to care, and he ends up looking as if he wishes to wlak two
directiosn at once.

On the sands, Talir watches Aura...and the little green...wishing...
Keslion has disconnected.

On the sands, Bouncy Barney Green Hatchling shivers, spraying sand.   And
looks about. Someone out there is for her.  She bounds towards the tight
little knot of remaining candidates.

Alea urges the little green to go ahead and pick! Talir's your best choice,
silly.

On the sands, Caeth buts at B'len, food food food food food, and scratch
this itch please?

On the sands, Talir jumps "Whoa there, moving fast!

Vanyel nods, "Okay, thats it.  Thats right....go on..."

On the sands, Eibhlin is distracted, oh yes she is, by mate's incessant
demands. But sapphire watches the remaining green with curiosity, before
adoring attention is pulled /back/.

On the sands, Thysbrith pounces into her meat; ivory teeth bare as she
greedily snares the un-suspecting victim, which is already dead, but she
doesn't care. Carelessly, she drags the meat onto Tarli's lap, giving her the
'EatThis' look. "Thys! Silly, that's not fresh!"

>From Cashar's arms, Kassie yawns and blinks.

On the sands, Dalth cranes his neck.  Look at all the people.  I'm still
hungry, though.

On the sands, Aura smiles, finally.  "Good, yes!  Move!"  This is a
Good Thing.  Now Aura can get back to Headwomaning soon.  A-yup.

On the sands, Bouncy Barney Green Hatchling trundles up and whuffles at some
feet.  Too big.  Too smelly.  Hey cool sandals!  Nope, not those feet. Oooh!
Wow1  Tiny.  Petite.  Little like me.  She looks up at the woman before her.

Brite smiles at Dalth.  He's a sweet one he is

Vanyel grins, "That's it...there you go..."

On the sands, Talir sighs.  "There you go, little one."

On the sands, Bouncy Barney Green Hatchling turns whirling eyes towards
Aura and proudly steps forward.

On the sands, C'riad grins.  "Nice catch, Aura!"

Vanyel cheers as the hatchling Impresses.  "All right!!"

On the sands, M'lin slowly closes his eyes and falls deeply asleep on the
spot.

On the sands, Aura blinks.  Startled.  Glances down.  "What?"  Puzzled
frown.  "Over there.  See?  Them, Elysith.  /Them/.  I have Headwomaning to
do..."

Brite smiles at the impression made.

Alea cheers at Aura and Elysith.

On the sands, Talir gazes happily at the ex-headwoman.  "I think she wants
you, Aura."

On the sands, C'riad says, "Dalth sayas take her while you can, Aura.  Others
can do your old job.""

On the sands, Jaw drops.  Realization.  "Elysith..."  She goes wide-eyed.
"Her name is Elysith!"  Headwomaning forgotten.  A friend.  Somebody who
understands!  Somebody who loves her.

On the sands, Talir says, "Aura, rider of green Elysith.  Nice ring to it
really..."

Vionette claps for Talir, because he's being so nice.

Cashar goes home.

On the sands, D'nic groans softly it suddenly coming to him...a proddy
Aura...eeek!!

On the sands, Betha glares at Aura, a most evil and vile smirk comes
across her lips.

On the sands, Eibhlin grins, "I think it's too late," she murmurs, into a
grene neck.

On the sands, Talir smiles broadly as the tears run down his face.

On the sands, C'riad notes what D'nic is thinking and elbows him sharply.
Vanyel grins at the others there and then down at the newly Impressed pair,
"Wonderful..."

On the sands, Alaera blinks,"Ohno! a proddy Aura!" and seriously thinks about
running away!

On the sands, Jalysa hmms.  Not as bad as a proddy Ali... but still. ;)

On the sands, Aramyth lumbers happily after Isobel, meat-wards, of course.
Food, sustenance, /meat/.  For all her awkwardness of movement, she eats like
a queen, fastidious and careful.

Tesi yawns, slowly standing from her seat. Okay.  That was cool.  Now to bed.

On the sands, Aura hears words.  Aura hears the word 'proddy'.  Aura
yeeps.  "Nooooo..." she whimpers softly, embracing Elysith.

On the sands, Talir looks around him both exultant for his friends and, in
another way, very tired.  "Congratulations all."

Vanyel laughs, the first in a long time.  "Wow." he looks around.

Vionette has arrived.

Vanyel grins at the other people there, "Amazing, wasn't it?"

On the sands, Alaera sighs softly, and tears her glaze from a certain ling to
Rai,"That was.. interesting."

On the sands, Raiylin sighs and nods. "Mrf. Sure was."

On the sands, T'lor looks over bronzed hide at Alaera.  A soft creel comes
from the softness as hand slides down it.

On the sands, D'nic smiles as he see's Raiylin and wonders what new and
wonderful ways can be devised to torment her??

[Fade to bronze....]