Charlton arrives at the top of the stairs.
From on the sands, Kaixith warbles soft greetings to Jenneth, and once more checks her egg.
Charlton climbs up into the galleries, never taking his eyes from the sands. "Something's odd with Jenneth."
K'pan finds a good spot to sit and makes himself comfortable, looking at the eggs on the sands and remembering his time on the sands at Bahrain.
Stone, dirt, the very air suddenly charges with a tense, electric tightness, a prickling vibration that creeps across skin and raises the soft hairs on arms and nape. Almost inaudible at first, an odd buzzing tickles the fragile bones of skulls, creeping ever so quickly into a deep, eager hum. Dragon voices.
Kebria only hears, not listening as she looks down to the sands. How can she tell how many are from Fort, when they haven't come out? Sigh. Mental assesment is made, as skirt is gingerly clung to.
From on the sands, Siani is sitting, tense on her cot. Very tense now that the dragons start their humming.
Marli arrives at the top of the stairs.
From on the sands, Kaixith lifts her head and thrumms with the rest.
From on the sands, Katrina steps gingerly upon the sands' heat, mindful of the dragons present.
Sabria comes in from the Ledges.
From on the sands, Katrina arrives in a hurry, somewhat awkward in a new dress.
Kebria looks up, spying, "Sabria?" Brows rise as cultured voice drifts; hard to see that she stayed with brusque Kestra.
From on the sands, Suyinth hums, a low sound, deep and almost gutteral.
From on the sands, S'lan steps gingerly upon the sands' heat, mindful of the dragons present.
Nettik materializes out of thin air.
Nikira materializes out of thin air.
Warren materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Llyrth hums deep in his throat, joining the draconic choir.
Epiphany materializes out of thin air.
Calia materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, S'lan walks quickly across the sands.
Teron materializes out of thin air.
Karlin materializes out of thin air.
Sorsha materializes out of thin air.
Nikira slips into the hatching cavern, trying to disengage herself from the watchrider. He might be good for lifts, but he's not great company.
Calia Goes and sits bye Nettik in the Galleries
Aron materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, S'lan bows to the dragons and then strolls over to KAtrina
Cindanna materializes out of thin air.
Melinde materializes out of thin air.
Sabria glances around the galleries, a smile tugging at her lips at the sight of the old familiar Stands. She spies her niece and Weyrleader off towards the other end and she makes her way there to take a seat.
Juliana materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Katrina looks up at her thrumming lifemate, fascinated by the sound.
Morpheus materializes out of thin air.
Calia waves at Teron and Cindanna
From on the sands, "Timing," drawls Etain, allowing her lifemate the opportunity -- taken -- to thread her long neck behind her back in a pillow of rich, bronze-gold hide, "is absolutely everything. Part of the devastating efficiency of Fort Weyr. /Where/," she demands then, of nobody in particular, "is Don?"
Rivka materializes out of thin air.
Calia waves at Aron
Iona materializes out of thin air.
K'pan notices Sabria's arrival and smiles as he waves to her in greeting.
Soran slowly finds a seat and sits quietly.
Nettik grins. "Good thing we didn't miss Moveth!"
Tenneba materializes out of thin air.
Cindanna grins and waves. "Hullo, Calia!"
Calia waves at Iona
Juliana coes up the stairs, frollowing Aron. "Come on, their Hatchng!"
From on the sands, D'nal steps gingerly upon the sands' heat, mindful of the dragons present.
Calia waves at K'pan
From on the sands, S'lan gets to Katrina and whispers to her.
K'pan smiles and returns Calia's wave.
Calia grins back "I know it would be awful!!!!!
A large, burly, dark-haired boy enters with a grin, weaving his way to a seat -- just behind him is Warren, who takes leave of his brother with a clap on the larger youth's back. He gets as close to the rail as he can manage, and plunks himself right down, at home.
Calia grins back at Cindanna "Hullo!
Kebria moves, slowly, as she manages to settle upon the other side of K'pan. "Greetings. And congratulations, I see." Knot is spied, as she waggles figner to Sabria. Shock and amazement, she looks like a girl.
Sorsha looks around, and takes a seat th near the front, watching, eyes on the eggs alone.
Rivka strides in with Tenneba, quickly finding a seat for the two and offering a smile to all she knows, "Sit Tenne."..is that an order?
Calia waves at Tenneba
Razin makes his way into the galleries, his family pushing and shoving boisterously in. Twin boys nearly trip him, "Huh, Azar, Yoram, you're going to disgrace Zorya. Slow down!"
Marli moves to the rail, to get a good view.
From on the sands, Simona steps gingerly upon the sands' heat, mindful of the dragons present.
Nikira scoots her way down a crowded aisle and manages to find a bit of empty space. "Now.." she says to no one in particular, "I can watch."
Melliandra arrives at the top of the stairs.
Melinde, a stranger to Fort -- never been here before -- slinks about to the back of the galleries, arms folded over her checst, lips twisted into an odd little expression. Dragons. Hrmph.
From on the sands, Etain glances over at the entrance and is readily satisfied. "A gift," she congratulates herself, complacent. "Is Charlton in the Galleries, Jenneth? Go look."
From on the sands, D'nal wanders near his sister--not too near, yet near enough.
From on the sands, Faeries Dancing Egg shifts, disturbing its fine layer of sandy dust.
Faeries Dancing Egg
Pastel sylph shadows glide over the smooth, pearled surface, melting to wispy tendrils of dusk's gentle lavender. Motes of light dance merrily about egg's circumference; tiny winged forms illuminated in moonlight for scant moments before vanishing.
From on the sands, Katrina blinks at S'lan in a moment of confusion, and then wrinkles her nose at him. "Of course it is. I just never heard her make /that/ sound before."
Tenneba sits, looking dazed. "Sure." She looks around, her face tight.
Iona waves to Calia, then moves over to sit by Tenneba.
From on the sands, Zorya walks out onto the sands.
K'pan waves to Tenneba and Rivka as he awaits the entrance of the candidates and the start of the hatching.
From on the sands, Phoenix walks out onto the sands.
Sabria sits down beside K'pan, offhandedly tugging down the sides of her best riding leathers. "Ah, I should have known you'd be here already." she chuckles. Then she glances past her partner and grins at Kebria. "There you are." she chuckles. "I've been meaning to speak to you again."
From on the sands, Molan walks out onto the sands.
From on the sands, Odesa stalks silently out onto the sands.
From on the sands, Peyton squishes 'bout with chocolate-covered drips out onto the sands.
From on the sands, Betisie walks out onto the sands.
From on the sands, Allissandria walks out onto the sands.
From on the sands, Chaille walks out onto the sands.
From on the sands, Tevar stalks out onto the sands.
From on the sands, Jenneth blinks over at D'nal, murmuring pleased welcome to this sibling of her rider's, then cranes her head up to peer into the Galleries. Hello. I see you.
From on the sands, Alethia walks out onto the sands.
From on the sands, S'lan chuckles at Katrina.
Talson materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Torin glides in step, like mist rolling in out onto the sands.
From on the sands, Amily shuffles, stumbling over any obstruction in her way, out onto the sands.
Edlor materializes out of thin air.
Warren grins at Nikira, "Benden, yes? Hold?"
Melliandra finds a seat next to Tenneba, taking the girls hand, smiling at Calia and Iona, on Tenneba's other side "I am crossing my fingers for him, healer.." is all she says, smiling again as the candidates walk onto the sounds
Teron grabs Cinda, "Look, they are moving, and here come the candidates!"
Charlton lifts a hand, in case Etain can distinguish him in the crowd. He's here.
Lythandria comes in from the Ledges.
Rivka frowns a bit, looking at Tenne, but with a small smile, waves to K'pan, "Relax Tenne..look...there's Odesa!"
From on the sands, Hrethwulf walks out onto the sands.
Cindanna looks around nervously and spots Teron, moving over beside him. "Look at all of them," she whispers, though whether she means people or eggs, who knows...
Juliana grins, taking a seat as close to the front as possible. "Look, the Candidates are coming." She car (cranes) her naeck. "Amily's there!"
Marli smiles to her friend Hreth, whether he can see her or not.
From on the sands, Kaixith uncoils her tail from the velveteen egg, but watches it closely as her thrumming softens.
Calia says, "Me too Tenneba"
Tenneba waves back at the weyrleader, and looks at Melli as Hreth walks to the sands. "Thanks..."
Aron smiles and points at Amily, "I see her.."
From on the sands, Durath steps gingerly upon the sands' heat, mindful of the dragons present.
K'pan smiles and nods his head, "Aye I'd not miss this for the world. A hatching is something special!" He smiles as he sees the first of the candidates entering the sands..
Janna materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Zorya smiles as she enters, damp hair blowing slightly. A bow to every dragon on the sands - gold, green, brown and bronze, and she continues to walk near Molan, nervously smoothing her robe.
Morpheus pads in quietly, then glances down over the sands.
Epiphany sits near the front, eyes all wide with wonder, the entire world suddenly ignored for the wonder of the sands.
Karlin has disconnected.
Marli sees Torin, and cheers silently. She smiles at everyone else she knows.
From on the sands, Chaille makes her polite offering to Suyinth, Llyrth, Isoldeth and Odynth, then bows smartly and salutes Siani and S'lan.
Iona waves to Calia and moves to sit beside Tenneba.
Kebria nods slowly. "Of course." What could Sabria want to talk to her about? Anyone's guess. The candidates enter, and she looks to the sands. There's here.
From on the sands, Alethia steps gingerly onto the sands, just waiting for the heat to penetrate her sandles. She bows respectfully to all the dragons and also bows the S'lan, Chaille, and any other rider on the sands.
Saran arrives at the top of the stairs.
Nettik leans over the ledge. "There's Phoenix and Hrethwulf! And the eggs are moving!"
Mina arrives at the top of the stairs.
From on the sands, Chaille ushers Candidates here and there, making sure they're standing in their proper places-- and not too close to territorial queens.
From on the sands, Tevar follows Peyton out onto the sands, trying to stay close to the handful of multicolored candidates. A cough to clear his throat and nerves -shells, it's hot-, then he begins the series of bows to the proud draconic parents.
Lythandria looks about anxiously, unconsciously rubbing her arms to put the feeling back into them after the chill from ::between:: and smiles finally as she spots Nikira. With murmured pardons and apologies she makes her way over to Niki and hopefully an empty seat.
Nikira hears a voice somewhere near her, and glances around, settling on a somewhat familiar face. "Um, yes." she says hesitantly to Warren, "You?"
Rivka reaches out to squeeze Tenne's hand, giving her a knowing look, even as her eyes are drawn to the sands. She lets out a deep, long help breath.
From on the sands, Torin walks tentatively out onto the sands, her feet feeling the heat a moment after. She stands before the queens and bows to each of them. She moves to Llyrth and Odynth, bowing to them. She stands before the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader, bowing to each of them. "Weyrwoman Etain. Weyrleader S'lan," she says, and moves off.
From on the sands, Phoenix bows to gold, bronze, brown--all the shining colors that seem to blur before her wild violet eyes.
Juliana glances at the eggs for a moment, one in particular.
Calia looks at Nettik eyes wide.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf bows deeply to Suyinth, Llyrth, Isoldeth, and Odynth...and to their riders as he enters the sand.
Razin's mouth rounds in a silent 'oh'. "Sit, you heathens!" He grins unrepentantly as an older woman, a tannermaster by her knot, shoots him a look. She is most obviously related to him.
From on the sands, Allissandria enters, stepping gingerly, offering a bow to Isoldeth, Suyinth, Llyrth, and Odynth, and another to the Weyrleaders, before taking her spot on the sands.
Hatchings? Something special? Melinde would beg to differ, but no one asked her, did they. That squeaks in her ear. She frowns. "Quiet, dragon wannabe," she hisses. That squawks again, indignant. Don't call him a dragon!
From on the sands, Betisie steps out with a light swallow, her eyes sweeping for a moment up to the galleries, then over to the grown dragons she approaches. As she reaches them, she bows to each, with another bow to each rider. She then moves on quickly to her place in the circle.
Tam arrives at the top of the stairs.
From on the sands, Valora and D'ren, nod with a smile to all the candidates, as their lifemates look over their clutching of eggs.
Karlin has connected.
Mina trots in, arm linked with Saran, and waving cheerfully to those she knows. Occasional greetings are called out as she peers around. "Well? Where should we sit?"
From on the sands, Out comes Molan, walking near Zorya as his gate slows, wincing at the heat of the sands on his feet. Turning, he bows, first to Isoldeth and Odynth; then on to Suyinth and Llyrth, and finally Kaixith with a smile. Then, "Weyrwomen, Weyrleader...sirs." A nod and salute to each in turn, eyes twinkling at some before he turns to appraise the eggs.
Jessic arrives at the top of the stairs.
Janna waves to the Healers. "Tenne! Rivka!"
From on the sands, Kaixith watches all the invaders on the sands, and her tail lashes.
Shiana arrives at the top of the stairs.
Jarod arrives at the top of the stairs.
Sabria peers at the eggs and the hulking forms of the queens in the background. She chuckles softly again, spying their riders ans she leans over to K'pan. "That'll be us soon enough." she gently warns the new Weyrleader.
From on the sands, s/gate/gait
From on the sands, All The King's Horses Egg wobbles just a little. Not ready to hatch yet, but unsteady on its base, the breeze seems to ruffle its hard shell just a touch....
All The King's Horses Egg
The sparkle of speckled shell reflects granite hue, frantically dusted by blackened hoof prints. A spiderweb of fractures threaten premature birth; around that hazy shapes stalk, fusing and merging: an armored guard in furious march, helmets' curves, sigils' gleams.
Tenneba squeezes back...and sits bolt upright. Waiting.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf turns and bows to the Weyrwoman...and then the Weyrleader. .
From on the sands, Peyton sidles away from Tev, not wanting his blue robe to draw attention to herself. She's not at all scared. Really. Bow, bob, bow, bob, bow...she smiles faintly at the golds, bronze, brown, and green.
Soran waves at Jarod.
From on the sands, Siani is still sitting on her cot, finally realizing she has to move, has to accept what's going on. She's excited, yes, but oh-so-nervous. Suyinth on the other hand simply croons to her eggs, encouraging them to appear.
From on the sands, S'lan nods to each candidate as they enter onto the sands.
Rivka waves to Tam and Janna, "Hi!' she calls out above the din, looking vaguely dazed at all the people.
From on the sands, Allissandria offers a bow to Kaixith, and steps away very slightly.
From on the sands, Hazel eyes go wide with limpid, guileless interest. "Look, Jenneth," marvels Etain, terrible to the last. "They /bow/ to us. Is it not simply too droll?" Jenneth yawns at Charlton, lazy, then collapses in on herself to murmur sisterly harmony to Suyinth.
Talson stare with utter amazment
Tenneba hears Janna, and waves distractedly.
"Born and bred," Warren tucks his knees in to let a rather large Smith squeeze past, wincing in mock-pain. ""--It's Warren, by the way. I've seen you around.. you are?" He squints to the sands, looking for any familiar coutanences.
Iona gives Tenneba a pat on the knee as she sits beside her.
K'pan smiles and nods his head..."Yes it most certainly will be....it will be strange being on the sands and not as a candidate..."
From on the sands, Musical Tale Egg shivers at the acoustic brilliance of its fellows, soft grey trembling in sycophantic apology. Sand shivers away, sprinkling a light dust to mist the air.
Musical Tale Egg
Soft, soft as flutesong, gray dapples sweep like bird feathers and wing their little streamers down the top of this snow-white egg. There, a black slash lurks, hidden among green fronds, and the sensation of movement, musical and swift, marks what might be a dark swing forward, away from a peat-moss tree, caught by a child's toy rope.
From on the sands, Odesa slips out in a hug clump of candidates gasping for air, eyes flickering maddenly about. She stops short causing a minor collision to bow with softened grace towards Llyrth and Suyinth, then towards Odynth and Isoldeth... Incline of her head towards the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader. A grin for Kaixith... She continues on and finds a safe spot to shuffle.
Jarod nods his head to Soran, and tries to find a seat with Jessic in this crowd.
Charlton laughs at Etain and finds a seat, a good one. Near harpers.
From on the sands, Phoenix sets her face to stone, impassive, unyeilding; devoid of feeling. She bows gracefully to the Weyrwoman, and the Weyrleaders and clutchdads.
From on the sands, Amily follows obediently in step with the Candidate line, tendrils of blonde already flying haphazardly 'round her head. A tentative bow to the eldest, Isoldeth, then with shivers to Odynth, Suyinth, Llyrth, and last but not least, Kaixith. WeyrLeaders, Weyrwomen.
You overhear Calia whisper"Look there is ..." to Nettik.
Teron waves at Charlton, "Sit here Master!"
From on the sands, Jack-o-the-Green Egg stills, from the rocking that'd wrought it.
The mottled verdure of deep wood spreads gnarled shadows over egg's deceptively still surface. The dark loam of rich soil cradles it in coils of earthen bowstring; bent forest roots twine protectively about, hiding its merry secrets.
From on the sands, Dancing Princesses Egg shudders, just lightly, little sprays of dust escaping its hard shell.
Dancing Princesses Egg
A mundane egg, average in size and shape, it blends with its fellows in a deceptive, seamless anonymity. Palatial decoration blurs with royal wealth and the seashell shades of colors twelve: skirts of ivory, waves of susurrent pink, the shine of satin blue. Tiny footprints disturb dust, imprints of hasty passage; worn spots and whispered scufflings best seen from night's shadows.
Calia looks at Tenneba in concern
From on the sands, Alethia's attention is instantly caught when the eggs start moving...she grins when the egg she loves starts moving, and she remembers to shift her feet occasionally.
Sabria grins. "It'll go quickly, the Hatching. It always seems so from up here. Hours it seems when you're on the Sands instead."
Sorsha watches the musical tale egg, it most certainly was /her/ favorite, and waves at those few Candidates that she knows.
Tam glances around, and seeing her weyrleaders, makes her way over to Sabria and K'pan, squeezing her way in. "Hey any room?" she teases.
From on the sands, Damp hair clinging to her back, Zorya turns her gaze to the stands, looking for a clump of bright color. She finds it, and waves to her family with a genuine smile.
From on the sands, Torin frowns in nervousness as she notes the other dragon she forgot on the sand. A hasty bow is offered to Kaixith, eyes holding an apology, as well as a thought sent her way.
Cindanna scoots closer to Teron and whispers, "Got any bets?" in his ear with a grin.
Epiphany is bumped, and looks over at Charlton. "Oh, pardon me, sir," she says to him, not recognizing him for who he is, sliding over to give him more room on the bench.
Karlin finds a seat and slowly sits down to watch.
From on the sands, Allissandria shifts her feet, more out of unconscious reflex than anything else, her attention caught by the rocking of the eggs.
Wending her way with a grace gathered from dodging apprentices for a full Turn, Janna makes her way to the Healer contingent.
Sabria pats the spot beside her as she looks up at Tam. "Yep, right here." she replies, her other elbow bumping K'pan's.
Nikira follows Warren's gaze, before introducing herself. "Nikira...fosterling." Short and sweet, "Looks like things are starting to happen out there." Trail of white swathed candies are inspected, "Ever been to one of these before."
Teron nods, "Hreth, Tev, and Torin."
K'pan looks up to Tam and grins, "I'm not sure....you seem to take up quite a bit of space Tam...but we'll fit you in somehow!"
From on the sands, Wall of Thorns Egg remains still, even though others are already rocking.
Wall of Thorns Egg
Treacherous tendrils of crimson seize and tangle, barring passage to the flaxen shell. Across narrowest alabaster apex a constant pattern spins, formed from entwined bandings of ebony and sun-kissed russet. Gilded silver reflects a pinwheel of promise, spun from that same center in effort to shield all from the etched covering of barbs.
Kebria smiles slightly to Sabria's statement. "Except for those out there, dear aunt." Woe is the dragon that would be ever saddled with this woman.
Morpheus climbs up to the Viewing Ledges above.
Talson climbs up to the Viewing Ledges above.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf is bowing to the other dragons and riders in attendance...he was last on the sands...his eyes get frozen though as the eggs start rocking.
Warren natters on and on to Nikira, his voice lost in the general din.
Charlton murmurs, "No, pardon me," and takes the empty space. "Rocking eggs, my goodness. And here I thought Jenneth had come to lay hers."
From on the sands, Velveteen Rabbit Egg sits quietly, unmoved by its fellows.
Velveteen Rabbit Egg
It was brighter once, it must have been, this fat and bunchy egg; its fuzzy patina mottles still between brown and white but now fades thin and threadbare, smattered with sawdust about its yet more rounded base. Even its occasional pink spot's rubbed closer to grey, the sort of cozy shabbiness that's never known awe but only the companionship of every day: it's not now brilliant, but oh, it's Real.
Mina ooohs, tugging on Saran's arm. Over to Tam and Sabria and K'pan she heads, grinning widely. "Is this the Bahrain section?" She inquires politely, plopping down nearby. If there wasn't room before, there is now.
Tenneba actually manages to tear her eyes from the sands and sees her Weyrleaders, and her friend Tam. She offers a rather stiff smile, and a wave before turning back to the rocking eggs.
From on the sands, Tevar finds himself hopping beside Brillen, his green-clad friend making for an odd sight. White, blue, green, white, white, white... The harper mutters softly as he finishes greeting as instructed and lets his eyes flick up to the stands. Hm. Hm.
Nehyn materializes out of thin air.
Cindanna has disconnected.
From on the sands, Phoenix is riveted, gaze caught, held, only shaking hands showing her absolute state of terror. She buried them in her robe, and continues her her vigil, heart a-throb in her breast.
Cindanna has connected.
Jessic grips Jarod's hand tightly as she drags him forward, want the best seats...or at least a seat, "Sit, sit." she whispers loudly.
Tam snorts at her "weyrleader," imnagining ways to get even with him, then thinking, he's punished enough by being with Sabria, right? So she just plops down into a seat. Wave is sent to Tenneba and a grin as well.
The Igenite contingent bustles its loud way down to the lowest tier still open. Razin winks at a rather buxom harper and gets an elbow in the side for his trouble. "Hey! Knock it off, Yinia."
From on the sands, Torin straightens, hugs herself, and watches the eggs.
From on the sands, Molan grins at Zorya, turning to the stands to search out faces; finally, he grins, even as a wince slips across his features as a bystander waves his hand frantically. Hullo to you too, Molach.
From on the sands, Jack-o-the-Green Egg shifts again; finds a momentary home in the shadows of dam's tail and shudders out again. Tap. Tappity-tap. Woodpecker? Who's out there?
Sabria turns her head again. "Over here, Mina." she chuckles, gesturing past Tam.
From on the sands, Alethia looks at all the moving eggs, and wonders when the first dragonet will hatch. It all seems so wonderful!
From on the sands, Hrethwulf sends a last bow Kaixith's way as he straightens...and moves to the cluster of his fellows around the eggs.
Rivka watches raptly the movement on the sands. Eggs ricking, candidates shuffling. it almost makes her dizzy in fact, and she sways a bit, clearing her throat.
From on the sands, Siani finds her way to Chaille's side, searching for the Weyrlingmaster's hand. No words. Her grey-green gaze focuses solidly on the eggs.
Jarod is completely amazed at the turnout. Without a word he sits next to Jessic, eyes wide and watching the sands.
Saran chuckles as he follows towards the Bahrain section, escorted by tugging hand he follows, recognizing afew from his travels.
From on the sands, Odesa gets shimmied straight into Amily, "Am.. can you believe it?" She pulls at her sash and lifts her feet intermittently... eyes gaping with innocent wonder.
From on the sands, S'lan grins at Katrina and winks at her.
From on the sands, Betisie's hand slips over to find Danziel's. The lanky holder stands beside her, outwardly cool as all of them watch the shifting, moving eggs. Betisie's free hand moves to smooth down her robe.
From on the sands, Zorya leans close to Molan and murmurs something, pointing to a wildly rocking egg. Her cheeks are stained with brilliant color, and her eyes shine.
Melinde still leans against a stone wall in the back, face arranged into an expression of boredom and mild disgust. But, then, she can't be all that uninterested -- she /did/ suffer a ride from Bahrain with M'sery. A true sacrafice.
Cindanna nods and grins up at Teron. "My thoughts exactly." She turns back to the sands, blue eyes wide with anticipation.
From on the sands, Allissandria twines her hands around each other, expression composed, only her white knuckles showing her state of nervousness and fright.
From on the sands, Dancing Princesses Egg rocks now, some internal rhythm spurring it on: poles awhirl, it finds its own rhythm.
From on the sands, Peyton trots over towards Odesa, eyes locked onto the shivering eggs. Oooooohhh, they move. They didn't move last time. Did they? Her hand seeks out her friend's, drawing unseen support.
Epiphany doesn't notice Charlton speaking. "They are so beautiful," she says of the eggs. And the dragon, tho they unnerve her more. "I've never seen anything like them."
From on the sands, Simona leans against Durath, almost hidden behind the small green's neck, one hand resting reassuringly on her lifemate's dusky head as she watches Candidates file onto the sands.
Juliana smiles softly, clutching Aron's hannd in e her excitement. Almost a child again it seems. "I hope Amily Impresses!"
Marli smiles, biting her lip in anticipation for all the candidates.
From on the sands, Chaille squeezes, watching those candidates, /her/ candidates, intently as her deep brown eyes flick back and forth among them.
From on the sands, Katrina glances up at S'lan and winks at him, grinning from ear to ear.
From on the sands, A small, pudgy little figure swathed in somewhat grubby whites comes skidding across the Sands from the entrance. Terrified, excited little Krison--he pauses to ogle the eggs, bob a misdirected bow at the dragons inhabiting the Sands, (people? what people?) and skids into place next to the most comforting figure he can find. Odesa.
K'pan says, "I wonder what color will be first to hatch this day?"
From on the sands, Phoenix's face is flushed already, the rest of her waxen pale, and she seems to shake within the stone, an earthquake contained.
From on the sands, Alethia goes and stands a little closer to some of her other candidates, and whispers, "This is amazing!" well, it is for her anyway.
Mina giggles, scooching closer to Tam. "So, when do ya think they'll hatch?" Mina's never been to a hatching before, really. Just that one time when she happened to be on the Sands. That doesn't count, though. "Do any of you know the Candidates?" She squints to get a closer look at them.
Kebria murmurs, though it's almost quite. "Blue."
Shiana swallows. "I'm hoping for Torin and Odesa.."
From on the sands, Allissandria edges over until she is standing next to Phoenix, who seems to be even more petrified than she is.
From on the sands, Contained, perhaps -- and then contained no more. Amazing? Let's see.
From on the sands, Jack-o-the-Green Egg shudders with the low creak of an unbinding root; that brown shard abruptly gives way under the press of amethyst-tipped talons, as they splay the forest wide for a hatchling yet more brilliant than sky.
Tam grins and leans back. "Bet it'll be a brown!" she teases.
From on the sands, Adventurous Robin Hood Dragonet
This gallant young outlaw boasts not camouflage but the most flagrant of turquoise dragonhide, the better to set off his distinctively aquiline profile, his lean neck and compact haunches. Sturdy wingbases flash paler tracery as if their weave had resisted the dye, swirling into a full-fledged maze of silver about the mainsails themselves; here and there, teasing glimpses of ichor's green pulse hot and swift amid muscles' lithe play.
From on the sands, Amily's teeth chatter beneath a clenched jaw, sliver thin sandels as of yet providing enough protection from the warm sands. "N-No," she whispers breathlessly to the open cavern, stepping slowly closer to Odesa. Eyes on the eggs. Always.
Marli gasps at the beautiful dragonet.
Sabria grins softly. "Or even mayhaps a green." she suggests to the Bahrain folk around her.
From on the sands, Allissandria gasps as the first dragonet makes an appearance...a blue! Frozen to her spot, she stands stock-still, watching the little hatchling intently.
From on the sands, Torin looks at the dragonet, and falls to her knees...awed at such a creature that could come out of such an incredible egg.
Juliana gasps, eyes totally glued to the dragonet .
From on the sands, Twin red-heads bob among the candidate crowd, ooing and awing at the eggs. Giggles can be heard too, followed by the chastising 'shushs' of their fellows.
From on the sands, Alethia gasps as the first dragonet hatches, and she takes a small step back in surprise. THat was quick! She stares....
Charlton exults. "Magnificent blue!" He appreciates in high harper fashion.
Kebria smirks, as she mentions, ever so quietly. "See. Blue."
Mina pokes Tam in the arm. "Ha! It's a blue! That's a /better/ sign." Yup. Mina thinks so.
From on the sands, Tevar bats Brillen's hand away, frowning slightly. 'Stop that' is his quiet hiss, utterly missing the first egg's shattering birth. Shardit, /she/ was supposed to be here.
Melliandra watches the rocking eggs, her smile wistful..it brings back memories, it does....fingers tighten on Tenneba's "Not too long now..."
Rivka nudges Tenne, "Look! Look!" she says excitedly, as this is the first hatching she'd ever attended, "So beautiful!"
Razin does his best manly-man impression at his Ma and Da, "I /told/ you a blue would be first."
From on the sands, Phoenix stares. Oh, heavens, he is beautiful!
Janna catches her breath with a hitch. "Oooh, a blue!"
From on the sands, Betisie gasps. "He's alive!" Her eyes focus on Krison for a split second, then: "He's /hatched/!" That of the dragon. Her eyes widen, and she almost takes a step back, but steadies herself with a squeeze of Danziel's hand.
Tenneba gasps. "A blue! He is beautiful!"
K'pan nods as the little blue makes his appearance on the sands..."A blue..."
From on the sands, Etain smiles, swiftly. "Blue." We -- the royal We, mind -- approve of blue. "Handsome."
From on the sands, Isoldeth softly hums to the first born, one of her clutch.
From on the sands, Zorya lets out with a yelp and a jump as she sees the first dragonet, and then covers her mouth in embarrassment. A sidelong glance to see if anyone noticed - no, doesn't seem so.
From on the sands, Odesa giggles, "Oooh it's Krison! He lives!" She gives Peyton a wry wink, "Guess she didn't kill him." She being the illustrious Weyrwoman... Suddenly her hand clamps onto both girls and she huddles around Krison, "Ooh look at the blue one!"
From on the sands, Chaille grins. "Blue first-- doesn't that mean an adventurous clutch?"
Aron sits quietly, watching intently.
Karlin looks at the blue with curious eyes.
Tam shrugs amiably. "Okay, so it wasn't a brown," she concedes with a grin.
From on the sands, S'lan smiles as the blue emerges and begins his search for a lifemate.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf smiles at the little dragonet. So small now....
Cindanna's jaw drops. "What a beauty! Fine blue!" She fidgets and grins and is obviously having a wonderful time. Oh, but the anticipation is killing her!
From on the sands, Molan blinks, and motions to the gallant outlaw-blue, "Look at him, Zorya..." He shifts his feet, almost glaring down at the sands a moment before mobile features slip into another smile.
Epiphany nearly squeals, grabbing Charlton's arm for a moment before catching herself. "I'm sorry, sir," she apologizes, but still wide-eyed with wonderment at the sight of a baby dragon.
From on the sands, Siani chuckles, grinning to Chaille, "And look at him! Doesn't he already look ready to take on any adventure that comes his way?"
Calia looks in Awe at Nettik.
From on the sands, Skirts swirl away as Dancing Princesses Egg takes its final spin and the dragonet inside breaks free. In a medley of color and pattern, shards fall away, leaving only dust and the footprints of new life to make their impression upon the world.
Sabria shrugs. "Ah well, I've been wrong before." she says calmly,
though leaning over to eye the young creature more closely. Her senses
have been off lately, how... odd.
From on the sands, Prancing Prince Dragonet
Sable-hued and sleek, this dragonet carries himself nobly, from his proudly arched neck to his elegantly held tail. Deep auburn sets fire to the point of his muzzle and the graceful lines of his haunches, casting a warm glow over his dark hide. Slim, finely boned limbs are ever-restless, shifting his weight as he prances. Wings, when spread, blaze with that same deep auburn light, straight, true and strong. Holding himself upright, he nimbly steps into his new life.
Marli smiles, he's a strong one, he is.
From on the sands, Adventurous Robin Hood Dragonet emerges talons first and body tumbling after--no, only nearly tumbling, for as wings open to balance him, he locates his head from beneath. Oh. There it is; and large eyes blink their way open into the redness of need, and daringly he tries his voice: not creel but breathy, amazed bellow, startlingly louder than his dam's.
From on the sands, Peyton stares. Simply stares. Others waste energy by making noise and getting worked up; she can't find her voice. This is what she traded her kitchen for. Um, can she go back yet?
From on the sands, Torin mourns internally that her favorite egg didn't hold a green, and spares a glance for the new dragonet.
From on the sands, Simona blinks at the emergence of the two little dragons. It happened so fast she almost missed it, distracted by an incessant voice in her head. "Yes, love, you /were/ that small once. Now hush and watch...."
Juliana grins, what ah handsome brown.
Mina blinks, leaning forwards to gaze at the newest hatching. "Is it brown? Or bronze?" She can't tell.
From on the sands, Phoenix shivers beneath her skin, eyes locked on rocking eggs, hand grasping Alli's.
From on the sands, Alethia's attention gets distracted when another egg hatches....it's all happening so fast! How can the dragonet choose?
"That's a /blue/," Melinde informs That . "And that's a brown." Her voice is low; That squawks again. Mel nods. "Just what I think,you dragonkin." That squeeks, upset now. She ignored.
From on the sands, Zorya grabs at Molan's hand and smiles from ear to ear. "Oh, would you look at him?" She shakes her head. "So lovely."
Rivka gasps again, looking at thr brown. No sound other then the gasp though. For her eyes are attached to the hatchlings.
Janna whispers in an aside to Iona. "Is he brown or brown?"
Shiana looks on with awe as she sees the eggs start to hatch.
Melliandra sighs "Is that a bronze or brown? I cannot tell in this light...."
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From on the sands, Hrethwulf grins at the sable hued dragonnet. His eyes dance about.
From on the sands, Amily fails to moisten her gazing orbs with a blink, so enraptured and terrified in one moment. "T-Torin..." she stutters, reverting back to youthful speech, seeking a hand for comfort. "It's b-beautiful."
One of the twins at Razin's back leans over and tugs on his ribbon, "Why do they look so slimy when they hatch, Raz?"
From on the sands, "Faranth, it's another!" Betisie gapes. She shouldn't be as startled as she is; she kew it was going to happen. There are a lot of eggs. Still... She releases Danziel's ahnd and wipes her damp hand on her robe.
Tenneba grins despite herself. They are so lovely. "Oh, and a Brown!" She leans forward, almost forgetting. "Hard to believe that those fellows grow up to be /dragons/!
Charlton contents himself with oohing and aahing for awhile.
Kebria muses, "And a brown. Well." She continues to watch, slippered toes tapping idly.
From on the sands, Torin nods absently to Amily, and offers her hand for comfort.
From on the sands, D'nal toe-taps, refrains from physically tugging at his knot though blue eyes glance that way, and not-quite-straightens up again.
Sorsha is a quivering mass of jello inside, she hums softly to calm herself, following every momvement on the sands.
Tam grins over at Mina. "Hey Mina! A blue and a brown! Good signs, eh?"
From on the sands, S'lan reaches out to take Katrina's hand.
Soran chuckles Tam's way
From on the sands, Danziel stands there wooly and wild eyed- , "Intense."
From on the sands, Prancing Prince Dragonet shakes egg shards every which way, reaching out widly with his forelegs. Hesitant steps turn to struts as he steps out, steps in, nimble even on his first walk from the egg..
Melliandra grins "Brown..and a blue...a good start to the hatching, I would say."
From on the sands, Musical Tale Egg loses the slow, andante rhythm of its occasional shudders and pauses -- rest /AND/ one, two -- to take stock.
From on the sands, Grabbed! Molan grins, nodding. "Indeed..." As he speaks, he pauses, allowing sands to bake into his feet, only to wince, and shift his feet again in the age-old Sands dance.
From on the sands, Katrina looks up at S'lan and smiles, squeezing the hand before looking back to the eggs and dragonets.
Rivka grins actually, at Tenne's comment, her eyes twinkling as she leans forward in her seat to get a closer look, "Indeed" she says to Tenne.
Mina nods cheerfully to Tam. "Yup! Now, if all the clutches had /lots/ of blues and browns...." Then it would be a Good Clutch. According to Mina, that is.
Razin shushes his youngest sibling. "It's just the egg, um, stuff."
From on the sands, "Blue and brown.. the brown for your clutch, Llyrth," comments Siani to the other sire. "You should be most pleased that your first born is brown, hmm?"
From on the sands, Tevar finally catches on. Dance, harper. Keep your feet cooler. Sandaled feet shuffle in a random pattern in the sand, a pleased smile curving his lips. Brillen jabs him in the ribs, and /finally/ draws his attention to the newborn dragons. 'Whoa.' Oops, don't stop dancing, Tev.
Karlin rubs his chin in thought before getting up to look over the railing. Then he goes back to his seat.
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From on the sands, Alethia smiles at the blues, happiness that the eggs are actually hatching replacing surprise at the quickness of it. Her face turns quickly to view the Musical Tale Egg when it moves quicker...she wonders what color will hatch out of it.
From on the sands, Faeries Dancing Egg begins an easy, little dance, letting the sprinkles of dust along its shell scatter, causing one or two nearby candidates to sneeze.
Zinour walks in, looking around at the crowd.
Sabria shakes her head a bit, as if to clear it. The squawking and squealing of young dragons protesting their first awkwardness all over the Hatching Grounds can be quiet harsh on the ears. She turns her head slightly to glance towards the ledges above the Sands, to spy her own Fort hatched queen with a nostalgic smile.
From on the sands, Llyrth rumbles deeply. Proud, him? You bet. His fire-touched chest puffs with pride.
Iona is rapt, mouth slightly agape as she watches the sands, eggs, dragonets and candidates.
From on the sands, Phoenix practically squeezes the life out of Allissandria's hand, hand as cold as ice, eyes with a feverish brilliance.
From on the sands, Jenneth splinters wide, solemn attention onto Llyrth. Very nice. There is something to be said for browns. The gold grunts as she resettles, egg-heavy belly an increasingly obese exercise in gastric expansion.
Jessic climbs up to the Viewing Ledges above.
From on the sands, Torin jumps up suddenly, the heat finally sinking though her cloth and making it uncomfortable. She stands, trying to relieve herself of all the heat.
From on the sands, Zorya can't stop smiling, eyes glowing and her hair now crackling a bit as the hot sands dries it. "This is...well, you know. It just /is/." She glances quickly at Molan before look back to the eggs.
From on the sands, Adventurous Robin Hood Dragonet shudders those wings wide, wider, their brilliant patternings no trick of the light, nor the egg sac that still clings here and there to his turquoise hide: beautiful, aye, and perhaps the least bit boisterous, neck already curving ahead of those amethyst-tipped talons that he might see who's ahead, who's for him. A boy; and then, no, two violet-eyed girls, one dark, one pale.
From on the sands, Phoenix finally recieves the messages from her feet, and lifts them, she watchs the blue with bated breath.
From on the sands, "Aye..." Trailing off, Molan returns Zorya's grin with one of his own, and simply agrees. "It is, at that." Don't ask what, he couldn't say.
Zinour walks in, and looks down.
Talson materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Betisie takes a nervous step, realizing as she does so that these sands are /hot/. Her feet are not taking well to these temperatures. "Danziel, /look/ at them all..." She watches in a type of intense curiousity. "I've never been this /close/ before..." Obviously.
From on the sands, Peyton moves slowly closer to the nearest candidate, thinking it's still Odesa. They're moving, searching, hunting. Wait....isn't that what someone said they were supposed to do? Maybe it'll be alright.
Talson vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf tries to hold still....he tries to stay calm...his hands cluched together behind his back with one foot forward
Just when she thought she was catching her breath, Lyth finds it taken away again by the sights and sounds on the sands. Her first hatching and her eyes are rivetted.
Nettik bites her lip. "C'mon, Phe, You're good enough!"
From on the sands, "Ooh, looklooklook!!" A flightly blonde wisp of a girl nudges her neighbor, pointing in dazed awe at the newly-emerged hatchlings and chanting a litany of incoherent babble.
Tenneba leans forward as the dragonets start to move. She can barely breathe, wringing her hands quietly in her lap.
Rukar materializes out of thin air.
Teron whispers, "Torin, Hreth, and Tev" over and over.
From on the sands, Scarlet eyes flicker over the ambling dragonets, Odesa remembers to breathe and pushes on the others around her, "I thought I'd be prepared." Wry smile is given towards Peyton and she shimmies to the left and shimmies to the right.
From on the sands, Torin pulls at the front of her robe with her spare hand, sweating profusely as she dances. Wrong material...
Zinour watches in fascination.
From on the sands, With a restless shuffling, Suyinth moves to the other side of the eggs, nosing gently at the ones having moved. Then, loudly, a rumble rings out, a note of pride as if now -- just now -- she's realize they are hatching.....
Shiana swallows. "Come on, Sis..."
From on the sands, Prancing Prince Dragonet steps forward on less-than-hesitant legs, gait quickening as he reaches the end of the egg tether. Fire-hued wings spread and fold, a test, a test. Daintily, lyrically, he makes his way over to a group of girls, girls who gasp and cannot look around enough, one blonde, one darker haired, both muscular and lithe.
Rukar is in awe.
The Igenite twins are summarily *looked* at and silenced by their da when they start to bicker.
Karlin makes a quick glance at Teron as he barely hears names are being called over and over.
From on the sands, Alethia glaces at the babbler, and then looks back at the eggs and the two dragonets. They are so beautiful...
K'pan notices the look on Tenneba's face and nods knowing what is causing the look of concern...a sigh escapes his lips as he wishes that life were a bit more simple...
Rivka sits on the very edge of her seat, hand reaching out for Tenne's again to squeeze, as she leans over to whisper something quietly in her ear.
From on the sands, Phoenix hasn't seen such before, never seen the sands before, but in her days here. And her Harper wit is utterly blown away by the blue...
From on the sands, Tevar licks his lips- it's the heat that's dried them, of course- and watches the newborns begin their quests. Blue, brown, and more on the way. Blue robe makes him an easy target for roaming eyes in the stands, some he's been avoiding for a while, but the color simply soaks up the sweltering heat.
Calia looks at Tenneba anxiously
From on the sands, Etain lifts her soprano in a plaintive complaint: the Sands are too hot, the dust is sticking, the eggs are hatching /dragons/, of all the dull things. Jenneth quells her, practical, by gaping wide and measuring her lifemate's length in her jaw. The Weyrwoman falls silent. The gold blinks again at Llyrth, smug. Lookie lookie, I got Ettie.
Cindanna nods and swallows, eyes dancing about the sands. "Torin, Hreth and Tev," she agrees, a bit too struck to say much more.
From on the sands, Velveteen Rabbit Egg moves, finally, just the tiniest little rock.
Tam looks down at the sands and wishes Odesa could hear her shout. "Come on Desa!"
From on the sands, Amily's white knees knock beneath her trailing robe, fingers wiggling sweaty and anxious clutched 'round Torin's. Transfixed on the wobbling blue, memories of klutzy falls and ungraceless tumbles rush back in a wail, as the earthen haired Candie hopes, for all Faranth, that she won't have a bout of clumsiness.
Juliana sighs softly, one hand restlessly clenching and unclenching in her lap, the other practiacally flattening Aron's.
From on the sands, Allissandria gasps...what more can she do? She clutches Phe's hand, gaze riveted to the hatchlings.
Zinour seems fascinated by the stalled-egg. He watches it.
Tenneba looks at Rivka thankfully, and turns quickly back to the sands.
From on the sands, Zorya is in her element. Heat and sand. Her feet in their sandals stay firmly on the warm surface, so as to not shame her parents high in the stands above. She begins to move, slightly, towards the eggs - not too close, but with insatiable curiousity.
From on the sands, Kaixith squeeks, she's so startled. She lowers her head to eye the Velveteen Rabbit, unsure of the movement.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf barely even breathes....choices choices...who's to make the choices?
From on the sands, Odesa hides behind Amily suddenly.... best policy when your nerves are too much! She twines around her fellow candidate like a feline and peaks around her side to make sure that she doesn't miss anything, then in a sudden attack, "Betisie?"
From on the sands, Llyrth cocks his head in Jenneth's direction. So she does. So she does. Whirling eyes refocus on the dragonets, following especially his firstborn, that strapping brown boy who looks, well, so much like /him/.
From on the sands, Phoenix practically cuts off circulation, movements afire with resisting stone.
From on the sands, Betisie waves the fabric of her robe slightly, generating a cooling breeze up under the garment. Never mind that the movement could just as well completely bare her legs; she's not self-conscious. "They're so beautiful.... Odesa!" She heard a voice. "Where are you?"
From on the sands, Molan is used to heat, but not dry. Humid Boll, that's his home. He starts, and motions to a moving egg, brown and threadbare. "Look, that one moved too, finally, Zorya!"
From on the sands, Krison, eased only slightly by the assurance that he has, indeed, made the Hatching in time, plucks with nervous confidence at another Candidate's colorful robe. "What's this? Pink?" He snickers, albeit without the true mockery of concentration. Hard to pay attention when there are dragonets...
From on the sands, Alethia grins as Kaixith squeeks....she has too. It's funny to her. She looks at the young brown, wondering how he could be so cute.
From on the sands, Siani takes a deep breath, waiting as impatiently and anxiously as the candidates for the choices to be made.. the bonds to be announced.
Razin sighs and rolls his eyes at the twins. Shards, why can't he have been an only child? His parents grin at each other and beam out at their daughter on the sands.
Sabria glances around the sands. "Anyone of them Impress yet?" she whispers to K'pan, trying to peer through the masses of wobbling dragonets and anxious Candidates.
From on the sands, Peyton giggles nervously, falling into step with the intricately random dance of the hotfoot candidates. Eyes stay on nothing and everything at once, hair bouncing as she hops in the sand.
From on the sands, Zorya does indeed look, and nods. "Yes." She turns again to watch the lusty shimmers of another. "Hoy the blue, Molan. It's getting closer." She grins.
K'pan shakes his head, "No not yet...but would think it would be soon?" he whispers back to Sabria
Iona continues her slow, calming pat on Tenneba's knee. She knows it is not doing much but it is helping her at least.
From on the sands, Allissandria clutches back, almost cutting off the circulation in Phe's hand as well, violet eyes enormous with a number of emotions.
From on the sands, One girl holds her breath; the other girl releases it, and yet they're still together, they still hold hands; Adventurous Robin Hood Dragonet noses them both with sudden gentleness, those bright eyes whirling from solid red into ruddy rainbows; sniffs them right /there/ where their ribs are, the vulnerability of their bellies, vulnerable as their thoughts. And looks up: looks up to the one, and then higher, past, to the taller.
Talson materializes out of thin air.
Tenneba looks at her friends on the sands, and hopes for their wishes to come true.
Sabria nods back at that. "They're all so hungry, you can almost feel it from up here. That'll make them choose all the sooner I'd think."
Talson says, "Anything important go on while I was gone?"
From on the sands, Allissandria blinks, looking down at the blue. Blink blink...violet and white blink.
Tam glances at Sabria with a wry grin. "I just ate too.....was wondering why I felt so hungry! Knew it wasn't Timoth."
Kebria tilts forward, silver dress curling. "It looks like one might have chosen just now.
Rivka stares out at the sands, eyes shimmering as she does so.
From on the sands, Simona rubs Durath's head soothingly, her hand vibrating with the soft thrumming from her dragon's throat. "Of course they're all right, just wait and watch..." she murmurs, eyes fixed firmly on the hatchlings.
Calia elbows nettik "This is so wonderful!"
From on the sands, Prancing Prince Dragonet trips closer and closer, focusing here on a red-haired girl, there on a brunette-- and then upon a blonde, blue-eyed candidate. Trip-it, trip-it, trip-it, he approaches. And studies this creature, who is perhaps his princess? Her robe's sewn rightly, she's all muscle underneath that softness, and well, there's something /familiar/ about her.
Zinour hmms." I'm hungry." he says, but his eyes remain locked on the hatching below.
From on the sands, Watching, Molan starts as the blue looks up at Allissandria, and waits, saying softly, "Look at /that/...wonder if..."
From on the sands, Tevar eyes the blue thoughtfully, the girls even more so. Is this how it begins? Who.... He smiles slowly, trying to keep a bit of harper training in the dance of his feet. Not that anyone's paying attention, but it helps. It helps.
From on the sands, Allissandria looks down at the blue again...and her eyes get even wider, if such things are possible.
Priscila materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf turns to Odesa beside him. "I can't see well down there...is it happening?"
From on the sands, Alethia looks at the brown who seems to be moving closer to her. Is it true? Or are her eyes playing tricks on her in the heat? Could he really be moving closer to her and the others near her?
Nettik notices the blue approach where Phe is. she softly mutters "C'mon Phe....C'mon!'
Charlton doubletakes. "Is that my journeman on the sands? There. That looks like Tevar. Tevar!"
From on the sands, "Over here." Odesa peeps towards Betisie, clinging to Amily for support... Suddenly her voice is cut short by the rummaging blue nearby... did he just? "Dunno?" She squeals... fingers finally releasing dear Amily from her death hold to try adn vye for a better look.
Tenneba peers at the brown, wondering who he will choose.
Charlton doesn't really expect an answer, but Somebody's in Trouble.
Zinour watches the smaller egg.
From on the sands, Torin shudders and shivers, still watching the eggs, trying to focus on them now.
Epiphany starts at Charlton's sudden sharp movement, looking at him as if she did something wrong, then nervously returns her gaze to the Sands.
From on the sands, Phoenix looks at the blue, who will he choose? Heart is in her mouth, throbbing in her veins a restless fire, looking, watching....
Karlin looks at Charlton and then he grins before peering back at the sands.
Sabria glances around the stands to find the Masterharper, she chuckles at his shouts directed at one of the Candidates below them. "Oh dear." she chuckles to K'pan.
Melliandra holds her breath..is that her sister? Maybe? Possibly? she grips Tenneba's hand, eager for her own sake now.....
Calia keeps mouthing Torin over and over again
From on the sands, Gently, gently; and then suddenly, boldly, knowingly.
From on the sands, Amethyst-tipped hindtalons dig into the sand, balancing Adventurous Robin Hood Dragonet's upward lurch in new-learnt levade: forepaws up, pinions swept boldly skyward, so does he frame even such a tall girl in startling turquoise against her pale. -- And then his muzzle lifts, and rainbowed eyes dare to seek and find and /know/ Phoenix, her name matched with his own: /Impression/.
Juliana watches silently, eyes wide with excitement.
From on the sands, Amily has only one free hand...a dangerous thing to have. Finger tips twiddle with the navy ribbon sash tieing everthing together, comforted and hopeful with Odesa's clutch upon her shoulder.
Koko humming softly in her ear, Janna watches the scene below her, absently munching on a meatroll as she waits for the Impressions.
Talson disappears suddenly for parts unknown.
Kebria wells, "And a good choice, I would suppose," she finally drifts, as the blue makes its choice. Perhaps a name, now?
K'pan laughs at the shouts of the Masterharper, "Wonder if he's got a favorite on the sands dear?"
From on the sands, Old Woman in a Shoe Egg settles more deeply into its pit; it's not going anywhere, no how, no way.
Old Woman in a Shoe Egg
Curious pockets of color press against this leathery shell, windows full of inquisitive faces, all framed in criss-crossed brown. At the egg's narrower end, curling lines tangle, knotted and bowed; beneath that sporting lace, a coincidence of shadow forms a wrinkled face, homely and worn by time's demands.
Sorsha grins, watching the brown (blue) approach Phoenix. "All right Harper-girl!" Or is it dragon rgirl now?
Tam shouts her exclamation. "The first impression! Congratulations Phoenix!"
From on the sands, Phoenix falls to her knees, violet lose in swirling waves of blue... "Ikath! He is Ikath!" she nearly sings, a shout, melded!
Zinour looks at the meatroll that Koko is holding. He hmms at it slightly, and looks back down, too fascinated to be hungry.
From on the sands, Allissandria lets go of Phe's hand, realizing what just happened, and squeaks out a "Congratulations," slightly muffled by her attempt to keep her balance.
Calia squeezes nettiks hand Pheonix impressed!
Talson materializes out of thin air.
Charlton swivels. "Look. Look at Phoenix. How wonderful. How absolutely perfect."
From on the sands, Zorya suddenly flings her fingers into her mouth and whistles, a sharp exclamation of joy and she sees the tiny blue's gaze focus onto Phoenix.
Teron grabs Cinda, "Look....Phoenix.....and blue.........magnificent"
Tenneba grins as that cute Phe gets a blue.
Sabria points suddenly. "There!" she cries out with a beaming smile, gesturing towards the blue and the girl now lovingly clasped about him.
From on the sands, Torin turns at Phoenix's voice, nodding her well-wishes as best as she can, torn...
From on the sands, Prancing Prince Dragonet sniffs, moves closer, sniffs again. Yes, definitely something familiar here, this blonde-eyed princess. But what is it?
Cindanna claps her hand together with a shout. "Oh hoorah, Phoenix! Ikath..." She tests the name, smiling. "Congratulations!"
From on the sands, S'lan smiles at Phoenix as the blue finds his lifemate.
Karlin smiles. "Way to go, Phoenix!"
Sorsha grins, waving one arm about. "All right Harper girl!" Or is it dragon girl now?
From on the sands, Betisie pushes over toward Odesa, pausing as /something/ happens. "Phoenix! Oh, Phoenix!" She claps her hands together once, bouncing slightly on her toes. "Oh, Phoenix!"
From on the sands, Peyton gasps, her softly scared eyes darting from the blue to the brown. Who? Who is first among them....ah. That would be 'Phoenix! Ikath!' she whoops in delight, grinning happily.
Zinour smiles at the first Impressed.
Marli smiles unnoticed to Torin.
K'pan claps his hands as the first impression is made and a new pair is formed.
Janna waves and cheers lustily. "Phoenix! Ikath! Congrats!"
Nettik jumps up. "SAhe impressed!" She yells, screaming and jumping. "She did! She /really. did! Phoenix Impressed!"
From on the sands, Chaille's hand tightens around Siani's. "Look, there! That brown, Llyrth's firstborn," she hisses. It's too good to be true, really it is. It must be true. Is it?
Epiphany nods and smiles up at Charlton. "It is... magical, sir," she says, tears glistening in her eyes. "Perfectly so."
From on the sands, Alethia glances up when she hear's Phoenix. "Alright Phe!" she calls out, glad that her friend had found happiness. Then she turns her attention back to the sniffing brown near her. She can't turn her attention away from him again...
From on the sands, Hrethwulf sends Phoenix a thumbs up...a grin.
From on the sands, "/Phoenix/" Molan cheers for the girl, lifting his free hand and grinning broadly.
From on the sands, Count on Etain to have something gracious to say. "For pity's sake, Jenneth, I couldn't /see/--" The gold moves, mutters, and breaths pleased benediction across the Sands to the new pair.
Rivka smiles as the first impression is made, a cheer erupting from her throat for the happy impression.
From on the sands, Katrina grins as the impression is made, and squeezes S'lan's hand again in excitement.
From on the sands, Faeries Dancing Egg's shadows shift, casting eerie images along the sands it move out away from its fellows. The light of its surface is fractured by tiny crevices marring the dusky lavender.
From on the sands, "Well, it's about time," says D'nal, but--pleased, pleased.
Juliana grins, calling out a soft "Congrats" to the newly-Impressed dragonrider.
From on the sands, Phoenix flings her arms about the blue, trembling, unnoticing of the heat...
Razin's younger sister giggles, "Raz, Zorya whistled like she used to when she called us to dinner!"
From on the sands, Call her sentimental but tears pour down Odesa's face as she watches Phoenix fall into her lifemate, "Ooooh!" The healer hugs whoever is nearest to her and shivers, what an auspicious beginning.
Shiana smiles. "Congratulations!"
From on the sands, S'lan smiles at Katrina.
From on the sands, Tevar chuckles softly, adding a little spin to his 'dance'. 'Phoenix impressed, Brill. You see that?' Like the greenrobe could miss it. Tev grins, feeling the breeze his spin made. Hey now...might be onto something.
From on the sands, "Ph-Ph-Pheeee," shrills Amily, never loosening the frustrated grip upon Torin's limb. "Crongats...Gonrats...Congrats!" Crimson blush never fails at a time like this -- can't she ever talk straight?
From on the sands, Allissandria's eyes dart from the newly-Impressed pair to the shifting lavender egg, and she shifts as well, from one foot to the other.
From on the sands, Krison squeaks. It's her again. She's got him. Halp. /Halp./
From on the sands, Siani smiles, relaxing now as the first is made. Finally made. "Wonderful.."
From on the sands, Auburn-lit wings spread and reach, tentative forelegs push forward to touch -- to dance with that almost skinny girl with short, very blond hair. At the instant of touch, of Impression, Prancing Prince Dragonet asks for this dance, for the rest of his life...with Alethia.
From on the sands, Simona nods approvingly. "Phoenix and Ikath," she repeats, trying out the sound as Durath bumps her, prompting more soothing strokes from rider's hand.
Marli breaths out a sigh of happiness for Phoenix
Marli grins and cheers for Alethia.
Melliandra sighs at the two impressions, her grip loosening a bit.....as she breathes.
Teron sighs softly.
"And another!" Sabria beams, her look directing towards the brown pair.
From on the sands, Odesa snuggles poor Krison to her frame, braids tangling him all up, "Isn't it beautiful?" She asks of him in the most dreamiest of voice.
Karlin cheers for Alethia.
Sorsha grins again, she knows this Prncess, even if slightluy. "All right Alethia, what's his namme?"
From on the sands, Betisie stumbles on over to Odesa, pausing as yet another dragon decides. "Alethia! Oh, Alethia! He's beautiful!
Rivka squeezes Tenne's hand again, eyes riveted to the impressions on the sands.
From on the sands, Motes of light and sylphic shadows merge together in one last furious dance, the force splitting the Faeries Dancing Egg in twain in a cloud of sparkling, lavender dust as a wing-formed, not so tiny, emerges from the shards.
From on the sands, Pixie-Dusted Peter Pan Dragonet
Wiry brawn chisels each sinuous limb, coiled tautly beneath the lucent green of dragonet hide. Curve of throat and belly's contour glimmer with saffron sparkles. That same spicy gilt dusts ridge to ridge, moving downward from her petite, rounded headknobs to brush her serpentine tail in luminous glitter. Diaphanous wings crown stark shoulders: high and lantern-thin, their amber sails sprinkle motes of warm yellow light. Part pixie and part pan, she is ever solid and tangible, her path set, there in the stone.
From on the sands, Alethia stops moving her feet, totally shocked. SHe bends down on the sands by the brown.."He says his name is Dalleth!" she cries happily.
Cindanna cla[ps loudly, not knowing this Candidate...or now Weyrling. "Horah!" sh shouts, caught up.
Zinour watches the one, barely rocking egg with some intrest.
K'pan says, "Aye and another female impressing....wonder if the males will get their turn?"
From on the sands, Torin turns at the sound of another anouncement and offers a shaky smile to the lucky candidate.
Marli gasps at the gorgeous green.
Eyes streaming tears, Janna's hand rises automatically to scritch Koko, remembering fondly /his/ impression.
Tenneba watches, grinning as another impression is made. "Isn't this amazing?" She can't help getting drawn into the excitement.
Talson has disconnected.
Charlton's cheer rings out for Alethia and the splendid auburn(!) Dalleth.
Tam whoops with a laugh. "The brown impressed? The brown?" She cheers heartily for her lifemate's color.
From on the sands, Allissandria twines her fingers again...and stops stock still as a green appears. "Oh, my..." she breathes as the beautiful creature makes its first appearance.
From on the sands, Chaille stops herself in mid-hug as Alethia cries out the name of her new lifemate, and remember who and where she is. She slips over to the side of the sands, ushering candidates and helping them as they need it.
Marli silently wills for a dragonet to notice Torin
Juliana smiles, and turns her attention to the green.
Kebria looks down, smiling slightly. "Is that wrong? For females to Impress?" A smile goes to K'pan, before she looks down.
From on the sands, Zorya's sharp eyes spy the brown's interest in Alethia. She turns back and smiles at Molan, starts to speak, and then her eyes are drawn to the tiny green. Her hand slides out of Molan's grip and her breath stops.
Epiphany rubs at her eyes imperiously, not wanting to miss a single instance of this.
Shiana swallows. "Come on, Torin.."
From on the sands, S'lan unwraps his fingers from Katrina's. "I better go help if I can.
Rivka nods quickly, "It's, it's amazing" she says quietly, probably going unheard as her voice trails off upon the greens hatching, "Oooooooh" she exclaims.
From on the sands, "/Another/! Look at the green, Zorya!" Molan motions, before grinning at her expression.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf grins , he sends a 'victory' sign her way.
Zorya's mother gasps and whispers to Razin, "That one. That one is hers."
From on the sands, Musical Tale Egg, stymied by his siblings' earlier performances, quakes in renewed ambition; dove-grey takes on the efficiency of purpose, and bulges strangely in intent.
"And /that/," Melinde's nose wrinkles a bit more than with brown or blue, "is a /green/." Proddy: Linde's pet peeve.
From on the sands, Katrina reluctantly lets go and nods, moving closer to her anxious lifemate.
Teron whispers "Torin.........find that family............"
From on the sands, Hrethwulf sends that to Alethia.
Sabria looks over at her weyrmate and neice. "Better not be anything wrong with that." she chuckles.
K'pan shakes his head..."Not at all just wondering is all...." A chuckle escapes his lips as he rembers his own turn on the sands..
From on the sands, Torin watches the green now...hoping in some small way...
From on the sands, What lurked in the shadows, hidden from view, finds no place to hide now. Fronds of green are trampled beneath the weight of the life pushing from inside, forcing the slash of black outward, into the opening, until it is lost to the tune of shattering snow-white shell.
From on the sands, Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet
Sunlight spills languorous glory along this dragonet's innately elegant frame, not gilding but intensifying the fern-green shadow of blunt muzzle and delicate filigree of wings to spinal ridges' own, outrageous brilliance. Headknobs tilt subtly, symptomatically askew above those forward-set eyes, but narrow flanks angle sheer symmetry from slim haunches to the low, luxuriant brush of tail: life she savors, and upon life she feasts.
Edlor's are wide with wonder. His first hatching!
Zinour dreamily watches.
From on the sands, S'lan moves across the sands to help with the newly impressed.
From on the sands, Amily's tongue nearly lolls out of mouth, if the Candie hadn't caught it in time. "Alethia..." Incredulous stare, followed with a 'snap out of it' grin. "Whoo!"
From on the sands, Velveteen Rabbit Egg wobbles, wibbles, /moves./
Kebria gives a look of innocence. The youth helps. "Oh, not at all... and green." Two of them catch her attention."
From on the sands, Peyton sighs happily. See, this isn't so bad. They're happy, they Impressed. 'Alethia, oh well done...' she calls, giving a toss of the hand as the girl and her new partner head to the side.
From on the sands, Odesa chokes as Alethia impresses and clambours a tighter hold on her favourite formerly missing candidate. "This is so beautific.. I can scaresly move!" A quavering catches her eye and she glances over towards the newly hatched angel, I mean green. "I'm in love." She states firmly.
From on the sands, As if broken by light, the seams of the Velveteen Rabbit Egg's appear to rip apart without sound, one at a time, as its disparate pieces fall into soft shards all around.
From on the sands, Dapper /Real/ Rabbit Dragonet
Fine, brush-stroked bronze paints this curious dragonet from his rounded head to his busy tail. Creamy spots and patches of deeper, less reflective brown combine to create an impression of shifting light along his soft back, while the velvet underside of his neck and belly are smoothly dappled with silver. Downy wingsails, spread so tentatively now, are threaded through with prominent bones that speak of strength to come. Plush haunches, more powerful than they look, complete his solid foundation and meet their rounded ends in big, long paws tipped with brassy talons.
Marli thinks, "Torin, please, little green, Torin!"
From on the sands, D'nal, nudged, goes on his assistant weyrlingmasterly way: to the hatchlings and their lifemates, and first the tall, pale girl with the starstruck, blue-struck gaze. Off to the side with you! --But first, he reaches down to take a shard from where the blue had been, now with so few eggs hatched for their shards to be confused, and takes it with him for later.
From on the sands, "Oh, wow," Betisie says simply, reaching Odesa's side and groping out a hand, helplessly. "Oh, wow..."
Zinour 's full attention is given to the egg as it wobbles and wibbles.
From on the sands, Allissandria clutches at the end of her braid for lack of anything else to clutch as another green appears. Both so beautiful...
From on the sands, Kaixith gives a soft bugle of triumph as /her/ egg hatches!
From on the sands, Alethia goes over towards the sides of the sands, moving away from all the chaos there. "It's alright Dalleth. There'll be food in a minute." she assures her dragon as she moves...
K'pan says, "Two greens and a bronze now....they certainly aren't taking thier time now!"
Cindanna oohs. "Another green!" She looks up at Teron, eyes sparkling. "Oh, isn't it beautiful," she gushes.
Juliana smiles, two grens and a bronze hold her attention now, especially the bronze.
From on the sands, Phoenix simply loses herself in the depths of blue, deeper and deepest, lost for forever in the glory of those eyes. "Ikath." she whispers again. "Ikath."
Melinde almost recoils, trying to sink into the wall. /Two/ greens, and a /bronze/. Two nasty harlots and a cocky youth. Ye-uch.
From on the sands, Torin bites her lower lip as she views the two greens...and realizes that others are hoping for green, too...
From on the sands, Hrethwulf freezes...enwrapt...a bronze...a beautiful bronze...."It's beautiful..." he murmurs to no one.
Razin shakes his head and points at the other green, "Uh uh, Ma, the other one. That's hers."
From on the sands, Pixie-Dusted Peter Pan Dragonet takes tentative steps at first. Light steps, wings shaking the egg's wetness away from their amber glow. She stirs the sand easily with each talon, tripping up now and again as she finds sand is not stone.
Tam blinks in surprise and agrees with K'pan. "My word, they're just poping out now!"
Shiana smiles softly, awed as she watches on.
Janna mentally urges the greens to Odesa and Torin.
Rivka lets her eyes widen even more atthe sight of bronze on the sands, "Oh Tenne, I've never seen anything like this" not knowing where to look.
From on the sands, Dapper /Real/ Rabbit Dragonet turns, before anything else, turns and stares at Kaixith, to see for the first time the eyes of the dragon in whose embrace he's lain for so long.
Melliandra wows..three at once!
Tenneba sucks in her breath at the incredibly lovely Bronze, eyes open in wonder. Shards, no wonder they want em!
From on the sands, Allissandria notes the birth of the bronze with a flick of her gaze, which promptly returns to the greens...glowing greens.
From on the sands, Old Woman in a Shoe Egg unlaces, a little, just down one side. No more. No less. For now.
From on the sands, Simona, and Durath with her, can hardly watch all this at once. Green, green, and bronze, amongst the other tiny creatures wobbling over the sands. The dragon's neck elongates, head reaching toward the scene that unfolds on the sands.
From on the sands, Tevar stops spinning. He's seeing too much green, and a little dizzy. Wait. He's not looking at Brillen. He's seeing a green. Two greens. Two greens...and a bronze. Heat is forgotten, blueness of his robe forgotten, dance is lost. Must watch these.
From on the sands, Zorya wipes both hands on her robe, hair fanning out around her knees as she takes a few more steps forward.
From on the sands, Kaixith lowers her head to Rabbit's level and croons softly, encouragingly.
From on the sands, Green, bronze, both crack close to one another, and Molan starts, looking from one to the other. "Zorya! Look..." Hey, if he didn't talk, he'd be too nervous.
Karlin folds his hands together and leans his hands on his chin.
Belior_Guest materializes out of thin air.
Janna nudges Rivka. "Look, a bronze from the egg Kaixith's been dotty over!"
From on the sands, Betisie stares helplessly. "Muh?" Oh, no. Now words fail her. Poor harper, trapped without words... She can only watch. "Um-buh." And point, which she does. "Oh....
From on the sands, Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet sprawls, briefly, momentarily ungainly in a slick pool of egg fluid and tangled, untried limbs. Her first voice is a growl, a predator's irritation at a leap poorly timed; she unfurls each in turn, placing herself in saturnine order, then scrapes at a tattered remnant of egg sac with one lazy, disapproving swipe. Bad.
From on the sands, Phoenix releases her stranglehold on her beloved's neck. "Ikath, my love, did I hurtyou? So sorry.. So hungry, love..."
From on the sands, "Ikath," D'nal repeats to Phoenix, mellow. "Good Ikath, nice Ikath--get yourselves to the cavern's side? It's not far." But, from where they'd walked in, it's all the world away.
Rivka nods slowly, looking at Janna with almost glazed eyes, 'I /know/ he's gorgeous", her hands fiddling nervously with the sleeve of her shirt, 'i do so hope Odesa impresses" she says softly.
"Well, whaddya know." Still hanging back towards the entrance, Priscila finally comments on the scene below, tiptoeing towards a seat. "Sure are lots of 'em." And down she plops to watch the show.
Charlton does not miss the hatching of Kaixith's egg. Later, he'll have a private word of congratulation with her.
From on the sands, Dalleth creels softly in hunger, but he silences when Alethia assures him that food will be gotten soon. He's /hungry/ though!
From on the sands, Allissandria clutches at her braid further. Poor braid...her gaze is absolutely riveted to the greens, to the point where even the heat of the Sands is not noticeable.
From on the sands, Odesa's arms drop from Krison and she stands there watching intently as the scene unfolds, no more laced in the insanity, a dead calm enfolds her limbs. Half-hearted shuffling on the sands as she recalls it wouldn't be good to get scorched. Langorous caress of gaze for the dragonets in all their goo.
From on the sands, Amily fails with words, concentrating every syllable on drawing deep breaths. Her friend's lives will have been changed forever -- the drasticness of this time on the sands sinking in. Feet shuffle under her tiny form, even tinier with tensed strain.
Tam continues to cheer her fellow healer on, returning the favor tenfold. "Come on Desa! I know one of them is yours!"
From on the sands, Chaille nods, motioning Alethia in the same direction. Grateful for D'nal's help and composure, she smiles. "There you go, little sis. Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you here?"
From on the sands, Torin watches...waits...hoping...
Marli mentally urges a dragonet to Torin, hoping, hoping, hoping...
From on the sands, Hrethwulf grins...it's all happening so fast!
From on the sands, Krison reflects disappointment, mingled with relief. Free at last. Free at last! --darn?
Calia says, "Oh shards come on Torin"
From on the sands, Old Woman in a Shoe Egg strains a little itself, ripping out one side: just a tad, just a touch. --Or perhaps it, too, will wait just a little longer.
From on the sands, Alethia glances up at Chaille when she hears her talking. Then she nods with a big grin. "Yes you did..." she says softly as she manuevers herself and Dalleth towards the side of the caverns.
Rukar cheers, "Come on Torin, you can do it!"
From on the sands, Peyton shifts uncertainly, edging towards someone else. She feels a little ....exposed out on her own. Her flickering gaze looks over the nearby men, selecting in her own mind who might deserve the bronze.
From on the sands, Pixie-Dusted Peter Pan Dragonet steps, still lightly, still carefully along the sand, edging away from her roaming clutchmates to settle near a small gathering. A boy and girl. A shake of her wings sends motes of dust into the air and again, several candidates sneeze.
Calia says, "Come on torin!!!! "
From on the sands, Phoenix rises, aware now of her scorched knees, hand on Ikath's neck. "Ok." she speaks, numbly, and stumbles toward the exit, following D'nal...
Zinour says quietly to himself," Oh shards......" in his tense excitement as he watches the hopoing people down below.
Marli whispers, "Torin, c'mon, Torin!!!"
From on the sands, Allissandria watches intently, edging over towards her fellow Candidates from her lonely position.
From on the sands, Betisie continues to stare helplessly. "Unh..." She points vigorously at a green, jabbing a fingertip in its direction. "Oh, my..." Maybe she should've gotten to a hatching at some point, to find out what it was like. Less shock.
From on the sands, Durath watches the greens with undisguised curiousity in the red tint of her whirling eyes. She was never that small, that awkward--was she?
Cindanna looks around. "All Pern is cheering for Torin," she comments to Teron in a soft whisper. Not that she isn't! "C'mon Torin!" she whispers, hoping.
Epiphany catches herself as she nearly leans a bit too far forward and nearly slipping off her seat. She can sense the excitement in the air, and it's got her all a-quiver with nerves and echoed excitement.
Iona remembers to breath in the interval. Her eyes dart from dragonet to candidates and back. Which one will they choose?
From on the sands, Zorya is frozen in a paroxym of wide-eyed delight, her breath moving shallowly.
From on the sands, D'nal wanders Chaille's way, with Phoenix and Ikath: not too fast, not too slow, just right; he babbles of this and that the entire way, no sense to distract them from the moment.
Shiana swallows. "Come on, Torin.. you can make it..."
Karlin stares closer and closer at the sands. The excitement is building inside him.
From on the sands, Wall of Thorns Egg shivers faintly, not even enough to give life to that tangled mass of vines.
From on the sands, Torin bites her lower lip sharply...No...
Juliana chuckles, watching the girl called Torin,. Should she cheerf for her? Or should she stick with someone she knows? Aw what the heck. "C'mon Amily!"
From on the sands, Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet lifts her head in haughty tilt, red-tinted gaze sweeping speculatively across multi-colored prey. It is an interesting infestation in these woods tonight; once upon a time, it was easier to track nubile, tender young targets by the red they wore. Nowadays -- well. This is what they call progress.
From on the sands, Amily has Torin's hand imprisoned within her grasp, and Odesa's presense is just...there, behind her. One hand left, and only momentarily does her green-eyed gaze leave the rocking eggs. "Anyone need a...hand?"
From on the sands, Alethia stands by Chaille now, and she bends down to hug her lifemate once more. She can hardly believe it...even now.
From on the sands, Odesa doesn't sneeze, nope- She's got herbs for that sort of thing, a flutter of lashes at the aetheric creature and an incline of head - as well as a little space is given... can't fly 'less you ha... "Hand?" Odesa offers her's towards Amily just incase it decides to disappear... one remains free.
From on the sands, Allissandria edges over Amily's way, a study in sharpest contrast, black hair and violet eyes and white skin that matches white robe.
Calia whispers quietly "Con on torin
From on the sands, Betisie thrusts her hand violently in Amily's direction. "Uh-huh." Grip and squeeze. "Amily, it's -- it's!"
Marli chants, a little louder now, "Torin, Torin, Torin..."
From on the sands, Dapper /Real/ Rabbit Dragonet turns away from Kaixith at last, raises himself up on solid plush paws, and totters forward, back and forth, his strong haunches overpowering the rest of his body. And...is that a /twitch/? Did his nose just twitch?
From on the sands, All The King's Horses Egg's wobbling becomes more pronounced, on a mound of sand just to the side and higher than the others. As if it--or more accurately its occupant--wanted a good view when it arrives. Which, to judge from the egg's rocking, will be soon....
From on the sands, Pixie-Dusted Peter Pan Dragonet snuffles disdainfully at something, some smell, some noise. A soft flapping of wings sends her dancing backwards, into the near-clutches of those red-heads as she snorts derisively at boy and girl again.
Sorsha grins, and keeps her nervous humming up. Not even a song yet, but it could be...........
Tenneba hopes hard for Odesa...and watches the bronze nervously.
From on the sands, Watching, Molan's lips quirk at the green as she appraises, noting to Zorya, even though she's dazed, "Look at her..." Then his attention goes to the dapper one, and he adds, "Or he, shards, they're all coming out at once."
From on the sands, Hrethwulf is all the way at the side already...he steps away...afraid to touch perhaps. But he seems so far away.
From on the sands, Allissandria watches the dancing green, still clutching her braid. She delicately edges closer to her fellow Candidates again.
From on the sands, Safety in numbers, as Amily squeezes into the centre of the newly formed group. Lip-biting stillness abounds for scant seconds, until her hand gets caught up by...someone. Who? Anyone, just be /there/...
Shiana smiles, squeezing the edge of her chair, gripping it tightly. "Come on, Torin.. Odesa..."
From on the sands, Kaixith keeps her gaze on her offspring. Never mind that he came from Suyinth's egg.
Rivka reaches up to brush hair away from her forhead, the heat felt even up here. A silent litany of hope murmered under her breath as she watches quietly.
Tam looks at the green and looks at Desa, wondering...no....pondering....
From on the sands, Zorya opens her mouth in a most unflattering way and makes a sort of "Hrwaggaruumph" sort of noise. And then sneezes.
From on the sands, Tevar shuffles, finding it hard to tap scrunching sand. Shards, maybe Charlton won't notice his lack of confidence. He's been to lots of hatchings. This is just one more. With him on the sands, though. Eyes dart from green to bronze to green to egg to gree--wait, Brillen, move.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf takes on step to the side. his hands clutched behind his back. He stands still then... a statue...watching. the only hand he clasps is his own.
Rukar whispers to himself... "It's ... beautiful."
From on the sands, Suyinth seems content to play the birth-mother alone to the dapper bronze, giving him a soft croon, but nothing more. He's Kaixith's responsibilty.
Cera materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Old Woman in a Shoe Egg bumps up against /its/ neighbor, much as the candidates do; a little elbowing--and then, no, off to the side, all by its lonesome but for the faces that appear to peer out from its shell.
From on the sands, Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet yawns, pondering, then reluctantly lifts a foot, stands statuesque -- long enough for all to look their fill and admire, admire, admire! -- before picking an exact two-inch distance to replace that handsome limb. A-hunting we will go ... though it is more of a prowl, the stealthy passage of a stalking carnivore, than the simple march of her siblings.
From on the sands, "Looklooklooklooklook!" The wispy blonde's lips move, but she doesn't really seem aware that she's still repeating the same word over and over. She stumbles toward the dragons, hopefully, pulling her companion with her.
Arial materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Betisie whimpers slightly. "They're... they're... they're!
From on the sands, Dalleth croons at Alethia, his eyes awhirl with happiness and hunger.
A silent wave to Arial comes from Karlin.
From on the sands, Phoenix steps to the side, dream-eyes, completely lost in feelings for her Ikath.
Calia waves silently to Arial
From on the sands, Allissandria watches the stalking green avidly, admiring indeed. Just then she realizes how hard she's pulling her braid...owwww. Releasing the tail, she clutches the end of her sash.
From on the sands, Odesa watches as the redheads are nearly crushed and stifles a giggle, "Ooh she's rather skittish... I wonder what scared her off?" Fingers laced in Amily's begin to sweat, while she resumes her own sort of dance, Hot, Hot, Hot.
Iona starts a soft chant, sotovoice "DesaDesaDesa!"
From on the sands, Alethia smiles again at Dalleth, and then looks questioningly up at Chaille...what happens now? her eyes seem to be asking. Eyes can say a lot.
From on the sands, Peyton nods agreement with Odesa. '...they're...they're....' she takes up the chant, trying to relax. Stewpots and dishes, ladles and spoons, oh to be safe in her kitchen again. 'Where are they going? Huh?'
Janna mutters, barely audible. "C'mon, you little green huntress..go...look for the red-eyed Healer!"
From on the sands, Torin is awash with emotions, eyes flitting between eggs, dragons, dragonets, and her fellow candidates.
From on the sands, Katrina rests a hand on Kai's ivy hide and watches as well, catching her lifemate's infectious pride.
From on the sands, Dapper /Real/ Rabbit Dragonet moves forward once again, big feet thumping on the sands as he goes. /Twitch/! There it goes again....that curious nose, twitching, sniffing, curious and curiouser, as he moves forward toward a clump of candidates.
Marli goes back to whispering, in a hopful prayer.
Nettik plops down in her seat, eyes glazed. But soon she returns to folow the She-wolf dragonet. A hunter of the wilds.
From on the sands, Pink is for girls. Blue is for boys. Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet pours scorn over a lurid lavender-hued robe, then stalks onward, radiating a lazy contempt for all things pastel. There is no place for pastel in this world. Pastels are for bunny rabbits and tea-swigging hedgehogs. One must have dignity. One must have atmosphere. One must have /standards/. Wingspars click where talons cannot. She continues her circuit of the Candidate ring.
Kvelti materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Amily, the Cookie Candie, is most likely of the same mind as Peyton at this very moment, aching for her pots and pans at Fort Hold -- even if she did break them more often than wash them!
From on the sands, Hrethwulf sighs a bit...they are all over there...he watches though...just now remembering to breathe.
From on the sands, Pixie-Dusted Peter Pan Dragonet drifts away from red-headed gasp and grasp, swaying to and fro as wiry limbs find walking a task on which to concentrate. Again she finds herself in front of the boy and girl, the boy pointing and the girl sneezing. Muzzle lifts upwards a tiny bit, tongue appearing to taste the air. Are those spices.
Nevarre materializes out of thin air.
Zinour OOC yays! Someone noticed me! /=->
Zinour has disconnected.
From on the sands, "Um-buh..." Betisie lapses back into syllables, which are safer than words for this, as it's hard to say the wrong thing when no one can understand you... "Look...." That's probably safe.
From on the sands, Is he late for an important date? Or is that a different rabbit? Who's to know? Molan watches said curious bronze, then can't help but grin at She-wolf, and yes, admires, mefore turning to look over at Zorya, in her dazed state. And speaks, "Hey, Zorya?" Wake up?
From on the sands, Allissandria continues to clutch at her sash, face easily as white as her robe, eyes enormous in her pale face.
From on the sands, Phoenix collapses in a corner, indian style, and looks wildly around for something to soothe her lifemate's overwhelming hunger.
Juliana keeps her eyes on her friend, oddly enough, she too has Fort Hold on her mind at the moment. Something about those darn drudges. "Go Amily!!"
From on the sands, Zorya looks rather as if she has been punched in the stomach - her eyes goggle and her mouth is hanging wide open. All of her well-practiced composure has gone far far away.
From on the sands, Sand clings to her wet wings, dulling their amber light as Pixie-Dusted Peter Pan Dragonet carefully, unsteadily unfurls them before -- around! -- the one with course black hair and olive skin, sprinkling her with dust. An invitation for Zorya to fly with her one day. A chiming of joy rings out as Impression is made.
Edlor starts chanting, under his breath, "DesaDesaDesaDesa"
"Peyton"...Melli whispers the name, watching the one green......"It has to be her"
From on the sands, Torin continues to pull at her robe as she views all that goes on around her, not even noticing the vise-like grip that Amily's got on her hand.
Calia chants under her breath torin torin torin
From on the sands, "Um-buh,, Bu-duh... Zorya!
Shiana swallows hard. "Come on, Des, Torin..."
From on the sands, " Betisie cries! ;)
Juliana grins, she knows that new greendrider. "All right Zorya!"
Marli smiles to Zorya. She goes back to chanting for Torin.
Rukar silently hopes for Torin to Impress.
Bellows and cheers burst from the Igen contingent, "ZORYA! ZORYA!"
From on the sands, And all Molan can do is laugh, calling out with a grin. "/Zorya!/" He raises a hand, grinning down at the green.
From on the sands, Allissandria's eyes flit from the She-wolf to the newly-Impressed pair, and she manages to get out a soft "Congratulations!" before returning her attention to the other green.
From on the sands, Zorya smiles, and a large hand reaches out to caress saffron dusted wings. A whisper, her throat aching, as she sees how her lifemate sees her; beautiful and perfect. Her. Always. "Siviath."
Tam adds her applause to the next impression. Her face breaks out into a grin as she glances at her fellow cluthcmates Mina and Arial. "Brings back memories, doesn't it?"
Denethor materializes out of thin air.
Kebria snorts, before looking over to Sabria. "Don't you ever inflict me to that, allright?" Completely degrading.
Denethor bows "Hello!"
Marli hears cheers for torin from all over. She begins to wonder if all the mentality going positively to Torin will influence a dragon...
Rivka is now /gripping/ the edge of where she is sitting, eyes wide and watering as she watches. Releasing her almost painful grip long enough to clap for the new impression.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf grins...shooting Zorya a victory signal.
From on the sands, All The King's Horses Egg lurches, sliding in the sand, prompted by the insistent thumps of its occupant on the insides of the shell. Want /out/. Soon.
From on the sands, Dapper /Real/ Rabbit Dragonet has all the time in the world, and he's going to take it, just now, circling slowly around the group of Candidates. His eyes are drawn first to one, then to another boy. This one's got freckles. That one's too tall. Ugh, a big nose, never. He sniffs around for someone with /style/ someone with panache. Or, well, a good fixer-upper would do just fine.
Cindanna's face lights up, a smile spreading from ear to ear. Another Impression. "Oh congrats!" she calls, a bit louder than she should have.
Sabria glances tolerantly at Kebria. "Hmm, sure."
From on the sands, Torin turns, eyes holding both disappointment and joy. "Congratuations," she whispers out.
From on the sands, Alethia glances up as she hears a slight chime...She grins and gives a thumbs-up to Zorya in congratulations.
From on the sands, Tevar forces himself not to hum. That'd be the last thing he'd want Chaille to gripe at him about. If...wait, she can't gripe unless he impresses. He grins idly, glancing around to see where she went, then begins a hum that suits the shuffle-dance, hands rubbing down his blue garment.
From on the sands, Amily needs nothing short of glue between her hand and Torin's lest she drop it and tumble headfirst into the sands. "Zorya!" she squeals, clinging even harder to the knuckles beside her. You're my stabelizers. Don't drop me.
Marli begins to beg, "Please! Please! For Torin!"
From on the sands, Ikath creels, loudly. Eyes whirl blue-touched red as he calls for his dinner, imperiously.
From on the sands, Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet swings a bored, utterly jaded inspection across the ring, yawns, then reluctantly rakes across again. One is hungry. One is, however, required -- yes, /required/, -- to make a selection of an appetizer before moving on to the main course. Ho hum. Boring, ugly, horrors, fat, too thin, too ungainly, wearing /puce/, utterly unspeakable the way /his/ nose overhangs his chin,--She pauses on a tall man, blinks, then stares thoughtfully. Dark hair. Wolves are preferential to brunettes.
Denethor says, "Did Alethia Impress?"
From on the sands, Betisie grips back at Amily. Her hand. Hers. Not letting go. "Everyone's /Impressing/," she wails. Oh, /that/'s a surprise...
From on the sands, Dalleth follows Ikath's lead, but his creel is softer, as he is calmed by Alethia once more.
Icicle blinks in from **between**
From on the sands, Peyton oooohs and tries to move behind Benellen. Zorya... She smiles, calling her own congratulations to her friend, then slinks back again, peering around the bigger man.
From on the sands, "Such a fitting couple," Odesa gleams at the enchanting sing with genuine joy, "Oooh Siviath... " Healer ooh's and ahhs and generally fidgets while flashing a gaze down at her steaming feet- ah yes. Dance right on over towards that adorable little Krison, *squeeeze* and I will love him and squeeze him and...
From on the sands, D'nal mutters to the minutes-older -- oldest -- pair, "Soon, soon. After they're all hatched, then you can all go feed." A look checks: is Chaille locating the newest, or shall he?
Calia chants under breath holding Nettik and Iona's hand torin torin torin
Qiana materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Watching, ever watching, sands-dance and all is Molan, as feet lift, fall, and he watches one dragon circle the knot of candidates, then back to the green, gaze slipping to the to watch and grin at Zorya again, murmuring, quieter, "Congrats, Zorya." Tone is soft, and grin becomes smile, warm, before attention turns back to dragonets.
Nettik leans over the ledge, eyes on the She-wolf, her unbound hair briefly getting in her way. She utters a muffled curse and gives serious thought to chopping it off. Stupid, sharding, hair!
From on the sands, Chaille gestures to Zorya, c'mon over here, girl.
Mina reaches for a scrap of hide and begins scribbling a message upon it.
Denethor asks "Who's other Harpers waiting to Impress?
From on the sands, Old Woman in a Shoe Egg stays put. Stable. It's not going anywhere. Not at all. What's that crack? Down its side? Never mind that.
Mina finishes a message and ties the hide scrap to the leg of a waiting firelizard, who immediately blinks ::between:: with the message.
From on the sands, Phoenix strokes. "Shh, love, soon, relaly. I can feel it too, you know...."
From on the sands, Dapper /Real/ Rabbit Dragonet approaches hesitantly, curiosity overwhelming fear. Approaches those two blue-robed boys. Blue eyes, brown eyes, blue robe, blue robe. Do we match? Or do we mix?
From on the sands, Allissandria edges over toward a spot of color, and finds herself next to Molan. Unsure of what to do next, she clutches at that sash again, which by now is getting rather wrinkled.
From on the sands, Zorya gives Siviath a little push. No. Over /there/. The tiny green squeaks and then sneezes, eyes rolling as she waddles along next to her lifemate.
From on the sands, Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet drifts a little closer to (--and wearing /blue/. We approve--) her unwary target, looking without /really/ looking, inspecting without /really/ inspecting. Wingsails shift, momentarily flooding the ground around her talons with a tapestry of green. Things that make you go 'hm...'
From on the sands, Simona is bumped to the side as Durath moves to make more room for the little ones to get past. Nostalgia, the memory of a day like this only barely years ago, shines in brown eyes that watch the newly-joined pairs wobble to the edge of the sands.
Tenneba's finger steals to her mouth, and she chews her fingernail before she realizes she is doing so. Hands go back into her lap. Will they /ever/ choose?
From on the sands, Wall of Thorns Egg turns sharply, meeting little resistance in the shifting sand, and causes light to catch and spin the gilded pinwheel.
Janna scootches closer to the edge and leans over, looking to see if any of the newly hatched dragons are near her friends. A smile is tossed casually over her shoulder at the rest of the Healers.
From on the sands, No. No. Wait. Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet snarls and smokes across the Sands after her brother. Here, little Bunny Rabbit. Join me for dinner. I saw them /first/.
Melliandra is on the edge of her seat as well, the direction the hatchlings head making her nervous...or hopeful.
Ranra arrives at the top of the stairs.
Calia says, "Oh do come on Torin, you can do it.""
From on the sands, Ok, here it is, the word.. "Merp?" Molan glances from green to bronze as he and Tevar get looked over by both. "Hello there." He has to say _something_, after all.
Charlton leans forward. Fight?
You overhear Rukar whisper"... ... ... ... ... ..." to Calia.
From on the sands, Betisie glances about worriedly, queezing toghtly. "Where's Danziel?" She lost him in the mess. Did he -- ? "Look over by Molan and Tevar!" She is.
You overhear Calia whisper"... hope so" to Rukar.
Marli smiles as she thinks, "Hmm, this one is very imperious, regal."
Sorsha hrms, a shadow of a frown passing over her face. Those two aren't about to fight are they?
Rivka grins at Janna, flicking her eyes back to the sands to watch the magic there.
Cindanna bites her bottom lip, shaking in anticipation. "Oh, yoou can do it Tev!" she whispers.
From on the sands, Thunk. Poke. Cracks form along the side of All The King's Horses Egg, relinquishing solidity to the continuous urging of its inhabitant to /break/....
From on the sands, Torin shivers and shakes still, watching, afraid to feel upset, and afraid to feel happy.
Iona still watches, mouth softly open, eyes riveted. She keeps that patpatting on Tenneba's knee. Or is it her own knee. She's so lost in what's happening she doesn't really care.
From on the sands, D'nal nods after Chaille, keeps track of Dalleth's meanderings, and prods the occasional shard when he gets a chance, as if a crawlie'd turn up from beneath.
From on the sands, Tevar hums a rather bland tune, shuffling his feet, and rather blissfully unaware of dragonet attention. He's looking off into the stands again. She said she'd be here, didn't she? Hm. Why is everyone looking at him and Molan?
Tenneba leans forward nervously, hoping they don't /hurt/ one another!
From on the sands, Allissandria watches the bronze and the green looking over the two blue-clad young men next to her, and promptly forgets to breathe.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf peers over at them...but two paces from the throng but it seems like forever. The distance somehow comforting...or limiting. He smiles at the dragonets seeking.
From on the sands, Dapper /Real/ Rabbit Dragonet shrinks away from his slightly overpowering sister. /Twitch/. /Twitch/. Could his nose be twitching faster due to nervousness? That hind leg thumps once again, setting paw to sand as he checks out the two Men In Blue. Sniff. Whuff. Peer.
From on the sands, Amily can feel three shaking grips on her limbs...no, wait, that's not right. Two hands and someone must have an arm. She has inclination to look, as ocean-green pupils, tinged with blue, dart rapidly from newly impressed to soon impressing. Just... " " She's speechless.
Cera looks around, finaly making her way to someone she knows. "What all have I missed?" she asks Soran.
Shiana sits back, almsot crushing her seat in her hands. "Come on, Tor, Des..."
From on the sands, Siviath tucks her head into the veil of Zorya's hair, squeaking and burrowing, tail lashing.
From on the sands, Odesa spins herself and the dear pleasant Krison around to look towards the two boys, "Oooh they're gettin looked over!" She partially drags the boy with her and skoots between a couple of holders- twin sisters... /odd/. Peers.
Soran completely ignores Cera as he stares at the sands, only waving a hand, bekoning her to sit.
Juliana is watching the green's progress, mouthing Amily;s name over and over, both fists now clenched at her sides.
From on the sands, Peyton calls, amusement rippling through her tone. 'Tev! Look down, silly!' Men. Have to make them listen to you. She shakes her head, smiling and watching.
Tenneba glances at Melli with a strange look...compassion? empathy?
Cera plops into a seat, glancing at the sands below and shrugs. Sure, it's interesting, but weaving is her cup of tea.
From on the sands, Could be worse, could be men in black, that's so /cliched/. Blue is ok. Molan looks from green to bronze again, and notes to Tevar. "Uh...Tevar. Look down, hmm?" His voice, slightly hesitant, steadies at the last note, and he nods at bronze, then green, polite though he still gulps.
From on the sands, Old Woman in a Shoe Egg stays mum: it spills no secrets. Not yet.
From on the sands, Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet sees; /he/ doesn't, and that is just the way we like them, we Shes, unsuspecting, unawares, utterly oblivious. Vulnerable belly, vulnerable mind; /She/ lances another growl at the Rabbity rump of her brother, the better to unsettle him with (my dear!), then fixates and stretches languidly for her very first Kill. /Now/ we eat.
From on the sands, Lazily, Sundrunk She-Wolf Dragonet comes to the end of her prowl over the sands, resting languidly in front of a man with guarded eyes of deep brown. Guarded from her no longer. Her hunt has ended in victory. Ended in the claiming of Tevar and the Impression now shared.
From on the sands, Ikath twitches a limb, eyes whirling at reduced speeds in glancing shades of reddened blue--purple?
From on the sands, Dapper /Real/ Rabbit Dragonet gulps, and not to be outdone, decides blues are better when they match.
From on the sands, Curiously, Dapper /Real/ Rabbit Dragonet cocks his head and twitches his nose, coming closer, closer, just a breath away now from those softly slanted eyes of blue. Examining, assessing, choosing. Molan. And within that second, Impression is made.
Teron shouts, "T'var!"
Sorsha applaudes loudly, eyes lighting up. "Congrats Tevar!" Let's see, how many Harpers have Impressed?
Cindanna pushes herself up from her seat, clapping wildly with complte abndon. "Oh, Tevar! Tev! tev! Tev!" she squeels.
Marli is about to get down on her knees and beg a dragonet for Torin.
Melliandra gasps as the green moves to Tevar, and the Bronze to Molan.....her breath released, she frowns......the plot thickens...
From on the sands, Alethia keeps stroking Dalleth soothingly, even though his hunger is making her hungry as well. WHile she strokes, she looks at her other candidates still hoping for a lifemate, and she smiles at them all.
Rivka claps for the new impressions, unable to do any more then that, other then to stare.
Tam blinks in amazement and applauds the harper and his new green.
From on the sands, Allissandria gasps, looking beyond the blue-clad Candidate to Tevar...then back to Molan, and her eyes gleam as two Impressions are promptly made. A soft sigh escapes her lips, and her grasp on her sash loosens a bit.
Calia says, "congrats T'var!!!"
Karlin cheers for T'var.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf laughs slightly...two in one...he would applaud if his hands weren't in a grip behind his back.
From on the sands, "Tevar!" It's a triumph call. "Go, Tevar!" He did it he did it he did it... Wait. "Molan...!" She dances lightly, half a victory dance, half keeping her feet raw. "Woohoo!"
From on the sands, One by one, cracks widen, lengthen, an intricate lacing of darkened lines that spread eagerly over All the King's Horses Egg's surface. At last it topples, bursts, a scattering of irreparable shards that spill onto the sands around it.
From on the sands, Precariously Perched Humpty Dumpty Dragonet
Unbalanced for all his slim bones, this energetic dragonet's hued the deep brown of new-turned earth, riven by a tracery of sunset's ruddy gold. That liquid light echoes the thunder of pulse: fine tributaries throw the places of his knobby head into stark relief, before curling thick filigree down narrow throat's carotid to the round curves of ribs and flanks. Those lines blur about his long, trip-me-up wingsails, smudging just the ridges of his ever-moving tail. Only pigeon-toed paws are free of that glow, muddy as they are, blunt as they are -- awkward, aye, but surefooted in the dark.
From on the sands, Tevar blinks over at Peyton, then at Molan. 'What?' And down, and into those devouring eyes. Feet slip for the first time, his expression that of startled prey. Harper voice stammers out in a very un-harperlike squeak. 'Saerth! M../my/ Saerth!'
"Hey, Tev!" Priscila leans back, grinning widely. "Well I'll be."
Juliana arches one eyebrow, clapping loudly for the new bronzerider, and turns her attention to one of the eggs.
Tenneba grins at Melli, and claps. "Well, I'll be!"
Arial smiles broadly and jumps to her feet, "Tev!!! Knew you could do it!!"
From on the sands, Alethia grins and calls out congrats to both Molan and Tevar. How wonderful this all is!
From on the sands, Allissandria's eyes flicker back to the eggs, and widen again as a brown appears...the st brown of the Hatching.
Melliandra smiles too, though perhaps not happily....the complications of it all.......she claps for the two men, sighing.
Iona claps and cheers for the new impressions.
Shiana smiles as she sees another fellow harper impress.
Edlor is awed by the sight he sees.
Cindanna flops down in her seat, still clapping wildly. "T'var and Saerth!" She looks up at Teron, eyes glistening. "Isn't it grand!"
From on the sands, Kaixith bugles again as /her/ offspring impresses. She holds her head up high and puffs out her chest in pride.
From on the sands, Crimson brambles clutch and hold the Wall of Thorns Egg together despite the faint cracks that slowly creep across its surface.
Iona ooohs "A brown" She begins to chant under her breath. "HrethHrethHreth." Yes the brown is for Hrethwulf!
Teron nods, "Aye." he smiles, "And I was right on one....1 of 3"
Calia grins at Cindanna happily
Charlton crosses his arms, then uncrosses them with a sigh. "I suppose it's a tribute of some sort, that they're choosing the harpers. But Tevar; that's a loss. He might have been a fine teacher."
From on the sands, Precariously Perched Humpty Dumpty Dragonet skids off his little mound of sand toward the robed people, wobbling awkwardly on pigeon-toed feet. Head swerves from side to side, peering, searching....
Kymra materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Again, it comes out, and Molan starts, staring in awe before stating, "Hullo, Pwylth." Simple as that, and he straightens, then kneels, and starts to lead the bronze to the side, starting and not able to help grinning at Kai, before attention is caught, once more.
From on the sands, S'lan walks over to Tevar and Molan grinning.
Janna claps her hands together so much that they hurt. She glances down, wondering /why/ they hurt, and sees herself clapping as vigorously as anyone else.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf turns then...more eggs are hatching. He catches his breath at the brown.
From on the sands, Phoenix traces patterns in the dauntless blue of her companion's hide, purple eyes drawn again to the jewel-toned ones of the same amethystine hue.
Cindanna beams over at Calia. "He did it! Hoorah!" She calms herself and turns to watch the sands again, bursting with joy.
From on the sands, Torin turns and offers soft congratluations to both of those who have Impressed.
Teron whispers, "He still could be Master."
L'der materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, The Sleeping Beauty Dragonet
Autumn green, summer's heir: hide mottles with the leafy shade of seasonal turning, of verdant youth fading into harvest hues. Dapplings of gold and rust hint beneath the foliage color, drifting freckles across shoulder and throat; that same errant shine makes sunlight through canopy of wingsails, dyeing the membrane a soft glow of twilight. An ungainly body: head too large, body too small, bulbous eyes starved for light. An overbalanced branch, stabilized by roots of warm talons, soil's crumbled brown.
From on the sands, There, Impression! No, over /there/! "Congra-atulations, Tevar, Molan!" Amily hisses, swinging her arms in the direction of the new pairs, and likewise swivelling the two (or three?) beside her off-balance. Heh, heh.
Rukar whispers The green is for Torin!
Shiana looks to Teron. "Huh?"
Denethor says, "Who can become Master?"
Epiphany looks at Charlton quizzically, noting the disappointment, and frowning in silent puzzlement. There is something wrong?
Marli is distracted by Rukar's whisper, and is suddenly filled with a new hope for Torin.
From on the sands, D'nal hunts out, herds out the new lifemate pairs, guiding them to sands' very edge -- and, here's hoping, where they won't be tripped over along the way.
From on the sands, Chaille summons new Weyrlings alongside, offers pats, congratulations, help with talon-and-hair entanglements
Kymra slides up entrance's steps, quickly casting a wave towards others she knows. Peering sand-wards, she lapses into silence, watching curiously.
You overhear Calia whisper"... ... ..." to Rukar.
From on the sands, Allissandria gasps, and barely manages to keep her balance as the thorny egg--the one she had had her eye on earlier--hatches a beautiful green.
Rivka looks in almost bemusement on the sands at the newest dragonets to hatch, "So beautiful" she says to her fellow healers, not even noticing how tightly her hands are clenched beside her.
From on the sands, S'lan says, "congratulations Tevar, Molan."
From on the sands, Torin nods. A beautiful green indeed.
From on the sands, Zorya manages to look up from Siviath long enough to register Molan and Tevar's impressions, and she smiles.
From on the sands, Odesa wrenches herself back through the two gawking twin holder girls and loses composure to go ahead and jump up and down in excitement, "That was amazing!" She carefully steps backwards dragging pour Krison with her, "Isn't this fun?" You know he likes it... A braid is thrown up and tucked back in, and her eyes slip over the newest hatchling... oooh interesting. Composure! Yes t'is good.
Juliana smiles at the two new dragonets, wondering which of those, for she knows Amily will Impress, is destined for her friend. Sighing softly, she leans back to watch. Time will tell, time will tell.
From on the sands, The Sleeping Beauty Dragonet blinks bulbous eyes against the sudden light, surprised at the abrupt disappearance of her thorny prison.
From on the sands, Peyton laughs, feeling better as she watches Tev...no, T'var now...return to his feet. Her eyes moisten slightly as she looks over to the remaining eggs...and the hatchlings still moving.
From on the sands, Snips and Snails Egg wobbles and weebles, finally spilling its contents in a collection of slimy shards. A lanky bronze totters out, elongated wings dragging in the sands absently as he descends on a herd o'candidates, choosing a skinny boy from Crom as his lifemate.
Snips and Snails Egg
Knobby and oblong this egg, splattered with muddy brown save for a few thin streaks of blue. Snakes of black and red and brown coil over the uneven curves, breaking off where snail-shell spirals burst in gold and white near the narrow end.
From on the sands, Ikath turns to his firelady, gallently nudging her with a sapphirine nose, light a-glinting off soft blue hide...
From on the sands, S'lan helps guide Tevar and Molan to the edge of the sands with their lifemates.
From on the sands, Krison boggles in mingled misery and excitement. His gown is sticking to his pudgy little legs, and he tugs at it unhappily. Eggs are hatching all around him -- and with Odesa permanently attached to him, how will any of the dragonets see his true worth? He squirms.
Nevarre has disconnected.
Tenneba leans forward, back ramrod straight. She remembers to breathe. Occasionally.
Marli thinks, "Please, for Torin."
Shiana grinds her teeth slowly. Come on, Torin, Odesa.. you can make it..
Calia whispers "Come on Torin desa hang on you can do it."
From on the sands, Allissandria steps abruptly backwards, barely managing to stay on her feet. Her eyes are riveted to the now-awakened beauty of a green.
From on the sands, T'var follows both the older rider's lead and the nudging green pushing at his legs. 'Easy, easy, Saerth, I'm going...' OH, he likes that name. Sounds so...right.
From on the sands, Simona leans on the top of Durath's head, resting chin-on-hands, dreamy-eyed herself as eggs hatch, lifemates are found, and ecstatic, weary candidates lead hungry hatchlings off to their new lives.
L'der bounds over to Mina squishes in somewhere near her. "Heyhey, how goes the Hatching so far?" An abundace of waves are sent in every direction. Charlton! Sabria! K'pan! Tenneba! Tam! Arial! A lot of Bahrain folks.
From on the sands, Old Woman in a Shoe Egg shivers a little, shakes a little, swings a little. A little. A little -- more.
From on the sands, Betisie has disconnected.
From on the sands, Phoenix finally notices the rest of the world. Oh. yeah. I'm here. With Ikath. "Congratulations, Zorya, T'var, M'lan. And Alethia!"
From on the sands, Betisie has connected.
Sabria waves to the greenrider. "Hi L'der! You're late!" she chuckles.
Grimlid blinks into **between**
Melliandra remembers to patpat the healer, her own eyes intent now, watching the green and her lifemate move to the side, eyes glistening, before eyes are diverted back to see who the new green and brown will choose...
Tam blinks at the rather effulgent greenrider. "Hello L'der," is offered as she turns back to the egg hatchings.
Rukar remembers to breathe, nearly turning blue...
From on the sands, Alethia smiles and waves to T'var and Molan as they join the group. "congrats." she says again, softly this time.
From on the sands, Precariously Perched Humpty Dumpty Dragonet picks up one foot. Two feet. One in front of the other, carefully, his head tilted back to get the best view possible of everything going on around him. He's looking for something, something specific, yes--but right now, just looking.
From on the sands, M'lan nods at Phoenix, offering a grin, even a Pwylth nudges, nudges, nose twitching slightly. He follows, slowly, helping the dragonet along as he may.
Mina is rather glossy eyed from the hatching. It gets rather... addictive or something. "L'der! Hi there." She scooches over to give him room.
From on the sands, Saerth continues herding her prey, um, her lifemate towards the others. Good harper, nice harper, feed me, harper.
From on the sands, A sudden rumble of movement in the middle of the remnant eggs; Sugar and Spice egg explodes into vigorously rejected shards, spilling out a large-eyed, startled little miniature of a green. The newest-born dragonet fluffs herself clean, preens busily for a few moments more, then /giggles/ coquettishly at a nearby blue before tumbling across the Sands. Straight for Krison. Hallo hallo hallo!
Arial waves briefly at L'der before returning to watch the action on the Sands... amazing.
From on the sands, The Sleeping Beauty Dragonet takes her first tentative step and stumbles, unbalanced by that heavy head. Earthy talons try to grab and hold, but only slip through the sand. She trips forward, planting her nose in a hole left by the now-shattered egg of a clutchmate.
Ranra looks at the new arrival. How pretty! Such a lovely dragon, she thinks.
From on the sands, "There, there... Krison- you look fine." Odesa contents herself to hold his hand loosely and resituate her craggy mountain robe hem when she see's a green barelling right for them- , "Ach! We'll be smooshed!" She abandons poor Krison to his fate.
From on the sands, Torin wants to move to help the fallen dragonet, but she's frozen in place, one hand reaching out to her.
Rukar mentally urges the Sleeping Beauty Dragonet towards Torin...
From on the sands, Krison, -- K'son -- gapes in the confining fastness of Odesa's grip, then falls across the upturned amiability of green head with greedy, possessive adoration. "Hi! Hi!" he yelps. Name? What name? "/Hi/!" Was he supposed to say a name?
From on the sands, Allissandria gasps as the green plows her muzzle into the sands, and tentatively steps forward, realizing in midstep that that might not be such a good idea.
Marli smiles, waiting, waiting...
Tam glances back at the sands and notes her former clutchmate. "Hreth!" she calls out excitedly, hoping he impresses.
Calia whispers come on torin do it
From on the sands, Peyton looks around slowly, biting her lip nervously. More and more people leaving the sands... She wants to go too. The sands are hot, Benellen's trying to get away from her, and there's all these hatchlings to watch.
Mina goes home.
From on the sands, Ikath mutters with his rather loud voice at his fellow clutchsibs, in greeting.
From on the sands, Benellen...from the sea...tugs and pulls his hand. "I cannay See Peyton! Gimmee me 'and!"
From on the sands, Odesa wrinkles her brow as she see's the green topple over into the sand, "Oh, shards!" She hates it when they do that... where /is/ her satchel... Probly just a little sand but- Her neck is craned in worry.
From on the sands, Amily whimpers with fright as the green plows into the heated Sand, "Isn't that gonna burn her nose?" Amily fell like that once, but she had the unfortunate misery of tripping into mud. Lovely.
From on the sands, Allissandria's eyes flicker up toward the galleries, and she searches frantically...and finds her sister. After a reassuring glance, she returns her gaze to the green.
Edlor has an underbreath of encouragement for his crafter, "Odesa! Odesa! ODesa!"
From on the sands, Newly Impressed K'son, fickle K'son, who has already forgotten all about Odesa, wanders under a euphoric daze and the propellant of an Assistant Weyrlingmaster to the side of the Sands with his new, yet unnamed, lifemate.
Shiana smiles and chants, Desa, Torin..
From on the sands, Precariously Perched Humpty Dumpty Dragonet trips over his awkwardly-turned feet, catching himself on his nose as he falls. Ow. Tongue flicks out idly...no, no, sand is /definately/ not what he wants to eat. He's had enough of the view, now he searches in earnest for someone to pet his aching nose.
Calia whispers "Come on Torin come on Desa
Marli whispers, Torin!!!
From on the sands, Zorya is nose to nose with her new heartmate, murmuring endearments to low for anyone else to catch.
S'ya materializes out of thin air.
Teron sighs, "C'mon Hreth and Torin.........."
From on the sands, S'lan strolls back across the sands to katrina and loops an arm around her.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf winces...having been watching the brown...he wants to run...but stays still. His gaze lingers there though...worriedly.
From on the sands, Allissandria looks down at the brown who has suddenly come into her field of view, and tentatively steps just a hair forward, still keeping one eye on the green.
From on the sands, Old Woman in a Shoe Egg unwinds a lacing, snap-snap-snap as it parts, and an outer shard flakes free.
From on the sands, Betisie, standing beside Amily, whimpers in unison. "Ow?" she offers, once more sticking to monosyllables.
From on the sands, Tail, legs, and wings flail as The Sleeping Beauty Dragonet tries to right herself. Some unknown combination of movement by those limbs has the desired effect, and she stumbles forward once more, towards figures in white.
From on the sands, Peyton clings tightly to Ben's hand, shaking her head. 'Nonono, you stay here.' Protect her. Wait, did she...ew, Benellen? She lets go quickly, not noticing if he falls away or not. Eyes latch onto the nearest youngling, feet scratch at the sands.
From on the sands, Jenneth tears her hum away from the Hatching to snake her head up, up, up again, the better to redirect her vibrating thrum into a bone-rattling echo at the Galleries. Charlton, specifically; those brilliant, amethyst-and-sapphire eyes splinter content at the Masterharper. Next time, they will be /her/ eggs. They will. On /her/ Sands. Yes indeed.
From on the sands, Blackbird Pie Egg shudders just a teeny, tiny bit as if it's crust were about to break off from the fluttering within.
Blackbird Pie Egg
This flattish oval of an egg rests on a silvery-white base, smooth as glass but patterned so intricately it seems ridged. Halfway up the shell a sharp line of black runs piepan rim around, melting into a toasty tan. At the narrower end, just within view, sable shades burst from tawny crust in a four-and-twenty flurry of feathered wings and bright eyes.
Juliana watches, eyes on the green only, that and AMily. "C'mon Amily!"
From on the sands, Katrina smiles at S'lan and snakes an arm around his waist, before looking back to tripping baby dragons.
From on the sands, Benellen wrings his hand. "I cannay even feel it!"
Ranra whispers, "Go Hreth... C'mon Torin..."
Charlton vibrates to Jenneth's hum. Next time he'll admire for her, then.
L'der chuckles to himself at Mina's glaze, having sent a long glance at the hatchings before tending more to the company surrounding him. "Late? Oh no... what'd I miss?" he asks of Sabria, foolishly expecting a lengthy report.
From on the sands, S'lan looks at Katrina. "They are all so lovely.
Marli almost cries out, "Torin!!!!!!!", but she manages to restrain herself.
From on the sands, Allissandria freezes where she is, eyes shooting back toward the green which has managed to right herself. Braid dangles, forgotten, swinging slightly.
From on the sands, Saerth decides /here/ is far enough and stops, announcing her stop with a pointed creel. We're /here/. Silly T'var.
From on the sands, Odesa heaves a sigh of relief as the beauty rights herself, awkward features seem quite endearing to the healer for some reason. She spares a glance for that adorable mess of a brown, "He's so /cute/." Feet tread lightly and for just a moment she contents herself to slip down into a gargoyle's crouch.
Calia whispers come on Torin
From on the sands, Hrethwulf bites his lip a bit...but tries to regain composure.
Sabria chuckles to L'der. "Impressions, many of them." is her short answer.
Iona finds her hands clutching her knees hard. She eases her grip and bites her lip in excitement. Wanting to yell encouragement, she's not sure if it's right.
Tenneba watches Hreth and the brown...and swallows hard. "C'mon, Hreth...." she breaths despite herself.
From on the sands, Katrina eyes that bulbous eyed green at S'lan's comment and just hmms.
Marli chants under her breath, 'torin, torin, torin, torin..." etc.
From on the sands, Torin is frozen in place, arm reaching towards the green still, the only new movement is her biting her lower lip.
From on the sands, Precariously Perched Humpty Dumpty Dragonet whines, as something catches his eye. You, there. Hiding behind the big guy. He sets about the awkward business of turning his body in the proper direction and taking step after carefully-trod step toward the pair.
From on the sands, Etain makes uncharitable noises about crowded Sands to the indifference of Jenneth's ribs. The gold curls around and sighs companionably at a passing Weyrling, still stunned and luminous with the enchantment of Impression. It all goes downhill from here, of course.
From on the sands, Amily's lower lip quivers in sympathy, echoeing a plaintative, "Ow," for the fallen, yet now righted, green dragonet. Don't be alarmed...she tends to feel pain for others. When she's not feeling it herself, that is.
From on the sands, Siani casts a glance over at The Sleeping Beauty Dragonet, trying not to chuckle, "And here we all thought it was a gold maybe...silly dragons not to tell us."
From on the sands, M'lan glances from Pwylth to Suyinth, then Kaixith, and wonders, to himself. "Wonder if this means he has /two/ dams." Hrm.
Rivka smiles breifly at Tenne, encouragement on her face before she looks back, a constant shifting of gaze.
From on the sands, Phoenix sighs, locked into an eternal realm fit for a million Harper songs. "Darling, darling Ikath..." she can't stop saying that name. Must be addictive. She might as well say it again. "Ikath."
Karlin tries to get a better look at the sands by looking for seats closer to the sands.
From on the sands, Peyton eeps quietly and pulls Benellen in front of her, ignoring his protests. That one is coming towards them. Ick, Benellen. Um. Hm. She settles on a long step back, peering around the large man to see where the little dragon went.
From on the sands, Precariously Perched Humpty Dumpty Dragonet trips, tumbles, sprawls onto the sand. He starts to gather himself, halts abruptly, face turning upward in rapt adoration to one who's honey, jade and heart-shaped angles. Lurching forward, he nudges Peyton's leg. There /she/ is! At last found. Impression made.
From on the sands, Benellen is yanked forward unexpectedly and plummets to the sand. He gets up scowling.
Juliana smiles, another Impression. She keeps her eyes on the green, however.
Melliandra smiles for Peyton, then sighs..back to looking for a head cook.....sigh.
Karlin cheers for Peyton.
From on the sands, Allissandria swings her gaze from the green just in time to catch the brown's Impression to Peyton. A grin of congratulations, and her eyes return to that lovely figure of a green.
Cindanna grins and claps. "Look at the brown! They Impressed!" She claps wildly.
From on the sands, Alethia keeps Dalleth gently quiet as she watches the others still hoping. SHe grins as Peyton finds a lifemate, and she feels very happy and content, seemingly for the first time in her life.
From on the sands, Benellen dodges the dragonet though. "Aw...Lookit! er...hey! WOW!"
From on the sands, The Sleeping Beauty Dragonet pulls up abruptly enough so that her back end pushes the front end forward a couple of steps more, and then looks from girl to girl. One standing and earthy headed, and the other crouched, topped with white that matches her robe.
L'der accepts the brevity without comment as eyes turn back from the Weyrwoman's face to the Hatching sands. "This is true. Aaaaawwwww..." he remarks at the wonderously sweet pairing he just witnessed to.
From on the sands, T'var glances down and smiles. A quick check, yep, they're out of the way. He flops onto blue-robed-rear and tosses his arms around the young green. 'Yeah, I know. But /she/ wants us to wait.' Chaille gets a teasing wink, though not even her disapproval could ruin this moment at all.
Ranra grins. Impressions are great. She sniffles a little with her cold, and looks at the green.
Tam notes that the green is in front of Odesa and she grins and silently hopes for her healer friend.....
From on the sands, Enough is enough.
From on the sands, Seams split, ripping faded leather asunder; laces unravel with a sickening ripple of a lurch, a quake that splinters face-filled windows into jagged shards. The Old Woman in a Shoe Egg hiccups, then collapses in matted ruins, spilling first an egg-fluid caked foot, then a leg, and then a haunch....
From on the sands, Precocious Schoolboy Dragonet
Hypersensitivity evokes both artistry and agility from this dragonet's warm cobalt hue and softly rounded limbs; it manifests most openly in the swift changes in focus of his wide-set eyes, the convex jut of wings that already curl to taste the wind, the muscular play of short-ridged tail. Small he may be, but feline-flexible in it, complete to the jewelled polish of aquamarine winghooks and sapphirine talons.
Rivka nudges Tenneba again as she watches the green raptly, 'Look...look'
Tenneba claps for the new impression, still watching.
From on the sands, Blackbird Pie Egg begins to flake apart, piece by piece as a wing emerges. A dark wing, seemingly almost black from the fluid sticking to its contours. Finally a burly brown takes flight (so to speak) from the pie crust and barrels clumsily along the sands, sending several candidates to the seats of their robes as he kreans about. Finally he stops before a tosseled-hair boy from Nerat, whirrling eyes meeting uncertain blue. Impression. The two wander off toward the others to join the growing group.
From on the sands, Allissandria looks up again...oooh, a blue.
Charlton, again, oohs. And aaahs.
From on the sands, Amily's jaw drops to the Sand, with an ecstatic, "Peyton Impressed! Impressed! Peyton!" Yes, Am, we know. "She did, Torin! Bets, she did!"
From on the sands, Betisie winces again as Precarious goes down, followed by Benellen rather unexpectedly. The sympathy pains of their situation, however, suddenly remind her of her /own/ feet. "Ooo...!" She shuffles a quick two-step, then settles into more of a waltz before becoming aware of..."Peyton...!" Who Impressed, of course...she beams at Amily in agreement.
From on the sands, Torin nods absently, keeping back tears.
Razin has disconnected.
Sorsha is breathlessly watching the stumbling dragonets, humming to herself, stopping to jot the tune down, then humming mre. Hey, it could be a song some day.
Razin has connected.
Tenneba OOOhs! "My! So lovely!"
From on the sands, Peyton takes a step back. A step forward. A step that misses. Dazed, Peyton falls to her knees, arms reaching for support, that comes from the dragon at her feet. 'Kedith!! Kedith, Kedith, Kedith......oooohhhh....' She's happy. And that kitchen is totally forgotten.
Janna leans back towards the Healer group, eyes blazing. "The green...and Odesa" All she can say, with her throat knotted with emotion.
Ranra looks at the sands some more, and sneezes once. She stays away from the main group of people, trying not to infect them with her cold.
Razin has disconnected.
From on the sands, Allissandria looks up, and tries to catch Torin's eyes.
Cindanna's voice crackles. "Torin..." she manages to whisper.
From on the sands, Chaille spares barely a glance for Tevar, so caught up is she in the other Weyrlings, the new dragons, her little sister.
Edlor pulls out a small cloth and hands it to Ranra. "Taking care of yourself?"
Juliana keeps whispering unheard encouragement to Amily, leaning over as far as she can so she can see better.
Calia whispers come on Torin you can do it
From on the sands, Precocious Schoolboy Dragonet shakes that haunch, daintily, distastefully. Shake-shake-shake. Shards go flying, far fleeter than that burly blackbird; rubied eyes lift to spy out what's--oh, all right, /who's/ left.
From on the sands, Torin glances at Allissandria, wondering.
Shiana smiles. "Come on...."
From on the sands, Dalleth croons a hello to all of his clutchmates, and then turns and moves his head as Alethia rubs it soothingly...that feels good!
Aron gently holds on to Juliana, so she doesn't wind up in someones lap.
From on the sands, Odesa remains crouching and sortof doing her own little dance on the sands, a bit of a wobblish while she sputters and rambles to herself, obviously her brain is getting cooked in this fine weather. She gets shaken by the former cook's squalor and cheers, "Pey!" Oh boy! Coy glance is sent towards the princess who roams the sands... she remains perched and wiggling.
Rukar thinks, "Torin, Torin, Torin, Torin, etc..."
From on the sands, Allissandria looks over at Torin, and blinks. An attempt at a smile...
Ranra nods. "Uh-huh. I don't like the tea, though."
Juliana turns to Aron, and smiles, then keeps her vigil. "C'mon Amily, c'mon."
From on the sands, The corners of Torin's mouth raise in a shaky smile in response.
From on the sands, Simona bounces, her arms around Durath's neck. "Peyton!" She stood on the sands last time too, and now finally found the one meant for her. Glorious.
From on the sands, Phoenix is firmly convinced that her's is the prettiest, most magnificent dragon in the whole world, but congratulates the newly bonded pairs. "Congratulations. Congratulations." She means it, but really can't tell which is where--Ikath is sort of a roadblock. A lot of a roadblock. she loves her roadblock.
From on the sands, Allissandria nods at Torin, and turns her gaze to the blue, flicking her braid out of her face. Gorgeous green, handsome blue...
Edlor turns long enough to chuckle at the Harper Appy. His gaze is then drawn back to sands below...
From on the sands, Torin can only nod as she too turns her head to the green and the blue.
From on the sands, Navy blue ribbons trail in loops around Amily's stark white robe, one loosely confining her robe, two winding in tunnel snake curls up her calfs to bring sandals ever closer, and two spiraled around her wrists. For comfort. "S-s-s-s blue!" she gahs through wobbly cheeks.
Calia whispers Come on Torin, you can do it
Ranra chants... "Tor-in, Tor-in Tor-in..."
From on the sands, Allissandria drops to a crouch, never taking her eyes off the two remaining hatchlings. Hand contacts hot sands, and is snatched up abruptly.
Juliana counterchants, but underb her breath. "Amily, Amily, Amily."
Rukar says, "C'mon everybody chant, "Torin, Torin, Torin, Torin, Torin, Torin..."
Teron whispers, "I hope you find your family Torin......"
Arial rises to her feet again and claps, "Oh Peyton!!! Hooray!"
Avarel materializes out of thin air.
From on the sands, Precocious Schoolboy Dragonet looks. /Stares/, his bejewelled winghooks and talons second only to his gaze; his back arches, his tail flicks, and he walks across the hatching sands on fog's cat feet. White-robes.
From on the sands, Phoenix looks toward the cry, grinning as she sees Amily Impressed.
Melliandra 's eyes glisten as so many of her friends impress.....she looks at Tenneba briefly, before looking back at Hreth..will he be next? Odesa? Her sister? Who?
L'der licks his lips. /Almost/ inclined to join in the chanting, but then he remembers he doesn't know the person.... however fondly others must think of him.
From on the sands, Betisie glances over at Amily's revelation, and nods. /Her/ mind isn't exactly working on any higher level. "Very blue." The obvious...always something firm to grasp.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf grins a bit at the stalking blue...and at the green as well..
Avarel goes home.
From on the sands, Allissandria stares back at the blue, balancing carefully, and flickering her glance back to the green as well. Blue and green...
Shiana smiles softly
From on the sands, Kedith creels hungrily, butting his head against Peyton. Come on, long way to the food, and he's hungry.
From on the sands, Torin shakes, wondering what to do. Eyes flick over blue, then remain on the green.
From on the sands, Odesa has the guile to yawn in the middle of all of this heat and commotion... well, she's /sleepy/!
From on the sands, The Sleeping Beauty Dragonet trips forward once more, a few steps closer to wobbly croucher. Stained glass wings spread for balance as a leafy green nose inspects a braid of white.
Denethor has disconnected.
Tam holds her breath as she looks at the green tripping before Odesa.
Rukar chants louder, TORIN, TORIN TORIN, TORIN!
Rivka leans forward even /more/ if possible.
Janna silently urges Odesa to look up, then she can control herself no longer. "Desa! LOOK UP!"
Kebria looks over to Rukar. How /rude/. "Can you keep it down, please?" she hisses, before looking back to the hatching in progress.
Juliana finally gathers enough courage, and begins another, audible chant. "Amily, Amily, Amily, Amily!" , leaning forward all the time.
From on the sands, Peyton smiles with delight, looking up to find Simona. Look, she did it... 'Oh, I know, love, come. Over there...' there's one thing she knows, and that's food. Not raw, but... Sigh. Beam.
Tenneba holds her breath for Odesa...and watches Hrethwulf with anxious eyes.
Ranra looks at the green, and grins at Odesa. She's pretty sure...
From on the sands, Odesa sniffs back at the muzzle and tilts her head to the side, a braid tickling her own shoulder which startles a finger up to itch at it, "Huwwo." She almost whispers towards the dainty green... Is that the smell of leaves?
From on the sands, Amily can feel the strain pulling on her legs, beckoning tired muscles to sit down. "Wanna sit..." mumbles the weak Candidate to Betisie beside her, still watching the young blue on its quest. Not too tired to stare, though.
Melliandra gasps...Odesa.....she found one! One found her......tears fall....tears of joy......wonderful!
From on the sands, Dust-streaked, awkward, the gangly cacophony of The Sleeping Beauty Dragonet -- beauty, indeed! -- suddenly blinks, meeting eyes as pink as her own. The red wash of hunger dies away; where human regard stays stagnant in one shade, hers melts into a liquid radiance of luminous satisfaction. A hiccup of joy. Odesa. /Impression/.
From on the sands, Blue and green; and green, and blue; and white. Oh-so-blue Precocious Schoolboy Dragonet catches on a mind whose eyes just happen to be green -- and white, counting the outsides -- and he minces closer, closer, curious.
Iona anxiously watches Odesa as the green eyes her.
From on the sands, Allissandria elects to rivet her gaze on that stalking blue. Intent, she fails to notice that her much-abused braid is brushing in the hot sands...that can't be good for it.
Rukar cheers for Odesa!
From on the sands, Torin sighs, giving up. She falls to the sand once again.
Shiana grins. "Yes!" She smiles. "Come on Torin..."
Karlin cheers for Odesa.
Marli gasps, "no, don't give up, Torin!"
Iona jumps up and yells "YES!~!!!! GO DESA!!!" She looks around and blushes and sits back down.
Tenneba cheers, and claps, knowing how Odesa will love that green.
Tam leaps up for once now, shouting excitedly. "Desa! Congratulations!" Her fellow healer has impressed!
Rivka cheers loudly, 'Yes!! Congrats Odesa!", tears falling down her cheeks, which abruptly turn bright red at her only outburts for the night.
Calia whispers no don't give up Torin
Scrambling to her feet, Janna cheers for Odesa! "Oh, Desa, she's so lovely! Congratulations!"
Teron sighs, trying to catch Torin's eye, knowing it's hopeless.
Edlor ;, his knuckles white from holding his hands, cheers for Odessa! "Yes!"
Cindanna claps loudly. "Hoorah! A green, and a beauty, too!"
Calia says, "Congratulations Desa"
For Teron to catch Torin's eye that is......
From on the sands, Ikath sighs, soft and warm, and curls that long blue tail 'round his lifemate. Phoenix, evermore overjoyed, cuddles into the
Ranra sighs. She wishes that could happen to her...
From on the sands, Betisie shakes her head. "Don't sit," she advises sagely. "It'll ow you." In fact, it's "owing" her foot again. With a ubiquitous "Ow!" she changes feet again.
Juliana watches the blue, nothing is hopless until you give up. She silently urges the blue, go to Amily, please?
Marli whispers softly, "Please."
Rukar still has hope for Torin.
From on the sands, Zorya glances up, suddenly, as thoughts of her family wind their way into her mind. She glances towards the stands, and is rewarded by the frenetic waving and jumping up and down of three young boys. The tiny green at her side swivels her head to look, as well, and bleats.
Shiana smiles. "Come on, Torin.. don't give up.. please..."
From on the sands, Amily's thoughts must be obvious to the world, as her green eyes widen enough to envelop all of Pern. "But 'm tired...." she whines, frustrated body screaming to be let down. She's no athlete. "Lemme sit!"
L'ren's grin brightens at all the cheers around him. Are those tears? Nope, just water. Yeah. Water-filled eyes of joy for the currently Impressed. However, his posture remains dignified and his applause rather stale while the Odesa supports rise to the occasion.
From on the sands, Ikath sighs, soft and warm, and curls that long blue tail 'round his lifemate. Phoenix, evermore overjoyed, cuddles into the warm pillow of dragon, content but for strikings of hunger from poor Ikath's belly.
From on the sands, Saerth stops creeling. Apparently that's not going to work. Fine. Be that way. *Stare*
From on the sands, Hrethwulf looks over at the pile of shells. Then at the precocious. Welcome." he manages.
From on the sands, Odesa falls foreward into the dragonets grasp and in choked sobs of loving grace, "Muireth... I do." She stands up shaking to caress the muzzle of her forever heavenly gate. Crimson eyes are tempered for the first time in her life with absolute and unfailing love everlasting.
From on the sands, Alethia grins as another dragonet impresses. This is so very nice to see...Dalleth croons softly in agreement.
From on the sands, Betisie glances around the sands, at the number of dragons left. "Sit soon," she promises Amily distractedly before cheering, "Go Odesa!"
Sorsha watches silently, humming stopped, as she watches the little blue. Who will he choose? Who wil lwalk away a rider? Who will be disappointed?
Charlton said that once. "I do." He whispers it now, remembering, and seeks out Etain, there, with Jenneth.
From on the sands, Simona beams in Odesa and Muireth's direction. All those failed attempts to explain it, now her friend can understand it all on her own....
Melinde has disconnected.
Marli whispers, "Torin, don't give up!"
From on the sands, T'var shifts and chuckles. 'Patience, Saerth...I promise. Please don't stare...shells, I /know/, love....that's right...' Hm? Did Odesa Impress? He looks up as he caresses green eyeridges.
From on the sands, Shall he make her wait? They're all so tired; and Precocious Schoolboy Dragonet as well, runt of the litter that he is... but a darling runt, for those who like that sort, who appreciate the artistry inherent in such a smooth-lined form. To the girls, then -- and did that one speak? no, that was Muireth's -- whose name? Muireth? Wrong name; and he tracks up, up, up a blue-belted sash, seeking --
Tam's heart beats quickly and she glances down at Hreth, hoping he will impress.
From on the sands, Allissandria watches the blue find what he wants...or at least what she thinks he wants. Sighing, she standsup again.
Juliana catches her breath, eyes darting between blue and AMily.
From on the sands, Pwylth's nose twitches, that it does, as he watches with curiousity as lifemate's gaze slips up and he grins. "Congrats Odesa." He says it, clearly, before turning back to bronze. "Yes, I know, in a while-- I'm sure she will."
Arial watches the sands avidly, one more to go, one more to choose, one more happy couple.
From on the sands, Out of the corner of her ivy eye, Amily watches Odesa...Desa, now, Impress. "Desa!" she shreeks, reverting to the pet name used for her friend. Out of the other eye she sees...blue.
Janna watches the blue with bated breath. C'mon, choose, she silently urges it.
Marli whispers a strangled, "No... please. for torin."
Calia whispers "Oh come on Toring don't give up."
Rukar hopes for Torin to Impress.
Ranra sighs. Only one more left. One more chance for a new life and a new experience.
Calia begins silently to urge the blue toward torin.
Edlor says, "Come on Hrethwulf!""
Shiana swallows. "come on, Torin.. don't give up... Please..."
From on the sands, Phoenix the forever star-eyed, grinning, congratulates her friend. "Congratulations, Desa!" she half-sings, still caught in her own heaven--blue.
Iona softly says "Torin , please let it be Torin!"
From on the sands, Both eyes: /both/ eyes. Precocious Schoolboy Dragonet edges up, and even croons, just for her: /mine/. Mark that, world.
From on the sands, No uncertainty here, no falter of step even though dragonet limbs are clumsy still. Precocious Schoolboy Dragonet finds his playmate, his /lifemate/, amid earthy locks and sea-green eyes. A raspy breath tickles Amily's ear, a whispered sound of joy shared with her. And then .... Impression.
Nikira goes home.
Aron grins widely at Amily, "She did it Juliana............."
Juliana nearly shrieks with joy and, in her happiness, she turns to hug Aron. "She Impressed! I knew she would!
From on the sands, Allissandria sighs again. No more, and no dragon for her this time. A sigh of disappointment escapes her lips, and her glance goes to the Galleries,and her sister.
From on the sands, Alethia grins as she sees the blue probably making it's choice, but then she turns to look down into the eyes of her lovely Dalleth...those eyes which are so entrancing hold her gaze.
Marli gives a strangled, "No...". Not that she's not happy for Amily, it's just she was so hoping for Torin!
From on the sands, Hrethwulf finally releases his hands...he smiles at the new pair forever linked.
Kebria smiles as the last dragon chooses. "My mother told me of that one," she drifts to Sabria, looking down as Amily Impresses. "She does Fort proud."
Arial claps happily for Amily, her eyes reflecting sadness for those left on the Sands. She's been there before.
Aron hugs her back, happy for a person he has never met.
Shiana swallows hard, the immediately moves for the stairs.
Rivka applauds for Amily, eyes scanning the sands.
From on the sands, Torin gently extracts her hand from Amily's. "Go to him," she says softly, a tear dribbling down her cheek.
Ranra sighs again and sniffles. What a happy, happy occasion. She applauds for the last pair and dreams of that day when she might... no... that could probably not happen...
From on the sands, Betisie glances away from Desa and to Amily and sees...blue. The one she remarked on earlier. She starts, however, in surprise. He snuck up while she looked away. "Amily!" she exclaims, bringing her total utterance of obvious statements on the evening to...umpteen. "Blue!" Umpteen and one.
Teron frowns, "Shells.......Cinda.......Torin."
Janna gasps. "Oh! He chose Amily!" She turns back to Rivka and Tenneba. "I remember when she burned her hand before the cookoff." She spins back and hollers, "Amily! Congrats!"
Iona lets out a very long sigh as she sees the last impression. She turns to Tenneba, looking into her face.
Karlin frowns. "Poor, Torin."
Lyss arrives at the top of the stairs.
Marli feels tears begin down her face.
Juliana cups her hands about her mouth, trying to get her friend to hear her. "Congrats Amily!"
Kvelti goes home.
Warren goes home.
Edlor claps fpr all the new riders.
Tenneba lets out a sigh...how can she be both happy and /sad/? She watches Hrethwulf, pleased at his smile, and hurries to see if she can get near him now.
Epiphany vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Shiana moves through the crouds, a worried expression on her face.
From on the sands, "I am yours!" croons the green eyed Candidate, loosing both ocean orbs into the blue seas of... "Cioranth." A shared moment, fairly silent, and Amily sinks to her knees on the boiling sands, oblivious to all but him. /Now/ she can sit.
Sorsha grins, and claps loudly for Amily. "All right Amily!"
Cindanna claps listlessly for the new pair. "Not Torin..." she sighs, voice crackling. Tears fall from crystal blue eyes now clouded over.
Sabria stands up. "Well, I guess that does it for this one." she smiles as she straightens her jacket, pulling her gloves on and looks around for her flying helm.
Nettik cheers for Amily, remembering the girl from her days at Fort.
Shiana vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Rivka turns around to look at Tenne, nodding at her quickly with a faint smile. "I'll be in the infirmary most likely" she says quietly.
Teron shakes his head, "No, we need to go to her......."
Calia eyes tear up, whispering "Maybe next time torin
Lyss sighs lightly, realizing she's missed just about the entire event. Oh well. The fresh air will do her good.
You overhear Rukar whisper"... ... ... comfort ..." to Calia.
K'pan nods his head and smiles, "Aye it's done and I've duties at the Weyr to attend to...." He stands and heads for his mate..
Tenneba nods at Rivka, as she stands and tries to make her way through the crowd.
Juliana suddenly realizes something, and as she watches AMily and he r lifemate, she blinks.. Amily's not coming back. She's a rider now. Suddenly she's very quiet.
From on the sands, Chaille gathers Candidates together, motions for Amily and her new lifemate to come and join them, and then, not unlike a shepherd, she moves them all toward the Weyrling Barracks.
Charlton has disconnected.
Ranra grins at the new riders, and then frowns that harpers were left on the sands.
You overhear Calia whisper"..." to Rukar.
Karlin stands to his feet, crosses his arms, and finally gives a smile before looking at the sands one more time.
Marli vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Tam gets out of her seat, saddened for her friend Hreth, watching Tenne go to him.
From on the sands, T'var scans the crowd still in the galleries, still hoping to...see. Ooh, look, there's Charlton. Hooboy. Explaining to do. But..hm. Saerth croons softly, nuzzling her harper. 'I know you are, dearheart. I know.'
From on the sands, Torin stands shakily, waving goodbye.
Cindanna buries her face in Teron's shoulder, sobbing softly. Mind too clouded to think.
Melliandra gets up suddenly, remembering that as headwoman, she really should be there..especially when the head cook is down /there/. "Excuse me," She murmurs, giving Tenneba a slight smile...that one is more relieved than she would admit.....
Aron holds Juliana, "It means you are the cook."
Melliandra vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Kebria nods to Sabria, waggling fingers. "Good bye aunt, Weyrleader." And off she goes with Fort's watchrider.
Kebria vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Tenneba vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Qiana has disconnected.
From on the sands, Simona has disconnected.
K'pan climbs up to the Viewing Ledges above.
Teron hugs Cinda close, his own eyes tearing for their friend.
From on the sands, Siani looks over at the ones remaining, moving away from Suyinth to the small cluster. "You're all welcome to stay and enjoy the feast," she says softly. "And then you can decide where you'd like to go. Or stay."
Juliana grins wrly. "I'm used enough to it.,, I guess it's official now." She glances about. "Do you think I can visit her soon?"
L'der adds a last cheer, "Go green!" He feels a bond with them for some reason. Hmmm. Moreso than the candidates. He grins back at Sabria, "No partying till the wee morning hours?"
Rivka vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Nehyn stands up and looks around. People here and there do look rather familiar....
Sabria climbs up to the Viewing Ledges above.
Tam sighs and stretches, looking around the room. "Okay healers, I'm heading back now.
From on the sands, Katrina lets loose of S'lan to move over by Siani.
Aron nods, "Aye, as soon as Ciorath? is fed."
Sorsha stands, and walks out, humming softly again, foingers w twitching.
From on the sands, Allissandria looks up at the goldrider, and manages a shrug.
Sorsha vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Iona nods "I'm with you Tam." She glances at Hreth and then at Tenneba trying to get to him.
From on the sands, Torin lets tears drip down her cheeks. "I...uh...I...uh...I don't know."
Ranra sighs. It's over. Such a happy time and such a sad time.
Cindanna wraps her arms around his neck, sobbing harder. To shards with what other people think...she needs her comfort.
Cera leans over to Soran. "Now what?"
Kymra abandons her post near the wall, lingering gaze reluctantly leaving the sands. Blue orbs spy a vaguely familar form, and the woman squints to be sure. "Nehyn? Nehyn! Heya!" she calls brightly, waving an arm.
From on the sands, S'lan lets go of KAtrina as she moves away but follows after her.
Janna looks over to Tam. "Would it be an imposition to ask for a lift back to the Hall?"
Teron frowns, "C'mon Cindanna."
S'ya goes home.
Edlor turns the Rider/Healer, "I'm right behind you."
Juliana nods. "Ciorath. Boy, I'll miss her."
From on the sands, Hrethwulf nods at Chaille. He turns...last in...first out.
Iona vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Etain has disconnected.
From on the sands, Amily can't see anything. But her new lifemate, her dear heart. "No, I'm not tired any more, Cioranth. I'm fine, really, I am!" The effort it takes to break free and move towards the other Weyrlings takes away ever breath. Weyrlings. Her, and him.
Soran grins, "I think I want to go home and sleep /next/ to Liriel for a change."
L'der shrugs and trial off in search of goodies. Pun intended.
From on the sands, Siani puts an arm around Torin, "Come on.. let's find you somewhere less hot to stand."
From on the sands, T'var rises, keeping his hand on Saerth's muzzle to follow Chaille. Whoa, wait...aw /man/. Now he /has/ to listen to her. Heh. 'Food's coming, love...'
Cindanna nods and swallows, pulling herself away, wiping tears from red-rimmed eyes. She smiles weakly. "Yes, happy happy..." she mumbles half-heartedly.
L'der vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
Cera shakes her head, laughing. "I didn't want to know that, Soran. Not at all!"
Teron vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
Ranra vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, D'nal keeps on herdin'.
From on the sands, Alethia moves along with all the others, helping Dalleth along as she goes.
Icicle blinks into **between**
From on the sands, Torin looks up at Siani. "Thank you." She idly brushes away her tears, not knowing how to feel right now.
From on the sands, Zorya stands in a fluid motion, Sivath at her side, creeling with ferocious hunger.
Cera stands up and starts to smooth her dress, picking away at dust and other mars.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf strides with dignity back through the door in which he entered...
Cindanna vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Betisie glances around the sands. Wait. No more hatchlings? Oh. No more hatchlings. She frowns, considering this for a long moment, then glances over at the broken remnants of eggs, so recently occupied, and suddenly gets a wry, ironic smile. "Shards," she murmurs to herself, watching the, guess what, egg shards.
Soran goes home.
Lythandria rises at last and begins to look for someone to take her home. Best to get back as soon as possible.
Janna vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Rukar vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
Edlor vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
Tam vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Aron nods, "Aye, but you have me."
Nehyn vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
Lyss vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Zorya motions Sivath closer.
Calia vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Zorya exits off the sands.
From on the sands, S'lan walks off the sands after mumbling to Kat.
From on the sands, Hrethwulf goes home.
Saran steps down by Cera, "Care for an escort out Journeywoman Cera?" he offers softly, leaning over to be heard.
From on the sands, S'lan slips off the hot sands with a sigh of relief.
From on the sands, Phoenix rises from her nesy of dragon, guiding her beloved forward. She stops to think a moment, then darts for a moment to find two bits of Ikath's eggshell, marked where it lay by violet eyes. The shard is grasped, then she returns to her new life.
Juliana smiles. "That I do." She turns once more to the sands. "But she is my best friend. I hope Weyrling-hood doesn't last as long here as it did at Bahrain, she'll be stcuk here forever."
From on the sands, Peyton motions Kedith closer.
From on the sands, Phoenix exits off the sands.
From on the sands, Peyton exits off the sands.
From on the sands, Ikath exits off the sands.
From on the sands, Allissandria watches the new Weyrlings, and smiles. Disappointed yes, but it's not the end of the world. Not yet, at least.
Aron laughs, "I doubt it."
From on the sands, T'var motions Saerth closer.
From on the sands, T'var exits off the sands.
Cera turns to smile broadly at Saran. "That would be delightful, Saran. Thank you."
From on the sands, Alethia motions Dalleth closer.
Saran vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Desa motions Muireth closer.
Cera vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Alethia exits off the sands.
From on the sands, Desa exits off the sands.
From on the sands, Torin goes home.
Kymra vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Allissandria goes home.
From on the sands, M'lan motions Pwylth closer.
From on the sands, M'lan exits off the sands.
From on the sands, Siani escorts any other candidates that didn't impress to the barracks.
Karlin vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
Lythandria goes home.
From on the sands, Siani slips off the hot sands with a sigh of relief.
Juliana grins. "I know, but it will feel like forever, it already does." she shakes her head. "But I'll see her again son enough, I'll visit or something/.. You want to go to the Living Caverns and get something to eat? AFterall that excitement, I'm starving."
From on the sands, Betisie wanders off with Siani, a vaguely philosophical expression on her face.
From on the sands, Betisie goes home.
Priscila vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Aron grins, "As soon as that cute blue fellow is fed, she'll be along. Let's go."
Juliana nods, and stands up.
Juliana vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
Aron vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, D'nal exits off the sands.
Arial vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Amily motions Cioranth closer.
From on the sands, Amily exits off the sands.
From on the sands, Chaille exits off the sands.
From on the sands, Kaixith stretches her wings and suddenly decides she's had enough of the sands.
From on the sands, Kaixith downstrokes once and launches into the sultry air above the sands.
From on the sands, Llyrth goes home.
Jessic comes in from the Ledges.
From on the sands, Katrina slips off the hot sands with a sigh of relief.
Jarod comes in from the Ledges.
From on the sands, Suyinth has had enough herself. Nosing the reminders of the egg shells, she wuffles and then leaps! Anxious to stretch out unused wings.
From on the sands, Suyinth downstrokes once and launches into the sultry air above the sands.
Jessic vacates her seat and leaves for the exit.
From on the sands, Belior_Guest steps gingerly upon the sands' heat, mindful of the dragons present.
From on the sands, Belior_Guest slips off the hot sands with a sigh of relief.
Belior_Guest arrives at the top of the stairs.
Jarod vacates his seat and leaves for the exit.
Nettik looks around as she breaks out of her daze. "Phe! I forgot
to congradulate Phe!" she runs out and hopes she didn't miss her.