The Hatching of Tiarnath and Rnayth's clutch

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~*~ Auralia and Green Iesath ~*~ Miranor and Blue Xuith ~*~ Marila and Green Breidith ~*~ K'tor and Bronze Albanth ~*~ Raven and Green Eilenth ~*~ C'nor and Brown Llasath ~*~ Theida and Green Ysabeth ~*~

~*~ Nareisa and Blue Niaeth ~*~ A'dan and Green Taesyth ~*~ C'ley and Bronze Sahath ~*~

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Nareisa wanders in. "It's hot," she announces. You're surprised, right?

N'all walks over from the Lakeside Meadow.

Katolnar grins at Reisa. "No. Really?"

Auralia comes in from the lake, dripping wet, "Its hot even just out of the water!" she wails.

Raven is drying her hair with a towel, giggling at Auralia.

Arliana wrinkles her nose, "We know we know."

Marila finishes tying back her hair, she giggles, "Well of course it is.. I thought it looked more like fish soup than water.." She grins

Katolnar grimaces at the thought. "Soup. Gah. In this heat."

Miranor blinks a bit as the Weyrlingmaster enters. Her robe gets another scrutinizing...and hopeful...looking-over. To the other conversations, she says, "I've never felt a season like this."

Nareisa ughs. "It's..." she flaps her shirt, overlarge and mismatched. "Do I smell?"

From afar, to Marila, Auralia, and Theida, Raven: You guys have been the greatest bunch I've played with. I hope we all impress together! *snugs*

Long distance to Marila, Theida, and Raven, Auralia wishes you all luck and hopes the same. Tho you won't need it. :)

From afar, to Auralia, Raven, and Theida, Marila: Awww

[I think I'm missing something here. We all move to the waiting room.]

With sweat dripping down her face, Auralia looks around, waiting, and watching for what is to come. She shakes, slightly.

Aidan crosses, uncrosses, crosses, and uncrosses his arms again; cross, uncross, continually following this pattern as lower lip is chewed on. He pauses his routine to wipe a shaking hand across his sweaty brow; the heat has gotten to him and beyond, it would seem.

N'all walks in, and booms out, "Silence!" Two people coming in with him are straining, carrying two buckets.

Arliana leans against a wall, quiet, looking fairly composed.

Marila is surrounded by a pair of firelizards briefly, one is hideously ugly, the other is normal. She takes the notes from them and then hurriedly chases the pair away.

Miranor's head shrinks into her shoulders at the command. She can't help but look at it's source.

Raven looks over at N'all, standing beside Auralia and Imara, biting her lip and tapping her toe quietly.

Nareisa freezes, mid shirt-flap, looking up, questioningly. "H..." no, this doesn't look like a good time.

From the Sands> An oceanic blue appears from *between* and chirples curiously as he lands.

Conor wipes his face, and then wipes his hands on his rose, leaving soft dark patches behind. His eyes go to N'all and he waits patiently.Gemini wipes the sweat from his brow, robe already becoming damp. Hair is pushed back as head turns quickly to look at N'all.

N'all motions to the men who set the buckets down, they have ladles in them, "Everyone here will drink two ladles of water. It's really hot outside." He slaps on a wide-brimmed straw hat and has a large drink of some sort in his hand. He looks like a big, mean, cabana boy.

Imara taps her foot nervously. To stop it, she steps on the offending food. She looks at N'all and nods.

Katolnar nods, moving to his turn in line. Despite his sunburn, he looks fairly composed.

Marila glances at the water and wrinkles her nose, "Do we um have to drink the water sir?"

Raven stands in line, nervously wringing her hands.

From the Sands> Rnayth is clearly awake, and looming protectively over the eggs where he sits back on his orangy bronze haunches beside Tiarnath. His tail twitches, swishing back and forth in a flurry of action. He rumbles deeply, the growly sound echoing through the cavern.

N'all nods to Marila, "If you don't, you may passout, and then you will be under the feet of the hatchlings, do you want that to happen?"

"Water? Oh please!" Auralia moves towards the buckets with speed, pushing other out of the way to get to it. She drinks, long and hard, obviously annoyed when her two ladels are finished.

Gemini moves towards the line as well, trying to contain his nervousness and doing a fairly good job of it.

Conor drinks, and then fills the ladel to pass it on to the person behind him.

Arliana says "I'd drink it. You could.. " She stops, then nods, "It's important. Even if you don't faint, you could still get heatsick."

Miranor gets on line for the water. At her turn she drinks almost greedily and then wipes her lips. Moving out of the way for the others behind her, she glances around the room almost curiously.

From the Sands> K'laarn strides over from the entrance to the hatching cavern.

Nareisa nods, "It /is/ hot," she mumbles. She said that already of course. Flap flap shirt. "Hatch..." okay, of course, she remembers. She doesn't protest the drinking at all, just waits her turn with nervousness quite evident.

Shadara hmmms and gets a drink from a water flask, "Want me to wait on the sands now N'all?

Aidan is patient as he waits in line--ok, so he's anything but. He does, however, manage to keep from pushing and pulling his way to the front to get to the water. Finally, though, he makes it, and the water is gulped down; the one ladle first, the next following shortly after.

Raven drinks from the ladle.

Marila wrinkles her nose but drinks the water with an irritating slowness as she sips at it.

Gemini drinks his share, two ladels full. Turning to hand the ladel to the next as he licks his lips of the moisture.

Imara gulps up her two ladlefulls as it is handed to her, and passes it on to the next person.

N'all waits until everyone's done, "Those of you who are still thirsty, may have some more. Also, don't over drink." He shakes his head to Shadara, "You'll go out with the first group, you and T'dru."

Arliana gets her requisite ladles of water, then steps out of the way for the people behind her.

From the Sands> Telinda turns, smiling to K'laarn as he rushes out to the sands, hand wiping hair from her face, "It's happening again!"she calls over to him.

Theida stands in line, nodding to N'all, but mostly concerned with her robe. Her constant twitching and tugging a twisting gives the idea that she is /really/ uncmfortable in this getup. When it's her turn, she drinks from the ladel and returns to her robe.

Katolnar takes his two ladels, and then moves quietly out of the way, ending up next to Marila.

Nareisa takes her sip, somehow having managed to have got /right/ at the end of the line. Must be the shortness. Or something.

Craw takes his turn drinking the water but doesn't say anything, not yet anyways.

T'dru stands patiently to one side, attention fixed intently on N'all.

From the Sands> K'laarn jogs in, not even looking winded. He grins really large and rakes a calloused, wind-roughened hand through his hair to give it a last minute straighten. "Rnayth just told me." He says as he approaches Telinda. Rnayth seems pleased to see K'laarn, greeting him with a brassy trumpet that fills the air . The Weyrleader laughs, tossing his head back to look up at his lifemate. "What? I wouldn't miss this, you big brute. I was just out talking to some of the riders." Then he's beside the Weyrwoman, reaching out to her to take her inhis arms for an warm embrace, "They're going to hatch now." He says proudly.

Marila grins a touch at Katolnar, she pushes some of her curls out of her eyes.

From the Sands> A few of the eggs in the middle shudder, trickling grains of sand out of the mound.

From the Sands> Rnayth sets to humming, a deep, baritone rumble that seems to radiate through the very stone and reverberate through the air. The bronze gets to his feet and hitches along, pacing briefly -- seeming to be extremely impaitent. Then he settles, sitting back on his haunches in a place very near to Tiarnath, still humming his welcoming song.

N'all looks outside, towards the Sands, "Okay, people, it's time!"

Arliana stands up straight again, hands clasped firmly behind her.

Auralia looks blank, "Time?" Then she realizes. Oh yeah, we're going out onto the sands. Whoops. She moves into place, ready, but not.

"Now?" Marila yelps.

Gemini straightens his robe for the last time as he moves out of the way of a few candidates still needing to drink. He then looks up andmakes a bit of a face before again looking calm.

Shadara nods, "Yup, remember to bow to Tiarnath, Rnayth, Telinda and K'laarn."

From the Sands> K'laarn comments. "Rnayth's wondering if they spaced out the eggs enough. Fretful creature!" He accuses, glancing up at thebronze good-naturedly.

Aidan looks up to N'all; are those walnuts on his eyes? No, apparently not. His eyes have widened considerably. "Now?" he echoes Marila.

From the Sands> Tiarnath shifts a little uncomfortably, even for her these sands are now way too hot. A wiggle of a wind cools her down a little, but sends sand towards Telinda, who snorts and waves a hand at the gold to stop that.

N'all says "BOW when you see the queen, for a loose semi-circle."

Katolnar gives Marila an utterly paniced look for a bare moment, and then grins. he leans close to murmur something to her, and then moves on to Nareisa as well."

N'all nods, "Okay, Aidan, Arliana, Auralia go, Shadara and T'dru, too."

Aidan gives a quick nod and, giving one more glance to the others, steps onto the Sands.

T'dru nods once and steps quietly out.

Auralia meeps, "Me? First?" Gulp.

You walk toward the sizzling hot sands.

(We move onto the sands)

Shadara bows to Telinda and Tiarnath and again to Rnayth and K'laarn before heading over by them, to the cooler section of the sands to wait for those that impress.

Auralia bows deeply to Tiarnath, Rnayth, K'laarn and Telinda. She then moves over to the other side of the sands, looking worried.

Conor blinks a bit, head rocking back slightly from the immense heat. Still,he bows to the dam and sire, before taking a place with the others.

First Candidate onto the Sands. Quite a responsibility for this lit--young Candidate. Young, not little. "Don't trip," he murmurs, turning first to Tiarnath. He glances to Shadara and T'dru, and then gives the best bow he can manage with what little breath he can find, and the same treatment is given to Rnayth. Finally, satisfied with his effort, he moves over into his place in the semi-circle.

Gemini steps out onto the hot sands and does a little shuffle. Then he bows to dame and sire as well as the weyrleaders before taking a place in the circle.

Craw walks to the where he is suppose to be and then does the required bows before finding a spot to wait for the dragonets to come out, only a slight twitch is the only show of emotion.

T'dru gives Weyrwoman and Weyrleader a salute. A short bow directed at Rnayth and Tiarnath follows, then he quickly finds himself a decent spot not too far away to intervene if there's trouble, yet not so close that he's in the way.

Arliana follows along behind Aidan, near to Auralia. Unclasping her hands from behind her, she grabs the edges of her robe. Dam, sire and Weyrleaders each get a quick bow before she steps over a bit to join in the semicircle forming.

Tiarnath gazes suspiciously at the sudden influx of candidates, head lowered as she glances over them in assessment. Snorting, as if something has been said to calm her fears, she eases herself to a crouch, her tail coiling around her flanks. Telinda flashes her lifemate an encouraging smile and then, slightly turning her head over her shoulder, she grins at K'laarn, squeezing his hand, before finally turning her attention to the rocking eggs. "I hope this goes quick, we don't want fainting candidates!"

Marila slips onto the sand with a light step, she bows quickly and then bounces to somewhere near Katolnar. She squints a bit as she looksaround.

Imara bows deeply toward first Tiarnath and Rnayth, then Telinda and K'laarn. She blinks dazedly when she looks up, and walks uncertainly toward the group of candidates.

Shadara chuckles and grins at Telinda, "We'll hope not."

Miranor steps nervously onto the sands, bowing to Tiarnath, Rnayth, Telinda and K'laarn before shifting into the semi-circle of white robes.

Katolnar coughs from the heat, his sunburned skin showing brightly on the sands. He bows nervously to Tiarnath and Rnayth, edging as far away from them as he can. Mari gets a grin and a blind offer of a hand.

Raven bows deeply to Tiarnath, Rnayth, K'laarn and Telinda, and then moves to stand in the semi circle facing the eggs, and marveling atthe wavey heat rising up, shifting her uncomfortable feet.

K'laarn releases the Weyrwoman and then turns slightly to observe the procession of candidates and weyrlingmasters that swell on the sand.He does keep one grasp on the Weyrwoman though, the same hand she squeezed."Same here. Remember.. well you probably wouldn't remember. Butit has happened." His teeth show in this last, almost feral grin.

Aidan almost misses the next step, with the heat as it is. His hand flares out quickly, groping for the first stability it can find. "Sorry," he says to a female Candidate; he didn't miss her shoulder, but... he came close.

Auralia waves Raven over, once the girl has bowed, "Hold my hand, Raven?"She offers Arli her other hand, and waits, nervously.

Raven holds Auralia's hand, and bites her lip. "Of course, Auri."

Arliana flashes a quick grin at Aidan, "Careful, careful."

Theida makes a dutiful bow to Tiarnath and Rnayth before anxiously finding her place near Raven.

N'all walks out, last. He bows deeply to Tiarnath and Rnayth. He then walks over and assumes his place by the Weyrleader.

Nareisa emerges from the tunnel half-tripping on that overlong skirt. She narrowly misses bowling into another candidate. "Sorry," she's bright red. Wildly she looks around, "Kat" she hisses. There's so many candidates there... where did he go? "Where are you?" movement nearby prompts her to do the bowing thing too.

N'all pushes up on the brim of his straw hat, and offers a wineskin to the weyrleader, and whispers something to him.

Imara moves to stand next to Raven and holds out her hand. "Mind if I join you?"

Aidan rolls his eyes at such clumsiness, glancing at Arli with a smile--forced, most likely. "I'm trying," he murmurs, glancing back out over the Sands to search for a Candidate in particular.

Marila takes Katolnar's hand probably more than a bit tighter than she meant to. She chews her bottom lip and then glances away from the shifting clutch, searching the crowds. Well what she can see of them.

Slowly, the eggs of the clutch stir, beginning to rock, late starters joining those that had already begun. Heat wavers over the sands, contorting the light, as mirages dance and shimmy between awakening eggs.

Arliana nods a bit, stuffing her hands behind her, clasped tightly once more.

Katolnar's voice rings out a bit too loudly in the rustling of sand and shuffling. "Reisa? Mari n' I are over here." He gropes blindly in the direction of her voice. "Shardit, can't see a flaming thing."

K'laarn then eyes the gold egg. "I'm especially interested to see whom the new queen will Impress. We have many promising women on the sands here today." He looks a little pensive. "Ever since Eliora.. well it will be nice to have a new gold." Then he glances to his side wheer the Weyrlingmaster stands and then nods, replying something that isn't audible above the noise now on the sands, taking the skin with a mighty and companionable clout to N'all's shoulder and back.

"Aidan," Miranor's somewhat quiet words are offered across the row. Hearing the familiar voice, she nearly topples herself when she bumps into him. "Jays, we're as blind as watchwhers out here," she remarks softly.

Gemini looks out towards where the eggs should be as he stops and blinks. He stops and squints trying to see better. Feet shifting as the sands burn through the sandals.

Nareisa heard that voice. She edges thataway. "Kat," hissed again, overloud on the hatching sands. "I can't see a thing." Mumblemumble. Whoops! "Sorry." She dances back from someone's toes.

Slowly, the eggs of the clutch stir, beginning to rock, late starters joining those that had already begun. Heat wavers over the sands, contorting the light, as mirages dance and shimmy between awakening eggs.

N'all doesn't stumble too much with the clout, maybe a little for show to help the WL's ego. He takes a sip from a large mug he himself is carrying. He grins at K'laarn, one of those rare, genuine ones.

Auralia calls out across the sands, her voice strangly confident now that she's here, "I can't see most of you, but good luck. To all of you. And congratulations in advance." She moves her feet uneasily, holding Raven's hand tight.

Aidan looks up at Miranor, offering a grin and settling back into position. "Much worse, I think," he offers in return. A wink is given, though his attention travels to the rocking eggs soon after. Aidan rocks back and forth as they do. "The heat... this rocking... it'smaking me sick..." he murmurs.

Regal Luminary Egg gives a contained quiver and rolls over to one side, the yellowish patches of its coat mingling with the color of the hot-hot-hot sands.

Arliana gives Aidan a worried glance, then unclenches her hands to offer him one. "Don't faint on me, okay?"

Telinda nods, with a smile, to the Weyrlingmasters as they too wander onto the sands and into their positions. "I'm very interested to, but the sooner the better in this heat." She glances up at the gold, who's holding out a wing for her lifemate, "Thank you dearest, that should help a little."

Raven holds her friends' hands tight and does the steamy sands shuffle with her feet, swallowing a bit at the lack of saliva which she swore was there before they came out here.

Katolnar reaches out and grabs what he obeviously thinks is Reisa's hand. There is a squeal, followed by the sound of a smack and a sheepish, "Sorry." The second time, he grabs Reisa's hand and pulls her in with Marila.

The Midnight Creek Egg briefly dances in place, leaving a scuffle in the sand before it settling down to rest again.

Aidan puts one hand in Arliana's, the other in Miranor's. Quite the stud, no? "I'll try..." is sputtered in brief, hurried breaths.

The heat from the sands, combined with the heat in the air, makes the sands seem to ripple as if something just beneath the surface was just waking up.

Gemini wipes stinging sweat from his eyes "Shards if it isn't one thing it's another.." he mutters and blinks. "Umm did something just move?"

K'laarn seems to swell up with pride, and uncorking the skin he offers it first to Telinda, muttering under the noise as if to explain what it is. He continues to smile, a large, friendly expression combined with excitement and a sense of achievement.

Imara blinks as she looks around the sands. She gives Raven's hand a squeeze, her other hanging by her side, fingers twitching.

Telinda quirks an eyebrow at K'laarn, "You sure that's a good idea out here? I don't want a drunken.. ahh, thanks!" she says, lifting a hand to the weyrlingmaster.

Marila steps closer to what she hopes is Katolnar, she mutters, "I'm trying to see my family, but I can't spot them at all through all this glare." She blinks at the squeal, "What was that?"

N'all nods to Telinda.

Miranor's free hand tries to clear her brow. The motion, however, seems fruitless. Squeezing Aidan's hand a bit, she swallows hard. "How will know to run," is a quietly voiced concern.

Harbour Lady Egg gives a long shuddering twitch, sand shifting away from where its hardened side rests against the grainy surface beneath - a barely noticeable rhythm beginning as the hatchling inside struggles to break free.

Nareisa wipes her brow. "Thanks, it's HOT..." she nevertheless squeezes that hand tight, and scoots closer to Katolnar, the combination of the hot sands and nervousness making her move from foot to foot. "Good luck," she hisses.

Katolnar mutters at Marila as he flushes. Of course, with that burn, who can tell. "Gresel." A pause and his head swings towards the noise. "Shells - what *was* that?"

Aidan gives a paniced glance to Miranor, shrugging. "I don't know ... maybe we can hear it?" he offers hopefully.

Arliana glances around Aidan to Miranor, "We'll look out. Warn each other, okay? Just watch."

Theida runs the back of her hand along her driping forehead, squinting a bit to catch the few signs of movement she can be sure.

Move? Where? Auralia can't see it, "Did an egg move? Anyone? I can't see! Shardit why doesn't it clear up a little!"

Miranor's head bobs to Arliana. "Good plan..." is all she gets out before a blink. "Something? There...?"

Marila seems to be finally over taken by nervousness. She can't see, things are moving on the sands. She does the only thing she can do. She hiccups.

Gemini pushes back purple hair and scoots closer to a candidate next to him "Things are moving aren't they?" he stage whispers as feet shuffle in the heat.

The Sky Spires Egg rocks in place several times, then goes still, like the calm before a storm.

Across the blazing Sands, a small green wades thru a shimmering lake. As shemoves around, it becomes clear that the lake is just a mirage caused by the ferocious heat generated by the obscene heat.

Tiarnath coils her tail around her haunches, gazing over the shimmering heat waves that roll across the sands towards the gently rocking eggs of her clutch. Possessiveness evident in every line of her body, she hmmmmmms loudly, the sound echoing through her chest and the stone around her as the Southern dragons herald the impending hatching.

Craw looks around the place where he is but stills stays quiet. The lad eye's are wide not that anyone can see and he has backed up as much as he can.

Arliana shakes her head about, lifting her hair off her neck briefly. "I don't know. It's so hard to tell."

Shadara hmmms and watches, sipping occasionally from a flask, waiting for the first impression to take place.

Conor shifts his feet, wiping again at the sweat dripping down his face.

Nareisa continues the continuous nervous movement. "Can you see?" Maybe it's just her height. "Have any hatched?"

K'laarn wipes his brow, wincing slightly as sweat drips into his eyes. "Sharding heat. " He mutters. He glances toward the eggs and says, "Hey is that a green.. oh.. no it isn't." He grins bashfuly and explains. "Thought I saw the first hatching."

Regal Luminary Egg begins to rock more insistently, as though the heat of the sands beneath it has finally become too much, no longer caressing, but something from which it must escape. A series of short, precise movements sets it bouncing, sand crunching beneath its hardened surface, rippling with the demanding efforts of the hatchling within.

N'all's feet are planted firmly shoulder width apart. He quickly scans his gaze over his assistants then over the candidates. He takes another drink from his mug. He then offers a hankerchief to K'laarn. Always prepared.

Katolnar squeezes Nareisa and Marila's hands. "I can't tell. I *thought* something had but I'm going crosseyed in this heat."

Imara shuts her eyes tight, keeping them closed for a moment, then opens them. She shakes her head. "Nope, that didn't work." She looks at her empty hand. "Shells, I can barely even see my hand!"

Aidan releases the girls' hands momentarily, taking this moment to pull his robe into the balls that are his fists. After a moment containing deep breaths, closed eyes, and shuffling feet, the hands are pushed back outwards and to the girls. Eyes open, he watches ... listens ... for hatchlings.

Raven bites her lip and shuts her eyes, trying to hear as she shifts her feet, the sounds of shuffling feet, swishing robes, sweaty limbs skiffing against other surfaces, and eggs rocking, cracking rolling moving cloud her mind.

K'laarn laughs and shakes his head at N'all this time, pulling out his own. He was prepared for this one at least.

Marila hiccups again, "Something's out there..feel like *hiccup* Faranth I should have had more water..." She squints through all the glare moving her head a little bit.

Several small cracks appear in the shell of the Worshipful Colours Egg before it goes motionless again.

The Mountain Home Egg shudders against two of its fellows, tiny tapping sounds coming from within before subsiding.

Gemini blinks again as sweat stings his eyes and makes them water. "Wish I could see...somthing."

Nareisa peers through the heat. "Can you see N'all?" Can anyone see ANYTHING? "How will we know if one is coming over?"

Shadara chuckles a bit and shakes her head, "Better to be able to see mirages and think you see them, than not being able to see because it's too dark and the clouds are blocking the moon."

N'all chuckles a little bit, dips the hankerchief in his mug, lifts up his hat, and places the now damp cloth on his head, replacing the hat above it. N'all is probably visible as that straw-hat wearing tower over .there..

Harbour Lady Egg seems to be gaining a bit of speed as it rocks back and forth in the hole that its exertions are creating below it. The tides of life are washing over it from within, ebb and flow, high and low as it shakes and jiggles in its methodic way.

Arliana takes the same opportunity to quickly make a feeble attemtp at drying her own hands. She grabs Aidan's outstretched hand again, grasping it a bit mroe tightly. "Do you see one yet?"

Theida blinks repeatedly, making sure her eyes aren't playing any tricks. "Maybe we should just try to listen for them..."

Katolnar's tone tries to be soothing, though it cracks. "We'll hear 'em, Reisa." He doesn't sound very confident about it. "Just stay on your toes and ready to dodge."

Aidan gives his own, contemptious snort. "See one? I can't see -anything-?" he complains, pushing a step forward and squinting to try and pierce the haze hanging over the Sands.

As if disturbed by a quaking of the land that it stands upon, the Regal Luminary Egg shudders once more racked from within by impending forces of doom. A slow vibration disturbs the lilac tendrils creeping down the smooth surface, obscuring them further in the haze of blinding heat. Half a breath later, fine traceries -- like cracks webbing through the fabric of a building -- creep upward, the burnished gold trembling in the light of the sun, until ultimately, its inhabitant succeeds in collapsing its walls in a shimmer of shards.

---*** Wafted Frond Fan Mirage Hatchling ***---

The air of the hatching grounds, heavy with humidity, hangs oppressively -- unmoving. Only the oscillation of light hugging close to the sands seems to be moving. Over one location, the air seems to solidify -- bending and waving, up and down. This patch of animated light appears to be constructed of green fronds, bowing gently, sweeping the heat away. A fan, large enough to actually have some use against the baking temperatures, pushes forward the shade beneath -- cooling the air just enough by the motion of each stroke.

Gemini steps a bit sideways and bumps into Imara. "Ooops sorry.." He murmurs softly before wiping again at the sweat the runs down hisface.

Miranor's head leans forward like a statuette on the front of a ship, trying to listen. "I hear...tapping..." she murmurs to Aidan and Arliana. "But..can't tell from...where..." A loud sound tugs her head. "There...that was something...:

Eggs? Who cares about eggs now. Dovee just tries to cool off. Not that she ever cared about eggs, "I wish this would just be all over so I could go home," she mutters to a candidate close by, a candidate that even if he can't see her, still knows who it is.

Marila shuts her eyes, "Maybe we should all be quiet.. *hiccup* so we can *hiccup* hear them better. Faranth I'm scared.." Alright she's admitted it.

Raven hears a crack and what sounds like a hatchling coming from an egg. "Imara, Marila, can you see anything? It sounded like an egg hatched. I could have sworn I heard ichor spilling and sizzling...

Shadara ahhhs and grins as the first hatchling appears, "And once more we can't tell what color it is." she says with a chuckle and a shake of her head.

The Distorted Sunlight Egg and Delicate Curve Egg clack against each other, fractures spreading across both surfaces and allowing chips of shell to flake away like the whiteness of the worst High Reaches snowstorm. Soon a bronze and a green stand where the eggs were, flipping shards from their hides and looking about.

Nareisa's hand tightens on Katolnar's at the word 'dodge'. Not the best instinct under the circumstances, perhaps. "I... was that something?"

As the sand shimmers, it's hard to tell which is the bronze hatchling and which is the green, but a flash of metallic hue practically rushing towards an older boy from Thessaly Hold, while the other takes her time in choosing her lifemate, is the give away. Finally she stops in front of lanky Vojah and nudges him softly. "Aye, I will," V'jah murmers to his new lifemate, nodding as one of the weyrlingmasters helps the new pair from the sands.

Rnayth bugles loudly, excitement ringing in the metallic tones echoing from his throat. Something momentous must of happened by the sound of that enthusiastic ringing. His tail crashes into the sand, stirring it into a small cloud that quickly settles.

Aidan's grip goes considerably tighter as his piercing gaze seems to have caught something. "Do you see that? I see something!" he gasps, relasing his grips to point outwards to the hatchling.

"Was that? Is it? Raven? Did one just hatch?" Auri looks around, craning her neck to try and get a look, but not getting anywhere with it, "I think it did! Theres a dragonet on the loose!"

Katolnar jumps at Rnayth's bugle and then tells those nearest him, "I think something hatched and impressed."

Raven blinks. "Vojah Impressed!"

Arliana stays put still, her arm pulled forward by Aidan's movement. "Over that way? I think you're right! But it's so hard to see it."

Craw jumps at the bugle that seems to come from everywhere and then wipes hishand over his forehead. The lad starts to quietly whisper to himself stuff but what it is can not be made out.

Imara sighs as she wipes her wet face with an equally wet hand. "I changed my mind, this is hotter than the desert." She looks behind her. "Oh hi... Gemini?" Quickly turning to look at Raven, she asks, "What happened?"

Telinda positively beams, her expression radiant. Hand reaches out for K'laarn's, as she grins once more and returns her attention to the sands, shifting her stance to place a hand against Tiarnath's golden hide.

Gemini clenches his jaw and looks about "Did..was it?" he then gives up and concentrates on listening.

The hot sands seem to be dotted here and there with small patches of rippling liquid, movement just at the periphery of vision, coalescing into the familiar grainy consistency of mere sand as soon as the eye focuses on them directly.

While mutters of "Vojah?" "V'jah!" "Congratulations, Vo!" pass through some of the candidates, Auralia just smiles, refraining from adding her voice to the din.

Belira is busy amongst a bunch of candidates her age. Oofs and ouches come periodically from the group, each accompanied by a "Sorry!" from the blonde girl.

Obscured by candidates, the Crystal Canyon Egg vanishes entirely from sight at the same moment an audible *snap* rings across the Sands. Soon, the swift-moving form of a dragonet works its way across the Sands toward a very young lad from Island River. A tumbling of limbs - draconic and human - ends with the boy slightly bruised but stroking his lifemate in a most apologetic manner, assuring the blue dragonetthat he's just fine.

As if pitching in the same sea its shell calls to mind, the Harbour Lady Egg continues with its slow methodical rocking in a burrow of sand, gaining more and more speed as the moments pass. Just when the wave-like pitching reaches an impossibly quick crescendo, the eggbreaks away into countless waves of greyish-blue shards to reveal the heat-cloaked form of a dragonet.

---*** Clouded Sunny Day Mirage Hatchling ***---

Between the heated sands and the relentless brilliance of the sun above, the heat is nearly unbearable. Distortions of light from the layer of air trapped against the scorching sand fools the eye. But there, now, something condenses over the sands. Delicate puffs of clouds form, gleaming reflected sunshine on their upper surfaces, greying with shade beneath. Such clouds would banish the heat should theycongregate in the sunny skies, and then there's the distant possibility of a cool shower.

Marila wipes her arm across her eyes as she hiccups, "Who saw that? " She hiccups over and over again for several moments. "Kat? You there?"

Conor takes short quiet breaths in the heat, straining forward to try to see.

Aidan almost appears to bounce on the sands, pointing to the hatchling from the Crystal Canyon egg. "I know him!" he blurts, grinning. Soon after, his eyes avert to the clouds on the Sands--or are they? Either way, he sees them, but keeps quiet for the moment.

Raven grapples at Imara's arm. "I heard another snap. So many snappings. The heat makes my eyes hurt!" she says, shifting her feet repetatively and trying to see through the wavey haze.

In the center of the clutch, the small the Majestic Erosion Egg egg shatters, leaving a steady, quiet green hatchling at its end. As the green crosses the Sands towards a young Starcrafter whose attention is everywhere but on the Hatchlings, the Desert Sunrise Egg egg hatches a squat brown hatchling who slowly makes his way towards a lass from Central Hold.

Sunlight glints of the sands, catches on the miniscule shards of Shell which remain and reflects off the Queen's Golden hide, causing a rather blinding cacophony of visual sensation.

Wafted Frond Fan Mirage Hatchling spreads wide a delicate expanse of fronds, holding them for a long moment above the ground before sweeping them downwards, sending a gentle breeze forward. Deliberately it moves in one direction, the long stem of the fan just barely trailing along in the sand.

Shadara grins and leads the new pair off the sands, into the weyrling room and then comes back out after the new pair has a bucket of meat and some water to trink and oil for after the feeding is complete

Nareisa whips around trying to see. "They're everywhere," it's an almost inaudible hiss. Her grip on Katolnar's tightens yet more, and she edges closer to him.

Katolnar's tone is amused. "That better be me holding your hand, Mari. Hold your breath and see if that helps." The word drifts off into a yelp as Nareisa tightens her grip.

Arliana scoots a step forwqard, peering through the haze. "I can't tell who. Who was it?"

Gemini blinks "That's not.." and then shakes his head "I think I'm seing things..clouds and fans.."

Theida gives up on the watching for a moment to rip off the hem of her robe. She ties it around her head, hoping it will help keep the sweat out of her eyes so she can at least keep them open...

Imara looks out at the sands and squints. "Are those hatchlings?" She smiles at Raven. "I know how you feel." She gives Raven's hand a comforting squeeze."

After feeling the twinge of air moving Craw says in a bit louder voice "Hello, is that somebody?" Craw looks around for a mont in the have at the shapes and everything before going back to his fast paced whispering.

Aidan looks sheepishly at Arliana, shrugging. "Someone from Island River. I know him--I think?" He shrugs again, a faint blush rising through the Sands' haze.

Marila squeezes Katolnar's hand tighter. She suddenly takes a deep breath, and continues to watch what little she can. Curls cling damply to her face. She keeps holding that breath.

Auralia rubs her eyes in the hope that it is just her who can't see a thing. When it doesn't work, she goes back to peering around blindly, holding Raven's hand tight, "You're both still there, aren't you? Raven, Imara?"

Nareisa yipes. "Sorry," sheepishly. "I'm just er..." she glances over. Can he hear her? The straw-hatted tower is nowhere to be seen "Scared," in a low voice.

Raven squeezes Auralia's hand. "I'm here... I think."

Arliana grins, purposefully taking Aidan's hand again, then turning in a different direction from which he's looking. "You watch that way. I'll watch this."

A flurry of shards flip in every direction as the Sunken Knowledge Egg bursts open on the far side of the clutch to reveal a diminutive blue who announces his presence with a loud bugling, amazing for one so small. He peers around with curiosity before taking a step towards a small knot of candidates all clutching each others' hands. More steps follow, and he plows directly into a young Bakercraft girl knocking the lass down and tearing her grip from her fellows. Instead of pain-filled screams, a shout of triumph rings through the air.

A crackling sound echoes across the Hatching Grounds from the Painted Blackness Egg, pieces of its shell appearing to darken before flaking off. A dark brown hatchling flops from its confines, wallowing briefly in the sands before getting to his feet and creeling his hunger. He continues to vocalize as he ambles towards the candidates, sniffing each one before settling eyes on Rayoji, a lad from the Woodcraft. The two blink at each other for a few moments, as if in silent negotiation, before Rayoji finally reaches out to smooth the brown's eyeridge as he grins, "I hear you!" R'oji's tone growing sheepish, he adds, "And I love you too."

Katolnar hisses to Marila, "Don't hold it that long or you'll faint." He gives her arm a little shake, rubbing his jaw against his shoulder.

Imara calls in Auralia's direction, "I'm here... but I'm not sure where that is."

Clouded Sunny Day Mirage Hatchling coalesces suddenly and begins its slow drift, letting some stray breeze that touches nothing else waft it here and there across the Hatching Grounds. A flicker of shadow laces across an egg as the shapeless form passes by, but is quickly drifting off somewhere else again before it can cool a thing.

Aidan frowns slightly, shaking his head as the sweat-dampened locks threaten to fall."I can't see anything, though," he complains, frown deepening. "I want to watch everything, though."

Tiarnath bugles at the hatchlings find lifemates, lowering her muzzle to inspect the new addition to Pern's fighting force. With a small, delicate, and warmly tinged croon for her newest son, she sends him on his way, watching with cerulean-tinged eyes as they searches for their new lifemate.

Miranor's eyes squint, her useless attempt to see. The runnertail lays wet against her neck as she sighs. "I'll just listen," she offers quietly and tries to do just that.

Theida leans towards the form next to her, who it is, she can't tell. "Do you know how many have hatched? Are they still running around? Did they impress yet?"

Raven blinks a little and clears her throat. "I think I just saw a cloud..."

Marila glances in the direction of Katolnar's voice, "I wll not faint.. I never faint.." Hiccup.

Auralia tries to laugh, but doesn't succeed very well. She nods, even though no one can see her do it. The Impressions aren't seen, or heard, and she remains in the dark that there have been more than one of two.

Pillar of Strength Egg gives a wobble, the base of the large egg shimmying in the sands. Impetuous shakes from within rock it to and fro, until it finally comes to rest, again.

Gemini snorts "Have to be sseing things..don't I?" Blinking as something wafts across the sands.

Arliana hmms, stretching her arm out as she shuffles a half step over. "I can't either. Just try to see."

Katolnar jumps a bit at a shadow, pulling Nareisa a bit closer. "What was that?" Paranoia begins to make an inroad in the candidate's voice. And he hisses again to Marila, "Hold your breath again. Just... don't hold it long."

With each bugle of dragons Craw seems to get smaller and smaller. The small whispers that Craw is doing is picking up in volume but is still not loud enough to be heard.

Imara grins at Raven. "I envy you. I can't see a thing, just a big blur."

Covered with a glassy sheen, the the smooth texture of the hatching sands is broken by a flickering spiral of sand as it whirls up from the ground, perhaps triggered by the movement of one of the hatchlings or kicked up by a candidate, leaving faint scratches across the shifting, melting surface.Two eggs split at once on opposite edges of the clutch - the Bloody Towers Egg bursting into a bright display of shards that shimmer down around a green dragonet just as the Winged Innovation Egg tips over and splits open to reveal a sturdy blue. The green rights herself and instantly singles out a sunburned young girl from Honshu. The blue lingers a bit, surveying the boys that stand before him until his muzzlepushes into one barrel-chested lad who whoops for joy!

Auralia adds, "It'd be nice to have something to focus on, defiantly."

Nareisa has NO objection right now to being pulled closer to someone. Anyone.Or Katolnar in particular. "I don't know... maybe... is one coming this way?" eek.

Conor's hair is beginning to stick straight up on his head from the sweat and his hands running through it.

Wafted Frond Fan Mirage Hatchling drifts across the sands, frond tips sweeping a faint trail to mark its passage. A refreshing coolness is directed towards a small cluster of candidates as it pauses on its journey, the image rippling from top to bottom as it holds still, long, cool shadows cast in one direction and then another. Quivering with a decisive response it resumes moving again, and the breeze beneath it picks up as it wafts more quickly, waving fronds and expanse of shadow combining to focus on the One it wants.

Marila scowls and holds her breath again, but stops. "I'm not holding my breath again. Its ridiculous." She hiccups and only squeezes at the hand she's holding with an iron grip come from her days spent in the garden.

Clouded Sunny Day Mirage Hatchling continues its slow drift in a random pattern, although its path does trace closer and closer to those white-robed figures surrounding the clutch. Its form holds a promise - maybe of cooling rain, maybe of a chilling shadow that will make its way across the ground. Whatever secrets this cloudy shape might hold, its definitely not revealing it yet.

Aidan becomes engrossed in his Sand-watching, sand-listening. He tries to keep tabs on what he can see of the Hatchlings, though it becomes more difficult as his eyes begin to water at the heat.

Raven swallows again. "Can anyone see what's going on?" she asks plaintively.

Wafted Frond Fan Mirage Hatchling wafts with an amazing amount of grace over the sands, movements slow and ponderous in search of that elusive lifemate. Backtracking, to a small knot of candidates, she makes her choice, her deep, layered green muzzle poking you in the chest, her decision finally made.

Leisurely making its way through a lush tropical jungle, a ribbon of water winds like a streamer from a child's kite, sweeping toward a mysterious, dimly lit pool of water that bathes this hatchling in depths of layered watery-greens. Rich olive-greens flow smoothly over her flanks, muscles delineated by ripples of deep sapphire, almost as if the water's edge were captured by moonlight, whilst her neckridges are graced with a delicate pattering of mossy-greens, like long tendrils of greenery hung from the boughs of a riverside tree. Shadows lengthen down the curve of her belly -- the promise of secrets, passed into legend -- toward her lithe limbs, the verdant-green seamlessly shading into the jet-black of her sharp talons. Pinions blaze with a dazzling burst of yellow-green -- as though the sun had placed a flamboyant handprint there -- gradually darkening over her leading edges -- the colour of lilypads floating on the surface of a well-hidden pond -- before paling amidst the gently dappled greens of her wingsails

Blinding light flashes directly in front of you -- your own personal sun -- and causes you to close your eyes, sending you swirling from the sands. Caught within a ribbon of moisture, your senses are dappled with the cooler shades of a tropical rainforest, the delicate drip of moisture from verdant leafs audible in the background, as a soothing, peaceful sound. Then a presence joins you, inducing momentarychaos, but creating order a heartbeat later. This is a partnership, not domination, and as the voice strengthens with her look, you begin to /feel/ emotions coloured with rainbow brightness and the joy they bring.

<< You will know me as Iesath, Auralia>>

Not just a dazzling voice, but also confident and wise,

<< I'm hungry! >>

Ruddy Rock Ravine Egg doesn't tremble so much as bulge, the red shell seeming to stretch as muzzle and talons seeks escape. Strange bumps appear near the apex, crimson shadows showing the faintest striations zigzagging into cracks.

Nareisa pages: congratulations :)

Katolnar's response to Marila, as he shifts to try to ease his feet, is a trifle peevish. "Shells, woman! Don't break my fingers." Then hard on the heels of that, "What was that?"

Gemini sighs softly as he pushes back hair and wipes sweat from his brow. Muttering beneath his breath at not being able to see hatchlings.

Imara shakes her head. "I have no idea, Raven. I hear things, but there's too much noise. I can't make any sense of it."

Marila squints, "I I think someone impressed?" She tilts her head as she looks, "I can't *hiccup* tell.." She however does not lessen her grip.

Nareisa blinkblinks, misinterpreting who Kat is speaking to. After all, it's not as if she can see. "Sorry," eep. "What was what?"

Shadara chuckles softly and nods, "Now see, I knew Saith was right." she says as she see's Auralia impress, "What is her name Auralia?"

Auralia turns to Raven saying, "I keep thinking, which of these dragonets that I can't see will look into one of my friends eyes and say -" She stops, and then drops to the ground, "We'll be together forever, Iesath!"

[Auralia Impresses Rainforest Valley Green Iesath]

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Arliana tugs on Aidan, "Look.. look over there. Isn't that Auri?"

Telinda pages: Congrats!

Pillar of Strength Egg shivers as though a tremour rocks the sands beneath it, the gentle wobbling of the strong blacks of its base amplified to drastic shakes of its reddish crest. Sand scatters from around it, as the large egg repeatedly shakes with violence.

Raven blinks at Auralia and smiles, holding onto Imara, biting her lip...

Aidan looks to Auralia, a grin breaking to his face as the hatchling's color finally focuses. "Auri!" he cries triumphantly, the grin now threatening to split his face in two. He gives a quick, excited nod to Arliana. "Yeah--Iesath? Did she say Iesath?" he asks the two,squinting again.

From afar, Aeriel smiles. "Congrats!"

Craw pages: Gratz :)

Katolnar asks, this time squeezing the girls' hands, "Who? Auralia? Was it that - is that a green?"

Nareisa tiptoes, like that will help, or add much to her height anyway. "It sounded like her..."

Gemini turns in time to glimpse a flash of color. Then hearing Auralia he smiles "Nice name...Iesath.." he rolls it over his tongue. "I think that's what she said.."

"Did Auralia impress? I mean is that what happened, can somebody please tell me what is going on." Craw finallyl breaks down and says "I mean I can't see anything, it sure is hot here, I mean really hot."

Marila wails, "I don't know if its her or not!" She tries to peer into the haze again, she hiccups.

Bluestone's Omen Egg has arrived.

Miranor's voice echoes to those around her. "Iesath...what a lovely name," she remarks before repeating many of the same questions filtering in the air. "Green? Who? Crackdusted glows..." A wipe at her brow before she peers into the haze.

Like the wind howling through a grove of trees, the Pillar of Strength Egg stirs, its reddish-brown mass wobbling on the sands. It rests, still, for a few moments before a flurry of activity sets it to swaying, as if its shell, and not the branches brushed across its surface, was caught in the wind. Groaning and cracking, it strains to stay rooted to its position, but fails -- bursting into a million shimmering splinters as if falling from the very earth itself.

Ruddy Rock Ravine Egg stretches eerily, the faces coloring its mottled surfaces contorting with each forceful blow from within. The hairline fractures widen steadily, growing into deeper and more obvious canyons across the dusty canvas, baked and cracked in the searing heat.

Theida grins as the buzz gets to her, "Auralia? Oh that's wonderful, what was the name? What color was it?" A few more minutes and the unidentified form near her leans over to fill in the gaps.

---*** Invisible Sand Monster Mirage Hatchling ***---

In the intense heat, the boundary between sand and air is lost to the eye, becoming nothing more than a mirage of shimmering liquid light. A shift in the coruscation draws the eye, and the sand appears to move -- a monster of sand rearing up from where it lurked, camouflaged till this instant by the innocent grains that incubated the eggs. Sunlight glints off what can only be horrid fangs, a deep cavernous mouth opening wide, ready to engulf those in its path.

"He's doing it again!" Aidan murmurs to Miranor and Arliana, looking to Craw. "Can't he keep quiet for anything?

Imara looks in Auralia's direction. "Auralia, is that you?" She peers at the girl, concentrating on the shape. "Iesath? Congrats!"

Clouded Sunny Day Mirage Hatchling has finally floated almost within touching distance to the candidates, but still does not make any attempt at keeping to one distinct shape. Instead it seems to merge with the ripples of heat rising up to it, shifting and gliding, first looking like a wherry, then like the whitecaps on stormy waters. Suddenly, the breeze lofting it around seems to end, and it stops its aimless drifting.

Conor offers, "Congradulations, Auralia." There are no complaints from him, though he wipes his forearm over his face again.

Iesath butts her small green head gently against Auralia's legs, lifting up her eyes to gaze adoringly at this perfect, wonderful, special person she has chosen.

Shadara grins and moves over to auralia and nods to her green, "Iesath, nice to meet you, if you two could please follow me, we'll get you to where you can feed your lifemate." she says as she taps Auralia on the shoulder and motions her towards the Weyrling room.

The summers' day clouds of the Clouded Sunny Day Mirage Hatchling billow this way and that, guided by the whimsy of a wind that's felt by none in the heat of the sands. The restless path ceases, and like a storm rising up from the horizon, the clouds encroach upon Miranor, suddenly parting to reveal, in their wake, the glimmering blue of a hatchling, gazing up into Miranor's eyes.

Pointing fingers towards an autumn sky, a jagged coastline -- the green pastures but a distant dream on the horizon -- rises from an ocean that crashes against the rocks far below, the like of which washes over the hide of this briny-blue hatchling. Fathomless-blues, reminiscent of the deep, clear water far from land, shadows his flanks, eddies and currents swirling over his shoulders in cool, liquid grace. Pale aquamarine caps his muzzle -- the crest of a wave -- which rolls in towards the aqueous line of his sweeping spine, whilst watermarks lap across the expanse of his chest, tiny vortices forming around down his legs, before concluding in granite-black talons. Golden rays of sunlight catch the edges of his pinions, contrasting sharply with the dusky amethyst and hazy cobalt of his wingsails, a parody of a setting sun.

Arliana says "It sounds like her, it does."

You walk toward the Weyrling Room.

Shadara has arrived.

From the Sands> Raven looks around and holds on to Imara's arm, the only solid thing now, as she shifts her feet seeming disoriented.

Iesath has arrived.

From the Sands> Miranor doesn't need to see suddenly. A gasp and she says, "Xiuth! Of course I will feed you, dearheart..."

[Miranor Impresses Jagged Aquamarine Blue Xuith]

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From the Sands> Aidan drops Miranor's hand as the blue approaches, his jaw dropping only before a grin can take it's place. "Miranor?" he murmurs, positively beaming.

From the Sands> Katolnar turns his head quickly, his tone edging further into paranoid. "What was that?" He squints vaguely in the direction of the 'sand monster'. He nudges Marila and Nareisa both with an elbow.

From the Sands> Bluestone's Omen Egg wobbles around, the sound emanating from within like the sound of a bell sounding the approach of a storm, for a storm it is that gather's inside this shell, as the hatchling struggles for release into the world. It slides down and out ofits sandy hollow, creating illusions of its own as the sand sprinkles up and around it's ovoid shape.

Auralia leads Iesath in, "Come one love, there food in here. Then you won't be hungry anymore!"

From the Sands> Nareisa clutches at Katolnar's hand nervously as hatchlings seem to surround them. "It's going so /quickly/," she peers in the direction he's indicating "Oh my," blink.

From the Sands> Arliana starts, bolt upright, nearly bumpgin into Aidan. "Oh my. Congratulations, Mira."

From the Sands> Gemini blinks as another name floats out of the wavering heat "Xiuth? wonder who that was.." Shuffling and wiping the sweat from his face.

Shadara grins and gets a bucket of meat and some with water and a third with oil, "T'dru should be in her shortly, feed her small pieces and make her chew it."

From the Sands> Another impression and Craw still doesn't not know what is going on. The lad looks around from his spot way in the back and almost starts to go forward but stays still. "Uhm, did somebody impressed, I mean that is what I heard, right, hello? Anyone there? Uhm, well I know you are out there."

Shadara strides over to the hatching grounds entrance.

From the Sands> Shadowed faces bulge eerily as definite movement shakes the Ruddy Rock Ravine Egg, the creature inside scrambling to release itself from the fiery confines. What were once painted crevices now become deeper canyons, as cracks run their fingers over the canyon walls. With a final heave, the gorge collapses, the egg surrendering in defeat to its inhabitant, as it breaks into nothing more than reddish shards, quickly lost in the blistering sands of the hatching grounds.

From the Sands> Marila mutters with another hiccup, "Think it was a dragonet Kat.. or something like.." She wipes her eyes that start to water, sweat and grit making for trouble. "Congratulations who ever..."

From the Sands> T'dru escorts another newly hatched pair off the Sands, walking silently beside the duo as they find their legs.

From the Sands>

---*** Gentle Breeze of Air Mirage Hatchling ***---

Heat wavers brightly over the sands, carpeting them in heavy light, even concealing the grainy surface from the eye. But there, a gentle whirlwind stirs the sand, tracing a shallow path in its wake. The breeze casually dances between the suggestion of a solid form, and ephemeral entity, neither one nor the other. But wind of any kind, no matter how gentle a breeze, would be welcome relief from the torrid heat of the hatching grounds.

T'dru has arrived.

From the Sands> Imara grasps Raven's hand and grins. "Don't worry... With my luck I won't be leaving." She turns her head this way and that. "What? Miranor?"

You sense Iesath bespeaks you with << Food, where is it? >> waves of love washing over your consciousness. << You were the best one, I knew I would find you! >>

From the Sands> Conor grins vaguely in Miranor's direction. "Congradulations, Miranor!" He mutters, half to himself, "At least, I hope it's Miranor."

Miranor has arrived.

Auralia nods, taking a piece of meat and bringing it over to her lifemate, feeding Iesath as fast as she can, "Of course you found me, Iesath! We'll always be together."

Xiuth has arrived.

From the Sands> Raven smiles a little and looks at Imara. "We'll always be together, Ima." she notes, and then nods. "Yes, Miri impressed..."

Auralia looks up from Iesath to see Miranor, "Mira! Congrats!"

From the Sands> Invisible Sand Monster Mirage Hatchling looms up from the sands, a horrendous apparition of motion. A hideous monster, seeming continuous with the sand. Half burried, the creature wades it's way slowly, great claws digging a path between two eggs, a paththat will lead it towards the aggregation of white robed, innocent, candidates.

Iesath opens her mouth wide, eyes whirling rapidly with hunger and excitement.

From the Sands> Raven can't see a thing still and simply shuffles her feet, closing her eyes which water with the insufferable heat.

"You too," Miranor returns to Auralia with a wide smile. "Now then, let's see about getting you fed, dearheart," she says quietly and wipes sweat or tears...mayhaps both, from her face.

T'dru makes his way in, watching Auralia's and the other new weyrling's actions with a close eye but leaving them to discover the intense bonding. Miranor's entrance causes a smile to appear and he nods once towards the food buckets. "Over there."

From the Sands> Katolnar becomes steadily more nervous as he eyes the area arund the approaching monster. "Is that a dragonet? Is it? Tell me I'm just seeing things?" He blinks sweat out of his eyes, holding tight to Marila and Nareisa.

From the Sands> Bluestone's Omen Egg caught in a dance, like some kind of festival, the drums drumming faster and faster, this ovoid shape shimmy's in its little corner of the sizzling sands. It's not as though it's ignoring it's fellow clutchmates, it's just well, dancing, andenjoying every moment of the beat -- the tempo reigns supreme.

From the Sands> Telinda smiles slightly, her expression wistful. It's possible she's remembering her own impression, the way that certain gold came up to her, all washed clean because of her fascination with puddles, and look over there -- Oh, no, that's a mirage! A hand gently lies on Tiarnath's foreleg as she reassures the gold as each of her hatchlings finds a lifemate.

From the Sands> Gemini frowns as he wipes at his eyes "There are no such things as sand monsters are there?" He looks again and hmms "Just my imagination."

From the Sands> Craw bakcs up and leans agasin't the cavern and then sighs slightly as the heat is starting to get to him. "Uhm, I wonder what is happening, i mean I hope everything is okay, I mean I don't want anyone to get hurt, I hope it cools down, I mean a breeze would benice." Craw says to himself.

From the Sands> Nareisa is holding Katolnar's hand just as tightly back. "I /hope/ it is... otherwise, what else is it?" her voice trembles. Eek.

Xiuth rubs his snout along the bottom edge of his lifemate's robe, as if trying to comfort the golden-haired girl or maybe just letting her know he's real.

From the Sands> Marila steps closer to Katolnar, "It has to be a dragon, they wouldn't let anything that wasn't dragon *hiccup* oriented on the sands.." She takes a deep steadying breath shaking wearily.

You sense Iesath sniffs at the food you're offering her, << What is this, it smells good? >> quickly taking it into her mouth and beginning to gulp it down. << But not nearly so good as you do. >> More thoughts of how wonderful, beautiful you are.

From the Sands> Imara smiles, staring out into the waving expanse. "Well, congrats to her..." she says quietly, looking unsure of what to do or where to look.

Auralia takes more meat, breaking it into small peices so her lifemate won't choke. She laughs, and says, "This is meat, Iesath. You eat it. Thank you, you're wonderful and beautiful, too."

From afar, to Auralia and Miranor, Jeanne smiles, "Congratulations."

From the Sands> K'laarn takes a sip from the skin he's retrieved from Telinda, wipping his face after with his kerchief. Then he smiles, commenting, "Several Impressions already, and did you expect that one to Impress?" His voiced lowers, just shaking his head, "You never can predict these things or what dragons they'll Impress too, either."

From the Sands> Gentle Breeze of Air Mirage Hatchling skirts a sandy path through its brick-red shards, casting them in all directions with one gusty flutter of movement. Another shimmering whirlwind of motion follows - shifting rhythmically as weak limbs in a steady gale toward the hazy, heated white line of candidates.

From the Sands> The heat shows little sign of abating, fueled by the fiery sun overhead. No clouds mar the crystal clear blue of the sky, offering no relief from the intense light.

From the Sands> Little cracklings come from one corner of the clutch, and a tiny green hatchling steps from the shell of the Faces of Granite Egg. She hesitates for a long moment, then flounders through the sands to a small group of candidates standing together. One shy lad seems to be singled out by the green's questing snout, and Farlit bends to put his arms around her neck, giving her a hug that needs no words to express his newly-found affection. One of the weyrlingmasters comes over to assist F'arl and his lifemate to join the rest of the new weyrlings.

From the Sands> Invisible Sand Monster Mirage Hatchling seems to sink back into the dcomepths of the sands, disappearing for a heat scorched breath. A heartbeat later, it rises again from the shifting ground, looming tall over a hapless egg. Does the egg rock faster under the monster's gaze? A cavernous mouth opens wide, swinging around, and the sandy apparition seems to catch sight of a trio of whiterobes. Grainy muscles tense, and the monster prepares to charge!

From the Sands> Raven swallows a little and gasps as she hears movement of swift creatures.

Miranor moves towards the meat and fills a small bowl for Xiuth. "I'm sorry, here we are. Now," she begins after listening to other directions being offered, "you need to eat slowly. I'll give you as much as you'd like, but -slow- please." A sigh escapes her lips before she grins. "Well, I like you more than just about anything, so I think we're going to be alright."

Iesath swallows several chunks of meat seemingly without chewing at all, the whirling eyes beginning to calm slightly as the first waves of her incredible hunger are assuaged.

From the Sands> After time has passed, and the Bluestone's Omen Egg has rocked back and forth, almost as if it were a large stone being erected into position and not a near sphere, a curved talon punctures the velvety surface, ripping the shell asunder in a sacrificial moment. The jagged bolt bisects the shell, webbing out from this point in oval rings, linking the towering monoliths depicted on it's surface. The struggle ends eventually, the dragonet forcing itself out, to leave its previous home rocking behind it.

From the Sands>

---*** Wishful Thinking Robe Mirage Hatchling ***---

Rising up from the glare of bright sun on hot sands -- standing proud on its own -- fluctuations of light cling together to form the drapings of a sisal robe. Cool closely woven fabric glimmers in the light, billowing in loose waves -- the light weave promising the sensation of satiny spring water sliding over skin. Those of Igen's deserts wear such robes with good reason, as they provide buffering from the harsh rays of the sun, keeping the wearer cool underneath.

From the Sands> Imara wipes her hand on her robe, but it doesn't do much as her robe is nearly soaking with sweat.

From the Sands> Katolnar's tone is a trifle shrill, "Where'd it go? Reisa? Mari? D'you see what - where it went?" He sidesteps nervously, unintentionally pulling the girls lightly with him. One might suspect their tight hold on him is all that is keeping him from bolting.

From the Sands> Gemini blinks again and steps back involuntarily. "Second time.." he mutters and then stands his ground though ready. A wisp of whirlwind catches his eye and he sighs "I bet that would feel good.."

You sense Iesath seems to be calming a little, and her thoughts shift to concern for you. << Should you not eat too, Auralia? I will share with you, this meat is good in my belly. >>

From the Sands> Arliana shuffles around in a cirlcle, trying to use the tiny bit of movement to cool off. "This is so frustrating, where are they all?"

From the Sands> Telinda smiles, hand resting on her growing belly for a moment -- though it's still mostly flat -- a secret smile playing across her features, before a loving glance gets directed towards K'laarn, a slight blush tinting her cheeks, hidden quickly as she looks through the hazziness, trying to see a little better.

From the Sands> Marila hiccups, moves with Katolnar's tugging. She has her eyes only directed to what might or might not be a dragonet.

Auralia laughs, smoothing green hide gently, "No, Iesath. I'm not hungry. You are the one who needs to eat right now. Do you want some more?"

From the Sands> Gentle Breeze of Air Mirage Hatchling seems to hover as light dances through the sweeping motion of windy air, a fiery display of flames urged and curled on a gusty summer aftrernoon. Dipping into motion again, the flurry of illuminated sand waivers a more certain path - something attracting the soft breeze into a definite course.

From the Sands> Conor shuffles his feet against the blazing sands, spots of color on his cheeks as he strains to see.

From the Sands> Nareisa's mouth opens wide, maybe they got the idea from her eyes, which are both like saucers. "Whatever it is... I think it's about to..." she grabs onto Kat "Should we run?"

From the Sands> Hillside Figure Egg quivers, a mere glimmering shimmer appears from the midst of the egg mound. It might be mistaken for the rippling heat rising off the sands except there's a hint of intent to the motion, an almost regular pattern seen through the haze in a transparent movement of gently driven winds.

From the Sands> Aidan sighs softly, pushing the Sand away from his feet with his toes. His eyes cast their glance upward, falling upon one hatchling. "Oh, look at that..." he murmurs wistfully, gently nudging Arliana. "Looks like a breeze..."

From the Sands> Invisible Sand Monster Mirage Hatchling charges straight for a trio, the shifting sands of the creature hardly seeming to do more than shift barely out of the way as it barrels past rocking eggs. Great limbs propell the wading sand monster through the waist deep mires, though the sandy ground seems to serve little use as