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19-10-01: Going visiting
Shaking out her slightly damp hair, Celira pauses as she enters the room, spying Relian. "Hello there, blush-boy." Chuckling, and...

Shaking out her slightly damp hair, Celira pauses as she enters the room, spying Relian. "Hello there, blush-boy." Chuckling, and still smelling of the sweetsands from the bath, she heads toward her cot, re-braiding her hair.

Celira tickles Zaphyr's tail, causing him to twitter and drop off her shoulder, opening his wings with a *snap* and gliding into the air.

"Blush boy? Oh-ho, so *that* is what my name has changed to now," retorts Relian, stretched lengthways upon his cot, his head at the foot, leaning over the edge in a pose of sheer laziness. "Just been bathing, then? Is it very busy, this fine evening?"

Celira shrugs slightly, lips curved in her usual slight-smile. "Not really. My shoulders were all tight n' such from hunching over my scrolls today." Grinning impishly, she shrugs again. "Not that I accomplished much, though." Swinging her own legs up on her cot, she leans on one elbow. "What've you been up to?"

Relian rests his head in his hands, his elbows propping up the pose in gracious nonchalance. "Oh, I see. Warm water does real wonders for such dilemnas, from my experience." He gives a rueful grin, extending his legs into a stretch. "I'm sorry that you didn't accomplish much, though; that's a shame. Me? Scouring records, talking to old aunties. Nothing to bring me any closer to my aim, though."

Nodding rather sympathetically, she smiles. "Your dedication impresses me, blush-boy." A wince interrupts her thought as she feels her shoulder tighten up once more. "Shard it...I prolly shouldn't have leaned on my arm like this." Sitting up, she rubs the offending shoulder with her other hand. "I've just been full of injuries lately, it seems. Either I'm a klutz (most likely) or I've been workin' too much (very unlikely)."

Relian's grin is rueful, although he notes, "It's probably misplaced dedication. Imagine what kind of results I could get, if I wasn't working on something that, apparently, is pretty much impossible." Her wince earns a sympathy wince from the blush-boy, as he comments, "Ouch, that looks painful. I guess we can't help being klutzes, when we are."

Celira snorts. "Thanks for the sympathy!" Eyeing him, she grabs a spare pillow and luffs it in his direction with a soft *whoomph*. Leaning back on onto the cot, she stares up idly at the cavern ceiling. "Ready for yer upcoming Gather date? Hmmm?" A teasing note accompanies the question, her smirk directed at the cavern ceiling rather than Relian himself.

Relian, the sitting duck target, blinks vacantly at Celira, as the pillow meets its mark, and hits him square upon the nose. "At least you have good aim," he snorts, winking, tossing the pillow back - it drops, falling a good distance off course from its mark. "I was being sympathetic! Really I was! --Gather date, dear Faranth, who knows. I'm not so sure about this." Poor dear.

Turning her head, Celira amusedly watches the pillow land with a soft *whuff* on the floor. "Nice shot." Eyes focus once more on Relian, and she grins. "I, for one, am glad I'm goin' dateless. Gives me ample opportunity to dance with as many a man as I can, and who knows..." once again, the grin returns to her lips "..I might even take one home with me!" Brash girl...sometimes she just has no shame.

"What can I say," retorts Relian, mocking himself, "My aim is perfect, my throwing skills are even better." He takes a half bow, his head merely bobbing up and down, his grin wry. "That's the way to do it - my date's only for the purpose of a deal, and I certainly don't think I'll be taking her home with me. She's nice, but..." He grins, adding, "Oh-ho, so you're out for a real partner, mmm?"

Namah says, "Well if I happen to meet someone then I'll be fine but if not then I'll just have fun."

Namah says, "Oh Celira want to see my dress?"

Granted she boasted about it herself, Celira still blushes slightly. "Well...I didn't put it /that/ way, but..." Stutter stutter, suddenly. Has she gone all shy? "It would be nice to have /someone/, though." Her eyes soften as she gets a longing look in them. Oh my...suddenly she's gone all mush! A wave is given to Namah as she enters.

Relian, for a change, is the one that isn't blushing! It's novel, it's special, it's incredible. "So I see. You women are so insistant about that being a good thing. It's odd." For a man -- well, boy, probably -- like Relian. "You've not got your eye on someone, as of yet?" His expression is innocent; he doesn't gossip, really he doesn't, and it changes only slightly as he gives nod to Namah. "Hey there, Namah."

Celira shakes her head. "No, not yet. Or, if I have, I just don't know it yet." Sighing softly, she waves at Namah. "Not right now, if you don't mind. I'm wallowing in my self-pity of the single life." Her good ol' chuckle reappears. "Why, Relian? Are you offering to save me from my lonely existence?" Flutter of eyelashes is directed his way, while her lips pout innocently.

"You drive me absolutely nuts," snorts Relian, before realising exactly what that particular statement sounds like. "Well, if you know what I mean. Women!" He grins, rolling over and sitting up, his pillow clutched within his hands. "Such a horrible thing, being single, options open. No one to trap you, or make you feel guilty, unless they're particularly clingy."

"Why, if I didn't know you any better, which I prolly don't, I'd say you enjoy the single life, yes?" Celira tucks her legs under her, eyes focused on him quizzically. "And since I assume you've traveled a bit in yer search for yer uncle, I bet you've had yer fair share of....'company'." Grin.

Relian raises his eyebrow, commenting quietly, "Why, me? Surely you couldn't be talking about me -- sweet, boyishly handsome, blushing me?" Whatever *that* is supposed to mean. The young man adds, in agreement, "I quite like it, indeed. There's a certain freedom to it." He shifts his head, admitting, "I've played about with a fair few women in my time. I am, after all," he smirks, "the son of a Minor Holder. I'm desireable, by holder terms."

Ah Faranth, Celira was waiting for that statement. "Hmm..I would've /never/ guessed you'd think that." Snicker follows. "But seriously, do ya think you'll ever settle down? Althought the thought of there being wee little Relians running around..." chuckle "...I'm not sure if /any/ hold, or Pern for that matter, is ready for that!"

Relian sticks his tongue out in a burst of childish exuberance, commenting, "Settle down? I don't know. All depends on the benefits of the idea. Little Relian's are more or less frightfully horrifying for me, just as much as anyone. It's bad enough that my eldest sister has herself in minature running around -- I'd be worse." He hesitates, adding, "And yourself? Does the thought appeal to you?"

Celira gets a rather thoughtful look in her sharp blue eyes, focusing attention on the end of her braid for a moment. "I dunno. Sometimes, I wish I could settle down....yet sometimes..." she trails her voice off softly. "Sometimes I feel like I'm /missing/ somethin', that there's more out there to see on Pern." Blushing again, she casually waves her hand at him. "Shells, I sound silly, don't I?"

Relian shakes his head, leaning back, the pillow still clasped at his waist. "No, I don't think you sound silly. Shells, in theory, I could've been settled down myself by this stage, quite possibly the co-heir to some small holding, if I'd picked the right girl. But I think it's far better to *see* something, while we sill can. I think, eventually, settling down'd be nice. But right now--say, speaking of which, I got a slight lead, yesterday. Smithcraft Hall. Apparently, my uncle might've gone that way for some reason. I'm heading over that way, shortishly. Care to join me?"

Celira glances around the cavern thoughtfully. "Eh, why not? I've nothin' better to do." Grinning, she hops off the cot, then saunters over and holds out her hand to Relian. "Lead the way, Oh Great Pernese Historian Relian." One blue orb winks amusedly, her hand outstretched towards him.

Relian accepts the hand, pulling himself up from the bed, his free hand running through toussled hair. "Excellent. It's more fun, to go *with* people. Even if it is a dead end, it's still an outing, and therefore fun." He gives a firm nod of his tawny-haired head, squeezing Celira's hand.

"I agree. 'specially when the company's pleasant to be with." Ooo...was that a flirty comment? Oh yes, I think so! Gently, she returns Relian's squeeze, and waits for him to lead her off into adventure.

Relian doesn't quite blush, but it's a close call, as he leads Celira through the cavern, "Indeed, that's exactly the case. C'mon!" Adventuring they will go, indeed.

[Time passes]

You go to the Gathering Hall.

Celira hums softly as she walks in from the Courtyard.

Liesana nibbles at her pastry. "I have the utmost respect for his talents, both in Smithcraft and management. While some of his methods aren't ones I would ever employ, I say again that he's always treated me reasonably and fairly in the short time I've been here." And then a smile at Seumas. "Ah, I remember you... This is Seumas, one of the new applicants. I cornered him over a mug of klah the other day."

Relian, his hand tucked in Celira's, ambles through from the Courtyard, his face set in solemn disappointment. "Sorry for dragging you along for nothing - I guess that particular lead didn't pan out into anything."

Salaria is sitting by the hearth, munching on some bread. As more people that she doesn't know drift into the hall she looks a bit nervous.

Seumas sits where he can see, trying to wrestle up the courage to approach the journeyman and ask if he can become an apprentice. He blinks and nods at the woman nodding. A barely sung note escapes as he stammers slightly."No Ma'am, I'm n..new here. F...father brought me to be a s...smith." His cheeks color and he seems to fumble for his ever present knife and a chunk of wood he's carving to look roughly like a canine. He smiles at Liesana's introduction in gratitude.

Celira gives Relian's hand a gentle squeeze. "No worries, Relian. B'sides...it's rather nice to be outta the Weyr for a bit---Faranth, this place is rather crowded!" Eyes widen as she takes in the enormous Gather Hall, along with the folks present here. "Do you know anyone?"

Gaederon nods politely at the non-smith types "Anything we can help you with?" He pauses a moment, turns his head and nods at Bryon "I agree, I prefer to be called Journeyman, because I can tell from an apprentice's voice if he respects me." He then turns quickly back to the /guests/.

Niyati gives another of her mild smiles to Seumas, nodding to Liesana's words. "Well, it's very nice to meet you. I'm sure I'll see you in classes within the next few days, as I am nearly finished with the work I was doing." This is a good thing. Niyati's classes are known for their ease as well as their boring content.

"Not a soul," swears Relian glibly, "But I'm willing to try and adjust that somewhat. Shall we mingle, see who we can see, Celira?" He responds to her squeeze with one of his own, moving smoothly through the cavern, offering a general, "Ista Weyr's duties. We're visiting, running a failed research attempt."

Bryon takes a sip of his klah, glancing around at all the unknowns walking in the door. He glances at Gaederon with a grin, "We're being outnumbered.."

Salaria sets the bread down and starts into the meatrolls. Blinking at the sudden influx of people she peers down the crawlspace "What in the world??

Nodding, Celira simply follows Relian's lead. "I'll just stick with you...you seem to be more comfy in these situations than me!" She eyes a little crawlspace, curiously wondering what's in it.

Seumas takes a breath and barely sings."My auntie says when eggs are a hatching lots of people gather..."

Gaederon chuckles at Bryon's comment but nods politely at Relian "Smithcraft's duties to you. I am journeyman Gaederon." He turns then to Bryon and says "Well, if not outnumbered, certainly outclassed." With a wink he turns his attention to Niyati and smiles politely, deciding perhaps to find out what she is doing, or who this is she is talking to perhaps?

Relian is amused, apparently, by the influx of people to the crawlspace -- "Should we follow? Explore a little. Evesdrop, if it so happens?" He winks, sliding towards it. "I'm interested, anyway. -- Well met, Gaederon. Relian, Ista resident, and this is Celira."

Seumas looks around and then heads to where he sees people moving to.

Celira nods a greeting towars Gaederon. "Well met, Gaederon." Turning back towards Relian, she nods. "Ooo..let's. Curious, I am!"

Bryon glances at Relian, "I don't remember you.." he says as he tries to remember, "Oh well.. I'm Master GemSmith Bryon.." he says as he watches the two

Seumas walks to the Courtyard.

Salaria shoves the bread in her pocket for later and wanders off after the crowd of people

Liesana gives a nod in the direction of the new arrivals she hears introducing themselves. Outnumbered? This is a /party/ in the making. Woo Hoo! Or something to this effect. But... they're all leaving again? For a deserted area? Odd. A poke at the greenling on her shoulder, who's started a sleepy hum. "If the murmured mutters of 'eggs' I'm hearing are true, you can be quiet, my dear Angelique. Four is enough." She may wish to emulate Masterharper Mennolly's musical talents, but firelizards are another matter.

Niyati eyes the people travelling through the hall and frowns. "Excuse me one moment, would you?" The crowd is followed with a look of suspcion. "I'm going to find out...."

You go to the Deserted Crawlspace.

Salaria peers into the old room, the dust causing her to sneeze suddenly. Clearing her eyes she blinks at the crowd of people "What's going on?

Seumas walks in from the Gathering Hall.

Celira peaks her head into the tiny space, hand still grasping Relian's. Blue eyes look around as they adjust to the dim light, and she peers over shoulders and heads. "Oooo..look! Firelizard eggs!" Smiling brightly, she turns to Relian. "Think they're ready to hatch? Shards...if they are, I don't know if I've got any tidbits..."

Aloree slips in, silent still, the older woman following the crowd on wraith's feet, still embroidering away. Ah... eggs. So that's what's caused the crowd to assemble. Although quite obviously they /all/ couldn't be here to place a commission like herself. With a soft rustle of her skirts, the woman settles in a corner both out-of-the-way and close to the lumpy sand.

Relian follows Celira through, his hand still tightly within hers. "What've we got here?" he queries, more to himself than to anyone, eyebrows raising in interest. "Firelizad eggs, indeed. -- I don't know, they might be. I've only ever seen dead green eggs, before, on the beaches at home."

Isolt taps Slippa on the shoulder. "Can I help?" She asks, blue eys sparkling. "Heard you hollering, so I came... Journeywoman Isolt at your service." She takes a peek into the room, noticing that quite a few people have gathered. Busy, isn't it, for a closet-like area? She raises an eyebrow, and on her shoulder, Tart chirrups, adding a little warbling trill at to the end. "What d'you mean, firelizard eggs?" She asks one person as they slip by - news spreads quickly.

Gaederon walks in from the Gathering Hall.

Niyati makes her way into the dusty crawl space and, as she dusts herself off, peers around. "Alright, just what is.. Oh..Well, that explains it." The eggs are glanced at a and a sigh given before a confused look crosses her face. "You know, I don't know what it is about a clutch that draws crowds in.. must be the 'lizards folks already have or something."

Namah Looks around for raw meat. This time jerky won't do.

At words eggs Salaria studies the room more closly "Hey you're right." She takes another step into the room, trying not to stir up any more dust, most likly an imposablity due to all the people in the small space. It's already get hot and she whipes her forhead on her sleeve.

Seumas still has a bunch of small meatrolls he had yet to eat. He finds people gathered and looks around wondering how so many can fit in this area.

What was that rasping noise? Perhaps sand on egg? That's certainly a valid suspicion as a couple of the eggs are mos definitely doing a bit of shaking as their occupants decide nows a good time to work on getting out into the world.

Brid walks in from the Gathering Hall.

Namah Namah finds one of the ever present trays of meat that they have at lizzard hatchings and grabs a big handfull eyeing the shaking eggs. She wipes the sweat from her brow and tries to get some elbow room as she works her way to the front close enough to see the eggs.

Rummaging around in her bag, Celira's expression brightens. "Look! I found a few meatrolls in my bag...here..." She hands Relian a couple, then keeps the rest for herself. "Good luck to ya." Winking at him, she turns her gaze back upon the eggs, blue eyes brightening as they begin to shimmy and shake.

Relian's arm is tugged gently. "Look look look! They're beginning to move!"

Salaria looks around at the sound, clearly confused. Then she is distracted by the sight of a small crawler scutting along the wall, With a small yelp she she hurries away, towards the center of the room, checking for more crawlers to make sure that one doesn't drop on her from the ceiling.

Midnight Star Egg leans awkwardly to the the side in the warm sand, bumping the neighboring egg.

Gaederon murmurs softly, right behind Niyati "Ah, so it's a firelizard clutch. Well, that explains it. You don't happen to see any raw meat, spiderclaws or anything they might eat, do you?" Without so much as a how do you do he sets his hand on Niyati's back and leans forward to see if he can get a better look.

Relian clutches on to the meatroll in surprise -- apparently, the thought of *trying* for one is new -- but nods through the half dark in response to Celira. "I--thank you. To you, too." He watches the eggs with intent interest, squeezing the meatrolls within his hands.

Aloree continues to perch on an overturned bucket, somehow lending an air of grace to her humble seat. Comes with age. Which is certainly something she has over this crowd. "Hatchings are a young person's game," she murmurs, quietly enough that only one close by would overhear. Still, she makes no move to leave, fingers working nimbly with needle and coloured thread, bringing to life a small work of a flowerbasket.

Slippa smiles at Isolt, offering a crumb-covered hand to her with a smile. "Slippa, rider of green Zizth. I was looking for someone to take a commission for me, and I came to check up on those rings I ordered a while back." It seems her hand's covered in crumbs from the meatrolla she holds in her other hand, probably pinched from the Hall kitchen. She eyes the eggs out of the corner of her eye, and chuckles. "A hatching? Mind if I try my luck?" Not that Slippa's very lucky....

Eggs! There are eggs here.. Well, never let it be said the Brid is slow. Scrambling about as they start to move, she pulls some fish and sliced raw wherry from a few pouches she keeps close by. her baby still prefers hand feeding.. even at several months old.

Niyati gives a rather wry look, her eyes narrowing and shoulders slumping just a bit, and holds up a small pouch. "And, no, it's not so that I'll be prepared just in case, either," she notes, opening the package and offering some of the contents to Gaederon. "Here, help yourself."

Celira grins up at Relian, almost child-like, then turns her attention back to the eggs. Breaking the meatroll in her hands into smaller, bite-size bits, she keeps her icy blue eyes focused upon the lot of them, heart racing slightly. Nudging Relian again, she whispers "Wonder what the first one's goin' to be..."

Namah Sits down and works to get comfortable. She remembers the last hatching. It got so chaotic. Concentrate on good thoughts. She sighs as she leans forward.

Seumas glances, his eyes suddenly drawn to the Midnight star egg. He makes a contorted face, and then rubs his nose with a rag. Dust, ugh. He then makes himself comfortable, and tears at some of the meatroll he had with him. If he loses these he can always get more eh?

Being that neighboring egg, the Silver Lightning egg begins seems to wake and start on it's own bit of not so rythmic shaking.

Relian's own grin is rueful, as he responds to Celira, "Blue or brown, perhaps. I don't know, I've never seen one of these before." He crouches, releasing her hand to work on his own meat, following her example as he breaks up his own, eyes lit with childish exuberance. "I expect we'll find out, shortly."

Salaria moves to the edge of the crowd and finds an empty space near the wall. After carefuly checking for icky things she crouches down to watch the hatching. As the eggs start to wiggle her eyes open wide "Wow just like tunnelsnakes hatching."

Isolt pulls a face at the crumb-covered hand, frowning a little as she slips hers into the rider's. "Well, I can tell you that the rings are half-way to being completed. It's taking us a while to find the correct gems. What's your other commission?" Isolt wipes the hand she just shook on her trousers, grimacing as she can feel the crumbs rub off. "Oh, go ahead," she then tags on, sweeping a hand into the room from where they stand just outside the door. "You may as well... seems everyone else is!"

Isaria ducks into the room quickly, attempting to escape the busy rustle and bustle of the hall. "I hate crowded places...", she mumbles to herself as she glances at her surroundings. People. She thought she was getting away from people. Well, so much for that. Moving slowly over to the side of the room, she finds a place on the floor to sit. Maybe they won't stay long. Maybe she'll be able to get some peace and quiet if she's patient enough...

Seumas glances at the girl."S...snakes... Hate them... G...got into m'da's wagon lots... at Bitra..." Trader stock he is yep and proud of it too.

"Ahhh, watch it there," cautions Aloree. Who is she speaking to? The egg, naturally. Another benefit of age. You're allowed to be slightly dotty. The embroidery continues to proceed forward at an unchanged rate, no meatrolls or other niceties being procured, although who knows what might lurk in the depths of her bag.

Midnight Star Egg shifts once again in the sand before a crack developes in the surface of the egg. Slowly lines appear in the surface of the eggs as the shell is being worked on by something in its interior. Suddenly, a small piece of the shell falls off on to the warms sands.

Namah Jumps as the other egg begins to shake. Goodness she is jumpy tonight. Her thoughts keep drifting to the upcomming gather instead of the eggs. Hmm dancing. Well that is a good thought.

Celira is a bit mesmerized by the wiggling eggs, which almost seem to glow in the dim light of the little crawlspace. Then again, it could just be that her eyes are finally adjusting! Crouching down, she silently encourages the little hatchlings to break free from their fragile prison.

Salaria grins at Seumas "Well I'm not very fond of them myself, it's just that I saw a next of them hatch once. I never knew that they came from eggs before then. The eggs shook just like these.

Seumas holds his breath as the Midnight egg suddenly lets a shard of starriness off it. He sits as though he has turned partially to stone, just lowering his hand out with the meatscrap dangling off it.

Gaederon smiles and reaches out to take a fistfull of the contents of Niyati's pouch "Well, it can't hurt to try, can it? Otherwise they will go wild, or eat each other out of their raw hunger. Odd that a firelizard would clutch inside a crawlspace like this, though I have heard they do use caves when there is warm sand inside." He squishes the meat in his hand.

Relian's southern drawl cloaks his words, toussled, tawny head indicating the Midnight Star Egg with thoughtful poise, "That'll be the first to go, I think?" Still following Celira's example, the Holder boy crouches properly, holding his meat out carefully, eyes focusing upon the eggs. "It's kind of exciting, I suppose, in an odd way. But more, I think, interesting. I'm glad we came, even if that tip turned out to be nothing."

Namah watches the crack widen and leans forward trying to see the color of it's inhabitant. she holds out the dripping raw meat in her hand.

Namah says, "What color do you think it is Celira? It looks so dark."

Xinto makes sure the coast is clear before scampering in from the Gathering Hall.

Won't Nuadayth love another little one to chase around the weyr! The Ista weyr nanny doesn't want to annoy the blue, but brid does love the little creatures. Great friends and companions when Izz and Nuadayth are busy. Her pouches of food are re ady..

Niyati shrugs. "Can't hurt.. right. It'll hurt your fingers, your free time, and your clothing should you manage to snag one." Not that she's complaining or anything. "Still, you're right. They'd either get trapped in here and eaten by something or get out and eaten by a wherry.. Better to keep them in

where they're safe and fed." Maternal instincts, don't you just love them?

Silver Lightning Egg continues it's rocking, though progressively getting faster and faster as though it can feel the rising excitement around it and wanting to break free to bask in all of it without that dratted egg shell around it.

Aloree makes a small sound of annoyance as she realizes that her intent study of the eggs has caused her to add two rows more of blue than she should have. "Bah!" she mutters, more chiding herself than the rocking eggs, and sets about picking apart the mis-sewing.

Celira glances over at Relian briefly. "I'm glad we came too." Eyes sparkling brightly, she grins impishly before turning back to the shaking eggs. Tugging on Relian's arm, she points to yet another egg. "Faranth, these things look like they're goin' to hatch all at once!" Meatroll bits at the ready, her gaze flits from one egg to the other.

Slippa nods at the journeyman, entering the dusty room. "Don't you people ever /clean/? My Zizth would go crazy if she saw the state of this room. What a dust-filled mess!" Not that Slippa minds... she likes a bit of dirt now and again. She runs a finger along a surface, getting it covered in dust. "Yuk," she frowns, rubbing it on her lovely bright pink leathers. She comes up to the eggs, and settles herself on the floor near to the sand bucket, her meatroll her in her hand loosely. She looks about to see if Isolt had followed her, so that they can talk about the commission.

Namah Namah sends her thoughts of dancing and fun to the little inhabitants inside the round shells. Maybe one will be her dancing partner at the gather.

Salaria returns her attention to the wiggling eggs, gasping slightly as their movements start to get a little more wild. Bitting her thumb nervously she watches them. her other hand tugging at her overlong sleeve

Seumas 's sides quake as he hears Niyati's advice. he chuckles softly as he nad heard his mama say practically the same thing about his oldest sister's baby firelizard and the hatching she'd been to to get the little blue.

Isolt walks along behind Slippa, carefully picking up her feet so that she doesn't get them dirty. She looks about her as Slippa sits on the floor, looking for something /clean/ to sit on. Finding nothing, she decides to crouch next to the greenrider, to discuss the commission further. "So what is it you want commissioned?" She says, resting her elbows on her knees. "Oh, and yes, we do clean up in here once a Turn. Not that it shows..."

Namah Gosh it is getting hot in here She is soaked to the skin. Glad she didn't wear her armor or she would have been on the verge of passing out.

Midnight Star Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.

Shy Green Hatchling

Marbled, milky green hues cloak the back, legs, and winds around her long tail tipped in a speck of gold. Whirling almond shaped eyes peer from prominent ridges edged in aquamarine and pale spring green. The sea-color continutes to curl around her wedged head, pours over her slender nose and chin, and then melds into a pale, sea green belly. Each sharp talon glistens as jewels and her slender muscles ripple under her half-furled wings edged in patina. Often she holds her head high with long snout poised in the air as if she were queen of everything. Vain though she may be, she's quick on the wing and wily in her ways.

"Good," is Relian's lazy response to Celira, as he leans forward, straining his neck to get the best possible view he can of the eggs in question. He responds to her tugging with a glance towards her, adding, "They do rather, I guess. This'll be interesting to say -- are they as gawky, and unpretty as most babies are, when they first hatch?" He pauses, then positively beams, pointing, "A green, see?"

Isaria tugs at her trousers, "Never did fit right.." She talks to herself way too often. A nervous glance is taken around the room. "Why is everyone in here anyway?" Then hers orbs catch the reason for everyone's attention. Firelizard eggs. Isaria groans. They'll be in here for a while then. The girl reaches into a small pouch and retrieves a meatroll. At least she can eat to pass the time until they all go away.

Celira glances about the room a bit nervously, wondering how she or Relian could possibly Impress a flizzen, with so many people about. Well, they'll find out soon enough as lo and behold...the first of the clutchmates breaks free from its shell! "Oh look Rel!! What a magnificent green!" Cooing softly at the hatchling, she holds out her bits of meatroll towards it. "Come here little one...plenty of food for ya here!"

Namah says, "Oh little beautiful one wouldn't you love to dance at the gather. We will have such fun" She holds out her bloody meat to the little darling"

Xinto is at a lost at first, stumbling upon a hatching like this, so /this/ is what all the noise was about. Miner apprentice wearily wipes a hand across his forehead, leaving a black smudge there. And he thought this trip to the Smith hall would be a little vacation...should've known the journeymen wouldn't let him off the hook. It's an "educational" experience. Almond eyes light up, and whats more educational than learing about firelizards? Fishing a meatroll out of a pouch at his waist, he shrugs, who needs lunch?, and finds a place amongst the crowd.

Namah says, "We could twirl and jump. Oh and there will be lots of food too."

Salaria jumps slightly at the sudden sound of the egg cracking. In fact she manages t to rapp her head against the wall, letting out a small yelp of pain. Looking embarrased she looks around to see if anyone noticed. Leting out a sigh of relife that everyone seems to be paying attention to the little green she rubs her head with her hand and settles back to watch.

Brid says, "ohh, you sweet baby!" Nanny instincts take over and she sighs, settling on the floor and pulling food from her pouches. "here.. got some fresh packtail for you.. Or wherry?" Juices from the wherry run down her hand as she sets the meat down in front of her. "You need to eat, you know dear."

Namah says, "sings a gather song sending thoughts of fun and food to the tiny little green."

Gaederon nods at Natali's suggestion and overhears someone's comment "It's a crawlspace for maintaining the plumbing in the building, there isn't much call for sending anyone in here, and it's too damp normally for storage. I suppose we could send some of the apprentices in to clean it once in a while, but it's not a commonly used space." He wipes a finger along the wall and looks at it "Yep, just as dirty as your average stable in here." His attention is turned back to the eggs and notices one has broken shell already "Well, it's started already. Best do what we can." He defers to Niyati and keeps the meat in his hand loose and hanging, incase it should waddle of flitter his way.

Silver Lightning Egg shakes even more vigorously, as though it knows that its sibling was getting all that attention from that crowd out there. Not fair!

Slippa cocks her head as the little green erupts from her shell, pulling off a little piece of her meatroll and flaking the pastry from the outside of it, leaving nothing but meat and a crumby mess on the floor. She holds out her offering to the hatchling, all the while talking to Isolt. "Well, I'd like to get some new buckles for my safety harness, but they've got to be /pink/," she says, stressing the color. "Bonny little green, isn't she?" The greenrider then adds, cocking her head and letting her long pink plaits dangle down near her knees, the green beads in the end of them banging gently against her arm.

Aloree gives a small smile as she sees the egg shatter. Bronzes may be favoured at the dragon hatchings, but she's always had a soft spot for the girls in green. And so her pretense of detachement is abandoned, the woman abandoning her bucket to crouch down in the dust, a look of vague distate touching her features breifly, before she tucks her embroidery away, and begins rummaging through her bag, looking for edibles. And the first thing out of the bag is... A carnation? A chuckle. "Ah there, little miss, that won't do at all for a meal, although you may have it if you like." The carnation is laid down as she resumes her hunt for something containing meat.

Celira's eye is caught by the dancing movements of the hatchling's neighbor egg. Another one's about to arrive! "Look Rel, another one's about to break free!" Focusing still on the little green, she continues to encourage it to take a gander at her offering. "Pretty little thing...you'll like these, I promise!"

Seumas blinks at the sight of the sea queen emerald angel that has arrived, and barely wiggles the meatscraps. He had seen others wiggle the meat at other hatchings, but glances away from the green to look at the silvery looking lightning egg over there. His sneeze into his rag, echoes sorta dully, blocked by so many echoes and bodies.

Namah says, "Oh little one come share my fun and we will dance so fine. We'll twirl and dance till we are done and then we'll say goodnight" She sings to the liitle green."

Salaria watches other people start to place meat in front of the little hatching and looks disapointed that she doesn't have any. Then she snaps her fingers, and brings out the remains of the meatrolls that Namah gave her. They are of course now covered in lint, which she starts to brush off.

Isolt nods in agreement with Slippa, "Yeah, she's lovely." This comment gets her a gentle nip on the ear from Tart, and the green-and-pink firelizard sets up a trilling warble of welcome to the little hatchling green. "So you want pink metal buckles? Well, I'm not quite the person to talk to about that, because I'm a Gemcrafter, and I'm not sure if you could get /pink/ metal... unless it was glazed pink. If we can do that." She thinks for a second, shuffling her feet beneath her - her calves are starting to go dead.

Relian nods his agrement, noting, "I think she's kind of cute, Celira. A good match for your blue, perhaps." He crouches lower, watching her with dignified interest, although his eyes flick back to the other eggs with equal interest, and he adds, "I don't know what colour I'd like, really. -- Ooh, so it is."

Xinto slips in near a green-eyed girl who looks to be a little older than himself, a look of concern drawing his 'brows down into a frown as she bonks her head against the wall. "Hey, you alright?" he murmers, trying to spare her any embarassment, but concerned nonetheless. Besides, she's kind of pretty, making him blush. The almost twelve turn old boy sighs and keeps one eye on the hatchlings.

Sagor jumps at the sudden shake of the Silver Lightening Egg. "Crack your little shell, little one. I've got some yummy meat roll waiting for you!" His eyebrows raise even further up his forhead and stares more intently. "Hatch little one, hatch! He readys his steaming meat roll.

Shy Green Hatchling flicks with her long tail, brushing the remaining piece of shell off her green hide. Eyes, hunger mirrored within, peer out at those gathered, searching for that eclectic soul that will meet her needs. This will not be an easy task, because she obssessed within her own personal self worth, so the individual she choses will have to work at giving her the choicest food available and oil her on a daily if not hourly basis.

Isaria's black hair dips into her eyes and she blows at it, trying to urge it back behind an ear, or someplace out of the way. She's decided that if she tries very hard, she'll be able to blend into the walls or something. These hatching things always get out of hand...ok..so they don't...but they breed human interaction. She takes another bite of meatroll, a small piece falling to the ground near her knee. She always has been a messy eater.

Niyati sneezes loudly and then, after a few sniffles, looks back at Gaederon. "Still, it's awfully dusty in here.." Sniffle. A hand is held out and a bit of meat dangled as she glances at the crowd gathered in such a small space. "Maybe it will get so full in here that the place will be dusted with their clothes."

Namah Green girl green girl come and get your meat" Namah continues to sing as she holds out her meat and sends thoughts of mounds f food to the little pretty.

Relian's meatroll is given an expectant squelch, his expression turning thoughtful as he fiddles with the thing. "Nasty things, meatrolls, I have to say. I'm glad *I'm* not the one eating it, at any rate." Instead, smoothing one hand nervously through his hair, the young man extends his hand towards her, eyes flickering ever back to the other eggs, adding, "I think a male might be easier, don't you think? I understand 'em better. - not that I expect to Impress, anyway."

Namah says, "You are so hungry you need all you can eat"

Slippa nods at Isolt. "So pink metal would be hard? Well, I know that I've got pink metal buckles on Zizth's straps, so maybe they could be painted?" She shrugs, brushing off a few more crumbs from the offered meatroll, trying to make it 'perfect'. Slippa can offer oil and nothing but the best food as and when she needs it, and Zizth will be a doting 'big sister'. Sort of. "Y'know, that little one looks a bit like Branwyth," Slippa adds randomly, smiling.

Silver Lightning Egg seemingly hearing the encouragement from without, and possibly the furor over its sibling, starts to shake violently, a slight crack beginning to form near the top, growing, growing, growing with each and every shudder.

Brid chuckles at the attitude of the little green.."Well, your highness, welcome to the world.. now how about some food for that empty belly? I'm sure you are hungry.. all you little newborns are." And she adds another peice of fish to her neat little pile.

At the mention of dust Salaria sneezes, managing to cover her mouth to keep from sneezing on the meatroll. She finishes dusting the lint off it and starts to break it up into bite sized peices. She leans against the wall, crossing her legs to make something of a basket with them as she makes a pile of meatroll.

Sagor smiles at Nyati's coment and then returns his gaze back at the rocking back and forth, back and forth. He finds himself dizzy from the motion. "Crack your egg and come get what you deserve! A nice hot meat roll!" He moves the meat roll to it.

Celira is rather amused by the wily little green's actions. Reminds her of one of the holdbrats back at Ruatha, she does. "Hey you little girl...you must be wickedly hungry, yes?" She pauses enough to glance up at Relian. "No worries Rel. You'd be a perfect mate..." a blush interrupts her as she realizes what she's just said. Coughing slightly, she turns back to the green. "Here's some excellent herdbeast roll for ya, made with the choicest cuts of beast!"

Aloree chuckles as her carnation is resolutely ignored. "Ah well, worth a try... /I/ like them, in any case." More rummaging in the bag produces thread, a packet of needles, an odd sock, and a handful of cookie crumbs, before coming across her lunch. The sandwich is seized, and taken apart neatly, exposing the strips of herdbeasts steak contained within. The sliced vegatables are ignored, as she takes the meat between two fingers, and holds it out to the young green. "Eh there, lass... This is more like it, although I think I'll be eating rabbit food myself now." The meat is /dusty/ now.

Xinto eyes his lunch skeptically. Its not fresh meat, but it's clean and whole. Actually, its looking pretty good...miner appy catches himself on the verge of wetting his lips. Shaking his head a little so that silky black strands fall across his eyes, he firmly tells himself that this is for a firelizard, should one choose to wander his way. A gift, for that special creature who so desires his offering.

Gaederon clears his throat "You know what a mess a hatching makes, I doubt we will be able to simply leave the shards and goo here on the floor. I will speak with the headwoman about it. Arakiel will send someone in to clean the place up once everyone leaves, or perhaps I will just take care of the situation myself." Since he had to go open his big mouth about how it /should/ be cleaned. He turns his attention to Isolt "Actually, pink metal can be made. I believe it is either a combination of nickel and gold, or silver and gold, or copper and gold or something like that. Check the standard melts for alloys, you should find a listing for colors." He again turns his attention to the firelizards and makes his best attempt to make the little chunk of raw meat appetizing to the tiny green.

"Maybe we can do it, like I said, I'm not a metalcrafter." Isolt shrugs, flicking her blonde fringe out of her eyes. "There's another one hatching," she says, bobbing her head in the direction of the Silver Lightning Egg. Tart's warbling trill goes a pitch higher, the green's throat vibrating hard. "I'm kind of hungry," Isolt mumbles, standing up for a second to stretch her legs, stamping her feet to get the feeling back to them. She motions to a drudge standing by her, and asks the girl to go to the kitchen and get her some food - a wherry sandwich or something. The drudge reluctantly goes off, looking over her shoulder at the eggs and the hatchling.

Seumas wipes the floor with a hand and dusts it on his leg. Clean spot. He then puts down some of the meatrolls and rips up some of one and sets it all over the clean spot. Rectangle globs, circle spots pyramidal shapes. He is playing with the food to see if this will attract any sort of winged mystery.

Niyati nods, sneezing once again. "Right." Sniffle. Sneeze. "I.. ah..ahh.. CHEW!" Sniffle. "Um.. right. I'll remind you, but.." More sniffles interrupt her words and take her attention away from the meat, which at this time is dangling dangerously close to the dust covered floor. "Shards.. My eyes are starting to water from all of the.." Sneeze. "Sneezing..."

Relian blushes triumphantly crimson, mumbling, "You really do have a way with words, Celira, dear." Flushing regally, the young man adds, "Does talking to them help? Do they even hear?" He gives his own meat a wry glance, shaking his head to some unheard thought. "I swear, this is going to be a *real* education."

Sagor smiles at everyone around him and once again returns his gaze to the egg with the lightning cracks in the side of it. "Just poke your head out and see what I have for you little lightning bolt! You know you want it!" He laughs at Niyati's second sneeze since he has been here. "Keep cracking your egg and come get this wonderful delicious meat roll that I just mad especially for you! Brake free and come to me and I can feed you whatever your little heart desires! I am a cook!" He smiles encouragingly towards the Lightning egg.

Namah Watches the little green as she sings her songs. She is trying to keep them original. She wipes away the sweat and grime from the meat in her hands. She is going to need a bath after this. Oh a bath would be nice. She keeps crooning her songs and hoping the little lizard will look at her offering as she leans forward. I will make you a bed so warm and you will stay so clean. I will oil you all day long until you shine so neat. you

Shy Green Hatchling shakes her head softly in confusion at the packed group. Where does she go.." newly formed talons mark a trail in the hot sand as she waddles in a dance toward the enticing smelling food. "Is that a large thing of pink a piece of meat?"she thinks to hersel. Brat she is not, the maker of messes is not another title she would choose, queen of all she surveys is more accurate! Details, details...now where is that food?

Namah sees the little girl looking for food and wiggles hers around trying to get her atention. She keeps singing but it is getting drowned out by the chatter in the close quarters. She thinks it as well though so maybe it will work.

Celira chuckles as she nudges Relian. "Yep, I did it again, didn't I. I can tell from yer voice, regardless that I can't see yer blush in here." Chuckling at the little flit, she whispers to Relian. "Just offer out the food. The flizzen will find its way...hopefully to yer fingers!" She eyes the little green, her blue eyes brightly shining regardless of the dim closetspace. Hand is extended towards the green, meatroll bits displayed as if on a silver platter, royal treatment indeed! "This is /all/ for you, my dear!"

Brid puts the wherry and fish out a bit further, making sure it is seen.. "Little lady, you need to eat. Once fed, there is more we can do.. bathes, oiling hide, massages.. but first dear one.. food.. always.. and I promise this is fresh and sweet tasting." A neat pile of wherry and another of packtail, ready for consumption. She sighs, hoping Izz won't mind a new mouth to feed..

Salaria snaps the last meatroll into peices and looks at the small pile on her lap and then at driping nice looking peices of meat that other people have and sighs. This will never work. Then, with a shrug she brushes off her hands, no harm in trying. Picking up a few bits she sets them in front of her, and even dares to toss one in the direction of the new hatched green.

Aloree carefully takes her free hand, and nudges the large pink carnation out of the way. A quiet smile is on her face as she studies the greenling. "Eh, you're a wee beauty, aren't you?" she murmurs, still holding out a strip of cooked steak like some odd pennant. Fit for a queen, no doubt. That's /Paradise/ meat in there, thank you very much. And there's more of it where that came from, especially if she gets her hands on some of the ovines there...

Slippa's braids wave slightly with each movement of her head, and Slippa herself looks downwards, intent on removing the crumbs that've fallen onto her brand new bright pink leathers and her shirt. "Shardit," she swears as all she seems to be doing is adding more and more crumbs as bits flake off the waved meatroll. She's not paying too much attention to the meatroll as it swings back and forth as she tries to dust herself off, and crumbs from it fall on the floor, making an even bigger mess. "Oops!" she says, realising eventually that she's making such a mess, then she giggles. No mess ever hurt anyone... her attention goes back to the little green and the journeywoman beside her. "Anyways, pink metal's what I want. When do you think that the rings will be ready? Do you have any idea when the gems might be available?"

Seumas rolls the meat into a series of globs that are like a pile of balls stacked up one layer on top of the other, a pyramid for the queen to explore perhaps, straightening up the messy globs he'd created. He's silent and shy like the dragonet, and rubs his left hand on his pants leg a nervous gesture.

Sagor noticing everyone acting towards the Shy Green, keeps his gaze on the Lightning Shell. "Everyone else just wants the green! But not me! I want you, we would have lots of fun together! Just finish cracking your egg, little Lightning! FOOD! I have FOOD!" He notices the loudness of his words. "Sorry, for being so loud, it's just I'm so excited!" He smiles and looks back at the Lightning Egg quickly, afraid of missing a movement.

Relian gives an unseen nod in response to Celira, extending his fingers as far as his reach is possible, palm open, the meat set upon it. "You did, rather. Or did I do it? I hardly know who to blame for this blushing thing; the women, or my own weakness of will!" He uses his free hand to rub at his knee, evidently itching, gaze flickering back to green and eggs. "I rather think she would be a rather picky thing to have around, though," is his comment, "Could be quite difficult, if one didn't have a *lot* of time."

Namah Oh the back aches and her legs are cramping. Oh it is so hot with all of the bodies pressing in on her. It is going to be hard to stay the whole hatching but she will. Happy thoughts. She starts to croon again. Fly up high and you will see the sparkling water below. I will fly with you so high if only in our souls. We drift and fly as we dream all night our lovely shade of green it is so pretty on the wing our beautiful hatchling.

Xinto can't keep his eyes in one place. He finds himself jostled by a burly Smith, then his foot is tromped on by a young Istan woman. The crowd drives him back against the wall, but his eyes still flicker around the room, from the hatchling making her way around the people here, to the eggs that wobble and shake. Feeling a bit dizzy, he slides his back down the wall he'd been leaning against. Whew!

The drudge girl comes running back in, nearly tripping up in her eagerness to get back and watch the hatchlings. She comes up to Isolt with a plate of food, full of meatrolls, slices of wherry, and some cooked vegetables. The journeywoman smiles gratefully at her, and hands her a piece of meat. "So that you may try your luck," she says with a wink. The drudge grins, and gets to offering the meat to the little green. "Anytime we can get the gems, all they need is fixing into their settings, and it's done." She smiles at Slippa, resting her plate on the floor in front of her and picking up a slice of cooked fingerroot, nibbling on it. "Want some?" She offers the rider, because there's too much there for her to eat on her own.

Niyati looks over at the mess being made by the hatching in progress but, before she can speak, yet another sneeze interrupts her. "Shardit!" No, it wasn't a yell, but the exclamation is vehement enough to not need volume. Then it happens. The meat, once held aloft in her hand, flops onto the dusty floor with a muffled splat. "Um.. oops." Sniffle. "Oh well." Another tidbit is taken to be held out and wiggled. "Gaed, do you have a hank..er..aah..aaah.. Chew!"

Namah says, "Little one arent you tired of being hungry? I will feed you and we will go bathe together in the nice cool baths. We will be clean and you will gleam like an emerald. "

Slippa nods at Isolt, reaching out a dusty hand and picking up a chunk of roasted tuber and a slice of wherry. "Don't mind if I do," she grins, recrossing her legs.

Gaederon reaches into his pocket with his unencumbered hand and reaches for the linnen cloth he keeps in there for just such emergencies. He hands it over, after shaking it off, only to notice that it has blown a cloud of dust up in the process. "Sorry." he says, and then leans forward a bit with the meat hanging from his hand. Good meat it is. Red and raw it is. Best to eat it now it is, yes.

Sagor looks extremely frustrated. "Everytime I come to a hatching, I have to go before I even get the chance to Impress!" His face turns red with anger. "I'm afraid I have to go..." He lowers his head in disappointment and walks out of the room....

Shy Green Hatchling dives with head long abandonment at the crumbs dropped in front of her. Face diving would be more accurate to describe the whole situation as she loses any thoughts of being queen and is more focussed on the need for food. Turning with need in her eyes to her new found friend.

Seumas sneezes into a rag. He looks up to watch the lovely green and smiles.

Shy Green Hatchling's cries turn joyous, and she turns towards Slippa, creeling piteously.

Silver Lightning Egg finally gives its last shudder as if the green's joyous creel was a signal, cracking almost exactly in half. Time to escape and bask in the attention of the crowd!

Ledalin steps gracefuly in from the Gathering Hall.

Silver Lightning Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.

Cyclone Blue Hatchling

Shadows in the darkest midnight blue embrace the body in a cloak of darkness from the top of the head, to the back, legs and tail. Almost as if he bathed his body in a bowl of melted sapphires, the color paints his belly, chin, under his tail, and inside legs making him look so much like two firelizards squashed together from above and below. Graceful of bodyline, he seems to long to be in himself with the length of his body oddly matching his wingspan so that he appears serpantine. Handsome he is, wooing anything that moves and he isn't adverse to fighting males that interrupt such a delicate process. Vocal even for a firelizard he seems to delight in trying to mimic trills and twortles to amuse himself.

Jovial Saffron Egg begins to shudder beneath the sand slowly working its way loose of the warm sand covering it.

Ledalin quickly scuttles in, having heard the jovial mutterings of nearby smiths, she had managed to swipe a few spiderclaws from a passing patron and trundled away before it was noticed. Now skidding to a halt with the others she was just near enough to catch the sudden bursting of the blue.

"Congrats!" Celira beams over at the lucky lady, then turns her attention back to the next contestant on the sands. "Awww...what an adorable lil' bluey!" Her grin turns child-like once more. "What'dya think, Rel? Another blue brother to match Zaph?" Blue looks to blue as her eyes focus on the hatchling. "Hello handsome one...hungry are ya?" Meatrolls are held out once more towards the flit.

Seumas mutters."A blue." He squishes the ball pyramid down, and gets a fresher meatroll from his handful. He barely moves shaking the meat, sometimes arely moving will get attention perhaps from even the noisiest of lizards, his winged opposite... Seumas the silent Lizard the noisy...

Isaria watches as the green hatchling impresses. Suspicious orbs survey the room once again in time to spy a familiar face enter the room. A srubby young boy enters and runs straight at Isaria, "Where have you been Isa?!" Isaria sighs, "What are you doing here? How'd you find me? Why'd you find me?" The little boy's face scrunches up as he explains that he was wondering if he could have a meatroll. "Don't they have more in the main hall? Of course they do...." The boy begins to look rejected and Isa sighs. "Here Saraen, here. Come and watch the hatching. You always enjoy that kind of thing." Such a sucker for kids, such a sucker...

Slippa watches the hatchling, giggling. "Watch it, little one!" She calls out, only just stopping her from banging her head on a pink-coated leg. She quickly puts down the rest of the meatroll for the hatchling, only to have it gobbled up quickly. "Well, considering I only came out today to see about a commission, I think I did pretty well for myself!" Slippa chuckles, eyes fixated on the hatchling. "Can I get back to you about the pink buckles, Isolt? I'd better go find more meat for this little darling... and maybe you could check out about the pink glazes?" With that, she picks up the protesting little hatchling, and smiles as she stands up. "Send me a note when the rings are ready, too!" She grins, and starts to walk out, back into the land of non-dustiness, her pink backside covered in brown dust and a clean patch rubbed where she was sitting.

Slippa trots, the small beads in her hair tinkling merrily, to the Gathering Hall.

Aloree gives a chuckle as she realizes how silly she must look, dirt all over her skirt, hair starting to work loose from it's bun, and a piece of dusty steaks dangling from her fingers. And she still has to hunt down someone to commission. And so she stands, and steals quickly away, brushing herself off as she goes, shaking her head, and muttering good-naturedly "Silly old woman I am, Hatchings are a young person's game."

"Oh, a blue!" Relian sits up straighter, apparently relieved by a male upon the scene. "I think I like him. He's dark, but--well, nice." This is said with a firm nod, the young man outstretching his hand all the more. "Congratulations," is his call across the room, as his gaze catches an impression, a firm nod echoing the sentiment. "I think we're both better off without her, Celira."

Brid says, "oh.. a perfect blue for Nuadayth! He can't reject you, little one.. You are a perfect foil for him!" The Istan Nanny resets her meat, smiling at the greenrider and her new green.. what a clever match.. But blues are her weakness.. "So, dear sir, will you dine? I've fish or wherry for your pleasure.. And then.. we can go search the skies for stars and clouds and other beautiful things. But first.. eat!""

Cyclone Blue Hatchling lets out a rather violent creel of hunger. It's bee far to long in there! Seeing so many people about with so much food, the poor uncoordinated blue doesn't know which way to go, one foot goes one way, the other goes another, and the head's facing an entirely different direction!

Salaria can't help the sigh of disapontment as the green turns away toward an unknown young woman but then her eyes are turned toward the newly hatched blue. She giggles a bit and picks out a tasty bit of meatroll and gently lobs it in the direction of the lovely blue. She knows it's tasty because she sampled the meatroll before breaking it up into bite sized peices.

Namah Sees the little blue break free and starts to sing a tune to him. Danc in the sky little blue boy. You are too sweet to just fly. You will match the heavens and the sky reflects your hide. I will hold you near to me and we will see just how. You sparkle in the sky and I will hold you now.

Celira leans her head back in laughter as she watches the poor thing gather its wits. "Ohhh, you silly little blue! All worked up and don't know where to go, eh?" Smiling with amusement, she shakes her head gently and reaches out her food-filled palm towards the little guy. "Eh, yer prolly right Rel." Grin.

Niyati would call out her congratulations but she's rather busy at the moment. Busy, that is, sneezing into the recently acquired handkerchief. "Thank you, Gaederon," she manages, still dangling the meat with her free hand. "If this keeps up, I'll scare all of the hatchlings away." Snicker. The irony.

Confused? Really.. go towards the food.. Ledalin surveys the blue with mild reprive, though amusement seems to collect about her lips. She peers down at the spiderclaws now cradled against her skirt, nose wrinkling with mild disgust --she never was one for the crawly things-- and all but holding it from tip to tip, in an effort o unladen herself. All yours my confounded little friend, it's all yours.

Xinto twists his attention from the newly hatched blue to the shuddering Saffron egg, so pretty that one, and...friendly looking. Heaving himself to his feet once more, he practially stumbles into a young blue-eyed girl. "Um, sorry, excuse me," he stammers, ducking his head to stare at scuffed boots. When he nervously glances up and sees her smiling at him, however, his cheeks dimple in a grin. Must make an impression, talk to her! says that inner voice.

"Look," Xinto says stupidly, pointing at the new hatchling, "A blue."

Seumas looks toward a drudge that was peering in, a gossip grabbing type. He stammers out."M...may I have s...some s..spiderclaw?" The drudge heads off quickly and returns with it after a couple moments. Perhaps spiderclaw will be what this handsome noise wants. A new meat to entice the lizards...

Isolt waves a farewell to Slippa, and decides to risk it by kneeling on the dusty floor with her plate before her. She watches the little blue hatchling, cocking her head and nibbling on some roast tubers. A little figure with the same silver-blonde hair comes running up behind her, throwing her arms around the journeywoman's neck in a choke-tight grip. "Mommy!" She calls, bouncing energetically. Of course, it's Isolt's daughter, Myah. "They brought you back already?" Isolt asks, blinking in surprise.

Relian comments, with a grin, "I *know* I'm right, Celira. Believe me." Sure, believe him. that's very sensible. "Besides, I think this blue is much cuter, and I'm not sure that I really go for cute, but it might be nice, all the same." Gaze flickers across the remaining eggs, as he adds, "I'm not sure I like the suspense of colours, though; I like to know what's going on." Breathing slowly, intaking through his nose, his comments trail to a close, his meat still waved.

Gaederon sighs and glances at Niyati, his eyes warmly encouraging, "I hope not." he replies. His attention is drawn to the scrap of meat she had dropped and snatches it from the floor "Well, I don't think they will mind a bit of dusty meat." he says, more to himself than anyone else. He looks then at the little blue "Ah, handsome little fellow, reminds me a bit of my first firelizard. Went wild on me though. I was so distraught at that time of my life, I forgot to take proper care of him." He holds the clean meat in his hand, and palms the less clean bit. This time he kneels down and holds the meat out. Fresh meat, yes, just what a little blue needs, it is.

Rosuma becomes so pitifully confused at all the sights and smells, and especially the noises! So many noises! He gives a few odd little sqwauks, trying to answer and mimic them all, trying to soothe himself with the noises even. What food to take? He lurches forward to the first hand he sees and snatches a bit of meatroll before retreating back towards his old shell..

Cyclone Blue Hatchling becomes so pitifully confused at all the sights and smells, and especially the noises! So many noises! He gives a few odd little sqwauks, trying to answer and mimic them all, trying to soothe himself with the noises even. What food to take? He lurches forward to the first hand he sees and snatches a bit of meatroll before retreating back towards his old shell..

Namah holds out her meat with one hand but she has to take a break from song. Her throat is too dry and parched. She leans back and stretches as she takes a break her hand dangling meat. She sends out musical thoughts to the eggs. She is becoming tired from the heat and a little cranky from all the pushing and shoving.

"Yup, they let me come back, Mommy!" Myah squeaks, untangling herself for a second and sitting on the floor beside her mom. She reaches out to the plate and snatches a piece of wherry, nibbling it gently and watching the hatchling with eager eyes. "Pretty blue!" she says with a grin, waggling a little bit of her wherry experimentally at the hatchling, licking her wherry-sauced fingers. "I got this," she then says, pulling a jammy sandwich out of her dungaree pocket and taking a bite.

"That's it little guy...c'mon now. I won't bite!" Celira chuckles at the flits nervous antics, and holds out her own palm, meatroll temptingly situated within it. "You'll be safe n'sound with me, and there'll be endless piles of food for ya." Chuckling, she glances briefly up at Relian, before turning her blue eyes back upon blue hide.

Brid awwws, the poor little blue is a shy one... Well, nannies know about shy.. easy, quiet, gentle movements.. carefully arranging the meat and fish for his ease of access. "There ya go little one.. and there's plenty more..." Absently reaching up to scritch fei, "yes dear.. he would look lovely next to you. And Nuadayth would love him too."

Relian's nose wrinkles as he watches the blue, his comment thoughtful, "I think he's scared. I sure as shards would be, I suppose." He leans back, moving to rest his legs, plopping into a more comfortable position than a longstanding crouch. "This is hard on the knees, anyway." Celira's actions are met with hesitance; he refrains from talking to the hatchlings, rather, apparently, prefering to talk to himself.

Jovial Saffron Egg rocks back and forth in the warm sand of the washtub, almost violent like.

Ledalin settles herself, maintaining some vestage of ballance amidst the haphazard shoving of exciteable apprentices and passer-bys. The spiderclaw she dangles is carefuly averted from sight, but is offered none the less. Black