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16-12-01: Bralath
Rowann rolls from beneath the cot, looking up at Ilara with a wide beam on her childish face, "Happpppyyyy Tuurnnndayyy!!!!"...
Rowann rolls from beneath the cot, looking up at Ilara with a wide beam on her childish face, "Happpppyyyy Tuurnnndayyy!!!!" Woo... And she's up! Time to party!
"Happy Turnday!" Squeals the enthused Serafa as she flaps her sheet open to reveal her skimpy white bikini, she's bored and hot and stuff.
Ilara stops, staring in utter disbelief. Her mouth works soundlessly for a long moment before she finds her voice where it cowers in fear behind a cot, terrified by all the screaming. Making her voice cooperate takes another few moments as she makes unintelligable squeaks... But finally... "For /me/?! Oh, shards, you guys are the BEST! I've never had a surprise PARTY!" Cue hyperactive candidate
Yulianna bounds forward and throws her arms around Ilara, and nods excitedly, "And I've never thrown one!" That's almost as good, really! "Sarah made the cake--" she nods toward the other girl, "An' I planned it...an' everyone else showed up!"
"Happy Turnday to you!" Kaslarna sings, making an attempt to sing on key for a change, then starts to applaud for no apparent reason "Yay Ilara."
Fareia giggles and waves a little bbunch of ribbons, sort of throwing one at Ilara. "I helped decorate!" She tosses the other little ribbons on the floor and people. Instant decor!
Sarah noddles to Ilara, "Yes, I hope it's to your liking." The cake is urged forward in the general direction of Ilara. "I made it, and had some of the others fetching stuff from the cabinets." It wasn't all her doing.
Oliana grins and steps up to Ilara's general direction, glancing at the cake. "Sarah, you did a /great/ job with that," she comments. Of course. Always a baker.
Rowann bounces upwards, finding herself standing right in front of Ilara, "Hiya!!" She blushes, pulling something from behind her back. What is it? Ahh! A pretty l'il shell. Awww. Ain't she sweet? "Here ya' go... Only little, but I thought you'd like it."
Serafa giggles and swoops down on the poor Ilara. "I know its overwhelming but we wanted to do something for you. Naughty Ilara not telling us when your turnday was" Serafa simpers, Ha! this will teach you or something.
"Congratulations," offers Relian, ever quiet - even somewhat subdued. He looks exhausted.
Ilara positively beams, eyes sparkling... She's at a loss for words for another moment, she's so surprised and happy. "I can't believe you dod this for /me!/ Oh, the cake is /lovely/, and so is the decorations, and I was /totally/ surprised Yuli! Oooh, its pretty, I love it, thank you!" At this point,
Ilara stops talking sense and just starts hugging every single one of her fellow candidates... totally obvlivious to the fact that she's supposed to be shy.
Sarah takes the compliment with a nod of her head as she smiles at Oliana. "I'll have to give you my recipe." Sarah looks calm as ever as she settles back down onto her cot. "Thanks Ilara," she says brightly and offers a bright smile. "I'm glad you like it. Please, everyone have a piece..and mind you, a small one."
Fareia turns around to rummage through her trunk, once she's done with the ribbons. She pulls out a little vial and holds it out for Ilara,"Happy turnday! This is rosewater. Smells like roses. I got a healer friend to send it to me." Oooh rosy perfume. Once the present is taken care of she turns to the cake. "Um....Anyone got a knife to cut this thing with?"
Teric ducks into the barracks, towel draped across still water-spattered shoulders and pads across to his cot in his bare feet while giving the group a curious grin. "What's goin' on, eh?" he asks, rubbing at his hair briskly with the towel. But other than that, he just stays off to the side.
Kaslarna sticks her head under her cot and rummages about. She emerges, holding a bracelet made of several threads that have been plaited together, which she proffers to Ilara.
Serafa giggles and hugs the girl enthusiastically before whispering in her ear. "I hope you like my present" She says as she drags out from her sheet a Bikini much like the white one that she is wearing, except this one is pale lavender and a little less skimpy
Oliana grins at Sarah. "That would be /lovely/," she enthuses, taking a seat on the nearest cot to her after getting her hug from Ilara. She rummages around in her apron pocket and pulls out a dainty white kerchief, then holds it up and out to Ilara. "Happy Turnday. It's not much, but I sort of managed to embroider your name on the bottom in blue. It's leftover fabric from my candidate robe, actually. Thought it'd help with dusting, or tear dabbing, or what have you." She grins.
Ilara takes the rosewater, blinking in dazed bemusement. "Ooo, great, thank you Fare!" She gives Serafa a slightly horrified look -- oh, the thought of Ilara showing any skin! -- it looks skimpy enough to /her/. Still, she recovers quickly, too happy to be daunted by anything at the moment, and grins brightly. "Oh, /thank/ you, Serafa, I love it!" And she does, because its a gift, and she's just happy to have gifts. "Oooh, what a cute kerchief! And bracelet! Oh, wow, I can't believe you all went to all this trouble for me.... "
Oliana very nearly beams as the other receives her gift, then smooths her apron down a bit.
Rowann sits down on her cot, just watching everyone give their presents to Ilara. The joy and excitement are vivid on her own face, this is kind of strange for her... since she doesn't usually like the party scene. But hey! It's a turnday party!
Yulianna beams at Ilara and shakes her head, "Ya' deserve it! It's yer turnday and turndays are for celebratin'." She nods, yes, that's definitely her opinion on the matter, and then leans toward Ilara, "Ya' should have some cake!"
Kaslarna flomps back down on her cot after the proffering of the present and grins cheerfully and impartially at everyone
Fareia waves a hand at Ilara,"Oh it was nothing." Says the girl ho tossed a few ribbons and yelled happy turnday. "Now then....Let's eat." A cheerful giggle and she plops down on Sarah's cot next to the cake. Hungry much? Well, hanging around all those cookie-munchin kidlets was torture.
Ilara sets down, numbly, on a cot... Trying to make some sense of this surprise and the obvious show of comraderie. She can't deny it this time. Which just leaves her utterly stunned. "Ohh-- yes, cake! It looks wonderful, we must have some!" Her gifts are set down carefully on her cot, away from cake that might get on them.
Sarah rumages through her belongings and finds a recipe for a fingerroot cake. Face falls as she realizes that's all she has to give. "Here's a recipe, though I dont' know if you'll like it. And ooh, cake? Sure. Who wants to cut it? I have a knife!" Ooh, lovely thing to announce. ^^
Serafa grins "Arent you gonna try it on dear?" She asks of Ilara. "It really pretty and I think the colour would look divine on you. Dont you think girls?" Serafa twinkles at everybody
Fareia beams back at Serafa then nods to Ilara,"Yes, definately. Try it on!" Another giggle. Boy she's giggly today. And she eyes the cake again then raises an eyebrow at Sarah,"Oooh fingerroot cake? Hm..." Farie's always been a veggie fan.
Ilara blinks. "Right /now/? I'm all grubby from stablework right now, I can't put it on here..." She shakes her head, perhaps about to say more, but her attention is directed elsewhere. "Oh! Thank you for the recipe! Maybe you could help me some time, then? Being a horrible cook and all... but... If you helped... Who'se going to cut the cake?"
Relian drawls, with a grin, "I think there should be someone *in* the cake. Jumping up. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Yulianna makes up her mind to snag the knife from Sarah and attack the cake with it...and does a fair job of cutting it. "Um...we forgot plates." she sheepishly admits, gingerly balancing a piece on the knife and holding it out to Ilara. "But here!"
Serafa smirks at Relian "Why thank you Relian dear for volunteering for that very important aspect of Ilara's birthday. Off you go then. I'm sure we can whip up as loin-cloth for you so you look the part"
Nyla is on her cot, looking bored. Funny that, s'cause she is. A sigh, and dark eyes scan out over the people, a 'brow lifting in bleak interest. "Hey, Rowann, can you do my hair. It's really annoying me. Like, put it up."
Ilara grins brightly up at Yulianna, bouncing a bit in her seat as she takes the handfull or turnday cake... luckily, she /did/ wash her hands when she came in from doing Deba's stablework. "Mmm, great!" she mutters around a mouthfull, after breaking off a piece (spreading crumbs everywhere) and tossing it into her mouth.
Relian sticks his tounge out at Serafa, smirking in response. "Only if you'll join me. You, me, a lot of cake..." He winks, chuckling as he moves back to reclining upon his bed in lazy nonchalance.
Debajirin is always late for every big party, by now it ought to be a well known fact. So of course coming in and finding something of a ruckus in the barracks gets him with both eyebrows raised, and he makes a note of going to his cot, pressing himself against it, and staring at everyone else with somethin of an afraid look, gathering enough courage to ask "What?" loud enough that it might get heard before going back ot his cowering.
Jayden wanders into the Barracks with a towel slung over his shoulder, skin damp and fresh from the Baths. At the sight of the cake, etc., though, he freezes. "What in Faranth's name..." But...it looks like a party. An exciting party. Eee.. "So...what's happening? Party?" Parties are good. Very good.
Fareia chuckles at Relian and daintily slides a piece of cake off for herself. "ooh this /is/ good, Sarah." She wipes some crumbs off of Sarah's cot then waves to Jayden and Deba,"It's Ilara's turnday!"
Serafa purrs Relain-wards "Heh You sure that would make you blush and run off?" She asks with typical Serafian sweetness. Smiling and waving at Debajirin and Jayden she giggles "Not just any party, a surprise turnday party, Ilara is Nineteen today!"
Yulianna continues passing out cake to anyone that wants it, chattering as she does so, "I'da done more, Ilara, but it was a bit of short notice--somone else pointed it out to me..." And we all know how that goes.
Isoldi is yet another recent arrival from the baths. Towel still draped over her head, the young woman peers out from a veil of terrycloth and damp platinum hair at the fuss. "This is the partyingest bunch I've ever met, Novi," she might be heard chuckling to the little bronze perched on her shoulder. The smug little creature lets out a chirp, while his mistress sidles, dripping merrily, towards her cot.
Ilara nods in agreement with Serafa's statement, though she's busy chewing on fingerroot cake and cannot immediatly comment. Struggling to finish chewing and swallow, she adds a bit late, "I'm nineteen turns today! And Yuli planned a surprise party!" Beam. Gush. Etcetera.
Kilbane dawdles into the barracks, his soled feet scuffing silently on the cold floor. The first glance into the room is met with stupefaction. "What have we here?" As he hovers around his cot, a bubbly is dulely noted. "Ilara's birthingday is it?" And him without his gift. As a slab of cake is shoved in front of him, he accepts it with a quiet appreciation. "Feel any older, Ilara?"
Debajirin blinks towards Ilara, and then notices... CAKE! The Candied Fisherman is up in a flash, giving a great big grin to Ilara and offering a "Happy Turnday! Wow!" to her before making his way towards the food. After all, he's not top for manners, being a Fisherman and all, right?
"Happy Turnday!
"Happy Turnday!" Not about to be left out, Isoldi calls this greeting out to Ilara, accompanying it with one of her patented blinding bright grins. Then she flips the towel off of her head, idly spinning it into a tight little roll and snapping its tip at the nearest candidate. Whosoever that unfortunate may be.
The Dragons are humming as Ista Weyr gears up for Harper's Tale's 31st PC Hatching (occuring in 20 min!). @move me to #2066 (Ista's galleries) to watch!
-- entered by Hannah on 2001-12-15 18:41 MOO Time. (5 seconds)
Fitz blinks and opens his mouth to say something, then blinks again. "It's Ilara's Turnday?" he asks, a little boggled. It's his turnday too. "H...happy Turnday." and he offers Sock as a present, since he had no clue. "You can have this. For good luck."
Relian shuts his eyes, phasing out of conversation with a ruefully amused smile upon his lips. He stretches out upon his cot, legs extended, his arms behind his head, elbows spread out. "Mmm, sleep," he mutters, cheerfully.
Oliana is absorbed in making her cot now that the majority of the excitment has passed. Must make sure cot is nice and tidy before eating cake on it....
Oliana stills, her eyes getting round. "What...is...that?" she asks very slowly, turning from her cot to stare at the other candidates, the thrumming not registering for this Hold-bred type.
Serafa blinks and stops her flirting and general merry-making to ask a simple question. "You guys hear anything?"
As the first thrum from the dragons echoes through the barracks, Yulianna freezes, a piece of cake in each hand, and stands staring for a moment, until the second sound that sets the walls vibrating. "Wait! This can't happen yet! Um...we haven't finished the cake!"
Nyla shuffles over to Relian. "Oi. Did that robe fit you, across the shoulders, where I re-made it?"
Rowann raises her head, eyes widening immensely as she hears the thrumming of the dragons growing louder, "Oh!" She knows what this means... "It's starting..."
Fareia is in the middle of happily munching on her carrot cake, getting Sarah's bed niiice and crumby. "What?" She shrugs, waving a hand,"Aw, it's prolly just an upset dragon. There's no way..../it/ could be happening." Notice how no one really names /it/.
Squaln dives into the barracks and makes his way straight for his candidate robe which lies next to his cot. Fingers fly to shed from his clothing and he tugs the robe on, over his head and finally in place. He then sits down on his cot and takes off his sandals to be barefoot for this occasion. This is it, everybody! he calls out to his fellow candidates.
Ilara pauses, about to say something to Fitz, and stops to listen. And she goes icey white. "Oh no, not /now/! I didn't finish my ca-- oh, shards!" Party forgotten, Ilara commences with the scurrying and the panicing and the accidently trying to put shoes on her head or wear Deba's underwear. Eventually, though, she finds her own whites.
Kaslarna was comatose on her cot, until the first vague sounds were heard and the screaming of the rest of the candidates were heard. She sits bolt upright and flings herself off her cot, frantically hunting for robe and sandals "Shards!" is her exclamation
Debajirin hasn't even gotten to the cake yet! And those dragons are... HUMMING! "Guys..." he notes, blinking a bit, and then positively grinning. "So what we do now?" Is asked quickly, him somewhat distracted by now by that low thrumming, and not thinking at all well.
Kilbane swallows his last bit of cake and pricks his ears at the sound of a low reverberation spreading through the air. Glances are rapidly shot towards the other candie-folk. He knows what that sound is. Tearing towards his clothes trunk, the candidate robe is revealed and unfolded in a reckless hurry. "That's our cue.." He says to whomever cares to listen.
Lynsay peeks out through one eyes, awakened by the humming dragons. "Is that what I think it is?" She askes, suddenly giddy. Hands dip under her bed to find her robe.
Isoldi pauses in wriggling out of wet clothes and into dry. Were she a feline, ears would be perked forward right now. Was that...? "Looks like it'll be someone else's Turnday today too!" she announces cheerfully. The outfit she'd chosen is discarded, the carefully folded robe that's been sitting so long in her clothespress now finally making an appearance. A few good shakes remove the wrinkles and then she's shimmying into it. "Robes, Deba!"
Teric's head snaps up as he hears the distinct hum of dragons. Eyes go wide as he looks to the other candidates and smiles a little. "Show time?"
Fareia sort of watches everyone else scurry around and quickly shoves the rest of her cake in her mouth and dives towards her turnk, rummaging through it, clothing on top of her robe beinfg thrown every which way. "Where is it, where is it?" she mutters, then triumphantly holds up that ohso important piece of white cloth.
Rowann stares down at her feet, noticing she already has her sandals on. She nervous, but it doesn't show. 'Nor would she ever let it. Calmly she stands, moving to her cot and pulling out a tunic of pure white. She stands there for a few moments, just staring at it.
Relian's eyes flicker up, and he nods towards Nyla. "It does. It's still...a little short. But it fits fine, across the shoulders, so it's all good." His attention turns away from Nyla as panic ensues across the barracks, and his best fish impression follows. "You're all kidding, right?" A winning smile is sent back to Nyla - "Hold my hand? Since you saved my modesty with this robe?"
Jayden is sitting on the edge of his cot, observing the party, when he hears it. "What is-oh shards." Shards. Shards. "Now? Hatching? /Now/?" But...he's not ready. Not yet, he's not. /Now/???? Nevertheless, he jumps up and starts searching for his robe. Shardit, where did he put it?
Sarah looks appruptly startled by THE NOISE. Making it sound like a horror flick isn't making it any better. "What's going -- oh shards? NOW?" Sarah was NOT ready for THAT yet. Sniffle. Candidate robe, though slightly needing repair from her firelizard half eating it. "Shardit, Asca!" Oh well, can't change it now. Eh?
Squaln stands ready and smoothes back his hair one final time before diving towards Kilbane and his cot. Blue optics shine with excitement as he glances at his best pal. "Get your robe on!" he yells. "We're finally gonna do this!"
Oliana looks right...she looks left. And then she says "Oh! Oh oh /that/! /It/ is happening!" She gathers from others' reactions. She simply reaches down to her clothespress, takes out the candidate robe, and sheds her own clothing. "I can't believe it! Already?" She pulls the robe on, some words of hers ending up muffled.
Serafa scampers abandoning her grass-stained white sheet and prancing through the barracks in her Bikini. Making her way with nervous steps she opens her press toremove her delicate white robe, and low and behold her sandals are underneath. "I thought I wouldnt be able to find these I forgot they were here" She comments to anyone who wishes to listen.
Yulianna stands still in the middle of the room holding those two fraggin' pieces of cake and staring around...what to /do/ with them. Ah! She stuffs both pieces under her pillow and wipes her hands on her skirt, retrieving with some small amount of pride what looks like, and is, a bundle of white from her bag.
Debajirin takes a moment for a bit of a nevous laugh, then streaks (quite literally, he's stripping as he runs) to the trunk at the foot of his cot, digging through to finally retrieve the rag better known as his robe. The thing is shook out, eyed skeptically, and tossed onto the cot so he can properly change. Hee, and there are girls in the room too.
Nyla blinks, jerking her head around to drop her jaw at Rowann. "What?!" Pause. "What in sharding blazing hell are you on about?" Nyla's eyes gloss over with anxiety, the girl glancing ruefully at Relian and then turning to *RUN* to her cot. Woah. Relian is ignored, for the most part, whilst she wriggles into her robe, and shoves her behind onto the cot as she ties up her sandals. "What, Relian? I didn't hear you! Hey everyone," Pause. "SHUT UP!" Cough. Not like she's going to get much of a response with that.
Evoril slinks into the caverns, quietly ignoring the mass panic and quite calmly undressing to put on his robes. /He/ is never anything but suave and calm and unruffled, see? A glare is tossed towards the candies in a panic.
Kaslarna has managed to find her robe and is in the process of tugging the robe over her head, while bouncing on one foot trying to shove her sandal on. "Not now, not now." she repeats in a hiss to herself, boinging furioulsly as she tries to force the sandal on. It goes, and Kaslarna starts to bounce on the other foot, still blinded by the folds of her robe.
Rowann slips her tunic over her head, depositing it uncerimoniously in a heap on the floor. With a gentle sigh, she pulls her white clothing over her head - giving it one last look and a check that the stitching is done well. She's ready. What to do....
Fareia tosses on the robe then nearly dives under her bed, for her sandals. "Where's my other /shoe/?" she moans, tossing one out behind her and standing up to slip it on then crouches back down to look for the other one. "I can't find my other sandal!" Okay. Deep breaths. Where did she put it. Nyla gets a slight glance then she goes back to muttering and looking for her shoe. "Has anyone seen my sandal?" she shouts across the cavern.
Relian dresses without much heed of modesty: it's a quick toss off of breeches and shirt, followed by his robe over his head. "I said," he calls across the room, towards Nyla, "Will you hold my hand, on the sands?"
Jayden reluctantly gets to his knees and looks under the horrifyingly scary bed. Bad things under that bed... "Aha!" Seeing it, he jumps to his feet and snatches it up, stripping with no modesty. Who /cares/ if there's other people in the room? The eggs are hatching...FARANTH.
Fitz looks startled, dark eyes widening. "What...what's that?" he asks, gulping. "What's going on?" he stands and looks daft for a few moments, then quickly follows suit, shrugging off his baggy tunic and stuffing himself into his slightly lopsided robe. You can't expect a 12 year old to be a seamstress can you? He huffs and puffs as if the effort wore him out and stands at the ready, hair mussed and sticking straight up. "What are we doing? What's going on? Is it hatching? Are the dragon eggs hatching?"
Ilara gets her robe on -- backwards -- and wriggles around within it, trying to twist it facing the proper way. With some difficulty, she manages to do so, though her left arm remains stuck at her side. A bit more struggling, and the right arm is through the sleeve -- and then the left -- but where did her shoes go? Scamper, scurry, scramble! Wrong shoe, wrong foot! Ah! There, that's the right one!
Meral peers out from his cot, dressed in his nice, new, spiffy robe. Sneer. "Heh." Notice, the nicely done robe, courtesy of some....weaver of sorts. How much did he swindle? Or how, is more likely.
Squaln stands, barefoot and grinning widely. Yes, he's braving it and going out onto the Sands with /bare/feet/. No one knows is he's daft or just plain hungry for pain.. but.. this should be interesting just the same. Kilbane is slapped on the shoulders and grinned at.
Serafa wiggles nervously into her robe, it shimmies over her bikini like water. The sandals pose a bit of a problem seeing as they require non-shaking fingers to attach to her feet, "Anybody wanna help me?" She wails pitiously into the chaotic din.
Teric quietly goes about his business, sliding out of wet swimming shorts and into his candidate robe. Sandals are slid and tied on before the smith turned candie simply sits on the edge of his cot... and waits.
Oliana is slipping on her second of two (obviously) sandals, her face almost as white as the robe she wears, yet oddly calm. Next, she smooths at her wild hair and walks over to Sarah's cot. "Sarah? Nervous?" she asks, her voice using that same 'on edge' tone as many of the others.
Lynsay sheds her covers, sitting for a moment to regain some composure, before begining to strip and change into her own robe. She straightens, pulling the neck of it up a little bit, to prevent -too- much cleavage. "This is seriously happening, isn't it?" She askes no one in perticular, checking around all the patches she so carefully sewed, making sure they're staying. Sandals are nexted to be searched out.
Isoldi cheerfully straightens the lines of her robe, appearing rather unaffected by the blind panic and chaos infecting the rest of the barracks, then plunks down on the side of her cot. Sandals are rummaged out from beneath the cot, slipped on one at a time and then she's standing. Tahdah. Hands on hips, almost colorless eyes looking around, she smiles crookedly at the scene unfolding before her. "If people only knew..."
Yulianna yanks off her boots, skirt, and tunic, and wriggles into her robe, slipping her feet into her sandals and smoothing her hair, then turning to watch all the ruckass with amusement. "Aye, they're hatchin'." she calls to Fitz.
Nyla glares at Fitz. "What, are you stupid or something? Listen, would you!" Shaking her head, the girl tips it 'wards Relian, a grin spreading from her lips. "Glad to!" But? "Oh, Teric! Didn't you want me to hold your hand by the time it came?" Clapping her hands together, Nyla waves her hand up in the air to attract the Smith's attention. "Hey!"
Kilbane peels off his outer clothing with mad speed and tugs the ivory garment over his zaffre head. Trekking over to Squaln, he makes sure they both look appropriate. "And white isn't exactly my color, but it'll have to do, right?" The swarm of candies and flashes of white only serve to highten the anxiety and excitement. "Ready to test our will?" To Squa, while a gesture is sent to the bare toes.
Ilara laces up her second sandal. "I'll help, Serafa, what do you need?" She hurries over to Seffy's side, blinking.
Looking around for her sandals, probably stolen by one of her firelizards, Sarah hops around the room on one foot, trying to take off her other sandals. "Shardit-Shardit-SHARDIT" she announces and lightly sends a glare to her flizzens. "If either one of you stole my sandal, I swear you'll go back to Grinstead whether I do or not." Rygel abruptly tosses her a plain sandal and chitters. "Thank you." Oliana is given a calm grin. "Nervous? Do I look nervous?" The answer is YES.
Jayden puts on his slightly too big (he wanted it that way) robe after shrugging off the rest of his clothes. Faranth.... He then sits on the edge of his cot and slips on his brand new sandals, bought especially for this. Faranth...
Debajirin is now fairly white, only in clothing, of course. He's rather reddish for natural colouration. But not getting into that for now. He goes to the trunk, closes it, and proceeds to sit on it, suddenly feeling extremely detached. Panic puts him into this eventually, he's just reached the state sooner than he'd thought. Bare feet are tap-tapped against the thing. Oh, he's just waiting now, just potting. "Hatching," is mused to himself, and "Wonder if Kristi's here," added. One track mind, y'know.
Fareia whines, worriedly as she dumps out nearly her entire trunk. "Where's my shoe?" A screech is supressed and she runs to the other side of her cot, nearly tripping onto her face with only one shoe on. "Has anyone seen my other sandal? I really need it!"
Oliana grins at Sarah, but doesn't move. "Well, then...er...same here. I'll just stick by you, then, hmm?" She attempts a smile, but gives it up and simply waits.
Kaslarna's bouncing seems to have done the trick, and now Kas turns her attention to her robe, tugging it over herself and twisting furiously to get in settled into place. "Eek!" is the only comment that she says, trying desperatly to sort out which way round the robe goes with hands that seem all thumbs.
"Great," is Relian's response to Nyla, as he moves to sit upon his cot, carefully adjusting his sandals to make them fit properly. He's gone pale, watching the doorway to the passage, as other candidates flock in. "Faranth's bloody nose."
Teric stands now and nods quickly to Nyla. "Yeah, I'd like that," he replies, moving over to her as his voice barely gets above the din of the dozens of candidates. Busy day indeed. Naomi gets a quick salute, one of the few Teric's given out his entire time in the Weyr. "Time yet?"
Yulianna listens to Fareia running around like a wherry with it's head cut off, then calmly points under Kilbane's cot. "Fareia! It's over there." Really, she knows where everything is...even the cake.
Naomi steps daintily into the barracks, a wide grin upon her face. "/Guess/ what Dhiammarath just told Kaith? You're not going to believe this one..." She pauses, crossing the room to stand at it's center. "The eggs are /hatching/! Isn't that exciting?" Hey, this's news to her. "Get ready!" Teric is given a curt nod. "Unless you'd like to come up to my weyr instead. It's cozy!"
Serafa whines "I cant tie my sandals they are all ick and my fingers are not obeying me" She says holding her shaking hands up. N'ano's entrance is noted, but she is still freaking out about her sandals...manageing to get half of one done herself in her nervous excitement.
Fitz covers his mouth with both hands, trying not to hyperventilate or burst into tears or something. "Omigoodness omigoodness omigoodness..." he chants over and over again, taking a few deep breaths. "Ok...I'mok I'mok I'mok...." spotting the two riders he springs up and down in place in excitement. "They're humming!" as if they didn't know.
N'ano cups his hands together, yelling "Gather up, kiddies! Here that noise? It's time! Into your robes immediately if you're not already! To the end of your cots! Let's go, let's go!"
Rowann bobs her head, her waves of crimson strewn around her face, "They are hatching." She knows this 'cos she's seen it before! Her eyes wander around the room, goodness knows how she keeps her wits amongst this racket. She reaches a hand out, grabbing Serafa's shoulder, "Stand with me?" She may keep her cool, but asking that turns her cheeks red. She needs a hand to hold, then she is ready.
Nyla blinks at Fareia, and begins jogging towards the door, where Relian is.. sorta near. And she slides into a halt, eyes widening. "Ah!" Naomi is *never* a good thing. "No!" And cue her pouncing Relian on the back. "Hey! Hey!" Good thing she's near the door.
Jayden sends Naomi a glance as he looks up from fastening his sandals. "Faranth..." He needed to hear it from a rider to really believe it. Not that he really believes it yet. But still. He fastens his sandals and stands up, nodding. "I'm ready." Faranth, the eggs are /hatching/!!!
Squaln dives towards the riders, grabbing Kilbane as he does and dragging his friend with him as well. "This is it!" he says again. Blue optics peer down at his bare feet. Bane his glanced at again and a grin forms on his face.
Teric chuckles at Naomi and gives her a quick leer. "I'll come find ye after the Hatchin', how's that?" he replies tartly before reaching out for Nyla's hand.
Fareia squeaks and hops up and down on her one foot. "Ew!" she shouts as she steps in a leftover piece of cake. "But I can't find my sandal!" Oh well, no time for that. She stubs her big toe onto a piece of cloth and runs, lopsided, over to Kaslarna. "I can't find my shoe. I can't find my shoe!"
Ilara hurriedly ties Serafa's shoes, only managing to accidently tie her own finger in once and hacing to redo it. Its not the best, but it will do. "There you go -- ack, shards, I didn't know this would happen so... /fast/!" She straightens, brushes herself off, and moves to the end of her cot.
Lynsay sinks to her knees, eagerly searching out her sandals still. Finally locating them, she hops to the end of her cot, pulling them on one at a time as she goes. "Shards..." she mutters, doing up the final clip on them, before brushing herself off again. "Ok..."
Relian doesn't look excited. He looks petrified. "Faranth's--" He's interrupted by Nyla, whom he wiggles away from, turning to grin towards her. "Hey, yes." Naomi, and then N'ano, are given wary, worried glances.
Oliana reluctantly leaves Sarah to go to the end of her own cot, eyes wide and face almost as pale as it was when she first left Balen for Paradise.
Blinkn goes the Mer. Oh goes the Mer. "Hatching? As in now?" Stoicly, he looks at Naomi, then leers, sidling up to hte greenrider. "And will we get a 'personal' escort to the sands?" Wicked grin.
Kaslarna moves into position at the end of her cot as instructed, still tugging at the robe to make it fit right with one hand. Other hand is retying the leather band holding the ribbons back from her eyes. "They're hatching." she burbles, finally waving two free and empty hands.
Debajirin nods to N'ano, giving Naomi a bemused look as he hops up from the trunk, already at the foot of his cot. Convenient as that is. The strip of material that hangs around the robe is slowly tied, and shoulders are shrugged to test out the effect before he gives a curt nod. Right, he's berobed and bare-footed. Let's get goin'. Curious eyes are sent to the riders. "And what now?"
Sarah gives both Oliana and Naomi rather calm looks as she saunters over to Naomi and smiles. "Yes of course dear," she says to Oliana. "I'd love to stand by you." Was that a chill that just went down Sarah's back? Surely not? Sarah's to calm to let this get to her, right? "Oh yes, really exciting, Nao," she says with a wink as she folds her hands, looking down at herself. She looks like a Candidate. Yay.
Kilbane blinks at Naomi, the haunting face of anticipation dominating his features. Mutely, he follows N'ano's request and promtly arranges himself at the foot of his assigned cot. It's now or never. Taking a deep breath, he exhales with great care. Let the games begin!
Fitz scrabbles to the end of his cot, standing at attention with his arms at his sides, his sleeves crooked. "What do we do? "
Yulianna shakes her head slightly at Fareia's running around, Fitz's tearing up and everyone generally making a scene, and slips around to the end of her bed, facing N'ano expectantly, and silently.
Naomi is only hear for decoration, mind you. N'ano's the big, sane man. "Chop chop! I've got bets riding on this hatching. You'd better hurry up!" Teric is gleamed at, and she quickly moves over to N'ano's side, hugging the poor guy's arm tightly. "I don't want 'em to go. Dhiammarath is evil. She'll kill them all."
Fareia hops from foot to foot and plops down on the end of her cot, trying to poke through her stuff to find her shoe. Oh well. She gives up on the sandal. and stands there, fidgeting as she watches Nao and N'ano.
Isoldi ambles down to stand at the foot of her cot, absently falling into an almost parade rest stance. "Shh," she mutters over her shoulder at the trip of 'lizards squeaking away on her cot. "Shamus, keep the babies occupied." Then she latches attention to Naomi and N'ano, smile becoming a lopsided grin at their attempts to wrangle candidates.
Serafa smiles and hugs the girl "Thanks Ilara, its better than I could do" She girns ans she stands up. "Happy Turnday dear" She says as she scampers off to the mulling candidates taking Someones hand at random. "You ready?" She asks the owner of the hand that she has snatched
Jayden obediently positions himself at the foot of his bed, nodding to the riders. Naomi's last comment goes unheard - selective hearing, you see. His head is utterly spinning, around and around in circles.../Faranth/. They said it'd happen unexpectedly but.../now?/
Nyla snorts and rolls her eyes at Meral. "Lewd creature." And then Naomi is heard. And then Naomi is stared at. "Huh? She'll kill US? There is no way I'm going ont.." Eduardo rushes over and cups a hand over her mouth. Nyla hits him. Ouch for him.
Oliana looks terrified at the last from Naomi. "What?" she stutters. If anytime's the right time for foibles to come gushing out, this hatching seems to be it. Her legs shake just a bit.
"A few ground rules," N'ano starts out, "When you enter the sands, you're to bow of course, then move in an orderly fashion around the eggs! Don't go touching then, just stand! Hold hands... hug, whatever! And try to stay calm--calm, you hear!" Right, at a time like this!? "She's not gonna kill you if you just stand there! Are we ready!?"
Meral will not be deterred!! Instead, he slinks on over to Fareia and leers. Quite handsomely at that. "Care for an escort?" Heh. Poor Fareia. Then again, she should be honoured. Undeterred by the energy, though inside he's a riot of nervousness, he smiles at the others.
Kaslarna just stands in silence and shakes quietly to herself, taking deep breaths. "Hold my hand Fareia?" she asks, before nodding at N'ano. Calm, yeah. Be calm. "Ready here." she announces, a slight quaver in her voice.
Yulianna is ready. She's so ready that she's got her hands clasped behind her back, wringing the hello out of them and looking very very calm in the face...even though she shifts a little from one foot to the other.
Zella seems to have come out of no where, having found her robe and quickly slipping it on. The humming itself seems to make her shake, though it seems to have awakened her well enough. Hair is messed around with before she stands straight, glancing towards N'ano with a smile. "Ready," is called out, her excitement clear in her voice.
Relian's ready. Sort of. He wipes his hands down his robe, shuffles his feet, and then nods in N'ano's direction, gulping hesitantly. "Check." Nyla earns a long peered glance. "Hey, be nice, Ny." He leans back down to adjust his sandal again, and tousles his hair with his hand, finding avenues of movement constantly.
Kill her? Sarah immediately takes a small step back. "That's not a good thing." Maybe she'd better just go back home now? Nah. "I'm ready, sir," is addressed to N'ano as she winks to Naomi. "Thank you, for Searching me, I got good expieriences out of this."
Naomi bats her eyes across the barracks, heaving a sigh. "Well, here we go, then," comes the inevitable muttered comment, as she moves towards the exit. "I'll take the lead, you take the rear, N'ano." A one, a two, and here we go!
Debajirin nods to N'ano's advice, not quite able to surpress a rolling of his eyes for the advice. Bow to the dragons, he can do that. Calm, well, hopefully his awed feeling is good enough to carry him through on that. And now all he's got to worry about seems to be his feet burning.
Naomi bounces onto the hatching sands.
Oh ho ho! You had better be a Rider or a Candidate to have business on the sands! Brooding dragons are not reknowned for their good tempers.
As the candidates all move out onto the sands, they turn as a group and bow to Dhiammarath and Tynabith.
Tynabith hovers near the sky entrance alternating between watching egg movment, watching Dhia, and waiting for his rider to arrive. Having just been oiled the day before ever dance of light on his gleaming hide reflects with a rainbow of irridescence. Finally a sleek green form bullets and before she's even settled her form in an almost to small space on the ledge R'ley leaps from her neck landing in a crouch that turns immediatly into a sprint. He takes the steap stairs two at a time weaving rudely past people on his way to the sands. Tynabith nearly barrels him over as he enters trumpeting his excitment to his rider. Laughing good naturedly R'ley scritches one of his bonds eye ridges, runs a hand down his finely tailored clothes to smooth them and walks to join Hannah's side.
Dhiammarath glares at the candidates, and then their feet and flickers an emploring glance to Hannah then R'ley, as if requesting their assistance in this matter. Then her gaze returns to the candidates reguarding them with almost... disaproval.
Hannah calls out from her place near her lifemate, "All candidates, you need to remove your sandals or Dhiammarath won't allow those eggs to hatch.." Yeah, right, like she can stop /that/. Still, that forboding look from the dragon makes the issue seem to have that much weight.
K'ven, Ista Weyr's Weyrlingmaster, watches from the sidelines as the candidates file out. He nods once as they bow together, leaning to the side to whisper something to the assistant weyrlingmasters as well. That assemblege of riders stand gathered around near mountains of meat that are waiting for the gaping jaws of the bottomless pits known as dragons soon to hatch.
Fruit Gone Rancid Egg turns once more in the sands, spinning just a bit on its side. The whole egg spins and stretches just more till a hairline crack appears on the surface of the egg. The egg then seems to right itself once more, standing straight up. Then, its still once more.
Relian rises from his bow, face contorted into a wince from the initial heat that rises from the black sands. "I think I'm going to be sick," he announces matter-of-factly, in a very much un-Relian like manner. Dhiammarath's glare is met with wide eyes, and he takes a step back, as if considering a very rapid retreat. Hannah's announcement causes another fish rendition, but he leans down, releasing feet from sandals whilst staring in something resembling horror across at gold and her rider. Feet touch hot sand, and he winces. "Ow."
Jayden can't feel his body anymore. Really. Well, that's not true. He can feel his heart, because it feels like it's about to burst it's pounding so hard. Panting, he walks with everyone, and scoots next to the first person he sees. "Kas? Hold my hand?" Faranth, he sounds pathetic. But that's all right. This is overwhelming, you see. Overwhelming beyond words. At Hannah's orders he nods ferociously, unfastening the sandals he worked so hard to fasten and dropping them on the sand. Barefoot. Fun. Eggs. Gape.
Oliana nearly gapes at this mandate, but snaps her jaw shut. With wide-eyed reluctance, she slips off her sandals.
Squaln weaves through the many eggs and drags Kilbane along with him. He then picks a spot amongst the eggs and stands next to his friend while trying not to grimace too much -- he's barefoot. Yay! This should be interesting..
Nyla tilts her head sidelong, hands moving around restlessly in the grasps of Teric and Relian's hands, before she shuffles out of them and glances down. "Right. Shoes off. Faranth. My feet'll burn." She sighs and leans down to take the sandals off. "Ouch. Much ouch."
Ilara bumps into Yulianna on accident, nearly stumbling and falling onto the sands.. but she catches herself just in time. She stares at the eggs a long moment before Hannah's words penetrate, and she bends to remove her shoes, hands shaking with nervousness and fear.
Fareia takes deep shaky breaths as she walks out onto the sands, clinging to Kas on one side, Meral on the other. "Oh my...Oyh my..." she mutters as she stares wide-eyed at the eggs. They seem so much bigger now. But a slight smile is directed to Kaslarna after she respectively bows to the skeery-lookin clutch parents,"Well then..." she simply says, rather at a loss for words. That wide-eyed stare turns to Hannah, then down to her one shoe. Couldnt she leave on just that /one/ sandal? She reluctantly takes off the sandal then shuffles he feet, wincing at the hot sands.
"Shards, these sands are as hot as an oven!" Sarah announces in her Baker-like fashion, moving out onto the sands after bowing to the draggies. "Shards, it really is warm in here," Sarah repeats and stares down at her sandals, before looking over to find Oliana and Fareia. "You're holding my hands, right?" Sarah is calm. Sarah is collected. Sarah is sharding nervous right now. "Sandals? Alright?" she says and peels the sandals off her feet gently, praying that the sands aren't as hot as this room seems to be. Putting her foot down, she tries to smile. "This must be what a wherry feels like when I put it in the oven." Gulp.
Isoldi should have been ready for this. Innate self-confidence and a warped sense of humour usually serve as decent buffers for chaos of this sort. But it's all the colorless young woman can do to keep a crooked smile in place when her senses are assaulted by heat, and crowd noise, and the looming spectre of death--er...Dhiammarath. Whatever the gold wants, the gold can have. "Right," she mutters to herself, leaning down to unfasten the laces of her sandals. Footwear is then left, and steps gingerly dance her across the sands as she moves to take her place in the circle.
Kita leans in to listen to K'ven, her eyes flicking over the assembled candidates as she nods once or twice to his quiet words. That done, she fixes them all with a kind smile and stands with her hands clasped behind her back.
Debajirin isn't so much calm as dopey by now. Always overwhelmed with stepping on the Sands, and now with the promise of the climax the candidacy has been leading up to, he isn't even shaking. He's drifting, in and out from the other candidates, and absolutely enjoying it. Dhiammarath is given a final nod after the bows, and, with a bit of an interesting walk, barefoot and all, he goes to position himself... somewhere amidst the others.
R'ley looks down on Hannah, his eyes glittering with amusment and dancing with an excitment matching his lifemate's. "Aww have a heart Hannah, let them wear /one/ sandel at least." he rumbles with a smirk. Smirk turns to smile almost immediatly as he see'shis dragon shifting from paw to paw like an overjoyed child at his side.
Kaslarna straightens from her bow amid the other candidates, before her jaw drops open at Hannah's announcement. Barefoot? Eeek? But candie slides sandals off feet and stands of the hots sands, hopping slightly, before her hands grab Fareia's and Jaydens.
Exotic Spices of India Egg wiggles in place, gyrating on the spot as if engaging in an on-the-spot dance. At one point, it almost tilts over from the forces pressing outwards on it, but then it rights itself in a rather peculiar display of dexterity for a simple ovoid.
Fitz gulps and kicks the sandles off into a neat place just inside the entrance, and folds his hands behind his back. Isn't it hot enough out there to burn? He gulps and blinks as a bead of sweat trickles into his vision. "G-g-good luck guys..." he stutters and locks his eyes on the sands.
Teric stands up quickly from the bow and grins crookedly at Nyla. "What's that? I'm not wearing shoes, I'm wearing sandals." At any rate he just continues moving around until he's in place, feet shuffling a bit from the heat, sandals or no.
Lynsay blinks slightly, shaving ever worse than she was inside the Barracks. Slowly, she undoes her sandals, letting them fall into a small wave in the Sand, digging her toes into the hot sands. "Ow..." she moans softly, watching the eggs, and Dhiammarath carefully.
Teza nudges Kita's side with a grin, listening to K'ven only out of necessity before pointing out a few of the candidates, fingesr the flicking up to the blueriders who watch from above with a faint smirk. "They've got their eyes on you," the greenrider all but purrs, before subsiding and falling back with a grin to wait for the first egg to crack.
Oliana is keeping very very close tabs on Sarah, fellow baker-type as she walks out onto the sands. It takes her only a few short breaths before her feet start picking up a little quicker, her face twisting into displeasure at the heat.
Yulianna straightens up from her bow and glances, not at the eggs, but at the stands full of people. Her eyes travel briefly over it, looking for someone--anyone--she recognizes, and land on Mimi. She offers an excited wave to her cousin, then turns her back on the crowd and inches toward Fareia, studying the eggs with wide eyes.
Meral shuffles out onto the sands...and ouches once. Twice. Three times, maybe. He stares at the crowds and smiles. Preen. Isn't he a beaut in his robe? Nice and shiny new. "Good luck everyone." He smiles, genuinely this time, as some excitement is shown on his now-tanned face.
Relian grasps onto Nyla's hand with a tight grip, moving around into his position in the circle, missing entirely the first move of an egg in his occupation. "Better hope that it doesn't take long," is his only comment, made with concerned interest, his feet rising up and down as he attempts to avoid burning them entirely. "Ack, there's a moving egg," he exclaims, watching the Exotic Spices of India - "Faranth's bloody nose."
Zella glances towards the weyrwoman as she rises from her bow, quite surprised at first. And yet, watching all the other candidates take off their sandals, she can't help but do the same. Bare feet touch the hot sands, muttering a curse before she hops towards any familiar candidate. "G'luck," is muttered to anyone she passes, sending them a nervous grin. Eggs shaking. It's all happening already.
Jayden clutches Kaslarna's hand as he walks out to the eggs, eyes widening across his face. He immediately checks his favorite egg, but it's motionless. For now. He catches sight of the moving egg and gasps. "Faranth! It's moving!" A moving egg! Oh Faranth. It really /is/ happening....
Fareia gasps at the eggs on the sands. It /moved/. She attempts to slow her breathing still, but it doesn't really work, almost visibly shaking. "You as nervous as I am?" she squeaks to Kasla and Jayden, shaking her empty hand to maybe burn off some off her nerves. A nod goes to Zella,"Mm-hmm. Good luck, everyone. Right."
Kilbane swallows, his mouth suddenly as dry as the Sands themselves. His tongue works nearly futilely to moisten his lips. Squaln is given a thumbs up sign and the motion is directed to the others as well. Their Fate rests in the claws of dragons.
Rowann breaths out, trying to control her stress level. And then take off her sandals? Great. With a nervous sigh, she bends towards the ground. Buckles are undone, straps removed. The only thing stopping the heat is gone now, and she slowly begins to feel the full extent of the heat. She's not too pleased, but manages to kick her sandals out of the way. Her eyes wander forth acorss the sea of obsidian, watching calmly as one of the eggs begins to move. And where is Serafa?
Fruit Gone Rancid Egg starts the customary shakes, stopping after a moment. But it's within this moment that egg shards start splintering through fissures along the egg's surface, bursting in an explosion as the God of War Bronze Dragonet emerges from the depths of its nourishing niche. Damp wings spread to steady as limber legs take their first steps into the new world, ready to explore with quickened haste, this new world he has been thrust into. As to /why/ he has to leave his home to strut in front of a bunch of white clad-things, he has yet to figure. They're too scrawny to nurture his newborn hunger.
Fearless in Battle Bronze Dragonet
Antiquity shades a narrow muzzle, copper and bronze intermingling between eyeridges and running down a sharp and almost hooked snout and mandible. Eyeridges and facial bones seem to jut out a bit from the rest of his head, colored brass and mahogany and beaten around the circumference of his skull into flawless coverage and protection. Sharp spears of dark brown and greened copper rise from his neck and spine regions, covering his neckridges with an armor of sorts, and weapons of warfare. Strength ripples across his shoulders and down through his drilled limbs, golden veins divining individual muscle in a sea of bronze and brown. His thick hindquarters give way to a stout, yet sturdy, tail, lending him more than adequate leverage for balance. Wings flex in their own demeanor, speckles of sterling glisten within their transparency when flaunted and unfurled to a considerable length compared to the rest of his body.
Serafa blinks at the Weyr-woman nervously as she stands up from her bow. With a resigned sigh she removes the sandals so painstakingly donned moments earlier and throws them in the direction of the others. With a wince she makes her way out further onto the sands upon her delicate little feet. "Ooo look its moooving" She announces to the candidate closest as she clings to them.
Dhiammarath settles back a bit mollified that her order has been obeyed. R'ley gets a long, long look, she heard that. But the eggs draw her attention again and she thrums deep in her throat. Reluctance gone this is the time she has prepared her vast garden for.
Kita loses her expression of kind authority at Teza's pointing out of the dreaded blue riders. Seeing the brownrider look up, they begin to cheer and make weird gestures, including Tez as well. "No they're no," she whispers in an aside, "they're looking at you." Kita clears her throat and returns her gaze to the sands, her eyes flicking to the galleries ever now and again.
Hannah bites her cheek, "It's not me. It's Dhiammarath.. and as these are her kiddos, off come the sandals. Not the way /I/ would have wanted to stand, but.." She holds her arms out, "Can't do much." She pauses, "You know, it's good luck if a bronze hatches first.. do you think that could happ---" voice ceases as the first hatching happens. "A bronze!"
Squaln looks up at the crowds and dragons above. Wave. Beamkle. He scans the people for anyone he knows in particular. Then, an egg moves near him and he jumps back, bumping into Kilbane as he does. It /moved/!
Oliana swallows /hard/ as the sand shifts about her feet. A small groan escapes her as some sand shifts and falls on the top of her foot, but the sound is cut short as her eyes register more than just what is beneath her, but all around her. She clutches at Sarah's hand. "Look! Look there's one!" she cries.
Kaslarna shuffles her feet, holding tightly to Jayden and Fareia's hands "They're moving." Kas states, before just gawping as the first egg hatchs "Bronze!"
Isoldi keeps that grin stubbornly in place even as she goes into that eternal candidate shuffle. One foot lifts, the other taking the blistering punishment of hot sands while its opposite cools. Then the process is repeated after a quick switch of standing foot and cooling foot. Oh yeah. She can take it! "It's not so bad. See?" This an encouraging aside to the candidates suffering nearby before all attention locks to..."Bronze!" Someone already said that, didn't they?
Sarah gawks at the eggs before trying to look like she's unafraid and calm as ever. "They've begun to move," she whispers to Oliana as she stares at the newly hatched bronze. "Bronze!" It's sooo, big! "Lookee! It really has begun!!" Sarah squeals before taking a deep breath. "We'll be okay, and shards it's so hot..my poor feet!"
Meral's blink open. A bronze boy. Nice. He looks around at the others briefly and wonders...who will the lucky one be? Then turns back to gaze across the various ledges. Lots. Of. People. "Bronze...good sign for the first dragonet, eh?"
Debajirin can't help but note the fruit gone rancid egg in it's shaking, and when it explodes, well... The dragonet emerging brings an odd grin to his face, detached as most of his expressions and movements will be, looking on it, the perfect aesthetist, noting the wings, the neck, all the bits of the dragonet, and deciding, yes, it's beautiful. Everything, however, on the sands is beautiful. And he's already starting to feel smothered in it.
Yulianna quickly kicks off her sandalls as everyone else does, not having heard the order to, and squeaks as the bronze hatchling bursts out of his shell. Gambling girl that she is, she mutters, "Some'un just won a pretty mark." With a wise nod she grips her hands together and releases them, repeating the action nervously, though her face remains calm.
Ilara dances in place on the sand, trying not to keep her feet off the hot black sand as much as possible, to little avail. She cowers near Yulianna, white as a sheet and trembling too much for words... Thank Faranth she doesn't look up at the galleries, or she might fall over with fright. Still, the hatchling is greeted with a squeel of excitement, and a slightly higher jump-skip-dance-hop.
Jayden's mouth flat out drops open as he watches the hatching of the bronze. "It's an egg! A bronze egg! A bronze!!!!" Oh Faranth. He's frozen now, you see, gawking and staring and gaping. Eek. Eggs. Eggs everywhere. Hatching. Dragonets. Dragonets hatching. Faranth.
Teric starts suddenly as the first egg splinters apart to reveal the bronze dragonet. "Hey... 'least ye don' have ta worry about that one, right, Nyla?" he teases lightly though his voice is quavering just a bit.
Fitz gasps and shifts from foot to foot but never takes his eyes off the eggs. "Woahhh...this is so neat!" he squeaks, trying not to fidget too much.
Fareia meeps again as a /hatchling/ hatches. As if it wasn't un expected. "Wow. Are they really supossed to be that big?" she asks as she hops from foot to foot. "Yeah, bronze is lucky, right?" Eyes are glued on the dragonet, but leave it for a moment to scan the galleries for any familiar faces. "Wow," is all she can utter.
Squaln eyes the bronze that just hatched and slaps Kilbane on the shoulder with a grin. "It hatched!" he says to his friend. The first egg that hatched and it's a bronze.. Oooo...
Lynsay glances around, turning back quickly as the bronze hatches. "Faranth!" She yelps, grabbing for the first person she spies... Zella. She clings to her arm, starting at the dragonet. "Bronze..."
Nyla gulps down a large lump of something before glancing down at either hand, her knuckles white with tension. Releasing them regretfully, and allowing her hands to just rest in the middle of either grasp, she blinks upwards. Woah. She missed it. "Bronze! That's a wonderful sign!"
K'ven whistles, soft and low as the first to hatch is a bronze. "Good luck, that!" the grizzled old rider calls with a grin, nodding once as he watches the first move. "You see that?" He turns to Kita, directing his attention at the brownrider and serving as distraction to the blues. "It means this will be a good group. We haven't had a bronze hatch first in several clutches."
Relian squeaks - actually, a real squeak - as the bronze is caught from the corner of his eye. Said eye widens, in time with it's pair, as he continues his dance, grabbing tighter to Nyla's hand. "A bronze. Wonder--who's it for, do you think?" He swallows once, and then a second time, nodding in time to Nyla. "It is, apparently. Wow."
Zella claps her hands quickly, forgetting the extremely hot sands under her barefeet for the moment, "Bronze first! That's a good sign, isn't it?" Of course it is.. And it might be a good sign that she has someone clinging to her? It depends who it is. A blink is given towards Lynsay, then a smile, hopping upon her feet. She holds her breath, unable to speak as she glances back towards the hatching.
R'ley puffs up his dark face flushed with pride as the first egg, that rather ugly looking one he observed many avoiding, reveals a fine bronze. Tynabith nearly misses the first egg's hatching as he survay's the candidate's no longer sure /any/ of them are good enough for his offspring. The first offspring comes out bronze and suffused with pride himself Tyna opens his toothy muzzle in a long low growl of joy.
Exotic Spices of India Egg wiggles a little more in place from where it was before, straining against the creature inside so desperate to get out. Marks appear where there strain is greatest before it almost starts flaking from the pressure.
Exotic Spices of India Egg trembles in place, shell flaking and fluttering to the ground to lie in dustings of gold upon the black waves of diamond sand. The undulations of the newly stretched surface continue in an almost hypnotic manner, until an elegantly appointed nose forces its way clear, accompanied by a startlingly dramatic crack as the shell succumbs to the assault from within. With a sweep of newly visible talons, the egg parts completely, as if rent in twain by some mystical force, and reveals a stately, if somewhat damp, Impossibly Improbable Brown Dragonet.
Impossibly Improbable Brown Dragonet
Rich shades of soil encompass this brown's towering and imposing form completely, intermingling to form fresh shades and fathoms of earthiness where they fuse. Pale coffee tones spill over an angular muzzle and face seemingly carved from the earth, so fine is their detail, before giving way to muddy colourings that diffuse over well built shoulders and stomach, sleek muscle visible beneath silky hide, finally darkening to almost midnight shades at sweeping wings. Woven into these depths of night, as if by unseen magic, tendrils of deepest aubergine thread their way across the tautly spread membrane, surfacing to form cryptic symbols of colour then disappearing from view once more in a ritualistic dance of hide and seek. Continuing the rhythmic flow of colours, cinnamon and chocolate mix and intermingle over powerful back legs, while hints of gold seep into the shade of a perfectly formed tail.
Rowann brightens immediately at the first cracking of the shells, "A bronze! 'Tis a good sign." Feet skim across the darkness beneath, her hand immediately reaching for Seffy's. The comfort she needed, "'Tis a lovely bronze, no?" But they /all/ say that. Her own true thoughts and opinions are kept well gaurded as she watches the the bronze make his first steps.
Fareia wiggles her fingers nervously, every nerve standing on end, as she stares at the hatchling. At least she doesn't have to worry about this one. Bronzes only impress /boys/. All the male candidates get a glance as she wonders who it might choose. "Wow. Wow. Oh, look! A brown!" Please excuse Farie for being incoherent. This is a bit nerve-wracking, no?
Fearless in Battle Bronze Dragonet stretches and eyes those white ones once more before being to stalk. Each individual candidate is eyed slowly and carefully as he sizes them up for their value and skill. He stretches his neck left and right, narrowing his eyes at a group of boys for a moment, looking for someone to challenge.
Kilbane catches his breath as the first dragonet bursts forth from his prison. Eyes afixed onto the iridescent hatchling, he tries to remember to blink. Bronze. The first dragon to hatch is a bronze. He taps Squaln lightly, his eyes not leaving the sight of the hatching. The cacophony of the draconic choir surrounds him and everyone else on the Sands in a heavy, pellucid shroud.
Kaslarna bounces as heat starts to penetrate her now bare feet. "Bronze for the boys." she notes, actually sounding calmer now, squeezing Jaydens hand harder as she speaks. "A brown!" is the next exclamation. "This is really happening." she mutters.
Oliana is taking in deep breaths of hot air. "I know, this heat!" she says distractedly, eyes fixated on the bronze hatchling. Before they're yanked over to a brown. "Another one! Already!" she gasps, clutching Sarah's hand spasmodically.
Serafa blinks as the first egg hatches. "Oooh a bronze, isnt he pretty?" She asks with large brown eyes. Her swaying increasing markedly as she trys to keep her feet from burning overly much. "Oh Rowann My egg hatched a brown, pretty little thing though isnt he?"
Kita directs her attention to the bronze as K'ven instructs, a slow smile moving across her face. "Yes indeed...a fine looking fellow that...be a good flier I think," she muses, observing his wingspan and muscles. Not that anyone could really tell at this early an age..Kita turns to search for Tez, and nods to the action. "That one'll keep us busy."
Lynsay covers her mouth with a free hand, finally finding a smile hidden deep in her nerves. "Bronze is a good sign, yes. Oh, look, brown." She straightens up a little, releasing her grip on Zella's arm a little, but not letting go, just yet. "He's cute."
Squaln glances at the brown as it hatches from it's egg and twitches while the bronze inspects them all for a brief moment. Kilbane is nudged too and he swallows the lump in his throat.. Such a handsome bronze he is..
Nyla's lips open a little at the two hatchlings, and she lets out a pained moan of the heat that's seething into her feet. Shifting her weight to the left foot for a moment, and using Teric as balance as her other leg is lifted, she keeps watch tentatively on the two males. "Dear." And she puts the foot down. Too hot.
Meral shuffles a bit...sands starting to cook his feet quite nicely. "Hmmm...a brown. Ooo..he is rather handsome, though." Eyes peer through the sea of white robes and steaming sands as he eyes the newcomers to the draconic world known as Pern.
Debajirin has his attention drawn, if only momentarily, from the bronze for the next rocking egg, and the hatchilng that tumbles out. A dull nod for the colour of the thing's muzzle, and he tilts his head for another angle before his attention twitches between bronze and brown. Chest expands in a steady breath, and he idly brings one foot up to press it against a leg, to relieve some of the heat in the sole.
Jayden is watching the bronze, but sees the brown out of the corner of hsi eyes. /Faranth/....they said it would happen f