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11-06-01: Caeruleth!
Kyla looks a tad harried as she heads into the barracks. Quickly she starts counting heads, the drone of the...
Kyla looks a tad harried as she heads into the barracks. Quickly she starts counting heads, the drone of the dragons starting to vibrate in the air. "Ok..everyone to your cots..who's missing?"
Jestine glances around, trying to figure out what the sudden fray is all about. Suddenly she realises. Oh Faranth! The eggs.
Shabheh's eyes widen at the sound of the humming, her face going remarkably pale for the briefest of moments, before she makes a rolling movement from her cot to the box beneath it, grasping for the swathe of white that makes up her robe. "Fardles!" she murmurs, tugging at the robe, returning to the top of her cot.
Kyla hates the chaos, but a little grin tickles her lips. Yep, she remembers being a candie..turns ago it may have been. "Next to your cots please!" Voice is raised over the din.
Dominic sits on his cot. Sit.. stay. Now roll over.
Eirene wiggles out from underneath her cot. Faranth knows why she was underneath her cot to begin with, but she scoots out to stand beside it, looking slightly disheveled. Kyla and the other candidates geta a wide-eyed look, as she tries to unrumple herself.
Hanneke reclines upon her cot, counting with scrupulous care--"One, three, two, nine..." Kyla's words halt her combing, and she jumps to her feet, blinking vacantly. "Huh?" Oh, the intelligence!
[Scene changes to the sands]
You walk carefully out onto the sands, taking care not to disturb the queen or her eggs.
Kyla waits and watches the group do their bow. Ok, so no one face-planted, though that candie from Telgar nearly knocked his neighbor over. Katarra gets a smile before she heads that way. "Is Tajiath ready for this?" A wink is shared, "Cuz I'm sure you are."
Zureile walks carefully onto the hot sands, making sure not to disturb the queen or her eggs.
S'era claps her hands, and almost drops the wineskin in the process. Which, of course, would be a tragedy. You can't go through a hatching at Ista without wine. The sands are too hot. Yah. That's it. The sands. "Weyrlings-without-dragons!" Pause. "I mean, Candidates!" There's a pleased grin. "Now the show can get on the road. Well, once the eggs decide to do their thing, and crack."
Katarra lifts a smile toward D'san, turning to fit better beneath his arm. Giving her sleeve a quick adjustment, she nods toward the entrance. "Here we go. I'm glad I had that extra pitcher of wine brought earlier. It should still be chilled." Eyeing the candidates, she grins at Kyla as the WeyrlingMaster approaches. "I believe so. And I think it's safe to say she won't be knocking anyone over this time either."
Dominic is literally pushed out onto the sands by Racillon and Rapscallion, both of them grumbling, "Move it, Dom!" Seems his legs aren't working quite right. Knees locked. So much for that superiority complex that Saldia thinks he has. Scared stiff, that's our Dominic.
Hanneke rises from the bow--notably, wobbly, and not so graceful--to beam at the eggs, half dancing towards the other candidates as they make a formation. "Who wants to stand with me?" she calls, more trilling than anything in her exuberance; nerves? Who'd have 'em! Her hair is smoothed carefully, a wrinkle of the nose indicating that she's entirely satisfied with how her somewhat shortened mass behaves pinned up.
Shabheh follows the other candidates onto the sands, wincing slightly at the heat underfoot as darts towards the assembling candidates. Her eyes make an automatic movement towards the eggs, breath taken in as she waits, apprehensively scrutinising them for movement
Saldia's look of sheer horror and nervousness is surplanted by staring at S'era in wonder and a smile of amusement crosses her features as she walks to her position on the sands, glancing at her fellow candidates, wondering if her nerves are showing as much as theirs are. She clasps her hands together to stop them from shaking and she glances over at Klari for support.
Tufted Avian Familiar Egg jumps slightly atop of the mound that has held this egg in place for so long. Rocking lightly in eagerness, a half turn is achieved.
Zidane steps out carefully, blushing a little as he sees Katarra. He keeps a hold on reality though and smiles at the eggs, wondering if the crooked little wand egg remembers him. Is it possible. No words escape his lips though as the sounds of dragons and firelizards humming would surely overpower anything he could say. He bows to the queen and the sire of the eggs politely. Then he bows to Katarra and D'san.
Karei wanders nervously in, clinging frantically to the hands of whoever's nearest after managing to do her part in the group-bow. "Uh. Wow. It's hot." Gee. No one knew that, Kare. "I will, Hanneke?" Karei needs to cling to things. Lots of things.
Dalas looks up into the galleries as he walks onto the sands. He sees Madden and a few of his friends up there, He then notices one of the eggs move, its his favorite so he holds his breath a moment.
Jestine looks toward the queen and her eggs. She wonders...wonders...why she forgot her sandals in the barracks! She carefully and smoothly moves from one foot to another. She forgets her feet as the eggs start to move.
Eirene walks carefully onto the hot sands, making sure not to disturb the queen or her eggs.
Kr'lin folds his arms behind his back and starts to rock back and forth. Heel to ball of feet, back to heel, then repeat. "Hmm, being on the Sands is a lot less nerve wracking when you don't have to worry if you are going to Impress." He nods to the Weyrlingmaster, "Evening Kyla."
B'roughs follows the candidates in. Making sure they all make it, even Rac and Rap who, for once are subdued and he watches the spectical.
D'san raises a brow at Zidane's blush, from where he stands with one arm around Katarra's shoulders. "Got a crush on you, does he?" is murmured to the goldrider, obviously amused. He watches the rest of the candidates file in and bow, skeptical approval on his face. "I hope this group makes better weyrlings than they did candidates."
Klari reaches out to Saldia grinning as she walks light-footed onto the sand, "C'mon." She giggles softly and looks around before walking up to Dalas, shifting feet already for good measures as she stands.
Zureile walks proudly out onto the sands. She's young, she's confident, and she's wearing a well-made robe and sandals. That is, until she's the massive amount of people in the galleries. Suddenly, all her confidence leaves her, and she's shuffling, just like the rest of them. The sweat beading on her forehead isn't all from the heat, and she goes to stand next to Hanneke. "Hey." She reaches up to rub nervously at the short, spikey hair on her head.
Urei rubbed his lucky vial, he's wearing his lucky robe, so he doesn't seem to walk out with worry but with pride. Striding out carefully, his feet barely protected by the thin leather of the sandals. Almost a beam can be seen from the boys face, but is a bit hidden by the pale look that is seeping through his tanned skin. Of course though he doesn't forget his duties and just boys over toward the weyrleaders and then bows over toward the Queen politely. Though a little giggle seeps out as he nods toward S'fina happily.
Dominic is moved into position by Rac and Rap, Rac giving him a final pat on the back, "Don't stand still for too long, Dom, or you're feet'll burn!" Dominic nods dumbly, pretty much speechless. But don't worry, he's not a drooling idiot quite yet. Sooner or later, his brain might return to consciousness.
Hanneke positively beams towards Karei, outstretching her right hand towards the other candidate, whilst her feet bounce upon the sands, and she murmurs, "Hot, hot, hot! It is, rather. Hot!" Her other hand is outstretched to Zureile, with an offering motion, as she continues to beam. "Isn't this fun, huh? So spiffy!"
Kyla chuckles at Kr'lin, "Isn't that the truth?" Green eyes scan over the candidates, making sure they are following the directions she'd given them. Katarra and D'san get a nod, "Faranth let's hope so."
Saldia's smile gets more reassured as she sees Klari's grin and she follows her to stand by her, her moral support in this time and she jumps slightly as she sees an egg move and she leans towards Klari "I think I be more nervous this time around." Her eyes go up to the stands to look for familar faces but it is all a blur so she looks back at Klari and then at the eggs.
Tufted Avian Familiar Egg rocks, wriggles and begins to crack. This one is eager, ready and waiting to get out! Rolling slightly off of the mound it seems to almost quiver with anticipation.
Glittering Dust Egg shivers, is that a hint of belief it detects, then it subsides. Not yet, there is not enough. It waits.
S'fina watches each candidate come onto the sands. Seeing Urie wave she smiles back with a reasureing grin, and a wiggle of fingers, which are about a whine glass
Tufted Avian Familiar Egg seems to stir with a soft ruffle of feathers. Time! It is time! The 'one' calls to it and the pull can no longer be denied. Wings seem to stretch and then streeeetch until with a 'snap' the shell gives way. A ball of blue tumbles from his warm home and lands with a a bump and tiny creel.
Mischievous Mage Blue Dragonet
A cacophony of blues clash and collide over the hide of this lanky dragon, cerulean flashing before disappearing under twilight. Indigo splashes the lean muzzle, caressing about jaw-line and pronounced eyeridges before calming into azure, slipping over bony headknobs and down a long neck before pouring over his back. Elongated limbs appear gangly while holding nimble foreclaws, talons dipped in gleaming obsidian. Translucent wing sails, with the clarity of sapphire-like crystal, shimmer with any motion of the proportionate wings, batten ribs like cracks upon the delicate surface. Shades of the sea slide along sleek tail, which extends further than expected, before fading to an almost transparent spade tip.
Shabheh takes a deep breath as the first hatchling arrives, damp hands rubbing against her robe, making sweaty marks upon the white fabric--already during grey from the black sand. She shifts her left foot, then her right, a stiff smile made towards the candidate nearest her. "It's exciting, isn't it? I think."
Zidane looks over at the Avian egg. Is it starting? He smiles, seeming whisked away from thinking about puppy love crushes and people. The little blue emerges and he coos over to it. Oh pick me! He seems to shake timidly in his excitement.
Karei grabs Hanneke's hand, clinging to it nervously. "Not fun," Candidate mutters, pausing to peer at the galleries. "Is Ryvre there? She'd better be there." Or else Karei'll get mad. Riight. As an egg hatches, she pauses, eyes flaring owlishly. "Oh, shards." She means it in a good way.
Dreaded Black Cauldron Eggsimmers in it's heated hollow. Boil, boil, toil and trouble...
Eirene shuffles out with the rest of them, looking like a bag. Sack-like robe is tugged on absently, as she peers at the eggs, tugging on Karei. "Ooh! Look! They move!" Unbelievable. Who would of thought. Gray eyes widen at the first hatchling. "Look! Blue! I like blue."
Kr'lin cracks his knuckles, trying to be somewhat malevalent, "Oh, I'm sure we'll get 'em into line shortly after they impress." Then the first egg pops open and out rolls.. "Hey, a blue. Always sign of a good Hatching to come." Kr'lin isn't biased at all.
Dalas stands there looking at the blue dragonet as it bursts from its shell, blue hatching first isn't a good sign least so he's heard, He watches its progress though and looks over to Klari and the others, then back to the dragonet.
Jestine looks at the dancing eggs and blushes as she remembers her manners. Turning to the queen, she executes a slow, smooth bow. She glances over to her fellow candidates, hoping that someone will stand with her.
Klari takes a glance up to the galleries and just gives a general wave, heat blur keeping her from making out faces. Of course her attention is quickly pulled back to the new blue, "Wow." No matter how many times she sees this, it still puts her in awe. "Yeah.. Nervous, Sal." A smile goes from Saldia to Dalas then back to the blue and other eggs.
Tajiath bellows out a welcome to her first little one, rising partially on her forelimbs.
Dominic only needed the first dragon to pop out of its shell to snap out of it. His eyes go wide as the blue emerges, uttering a low, "Whoa." He nudges Zidane with his elbow, muttering a couple more low Whoa's. "Whoa."
Zureile doesn't grab Hanneke's hand as the first egg shatters, she snatches and squeezes it. Hard. The sudden realness of the hatching is getting to her, and she's completely speechless as she stares the dragonet. She gives a heavy swallow, and glances momentarily up at the stands, eyes searching for someone she knows. She doesn't see anyone familiar, so she it's back to the sands that her gaze goes. Gulp.
Sapphire Rose Egg wriggles a bit, and then settles back down, happy to wait.
Hanneke rolls her eyes, all but missing the blue's arrival. "It *is* fun! All of us together, and wearing special clothes, and all the pretty hatchlings--look, do you see that one? It's a blue!" The obvious firmly stated, Hanneke proceeds to bounce about, her feet hardly resting upon the sands for a moment. "Ouch," she adds, her hand firmly squashed by Zureile's.
Saldia catches herself nervously chewing on one of her fingernails and she quickly drops her hand and clasps them both together and she shakes her head "Oh look at him. A litle blue." She glances at her fellow candidates "Wonder who he will chose." her eyes then drift back to the other eggs, especially the ones she liked, wondering if they are going to hatch soon.
Dalas cringes a little at the bellow remembering how Tajiath knocked him on his bum during the touching. He smiles over at Klari, its a nice looking little dragon isn't it?" He asks then turns his attention back to the dragonet, seems that all the candidates are in small groups now.
Mischievous Mage Blue Dragonet stands with a stretch. Ahhh! He is free and on the loose. Looking about this ischievous blue finds he is alone, the first out! His eyes whirling lightly with curiosity he wanders from where his shell had shattered. With something of a backward glance he taps the passing eggs with his tail.
Urei has been looking at his feet, which are not protected well by the leather. It was just recently that he looks up to see the blue that has popped out, giggle nervously. Luck be a lady... er little redheaded boy... tonight. He would allow someone to hold his hand but they are actually gripped in fists at the momen, white knuckles and all.
Zidane moves a little to stand next to Jestine, being as timid as the woman is. He is nervous but excited, looking over the little blue hatchling, as if willing it to come towards him. "I hope" he whispers to Jestine, though she may not be able to hear him. "He is beautiful"
Katarra nudges D'san, rather too strongly in her excitement. "Oh, look, the first is a blue!" This is cause for a toast - where'd that wine go?
Dreaded Black Cauldron Egg shimmies and shakes, it's surface seemingly aboil from activity within. The lightning black streak that runs it's length writhes, and suddenly widens in a burst of fragments - the fiery bits from it's underside sprawled across the nearby sands. A squat, olive green dragonet raises her neck and tests her vocal chords with a rather high pitched chortling worble. Secrets and portents now revealed, she waddles outward with determined intent to complete her spell with one last all-important ingredient... only to trip on her own wing and fall face first into the next sandy hollow over. Lifting her head, she gives it a hard shake, and finds a large pair of brown eyes looking worriedly back at her. Oooooo, yes... she croons, irridescent eyes whirling faster. Barume, half-knelt in automatic response, blinks with surprise and falls the rest of the way to his knees as his mind fills with the thoughts of this other - at once linking heart and soul. "Oh, Hildreth, are you alright?!" Reaching out, B'rum helps the green to her feet and uses his hands to brush off the offending sand that clings to her velvety hide. Several grunts answer him, along with an annoyed fluttering of lime-dipped wings. Of course she is. No one saw that. Right? Right? Hopefully not, or she might just have to turn them into a toad.
D'san sees the blue, and squeezes Kat's shoulders "A good sign, that. Only thing better would have been green." He notes, pleased.
Stardust Egg gives a little shake, the fathomless depths of cosmic darkness shimmering with an internal contraction -- perhaps the Big Bang might happen soon?
Shabheh's eyes go wide at the first Impression--so near to her!--and she takes a step back, nearly bumping in to a nearby candidate. The two exchange glances, and she gives a wry grin, pulling herself away once more, her feet shuffling upon the hot sands.
Karei peers at the blue. It's blue, and thus, Karei is intrigued. Or, y'know, not. But she clings frantically to Hanneke and Eirene's hands, shifting back and forth on the balls and heels of her feet. "He's ... interesting." Hey! It's an Impression. "B'rum!" Squawk. "Yay!" He was cute, too.
Jestine moves over to join Klari and Karei. The hatchling in all of its wonder makes her eyes soften from their usual flinty hardness. She grins at Zidane. "He is. Even a harper couldn't put this into words!"
Dalas looks back up at the stands as the little green hatches, then turns back to the other candidates, he leans over and asks Klari,"Is your family up there?" I can't make out too many faces." He says as he sees the impression made,"Congrats Brum!" He says giving a thumbs up to his fellow candidate.
Kyla watches the first impression and makes sure that the meat is ready. "Over here, B'rum. Come along. Be careful of her wing.." The pair is ushered off the sand, with more helpful words. "Yes..she's hungry."
Translucent Talisman Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.
Translucent Talisman Egg explodes in a dizzying display of dazzling crystalline shards that fall to the sands like icicles from the eaves of a house during spring thaw. Once stillness once more reigns in the wake of such chaos, a bronze dragonet emerges from the wreckage of what was once beautiful. He brings with him a beauty of his own, a graceful and lithely muscular kind of comeliness more often found on a female form than masculine. Small for a metallic, he traipses blithely into the open, wings spreading with all the grace of a ballet dancer, arching over his head and then down as he shakes them like a puppy after a bath. Egg goo still flying, he makes his way towards the white-robed candidates with the unerring gait of he who knows what he wants. Indeed he does know - he stops in front of a black-haired boy from Tillek, Mikael, who stares down at the mischievously sparkling orbs of his new lifemate in total wonder. One finger reaches out to trace a headknob, and a smile crosses a slightly plain face, illuminating it into a beauty all its own. "Yes," says M'kael "I know you are Brishnikoth, and you are mine."
Eirene bounces back and forth on her feet, out of both heat and excitement. "Blue, blue, blue. I always liked blue." She pauses to take a breath and examine the other eggs. "Oh! A green! Green's nice. I like green, too. Ooh! B'rum!" Eirene looks pleased. Green, blue, what could be better? Ooh! Bronze!
Zidane looks on with excitement as the first pair are made "Congrats Brum!" he yells or tries to yell over the hum before looking on towards the unpaired blue. "But what of him?" he asks allowed, not realizing he has done so. "Perhaps he is looking for the perfect troublemaker."
Urei giggles lightly as he looks toward the first impression and nods, "Yay B'rum." He'd clap, but it'd be all fists and that might hurt. Green eyes darken and shimmer under the black sand's reflection, dancing about and jumping slightly as one of his favorite eggs begins to shake. "Yay M'kael." Funfun!
Klari shrugs her shoulders to Saldia, "Oh look, he impressed!" Talking about B'rum of course. Klari smiles slightly at Dalas' question, taking another quick glance towards the galleries, "Not sure... Can't make anyone out. I'll just have to find out later, eh?" Klari points to the recently hatched and impressed bronze. "There goes M'kael."
Dalas sees the little bronze dragon and holds his breath. This is incredible his eyes start to water a bit as he looks at its shiny hide, oh to have him as a lifemate.
Zureile's suddenly discovering that the thick soles of her sandals aren't quite thick enough. Hop, skip, bounce. Yeah, she's beginning that age-old dance. Hanneke's hand is squeezed even harder as the eggs begin to spill their contents. Hey, she's so keyed up she even smiles at Dominic when she accidentally catches his eye. The quickfire impressions going on all around her do little to settle her nerves.
Saldia's eyes go round as she sees the two impressions and she nods eagerly at Klari "Both of them" Right she is so observant and making intelligent comments at this point and her hands clasp against each other again, her bottom lip being worried between her teeth as she watches and waits.
Stardust Egg seems to shimmer as the once solid pinpricks of light tremble, guiding lights clinging to their duty as they guide the magical treasure within to life. Dark shards crumble and fall as a pair of copper tangled headknobs peek out from the midst of stars. With a stubborn shake, more cracks weave through the stardust; then the shell dissolves in a waterfall of light dusted fragments.
Magic-Laden Viney Green Dragonet
From misty ghostgum to the brilliance of emerald, a throng of many-hued vines writhes round this dragon's lithe form in an untamed embrace, sparkling with fleeting glimpses of wild, enchanting copper. Hidden where the vigorous fibers are thickest, this magical tincture glimmers as crimson light caught in the lush knots of verdigris, with one strand shimmering near her eyes as unsubstantial laughter. As well, it weaves amongst the dark of a deep forest as it nestles over her headknobs and eyes, dancing towards a bluntly shaped muzzle before morphing to a shadowed shamrock. More ephemeral is the soothing absinthe, shyly creeping under her jaw and down her neck behind the shelter of the fir lattice that darts up in thick strokes to sharpen each neckridge with solid determination. Firmly, the hue invades the arching bones and 'spars of strong wings, pulling iridescently membranous silvered green and aged bronze marbled 'sails taut, their playful flight defined by stubborn myrtle veins. Eucalyptus teases surprisingly refined muscles over her shoulders and hind, catching the conjured twinkles and tossing them towards her tail, where they twist down its length to cheekily glow at the zenith.
Hanneke tugs at the hand that Zureile is holding so tightly, whining, "You'll break them, Zureile!" Regardless, she wiggles incessantly, peering towards the bronze and his new rider with some delight, "You! I don't know your name, but--you! No, he's not interesting, Karei," she adds, "He's *cute*."
Mischievous Mage Blue Dragonet wanders forth, once he realizes that, for now, nobody else is going to play on this side of the sand. His mind turns to the wall of white before him. Maybe someone out there would be interested. A slightly wobbly step is taken, a few more quick movements and he is in front of the candidates. He circles Barume for a moment, whuffling at his robe hem. Not this one! Onward! There is bound to be someone out there is for him! Besides, he's getting hungry.
Karei peers towards M'kael. More guys. Going away. Sob. "Hrmph." Pause. "Congrats, M'kael! He's nifty." Nod, nod, and then it's back to the blue and the other eggs. And then a pause, as the green hatches -- "Hey! She's cute." Hanneke is accorded with a shrug. "Interesting, cute, same thing." Sort of.
Shabheh lets out a yelp of delight at the Impression of M'kael, expressing her congratulations with a warm, "Oh, congrats!" The other hatchlings are given long, wary glances, as if she seeks for signs of their rightness.
Kr'lin watches the next two dragons quickly pop out of their eggs and quickly find a lifemate First a green than a bronze. Oh well, blues are just pickier than the other dragons. Means their choices are better or something.
Jestine grins and sighs softly as B'rum and M'kael leave the sands. "Good for you, B'rum, M'kael!" She glances over to Zidane. Must be calm. Smooth. Silk on water, or something along those lines.
Zidane isn't sure what he should be doing. He looks as another beauty hatches from her shell "Oh another one!" he tells Jestine "Isn't she brilliant and beautiful?" What it must be to impress, he thinks and dreams in his almost painful longing.
Dominic sighs sadly, watching B'rum and M'kael be ushered off the sands. That's two dragons that won't be heading his way. He looks over to the blue over there on the other side of the sands without a whole lot of hope in his eyes. Sigh.
Dalas smiles as the impression is made, he gives another thumbs up sign, "Congrats M'kael, you said you would get a bronze and looks like you did." He tells him though he really wishes the little bronze would have chosen him instead, still he is happy for his friend.
Crooked Little Wand Egg rattles gently, unsure. Is it time yet.. maybe so, maybe not? Hmmm, yes. It is so.
Klari just watches as more dragonets come out of their shells, still sort of in a daze, but like always for now it can easily be broken. Another glance over to Saldia and she laughs, "If you're not careful, you're bottom lip will fall right off, Sal." Ooo... A green, "Don't worry Dalas. You'll get yours."
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Urei jumps on the balls of his feet as he looks over to see the Stardust Egg crack and hatch, then with a happy giggle he watches it with pure excitement. Attempting to keep his emerald gaze on the egg, but none-the-less it does manage to travel around and watch the other impressions. View looks around to his friend Candidates, maybe they should've rubbed the vials more?
Crooked Little Wand Egg turns, slightly at first, but then faster. Rocking in place it sends the sand flying from it's grainy surface until finally it tips on it's side, the wand dipping to dub the sands with the gift of a new life. Crookedness be darned, it really works! Out tumbles a dark form, a jumble of limbs and wings that slowly untangle to reveal a gangly charcoal brown dragonet. Thick muscle already moves beneath his hide, but in a mis-shapen way that makes his movements jerky and awkward. Nevertheless, determined he is. After a quick test he draws his overly-large wings close, the flickering glowbasket's light barely picking up the dark embers that highlight his spars and sails. As unobtrusively as possible he slinks toward the candidates. One girl shrieks with surprise as he passes her unexpectedly from behind. Hmm. definitely not his type. Too jumpy. Too afraid. Confidence grows as he senses something. Something familiar. Yet somehow new. Turning about he brushes against a stout young man from Crom, Garrett, who takes one look at him and blinks in surprise. "Goylth? I hear you!" Without hesitation G'ar reaches out to touch the dragonet, a stern look of reassurance on his smiling face. "My perfect Goylth - let's get you something to eat, eh?"
Mischievous Mage Blue Dragonet decides to go down the line. His eyes sliding over many candidates, his tail also catching a few on the leg, or his foot squashing, accidentally, another as he passes. Something has caught his attention. His eyes whirl redder with hunger as he looks about him. Curiosity and eager excitement enhance his wobbly, yet quick movements.
Zidane wonders "Is /that/ egg wobbling? He looks closer, hoping. "I wonder whats inside there.. a blue.. a little green beauty?" he wonders allowed. A pout crosses his face as the brown is impressed to another and he turns his attention back to the blue. Perhaps eggs don't remember?
Saldia looks slightly confused at Klari's comment and then she realises what she was doing and she laughs "I just am so nervous, I mean look so many have impressed, and well I am worried." She says quietly back to Klari but then pauses, her eyes glancing from the blue to the green, her eyes wide as she watches and hopes.
Karei's indigo optics flicker towards Crooked Wand, blinking at the rapid hatching and Impression -- a cheer for the lucky person, and then blinks at the blue, tilting her head. "Eh." Blink, blink. But that's all -- she's not one to interfere with hungry, clawed dragons. Oopsies.
Zureile's not about to loosen her grip on Hanneke's hand, let alone let go of it. That is, until the candidate in front of her leaps backward to avoid a stumbling hatchling. "Hey!" Though the other candidate manages to keep his feet, Zureile is thrown to the ground by the collision. Not that she stays there long. If the sand is warm on her sandles, it's even hotter her bare legs. With a slight yelp, she's back on her feet and dusting frantically at her clothes. No one saw that, right?
You say, "A green!" She's not so delighted at this, although her bouncing, notably, doesn't stop. "Ooh, and there was a brown, too! And what is that blue doing? Ooh!" Babbling cheerfully, Hanneke adds, "That green came from my favourite! Well, one of my favourites. Oh, it's all just spiffy!" She tugs at Zureile once more. "Ow! Get up, Zureile."
D'san is almost dizzy with watching the hatchlings, who are impressing quickly. "Shells....seems to be only that blue over there having trouble making up his mind.." He notes. - "And that green, perhaps, though she just hatched. A pretty little thing. Heh. Mnem agrees with me." And indeed, Mnemaxath croons at the little, newly hatched green.
Katarra nearly over-pours a glass of wine as egg after egg hatches in quick succession. Lifting the glass absently to her lips, she tries to keep count. "Ooo, you're so right, D'san," she smiles, sparing him a glance. "It's a very good clutch."
Magic-Laden Viney Green Dragonet looks down at herself with a small, little squeaking noise. Look at her! She's covered in /egg goo/. She's hungry, she wants to find what she knows is out there, but more to the point, she's covered in egg goo. Before she does anything else, she'd better get it off, no? Copper glimmers, veins catching the light as the rather average sized green begins to get rid of the ewwy goo in quick, efficiant movements. The quicker she gets it off, the quicker she can go searching -- and she's done! Her cry is almost triamphant as the green (at last!) moves away from the shards of the universe to search for her prey, movements quick but careful. Don't want to fall down in front of /all/ these people, do we?
Shabheh pulls a loose strand of hair away from her face, tucking it into the rest of her hair. She takes a deep breath, hazarding a smile in the direction of the other girl nearby, reaching out to take her hand, squeezing it.
Kyla is busy making sure some of the new dragonets, don't eat themselves silly. "Smaller pieces B'rum.." Every now and again she glances up to look at those still on the sands.
Glittering Dust Egg ripples once and then seems to dissolve into tiny fragments, tumbling its petite occupant onto the sands. Rising quickly to her feet, the revealed hatchling flutters her gauzy green wings partially to get them out of the way, and partially to dry them. Equilibrium gained, she takes several feather-light steps, senses immediately alert as she searches for /her/ lost boy. or girl, for that matter. But, a boy it does prove to be, as her dainty head swings unerringly toward one candidate in particular - an impish young rouge named Penter with a shock of unruly red hair. Their eyes meet. Impression occurs. "Her name is Tinkerbeth!" P'ter declares in amazement, wrapping his arms around her dainty neck.
Jestine nods at Zidane's words. Her mind isn't really into the conversation. She watches as the brown walks to another. Something begins to build within her. She dare not name it, or she is lost. She looks toward the eggs once more. As the green emerges, she grins and keeps a secretive , slight smile on her lips.
Eirene's torn. The blue is so nice, and the green, and, well, all of them. "Karei, which do you like best?" Maybe the other girl will have some insight for her. "I like them all." She shifts from foot to foot. All these decisions. "I like the green," she decided. "But I like blue a lot. Blue is nice." She wrinkles up her nose. "No, definately blue. I want a blue."
Klari shakes her head slightly and rather slowly, "I know what you mean, just don't chew too hard on that lip, 'kay?" Klari watches the green and blue make their rounds, "Wonder who the lucky ones will be... Look, P'ter got a /green,/ wow."
Dominic stands near the back of the crowd, smiling weakly at Rapscallion's jokes about Zureile falling down. Yeesh. Of all people, Dom should be enjoying that sight. He normally loves to see Zureile fall down. Not today, apparently. Instead, he lets out another deep sigh as Penter Impresses. "Penter?" Penter's a loser. Or, was. Guess he's a winner today.
Zidane yells out "Congrats P'ter!" as his eyes move over the two who have yet to impress. "I wonder who they are looking for?" he asks Jestine. "They certainly are taking their time." he says with a mischevious smirk. "Especially the blue one." He says with a point.
Dalas runs both hands through his hair slicking it back with the sweat of his brow, he looks at the little dragonets and then back over to Saldia and Klari, they seem to be closest to him, "Its all happening so fast, I didn't remember it happening so fast before." He says as he watches yet more eggs pop open and impressions being made.This is incredible.
Kr'lin makes his way over to Kyla and the growing crowd of newly Impressed lifemates. Might as well assist in the feeding of the dragonets, give himself something to do.
Mischievous Mage Blue Hatchling seems to have tired of his teasing and playful antics with his clutch siblings. Multifaceted orbs whirl with a vivid red as hunger pangs override any other thoughts - Enough of playing! Without wavering, the coltish blue steps forth and makes a beeline for his cohort to be. Indigo muzzle is shoved into redwort-stained hands. A soft creel echoes on the sands as whirling eyes find those of sky blue beneath gray-winged bronze locks.
Karei watches. Because that's just what happens. "Good for you!" And such. a blink, and she peers warily towards Eirene, shrugging. "Uh... that one, over there." Death Tarot Card. Aheh. "Oh ... has he picked?" The blue gets a blink. And .. more blinks.
Mischievous Mage Blue Dragonet's whirling gaze fixes upon Dalas.
Saldia smiles and nods "I will try not to." Eyes go up to the galleries again and then over to who K'lari has pointed out "A little green, oh that should be an interesting combination" She shakes her head "Some seem so determined yet that blue has not made up his mind yet who he wants." SHe pauses as she sees the blue stop right near by and she glances at Dalas and then the blue again "Wow" she says softly
Urei giggles at the green as he watches them, though the view travels over toward the blue and then travels over toward the green again. Sparkling emerald eyes watch as he nods at the impression, "Yay! P'ter." Then a giggle toward one of the blue, "Daaaaalas!" Whee! This is more fun than.... er... stuff.
Secret Ingredient Egg begins to wobble a bit - but just a bit, though sand jumps with the movement.
Jestine looks toward the eggs again. She is waiting for somethings that she knows, but she knows something is out there. She waits. Hearing the cheers, she turns and lets out a whoop of happiness. "Dalas! You did it!"
Karei squawks, peering towards Dalas -- it's a struggle and involves lots of tipping on her part -- and emitting a loud cheer. "Dalas! Good for you!" Aaw. Impression. Sniff.
Dalas eyes begin to water and overflow as he kneels down to the little blue dragonet,"His name is Rojoth!" He says to everyone and no one, then he almost yells a bit louder,"His name is Rojoth!"
[D'las (Dalas) Impresses MIschievous Mage Blue Rojoth]
Tajiath sits calmly beside Mnemaxath, watching the scene unfold with the proud air of a mother and queen. So different she is now, from the days past. Seems the little one's have been safely delivered to this pivotal point, and she is content. Each new arrival draws her attention, eyes awhirl with careful inspection to be sure all is right.
Eirene looks saddened, but only for a moment. "Yay! Dalas! Yaaay!" She wrinkles her nose again. "Well, I like the green better, anyway. Green's nice." Another cheer for Dalas. "And there'll be more blue's. And more browns. I like brown. They're so cute." Pause. "Rojoth! Yay! Dalas!"
Magic-Laden Viney Green Dragonet snorts; it's almost as if she's overheard people claim blue as their favourite, and just as quickly, discards her disgust (how could /anyone/ like blue more than green?) in the urge to hunt. To search. She doesn't waste any time teasing or testing -- one glance is enough to know that a group of whiterobed girls just /don't/ contain the one. Nose twitches, and head turns slightly. Now, what was that? Careful now. Don't want to make a mistake!
Zureile's back on her feet, smiling nervously at the crowd of candidates around her begins to thin through impressions. She's still wiping the sand off of her robe, wiggling uncomfortably. Seems the sand didn't just stay on the outside. But Dalas' impression takes her mind off of her own troubles. "Dalas!" Zureile's joy is very evident in her voice. "Dalas, I'm so happy for you! And Rojoth, too!"
Hanneke attempts to pull at Zureile's hand again, although hers being the inside hand makes it harder. "Lookie, Zureile! It's Dalas--It's Dalas! He's a bluerider! With Rojoth!" She wrinkles her nose briefly, for unknown reasons, her feet beginning to bounce up and down once more, her body straining to see the green.
Klari lets out a shrill as Dalas impresses Rojoth, "Oh Dalas! I knew it!" Klari shifts feet a bit more now before reaching over to Saldia, putting an arm around her shoulders, "See. Now what have I been saying the /entire/ time?"
Wrinkle in Time Egg jiggles slightly, shifting in it's seat, the striation that crosses it's shell writhing. Crossing time and space takes effort, but it is not there yet.
Secret Ingredient Egg moves again, and this time steam rises -or seems to- from the egg's top curve. Something is building up towards an explosion as whatever is within becomes desperate to get /out/.
Karei grins broadly -- or as broadly as Karei can -- and sways cheerfully. "Rojoth! That's a nice name." Eirene is eyed. "Isn't it? I think it's nice." The green is peered towards warily, as are the rest of the eggs. So much excitement.
Zidane yells a sincere "Congrats!" to Dalas, always knowing that the boy would impress. Now what about him? He looks out to the green beauty as she moves around the sands "I think she knows who she wants." he says confidently, though not necessarily confident that person is him. "She is a clever one, I can see."
Urei shifts from foot to foot nervously, his green eyes watching some of the eggs but always find a point to flash back toward the green dragonet. Just a giggle as it moves around, so shifty. Prolly had one too many sweetrolls of its own, same with Urei. This is obvious through his wiggling and jiggling.
Secret Ingredient Egg shivers one last time, like a furiously boiling kettle, before the remaining shards explode outwards with the force of the tiny creature's effort to escape the prison that holds it within. A talon bursts through, scattering yet more before the dragonet tumbles out and splays chest first on the black sands of Ista.
Oven-Warmed Bronze Hatchling
Built broad and muscular, this young dragonet is colored a deep, reddish-orange bronze the hue of a warm terracotta oven. His hide is not pristine, for he bears his share of subtle blemishes in faint patches of burnt charcoal, which dust his sleek flanks like cinders where air has cooled the burn fueling his fire. Embers, still glowing, drift across his belly, red-white heat threatening to blaze into the full-blown glory of a sparking bonfire. Golden coppery-brown drizzles like thick syrup over fresh baked loaves of bread across the delicate span of his wings, the spars and sails glittering with a dull metallic gleam whenever light dances along his flesh. A long neck with a narrow head and muzzle nearly complete the dragon, though a strange powdery residue of pale copper speckles his face - as if someone had blown a cloud of flour into it. Finally, ebony tipped talons and a long whip-like tail coated in ashes, echoing those which decorate his flanks, give him his conclusion.
Dalas walks the little blue over to the edge of the sand to feed him with the other candidates who have impressed.
Kyla glances up and urges Dalas and Rojoth from the sands. "What a fine fella, Dalas! He sure looks hungry." Slowly she gets him set up with some meat bits for the blue. "Tiny ones, first, but keep feeding him."
Kr'lin notes the blue dragonet's selection and actually looks somewhat pleased. Although, not exactly in the way one would think. As if he is looking forward to something. That done, it's back to making sure new riders don't gorge their young dragons. "Careful there, P'ter. Don't ever feed her. You don't want to have to carry her off the sands."
D'san nudges Katarra as Mnemaxath sets up a trumpeting bugle on the appearance of a bronze offspring. "Look, Kat! A good-sized little guy, wouldn't you say?"
Dalas nods as he begins to feed the little blue, tiny bits at first,"No you need to build up to it Ro
Jestine feels her breath catch in her throat. Even though this new hatchling could not be hers, his presence is incredible. She can feel the heat from his body, even though she is so far away from him. She turns to Zidane, "Oh my! Did you ever think..." Her words trail off.
Eirene turns to eye Karei back. "A lovely name? Very lovely! Yes! Rojoth! 'S nice!" Eirene beams at her fellow candidate, before turning back to the dragons. "Bronze!" Eirene would clap her hands together with joy, if one weren't clasped in Karei's. "It's a bronze!" Nevermind that Eire can't Impress bronze. "I like bronze."
Dominic stares wistfully at Dalas and Rojoth, smiling slightly, mumbling, "Good for you, Dalas..." Better him than that Penter punk. Or P'ter, as the case may be. His eyes drift over to the Secret Ingredient Egg, and it's new hatchling. His features turn a little hopeful... not much, but just enough. A bronze. Sweet.
Karei peers at the bronze. "Oh. It's a bronze!" A bronze that'll Impress to a cute guy that Karei can leer at ... a very long time from now. "His face is ... fuzzy." Cloudy, fuzzy, it means the same thing. "Isn't that nice, Eire? He's handsome." Sagenod. "Bronze is nice." Yep.
Zidane looks with amazement at the bronze. All his life thats what he dreamed of riding. "I wonder who will impress the bronze" he says, trying not to point this time. I can see Tajiath made quite an impressive clutch this time. Definately" he adds, rattling on in his anxiety.
Saldia grins and nudges Klari and points out the bronze "Inigoth thought I would impress bronze, what about him?" SHe eyes Dalas and Rojoth again and sighs "He's lovely Dalas." She turns back to look over the eggs and the hatchlings still left to choose.
Katarra nods, saving verbal congratulations for later, in person. Smiling at D'san, she lifts her glass. "First impression! I think this calls for another toast. Wine?" Hmm... all these toasts could get interesting. She turns to look toward the indicated bronze, her eyes widening appreciatively. "Oh my yes." Leaning, she gives Tajiath's foreleg a caress. "Look darling, he has your glow."
Urei giggles happily at the bronze that hatches out and then looks over toward the green. Wow, two really beautiful creatures. With the shift of malachite shine from green to bronze, his wet red hair just tosses around with his movement. Shiver almost down his back at thinking, "Wow." Ayup, seems Urei's vocabulary has weakened a bit.
Oven-Warmed Bronze Hatchling digs ebony talons into the sand and shards he stands in, syrup-streaked wings shaken to relieve them of excess goo. He then looks around cautiously - perhaps to make sure of any danger lurking - before stepping forth, intent on the groups of white-robed figures. Instinctively, he seems to know that among them is something he needs.
Zureile gives Hanneke's hand a friendly tug in return, her arm jiggling with the harper candidate's movements. She's not really commenting on the dragonets she's seeing at the moment. She's too busy glaring at Rap and his comments. It seems the young boy is still giggling over her fall. "Knock it off!" she hisses, twisting towards the eggs just in time to see the arrival of the newest bronze. She jerks again at Hanneke's hand, using her other to point. "Look, another one!" Wow. Descriptive.
Mysterious Orb Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.
Mysterious Orb Eggs 's swirling colors finally part, the symmetrically spherical egg breaking in two neat halves to reveal a small blue dragonet, who creels and ruffles goo-slicked wingsails, though they dry quickly in the heat. Another creel, this one full of hunger and need, emerges from a svelte cobalt throat as he turns whirling red faceted eyes on the white-robed figures grouped loosely about - he takes a step, then another, knowing the end to his starvation and loneliness can be found in that crowd. Indeed, one girl in particular stands out, and he makes his way slowly towards her - slowly, because he keeps tripping on wingspars that seem to get in the way with ever step. Another creel, this one urgent, and then he is there, gazing up into the eyes of this girl, this smith apprentice from Ista Hold. Bluwena looks down at the little sticky baby and cannot help but collapse to her knees, arms going around him with all the comfort and love she can muster in her astonishment. "His name is Danubith!" cries Blu, the sound of tears closing her throat afterwards as she immerses herself in her new lifemate.
S'fina walks over to Kyla and Dalas, a broad smile on her face. "Congratulations.." She offers, her eyes wandering onto the sands once more. Looking to Kyla then she chuckles. "I should have brough a whole skin with me, not just one glass.." Indicating the wine.
Hanneke turns her head backwards and forwards, up and down, wailing, "I can't see it all! There's too much, too much!" Nonetheless, excitedly, she wiggles up and down, feet tapping against the sand beneath her feet. "I see it," she adds, to Zureile, tugging back at the other girl's hand.
Shabheh gives the rocking egg a wary glance, straining upon her heels to get a better glimpse, as if trying to see through the egg to what is inside. "Brown, I bet," she decides with a firm nod towards the girl holding her hand.
Magic-Laden Viney Green Dragonet oh-so carefully creeps forward, passing by several boys in the process. Careful eyes examine the maybe-one with almost extreme caution. White-robed? Check. Female? Check. She wouldn't want to be stuck with a /man/. Not that they're not nice, in their way, but... Oooh. Look. Hazel eyes and dark hair. But what really stands out is her soul. Wings extend, almost knocking over a poor Smith boy lingering a little to close in the process, and the hatchling almost seems to bound forward towards one particular girl. (Although, she is beginning to question her taste. I mean. Really! Bronze?)
Klari looks over to the bronze with a grin before looking back to Saldia, "Hrmm... You on a bronze? Well, if you ever were to impress a bronze, that one would be it." Klari can't help but laugh softly, hey she's happy!
Zidane looks on and continues to rattle away "Oh, I would take the most wonderful care of you" he says, knowing the hatchling isn't listening. Still he tries to will the hatchling his way "I will oil you every day, feed you plenty to eat. I promise" He says hopefully.
Saldia giggles and shakes her head "I don't think so, bronze really isn't my colour." She shrugs and turns to look at where the green is and she pauses as she sees the green bounding forward "Oh she looks determined Klari, you think she is coming this way." Her nervousness is evident again, her voice squeaking out.
Jestine glances up again at the eggs. She looks to the others, eyes as wide as her own, probably. Hearing Zidane's words, she can't help but smile. . She looks back to the eggs.
Karei shifts a bit more, eyeing the green. "Has she picked?" Blink, blink. "I can't tell." Whine, groan -- and then she peers towards Blue. "Hey! Good for you." And such. Riight.
Dominic watches the bronze's movements, elbowing Rapscallion with a harsh, "Shut /up/, Rap. The green's going for one of the girls, not you." Yeesh. Dom's got other things on his mind than Rap's philosophies on green Impression. Like that bronze over there.
Death Tarot Card Egg gives no warning. It simply falls apart in one swift motion, crumpling to the ground like the tattered remains of a skeleton, bone white pieces lying about as if sadly forgotten. The shadow within unfolds to reveal a being of rich, creamy brown. He makes no sound. His movements are subtle, flowing, as if not a single solid bone forms what little there is of a thin, lanky structure beneath that hide. Rather he slinks, sliding like a river of dark chocolate. Only nothing sweet resides within these wings. His eyes whirl with secrets, red and suspicious, darting about before choosing a route. Even then he seems to have made an error. Slithering up behind a girl who seems familiar, he immediately recoils as she turns, hissing and skittering backwards. No, Eowyn is not for him. "Oof!" A surprised huff comes from a lanky lad with a plain face who was unfortunate enough to have been directly in the path of the retreating brown. Lifting his squashed foot, Reling begins to hop on the other, trying to keep his balance. "Ow, ow, ow." The surprised brown spins and red eyes meet those of pure, deep blue. "Oh, Wraith, you've found me!" R'ing declares, voice cracking as his knees melt and he kneels, sore foot forgotten. "You're starving? Well, let's go eat then."
Oven-Warmed Bronze Hatchling pauses in his journey across the sands, looking up at the larger version of himself, as well as the golden beauty next to him. He creels, perhaps a greeting - perhaps not - and then continues on his way towards those white-robed things, sniffing the air as if to catch a certain scent, find a definite trail to the one he is searching for.
In the distance, the drums announce the departure of Apprentice Trula.
Klari shrugs with a smirk, "You're right... Bronze isn't really your color. The green?" Klari glances back to the green and swallows the lump in her throat, "I... I don't know. Do ya think?" Klari rests her arms at her side again, but only after smoothing out her robe, or maybe that was to wipe the sweat from her palms.
Shabheh lifts her left foot, wobbling about with only the right to support her, her face contorted. "So hot!" she all but whines, letting the foot drop again, as her gaze is taken towards another hatchling, another group of candidates.
Magic-Laden Viney Green Dragonet's whirling gaze fixes upon Saldia.
Karei pauses as Death Tarot hatches, sighing quietly. "That one was my favorite." But a congratulations is sent towards R'ing, indigo gaze flickering towards the eggs and then towards the other dragonets again -- and then Saldia, as she gets the green. "Saldia! Ooh! Great!" Yaay! And such.
Eirene does clap, this time. One hand hitting her arm in a pathetic excuse for applause. "Brown!" Eire beams, turing from the brown to the green, and back to the brown again. Only to find him Impressed. "Oh. Crongrats R'ing!" Grey eyes seek out the bronze, but are stoped by Saldia's Impression. "Ooh! Saldia! Yay!" Joy, rapture!
Zidane continues to stare out at the bronze hatching, wondering where he is going. Perhaps Dominic. If anyone deserved to ride a bronze, it would be him. But still he hopes "Over this way" he whispers to the hatchling. "I'm right over ehre."
Magic-Laden Viney Green Dragonet has found the source of her magic, the reason for living, her lifemate and sister soul. But there's no sense in standing around mooning about it! Copper-twined magic glimmers, but cannot compete with the brilliance of swirling eyes as -- without delay -- the green determinedly looks up and claims Saldia as her own.
Urei watches as the green runs away and then his malachite eyes transfer toward the bronze happily. So the green doesn't like men, Urei's a man.... er boy more or less. Bronzies gotta like men... er boys and then he looks over toward Saldia and giggles, "Salllddddiia." She must've snuck a rub on the vials. Cause Dalas already impressed and all and he had one. Hmmmm. Gripping his lucky robe tightly and watching the bronze once again, though eyes travel everyso often to the other eggs
Saldia nods slowly at Klari and then her eyes widen and she looks deep into the green's eyes and her mouth opens and closes as if she searches for something to say and she shakes her head and goes down on her knees and buries her face in the green's neck and when she looks up again, her eyes are wet but her face is triumphant "Asryth, she says her name is Asryth and she is mine."
[Saldia Impresses Magic-Laden Viney Green Asyrth]
Hanneke's face lights up, and she lets out a peal of laughter--"Oh, Saldia! I *told* you you'd get a green, didn't I? Oh, coolies! Do you see, Zureile, huh, huh?" Perhaps the heat is having a sugary effect upon her, for her movement hardly slows even as the hatching progresses. "Asryth!"
Jestine cheers heartily as Saldia's eyes lock with the green's . Everything is going so fast. Everything flies by and she feels that she is the only one standing still in this torrent. She must remain the calm, eye of the storm. Calm? Who was she kidding!
Wrinkle in Time Egg stirs from the shadows, refusing to be hidden. The power inside can be restrained no longer.
Wrinkle in Time Egg shimmers, the flickering lights giving life to the ripple that tears across it's otherwise seamless, creamy surface. With a sudden jerk it tilts to one side, the inner struggle finally coming to a chaotic crescendo. The wrinkle widens, opening with a loud *crack* that splits the egg in two halves. The curled up form that appears unfurls its sparkling burnished wings slowly, stretching it's long neck and stepping forward through time to boldly claim that which no dragon has claimed before. That which is his alone. Yes, over there distance means naught. The young bronze dashes with confidence across the sands and stops just short of colliding with a sandy-haired young man. Barking orders in a commanding tone, he flicks his wings sharply as the candidate whoops a loud cheer - a smile breaking across the boy's face from ear to ear. "Yes!" K'aptan nods, "Food, coming right up, Kirth. Anything for you!"
Zureile nods her head in Hanneke's direction. "Yeah, well at least you're not standing behind Gigantor." She motions in irritation to the overly-tall candidate blocking her view in front of her. In fact, she's so busy glaring at the candidate in front of her that she completely misses Saldia's impression. It's not until she hears the exclamations around her that she even manages to notice it. "Saldia!" she calls out! "Well done! For you, and for Asryth!" Zureile is bouncing right along with Hanneke, though not exactly in unison.
Klari takes a few steps away from Saldia as the green /has/ come her way, "Go Sal!" Yep, Klari should've made bets. "Asryth, beautiful name." Klari smiles before taking a look at both sides of her before crossing her arms. Her group is gone! Ah well, Klari'll stand there with her sweaty palms.
A sudden commotion springs up in one particular hollow where three eggs are clustered, still laying close together as they were when clutched. The first egg rocks violently, it's motion seeming to awaken something in the egg beside it as the second responds with twitches of it's own. A dark crack suddenly appears, forking like lighting across the first egg and mapping it's surface into a thousand separate fragments that eventually shatter and crash against the shell of it's neighbor. Immediately that egg tips and bumps into the third egg hard enough to crack both shells. Soon pieces of shell are flying in all directions, thrown by two pairs of silken green wings and a tail of beachnut brown. The trio croon and warble in chaotic chorus, looking about and fussing like performers getting ready for their big stage debut. Fittingly, they scramble from their sandy home together and immediately tumble into a nearby cluster of six candidates. Human and dragonic voices rise in quick succession as lifemates are found and impressions made.
Zidane whipes the sweat from his brow. Wow, it is hot in here." he thinks, hoping his sandals will withstand the sands. The sweetsand bath he had seems to be wearing off and he hopes he doesn't stink. The hatchling won't come his way if he does. He continues looking out and smiles as he sees Saldia impress. "Congrats Saldia! She's lovely."
Dominic frowns as another bronze goes to another unworthy Candidate. Unworthy in Dom's opinion, for whatever that's worth. Not a whole lot, apparently. But there's still a bronze out there, so he's still got a shot. "No, Rac, I'm not gonna get out of the way so you can get the bronze!" Every Candidate for himself on the sands!
Karei sways. "It's going so fast..." Fast. Very, very fast, and poor little Karei's getting lost in the fray. "Asryth... that's pretty, Saldia! Oh! K'aptan! Good for you." Yay, yay. Lots of yays, especially as another batch of Impressions is made.
Sapphire Rose Egg rocks gently, it's petals appearing to shift in the hot air. Now? No..not yet, almost time, but it will hold it's secret close for awhile longer.
Shabheh says, "Congratulations!" Her cry is bright, cheerful, although she wipes sweat from her face, and her stance is withered. "Faranth, it's hot."
Hanneke and Zureile definitely do not have rhythmn, let alone music. Maybe they've got each other, so they couldn't ask for anything more? Hanneke continues to wiggle, peering after the bronze, then at the group of three eggs so recently hatched. "Exciting! Oh do shut up, Zureile. It's not *that* bad." Hanneke, of course, wouldn't know.
Oven-Warmed Bronze Hatchling continues his quest for knowledge, for love for - oh, wait a minute. All he wants is food. Food, and that certain someone who is his match. He heads towards a grouping of male candidates, his gait increasing slightly as he heads exactly where he knew he was going all the time.
Jestine continues to look. She wonders, letting her mind wander, trying to escape the pain of her singed feet. She turns to Zidane. "At least you were smarter than me and remembered your sandals before we left. Looks like I'll be looking for some soft shoes and numbweed after this!"
Eirene clings happily to Karei. "Asryth, that's so pretty!" She pauses in her stream of commentary for a long moment, absently watching the group of Impressions. She'd cheer, but she doesn't really know them all, so she settles for a happy, "Yay!" The bronze attracts her attention after a moment. "Bronze, bronze, bronze. I like bronze. Too bad I'm a girl, maybe then he'd like me. If I were a boy I mean." Right.
Karei eyes Eirene. "Sure." Karei got sort of lost on the third bronze. "I think he knows who he wants, anyway." So even if Eire magically changed genders, it probably wouldn't work. Too bad. Sniff.
Saldia smiles, her face still a mix of nerves and joy and she nods at Klari "Your turn will come, you see" She smiles and smiles down at Asryth "Yes I know you are hungry." She points "Over there, look they are getting fed." She pauses and smiles "Guess Inigoth was wrong." She crosses to where the other weyrlings are and she grins at Dalas "Guess you and I aren't healers anymore."
Dominic jostles with Rapscallion and Racillon, "Quit it, you guys! I can /so/ stand here." All of 'em want that Oven-Warmed Bronze. "No fair ganging up on me, you can't /both/ have him!" Punks.
S'fina watches as more and more candidates become weyrlings. Smiling broadly, and as she is hear helping P'ter and K'ptain with their feeding. Looking about she turns to Kyla. "Looks like we need the next lot of meat..Ill get it organised. With that She slowy dissapears, yet meat is soon appearing in the hands of a few helpful/told to by proddy rider residents.
Sapphire Rose Egg gives one final, twisting writhe, the surface rippling as it unfurls one last petal, the effort resounding through the cavern with a sharp crack. Dark talons rip through the shell, ambivalent to the beauty it is marring. A bang, a crash, and the masterpiece collapses, Shadowy Mysterious Malachite Dragonet standing where the egg once sat.
Shadowy Mysterious Malachite Dragonet
Shadows wreak havoc upon this diminutive mistress of the night, dark forest greens twining with lighter, more verdant shades along her long sinuous neck, while crisscrossing malachite patterns dapple her smoothed-down neckridges. A narrow, angular frame is swathed in moonlight, her dancer's belly rounding out and paling to a gaudy shade of lime - a snaky whiplash tail coated in a deep moss green, is flecked with specks of green-blue, adding more color to the monochrome appearance. Lanky limbs offset bodily proportions, sharp talons etched from black marble. Vaguely oversized wings could easily been deemed 'svelte' in their velvety darkness.
Awkwardly the Oven-Warmed Bronze Dragonet pauses before making his slow, trudging way toward a certain someone, the young man who'll complete his journey and culminate in Impression - a young man with intriguing eyes and a dashing smile.
S'fina heads out towards the main bowl.
Oven-Warmed Bronze Hatchling's whirling gaze fixes upon Dominic.
Silver Chalice Egg quivers, considering whether it should grace the sands with it's occupant or not.
Urei giggles as he joyfully watches the bronze happily as he watches the eggs hatch and go. Then a giggle again as he looks at Dominic, "Wooo Dommie!" Almost an insane laugh at that. The heats affecting him a lil' bit.
Karei blinks, peering towards Dominic. "Hey! It's Dominic's! Isn't that great?" Dom on a bronze. Yaay. "Good for you, Dominic!" Beam, beam, and she peeks towards the new green, oohing quietly. "Look, Eire -- isn't she pretty?"
Klari, at least, can't have deja vu anymore because... well, Saldia impressed. "Yeah... I'll see." Klari smiles but then faces back to the eggs, dragonets and, "DomDom!" See, she can call him that because they go back a ways, yep. Is this a good sign? All of Kla's close buds impressing? "What's his name, Dom?"
Eirene happily ignores Karei, choosing instead to cheer for the bronze and Dominic. "Dominic! Yay! Congrats! Go bronze! Yay!" Eirene looks proud for a moment, as if it were all /her/ idea that Dominic would Impress the bronze. The newest hatch-ee gets Eirene's attention at Karei's words. "Ooh. She's nice. Pretty. I like her." So far, Eire's liked all of them, but who's counting?
Zureile's busily craning her neck in every direction at once, or so it seems. /And/ she's answering Hanneke. Hey, she's a multi-tasker, what can she say? "It is /so/ that bad. I can't see a thing!" Which is an apparant overexaggeration, because she see's Dominic's impression quite clearly. Dominic, a bronze-rider? Just what Pern needed. "Congratulations, Dominic," she says, as if by route. And there's not much excitement in her tones, either.
Jestine cheers until her voice cracks. "Congradulations, Dominic!" She can't help but look around herself, noticing how many empty spots are appearing. Oh well! Good things come to those who wait.
Rojoth croons as more food is deposited in his mouth.
A series of shimmers runs down the gobleted length of the Silver Chalice Egg, dissolving scattered fragments of glittering silver, gemstones and shadows across the sands. A rotund green appears, immediately stretching in a long, exaggerated exertion that shows off her harlequin pattern of dark and light to best effect. She has, perhaps, been born in the wrong color hide, for her bearing and gait are regal as can be as she steps away from the remnants of her flashy home and surveys her domain. Muzzle held high,