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22-04-01: Endings and Beginnings
Ysmalath and Zippith's clutch hatches, and Llysereth proves to Lydiere that Seacrafting isn't everything.

Lydiere steps in from the bowl, gait light as she makes her way towards a certain rumpled cot; her own. Head sticks up, a rueful smile attaching itself, "Hey yourself, all of you. My ship? Oh--all fine and dandy. No storms, no problems--except a certain rather seasick toddler, who screamed."

Wylin grins and smiles. "Please, point him out to me in the GAlleries?" he knows that Lysette, himself and Lydiere had talked about it before but well, wanting to meet the person he has heard about. "Or before if we ever get more rest days...I think i must have used my quota up or something!" Shaking his head he turns to Jeremy and grins. "Im sure he will like them you know..I think they are good designes..oh! and I hear you didnt manage to get your coat back?"

Jeremy wonders aloud "He does not take after his mother?" He shakes his head, glad that he was not on the ship, toddlers are too much work. He therefore does not echo Wylin's request to having the child pointed out to him, he has had enough of children to last him for a while "Thanks Wylin, that is reasuring and no I didn't, I will just have to make myself a new one and give that one up."

Lydiere stiffles a yawn, setting herself up in a lazy position atop of her cot, pulling blankets out of the way to add to it's comfort. "Oh, certainly will, if you don't get to see him before then. He's excited." She, to be different, doesn't appear to be as such. "He takes after me to an extent, but he's not used to the sea, yet, I think."

Wylin smiles lightly as he reaches over to nudge Jeremy. "Not without a fight surley?" He teases lightly. Shuffing himself then so he can sit crosslegged, leaning his elbows onto the corners of his knees he looks over to Lydiere. "I like the yet..You have hopes for him and the craft?" As he goes to shuffle again, bony elbows makes the position he had taken not too comfortable so he sees Lysette walk in. "You look as tired as I feel he offers.."

Jeremy laughs "Well I did say she could borrow it til she stopped feeling so cold, how was I to know that she is always cold?" He shakes his head ruefully "I was thinking of making a new coat eventually and now it will be sooner rather than later." He sits back, the parcel pushed to the bottom of the cot and he waites to hear Lydiere's answer regarding her son and the craft. He also smiles and waves as Lysette enters.

Lysette shuffles into the room, hair all over the place, spinner webs hanging from her shirt which she picks at dropping bits onto the floor without really caring. /This/ cavern she doesnt have to clean today. A hand is waved randomly as she flops onto her cot on her back. "Why did we have to have so much wine stored." she muses before flipping over onto her stomach and propping up her head on her hands with a slightly more cheery, "Hi."

Ruefully, Lyddie nods, "I'd love for him to join me; his father was a seacrafter, too, so it runs in the blood. I don't know yet, of course, where his interests will lie. He's too young, and I won't ever pressure him." She raises a hand towards Lysette, resting her head down upon a pillow. "I know what you mean, Lysette; there's always too much to do."

Saisha mutters from her sketching, "Weyrbred is always good."

Jeremy grins "Because the riders drink so much of it?" He shakes his head enjoying the peaceful moments when chores have been done and new ones not yet assigned and then he glances at Saisha "What do you mean?" he enquires softly

Wylin listens as conversations sprout up and new people join in the group comversation. Shuffling once more he adds to Jeremy. "Something else to take your mind of this waiting game, now you have finished the clothes?" Cocking his head lightly to one side he smiles, running his hand though his hair before turning back to Lydiere. "If it was a new experiece for him, I could imagine it could be unerving..You ever sailed Lys?" he suddenly asks before adding. "I did once...I found it strange looking to the deck and seeing it stay still while your whole body knew you where swaying.."

Saisha shrugs, not even looking up from her pad. "There are enough Weyrs still around... And the youngens seem... less worried."

Lysette nods, "A little Wyn, not much though. My brothers were more into that than I was. I can swim though." Crossing her feet at the ankles she begins to swing them up and down as she listens to snippets of conversations before asking. "What're you drawing Saisha?"

Jeremy grins and nods "True true, that is a good idea." He smiles broadly "I was feeling quite restless." He opens his footlocker and digs out a clean piece of hide and studies it for a moment "Dark green I think, a colour yet servicable." He begins making lines on the hide, happy again, the designing of the commission had meant that he felt less useless and used. He shakes his head "No pools warm enough to swim in or sail on at High Reaches, I cannot do either."

Saisha nods to the sleeping candidate across from her. "Pedain."

Lydiere nods silently towards Wylin, closing her eyes for a few moments with a blissful smile upon her face. They snap open again, watching.

Wylin smiles. "I can flounder in water..but i would not call it swimming.." he offeres in answer to Jeremy and Lys's statments. Rolling his shoulders for a moment he smiles to Lydiere before adding. "Deep green would be nice..Maybe full length, with a collar and a fitted waist line.." Oh was that too much detail?!

Jeremy shakes his head but does not dismiss Wylin's suggestions out of hand "Oh I like something more practical and plain like that, that is a little too fancy for a lowly candidate or apprentice." He makes a few more lines on the hide "Just a short jacket, I just need it to keep me warm, don't need frills or anything." He pauses and looks at Wylin "ever thought of being a weaver?"

Vearence sleeps soundly in his cot. ZZzzzz...

Sinau lays in her cot, realaxing her acking arms from the caverns cleaning of just earlier, which she just finished.

Jeremy is sketching a new design for his coat "Oh it will reach to my upper thigh, any longer than that and it will just be unweildly to wear and manage." He answers Wylin "My leggings are thick enough to keep my legs warm." He sits back and studies his sketch and nods and then places another mark on the hide and glances at the board to see if he has any new duties to undertake.

Saisha nods to Jeremy. "Sounds impressive."

Lileu pads in, hands unfastening her apron behind her back. She looks exausted. And has flour in her hair.

Wylin takes a moment to grasp what Jeremy was talking about, he himself had been staring off into space for a time. Blinking. "Eh?" he asks first before his mind works and he smiles. "Oh I see..the reason for you able to have short Jackets!" Sitting up and streching then he seems relaxed. "I have to say, outload, that I think we are all glad to be off Chores for now.." This being noted with everyone in the Barracks.

Lysette's arms are crossed nder her head and the faint snore that's coming from her pretty much confirms shes asleep, still in her work clothes, still with a few spinner webs stuck to her, but definately asleep.

Farrizah sits on the end of her cot fiddling with something in her hands. She looks over to Jeremy, "Nice." Eyes gleaming she smiles, "Make me one?"

Lileu narrows her eyes pointedly at Wylin, and tosses her apron at him. "Do you think you could design me a new jacket, too?" Lileu questions Jeremy with a smile. "Not that I don't like S'va's old one, but it's a little big on me."

Farrizah says "Why don't you just alter the one you've got? Save some marks."

Sinau peers through her gently closing eye lids at all the other candidates. Seeing what Jeremy's holding, she smiles, "Ooh, thats nice." Drowsyness luls her something close to sleep, but where she could hear the conversation buzzing around her.

Lydiere is half asleep by this stage; she's reclining, dozing, upon her cot, the blankets all pulled asside, and her hair down her back, flowing freely.

Jeremy glances up at Farrizah and nods "Thank you" He pauses and then continues after hearing their discussion "I would be pleased to if you tell me what your requirements are." He nods and turns over the hide "What would you like?" His question is general and directed at both.

Natan heads northwest, to the weyrling's area and barracks.

R'mar heads northwest, to the weyrling's area and barracks.

Natan runs into the room panting and gasping for breath, "It's starting?!" he fumbles for his robe and sandals desperately.

R'mar trots into the cavern, not quite on the heals of Natan, but looking just as out of breath and flushed as the candidate doubtless does, still adjusting his clothing a bit and trying to make himself presentable.

Lileu smiles at Farrizah. "Er, well, it's /his/, and I don't want to ruin it." She nods to Jeremy. "Er... something blue. I love blue, and..." Her voice trails off as Natan and R'mar make a dramattic entrance. She tilts her head, watching them.

R'mar moves deftly out of the way of dashing candidates and moves to stand near the tunnel to the sands.

Jeremy looks up in surprise from his designing "Now?" He looks shocked "But I am not ready, nothings finished, not now?" Still he quickly dives into his foot locker and retrieves his robe and quickly, without thinking who is in the room shucks off his outfit to pull on his robe and sandals.

Lydiere rises from her cot with a start; hesitating, then moves to stand properly, eyes watching those about the barracks carefully. She's not entirely hesitant, but moves to gather herself into her robe--"I believe this is it, yes?" Calm, restrained, the candidate carefully dresses herself, hair pulled back into a messy runner tail, boots shucked on.

Wylin looks up nudgling Lys as R'mar and Natan arrive. Smiling though as he streches once again and suddenly beings to pick up on Urgence, mainly from Jeremys panic.

Wylin smoothes down a slight crease in his clothes.

Lysette snuffles slightly on her cot, not quite awake enough to realise theres something happening intil the word starting, followed by Wylins nudge seeps through the fuzz in her brain. "Huh? Wha? Its? Oh!" and she rolls off her cot onto the floor with a thump and begins rooting around in her footlocker till she comes up with her robe. Sandals are soon found under her cot and put on too

Lysette smoothes down a slight crease in her clothes.

Lileu blinks owlishly at the flurry of activity. She hurries over to Wylin, and leans in to whisper. "What's going on? Is it... time or something?"

Fontuia bounds about, dressing herself carefully, and pulling her hair out of the way. The candidate waits, grinning in excitement--and nerves--as she moves towards the entrance to the sands.

Sinau jumps up at the sudden comotion, "What what? The hatching? Now? Eek!" Jumping up she practicly dives into her chest to retreave the robes she fashioned. She pulls them on and ties them securily about her waist. Heart pounding, she turns to the door, and decides to wait till they could go.

Natan inhales a quick gasp of air as he finds his robe and begins stripping his shirt and pants. The robe slides easily over his head. Fumbling for his sandals, the Candidate puts them on the wrong feet first, then switches them, the excitemyent in no way calming him.

Wylin spins on his heels and leans forward to hear Lileu wisper. Nodding quickly he points to people dressing. As he does so he look and gasps, a foot print on Lysettes robes. Quickly turning back to Lileu he smiles. "You have your robe and things right?" His voice but a whsiper.

Farrizah slips on her robe, shoving her red dress aside for the moment, then rummages around in her clothing press. "I had those sandals only last night. Where are they?" The sandals sit out in plain view just at the end of her cot and, with a slight blush for not noticing them, she slips them on. "there" she says to herself, satisfied.

Vearence rolls over in his cot, grumpily blinking around, "Does everyone have to be so loud?" Muffled complains are heard as he pulls the covers over his head.

Jeremy finally gets his robe on and he tugs it into place "Does it have to be so short, I feel so so bare." He sighs as he watches robe flap around mid-thigh and hopes it is not windy outside. He stands straight, to his full height and shakes his head "Ridiculous" He flops down on his bed and pulls on sandals "SO what do we do now?" he asks nervously.

Public Announcement from Lymera: Thrum! Hum! The dragons down at Ista are making that noise, signalling that it's, well... time! The eggs are cracking! @tel #9752 to get to the Galleries and watch all those hatchlings burst into life and find their partnerings!

Soft snoring comes from Vearance's cot.

S'va walks out of Hatching Sands.

Lysette fiddles with her robe. Pulling it so it bulges slightly over her belt piece, then tugging it back down again to be as flat as possible. Her eyes scan the barracks, a nervous half-smile plastered on her face.

Saisha, in a swift movement kicks open her press, throws off her clothes, and pulls the white robe over her head.

Natan strides quickly over to Vearance's cot, shaking the snoring lump, "Wake up! Get dressed!"

R'mar stiffens at S'va's entrance, is that a guilty blush on his face? but he does appear dressed and ready, if not exactly perfectly groomed and he nods to S'va politely.

Lydiere is ready quickly, and rests a moment, bottom hitting cot as she watches, waiting. "I hope Keid is there already," she murmurs, although she's most definitely calm; no nervous jiggling here. "I suppose we should line up?"

Vearence makes noises like a kicked pig. "Uh? Wha?" Blearily he peers at the face, "Wha?"

Wylin smothes his robe down, though parts still stick to his bony body. His hand running though his hair before he calls to Jeremy. "Looks ok..not Ridiculus.." Positive thoughts!

Natan shakes his head and grunts, "The eggs are hatching! Put on your robe now!"

Lileu pulls her robe over her head, and pushes her arms through. She tugs it into place and winches as the neckline tugs on her hair, reaching back and pulling up and up until the heavy mass spills down her back. She shakes her head and slips feet into sandals, hurring over to Vearence. "Up-se-daddle, sunshine. The eggs are waiting!"

As the dragons begin to thrum, S'va dashes in, at quite a high speed. Far faster than he's usually seen to move around. Pausing, to glance at R'mar's blush with an exasperated look, he grunts, as he heads moves to stand just in the enterance, his lips parting as his young voice rises to a bellow to cut through the commotion. "Alright!" He claps his hands. "Let's get moving! Robes, now! Form a line, everyone standing by your Cots. R'mar and I will inspect you, before you go out there! Make sure all is in order." He gives R'mar, another one of those looks. "I'll take the right side.." He says, and without another word, moves down the line of Candidates, occasionally stopping to nudge an NPC Candidate to fix a belt, or smooth some cloth.....He's buisnesslike, and moving fast.

Jeremy glances at Wylin and sighs "Really?" I feel ridiculous, way too short but I could not do anything about it and no sleeves or leggings I feel all bare." He shivers lightly, he feels cold as well, not usually wearing so little and glances over at Vearence and even though nervous he does not think he would give up this opportunity. He jumps to his feet, sandals on and crosses to the front of his cot and stands straight "Ready."

Better than Klah, that. At Natan's words, Vearance is up and out, hands fumbling in his press, "Where did i put it?" More frantic fumbling, and then the white cloth is noticed hanging up behind the cot. "There!" Snatch, clothes everywhere, robe over head. Sandles on. Whew.

Wylin nods with encouragment to Jeremy before he looks once more to himself and goes to join the line forming. His body swaying as though he was already on the hot sands.

Sinau jumps at the voice, and rushes to be beside her cot. Standing ridged, she awaits inspection, her heart clearly drumming loudly and a wide grin on her face.

Natan steps quickly back to his own cot to fall into line, standing straight and smoothing wrinkles.

Lysette takes her place at the end of her cot as requested, but doesnt stop fidgeting. Hopping from one foot to the other and still tugging at her robe.

R'mar moves rather quickly, scouring each candidate he passes, tugging off a decoration here or there, quelling a candidate with a sticky sweet in his mouth with one look, making him spit it out, and he quickly looks over Natan before moving along.

Saisha stands at the end of her cot, looking around. She seems ridiculously calm.

Vearence moves to the end of his cot, running fingers through his bed-tousled hair.

Lydiere crosses her arms, waiting to be inspected with perfect ease; a glance goes towards Lysette and Wylin, a half nod of questioning, and some mouthed words going out: still standing together?

S'va stops, by Jeremy, his hand reaching out to nudge him in the stomach. "Suck in that stomach! Stand up straight!" He places a hand on his hip, and looks around. For a moment, his eyes meet Lileu's, and there's a strange silence from him, before his gaze moves on, the same gruff look that everyone else gets being bestowed upon her. As he reaches the end of the line, he clears his throat, and sets his voice to a yell, once more. "Alright! Remember, stand up straight, chest out, look proud to be out there, because, you ought to be!" He grins, almost wildly. "Good luck to the lot of you! And yes, if you impress, that's the only free compliment you're getting out of me for the next turn and a half!" He nods to R'mar. "When you're all ready, follow R'mar! Remember to bow to the sire, and the dam! I'll bring up the rear." He pauses, to eye Natan for a moment, and then R'mar, although...he says nothing, rather taking his place at the end of the line.

R'mar finishes his routine check and nods, " all clear here S'va, as far as I can tell " then he strides back down the line and takes up his post near the hatching tunnel again.

Lileu just... stops as S'va stride into the barracks, chin lowering as she watches him, a slow smile spreading across her pretty face. It take a hard nudge from one tall, dark-haired girl, to get her whits back, Lileu blinking, and scurring into line. Breathe. "Um... is anyone else having second thoughts? Because, suddenly... I'm not feeling so well. Yes, I think I feel faint. I need a healer! Can I go home now?"

Farrizah is a little nervous, smoothing out her robe although it doesn't really need it. She smiles a small smile when R'mar says 'all clear'

Lysette catches Lydieres nod out of the side of her eye and relaxes slightly, smiling to her and nodding back her affirmative reply.

Wylin catches the nod intime to see the mouthed question. Smiling and nodding he then looks to Lys and echoes the same question, as he seems to then snap to some sort of nervous attention and get ready to follow R'mar. A quick thumbs up go to Jeremy though, he remembers the last time his friend was shouted at!

Vearence just fidgets quietly, looking at his sandles.

R'mar watches and waits until all eyes are on him... " FOLLOW ME! " he yells out, " one at a time and orderly please! show respect..."

Sinau shakes, still grining, waiting for R'mar to start leading the way. "how exiting! And scary too...eep!"

Mikan straightens and rises to his feet as he glances up at the semblence of order that begins to take shape at this point, finally. Feet shuffle a bit as he himself settles in with it.

R'mar walks out to hatching sands.

Natan grimaces and flushes, but follows obediently.

Jeremy takes the southeast passage into the bowl.

Farrizah walks out to hatching sands.

You walk out to hatching sands.

Mikan walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Lileu walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Lysette walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Fontuia walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Sinau walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Jeremy walks out of Weyrling barracks.

S'va walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Vearence walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Natan walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Saisha walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Candidates make a white-robed procession from their entranceway, faces holding differing emotions as, in pairs or groups, or even on their own, step onto the hot black sands. Without unison; more disarray, to be honest, candidates of all shapes and sizes make a quick bow towards the dam and sire: Ysmalath and Zippith, before scuttling off to make a circle around the rocking eggs.

R'mar leads out the long line of white clad candidates, moving off to one side as they start to form up the traditional semi-circle around the rocking eggs.

Ring a Ring of Roses Egg shivers some more. Cold, hot - flames crackle beneath the innnocent pink as hairline cracks craze it's shell from bottom to top.

Ysmalath is hovering over the eggs, eyes aswirl with a possesive crimson as she moves her mouth strategically to show off pale teeth (and breathe stale herdbeast breath all over the sands). Her lifemate, however, is not amused, walking up to the relatively enormous gold and crossing her arms, glaring up... and up... at the fury. "Stop acting like a brainless wherry, you runt of a hairless llama. S'not like you liked watching them very much, anyway." Maybe Lymera has a deathwish? However, it does have the benefit of moving Ysmalath's attention to her, and away from the eggs and candidates, and the bows do have the benefit of cooling the ember eyes to a more sedate hue. She's getting /attention/. Woooo.

Wylin walks out of Weyrling barracks.

Lydiere grasps for Lysette and Wylin's hands, moving towards one position in the circle of candidates, eyes moving towards the rocking eggs. She breaths in, then glances up towards the stands, eyes warming--"Look, there he is! My baby."

Farrizah looks at the golden dragon, then bows respectfully. You're supposed to do that right? Well it can't hurt anyway. She looks about and grabs for Saisha's hand, nervousness vieing for excitement.

S'va moves at a brisk pace behind the throng of candidates is the form of Ista's young Weyrlingmaster, his eyes never leaving those in front of him. Taking the time to bow to Ysmalath and Zippith himself, he takes several steps to the side, and to the rear, standing apart from the white-robed throngs, waiting for the first impression. Although he's quite refined to the appearance, it's obvious that his eyes are on the eggs as well. Waiting, and watching.

Wylin feels the grasping hand and happy accepts. Taking the strength where he can. Drawing his eyes away from the eggs and looking to the galleris, Wylin smiles. "Im so glad he could make it.." He speaks in a low whisper. Relaxing a little as the golden Ysmalath calms slightly so the nerves of the event being here beings to hit him.

Lileu bites her lip, just another white sheep in the line of candidates. She jumps at every noise -- eyes large with awe at the scene before her.

Saisha blows a lock of hair out of her face, ans smiles to Farrizah, before bowing around. Then attention is on nothing but the eggs.

Fontuia stands patiently, watching the eggs with a hopeful glance, especially the rose-like one, which earns special regard. Her feet shuffle upon the hot, black sands.

Lysette grabs onto Lydieres hand as if her life depended on it, the other fidgeting with her robe, her eyes following the direction of Lyddies gaze up to the sands. "Aw. Hes really sweet Lyddie." she whispers but her attention is still really elsewhere, even though Ysmalath now seems to be calming.

Sinau shuffles into her spot in the half circle, quite evidently distressed at the pressure of it all. Eyes look from the attentive dam and sire, to the clutch, particularily the ones that keep moving just that tad bit. "I'm okay, just breath...". Grinning she stands strait like she was suppost to, the agonizing stress of the wait eating at her exitingly.

Vearence minces quietly, sweaty, pale, strained face looking around.

Lydiere nods ruefully, turning her head towards her companions rather than her son up in the galleries. "Oh, me, too. Very much so." She squeezes her hands, adding, "He is? Oh, I'm glad you think so. No motherly bias, and all."

Jeremy follows everyone on, his face beet red not from the heat but from the embarrasment of appearing in front of so many in such a brief outfit. He looks nervously at the gold dragon and the weyrwoman and then he decides to stand somewhere near Wylin who has been supportive. He keeps his head lowered so he does not have to see who is in the gallaries.

Natan blinks at the incredible heat, wiping sweat from his brow and taking a place near Fontuia.

Giant Marble Egg rocks back and forth, steadily, as if unwillingly to wait much longer.

Ring a Ring of Roses Egg shakes now, rocking steadily back and forth as the inhabitant struggles to free themselves. Cracks, more cracks creep over the shell, little fragments spinning off into the sand in frenzied little twirls.

Fontuia turns her head, nodding towards Natan, composed in her excitement and anticipation. She bites upon her lip, breathing tightly as the Ring a Ring of Roses Egg moves properly.

Mikan seems reasonably calm himself, reasonably that is, shifting with faint nervousness as he assembles, hands playing against eachother uneasily, fingers templing, clasping together, in front of him, behind. He eventually notes this action and clasps them both securely behind his back with some willpower.

With Lydiere once side of him, joined to Lysette and now with Jeremy on his other side, Wylin beings to take confort in this closeness. His nerves showing though the little chattering of teeth and the fact he still sways a little, though now more through the heat than anything. Gasping slightly then he smiles. "Oh, It moved..the..the one I pointed out to you the other day.." this latter comment a general fact as he has pointed out may eggs to many candidates.

Farrizah looks at both eggs, catching her breath, "look" she points to the eggs, as if no-one else saw them but her.

Lileu twists her hands together anxiously, leaning towards Mikan. Hopeful to draw out some of his calmness. "Did you see that! They're... they're..." Moving? Cracking? Oooh, not good. "We didn't cover this in basic training! I mean, we did. But not like this..."

Lysette returns the hand squeeze and nods. "He is, definately." Wylins words tear her suddenly from the galleries to the eggs, "Which one Wy? The.. oh!" as she spots the movement for herself.

Sinau clutches her hands onto her robes, holding her breath as the two eggs rock less and less gently. Avoiding looking at the crowds above her, she locks her gaze onto the eggs. A nother deep breath, there, okay a bit calmer. That persisting smile stays on her face and she in no way regrets being there, sort of. "Its really starting...Look at them!"

Lydiere notes, her expression wry, "Good luck, the lot of you. And please, don't go soppy on me." Expression composed, the Seacrafter candidate shuffles her feet, tossing a stray piece of hair away from her face with a blow of air. "Which first, any bets?"

Ring a Ring of Roses Egg shivers, then shudders, widening cracks running along its shell with a force that cannot be halted, no matter how hard one might try. The inevitable takes place, and flames lick up over the dancing figures to consume them completely, the eggshell crumbling as all is devoured. From destruction, however, new life must always arise, and the last shards fall away to reveal the one within: Haunted Hedonist Green Dragonet.

Haunted Hedonist Green Dragonet

Sheer sage smoulders with hints of sunlight as it enfolds this slender dragon's form in a cloak of forest-stained brilliance, ladylike coquetry meeting a sturdy independence -- but behind this graceful, flirtatious faade, however, shadows hint at an ethereal darkness that's quite out of place. Cheeky chartreuse twines itself about vivid fir green, refined hints of creamy alabaster teasing their way through the spectrum to nestle coyly among the tumult of tones - just so, you see. Rich juniper smothers her head, whispering its way around delicate headknobs and elegant muzzle, before plunging down her serpentine neck towards a narrow chest. Hints of tawny hazel mark her underbelly, exotic jade curling around those earthy tones in a refined riot, with whisperings of moonlight faintly touching her sides, fading as the glorious forest shades of her wings begin to dominate. No ladylike coyness can be found here - refinement is forgotten in an abandon of colour, intense ghostgum fighting with frosted topaz for dominance, while powerful jungle tones streak along near translucent wingsails. The magnificence of her splendid wings fades slowly as verdant emerald stains her dainty haunches, ingrained with pale coral swirls, overlaid with richly tinctured moss. Malachite mixes with pale porcelain and insubstantial starlight down the length of her ladylike tail, reminiscent of those glorious wings.

Saisha shifts closer to Farrizah. That cool exterior seem to be wearing off as the eggs go... she gasps as the green hatches.

Fontuia breaths out delight, pointing towards the green--"My egg! It hatched green." This is obvious, but she goes on saying it, bouncing upon her feet. "What a lovely green, too."

Vearence's eyes widen as the green is thrown onto the sands. "Wow."

Farrizah grins, unable to resist, and points to the hatching, "I think that one will be first" she says, unable to resist pointing that out.

Jeremy nods as he glances towards where Wylin is pointing and he wipes his brow with the back of his hand and mentally curses the lack of sleeves again as the heat of the sands combined with his embarrasment is making him overheat. He stares at the green "It hatched Wylin" he breathes and then stands up straight, ready to do his duty and stand on the sands and watch and wait.

R'mar watches the eggs cracking and the candidates as well, his gaze intense as a green emerges and he grins widely, showing obvious approval.

Sinau gasps, letting out her breath slowly..."Wow, we don't get to see that very often..." Awed she stares transfixed on that hatchling, with ocasional glances to the other eggs.

Lysette opens her mouth to answer Lydieres request for best, but her breath catches at the back of her throat as the green tumbles out onto the sands and a squeak is all the sound that comes from her.

Wylin is about to answer and place the bet on the wrong egg. He had been smiling at Lysettes 'ohhhh' but now he practically beams. Nudging Jeremy lightly he smiles. "Look up..your surrounded nobody can see your robe really.." he offers again hoping. Seeing Jeremy then straighten he finds himself doing this. His free hand moving sweat covered hair out of his eyes. "Green!" He adds. "You with that one Lysette.." he adds quickly.

Natan hmmms, "A green. Not a bad sign." he remarks optimistically.

Mikan bites down gently upon his lip, rising to toes a bit as he watches and this starts a bit of nervous feet shuffling, holding his place however as his eyes take in the assorted excitement, catching the choice bits of it to be sure.

Haunted Hedonist Green Dragonet springs lightly into the world, landing on all four paws and shakeing off bits of egg goo. Her small head turns, darting looks all about her with baby eyes barely makeing sense of all that chaos around her. Chaos? Well, we'll see as she picks up one dainty foot and makes an unsteady step towards the wash of white. There's someone there she wants...

Lydiere notes, her head cocked to the side, "Pretty. For a gawky newborn, and all." She straightens, watching carefully, squeezing hands.

Natan blinks and shivers as a chill runs down his spine. "So beautiful!" he whispers to himself, narrowing his deep brown eyes in admiration.

Lileu's shoulders tremble and she lets out a terrified little scream as the first dragon hatches, stepping back from the circle. Shewillnotrun. Shewillnotrun. She will /not/ be holdbred today! No, sir. No. No. No. Girl forces herself to straighten up, and rejoin the line. She lifts her chin bravely. Her lip is trembling. Must. Not. Look. Terrified. But it's so /scary/! If she impresses, she's gonna have to learn how to /fly/. Er, yeah. And that egg goo just isn't right. Yuck.

Jeremy grins at Wylin "Thanks that made me feel a whole lot better, I suppose it is lucky for me that we are all stuck wearing these robes." EYes drift back to hatchling "Who do you think she will pick?"

Sinau remembers to pick up her feet as the green does, before they burn. Wiping of a bit of goo that landed on her hand, she smiles sweetly at the hatchling. "Its the first hatchlin.." Swithcing feet she follows the greens progress with a locked on gaze.

Farrizah looks at the little green, smiling a little, but also a little scared. Her first meeting with green dragons, well in a Weyr anyway, is still fresh in her mind.

Giant Marble Egg seems to pick up the pace a little, almost spinning in place as it's occupant struggles harder to be free.

Fontuia holds her head high, feet moving to alieviate the heat, although her eyes don't move from the green, head shaking. "How perfect." Her words are half whispered, as she straightens, nodding carefully. "Oh, please!"

Wylin accepts the squeeze with his own, Smiling to his friends as he does this. As Jeremy asks the question his frown shows he is thinking he shuffles slightly before shrugging. "She seems positive.." noting the forward motion. Wylin then finds his eyes distracted by another egg wobbling.

Lysette looks over at Wylin and grins, her free hand flapping her robe about her legs in an effort to cool down slightly. "Shame we didnt place and Marks on it Wy." Flap, flap, eyes go to the hatchling again and she smiles, nerves diminishing slightly, but not much.

Lydiere shakes her head, attempting to send hair into submission behind her ears. This isn't exactly a forthcoming thing; she grimaces, then removes her hand from Lysette's to pull it back. Hand reseeks the other candidates'; "Sorry, my hair was in the way. Blasted stuff."

Sinau is distracted from the green to the newly spinning marble egg, but then looks back to the one that already hatched. Sinau's heart beats less dramaticaly, and her nerves calm from the initial rush, but her wide happy smile stays.

Haunted Hedonist Green Dragonet takes another step, swaying to and fro as her sense of balancebegins to assert itself. Then another step and another and she's decided she likes the swaying so she'll keep right on swaying as she makes a beeline for something white. Something blond and male and white and she blinks up at a candidate. Him? Nooooo! Too stringy and short. But the one she wants, they must be here somewhere. Somewhere.

Mikan places one foot upon the other for a moment and this seems to help him still it as he retakes a balanced stance, wetting his lips as he watches, gaze focused upon the green out upon the sands.

Farrizah looks towards her favourite eggs, still not even rocking. Well her dragon may not come from one of those. She might not even find her dragon on these sands today. Oh well, there's always a next time. But she's tired of waiting for next time, she wants it to be her time. She sighs, can't rush these things. Her time /will/ come. /Hopefully/ today.

Lysette lets out a slight eep as she suddenly becomes comforthand-less, her nerves jumping back up to full force as she turns to look at Lydiere. The returning hand is given a squeeze and she lets out a short breath of relief as her eyes drift back to the sands once more.

Lileu pushes her shaking hands firmly into her flat stomach, watching the green dragonet warily. Well... it /is/ the right color.

Natan gasps and watches the hatchling continue her search, studying every movement with admiration.

Jeremy watches the green make her way across the sands, looking and discarding candidates at a turn and he glances at the other eggs to see if there is a hint that any of the others might hatch soon "She seems to know her own mind" he replies to Wylin's comment and then he glances at the other candidates and seeing that they look nervous he feels better, his face still red but he manages to keep still and straight and not act too nervous or anything.

Saisha edges closer to Farrizah, her hand seeking out the other candidate's. Eyes flick from egg to egg, always coming back to rest on the dragonette seeming out her partner. Her mouth opens slightly, as if wanting to say something, but it stays slack.

Sinau pulls up her feet one at the time to keep them from becoming too overly hot on the scorching sands. Orbs stick onto the steps taken by the green, one at the time. "What was she looking at? Oh, nothing probably." Sinau's eyes try to see where the greens eyes land on.

Wylin seems to hold his breath as the Green moves and sways forward. He seems to Sigh as he lets out all his held breath. His hand more gripping Lydieres as he sees the dragon look up and then disregard. He has to suck in alot of air to answer Jeremy so he nods vigoursly. Picking up one foot then he begins the time honored Hot-Foot-Sand-dance.

Vearence smiles at the little green. Poor thing. But his attention moves back to the other eggs.

Lydiere squeezes Lysette's hand once more, an apologetic glance made towards the other candidate as her gaze returns to the eggs, and the lone green. "It feels peculiar, to be here, rather than watching from afar," she notes, feet doing their own dance to mimic Wylin's.

Haunted Hedonist Green Dragonet whirls away and scrambles past another blond, male and white thing. Not that one either but surely she's getting closer. Agitation shows in her steps as she paces to and fro in front of the candidates. The one must be there. Absolutely must and the one is not one of those blond things. Baby eyes scan the haze of white impatiently, singling out figures to sniff someone close to a blond thing. Noooo. That one's a she. What about on the other side?

Giant Marble Egg shakes, spins, and rocks, then promptly slops over on it's side, and the resulting "crack" seems to echo across the cavern in a split second of silence, causing several nearby candidates to gasp!

Saisha blinks at the snuffling green one. "Er," is all she says. But she's passed over. A sigh of relief is given. How strange.

The giant marble egg rolls out of it's carefully won cradle and knocks two of it's closest neighbors off it's access, deftly splitting itself almost in half, dumpy a smeared and slightly mangy looking bronze onto the sands!

Lumbering Leonine Bronze Dragonet

Rippling across the hide of this oddly tawny, muscular bronze dragonet are what look like varying shades of wheat and straw hilights, giving him the appearance of a great lumbering feline! A wild brushing of brunette coloring seems to floating around his neck, giving him quite the "mane". Here and there, patches of darker blackened-bronze give the impression of "matting" in his "fur". Perhaps the poor thing has tripped one too many times?

Large for his age is an understatement, as this fellow holds himself barely in check, his over-large wedge-shaped head tilts down and to the side quite often, giving the impression that he is contemplating something quite intently, revealing flashes of pale dusty highlights along his muzzle and eyeridges. Wings too big for his body to handle right now are held by strong shoulders against his body, making him look as if he were bracing for some attack or perhaps it's merely a struggle to keep upright and not trip again? Wingsails like gilded desert sandstorms at sunset, move aside to reveal a broad chest, a tad too lumpy with all the muscle crammed beneath the smoothe hide and a muddy bronze underbelly. Fierce eyes glare out like twin campfires at night, seeming to smolder and flicker as his gaze shifts about, searching for that one who will help him.

Lydiere regards the Giant Marble Egg in wordless anticipation, venturing, as it continues to rock, "I touched that one, only a few days ago. Bronze. Isn't it lovely--for a newborn." It's her mantra; they're newborn, so they're not entirely beautiful yet?

Lymera seems to have found a skin of wine somewhere -- probably donated by R'yn, whose lifemate Zippith is watching with an almost glowing fatherly pride, especially at that pretty green. Ysmalath, meanwhile, is viewing it all with annoyance evident in the lilac swirl of her eyes. Those candidates get all the attention.

Vearence eyes the Giant Marble Egg as it shatters. He nods, "Might not have been the first hatched, but a Bronze in any order is good." He tries not to oggle the little one, but he fails. Eyes are stuck on the little one.

Wylin 's eyes seem to be stuck on the green as it paces. So much so that he fails to see the egg he has longed to know the contents off crack. Only when Lydiere speaks does he suck in more air and nearly chocke. Paceing slighly he nudges Jeremy. "I dont think she is so sure a the moment..."

Sinau jumps at the explosion that seemed to be the hatching of the marble egg, "A bronze!Thats good, but not for me." Eyes return to the green that seems to have mastered walking, sort of.

Saisha tries not to flinch as another egg opens. Closing her eyes she mumbles to herself, clutching the fellow candidate's hand for dear life.

Jeremy jumps slightly, his attention taken from the green with the noise of another egg hatching and he eyes the bronze and nods to Wylin's statment "Too much to choose from, too much noise and sensations maybe." He shakes his head "Would you look at that one?" He admires the bronze "Very proud that one."

Mikan watches the green with a smile, growing oddly more relaxed as things begin to actually take place around him, lips are moistened again as he sways a touch, eyes sweeping the remaining unhatched eggs and noting the new dragon out, which take a portion of his attention shared with the young green.

Lysette winces at the crack of the marbled egg falling over, but her eyes grow wide as it splits fully and the bronze appears. Leaning over towards Lydiere she whispers. "Hes a bit out of proportion isnt he."

Farrizah turns her head towards Lydiere briefly, "I think babies are cute." ok, maybe not newborns, but babies. She turns back to the green, then the eggs. "Ooh, a bronze" she says, her eyes mainly on the green and her favourite three eggs.

Fontuia notes the bronze with a careful eye, her attention maintained upon the green above all else. She breathes carefully, feet moving about in an almost automatic motion.

Vearence mutters to Lysette, "Yeh, i bet you were beautiful when you were born, too."

Lumbering Leonine Bronze Dragonet rolls to one side, acquiring a generous dusting of hot sand before he finally manages to put hind feet under his mass and heave it up to a semi-standing position. Giving a half-squeaky bawl of frustration, that was probably supposed to be a bugle, he lurches forward, oh so eager but he tramples gooey shards and winds up hop-skip-tripping towards the nearest white robed candidates, careening about almost dangerously!

Haunted Hedonist Green Dragonet stops. Is it? Could it be? Self assurance slips away as she edges forward, gaze locked on a dark haired thing. Dark hair, tall... a bit lanky but he'll grow out of that and dark eyes so deep for her to lose herself in. She wants him. She needs him. Another step and she presses up against her choice, her love, her lifemate. And that bronze can go hang, Jeremy's attention is for her - and her alone!

"Girls can't impress bronzes," Lileu murmurs to herself. "Er.. that /is/ a bronze, right?" She shakes her head at Lydiere. "They're certainly not beautiful... not with all that goo on them." Farrizah is eyed increadously. Some how the word /cute/ doesn't work for Lileu, in describing these awakward, gooey, dangerous, little soon-to-be-flying things.

Fontuia gulps, disappointed, but not desperate, as the green moves elsewhere. The other eggs are given a long glance, slightly disappointed. "Congratulations, Jeremy."

Wylin follows Jeremys statment as he turns his eyes to look to the Bronze. "He looks, well poised for something.." Noting the odd angle of the head and then way the wings are held. He eeps slightly as he totters but suddenly His eyes go to his friend. "Congratulations Jeremy.." Wylin does not shout though he does nealy hug his friend. He simply watches the miricle of Impression and smiles. His feet still making him look as though he is swaying.

Vearence's head jerks over to Jeremy. "Jeremy! Way to go!" But the attention is back to the Bronze.

Sinau follows the greens final gaze to where she seems to have chosen a lifemate. "Congrats Jeremy!" She calls out, "Whats her name?" Just had to ask.

J'ey looks stunned with disbelief "Tiregeth?" He manages to stammer out, everything seeming to come at an echo, as he hears new thoughts and he shakes his head trying to clear his mind and work out what is happening "You are mine?" He smiles broadly "Of course I love you." He is probably going to pay for that comment later but it slips out while his attention is all taken over by the green in front of him.

J'ey (Jeremy) Impresses Haunted Hedonist Green Tiregeth

Saisha opens her eyes at Jeremy's call. Eyes flicker his way, and a bitterly happy smile is given. But no congratulations are given. That will be saved for later.

Farrizah shrugs, smiling as she notices the green seems to have chosen her lifemate. She looks about at the other eggs, but offers congratulations to Jeremy first.

Lydiere gives the bronze a long glance, then finally nods. "I think so, yes. So he won't come towards us, unless he goes towards Wylin." She issues a brilliant smile towards J'ey, bobbing her head in delight. "Oh, well done, Jeremy!"

Mikan follows the green's closing upon Jeremy and he grins as the impression is forged but then returns to the eggs and the free-roaming dragonet there, hands unclasping and falling to his side as he watches the slightly haphazzard movement there.

Lysette either ignores or didnt hear Vearences mutter as she smiles and calls "Congratulations" over to Jeremy. Lifting one foot off the ground to cool it a little she resumes her watching and waiting.

Natan gasps at the resounding crack, eyes quickly moving toward the source. Silent approval shines forth from his face as he watches and admires the bronze hatchling. Breathing heavily he respectfully distances himself from the careening bronze a bit. As the green stops its searching, he turns his head in time to see the hatchling impress, "Congratulations!" he calls to the new Weyrling and his lifemate.

S'va had been standing quietly, his face seeming to register several degrees of emotion, each carefully subdued, as the first egg cracks open. A look of surprise registers upon his face for a moment, as he realizes the color of the first -- green. Pausing, he follows her every moment with his eyes, all the way to her chosen. Another slight start, and then a slight grin on his face as he sees who she has paired herself with. A quick look to R'mar. "Always said that lad had potential.." He states, before he makes his way towards the new pair. "If you and Tiregeth will follow me Jer..." He pauses, and corrects himself. "J'ey, we'll get you some food. Come along." And with that, he heads off towards the far side of the sands.

J'ey shakes his head again and nods and follows S'va's direction, unable to speak much or acknowledge the words that the others send him.

Lumbering Leonine Bronze Dragonet stumbles into a young lad of about 15 turns with blackish hair, knocking him down with only his tail, but he doesn't seem to really take notice. Stalking like a wobbling lion cub, determined to get it down right, he wobbles onward, wings slipping and shifting where they rest folded on his back, acting as a counter balance to his bulky, awkward form.

Lileu blinkityblinkblinks as she witnisses the impression of J'ey to that little green. Wow. That was kind of... neat. She offers the new pair a bright smile, "That wasn't so bad," before turning back to the overwhelming eggs, and the bronze. "Er... maybe not."

R'mar tenses and then darts out to help the boy back to his feet, moving behind the ungangly bronze so as not to distract him or impede his progress.." there lad, no harm done, you'll be fine" he reassures and then trots back around to where he was standing.

Mikan's smile fades as he watches the bronze deal out a bit of destruction among the other candidates, standing a bit more warily but remaining relatively still, simply ready. Eyes grace the unhatched eggs on occasion, but quickly return to the active hatchling.

Wylin seems to be crushing Lydieres hand so looks down to his hand and then back, apologising. His attention then goes to the bronze. His eyes widening as he stubles into a lad. "Ohh Lys..can you see..is the lad ok?" he asks quickly, though his eyes are stuck to the lumbering form.

Sinau backs away uncertainly at the violent antics of the bronze. Knowing she can't impress him, she tries to not get hurt by him as he rampages about for his lifemat. Eyes gaze lovingly to the eggs, then cautiosly at the bronze.

Lydiere squeezes her hand against Wylin, a grin following, "No worries about squeezing; my hands are made of stern stuff." She attempts to peer towards the young man stumbled into by the bronze, but shakes her head. "Can't see. Can anyone else?"

S'va returns after a few moments, peering at Lymera's wineskin with something that looks like envy in his eyes, only to blink quietly at the bronze upon the sands. Eyes following R'mar, to make sure that the fellow is alright, he draws a quick breath, booted feet carrying him back to his original position, attentive, and wating.

Lysette bobs about, her foot making contact with the warm sand once more as she looks. "Not sure." she ducks down and has a look through some legs. "Noone on the sand now that I can see. I think he must be alright." The other foot lifts this time, its turn to cool down.

Lymera notices S'va's peering, and with subtle curving of her lips, offers the skin in his direction. "Want some?" Well, it's not like she hasn't had her fill, already. We don't want any drunken Weyrwoman trying to impress another dragon.

Lumbering Leonine Bronze Dragonet starts to bawl and creel again, this really isn't working out, this walking thing. He trips over his own large feet, catching talons in shards and his eyes whirl erratically as he becomes desperate, he just knows someone is out there... but where!? "Perhaps ..yes if I hurry!" seems to be the next thought in his large head as he pours on a bit of speed just as that certain someone evokes worry with spoken words! He waddle runs, kicking up sand as his creel rises with elation, barging right up to Wylin, skidding as he tries to not bury to poor lad!

Quite suddenly, the Magic Fairytale Egg shatters under the strong blow of a draconian nose, a shard of shell flying several feet before it comes to rest in the sand. The flash of green skin is seen, as the rest of the egg splits, and the hatchling tumbles ungracefully onto the sands!

Royal Shimmering Crystal Green Hatchling

A veritable storm of liquid crystal green, the dragonet before you seems to never stop moving. But, she hardly seems to be like many of her sibilings, who charge about with reckless abandon. Nay, this young lady's movements are smooth and refined, as though she were savoring just how the light gleams off of her resplendant hide, taking care to catch the ambient light of her surroundings in just such a manner as to make herself seem even more attractive, if that is at all possible. A dominant forest green in color, at least in shade, it becomes rather difficult to ascertain specific patterns of any lighter color within her hide, due to an almost reflective, or glistening quality that it somehow bears. Forever appearing as though wet, it makes her stand out like a gleaming shard of crystal, eye catching in the extreme. Nonetheless, careful glances reveal spicular patterns of a lighter, emerald greens that wave through her back and across her muscular hind limbs in jagged, sweeping patterns, themselves backlit and underscored by more subtle lines of the very lighest of greens. Her face is perhaps the most distinctive part of her, the forest colored green slowly fading into a lighter, emerald color around her lips and below her eyes, themselves standing out like crystal beacons, alert, and intelligent, not seeming to miss a thing.

Lydiere steps back, drawing her hand away from Wylin's, bronze caught within her gaze for a moment, delight ringing her face. "Oh, Wylin! W'lin? Congratulations, he's going to be lovely." She catches a glimpse of the newest green, noting with admiration, "She's going to be lovely, too."

Fontuia offers a grin of congratulations to Wylin, eyes catching upon the newest green--more delight. "Oh, she's beautiful."

Sinau hops from one foot to the other as the heat moves up her legs, and wipes her sweaty hands on her robes that are amazingly still somewhat white. Seeing where the clumsy bronze skids to a stop, she congradulates her friend Wylin, but has to turn her attention to what just hatched, "A nother green! How lovely!" She grins once more as she watches it wander around.

Lysette gasps as the bronze tumbles into Wylin. "Wynnie! Oh Wylin, congratulations."

Mikan continues to stand ready, a grin again forming as he watches Wylin and the bronze, briefly concerned, but this fades equally quickly. Apart from the handful of noises in exclaimation he doesn't speak up.

W'yn smiles and nods. Awaiting answer about the other Candidates wellbeing. The next thing he knows is he is flat out!! Gasping and 'OHH!' emitted he then looks up into the eyes that he cant draw himself away from. "Zymanth! No no..Shoe's are not edable..well get you some food we will..." Standing up then and helping the wobbly bronze be seems to freeze for a moment before remembering training.

W'yn (Wylin) Impresses Lumbering Leonine Bronze Zymanth

S'va is careful, his eye upon the dragonet, sidestepping to stand a pace off of Lymera's shoulder. The skin is taken, and quickly, tilts it to his lips, almost wincing as the cool liquid contrasts with the burning of his throat. However, as the bronze finds his lifemate, S'va thrusts the skin into Lymera's hands, and jogs around the edge of the throng of Candidates, pausing for a quick second to admire the newly hatched green, before he makes his way up to the new pair, grinning. "Well done.." He says, quietly. "Now, if you and Zymanth will just fllow me.." He says, offering a hand to W'yn to help him up. "We'll get you some food."

Royal Shimmering Crystal Green Hatchling turns her attention, firstly, to herself. All this goo! Lifemates can wait, but crystaline brilliance needs to be cleaned of goo. Wings flare as they are shaken, goo catching the light as it splatters away from her. One would look like a fool if one walked around covered in wet-stuff, you know. Goo dealt with, a careful, almost theatrical look is taken around her, the hatchling moving slowly as if to show off all sides to her body.

W'yn takes the hand thankfully, as with now free hand he wipes tears away. He smiles so much he thinks it will hurt as he follows S'va helping Zymanth as he does so.

Vearence nods to W'yn. "Good." He turns stiffly to watch the other eggs.

Lileu is doing a lot of blinking and staring and gawking tonight. Did that bronze just toddle up to Wylin? Well, at least it picked the right gender! She smiles with the rest of the candidates towards him, lowering her eyes briefly before turning back to the sands, and squinting at the new crystal-colored green, out there. She bites her lip, hiding a smile. Well, at least that one knows that goo is a bad thing. But there are so many things to watch! Like that egg over there.

Saisha smiles wanely at the little green, her eyes beginning to water some. "Oh, how beautiful."

Sinau once again wipes of splatters of goo from her arms and cheeks, giggling all the while. "Ooh, what a character that one has!" Chuckling she goes onto her endless shifting of feet and gazing at the hatcling, awed.

Farrizah points at the little green, "Oh look! She's showing off!"

Lydiere lets her hand drop by her side, then raises it to wipe at her hair, pulling it away from her face once more--it's binding seems to have escaped. "Wow, Wylin on bronze." She squeezes at Lysette's hand; "Now don't you go off and leave me, kay, Lysette?"

Natan gasps at the flash of emerald hide, "Another green." he whispers inaudibly, barely taking notice of Wylin's Impression. "Isn't she just elegant?" he cocks his head toward the candidate to his right. (repose)

Lysette's eyes follow W'yn and his new lifemate off to the side of the sands and as her sand hopping becoming more rapid as neither foot seems to cool down she gets a few grain onto one foot which she shakes off quickly before gazing at the green, than smiling to Lydiere. "I'll try if you will."

Lydiere grins, shifting her feet again, shaking black sand from her feet. "Deal." A touch of mirth hints at her tone, as she continues to move, eyes resting against green, and the other eggs.

Mikan rises to his toes again though its hardly nessisary for him to see, attention going upon the newest comer to the sands here. He looks rather ammused as he takes in the green, for whatever reason that might be.

S'va returns, a moment later, jogging back slowly, so that he can watch the antics of this Green that seems to like to be on display so much. He actually grins, at her elegance, as he regains his place, reaching it swiftly. He's silent, just passing the back of his hand across his brow to mop the sweat away, as he stretches slightly, eyes glued to her.

Fontuia shifts her feet about, attempting to keep her eyes upon the green at all times--and failing, as other eggs catch her glance from time to time. She breaths steadily, not entirely nervous, but not relaxed, either.

Royal Shimmering Crystal Green Hatchling carefully moves forward, each step taken with an almost elegant care to avoid stumbles, the dragonet coincidently keeping in the sunlight so that her hide almost glows with vivid colour. Wings are spread, still drying, so that it almost seems that she's gliding, if not for the sand under her hind legs. But a glimpse of moonlight catches her eye, and she slowly comes to an halt, pausing so that all attention may be on her, eyes swirling with excited opal.

Saisha raises an eyebrow. "Showoff," she mutters, smiling this time in happiness.

Sinau pays great attention to the green who seems to have wanted so much attention, by positioning herself in the light like she did. "Ooh, what a purty dragonet that one is! And she certainly seems to know it." Once again she sets of giggling, switching the feet on which she stands.

Lydiere's lips twitch into a smile, head inclined towards the green. "A definite show off. Ego, already. I pity the candidate that has to put up with that, even if it ends up being myself." She sounds vaguely dubious at that idea, and goes back to silence, shifting her feet.

Warm Cuddly Blanket Egg shivers in it's hot sandy cradle, twitching almost as the dragonet within starts to fight it's way out!

Natan exhales deeply, his eyes trying to take in the hatchling's beauty all at once. His hands tremble slightly as he smiles and leans forward imperceptibly toward the green.

Lysette chuckles lightly at the posing green. "She certainly knows how to hold a crowd doesnt she. Pretty though, very pretty."

Farrizah gasps as her favourite egg shudders. Grabbing Saisha's arm she points, "Look! Look! It's trying to get out!"

Mikan settles back again, if less easily, the shuddering egg caught in the periphery of his vision, briefly attaining his attention and then to the lovely green again.

Saisha blinks suddenly as her attention is ripped from the green dragonette, her gaze following the pointing of Farrizah's finger. "Oh!" But the attention is back to the green.

Sinau looks for a bit from the green to the newly shaking egg, wondering what that will be? As long as it still shakes, her attention will be on the green hatching that, well, get the attention she wants with her showing off. Grin.

Lileu sighs gustily, blowing up at her honey-gold hair. She bites her lip and glances away from the eggs, to her fellow candidates. All of them seem to have hands to hold... not that she needs it, of course. Her trembling hands are just fine folded against her stomach, thank you. She tosses back her glimmering hair and squints at the stands, murmuring to herself. "I wonder if my father came..."

Lydiere nods, noting, "Pretty is as pretty does, though." Her eyes move back up to the sands, seeking out familiar faces, who earn a cheerful grin from the candidate, whose nerves seem all but nonexistant. "It's awful hot, and I like the heat."

Fontuia again shifts her stance, attempting to keep her feet moving to alieviate the heat of the hot sand beneath them. Even with full shoes on, the heat is impressive. Candidate eyes the green, then the eggs in their rolling state, before returning once more to the green.

Vearence seems to be lookign very brave and calm today. Exchanging the odd comment with the candidate next to him once in a while, he watches the proceedings quietly.

Royal Shimmering Crystal Green Hatchling suddenly, with all the theatricality of a harper (no offense), dashes forward -- Lileu is the goal, the purpose, the answer, and is greeted with an almost musical cry of joy. There's no doubt about it -- no one else is glanced at, or even acknowledged, and she nearly walks through one poor candidate in the process of getting to her lifemate and soulmate.

Saisha grins broadly, but she stays quiet. Nodding to Lileu, she looks out to the eggs again.

Farrizah says "Oh Lileu!" she cries, "Well done!""

The Warm Cuddly Blanket Egg begins to grow, fuzz stretching as an internal stress begins to push. Small shakes begin to rock the egg, growing, and gradually small clumps of baby blue begin to crack and fall, tumbling to the ground. One massive shake, and it's over the comfort of a child's blanket shattered, falling to the ground to reveal: Wild Magic Assassin Bronze Dragonet

Wild Magic Assassin Bronze Dragonet

Antique hues glimmer as they tumble over this dragon's bulky body in wild abandon. Tawny bronze, silver-tinged walnut, and rich nutmeg rippling in wisps of colour that hide glistening droplets of a dangerous crimson in their midst. Hints of thyme and other herbs entwine over his head, misty vines in a veil-like lattice of growth that fades to a single strand over his neck, leading towards the underbelly like a forgotten trail lost within the wilderness of bronze and brown.

In a ragged, uneven row over his thick neck, aged ivory gleams: neckridges, as sharp as canine teeth, and dripping with hints of copper that seem bright against the pale hue. Ginger flickers over his hulking shoulder muscles, almost a whisper of a golden memory, gathering at the roots of his wingbones before lifting in a joyful, elaborate pattern. As it nears his wingtips, the brilliance is so strong that it seeps into the wings and sails only to be tossed away by a storm of murky colours, as sinuous bright veins, venerable beauty scattered amongst the shaded darkness of anger. Equally serpentine is the long length of his tail, the tumultuous tangling of tints giving it a life of its own.

Fontuia allows a smile to cross her face at Lileu's Impression of the green, settling back into her monotonous movements of feet and hands, eyeing hte bronze, and then the rest of the eggs in hopeful expectation.

Farrizah blinks as a Bronze comes out of the egg she's been so loving to, "Oh." She seems dissapointed, since everyone knows girls don't impress bronzes.

"Lileu!" Lyddie greets the other girl's Impression with genuine delight. "Oh, congratulations, Lileu, she'll be a handful, but no doubt worth it." The bronze is given a cocked head, a musing consideration, "He'll be handsome, eventually, I imagine."

Sinau fearfully takes a glance at the crowds, but is taken with fear at the many uknown faces and looks back to where she should. "Congrats Lileu!" She happily looks to her friend that impressed the seemingly odd green. At the back o fher eye is seen the bronze that fell out of its egg? "Ooh, he's adorable for a bronze!"

Vearence's eyes snap over to the Bronze, his chest swelling. "See? Now he's a perfect one." He nods his approval.

Natan cocks his head in the direction of the newly hatched egg, taking delight i